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Rule #5 | JJK (1/2)

Summary: You strike up a fwb deal with your childhood friend Jungkook after kissing him one night after a dare. But you have rules…5 of them to be exact and it seems Jungkook doesn’t want to follow any of them.

Pairing: Jungkook x Female reader

Genre: fwb au, friends to lovers, fluff, maybe a little angst, SMUT

Word Count: 20k (part 1) (twc:42k)

Warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, mentions of sex, mentions of oral (fem rec.), vaginal fingering, protected sex, toxic parent, oral (male rec.), lots of teasing, power plays, finger sucking, grinding, mention of boner, uh spoiler to the movie the notebook lol

Notes: after almost a year here is part one! Lmao. I will post the second part in just a few days! Hope you enjoy, I love hearing from you guys<3 also the banner is by my lovely friend @bangtansmauyeondan :)

Part Two

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Since you were a kid, you were incredibly well trained in keeping the ins and outs of your live very private. You had to—your mother being a rather important political figure and all. You were taught on things you had to say, things to never bat an eye about and all the things in between. You have had the mindset of keeping your private life…well, private since you can remember so it’s barely a surprise when you bring those same elements and rules into your actual personal life.

But well, you’re an adult now. And your mother is retired so not too many eyes are laser focused on you specifically anymore. But still, the mindset isn’t so easily changed. Even when it shouldn’t matter.

“You’re…” You gasp a little when you feel Jungkook’s fingers slide up between your inner thighs, “Mm, Jungkook…you’re going to get us caught.” You whine, wondering how you ended up on the bathroom counter. In Taehyung’s house, nonetheless. Surprised that you’re even letting him do this but…it’s not like you don’t have the situation under control.

“Caught?” Jungkook raises a single brow, his hands disappearing under your skirt, “You say that like we’re 16 and I’m some boy you snuck into your bedroom at your parent’s house.” The thought makes Jungkook laugh since at one point he was a 16 year old boy you used to sneak into your parent’s house. It wasn’t for sex though. No, that’s new.

“Feels that way sometimes,” Your breathless laugh makes Jungkook roll his eyes, watching as your head bumps into the mirror. “What…what do you plan on doing anyway?”

“Hmm…” Jungkook’s fingers find the band of your underwear, “Eat you out.” He tells you simply, a crooked smile on his face while he silently urges you to lift your hips so he can slide your panties off.

“This is the fourth time this week…” You relax into the mirror behind you, your half lidded eyes falling to Jungkook who lowers himself between your legs. “You’re breaking another rule.”

Jungkook looks up at you, as always, a fire in his eyes. And he smirks, “Aren’t I always?”

“Jungkook,” You try to lift yourself up more, hands going to his dark hair, “I told them I was just going to fix my make up really quickly…I swear you’re going to make things so obvious.”

Jungkook stands again, his fingers go to your ankles when he slides your underwear off completely and he bunches them up before shoving them in his front pocket.

“Really?” You laugh a little, “You know Taehyung’s goal tonight so I’m not sure some girl is going to be ecstatic finding those later.”

Jungkook slots himself between your legs, his hands gripping your hips as he drags you closer to the edge of the counter. “What girl?”

You can’t help but roll your eyes, “Anyway—”

“Also,” Jungkook bites the inside of his cheek, playful glint in his eyes. “Who cares if it’s obvious?”

“I care.” You drop your head to his chest, “You know I hate when people know my business.”

“People.” Jungkook gives you a pointed look, “They’re not just people, y/n. They’re our friends and it’s not—”

“It’s not like we got married behind their backs,” You inhale his scent before raising your head, “We’re fucking and actually…honestly that might be worse. You know how they are.”

“Yeah, I do.” He hums. “They’ll make fun of us for the night and then they’ll move on to other things since everyone has a life outside of ours.”

Jungkook is probably right, in fact, he’s almost certainly right. But no matter how silly they are, your rules are rules for a reason. He reminds you basically daily how unnecessary your rules are yet he goes along with them—though he constantly breaks them.

“It’s so things don’t get complicated,” You tell him but he scoffs at you, he gives you that same look as always.

“You realize rules are probably the thing that complicates things, right? We’re adults, y/n. There’s no need—”

“Humor me then, Jungkook.”

“Anyway, we should get back out there. You know Taehyung…he’s probably already setting Jimin up on hook up apps as we speak,” You start softly pushing Jungkook back. Jungkook doesn’t hesitate to follow your lead. He knows when you aren’t going to do something then you aren’t going to do it. He blames it on you being a ‘control freak’.

“Yeah, we should probably save him.” Jungkook chuckles, finally backing away from you, his fingers wrapping around your waist as he helps you down from the counter. “He’s probably giving Jimin the ‘Being single is the key to happiness’ speech.”

“Yeah, well, Jimin’s lucky he isn’t getting the PowerPoint presentation like I did 4 months ago.”

“Was it really 26 slides?” Jungkook’s thumb goes to the corner of your mouth and wipes the skin softly. “Smeared lipstick.” He tells you with a grin.

“And whose fault is that?”

“Mine.” He says proudly. “Come on, let’s go.”

You and Jungkook exit the bathroom and walk down the barely lit up hallway. The closer you get to the living room, the louder the music becomes. You see how empty it is but the voices of your friends get louder the closer you both approach the kitchen.

“Can’t we just stay here?” You can hear the obvious whine that Jimin slurs out, “I’m too sad to go anywhere.”

“Jimin.” You hear Taehyung yell out dramatically before you’re entering the kitchen and seeing your friends gathered around the kitchen island. “You can’t get over that girl if you stay here. The club has new girls!”

“But he doesn’t want a new girl.” Hoseok brings his beer to his lips, “He wants Sung back.”

“Oh come on,” You walk between Namjoon and Taehyung, “Jimin has been single for like 8 hours, let him grieve for a moment.”

“Imagine being at work for 8 hours…the place stealing your soul…you really don’t think that’s a long time?” Taehyung throws an arm around your shoulder, cozying up to you.

“When he puts it like that…” Namjoon tips his beer towards you all, “Taehyung has a method for these things.”

“Did you just imply Sung was stealing my soul?” Jimin shakes his head before adding, “I wish I was like y/n…she got over Jihoon so fast.” He walks to the fridge to grab another beer. “Who wants another?”

“She’s been single for like 4 months now, right?” Taehyung squeezes you tighter, “And I’ve never seen her happier. What did I say guys?” He looks around the kitchen and everyone starts groaning, “Repeat after me! Single is the…what is it guys?”

“The key to happiness.” Jimin rolls his eyes, “Anyway, Taehyung did you order our ride yet?”

“Yeah, it’ll be here in like 9 minutes so you got to chug that.” He wiggles his brows at Jimin before his face drops when he realizes something. “Oh yeah. The ride can only hold 6…” He starts nibbling his lips, glancing around anxiously. “We’re 7…we’re going to need two cars. Can someone order anoth—”

“I got it.” Jungkook sings out, pulling out his phone. “y/n, want to ride with me?”

“Sure.” You hum nonchalantly, “I guess Jin is meeting us there?”

“He’s coming from Yumi’s parent’s house so he will probably meet us a little late.” Yoongi lets you guys know, “He was meeting some of her cousins, you know how she is…wants to make sure every person in her family approves of him before they finally set a date.”

You giggle at this, “Please list even one person who doesn’t approve of the lovely Seokjin.”

“That’s why he’s up to the challenge.” Yoongi snorts, “He’s something else.”

“Apparently you’re the only person he couldn’t charm.” Jungkook looks up from his phone to wink at you, “Wonder who could though.”

“Oh god, I don’t want to remember the dark days of Jin trying to woo y/n.” Taehyung starts cracking up, “It was so sad to watch…he tried so hard but she…” He finally unwraps himself from you and pats your head. “She’s only into assholes.”

“Ah, she’ll grow up one day.” Jungkook clicks his phone off, “Won’t you?”

“Shut up.” You grumble, “You guys know nothing.”

“I don’t know, y/n…Taehyung and Jungkook have known you forever they might know you just a little bit.” Namjoon chuckles, “Although, I really thought Jihoon was kind of okay?”

“He broke up with her on Valentine’s Day!” Taehyung reminds everyone, “And then got a new girlfriend like two weeks later.”

“Thanks for the reminder.” You roll your eyes.

“What are best friends for?” He hooks his arm through yours, “But don’t worry, single you is thriving. We all shall continue to thrive tonight! Jimin is officially thriving from this point on as well. I want to see everyone making out with someone on the dance floor of the club tonight at the minimum.”

“I’m literally married.” Namjoon shakes his head.

“Fine, then tell your wonderful wife to meet you on the dance floor for a hot make out.”

“She’s seven months pregnant.” He deadpans but before Taehyung can open his mouth to retort Namjoon speaks again, “And before you say something undoubtedly stupid, just drink instead.”

“Fair.” Taehyung nods, raising his beer towards Namjoon. “Anyway, I want everyone hooking up but our main focus is Jimin. He needs this more than anyone, I’m afraid.”

“What I need is to cry in bed for a few hours.” Jimin slumps his shoulders as he leans back against the counter.

“Nonsense.” Taehyung’s lips curve into a sly smile, “Only thing you’re going to be doing in bed is—”

“Anyway,” You cut off your friend before he can start thrusting his hips into the air as demonstration. “Ara is already on the way to the club, she’s with some other friends of ours, and yes, before you ask, Taehyung…they are hot and single.”

“Oh!” Hoseok sets his empty beer bottle down on the counter, “I can’t remember her name but remember the girl that was with you guys last time? The one with short hair? Pretty one? Is she, you know, coming?”

“You’re talking about Lily!” You smile, “That’s perfect!”

“How’s that perfect?” Jungkook asks.

“Because she asked about Hoseok last time too. Seems there’s mutual interest.”

“He says he doesn’t remember her name but…” Yoongi starts chuckling, “Then how does that explain the search you did on social media?”

“I think calling Hoseok out is Yoongi’s favorite past time.” Namjoon finishes his beer, setting it down as well. “What’s the status on the ride, Taehyung?”

“Uh,” He unlinks his arm from you before pulling his phone from his pocket. “Oh. It’s almost here!”

“Me and y/n still have like six minutes.” Jungkook looks at his phone too, “We can just wait outside, I guess.”

“Okay, let’s head out. Jimin, are you ready?” Taehyung walks over to Jimin and links arms with him instead.

“No.” Jimin rests his head against Taehyung’s shoulder. “But I don’t have a choice, do I?”

“I’m doing this for you, buddy.”

“Your rules are stupid.”

“You’re stupid.”

“Oh, good one y/n.”

You and Jungkook are in the back of the cab, his hand somehow ended up on your inner thigh, stroking your soft skin that your mini skirt exposes. Your eyes slowly close at the contact, but you’re quick to shoot them open when you feel his fingers ride up higher and higher.

“Jungkook.” You say his name is warning.

Jungkook’s hand immediately slows it movements before he’s bringing his hand back to his own lap.

“You know I love this skirt though…” Jungkook leans in, his hot breath tickling the shell of your ear. “And then I’m not even allowed to touch you in it?” He’s teasing you like always.

“Or look at me for too long. I don’t want anyone to become suspicious of us. Jin already made comments before. You swear you didn’t tell him, right?”

“y/n…” Jungkook groans, “If I said I didn’t tell anyone—”

“I know, I know.” You glance over at him, noticing how his messy hair falls into his eyes. “Then you didn’t tell anyone.”

“Which is stupid. It’s a stupid rule.” He reminds you for the hundredth time. “Your rules are stupid.”

“So you’ve told me.” You roll your eyes, “But I know you’ll try to follow them, right?”

“Mhm baby.” Jungkook’s glazed eyes scan your body again, “I can try.”

“That’s rule number 3 Jungkook. No pet names. Like, what’s the point?” You lay your head back, “No need for us friends to say things like that.”

Jungkook gazes at you for a moment before he shrugs, “I don’t know, it’s cute.”

You crack a small smile, “Anyway, but honestly it’s not that hard. There’s only 5 rules.”

“And you know I hate all these rules.” He groans again, his hands running through his hair, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he recalls your 5 rules.

1. No one can know.

2. No PDA.

3. No pet names.

4. Not often—only 3 days of the week.

5. No feelings.

“Rule number 4 is my least favorite one.” Jungkook cracks open an eye to look over at you. “Why the hell can I only fuck you 3 times a week?”

“I don’t want us to lose track of our friendship first and foremost, Kook. We need more days where we’re just friends…so we don’t get too used to…” you gesture between your bodies, “You know…”

“Once again, your rules are stupid.”

You turn your head to look at Jungkook. It’s dark but you can see his face thanks to passing street lights and he’s looking right back at you. You sometimes have to reflect on this…situation. You know, the situation where you and one of your oldest friends from your childhood, have somehow created this secret friends with benefits relationship in your adulthood.

Well, you know how it started. Thanks to your other oldest friend…Taehyung. Four months ago you got dumped and Taehyung gathered you and your friends for a fun night to cheer you up but you know Taehyung is always up to no good…especially when he dared you to make out with Jungkook. But drunk and up for the challenge…you did. And that’s how this all started.

A simple fucking dare. But later that night you two found yourselves hiding in Taehyung’s bathroom with your tongues shoved down one another throats. Greedy hands exploring each other’s bodies, fingers unbuttoning jeans, hair being pulled, moans escaping parted lips. It was the beginning of a new side to your friendship. A friendship you cherish. And you never thought in a million years that it would turn out like this.

“Yet you agree to them.”

“Because I…” Jungkook’s fingers find their way back to your inner thigh and then he speaks slowly, “Because I really like fucking you.”

You both glance towards the driver but he’s in his own world, playing his music and checking his GPS.

Coast is clear and you both lock eyes again and your heart feels a little jittery in your chest. Oh god, why do his words make your entire body react? You let his fingers ride up this time, your self control wavering as you do little to stop him. He’s testing the limits, of course, he always is. You can’t help the way your eye lids slowly shut, your breathing picking up, your chest moving much more quickly before he pulls his hand away completely. You open your eyes again to see that he’s got that inviting and bewitching grin.

“So…what’s the plan tonight?” Jungkook leans back in his seat, adjusting the seatbelt to rest against his chest more comfortably.

“What do you mean?” You ask, you open your eyes wider as you give him your attention.

“Oh come on.” He rolls his eyes, “Taehyung is on a mission to get everyone laid tonight.”

“Oh yeah, that.” You chuckle, “I guess we get laid?” This causes Jungkook to raise a single brow at you. “What?” You groan, knowing where this is going.

“We don’t have to…we can say we couldn’t find anyone interesting enough? And then you can come over after the club?”

“Kook, we already agreed fucking other people is probably better than being like…exclusive or whatever.”

“Why do I need to fuck anyone else?” Jungkook asks, like he does every time this is brought up. “That’s the great thing about what we got going on, isn’t it? I have you.”

“Jungkook. That feels too…you know.”

“Ha…” Jungkook feels himself become irritated, turning his body towards the window now. “Like you can find someone who fucks you better than me.” He mumbles quietly. But you hear him.

“Please tell me when I ever told you that?” You laugh, “Plenty of men in my life have fucked me just fine.” You say in more of a whisper.

“You literally have said ‘no one has ever fucked me this well’.” Jungkook continues to look out the window, his tone bored.

“When?”

“When I was fucking you.” He turns his head to look at you now, “Multiple times.” He grins but it drops when the driver clears his throat and they make eye contact through the rearview mirror.

“Oh please,” He gets playfully annoyed seeing how you roll your eyes before continuing. “No one ever means what they say during dirty talk.” Your voice is clearly teasing, your eyes locking with his again as you challenge him.

“That so?” He leans in, his face so close to yours as his hot breath fans over your lips. “So I guess I should take my talents elsewhere tonight?”

“Tonight, maybe. You know,” You lean in as well, “You’ve already had me three times this week, so…tonight we’re just friends.”

“That so?” Jungkook says even more slowly, eyes falling to your lips, “I wonder if the guys would have thought that if they walked in the bathroom earlier when I was kissing you.”

“Jungkook—”

“But you know,” He replaces his usual look with something much softer, “I do think your rules are dumb because we aren’t kids, you know? There’s no reason to hide but I do enjoy privacy as well so it’s not horrible. I know you scold me for being the rule breaker—especially when you’re such a stickler for rules but everything’s fine… as long as you’re enjoying yourself.”

You chew on your lips as you watch him, his tender gaze set on you and it makes you relax. He’s always going to tease you but he’s always like this too. He’s always been fairly mature even since you guys were kids but when did he surpass you this much?

“I am.” You breathe out, “And—”

“The street ahead is blocked off because of all the people.” The driver suddenly informs you both, “I’ll have to drop you here but the club is right down there.” He points. “This okay?”

“Yeah.” Jungkook looks ahead, nodding along. “This is fine. Thanks, man.”

~~~

You aren’t entirely sure what club needs three stories…like, why is it necessary? But Taehyung claims each floor offers something different. You’re all currently on the second floor, drinks getting passed around like candy. This floor offers a more lounge type of environment…the overall atmosphere is more relaxed than the ground floor. You look over the balcony and see how the blinding lights shine over the crowd of dancing people.

“Already looking for your potential hook up for the night?” Taehyung comes next to you, smirk on his lips. “Smart. Scoping out the good ones.”

“I was just looking at people dancing but okay.” You giggle, “I was wondering when we were going to head down there where the actual fun is.”

“Patience, young one.” Taehyung’s lips find the straw to his drink before he’s sucking up the different liquors. “We will wait for everyone to get here, start chatting amongst ourselves until everyone is just the right amount of tipsy before we adventure down to the wild zone.”

“You really do have a method for everything.”

“You think I’d let any of you head down there without having enough liquid courage running through your veins?”

“So thoughtful.” You playfully roll your eyes, “Where would I have ended up without you?”

“I don’t even want to think about what kind of sad life that would be for you.” Taehyung bumps your shoulder, his lips spread into a boxy smile while he looks at you. “Anyway, you are planning on getting some tonight, right?”

“Would it be the end of the world if I don’t?”

“y/n,” Taehyung sips more of his drink before continuing, “Have you even gotten any, you know, action…since what’s his face? I highly doubt it.”

“Seriously?” You groan, eyes still roaming the dance floor below you. “Who says I haven’t gotten any action?”

“Kissing Jungkook a few months ago because I dared you to does not count.” Taehyung glances behind him, eyes finding Jungkook who is laughing with Hoseok about whatever. His head turns back to look at you again, “But I mean…the way you two were making out,” He starts nudging your shoulder…annoyingly, his voice getting higher pitched as he teases you, “Well, it was pretty steamy.” He starts making mock kissy faces before you’re slapping his forearm.

“Ew.” You say, feeling your cheeks get warmer. “Why do you always bring that up?!”

“It’s fun.” Taehyung shrugs.

“Well, if it isn’t my best friend and the most annoying boy in the world?” You hear Ara’s voice from behind you. You both turn to face her, your face lighting up as you and Ara greet one another with a tight hug. “You look hot but this is my shirt isn’t it?” Ara says into your shoulder, “Always stealing my shit.”

“You know,” Taehyung continues to stand here, dark smile forming, “Being called annoying doesn’t rile me up the way you think it does, Ara.”

“Yeah.” She pulls away from you, “But being called a boy does.”

“I’ve decided it’s because you just want me to show you how I’m a man, right?” Taehyung crosses his arms over his chest, an amused look on his features. “Just say the word, Ara.”

“In your dreams, Taehyung. One of these days I’m really going throw up when you say shit like that…” Ara begins rubbing her temples dramatically, “I’ll make sure it all lands on you though.”

“What if I said I was into that?”

“Then I’d say please seek psychiatric help.” Ara says unenthused.

“You’d say please?” Taehyung smirks at her, taking a moment to suck up the rest of his drink through the straw. “I love a girl with manners.” He winks, then glances down at his empty drink. “Be back, going to grab another.”

“Be back?” Ara raises a brow, “Please don’t.”

“You’re so into me, Ara.” Taehyung grins at her before walking away from the two of you, his shoulder brushing hers and you watch as she remains still.

The moment Taehyung is truly away, Ara’s eyes meet yours and she releases a long breath, “He’s so fucking sexy.” She blinks at you with her wide eyes, “God, I feel like jumping his bones every time I see him.”

“I just really…don’t understand you.” You shake your head, laugh threatening to leave you. “But it’s for the best actually. You know how he is…”

“Unfortunately, I do.” Ara rolls her eyes, “No one is more anti love than that guy!”

“Exactly.”

“Oh but I am so tempted to hook up with him at least one time.” She tells you, “Just to get it out of my system!”

“You say that but you’re also fully prepared to have his children.” You deadpan.

“One? Three? Five?” Ara yells out, “I don’t even care just fill me up with your good stuff Ta—”

“Ew!” You start laughing, “Seriously, ew.”

“Oh please,” Ara narrows her eyes at you, knowing smile on her lips. “You don’t ever say that to the guy you’re currently hooking up with?”

At this, you start choking on your drink. Eyes expanding and it’s making Ara chuckle to herself. “You really think I don’t know?” She quirks a brow at you before she starts fake moaning, clearly mocking you, “Oh! Yes! Like that! I’m going to—”

“—Dude!” You smack her arm and she doesn’t even laugh, she just shows you a satisfied smile.

“W-What are you talking about?” You glance around, eyes on your friends who are just a few feet away. “I’m not—”

“You totally are.” Ara says matter of fact, plum colored lips wrapping around the straw.

“I’m—”

“I don’t know who the guy is though.” She shrugs, “But whoever it is? He must be crazy good to have you sounding like that.”

Your eyes are continuing to grow bigger and bigger, anxiously darting around, making sure no one is hearing this. “And how would you know that?”

“Remember like a month ago when you went out of town to visit that friend of yours that I don’t like?”

“Han?”

“Yeah, that bitch. Anyway, you made me take care of your plants for those few days while you were gone? Well, I didn’t see your text that you went home a day early…”

At this you feel your heart start pumping a little harder. You know exactly what day she is referring to…you went home early and Jungkook went over and you two had your usual fun.

“And I still went to your place to water your plants and I got the shock of my life when I realized you were actually home.” Ara starts snickering to herself, “Anyway, I started piecing it together that you’re definitely seeing someone.”

“Ara—”

“Eh, you’ll tell me eventually.” She shrugs again before continuing with her drink. “Let’s join everyone else, shall we?”

“If I take another shot…I will make bad decisions!” Jimin slurs, his body still moving expertly to the beat despite how drunk he is.

“Bad decisions like hooking up with the pretty girl you’ve been talking to all night?” Hoseok asks, head shaking with a grin.

Jimin points at Hoseok and nods, “Exactly!”

“Too bad,” Taehyung leans against the busy bar top, “Bad decisions all night, baby.”

“I think y/n and Jungkook said they wanted a flavor shot instead of the hard stuff.” Namjoon comes beside Taehyung, “Maybe they’re taking it easy tonight.”

“Losers.” Taehyung smiles before glancing behind him, eyes landing on you and Jungkook dancing in the middle of the dance floor. “I bet they’ll want to stay and dance instead of joining us.”

“They always want to dance.” Namjoon agrees before adding, “It’s crazy how they really act like nothing happened when you made them kiss a few months ago.” Namjoon chuckles, “I would be so awkward if it were me. It wasn’t even a simple kiss either…imagine kissing one of your best friends?!”

“Ah, well…” Taehyung’s got his usual devious glint in his eye, “It’s not like that’s the first time I made those two kiss.”

“…Huh?”

“Back when Jungkook was a little fourteen year old boy with zero experience in the love department, I came up with a genius plan.” Taehyung reminisces with a smug grin, “I told y/n she should give him his first kiss.”

“…You what?” Namjoon eyes Taehyung warily, “Isn’t that weird?”

“Nonsense.” Taehyung waves him off with a single hand, “y/n had already kissed like 3 people by that time! Poor Jungkook was going to end up a virgin for life if he didn’t lock lips soon.”

“He was 14…you really think—”

“—Anyway, he was way too shy and nervous to ask her himself so I helped a brother out.”

“Wow.” Namjoon shakes his head, “And then?”

“She said no, of course.”

“Of course.”

“But then I reminded her how Jungkook totally saved her ass like a year prior when she got her period.”

“What…”

“Yeah! He cleaned the blood of her chair—disgusting by the way—and even let her use his sweater to wrap around her waist. Even bought her pads. She owed him, big time.”

“Taehyung—”

“—He got blood on his fingers bro…when he clean—”

“—Okay, that’s…anyway, so you guys guilted her into it.” Namjoon narrows his eyes, “Teenage boys are truly the worst.”

“She finally agreed. But those nerds went into her bedroom and wouldn’t kiss in front of me so I was hurt obv—”

“—Scratch that, teenage Taehyung was the worst—”

“—Anyway,” Taehyung ignores Namjoon, “She was afraid he was going to bite her but I assured her I taught him how to practice with his hand so she shouldn’t worry.”

“God, you’re being so serious.”

“So they go to the room and after a while I hear y/n scream. He fucking bit her.” Taehyung snorts at the memory, “I was standing outside the door the whole time. I go inside and they’re so fucking embarrassed and she vowed she would never do that again and you should have seen poor Jungkook’s face.” He’s cackling to himself. “But to be fair, she stuck her tongue in his mouth and even I didn’t know she was that bold.”

“He bit her?!” Namjoon is trying not to laugh now too. “Damn, can’t believe she was his first kiss though. That’s pretty cute. Even though, he… you know, bit her.”

“I wish I would have seen that.” Taehyung starts giggling, “I only got to hear about it.”

“Hear about it from them?” Namjoon raises a brow at Taehyung, “Or hear about it because you were listening outside the door?”

“Potato, potato.” Taehyung lifts his shoulders in a dramatic shrug, “I told them they never know what the future might hold!” He grins, proud. “Hilarious that their first kiss was so disastrous yet that make out legit made me horny. ”

“It’s hard to compare kissing when you’re kids and kissing when you’re adults.” Namjoon points out with a laugh, “But huh,” He glances behind him to eye you and Jungkook. “They seem good though!”

Taehyung raises a hand towards the bartender to get her attention so he can order the drinks before he’s got his lips curving into something so menacingly mischievous. “Oh, I bet they are.”

“Jungkook…” His name falls from your lips in something like a whine…maybe because you are whining. But you meant to say it more sternly.

“Hm?” Jungkook’s lips come from behind you, landing on a spot on your neck that he knows drives you crazy.

“Go dance with someone else.” You tell him despite your fingers buried in his hair, “Go before someone sees us.”

“But I want to dance with you.” Jungkook’s hands grip your waist, fingers digging into your blouse as he pulls you closer to him. “Plus, they all went up to the third floor. We’re the only ones who wanted to dance.”

“This is a dangerous game.” You murmur, eyes closing when you feel him from behind you—the clear evidence that he’s enjoying this.

“Games are for children, baby.” Jungkook tries to turn you in his grasp and when you’re successfully facing him, he leans forward. “Let’s leave, y/n. Let’s go to my place.”

You feel tempted, of course you are, especially after feeling something resembling a boner on your ass. But you only crack a half smile his way, “Not tonight. Go mingle with someone.” You say before winking at him.

“Seriously?” He asks with a smirk. “You really want that?”

“Yup.” You tell him, your own smirk forming. “I’m going to go upstairs with everyone else.”

“You think there’s going to be some guy up there for you to mingle with, huh?” Jungkook isn’t jealous, you know this. He just likes to tease.

“Maybe?” You tilt your head, “I’m kind of just curious now.” You lift a finger to your chin, “You know?”

“Curious about what?”

“Curious if you really are the best at fucking me?” You continue to look innocent, “I feel like I have to test it, you know? Maybe someone could be bett—”

“You know there isn’t. But sure, have a try.” He shakes his head with one of those alluring grins.

“Thanks for the permission.”

“Didn’t realize you were seeking permission.” Jungkook leans in, his mouth at your ear. “You sure you want to give me that kind of power?”

You lean back from Jungkook, a disapproving smile on your face. “Annoying.” You tsk at him before swatting his chest lightly, “Let’s go.”

You don’t forget to roll your eyes before turning away from Jungkook, plans on heading towards the elevator to get to the third floor but warm fingers wrap around you wrist before you get the chance to move your feet. Jungkook.

“Yes?” You turn your head to eye him over. He’s looking more serious, smugness no longer lingering on his features.

“You’re sure?” He asks you. “About wanting to hook up with other people tonight?”

He’s being considerate, you think. You have no doubts that he will find someone to fuck tonight, even in the last hour you could probably point out 5 different girls who have had obvious interest in him. Whatever. “I’m sure.” You tell him without trying to think about it any further, “Now let’s go.”

The third floor is an outdoor bar with a stunning set up. Lots of hanging lights, live band playing acoustics and a gorgeous view of Seoul. You spot your friends sitting on some fancy patio seating, a few faces you don’t recognize as well. Ara sees you first, her hands immediately rising to the air when she excitedly flags you down and waves you over.

“You guys finally done dancing?” She beams at you, her cheeks rosy from the alcohol. “You missed it, Taehyung tried hitting on this girl and she turned him down so hard. God, it brought so much joy.” Ara smirks while glancing at Taehyung who just groans in response to her words. “Nothing makes me happier to see you fail.”

“Oh Ara, Ara, Ara.” Taehyung shakes his head, arms folding across his chest before he finally smiles at her. “The joy is because that means you still have a chance, right?”

“You wish, Taehyung.” Ara’s smirk drops and she gives him the middle finger.

“Uh, yeah.” He agrees right away. “You don’t have to keep playing these games, you know you just have to say the—”

“Never going to happen.” She cuts him off before glancing at you and Jungkook now. “Wow, you guys are sweaty.”

“Well, you know dancing is the most fun thing about clubs.” You tell her, fingers at your hairline as you try to wipe some sweat. You look over at Jungkook who is shining as well. The outside breeze feels nice though and you’re sure he’s thinking the same thing.

“Careful,” Jungkook chuckles, “Taehyung will say the best thing about clubs is all the hooking up.”

“Because it is.” Taehyung gestures around the place, like it’s so obvious. “Like, look.” He nods towards your friends, “Hoseok and what’s her face, they’re totally going to fuck in the—oh, look. Even Jimin seems to be understanding club culture. He’s got his arm wrapped pretty tight around that girl. She’s hot, huh?”

“You know he’s just going to feel crappy tomorrow when he realizes he even stood 2 feet from a girl who isn’t Sung.” You remind Taehyung.

“She broke his heart! He deserves to at least flirt, y/n.”

“I don’t totally agree with Taehyung,” Jungkook begins carefully, eyes on you while you’re already giving him a look of disapproval. “But come on, flirting won’t hurt the guy.”

“Hmm, I agree.” Ara chimes in, “And let’s be honest, Sung was…” She kind of vaguely gestures around with her hands, unsure expression on her face.

“Exactly!” Taehyung nods, “Ara is so smart. Is her intuition ever wrong? She’s like me.” Then he’s facing her fully, excited glint in his eyes. “Ara, imagine if we had babies, oh my god, they’d be the smartest—”

“No chance there, dude.” She puts a hand up. “Anyway, we made some friends, let’s introduce you guys.” She motions towards the rest of the group, trying to guide you guys. “Okay, first this is Hae and Youra!”

Two girls who stand next to Lily and Hoseok suddenly lift their heads in your directions when they hear their names. The one on the left is probably the shortest one here, she’s petite with light brown hair and siren eyes. She’s the first to perk up when she hears her name and her eyes land on you and Jungkook as she grins.

“Hae.” She offers her name, “Your friends have been talking about you two. Glad we’re finally meeting.” She laughs now, hand covering her mouth as she bumps into the other girls side. “This is Youra.” Hae says cutely, winking at her friend who just brushes her off.

“Hi.” Is all she says. She’s taller, much taller and really, very pretty. Long, black hair that’s swept to the side as she eyes you and Jungkook over. Mostly Jungkook. Then she smiles.

You offer a short greeting, introducing yourself and immediately asking what your friends have been saying about you. Hae continues to giggle before she stands on her tip toes to whisper in your ear.

“You and your bestie here,” She glances at Jungkook who is greeting Youra. “Are super fun to drink with, but also your friends may have mentioned that Jungkook is super good looking and Youra is probably his type.” Hae leans away from you, grin on her face as she wiggles her brows in the direction of Youra and Jungkook. Well, she’s not wrong. Youra probably is his type.

“Ah.” You nod in understanding and force a small smile. “I see.” You feel stupid for forcing a smile and you feel stupid for the stupid feeling in your gut but you told him to find someone tonight and the way he’s chatting with Youra, you imagine he’s listening for once.

It’s not that the guys you’ve been meeting and chatting with every now and then tonight aren’t interesting—they just aren’t interesting enough. It’s a little boring, a little stressful and a little annoying trying to talk to a decent guy who you might want to hook up with. You understand Jungkook’s point of view…this is annoying. Why go through this when you have him?

You’re almost tempted to tell him that but he is having a more successful night than you. He’s currently sitting across from you and this guy who you don’t remember his name, with Youra laughing into his chest every time he says something funny. Jungkook glances at you every now and then though, probably making sure you’re safe and comfortable.

You’re safe and not exactly uncomfortable…but damn, you wish you were anywhere else. Jungkook’s eyes go back to Youra, her hand on his bicep and you’re trying so hard not to roll your eyes when Jungkook subtly flexes. You don’t think he does it on purpose…probably just instinct. Or maybe he just wants to impress her. You watch for them a minute and it feels like you just got caught with your hand in the cookie jar when Jungkook catches your eyes.

You look away quickly, gaze set on the bar when you begin to stand up. “I’m going to get another drink.” You tell the guy next to you but Jungkook and Youra can hear as well.

The guy next to you begins to stand as well, “Great, I can get it for you.” He offers with a smile and you’d be dumb to reject it. But…

“Actually, I owe y/n a drink!” Jungkook stands now too, “Guess I should get on that. Youra, would you like one as well?” He glances down at Youra who just nods her head with a pretty smile.

“Oh, cool.” The guy grins at you both, “I guess I can keep Youra company in the meantime!”

“Okay. Be back.” You sing out before walking away and towards the bar. Jungkook follows behind you and you feel his chest on your back when you get comfortable at the bar top.

“Ever heard of personal space?” You lean forward, chin resting in your hands. “Also, why do you owe me a drink?” You turn your head to see him, his eyes on the busy bartender. “I mean, I’m not complaining but I don’t remember—”

“Just wanted to check in with you.” Jungkook’s gaze falls down to your eyes now. “You don’t seem too interested in Dal.” Dal. That’s his name. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah.” You hum.

“Okay…” Jungkook says slowly, “Then are you going to—”

“No.” You cut him off, knowing exactly what he was going to ask. “I don’t think I’m in the mood.”

“I could get you into the mood.” Jungkook says nonchalantly as he eyes the bartender again, lifting a finger to get her attention. You try to keep a straight face but crack an inevitable smile.

“Could you?” You decide to play along.

“Mhm.” He looks at you again, “That’s why you’ve been looking at me so much, right?”

You try to swallow your spit but end up choking on it. “What?” You cough out. “What are you talking about?”

“Well,” Jungkook pauses to order a few drinks. When he’s finished with the order, his eyes find yours. “You were either looking at me so much while Dal was talking to you because A, you kept thinking about how much you want to fuck me. Or B, you were looking at me and Youra and being, you know, jealous.” He finishes with a straight face and when you don’t give an immediate response he smirks. “Oh?”

You stare at him until you start laughing, “Seriously? I only get two options?”

“You want C? Okay…” Jungkook pretends to think hard about it, “C is that you suddenly came to the realization you are deeply in love with me!” He tells you dramatically but you’re quick to hit his chest but he’s faster, grabbing your wrist. “But that couldn’t be, huh? You’d never break a rule.”

You’re about to retort but the bartender is sliding over the drinks and Jungkook is taking his card out with a wink.

“You’re so annoying.” You grumble. “But anyway, I wasn’t even looking at you.”

“You were.” He laughs. “It’s okay. Don’t I only know because I was looking at you too?”

You snort at him, shaking your head. “Fine. So why were you looking at me?”

“Because I keep thinking about how I want to take you home. It’s stupid you want to hook up with other people. I mean, I’m right here, baby.” He grins at you before putting his card back in his wallet. You feel heat crawl over every inch of your body.

“What about Youra?” You ask, feeling your body tingle in excitement but you’re telling it not to.

“Her?” He nods in the direction of Youra and Dal. The two are sitting next to one another, laughing and based off their body language—definitely hitting it off. “Yeah, I think she will be okay.” Jungkook chuckles.

“Hmm, I don’t know.” You drag out the words, trying to look nonchalant while reaching for a drink but Jungkook only scoffs at you.

“You do know.” He says, grabbing the two other drinks. “Let’s finish these and leave. Say you don’t feel good or something.”

You aren’t going to fight him on this when you both know it’s what you want. “Okay.”

“And then Yumi’s cousin had the audacity to say ‘Well, I got married after two years of dating. You’ve been together what? Four years? And still no wedding?’ So, I looked at her and said, ‘Yeah but your husband could never look as good as me.’ And then I blew her a kiss. Just to piss her off more.” Jin says proudly, arm wrapped around Yumi, his fiancé.

“…Did you really?” Yoongi asks.

“He really did.” Yumi says with a straight face but then she smiles softly. “But it felt nice actually. I get along with everyone in my family except for her.”

“She’s a bully!” Jin shouts, “My Yumi is way better in every single way so it’s crazy that this girl thinks there is anything to compare.”

“Ah, Seokjin.” Yumi coos, her hand grabbing his cheeks. “My hero.”

“That’s right!” He grins at everyone. “You here that?”

“We heard.” Jungkook chuckles. “So does this mean you guys will set a date soon?”

“April next year.” Yumi confirms. “I already booked the place a couple months ago.”

“Wait, huh?” Jin turns his head in shock.

“What?” Yumi looks at him innocently. “Remember you said your dream wedding was at the venue in Jeju Island?”

“…Yes.”

“I got it.”

“Yumi!!!!!” Jin yells out excitedly before wrapping her in his arms. “My future bride is the best!”

“I know.” She says, “But anyway, sorry we got here so late. Did we miss anything?”

“Not too much.” Ara takes a sip of her drink, “Besides Taehyung getting shut down by a hot girl and Hoseok and Lily disappeared like 30 minutes ago.”

“My guy.” Taehyung raises his drink to the sky. “Doing what we wish we could.”

“And I’m sad!” Jimin says with a drunk smile.

“…Oh.” Yumi smiles awkwardly, worried eyes going to Jimin. “I’m sorry about Sung.”

“S-Sung…” Jimin says her name slowly before his smile disappears. “It’s okay. I’ll just cry later.”

“What happened to the girl from earlier?” Taehyung asks, eyes searching for said girl.

“Oh her?” Jimin slumps his shoulders, “She told me something along the lines of ‘wow, I’ve never had a guy talk this much about their ex.’ Or something like that. Anyway, she’s gone.”

“…Damn.” You lean over and rub Jimin’s shoulder. “It’s okay, Jimin. Best part of getting over an ex is actually just spending time with your friends and having a good time.”

“No, the best part is hook—” You cut Taehyung off with a slap to his arm. “Fine, whatever.” He gives up.

“Where did Namjoon go though?” You look around but Yoongi gives the answer you probably should have assumed.

“He went home a while ago.” He sips his drink, “Pregnant wife and all.”

“Speaking of going home…” You say carefully, eyes locking with Jungkook who just sits across from you, his drink long finished. “I think these drinks aren’t really agreeing with me. Uh, kind of feel like heading home.”

“What?!” Taehyung whines, “But but…”

“Don’t look so sad.” You laugh it off, “It’s not like you have to leave!”

“I’m not going to let you get a ride home this late by yourself.” Taehyung scolds you, “I’ll just—”

“I’ll make sure she gets home.” Jungkook says, “I’m tired too anyway.”

“Oh?” Taehyung looks between you both, “You’re such a gentleman.”

“I know.” Jungkook stands, “Should we go, y/n?”

You look around before standing as well, “Yeah.”

“Can I also go home?” Jimin raises his hand with a pout.

“Absolutely not.” Taehyung grins, “Yoongi!”

“Hm?” He continues to sip on his drink.

“Ready to get some ass?”

Yoongi is quiet as he sets his drink down onto the table, standing up and patting down his clothing. “I guess I could find another person tonight.”

“Anoth…it’s always the quiet ones.” Yumi whispers towards Jin.

“I thought we were going back to mine?” You ask Jungkook as the two of you take the elevator up to his apartment.

“I have to work early tomorrow so it will just be easier to leave from here.” He tells you, “Plus, we both know my sheets are way better than yours.”

“That’s true.” You shrug before pouting. “But I was thinking about the leftovers I have in my fridge that would totally hit the spot.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be the one hitting the spot tonight.” Jungkook says, smirk in his voice as he eyes the numbers inside the elevator as the floors get higher.

“God, do you just have a line for everything?” You laugh.

“You make it easy!” He laughs with you, his head turning in your direction. “You set it up so nicely.”

“So it’s my fault you’re so smooth?”

“You think I’m smooth?” He steps closer to you, hands going to your hips. “I’m trying not to be.”

You narrow your eyes at him, “Why not?”

“Don’t want to turn you on too much.” He smirks, “If you recall, I have your panties in my pocket. What’s to stop you from dripping down your thi—ow.” He winces when you hit him, a deep chuckle leaving his mouth. “You don’t think I could turn you with my words alone?” His fingers dig into your hips. “You don’t think I could sit you down and say dirty things to you and you wouldn’t get so wet?”

“Jungkook…” You turn your head, eyes avoiding his.

“Oh,” He pulls you closer to him, mouth nearing your ear. “You just don’t want me to have that kind of control, do you?” He whispers, hands sliding down until he’s cupping your ass. “That’s a pity.”

Your body feels like it’s being pulled down to the ground, your heart is loud, thumping in your ears. You still can’t look at him but you want to. You want to look into his eyes and see the darkness swirling around. See the lust coat over and the fire begin to crackle. Even looking into his eyes might be hard because you might really give him what he wants—

Ding. The elevator doors open and Jungkook squeezes your cheeks before letting go of you altogether. “Come on,” He takes your hand now, warm and calloused.

Jungkook lives in a very nice apartment complex, the building is tall and towers over the city of Seoul. You guess this is what happens when you own your own successful business. The hallway to get to his front door isn’t a very long walk, it’s quiet save the sound of your shoes clicking against the floor.

Your hand is still in Jungkook’s, his thumb brushing over your skin like it usually does. You glance down at your joined hands and wondered when you two got so comfortable with touches like this. You’ve always liked Jungkook’s touch more than anyone else’s. Even since you were kids…Taehyung kind of forced you to become more affectionate with his constant hugging and you love it, of course. But Jungkook’s touch always offered something more comforting.

“It was option A by the way.” You suddenly say, voice softly echoing in the hallway. Jungkook stops walking, causing you to stop as well. He looks at you for a moment, eyes still filled with lust but the fire that was beginning to crackle is now growing into a strong flame.

“A guy was talking to you and your thoughts were on me? How you want to fuck me?” Jungkook breathes out, dark smile beginning to form. “As much as I love that I was hoping you were a little jealous so you would want to do dirty things to me in hopes it would teach me to never want anyone but you.”

Your eyes slightly expand and you quickly move your legs closer together and Jungkook’s gaze falls lower before he lifts his eyes again. “See?” He turns to begin walking again, “I told you my words could turn you on.”

“Shut up.” You follow him when you both stop at his front door. He enters the code and the door unlocks, he’s quick to open the door and tug you inside.

“Make me.” He says, shutting the front door and pushing his back against it. Offering himself to you. You eye him over and he shows you a small smile before reaching for you and dragging you closer to him, “I’ve been wanting you since you got to Taehyung’s house…please don’t make me wait any longer, y/n. Please kiss me. Or touch me. Both. Anything.” He’s looking into your eyes, “You know I have no shame…I will beg you all night if I have to.”

“Would you?” You get closer, your hands rising towards his chest. Fingers splaying over the material of his shirt. “Would you have begged Youra?” You ask, tone laced in a quiet confidence because you know the answer.

“Youra?” Jungkook quirks a brow, “Careful, y/n. You do almost sound jealous. Bringing up another g—”

“Not jealous.” Your fingers drag down his chest lightly, you feel his abdominal tense beneath you the lower you get. “Just curious.”

“Curious?” He chuckles, the sound shaky as he anticipates how your fingers will move against him next. “It’s okay, y/n. Jealousy doesn’t have to have a deep meaning…I could understand if you just didn’t want to share.”

“Have I been sharing?” You ask carefully, tone still confident. Your eyes lowering to his belt. You swiftly begin untucking his shirt from his dress pants and he sucks in a sharp breath.

“You keep talking like you want to. But I know you, don’t I?” He watches your hands, fingers trailing back to his chest as you begin undoing the buttons of his shirt, one by one. “You,” He pauses, head tilting back against the door as your cold fingers graze over his exposed chest. “You and I both knew that the only one I was fucking tonight was you, huh?”

“Hmm, how should I answer that?” You ask thoughtfully, eyes finally rising to his. “The answer you want or the truth?” You’re teasing him.

“The answer I want is also the truth.” He tells you, lips curving into a grin. “Right?”

“You’re so cocky.” You chuckle, fingers spreading his shirt further apart before you’re dragging the material down his arms and off his body. You eye his physique. Lean yet strong, muscles defined in a way that has heat pooling in your lower stomach. “God, but I guess you have a right to be.”

Jungkook laughs a little, eyes closing when your fingers dance across his flexed stomach. “Kiss me.” He sighs out, “Anywhere.”

“Hm, I don’t know, baby—” You stop, fingers pausing as well. You blink at nothing as you realize the term slipped out. But Jungkook releases a long breath and a quiet moan, his fingers wrapping around your wrist, you look up at him, his eyes now fully on fire.

“Fuck, please…” He brings your wrist to his lips and he starts slowly placing kisses there. “Keep calling me that.” His other hand goes to your waist, pulling you even closer. Your chest up against his, “I’ve been wanting to hear it for months…”

“Jungkook—”

“What do you want from me tonight?” He asks, “How many times will you make me come? How many times do you want me to make you come? Because I am running out of patience. Fuck, feel my dick, baby. Feel it.”

You do feel it. The way you’re pushed up against him, you feel the outline of his hard length, you can only imagine the way it’s throbbing painfully in his pants. He’s flushed and desperate. He must need to be touched so badly.

“Okay…” Your breaths are more erratic than you want to let on, but he knows you’re getting tired of all the talking as well. Your hand slowly reaches for his cheek, “I want you to fuck me on your couch.”

“Yeah, I can do that.” He nods, his eyelids are heavy. “But can I check something first?” He asks you, his tone is dark and teasing.

“Yeah.” You breathe out, “Go ahead.”

The corner of Jungkook’s lips turn upward and you feel his hand leave your waist and then suddenly his fingers are at your inner thighs. “Thought so.” He smirks at you, “Dripping down your thighs.”

And another second is not wasted. Your lips slot between his quickly, rough and sloppy as you two desperately feel every inch of the other. His hands wander all around while yours tug his hair. He groans into your mouth while he urges you to jump and wrap your legs around him. You don’t even realize how quickly he’s got you, carrying you over to the sofa and sitting down. His back against the couch cushions while you straddle him, lips still moving against his.

Your skirt is bunched up around your waist and your exposed core is rubbing against his pants uncomfortably. Your fingers slide down his torso, quickly undoing his belt and dragging down the zipper. “Fuck, take these off.” You pant into his mouth, “Let me feel you properly.”

“Hold on,” He moans, wanting nothing more than to feel your bare pussy sliding against his cock. “Let me…” His hands go behind him, pulling his wallet out when he gets a condom. And then he’s throwing the wallet across the living room and you lift up so he can take his pants and briefs off.

“Oh god,” Your eyes fall to his crotch, his member springing free, hard and long and you want to wrap your lips around it, knowing it drives him crazy. And the look of him drowning in pleasure because of your mouth is a sight for sore eyes. But the look of him when his cock is embraced by your heat is even more satisfying.

“You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen, you know that?” He looks up at you, lips parted as he pants. “So fucking pretty.”

This is what you meant…no one ever means what they say during sex. You don’t bother to respond to that. You only lean forward to kiss him again and your mouth falls open when you feel his fingers brush against your pussy. He’s soaking two fingers, gathering all of your wetness before teasing your hole.

“Will this be the first way you come?” He asks, eyes finding yours. “Or should you ride my face?”

“Jungkook—” You gasp a little, his fingers pushing inside you. “Oh…” You slowly close your eyes as your forehead rests against his. His fingers feel like they’re massaging your walls, curling into you with expertise.

“This is how you like it, right?” He starts working his fingers a little faster.

“Yeah.” You hum, hips grinding down onto his hand. “You know exactly what I—” You can’t finish that as you breathe heavier, your lips finding his again. He kisses you back, firm against your mouth.

Jungkook feels his ego growing larger when your wetness drips down his hand, he feels more motivated to keep you going. You’re enjoying this, yes. But you realize—

“I want you.” You barely pull your lips away from his, “I want to come around your cock, Jungkook…I’m losing my mind.”

“Yeah?” His thumb circles your clit and you struggle to keep most your weight off of him. He doesn’t mind as your body lowers, his fingers leave you and your body loses more power, you can feel his cock resting against him. “Fuck, you’re so wet. I know that’s a typical thing to say but holy hell, I’ve never felt it like this…” He’s straining.

“Grab the condom.” You instruct him, feeling desperate. “Put it on slowly,” Your eyes are on his twitching member. “Let me see how you struggle to pace yourself.”

“You love watching me go crazy for you, don’t you?” He chuckles, hand patting the sofa as he tries to find the condom. He finally grabs it, ripping the package open and rolls it on slowly. He focuses his gaze on you, his fingers working the condom over his cock. You’re staring down at it, breathing heavy as you anticipate the way he’s about to split you open.

“It’s only fair.” You finally respond, your fingers replacing his. His breaths are bated as you hold onto his member, lifting yourself to angle it just right at your entrance. “Since I’m going crazy for you too.” And then you start to slowly sink down onto him. You have to pause several times, his size stretching you apart and the burn is inevitable.

“Take your time, baby.” Jungkook groans, his eyes watching how he disappears inside you inch by inch. “Could never dream of hurting you.”

For reasons unknown, your heart pinches a little in your chest at his words. But the feeling quickly dissolves and is replaced with ecstasy when you’re fully seated in his lap with his member shoved so deeply inside of you.

You stay still for a few moments, heavy breaths as you try to relax around him. He’s patient with you, he always is. He’s studying your expressions, eyes never leaving your face. His hands go to your waist, holding you so tightly, “At least take this shirt off.” He tells you softly, “Want to feel your skin.” You nod and he’s quick to get it off of you. Nothing but this skirt and a lacey bra. “Fucking pretty…”

“You feel good.” You sigh out, face barely an inch from his. “You always feel so fucking good.”

“Yeah?” He accidently bucks his hip into yours, the feeling of his cock somehow reaching deeper makes you moan for him. “Fuck, y/n. You’re squeezing me…”

You start to move your hips slowly, not exactly bouncing on his dick or anything. Just grinding and it’s something he really enjoys. Other guys in the past have complained about this particular move but Jungkook loves watching your hips move so effortlessly.

“That feel good?” He asks you, struggling to keep himself from fucking you crazy. “You love the way I feel inside you, don’t you?”

You don’t answer with words. You only move faster. Finally you lift yourself, his cock beginning to slide out of you before you lower again making Jungkook tighten his grip around your waist. He’s panting below you, letting you do what you want with him.

“That’s good, baby.” Jungkook bites his lip. “So good.”

And then you’re consistent with riding his cock, the pace is enough for your thighs to burn but the pleasure it brings is so worth it. “Ah, Jungkook…” You moan his name and he bucks his hips into yours again, the pleasure double. “Fuck yeah, do that.” You whine, feeling tired. “Fuck me like that…” You wrap your arms around his neck and Jungkook’s fingers slide down to your hips where he stills you, holding you in place before he’s thrusting up.

His pace is quicker than yours and he’s hitting you so deeply. “Fuck.” He mumbles, “You sound so pretty…”

“Jungkook.” You cry his name as he roughly brushes against any spot that could bring you to orgasm. “Just like that…” Your words are broken, “Fuck me like this…making me come.”

A loud moan is drawn out from his lips, his eyes squeezing shut as he fucks into you harder and faster. “Come, y/n. God, please come…” He keeps going and your legs feel so weak, your entire body is tensing, your face falls into the crook of Jungkook’s neck as you try to brace yourself.

“Yeah, I am…” You warn him, “Fuck, I am.” You let go of every little feeling in your body, it rushes out of you with no warning of how good this all feels. You’re tight around him, walls sucking his cock in as you come all around him. “Come too. Come, Jungkook. Come, baby.”

He’s pounding up into you, his eyes opening as he kisses your shoulder over and over, “I’m coming, fuck, my god, I’m coming…” He stills his hips once he’s buried so deep inside you. His hips stuttering for many moments as he tries to calm down his heavy breaths.

You’re out of energy as you drape your body over his, shamelessly. He doesn’t mind, his hands loosening their grip on your hips before his fingers stroke your back soothingly. “Is this what you wanted?”

“Yeah.” You laugh into his neck, “I’ve also been wanting you since you got to Taehyung’s house.” You admit to him, face lifting as you make eye contact with him, “Bedroom next?”

He just chuckles and looks at you with a teasing glint in his eye, “You broke two rules tonight.”

“Don’t get used to it.”

You know it has to be pretty early, the sun feels more like it’s glowing through the window instead of the Saturday afternoon blindness that you’re used to. You squint, eyes going around the room when you see Jungkook’s bathroom light is on and he’s not in bed with you.

You pull the sheets closer to your face as you try to lull yourself back to sleep. He’s probably getting ready, he mentioned he was going to his company today to work. You know he won’t mind if you stay and sleep in—wouldn’t be the first time. Right when you’re about to close your eyes again and drift, he is walking out of his bathroom. Dress pants and button up shirt and surprised eyes on you.

“You’re awake?” He asks, coming closer to the bed. “Shocking.”

“Only momentarily.” You murmur sleepily. Jungkook chuckles at you, walking to your side of the bed before taking a seat.

“Want to hang out later when I’m done with work?”

“I think we exceeded our hook up limit.” You pull the sheets higher.

He raises a brow at you, clearly amused. “I meant as friends.”

“Oh.” You blink at him before tucking the sheet under your chin, “We’ll see. Anyway, it sucks you have to work today?”

“Big project coming up. But well, that’s what happens when you’re in charge.” He sighs out.

“Well, you do like that.”

“Yeah, you’d know, huh?” He smirks at you before feigning a shock expression. “Oh wait, you wouldn’t.”

“Shush.” You feel the heat start to creep up your neck.

“Hmm,” Jungkook leans down, face hovering above your own. “Maybe one day…you’ll let me…” He whispers against your lips before kissing you. He’s gentle. Soft. Warm.

He pulls away from you and you know the heat has made its way to your cheeks. “We’re just friends, why are you kissing me?” You ask, trying to hide a smile as you tease him.

He breaks out into his own smile, front teeth poking from his lips before he’s laughing. “I’ll see you later, don’t forget to lock up later, okay? Enjoy your sleep.”

~~~

“I’m not saying it’s a big deal but she’s my mom! I would have liked to know she has a boyfriend! I had to find out through my aunt.” Ara tells you, her hands deep into a bag of chips. “Apparently he’s rich though, so like, good for her.”

“Maybe she just hasn’t found the time to tell you.” You giggle, “Or she’s avoiding it because you’re terrifying and test every man she brings home. It’s like you’re the parent.”

“It’s because she’s sensitive!” Ara pouts, “My mom is not like me at all. She’s like the easiest target for a broken heart.”

“Are you saying no one ever breaks your heart?” You lean towards her to grab the bag of chips, “I remember differently, I guess.” You tease her.

“That was one time!” She argues, “Never again!”

“Uh huh.” You munch on a few chips. “Right.”

“Anyway, speaking of moms.” She says the words slowly, carefully. “Have you talked to yours recently?”

“Eh, kind of.” You shrug, “She called me like a week or so ago to chat.”

“Oh.” She looks surprised. “That’s good!”

“I guess.” You laugh, “You know, I think you guys care more about the relationship with my mom more than I do. It’s fine, really.” You try to assure Ara. “I accepted a long time ago that this is as good as it gets. And I’m content with that, believe it or not.”

“Okay, okay.” Ara raises her hands, “If you say it, I’ll believe it.”

“Mhm.” You reach for more chips.

“But anyway…I’ve kind of been texting with this guy I met through Lily.” She steals the bag of chips from you. “Also, you got crumbs on your sofa. Can’t blame me this time!” She points next to you, “But anyway, we’ve kind of been texting for a bit and—”

“What about Taehyung?” You ask, brushing the crumbs to the floor…you’ll vacuum later.

“What about Taehyung?” Ara rolls her eyes playfully, “I might be in love with him but I also have some dignity.”

“You do?!” You throw a hand to your mouth, shocked expression while Ara glares at you. “Kidding, kidding.”

“Anyway, so this guy….”

“Uh huh…?”

“He has a friend.” Ara gets out quickly.

“…Ara…” You immediately give her a look of disapproval.

“Hear me out! Hear me out!”

“Fine, I’m listening.”

“I maybe kind of….like sent a picture of both of us and his friend saw and now they want to double.” She flutters her lashes at you, “Doesn’t that sound fun?”

“Literally, not at all.” You answer with a straight face.

“Look, I know you’re fucking someone but considering you haven’t mentioned this dude even once, I highly doubt there’s anything romantic happening, right?”

You stare at her, mouth parted as you think of her words. Of course there isn’t. So tell her that. But instead you blink at her repeatedly until she’s narrowing her eyes at you. Then finally you blurt it, “No!”

“…Right.” She says the word slowly. “Do you see a romantic future with this person?”

“No!” You say a lot more quickly this time, cheeks feeling hot.

“Hmm…okay.” She tries not to smile, instead she gets on her phone. You decide to do the same and you notice a bunch of unread texts from one of your group chats.

Jimin 3:03pm

Guys last night for real cured me!!!!!!!!

Taehyung 3:06pm

I told you bro

Jimin 3:06pm

Im being fuckin sarcastic dumbass

Jimin 3:06pm

Anyway what I really need is snacks and sad movies?🥺

Jungkook 3:10pm

I told u taehyung

Taehyung 3:11pm

Shut up

Taehyung 3:11pm

Jimin, be happy that ur finally free bro…free from the shackles of a relationship

Jungkook 3:14pm

Here we go 🙄

Taehyung 3:14pm

This is freedom buddy

Jimin 3:18pm

y/n…how did you get over Jihoon so fast??

Taehyung 3:20pm

Obvious…she didn’t even like him lol

Jungkook 3:20pm

Agreed 👀

Jimin 3:23pm

Oh I thought maybe she was seein someone lmao

Taehyung 3:23pm

LOL pls. she left with JUNGKOOK last night. She’s def not

Taehyung 3:23pm

Unless 👀

Jimin 3:24pm

Oh 👀

Jungkook 3:25pm

Guys😒

You roll your eyes at the last few texts before finally sending in your own messages.

y/n 3:28pm

ANYWAY

y/n 3:28pm

what movie do u wanna watch jimin?

Jimin 3:28pm

The notebook? 🥺

“Movie night tonight with some of the guys,” You lift your head to eye Ara, “You in?”

“Can’t.” She clicks her own phone off, “Meeting with the girls at a café. Ditch the boys and come.”

“Ugh, I would but I don’t think Jimin would forgive my absence in his post break up state.” You chuckle, “He needs emotional support.”

“That’s fair.” Ara laughs as well, “I’m glad Sung is out of the picture, never liked her. I guess only me and Taehyung saw through her evil ways.”

“What?!” You laugh, “Was she that bad?”

“I need you to work on your intuition.” She starts munching on chips again. “Sometimes you got to notice the things around you…” She says more quietly before looking at her phone again. “Oh, this dress is cute, right?” She shows you the screen. “Maybe I could wear it on our double date.”

You snort at this, “What double date?”

“Ah, you’ll give in.”

“You’re lucky I like this movie too, Jimin.” Taehyung says as he sits down on his couch, next to Jungkook.

“Oh really?” Jimin lifts his head from your shoulder. “And what’s your favorite part?”

“When they die.” He says monotonously.

All three of you twist your heads in Taehyung’s direction and he blinks at all of you before slowly nodding his head, “Okay.” He snorts now, “I know how that sounded. But!” He raises his hands in surrender, “I meant it because I think it’s cute that they loved each other until the end. Jeez, do you guys really think I’m that heartless?”

“Never surprised with you, Taehyung.” You laugh out loud, “Never surprised.”

“Hey,” Jimin looks at you guys, soft eyes before he continues. “You guys are going to cry too, right?”

“Obviously.” Jungkook nods. “Now press play.”

You guys watch the movie, sniffles can be heard from everyone but Jimin is especially worked up as he mutters how beautiful the movie is. You guys eat snacks and debate another movie when Taehyung lights up excitedly. “Oh yeah! y/n!”

“Hm?” You hum, mouth full.

“When do you start the new position at work?”

“Oh.” You swallow the food before looking a little unsure. “I didn’t accept actually.”

Taehyung’s lit up eyes lose all light when his eyebrows furrow, “And why not?”

“I don’t know, I’m just not that interested, I guess.” You avoid his gaze but Taehyung does not take the hint that you don’t want to talk about it.

“Not interested?” He asks, “Seriously? God, y/n. Are you always just going to hide in the shadows? Call your boss.”

“Excuse me?” You blink at him, almost amused he’s trying to tell you what to do. But mostly annoyed.

“Call him and said you made a mistake.” He says it firmly. “You’re not going to give up on this opportunity again.”

“Taehyung.” Jungkook warns his friend. “Relax, she’s already made her decision.”

“She didn’t make any decision?” Taehyung looks at Jungkook incredulously. “You know better than anyone how dumb she’s be—”

“Dude.” Jungkook narrows his eyes at Taehyung.

“Right, right.” Taehyung sits back on the sofa, clearly annoyed. “I’m not the bad guy here.” He mumbles, then he finds your eyes. “Just like Jungkook over here, I also care about you. I want the best for you and sometimes the best comes knocking and you ignore it.”

“I just…” You chew your lips, feeling a little anxious. “I don’t think I can do it,” You tell him but your anxious eyes find Jungkook who is looking at you already with a softness that comforts you. You know he will talk to Taehyung and have your back. He always does.

“You can do it.” Taehyung leans forward, shaking his head slightly. “You’re just so scarred—”

“Hey,” Jimin stands from the floor, “I think I remember seeing ice cream in the freezer. Want some?” He smiles at everyone, hoping to ease some tension.

“Yeah.” Jungkook nods, “y/n? Ice cream?”

“Okay.” You stand too, “I’ll help.”

“You sure you want to leave and drive this late?” Jimin asks you as he pulls back from your hug.

“Jimin.” You laugh at his dramatics, “It is barely 11. I think I’ll survive.”

“Okay, let me rephrase…you sure you want to leave while I am emotionally compromised?” He jokes with you, “Ah, fine. I’ll just make Taehyung stay up with me, binging more sad movies.”

“He secretly loves it.” Jungkook chuckles while he slips on his shoes. “I’ll walk her out.”

You nod at Jungkook when Taehyung comes towards you, scooping you up for a tight hug. “Sorry for earlier.” He mumbles, pulling away but keeping his hands on your arms. “Love you.”

You look up into Taehyung’s eyes and you feel his sincerity and it makes you feel a little bad, “I know.” You tell him with a smile. “Love you too.”

“I’ll head out too.” Jungkook tells the boys, but they already assumed. “You guys still wanted to hit the gym tomorrow, right?”

“Yeah.” Jimin nods, “I’ll text when I’m up.”

“Same.” Taehyung adds. “Get home safe.”

You and Jungkook walk out of Jimin’s place and stroll down the street a little to get to your car that’s parked. You stop before unlocking it, facing Jungkook as your head bobs around. “Where did you park?”

“A little more down that way.” He points behind you. “But uh, hey…” Jungkook eyes you carefully, trying to read your expression. “About Taehyung—”

“It’s okay.” You shake your head with a small smile, “He’s—”

“He’s just being hard on you because he cares. You know that, right?” Jungkook tilts his head, big, doe eyes staring at you. Hoping you know the answer.

“I know.” You laugh a bit humorlessly, “He makes it clear every time we get into conversations like this. But I just wish he would listen to me and just…I don’t know, let it go and let me be.”

Jungkook lightly snorts at this, smile on his lips. “Have you met him? Is he one to ever let something go?”

“It’s just…” You look down at your feet, wondering how to word it…”It’s harder to get my feelings across to him. I…it’s always been easier venting to you and saying what I really want to say. When it comes to deeper things…you always know everything. It’s not his fault he just doesn’t get me.”

“Hey…” Jungkook reaches for your shoulder, fingers rubbing it gently. “He does get you. I get you, yeah. But he does too…we just get you in different ways.” He tells you, a small blush on his cheeks and you wonder if it’s from the night breeze.

“I guess.” You blow out a puff of air, shoulders slumping a little.

“So,” Jungkook brings his hand back down to his side. “Can you tell me why you turned down the promotion?”

You look at him and feel the defeat settling, “Fine. I just…I don’t like roles like that, you know that. You know how I am. I prefer being off to the side, you know, very low key. Something—”

“Yeah. Well, we can thank your mom for that.” He says, annoyance evident.

“Jungkook.” You say his name vigorously but he ignores it.

“What?” He takes a deep breath, “You know it’s true. God, she really messed up your whole perception of…” He gestures his hands around but you look at him, expecting an explanation. “Oh come on,” He drags out the words, “She didn’t want you to be the center of attention for anything. Literally anything. Remember when you were in middle school and you were the lead role for some play? She made you give up the role so ‘other kids had a chance.’ Or when she literally canceled your birthday party because it was ‘insensitive’ to other kids who couldn’t have parties??”

You exhale a breath, waiting for him to continue…because you know he wants to.

“She was selfish, y/n.” He tells you softer now, “Her excuses were bullshit. She just wanted the entire spotlight on her and her campaign. Everyone and everything else was background. And now here you are afraid to receive any amount of attention that you deserve. Fucked you up.” He shakes his head, eyes going to the sky.

Finally, you speak. “It wasn’t really like that.” You say calmly, “My mom had it rough and she wanted to prote—”

“I’m not saying that wasn’t part of it…” He looks back at you. “But she just isn’t the parent that wants better for her kid…but rather she wanted you to suffer the same way she did. To teach you what? How to be anxious?”

“It’s fine.” You glance away from his gaze. “I don’t really like the spotlight anyway.”

“Really? I can still remember how excited you were for that play.” Jungkook chuckles, “You practiced in front of your mirror all the time and you cried for like ever when she told you to give it up. Then I guess you got used to it.”

“She really wasn’t that bad…” You say, knowing that’s not totally truthful.

“y/n…she didn’t even show up to your University graduation.” Jungkook reminds you. It should sting but this is old news. You’ve honestly healed a lot since then but it seems this is one event he really cannot let go. You were devastated at that time and Jungkook is the one who witnessed it all. You think he might continue but instead you hear him start cracking up, you lift your eyes to him and express your confusion. What is funny?

“But you know what was hilarious about that night?” He asks you, teeth poking out, ready to tease you. Ah, so that’s what’s funny. Well, you should have guessed he was going to bring it up.

You roll your eyes and look at him, almost in a challenge. “And what exactly was so funny about that night?”

“You know how everyone always brings up the night Taehyung made us make out a few months ago to tease us?” He keeps grinning at you, devious little thing. “I wonder what they’d say if they knew.” He smirks now.

“Knew what, huh?”

“That you tried to kiss me. The night of your graduation. You totally tried to kiss me.” He keeps smirking.

You glance away, pout on your lips. “I was drunk.”

“Uh huh.”

“Drunk and vulnerable!” You quietly shout, eyes back on him.

He softens at this, “Yeah, you were vulnerable.” His gaze somehow eases even more. “That’s why I didn’t let you kiss me.”

That’s why?

“Then…” You bite your bottom lip, pausing to gaze into his eyes. “Would you have if—”

“Oh.” Jungkook glances down, hand feeling his pocket before he’s pulling out his phone. He looks at the screen, “Sorry, my brother is calling me. He’s supposed to swing by my place to drop off some stuff.” He clicks the phone off though, “I’ll call him back when I get to my car.

“Jungkook—”

“—Look, about the promotion…I’m not telling you to call your boss and tell him you’ll take it…but at least reconsider.” He reaches for your hand, thumb brushing your skin, “And you might not want to be the center of the universe but to some people you are. So,” He bites his lip, concealing a smile. “Just humor us.”

~~~

It’s Tuesday in the afternoon, fingers busy at your desk computer, trying to finish up one of your team’s projects. You work for an ad agency and you tend to do a lot of the background work but your boss has insisted you move up in the company as the lead director for all upcoming projects within your team—meaning you’ll be in charge of traveling to other places and be the head of presenting.

You’ve already declined twice. But your boss reasons that no one is better for the job than you. He offered it a year ago, hired someone else but they’ve left the company and he’s asked you again just recently. Maybe Taehyung and Jungkook are right…maybe you should reconsider. But Jungkook is also right about you feeling a weird pressure anytime something like this happens…your moms words still echo in your mind. You laugh at yourself, feeling pathetic for still hearing her voice. You’ve healed, you’ve moved forward yet you’re still afraid and you still put restrictions on yourself.

“y/n.” Your boss, Mr. Kim comes towards you with a flash drive in his hand. “Mind if you look over this?” He waves it around, “Hito’s team finished it up but I’d like for you to give it a once over and see if it’s actually ready.”

“Sure.” You smile, taking the flash drive from his hand. “When do you want my thoughts?”

“As soon as possible, if you can.” He tells you. “By the way…” He glances around, “I know you’ve already rejected my offer but—”

“I’ll think about it.” You cut him off, eyes widening when you realized that you did. “Sorry, I just…you want me to reconsider the promotion, right?”

“Yes!” He grins at you. “Think about it. I’ll take it. Think you can give me an answer by the end of the month?”

“Yeah.” You nod, smiling gratefully. Wondering where the hell your burst of motivation came from.

“This is great news, y/n.”

You get home, small apartment quite a bit away from your work building—hey, maybe if you do take the promotion, you could afford something nicer and closer. Only Tuesday but the week feels long already and a bubble bath sounds so nice.

You dip your toes to test the waters, a pleasant burn from the tub makes you sink into the tub before you know it. Body already relaxing as bubbles swarm every inch of skin. Your phone that sits on the ledge of the tub vibrates and you try to somehow dry your soapy fingers before grabbing it.

Ara 9:58pm

Double date this Saturday?? For me?????

y/n 9:59pm

ugh

You look down at the screen contemplating the situation…for Ara.

y/n 9:59pm

fine whatever

Ara 10:00pm

YAY!

Ara 10:00pm

Btw love the enthusiasm girly!

y/n 10:01pm

shut up

You laugh to yourself before deciding to scroll through your phone when an idea comes to mind.

y/n 10:06pm

hiiiiiiii

You leave the message thread before continuing to scroll through your phone. It’s been a few minutes and still no reply. You brush it off, maybe he’s already asleep. You set your phone back down on the ledge and then sink deeper into the tub. Bubbles meeting your chin and you close your eyes. Yes this feels—your phones buzzes and your eyes shoot open as your stomach swirls in excitement. You dry the tip of your fingers again before reaching for your phone.

Jungkook 10:17pm

Hey baby

y/n 10:17pm

😐

Jungkook 10:18pm

Lol okay okay

Jungkook 10:18pm

Hiiii

y/n 10:18pm

what are you doing?

Jungkook 10:20pm

Just walked in the door

y/n 10:20pm

from what?

y/n 10:20pm

from work???

Jungkook 10:23pm

Yeah its been a long ass stressful ass day

y/n 10:23pm

its after 10 and youre just getting home?

y/n 10:23pm

lol r u lying….really from work?

Jungkook 10:24pm

Where else?

y/n 10:24pm

idk

Jungkook 10:25pm

Lol

Jungkook 10:25pm

Yes, from work y/n

y/n 10:26pm

I wasn’t insinuating anything!

Jungkook 10:28pm

Uh huh sure

y/n 10:28pm

anyway

Jungkook 10:28pm

Lol so do you want me to come over? I can shower really quick and go

y/n 10:29pm

oh no its okay…im sure youre really tired

Jungkook 10:31pm

So tired

Jungkook 10:31pm

But also stressed. So seeing you might be good for me

y/n 10:32pm

wow…sex to relieve stress, huh?

Jungkook 10:32pm

Get your head out of the gutter! I was just going to VENT 🤥

y/n 10:33pm

uh huh sure

Jungkook 10:35pm

Lemme shower and ill text when im on my way 😘

After your bath you find some comfy clothes to slip into. Just a pair of shorts and an old, oversized t shirt from University. Jungkook texted like 20 minutes ago that he was on his way so you’re expecting him any minute now. And like clockwork, you can hear the ding of each number being pressed into your lock and suddenly the door is opening and Jungkook is letting himself in.

“Hey.” He notices you coming through the entry way, “I brought stuff for tomorrow.” He holds up a duffle bag. “Figured I would just leave from here to go to work in the morning.”

“Probably a good idea.” You nod towards the bedroom. “Want to vent in bed?”

“Anything involving a bed sounds great.” He chuckles, “This day drained me.” And you think he’s right. He looks exhausted.

You both make it to your room and he pulls the blanket back before settling in your bed, a long puff of air leaving his mouth as he relaxes into your mattress. You join him, getting cozy in your bed as well.

“Two of my most reliable employees both came down with the flu this week.” He begins his vent session, body turned towards you. “Which is not great timing considering we have a big proposal due at the end of the week for a major client. I’m basically covering all the extra work and there just isn’t enough hours in the day.”

“Shit…that sucks, I’m sorry.” You don’t envy him. “Isn’t there anyone else who could help?”

“Everyone’s chipping in, picking up slack but only so many have knowledge on what I need help on exactly. So,” He sighs out, “That leaves me doing majority of it.”

“Sorry, Kook.” You snuggle further into your pillow, kind of wishing you were snuggling up to him instead—as a way of offering your condolences or some kind of comfort. But you two don’t typically cuddle in bed.

“It sucks.” He laughs. “But it feels good to complain.”

“Complaining can be fun.”

“Can be. But this is the only place I can do it. Can’t let it get to me at work, you know?”

“I get you.” You offer a small smile, “Complain to me all you want.”

“Hey, you offered. No take backs.” He grins now. “How was your day? Hm?” He snuggles into his pillow as well.

“It was…” You try to hide a sheepish smile. “Good?”

“Yeah?” He quirks a brow, trying to pry further. “How so?”

“I told my boss I’d…think about the promotion.” You admit. “I mean, I didn’t give an answer but—”

“But you’re thinking about it?” Jungkook cuts in, his eyes sparkling with something.

“Yeah.”

“Wow,” His hand goes to your cheek and he pinches it softly. “I’m proud of you. That’s something, y/n. Really proud of you.”

Ah, so they were sparkling with pride.

“Thanks.” You murmur and then crack a smile when you see Jungkook yawn out, his eyes looking tired. “You don’t really look like you have the energy for sex.” You giggle and he laughs too.

“You might be right.” He gazes at you, a look of regret passes over his features. “But don’t worry—”

“—No, you’re tired, Kook. It’s okay.”

“Don’t forget stressed.” He chuckles, cute smile on his face but yeah, the exhaustion is evident. And then you get an idea.

“Well…” Your fingers reach for his cheek, gliding them across his lips before they drag down his chest. “I could always help you relieve some stress…help you relax more.”

Jungkook’s breath gets caught in his throat, eyes on you as he processes your words and then he’s swallowing. “Yeah?”

“Mhm.” You wiggle closer to him and he’s quick to grab your waist and help you push up against his body. “Could go down on you,” You whisper, “If that’s something you’d like.”

Jungkook playfully scoffs at you but his eyes stay on yours. “Why wouldn’t that be something I like? You have the prettiest lips. You don’t think I wouldn’t want to see them wrapped around my dick daily?” He breathes out, “Oh but I guess I’ll have to be satisfied with three days of the week, huh?”

“You’re such a smart ass.” You laugh a little, your hands sliding down his body before you have a palm lightly rubbing against his crotch. “So is that a yes?”

“It’s always a yes,” He sighs contently, eyes slowly shutting when you’re palming him expertly, his member growing hard beneath your touch.

“Okay.” You pause the action of your hand, both hands on Jungkook’s chest as you hint for him to lay on his back. He follows your lead, head hitting the pillow and eyes on you as you move to crawl over his body. “You smell good.” You tell him before leaning in to kiss his lips. He kisses you back slowly, lips moving together when he barely slips his tongue into your mouth. He tastes good too.

Your hand is back on his erection but this time inside his sweatpants. The skin of his cock is warm, so warm like it’s been ready for you to touch. Waiting, anticipating, wondering where you are. Jungkook moans into your mouth when your fingers wrap around the head, thumb spreading his precum. He’s relaxing beneath you, his body sinking into the mattress.

You make your way down his body, fingers tugging at his sweatpants as you pull them down his legs. He’s not wearing underwear and you aren’t surprised. He typically will forgo them when he sleeps. Your eyes are set on his length. And his eyes are set on you.

“Pretty.” He murmurs and you look up at him before giving him a small smile. “So pretty.”

You take his cock in your hand, stroking him slowly before hovering over it. Your tongue licks up his base, eyes on him, gliding your tongue to the tip before circling it around a few times making Jungkook tense. “y/n…”

You continue to swirl your tongue until you wrap your lips around the head of his cock and suck on it, making him whine. God, you love the sounds he makes when you have him in your mouth like this. You want to tease him, you want to make this last so he can come hard but you also know he’s tired. And he probably wants have his cum sliding down your throat and then go to sleep.

Your fingers continue to stroke him while you begin bobbing your head up and down, tongue working him from base to tip while your other hand fondles his balls and he’s breathing heavy, hands going to the back of your head. “You don’t want me to last, do you?”

You only hum around his cock and he laughs breathlessly, mixing a moan in there making your lower stomach fill with desire. You watch him watching you. Your head moving quicker, his cock going deeper, hitting the back of your throat and you struggle not to choke on his length—it’s impressive.

“Baby.” He whines again, “Can I come in your mouth?” He’s trying not to come until you answer. You look up at him with your eyes that bewitch him and you hum in approval. He sighs in relief, his hips moving on their own as you continue to suck on him, fingers still stroking him, fingers still playing with his balls and you feel the way they tighten. “Coming,” He warns you, “Fuck, yes, y/n…I’m…” And then he stills himself, his hands trying to stop you from moving anymore while you feel his hot cum spill into your mouth. The way he groans loudly the moment he’s releasing into your mouth is a sound you will save for a rainy day.

Jungkook chuckles to himself, clearly experiencing euphoria, an arm thrown over his eyes as you make your way to lay next to him. “Feeling less stressed?” You tease. He moves his arm back to his side before he’s snuggling closer to you and planting a kiss to your lips.

“Mhm.” He smiles into the kiss, adding another and another. You don’t mind. Kissing Jungkook feels nice and hey, there’s no rule that says you can’t.

~~~

You’re on your way home from the store, you were wanting to buy something cute for tomorrow’s double date—you aren’t trying to impress or anything but hey, dressing cute and buying something new is always great. You don’t have any plans tonight, maybe just some Netflix and cooking something simple for dinner.

You’re at a light when your phone starts ringing through your car’s Bluetooth and you see Jungkook’s name across the screen. You push the answer button and sing out a melodic ‘hello’.

“Are you in your car?” Jungkook immediately asks, “Your voice sounds far.”

“Yup.” You drum your fingers on top of the driving wheel.

“Perfect. Drive here!” He tells you excitedly and then you begin to pay attention to the background noise, “We just ordered some take out and I ordered your favorite without realizing. So, come over and eat.”

“Wow,” You laugh, eyes still on the light as you wait for it to change. “You didn’t want to invite me beforehand?” You tease him. “Who’s there?”

“Are you complaining? Should I eat your share then?” He teases back. “It’s just me, Taehyung, Yoongi and Hoseok. We were playing games and got hungry.”

“I thought I heard Hoseok laughing in the background.”

“He’s loud.” Jungkook chuckles, “And he knows he’s loud because tell me why I said that and he looked directly at me and asked if I was talking about him.”

You start giggling at that, imagining Hoseok’s innocent face. Finally, the light turns green and you quickly try to switch lanes since you’re going to go to Jungkook’s now instead of your place. “Fine, I’m on my way.” You tell Jungkook, “I was out shopping on the other side of town so I won’t be there for like 30 minutes.”

“Good timing.” Jungkook tells you distractedly, the other boy’s voices in the background. “The food will get here around then. Just let yourself in. Drive safe!”

“Okay, okay.” You smile, he can’t see it but he can probably tell. “See you guys soon.” And then you hang up.

There’s traffic so it’s taking longer to get to Jungkook’s place. The weekends are usually like this, lots of people out and about and It’s after 7 on a Friday evening so it’s not surprising. But your stomach rumbles and you’re getting impatient since you’ve gotten really hungry. You can see Jungkook has texted you, probably asking where you’re at and then after a couple more minutes you are receiving another phone call.

“What?” You answer playfully annoyed.

“Where are you?” He asks, “Food got here already.”

“I think like ten minutes away.” You say. “There’s been traffic.”

“Oh.” He hums along, “Drive safe but hurry.”

“You’re so impatient.”

“I just miss your pretty face.” He says into the phone quietly. “Miss every pretty thing about you, actually.”

You feel your stomach twist in panic? Maybe desire? Anxiety? Lust? “You didn’t say that in front of the guys did you…” You ask him slowly, your voice sounding so close to scolding.

There’s a beat before Jungkook sighs out, “I’m not telling you if I did or not.” He finally says, his tone is teasing and you swear you are going to make him pay later. “Anyway, I’m just trying to butter you up because I definitely ate your share of dumplings.”

“Jungkook!” You whine out, “Seriously?”

“Yes, seriously.” He starts laughing annoyingly into the phone. “Should I keep going about how pretty you are?”

“You’re the worst, I truly hope you know that.”

“And I truly hope you know you’re the prettiest most gorgeous—”

“—I’m going to hang up on you.” You threaten him but he just keeps cackling to himself.

“Don’t do that.” He sings out and then you hear the toilet flush in the background. You roll your eyes at the sound.

“Were you on the toilet this whole time?” You ask him and he hums into the phone nonchalantly. “Anyway, I’m going to be there soon so don’t eat more of what you ordered for me!”

“I’ll try not to.”

And then you hang up again.

Like you said, around 10 minutes later you’re already inside the elevator of Jungkook’s fancy apartment building, waiting to reach his floor. You stand here, watching the numbers go up and you recall the last time you were in this elevator. With Jungkook. And all his teasing. The way he said he could have you so wet if he just sat you down and talked dirty to you. You believe him. He could. But also like he said, that might be too much control that you’d be giving him.

That’s a hard one for you. You typically are the one who guides a situation when you two are being sexual with one another. You just like to feel like things are under control—your control. Jungkook doesn’t mind though, you know he enjoys it but you also know he is itching to have you lose yourself for him—sexually of course.

The elevator dings and the doors open. You stroll down the hall until you reach his front door, fingers pressing against the key code to unlock it. As soon as the door opens, your ears are met with loud laughter and talking.

“Hello.” You sing out as you slip off your shoes. You hear various ‘Hi’s’ and ‘Hey’s’ as you walk through to see your friends all in Jungkook’s living room. “Please tell me you guys left me some food.” You put your hands on the back of the couch before glancing towards the kitchen. “Or I am making you order me more.” You say, head twisting back to the living room, eyes going straight to Jungkook.

“Yes, my liege .” Jungkook dramatically bows to you but then he grins. “But there’s plenty.”

“Oh, yay.” You smile in delight, clearly satisfied. “Then carry on, I’m going to eat.”

“We’re allowed to carry on?” Taehyung asks, exaggerated shock on his face. “Oh my god, our liege is so good to us! Thank you, thank you, my queen, my—”

“—Shut up.” You laugh before heading towards the kitchen, “You aren’t going out tonight, Taehyung?”

“Nah,” He calls out, “I’m meeting a girl after this though.”

“Who?” You can hear Hoseok ask, “Someone new?”

“As if I hook up with someone twice.” Taehyung scoffs, “Well, except there is someone from the past I would totally hook up with again. She knew how to—“

“—Oh let me guess.” Yoongi cuts off Taehyung, “It’s the girl who left you the morning after. You like the chase, dude. That was the first time someone beat you to it.”

“Listen,” Taehyung’s voice gets louder, clearly getting defensive. “I was only disappointed because I thought we would hook up again in the morning!”

“Doesn’t that count as twice?” You yell out so he can hear you, your mouth getting busy with some food.

“No!” He shouts back, “It’s the same occasion! Doesn’t count.”

“Morning sex is the best.” Jungkook chimes in, “I have to force myself not to come within 5 seconds though.”

You laugh to yourself quietly, mouth still stuffed with dinner. He’s right, he is a big fan of fucking right when he wakes up but he does struggle with not getting too lost with it and coming quickly.

“Dude, I remember hearing you hooking up with someone back in college. It was like 7 in the morning, you had a class at 8 and the girl was screaming.” Taehyung tsks his tongue, annoyed. “I never hated being your roommate more than that moment.”

“What can I say?” You hear Jungkook chuckle and you roll your eyes. You take a few more bites of the take out Jungkook got for you before making your way into the living room.

“Taehyung do you not remember when you hooked up with one of my friends in high school at my parent’s house? My mom told me you weren’t allowed back over for at least a month because she was so disturbed.” You remind Taehyung and he starts cracking up.

“Oh my god, I remember. It was my first time getting a blowjob, it was a big moment for me. I’m sure your parents could understand.”

“They didn’t.” You deadpan.

“Did they hear him or something…?” Hoseok asks, almost afraid to know the answer.

“Worse.” Jungkook joins Taehyung in laughing. “Her mom walked in the bathroom that Taehyung was getting his dick sucked in.”

“Jesus, Taehyung.” Yoongi murmurs, shaking his head. “At y/n’s house?”

“Her friend was handsy, I couldn’t just say no, right?” Taehyung shrugs. But everyone looks at him with disapproval but he scoffs. “A blowjob.” He says like it’s enough reason. “A motherfucking blowjob!”

“My mom told me I couldn’t host any gatherings after that for a while.” You take a seat next to Hoseok on the couch. Almost a week ago you were having sex with Jungkook exactly where Hoseok is sitting.

“Remember your mom told you to stop hanging out with Taehyung because she was convinced he was going to corrupt you and take your virginity?” Jungkook looks between you and Taehyung and you both offer a grossed out face.

“Ew.” You shudder, “But yeah.”

“That’s funny that your mom thought you could actually get some action like that.” Taehyung snickers, “But you’re prude self didn’t get wild until college.”

“Hey,” You roll your eyes, “Jungkook didn’t lose his virginity until college either!”

“Okay, you lost yours during like your third year or some shit.” Taehyung gives you a pointed look before gesturing towards Jungkook, “My man over here lost his shit during the first week.”

“Truly the best first week I ever had when it came to school.” Jungkook smirks.

“You were so wasted you don’t even really remember it though?” You look at him and he shrugs.

“But I know it happened and that’s what matters.”

“You were wild back then,” Taehyung nudges Jungkook’s shoulder with his, “Too bad you’re in a dry spell now, huh?”

“Who said that?” Jungkook raises his brows at Taehyung.

“I haven’t seen or heard anything so—”

“—You know I don’t say all the details of my sex life like you!” Jungkook counters, eyes big and defensive.

“So?” Taehyung suddenly gets more interested, his eyes narrowing and you can see the annoying curiosity lingering in them. “You’ve been—”

“—Yeah, there’s someone.” Jungkook cuts him off with a proud glint. You feel your stomach twist again for the second time today.

“Someone?” Yoongi asks, his own curiosity growing. “As in singular? One person?”

Jungkook just nods.

“What the hell?” Hoseok’s lips lift into a grin. “Who?!”

You watch Jungkook anxiously. You know he won’t say anything…but the way he just glanced at you…you know he’s about to have his fun.

“Just someone.” He shrugs. “But I can’t tell you guys too many details, you’d get envious of me and what not.”

“Envious?” Taehyung quirks a brow, “Now I got to know more.”

“You really don’t.” Jungkook smirks, his eyes going between all of you. But they linger on yours more. “But—”

“—We really don’t need any details.” You start awkwardly laughing.

“Are you serious?” Taehyung blinks at you, “We totally do!” Then his eyes go back to Jungkook, “How good is the sex like rate it from one to ten.”

“Seriously?” You ask Taehyung, unamused. “We rate sex now?”

“y/n is just bitter because her sex with Jihoon was like a 3. She told me herself when she was drunk.” Taehyung outs you and you glare at him. But like, he’s right.

“A 3, y/n?” Jungkook’s eyes slide over to you, “Well, I hope you’ve gotten something better than that since then.”

“How long did you date Jihoon again?” Hoseok asks you.

“She was with that loser for like 5 months!” Taehyung answers for you, “Imagine have a 3 scale sex life for 5 months…”

“Was it really that bad?” Yoongi asks you and you take a deep breath.

“It wasn’t that bad!” You pout, “But okay, yeah, it wasn’t that good either.”

“Why did you,” Jungkook’s eyes find yours, his tone softer. “Why did you stay with him that long anyway? You weren’t that into him by the looks of it.”

“She was settling and then he still dumped her on Valentine’s day!” Taehyung jumps in, “God, I wanted to kick his ass. But don’t worry, y/n, the girl he’s with now is not nearly as hot as you.”

“Getting called hot by you just doesn’t feel that flattering.” You deadpan.

“Can I say it?” Yoongi smiles at you, “Because Taehyung is right but I totally understand it just doesn’t feel like it counts when it comes from him.” He starts teasing.

“I feel like it doesn’t count from me either for some reason.” Jungkook sighs out, “I tell her she’s pretty and she doesn’t even respond half the time.”

Stomach twists again.

“Because you’re usually just teasing me.” You huff out.

“Oh?” Jungkook gazes at you with a darker expression, “I don’t think every time I say it it’s in a teasing way? Should I refresh your memory of moments—”

“—Nah.” You wave him off, “Anyway, when are you meeting up with your date tonight?” You direct your focus to Taehyung now.

“Late.” He answers.

“Oh,” Hoseok blurts, eyes on his phone. “Jungkook do you have a charger I could use? My phone’s on 2%.”

“Oh, yeah.” He nods, “I’m charging mine too but I know I have another charger in my room somewhere.”

“It’s in your closet, on the top shelf inside a box.” You tell him, “I doubt you knew that since I’m the one who organized your closet last time.”

“Oh shit.” Jungkook cracks a smile. “What would I do without you?” He stands up and starts heading down the hall towards his bedroom. You look at the other guys with a straight face.

“How much you guys want to bet he won’t find it and is going to call for help?”

“A million dollars because you’re right.” Taehyung chuckles, “Not only that but he’s going to give up within a minute of searching.”

“Definitely.” You nod in agreement. “I give him another 30 seconds before he starts whining.”

“You guys are so generous because I give him maybe 10 seconds.” Yoongi says.

“You guys don’t know Jungkook or what because I give it,” He holds up 5 fingers before he’s lowering a finger one at a time, counting down. “4…3…2…1…and—”

“Hey!” Jungkook’s muffled voice echoes in the distance. “I can’t find it!”

“What did I say?” Hoseok asks around, looking proud of himself.

“I bet he didn’t even try.” You roll your eyes as you stand up, “I’ll be back.”

You walk down the long, dark hall that leads to Jungkook’s bedroom, his walls decorated in framed photos and some other décor. Right next to bedroom door, a photo hangs that makes you heart swell every time. A picture of you, Taehyung and Jungkook when you were kids. Little Jungkook has a huge bunny grin, you with an angry expression as Taehyung has an ice cream cone getting smashed into your cheek while he’s laughing his ass off.

Some things never change, you think, the memory fond.

You enter Jungkook’s bedroom and see his closet light on and him mumbling to himself before you walk inside. “Having trouble?” You tease him.

“You said box on top shelf but y/n there’s like 5 boxes.” He glances at you while gesturing towards the boxes above.

“You’re right this is all my fault.” You brush past him, sarcasm thick in your voice. “How could I steer you so wrong?”

“At least you know.” He grins to himself, “I love how self-aware you are.”

“Uh huh.” You stand on you tip toes to reach the box furthest to the right. “It’s in here.”

“I’ll get it.” Jungkook tells you, quickly coming next to you to grab the box himself. “Let’s see…” He sings cutely, hands on either side before he’s bringing it down. “Oh.” He glances down and sees the charger right on top.

“Told you.” You say cockily, “What would you do without me, I’m so serious you’d be—”

“—Well, without you I wouldn’t be having 10 out of 10 sex.” He cuts in, his tone is playful. You gape at him, already shaking your head.

“Did you really rate our sex?”

“I knew you were secretly curious, y/n.” He grabs the charger before placing the box back on the shelf. “I didn’t want to leave you hanging.”

“You’re being so…” You motion your hands around, “I don’t know. Are you trying to rile me up today?”

“Is it working?” He asks you, his feet moving closer to you. “I told you I was missing you earlier.”

“Oh,” You try not to smile, “You miss me because it’s been a whole 3 days? Wow,” You lift a hand to his jaw, fingers brushing against it softly and then you gaze into his eyes and speak slowly, “How have you survived?”

“Barely making it through.” He smiles lazily. “I’ve only had you once this week and it barely counts.” He tells you quietly, his forehead going to yours as his hands find your waist.

You look up into his eyes and you see he’s already affected. “Barely counts?” You ask, pretending to be offended. “Well, since it means nothing I guess I don’t have to suck your—”

“—Noooo,” Jungkook laughs, his hands rubbing your sides. “I just mean I didn’t get to do anything for you.” He leans back from you, hands going to your hips now. “But I could.”

“Hmm.”

“Come on,” He tries pulling you closer to him. “How about you be good for me, hm? I’ll finger you and have you coming in no time. Guys won’t even think we’ve been missing for too long.”

You raise an amused brow, “Be good for you?” You start pushing him back, leading him outside of the closet. “Are you trying to tell me what to do?”

Jungkook stumbles backwards, doe eyes on you as you keep guiding him backwards. The back of his knees hit his mattress. You glance towards his open door, the distant sound of laughter coming from your friends can be heard. It’s a risk but…

You lift a hand to his chest, pushing him gently, forcing him to sit on the bed. “You want me to surrender myself to you, don’t you?” You ask softly, your body moving before your brain even tells it to. You lift a knee to the outside of Jungkook’s thigh and then the other, successfully sitting in his lap, straddling him.

He looks up at you, eyes filling with need. “Yeah.” He tells you honestly, voice gentle. “But I have no control over you, do I?”

You lower yourself more onto Jungkook’s lap, putting weight and pressure onto his cock that rests beneath you. One of your hands goes to the back of his neck, “No.” You finally tell him.

He releases a long breath, eyes lighting up in excitement. “Never say never, baby.” His hand goes to your thigh but just to prove a point, you slowly take his hand and bring it away from your legs.

“I control how you touch me, Jungkook.” You say quietly before you grind your hips a little, his member twitching from the feeling. He continues to look up at you, eyes heavy with lust, knowing this is exactly what he wants. He’s teased you enough today and you’ve always been a fan of playful revenge.

You take the same hand he originally had on your thigh and bring it your hip. You cover his large hand with your own, guiding it over your body. Hips to your waist to your breast. You cup your breast with his hand and he breathes heavily beneath you. His cock getting harder.

Finally, you pull yours and his hand back and clutch onto one finger. He watches you with curious eyes as you stare down at him. You bring his finger closer to your mouth, never breaking your eye contact with him and you roll your hips over him as you stick your tongue out and lick up his finger.

“y/n…” He sighs out.

You smirk before placing his finger between your lips and you suck on it, your tongue swirling around his single digit and he’s losing his mind as he watches you. You’re both gazing so intensely at the other.

“Baby.” He wants to pull his finger from your mouth and crash his lips over yours and grope every inch of your body that he can. He wants to tear your clothes from your body and bend you over this very bed and fuck you until you’re crying for him. He wants to. And he knows you know that he wants to.

He sees in your eyes how fucking delighted you are with his reaction. He knows you can feel how hard he is under you. You smirk, looking satisfied as you pull his finger from your mouth.

“Well, you survived three days.” You tell him quietly. “Let’s see if you survive a fourth.” And then you give him a smile before leaving his lap. He watches as you exit his bedroom to go back to your friends.

He stares at nothing for a moment, almost in disbelief before he’s quietly groaning to himself, little smile growing on his lips before he falls back to his bed in defeat. He looks up at the ceiling and tries to breathe evenly again.

“God damn it.”

Part Two

#jjk

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practice | jjk

→pairing: fuckboy!jk x inexperienced reader

→rating/genre: m/18+ | college au, fwb, smut

→word count: 8.1k

→warnings: mentions of bad sexual experiences, nickname you guys might find cringey (sorry babes), praise, a little degradation, a little manhandling, oral sex (f recieving), fingering, squirting, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, forced orgasm, very brief mentions of anal play, brief mentions of sex toys and masturbation, spitting, titty sucking, protected sex (hes a hoe but not a dummy), jk is kinda a himbo (scratch that last side note), jk running through twice members lmao sorry girlies, pining, maybe unrequited love, maybe not, ill let u decide, oc is in denial in the beginning, oc has that lemon water coochie!!, daddy kink + daddy kink slander (not seriously!), slight corruption kink

→summary: You usually spend Friday nights on your own. Tonight, however, your friend and campus fuckboy, Jungkook, decides to pay you a visit.

→notes: hi friends!! i’m back with my second fic!! i posted this last night but miss ting had a bad case of the typos rip. so I had it beta'd by my bby @kookstempo pls go give her love >:((( ! i found the smut a little easier to write this time. still not that good lol but not as mentally taxing! oc is totally definitely not a little bit of a projection of me haha thisficwassexuallycathartictowrite i hope you guys like it! i would love to know your thoughts! also would be v cool if you checked out my masterlist. love u bye!!

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It’s 10 p.m. on a Friday.

The night of the week that lures college students out of their suffocating dorm rooms with the promise of parties and alcohol. After days of classes, hours of studying, and minutes of sleep, most people your age spend their weekends unwinding, hopping from frat house to frat house.

One of the many perks of living on campus is the social life. Being surrounded by young adults is exciting. It also means that everyone is horny. Ravenously so. Seriously. Anything with a hole or phallic-shaped appendage is a prime candidate for getting fucked.

Anything and everyone, except you.

It wasn’t that you couldn’t get fucked, per se. Although abundant, your options were limited. Given the environment, it was difficult to find a guy you actually felt comfortable with. He didn’t have to be in love with you, but he did have to respect you if he wanted to get anywhere near your sugar walls. With that being said, it was slim pickings.

You coped well, for the most part. But it was hard to shake the lonely feelings that bubbled in your chest from time to time. And the feral ones. Nothing a quick rub from your petite, manicured fingers couldn’t satisfy, you suppose…

Besides, all men do is disappoint you. The only two sexual partners you’ve had thus far were subpar, to say the least. Greedy. Disgusting. Selfish. Not an ounce of concern for your pleasure. As embarrassing as it was to admit, you’ve never orgasmed from sex. Not even close. That left a sour, lemony taste in your mouth. Ever since then, your pussy was on hiatus, locked away in the highest room of the tallest tower, until a worthy knight came to save it from this tortuous dry spell.

You sigh, peeling the honey-drenched sheet mask off your face and tossing it into the trash with vigor. You eye yourself in the mirror with a scowl. Fluffy, freshly plucked brows knit together as you examine your appearance. You’re wearing a cropped white tank top, nipples poking through the little animated cherubs printed on the front. The baby pink Sailor Moon pajama shorts on your thighs left little to the imagination. White kitty ears headband keeping those annoying baby hairs out of your face.

You’re cute, right?

Atleast you tried to look cute.

Your roommate, Mina, was visiting family for the weekend, leaving you the dorm to yourself. Without your extraverted lifeline, you decided it was the perfect opportunity to stay in and pamper yourself.

You’ve already waxed your body, head to toe, with that expensive sugaring wax Mina begged you not to get. ‘It was worth it,’ you thought to yourself when you had spread your peach-scented lotion on the smooth canvas of your legs after the shower.

You even gave yourself a facial. Extractions and all. Much cooler and more productive than partying and getting laid.

You take your headband off, ruffling your thick hair until it falls into place. You reach for your candy-flavored Laneige lip mask, spreading it across your plump pout with your middle finger. Another overpriced purchase.

You exit the bathroom, shuffling towards your twin-sized bed and then falling face first into the plush, ivory duvet. So comfy. It wasn’t even midnight and you were ready to hit the hay.

You had planned to study a bit before knocking out, but the warm shower left you sleepy. Plus, the past week has been hell. Two papers and an impromptu quiz from your least favorite professor. You were a good student. A great one, even. But you were an overachiever to the core, and still found yourself stressing over assignments you knew you aced.

You let out a small yawn, squinting at the brightness around you. Along the wall beside your bed were vine garlands, embellished with little fairy lights and pink roses. They were such a pain in the ass to put up. It took you and Mina nearly three hours, and a mental breakdown on your behalf, to stick them against the drywall in the right position. High maintenance, but cute, nonetheless. Kinda like you.

The lights dim as your mind turns hazy, eventually turning into a silent black as sleep clouds your vision. Sweet, blissful sleep. You were teetering into the REM phase when-

Knock. Knock.

The booming noise startles you awake, rattling the brittle wood of your cheaply built door. The wall hangings flutter in its wake.

Maybe you were being dramatic. The knocks were actually soft and melodic. Almost cheerful as they followed the rhythm of a made-up song. But you were pissed. Even the most heavenly sound would ring demonic and evil in your ears at the moment.

You shove yourself off of your bed with an exaggerated groan, stomping towards the door and yanking it open, fully prepared to yell at whoever was behind it.

Jeon Jungkook.

His expression is blank, doe-eyes widening as he takes in your expression. Your body language radiates hostility and violence. The silver barbell glimmers as his thick, dark brows twitch in confusion. He blinks before opening his mouth. “Hey,” he utters hastily.

Under different circumstances, you would be ecstatic.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Jungkook?”

“Woah, someone’s cranky,” he laughs hesitantly. “I was bored. Figured you were, too. Mina is gone, right?”

“Are you drunk or something?”

“What- no,” his plump lips form a pout, the matching silver ring on the bottom corner shining as well.

You sneer at him, pupils darting over his outfit. Oversized gray hoodie, white t-shirt peeking from the unzipped portion at the top. Gray sweatpants. Your gaze lingers on the tight pull of the material in the front. He doesn’t seem drunk, and he isn’t dressed in his usual party attire.

“I just want to hang out with you. Why are you acting so sus?”

You roll your eyes, doing everything in your power to exaggerate your irritation. “Why are you here?”

“Oh, come on, Bambi. Don’t be like that.”

Bambi.

That stupid nickname.

You and Jungkook had met at a party after you were peer pressured into a game of beer pong. The super boisterous, super attractive stranger ended up being your partner by default.

"What do you mean you’ve never played before?" He questioned you, voice laced with devastation when he realized you were about to cost him his undefeated streak.

Despite Jungkook’s best efforts, Mina and her boyfriend, Taehyung, mopped the floor with you.

"You know what, I like you. You’re a little bitchy but-,” he slurred at the end of the night, helping you gather the discarded solo cups, "Also innocent. Kinda like a baby deer. What the fuck was that movie?"

You answered him curtly with a scowl.

"Bambi! Right… I can’t wait to ruin you." He was so wasted that night he ended up vomiting off of the second-floor balcony and onto the class president’s Honda Civic. Not drunk enough to forget the awfully humiliating, yet adorable nickname he had bestowed you.

“Give me one good reason why I should let you in.”

“I have pancakes,” he beams with pride, bunny teeth peeking out. He raises both arms, showing you the crinkled takeout bags in his hands. “Chocolate chip-”

“That’s disgusting,” you scoff.

“And blueberry,” he retorts with a squint. “Please? I won’t be annoying, I promise.”

You let out a contemplative noise. It wasn’t what you had planned for the night, but you guess company wouldn’t hurt. Especially his company.

If only you could mute your evil brain.

“I thought you had plans with whatsherface,” you question, stepping aside to let Jungkook enter your room.

He kicks his slides off at the door, something you’ve drilled into his head with violent words and empty threats. You remember him texting the groupchat a screenshot of his calendar, tonight being marked ‘PUSSY APPOINTMENT’ with the woozy face emoji next to it. The same one that was inked on his middle finger; it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out why. Tonight was one of many slots in his month with the exact same title. That picture was deleted from your phone as soon as you received it.

“Sana,” he corrects, face unimpressed like he expected you to keep a mental catalog of all his flavors of the week.

You did. Every time a new name was added to the roster, your heart sank. You would never admit it though.

“I did, but I guess she has a boyfriend now or some shit?” He plops down onto the baby pink area rug beside your bed, immediately digging through the takeout bags.

“How dare she?” You gasp sarcastically, taking the styrofoam container that he held up for you and sitting criss-cross on your bed.

“I know, right? That’s what I’m saying,” he laughs, opening a syrup packet and pouring it over his pancakes.

You cringe, foreseeing a sticky, impossible to clean mess all over your floor. “Please don’t fuck up my rug, Jungkook.”

“I won’t,” he mumbles halfheartedly, bringing the pad of his thumb to his mouth. The tip of his tongue pokes out to kitten lick at the sugary liquid before wrapping his plump, pink lips around it.

He sucks gently and then pulls off with a tiny smooch.

Wow.

Are you really that far gone? There was no denying that Jungkook was attractive. But were you really that touch starved that you were drooling over every minuscule, minute movement he made?

“Maybe she was sick of you stringing her along,” you comment, trying to cover up the fact that you were totally just gawking at him.

“Nah,” he murmurs through chubby cheeks, mouth full of pancake. “She knew it was just sex.”

“Did she though? What about Dahyun?”

“Well aware.”

“Jihyo?”

“Yep.”

“Nayeon?”

“Are you slut-shaming me?” He points his plastic fork at you, bringing the opposite hand to his chest in feigned offense. “Because I feel very attacked right now.”

You playfully nudge his shoulder with your thigh-high sock-clad foot, deciding to drop the subject. To be fair, he wasn’t wrong. Jungkook had a reputation on campus. Every girl who involved themselves with him knew what the outcome would be. He was very blunt about his desires and disinterests. Sex being the prior. Commitment being the latter.

But you suppose remaining detached was easier said than done. Something about him was… magnetic. He was bold, yet soft. Obnoxious, but endearing. A sweet talker for sure. And easily the freest person you’ve ever known. Add sex into the equation, and it must be nearly impossible not to fall in love with him…

Hm. That’s enough thinking for the night.

You need background noise to keep intrusive thoughts at bay. He peeps an ‘I don’t care’ when you ask him what he wants to watch. You take it upon yourself. Sailor Moon it is.

The pancakes keep him preoccupied for a while. You glance down at him every now and then. His eyes sparkle as he watches the cartoon on your phone screen. There’s a little speck of chocolate on the corner of his mouth. His tongue makes an encore appearance, licking it away before fidgeting with his lip. How sinful.

He starts getting squirmy about halfway through the episode. Antsy hands pull at the strings on the border of the carpet below him. Every now and then he draws a shape and erases it. One of the shapes is a penis, something you’d see on the back of a middle school textbook.

He scoots with a sigh, pressing his spine against the edge of your bed, and then bending his head back. Fluffy dark strands tickle your legs as he peers up at you. “Can you play with my hair?”

“Why would I do that?” You huff, hot and bothered by the sudden contact.

“It helps me stay still. Please?”

“Oh, um- okay,” you oblige, gulping like you’ve dry swallowed a huge pill. You cautiously card your digits through his hair. It’s so soft and healthy.

He purrs and closes his eyes.

He's silent once again, enjoying your touch, even pushing into it a bit. Very cat-like.

That lasts for about three minutes. His inability to not speak every single thought that enters the void of his mind takes over.

‘I just realized they’re all named after planets.’

‘Wait, the moon isn’t a planet, is it?’

‘Why are they dressed so sexy to fight space monsters?’

“Jungkook, shut up!”

“But I’m bored,” he whines. “Is this really how you spend your Friday nights?”

“Excuse me, I’d like to see you take STEM classes for a week and then tell me how you feel,” you contend, leaning over to grab your phone off the nightstand. You don’t miss the way his gaze lingers on your nipples. It makes your palms clammy. “Sometimes, it’s nice to just chill.”

“You don’t masturbate?” He asks calmly as if he had just inquired about the weather.

You give him an exasperated look.

“What? That’s how I destress,” he continues, shrugging nonchalantly. “Don’t you have a vibrator?”

“I- no! Why are you asking all these questions?” You shriek, absolutely mortified.

“What do you mean ‘no’?” He lifts his head off of your lap, craning his neck so you can see his appalled expression, your answer leaving him equally as mortified. “Damn, that’s wild,” he tuts in disapproval.

“I would rather not have to smuggle a sex toy into my dorm room, Jungkook,” you retort.

“You can borrow mine,” he smirks, turning his body to face you, obviously relishing in the reactions he’s pulling out of you. “It’s a Hitachi. It’s really strong too, like, most girls don’t even last five minutes.”

“Why do you have- you know what, nevermind actually!” You clench your eyes shut, poking your fingers into your ears and shaking your head dramatically. Your reaction is mostly out of embarrassment and partly because the thought of him pleasing women who aren’t you hurts for whatever reason. “I’m done with this discussion!”

“Seriously?” He wheezes, thoroughly enjoying your tantrum. He wraps his long, nimble fingers around your wrists, pulling your hands away. Your skin burns under the touch. “I want to get to know you more.”

“Yeah, but you don’t need to know-,” you rip out of his grasp, flailing your hands around in circular motions, “-those things.”

“I’m just trying to make conversation,” he frowns.

“About?”

“Anything.”

“Okay, um...” you look around the room nervously, searching for the right thing to say. “What’s your favorite color?”

“Black. What’s your favorite position?”

“Jungkook!”

“I think missionary is my favorite. Very underrated,” he says, tapping his chin like it’s an answer only an intellectual would’ve given. “The kind where her legs are pushed alllll the way back,” he emphasizes the ‘all’ by balling his hands into fists and lifting them up by his head, showing you exactly where he likes them. “You hit the g-spot perfectly that way.”

You level him with a scowl, crossing your arms over your chest. Unamusement written all over.

“Why are you so mad?” He laughs. “What? You’re embarrassed to talk about sex?”

A pause.

“You’re not a virgin, are you?”

“Jungkook, no…” you sigh, rubbing your temples in frustration. “I’m just not like you, okay? I don’t like sex as much as you and everybody else on this fucking campus does!”

He hesitates for a moment as he processes your sudden outburst. The first time you’ve ever seen him rendered speechless. You can picture the cogs turning in that thick skull of his.

He inhales sharply, eyebrows raising up to his hairline as if something clicked. His tongue pokes at the inside of his cheek, cute dimple peeping out from the pull. His head drops as he huffs out a laugh.

“What’s so funny, Jeon?”

“Ah, I see now.”

“See what?” You groan, bothered by his vagueness.

“Here's what I think, Bambi,” he mumbles in a low tone, sitting up from his spot on the floor so his gaze is aligned with yours. His palms are on either of your crossed legs, fingers curling into your white blanket. Forcing you to make eye contact with him- his pupils are black, nothing like the soft brown you’re accustomed to. “You’re so uptight because you haven’t had sex in a while- good sex, at least.”

Your breath catches in your throat. You say nothing.

“The guys you fuck don’t know how to treat you, am I right? They can’t make you cum?”

Crickets.

Your lack of response tells him the answer.

When you do speak, your words come out shaky. “Well, what makes you any different?”

He shuffles closer, knocking his forehead right against yours, invading your space. He’s so close that you feel claustrophobic. Your heart pounds in your chest.

“I always make the girl cum.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” he hums through curled lips as he nods, silver hoops swaying at the motion, nose brushing against yours. “More than once.”

His dilated pupils scan over your body, pausing at your chest for a moment, and then continuing their descent. A hand slides up your bare thigh, the warm touch leaving goosebumps in its wake. He grabs the hem of your shorts between his index and middle fingers, tugging gently. “These are cute.” He licks his lips, making them pink and glossy, like he’s ready to eat you. “I’d like them better somewhere else though.”

“Jungkook…”

And then he's kissing you.

It’s soft, like he’s afraid to scare you away by putting too much pressure into it. Little does he know you’ve been thinking about this for a while.

All your protesting and fighting up until this point was futile. Your hands unconsciously make their way to his cheeks. You swear you feel him smirking. It’s like he can read your mind, knowing exactly how bad you’ve wanted this.

He prods his tongue against your bottom lip, urging you to let him in. You do. He wraps an arm around your waist and guides you down, hovering over you.

“You taste like candy,” he whispers against your lips, hot and needy. Take that, Mina. A sneaky hand cups you through your shorts, right where he knows your clit is. The thin material does nothing to conceal how wet you are. “Do you taste like candy here too? Can I try?”

You’re anxious, but you can’t stop. Not when he’s so enticing. Not when the rumors of his sexual prowess are swimming around in your mind. Jungkook could ask anything of you and you’d gladly obey. You give him a small nod.

“Don’t be nervous,” he teases through an airy laugh, breath fanning across your face. It smells like chocolate and syrup. He turns his head and presses a gentle kiss on your fingertips. You swoon.

Hooking his thumbs into the sides of your shorts, he pulls them below your butt. He dips his head down, biting into the side of your thigh. A predator sinking its teeth into its prey. Not hard enough to hurt. It’s just enough to rip a whine from you. “Fuck,” he grumbles, pulling your shorts completely off. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this.”

He’s been wanting this, too?

“Let’s leave these on though,” he sighs, speaking in reference to your socks. It was something you knew he found sexy, overhearing a graphic conversation with Taehyung about kinks and other filthy things. That may or may not have been the motivation behind your purchase.

You cringe. Being naked in front of someone for the first time in a long time was nerve-wracking.

“No panties?” Jungkook asks, looking at you quizzically. “Dressed so skimpy, Bambi. All for me?”

“I didn’t know you were gonna show up...”

“Oh shit, you’re right,” he chuckles, caressing your legs with his large thumbs. You appreciate the gesture.

Cool air brushes against your exposed core when he parts your thighs. His gaze locks onto your dripping center. You whine and cross your arms over your face. Maybe if you squeeze hard enough you’ll revert back into yourself and escape this dreadfully vulnerable feeling.

“I’m sorry, it’s just…” he starts, words dying out because his attention is elsewhere. Jungkook has seen a lot of pussy throughout his life, but yours has got to be the, “prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. So fucking wet.” He settles back onto his knees, hooking his limbs around your thighs and pulling you to the edge of the bed.

Jungkook watches in awe as he spreads your lips open with his thumb and index fingers, stealing a peek at your shiny center. He takes a long, languid lick from your pussy to your clit. He moans when the wet muscle dips between your folds, eyes scrunching as his feature contorts into a scowl. You recognize that face. That angry face he makes when he tastes something he finds incredibly yummy. It’s the same one he made when he ate his pancakes.

Have you really studied him so much that you’ve picked up on his subtle habits? Nevertheless, the fact that he actually seemed to be enjoying going down on you was jarring. You’ve never experienced this before. It felt so fucking good. You were already close and he has barely touched you. You let out a whimper.

“Mm, you’re so responsive,” he notes, absolutely loving the little sounds you’re peeping. Much different than the blaring moans and screams he is used to. Despite the ego boost they give him, your shy whimpers are a welcomed change. Each one makes his cock twitch, forcing him to bring a hand down, palming himself through his sweats. “When’s the last time someone ate you out?”

“Never…”

“I don’t see why not,” he coos sympathetically, shaking his head in disapproval. He gives you another lick, tongue pressed flat against you. “You taste like lemonade, so sweet.”

That had you absolutely drenched.

You move up onto your elbows, watching as he throws your legs over his broad shoulders. He licks the pad of his thumb, this time actually sinful. He presses it right to your bud, rubbing it before pulling the sensitive skin taut, lifting the hood and exposing your clit.

He tuts his tongue, whispering something so quietly you barely catch it, only making out a breathy iteration of the word ‘tiny’. Heavy eyes flicker up to yours as he places two soft pecks on it, then blows delicately.

“Jungkook, please…”

“Sorry,” he chuckles, “I won’t tease-,” sentiment interrupted with an open-mouthed kiss, “I know how bad you must want it.”

He circles the tip of his tongue on your clit before suctioning his lips around it. You gnaw onto your lower lip, face twisting up in pleasure.

This is easily a far better form of self care than what you had planned.

It’s obvious that this is something Jungkook does a lot. He is a photography major, and has never struck you as someone who is incredibly bright, but the way he touched is strategic. He has spent the better part of the past decade perfecting his craft, studying the way women move their bodies when he applies a certain amount of pressure. The beautiful noises they make when he stimulates them in certain spots. He has the exact equation to make you fall apart.

There is a pattern to it. He latches onto your swollen nub, cheeks hollowing with a few harsh sucks, before licking over it, letting his tongue dip into your entrance. You can’t help the subtle thrusts into his mouth with every glide of his tongue. The consistency had your stomach doing somersaults.

He sinks further down, lapping at your folds, never straying too far from your clit, burying himself so deep into your pussy that the tip of his nose nudges against it. A big palm slides up your torso, reaching under your tank top to grab at your chest, thumb flicking over your hardened nipple.

“Jung- fuck!” You croak, high-pitched and desperate. “I’m close.”

You expect him to pull away. He, instead, acknowledges you with an ‘mhm’, nuzzling even further into your cunt.

You can’t help the instinctual, or more so learned, shame bubbling in your stomach. Your hips jerk away. Legs close tight around his head, attempting to save him from the brunt of your orgasm. He simply pries them back open, nails digging into your inner thigh. You grasp onto his hair, tugging it back as you curse under your breath.

He doesn’t like that.

He pops off of your clit with a sharp, annoyed growl. “Can you stop?” The stern edge in his voice makes you flinch, releasing your grip immediately. “You don’t have to control every situation. Just relax.”

“I’m sorry,” you squeak.

His gaze softens immediately. He didn’t want you to apologize and he definitely didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. “You can touch me, Bambi,” he grabs hands and places them back on his head, encouraging them to tangle in his tresses once again. “Keep me here, though. Wanna make you cum in my mouth.”

It’s strange, being pampered during sex. Taken care of.

You peer down at him. His mouth and cheeks are dewy, covered in your arousal. Even the tip of his nose is wet. He’s not uncomfortable in the slightest.

You push him down, giving him the green light to continue. The descent is quick. Starting in your stomach before it shoots through the rest of your body. You throw your head back, teeth digging into your lip as you desperately try to stifle the lewd moans threatening to escape.

Jungkook guides you through it, slowing down towards the tail end of your orgasm. He pulls away with a satisfied hum, standing up from his spot on the floor. “Taste?” He asks, squishing your cheeks with his big hand. His tongue licks right against yours when you stick it out, lips closing into a sloppy kiss. “Good, right?”

You don’t really taste anything, but you nod anyway. Maybe a slight hint of citrus. Or maybe you were delirious after the best orgasm of your life. The only partnered orgasm of your life.

His eyes are scrunched, but you can still see the stars in his dark pupils as he smiles down at you. You mirror him with the opposite expression, irises wide and blown out. He giggles, nuzzling into the side of your face and then nipping at your cheek. “You’re like a space girl,” your heart melts at the Sailor Moon reference. “So clueless. I wanna do everything to you. Teach you everything.”

“Like what?”

“Have you ever squirted before?”

You freeze. “No… I don’t think everyone can.”

“That’s not true. Everyone can squirt with a good partner and the right mindset,” he proclaims enthusiastically, shooting you a thumbs up. The tent in his pants on full display.

“Right mindset?” You giggle, raising a brow at him.

“Yeah, it’s pretty intense.” He grabs a half-empty water bottle, your water bottle, off the nightstand, taking a big sip. “I can get you there,” he states, a droplet of water dripping down his chin. “You have to listen to me, though. You can continue your ‘girlboss’ bullshit after I’m done with you.”

You roll your eyes. If any other man said that to you, you would be livid. You would literally rain hellfire upon them. But it’s Jungkook. You know he’s joking, and the soft spot you have for him prevents you from ripping him a new one.

He smiles when you agree, pecking your cheek before unzipping his hoodie and shrugging it off his shoulders. You watch his muscles work. Toned, firm biceps exposed for your viewing pleasures. He recently recolored the tattoos on his right arm.

You remember him venting about his parents’ disapproval of them, and his major, when he walked you to your dorm after a party a few weeks ago. It was the only time you’ve ever seen the fun-loving, jovial man feel melancholic. You coin that night the night you developed... whatever it was that you have for him now.

“Alright,” he gestures to the cotton sweater, now spread out on your bed. “Lay here.”

“Why?”

“I mean…” he looks at you like you’re stupid. “You don’t want to get this wet, right?” He counters, pinching your blanket.

Cockiness just oozes out of him. It makes wetness ooze out of you.

You comply, laying down on the soft material. It’s warm and smells like the delicate linen cologne he normally wears. You bask in the scent.

“I usually use lube for this, but…” he clicks his tongue, knowing you don’t have any. “We can make it work.” Leaning down, he lets a string of spit land on your clit. It tickles as it trickles down your folds. He’s quick to collect it with his fingertips, smearing the moisture all over.

“Take your top off, please. I wanna see those pretty tits.”

It’s barely a top. The jagged, raw hem only conceals half of your perked nipples. How ironic is it that you’re wearing an angel print tank while being absolutely defiled. You sit up, taking it off easily and tossing it on the floor before laying back down.

“It’s not going to hurt, is it?” You wonder, reflecting on his earlier statements.

“Why, you nervous?” He teases with a lopsided grin. It drops when he sees the apprehensive look on your face. “It shouldn’t hurt, but if it does you’ll tell me, right?”

“Right,” you moan, another drop of saliva hitting your pussy.

“Hold your legs up, keep them open,” he orders, sucking back the extra spit with a hiss.

Pink nails curl under your thighs, bringing them up to your chest just as Jungkook instructed. He pops his middle and ring fingers into his mouth, bringing them down to tease at your entrance before slipping in, palm facing up.

There’s an adjustment period, his fingers being much bigger than your own. You’re so aroused that the tenderness subsides quickly. “Fuck,” you yelp when he starts gently petting at your g-spot.

He doesn’t jam his fingers into you carelessly, an unpleasant sensation you’ve been subjected to in the past. His digits never leave you. Instead, they move in a sensual curl that makes you purr. Every touch is focused, intricately placed on that delicious spot.

“Pussy so wet,” his voice comes out as strained as his pants. He sounds so turned on and filled with lust. It makes you clamp around his fingers. He lets out the tiniest moan, using his free hand to grab yours, sucking three fingers into his mouth. “Touch your clit for me.”

You bring your hand down, rubbing side to side. “Uh-uh, circles.”

Immediately, you follow his command. You look so delicious he can’t help himself, bending at the waist to latch onto one of your nipples.

“Please, Jungkook, more…”

“Yeah?” He mumbles against your chest, sending vibrations through the sensitive skin. You nod frantically. “I usually don’t give in this easily, but I think you deserve it. Been such a good girl. You can have more, Bambi.” You know it’s just sex talk. A stream of consciousness fueled by his horniness. All the blood leaving his head to fill his cock, making him more dumb than usual, but you can’t help but feel special.

“It’s going to build up fast, okay?”

You mumble a small ‘mhm’. How bad can it really be?

Jungkook starts moving his hand rapidly, fingers thrashing up and down. There's so much force behind his movements that your hips lift and dip.

You’re overwhelmed. Constant, vigorous stimulation right to your g-spot. A strange swelling feeling starts pooling in your lower stomach. High-pitched whimpery moans and wet squelching noises fill the room.

“J- daddy, fuck!” It is so intense you can’t form a coherent sentence. There’s faint laughter in the background. “No, no, no…” you plead, wrapping your hand around his wrist, nails digging into his skin. It’s too good. So good that it made you scared.

His movements halt. “Am I hurting you?”

“No, too much… fuck!” You shout when he continues at the same intensity, your body thrashing wildly. You feel out of control.

“Shh,” he whispers softly. “You can take it. Just let it happen.”

You inhale sharply, doing your best to calm down. It’s difficult when he keeps touching you like that. Your fingers curl into his sweater, bracing yourself. As soon as you stop fighting that full feeling, as soon as you loosen the tense muscles, it’s going to hit you.

You relax and a wave of the most intense pleasure you’ve ever felt ripples over you.

There’s an intense, world-shattering, euphoric release.

And then nothing.

Your head is empty. Your ears ring. Your vision is distorted by white splotches.

Complete solace.

Your senses come back after a few minutes of heavy breathing. It’s fuzzy, but you can see the ceiling fan swirling above you.

There’s a metallic taste on your tongue.

You can feel droplets trickling down your inner thighs, a damp puddle under your butt, and a warm set of lips on your temple.

“Welcome back to planet Earth,” Jungkook jokes, pushing away the wispy flyaways that stick to your forehead. You blink absently as you slowly make out his features. You swear there’s a glowing aura around him. “You good?”

“So good,” you confirm halfheartedly. “You’re so good.”

“You came so much,” he hums in satisfaction, placing a few pecks against your jaw. Jungkook was actually surprised at how much wetness he coaxed out of you. You just kept on cumming. The prettiest waterfall he’s ever seen. Damp fingers brush up and down your bicep, a comforting gesture. “You called me daddy.”

“Shut up,” you groan, covering your face. “Don’t talk about it.”

“I won’t, it was fucking gross,” he laughs, smiling down at you so genuinely that it reaches his eyes. This was just a hookup, you assume, but he’s just so pretty. You can’t stop yourself from pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. He reciprocates. It feels so intimate. Too intimate for a pair of friends. You’re so tired but you want more. Everything.

“Take this off, please,” you ball the white fabric of his shirt into your tiny fists, mimicking his words from earlier. “Let me see those pretty tits.”

He quirks a brow at you, standing up straight and pulling his shirt off by the collar. It’s discarded onto the floor, with all the other useless, bothersome items.

His tits are pretty. Chest flushed red from exertion, nipples pink and tiny. His body is fit, but not overly muscular. Lean and toned. Just what you like.

You snake your legs around his cinched waist, constricting his pelvis flush against yours.

“Is it my turn now?” He says, loving your sudden burst of confidence. His jaw goes slack when you start grinding on his clothed cock. There’s a slick spot where your bodies meet, heather gray turning dark as the fabric dampens. Jungkook lets you play with him for a bit, rutting against you until he physically cannot stand it anymore. “I’ve never wanted to fuck someone so bad.”

“Then do it,” you whimper, growing impatient. He sighs, hand coming down to fiddle with the sweater underneath you. You crane your neck, watching curiously as he pulls a square packet out of the pocket.

There’s a sharp pain in your chest when you see it. “Did you plan on us hooking up?”

“Maybe,” he contends playfully. All the amusement in his face disappears when he flicks his bangs back and sees yours. Hurt and disappointed. “I always keep condoms on me, you know that,” he explains, voice soft and wary.

It makes sense. He was sexually active. Very much so.

That scares you. You could possibly be just another girl he’s sexually active with. A last ditch effort to get laid because the first option bailed. The puzzle pieces start coming together.

You look him in the eyes. His pupils are brown again. They look pleading, concerned for your wellbeing. Afraid they’ve tarnished something so delicate. You can’t tell if it’s just your delusions, post-orgasm bliss. All you know is you never want him to stop looking at you the way he is right now.

“Can I put it on?” You ask, pointing at the condom in his hand, desperate to break the tension.

“I- sure,” he retorts, exhaling deeply like he was holding his breath, relieved. He gives it to you, using his other hand to pull his pants by the waistband, stopping mid-thigh. Too rushed and eager to take them off completely.

He didn’t have underwear on either.

You squint, trying to read the white font on the packet. Large.

You glance up, eyes bulging out of your skull when they land on his cock. It’s big. So aroused that it points straight up, resting on his abdomen. The tip is bright pink, standing out against the background of his smooth milky pelvis. It’s shiny with precum, a little bead sitting right at the slight. Your gaze trails up the veiny underside, following the acute upward curve. You gulp.

“You good?”

“Yeah,” you say, jittery hands tearing open the foil packet. You cautiously wrap your hand around the shaft. It’s so firm. Rock solid and touch starved. It jumps in your palm as you slip the sticky rubber down, making sure to stroke him along the way. “Big, thas’ all.”

He nods, the corner of his lips pulling up in a smirk. He can tell your words are equally as worried as they are complimentative, though. “I’ll be gentle,” he promises, holding on to your ankle to lift your leg, kissing it through your white sock. Gaze locked on you, making sure you’re watching and that you know he can be soft with you.

He bends both of your knees up to your chest, tapping your outer thigh, indicating he wants you to hold them again. Tattooed knuckles wrap around the base of his cock, laying it flat against your pelvis. “Fuck,” he mutters under his breath when he sees the tip reaches just below your belly button, knowing exactly what to envision when he’s inside you. His cock so deep it’s in your stomach.

He smacks the shaft between your folds. Filthy, wet slapping noises overpower your coos and purrs. The tip tickles your entrance, rubbing up and down your folds, before he brings it to your abused clit again, flicking it up and down like a light switch. Watching your face intently to gauge your reaction, looking for any prick of discomfort.

“Put it in,” you frown, growing impatient.

“So needy,” Jungkook teases, gripping his cock right under the crown and pushing in. Only the tip. He uses his fingers as a buffer, trying not to give too much too fast. Pulling back agonizingly slow and then diving back in, giving you a little bit more length this time. It was only an inch or so, but the stretch burned. You catch your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to hold back the tears that are threatening to spill.

He repeats this process, working you open little by little until he’s buried to the hilt. He lets out a pained grunt, overwhelmed by the way your warm wet walls just suffocate him. “Fuck, tightest pussy ever.”

You clench your eyes shut, trying to ease the feeling of getting impaled. Jungkook is so big. The veins that run along his shaft, the thickness, the curve. He leans down and pecks your nose sweetly. His thumb, rubbing tight circles against your clit, provides a decent distraction. You focus on the pleasure instead of the pain.

“Feel okay, Bambi?” He coos, feeling you relax under him. “Can I move?”

With furrowed brows, he pulls out a few inches before thrusting back in slowly. Heavy eyes glued on the way your lips petal around him when he gives you more. The way they resist when takes his cock away. “Good girl,” he praises, voice raspy as he tries his best to maintain a slow, shallow pace. “You take it so well.”

Any pang of discomfort is gone. He prepped you so well that there’s no friction, just seamless glides in and out of your leaking cunt. The upturned tip of his cock tickles that sweet spot in you. You moan, digging your almond-shaped nails into your thighs, arching your back for more.

Jungkook sees your body language. He knows what to do in this situation. One of the most useful sex tips he’s ever learned. He leans forward, pressing his chest against yours, swollen lips latching onto your neck. They suck a sore spot that his tongue quickly soothes over. “Hold on to me,” he commands, wet pout smushed to your skin.

You let go of your thighs, leaving little crescent indents on the surface, and throw your arms around his shoulders. Hooking your knees into the bend of his elbows, Jungkook hoists you up effortlessly, supporting your weight with his large palms on your ass. The change in position spreads you even further, slides him in even deeper.

“Mmm, f-,” you moan, words cut short when he starts bouncing you up and down on his cock.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“Mmm, I knew it,” he chuckles sadistically, right into your ear. “I knew you were just waiting to be ruined. So fucking high-strung and- fuck!” He can feel your arousal dripping down to his balls. “Controlling.”

Arguing is pointless. You swear he's in your head, the tip of his cock scrambling your brain around so that you can’t even think straight. All you can think about is him.

You cling to him, resting your cheek against his shoulder as he lifts you in the air. Letting him have his way with you. You’re never felt more alive.

‘Orgasms are the pinnacle of the human experience,’ you recall Jungkook telling you one day at the library. At the time, you rolled your eyes. Now, you know exactly what he meant.

“You just needed some dick, huh? My dick?” You nod, drooling against his skin. “Doesn’t it feel good to let go?” All you can get out is a little moan.

A glint flickers in the corner of your eye. Mina’s mirror. It’s leaning against the wall right in front of you. You can see the expanse of his back. The taut skin on his shoulder blades. Biceps bulging as he moves you. His pants slid down to his knees, so you can see his cute butt dimpling when he thrusts up. Muscles working to make you cum.

“Okay,” he huffs, more to himself than you. Your pussy was so good that it derailed his original plan. Jungkook tosses you up a little, getting a more secure hold as he wraps an arm around your waist. The motion makes his cock slip out, the loss of contact makes you whine.

His free hand tosses his soiled hoodie out of the way. You cringe, making a mental note to mop tomorrow morning.

He places one of your fancy, cooling-gel pillows on the edge of the bed, laying you down on top of it. Your hips are elevated, tilted upwards. Giving him a clear view of your glowy core. He catches a glimpse of the only place he hasn’t destroyed.

“What about this?” He coos, pressing the pad of his thumb right against your clenching hole.

You squeak, shaking your head. Baby steps.

“Alright,” he chuckles, hand retreating promptly. “Maybe next time.”

He wants to do this again. Your heart flutters.

You watch as he guides himself back in, stuffing you to the brim in one swift motion. Much less cautious than earlier. His cock hits your g-spot perfectly. The pillow and his curve doing wonders. Your eyes roll back as your head hits the bed. “Like that, right?” He laughs, snapping into you.

“Yeah, Jungkook,” you moan out, gripping your ankles and bringing them up by your head, just how he likes. “Don’t stop.”

He could’ve busted right then and there.

“Fuck, keep saying my name,” he groans, eyes glancing up to your perky tits, jiggling freely with every snap of his hips. His pupils sneak down further, watching his cock plow into your tight, wet cunt, leaving it dewy and red.

You call his name like a metronome, ‘Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook’. Voice airy, following the rhythm of his hips. It makes him move harder and faster, feeling that familiar pooling at the base of his shaft.

Just like everything about him, his strokes are fluid. His hips aren’t locked and stiff. They move in a dip and roll that makes your toes curl. His pelvis mushes against your clit when he thrusts all the way in, balls smacking against the curve of your ass. It feels delicious. Your third orgasm of the night is approaching fast.

“You cumming, Bambi?” He hums, already recognizing the way your thick brows pull together when you're close. The way your hips rut a little, naturally guiding you to your orgasm.

“Mhm, make me cum Jungkook,” you mewl.

He hovers over you, placing his hands on top of yours, bending your legs back farther. Taking long, violent plunges into you. So close to a piledriver. He’s basically fucking you into the mattress, bed frame cracking against the wall beside it. One of your vine garlands falls down, but you’re so close you can’t even bring yourself to care.

Your climaxes blend together. You first, clenching and unclenching around his length. Moans coming out sporadic and your shoulders off the bed. Legs trembling in his hands.

His orgasm is stunning.

“Ah- fuck. I’m cumming,” he croaks through snarled teeth, head dropping to watch where you connect. Something he does often, you notice. He doesn’t stop, even after he spills into the condom, fucking you until he’s completely drained. You whimper, sensitive from the overstimulation.

“Damn,” Jungkook huffs out a laugh, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. You fist the wavy strands at the back of his head, a little damp.

“Thank you,” you speak shyly.

“I know you’re new to this,” he lifts up and looks at you quizzically, amusement tickling his features, “But that’s kinda a weird thing to say after someone fucks you.”

You laugh with him, eyes darting over his face. He has a small scar on his cheek, something you’ve never noticed before.

“No, I just mean-” you cringe when he pulls out of you, feeling empty. “You’re the only guy who’s ever… I don’t know. You’re just different.”

He smiles with twinkling eyes, tying a knot at the end of the condom and tossing it into the pink trash can beside your nightstand. “You’re different, too,” he mirrors, plopping down onto the bed next to you. “Special.”

Special.

You sigh into his lips when he gives you a soft peck, thumb brushing against the newfound mark of his face. “I’m sorry that I made you do all the work.”

“Nah, don’t worry. Making you feel good makes me feel good.” His words are sweet but there’s a naughty glint in his eyes. “Besides, you can think of this as a practice round.”

“Practice round?”

He hums in conformation, tapping your ass lightly, making it ripple against his hand. “Alright, go take a leak before you get a UTI.” He laughs when you push his shoulder. The same old blunt, shameless Jungkook.

He stops you before you disappear into the bathroom. “I hope this won’t make things awkward between us. Like, we’re still friends, right?”

Friends.

It takes all of your strength to give him a nod. You ponder over his words as you clean up in the bathroom. Why did you feel so... conflicted? You’re so happy, but you’re also kinda sad. It’s like your mood solely depends on Jungkook. His words have the power to pull you in whatever direction he pleases. You stare at yourself in the mirror.

All these emotions must mean you have a crush on him.

You sigh, flicking off the light and then heading back into your room.

Jungkook is hunkered down in your sea of pillows, soft snores leaving his parted lips. Chest rising and falling steadily. Hair messy, fanned around him.

He looks so beautiful and peaceful.

You tilt your head at the sight. He always told you that he never spends the night after a hookup.

The blanket is only covering his pelvis, strong legs poking out from underneath. His sweats are still on his ankles. You giggle, attempting to slide them off without waking him.

“Bambi,” he mutters sleepily, opening his big arms. “C’mere.”

You feel your cheeks heat up. You shuffle into bed, throwing the covers over both of your bare bodies.

He wraps his arms around you, pecking your forehead before drifting back into slumber.

Fuck.

What have you gotten yourself into?

#I feel like all of bts fanfic tumblr is invested in this story #and for good reason #it's one of the best i've ever read #since the finale finally dropped I think I'm going to read the whole series again!#10/10 #jjk

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Gradation | JJK

Gradation (Series)

gra·da·tion | \ grā-ˈdā-shən , grə- \

Definition: 1a: a series forming successive stages 1b: a step or place in an ordered scale 2: an advance by regular degrees 3: a gradual passing from one tint or shade to another

–Source: Merriam-Webster

Pairing: JJK x reader

Genre: AU; mature content (21+); Best friend!JJK; best friends to lovers; fluff; angst; slow burn; FWB

Word count: 101,772 words

Status: Completed ✅

Warnings: *additional warnings included in individual chapters as well* marriage; long-term relationships; established friendships; engagement; OC is left at the altar; lots of fluff; excessive angst; excessive cussing; thirsty thots; smut; oral (mutual); protected sex; unprotected sex; feelings of sadness and depression; anxiety; lots of crying; some alcohol consumption; psychotherapy; some light physical threats but nothing actually happens; FWB

Summary: On your wedding day, your fiancé leaves you at the altar. While reeling from the embarrassment and heartbreak, your best friend, Jungkook, wants to do everything that he can to help you heal.

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➼Cross-posted on AO3

Taglist:

@deepseavibez @bts-fic-recs-mess @mwitsmejk @jamlessstars @xhazmania @xiaoren001 @dianaxnyc @galaxyh0re

#such a beautiful story #chapter 8 had me in tears #jjk

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Little do You Know | OT7 | Series Masterlist

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Pairing: Bangtan (ot7) x f!reader

Summary: In a world where idols and actors can’t date, whether it be because of contracts, lack of time, or the dangers that involve having your personal life leaked, the market opened up for a new work field. Playmate Agencies emerged to supply the entertainment world with highly trained companions for hire. Bangtan is looking for new playmates. And you just happen to be the one all of them choose.

Genre: Fluff, angst, smut, playmate au, idol au.

Warnings: Not a Poly!BTS au but there will be future member x reader x member scenes (threesomes/foursomes/so on). Lots of porn with lots of plot. I know it goes without saying, but I’m gonna say it anyway! This story follows Bangtan schedules from 2021/22 (covid is not a thing), but this is obviously a work of fiction, so I’m not claiming that this is how certain events went down in real life, or that some attitudes would be the ones of real life people! Other idols/actors will be mentioned in this story. This is not a SMAU, but there will be social media posts (texts/news articles/magazine covers/ twitter posts etc) throughout the fic; all of the edits were made by me, with the exception of some manip and photo montages (couple/ “ships”), so if any of those belong to you, please let me know and I will credit you, or remove the picture.

Taglist: Open!

Updates: Every monday, wednesday, friday, and saturday.

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Season 2 coming soon!

SEASON TWO ANNOUNCEMENT

Drabbles:

- Meeting Yeontan for the first time.

- Jungkook’s pov on kissing ot7.

- The boys find out you were mobbed at the airport.

- The boy’s reaction to Jin’s engagement ring.

- Yoongi takes Minsuk home.

💜

#i don't know how the writer is able to release so much content on such a high level #wow... just wow #poly #ot7

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hotter than hell | jjk. (m)

banner by miss solaris @jamaisjoons <3

➵ summary : jungkook, lucifer and king of hell, has been cast out of the crimson underworld for a reason he’s unsure of. embarking on his journey for the answer should’ve been easy, if it weren’t for you, the human that nurses his wounded body in her home, and accidentally witnesses the truth of his identity. kickstarting a hellish adventure with the devil himself, you discover lucifer is the most infuriating company ever; and jungkook finds out that maybe his answer to returning home lies within his annoying human confidant.

↳ part of the namkook moonrise masquerade collaboration hosted by @jamaisjoons

➵ pairing : fallen lucifer!jungkook x human!reader

➵ genre : supernatural/fantasy!au, romance, e2l, road trip, angst, fluff, eventual smut, three-shot

➵ rating : 18+

➵ word count : 27k

➵ warnings : swearing, angst, alcohol consumption, semi-biblically-accurate depictions of angels and demons, supernatural themes, mentions and depictions of sin, s e x u a l t e n s i o n, neck-kissing, straddling

➵ a/n : WHY HELLO EVERYONE here’s the demon lucifer jk as promised!! i stayed up an entire night just to create the plot, i hope it delivers!! it’s literally one of the my favourite ideas ever hehe. this is the first part of a three-shot :) please excuse any mistakes or error since I didn’t have a beta and will probably get someone to do so later 🤧 PLEASE IMAGINE MOTS ON:E DAY 1 MY TIME JUNGKOOK FOR THIS Y’ALL, enjoy!! <3

➵ playlist : asshole by hooligan chase

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‘Why is she looking at my man?’

‘I need to get blackout drunk.’

‘Damn, that girl is fucking hot.’

‘I’ll steal it when he isn’t looking.’

Jungkook’s head rings with an innumerable amount of others’ thoughts, and he can’t seem to silence the blaring volume of them at all.

#such a rollercoaster ride #but so so good #jjk

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concrete king. (m) jjk

part two here.

pairing. skaterboy!jk x reader genre. fluff, smut, himbo energy word count. 16.7k ….don’t look at me warnings. sweet summer romance, blonde!jk, brief depictions of drugs (marijuana usage), alcohol, lots of making out, messy car sex, fingering, spit kink !! (duh), light tit play, playful dirty talk, protected sex, overall cute, jungkook is a big fking dork and a softie! summary. when a cute boy in a tacky hawaiian shirt lands a trick in your honor theres no way you could ever say no to him note. thank you to @cutechim @jungkxook for indulging my thirsty rambles as well as @coepiteamare for beta reading this for me like an absolute angel ❣️ ily babes !! ps. @jjkxla come get ur mans ! (i also made a bby playlist for the fic here !)

leave some feedback, send a message, tell me u love me pls u know the drill <3

The California sun beats high from it’s spot in the sky, zero clouds coming between the harsh rays that bounce off the concrete and warm up Jungkook’s body in an almost uncomfortable way. He can feel the sweat accumulating on the back of his neck, leaving the blonde strands damp with moisture, ends curling up as he ruffles his hands through them.

#I'm in love with this setup #sweet summer love with blonde skater jk?!#it's everything I didn't know I needed #10/10 #jjk

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forever heart; m | jjk

(i spent two hours editing a cute banner for this but because i want everything to be kinda consistent i opted for the previous one instead. i love wasting my time🤠)

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 36k

genre: smut, angst, exes!au, influencer/model!oc, tatoo artist!jungkook, first love, ex high-school lovers

rating: 18+

warnings: five smut scenes besties i'm sorry, public sex, car sex, gym sex, drunk sex, some fun in the lake ;), talks about a facial, names calling, edging, tummy bulging, tattooed and pierced jk, longhaired!jk, kisses everywhere<3, hickeys, big dick jk for obvious reasons, teasing, making a gym machine dirty 🤐 pls don't be as nasty as them, sad flashbacks :(, mentions of doing naughty things in the cinema 🤐, mirror kink, spit kink, hair pulling, dirty talk, squirting, cursing, panty sniffing, drug/alcohol use, jealous gukkie, nipple play, clit play, multiple orgasms, handjob, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, jk has a thing for covering oc's body with his cum, spanking, choking, oc's parents hate jk :(, small-town rumours, uhh tae catches them doing the naughty two times?, saying mean things to each other cause they're stupid🙄, high-school jk and oc being completely oblivious to each others feelings, my baby chanyeol from exo takes a role in here <3 wow okie imma stop now

summary: after leaving jungkook you thought you'd never see him again, but here you are, visiting hometown after three years, and back in his arms.

a/n: listened to 'tis the damn season by taylor swift and then this happened whoops. this is basically just 70% smut and 30% angst, hope u enjoy hehe

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,,Pick out something slutty."

You drop the summer dress that dangled between your fingers and sit back on your heels.

,,What? But I didn't bring clothes like that."

You grab the phone from between your head and shoulder and put it beside you on the floor, turning on the volume to clearly hear the voice of your childhood best friend, Sooyoung.

,,You surely brought a short black dress, just wear that."

,,Hmm..." Your eyes roam over the clothes filled suitcase in front of you. ,,Actually, there isn't a single black item in here."

,,Nothing in your closet?"

,,Ew, no. Everything I wore back then is ugly."

Sooyoung chuckles. ,,Shut up, you were literally the most gorgeous girl ever. And still are."

You don't formulate a reply for that. Instead you focus on going through the clothes in your suitcase and figure out what to wear that could come close to her perception of something slutty.

,,I have this tight light pink dress. I think that's the most slutty thing that I've got here," you say after rummaging through the whole suitcase, the once perfectly folded pieces now scattered wildly in a mess around there.

,,Okay, sounds good! I'm gonna hang up now before I'll cause an accident. I'll be there in five!"

Your assumption that Sooyoung will take you out to go clubbing was wrong. Well, it's debatable if it's truly wrong. The huge house and big crowd of people screaming "Surprise!" comes close to looking like a party.

Honestly, you don't even know all of these people. You think Sooyoung has probably told them that there will be a big party and that everyone should definitely come, because they'll have the best time of their life. However, you're still amazed by her throwing a little welcome party for you. It's unexpected, but you don't hate it. It's cute. And you like attention. After everyone gathered back inside, someone turn on music and everyone starts drinking. It's just now that you realise that this Taehyung's place. You want to ask Taehyung if this is really the house of his parents but when you get closer to him he speaks before you can. ,,You look-" Taehyung pauses, eyeing your whole body and. ,,Fuck, you look gorgeous." A shy smile fills your cheeks at his longing stare. ,,Thanks." You get hot. Because Taehyung looks like a grown-up man, not like the teenage boy you've last seen him as. He looks handsome, even better than before. You didn't know that was possible. ,,Where are your parents?" you ask. ,,Out of town. They won't be here for the next two weeks. So if you want to throw some more parties you know where to ask," he grins. You giggle and shake your head. He didn't change a bit. ,,Y/n, Y/n, Y/n!!" someone yells. And then you see an excited Jimin running towards you. ,,How's my best friend doing?" He hugs you tightly, careful not to spill glass over you. ,,Oh, shut up. She's my best friend," Sooyoung complains. Jimin sends a glare her way but it looks cute because, well, he's Jimin. ,,Where's Jungkook? He said he was going to come," Sooyoung groans in annoyance. The smile on your face fades the second Jungkook's name bubbles past her lips. A cold shiver climbs up your spine. You had hoped that the sheer mention of your ex-boyfriend's name wouldn't have this much affect on you, but here you go, having a tensed body by just hearing his name. It's no secret that you've missed him, but you don't want everyone to know. It's been three years and after all, you are the one who left him. ,,He said he'll be a few minutes too late. Something came up," Taehyung answers. ,,I'll rip that stupid piercing out of his face if he's gonna ditch tonight," she says. The mention of a piercing catches your interest. But you stay nonchalant. Ignore all the prickles of fire on your arms every image of Jungkook with a piercing somewhere on his body causes. It's a hot thought to think about, you realise. ,,You don't have anything to drink yet?" Jimin asks you, looking at your empty hands. He takes your hand, dragging you with him to the kitchen. ,,I can't accept this." Two cherry vodka sour down your throat and now one new one in your hand you both walk toward the group again. This time, there are three new people standing there. And one of them causes your throat to get tight and leaves your chest screaming for air because, oh jesus, how does someone incredibly handsome in every way possible get even more fine and stunning? There he is. The boy you've been longing to see for the past three years. Your eyes widen when you notice his piercing. A silver bar pierced right through the arch of his eyebrow. Two round bullets poking out from each side. Is the temperature in the room somehow increases or why are you getting so hot all of a sudden? His hair is long and dark and you would love how it feels to skim your fingers through his soft strands. Owing to Jungkook's striking beauty you didn't notice the girl standing next to him. If you remember correctly her name is Hanna, and if you remember even more correctly you know that you don't like her. And then spot Chanyeol as well and it's like he feels your stare because a second later he shouts your name. ,,Y/n!" When Jimin and you join all of them, all the attention is on you. And though you usually like attention, it's a little too much when someone that your heart still screams for has his eyes on you. ,,Welcome back. I missed seeing you!" Chanyeol greets you. A little smile tugs on your lips. ,,It's great seeing you too, Chan." You

don't have the chance to steal a glance at Jungkook again before he walks off without a word, his long legs leading him to the kitchen. Disappointment lingers heavy in your chest. You had hoped for a smile, maybe a greeting, fuck, just him acknowledging your existence, but no, he wasn't granting you any of that. He has goos reasons though, but your heart still aches. ~ A couple drinks later and you feel like you're going insane. It's driving you nuts how Jungkook complete ignores you. Avoiding every room that you're in, not even daring to come close to you. When you see him sneaking out of the door that leads to the garden you sigh sorrowfully. Does he actually hate you that much? He can't bare to be in the same room as you? Because you want to know the truth, and maybe because the alcohol buzzing through your veins are making you a little bolder, you stand up from the seat on the couch and follow Jungkook outside. Sooyoung who was next to you doesn't even question where you're up to. She knows. And when you're walking over the grass in your heels you have to swallow the lump in your throat to get rid of all the nervousness that crept into your body when Jungkook's eyes found you and never left to look somewhere else as you strode towards him. ,,Hi," you greet carefully. Your eyes lock with his when you look up at him and you nearly forget to breath. You're standing close to each other now and you're able to admire every detail of his beautiful being. ,,Hey." These glassy doe eyes. Dark brown orbs. Round and shiny. They always casted a spell over you, the magnificence of their beautiful sparkle never failing to captivate you. ,,I'm glad you came." You lean back against the fence, head turned to him and offering him a gentle smile. ,,Actually, I wasn't sure if you'd want me here, but Sooyoung insisted." ,,I'm glad she did. I...I was hoping to see you," you admit. Your heat feels like it will spring right out of your chest. It's peculiar to talk to Jungkook after so much time. ,,I don't know - I just assumed someone who left me without a warning doesn't want to see me again." You look down. Guilt overtaking you in an instant. ,,Look, I'm truly sorry for what I-" ,,No, don't," he intrudes. ,,It's fine, y/n. It's already been three years. I'm over it." Over it. Of course. ,,Are you sure? I kinda feel like you're still holding a grudge against me," you say, kinda laughing, but it's more the nervous kind of laughter. He didn't greet you, didn't talk to you, and then went outside all alone. You can't decide whether he did all of that because he despises you or because he thought he'd be doing it for your benefit. ,,I just thought you don't want me here, that's it, I'm not holding any grudges," Jungkook explains, briefly glancing at you before he looks straight ahead again and takes a swig of his drink. You nod. ,,Good. I'm happy to hear that." You take a sip of your drink too. You're not as drunk yet as you wish to be. ,,How's Los Angeles?" The questions catches you off guard for a second, but you are happy that he is trying to start a conversation with you. ,,Amazing. Lots of opportunities, lot of work, and lots of people to get to know." A genuine smile paints your lips when you answer. ,,Do you feel home there?" ,,Yeah," you reply with just a bit of hesitance. ,,I've been living there for three years now. Of course I feel home." Your smile cracks a little, but he won't notice anyway. ,,What have you been up to?" ,,Nothing much. My tattoo studio is keeping me busy." ,,You have a tattoo studio?" ,,Yeah, about...like two years now." ,,Wow," you say impressed. ,,I never imagined you wanting to do something like this." ,,Honestly me neither. Up until I wanted to get a tattoo and realised that the nearest tattoo studio is out of town." You giggle. And he automatically smiles at that. He missed this. ,,So it was just for your own benefit then?" ,,Pretty much, yeah." You both chuckle. ,,Your tattoos look really cool. Oh, and your piercing too." ,,Thank you," he

answers, perhaps a little sheepish. ,,You look so different," you say as you eye his tattooed arm, buff body, pierced face and long hair. ,,But in a good way." He'd say the same about you, but in his eyes you didn't change a bit. Still the same beautiful girl he fell in love with when he was young. ,,Thank you. You-" He pauses, pondering how to phrase his comment. ,,You look pretty. Like always." You look more than pretty, but Jungkook will leave it at that. Your face crimsons the tiniest bit, and you fight a big smile away. ,,That's nice of you." Jungkook and you easily fall into another conversation. It's still a bit awkward, but given the fact that this is the first conversation after three years you both are doing a pretty good job. You update each other on your life's, sharing weird and funny stories, laughing together. And for a slight moment you feel like no years have past, like you're back in high-school and having fun with Jungkook at lunch. ,,Are you and Hanna together?" You can see her through the big windows, laughing about something that Hoseok said. ,,We have something going on here and there, but nothing serious." ,,For you." ,,Hm?" ,,Nothing serious for you." You turn your head and look at him expectantly. He meets your gaze with an indefinable look. ,,Aw, come on, no need to pretend that you aren't aware of the way she looks at you." Jungkook heaves a little sigh, returning his glance back at the view in front of him. He doesn't reply anything to your conjecture. He knows that she feels that way. The regret evidently written on his face. Jungkook feels guilty about pretending to not know when he is cognizant of the situation that he put her in, guilty about the fact that he is using her. ,,It's complicated," he finally says. Silence hovers over you. ,,I think we need more booze." You take his empty glass and sashay your way back to the house in your heels. ~ Somehow Jungkook and you ended up lying on the grass and looking at the dark star filled sky while talking about the most random things. An empty bottle of Jack Daniels was haphazardly thrown next to Jungkook when you bothed had finished it. ,,The moon looks pretty tonight," you say. You turn your head to look at him but then realise that you're tired of craning up your neck to see him, so you get onto your side, propping yourself up with your elbow. ,,You do too," Jungkook says, meeting your gaze. His eyes drop down to your cleavage for the slightest second. You giggle. You've giggled a lot for the past thirty minutes, actually. ,,My eyes are hereee," you purr, softly gripping his chin to tilt his head, though he was already looking at your shining eyes. Jungkook smiles. And you smile back. Because he is everything to you. ,,I'm staying at my parents house." ,,Yeah, I assumed so." He chuckles. He thinks you're cute when you're drunk. ,,Just so you'd know where to find me," you explain. ,,You want to see me after this night?" He can't pretend like his heart doesn't skip a beat because he wasn't sure where you stand after the time you spent this night. ,,Of course, Jungkook. I like you. Why wouldn't I want to see you anymore?" He swallows. Jungkook doesn't know if he should hate or love how you said those words with so much ordinariness and ease. ,,Jungkook?" ,,Hm?" He tucks a piece of hair behind your ear. ,,I think I know how we could call it even." His hand stays on your cheek. ,,What do you mean?" ,,You know, I left you here and I was a total bitch to you, but...I know how I could make it better. How we could call it even between us." ,,And how'd we do that?" ,,You could call me babe for the week." You watch as the expression from his face twists from confusion to realisation. ,,Do you really mean that?" You roll your eyes, hand on his chest. ,,I wouldn't say that without meaning it." ,,So...you're saying that you could be mine for this entire week?" You nod, biting your bottom lip, because oh wow, hearing him say that you could be his sounds too damn good.

,,If

you want to?" You bat your eyelashes up at him. He closes his eyes. A groan escaping him. ,,Fuck." ,,What?" ,,Kiss me?" He doesn't need to ask twice. You're all over him. The first kiss after three years isn't that quite romantic or any sorts of that. It's wild and desperate and it perfectly portrays your feelings. Because for the past years there was just yearning and desperation clinging at your heart whenever Jungkook crossed your mind. Jungkook pulls you on top of him. You straddle his thigh. His hands roam over your ass, kneading your flesh before they wander up again. He feels you everywhere. You moan into the kiss when one finger flicks over your nipple. It hardens under your dress and you can't stop your hips from grinding over his thigh. ,,Room," he mumbles in between ferocious kisses. ,,We need a room." You're glad that at least his brain still seems to properly function, because if it wasn't for him, you'd literally let him dick you down in the middle of Taehyung's garden. You hum against his plush lips but don't move from you place. Both hands are settled on his cheeks and you want to kiss him forever. But then Jungkook scoops you up in his arms and carries you back into the house from the back door where no one can see you. He goes upstairs and pushes a door open. As soon as you're in he bumps you against the closed door and forces his lips back onto yours. Not breaking the kiss he slides you off of his body to be able to get rid of your dress, panties flying through the room the second after. He sighs at the sight of your bare tits. Your greedy hands fumble with his belt till he takes care of it and gets out of his pants and briefs. Jungkook scoops you up again. Legs around his waist and hands taking his t-shirt off his body you have to hold back a pleased sigh when you're met with his muscle-bound upper body. Jungkook was always a big guy. But apparently he spent all the days you were apart at the gym. And honestly, you aren't complaining. The sight is delicious and sexy and you can't deny your pussy dripping at that sight. His mouth his back on yours and you moan, hands running over his abs. He sticks his tongue out and you allow him to explore you, whining when his other hand tweaks your nipple. ,,How do you want to get fucked?" he asks while breathing heavy. His broad chest momentarily catching your attention. ,,Hm? How do you want me to fuck you, babe?" Jungkook skims his thumb over your cheek, his piercing shining in the dim light of the room. ,,Just like you always did," you reply, hand reaching down to wrap your hand around his plump cock. A soft groan erupts from him as you pump him. A conceited smile adorns his face. ,,You think I haven't changed since then?" ,,I'm glad that I'm gonna find out soon." He chuckles, tongue prodding his cheek. ,,Oh baby, I'm gonna ruin you." The dominance in his tone sends hot desire down your core. His hands falls down to your throat, tattooed fingers delicately wrapping around your neck. He doesn't put any pressure on you, but feeling his hand around you is already enough for you to know where this is going. You stop working your hand on his cock, the authority filled voice exciting you too much to let you concentrate on other things. ,,Do everything you want to do with me, Jungkook." Another smirk crosses his face when he remarks the desperation that lingers on every word that spills from you. ,,Yeah? You'll let me do whatever I have in mind? I can fuck you however I please?" You nod. ,,That's a good girl," he praises, leaning down and giving you a short kiss. ,,Your still my pretty slut from all these years ago, aren't you?" ,,Uh-huh." Your small fingers gather his precum on the cockhead and rub it in with small brushes with your digit. Jungkook thighs tremble at that, his smug demeanour faintly vanishing as he cherishes the light sweeps of your fingers. You gaze at his heavy-lidded eyes, full of desire and gleams of longing, and can't help but smile at the fact that he is still giving the same reactions as

back then. It seems like no years have passed by since then, your bodies acting naturally to every touch and word that you exchange. Not too much later Jungkook composes himself. His hand on your throat reaches up to your face and he holds your chin with his thumb. His deep stare prompts you to stop your teasing on his cock. ,,Say it," Jungkook urges. ,,Say that you are mine." Looks like Jungkook's possessive side is still alive. It is something that you found cute and hot in the beginning of your relationship, but it was also the reason for many arguments that led the both of you angry and hurt by each other. Your hand tangled in his hair tugs at the roots of his dark strands. You know he likes that, the small groan that immediately leaves his lips evidence enough. ,,I'm yours, Jungkook. All yours." You capture his pretty lips in a kiss to seal your words, to give them more credibility. Should it be scary how easily both of you fall back into old patterns? But there is no chance of denying that there would be any possibility to not let this happen. You are Jungkook's, and Jungkook is yours. It was always like that and there was yet an alternation to occur to make it change. And who knows when that will happen if it didn't already in the past years. ,,That's right, god yes, that's fucking right. You're all mine." Jungkook nudges your hand off of his cock, grasping it with his own hand. He skims his tip over your wet folds, gathering your juices. ,,So wet for me," he whispers. His cockhead prods your entrance. Your hands are around his neck. Holding your breath as he forces his dick into you, stretching your tight cunt wide open. The stretch that comes with his cock is so intense, you briefly have to screw your eyes shut. ,,So big," you mumble, fingers playing with his long hair. ,,You like getting your pussy fucked open, don't you?" ,,Yes." A whimper comes past your lips when Jungkook buries himself to the brim, kissing your cervix. ,,Oh my God." His cock is perfectly situated inside of you. You have to close your eyes for a second to calm down, because it just feels so good. He didn't start moving yet, and you already feel like you're about to come undone within seconds. You're right - when Jungkook drags his cock back out, brushing against your sweetest spot, and plunges his cock back in, you're in absolute heaven. You don't know how he does it, why it feels better than anything you've ever felt before, but you certainly know that it won't last long to cream on his cock. ,,Show me your tongue." You comply, stretching out your tongue while looking at him with big round eyes. With his hand around your throat he spits right into your mouth. You swallow and Jungkook feels the way your throat constructs, humming satisfied. His cock feels heavenly squished between your tight walls and sends waves of pleasure up your body. It casts a spell over your entirety, brings you to doubt if all of this is even reality or just your mind mischievously trying to trick you again and making you dream of Jungkook, like it already had hundredths of times before. But Jungkook hot mouth sucking on your nipple feels so genuine, it can't be a dream. The knot in the pit of your tummy burns more and more the deeper and faster Jungkook's thrusts get. It's crazy how fast your hanging off the cliff, barely having needed anything to get pushed off the edge. With Jungkook growling filth into your ear you cum around his cock. You grab his biceps and cling onto him, biting your lip so hard you think you're tasting blood afterwards. ,,Fuck, why are you clenching so much around me, babe?" ,,Because I just came," you whine, eyes screwed shut. A surprised, but cocky laughter erupts from him. ,,Someone really missed my cock, huh?" he sneers. ,,How could I not?" you say, stroking his ego even more, but it's the truth - how could you not have missed his cock? It's impossible. Jungkook slows down, giving you some moments to calm down. He kisses down your neck, biting and sucking on his way down to your tits.

While he is busy flicking his tongue over your bud you start grinding yourself against him. ,,Oh, shit," he mumbles, resting his head between the valley of your breasts. ,,These fucking hips, damn." Suddenly, there's a voice coming through the door. ,,Are you guys seriously fucking in my room?!" Jungkook and you immediately still. Shocked at getting caught. Your intoxicated brain shouts the first thing that's comes to your mind. ,,No?" Jungkook glares at you before he presses his hand over your mouth. ,,Couldn't keep it in your pants, Jeon?" Taehyung laments, voice unmistakably tinged with annoyance. Jungkook's jawline twitches. ,,Shut up, just because you can't get pussy doesn't mean you have to ruin my fun." Taehyung's provocative comment erases Jungkook's last bit of decency, no more caring about what Taehyung might hear from the thin barrier between you. He withdraws his hand from your face and ducks down to kiss you heatedly. You moan when his cock moves a bit inside you. Jungkook's heads down to your neck, pressing butterfly kiss on your skin. ,,Don't stain any of my things, got that?" A rather irritated grumble chimes from Jungkook, the urge to scream at Taehyung to finally fuck off becoming almost ineluctable. In contrary to Jungkook, you don't find Taehyung's little interruption disruptive, you find it rather amusing. A cheeky grin is plastered on your face when your inebriated mind decides to babble something that only crossed your thoughts from the influence of the alcohol. ,,You wanna join, Tae?" Your sweet voice uttering the question like you're offering him a drink, so innocent and guileless. You'd give everything to see Taehyung's face right now, his reaction to your playful offer galvanising the impulse to open the door and look into his handsome face. As soon as the words leave your plump lips, cutting through the air like knife, Jungkook stiffens and slowly leans back, glowering you with that hard look in his eyes. ,,Don't even fucking think about it." Jungkook's tongue prods his cheek, loud and heavy breaths falling from his chest, this time not out of pleasure though, but out of anger - to say the least. You hear the distinct footsteps of Taehyung, the loud music swallowing the noises as soon as he took a few steps down the hall. ,,You just had to say that, don't you?" The sassy smile fades from your lips, only a shy lip bite left on your face. Jungkook's angry tone and mad looking face is making your pussy wetter than it should. He doesn't wait for an answer. Strong arms holding you close to his chest, he turns around and walks to the bed. Your heels dig into his back as you cling onto him to not accidentally fall, though his bulky arms around you wouldn't dare to let that happen. He's climbing onto the bed, mattress sinking down under his weight before he throws you onto the bed. ,,You're so goddamn naughty," he says, pushing your knees up. Anchoring his fingers in your doughy skin of the back of your thigh he keeps your legs close to your chest. ,,Hm? Is that what you turned into? A brat?" ,,No," you shake your head. ,,'M still your good girl." Unexpectedly Jungkook picks up his fast pace again and rams his cock deeper inside. ,,Show me how good you are," he mutters, fingers digging into your waist to keep you fixed beneath him. ,,I want you to cum all over my cock." He watches the outlines of his cock being visible on your tummy, loving the way he can see how he fills you up. The headboard bangs against the wall and for a split second there's actual concern lingering in the back of your mind, but it's quickly forgotten when you feel Jungkook's hand between you, rolling his thumb over your clit. ,,Jungkook!" ,,That's right, moan my name just like that, babe. Let everyone hear how good I'm fucking you." Jungkook grabs your hands and places them under your thighs. ,,Hold your legs up to your chest." And the second you do, your eyes roll back. He's so much deeper and you can't grasp that that is even the slightest bit possible. It's a

shame that

you didn't get to feel his cock for the last three years. ,,Cum for me," he whispers, slapping your bouncing tit in the process. They're perfect. He can't suppress that thought crossing his mind every time he gets to see your round and heavy tits. ,,Yes, yes, oh fuck, yes please," you pant, sneaking down a hand to rests it against your stomach. You feel his cock moving there. Looking down at the white layer coating the smooth skin of his dick makes your skin stand in flames. It's so hot. ,,You love this cock so much, isn't that right, my angel?" Before you can nod or utter a way too whiny answer the wave of pleasure finally hits you with full force. ,,Oh fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Hands clasping his broad shoulders, nails digging crescents into his skin and back arching off the mattress, you moan his name one last time, your voice close upon sounding like a sob. Jungkook can't keep his eyes from your face, he never could when me made you cum, the pleasure written on your face was always something he'd admired - something that got him closer to cum too. Jungkook slows down his pace, perfectly riding out your high, just the way you need it. The ardent way his eyes flicker as he looks into yours sends a warm shudder over your body, loosing up your tensed muscles with way more comfort than it probably should. ,,Can I cum on your face?" Your brain needs a second to comprehend his question. ,,My make-up," you croak. ,,Don't wanna ruin it." You'd really like for him to spill his seed over your face, but you'd also like your make-up to look decent after this is done. ,,Of course that's the only fucking thing you care about," he says, pushing himself off of you and drilling into you with a sharp thrusts. You whimper when he fucks you fast again, your pussy still sensitive from your orgasm. As your walls continuously spasm around his girth, almost squeezing the orgasm out of him, Jungkook can't hold back for much longer and pulls his cock out of you. He jerks himself off, cock covered in your juices, his heavy breaths quickening and abs twitching before he shoots his cum over your body. Belly, tits, throat, Jungkook essence spurts all over you. Thick globes of cum paint your flushed and marked skin. ,,Holy shit," he mumbles. Partially because of the afterglow of his orgasm, but also because of the sight of his cum covering parts of your gorgeous body. His hand slows down, cock twitching in his grasp. You feel exhausted and filled with energy at the same time. You swipe your finger across a trail of his cum and put it into your mouth. Jungkook watches you with lustful eyes. You giggle at his stare. ,,What?" ,,You're so insanely sexy." Jungkook starts cleaning you up with some tissues he found in Taehyung's nightstand. ,,Let's go to the others and drink some more?" you ask when Jungkook pulls his briefs over his thighs. ,,You don't want me to bring you home?" You shake your head. ,,Want to spend some more time with all of you." You stand up and Jungkook follows the way your curves sway so beautifully into his direction. He hands you your panties and dress, both of the items flimsy things that barely look like clothing when they're muddled. You tiptoe and peck his cheek. ,,I'm really happy that this is happening right now, Jungkook. You don't know how much I've missed you." He smiles, raking his fingers through your tangled hair. ,,And, of course, I missed having your dick inside me." ~ that one morning in school when i was too late for you

Jungkook is ready. It's highly possible that he never felt this ready in his life before - not at his presentation in school when his whole mark depended on his performance (a failed math exam brought him into that situation...), not when he applied for a job at the small cinema in town (seriously, he didn't expect to face a professional job interview when he entered the room with his baggy clothes and school bag), not when his mum made him sing at his cousins wedding in front of so many people (his ears were so flushed when he stood there and all eyes were trained on him - they got even more red when granny Margaret gave him a smooch on the cheek and told him she wanted him to sing at her funeral. Poor boy didn't know what to respond to that...) But now he is undisputedly ready. Jungkook is going to ask you if you'd like to be his date for junior prom. Jungkook practiced his speech in front of his mirror all day long yesterday. He got home from school, ate lunch and immediately got into his room to start practicing. The whole day he stood there, acting out every different answer that you might say, trying out new lines to see which one sounds the best, working on his gestures and his facial expression to make you think that he is the most handsome guy and so cool that you wouldn't even dare to choose someone else over him. After spending the whole day practicing in his quiet room he was confident and certain about asking you out for junior prom. Jungkook memorised every little line and step, was prepared for every answer that you'd respond with. He never tried that hard for school related things, but now that he feels the excitement and anticipation of the incoming situation, he might start studying for school with this form of determination, because he feels like nothing would be able to beat him since he is prepared for everything. Jungkook knows that nothing could go wrong. He is not sure if you like like him, but if the coy smiles, lip bites and batting eyelashes aren't an indicator for some little crush that you developed on him, then Jungkook is an absolute idiot and too obsessed with you to recognise your true feelings for him. You've been spending time together for a group project in school and he'd be damned if he misinterpreted the typical signs someone shows toward their crush. Jungkook has to know these signs by heart, because he acts the exact same around you - even when you're not around and he simply thinks about you he feels his chest tighten in that silly delighted manner. Jungkook isn't sure if you noticed the nervousness that coats everything he does and says around you, but he hopes you didn't catch onto it. It's not usual for him to get so affected by someone, but you do things to him and he has a though time keeping a nonchalant facade. But he aims for keeping up that attitude, because his cool and cheeky attitude is probably what got you interested in him in the first place. (And maybe because he wants you to think about him that way, because he is insecure, since he knows that you're last boyfriend was exactly like that and he lowkey wants you to be so into him just like you were into your ex-boyfriend) Your ex-boyfriend Chanyeol is on the football team, so he is buff and strong and muscular. He is that typical sports ace that has cheeky and flirtatious remarks on the tip of his tongue, that lively and playful behaviour that every girl falls for. Jungkook is also in the football team, and quite famous for his excellent plays too and has a lot of girls flushing and giggling at the hallway whenever he walks past them, but it was still Chanyeol you decided to have something serious with and not even once smiled into Jungkook's direction up until a few weeks ago when you got paired up for a presentation. Jungkook would be lying if he'd say he didn't feel a hint of relief coating his tongue when he heard the news about the break up. Maybe he is being gleeful and mean - though he has to say that he definitely felt compassion when he saw your sad eyes in school and how that cute

smile that always framed your beautiful face was no where to be found - but he has been interested in you for years. And he still remembers that hollow feeling in his chest when he saw you walking through the hallway with Chanyeol - hands intertwined and fond smiles gracing your lips - in sophomore year. That sight hurt, but the alleviation that came over him a few months ago when rumours of the breakup arouse was worth the pain he felt back then. How ridiculous it is that a confident and popular boy isn't able to confess to the girl he has been crushing on for years, isn't it? It always felt like you are totally out of his league, like it isn't even a question worth of asking you if there is mutual interest or even just a simple phone number exchange to get to know each other better. Because you are y/n. And he is Jungkook. And he has never met a girl like you. His best friend Taehyung called him crazy for not shooting his shot and Jungkook always said that they were still young and relationships and love doesn't matter at that age. And maybe that's true. Maybe you don't need to be in a relationship that early on, but that was just a lame excuse of Jungkook. Yeah, maybe he has an undeniable crush on you (has one since the town held the annual autumn festival many years ago, when he was still attending elementary school, and there was this play where you had one of the main roles - Jungkook was just a tree in the background - and when he saw you all dressed up like that, his heart fluttered with a giddy feeling, and since then, his heart didn't let go of you) but asking you out isn't his main focus. He just wants to be close to you. Wants to be friends. Wants to be someone that you'd randomly text at 3 am when you can't sleep, when you have a funny story to tell or when your mum is being so annoying that you have to vent to someone. But even for that he is too shy to ask. Too afraid that you'll reject him, because why wouldn't you? You're so amazing and he is just...Jungkook. But not anymore. Jungkook is finally ready. That godsend biology presentation gave him the opportunity to get to know you, made you have to talk to him, pay attention to him and luckily, made you fall for his charms. There was an obvious tension going on whenever Jungkook made a teasing remark and your reply ended up with your cheeks heating up and batting your eyelashes all cutely. He finds your reactions endearing and can't prevent himself from throwing a little remark here and there whenever he felt like was the right time. (He'd like to tease and flirt with you for the entire time but you are always too immersed in getting the actual work done that he is afraid you're going to ask the teacher for a new partner. And that's certainly not going to happen - Jungkook would curse himself for a lifetime.) Jungkook drives to school with a good feeling in his gut. He's excited about what's bound to happen, because this is something he has been dreaming of for years now - it's even more than what he had been dreaming of and he can't be more happier about it. He parks his old car at his usual place, Taehyung's car still missing next to his parking lot - he's probably getting late like always. As Jungkook walks to the school building he revises the lines he had picked and learned just for you. He is still uncertain about when he is going to ask you. Before the math lessons is going to start? At lunch? When he randomly sees you in the hallway? Or maybe he could catch you before you leave school? He can't decide, but having so many options to choose from reliefs Jungkook. He can't fuck this up. He has many chances and possibilities to ask you today. Jungkook could even text or call you since he got your number. (Not because he asked for it, but because you approached him and wanted to get his phone number to arrange the meetings for the biology presentation). But then all of the possibilities of asking you that one question he had been preparing himself for a whole day yesterday get scattered away when he sees you in front of the

glass doors of the school, a cute pastel yellow dress framing your figure and your phone in your hand, typing something with quick thumbs. You look beautiful. Gorgeous. Breath-taking. A real fairy on earth. Jungkook needs to ask you now. He can't continue like this anymore. He wants to go to junior prom with you. Wants to hold your hand, wants to swamp you with compliments, wants to dance with you and wants you to see him and think that he is the one - perhaps a silly thought, but it seems like when it comes to you, Jungkook can't stop his wishful thinking. So he musters up all his confidence, squares his shoulders and walks towards you with determined steps. When you look up from your phone a little smile ghosts over your lips. Your posture changes as soon as you take the boy walking toward you into sight. You stand straighter, fingers tightly embracing the phone and teeth sinking into your pink flesh, preventing the smile to grow bigger. Hopefulness bubbles in Jungkook's chest and captures his whole body with anticipation. Someone brushes Jungkook as they pass him, shoulders shortly touching, but Jungkook couldn't care less, he is too focused on your captivating magnificence. He loves your natural look. Loves how cute you dress yourself - especially that rosy gloss that paints your lips everyday. He imagines the taste to be strawberry or cherry or raspberry... He'd like to find out their true taste one day. Jungkook has to force his brain to refocus on where he is walking. How embarrassing it would be to trip and fall in front of you. As he crosses the last meters to you, he calms his nerves. His heartbeat drums in his ears with a quick rhythm, just like it would when he'd be doing his workouts in the gym. But in all his hurry and excitement to ask you out, he didn't notice the guy approaching you. The guy who just passed him is standing in front of you - Chanyeol is standing in front of you. That unforeseen change startles Jungkook. He swallows hard and tries to avert his eyes somewhere else, but he can't stop himself from glancing at the both of you. Maybe Jungkook would have noticed how your smile faltered a little, but he is too caught up in dealing with the drastic change of his plan, now that someone else is talking with you. Jungkook slows down. Perhaps Chanyeol wanted to greet you, have a little chat or wanted to give you a quick compliment and then leave again. The fact that your ex-boyfriend approached you out of nowhere is already urging Jungkook to roll his eyes (Though he has seen the both of you being together at lunch many times after the breakup, it's still an imagine he hates to see) but he hopes that Chanyeol will leave as fast as he came. Luck doesn't seem to be on Jungkook's side. He was already close to you, walking slower didn't help much, so now he has to walk past you, pretend like he didn't attempt to approach you in the first place and act all nonchalant, though his insides are in flames and fury and have the strong compulsion to punch Park Chanyeol's face for being faster than him. But then Jungkook hears it. He hears the reason why Chanyeol came up to you. ,,Do you want to be my prom date?" In that moment, all the flaming loathing that Jungkook felt a second ago gets extinguished by the shivering chills that scuttle down his spine. Jungkook is one second away from laughing out loud. How ridiculous? Jungkook was so utterly ridiculous for believing that there was even the slightest possibility for you and him to attend the junior prom together. All these scenarios he had in mind, everything he imagined - from asking you out to picking you up to complimenting you to dancing with you - he was a fool to think he would be able to experience that stuff. It's like a child patiently waiting for santa by the christmas tree - it would never happen. Jungkook rushes past you and he hates that he still gets a whiff of your perfume. It warms warms his heart every time, because it smells so familiar, so much like you. Once he enters the school building, he

walks over to his locker, opens it with much more force than he'd need to. Blood boils in Jungkook's veins. He can't process that Chanyeol had the temerity to ask you for his prom date. You both broke up months ago and yet he still had the nerve to ask you out. And it's not just that, the fact that Jungkook could have been the first one to reach you, if he only would've walked a bit faster, if he got a bit earlier to school, if he didn't press snooze on his alarm like always, he would have been the first one to ask you. That stupid fact infuriates Jungkook so much more, riles him up in ways that makes him want to turn around and push that jerk away from you. ,,Hey, bro." Jungkook doesn't need to look up from the inside of his locker to know that Taehyung stands right behind the door of his locker. He hastily grabs the books he needs. ,,What a beautiful morning-" Taehyung chatters, but instantly gets interrupted by Jungkook slamming the locker shut. Taehyung doesn't flinch. As Jungkook's best friend he experienced way worse situations than this. Sudden bursts of anger are not unusual. ,,Well, seems like someone didn't have a great start into this beautiful morning," Taehyung says, giving Jungkook a small empathetic smile. ,,But hey, I can make your morning better. Teacher said that they kinda changed the timetable, so we won't be having math in the first period anymore." Nothing changes in Jungkook appearance, he just opens the locker and puts his math book back inside. ,,What happened?" Taehyung asks and plants his hand over Jungkook's shoulder. ,,Did you not have time to jerk of your morning wood? We still got some time before-" ,,Fuck, no." Maybe Jungkook would have laughed at Taehyung's weird antics to make him forget about his emotions, but not when it has to do with you. He can't get you off of his mind. ,,Or...Did your mum walk in while you were jerking off your morning wood?" Jungkook grimaces and looks over to Taehyung, a long annoyed sigh coming from his chest. ,,You had a girl over and didn't want her to stay over, but she wanted to and you couldn't say no and when you woke up this morning she was the first thing that you saw and that...don't know, irritated you?" With expectant eyes Taehyung finishes of his made up story. ,,Could you shut up for once? Go and tell your weird stories to the theatre club, maybe they'll use them for a play, but stop bothering me with your jabbering." Before Taehyung could spit provocative words back, someone clears their throat behind them. Taehyung is the first one to turn around, and when he says ,,Oh, hi, y/n." Jungkook immediately tenses. For fucks sake. Luck was really not on his side today. Jungkook forces himself to turn around too. ,,You look great!" Taehyung beams and you fidget with your fingers once you hear his compliment, a shy "thanks" arising from your throat. Jungkook only spares you a short glance before he draws his eyes to the hall filled with students behind you. ,,Uh, I actually wanted to talk to Jungkook," you say, waiting for him to meet your gaze. Once he does, he doesn't do it with his usual radiant smile and shining doe eyes. His stare is cold, one perfectly shaped brow slightly raised and jaw clenched. To say the least, you're intimidated by his looks, but you try to not let it daunt you. His current state is certainly not caused by you, so you shouldn't be concerned anyway. ,,Could we postpone our meeting? Something came up after school, so I thought we could meet at 4 pm maybe?" ,,I have football practice at 4." ,,Oh, well...Then, after practice? When do you usually finish?" Jungkook snorts at that. He doesn't know why you are playing dumb, but he certainly is not. Your ex-boyfriend is on the football team. You know exactly when practice ends. Your unnecessary question causes his irritation to flare even more. Jungkook's reaction fazes you. You stumble over your words and are baffled with the lack of his usual self in his behaviour toward you. Taehyung immediately picks up on your discomfort and

shoves his elbow into Jungkook's side to put his sanity back to place. Taehyung can't decipher why Jungkook would act like a jerk when he is talking to you - his crush - no matter what got him so mad in the first place. But Taehyung's obvious attempt of calming his best friend down and bringing him back to his senses is of no use, so he tries to help you out a bit. ,,Jungkook's training usually ends at 5:30 pm, right, Kookie?" Taehyung feigns a wide smile and wraps his arm around Jungkook's shoulder, pulling him closer. Jungkook's tongue pokes his cheek and you think that you have never seen him this piqued before. You're thankful for Taehyung trying to alleviate the mood. But Jungkook is not having it. He pushes Taehyung's body away, whirling around and closing his locker with a hard push. You jerk, taking one step back. As Jungkook strolls away from the both of you he turns his head. ,,I'll text you." And with that, he walks through the crowed hall, his cold voice embedded in your mind and making your stomach twist in perturbation. What happened that got him so irritated? To be truthful, you always were a bit intimidated by Jungkook. He is popular and well-known in school, so you assumed that he'd be arrogant, someone that knows what effect he has on people and is fully confident in showing what he got. Nevertheless, you admired him. He looks cool and funny and extremely handsome. Once you got to know Jungkook you realised that he is the sweetest guy you've ever come across. Sometimes he is that cocky football boy you imagined him to be when he starts teasing you. But then again, he is kind to you, treats you with respect and always listens to you. He makes jokes and his laugh is the cutest thing you've ever heard. You won't even allow yourself to think about the nose scrunch that adorns his face when he finds something particularly funny. His whole face squishes and he looks absolutely adorable. He's perfect. And you like him. And now your puzzled as to where that boy with the cute nose scrunches has disappeared. What did he encounter that let him act this way? You'd die to ask him, but Jungkook would probably ignore you if you dared to utter a single word to him. ,,He's just mad because his dad ate all the blueberry pancakes at breakfast," Taehyung says into your ear. You flinch when you hear his baritone voice that close to your ear. You were too caught up in your own thoughts to notice Taehyung standing next to you, looking down at you with an encouraging smile. ,,Ah, the blueberry pancakes, huh?" You hum, looking into the direction that Jungkook went off. ,,Yep, he loves those with all his being." Taehyung nods, his eyes also glued to the same direction. ,,What about the girl that insisted on staying and being the first thing he saw this morning?" ,,Oh, you heard that?" ,,Yeah." ,,So you also think that that theory was weird." ,,I find the one with his mum weirder." ,,Oh, you heard that too?" ,,Yeah." ,,My bad." ,,It's okay." Taehyung gives you a pat on the back, sends a boxy smile your way and then walks down the hallway too. You're left there standing, a peculiar feeling in your gut which you can't allocate to anything you've ever felt before. But that isn't something new, Jungkook made you come across a lot of emotions that were new to you - that's just the aftermath of having a crush on him.

~ With a pounding headache you get woken up the next morning. Eyes painfully shut close as you try to get used to the excruciating pain. You groan. Your body tosses and turns until you notice the warm body behind you. Jungkook. It's Jungkook hugging you from behind you realise as you look over your shoulder, his long raven hair messily hanging in his face. He looks like he is in a peaceful slumber. Trying to comprehend the situation you're in isn't quite simple when your head is banging with every confused look you give your surroundings. It gets even more confusing when you discover the lack of clothing on your body. You remember fucking Jungkook in Taehyung's room. You dimly wince at the thought of the little encounter with Taehyung when he banged at the door. Embarrassing. But when you're drunk - and stuffed with Jungkook's cock - you don't care about anything. Your memories of the fun time at Taehyung's room are deficient. Too bad. You remember thinking that this was the best you got fucked in the past months. And now your in his bed, naked, and a peek under the covers reveals Jungkook's nudity, his morning wood pressing against your ass. It's nearly scary how you ended up in the bed of someone you ran away from, like a invisible magnet pulling you to him whether you like it or not. You search Jungkook's bedroom for a clock. The sun is glowing outside, rays of sunlight coming through his window. But it's summer, so you have no clue about what time it is exactly. So you sit up, wanting to look for your phone, when suddenly the grasp of Jungkook's arm around you tighten. ,,No," Jungkook says in a hurry, voice groggy from his sleep. ,,Don't go." You shift your head to him, confused about his sudden clinginess. It looked like he was in a deep sleep a minute ago, how did he react so fast as you tried to get out of his hold? ,,I'm just trying to search my phone," you reply gently, rubbing his arms on your waist soothingly to coax him into letting go of you. Jungkook barely opens his eyes, peeking at your messy and nude figure. ,,I'm sorry," he mumbles when he realises his misguided behaviour and retrieves his hands from you. You give him a faint smile before you grab a random shirt of his from the floor, draping it over your body and getting up. You walk around his bedroom, but there's no sign of your purse. Jungkook wakes up owing to the noises you cause by picking up the clothes on the floor and the annoyed puffs that you fabricate. ,,Hallway," he grumbles, slowly sitting up. ,,On top of the shoe cabinet." You rise from the floor and quickly turn to get your purse. ,,Nice apartment," you say after coming back, taking your phone out of the black purse. ,,Thanks." He still has problems opening his eyes. The morning sun shining into his room too garish for his sleepy eyes. You sit down on the edge of his bed. Your head is still pounding. Running around his apartment wasn't a good choice. With a hand on your forehead, you try to mitigate the pain, but it's obviously not working. Behind you, you hear some rustling, and soon Jungkook brushes past you in some briefs and walks out of the room. You check the time. It's barely 7 am. You groan, why the hell are you awake? Jungkook enters the room again, this time a glass of water and some medicine in his hands. ,,Here," he offers. ,,Take this, it'll help your headache." You're bewildered at first, hesitantly taking the water and the ibuprofen. You forgot how caring Jungkook is. ,,Oh, thank you." You chuck the water with the ibuprofen down and put the glass back on his nightstand. Jungkook is laying flat on his stomach on the bed, head turned to you. ,,Why were we naked?" you ask. ,,You don't remember?" You shake your head. No memories left of what happened in his apartment. ,,Well...you were still kinda needy when I took you home and then...we did some things to keep you satisfied." Your face crimsons. Of course you were left needy after Jungkook and you fucked. Why else would you wake up naked in his bed?

,,Don't you remember anything from yesterday?" ,,I still remember everything that happened till...uh, till we were done in Taehyung's room." You don't know why you're so shy all of a sudden. Though you haven't seen Jungkook for three years, you were the one suggesting the little offer you had for him. Seems like alcohol made it easier for you to interact with him, and sober you has yet to learn how to achieve that. ,,Do you feel well other than the headache? I didn't realise how much you drank yesterday." He sits up, scanning your face like he is trying to detect any other discomfort you might feel. ,,Oh? Uhm, no, I'm fine. Just the headache, that's it." ,,Maybe breakfa-" ,,I think I should go." The worry from his face vanishes. You can't define the expression he has on now, it's blank and inscrutable. ,,Sure, whatever you want to do." ,,It's just because I didn't tell my parents I wouldn't come back home and - and they're probably wondering where I am." Totally not because you're nervous and have no clue what to do, what to say and where to look, because it's Jungkook. The boy you've been missing since years and now he is right next to you. The emotions that run through your body whenever you look at him are nearly insufferable. You need to have some time alone, regain your normal self back before being in his company. He nods slowly, acting as if he understands, but truthfully, he doesn't understand a thing. ~ You didn't expect someone else to be at the gym at this early hour. After all that's why you decided to visit the gym after you hurried back to your parent's place from Jungkook. Your parents weren't home. Already out to work. It kinda sting to know that they haven't left a message regarding where you are when you didn't get home last night. But it's fine. You didn't expect a lot from them while you're visiting. ,,Chanyeol!" Your cheerful voice rings through the big room, well, actually not that big, but for a small town this gym would be considered as a spacious one. The bare chested man turns around, hands grasping small dumbbells. ,,Oh! Y/n!" Chanyeol puts the dumbbells on the floor, pulling out his Airpods from his ears. You stroll towards him, offering him one of your big smiles. ,,What are you doing here?" he asks. You notice the layer of sweat on his skin when you stand in front of him. ,,Came here to work out, what else?" you chuckle, eyes constantly flicking down to his chest. Though you try not to stare at it, it's a hard task to do when he's buff and big. And hot. Chanyeol looks still as attractive as when you looked at him through your pubescent, teenage eyes. ,,At this early hour?" ,,Had to get my mind off things," you explain. Chanyeol brushes his fingers through his fluffy, blonde hair. ,,Not even 24 hours here and already so much stuff going on, huh?" You sigh exaggerated. ,,Yeah, nothing has changed since I left." You quickly search for another topic though, you don't want to accidentally spill the truth and tell him you're here this early, because somehow you woke up next to your ex-boyfriend this morning, fully nude and memories of the night before remained only as fragments in your brain. ,,Why are you here so early?" You change the topic, the memories of last night vague and holey, but even the smallest imagine of Jungkook - all sweaty and focused on one thing only - is making you lose sanity again. ,,I'm always working out this early," he answers. ,,Not my decision though, my fitness trainer advised me to it." A bitter undertone leaks through his words. ,,Seems hard to be a professional football player." Chanyeol sighs, lifting the dumbbells up again and slowly turning to the bench continue his bench step-ups. ,,Yeah, but I shouldn't be complaining. This is all I ever dreamed of, for, basically my whole life." You sit down at a bench next to his, watching his buff body stepping on and off the bench. You smile thinking about Chanyeol as a teenager, always working hard at football practice and exercising whenever he could, because he was

determined to reach his goal. And now he is here, his biggest dream achieved due to his driven and ambitious character. ,,I actually watched one of your games, like...last year, maybe?" Chanyeol's eyes flick down to you. ,,For real? What could have possibly made you watch football?" he chuckles. ,,I was at a friend's house and he turned it on. At first I didn't even know that it was your team playing, because we didn't really pay attention to the game, but then when I looked at the screen and you were running across the field with the football in your hands. Can you imagine how I screamed after I realised that it was your name that was printed on the backside of the jersey?" An airy laugh - that standard, hoarse laugh you'd be able to point out in a crowd of thousands of people - bubbles from Chanyeol's lips. ,,You screamed?" ,,Well, not exactly screamed, but I got really excited seeing my friend on television!" you beam. ,,I actually took a picture and sent it to you, but apparently you changed your phone number. Some stranger answered the message instead and it was lowkey embarrassing." ,,Wait, what?" Chanyeol stops his exercise and stares at you, wide-eyed. ,,What did you text me?" ,,I sent a picture of you and was like, I'm watching your game, Chanyeol! You're so amazing, I'm proud of you! And then something like, oh wait, you can't answer me right now because you're playing the game." Chanyeol starts laughing at your cuteness. ,,And what did he say?" ,,He said something along the lines of, actually, I can answer you, because I'm not that dude on the picture. I'm Minho." ,,That's hilarious," he says, dumbbells back on the floor again, because he's enjoying your little story way too much. ,,I got so flustered and apologised and instead of texting something back, he just blocked me," you tell, jutting your lip forward as you remind yourself of that person's rude behaviour. ,,I should give you my new number, so things like that don't happen again," Chanyeol smiles, pulling out his phone from his pocket. ,,Yeah, I don't want to spam another poor soul with too excited text messages and sent them pictures of you during a game again." ,,I don't have a problem with you sending pictures of me to random people though," Chanyeol says as you grab his phone. You grimace skittishly. ,,Still so self obsessed as back then, huh?" you tease while typing his phone number into your phone. ,,I was such a prick, wasn't I?" he shakes his head, like he is in disbelief at the person he was a few years ago. ,,You weren't a prick, more like, I don't know, an annoying popular guy who likes to boast." ,,Totally not a prick." You have to suppress the giggle that lingers at the back of your throat. ,,You didn't do it often," you assure. Chanyeol sighs. ,,At least I learned from that and changed for the better." You scan his whole body and furrow your brows, like you're pondering whether he is correct or not with his conception. ,,Maybe you should work a little more on yourself?" He levels you with squinted eyes. You chuckle and hand him his phone back. ,,No worries. You're fine now, Chanyeol." ,,I'm fine?" he repeats, offended. ,,I mean, it hasn't even been over a day since I saw you after three years. I still have to get to know your new matured form," you tease. ,,Yeah, we didn't talk much yesterday, didn't we? Where did you went off though?" ,,Ah, oh, well..." Good question, next one please. But when your eyes trail off from Chanyeol's face to scan the room to somehow find an answer to his question that doesn't include Jungkook anywhere, you find Jungkook standing at the other side of the room, eyes already locked on your face. ,,Jungkook?" you ask, confused. He is wearing shorts and a tanktop, thighs and arms deliciously in display for your eyes to gawk at. Fuck, he looks way too good to be true. Chanyeol furrows his brows but then follows your gaze. ,,Morning," Jungkook grumbles when he comes to a stop in front of you. ,,Hi," you peep. You don't know why, but you

feel like you just got caught doing something you weren't allowed to do. ,,Jk!" Chanyeol happily greets him. ,,Came here for boxing?" ,,No, I'm gonna do my workout today." ,,I'm almost done for the day. Gonna do some cardio and then that's it." Chanyeol walks to the treadmills. ,,Wanna join me, y/n?" ,,Oh sure, why not?" Usually you don't go on the treadmill, but it sounds really inviting considering the piercing stare that Jungkook sends your way. Both of you go on treadmills, Chanyeol walking at a faster speed than you, and even though you don't like using the treadmill, it's nice having someone to chat with while working out. He starts asking you questions about Los Angeles. ,,Really? You have to send me a picture of the view when you go back home!" Chanyeol says. Before you get the chance to answer, the machine suddenly picks up on its speed, making you have to run faster. You whip your head to the side, catching a glimpse of Jungkook's hand brushing the display of the treadmill. You have to grip the sides of the treadmill to not fall off the thing. It takes you a couple of seconds to get used to the speed. When you look at Jungkook, confusion twisting your face, he only arches a brow back at you. ,,You didn't come here for a little chit chat, right? Casting a short glance at Chanyeol, he levels you with an assertive expression. You're only able to shake your head. ,,Then get back to working. Or finally start working at least." You gulp. His stern voice shouldn't make your panties wet, but it does and you can't help it. After twenty minutes Chanyeol is gone. He finished his work out and left. You don't know if it's a good idea to be left alone with a Jungkook who's all sweaty, sitting on the butterfly gym machine and pushing his arms back and forth. It should be a sin looking that sexy while casually doing a workout at the gym. And it should be illegal for the step-up machine to be placed so perfectly, that you have the best view of Jungkook. ,,I would have never guessed that you work out in the gym," Jungkook says and you only notice it because you've been staring at his face and saw his mouth moving. Heat rises up your cheeks and you look away, embarrassed at getting caught. ,,I hate working out. I just get motivated by getting a bigger butt, that's all." When Jungkook groans your eyes immediately flick to him again. His face looks like he is in pain and his tongue prods his cheek. You emit a little sigh which he can't hear and bite your lip which he will hopefully not notice. You hop off the machine and pick up two dumbbells. You do your usual dumbbell exercise while doing squats. It's when you raise again that you notice Jungkook standing right behind you. You look over your shoulder and feel him placing his hand on your back. ,,Straighten your back a little more. That'll be better for you," he advises. You nod absentmindedly, his proximity stealing every functioning brain cell of yours. ,,Just like that," he praises and your feel your body fluttering at these simple words. You can't ignore how his groin keeps brushing against your ass every time you lift yourself up. ,,Good job," he grins as you put the dumbbells away. ,,Are you done with your workout?" you ask, trying to ignore how his eyes are practically taking your clothes off. ,,Yeah. Want some water?" He turns to get his bag. ,,I'm fine," you answer. While he's gone for a second, you walk to the mirrored wall. Taking your phone from where you had it tucked beneath your leggings you open Instagram to take a pic for your Story. ,,Do you want to be in the picture?" you ask Jungkook after he's done drinking a few sips, smiling when he comes up to you, standing behind you. You have to lift your phone a bit, his head got cut off due to his bigger height. He puts his hands on your waist and a little smile fills your cheeks. You take the pic. ,,Why did you leave so quickly this morning?" Jungkook questions while you're busy on the phone, absentmindedly rubbing his thumbs over your body. You take some

seconds to answer. ,,I was nervous." ,,Oh," he replies and it sounds like disappointment. ,,Not that kind of nervous," you explain. ,,It felt like the first few days after we got in a relationship. I was just...overwhelmed? To be with you like this after all this time." ,,Are you okay now?" ,,Yeah, i think it's fine now." ,,And you don't regret anything that you said last night?" ,,I meant everything I said to you. I'm yours, Jungkook." He grins. ,,Good." Jungkook pulls you closer to him. ,,Ew, you're sweaty, Koo," you giggle. ,,You are too," he mumbles and rests his chin on your shoulder. ,,Well, after you increased the speed on the treadmill it's no wonder." Something about you mentioning the treadmill changes something in Jungkook. His fingers on your waist dig into your skin. ,,Someone had to motivate you to work." ,,I was working out!" you defend. ,,Didn't look like that," he grumbles. ,,Oh shush, don't tell me you're jealous." You raise an eyebrow and look at him through the mirror. ,,I'm not." You giggle. You always know when he's lying. ,,Don't make me mad." He closes his eyes and you grin widely. Too bad for him that that's one of your favourite things to do. ,,Why? You didn't like me talking to Chanyeol?" He emits a sound that sounds close to a warning. ,,I missed talking to Chanyeol a lot." ,,Y/n, don't." You want to tuck your phone back beneath your leggings, but Jungkook takes it and puts it into the pocket of his shorts. ,,Hey, but you know what?" He sighs, not knowing what to expect. ,,Hm?" ,,I missed you more." ,,How much?" ,,Like..." A pout forms on your mouth as you ponder about a comparison. ,,I missed you more than anyone I know." ,,You missed me the most?" You nod. ,,Fuck, y/n. You're doing things to me." ,,Like what?" ,,Like..." He pauses for a second. ,,Can I kiss you?" You don't even have to answer. You turn your head to him and in one second his lips are moving against yours. Butterflies are everywhere in your tummy, making you feel wobbly on your feet. His mouth feels wonderful on your neck. You take his hand and place it on your tit, allowing him to grab a good fistful of your mound. Your nipple hardens and he has to hold back a moan at how beautiful it looks perked beneath your tight sports bra. His other hand slips into your leggings. You shudder at the feeling of his warm hand cupping your pussy. ,,Do you want this?" he whispers into your ear. Goose bumps bloom on your neck. ,,Yes. So badly." A sigh erupts from you as Jungkook circles your clit. He gets you wet in just a few seconds. Two of his finger vanish inside you, knuckles deep. You head falls back on his chest. Jungkook has a shit eating grin anchored on his face. ,,You like this, don't you?" You aren't capable of saying anything when Jungkook starts fingering your pussy open. He's fast and deep and reaching all the good spots by crooking his fingers. Your eyes squeeze shut. You don't have much control over how your body reacts to him, it feels too good and you don't know how to handle it. You grip his arm with one hand. Nails sinking into his skin. A hot shiver climbs up your spine and pulls your mind into a deep and libidinous haze that pushes you so close to the edge that your toes curl in anticipation. Jungkook loves watching you through the mirror. It's sexy and lewd and addicting. ,,Could stare at you and fuck you with my fingers all night long, babe." ,,Close," you whimper between moans and pry your eyes open to look at him. He hums behind you and raises his other hand to wrap it around your throat. You capture you bottom lip between your lips. His tattooed fingers gripping at the sides of your neck makes your pussy avid for more. And just when you feel like cumming all over his fingers and making a mess of them, Jungkook pulls them back out of you. You feel the slight burn of his sharp and precise movements as your pussy clenches around nothing, searching for anything to fill it up again with. You whimper, rolling your head to the

side and resting your cheek against him. ,,Why?" you mumble, too caught up in the feelings of your carelessly abandoned orgasm to form coherent sentences. ,,Don't ever try to make me jealous again," Jungkook grunts into your ear with a surly undertone. He levels you with a merciless glance through the mirror. You actually feel yourself getting smaller by his stare. Jungkook casts a look at the different machines around the room. When he finds one that he's interested in he takes your hand in his. ,,Are you sure no one's gonna come in?" you inquire. Jungkook grows soft at your concern. ,,It's still early in the morning. No one's visiting the gym at this hour. I promise you, my angel." He kisses you temple and you let him take you to the incline barbell bench. ,,Sit down on it," he says. ,,Wait, no." Jungkook grabs you by the wrist, stopping you. ,,Wanna see your ass. Get onto it with your knees." You climb onto the incline barbell bench with your back facing him, arching your body as your hands embrace the backrest for leverage. When Jungkook tugs your tight leggings down to your thigh, your voluptuous ass comes into his view and his cock twitches at that. Curses flee his mouth when he kneads your flesh. He delivers a few playful spanks. You wiggle your ass teasingly. Sinking down on his knees he has both of his hand on your cheeks. He takes a good whiff of your clothed pussy before leaning back. ,,Smells so good," he mumbles. He pulls your panties down as well, rubbing his fingers through your soaked folds. You sigh, melting against the backrest. ,,You want to cum, don't you?" ,,Please," you beg. ,,Gonna make a mess out of you." And then he thrusts two fingers back in, obscene squelching sounds filling the air as he moves them. You feel your juices trickle down your thigh. He leans over you again, brushing your ponytail to the side. He nibbles at your earlobe while ramming his fingers inside your pussy. Your brows are furrowed so tightly and hands gripping at the backrest for dear life because, oh well, Jungkook is relentless when he has a mission in mind. The knot in your tummy is there again, ready to explode and fill your whole body with pleasure. ,,So close," you mutter, drool rolling over the side of your mouth. This poor machine will be so dirty and ruined after Jungkook is done with you. ,,Already?" It's a cocky remark and you'd like to kick his balls for that. But you only nod, you want to cum first and then you can kick his balls. ,,Hmm, what a shame," he pities. And withdraws his fingers from your pussy, making you shake and whine. ,,I want to have a little more fun with you." ,,Jungkook," you mewl. ,,Yes, my angel?" he replies, all innocently. ,,You're mean," you sulk. He chuckles. Kissing your neck and landing a spank on your ass. ,,Gonna let me have a bit more fun with you?" he asks, his breath tickling your neck. ,,Be nice to me." ,,Be nice to you, hmm? You really need to cum that badly, huh?" You tilt your head and grab the back of Jungkook's head to pull him to your mouth. You whimper into the kiss when Jungkook drills his fingers back into your cunt. You rests your cheek against the leather backrest and moan so loudly, it echoes through the whole room. ,,My good little girl," he coos, hand colliding with your ass once again. His long fingers are so deep inside you and stretching you out so lusciously, it makes your thighs shake. Jungkook's shorts are tight around his crotch area, his cock throbbing at the thought of your pussy swallowing his whole length. ,,Tell me, how much did you miss me?" ,,So, so much," you gabble. ,,Yeah? Couldn't stop thinking about me while you were gone?" You nod against the rest. Rubbing your cheek through the small puddle of drool. ,,Everyday I thought of you," you confess, moaning when Jungkook grabs a fistful of your ass and feel his nails digging into your skin. ,,You wanna cum?" ,,Oh god, yes please." This time Jungkook doesn't scornfully pull his fingers out when you're close to your high. He

lets you shake and squirm when it finally takes over you and watches with big and astonished eyes how your juices stream from your pussy, coating your thighs and the seat under you. You whine and jolt forward when his fingers are too much for you. He drags them out and rubs over your arched back, soothing you. ,,Holy shit," he mutters as he takes in the mess you've made. ,,You're so sexy." Your cheeks are flushed when you look back at him. ,,How are we gonna clean this up?" you ask, looking down between your legs. Jungkook strips his tanktop. He pull you back up on your legs and you tug your panties and leggings back up. You're still wobbly on your feet, but Jungkook slips a hand around your waist while wiping his tanktop over the seat of the machine to clean up the mess you've made. He doesn't miss the faint patch of your drool sticking against the rest. When Jungkook is done, you hug him from the side. ,,Want to fuck you." ,,Not in here," you say, still struggling to breathe. ,,Changing rooms?" He waits a brief second before he changes his mind again. ,,Let's go to the showers. I think that's were we'd get our privacy. No one uses them," Jungkook says and scoops you up, his dirty tanktop abandoned on the seat. In the showers Jungkook makes you bend over, your hands on the cold wall. ,,Can't get enough off this ass," he mutters as he yanks down your tights together with your panties. Jungkook is rock hard and he's sure he'll die soon if he doesn't feel your pussy. His cockhead prods your hole and soon you're stuffed with all of him. Jungkook hisses. Your pussy is so tight and he's never going to get used to it. It feels like heaven. ,,Pussy was made for me," he grunts, hands anchored on your waist and his hips slowly starting to find a rhythm. You utter his name in a tiny whine, your tummy on fire again despite cumming so hard just a few minutes ago. You tug your sports bra down, playing with your nipple. ,,Feels so good," you sigh, closing your eyes and enjoying the feeling of his raw cock thrusting into you with sharp movements. His hand sneaks up to your tits and he fondles one, groping your heavy mound with his big palm before he goes on with flicking and teasing your nipple. ,,Remember how you used to tell me how much better I fuck you than Chanyeol?" he grunts. ,,How much better I make you cum than him?" Memories of the past flash through your mind. You'd always tell Jungkook how good he is making you feel, and sometimes a comparison to Chanyeol would slip your tongue, but it's not like he minded. Jungkook enjoyed it. Loved, how you stroked his ego by telling him that he is better than your ex. ,,I asked you a fucking question." His palm meets your ass. A squeak from you follows. ,,Y-yes, I remember!" ,,He was never able to make you feel like I do, isn't that right?" ,,So- so fucking right," you sob. ,,Good girl." His hands soothingly rub over your flushed ass cheeks, imprints of his fingers visible on your skin. ,,Look at this ass, so goddamn big, shit." With every pound of his hips your ass jiggles. Jungkook can't take his eyes off it. Your high pitched moans reveal your blossoming orgasm being terribly close. ,,You're so close aren't you?" he whispers, fingers dipping into the soft curve of your hips for better leverage, ramming into you with much greater force. A warm shudder crawls down your spine when his breath suddenly fans over your neck, as he pull you back by your throat, keeping you close to his body. Your brows are pinched together, your fingers working on your swollen clit to double your pleasure. ,,Was he ever able to make you cum this fast, hm?" ,,N-no!" His fingers dig into the sides of your throat. The squeeze shouldn't turn you on this much, but the squelching sounds between your thighs are proof enough. ,,Show me how much you love this cock, babe. Come on, I want your pretty pussy to cover me with your juices." You think there's nothing better than getting Jungkook whispering arrant filth into your ear, perfect shaped cock fucking you

brainless and a tattooed hand cutting of the air in your lungs. Dirty, completely obscene, but somehow you have to compensate something with the cute outfits and innocent smiles that you bless people with on a daily basis. And as Jungkook tells you how much he wants his good girl to cum, and goes on about the things he'd like to do to you, you cum with a soft whimper of his name, little moans filling the shower. Your legs tremble and you are lucky that Jungkook has a safe hold on you. ,,You're always so pretty when you cum, babe," he coos, pressing kisses over your neck. ,,Hmph, I love the way you squeeze me so tight, fuck." You put your hands against the cold wall again, trying to arch your back a bit more while he still has you anchored against his chest. His hand around your throat moves down to your ass, palming the swell of your cheek while he puts pressure on your back with his other one and forces you to bend over a little. ,,I'm gonna cum," he says, voice gentle and focused on the way your awfully tight walls quaver around his girth. ,,Gonna cum all over your pretty ass, you want that?" ,,Yes, please," you answer ardently. ,,Beg for it, let me hear how badly you want my cum." It's a little hard focusing on concentrating when you're still dealing with the aftershocks of your orgasm, however, hearing Jungkook's desperate voice combined with the softest moans he utters is making you want to obey everything that comes out of his mouth. ,,I want you to cum for me, Gguk. Want you to shoot all of it on my ass and rub it into my skin." You gasp when his thrusts become slower, but reach deeper inside. ,,P-please, I want it so bad, I'm a slut for your cum." He chuckles smugly behind you. ,,You're so right, babe. A cumslut, that's what you are." ,,Y-your cumslut!" ,,All mine," he agrees. His nails dig into your skin, leaving another trail of marks behind. You're certain that your body will be left with so many more marks by the end of the week. Jungkook pulls back, jerking off his cock over your ass in hasty strokes. The sounds he elicits make your pussy clench around nothing. You love how whiny he gets when he's close and how he still manages to sound manly at the same time. You feel his hot cum sticking to your skin. He curses and moans and coats your ass full with his seed, making a mess. Slapping his cock against the swell of your ass a couple of times he strokes the last few droplets out of him. You look over your shoulder, smiling when you see him at the peek of exhaustion. Sweaty strands of hair hang over his head. A few drops running down his neck, down to his chest. You don't know if you should be happy or regretful for not seeing how hot he looked like while fucking you. Jungkook reaches over and you think he'll kiss you, but he stops in front of your face. Suddenly, cold water starts pouring from above you. ,,Jungkook!" you squeak. You cling onto his biceps, looking for protection. ,,I didn't bring any clothes!" He just giggles, pushing you back beneath the stream of water.

~ that one evening when i waited till the end but then you showed up with someone else ,,I still don't understand why you are not going with Chanyeol, y/n." You swear, if you are going to hear that sentence one more time, you're going to storm out of this house. ,,It's weird going to prom with my ex." Your dad stares at you. He will never understand. He isn't even trying to understand. It's frustrating. ,,Why did you guys break up?" your dad asks, crossing his arms over his chest. You always answered with something like "it's none of your business" but maybe if you tell him the actual reason he'll let go of this topic. ,,We came to the conclusion that we're better off as friends." ,,Friends? I don't hear you hanging out with him." You groan. ,,Y/n, come here. Let me do you hair!" Luckily your mum calls for you, rescuing you from your insensitive and narrow-minded dad. You leave the living room, walking down the hall to your room. ,,Curls, right?" Your mum asks as you sit down in front of your dressing table. ,,Yeah." As your mum starts curling your hair with the straightener, you try to not think about the one thing that's been bugging you for the whole day now. ,,So, where's that boy you were so sure of asking you out for prom?" Of course your mother wouldn't grant you one moment of piece. ,,Don't know." You don't want to think about it. Don't want to give your hopes up. ,,Did he text you?" ,,No." ,,Are you still waiting?" ,,Yes." Your mother sighs. Looking at you through the mirror as she stops her work on your hair. ,,Honey, I don't think he will ask you out anymore." The soothing voice of your mum reminds you of all the other times she used this tone on you. She is trying to console you. She thinks that you are being naive for still believing that there is a chance of him asking you. You hate it. You hate it so much. ,,He will." ,,Maybe you should call Chanyeol-" ,,I don't want to go with Chanyeol," you interrupt sternly. ,,Dad and you are literally the same. How many time do I have to repeat myself?" Your mum doesn't reply anything to that. Simply goes back to styling your hair. Your parents are the only thing frustrating you. Right now thinking about Jungkook is equally as frustrating. You have no idea why he didn't ask you out yet. You even asked if he had a date a few weeks ago because you were getting too impatient and he said no. You were working on the biology project when you asked him. After he replied, you wanted to say that you didn't have a date either and perhaps get him to ask you out that way, but before you could have responded to him, he cut you off and said that you should get back on working. He never did that before. Usually he is the one talking and joking and flirting, and you always scold him for being too distracting. So you waited. Weeks and weeks went by. And he never asked you. And now it's junior prom day. Hope was still there, but by each passing hour your hope gets crumpled by the disappointment slowly assailing it. But it's fine. He'll ask you out. You're sure of that. ~ Two hours pass. The long, claret-coloured material of your prom dress graces your figure. A sign of life from Jungkook still missing. You're clinging onto the reason that Jungkook might be too anxious to ask you out the usual way, because maybe he is afraid of meeting your parents - them being snobby and pretentious isn't a secret in town - and instead opts for asking you out in school? At this point you're just trying to justify the absolute silence coming from him, your parents being annoying as ever and your mind is stuffed with so many things at once, you're thankful for yourself for not going crazy yet. ,,Let me call Chanyeol's dad," your dad announces and fishes his phone out of his pocket. ,,Wha- why would you call his dad?" you ask wide-eyed, shooting a worried look to your mother, but she doesn't attempt stopping him. ,,To ask if he has a date. You are being absolutely ridiculous for waiting for an insignificant and mediocre guy -

who has an alcohol addict as a father, I may note - to ask you out on the prom day!" Your dad glares at you from across the kitchen island. Your mum standing next to him. You sit there, nails digging into your palm to compensate the anger building up in you. ,,What has Jungkook's father to do with all this?!" He looks up from his phone. ,,Do you think a boy who only had a mother to grow up with, was raised well? I hear the stories about him, y/n. Don't think I'm a fool." ,,I heard some pretty awful stories about him too," your mum confesses. She didn't want to talk badly about him - seeing that you talked with heart shaped eyes about him - but the worry about him not being an appropriate partner for prom lingered around her mind for too long now. Rumours in this small town are quick to get spread. Gossip is the only thing keeping this town alive. Disgusting, but people love to talk. Especially when it's about other people. They don't care if the rumours are true either, their focus is solely fixed on getting their boring life entertained by the misfortune of others. ,,What rumours?" ,,He beat up a kid in school," your father replies. ,,Don't play stupid, miss. You visit the same school as Jungkook." You roll your eyes. ,,Every guy beats up someone in high-school. That's nothing serious." You're glad that they apparently don't know that Jungkook had a fight with Chanyeol. To this day you don't know how and why it happened, but they had a disagreement at football practice, which led up to a fight between them. ,,Don't glorify that boy's actions just because other people do it too," your dad grunts. ,,Jungkook is the sweetest guy ever. If you would actually know him, you wouldn't say those things about him." ,,Honey, a boy can act the nicest and most respectful to you ever, you'll never know his true self," your mum tells. ,,You're both judging a boy you've never met, by other people's rumours and prejudices." ,,Sweetie, we're only doing this, because we want to protect you." Your mother puts an empathetic smile on her face. ,,I- I actually didn't want to say this, but I heard he does drugs too." ,,You're not going with him," you father instantly shoots. ,,You just heard that, mum. You don't know." ,,Stop protecting that boy, y/n. The rumours flying around town are always true." Your dad's jaw twitches. He's getting angrier with every defensive sentence coming from you. ,,They are not true. They are twisted lies to make other people look bad. You both should know by now," you spit. ,,I'm calling Chanyeol's dad now." The glare that your dad sends your way causes shivers scuttling down your spine. You want to dissappear. But as your father taps on his display a few times, fear creeps up your body. ,,D-dad, don't to that! You'd embarrass yourself if Chanyeol has someone to go with. Don't ask his dad, please." At that, your father perks up, thumb hovering over the call button. Your words make him rethink his decision. Eventually, he puts his phone back into his pocket. Of course he would only listen if it has something to do with his reputation. He didn't care if he'd embarrass you. He never cared about your feelings. You shake your head, scoffing at your parents actions. ,,All you both care about is your reputation. You don't care about your daughter having to go to prom alone, the only thing you're truly worrying about is people talking behind your backs, talking shit about how pathetic this family is." ,,Y/n!" your mum utters in disbelief. ,,Watch your tone!" ,,But it's true!" ,,I don't know where you got that assumption from, but it's false. Why would you ever think that way about us?" Your father levels you with a cold, disappointed look. ,,Where I got that from? Tell me, what's the reason why you want me to be with Chanyeol so badly?" you question, crossing your arms. You impatiently wait for an answer, but before he got the chance to reply, you say something sooner. ,,Because his dad is the CEO of that big company you want to make deals with, isn't that so?

You don't care about me, you don't care about Chanyeol - you only care about money and your business!" ,,Honey, this goes too far. Don't be disrespectful to your dad when he is only trying to provide for our family." You stand up. Your sick of hearing your mum and dad disavowing the most obvious things. ,,I'm going," you announce. ,,Don't know when I'll be back. Maybe I'll stay over at Sooyoung's." You have a scratchy feeling in your throat. You're not used to talk that clamorously. ,,Be thankful I'm still letting you go, despite your impudent behaviour, y/n," your dad says. ,,I wasn't being rude. You're just talking badly about someone you've never met! Jungkook is nice and I like him!" You don't care about his reply to that, walking out of the kitchen and aiming for the front door. You need to get out of this sick house right now. ,,You are not going to prom with Jungkook, y/n!" You whirl around. ,,I fucking know!" you yell. ,,How could I when he never bothered to ask me!" ,,Don't talk to me like-" You don't hear the rest of his sentence. You storm out of the house, door falling shut with a loud bang, and get into your car. Crying seems tempting as you stare ahead, streets glimmering in the sunset glow, all empty and lonely. But you didn't do your make-up for an hour to ruin it because of a moronic reason - your moronic parents. So you start you engine and drive to school. Motivated by the excitement that unfolds inside of you whenever Jungkook flashes through your mind. He will ask you. You are certain. ~ ,,Jimin is such an idiot," Sooyoung complains and stares back at Jimin's car where he talks with one of his friends. ,,What's wrong?" you ask, eyes roaming over the whole parking lot to find that one person. ,,He is wearing a black suit!" ,,What's wrong about that?" ,,I told him to wear a dark blue one, so we could match, but that stupid fool spilled juice all over it." She groans. That makes you take a look at Jimin as well, and, yes, he is wearing a black suit indeed. ,,Don't worry, black goes well with your dress too," you say, glancing at her midnight blue dress. ,,I can't even be mad at him, because he looks too cute." You laugh. If Sooyoung has a hard time staying mad at you, then she truly sees you as someone important in her life. ,,You're so whipped for him." ,,Where's Jungkook?" she suddenly asks, annoyance lacing her voice again. Craning her neck she scans all the people standing in the parking area. ,,Didn't see him yet." ,,I swear, if he isn't going to ask you out, I'm gonna fight his stupid ass for that." ,,Who's ass are you going to fight?" Jimin asks when he's suddenly next to Sooyoung, a hand wrapped around her waist. ,,No one's," you clarify. ,,You looks very pretty, by the way." He says, sending you one of his charming smiles. ,,Oh, uh - thank you." Heat prickles your cheeks. Sooyoung nudges his side with her elbow. ,,Where's my compliment?" she sulks. ,,I already complimented you." ,,You think one compliment is enough?" she says scandalised. ,,Well, then where's my compliment?" ,,You wore the wrong suit, Jimin. Don't even start." ,,You aren't going to compliment me because of a stupid colour?" Jimin scoffs. ,,The colour of our outfits is important you dingus!" ,,Then compliment me about my hair?" he lightly touches the styled strands that fall over his forehead in the most elegant way you've ever seen. ,,I want to the barber to get this hairstyle." ,,I'm amazed by your efforts Jimin, really," Sooyoung rolls her eyes. ,,But why not put that much effort in the outfit, hm?" They continue their bickering even when you start walking towards the gym. You listen to their petty fight with a half smile. It's when you're only a few metres away from the big gym entrance - that's when you see Jungkook. A casual outfit, black suit and tie, forehead covered by his brown bangs and grasping a rose with one hand. It's simple, but your stomach is filled with butterflies. He stands there, eyes wandering over the crowd of

people. He's waiting for someone. You swallow. This is your chance. You square your shoulders, back straighter now, and concentrate on not tripping over your heels. You don't care that someone brushes past you, almost nudging you to the side with how fast and close they're walking. You just have one boy in mind. For a second you look back at Sooyoung and Jimin but both of them are caught up in their petty fights and don't pay much attention to you. It was just a second, really, just a quick glance over your shoulders, but when you look ahead again, your heart feels like it's going to combust. A girl - Hanna you think her name is - is now with Jungkook, the rose he kept in his hand now placed in hers. And the radiant smile on her glossy lips is nearly making you trip. You gulp. All the disappointment, hurt, ache, shame and embarrassment down your throat. He wasn't waiting for you. What a silly thought to even believe in. You tell thought you'd have a chance with him. All the times he was teasing and flirting with you made you assume he had a thing for you. But you were a fool to think that. Maybe that's just his normal way to talk to girls. Maybe you weren't special after all. ~ Sooyoung tried to make this night as endurable as possible for you. A "he's here with someone else" from you and a look into your sad eyes was enough for her to give Jungkook a slap on the face. You don't know if you actually support her actions, but to be completely truthful, you feel hurt and it gave you a tiny bit of satisfaction to see his nonplussed face afterwards. You actually had a decent time with Sooyoung and Jimin and other friends, despite feeling so down at first. Chanyeol showed up with some girl from the cheerleading team. It didn't hurt seeing him with someone else. You're over him. But you felt ache starting to bloom inside your chest when the slow dancing started and you just sat there, watching the crowd dance with their partners all intimately. That's when you felt tears sitting behind your eyes that were threatening to spill the more your thoughts would dwell on the upsetting conflicts you faced today. Your feelings were a mess and so you decided to hide in the bathroom stall for a bit before your calmed down enough to see people again. You feel pathetic. You should be out there and be happy. But instead you're in a bathroom stall crying because you can't control your emotions and you're just too sensitive for everything. The small bathroom stall starts to feel suffocating so you get outside, but not before fixing your make up in the mirror. You walk around the school campus till you catch sight of Jungkook. Seeing Jungkook leisurely lean against the wall of the old and tall school building makes something switch inside you. You don't feel as sad as before. Which is confusing, considering how disappointed he made you after realising that he chose another girl over you. But he's alone right now. And you are alone too. And you'd liked to stay with him. You're so focused on calming your breaths and trying to force a little smile up your face, to not look like you just had a mental break down in the school bathroom, to notice the way he hurriedly throws a small thing on the floor and crushes it with his shoe sole. You stroll towards him, careful to not trip over your long dress. When your leaning against the wall next to him you're able to smell is scent. Weirdly, it comforts you. ,,Did you cry?" he asks cautiously, eyes tinted in concern as he studies your flush cheeks, red nose and glassy eyes. You take a deep, exhausted breath. ,,I just hate my parents sometimes." Your voice is thick. The crying undeniably apparent. ,,Had a fight with them?" ,,Kinda," you shrug. ,,But that's nothing new." ,,Do, uh, do you want me to drive you home?" ,,No, it's fine. I'm fine. It's all good know." He takes a look at you to see if you're actually fine, but the dazzling smile on your face makes it impossible to see through. He doesn't know if you're pretending right now, but he thinks that

there might be a reason as to why you'd be doing that, so he decides to not ask further. ,,Do you like her?" Jungkook looks a bit confused at first, not understanding who you are referring to. ,,Oh? Oh, Hanna? Uhm no. I don't like like her." ,,Then why did you ask her out for prom?" ,,She seems nice." You sink your teeth into your lip, gaze dropping down to his chest. Looking into his innocent face is too hard when he practically tells you that someone who just "seems nice" is a better option than you, someone he has been flirting for weeks now - and yet, he's more interested in going out with her, a girl you've never even saw him talking to. ,,I thought you'd be coming with Chanyeol." You furrow your eyebrows and drift your eyes up. ,,Why would you think that?" Jungkook swallows, stumbling over his words. ,,Don't know, you both are still friends, so I assumed you'd come together." ,,Well, he's still my ex and it'd be weird to go to prom together." You still didn't exactly understand why Chanyeol asked you, the answer to his question should've been obvious to him. ,,Yeah," Jungkook nods. ,,You're right." ,,I actually waited for someone to ask me, but he didn't." You sigh, leaning your head back against the cold wall of the school building. Jungkook frowns. How could the most beautiful girl not get asked by the guy she wanted to? He thought at least every boy in school tried to ask you. ,,So why didn't you ask him?" Jungkook jokes, trying to uplift the mood when he notices the disappointment lingering in your eyes. You give him a small smile. ,,Didn't want to embarrass myself." ,,What are you talking about? Everyone would feel honoured to get asked by you." You roll your eyes. ,,Stop saying stuff to make me feel better." ,,But it's working," he teases, raising his brows to prove his point. You're biting away your grin, swatting his biceps. ,,You're impossible!" ,,I'm probably the most delightful company you're gonna get tonight, sweetheart." ,,That's actually sad," you say. Jungkook clicks his tongue. ,,You're mean." ,,No, I mean like, it's sad because everyone else in this building is not nice and there are douchebags everywhere." ,,I'm gonna tell Sooyoung." You level him with an unimpressed look. ,,You don't even like her." ,,She just slapped me in the face! Of course I don't like her!" he exclaims offended. ,,Yeah...about that, I'm really sorry." ,,I'd really like to know for what I deserved that." Jungkook rubs his cheek with his hand, the memory of Sooyoung's palm colliding with his face making him grimace. ,,Right? Me too," you lie. ,,Aw come on, you're both practically the same person. Don't tell me you don't know what that was for," he accuses and now completely turns to you, taking a step forward. ,,I really don't know," you lie again, staring into his eyes and hardly trying to not look away to not make you look suspicious. But when he takes another step into your direction - the proximity between you two suddenly an inch apart - you find yourself getting perplexed with the close proximity and it's like every thought you had in mind gets washed away by one bat of his eyelashes. There's just Jungkook in your head. Nothing else. And maybe that's all you need. Jungkook raises his arm, his hand cupping your cheek. You gulp the sudden dryness of your mouth away, heart drumming in your chest. He slowly drags his hand up your face, thumb wiping the skin right below the outer corner of your eye, his focus set on that small spot he rubs with his digit. You stop breathing altogether. Your heartbeat skips a nervous beat. It's possible that you may pass out from lack of oxygen. ,,Your makeup," he explains, almost whispering. ,,The...mascara? Was a bit smudged here." His hand lingers on your face for a while before he withdraws his arm completely, but he continues standing close to you, doesn't intend on taking a step back. ,,T- thank you." You offer him a little appreciative smile, heart still fluttering from the small gesture. ,,No problem." He

doesn't smile back, but keeps his eyes locked on your orbs, looking at you like you're something magical, something rare and utterly gorgeous. Jungkook looks so handsome. His face glows in the dim lights that the poor street lamps provide for you. The urge to kiss those plump lips suddenly arises within you and you can't prevent yourself from staring at his mouth. You'd have to bend a little forward - your heels high enough that you don't have to get on your tiptoes to reach him - and you'd be able to seal your mouth with his. But then Jungkook takes a step back and it's over. He goes back to leaning against the wall. You notice the faint hint of an amusement smile and have to bite back a smile that would've filled your cheeks. Your phone rings in your purse. Sooyoung is calling you. ,,Sooyoung?" you say after answering the phone. ,,Did you leave?" ,,No, I went outside for a little while." ,,Oh, are you okay?" ,,I'm fine, just needed some fresh air," you reply. ,,And maybe I got a little bored watching you guys slow dance," you laugh. She giggles. ,,But now you missed me picking up a fight with a girl." ,,What?" You almost yell. ,,Why did you pick up a fight?" ,,She interrupted Jimin and me in the middle of dancing and asked if she could dance with him for a bit! The audacity she has? He's my date, not hers." You roll your eyes. ,,I bet Jimin enjoyed watching two girls fight over him." ,,Definitely. Maybe a little too much." She pauses, then says. ,,Are you coming back inside?" You drift your eyes to Jungkook, and it's like he can feel your stare, because he turns his head and looks at you as well. You hesitate before you answer. But when you see the stars in his eyes lighting up the longer he looks at you, you know what you want. ,,Uh, no, I think I'm going to stay here for a little longer." Talking while keeping your gaze on his star filled eyes is hard, but it's like a magnetic force keeping your gaze fixed on his. A shy small forms on his face when you look at each other that lovingly, your face twisted in a replica of his. You hang up. ,,Should I be concerned that Sooyoung apparently picked up a fight with a girl?" You shake your head. ,,Not at all." Both of you laugh and you feel the exact moment when all of the negative emotions that you carried inside you heart fade and instead gets filled with giddiness and flurry. And just like many other times, you are stunned by the effect that Jeon Jungkook has over you. In all honesty, this was not how you always imagined your first prom to go like, but at least you've got to spend it with the person you wished to spend it with.

~ y/n 8:13 pm hiii

jk <3 8:15 pm hey

y/n 8:15 pm my parents aren't home went on a date jk <3 8:15 pm that's nice y/n 8:15 pm duh you wanna come over? jk <3 8:15 pm why not tell me you wanna fuck from the beginning on y/n 8:15 pm well i was trying to be nice and not rude jk <3 8:15 pm i'd be out of my house a minute earlier if you wouldn't beat around the bush y/n 8:16 pm youre on your way already? jk <3 8:16 pm yeah y/n 8:16 pm cool jk <3 8:16 pm is the window open? y/n 8:16 pm always Ten minutes later Jungkook climbs through your bedroom window. Peculiarly, your heart flitters in a silly manner as you take in Jungkook in his dazzling splendour. ,,Still looks exactly the same in here," Jungkook comments, eyes wandering around your room. It's true, the room you grew up in didn't change. Every piece of furniture, decoration and posters that you hung up your wall are at the exact same spot. The only thing looking a little vacant is your bookshelf. It's not filled to the maximum with every book that you own anymore. There is quite some space left after you brought your favourite books with you to Los Angeles. ,,Feels like I went back in time to three years ago," he says, still eyeing your soft coloured and innocent looking room. Strangely, a feeling of comfort ambles up his back as he slowly realises that he hasn't been in this room for three years. Though you both haven't spent a lot of time in here, it still sparks up these innocent and long forgotten moments in the early stages of your relationship. ,,So it's not weird to do this?" you ask, closing the distance and giving him a short kiss. ,,Not at all," he whispers against your mouth. His arms naturally fall around your waist. You grin, standing on your tiptoes to go for another kiss. This time he doesn't allow you to pull back though, his hand on the back of your head keeps your lips sealed with his. With his other hand groping your ass through your short summer dress the kisses become more frantic and fierce. It's only when you feel the back of your knees colliding with your bed that you realise Jungkook had been slowly pushing you back while he was busy roaming his tongue around yours. Coaxing the smallest moans out of you. You let yourself fall on your bed, crawling back till you feel your pillows beneath your head. With Jungkook between your spread legs your fingers roam over his body. Fingers sweep over his buff arms, broad shoulders and muscular back. You pull his t-shirt, waiting for him to take the hint and remove it to give you access to his perfectly build body, but Jungkook moved on to your neck, his lips locked on your skin like he does not plan on leaving that place. ,,Don't leave marks." Your fingers move through his fluffy hair. Jungkook utters a sound of complain. ,,There are already marks from yesterday there," he reasons. Sucking on your flesh between his plush lips right after. ,,Yeah, and my parents gave me sceptic glares when they saw that." You give him a gentle kick with your foot on his back to make him stop. ,,So what's the matter if they already saw it?" he mumbles, that wicked tongue of his licking over the freshly made mark. ,,See, this looks so pretty on you." A proud and cocky smile flashes across his lips as his thumb brushes over his work. ,,Fuck me and you get to suck as many hickeys on my neck as you want to," you propose, tugging at his t-shirt again. Jungkook won't let you having to say that twice. A moment later he is off the bed, taking off all of his clothes. You remove your light purple dress, that's embroidered with little flowers all over it, from your body and toss it through the room. Before you get the chance to remove your underwear, Jungkook looms over you again. ,,I like these," he compliments, digits trailing over the soft material of your bra. It's rose laced bra that makes your tits look so divine and full. ,,It's cute, right?" Jungkook only finds himself nodding. The light pink lace hugging your curves is so mesmerising, he isn't able to say anything coherent. He gets ripped out of his

thoughts when he feels your hand around his hard cock. A low moan forces its way out of his throat when you rub his head. ,,Going to fuck you in your cute outfit, yeah?" One hand up your tits, kneading your heavy flesh, he starts rocking his hips into your palm. ,,I thought of you when I put these on," you confess, eyes lighting up in success when you see him visibly swallowing at your words. ,,Fuck." He spreads your legs further to make more room for himself. ,,Did you think of me fucking you in this?" You nod with a sheepish bite of your lips. ,,Just look at that," Jungkook smirks. Fingers sliding over the wet patch on your panties. You gasp, the flimsy and thin thing covering your pussy barely doing its job. ,,You still didn't get enough of me, did you?" ,,I could never." Your hand which was around his cock falls limb on the bed when Jungkook tugs your panties to the side and caresses your bare pussy with his digit. ,,You're already soaking my fingers," he says, slipping his index in. You whine, toes curling. ,,Want to feel your cock," you pout. ,,Let me prep your first, babe." You shake your head, grabbing his wrist before he can put another finger into you. ,,Want to feel your cock stretching me out." You bat your eyelashes. ,,Please?" He sighs, withdrawing his fingers from you. Jungkook can't resist you, especially with that look on your face. Pumping his now hard cock a few times he starts to stroke the tip over your wet cunt, aligning himself on your entrance. Hands on your hips, he slowly pushes past your lips and gingerly buries himself inside. You welcome the stretch and the burn that comes with it, sighing pleased when his tip gets as deep as he can. You palm your breast, wrapping your legs around Jungkook's waist. He watches your hand playing with your tit. He still has to grasp that you put on this sexy lingerie just for him. His hips clash against your body, moving in a fast pattern. Jungkook doesn't know where to keep his eyes at, your soft pussy taking all of his cock, your fingers flicking at your harden nub or your eyes rolling back when pleasure overtakes you. Wherever he settles his eyes on, his cock throbs with satisfaction. You draw Jungkook's attention to your lips when you teeth sink into your plush bottom lip. He brushes his thumb over it and you release your lip. Teasingly, you dart your tongue out, giving his thumb a little lick with amused eyes. He proceeds to put one finger inside you mouth and you willingly close your mouth, circling your tongue around his digit. His other hand is bruising your waist with his fingers and he starts hammering your pussy faster. The moans he feels around his finger inside your mouth drives him crazy. You grab his wrist and make him retrieve his finger from your mouth, placing his hand on your throat instead. ,,Fuck, you're such a slut, aren't you, babe?" He groans, pressing onto your throat at the right places to make your mind all fuzzy. ,,Only for you." You tug at your nipple when you feel his big, tattooed hand around your neck. He leans down, kissing down the valley of your tits. You tug your bra down for him, allowing him to kiss, lick and suck all he wants. ,,Need you deeper, Jungkook," you say. ,,Turn around for me, babe," he tells you. ,,Lay flat on your tummy." You do as he tells you. Jungkook pulls one of the couple pillows that are perched against the headboard of your bed, placing it beneath your stomach. He slides his cock back inside and oh fuck, his dick is so so deep and brushing your g-spot just perfectly. ,,God, this is good, Jungkook. So damn good, ohh." Jungkook's balls hitting you over and over again rings through the room. The wet sounds your pussy produces get louder the more Jungkook pounds you from behind. You love feeling him as deep as possible. His palms skim over your back and goose bumps bloom on your skin right after. Brushing your hair to one shoulder he starts licking a stripe up your neck. ,,Not too many," you warn. ,,Hm?" He nibbles at your earlobe. ,,Hickeys. Not

too many, please." ,,Okay, I promise, my angel." Mouth back on

your neck he sucks your skin between his lips. You feel so good like this. There are sparks of pleasure in every corner of your body and they engorge the more Jungkook thrusts his cock inside you in that tempo. You whine, feeling your body get ready for the roll of bliss that will root everywhere inside you. It crashes over you with a small push, coaxing your hands to grip at the sheets beneath you to not get overwhelmed by the intense feeling. ,,That's my girl," Jungkook praises. Giving your neck little smooches. He fucks you through your high and you're certain that you see the stars behind your closed eyelids. ,,Want to ride me?" You nod lazily, slowly getting up with Jungkook's help. He sits against the headboard, pulling you by the waist to have you seated on his lap. Your small hands grabs his cock, while your grip his shoulder with your other one. You guide him to your cunt, gradually sinking down on his beautiful cock. You moan in unison, wrapping your arms around his neck. ,,Your pussy is heaven," he mutters. His fists are full with the meat of your ass. You start moving, rocking your hips back and forth first before Jungkook helps you to go up and down on his length. Your tits bounce with every rise of your hips and he unclasps your bra to get a better look at them bouncing in front of his face. He kneads them, circling his tongue around a nipple before he lightly tugs at them with his teeth. You mewl, pulling the hair on the nape of his neck. ,,Just like that. Your hips are a blessing, shit. You're so good," he encourages, face between squished between your big tits. ,,Jungkook." ,,Yeah? Gonna cum again?" He draws circles on your clit when you nod, hand grabbing your face by the cheeks and making you pout by the pressure of his fingers. ,,Be my good girl and coat my cock with all your juices, yeah? Can you do that for me?" Letting his hand fall down to your throat he gives you the chance to speak, but all that bubbles past your lips are curses and whines and moans. Your pleasure intensifies — subtly at first but then it starts to escalate more and more quickly until your whole body tenses with one of the best feelings in the world. Jungkook wraps his arms around you, pushing you down the mattress and hovering over you again. Your high is still sending you into another dimension while he fucks you rough and fast, aiming for his own orgasm. ,,Can I cum on your tits?" he asks, watching them roll with every snap of his hip. ,,Spill your cum all over my tits, Koo," you say, palming them as you talk. He bites back a moan as he hastily pulls his cock from your tight cunt, straddling your waist and pumping it right above your chest. He had other plans in mind, but when he saw your perfectly round tits bounce in front of his face his plans drastically changed. Hot white cum spurts over your breasts and Jungkook whines above you. When he emptied all of his seed on you, you rub some of it into your skin. You swipe your finger across his cum, teasingly holding it in front of his eyes. ,,Want some?" you grin, not even waiting for an actual answer before you put it in your mouth. But Jungkook stops you before you can swallow, pressing his lips on yours. ,,Don't swallow," he demands. ,,Open for me." You open your cum coated mouth and Jungkook spits on your tongue. Before you can close your mouth, he drags his tongue inside, tasting himself and your saliva on your wet muscle. It's so obscene and gross that it turns you on, making your pussy yearn for more. After a couple of seconds of swirling your tongue around each other he lets go of you and allows you to swallow. That night you both fool around some more, Jungkook shows you new things you've never tried before, and you have a lot of fun - well, up until you hear the door open downstairs and your parents entering the house. You've never seen Jungkook put on his clothes that quick before, stumbling over his own feet while changing and making you laugh out loud - the alarmed expression he sent your way only made you giggle louder and

didn't have quite the effect he wanted to achieve. And then he hopped out of your window before you could give him a proper good night kiss.

~ that one afternoon when you said those magic words to me ,,Hey." Jungkook's soft voice rings through your ear, his velvety tone making your heart flutter with giddiness. He nudges your cheek with his nose. Your eyes trail off of the words in your book and you avert your gaze at his radiant face. Jungkook glows today, he looks ethereal and stunning every single day, but today he shines like the stars at night. ,,I love you." A moment of silence passes by. I love you, I love you, I love you. Your brain repeats his words for what feels like an eternity. He said it. And your heart is teeming with love for him too. ,,I love you," you say back. Jungkook didn't expect you to say it back. He only said it because you looked so cute lying down on the towel, completely enraptured in reading your romance book, a sheepish smile adorning your face every time you come across a soppy line in the book. Usually he is able to maintain an unaffected disguise while his chest is brimming with adoration for you and thinks about other stuff to distract himself, but today he couldn't pretend. Today he couldn't suppress the impulse of telling you how much he loves you. And then it just happened. But it seems like you enjoyed hearing it. Jungkook knows that you are trying to hide it, but you don't know that he is aware of every emotion that crosses you, despite your attempts of hiding it. Maybe he is crazy, too obsessed with studying every change of reaction from you, but he can't take his eyes off you whenever you're with him. Can't stop himself from gawking at every little detail you have to offer. You're too precious, too adorable, too loveable. He never felt so deeply for another person. Jungkook thinks that he never met a person like you before. You are the perfect match for each other. He hopes he doesn't need to meet someone else that fits him so perfectly in the future. Because in Jungkook's world you are his future. Jungkook smiles, and his face is like the sun. He bops his nose with yours, bunny smile on display. ,,I love you," he repeats. A giddy smile tugs on your lips. ,,I love you." And suddenly Jungkook leans forward, catching your lips in a heated kiss. Your book slips down to your side as Jungkook catches you off guard when he hovers over you, moving his lips against yours in a fierce way. The trees rustle in the background, the laughter from your friends, who are playing in the water, reaches you, but Jungkook and you couldn't care less about your surroundings. The sloppy sounds of your hungry lips seeking each other mouths sounds like a beautiful melody in your ears. His tongue dips into your mouth, slowly dancing around yours before moving on to sucking your lower lip. You moan softly, spreading your legs a little when he bites your lip. His hand skims down to your thigh and he rubs over your soft skin, over and over again. You love him, you love this boy so much that it aches in your chest. Without much self control you allow your hands to roam over his broad shoulders. The feeling of his buff body on your fingers elicits little sparkles of fire to burn though your veins. Making you hotter with every passing second that you can feel him with your touch. It prickles. Starting from your toes to your head. You tell yourself that it's the sun beaming down on you, but when you feel that particular warmth arising between your legs, you can't blame it on the sun anymore. His hands are now grasping the doughy skin on your waist. He stops your little make out session to whisper another I love you against your lips. And you pull him closer by his neck to answer him. And then he kisses you again, with the exact same amount of energy and determination as when he started, because there's no better thing in the world than hearing the person your world revolves around returning your love. (And maybe he is also driven by the fact that your body feels so good under his hands and with every minute passing gets more passionate for you. But he likes to keep it in the more

romantic way.) But soon enough the moment is over. ,,Hey! Get a room!" Taehyung shouts from the lake, throwing a small beach ball in your direction. ,,We're not doing anything!" you argue. ,,I bet you a hundred dollars that Jungkook had other plans in mind." Jungkook has a shy grin plastered on his face. You giggle at his expression. ,,Now both of you come in! We wanna play water volleyball," Taehyung says. ,,Oh, and please bring the ball with you." Jungkook places another smooch on your kiss. And then your cheek. And then your nose before he finally stands up again, taking you with him in the process. He fixes the strap of your bikini top before intertwining your hands. ,,Go and get it yourself," you tease as Jungkook and you walk over to the lake. Taehyung groans. ,,You both are annoying." Jungkook's only reaction is giving him the middle finger. Taehyung should fuck off, he doesn't know what it feels like to be in love - and not just in love, that's an understatement - Taehyung doesn't know how it feels like to be in love with you.

You love the lake. That's why you've got immediately excited when Sooyoung told you that the guys were planning a little party by the lake in the evening. While everyone else was still getting the alcohol out of their cars and prepping some things up, you decided to stay with Jungkook on his towel that he laid out in the grass, in front of the lake. He was already lying down when you arrived here. And without even opening his eyes he accepted you lifting his arm up and making room for yourself to snuggle up at his side. No one sends a weird glance at the both of you. For them it was obvious that you would end up together when you'd visit because, well, Jungkook and you are inseparable. You're meant for each other. Though you saw Jungkook today already - he took you out to watch a movie at the movie theatre - it feels like decades have past since you last saw him. ,,You smell different," you say. That was the first thing you noticed when you snuggled to his side. You crane your neck and look at him, flushing when you notice he had been already staring at you. ,,I smoked before I came here." ,,Is that why your pupils are dilated so much?" You tilt your head upwards and take a glance at his eyes. ,,Did you ever hear that pupils dilate when you look at someone you're in love with?" He says as he looks down at you. Your heart throbs at his use of the L-word. You ignore it, too scared to inquire more about his feelings. ,,Uh, y-yeah. I think I heard it somewhere." You hide your face in his chest. That wasn't what you expected. A resentful feeling blooms in Jungkook's chest. He hoped for a different reaction. His fault though, he should have foreseen it. You try to forget what he just told you, despite your whole body yearning for his words. Yearning to return them. But you both shouldn't be doing this. ,,Last one to get into the lake is a looser!" Taehyung suddenly screams, running towards the jetty and jumping into the lake with a huge splash. You smile, dragging yourself up. ,,Come on," you nudge Jungkook's side. You take off your pink and white heart plaid top and shimmy out of your high waist shorts. Jungkook needs to swallow when he takes your bikini in. It's light purple with little daisies printed all over them. He won't even allow himself to think about how beautifully the material hugs your tits and how badly he just wants to rip it off your chest to feel them. He arrives back to reality when he feels your hands moving his shirt up his body. He helps you, taking his t-shirt completely off. When you're both ready to get into the lake - and after you stole some glances off his toned chest - you jump into the lake as well. You feel free. As free as never before. And you cling onto that feeling. Keeping it safe inside your heart to never forget it. ~ You're curled up against Jungkook's side, his arm securely wrapped around your body. He whispers something in your ear, making you giggle and swatting his naked chest playfully. ,,God, I'm getting sick of watching you guys. There's literally no difference from now and back when we were high-school students," Sooyoung grimaces and stands up. You roll your eyes. ,,You're just jealous because Ji-" ,,Shut up!" You press your lips together, but can't force the smile away that forms on your mouth. Sooyoung gives you a long glare, before she walks off. ,,What's the matter?" Jungkook asks as soon as he's sure that she won't pick up on your conversation. ,,She has a crush on Jimin, but it's pretty difficult with him, cause...he's flirtatious with everyone. And Sooyoung's trying to make it really obvious that she is flirting with him, but he doesn't really understand it? I don't know, Jimin has a hard time grasping that Sooyoung likes him and she's pretty frustrated with him. I mean, I told her to just talk with him, but she wants to be sure that he has something for her too before she makes a move." ,,Ah, I see. But I think she shouldn't be too upset about it - Jimin definitely has a thing for her too." ,,How would you

know?" ,,Just look at him," Jungkook replies, pointing his chin at Jimin. You avert your gaze from Jungkook's starlight filled eyes to Jimin, who's sitting somewhere near the uncountable glasses and cans of alcohol. His eyes are fixated on Sooyoung, who is occupied with talking to Taehyung, a small - you have to squint your eyes to really catch it - smile curving his mouth. He watches her intently, looking like he can't force his eyes off of her. ,,Oh my god," you mumble, shocked about how unsuspecting you were all this time about something apparently so obvious. ,,But don't tell her yet, she should suffer and get more frustrated before she knows." ,,Why do you still feel hatred towards my best friend?!" Your brows pinch as you look up to him, ready to fight Jungkook if he says something wrong. ,,She slapped me at junior prom!" ,,She had a good reason to!" you defend your best friend. ,,Fuck, I'm never going to forgive myself for not asking you out." Jungkook shakes his head, still crestfallen about his decisions back in high school. ,,Me too," you sulk. Just a couple minutes later Chanyeol and Taehyung sit down next to you both and you instantly fall into a pleasant conversation with them. ,,Hey, Jungkook," Chanyeol says, after you talked about that one math teacher in high-school that had a not so secret affair with one of the students. You confessed that you actually found him hot too, and maybe daydreamed about him when you had his class and all three of them gave you sideway glances. ,,Hm?" He doesn't look at Chanyeol, more interested in squeezing your bare hip and whispering everything but innocent stuff in your ear. ,,You never told me why you didn't take the scholarship." Jungkook stops his teasing as soon as he hears those words and looks over at Chanyeol with hesitant eyes. ,,A scholarship?" you ask confused. You've never heard Jungkook getting a scholarship before. Taehyung remains silent. ,,I just didn't feel like it anymore," Jungkook replies. And though you have no clue what this is about, he doesn't seem quite convincing. A surprised laughter bubbles from Chanyeol's lips. ,,Bro, that was a huge thing! You can't tell me that you just didn't feel like it anymore. You've worked so hard to get there and then you didn't take the chance all of a sudden." ,,What scholarship are you talking about?" You look at Chanyeol. You feel like he would give you more answers than Jungkook. Perhaps because you feel him slowly slipping away from your tangled bodies and sits more upright, creating a small distance. ,,He got a scholarship for one of the top football teams, and he didn't take it." You turn your head to Jungkook, mouth agape in shock. ,,When?" ,,In senior year," Chanyeol answers. ,,Wait, why didn't you take that opportunity?" you ask, but Jungkook shrugs it off. ,,I just answered that." And with that he pushes your arms off his body. He stands up and strolls away. He joins Namjoon who is busying himself with mixing alcohol together. You stare after him, a bit dumbfounded at his abrupt occurrence of aloofness. ,,You didn't know about it?" Chanyeol questions and you shake your head. ,,Weird..." He never told you. For whatever reason. ,,Maybe y'all shouldn't ask him about stuff he clearly doesn't want to talk about," Taehyung speaks up before getting up too and joining Jungkook. You feel left out, perhaps even a little hurt, and can't seem to find a reason why Jungkook would ever hide something so big from you. ~ You're drunk. With Jungkook not being on your side you got a little bored. No offense to your other friends, but you just needed something to lift up your mood a little. And now you're on a hunt to find Jungkook. Well, not quite a hunt, because he's literally standing a few metres away from you, talking to Namjoon. ,,Koo," you whine. You hug his arm, boobs pressing against him as you look up at him with a pout. You cut him off in the middle of his sentence. He heaves a little sigh and sneaks an arm around your waist. ,,What is it?"

,,Missed you." ,,I was here the whole time, babe." ,,But you were talking with him," - you point your chin at Namjoon - ,,And not me." ,,I didn't think you'd need my company. You seemed to have a lot of fun with Chanyeol back there." You did have fun. But you won't admit that, because even if you're drunk, you're not stupid. You don't want to irritate Jungkook further. ,,Yeah, well, what else am I gonna do if you leave me without another word?" One hand slides to his toned stomach, abs flexing under the brush of your fingers. ,,It's not like you don't see Namjoon everyday in your life anyway..." you sass. Namjoon lifts his palms in surrender. ,,Sorry, didn't know someone wanted some alone time with her boy," he smiles. ,,He's all yours now." He winks at your direction before he leaves. ,,Are you mad at me?" you ask. ,,I'm not mad at you." ,,Kiss me if you aren't mad." You purse your lips. Jungkook smiles a little at your cuteness. Then he leans down, pecking your lips the softest he has ever done. ,,Hey," you complain. ,,A kiss. No peck." You purse your lips again, waiting for his mouth. ,,How do you define a kiss?" ,,Tongue, lots of tongue." He chuckles. ,,You want lots of tongue?" ,,Pretty please." When your mouths clash together, and his tongue dips into your mouth, you couldn't have been more satisfied. They dance around each other, wet muscles exploring already familiar territory. You stand in front of him now. His hand are anchored in the soft curves of your hips, a hand sneakily wandering down to give your ass a good squeeze for a second. You moan lightly, placing your hands on his defined chest. ,,Was that enough tongue?" He breathes against your lips. ,,Uh-huh," you nod, shyly biting your lip. As you look into his face while normalising your breathing again, you can't believe how handsome he is. And then those eyes. God, you'd never get bored of staring into these stunning eyes. It's tragic that you won't get to stare into them for the rest of your life. You cup his face with both your hands. ,,Jungkook," you sigh dreamily, the stars in his eyes twinkling like a greeting. ,,I love..." You pause. Head is spinning, maybe from the alcohol but you think it's rather the beautiful shining orbs that rob your mind from being capable of speaking normal. Jungkook tenses. ,,I love these eyes," you finally finish. He exhales, but not in relief. ,,You drank too much." A tint of worry covers his voice as he looks straight back into your eyes, glancing at you like he is trying to figure something out. ,,Mh, no," you pout. ,,I forgot how...I forgot how beautiful you are." ,,What?" His brows pinch. You don't make any sense. ,,I-I don't like that," you mutter. Your eyes get teary. ,,I don't want to forget anything about you. You're special, Jungkook. You're so special to me." Voice shaking and lips quivering, you cup his face harder, squishing his cheeks. Jungkook grabs your wrist. ,,It's okay. It's okay to forget," Unlike you his voice is soft and not on the verge of almost crying. He tries to comfort you, but his attempt is fruitless. You shake your head. ,,N-no. Not you. Everyone, but you." Your grip loosens. Tears blurring your vision. ,,As long as you keep me in here," - Jungkook places his hand over his heart - ,,it's fine." You reach for your heart. ,,You are in there. Always." With the other hand still on his face your skim your thumb over his bottom lip. ,,Then it's okay if you forget." ,,Yeah?" you ask, hope lingering in your voice. ,,Yeah." ,,I think...I think I'll keep you in here forever," you say, the promise oh so easily falling from your lips. ,,You'll keep me in your heart forever?" He brushes a strand of hair out of your face, a tiny smile forming on his lips. You nod, eyes never leaving his sparkly ones. ,,Am I...Am I in yours too?" you ask hesitantly. Chest tightening as you await his answer. Jungkook furrows his brows. ,,Y/n..." His pitying tone prompts you to drop your gaze down to his chest. Stupid question.

Why did you even bother asking? Of course he is over you. You were his first love, a foolish crush he had on a random girl in his school, nothing more. ,,Do you really think that you've ever left my heart?" Surprised, your eyes trail back to his face. ,,Really?" ,,Really." A giddy smile graces your features. ,,Promise me that I'll stay in your heart forever?" You hold your pinky up. ,,I promise." He holds his up too, and you both do the pinky promise. You like that he didn't hesitate for a second. It makes you feel comforted. ,,Kookie," you say, hand reaching down to hold hands with his, but instead he interlaces his fingers with yours. He hums on your neck, chills sprouting on your skin. ,,Can you take some pictures of me in the lake?" ,,Sure." He gives your neck a smooch, and you tiptoe to peck his cheek in return. He doesn't shy away from giving your ass a good squeeze before moving on with you. Seconds later, you're both in the water. You handed Jungkook your phone and he stepped back a bit to be able to capture your whole figure on the picture. ,,Hold on a sec," he says, strolling back toward you again. Without explaining, he pulls the strap of your bikini top - that unknowingly fell off your shoulder - back on your shoulder. ,,Thank you," you say, batting your eyelashes up at him. He doesn't even notice. He is more focused on fixing your hair, keeping you all pretty for the pictures he is about to take from you. ,,My beautiful girl...," he mumbles, most likely not realising that he said it out loud. A vivacious ripple hurries through you, leading to a warmth that spreads across your skin, though you are standing in cold water. You pose for him and he takes countless of pictures with your phone. He isn't even aware of the smile on his lips. ,,Honestly, you could use all of them," Jungkook says as he hands your phone back. You giggle. Standing next to him and opening the front camera you hold the phone into the air, getting both of you into the frame. His arm is around your waist. Your cheek is pressed against his chest, in the next one you look up at him and then you take one with your lips pressing a soft kiss on his cheek. ,,And you could post all of these," you tell him, putting you phone on top of the jetty. ,,I don't post a lot on Instagram." ,,I know." ,,You know?" ,,Mhm," you simply say. You're drunk, but not stupid enough to tell him about your secret account that you follow him with. You steer the conversation into another direction. ,,Remember when you fucked me here, in the middle of the lake, at like 2 am back then?" Of course Jungkook remembers. How could he ever forget that eventful night? It was hot and steamy, but also clumsy as the both you never did it in the water before. At first Jungkook had to convince you to get into the lake in the middle of the night. You were scared of the dark and scared of the water. But after Jungkook sprung into the lake, complete naked, you soon followed him after he teasingly splashed water on you. It was a fun night, one of those that you'll never forget and that will always put a smile on your face whenever that memory comes back to mind. ,,Yeah, I remember." ,,Wanna do it again?" ,,Hell no, not there are so many people around, and you're drunk." ,,But you look so hot right now, Jungkook. You're making me feel horny." ,,The alcohol is making you horny." ,,Did you see yourself? Buff and big and wet. I bet my pussy is as wet as the lake right now." A scandalised chuckle bubbles from Jungkook's throat. ,,Shit, I didn't know you're that drunk." ,,I want your cock," you demand like a child. ,,Babe, no." ,,You don't like it when other people watch me getting fucked by you?" ,,Of course I don't like that - wait," he pauses, levels you with a curios stare, cocking his head - ,,Do you like getting watched by people?" ,,I don't care as long as your cock is inside me." You shrug. ,,You got an exhibitionism kink?" ,,You got one too!" you defend yourself. ,,Not that I know of?" ,,In the

gym? You totally didn't care that someone could enter the room at any second." ,,Because I knew that no one would visit the gym in the morning." ,,Yeahh, whatever." One hand tantalisingly skims over his chest. You get closer to Jungkook, looking up at his face that's full of doubt. You pepper a few kisses on his collarbone, slowly reaching up to his neck. ,,Wanna fuck me now? I bet they can't see anything from where they are." ,,You really think so?" he asks, uncertainty coating his words as he turns back to casts a glance at your friends. ,,Dunno, wanna find out?" The cheeky grin on your face nearly makes him groan out load. ,,God, babe, you're gonna be the death of me." ,,Don't die before giving me dick one last time," you sulk. You loop your arms around his neck. Jungkook grabs your hips and pulls you up. You instinctively wrap your legs around his waist and he walks further into the lake, the distance between you and the people in the back not far enough for him. ,,Don't go too deep," you plead, looking down at the water reaching higher with every step Jungkook takes. The lake still scares you at night. ,,I won't, babe," he reassures, pecking your temple. ,,I won't fuck you now," Jungkook says as he stops, finally having found the perfect spot and distance. ,,But..." A sullen sounds erupts from you and with big eyes you look at him, batting your eyelashes. ,,Do you want to cum or not?" ,,Fine," you huff, pecking his nose to make the piercing stare on his face go away. It actually works, his features soften in an instant. ,,Like in the movie theater?" ,,Hm?" ,,You wanna do it like we did in the movie theater?" ,,Yeah, sure." Without a warning, you slide your hand into his swim shorts. Wrapping your fingers around his half erected cock you hear him gasping. ,,Always so eager, aren't you?" he hisses, hooking his fingers in your bikini bottom and dragging his digits along your wet folds. ,,Jesus, your pussy is soaking wet. What a little slut you are." ,,Please put them inside me," you whisper. You tug at the front of his shorts, freeing his dick to have better access to it. You spit in your palm to lubricate it better. ,,Want your pussy filled up?" ,,Mhmm, please," you mewl, dragging your fingers along the nape of his neck. He can't resist your compliant whines, two tattooed fingers vanishing into the tightness of your greedy pussy. You gasp, head falling on his chest as you relish the feeling of his long fingers stretching you open. Despite the pleasure sparking within you, you don't neglect his cock. Hand stroking him in your firm grasp, foreskin getting dragged down with every pull downward. ,,You like getting fucked and pleasured everywhere and whenever you want, don't you?" You lean back again, nodding to his words as you think about all the places that Jungkook fucked you. You are both way too needy and obsessed with each other to withstand the urge to do it everywhere it's possible. ,,I can't help myself when I'm with you." His fingers a drilling into you with a fast pace. You furrow your brows when he curls his fingers, digits brushing over the sweetest area within you. ,,Hide your face, babe. Don't show them how your pretty face looks like when I pleasure you." You nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck. Teeth sinking into the soft flesh of his neck as the sensation of your sweet spot getting caressed burns through your veins. ,,Jungkook," you whine, eyes tightly pressed close. ,,Mhm, what is it, babe?" he whispers, voice strained as he forces himself to hold back the loud moans. ,,You're so good to me," your slur, mind fogged with pleasure. ,,How could I not when you always need me, hm?" Voice soft, gentle and so tender. It makes you want to stay in his arms forever. ,,'m always needy for you," you agree. Your thumb rubs over his cockhead, palm squeezing him with just the perfect amount of strength. ,,Yes you are. You're my needy little slut, aren't you?" You hum in response, maybe a little whiner than intended, but at

this point you lost control of everything. ,,You want to cum so badly, don't you?" he coos into your ear, his soft voice making your walls quiver. ,,Please," you sigh, fingers tightly pulling at the hair on the nape of his neck. ,,Yeah? Want me to make you cum, babe?" ,,Uh-huh," you press out. The curl of his fingers when he pushes them back in and the drag back inside is coaxing the sweetest sounds out of you, not as loud as usual, but they still have the same effect on Jungkook. Your little tones send arousal straight down his cock, the way your pumping him making him throb in your small hand. ,,Shit." Jungkook would die to see your expression right now. Get a glimpse at your pretty face twisted in pleasure as he fucks his fingers in and out of you. ,,Such a dirty girl. Wants to get fucked in the lake. In front of all of her friends." His fingers move faster, rubbing your g-spot the most pleasant you've ever experienced. As you register the meaning of his words, your eyes peek over his shoulders to have a look at the people gathered on the grass. Talking, laughing, drinking. Everyone is occupied with doing something. Well, that's what you think until you come across Taehyung. He sits on a folding chair, leaning back, legs stretched and casually moving his beer in his hand. Taehyung's eyes are focused on you. Looking straight at you, wrapped around Jungkook's body. If you wouldn't be that drunk and blinded from the incoming wave of pleasure you'd bashfully look away. But with the alcohol running through your veins, combined with the pleasure increasing with every stroke of Jungkook's fingers, you can't seem to take your eyes off Taehyung's. You can't see much, but the knowing smirk on Taehyung's face is impossible to overlook. He parenthetically takes a sip from his beer, acting oh so casual and not like he is watching you and Jungkook getting each other off. You suck your lip in, a smile forming on them as you think about the absurdity of this situation. ,,So dirty. You're so fucking dirty," Jungkook hisses. And how dirty you are. If he would only know. ,,I'm close," you whisper, strained. ,,Are you close too?" ,,Yeah, you want to cum together?" You nod. Sending Taehyung one last glance before you screw your eyes shut, the pleasure burning through your body creeping into every corner of your body. Jungkook's cock twitches in your hand when you move faster. Legs tightening around him, and thighs trembling, you come with a shaky gasp, the same time as Jungkook's load shoots over your hand. The whiny moan he utters makes you jerk in his hold, his sounds are like a sweet melody in your ear that you can't get enough of. You nuzzle your face deeper into his body, the comfort he radiates very much needed. Your walls flutter around his fingers as he gently moves them inside, riding out your high. With torpid eyes you scan the people on the grass. Taehyung isn't sitting and watching you anymore, he went off to Jimin and is talking to him. Standing with his bare back facing you. You pull Jungkook's shorts back up when his cock softens, cleaning your cum painted hand in the water. ,,This was good," Jungkook slurs, heaving a satisfied sigh against your ear. You hum in agreement. A gentle breeze swirls around you and you hug Jungkook tighter. ,,You cold?" ,,Kinda." ,,Then let's get you out of the water and tucked into a warm towel." His caring side warms you heart, which is also why you can't stop peppering smoochies all over his face and neck while he walks the both of you out of the lake.

~ Spending your day at Jungkook's place feels like heaven. You both have a lot of fun - maybe a little too much when you think about all the rooms that Jungkook made you cum - spending the day resting, talking, cuddling, and...well, fucking too. You can't recall the last time you felt this insouciant. Lying in bed with Jungkook and doing nothing all day long feels domestic and comforting. You stand in front of the mirror of his bedroom. Wanting to take a quick video of yourself for you Instagram Story. You don't particularly wear something beautiful right now - a way too big t-shirt from Jungkook and your hair pulled into a messy bun would have to complete the best you're going to look today. You start recording when suddenly Jungkook appears behind you. Realising that you're taking a video, he stands behind you and places his hands on your waist. He rests his chin on your head. It's a cute video - well, would have been when Jungkook would have actually left his hands where they were and wouldn't have started to let one hand sneak up your body and grab a handful of your boob. He nuzzles his face into the curve of your neck and kisses you there, revealing your bruised and marked skin by brushing your hair behind your shoulder. ,,I can't post this, Jungkook," you pout, rewatching the clip. ,,I don't care," he shrugs, pulling you closer to him so that your back is pressed against his front. ,,Just let me do another video without touching me inappropriately, okay?" He nods. And his breath tickles your skin. His hands stay at your waist this time. His face is not recognisable from the way he has it nuzzled in your neck. You smile and end the short video just after a few seconds. ,,I made some breakfast for us," he says, palms wandering over your body again. You look at the time on your phone. ,,Or brunch," he rephrases before you can say anything. You turn your head to quirk an eyebrow at him. ,,Well, okay, it's lunch then. I made lunch for us." You giggle and head towards the kitchen with Jungkook. ~ It's an hour later. You're back in bed. When Jungkook and you woke up this morning and he said that he wants to spent the whole day in bed with you, he wasn't lying. You're not complaining though, you love being in his company. You love everything about it. Both of you are busy with your phones. You were about to put it back on the nightstand and cuddle Jungkook from the side when you got an unexpectedly message from your manager. And within a few minutes your heart gets heavy. You swallow the sorrow down your throat. But it's okay, you tell yourself. Sooner or later this would've happened anyways. ,,Jungkook." ,,Hm?" His long fingers absentmindedly brush over your thigh, eyes focused on his phone. ,,I have to leave tomorrow morning." He perks up, fingers stopping in their movement, a confused and shocked expression falling on his face as he looks at you. ,,Tomorrow?" You nod. ,,They changed my schedule and now I have a shooting on Saturday." ,,Who changed the schedule?" ,,The brand." ,,Who were you texting with?" ,,Logan. That's my manager," you say, swiftly showing him your screen, which shows the text messages you've been sending each other. His profile picture - a selfie he took in front of the beach - a little circle on the top. ,,So, you're leaving tomorrow?" You sigh. ,,Yeah." ,,For a photo shooting?" You hum, typing a new message when Logan texts you some information about the shooting. ,,You're really leaving a day earlier for that?" The derision in his voice makes you look up at him. ,,That's my job, Jungkook. And if I have to leave a day earlier, then I'm going to do it." Jungkook mumbles something incoherent, but it's obvious that he said rude things. ,,What's your problem?" you confront him, sitting upright and turning to him. ,,Nothing. I'm just shocked that you'd rather leave everyone here and go earlier than planned." ,,It's just a day that I have to go earlier." ,,And? You haven't been here for three years. Do you not care about anyone

here?" You blink perplexed. What the hell is he saying? ,,What are you talking about? Of course I care about all of you. I missed everyone and I'm not happy that I have to leave tomorrow, but I don't have another option." ,,You don't have another option?" he scoffs. ,,Are you clinging onto every deal that you get with brands, because you're still small in the industry, or what?" And that's when you're done. That's when you're last bit of patience melted away by his audacious comment. When he points weapons at your deepest hurt. ,,Don't be so bitter about me still trying to achieve my goals because you gave up your dream for a stupid high school relationship!" ,,Stupid high school relationship? That's what you call it now?" He chuckles bitterly. ,,Nothing ever lives up to your standards, don't they? You think you're so much better than everyone and anything in this world. Fucking selfish and self-obsessed, that's what you are." ,,That's not who I am!" you defend, raising your voice. ,,Then how did you leave this town when you're not? Left everyone here and went off doing your thing without keeping contact with anyone? Stop clinging onto the version of you that you're pretending to be. It's sad looking at you, y/n." ,,Why the hell did you spend your time with me if that's what you think of me?" The pain he causes with his words evident in the way your voice thickened. ,,You're the one who's sad to watch," you say as you get out of the bed, hauling random words at him. ,,You are pathetic and ridiculous and pitiable." As you talk more, the blood starts boiling in your body and you spit these words out of pure anger and irritation. ,,I wish I had listened to my parents. They were right when they told me that you would only cause trouble." ,,And yet, you always sneaked out to see me." Cold, so cold. It hurts. It hurts so much. He's acting like he didn't care that you lied to your parents and sneaked out just for him, like he wasn't in love with you as well, like he didn't enjoy spending every minute of his free time with you. ,,I regret it now." You gather your clothes and belongings in a hurry. ,,I'm leaving." ,,Do what you're the best at." ,,I said I'm sorry!" you whirl around, brows pinched. Does he still not understand? What else is there to do after what you've done? Jungkook sits up, a piercing gaze fixed right at you. ,,You think your pathetic excuse is going to make me forget the hell that you brought me?!" he yells. ,,Did you still not realise that your actions caused so much pain? So much ache? So much broken pieces that I had to learn how to fix again?" Tears threathen to spill. You take a shaky breath. ,,Don't you think I had to go through the same stuff? I was in love with you too, Jungkook. I fucking loved you with every cell of my being and always thought that you'd be the one for me. I saw home in you when I had no one else." You harshly swallow the lump in your throat. ,,I hurt too when I had to leave, and I didn't know how I was supposed to handle all the pain! Letting you go was the hardest thing I've ever had to to!" Your vision is blurred, cheeks wet, voice trembling. And heart breaking. ,,You did that to yourself," he fires back, not even hiding the fact that he didn't get affected by the things you confessed to him. You wait, just a moment, but the expression on him remains and you know that he isn't that cold-hearted normally, but right now he is, and it hurts to see it when he uses is against you. ,,Whatever you say, Jungkook." You're tired. Done fighting. It's purposeless. Hastily, you grab the last few things and then storm out of his room, out of his apartment. Running home like a complete moron, but you need a place to feel safe now. Need comfort. Need silence. You don't even care about the bamboozled faces of your parents when you get home, walking past them with a face full of tears and sniffles coming past your lips. Once in your room, you let yourself fall onto your bed. Hugging your pillow tightly in your arms and start sobbing into the soft

material. Sobs and cries are the only sounds in the once lively room. Your chest shakes uncontrollably. Your nose starts running and you have to wipe your arm over your nose to get rid of snot. Body curls inwards as you hug the pillow tighter, nails digging into the plush. Suddenly you feel a warm hand on your back. You flinch, peeking over your shoulder. It's your mum. She carefully sits down on the edge of your bed, her hand rubbing over your back in comforting circles. You don't know why, but just the fact that she followed you, was worried enough to look what's wrong with you, causes more tears to stream down your face. You choke out another sob, sitting up to envelop your mother in your arms. You cry harder, fingers clinging onto her t-shirt. ,,Shh, I've got you," she whispers, hand slowly skimming over your head. You didn't know you needed this, but your thankful that she is here. ,,Let it all out, Sweetie. Your mum is always there for you." She doesn't ask why. She doesn't ask who. She doesn't ask when. She just lets you cry in her arms. Lets you wrap your arms around her as tight as you want, and lets you ruin her shirt with tears and snot. Lets you cry till your tired and can't stay upright anymore.

~ that one night when i left the warmest bed i've ever known ,,Good night, my angel,", Jungkook whispers before giving you a goodnight kiss. He rests his head back on the pillow, a secure arm wrapped around your body. ,,Good night." Your head lays against his bare chest, his heartbeat ringing in your ear in a soft rhythm. It's dark in Jungkook's room. The only source of light is the moon shining through his window. You don't feel well. It's your last day in your hometown - last day with Jungkook by your side. It makes your sick to your stomach, causes a lump in your throat that makes you want to cry. But you have dreams to follow. And sacrifices to make for them. It will rip you apart and you will have to figure out how to fix your heart, but you are going to be fine. You're always going to be fine. As you listen to his steady breathing, you try to enjoy being in his company for the last time. Try to capture the comfort you're feeling when you're with him. He doesn't know, but when he'll wake up, you won't be there anymore. No trace of you left behind - gone, completely vanished. Perhaps not the smartest decision, but you can't bring it over yourself to do it any other way. There's no way you're going to kiss him goodbye tomorrow morning, and then that's it. You can't endure to look at his eyes and then turn around and go. Jungkook doesn't deserve this kind of farewell, you know that, but it's the best like this, for both of your sake. Jungkook thinks that your flight departure is in the morning. He is wrong. You lied. It's in a couple of hours, in the middle of the night. And if you don't want to miss it, you have to leave this place soon. Minutes of absolute silence pass. You know you have to get up and go back home, you're parents are waiting and if you'll come too late they are going to make the ride to the airport worse than a long car ride with them already is. You carefully remove Jungkook's arm from your waist. Gingerly, you get out of his bed and tuck him under the covers. As you gather your stuff in the little bag, you suddenly feel like you should leave something of you behind. Maybe it's a complete trivial feeling, but the urge to leave a piece of you behind that'll remind Jungkook of you and will never let him forget you, rises in you, and you can't ignore it. Maybe he'll throw it away, you think as you place the little necklace - the one with the purple lilac pendant, that he gifted you - on his nightstand. Maybe he'll hate you for a lifetime and doesn't want to spend another second of his life thinking about you. He has the right to do so, you won't blame him. You look around the room. God, you're going to miss it. You always felt secure here, it was one of your safe places. As you stroll towards Jungkook, your stomach churns in discomfort. ,,I'm sorry, Jungkook," you whisper as quietly as possible. ,,I'm sorry, but I have to leave you." A short brush through his flawless raven hair before you continue, ,,I love you, forever, but I have to let you go." A sad smile adorns your face. ,,To be honest, I always thought that you deserve someone better than me. So here's your chance to find a girl that's perfect for you, and will stay with you for an eternity. I...I just hope you will find someone who'll take care of you and make you happy." You take a shaky breath. ,,I'm- I'm sorry that I couldn't do that for the past weeks and months. I know that you weren't happy with my decisions, I could see the truth in your eyes. I'm thankful that you still accepted it, and supported me. It means a lot. Really." You stop fleetingly, the tears behind your eyelids threatening to spill. ,,I'm sorry for all the pain I caused you. I...I hope you'll get happy when I'm gone, and I hope you will have someone on your side that will love you with all they've got. You deserve that. You deserve all the happiness in the world, Jungkook." Your knuckles brush over his soft cheek. ,,I'm going to miss you. So much. Probably everyday. And...and I hope you'll think of the memories

that we made fondly when you think about them. I'm also hoping that you won't hate me as much as I think you will when you wake up in the morning." You sigh heavily, the images of Jungkook waking up in a cold, empty bed in the morning making your heart ache. ,,But I know you will..." Softly, you peck his cheek. ,,I have to go now. I love you, and please forgive me. Not now. Not tomorrow. And maybe not in a year, but please forgive me, whenever that will be." A gentle kiss on his lips, and before you could say or do something he mumbles incoherent words, turning around and resting his head on your side of the bed, on your pillow. With his back turned to you, you gather the strength to turn around and let him go. Forgive me, forgive me, forgive me. It's like a mantra in your head as you hop out of his window. You don't look back. Your heart wants to turn back and hug him tightly and never leave his side, but your brain suppresses that urge and makes you move forward and brings you far, far away from him. ~ Calls calls calls calls. So many calls from Jungkook. You didn't pick up once. Didn't respond to any of the messages he send you within a span of two minutes. You were already in Los Angeles when he woke up and spammed you with text messages. At some point you turned off your phone, too scared and anxious to read his messages. But when you did finally read them, you broke inside. ~ jk <3 8:37 am hey did you go back home already? i told you i could help if there was packing left jk <3 8:45 am why aren't you answering my calls babe you're busy? i'll come over in fifteen, okay? jk <3 8:51 am babe you forgot your necklace here i'll bring it over too why did you take it off though :( jk <3 8:57 am still not answering huh are you eating breakfast with your parents? enjoy your meal jk <3 9:02 am i called your mum jk <3 9:04 am what the fuck y/n why would you leave without a fucking word?? am i not worth getting a proper goodbye from you? what the hell is wrong with you why do it secretly? i feel fucking fooled rn jk <3 9:07 am why would you lie to me? fuck im so fucking angry you know i wanted to come with you to the airport i prepared a whole surprise with presents for you because i love you and you decide to sneak out in the middle of the night and leave me like i'm just someone that you don't care for? fuck you seriously fuck you y/n jk <3 9:29 am falling for you was the biggest mistake of my life ~ Time flies by. Days, weeks, months. It's tragic, absolutely tragic what happened to the usual bright and cheerful boy. No longer bright, no longer cheerful, no longer having hope for anything. It pains seeing him. Everyone around him would agree. Jungkook is occupied with picking up the mess you created. Unfortunately, the crumbs that were left of you after your departure were too obdurate to get away with so effortlessly. It isn't easy to erase you out of his life, but he doesn't have another choice. You didn't give him another choice. He also can't make the ache go away by making you the villain, he tried - like so many other things - but it didn't work out. But there was this day, that one day, when Jungkook knew he couldn't continue like this anymore. He was in his room. High. Sitting on his bed and staring at the wall. It was impermanence that engulfed him here and now, and perhaps every other day as well. He never wanted to understand that every moment had an end, even the most precious, perfect and exhilarating moments were shaped by the time limit. But with the dwindling of time, with the look at the bare wall, with the drying of his tear glands, he felt the acceptance establishing within him. He wondered why people are so afraid of death when we face it every day, in small portions. Every end, every time limit, is a completion and a new beginning at the same time. And he was ready to start his new beginning.

The pebbles crackle under your feet as you slowly walk down the familiar path to the old, short jetty. You seek for comfort. And if your source of comfort isn't available - because he is the reason for your gloomy mood - then the one and only place filled with so many happy memories has to help you. Despite the walk to the lake your nose still feels stuffed from all the crying and your eyes are tired, probably blobbed with redness. You didn't care sparing a look in the mirror when you mustered up enough strength to climb out of your window and walk through the quite neighbourhood. When you take the last few steps on the gravel path, the lake finally disclosing after walking past trees and bushes, you don't expect a person - hit by the moonlight in the quiet night - sitting on the rusty jetty, foot dangling over the lake and leaning back on his hands to observe the sky. You halt. You don't need to come closer to know who that person is. The dark clothes, the divine profile and the moonlight kissed skin tells you enough to recognise the lonely dreamer on the bridge. You gather up courage before walking over the jetty, the old wood creaking as you stride to the end of it, sitting down next to Jungkook. Maybe it's faith that brought you to him, and failed your attempt of escaping Jungkook's warm soul. Maybe the universe knows how much you need to be with him. He doesn't look at you. You don't look at him. Nobody talks. Just the serene ambience engulfing both of you in its gratifying secureness. The quietness speaking more than thousand words could. Feeling him next to you is strange, like consolation you hadn't thought you'd need. Jungkook is looking up at the star filled sky, you look down at the moonlit lake. The sparks of the stars glistening on the surface. No words must be spoken to let the other one know that you are sorry for what you did and said, regardless of if you scarred the other with your actions years ago or only yesterday. You're both sorry for everything that went wrong, every harsh word that slipped out of you in all the fury and petulance and was wrongfully thrown at a tender soul. After all, love doesn't only elicit beautiful moments, but also atrocious and tragic ones. Love can elicit selfishness. Pure greed to get more and more of your partner, to have them only for yourself and act reckless to obtain your desire. When you're so into someone that you cannot possibly want anything else in life than their love. But what if, despite all the acts of showing your love and longing for them, they decide to leave? The emotions take a different path, a path that love shouldn't be evoking, but it does and it's cruel. So utterly cruel. Feelings turn into frenzy and wrath when they decide to go and leave, when they turn their back to you and leave you out there standing. Love makes you do things that are out of your control, out of every ounce of rightness, because it's so wicked. Agonisingly, there is no thing in the world that could protect you from love. It comes with a short mellow breeze, tightly wraps around your heart and never plans on leaving once it has you completely enticed in its wicked spell - masked in dainty sparkling stars that twinkle in a way that blinds you from the insidious shadows. Although Jungkook's distinct knowledge about love, he couldn't find himself being afraid of it, because after all, he fell in love with you. And you are the most beautiful creature he has ever seen, so perfect in all the ways he could ever imagine. So how could he ever be scared of love, if it was you? It doesn't make sense. It still doesn't cease the greed and selfishness that it provokes, but even with that - Jungkook cannot close his eyes and pretend that you didn't steal his heart on that casual but oh so magical school day when you noticed him, gave him a bashful smile and giggled with your friend after you turned to her again. The excited bubble that sprung in his chest, the ghost of a giddy and coy smile on his lips, his flushed ears and sweaty hands were prove enough

that Jungkook was so into you. An exchange of a laconic glance and he was head over heels for you. There is no way his heart will ever be the same before he fell for you. It's yours. Forever. But now he is sitting here, defeated and tired and lost from every thing that has been going on. And you are tired too. Though being with Jungkook it was easy to forget about all the emotions that are resting within you. That weight on your back that has been so heavy to endure - especially for the last few months. Jungkook helped to get that weight off your back. You think you can faintly remember thinking that you thought it was finally over, that every burden and problem was gone, but you shortly came to the realisation that, no, it's certainly not like that. The naive thought only occurred, because Jungkook made you forget all the pain. Swathed them in a pink blanket and covered those negative feelings with his comforting and cheerful stance. That bunny smile and doe eyes blinded you from the bad things. But they are still there. The bothersome weight never left you and you soon won't have Jungkook to make you feel like everything is good, and like you're perfectly fine because he won't be there anymore. You're not fine. You don't feel okay. You don't feel happy. And you have no idea how to cope with all of that. You always played pretend and never seriously tried to deal with your emotions. But Jungkook gave you a glimpse of real happiness, real contentment, real fulfilment. It made you realise that you want that back. You want those real feelings of joy and happiness back, not the attempts of faux delight when you really just felt like crawling back to bed and isolate yourself from the entire world. It gets so exhausting every single day. You're not only exhausted, but also frightened of your future. You still didn't achieve your big goals you always dreamed of. And the constant reminder of your lack of success is making every day harder than it already is. When Jungkook asked if you feel home at your place back in Los Angeles you said yes. You didn't even dare to say anything else. But yet, the answer was a total lie. You pretended to feel like you belong there for these past years, lied to yourself to make life more bearable. But now that you were back in Jungkook's arms for a couple of days, you can't even fake it for yourself anymore. The difference between those two places so crystal clear that it's beyond the bounds of possibility to continue feigning. You were foolish to think that your place in Los Angeles is your home. It's funny, you truly thought you could build yourself a new home - completely alone, in a new city - when Jungkook was the first ever reason you knew what home felt like. So how did you ever think that you would be able to face the challenge on your own? Why didn't you think it all through before you went off and started a new life? At least you can say that you tried. You didn't give up and tried to make things work with every ounce of your being, and maybe they did kind of work, just not for the void inside of you that started becoming bigger with every day you spent alone in that apartment. But spending the week at your hometown was probably the best decision you made in the last three years. And that's all because of Jungkook. As you look at Jungkook you get that fuzzy and warm feeling, the one that's so familiar and intimate. You found home between his arms. No thing, no place, no person would feel more like home than Jungkook. The realisation hits you with a warm shudder that nestles in the depth of your heart. Leaves a fuzzy feeling inside you, that you didn't know you longed for that desperately. Home. Home, home, home. Jungkook is your home. He is your safe place. Where you don't have to play pretend, don't have to hide emotions, don't have to say anything to let him know - because he always knows - and don't have to laugh when you feel like crying. Because he is home. And home is the place that knows you the best. That loves you the best. And it'll never stop

loving you. What a pity that you have to leave home tomorrow morning. That thought causes tears to prick your eyes. The lake and the sky melds into one. Suddenly your emotions overwhelm you, thoughts full of so many things and heart trying to fix the broken edges on its own. It's too much. You can't handle this. A single tear rolls down your face. You try to be silent, but you don't have much control over your body in that state, so when a shaky snivel erupts from you, you don't try to hide it. Your bottom lips trembles and you bite down onto it, but it just doesn't stop. Jungkook silently drapes his arm around your back, pulling you closer to himself. Feeling him next to you, his arm around you, him simply being there for you, gives you the last push. Endless amounts of tears stream down your face, shaky and uneven breaths leaving your lips as you claw your fists at Jungkook's dark hoodie, nuzzling your face into his shoulder. The smell that hits your nostrils makes you emit a miserable sob. Jungkook's smell always managed to make you feel comforted, secured and protected. But thinking about how this is probably the last time, there's no sense of comfort coming through. While you fully break down, Jungkook caresses your back. He allows you to curl up beside him and cry into his shoulder, letting all your feelings out. ,,I- I'm not happy," you utter between sobs. ,,Shh, I know, I know." Jungkook knows that you lied when he asked if you are happy the second a glimmer of hesitance sparked in your eyes. He didn't want to call you out though. You're fragile and tender and soft and Jungkook didn't want to be the reason you're breaking into a puddle of tears. ,,I don't think I- I, I don't think I can-" Your quavery panting makes it impossible to talk. ,,You don't need to talk," Jungkook stops your attempts to justify yourself. ,,It's okay now, I'm here." Your fists tighten, the material of his hoodie a small ball within your palms. He's there for you. He's here. He'll always be there for you. ,,Always?" ,,Of course. Forever, babe." His promise soothes you. Uneven panting calming. But the tears don't stop escaping your eyes. His other hand pushes your hair behind your ear, stroking your hair before he rubs his thumb over your wet cheek. ,,Hold my hand. You're going to be fine." Jungkook holds his hand up, offering his palm between your cuddled up bodies. You take it without a second of hesitation, intertwining your fingers and letting your hands rest on his lap. A few minutes pass, the silent night capturing your cries and sobs. ,,If you ever feel alone again, don't," Jungkook breaks the silence, warm voice drowning your muffled, tired sniffles. ,,Because I will always be right here." His hand on your back is now placed on top of the left side of his chest, his heart. Always. He'll be with you forever. A sad smile graces your face. ,,I'm just afraid of going back," you confess. ,,I...I think I'm not worthy of continuing my job, because everything seems so out of reach for me." A trembling sigh escapes your mouth. ,,Hey," Jungkook grabs your chin, making you look to him. ,,Never doubt that you aren't worthy of your dreams and ambitions. They were put in your heart for a reason." He lets go of your intertwined hands, cupping your cheeks and drying your tears off your face. ,,I'm always here, and I'll always believe in you. Make yourself proud, okay?" He puts an encouraging smile on, eyes lightning up in the most comforting way ever. ,,Thank you." You'll never forget his words. Both your hands are wrapped around him, cuddling him from the side. Jungkook watches the stars again. Your eyes don't focus on anything particular, just enjoying his company. ,,Also, I want to apologise for the things I said to you today." His gaze slowly drops down to the horizon. ,,It's okay. I said some rude stuff too." ,,I just want you to know that I didn't mean any of the stuff I hurled at you." ,,I know, Gguk." He plays with your hair. Fingers brushing through your long

strands. ,,Jungkook?" ,,Yeah?" ,,I don't know if you want to talk about it, but I still don't understand why you didn't take the opportunity when you got the scholarship." Jungkook knew you were going to ask him. He already prepared himself for letting his guard down for this exact moment. ,,You were one of the few person I could trust. I didn't have anyone else, y/n. I was so madly in love with you, y/n. I think I've never been that happy in my life before. With you...I don't know, you kinda brought the light back into my life and I couldn't ask for more. There is something between us and its the most beautiful thing I have ever felt. I love you so much and you make me so happy, and just the thought of being away from you made me sick to my stomach. That's why I couldn't accept the scholarship. I couldn't let you go, I couldn't leave and do my thing there when I'd feel empty and lonely inside." You look at Jungkook when he stops talking, he stares straight ahead, eyes emitting pure sadness and anguish. ,,Do you know how much it hurt when you, all excitedly, told me that this model agency in Los Angeles you applied for accepted you?" A bitter chuckle escapes him. ,,I felt like a goddamn fool. You were so happy, were jumping around and telling me all the amazing stuff that you read online about that agency. And I just sat there, barely listening to you, and thought about how much of an idiot I could possibly be." You both know how the rest of the story proceeds like. He got angry. You were confused. He picked up a fight. You hurled unnecessary insults at him. He ran off and ignored you for a few days. ,,I'm sorry." Your voice barely a whisper that the wind carries away. ,,No, don't be. Just like you said, we were just stupid teenagers back then." ,,Still, the way I approached things was so wrong. I was insensitive and selfish. I'm sorry for that." After another minute of silence, Jungkook speaks up. ,,You promised you wouldn't forget me." ,,I never forgot you." Not one day. ,,So why did you never call? Or text? Or anything? " He sounds hurt. You can't blame him. It's your fault. ,,I thought you wouldn't want me to." You nuzzle your face deeper in his shoulder. ,,After the messages you sent me..." ,,Didn't you miss me at all?" Jungkook waited for a call. From the night you left him, he stared at his phone and hoped for your name to appear. ,,Every day. I missed you every single day. But I was too scared. I thought you hate me and don't want to hear from me ever again." Jungkook kisses the crown of your head. ,,I could never hate you." You smile faintly at that. ,,I'm glad you visited us this week." ,,Me too. I missed this place." You missed him. Right after you say that, a few droplets of water splash onto you. Your eyes cast skywards. ,,Is it raining?" ,,I think so," Jungkook says, looking at the sky as well. ,,We should get going, babe. The clouds look like it's gonna start pouring soon." You don't want to leave Jungkook's side and rather stare at the pretty view of the lake and talk with him for an eternity. ,,Maybe it'll stop," you cajole. ,,Nah, I don't think so." Slowly he gets up, holding out his hand for you to grab. ,,Let me bring you home." Reluctantly you get on your feet. Jungkook was right, you're both barely two seconds up and the rain was now more than only a few droplets falling down. It's not a minute later when you are both on the way to your house that it's starts raining heavily, your clothes getting wetter and wetter by the seconds. Jungkook's hold on your hand gets tighter as he walks faster. ,,This reminds me of senior prom when the event was done and we ran away to have some alone time, while the rain was practically soaking the both of us," Jungkook says, eyes drifting over the dark streets, puddles of water building on dented places. ,,You were so wasted." You giggle. ,,And you didn't drink anything!" ,,We were underage, missy." ,,But the sex was amazing." ,,It was," he agrees with a dreamy voice. ,,Could you walk a bit

slower?" you complain. ,,Babe, I don't want you to get sick." ,,I won't get sick, I promise." ,,Well, unfortunately it's not your decision whether to get sick or not." ,,I can't walk this fast, though," you say. ,,Your legs are way longer than mine." Your pouty voice makes him chuckle. ,,Should I carry you, will that do it?" ,,No, thanks." You roll your eyes. ,,Just," - you pull your intertwined hands back - ,,Wait a second." Jungkook stops and turns around. You take the opportunity right away, pressing your lips against his and languidly moving your mouth. Jungkook is startled at first, but it's like a choreographed routine, within a second both of your lips move in the perfect rhythm. ,,What was that for?" he breathes against your lips. Before you get to answer him, you laugh when you take his current look in. ,,You look like a soaked puppy," you giggle as you stare at the long, wet strands sticking to his face. ,,Because you stop me in the middle of the street to kiss me while it's pouring rain!" ,,Wanted this moment to come a little closer to the senior prom one," you grin, brushing the wet curls out of his face. He chokes a disbelieving laughter out. ,,So, this mean you also want sex in my car now?" A teasing glimmer flickering in his eyes. You roll your eyes, again. ,,I'm trying to be romantic here." ,,Kissing in the rain is romantic?" Jungkook grabs your hand again, pulling you to his side and you two start walking, this time at a more bearable tempo. ,,Of course it is." ,,Never heard of that." ,,Because you never want to watch romance movies with me." ,,Excuse me? What movie did we watch in the cinema again, hm?" ,,As far as I can remember you didn't watch it. Your hands started to wander pretty much after the beginning of the movie," you remind him. ,,Oh, yeah," he smirks smugly, lost in the obscene memories that flash through his mind. ,,That was fun." ,,You're impossible." ,,But you really seemed to enjoy it when you came all over my fingers. Your legs couldn't stop shaking, isn't that so, babe?" You blush. Oh, and how you blush. Jungkook can't contain his laughter when he sees your embarrassed face, kissing the top of your head in amusement. While the both of you walk to your house, the teasing and bickering continues. You never knew how badly you missed this trivial bickering, petty fights that make you fall for each other more, but now that you are experiencing Jungkook's charms, with the sole purpose of making you shy and blush, you wish you would never have to miss moments like this again. However, when you're standing right under your bedroom window, finally protected from the rain by the roof of the house, the cheerful atmosphere vanishes. ,,So...," Jungkook begins, your hand still tightly connected with his. ,,You're leaving tomorrow." Slowly, you nod. You're leaving. Leaving him. ,,I'll miss you," you confess. ,,I'll miss you too." Tears sting behind your eyelids. He leads your intertwined hands to his face, pecking the back of your hand. ,,Don't you want to stay over? How are you going to get home with this rain?" you say, concern leaking through your voice. ,,I'm good. Don't worry about me." That was your last attempt of trying to get more time with him. Didn't exactly work out. ,,Okay, well..." You don't know what to say. How do you say goodbye to someone you don't want to leave? He leans forward. Kissing your lips the softest way you have ever felt before. ,,Rattle the stars, y/n. I know that you can do it." With a gentle smile he kisses you again before he fully withdraws from you. Fingers slowly slipping away from yours. That promising spark in his eyes makes you believe it too. You can rattle the stars. Starting from now, there won't be a day when you doubt that.

As soon as you hear your alarm going off you want to disappear. It's early. Way too early. It's hard getting out of bed, but somehow you manage walking into your bathroom. Slowly getting ready before you get back in your room to get dressed. Your parents are still asleep. Maybe you hoped for them to wake up early too, spend the last hours that you're in this house with you, but you can't blame them for wanting sleep. It's fine. They'll be awake when you're going to take the taxi. A short goodbye and then you'll see when you'll ever see them again. You stroll into the kitchen to prepare your morning coffee. You lean against the kitchen counter. Tired eyes staring at a random spot on the floor. Your body screams for you to crawl back into bed and rest a bit more, but the departure time of your flight is telling you otherwise. As you turn your head to look out of the kitchen and enjoy the last moments of familiarity and childhood memories you get whenever you see the streets and nature outside, you see a car that doesn't belong here. With someone inside, who shouldn't be here at all. You get out of the front door, walk down the stairs of the front porch. He parked directly in front of it. Doesn't hide like he'd usually do. Jungkook is too focused on his phone to see you, so you knock against his window. He instantly perks up. When he recognises you he gets out of his car within a second. ,,Are you already leaving?" he questions, eyes wide and somehow sounding like he is out of breath. ,,Uh, no. I was wondering why you're here." ,,Oh, I," - Jungkook scratches the back of his head - ,,I didn't want to miss when you are leaving, so I came here-" ,,Since when are you here?" The dark circles under his eyes are revealing his sleepless night. ,,Uhm, an hour?" You hope he isn't lying. He should get his sleep, not wait for you in his car. When he sees your worried expression he says, ,,You only said your flight is in the morning and I didn't know the exact time. I...I also thought I could drive you to the airport? Of course only if your parents aren't driving you..." A giddy feeling flutters in your stomach. Sometimes you can't believe how sweet he his. Way too sweet for you. ,,I was going to call a taxi," you smile. ,,Thank you." Jungkook smiles back at you. ,,Are you leaving now?" ,,Oh, no. I've still got some time." He slowly opens his car door. ,,Okay, then I'll wait for you." He makes a move to get back into his car. You push the door close. ,,Don't be ridiculous. Come inside." Grabbing his hand you pull him to you, but he is reluctant, not moving an inch. You roll your eyes. You know exactly what battle he is currently having in his head. ,,Your a big, muscular, tattooed and pierced man, and you're still scared of my parents?" He doesn't even question how you immediately knew why he refused to come inside. ,,You don't understand, they hate me," he defends. ,,Good for you they're sleeping," you say, dragging him with you. This time he actually allows you to take him with you. ,,You can take a nap in my bed. You look tired, Koo." ,,Didn't get much sleep last night." Before you enter the house, you peck his cheek. ,,Thank you." ,,You already said that." ,,I know, but I could never be thanking you enough." ~ Once your both in your bedroom, Jungkook let's himself fall onto your bed, arms wide open as an invitation. You still need to pack a few things, but you could never deny being cuddled up in his arms. Jungkook immediately wraps his arms around you as you slide next to him on your side. He cuddles you from the back, face deeply buried in your hair. You stay like this for a while. Jungkook fell asleep pretty quickly. You weren't able to fall asleep. Your mind is crammed with too many thoughts to fall asleep now. You still have some things to do though, so you gently try to get up from Jungkook's hold on you and finish the last tasks to get ready to leave this town. ,,Don't," he utters in a rush as soon as he feels you slipping away from

his arms. ,,Don't do it again." He lets his insouciant guard fall down, leaving him vulnerable and fragile, giving away his biggest fear. But you won't drop his heart and shatter it into pieces by walking away without a word and leaving him alone in bed - not this time. His scared eyes search for yours, the panicky expression on his face making you halt in your movements. ,,Shh," you reassure. ,,I just have a few things left to pack." Your thumb rubs his arms languidly, wanting to calm him and trust you. It works - his head slowly drops back to the pillow and his eyes fall close. ,,Don't leave me, please." His words get muffled by the pillow. Despite him feeling peacefuller now, he doesn't let go of his hold on your waist. ,,I'll come back, Koo. I promise." You duck down and plant a kiss on his cheek. Fingers brushing his long hair out of his face. ,,You promise?" He opens his eyes a bit, tired orbs peeking at you with hopefulness. ,,I promise." An encouraging smile tugs on your lips. Jungkook closes his eyes again, body visibly more relaxed. Your words make him feel secure. Only for a certain time, but Jungkook quickly learned that he has to be appreciative of the things he has at the moment. Enjoy them to the fullest, because he will never know how long they'll last. His arms are now loose on your waist and you slowly make your way out of the bed. You didn't lie, you truly have some things left to pack. You won't dare to lie to him ever again. ~ The goodbye with your parents was weird. They didn't expect Jungkook to be there, but it wasn't like they weren't already suspicious of you spending your time with him for the past week. After all they are your parents, they know everything. But thankfully they didn't utter any spiteful remarks and rather ignored him. They also didn't protest when you told them that Jungkook would drive you to the airport. You hugged them, your mum a little longer than your dad. And then it was time to leave. And now you're sitting in Jungkook's car. Parked at the airport's parking lot. Your heart feels cold. You don't know if it'll ever get warm again. ,,Are you ready?" Jungkook asks. ,,No," you answer truthfully. ,,Hm." ,,I'm nervous." ,,Why?" ,,Don't know." You do know, but Jungkook doesn't need to know. ,,Remember what we always did in high-school when you were nervous?" He places his hand on your bare thigh. You smile. ,,Yeah." ,,Is it okay?" ,,Always." And then Jungkook leans over and captures your lips in a sweet kiss. And if he thought you'd let it be like that, then he was wrong. You pull him closer by his cheeks when he wants to lean back again. It started as a sweet kiss but in just a few seconds you're fully making out. You love dancing around his tongue with yours, love sighing into his mouth and pulling his hair by the nape of his neck. His palm slides over your side and squeezes your flesh there. ,,We've got, like," - you tug at his wrist to get a look at his expensive looking watch - ,,20 minutes, then I'll have to go." ,,That's more than enough," he mumbles against your lips and pulls you by the hips to drag you onto his lap. ,,Wait," you break the kiss and grip both of his arms to stop him from undoing the zipper of your dress. ,,Don't you think someone will see us?" ,,Dunno, wanna find out?" he quotes you, your request to get fucked in the lake still haunting him. You squint your eyes and huff overly annoyed. Jungkook chuckles, bopping your nose with his, because you look too adorable trying to put on a serious face. ,,The important part will be covered by your dress anyway." He tugs at the skirt of your dress to prove his point. ,,It's pretty short though," he realises when he skims over the back of the dress. ,,But there's barely anyone walking around at the parking lot, babe," he reassures. You think about his words for a second. ,,Okay, yeah, you're right." You go straight back to capturing his lips in a wild kiss and hasty fingers unbuckle his belt. His rock hard cock springs out and you

let a trail of spit land onto his head with precise aim. Rubbing his cock you tug your panties to the side. Jungkook's finger glide over your pussy, testing your wetness. ,,Already so wet for me?" he asks, dipping his fingers in to feel your tightness around his digits. He sighs, enjoying the feeling of your soft walls. ,,Your cock," you mewl. ,,Need your cock inside me." He withdraws his fingers, helping you to guide his cock into your pussy. Slowly, you sink onto it. Both of you stop breathing for a moment. He exudes a moan full of longing and hunger. The sheer need to have you as close to him as possible, to have you like this forever. And you know how he feels like. You don't have to speak. Don't have to tell. It's the need in both of your eyes that say enough. It's yearning and craving and love and it hurts. A tear slips your eye and Jungkook catches it with his thumb. ,,It's okay," he says. You nod. Placing both of your hands on his cheeks. ,,Kiss me," you whisper. Jungkook's kisses always makes everything better. And as you kiss, your hearts starts melting. The icy layer slowly fading into nothingness. Jungkook moves you up and down on his cock. He is fully buried inside you and you could never get enough of his cock stretching you out. ,,I love your cock. God, I love it so much." A hand slips between you. His finger circles around your needy clit. You tremble, pinching your brows. His subtle rubs on your clit causes shocks of utter pleasure to run through your body. Your toes curl with every move of his thumb and your hips slowly start to twist. ,,Just like that," Jungkook praises you. He places his hand on your butt, guiding you with small pushes. When Jungkook slightly adjust his position, his cock suddenly reaches way deeper and has the head of his cock kissing your cervix. You mewl as he continuously grazes over that area with the tip of his cock. His girth hitting you where you want him the most spurs you on. It makes your hips move faster, chasing after his cock whenever he pulls back. ,,What a needy girl I have," Jungkook coos, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear and rests his palm on your cheek. ,,I'm always needy for you" you wheeze, nails digging into his tanned skin. ,,Yeah? Always?" ,,Uh-huh," you nod. ,,Always." Always, always, always. Jungkook sighs in pleasure, the piercing on his brow moving when he pinches them together. ,,Your pussy was made for my cock - fuck - no one compares to you." ,,I- I think I'm gonna cum." Jungkook holds your body up. He rams his hips up into your pussy. You squeak, forehead pressed against his. ,,Come one, babe, one last time. Cum for me for one last time," he rasps. You shake your head, but at the same time you're cumming around his cock. You whimper and shake and Jungkook has his arms around you. You kiss him. Again and again and again. And he moans into your kisses, the pulsating of your walls around his girth is sending him closer to his high. ,,Fill me up, Jungkook. Want your cum inside me." ,,Oh fuck," he grumbles, fucking his cock faster into you again. You hold him by the shoulders, biting your lip as his dick rubs against all the spots that you love so much. His thoughts run wild as he gets pushed closer to the edge. He'd liked to see your tits right now. Ripp this flimsy dress off of your body and watch them bounce. But the way that they're shaking and moving beneath your dress looks hot too. Both hands on your ass he pushes his hips up for a few times more and then all of his cum spills inside your tight hole. And Jungkook thinks he has never come this hard before. He twitches and spills so much inside, his breaths getting shaky the longer his cock is still buried between you. ,,Fucking hell," he curses, shutting his eyes close for a moment. ,,That's a lot," you say, a hint of amusement in your pitch. ,,Pussy too good," he slurs. ,,You've got something to clean me up with?" you ask, not even waiting for his answer as you pull open the glove box of his car.

,,Why not just letting my cum stay inside you?" he suggests. ,,Because it doesn't stay inside," you retort, looking down at your pussy leaking with his essence. ,,I can make it stay." You rummage through his messy drawer, packets of condoms taking most of its place. When you finally find a box of tissues you shoo his hand away that sneaked close to your dripping heat. ,,I'm only wearing these panties and a dress. Don't want it to accidentally slide down my legs or something." Taking a few tissues you wipe your swollen cunt with them. ,,You don't want to take a part of me with you to Los Angeles?" You sigh, stopping midst your cleaning and look up at him. ,,I'm not going to take your cum with me to Los Angeles, Jungkook," you deadpan. ,,Fine," he huffs, taking the tissues from your hand and cleaning you up on his own. A minute later you're both still in the exact same position. Though you're both now tucked and safe beneath your clothes and the cum stained tissues were haphazardly thrown to the backseat by Jungkook. Jungkook threw his hands around you, keeping you close to him while your head rests against his chest. Listening to his heartbeat calms your anxiousness. You raise your head. Waiting for him to open his eyes and look at you. You can't prevent a small jump of your heart when you notice his face softening at the sight of you. But you try to ignore it, there's still one question left before your departure. ,,Shall we call things even between us now?" Jungkook is a little taken aback by the question. He totally forgot how the two of you ended up in this situation in the first place. If it wasn't for you wanting to fix the broken pieces of your relationship who knows in what this week would've resulted in. ,,Even is a start." You contemplate whether he meant it in a good or negative way. But when you feel him squeezing your sides in a reassuring way you give him a content smile. ,,I brought this with me," Jungkook says, pulling out a necklace from his pocket. A brief moment passes till you recognise the dainty pedant that dangles in the air. A purple lilac. The one that Jungkook bought for you years ago. ,,You left it at my place when you left, but it's yours, y/n. You should take it with you." ,,You didn't throw it away?" ,,No, why would I?" He gathers your hair on one shoulder and puts the necklace around you. You look down at you décolleté, the small pendant resting so beautifully on your skin. As your fingers fiddle around with it, your eyes dart to Jungkook's tattooed arm. ,,Don't you have a flower tattooed on your arm?" You scrutinise his right arm, and right under the sleeve of his t-shirt you see the flower inked on his skin. But... Hold on. It's not just a flower, it's the same flower as the warm pendant placed against your chest. Your eyes flick to Jungkook, who is already looking at you. ,,That's- that's the same flower?" you stammer, surprised by your discovery. Jungkook nods. His lips curved in a shy manner. ,,I got the tattoo because of you," he reveals, like it's something totally normal. And like that confession won't make your heart scream silent 'I love yous' at him. ,,Purple lilacs mean first love," Jungkook explains, hands rubbing your thighs gently. You reach for his arm, slowly stroking the black flower adorning his skin. It's not big, compared to his other tattoos it's one of the smallest. But it's you. Permanently etched into his skin. ,,I thought about adding purple colour to it, but I decided against it." You bite your lip. God, you thought you were done crying. ,,When did you get it?" ,,About...two years ago?" ,,Did you buy me this necklace because of its meaning?" He nods. ,,I searched the whole internet to find the perfect one, but I didn't find anything, so I went to the goldsmith with my outlines for the necklace. He crafted this beautiful pendant." He takes the small pendant between his fingers and looks at it with a faint smile. ,,You're gonna make me cry again," you say, eyes already

teary. You didn't know that Jungkook went through the process of outlining and bringing his idea for the pendant to the goldsmith to gift you the perfect present all those years ago. ,,Babe," he coos, hands wandering to your back and slowly caressing you. You want to tell him. You want to tell him these three magical words so badly, but they don't come past your lips. Instead you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, hugging him tightly. ,,Why didn't you say anything?" you mumble. ,,Why? Would you have gotten a tattoo for me too?" Jungkook shifts his head, looking down at your face cuddled up against his shoulder. ,,Maybe like, "Jungkook" on your forehead?" You hit his chest. ,,Don't make fun of it. This is the cutest thing someone has ever done for me," you sniff. ,,You are so amazing. I don't deserve you, Jungkook. The world doesn't deserve you." When you lean back again and you see the stars shining in his eyes, you can't decide whether your heart explodes from adoration or wistfulness. ,,I..." No. You can't do this. You don't have the right to say it. Not now, and probably never again. But that's okay, because Jungkook deserves much more than what you could possibly offer. Maybe that's what keeps you holding back, or maybe your searching for excuses, because you're scared. But who knows at this point? Your feelings and thoughts are pure chaos. Jungkook patiently waits for you to collect your thoughts, oblivious about the inner battle you are having with yourself. ,,I- I should get going." Uncertainty veils the faux confidence of your voice and you swallow hard to get the tightness in your chest go away. Jungkook immediately picks up on that. He knows when you are faking something. He finds little credence in the way you are attempting to stare back into his eyes with assurance, the curve of your small smile looking rather forced than natural. Jungkook notices the way you fidget with your fingers, notices the embarrassed lip bite after you realise that he doesn't believe whatever you're putting on view, and can literally feel the growing insecureness that builds up in you. And yet, Jungkook won't call you out on it. These are the last minutes before you'll leave - again - and god knows when you'll come back - or if you'll ever come back to him. He is going to hold you in his arm as long as he can, provide last bits of comfort for you, before you're going to walk out of his car. Out of his life. Out of his heart - where you managed to occupy the biggest place he has to offer. And now that you're going again, there'll be a big hole in his heart. But he got through it before, he won't be having a hard time dealing with his loss for long this time around. He could fill the empty place with all the sweet memories that you and he made this week. Fill the loneliness with the beautiful memories of your contagious laughter, cute smile, mesmerising eyes and every little significant word that left your pretty lips. Yeah, Jungkook can do that. Fill the lonely spots in his heart with images of your bright and warm soul that he adores so much. ,,I'll be right here, only a phone call away, you know that, right?" His hands never stopped roaming over your body, delicate fingers sliding over the fabric of your cute dress. ,,Don't pull off the same shit you did when you left years ago, okay?" he asks, but it's more like a demand. He won't be having any of you trying to erase him and what you left behind when you're parting ways with him again. He won't survive if you'll decide to cut him off again. ,,And always remember, my heart holds you when my arms cannot." A comforting breeze sails up your back, spreads around your body, and, for an evanescent eye blink, you feel as if his pacifying disposition is distinguishing all of your doubts and plants new flowers of hope in every corner of your body. For a meagre second you come to think of the possibility of every thing being okay when you get back to Los Angeles. It's breath-taking. To not be afraid of the future. To actually believe

that nothing will get in your way and that you'll be able to get through it. But it's not soon after that new tears escape your longing eyes. He wipes them away with his hands. Thumbs catching every teardrop that slides down your cheeks. You're afraid to say something, afraid that your voice might break and that you'll start bawling out your eyes again. So you duck down, giving him the sweetest and most passionate kiss you've ever given anyone. And after that, you both get out of his car. Jungkook helps you carrying the luggage out of his trunk. You share a brief glance, gazing into each others poignant looking eyes as your stomach churns in sorrow. And then, that's it. You both don't say goodbye. Because both of you cling onto that foolish shred of hope that this, whatever it is that ties your hearts together, isn't the end. ~ if anyone read this whole thing then...idk i feel like i should apologise? bc there are definitely better things to do than reading a 36k fanfic i wrote, but a big thank you to everyone who took their precious time to read this🥺🥺🥺

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Helping Hand | JJK

Sometimes all you need is a helping hand.

♡ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (also a teeny bit of Jimin x Reader)

♡ Genre: Roommate AU, Best Friend AU, Best Friends to lovers, Smut, Fluff, Angst????

♡ Rated: D for Down Bad

♡ Warnings: Lotte concert 2019 Jungkook, PTD concert black swan Jimin (yes these are warnings), Y/N needs some dick, jk is also pretty down bad, mentions of past substance abuse, mentions of depression, mentions of character death, very brief and vague mentions of su*cidal thoughts, this fic is heavy and horny please beware, jk a lil bit of a dummy, masturbation, semi public sex(ish), grinding, car sex, cumming in pants, fingering, oral (m + f receiving), overstimulation, protected sex (follow they lead kiddies), gets cute towards the end I promise~

♡ Word Count: 23.4k

♡ Summary: A double blind date was your suggestion. Everything about it should make him happy, but this sinking feeling just won’t go away. All he wanted was to get it over with.

♡ Now Playing…: X by Tinashe, Backseat by Khalid, and Good Days by Sza

♡ Author’s Note: A story from the vault of the 2020 works I started but never published! This was meant to be posted on Valentine's Day, but life got in the way so I’m just posting it now instead of keeping it for another year. Let’s just pretend 🤡 Happy Valentine’s Day to all the couples out there, and for all my singles, we’ll get ‘em next year 😩✊🏽 Also a big thank you to @kth1 for the graphics and @jessikahathaway for reading over this for me!

No reposting, modifying. Translating is not allowed unless given explicit permission. Thank you so much :D

Fuck everything.

It was dismal that these were the first words that came to mind as you stepped out of your last class for today.

To put it frankly, this day has not treated you kindly.

These feelings of deep anguish were all caused by the simple fact that it was Valentine's Day. Couples everywhere were trapped in a lovestruck trance by the holiday, wanting to do anything and everything to celebrate. You had nothing against it but you were not in the right mental state to handle all of the affection. It made going anywhere unbearable, promotions for the perfect date spots all over campus, posts all over social media about your friends going out with their partners, every corner you turned you couldn’t escape it.

After your classes, you were tired of it all. It just made the journey back to your little apartment even more exhausting. Lovey-dovey couples holding hands, kissing, being together everywhere you looked had made you so riled up to the point where you were even considering calling your ex, Incheol, to help fill that void.

Why were you so hot and bothered? Sure all the PDA can get to any single person, especially on Valentine’s Day, but what got you to the point of even considering going so low as to call your ex again just to get some dick?

It’s just been a long year.

It’s not that you wanted to go this long without sex, but it just ended up that way. After your break up with Incheol you really just weren’t in the mood to look for anyone else.

When you first started college, you couldn’t really be tied down. You partied and whoever held your attention long enough was yours for the night. Unintentionally, you started a bit of a crusade with different guys around campus because of this. You didn’t want to, but you were just too busy for anything more than a one night stand. It was that way until you met Incheol. He was your first serious boyfriend and it was a nice, satisfactory relationship. You made some really great memories together, even the break up was clean.

It sounds amazing on paper, but it made it hard to jump back in and start seeing other people. By the time you were even considering going out on dates again, preparing for law school began to take up all your time.

In turn that left you with no dick for a year.

You swear if you see one more couple stuffing their tongues down each other’s throats, you might actually go insane. Lucky for you, your apartment wasn’t too far from campus, an 8 minute bus ride was all it typically took to get back home. It wasn’t too long before you were busting down the door ready to break something.

“Jungkook!!” You called, a strong sense of agitation in your voice as you kicked off your shoes, knowing you needed your best friend for support.

You two had been friends since high school. It was when you both got accepted to colleges in the same city, after talking it out a little, you decided it would just be easier to share an apartment when you moved to Seoul. Now it’s been a little over 4 years since you’ve moved in together and became the best friend and roommate dynamic duo.

You were first greeted with the sight of his shirtless back, the tattoos all along his right arm on full display, his fluffy hair was sticking up in all different directions, telling you he was likely just getting up.

Jungkook was hunched over the counter eating his cereal, nothing strange, but you were in no condition to see him like that.

“Jungkook?” You questioned seeing the peculiar state he was in. You hadn’t even seen his face yet and you could already tell he was exhausted.

“Oh Y/n you’re back…” He sounded so drained.

“Yeah classes are over for me, you didn’t go today?” You wondered, though the answer was pretty obvious.

He shook his head and laughed tiredly. “Not after the night I had.” Hearing that all you could do was roll your eyes. You knew exactly what happened last night.

“And whose fault was that Jungkook, you were the one who had to play and I quote ‘just one more round of cyber hunter,’ which judging by how you look now, wasn’t just one more round.” You recounted.

See the two of you, though you were best friends, have some things about you that are just polar opposites. Jungkook was creative, you used logic. He liked the cold while you liked it warm. He was neat, you were oftentimes a mess despite your love for cleaning. He liked to procrastinate everything to the last minute, and you always made sure you were never behind schedule. Polar opposites in some cases, but over the years you’ve learned that it can be beneficial at times.

“Do you have to lecture me? I'm still like half asleep, it’s too early for this shit.” He sighed, eating another spoonful of cereal. You were not really in the mood to fight him, you needed someone to rant to anyways.

You kept your mouth shut as you took a seat at one of your bar stools. “So did you finish?” You finally questioned.

He nodded slowly.

“2 minutes before the deadline, I've never felt so stressed in my life.” He chuckled lightly. You almost fell off your barstool.

When you had asked Jungkook about his project when he was playing cyber hunter instead of working, he would always brush you off and say “It’s not due till before class starts, I have plenty of time~” The fact that he finished 2 minutes before means that he was working until 7:58 this morning.

“Jungkook what did I tell you–“

“I know, you’re right, but I had things under control until I fell asleep color grading… it set me back like an hour and–” he rubbed his eyes “–and then you–” Jungkook’s eyes widened realizing what he was about to say and stopped himself real quick.

He must be out of his mind or more exhausted than he thought, thinking about telling you about last night. “I– I uh got distracted…” he simply put, not wanting you to know how complicated his feelings were right now.

Seeing you in front of him now already had his mind remembering the events of last night.

Jungkook put his spoon back in his bowl with a loud clunk. He only got a mere 4 hours of sleep after pulling an all-nighter, he was beyond tired. You could tell.

“And this Jungkook is why you should stick to the schedule I make.” You pointed to the board on the wall beside you.

In efforts of organizing your assignments and remembering the countless deadlines you had, you started writing everything down on this whiteboard. You found it extremely helpful and when Jungkook, after seeing you use it when he was hanging out in your room, pondered the idea of doing it for his own work. Well, you took the initiative of buying a bigger whiteboard and sticking it up in the kitchen so you both could use it.

Jungkook fell into the habit of writing everything down a lot quicker than you thought he would. He said it was helping him out but complained about still coming too close to deadlines that you decided to help him out by giving him advised deadlines in order to combat procrastination. It worked a lot better at first but despite your efforts you still found him in his room rushing to get things done last minute more often than not.

“I know you’re right, I’m sorry,” he sighed.

Your brows furrowed. “You don’t need to apologize,” you tried to laugh. You were expecting a snarky remark, not an apology.

“I’m still so out of it I’m sorry, I can’t think straight at all. Anyway, did you need something? You sounded pretty angry when you walked in,” he chuckled weakly.

You were still a bit worried. “We can talk later if you’re not up for it…”

Jungkook shook his head. “What’s up?” You eyed him suspiciously but you decided to continue.

You took a deep breath.

“I’msofuckinghornyI’msorryIknowthat’stoomuchinformationbutit’sbeensohardgettingthroughthedayandIthinkI’mthisclosetolosingmymind.” You sobbed.

Jungkook nearly choked on his cereal.

“You’re— You’re what?!” He coughed, somehow understanding your convoluted sentence.

“It’s been hell, Jungkook. It’s Valentine’s Day and all the couples on campus have been all over each other and—” you laid your head on the counter. “I’m so lonely.” You whined.

Oh, did he know.

Jungkook’s been trying his best to tell himself that last night was just a delusion, so tired and out of it that he imagined everything that happened in the wee hours of the morning.

His eyes had been heavy, the lights in his room all off besides his computer screen sitting righting in front of him, sharply illuminating his features. He was barely awake at that point, his eyes glassy, and probably had a concerning red tint to them, but he was determined to work hard to make sure every scene was colored the way he wanted it to be.

It had been faint at first. His noise canceling headphones drowned out most of the sound, but he swore he could hear the faint buzzing sound coming from the wall in front of his desk. It wasn’t until the moans started that he finally took them off and understood what was happening.

His face had flushed realizing what he was hearing. You were…

Oh.

He told himself it was just out of pure human curiosity that his ears tuned into the sounds next door. Even without the headphones it was faint, but it was just enough that he could hear the little groans, moans, even the way you whined, fuck. It was enough that something scary started to stir inside of him so he quickly put back on his headphones to drown it out.

Jungkook tried to get back to work, pretending that everything was normal, but even with his headphones on he could hear you. His fingers typed away on his keyboard, his leg bounced restlessly, because the more time passed the tighter his pants seemed to get.

He tried not to think about it but with your moans growing louder, the longer he couldn’t pretend.

You sounded so pretty.

It was awful, you were his fucking best friend. He could have easily turned on some music, or actually listened to the contents of the project he was working on, but he never did. The more he listened the harder it was to ignore the quickly developing problem in his pants. He was so fucking hard and you sounded so sexy.

At some point, lust took control, completely forgoing the morality of the situation, he found himself throwing off his headphones, forgetting about his project, and slipping his hands in his pants. Any sense of self control out the window.

At first he tried to reason with himself and say he was just trying to ease the ache but as soon as his hand wrapped around the shaft, he was a goner.

With a hand over his mouth, Jungkook pumped himself hard and fast, your pretty moans on the other side of the wall made it way too hard to try and control himself.

So many thoughts were bouncing around his head. He imagined how you might look on the other side, a toy between your legs, as you tried your best to get yourself to cum. He imagined going over to your room, helping you, fuck would you want that? He knew he could make you feel so good if you just let him. Thoughts of getting the chance, oh he knew you would feel so good around him.

It was disgusting, you were his friend, but the tabooness of the situation turned him on even more. He should have been ashamed.

He was, but in the moment he didn’t feel it at all. As the sounds of your moans grew relentless, he couldn’t take it anymore. It wasn’t long before his orgasm was hitting him like a freight train, he spilled all over his hand, shirt, and pants. He had never come that hard before and all it took was the sounds of his best friend behind a wall.

As his breathing slowed, the regret was quick to creep in.

What the fuck did he do?

What was the worst though was that little voice that told him it was real, and how much he truthfully enjoyed hearing you.

He must be down bad too because he crossed some serious boundaries last night…

Jungkook felt his face heat up at the thought.

“—and so now I’m like, what should I do?” Jungkook suddenly fazed back into your rambling.

“Huh?”

“I was saying what should I do? Here I am single on Valentine’s Day, hornier than I should be admitting… Like Jungkook, it's seriously been a year!” You cried and you didn’t miss when he mumbled “You’re not alone” as he was sipping up the last of the milk in the bowl.

You looked at him wide eyed. “You too? I thought for sure that...”

Jungkook shook his head. “I’ve been trying so hard to get back on track that I… I didn’t want to get distracted.” You slowly nodded, understanding.

Jungkook had been through a lot this past year to put it lightly.

It started back in your first year. While you were going around enjoying the party scene, hooking up with pretty much anyone you could, Jungkook had managed to get himself a girlfriend soon into the year.

You remember they were pretty much together all the time. He was hardly at your shared apartment and anytime he was, she was right there with him. Yoona was her name. You were honestly convinced that they would get married someday, the couple seeming to be the perfect pair. They lasted for nearly two years. It was up until one day you came home later than you normally would, to hear the two of them arguing inside.

You were nosy and a little tipsy, so you began eavesdropping behind the door. You were shocked at the words thrown at each other, and you’re almost sure you heard your name come up in the mix (though you chalk that up to the alcohol). Whatever happened Yoona stormed out leaving you to deal with an upset Jungkook who was on the brink of tears.

You still blame yourself for convincing him to go over to her place a few weeks later to talk to her. You remembered being surprised by Jungkook being back so soon, but what you remember even more was the slam of his room door only seconds after. It took a good week to get Jungkook out of his room and tell you that he found her with another guy, who was a close classmate and mutual friend apparently.

Things just kept getting worse.

It really was the day right after he told you that he got a call from his parents letting him know his uncle, someone who he had been so close to all his life, who had inspired him to pursue a career in the film industry, had been in an accident. You can’t say much from there because that’s pretty much all he told you before he was on the next train back to Busan. He called you a week later after you began blowing up his phone (you were worried) that his uncle had passed and that he needed his space.

He was gone for about a little over two months.

It was also around this same time that you started to get involved with Incheol. He was there when the apartment felt so empty and honestly he was the one who really helped ground you and get your priorities straight. It was a match made in heaven.

You were cuddling up with Incheol one day when you heard the knock at the door. You still can’t forget the shock that you felt on the day that Jungkook came back.

He was back, yes, but the moment he seemingly brushed right past you, paying really no notice to you or Incheol who was looking confused on the couch, was when you realized he still was elsewhere and hurting.

You tried to be there for him, you really did, but any attempts you had of getting close and talking about any issues failed every time.

He was distant.

You blame yourself though for not trying harder and letting Incheol sweep you off your feet the way he did, but it’s like you started seeing less and less of each as the days passed.

You had no idea about what he was getting up to, where he was most of the time. It really didn’t feel like he came back from Busan.

Any remnants of your friendship seemed few and far between until nearly halfway through your 2nd semester in your 3rd year. You had been getting ready for a date with Incheol later that day when you heard him come back, he was clearly disheveled and honestly looked so stressed. You decided to try once again asking him to talk to you and it was then that all the hardships of the last few months came rushing out.

He told you everything.

He told you how hard it was dealing with Yoona and his uncle’s passing at the same time. He told you the only reason he came back was because he missed you so much and that he had missing assignments starting to pile up. Apparently though, even after coming back to Seoul he just couldn’t seem to pull himself back together.

Jungkook started doing shit he wasn’t proud of. He was partying, carelessly sleeping around, hanging out with people he knew he shouldn’t have, and he said he did things that he wasn’t even comfortable telling you (and he’s normally fine telling you everything). He let you know that he was also so behind in assignments that he had a meeting that day about them suggesting he drop the semester and that he risked getting kicked out of programs he worked his ass off to get into. He even said they were considering to expel him because of his sudden disappearance even after he explained the situation.

It was that day when things began to take a turn. You assisted Jungkook in talking with his administrators to create a plan and helped him catch up on his assignments to finally get back on track.

You were there with him through the dark days, trying your best to be by his side. You knew he wasn’t telling you everything that happened while you two were distant, at times he would completely isolate himself and shut you out.

It was obvious there was more going on. Jungkook would sometimes lock himself in his room and you could just hear the torment that was happening behind that door. Sometimes all you could do was knock occasionally to make sure he was ok. You made him food and would stay by his door to try to let him know you were here for him. Other times he would tell you openly about the depression he was battling and would just want an ear to vent to. He was always vague, but you made sure you were a shoulder he could lean on. You even helped pay for him to get professional help, sensing he needed it, and the fact he wasn’t working at the time.

It was a rocky road, but after some time Jungkook started to convalesce. You started to see the life in Jungkook’s eyes that you didn’t realize you missed so much until one day when you randomly started crying when you both decided to take a break and watch a movie together.

He was just critiquing the movie as he usually would, but it just made you realize that he was back.

This whole thing did have some consequences for you though. As you were busy helping Jungkook, you started having less and less time to balance Jungkook, work, school, and a boyfriend. After a while it was decided that you and Incheol were drifting apart and it was best to just end things.

As much as you knew it was the right decision, it still hurt because you really did care for him. You found yourself in Jungkook’s arms more than once as you cried your eyes out, binge watching your favorite series over and over again.

Since then though, it really has just been you and Jungkook. You both would sometimes hang out with your other friends, but after everything that happened you just seemed to not be apart too often.

“Well I guess that means we’re both desperate, am I right?” You chuckled lightly.

“Too right,” he sighed.

Silence seemed to come in between you two, but your mind was busy trying to come up with some sort of solution.

“Wait… I have an idea.” You enthusiastically got up from your bar stool, a habit of needing to stand whenever you were working things out in your brain. Jungkook smiled when he noticed.

“What if we set each other up?” You looked at him but you could tell he was still very much so confused.

“Listen listen listen. So what if we set each other up with some of our friends, like maybe you have a friend who would be interested in me, and I know I definitely have a friend who likes you. We pick a day to meet up and…” You voice got all sultry, trying to hint at the result of your glorious plan.

Jungkook didn’t miss the way his heart tightened at your proposition.

“Like a double date would be perfect. We could have fun and go out together which I think we desperately need. I could meet with one of your friends and you mine. We could hang out together, separate later in the night and, if things go well, we both get laid. Jungkook, I think I really might be a genius.” You bounced around, your eyes trained on him to see what he thought.

Jungkook was just waiting for that sense of enthusiasm to hit. It was a great idea, but the more he thought about it, the more that tightness in his chest seemed to get worse. Why wasn’t he excited? He should be as happy as you were.

Maybe it’s just because it’s been awhile?

Jungkook forced a smile. “I’m down.”

You smiled.

“Ok so let's surprise each other. I already have the perfect girl in mind. She’s your type personality wise, she’s really pretty, and I know for a fact she likes you so you can have full confidence in me that you’ll have a great time, ok!” You reassured him.

“That sounds nice.” Jungkook didn’t mean it, and he didn’t do a good job of hiding it.

“Do you have anyone in mind for me?” You questioned, honestly a little curious.

There’s that weird feeling again…

“Ummmm I think so, I’ll have to check with him though…” Jungkook shyly rubbed the back of his neck.

He did for a fact have someone in mind. He had no doubt that he’d make time to come and he knows that you’re his type.

Jungkook shouldn’t be feeling like this at all. He’s helping out his friend and you’re helping him out. And it’s not like he isn’t horny, because if last night proves anything, he definitely needs to get laid.

He couldn’t seem to pinpoint why he would rather spend an evening with you watching another season of the Great British Baking Show than out at a club for an easy hookup.

He was never the type to hate parties. Sure he was definitely an introvert and you’re the opposite, but he’s always had a great time going to them secretly whenever you would drag him along. Especially with the circumstances, he should actually be excited for this…

Definitely something was wrong with him.

Maybe it’s the lack of sleep?

“Ok! Let me know as soon as you can so I can start planning~” He couldn’t stop smiling this time at how enthusiastic you get about planning. The look on your face had him feeling all warm inside.

“Anyway, I have work to do so let me go ahead and get a head start!” You smiled, grabbing your bags.

“Go get some sleep, I’ll fix dinner later so you don’t have to worry.” Jungkook felt his heart warm, a fluttery feeling spread throughout his body.

He was undoubtedly the better cook between the two of you. He usually took it upon himself to fix dinner and sometimes even lunch if you were around. It’s not like you were horrible, it’s just the difference was that Jungkook liked to cook, and you did it because you had to. He would know certain spices, recipes, and would always add that ‘love’ to your dishes that had your eyes watering with how good they were. It was because of this that Jungkook took up cooking for the both of you pretty much every night. You would never hesitate though in taking up that duty whenever you were needed.

“Thank you~” He meant it. He really couldn’t ask for a better roommate.

And with that you were off to your room.

Jungkook quickly put his bowl in the sink before scurrying off to his room.

Only a little bit of light was shining in from the crack he put in his blackout curtains. The dim mood had him both sleepy and confused as hell.

His mind was busy playing the events of last light over and over again. Your moans were still echoing in his head clear as day.

This and the discussion he had with you had him realize just how horny he really was.

It really has been a little over a year since he’s even been touched in that way.

Maybe that’s why he was thinking about you so much, why last night he wanted to watch you, would have liked even better to help you. He needed someone badly because his best friend should not ever get mixed up in his sexual fantasies no matter how desperate he is.

This thought had Jungkook quickly shooting a text to Jimin about them hanging out tomorrow. He’s got to make this happen if he’s ever going to get you out of his head.

That’ll solve everything. He’s sure of it.

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“That’s your roommate?!” The loud exclamation seemed to reverberate throughout the spacious apartment.

Jungkook tried to shush him.

“And best friend, yes, yes she is.”

They had paused the game they were playing together when Jungkook finally brought up the question he came to ask. His hyung was quick to ask for a picture and Jungkook pulled up your latest post on your Insta.

Jimin looked at the phone and back at Jungkook, absolutely baffled. “Are you sure?”

Jungkook rolled his eyes.

He sighed, a little confused why that was so hard to believe, and switched to a picture of you two together. It was the day you went out to celebrate finals being over last year.

Jimin brought the phone way too close to his face tryna see if he saw any signs of editing. “Either this is the greatest prank ever or Jungkook your best friend is…” Jimin did that thing where he rubs his thumb over his nose and a giddy smirk couldn’t seem to leave his face.

“Double, triple yes to that double date thing.” He quickly agreed.

Jungkook noticed the way his heart seemed to do a tug of war. That weird feeling he’s been having ever since you suggested this plan was back, but he was happy this means that he is closer to the end of this madness.

While Jungkook was out of it, Jimin already had managed to get your Insta and switched to his phone so he could shamelessly stalk.

“You guys hang out a lot?” He questioned.

“Huh?” Jungkook snapped out of it.

“You’re in most of the pictures she posts.”

Jungkook smiled at that thought for some reason. “I mean yeah, we live together and we’re best friends.”

Jimin nodded.

He managed to scroll all the way down to a photo session you had when you and a friend went back to Busan for a beach trip. Jungkook felt his face warm at the sight of you in your simple black bikini, but his attention went more to Jimin who was enjoying the sight a little too much.

Jungkook snatched his phone.

“I’m right here.” Jungkook scoffed.

“I was just trying to find pictures where you weren’t in them.”

“But do you have to look at her like that?!” Jungkook didn’t even realize the words that came out of his mouth until Jimin’s face started to morph into something unreadable.

“Jungkook… Nothing ever happened between you two?” He finally questioned, sensing something suspicious was going on.

Jungkook shook his head, almost appalled that he even thought that.

That seemed to connect the dots in Jimin’s mind. “You sure you don’t like her or something?”

Jungkook felt his face heat up. “N-No-No, why would you even say that?” The accusation made him more flustered than it should.

“Jungkook I’m not an idiot, you guys spend so much time together so I’m sure you guys get along well, she’s very very pretty, I don’t see a reason why you wouldn’t like her…” To Jimin it honestly seemed more strange if he didn’t like you.

Jungkook turned toward the window, the city shining bright down below as the sun continued to go down. “We’re just friends.” His voice was static, but the words still affected him for some reason.

Jimin looked at him questionably “Right... so you’ve never liked her?”

Jungkook turned back to his hyung “No-Well, I mean…”

He leaned in intrigued. “That’s a yes, now tell me.”

Jungkook sighed. “I mean… Back in highschool—“

“HIGHSCHOOL?” Jimin nearly screamed.

Jungkook tried to shush him again. “I told you about how I moved right before my second year?”

Jimin nodded.

“Well it was when we were just getting to know each other. I’m pretty quiet so it was a little hard for me to make friends, but she was there and we got close and—“

“You caught feelings?” Jimin finished.

Jungkook nodded hesitantly

“And how long was this for?”

“When we moved in together. We had our separate lives so we weren’t as close as we used to be, plus I started dating Yoona around that time so–“

“Wait wait wait wait… so you liked her for 2 years?”

“More like a year and a few mont–“

“Jungkook I don’t care about specifics, that wasn’t just like a little crush that went away, you liked her for a long time.”

“It was highschool.”

“Highschool my ass, feelings are feelings. Now are you sure you don’t like her, or better yet, those feelings ever even went away in the first place?”

“Yes I’m sure.” Jungkook noticed the way his voice wavered. He didn’t expect that to come out like that…. it made him seem so unsure of himself.

“Ok then give me back my phone, I’m Insta stalking your cute friend or should I say my cute date~”

Jungkook hesitantly handed his hyung’s phone back.

A weird feeling buried deep somewhere spread throughout his body as he watched his friend oogle you.

He must be going insane…

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“Wait wait wait, you’re kidding?!” Eun Ae nearly screamed in the middle of the cafe.

You gave her an ugly stare telling her to be quiet.

“Sorry, but I never thought I had a chance with your “roommate.”” She sat back in her chair, amazed.

“What do you mean? You’re totally his type.” You said remembering the girls you’d see Jk hang around when you used to party together. “And what’s with the quotations? You know he’s my best friend.”

Eun Ae burst out laughing “I thought you guys were together or something if I’m being honest.”

Your heart did a flip. “Why’d you think that?”

Eun Ae put down her latte. “I see you guys leave together sometimes and I thought you were dating!” She rolled her eyes at your confused look “I see the way you look at him, I seriously thought you were in love.”

“I mean of course I like him, he’s my best friend, but nothing more ok.” You chuckled nervously.

“Hmmmmm, if you say so.” She looked like she didn’t believe you but decided not to push the subject anymore.

“Anyway we should go out and get some things for this weekend.” You smiled liking the idea of that, it really has been a while since you’ve been out.

“Yeah, I’m free tomorrow if that’s good with you.” You mentioned.

“Yeah that works for me.” She responded by taking a sip of her latte. “By the way, where did you get your necklace? It’s pretty.”

You looked down at the small heart shaped diamond and smiled. “Jungkook gave me it yesterday so I have no idea, I can ask for you though.” You saw your friend’s eyes widen.

“He gave that to you? On Valentine's Day?” She looked at you a little funny and it had your cheeks warming up.

“Yeah…”

You thought back to it. Jungkook had finally come out of his room later that evening after you told him dinner was ready. You were shocked to find him coming out with a velvet box in hand.

“It’s nothing too special, just wanted to give you something after all you’ve done for me.” He opened the box to reveal the little Diamond. You had to admit, your heart fluttered at the gesture.

Eun Ae just laughed. “And you’re sure there’s nothing going on between you two?”

“Yes.” Looking at it now, it did look pretty romantic. But no, this was Jungkook who gave this to you, he would never see you that way.

“And you’re sure Jungkook doesn’t like you?” Eun Ae asked, putting her hands on the table.

“Jungkook?” You just laughed. “No, I don’t think he’d ever be into me.”

“You don’t think? Maybe you’re just an idiot and can’t realize that her best friend is seriously crushing on her?!” Eun Ae practically yelled.

“Yah!” You tried shushing her, realizing people were starting to look over in your direction.

“I don’t know Y/n this is pretty suspicious if you ask me. But whatever, I’m still down for the double date. This still just seems like a bad idea but…” She raised her cup.

“To hoping we get lucky~” She smiled and you held your cup as well and clinked it together.

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The weekend came quicker than expected. It was weird, but Jungkook tried to get as excited as you were. He would see you happily bouncing around the apartment, counting down the days, but he wasn’t feeling the same way whatsoever. As the big day finally approached, the more that weird feeling seemed to get worse. He just wasn’t into it as much as you were, part of him wanted to tell you to cancel but he couldn’t ask that seeing how happy you were.

Instead he just tried to keep his eyes on the prize. Make it through the date, maybe get laid, it’s Sunday. He had no doubt in your pick, he knew this date wouldn’t be an absolute dumpster fire and hard to get through. You wouldn’t do that to him.

Why did he feel so weird? Maybe it’s just nerves about getting back out there? That became his next excuse he latched on to. It really had been a while. He wasn’t the most social guy so things like this can be a bit nerve racking.

That had been his mantra. You’re just nervous, you’ll have fun once you get there. Over and over again, he would try to tell himself, but that didn’t make it go away.

The day still came and he couldn’t escape the sinking feeling he felt as he drove over to Jimin’s apartment. You had decided it would be better if you would arrive separately, making the meeting an even bigger surprise once you all would make it to the club.

When his hyung made it downstairs, as he was getting in, Jungkook felt the strangest mix of emotions. He was nervous, extremely nervous, and that sinking feeling was there. Why couldn’t he be excited? At the very least this was still the first time he was getting out in a year. The only thing he could think about was you.

“Ooooo Jeon Jungkook. You clean up nice~” Jimin awed after he got settled into the car. This was also going to be the first time he was going out with Jimin. Jungkook would come over sometimes to mostly hang out at his place, but they never have gone anywhere together.

Jungkook looked down at his outfit. He was wearing a suit accented with thin sparkly stripes and a simple black button up tucked into his pants. He permed his long hair a few days ago and now it was filled with these loose curls. It was a look for sure.

Jungkook just laughed. “Y/n did most of this actually��” He cheesed remembering you pretty much took control the minute he questioned what he was going to wear.

His attention turned back to his hyung who was looking at him strangely.

“What?” Jungkook questioned.

“You got that look on your face…” Jimin pointed out.

“What look?”

“When you said her name, your face got all funny.”

Jungkook looked appalled by the statement. “What are you talking about?!”

“You were like, Y/n did this for me~~~” Jimin said in a mocking tone, exaggerating the smile he noticed. “What’s up with that?”

“Nothing! You’re the one making it a thing… I don’t even sound like that.” Jungkook mumbled, turning away.

Jimin just looked at him, and then turned away. “I still think this is a bad idea. You obviously like her.”

“…”

“Don’t even try and deny it, I’m not dumb.”

“I don’t.” Jungkook said calmly, but he sure didn’t feel that way. His palms were sweaty and all he could focus on was the way his body reacted when his hyung put so plainly that he liked her. He made it seem so easy, but that couldn’t be it.

You were his best friend. Any and all feelings were left far back in the past. He couldn’t like you. It was out of the question—

“Alright I’m not fighting you on this anymore. If you don’t want to see it then whatever, I’m enjoying tonight.” Jimin sighed.

That would be impossible. You were best friends, roommates, nothing more. Yes, he liked you in the past but that was then. You both have gone through life and over time he just didn’t feel the same way for you anymore. You were his best friend—

“Jungkook, are we gonna go? We’re already late…” Jimin finally asked, seeing the way he was just sitting there staring off into space. This finally got his attention and he started the car back up.

That feeling was just getting worse and worse the closer they got to the club. At this point he really was only going because of you. Everything in his body was telling him to drive back to the apartment and sleep away whatever’s got him feeling this way. Was he sick? Maybe that was it…

It wasn’t too far away from Jimin’s apartment and so they were pulling into the parking garage before he knew it. Too fast in his opinion.

It took them a little while to find a parking space, the garage filled to the brim with cars on each level. Jungkook could already tell the club was probably going to be packed today, but it was to be expected a week after the infamous holiday of love. So many new couples, new romances, new flings all celebrating the start of a brand new journey. Love was still in the air here in Itaewon.

As soon as Jungkook pulled in he noticed the giddy smile on his hyung’s face. In this moment he decided what he was feeling was envy. He wished he had the same excitement.

“You ready?” Jimin playfully slapped his arm. He was beaming.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” Jungkook’s voice was shallow and monotone. The difference in energy was uncanny. You wouldn’t think they were going to the same place.

“Where are the girls?” Jimin questioned reaching in his back pocket.

“Y/n texted me and she said they were at the front waiting for us…” Jungkook’s attention turned to his hyung who had taken out his wallet, looking through its contents.

“ID… card… cash…” Jimin mumbled to himself, checking that he had everything. Jungkook was hardly paying any mind, too focused on trying to pep himself up for this date, until his eyes spotted the condom in one of the pockets.

Jungkook’s grip on the steering wheel tightened. That sinking feeling seemingly exploding to new heights.

“What’s up with you?” Jimin noticed the way Jungkook sighed and the way he wasn’t even looking at him anymore.

“Nothing… just hurry up please.”

“Ooo, is Jungkookie excited for his date?” Jimin tried to tease, but there was no laugh, not even a chuckle from the younger one. This was just getting depressing at this point.

“Jungkook. Are you sure you’re ok?” Jimin’s tone turned to concern.

“Yes, I told you I’m fine.”

“It doesn't take rocket science to see that you’re obviously not.”

“…”

“What’s wrong?”

“…”

“Is it Y/n?”

“I told you it’s not about her!” Jungkook’s voice was a little too high saying that.

“Then what is it then? You’ve been all mopey since you picked me up.”

“…”

“Jungkook…”

“I don’t know why I feel this way.” It was annoying, he was annoyed at himself. He was already ruining the fun and they haven’t even left the car yet.

“Hey.” Jungkook felt Jimin put his hand on his shoulder. He was surprised to see him look so serious.

“I know you’ve been through some rough times and this is the first time you’re going out in a while. Do you think it may be that?” Jimin was truly concerned at this point.

Jungkook sighed and looked out the window.

“I know I’ve been making jokes about you and Y/n but if this is really about you being out again…” Jimin’s eyes were full of worry as he started rubbing small circles across his back. “Is that what it is?”

“Maybe,” He was definitely nervous about doing this again, there was no doubt about that. “But don’t worry about me.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I just need to get used to being back. I’m pretty sure it’ll go away as soon as we get inside. You just focus on your date with Y/n. She’s been excited to meet you.” He tried to force a smile.

He noticed his hyung’s giddy smile at the thought. “She has?”

“Yes, now don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine. I’m sure I’ll have a good time.” He was trying to convince himself more than Jimin.

“Alright, but let us know if it gets to be too much.”

“Hyung…”

“Ok ok ok ok, let’s go! Didn’t you say we were late?” Jimin asked as he opened the car door. Jungkook took a deep breath before doing the same.

“Yeah we are. We should probably run or Y/n’s never going to forgive me.” And with that the two friends made their way out the garage building and across the street.

It only took his eyes a second of searching before he spotted you and your friend already in line to get in. Jungkook grabbed Jimin’s hand and pulled him to catch up with the both of you.

“Y/n!” Jungkook called out and your eyes immediately met with his. You smiled and waved them both over. By the time they made it to you, they were noticeably out of breath.

“You finally made it…” You sighed in relief. Your eyes trained on Jungkook checking over his outfit, noticing he put on what you picked out. He looked good, well good would be an understatement, but he wasn’t your date tonight.

Your eyes traveled over to the slightly shorter man who was standing right beside him. You smiled eagerly, silently thanking Jungkook, he knew your taste exactly.

His black hair was parted right down the middle, his long bangs cascading down his face and framing it perfect. Despite the cool chill of the February air, he wore black pants with a matching blazer held together only by a single button, a shirt underneath nowhere in sight. You even noticed the chain around his neck that continued down his body. If you didn’t know any better you would have sworn Jungkook’s friend was a Greek god or something.

While you were gawking at Jimin, Jungkook’s eyes were glued to your form. He hadn’t seen you get dressed before you left. You were wearing a simple, tight-fitted, red dress that showed off your curves perfectly. Jungkook could hardly remember the last time he had ever seen you this dressed up. He didn’t try to show it but he was shocked. You looked really good…

He certainly wasn’t the only one who thought so.

His eyes went to his hyung to see he was shamelessly checking you out, before happily smiling at you. He was already putting on that natrious Jimin charm. His gaze then went to yours who had that same giddy expression that for some reason made him want to punch a wall.

“Hi, nice to meet you~ I’m Y/n!” You extended your hand to the handsome stranger and he eagerly grabbed it.

“I’ve been excited to meet you beautiful~ I’m Jimin~” Jungkook felt his blood run cold at the nickname and the giggle you let out as a result. That wasn’t even funny, why were you laughing so hard?

Too caught up with his own thoughts, he was a bit shocked when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around and in that moment Jungkook remembered why exactly they were here in the first place. This was a double date.

“Jungkook!” You came over and put your hand on your friend's shoulders. “Sorry I almost forgot, but this is Eun Ae and she’ll be your beautiful date tonight~” You smiled before returning back to Jimin’s side.

Just as he knew your taste you also certainly knew what he liked as well. She was absolutely beautiful. Her face was round, the curve of her nose accenting her features, the red tint to her lips lured him in. Her skin was like porcelain, contrasting perfectly with her long black hair and dark eyes that held a sultry gaze that made him shiver. Her body was decorated with a gorgeous short, silver dress wrapped around her curves, the back low hanging down her body, making his simple brain lose it at the slightest piece of exposed skin. She really was just stunning.

Maybe this really was exactly what he needed.

He never doubted you when it came to picking his date, but just seeing how on the nose you managed to get it had him feeling all funny inside. You both really knew each other so well.

“It’s nice to finally meet you. Y/n talks about you a lot.” Her voice was sweet and he liked it. Maybe this won’t be so bad, he could at least try and enjoy himself. But his growing hope dwindled when eyes traveled back over to you and Jimin who had his arm already wrapped around your waist. The two of you were already smiling, laughing, and the more he looked the more he wanted to leave and never come back.

It wasn’t too long after that the four of you made it inside of the club. As he predicted the place was indeed packed, wall to wall was just a sea of people drinking, dancing, having fun with each other. It brought back a lot of memories.

The times you would bring him out and you would party together. It feels like so long ago at this point. It was just yesterday you went to your first party as college students. He remembered how he watched you go crazy on the dance floor from the corner of the room. You had pestered him to dance with you, but he was shy and cared way too much what the sunbaes all around thought of him. That didn’t stop you though and he couldn’t stop the smile enveloping his face as he watched you and you watched him, still trying to get him to join you.

Jungkook shook himself out of the memory when he realized he had fallen behind the rest of the group.

All of you talked and quickly came up with a game plan for the night. You all would eat dinner together real quick, hit the dance floor later, and sometime after that you would split up your double date for some alone time.

With a little more waiting you all found yourselves in a circular booth, Jimin and Eun Ae got in first with you and Jungkook sitting next to them on the ends. You all ordered soon after.

“You didn’t want a drink?” Eun Ae asked after the waiter left. Jungkook just shook his head.

“This idiot thought it’d be a great idea to drive here.” You playfully teased.

“Yeah I meant to ask you why didn’t we just take an Uber or something?” Jimin questioned.

“What’s wrong with wanting to drive here?” Jungkook pouted and you instantly realized the reason.

“Ah I got it. You just wanted to show off your new car, didn’t you?!” You pointed your finger at him and knew the way he started getting all shy that you got it right on the nose. Everyone at the table started to laugh.

“I worked hard for it…” He tried to interject but everyone was too busy laughing to pay attention. He didn’t fight it though because as always you were right. After working many different part time jobs over the years, doing odd jobs for friends, and saving everything he ever earned, Jungkook was finally able to buy himself a pretty nice car a few weeks ago. A sleek black higher end Hyundai was what he got for the fruits of his labor.

What’s so bad about wanting to show off a little?

It wasn't the only reason though. Driving his car gave him an easy excuse to not have to drink. With a history as recent as his, he didn’t want to chance going back into that dark depressive hole that encompassed him for a few months. It’s not like he hasn’t had one since that time, but especially with how odd he’s been feeling these days, it was better not to chance it.

The last thing he needed anyway was to drink himself into a hole. He didn’t want to do anything stupid in front of everyone.

The waiter arrived soon with a plate full of brightly colored drinks and Jungkook’s club soda.

“So Jimin… I guess an easy first question… How do you and Jungkook know each other?” You were honestly curious.

“College. We were in the same psychology class his first year and we’ve been friends ever since.” Jimin smiled thinking back to the shy kid that came up to him all those years ago.

“Jungkook, you need to tell me about your friends more often.” You reached across the table and hit his hand. How dare he keep this beautiful man from you for almost 4 years?

“Look what happens…” Jungkook mumbled but there wasn’t any way anyone would be able to hear him with the loud music playing.

“Tell me about yourself then~” You turned back over to Jimin with doting eyes. Even in the dim light Jungkook could tell his hyung was already flustered.

Oh no.

“Uhhh well, I’m Park Jimin. I grew up in Busan just like you both. Um, I went to the same college as Jungkook. I was in the dance department though and—“

Jungkook felt a tap to his shoulder. “What about you Jungkook, what do you study?” Eun Ae asked which made his own cheeks flush. It wasn’t for the same reason as his hyung though.

“Film Production.” He answered back shyly.

“It was one of my last shows I did before I graduated that I was scouted for the show I’m currently doing.” He watched as you gleamed with excitement. That look on your face was exactly why he was embarrassed. Jimin was accomplished.

Not even 2 years since he graduated yet and the man’s already made a name for himself in the modern dance world. Jimin landed himself a great gig as soon as he was free from college. It was a big production that was directed by someone Jungkook remembers was enough to get his hyung to squeal when he found out that they wanted him to play the lead role.

There are billboards around Seoul with him and his dance partner, it was a really big show and he’s seen many of his classmates and many other people on various social medias talk about it. You could even say that it’s gone a little viral— a young, hot, talented lead dancer in this production. People were definitely going to tune in. The one show alone managed to get him enough attention that he doesn’t even need to worry about what happens when production ends. Jimin told him how he already had a long list of coordinators who were wanting to have him in their next show. He was definitely still up and coming but he’s captured the eyes of the people, experts in the field, and best of all, a variety of directors.

Jimin was accomplished, the most probably out of everyone graduating in his class. A few months ago he was even able to move into this really nice apartment, no roommate needed whatsoever.

Jimin ended up explaining this to you all and Jungkook felt that sinking feeling continued to grow more and more. He hated seeing that look in your eye or the way you subtly would move a little closer as he kept adding more and more impressive stuff to his list. Jungkook grabbed his cup a little tighter, taking a long swig.

Maybe he really shouldn’t have driven today, this wasn’t strong enough.

“Ahhh! I knew you looked familiar!” Eun Ae smiled. “It took me a minute to place your face but a few of my friends have seen your show! I wanna go see it now.” Now even his own date was getting swooned by the amazing Park Jimin.

How could he compete with that?

All he had to his name was his Hyundai and student loan debt. He suddenly regretted bringing him here.

Everyone’s eyes for the most part remained on Jimin even after their food got here. He continued to talk about his life, typical first date topics but Jimin was charming you and he knew that. You had that same stupid look that he remembers you had on your face whenever your ex was at the apartment.

Jungkook was hardly there to see it but there were moments he remembers coming home to the two of you in the living room, your eyes gleaming as he talked, that weird laugh you would do whenever he’d make a horrible joke, or the way your hands had a habit of resting on his thighs. All he’s come to realize were telltale signs that you were in fact down bad.

Jimin also had that same dopey look with you. You made sure to engage in any of the stories he would tell, adding your own anecdotes here and there before the conversation changed to be about you. You talked about your journey preparing for law school and Jimin had that same sparkle that you did in his eyes.

This was a match, Jungkook really nailed it with this one.

…

Sometimes Eun Ae would try and spark up a conversation with him, but usually they were all relatively short lived. It wasn’t like it was hard to talk to her, in fact it was quite the opposite. She would try and ask him general first date questions and a nice back and forth would get going. She would laugh and that would make him happy, he would as well sometimes. It was nice.

But somewhere in the middle his attention would always drift back over to you and Jimin. Eun Ae would notice and the conversation would die out before it hardly began. He hated it.

By the time everyone finished eating Jungkook wished for nothing more than to go home. The whole time that sinking feeling he’d hoped would go away only seemed to escalate further and further, this double date harder to get through than he could have imagined. He was too sober for this.

It was you who suggested that you take your party over to the dance floor. Popular songs everyone knew were playing as the four of you made your way to the rainbow colored floor. Couples, friends, and singles all were having a blast moving their bodies to the sounds of the music.

Your party made it through the thick crowd and managed to wedge yourselves in between everyone. You danced all together for a while, jumping around screaming the lyrics for any of the songs you guys knew. It was the first time Jungkook was fully able to enjoy himself, hoping this was finally the turn around he needed.

It was that same feeling he used to have whenever you dragged him to parties when you both were in your first year. He missed it so much. Spending time with you and actually enjoying himself at places like this.

That was until the DJ decided to switch it up. Instead of the fun, hype songs for everyone, the DJ announced that the next set was for all the new couples from Valentines Day. The songs transitioned perfectly, they were a little slower with very clear and obvious sexual undertones.

Oh no.

Jungkook watched as you smiled at him and Eun Ae before you decided to wrap your arms around Jimin’s neck. He wasn’t bothered by this at all and placed his hands on your hips. Even in the dim light he could see the flirty exchanges, the longing glances, and subtly touches.

Taking him out of his dazed stare was Eun Ae grabbing his hand asking to dance with him. He tried to smile and pulled her close, but his mind was elsewhere.

No… no he wasn’t gonna do this anymore.

Jungkook turned them around so he couldn’t face you and Jimin and turned his full attention to the beautiful lady who was his date tonight. This seemed to be just what he needed to focus.

The two of them talked, finally having an ongoing conversation. It was nice, very nice actually. Jungkook liked her, she was funny, pretty, so pretty actually. When the songs changed to slow dance he couldn’t help but pull her even closer. His arms were wrapped tightly her waist, his head buried in her shoulder. Jungkook was already planning the next time they might be able to meet each other. This is really all he needed, alone time, away from the others. He was happy.

But that didn’t last long.

All it took was one glance over to realize they had turned around. In Jungkook’s peripheral he saw you two… You were just inches away from each other, your faces so close he had to look twice to see if you were… your arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, your fingers gently running through his hair, and Jimin’s grip on your waist had lowered even further to grab at your ass. He saw red.

Jungkook felt sick.

He quickly apologized before running to the bathroom. His heart was practically jumping out his chest, his skin burned with fire. As soon as the door closed he headed straight to the sink to splash some cold water on his face, hoping to soothe whatever this horrible feeling was.

Jungkook looked at himself in the mirror. He couldn’t even recognize himself anymore. What was wrong with him? Was he actually sick?

Jungkook thought back to you and Jimin and it took everything in him to not throw something. It was obvious at this point he was upset at the sight but why? He couldn’t even explain it, he should be happy for you?! You were his best friend and you were clearly having a great time. Fuck he hated it. Why him? Why was it Jimin? He couldn’t stand seeing the two of you together. Just the thought of it had him balling up his fist.

Why was he so angry? Jungkook let out a loud sigh, not even caring who was in here with him. It hurt so much, that sinking feeling making him scrunch up his face tightly hoping he could just stop it.

How far was tonight going to go for you? Would you smile at him the same way that Jungkook knows lights up a whole room? Would you laugh at all his jokes, no matter if they’re not funny or not? Would you let him make your heart flutter, that feeling of excitement that always comes from a new romance? Jimin was a great guy, of course you probably fell into that trap. Would you let him kiss you? Your hands pulling him close to feel your sweet lips, a heated desire that you couldn’t allow to continue any longer.

He remembered the condom in his hyung’s wallet.

Would you let him touch you? Your fervent hands grappling, touching, pulling, needing to feel each other closer than ever. Would you let him make you cum tonight? Your desperate pleas on the verge of release, ready for him to relieve all that pent up tension from the past year.

Jungkook’s back hit the wall, the thoughts becoming overwhelming. This was his fault. All of this was his fault. If he wasn’t so pitiful last year you wouldn’t even be in this situation, you would probably still be happy with your boyfriend. You wouldn’t need to crave the touch of Jimin.

But he didn’t want that either.

Jungkook just wanted to go back to the way things were before. Just you and him.

At this point he considered leaving right now. How could he go back out there and see you out there with him? He couldn’t. But that wasn’t fair to you and it certainly wasn’t fair to Eun Ae.

Jungkook sluggishly made it back to the main area of the club, instead of going back to the dance floor he just took a seat at the bar, resting his head at the counter. It was probably a second before he felt a tap on his shoulder. It was Eun Ae.

She smiled at the shocked look on his face and went ahead and took a seat right next to him. It wasn’t long before you and Jimin were making their way over too. Jungkook hardly realized though, too focused on the way your hands were intertwined.

“I guess this would be a great time to split up?” You smiled at them and Jungkook felt sick all over again.

Eun Ae nodded. “You guys have fun~ We’ll just be over here.”

“Ok then…” Your gaze turned toward Jungkook. “Treat Eun Ae nice ok~”

Jungkook tried to smile and he nodded. He really should have just left.

“We’ll be at the other end of the bar, bye guys!” Jimin beamed pointed to the opposite end. Everyone said quick goodbyes before Jimin was leading you off for some alone time.

He hated this.

“Sooooo…” Eun Ae started, but Jungkook was hardly listening, his mind swirling with too many thoughts.

He didn’t even notice when she ordered herself a drink or when she tried having a conversation with him. Jungkook would try his best to focus but his eyes would drift over to you and Jimin at the end of the bar.

He felt a tape on his shoulder. It was Eun Ae again.

“Jungkook.” She sounded annoyed, her arms crossed. She had every right to be mad at him. “Is there something going on?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You’ve been looking at Y/n all night.” Eun Ae sounded less annoyed this time, in fact her grimmer turned into a smile. “It really isn’t hard to see that you like her.”

Jungkook felt his blood run cold.

“Ahhh I should have seen it coming, you guys are so close and a guy like you is never just single.” She sighed, taking a swig of her drink.

“I don’t like her.” Jungkook tried to say as dryly as he could. His words said one thing but his actions said another as his attention focused on the way Jimin took your hand and started leading you back into the sea of people.

Eun Ae laughed, it was a hardy laugh like it was the best joke she ever heard. “You’re joking right?” She was wiping her eyes, trying to calm herself down. But Jungkook looked like he was dead serious.

Her face fell.

“Do you think I’m dumb?” She playfully hit his arm. “Jungkook, you've been looking at her all night. I don’t mean to brag but…” she gestured over herself “I look amazing tonight yet you haven’t been able to take your eyes off her! I can’t blame you though…”

“We’re just friends, I’m serious.” Jungkook sounded so dejected. He surely felt that way.

“Oookkkk, well go over there and confess, change that right now!” She pointed in the direction you left with Jimin.

“But I can’t! I don’t like her like that, I can’t like her like that! She’s my best friend, that’s it.” Jungkook was a little too emotional in his words. Eun Ae just stared at him, accessing what the issue might be, but she finally realized the problem here.

“Alright. Ok. Jungkook, you know it’s ok to have feelings for your best friend right? It’s Y/n too, she’s beautiful, funny, smart, you guys are best friends for a reason. Why are you treating it like it’s the worst thing in the world…”

“I can’t lose her. Feelings make things complicated and the last thing I want to do is make things complicated with her.” Jungkook had no idea why he was spilling his guts right now. “But I really don’t like her like that so that doesn’t even matter…” He tried to save himself but Eun Ae was seeing right through it.

“I understand these things can be scary. I know you guys have been friends for years now, taking that leap can be difficult. But Jungkook, you can’t keep doing this to yourself. It’s hurting you… at some point there will be a ‘too late.’”

Too late…

Jungkook couldn’t resist at this point and ordered himself a shot of whiskey. It wasn’t enough whatsoever to get him drunk but he enjoyed the warmth as it went down his throat. He held his face in his hands as the reality of her words was starting to make things obvious.

Just imagining you and Jimin together made his heart ache so much it made it hard to breathe. As much as he tried to convince himself this was all a product of just being a little too close over the last year, he would actually have to be stupid to realize it wasn’t that.

But admitting it was a different challenge. Making it an issue he needed to address was terrifying.

He didn’t say anything. Eun Ae didn’t either but rubbed his back gently.

The revelation was horrifying. He was jealous, so so fucking jealous. Jimin had everything, but the one thing that was his Jimin had to come and take that too.

“I don’t… I can’t like her…”

“I don’t mean to be that person, but Jungkook… turn around.” Eun Ae pointed out. Jungkook turned around and it felt like his whole world ended.

You and Jimin were in the far distance, even in the dim light he could see your back against one of the pillars in the club, your arms wrapped around Jimin as he kissed you passionately.

In an instant he felt his heart shatter into two. It was like the end of his perfect world, the lie had come crumbling down and he was facing the consequences. You weren’t his, nothing about this scene was wrong, but the longer he looked the more his heart pounded in his chest. He wanted to scream, he wanted to cry, it was too much.

Without thinking Jungkook got up to his feet and looked at Eun Ae.

“I’m sorry—“

“Go! I’m rooting for you!” She cheered and Jungkook was pushing himself through the crowd.

He couldn’t think whatsoever, his heart being the one that carried his feet over to the two of you. Furry, anger, sadness, it hurt so bad. He could hardly breathe. Fuck, fuck, fuck, he can’t be too late?!

As he got closer the more he got sick. He could see the way Jimin eagerly ran his hands down your sides, grabbing anything you could, he could see the way your tongues danced around, the more detail the harder it was to look. If he didn’t get there soon he knew his hyung would be dragging you out of a club, inviting you back to his fancy apartment a few blocks away.

The thought had him speeding up as he made it up the stairs and behind the two of you. He pulled Jimin off of you as quickly as he could, an obvious agitation and roughness to his actions. Immediately Jimin turned around, a little shocked to find Jungkook there, but he could hardly process it before Jungkook was grabbing your wrist.

“What the–”

“Sorry, I need to talk to Y/n.” He didn’t elaborate at all and, maybe a little too roughly, started pulling you toward the exit in the back.

“Jungkook what the hell?” You were clearly mad at him and honestly you have every right to be, but Jungkook didn’t pay any attention and quickly led you to the doors at the back of the building.

He forced them open, the doors parting violently, as he led you down the ramp. Outside was an alleyway, a dim light over the door that would flicker occasionally, it being the only thing lighting up the area. The sounds of the loud music from the club faded as the doors shut behind you, but the violent booms of the bass in the music continued to bleed through the brick walls. No one was out here but the two of you.

“Jungkook?! Hello?!” You called out and he abruptly let go of your wrist. He started pacing back and forth, seemingly very distressed. “I don’t know if you noticed but I was clearly in the middle of something!” You said even more annoyed that he wasn’t saying anything.

Silence.

“Did something happen?” You asked a tad bit of concern in your voice this time, but all you got was more silence.

“Jungkook, talk to me please!” You begged, getting even more frustrated. He just dragged you away from Jimin for seemingly no reason and all you got was silence. You were pissed, you wanted him to say something… anything.

You didn’t know how the silence seemed to grow even louder.

You had enough of his games.

“Ok… If that’s how you wanna be then…” You were mad and you made sure he knew that.

You started heading for the ramp but a hand on your wrist pulled you back, suddenly your back was against the brick wall and Jungkook was closer than you remembered. A lot closer. His grip on your wrist was still tight and you both just stared at each other, your breathing heavy.

Your heart skipped a beat.

Jungkook didn’t give you much time to think about it because before you could process anything his lips were suddenly on yours. He didn’t know what he was doing, he didn’t know why he had brought you out here. You were with Jimin, but he didn’t want to think about that right now. Your lips were so soft and his entire body lit up with a fire he had never experienced in his life.

This was it, everyone was right.

The kiss didn’t last very long, he finally came to his senses to realize what he had done.

Jungkook pulled away slowly, waiting for you to push him away, waiting for you to scream, waiting for that look on your face that told him you’d be moving out the next day, but none of that happened. Jungkook saw the look of surprise on your face for a split second. He searched your eyes for any indication of what you were thinking, but you didn’t give him much time to look because you used your hands to pull his face to yours again.

Jungkook was shocked but was easily able to melt into it, him bringing a hand up to tilt your head so he could kiss you better. He had never felt like this before, the adrenaline was pumping through his veins making everything even more heightened. Your body, your lips, your hands, oh fuck your hands. They had moved to pull at the long strands that covered his head.

Jungkook knew at that moment he couldn’t be your friend ever again. He liked this way too much for that to be possible.

You were so good, so beautiful, how had he not seen that before? Why hadn’t he done this before?

Jungkook used his other hand to rest on your waist and pull your body closer. It just wasn’t enough, nothing was enough at this point, he wanted you so much closer.

Jungkook sent you further into the wall, needing a better angle. You both got more antsy, fevorant touches all over, your lips hastily moving together, the tension that’s been building for years finally… he’s finally…

Jungkook pushed you even further, the hand on your hip going to your thigh and traveling up your soft skin, pushing your dress further up your leg. He needed you now, the desperation becoming too much at this point.

Jungkook broke away from your lips to dive straight for your neck, planting hurried kisses along your burning skin. You gasped at the feeling and Jungkook ground into you at the sound. He wanted you to keep making pretty sounds for him.

He decided to suck a little harder this time and the moan you made had him hurriedly chasing his hips into yours as he moved back to quiet you and himself.

He could have cried at how much his body was screaming at him to have you.

Jungkook had zero regard for the fact they were still in this alleyway, he didn’t care whatsoever. All he wondered was how soon he could get inside you.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Jungkook’s mind was hazy and the thing he could focus on was how nice your lips felt and how good it felt to rub himself along your thigh like this. You wouldn’t mind right? If he takes you right here and now…

Fuck, your lips, your skin, your body, so good, you were so good, so amazing. Everything happening and he just had to–

Before things progressed any further, both of your attentions turned back to the door that led to the club. A couple, smiling, laughing together, who were likely heading home walked out. You saw the way their smiles dropped when they quickly noticed they were interrupting something. They both tried not to make eye contact as they came down the ramp and headed down the alley. As they passed it was obvious they were talking about the two of you, them hushingly complaining about PDA these days.

Jungkook couldn’t even look at them, knowing what might have happened if they hadn’t interrupted. The awkward encounter didn’t sway him whatsoever though and as the couple made it out the alley, Jungkook turned to face you to see a pained expression on your face. The both of you knew what you wanted.

“Car?” Jungkook rushed out hurriedly and you nodded. You were about to make your dash for the car but you felt his hand pull you back and you looked at him confused. One glance behind you was all you needed to see to notice the very obvious problem that you had made.

Jungkook looked around, his face flushed, a sense of embarrassment clouding over him as he pulled you close. If you didn’t feel it before you certainly could now. It made you even more excited. “Don’t walk too far ahead…” He whispered and you got the picture.

As quickly as you could you made the dash across the street and up all the stairs to the parking garage. Somewhere in the back of his mind he silently thanked himself for bringing his car with him and laughing at anyone who decided to make fun of him for doing so. There wasn’t any way he was making it back to the apartment like this.

When you finally made it to the car he couldn’t resist and pushed you into the door. He kissed you hard, not being able to stand being away from you any longer. The little bit of extra privacy and desire to feel you made him bolder, quickly snaking his hand up your thigh and grabbing a handful of your ass.

“Jungkook—“ You whined way too loudly considering where, instantly having him chase his hips into you. He hurriedly picked you up, you wrapped your legs around his waist, as he leaned you against the door. The new angle allowed him to practically fuck you with your clothes on. Jungkook kissed you desperately, touching and grabbing everything he could, as he rutted into you.

Fuck, he needed you now.

“Jungkook— I need you so bad please—“ You whispered right in his ear. Your words triggered something primal inside of him. If he didn’t get you both inside soon, he wouldn’t give two shits anymore. He was fucking you on his car.

He felt like a fucking teenager all over again, you were literally right in front of the door.

Jungkook racked his cloudy brain trying to remember where he put his keys. At the same time, your lips started trailing down his neck. You quickly found a spot that instantly had him moaning for you, a particularly hard thrust assuring you that this was the spot. As soon as you figured it out, you kept going, kissing and sucking, getting such pretty whines to fall from his lips.

“If you keep doing that shit we’re not gonna make it into the car.” He groaned, so fucking tempted to just take you right now, like this.

Where the fuck did he put his keys?!

He haphazardly searched through his memories, trying to pinpoint when he had them last when it suddenly came to him. They were in his suit pocket. It couldn’t come soon enough that he reached his hand into it and just like he remembered, he managed to find the fob.

He hastily pulled it out and unlocked his car.

He sat you down and hurriedly opened the door. Jungkook climbed in the back seat and you went right in after, climbing straight onto his lap, and slamming the door behind you.

Jungkook just stared at you for a second, his mind unable to process the beauty that was in front of him. Oh fuck…

You didn’t give him too much time to admire and pulled him back into a kiss, this angle making it so you could easily grind yourself against him. The friction made the both of you moan out, your bodies brushing against each other in a rush to feel. He wanted so much more.

You broke away from the kiss and focused your attention on kissing his neck right on that spot, enjoying the soft sighs of pleasure he would let out as his grip on your waist tightened.

Jungkook was going to lose his mind. He tried to come back enough to pull your dress up back over your ass. His hands were quick to feel, making you groan softly.

That’s it. Foreplay was nice but it’s been so long and he needed to feel you now, his whole body screaming at him to take it up a notch. He wanted to feel you around him, make you his and his alone.

Jungkook hurriedly tugged at the thin strings of your thong. It took him a moment to remember the fact they were in his car, with how cramped it was back here, it would take you way too long to try and get them down your legs. Instead, he moved his hand and used his finger to gently massage your clothed bud, instantly earning him a gratifying moan from you as a reward.

You were already so wet for him, the lacy fabric soaked and he could have just died right there. You were enjoying this, you were enjoying his touch… Did you want him as much as he wanted you? Has your body been longing for him, waiting for this day to happen? His mind was fuzzy so he didn’t think about it too hard, but it just made him that much more eager to finally be inside you.

He got a little braver as he pushed your thong to the side, letting his fingers finally slide through the slickness of your folds.

“Jung–Jungkook, fuck please…” You begged, throwing your head back in pleasure. Maybe in other instances he would have been more inclined to tease you a little but he couldn’t be bothered with you begging for him like that. All he wanted was to please you.

Jungkook watched your face intently as he curled a finger into you, the both of you moaning out in the process. His whole body reacted, you were so warm, tight around him, so fucking good. If you felt this good around his finger just imagining you around his…

Jungkook couldn’t help rutting into you at the thought. Just wait till he fucks you…

He eagerly got to work, a finger in your hole while he used his thumb to rub circles around your clit. It wasn’t his best work since he didn’t have too much room to work with, but that didn’t matter whatsoever.

He marveled at the pretty sounds you would make, he could even feel your arms shaking as you held onto his shoulder. At this point he added another finger, hoping you could take him soo—

Oh my fucking gosh… In an instant he remembered a very important item he left in his drawer in his room.

He didn’t bring condoms.

They weren’t at all a top priority in his mind since he really didn’t think he was going to have sex tonight. He was so disheveled about the date there wasn’t any ounce of him that considered he could very well be having sex at any point, but fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. This was the worst possible time he could have forgotten to bring a condom.

Jungkook took out all his sexual frustration of the situation on you, turning it up the notch in making sure he can at least make you cum. He added another finger and his attention focused on your neck till he managed to find the sweet spot that got you to whimper for him.

You quickly used your hand to cover your month, the only one the tiniest bit aware of the fact that you were getting fingered in a public parking lot. But your efforts to keep quiet didn’t last for too long, Jungkook’s fingers brushing past the spot that made you practically a mess on top of him.

“There there please!” You tried to whisper but it was no use. Jungkook already knew he found it and you buried yourself in his suit jacket. You were going to scream at this point, your body on fire for a touch you’ve longed for for over a year.

“I wanna hear you…” He said it so softly you barely caught it with the way your mind was spinning.

“Fuck— but we’re in public,” you ended up moaning out. You were gonna cum soon at this rate.

Jungkook quickened up the pace of his fingers sliding in and out of your soaking pussy, this angle making it so he hit that spot over and over and— Your back arched instinctively and a moan you just couldn’t contain escaped your lips. He wasn’t going to let you be quiet.

A fire seemed to burn brighter and brighter inside you, your whole body tingling and ready. You were so close.

“Fuck fuck fuck, Jungkook please I’m so close!” You cried, throwing your head back. You didn’t care at all who heard you anymore, all you wanted was that sweet release.

Jungkook’s breathing became heavier as he watched you fall apart on his fingers. The feeling of your warm walls soaking his fingers and the beautiful moans you would let out had him spiraling out of control quicker and quicker. He wanted to fuck you so bad.

“Please—“ Your moans got louder. You were close and he knew that. Fuck, fuck, fuck, you were so close. His grip on your hips tightened and his hips hastily came up to meet nothing. Why did he have to forget condoms? He was moaning along with you. Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck, fuc—

It will forever be ingrained into his memory, the time you came all over his fingers in the parking garage in front of the club. Every single detail. The way you looked him right in his eyes, that look as he saw you reached that sweet release, your moans stopping, the moment so overwhelming you couldn’t even scream. The feeling of the way your walls tightened around his fingers, soaked beyond belief at this point. The way his heart swelled because you were so fucking pretty like this. What made this even more memorable was the result.

Right in that moment he felt it too, hitting him like a freight train, his whole body shook as he felt that sweet release right along with you.

You both stared at each other, trying your best to come down from that high feeling. Your breathing was heavy but your body buzzed with excitement, you wanted to feel him, no, needed to feel him at this point.

You were about to reach down to grab at his belt but your attention focused on the way he hurriedly looked down between the two and back up at you with panicked eyes.

Confused, you looked down and you saw the issue. The only lights in the car were the little ones bleeding in from the neon signs outside, but the angle was just right for you to see the wet stain that painted his pants.

“I’m sorry! Fuck, I’m so sorry.” It was clear he was embarrassed, you were almost sure in the darkness you could see his cheeks turning a brighter shade of red by the second.

You couldn’t help but giggle.

“Don’t laugh!” He cried, getting more and more flustered.

“You’re so cute! No need to be embarrassed~” You tried to reassure, but you weren’t really helping.

“I don’t even know what happened…” Jungkook was in disbelief. This has never happened before and of course of all times it did it had to be with you, the girl he wanted to impress the most.

“Don’t worry about it, I’m serious Jungkook…”

“I know we couldn’t go all the way but fuck I just had to—“ He was ranting but you quickly interrupted, wondering what he meant by that.

“I forgot condoms…” He sighed, hating to admit the fact but was still shocked when he felt the light slap on his shoulder.

“How could you forget condoms? We literally went on dates today, it’s a date Jungkook, you always bring condoms on dates.” You were flabbergasted by this fact. You knew you should have helped him pack for the date as well.

The mention of the fact that you both were in fact still on dates with other people had an awkward tension arising and words that needed to be said became even more obvious.

You were about to say something but Jungkook shushed you.

“Not here, while I’m like this…” You knew what he was referring to so you just shut yourself up and moved off top of him. Jungkook’s eyes hung onto your form, a worried expression on your face, before he was pushing out the car door and getting out.

Jungkook tried to hurry and get to the door in front, as it was extremely obvious the minute he stepped out what the two of you were doing in his car. The stain on his dark gray suit was a dead giveaway, but your lipstick was smeared all over his face and neck, and you could even see faint marks of hickeys.

You resisted the urge to laugh as he struggled to get the door open. You were quick to follow him and got in on the passengers side.

“Uh— we should probably text Jimin and Eun Ae letting them know we’re leaving.” Jungkook pointed out and you felt horrible realizing you already forgot about them. You were actually terrible.

You and Jungkook sent quick texts to the friends you brought along and Jungkook was pulling out of the parking garage on the way back to your apartment.

Not a word was said to each other on the way over, the silence loud enough to leave your mind spiraling. What the actual fuck did you just do?

When you both made it back, you both still didn’t talk then, Jungkook immediately headed to the shower before you could even attempt to bring it up. Your mind was flooded and you ended up turning to what takes your mind off stress best and that’s cleaning, more specifically you decided now would be the perfect time to do laundry.

You just had sex with your best friend. You had sex with Jungkook?! Jeon motherfucking Jungkook. Your best friend.

You just crossed a line you knew you were never going to be able to come back from. That platonic barrier you tried your best to hide behind was gone and there was nothing you could do about it.

The fact you both haven’t even talked about what happened made you even more worried. Did he like you? Were you a desperate attempt at a quick fuck? Were you about to lose your best friend? Your mind was so clouded as you loaded clothes into the dryer, you didn’t notice when Jungkook came up right behind you.

“Hello?” Jungkook asked and you nearly screamed. Your body reacted on its own and you turned around to start swinging, or rather more so waving your arms around hoping it’d do something.

“Hey wait—“ He tried to say but you didn’t even process the fact it was just Jungkook until one of your swings actually did a little damage, a firm slap right across his chest was enough for him to cry out and you finally opened your eyes to see your friend right behind you.

“Oops” You mumbled already feeling that guilt start to creep up. But Jungkook didn’t look mad whatsoever, if anything he looked amused. He thought you were absolutely adorable.

Instead of saying anything about it though, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into a hug, resting his head on your shoulder. “It’s me stupid…” He mumbled into your skin.

You couldn’t help but melt into his embrace, that fluttery feeling spreading all throughout your body. He was so warm and you enjoyed the sweet scents of his body wash. “You should have said something sooner..” You pointed out.

“I did, I kept calling your name but you didn’t hear me.” He retorted and it just made you feel worse.

Silence passed for a little while before you finally muttered “I’m sorry…” Jungkook didn’t say anything but pulled you tighter against him.

“What are you doing by the way?” He finally asked and let you go. You got back to working on getting the clothes in the dryer.

“Laundry, you know when I get stressed I start doing chores…” You muttered.

“I know that, but why are you so stressed?” He chuckled and you quickly turned around to face him again.

“Because you’re my best friend and you know what we just did in the back of your car! We just crossed a whole lot of lines and I’m confused—“ You were stern but your eyes couldn’t help but take in his appearance. His long hair was damp and still curly, a white shirt hung loosely around his frame and he had on those strange, bright blue shorts underneath.

He was absolutely breathtaking.

Jungkook sighed but leaned forward so his hands were back on the washer, caging you in. He was so close.

“I’m an idiot, I'm sorry…” He sighed as his eyes focused right on yours. You were intrigued, waiting for him to continue.

“This whole week I’ve just felt off, you know? Ever since you brought up you wanted to go on a double date… I tried to convince myself that it was all because of the fact that we were going out again after all this time. I knew deep down and apparently others did as well, that it was because I liked you…” His words made your heart do a backflip.

“I couldn’t accept it for a while because feelings are complicated and the last thing I wanted to do was make the relationship with the person who’s been by my side even during my worst times complicated. Losing you…” You noticed it, his eyes were a little glossy.

“I couldn’t lose you.” You could have just melted into the floor right there, trying to fight the tears that were threatening to spill over.

“But when I saw you and hyung together…” His eyes turned away. “I knew I couldn’t pretend anymore… I had to do something before it was too late.” He tried to smile but you could hear the pain in his voice.

“I’m sorry if I was too forward, I just had to do something before you walked away… I didn’t even ask how you feel…” He finally met your eyes once again and he was shocked to see your eyes filled with tears.

“How do I feel? You really are an idiot Jungkook…” You tried to laugh but you were getting choked up. He looked utterly confused.

“I’ve liked you since highschool! I spent all this time thinking you didn’t like me back. You never made a move back then, but then we came here and you got a girlfriend pretty quickly. I thought it must have been one-sided, you know? I started dating Incheol but when you came back… I had a little hope over the past year, but when you agreed to go on a double date, I thought it was finally time to give up.”

If Jungkook wasn’t so consumed in questioning his own feelings for you he would have noticed the signs. The way you meticulously analyzed his face when you suggested a double date, hoping he would hate the idea, or at the very least show some disdain to it. He would have noticed the way you slammed the door after he agreed to it and cried silently to yourself in your room at your silly feelings for your best friend. He would have noticed long before the event of Valentines weekend the look in your eyes whenever you spent time together. He would have guessed maybe he had something to do with you and Incheol breaking up. You tried to put on a brave face, at this point thinking Jungkook really didn’t see you that way.

“What…” His voice was small and he was just staring at you in shock.

“I think we’re both dumb—“ Jungkook hardly let you finish your sentence before he was pushing you against the washer and finally closing the distance.

The kiss was soft and nothing like what happened at the club. It was just pure passion that had years of negligence behind it. It was a little scary taking this step with Jungkook, you couldn’t lose him either, but you were glad that you were. Your heart was full and you wanted nothing more than to have him closer.

He lifted you on top of the washer, the angle allowing him to pull you closer.

Jungkook pulled away slowly, the pull of your lips way too enticing but he had something to say. His hand came up to caress your cheek softly before 3 words you’ll never forget left his mouth. “I love you.” His voice barely above a whisper but you heard it loud and clear.

“It’s probably too soon to say that but I just needed you to—“ You didn’t give him time to finish before you were pulling him back, kissing him hard.

“I love you too…” You probably could have cried in the moment but the words lit a fire in you and you needed him closer.

Your words sent Jungkook to a new level of insane, he needed to be inside you. You certainly felt it too, the nudging against your thigh made it obvious.

Jungkook broke the kiss, your breaths were heavy and he was eagerly playing with the hem of your dress. ”Y/n do you wanna—“ He didn't need to finish, you were already nodding your head.

You were suddenly lifted off the washer, laughing as Jungkook practically sped his way over to your room, kicking in the door and throwing you onto the bed.

You both giggled but the moment was not lost, Jungkook quickly climbing on top of you and finding your lips once again. You wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him closer, you needed him closer. Your body was on fire and all you wanted was to feel him.

Jungkook pulled away slowly, hand trailing down your body, and his eyes staring right into yours.

“You’re so beautiful…” His words were soft and had you melting on the inside.

“Jungkook…”

His eyes scanned over you once more. “We should have done this sooner…” He chuckled lightly, but he was serious. This whole evening wouldn’t have been necessary if he was just honest with himself sooner.

Jungkook started kissing you lightly down the neck making you gasp.

“We’re dumb, aren’t we?” You replied breathlessly as he started to suck a little harder. You moaned lightly, knowing this was likely gonna leave a mark.

“Extremely…” He was hardly paying attention anymore, his full attention now on making you feel good. He wanted to devour you, make you his and his alone.

Jungkook’s attention focused on your eyes as he started pulling your dress up. “Just think about it… instead of all this sexual frustration we could have been— oh.” You couldn’t even finish at the way he rutted into you.

“We’re so fucking stupid… I feel like I’m gonna explode…” He said bashfully.

“You did earlier...” You playfully teased and could stop yourself laughing at the way his mouth dropped.

“I hate you so much.” He mumbled, trying to feign being upset but you could see the smile on his face.

“Says the man who just confessed he loves me~” You giggled and at this he couldn’t help but laugh along with you. Jungkook sighed knowing it’s true.

You didn’t miss the way he started moving down your body, in between the commotion your body lighting up at what you knew he had in mind next.

He eventually got to the point he was staring right at your long ruined thong and took a shaky breath. He wanted to taste you so fucking bad.

Jungkook looked up at you. “Please?” He asked hurriedly and you nodded. With your permission he quickly pushed up your dress even further and tugged your panties down your legs.

“You’re so pretty.” He said absentmindedly, like you weren’t supposed to hear. You chuckled at his words making him look back up at you.

He flushed realizing he said that outloud but smiled because you did. His shy demeanor quickly shifted as you saw the mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Who were you imagining the other night?” Jungkook asked suddenly as he moved a finger through your slick folds.

“What are you talking about?” You questioned, but his finger now circling your clit had your mind elsewhere.

“That day I was working on my project. Valentine's Day.”

Silence passed for a little while until you suddenly sat up realizing what he was talking about. Jungkook laughed at the look on your face.

“You put too much faith in the walls, my desk is right on the other side.” Jungkook had a slight teasing tone to his voice, an adorable bunny expression on his face like he wasn't fingering you right now as he admitted to hearing you play with yourself.

You laid back down, embarrassment creeping up making your face hot.

“No need to be embarrassed.” Jungkook recounted back to the words you told him earlier. You just groaned, somehow that made it worse. Jungkook chuckled, but his attention turned toward what he was doing between your legs.

“I’m serious though. It was hot… really hot.” He smiled.

“Stopppp…” You cried, both in the way you still couldn’t even look at him, but also his finger started picking up the pace.

“You were the reason I was up all night trying to work on it.” He chuckled darkly. At this you finally peered down at him.

“You sounded so pretty, I wanted to come over and help you. I thought you would never be down for that but after tonight, I can’t help but wonder who it was you were thinking of to make you sound like that?” His face was just as innocent as it normally was, but his words were dangerous.

Your embarrassment in the situation faded immediately and instead a cocky grin spread across your face.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” You laughed.

“Tell me.”

“Make me.” You retorted back quickly. You were playing with fire at this point but you wanted to see what he would do.

Your words were a challenge, a fire alighting inside.

His sweet smile disappeared as he turned back to your soaking pussy. He smirked and with that challenged head tilt he always did, he said nothing more as he dove straight between your legs. You hardly had any time to react before he was spreading your legs and taking one long lick between your folds.

Your body reacted on its own, a fire spreading throughout your body and a soft moan escaped your lips. You looked down at him a little shocked but you were a little surprised to find him looking up at you. You saw him smirk quickly before diving straight back then, this time with full intent on making you scream.

You never really knew what you pictured Jungkook to be like during sex. You never saw anything weird when he was dating Yoona and when you were still dating Incheol you and Jungkook hardly ever ran into each other. You were over at his place mainly, but you would occasionally come back to your shared apartment to hang out. You can still remember all the times you would be lying in bed awake to the sounds of girls moaning their hearts out in the room next door. It wasn’t the quiet guy who had been your friend since high school, but you knew whatever was happening next door was good.

You finally found out today what all the fuss was about.

Jungkook was skilled as he swirled his tongue around your clit. Your hands quickly found their place in his dark locks, your body being set ablaze at the pleasure.

“Oh fuck–” You whinned.

His movements got faster and the more you wanted. “Jungkook, please…” You pleaded.

He pulled back at your words and smiled. “Tell me then, who were you thinking of that night?” His fingers got back to work teasing your clit.

“Just forget that and make me– ohhh gosh.” You cried as he moved them to finger your clenching hole. With experience in the car he was quickly able to find the spot that had made you a mess so quickly for him.

You whined. “Jungkook, fuck, please.” You were practically begged, needing more.

“I said tell me.” His voice was calm as he looked at you already a mess for so little. The work of his one finger alone was enough to have you brushing against the edge. If anything it made it worse, you could almost taste the release.

He made sure to speed up the pace pushing over that same spot, maybe it was the drought that made you so sensitive, but you moaned, your back arching at the feeling.

“Tell me Y/N–” Jungkook said again.

“It was you!” You cried, you couldn’t play the game anymore. “It was you Jungkook!” You made sure to say it again so he heard. Suddenly he stopped. Confused and a little annoyed you looked down to see a stupid smile on his face, both in the fact that he won and you had thought of him like that.

It was just like this almost, him between your legs as he ate you out for hours, was the fantasy your brain had chosen to go with to try and soothe the ache between your legs.

“I can promise you I’m better in person.” Jungkook suddenly said and you just playfully rolled your eyes. He already proved that to be true.

“I’m sure you are, now get back to work, we’ve been deprived way too long for you to try and edge.” You giggled and he laughed at that.

“What’s wrong with taking our time a little? I like seeing you a mess for me.” He cheesed and your heart swelled. You loved him so much.

“Jungkook…” You warned and at this he finally took the hint and got back to work.

He eagerly went to add a second finger inside and his tongue was back to suck on your clit. The combination had that flame quickly returning. His fingers curled inside you and he made quick work of his tongue, not having any shame in making it messy. He groaned against you, an added pleasure he quickly could tell had an effect.

Jungkook thought you were absolutely beautiful, so pretty and all for him. The sight had him quickly reminded of the fact he didn’t get to finish the way he wanted to in the car and how much he wanted to fuck you. His hips unconsciously collided with your mattress trying to chase some sort of pleasure. It hurt at this point but his attention remained on you.

He saw you hastily pull down the straps of your dress to play with your tits, and one hand coming back to tangle in his hair. He felt the gentle tugs whenever it just felt so good and he could have died happy right there in that moment. Right between your thighs.

“Fuck, I’m so close–” You hastily cried out. Jungkook took the hint and took it up just a little more and it was more than enough to have you quickly spiraling toward the edge, your orgasm hitting you like a wave. Your body shook and your thighs clamped around his head. As you slowly came down from the experience he continued to devour you until you pushed him away slightly from overstimulation.

He finally sat up, his face wet from your juices and a big smile on his face. You smiled back at him. Your eyes though quickly went from his face to the obvious tent in his shorts. Jungkook didn’t give you much time to think about it before he was back on top of you and hastily kissing your lips.

If you didn’t see it before you definitely could feel it now, the tip nudging right where you wanted him making you even more eager to finally feel him against you. But you had other plans first…

You made quick work of flipping you both over, leaving you on top and in control. He looked at you a little confused before you kissed him on his cheek, making him smile.

“What are you doing?” He chuckled lightly as your kisses trailed back up to his lips. You kissed him with a heated passion, wanting him to know how much you loved him. Jungkook was quick to get in the groove, his hand coming up to cup your cheek and pull you closer while his other hand trailed down your back.

You finally felt him reach the hem of your dress and attempted to try and pull it back up but you pulled away and looked him right in the eye. If he wasn’t confused before he definitely was now.

You smiled at him and leaned so you were right next to his ear.

“Not yet, let me repay the favor first.” You whispered and gently took his ear between your teeth before moving to his neck and sucking on it lightly.

Jungkook was speechless for a little while, the pleasure your mouth was bringing made it hard to think, wanting to just get lost in the pleasure.

“I don’t know…” He eventually chuckled, the grip on your waist tightening. You finally moved to look at him again.

“What’s wrong?” You asked a little confused.

“Wanna fuck you so bad, plus… you looked too good while I was eating you out. I don’t know if I could make it.” His face was flushed, clearly embarrassed by the confession.

At this you smirked. Oh you were definitely going to repay him, not only for the orgasm but for teasing you earlier.

You let your hand travel down his body till it rested on the waistband of his shorts. “You sure you wanna say no?” You questioned playfully as you slipped your hand underneath grabbing a fistful of his length. Your antics got an immediate reaction from him, a moan quickly escaping his lips.

You made quick work and slowly pumped your hand slowly over his length, watching his face scrunch up in bliss. He was so fucking pretty.

“I–” He couldn’t even finish his sentence as your thumb traced circles over the tip, you could already feel the precum leaking from the tip.

“Y/n please…” he eventually cried out, making you smile.

“Do you want me to stop?” You asked teasingly.

“No, fuck– please.” He finally peered over at you and saw that teasing look, knowing this was probably because of earlier.

With the go ahead you moved down the bed, helping him pull his shorts down and tossing them somewhere around your room. The both of you giggled before you found a comfortable place right in front of his cock.

You stared marveling at what was in front you. His dick was already making your mouth water, the length, the girth, the slight curve, the tip was a flaming red, and precum sliding down the sides. Of course, what more should you have expected from him.

You wrapped a hand around him, right at the base. You wrapped your mouth around the tip, sucking it lightly, enjoying the delicious moan Jungkook let out as a result. You popped off quickly though, earning a groan of annoyance.

“What happened to no teasing?” He questioned breathlessly.

You just smiled at him before diving back again. You had every full intention of teasing him just a little longer, but you felt Jungkook’s hand on the back of your head, clearly intended to keep you in place.

Oh so he wants to play like that?

At this you finally started to take more of him, getting about halfway before you let your hand do the rest of the work at quickly pumping him. You felt him grab your hair tightly and you’ll never forget the way he whimpered, clearly not expecting you to do that.

It wasn’t long before he let go and you popped off with a smile. You won this time.

“Y/n please.” No playfulness to his voice anymore, he was begging you.

You couldn’t resist and you got back to work. You grabbed him again and pumped him quickly and got to work gently massaging his balls. At this you instantly had his arm coming over his eyes, a long groan falling from his lips.

“Y/n oh fuck, fuck fu–” He was so fucking sensitive.

He hadn’t been touched in a year, plus your little rendezvous in the car, and now here you were going down on him. Every little flick of your tongue or jerk from your hand had him speeding toward the edge, but he still wanted to take you.

Your mouth came around him length once more, doing your best to make him feel good. Jungkook couldn’t resist looking, he finally glanced down at you and moaned instantly. You were taking him so well– fuck fuck.

“Y/n…” He finally moaned. You could already sense what he was about to say. At this you sped up your pace.

“Oh fuck, you feel so good– but– ohhhh” He cried, his hand coming up to grab at your hair again.

“If you keep doing that I’m gonna–” He could have cried. The image of just cumming down your throat made him want to let you continue.

He was so close.

“Y/n I’m gonna cum…” He sighed, honestly a little embarrassed at how sensitive he was but you were just too good.

His words didn’t sway you and if anything you upped it a little more.

“Shit wait wait!” For a second he thought he wouldn’t even be able to tell you to stop, his orgasm so fucking close for a spilt second he wanted it to happen, but right along that edge you popped off and took your hands away.

His body cried out at the lack of contact and he had to take a second to get himself to calm down. When his attention finally went to you, smiling up at him.

He couldn’t even joke around at that moment and sat up to pull you up so you were hovering over his cock.

“Please…” He was breathless and his desperation was starting to affect you. You pulled down the zipper on your dress and pulled it over your form, you also saw Jungkook hastily ripping off his white shirt and throwing it across the room.

He grabbed your hips and attempted to try and guide you down but you stopped him. He looked at you confused

“Condoms, remember?” You laughed and he did as well realizing his mistake.

“Please hurry…” He whined playfully, watching you reach over to your nightstand, shuffle through its contents, before pulling your hand out empty handed. He was once again confused.

You stared at him in horror and it had him instantly wanting to commit a crime. “You don’t have any?” He asked in disbelief. You just stared at him.

He tugged on his hair in frustration. “Do you think that the convenience store down the street is still open?” He was trying to come up with some sort of solution. “I don’t even know if there are any in my room, do you think we can find some at this time of night, fuck fuck, why does this keep–” As he was trying to find a way at of this predicament you went back in your drawer and pulled out what he’s needed this entire evening.

“Just kidding~” You cheesed, watching the look on his face. If he wasn’t so horny right now he might have tackled you, but instead he laughed at your antics and he playfully rolled his eyes as gestured for you to put it on.

You ripped open the packaging with your teeth and hurriedly slid it down his length. He was so sensitive from earlier he made it difficult trying to put it on, bucking himself into your hand in search of any type of friction.

Once you managed to get it on, you wasted no time and lined yourself up before sinking slowly down his dick, enjoying the way he filled you up.

You both moaned at the feeling. Jungkook hurriedly grabbed your hips at the pleasure. You were so warm, wet, and tight around him, you felt so good and looked so pretty on top of him like this. Oh this isn’t gonna last long.

You sat there for a second, allowing your body to get adjusted but you could tell Jungkook was antsy at the way he subtly ground himself into you for some sort of friction.

“Y/n– fuck, you’re so–” He cried and you chuckled at his reaction.

“Does it feel good?” You asked.

Jungkook just smiled at first, wondering how that was even a question at first. “So go– engghhh fuck…” He sighed as you slowly started to move your hips. You watched him intently as his face scrunched up and you felt the way his grip on your waist tightened.

With new motivation you finally allowed yourself to get lost in the pleasure and just enjoyed the way he felt inside of you, steadily speeding up your pace.

Jungkook just stared up at you. Ever since he met you he never would have imagined himself in this position, you on top while you worked to please him so well. Yesterday he was so adamant he felt nothing but platonic feelings for you and today… He had spent so much time trying to lie to himself, if only he had been honest with himself from the get go you could have done this so much sooner.

His heart swelled at the thought. He was so stupid. How could he have tried to tell himself he didn’t want this? You bouncing yourself happily on his cock, looking so pretty while you took him so well. Fuck, he was so happy.

With the way you teased him earlier it didn’t take very much for him to feel that ache once again. Jungkook grabbed your hips and took control, he watched your face turn to one of shock before you melted into the new pace he was setting.

You moaned and he could have sworn he’s never heard such a beautiful sound. He wanted to please you, make you feel good, and in a weird way, repay you for all you’ve done for him.

“Jungkook, shit, hghhh–” You cried.

Fuck he was close.

Before you even knew what was happening, suddenly you were on your back, staring Jungkook right in the eye.

He was quick to set a punishing pace, you could have screamed at the sudden pleasure. Jungkook buried himself in your neck and you could hear all the little grunts and moans he would let out and it was almost too much. So good, you were getting close.

Jungkook could certainly tell, the feeling of your walls gripping him even tighter– fuck. He couldn’t take it anymore. He kissed you sloppily, wanted to feel you even closer. You wrapped your arms around his neck moaning into the kiss, sensing what was happening.

It didn’t take much time till he was pulling away and burying his head back in your shoulder, a glorious moan spilling from his lips. A wave of pleasure washed over him as you felt his hips still and his whole body shake lightly.

You rubbed his back softly as you helped him work through it.

You thought this was the end of your game, but you were shocked. Jungkook immediately turned to your nightstand, opening up and shuffling through the top drawer.

“What are you doing?” You asked breathlessly.

It was almost immediately that you got your answer when he pulled out another condom. “I’m not done with you yet.” He said as ripped open the packaging with his teeth.

You were left stunned as you watched him swiftly throw away the used condom and put on a new one, before quickly pushing himself back inside you once more.

You saw the way his face scrunched up, likely at the pain of overstimulation. His pace was slow, but he continued with deep strokes that made it so he was hitting your clit each and every time, making your toes curl.

Oh so he was a freak?

For some reason you knew this wasn’t the first time he’s done this. You should have known the way he nearly fucked you out in public in that parking garage.

Jungkook’s full intention was to make you feel good. He was quick to get back at a moderate pace and then he turned his attention to kissing and sucking on your neck, making sure it was going to leave a mark.

As much as he wanted to pretend that the rage he felt in the club watching you and Jimin together was far in the past, now that everything was all said, it fueled him even more to want to tell everyone that you were his and his alone.

And just to think, if things didn’t go the way they did his hyung would have probably been in this position… Just the thought of him seeing you like this pissed him off more than it should.

He wanted to prove himself, that you made the right choice.

Jungkook was eager to make you cum around him, he needed to feel it. The breathy moans you would let out motivated him, you were so fucking pretty.

Jungkook looked you right in the eyes as he fucked you. Oh you were close.

“I love you.” He moaned quietly. Oh you were a mess, three little words were enough to send you to another dimension.

“You feel so fucking good and all fucking mine.” Jungkook groaned, fucking you a little faster.

For some reason Jungkook getting all possessive while he’s buried deep inside you was so hot, the feeling in the pit of your stomach growing more restless.

“Jungkook, please, I’m so close.” You cried.

The pleasurable sting from overstimulation made that fleeting feeling return all too soon for Jungkook as well so he made quick work of finally pushing the both of you over the edge.

“I love you too, Jungkook, love you so much.” Jungkook had no idea if you said that just because you were close, but the confession was enough for his orgasm to come crashing over him, not once did he slow down though, if anything he went a little faster.

His efforts were enough as with just a few more strokes you moaned and he was feeling your walls tightening around him. He watched intently, now with the better light, he saw the way you crumbled in his grasp, so pretty as your third orgasm of the day hit you even harder.

For a little while, it was just the sound of your labored breaths as you both tried to recover from everything. It was peaceful, almost like the calm after a storm. After the exhausting year you’ve both had, it finally led to this moment, together in each other's arms at last. When you both calmed down, Jungkook smiled as he kissed you gently, you couldn’t be happier.

He was quick to throw away the condom and snuggle up next to you. A moment of silence passed before you both giggled.

“This day was something…” You smiled.

“It was, wasn’t it.” Jungkook responded absentmindedly, too busy tracing your features with his gaze.

You both still didn’t say anything for a while, choosing to let the events of today speak for you. Jungkook was just so enamored by you, happy that everything finally made sense, happy that he was able to be with you like this. For some reason it had his mind going back to the previous year.

The newly revealed sentiment of how much you truly cared for each other made him think back to the dark days and how you helped him through it all. Without you, would he really be here today? You really were there for him, never once asking any questions. As soon as he told you he was struggling, you never left his side and helped him navigate through the path that seemed so endless.

Even to this day he never really explained himself and you never asked what happened.

“Hey Y/n.” He finally said, getting you attention. “Last year… I don’t think I ever told you what I was really going through during those months, did I?” He asked suddenly.

You were a bit taken aback by the question but you answered nonetheless. “Not in much detail.” You noticed his gaze changed from you to peer straight up at the ceiling.

He took a deep breath. “I want to tell you what happened...” It only seemed right, before you take this next step in your relationship, all the cards from his past he kept hidden from you should be laid on the table for you to see.

He was scared though. Would you still want him after he tells you?

“Is that ok?” He turned back to you, his gaze unreadable.

You couldn’t lie and say you weren’t curious. On the day Jungkook told you he had been struggling you knew he was keeping the details as vague as he possibly could, for a reason you had no idea about. You didn’t want to pry, you knew that he had gone through a lot over the last few months so you were content with him telling you anything. All you knew was your friend needed help and you were going to be there for him through that process.

“If you’re comfortable telling me, I’ll be here to listen,” you settled with saying.

Jungkook noticed the look in your eyes that told him it was truly fine for him to continue.

Would you hate him, ridicule him, shame him? All of these were outcomes he wanted to avoid. It’s why he didn’t tell you back then. He was ashamed of himself.

“At the end of our first semester as you know Yoona and I had a big fight. It all had to deal with you, funny enough. She was upset at how close we were, the fact that we lived together, and that she thought I could have been cheating on her with you. At the time I was upset that she even thought that was a possibility, I was with her, you were my friend and that was it.” Jungkook had to pause for a second knowing the irony of the situation.

You couldn’t hide the look of shock on your face at the information. You thought you were just so drunk that you had somehow heard your name come up in conversation. It had been about you entirely. It stung a bit to know that you had gotten in the way of their relationship like that, but the one detail you did know about this story made that guilt dissipate quickly.

“We said some pretty hurtful things to each other, with her eventually leaving and that’s when you came in. I really liked her at the time so I wanted to do my best to try and repair the damage that had been done, but when I saw her… when I went to her apartment and saw she was actually cheating on me, it really really hurt.” Jungkook didn’t even have the words to describe how much pain the revelation brought him. For a while he blamed himself, that he was such an awful boyfriend, an awful person, that it led a girl he would have never in a million years thought would ever do something like that to him, to anybody really. It only made the next unfortunate event even harder to bear.

“I can only say this now in hindsight, but I didn’t understand at the time how much I relied on her. My mental health wasn’t the best for various reasons, a difficult semester taking its toll, life, I don’t really know the root cause but as soon as I knew she was cheating on me, it all came crashing down harder than I thought it ever could. I shut everyone out, it was too much, but if it couldn’t get any worse I got a phone call from my dad about my uncle.” You could hear the slight quiver in his voice, just at the mention of it.

You remember the exact moment it happened. You had just woken up. You had been in the kitchen trying to figure out what to have before you head out to your first class. It was nearly the end of the final semester, finals were coming up and you had a whole day of studying planned. Despite your packed schedule, you had also wanted to have enough time to try and be there for Jungkook since he had just gone through a pretty rough breakup, you having gone to bed early as a result. It’s probably why you didn’t hear when he got the phone call late the night before.

You had been making a little breakfast when he suddenly came bursting through his room door, a duffle bag slung over his shoulder. You noticed immediately he looked frantic, his face was red, and you could see his cheeks were still stained from tears. He looked like he hadn’t slept all night.

Jungkook ran straight to the door, but you stopped him concerned and a little confused about what was happening.

He was barely able to explain to you that his uncle had been in an accident and that he was going back to Busan, tears just were streaming down his face. Without thinking you had pulled him into a hug, Jungkook completely just broke down in your arms.

He was out the door before you truly could say goodbye.

“I went back to Busan and tried my best to process everything, hoping that this sinking feeling would pass and I could get back to some level of normalcy. Weeks started to go by and all I could feel was nothing. I didn’t cry anymore, I wasn’t angry, nor was I ever truly happy, it was just gray everywhere I looked.”

“Christmas came and went and the new year started. All of those holidays only made it worse, seeing how happy friends and other family were, the fact that it was just nothing made me even more desperate for anything.”

Jungkook had to stop again, knowing what was coming next.

“It was around the time we were supposed to start heading back for the spring semester that some friends had called me and asked to meet up. We talked and I ended up telling them things have been hard lately so they invited me to a party to try and cheer me up. I was desperate so I said I’d be there, hoping it might help me feel anything. I drank a lot, tried to have fun, but again things just became worse when nothing helped.”

He couldn’t even look at you anymore.

“They invited me to another one, this time I thought maybe sex might help, it didn’t, not at all and left me feeling more empty than ever. It was sometime after this that I started having some pretty scary thoughts bouncing around my head.” It truly had gotten so bad so quickly. The depression had quickly consumed him and any effort he made to try and make things better only seemed to make things worse. He felt trapped, that there was no way out of this hole.

“I was desperate for anything at that point so when those same friends called and asked to meet up again… this time… this time they offered certain um… illegal substances. I should have said no, I know, but I was looking for anything to make it better so…” For some reason Jungkook was waiting for you to say something, to scream at him, anything, but you remained silent as his words hung in the air.

He didn’t have the courage to face you to see your expression. Instead he kept going.

“It wasn’t perfect, but for a little while I finally felt ok, better than ok even, but the crash was horrible and I felt the regret starting to take hold. It was only once when I was in Busan, but by then the semester had started and I needed to get back. That’s when I came back to the apartment. I wanted to tell you everything but then you opened the door and I saw Incheol with you… I didn’t understand why at the time, but seeing you with him… It made me so angry so I just shut everyone out.”

“Before I left my friends gave me the number of a friend they had in Seoul who carried and so instead of focusing on my work that I should have I turned to chasing that high and dealing with an even worse low. I stayed out as much as I could, I didn’t want to see you with Incheol, plus I was ashamed what would happen if you saw me like that. I didn’t want you to see me like that.” Your eyes were teary and his was as well, a couple had even begun sliding down his cheeks.

“Jimin hyung saw the worst of it actually. Too many times would I head over on something and he would yell at me but he would always help me through it. I was also at his place a lot dealing with sober thoughts and he kept my mind occupied so I wouldn’t do anything rash.”

“It wasn’t until that day I got the message from my advisor telling me how bad everything was that I snapped out of it enough to try and look for help. That’s when I told you. Besides the work you helped with, you were just being there for me without asking too many questions… It was more sympathy I deserved considering how weird things had been since I left. You brought me back and I can never be more grateful.” It was only then that Jungkook finally looked over at you, your face was stained with tears and you were trying your best not to make too much noise so you didn’t disturb his story.

“I mentioned this now because being here… I should have known after all that what I felt for you was more than just being my best friend. I didn’t want to lose you so I tried to push away the obvious and tried to just keep being just your friend. I’m so happy I can be here with you now, like this, together. And I wanted to thank you for the millionth time, you pulled me out of a dark place that I never thought I was going to come back from. I’m just so happy.” He tried to chuckle but seeing you crying made this difficult discussion that much more emotional.

It felt so good telling you.

You quickly pulled him into a hug, finally letting the emotions spill over.

“I wish I was there for you more, you struggled so much I– I–” You sobbed, absolutely heartbroken that he went through this. “If only I had noticed, if I wasn’t so focused on Incheol I could have–”

“Don’t say that. You were happy, I didn’t want to burden you with my problems.” Jungkook said, trying to wipe away your tears.

“Burden?! Jungkook, I was your friend, don’t think you would ever burden me.” You sobbed, the tears continuing to stream down your face, making more and more go down his as well.

“Fuck, I love you so much, of course you would say that.” There were no words in any language to accurately describe how much he cares for you and how he will eternally be grateful for being there with him.

You both smiled and Jungkook reached over to grab some tissues to wipe your faces. You both tried to make light of the situation and giggle at how messed up you truly were. Between the sex and now the crying your makeup had smeered all over your face.

“Jungkook, truly though. If you ever go through any sort of hard time again know I’ll be here for you ok.” You reassured him.

“If you ever go through a rough time, I’ll be here for you and then some.” He smiled.

“Don’t be afraid to lean on me, life gets hard but at least we have each other.” You leaned in to kiss his cheek, but he moved to make sure you hit his lips instead.

You both laughed, but quickly went back in for another.

“You actually can’t get rid of me.” Jungkook giggled as he started peppering kisses all over your face.

“And I don’t want to.” It was just love, you loved this man.

“By the way, I wanted to ask whose room should we stay in? Should we just get a new apartment?” Jungkook questioned, kissing down your neck.

You thought about it for a second.

“We could move after graduation. We could figure something out so that it’s a little closer to my law school, or maybe something closer to your job, whichever one you decide to take.”

Jungkook was pretty talented in his field, over the years managing to work as assistants for camera operators and editors in movies and various kdramas. He already had a promising resume. He worked a ton of jobs, did various commissions for friends, peers, even his school had him shoot something. He also was working some type of internship most of the time, the only time you can remember him not working was when he was going through that hard time.

It was certainly going to be impressive to the production companies. With all the jobs he applied for, Jungkook’s professors and advisor assured him that he was bound at least to make it to the interview stage and was probably going to end up with multiple offers.

His achievements were certainly amazing, but he had a tendency to downplay them.

Jungkook nodded, the plan made sense. “For now though, you could move to my room. It’s a little bigger, maybe you could keep your clothes in your closet, but you could sleep here most of the time if you want.” You added. He just nodded along, until his brain actually processed what you were saying.

“What, aren’t our rooms the same size?” He recounted what you told him all those years ago once you decided to move here.

You cringed at the mention of that. “5 extra square feet makes you do some crazy things.” You chuckled weakly.

“Yah wait– what did you just say?!”

“You never noticed!” You tried to defend but it was too late and he was already tackling you back down to the bed.

Was he mad, not at all, if anything this was just an excuse to get you in this position. It’s strange what a year does to your libido. He couldn’t get enough of you.

Jungkook kissed you all over your face and neck, making you laugh at the way it tickled.

“I love you.” He said between kisses.

“I love you too.” You made sure to look him in the eyes when he said it. You wanted him to know how much you meant it.

You were so happy.

#jjk

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Class Act

synopsis; in which Namjoon is the popular jock and you’re just another girl in the bleachers. OR what happens when the gentle giant takes notice of the introverted, yet dedicated fan?

pairing; college jock!namjoon x college student!reader

genre; angst, fluff, humor, smut, s2l, f2l, college au, jock au

warnings; classic college tropes, angst in the form of cheerleaders(but not all!) misjudging reader, but mainly just a whole bunch of sweet jock Namjoon for your pleasure, a letterman jacket kink rises to the surface, reader is awkward, joon is a patient angel baby cause he’s in lOoOve with reader so much 🥺 uhhhhm there will be sexual intercourse and it will be soft and cute with protection being used cause they smart cookies(and so are you!)

rating; 21+ MINORS DNI

w/c; 4,744

a/n; happy birthday to our favorite accident prone, gentle giant, dimple baby Kim Namjoon! like + reblog if you enjoyed. don’t be a silent reader! <3 feedback is always appreciated and helps to keep this writer motivated to put out more content — like this! all the love, always.

networks; @ficscafe, @thebtswritersclub, @btshoneyhive, @kflixnet

It was another chilly September evening.

The flood lights that surround the football field are bright as ever, allowing the football players to continue playing as the night continues on.

You secure your jacket tighter around your shivering figure, the unforgiving wind still somehow making it through the thick material no matter how hard you try otherwise. The people around you both cheer when your team scores a touchdown, and boo when the away team does.

All of that is trivial, however, seeing as your main focus is on the tallest member of the team, making it easier for you to decipher him amongst the other players.

Kim Namjoon. The gentle giant.

The bleachers erupt into a fit of cheers, hooting, and hollering, your team winning the game by a landslide. Not that you ever doubted it. Namjoon and the other players gradually make their way off the field and towards the locker rooms to get washed up. With your seat being next to the corridor that they walk through, you get a good luck as they go by.

Namjoon is waving politely at those that chant his name in earnest. He’s not the quarterback, but he’s just as popular, if not more. His talents are phenomenal when it came to the sport, everyone sure that he was going to get recognized by an agent and signed by end of his college career.

You join the rest of those that chant his name, though your voice is easily drowned out by those who aren’t afraid to scream their hearts out. For a split second, your eyes lock with his. That dimpled smile widens, and you woefully wish it’s due to you, though you know that can’t be true considering you’ve never gained the courage to talk with him.

You imagine it’s cause of you anyways.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

The following Monday you’re taking your normal stroll through the large campus courtyard. It’s littered with students that share the same goal as you, making it to their class on time. Up ahead, you see the jocks and cheerleaders formed in their usual circle located next to the fountain that’s planted dab in the middle of said courtyard.

You spot Namjoon easily.

He’s laughing from something that Cherry said, cheer captain and from what you heard, now ex of Kim Namjoon. From their interaction, you wonder if those were just rumors, or maybe they just ended on good terms. You wouldn’t put it past Namjoon to stay civil in that kind of situation.

Due to your zoning out on the dimpled male, you fail to watch where you’re going, and make the fatal mistake of knocking into Jin, another member of the football team. The action causes a domino effect from the force in which you accidentally plow him with, ultimately making Cherry stumble into Namjoon and having him catch her effortlessly. His face is worried as he asks if she’s okay, she says yes.

His eyes then flicker to yours, as does everyone around him when they realize that you’re the culprit.

“Aiiiiish! You should be apart of the team with that powerful of a tackle, y/l/n.”

Jin turns and jests at your embarrassed figure good naturedly, a grin on his face so as to show there’s no hard feelings on his part. The same sentiment can’t be said for a few of the cheerleaders who were collateral damage.

“You’re right, Jin. She’s certainly built like a dude.” Cherry’s co-captain and best friend sardonically chimes in with a smirk on her face. The comment creates scattered laughter throughout the group in agreement, all except for Namjoon, you notice.

Your face flushes at the jab, you being well aware that your chest wasn’t quite as developed as most women your age. Your lip trembles, and you bite it in hopes of stopping the tears that begin to build in your eyes. You make a show of deeply bowing to the group, mumbling a ‘sorry, please excuse me’ before standing up straight and briskly walking past.

Namjoon makes a step towards your retreating figure, promptly getting stopped by Cherry’s hand that curls itself around his bicep. His face that was once full of worry for his ex, still held the same expression, but this time for you.

He made a mental note that next time he saw you he was going to apologize on behalf of his so called ‘friends’.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

You make it to class without a hitch. The day drones on like it always does, and it’s not until that final bell rings do you sigh in relief. You clutch your binder into your chest, both arms folded around it as you step back outside into the courtyard, this time with the end destination being your bed.

You get close to the school gates before you’re stopped by a loud voice. A loud, familiar voice.

“Y/N! Hey! Wait up!”

You stiffly turn in the direction where the voice is coming from, seeing Kim Namjoon in all his beautiful, letterman jacket wearing glory make it to you in a second flat from his long legged strides. Your knuckles turn white from how hard you’re holding your binder now, something Namjoon’s eyes dart to as he gets close enough to stand a few feet away from your shorter figure.

His full, dimpled smile is on display, and this time you know for a fact that it’s meant for you only. Your brain malfunctions, and you miss the words that come out of his mouth next, the only thing you register is his lips moving to form said words.

You blink. Once, twice. His smile doesn’t falter, but he does lean in closer to your face, one slender finger coming up to gently poke the crease in between your brows that seemed to form without you knowing. It must be from how confused you are about the situation at hand.

As if time unpaused itself, your brain clears up enough for you to speak, though your voice cracks when you do.

“I’m–, I’m sorry. What did you say?”

“I was asking if you were available to accompany me to this new diner that opened up down the street. I wanted to treat you.”

His hands are stuffed into his letterman jacket, he’s rocking himself on the balls of his feet as he waits for your answer patiently. Eyes staying trained on your face, he surveys out of his peripheral the outfit you’re wearing. It’s cute, different, unique. He likes it, a lot.

Your eyes narrow, and for the first time does his usually confident smile begin to dim.

“Is this some kind of a bet?”

His eyes widen, face crestfallen at your misconception of his genuine interest in you.

“Excuse me?” Now it’s his turn to gain those creases between his brows.

“Are your friends going to pop out of the bushes and yell ‘gotcha!’?”

He doesn’t miss the way you elongate the word friends with a hint of distaste on your tongue. He’ll be the first to admit that his choice of company can be downright rude, and wonders what other slurs you had to endure by them before he transferred to this college his junior year.

“No, they’re not. I promise I only come to you with good intentions and on the basis of wanting to get to know you better. Is that alright with you?” He ends with a question, and once again awaits your answer. There’s no signs of malice or ill intent as he looks at you, but you can’t help the walls you’ve built over the years.

Pursing your lips, you reply.

“No, thank you. I wouldn’t want to further endure the wrath of the cheerleading squad when your girlfriend finds out. So, good day.”

You pivot on your heel, decision resolute.

An enlarged hand grasps your own, and you stop in your tracks, back towards him.

“She’s not my girl–well, she was-but not anymore. We broke up awhile ago. Like, months ago. She even has a new boyfriend already, he’s a cool dude.”

He’s nonchalant when he speaks, his grip on your hand loosens when you turn your attention back on him, but he still keeps ahold on your hand incase you attempt to ditch him again.

“Only you would talk highly of an ex’s new boyfriend, I swear. You’re like a freaking unicorn.”

He lets out a bellowing, open mouthed laugh that seems to take over his entire face, his eyes crinkling, that reverberates through his hand and into yours, causing your arm to shake lightly as a result. A hint of a smile appears on your face that makes him gasp in pure delight.

He points at your mouth with a cheeky, dimpled, grin.

“There’s that smile!”

Your immediate reaction is to hide your face in your chest, an action he prevents you from doing as he uses his other hand to cup your chin and steer your gaze back onto his. His hand is still warm from its previous home in his jacket, you note, despite the cold air around you two.

“You shouldn’t hide your face, it’s pretty.”

From that point on, you were hooked.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

Once again, you’re walking your normal route to class within the courtyard. Namjoon and his group of friends are a few yards away from you, but this time when he notices you, he makes a point to break away with haste, apologies spew from his supple lips to those he squeezes past to get to you.

Jin is the last to let him past, giving you an enthusiastic wave. Even Cherry and her posse give you smiles in greeting that you return. Namjoon’s arms encase themselves around your waist as he hoists your small frame and twirls you both in a circle. He’s still holding you up off the ground, and you slowly slide down enough to plant a soft, but meaningful kiss on his lips. You could feel him smile into it, and it makes your teeth clash for a moment.

When you mutually pull away for fresh air, you barely have time before he’s peppering you with kisses all over your face. From behind, Jin patronizes you both on your disgusting public display of affection.

“Oi! Get a room you two!”

Using one arm to hold you, he makes a point to flip Jin off with his free hand that makes you roll your eyes at their antics. You give him a few pats on his shoulder, your way of telling him to set you back down on solid ground. He pouts cutely, but obliges.

Throwing an arm around your shoulder instead, your fingers thread through his dangling ones over your shoulder as he leads you to your first class of the day. Too soon do you arrive, and he leans against the side of the wall next to the door with his lips already puckered in waiting. You lean up this time to oblige his height as best as you can, not noticing when he subtly leans down further to accommodate your height difference.

Inbetween kisses, he asks you a question.

“Am I still able to come over after the game tonight?”

His eyes are hopeful, smile widening when you nod in affirmation to his question. He gives you a loving pat on the head, before using both hands to secure your head long enough for him to plant a kiss on your forehead and then he’s off and heading to his own class with a wave of his hand, barely managing to dodge a gaggle of girls in time before crashing into them.

You wave back with a shake of your head at your clumsy giant, smile of your own adorning your face as a light hue rises in your cheeks of what’s to come.

You couldn’t wait.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

Just like in the beginning, you’re back in your favorite spot on the bleachers to watch your now boyfriend own the field like he always does. Off to the side, not to far from where you are, you catch a snippet of conversation between a dude who looks way to formally dressed to be at a college football game and Namjoon’s coach. When Namjoon’s body hurdles by them with the football in hand, does the formal guy point at Namjoon with a serious look on his face. His coach crosses his arms over his chest with a puff of his chest, a smug smile on his face as he nods to whatever the formal dude is saying.

Huh. You wonder what that’s about.

You join the rest of the crowd around you in a standing, deafening applaud for the entire football team as they make their way through the corridor after a major win of the season. Your eyes scan the members in search of Namjoon’s loving eyes, but you don’t see him.

It’s not until your eyes shift back towards the field, do you find him with his helmet tucked under his arm, a beaming smile on his face as he talks to coach and mystery dude. The latter pats Namjoon on the shoulder as you make your way slowly down the bleachers to the stairs that lead to on the field. When your feet touch the astroturf and you begin your small trek to the three men, does the mystery dude bid his goodbyes and walk past you.

The coach and Namjoon are hugging each other tightly, coach shouting praises at Namjoon.

“I knew you would be something kid. I just knew it!”

“Thanks, coach. This wouldn’t have been possible without you!”

You walk up as they separate, and you have a wary smile on your face, your gut telling you that you just might know what transpired, but choosing to stay silent and wait for Namjoon to tell you himself.

If possible, his smile becomes broader when he sees you. Dropping his helmet to the ground, he ditches it in favor of holding your body tightly against him. You hug him back just as enthusiastically, his breath fanning your ear as he speaks.

“I did it, baby! I got recruited for a team!”

You gasp in astonishment, eyes watering due to how happy you are for Joon. This has been his goal for as long as he could throw a football, you couldn’t be more proud of him. Your arms tighten around his neck as you bury your face into him. He can feel your body shake with happy sobs, and can’t help the emotion of the moment when he joins you in the sobfest.

The coach is long gone when you two collect yourselves, Namjoon using his thumbs to wipe the tear streaks from your face as he smiles at you lovingly. Your nose is red and eyes are puffy, but he’s never seen you look more beautiful than you do at this moment.

He leans down to kiss you. It’s soft, slow, but full of passion.

“I love you, y/n.”

The words are whispered between kisses and instead of responding with words, you opt for action in the form of deepening the kiss with a mix of tongues as you battle for dominance.

He wins. He always wins.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

Namjoon is manspreading on your bed wearing nothing but black boxers, arms behind his head as he watches your shy, hesitant body make its way past the frame of the door. Your arms are crossed over your chest in self doubt of how risqué you chose to dress yourself tonight for Namjoon’s pleasure – and your own.

It’s a sheer, black, silky slip that caught your eye in the mall recently. The lady that helped you pick it out reassured you that you would look so good that he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off of you. But, as you look at his now stiff body, face void of emotion, you conclude it must’ve just been her trying to meet her sales quota for that day.

Your body folds in on itself, your flight response immediately wanting to kick in and save you from your utter embarrassment at trying and failing to look sexy. Namjoon snaps out of his lust induced haze to see your fear stricken one, and he instantly hops off the bed to secure you within his arms with endearing words of praise spoken into your hair as he rocks you both side to side.

“I’m sorry, baby. My brain fried there for a second when I saw how gorgeous you look.”

He pulls away, but keeps his hands on your shoulders, rubbing the tops of them occasionally as his eyes rake over your perfectly curved, thick figure with both love and lust.

“Just gorgeous?”

His eyes snap to yours when your meek voice passes your lips, his brows scrunching in confusion. He goes to question you, but you beat him to the answer.

“I was trying to go for more along the lines of sexy–,” your eyes look everywhere but his as you continue, self deprecating thoughts fill your mind for a moment as you become your own worst critic. “–I bet if I had bigger boobs–,”

“I’m gonna stop you right there.”

His hand on your chin, makes you look at him. His eyes hold nothing but warmth when he speaks.

“You are sexy, baby. So fucking sexy.”

Your eyes widen, a soft gasp escapes your lips. He trails one hand down your arm and to your hand, before he’s leading you both back to your bed. Guiding you to lay down, he then takes a moment to savor the way your body naturally parts your legs in anticipation of him being between them. Not wanting to disappoint, he kneels between your legs and uses the strength of his arms to hover over your form.

“I don’t want you ever doubting how I feel about you, okay? If you’re feeling down, let me know. I’ll be glad to show you otherwise.” A cheeky smirk adorns his face and your cheeks tint, small smile beginning to curl at the edge of your lips.

“There’s that smile I love.”

“Shut up.”

You pull him down by his neck to kiss him, it starts out slow and sensual, before turning into a kiss of pure need for one another. Your bodies react, his lower half grinds into yours and you can feel the effect you have on him. You whimper into the kiss, the weight of his crotch rubs deliciously into your clit that makes you want more.

“Please, Joonie. No teasing.”

“Fine, fine. One thing though, something I always wanted to try.”

You tilt your head in bewilderment when he pushes himself off of you to cross your room to the duffel bag that lays on the floor next to your desk. Unzipping it, he ruffles through the contents until he finds what he’s looking for – his letterman jacket.

He makes his way back to you and gestures for you to sit up, which you do. Grabbing the bottom of your slip dress, he helps you pull it off until your left nude in front of him. He bites his lip, and throws the jacket around your shoulders, encouraging you to slink your arms through the sleeves, which again, you do. He then sits back to both admire you and take in his fantasy come to life.

You wearing nothing but his letterman jacket.

His Adam’s apple bobs, pupils blown, as you yourself admire the jacket around you. The semi rough material rubs against your nipples and makes them harden. The scent of Joon is all over it, and you can’t help but bring the collar up to your nose to savor it with your eyes closed in content.

A shaky exhale is what has your eyes popping back open to witness Namjoon sink to his elbows between your legs. You whine at his actions.

“Joon, I said no teasing tonight.”

“Baby, please? This has been a fantasy of mine for a long time now, I just want to taste you real quick.” He whines back cutely, full on pout plastered on his face that you just can’t say no too.

You give a mock huff of feigned annoyance and let yourself plop back comfortably onto the pillows beneath you, he pumps a fist in the air in triumph that has you lightly hitting him in the back of his head with the heel of your foot to hurry up.

Then, he doesn’t waste any time.

He dives in, planting one solid lick to your outer folds that leads to the hood of your clit. He places one hand between you both to gently tug the hood of your clit up so he can blow softly on it. The cool sensation makes your body erupt with goosebumps, and then he’s placing a hard suck on your clit that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your knees unconsciously begin closing upon contact, but he uses his other free hand to hold one of your legs down, preemptively giving him better access to your core.

He switches his attention from your clit, and down to your now glistening hole, where he allows his middle finger to slide inside up to the knuckle, taking it out a second later to rub circles around your hole. Your hips buck, hole clenching around nothing, missing the intruding digit already. He continues this torturous routine until you start to become frustrated at your lack of relief, the edging beginning to take a toll on you.

“Namjoon, you better start–,” you begin to berate him, but your words turn into soft pants when he chooses at that exact moment to add two more digits into your hole at a fast pace, curling them to the point he’s able to feel your soft spot. His pace is unrelenting as you grip the sheets, back arching and mouth parting in a silent scream. Your toes begin to curl and he watches with hooded eyes as you come undone for the first time that night before him. Your orgasm washes over your spasming body in waves, and he’s quick to replace his fingers with his big mouth to lewdly slurp up your essence like a man starved for water. Some of it eludes his mouth to dribble down his chin and onto the bedding beneath you.

“Fuck. Namjoon. Stop. I can’t.”

You beg breathlessly, fingers gripping his hair in a vice to lift his head off your oversensitive pussy. He places one last wet kiss to each of your inner thighs, then trails up your body to your breasts. He takes one in each hand, gently massaging them to squish them together so he can take advantage of his big mouth and tongue to both lick and suckle each nipple with the same amount of attention.

You use the opportunity to come down from your high, to a still pleasurable, but not overbearing different kind of stimulation. After a few minutes, he uses one hand to push down his boxers enough to kick them off the bed with his feet. Getting back up on his knees, he reaches over the side of you to your side table drawer and fetches out a condom you make sure to keep just incase. He opens it and rolls it on, being sure to pinch the tip to make room for his own slick to fill.

He lines up his length with your still semi spasming hole, but looks up at you with a question in his eyes that gets answered just as quietly when you wrap your legs around his waist. Both of you let out a grunt of satisfaction when he stills, fully inside.

“Are you okay?”

You don’t realize your eyes closed on their own as your body adjusted to Namjoon’s girth. When you open them, you see his face hovering over yours with concern pooling in his.

“I’m good, Joon. You can move.”

Leaning down, he gives you a lingering kiss on your lips as he begins to move his hips against yours. He doesn’t go fast, choosing tonight as one to be savored. It’s an important one after all, he wants to remember it.

You thrust your own hips up in the slow, rhythmic tempo that he’s set, encouraging him to his first orgasm of the night. He buries his face in your neck, giving sloppy thrusts until he stills. Using what little strength you have left, you place the palms of your hands on his chest and push him until he’s laying on his back on the bed. You take your time straddling him, rubbing your folds against his length once, twice – it’s not until the third swing of your hips does he place his hands on your love handles in order to guide his length back into your warmth.

You chuckle at his impatience, and he glowers at you playfully.

“I thought you said no teasing?”

“Figured I’d give you a taste of your own medicine is all.”

You’re playing innocent, but he knows better. He lets you ride him at your own pace, letting his hands roam all over your breasts, your stomach, your thighs. Eventually, when he feels your walls begin to constrict around his own growing length, does he drop his hand where you two meet in order to rub soft, yet perfect amount of weight on your clit to help spur both of your impending orgasms.

Throwing caution to the wind, you splay your hands on his chest to get better leverage and a better angle, increasing your pace from a slow one to a fast one that has both of you a panting mess trying to chase your highs at the same time. You let out a broken whimper and he knows you’re closer to yours, but he wants to cum at the same time as you, finding the rare occurrence just another way of togetherness in his mind between you both when it does happen.

Easing his assault on your clit, he plants his heels into the bed to thrust up at a brutal pace, his cock pistons in and out of your sopping hole and you let out a sob at the orgasm that suddenly hits you at the same time that his does. He only stops when you can’t hold yourself up anymore and choose to lazily plop yourself off to the side of him on the bed, face flushed, eyes closed, and ready for sleep already.

He’s not too far behind you, wanting to crash after that love making session, but he needs to clean up first and so do you. He gives your ass a light slap and you groan into the pillow in reply.

“Let’s clean up, baby. Then sleep.”

You flip him off. He playfully bites your fingertip.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

The next day you’re both taking an early morning walk around campus, your small hand held tightly in his large one. Ever since last night, he takes any chance he can get to see you wearing his letterman jacket, so that’s what you’re currently wearing over your outfit.

You don’t mind though, in fact, you love it.

Like you love him.

So, you say it for the first time since he’s confessed.

“Joon?” He looks down at you with a curious look on his face, and waits patiently for you to speak when he notices how shy you’re getting. It brings him back to the first day he met you.

“I love you too.”

Your favorite dimpled smile makes an appearance. You two meet in the middle for a loving kiss. You go to pull away, but he secured a hand on the back of your neck to keep you a hair width away as he speaks lowly, honestly.

“I always saw you.”

You tilt your head in confusion.

“Saw me?”

“Yeah. In the bleachers. You went to every game. I even saw the sign you made with just my number on it, but it helped me get that winning touchdown.”

“You’re joking.”

“Serious as a heart attack.”

A puff of laughter escapes your lips, your lips grazing his during the act that has him chasing yours for another. His shoulders bounce as he lightly laughs along with you.

Another reason you love wearing his jacket? It lets everyone around you know that you’re his.

That you would always be his.

#knj

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happy birthday loser; jjk x reader; 18+

summary: after three years of simping over your roommate, you give him one hell of a birthday celebration. idiots to lovers pwp oneshot. literally zero plot

warnings: explicit smut, mutual thirsting, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, squirting, loud filthy (unprotected) sex. wrap before u tap

a/n: happy birthday jungkook! this is my first oneshot in 4+ years so be gentle w me please, usually i prefer to write series but i wanted to challenge myself and ofc write something special for everybody's favourite maknae's birthday. enjoy!

word count: 8k

On Thursdays you cook burgers for dinner.

But today isn’t just a regular Thursday.

It’s your roommates birthday, his twenty-fifth to be exact, so when you ventured to the grocery store last night you were sure to pick up the ingredients for his favourite meal in preparation for tonight. Samgyeopsal.

Pork belly is his favourite meat, you’ve been subjected to many a conversation about how tasty he finds it, how it’s the right balance of protein and fat, how it goes with anything, how he likes to wrap the succulent meat in lettuce leaves before submerging it into sauce and shoving it into his mouth.

It’s his favourite food without a shadow of a doubt. And so you’ve taken it upon yourself to cook it for him on his birthday. He is your favourite person after all, without a shadow of a doubt.

Jungkook moved in with you three years ago, at a very dark time in your life when you were wallowing in your post-breakup blues. You initially met the triple threat of tall, dark and handsome Jungkook at an open mic night when he struck up a conversation with you at the local bar.

As if being gorgeous isn’t enough, he’s a very talented singer and guitarist too, he and his grungy rock band like to play at bars and clubs on weekends. When he’s not busy at his nine to five as a software engineer, where he’s due to be leaving any minute now.

The more you got to know him you quickly realised he’s somewhat of a loser. Not a loser in the sense of having no friends and nothing significantly interesting about him – not in the slightest. Jungkook is a loser in the sense that he’s extremely introverted, painfully so, and lacks social skills.

He prefers to stay home after a gig, he doesn’t care for parties or girls or even much alcohol. He loves the quiet life, spending most evenings glued to his laptop to play videogames or sat beside you on the sofa binging something on Netflix. When he's not running his expert fingers over the nooks and crannies of his guitar.

Truthfully you’ve been kind of infatuated with him for a while now, he’s just so endearing and rib-shatteringly hilarious without even trying. It’s hard not to fall for him. His smile is earth-shatteringly perfect, his touch more so. You are but a woman after all, and a woman has needs and desires just like everybody else.

Jungkook being what you both need and desire daily.

At the time you met him a relationship was the last thing on your mind. Him moving into your spare bedroom was just a way to make up the rent and bill money your ex-boyfriend used to pay. But now you’re three years single save for the very occasional one night stand and Jungkook has never looked more appealing.

Maybe it’s the way he helps you reach snacks on the highest shelf when your tiptoes fail you. Perhaps it has a little something to do with the sweet melodies that flow from his pierced lips, flooding the apartment whenever he showers. It could be the fact he likes to ‘air-dry’ and parades around the place wearing nothing but a damp towel after said showers. Or it might have something to do with the way the supple skin beneath his big brown doe-eyes crinkles when he smiles.

But maybe, maybe, it’s because he’s everything you never realised you were looking for – until it quite literally showed up on your doorstep and moved in.

Okay so maybe you’re down bad for your roommate, but who in their right mind wouldn’t be? If you had to pick one word to describe Jungkook it would be… Perfect, handsome, funny, sweet, sentimental, ripped, gorgeous, talented. Any of those work just fine, it would be an insult to simply pick just one.

One of the many perks about living with Jungkook is that you’re both organised messy people, sure there’s some clutter here and there throughout the apartment but you both know damn sure what junk is where. Your personalities match, you don’t make the rules, they just do. All your friends say it, as do his friends. You'd be a show-stopping couple for sure.

It’s just that well… The man is somewhat emotionally constipated, can’t smell what’s right under his nose no matter how many hints you’ve given. Like a nose-blind lion on the prowl, there's a willing zebra right here, but he hasn't seemed to notice.

Wearing low-cut shirts at dinner, skirts that are a little too short, always making sure your makeup is clean and dewy looking even when wearing sweats. The innocent flirting that’s nowhere near innocent on your end. You shower him with compliments on the daily, being sure you don't appear too indifferent or nonchalant about it. You mean every compliment you've ever given him.

You like him, but you didn’t realise how frustrating that would prove to be giving his obliviousness.

But that all ends tonight.

You’re wearing a simple black slip dress, the smooth fabric ending just below the curve of your ass and the straps are so dainty that he’s bound to notice your exposed cleavage. Maybe even the lace trim of your sheer bra too, complete with a matching thong of course.

It’s not uncommon for you to get dressed up randomly, even before Jungkook moved in, you’ve always liked making an effort and looking pretty. It makes you feel good, confident even. You even went as far as to shave today, ensuring you're extra smooth, yknow just in case.

It's been a whole eleven months since you invited a guy back here, and the outcome was less than satisfying. Much like all your sexual endeavours, he got his and all you got was the ick. You haven’t seen the guy since.

It’s been a hot minute since Jungkook invited a girl back here too, maybe even over a year now. The way your roommate likes to saunter around half-dressed with long, messy brunette hair and a wicked smile has always affected you, made your mouth dry and your panties damp. Truthfully you don’t understand how a guy like that is single, well maybe it's because he doesn’t appear to have a radar for women, but you’re grateful nonetheless.

Black helium balloons fill your lounge, the big ‘25’ being the most obvious. You’ve spent the day mentally preparing for this, you want to show him how much you appreciate everything he does for you and celebrate his birthday properly. From him always prepping extra breakfast in the mornings just to make sure you’ve eaten, to his inked fingertips giving you back massages when you’ve hit the gym a little too hard. He’s usually the one to cook dinner most nights, so tonight you want to return the favour with a smile.

You’re just about to start prepping dinner when the unmistakable sound of his key in the door sends a rush of excitement through you. He’s home.

“Hey loser.” Jungkook’s voice is casual when he slips into the apartment, you’re too busy reapplying lip gloss to get a good look at him just yet.

“Good evening.” You chuckle, clamping the handheld mirror shut and sliding it into a kitchen draw.

You don’t know when it started, nor who started it. But the two of you like to use the term loser as a term of… almost endearment. It’s an inside joke between you both, friends and family members often gasp at the nickname you have for each other but for you? The word loser started to make your heart flutter and squeeze a long time ago. Finally you peer to the doorway and acknowledge him with a kind smile, one he’s reciprocating already.

“Happy birthday loser.”

As always he looks good enough to eat. His chiselled yet soft features, tanned skin, the little beauty mark nestled just beneath those very inviting lips of his. The muscles that threaten to tear through the fabric of his clothes. The tattoos that peak out from his sleeve cuffs. The piercings, his long dark hair that parts in the middle and frames those very handsome, genetic lottery winning features of his. You fight a teenage-like sigh, just looking at him is enough to make your heart race.

“What’s all this..?” His eyes scan the room as he shimmies out of his blazer, leaving him in a black shirt tucked into slacks of the same colour. His favourite colour is black, almost everything he owns is black, hence the fitting colour of the birthday decorations. “Are you making pork?” His angled chin tips in your direction, lazy footsteps bringing him closer.

“Mhm.” You nod, suppressing a grin, “You like pork belly, right? I thought it was your favourite.”

He’s nodding along to the sound of your voice, still smiling, “No I do, it is. It’s just we usually have burgers on a Thursday.”

“Ahh, but today isn’t just Thursday,” You remind him with a mischievous wink, “It’s your birthday, Thursday the 1st of September.”

“Congratulations you know how to read my drivers license.” Jungkook snorts when he props himself onto the kitchen countertop, next to your little workstation, “You look nice.”

“Thank you.”

“You didn’t have to do all this yknow.”

“I wanted to.” You hum, turning on the stove.

“But what if I already have plans to celebrate my birthday?” His pierced brow quirks, the silver barbel glimmering beneath the harsh kitchen lighting.

You tut, fighting the urge to roll your eyes when you glare at him and see his nose is already scrunched playfully, “Do you have plans?”

“Looks like I do now!” He claps, taking a beat before cocking his head to one side, his features softening upon watching you cook, “Thank you Y/N.”

Looking him dead in the eye you offer a genuine smile, “Anytime.”

“Would you be offended if I showered before we ate? The AC at work broke and this shirt feels sticky.” He sighs, cracking his neck.

“Why would I be offended?” A light puff of air rips from your nostrils when he fails to respond, his features blanketed with uncertainty and confusion. He really is emotionally constipated.

“No, I wouldn’t be offended loser. Go shower.” You’re giggling, shaking your head in disbelief, “It’ll be ready by the time you’re finished.”

“You’re the best!” He hops off the counter, making sure to spank your ass before skipping into the bathroom. “Happy birthday to me indeed.” He chuckles, winking in your direction before he closes the door behind him.

It’s always like this, the playful flirts and touches, but you crave something more. You want him to shove his tongue so far down your throat he could eat you out at the same time. You want to feel his tattooed hands to explore every square inch of your body while he fucks you into oblivion. The thought alone is enough to frustrate you.

Maybe you should just hop on top of him one night in front of the TV. Sometimes you do sit on his thighs, his ridiculously strong thighs, if there’s a lack of seating. You sigh dramatically, mentally debating whether the large sofa would fit through the window. If there’s nowhere to sit you’d have to sit on him. Problem solved. All you have to do is throw the fucking sofa out the window and pray he takes the hint. Easy enough.

The sizzling meat in the pan is interrupted by the sound of the bathroom door opening, revealing a cloud of steam and a shirtless Jungkook, tattoos and muscles displayed in all their glory. He’s wearing nothing but Calvin Klein boxer shorts, grey ones, that leave fuck all to the imagination.

“Forgot my towel.” He chuckles awkwardly, briefly heading into his bedroom to retrieve said towel. That damn white towel. What would he do if there were no towel? Walk around bare-ass with his dick on show? Maybe you could throw the towel out the window instead, it would be much easier than the sofa.

“You okay?” Jungkook’s presence startles you, he’s right next to you with furrowed brows and his stupidly muscular arms crossed over his chest, towel draped on his shoulder. “You zoned out again, thinking about anything good?” He’s laughing, wetting his lips between smiles.

Your gaze flickers to the bumps of his toned abdomen before settling on his face, he’s smiling brightly at you, seemingly unaware of the carnal desire you have to pin him to the kitchen floor and mount him right now.

“I’m fine, go get your shower.” You act indifferent, prompting a quiet, unconvinced ‘oookay’ from your roommate before he’s gone again.

You’re genuinely entertaining the idea of throwing out, no wait burning that sofa now, Jungkook’s thighs have always been way comfier anyway.

Interestingly enough the timing of his shower is perfect, you’re plating up dinner on the coffee table when he’s finished. Making sure to grab a bottle of soju from the cupboard, he’s not much of a drinker but you figure it is his birthday after all. Dragging two plump cushions from the sofa you’ve suddenly grown a strong hatred toward, you sit on one, leaving the other free for the birthday boy himself.

“Oh my god this smells great,” Jungkook comically inhales until his chest, his bare chest, is full of air. “Have you watched those 365 days movies? Someone at work recommended them to me earlier.” He says nonchalantly while sitting next to you, only wearing that damn white towel over his hips. The scent of his coconut bodywash clings to his beefy frame and floods your senses.

“The sex movies?” You laugh, handing him chopsticks all while trying to keep your gaze on his face. Somewhat a difficult challenge considering he's half naked. Again. “I’ve heard they’re really graphic with basically no plot, just steamy sex scenes, bad accents and a hot guy with tattoos.”

“Ah, you do like a man with tattoos.” He sniffs, fingertips lingering on yours while he grips the utensils, “Well since it’s my birthday I say we watch them. Seokjin at work said they're pretty good.”

“Okay,” You shrug, “But since when do you know about what kind of man I like?”

At this Jungkook grins, finding the remote and switching on Netflix, “You’ve only ever brought two guys back here since I moved in, both had tattoos. It’s a reasonable assumption to make.”

“Valid.” You’re nodding, beginning to tuck into the food, “I guess I do like men with tattoos, yeah.”

“Yeah?” He asks, gently elbowing your side. When you glance at him he’s smiling, wiggling his thick eyebrows animatedly while gesturing to his dark sleeve tattoo. “I’m a man with tattoos.”

“That you are.” You wink, praying to every higher power that one of these days he's going to acknowledge you're a woman. A woman with a vagina. A vagina that needs stuffing immediately.

“Shit Y/N this is amazing,” Jungkook’s frowning while he chews, a crystal clear sign that he’s enjoying the food you’ve made, “You should cook this more often, so much better than burgers. Fuck,” He moans, dark lashes dusting his face when he squeezes his eyes shut, “So good. So fucking good. Best birthday meal ever.”

This is how most of your nights together are spent, sat witching TV on the floor while eating dinner and enjoying each other’s company. You’re coming to the end of your meal when the first sex scene in the movie starts playing, well, okay not really. The characters aren’t having sex but she’s tied up to the bed watching someone else suck off the sexy guy with tattoos. Your brows are hiked up your forehead, eyes wide, this is not where you thought the plot was going.

“Would you ever do anything like that?” Your roommate asks with his last mouthful of food, watching the TV while running a hand through his damp long hair, “Maybe not the kidnapping part but would you ever wanna watch someone have sex?”

“Nah,” You shake your head, “Not for me. What about you?”

“For sure.” He affirms with a nod, still staring at the screen, “But I’d rather be watched than be the one watching. Especially if I was into the girl, I’m way too jealous for shit like that.”

Ignoring the way his response sends a shiver down your spine you swallow your food, “Aren’t you a little socially awkward to put yourself in that kind of situation? No offence.”

“None taken, I am an awkward guy,” He snorts, “But I don’t know, the idea of someone seeing me absolutely destroy someone kinda gets me going… I like the idea of being watched. Don’t you have anything like that?”

You gulp, “Like what?”

“Any kinks or fantasies.”

“I guess so… Doesn’t everybody?”

At this Jungkook takes it upon himself to pause the movie, giving you his full, undivided attention, “Tell me some.”

“Jungkook…” Your sigh shifts into an awkward giggle, truthfully he is your fantasy. And that towel doesn’t leave much to your imagination, if anything at all. But it doesn’t take you long to crumble, “Okay fine, what do you wanna know?”

“Where would you most like to have sex?” He’s smirking, hooded eyes boring into the depths of your soul, “Anywhere in the world, go.”

“Hmm… I don’t know actually, I’ve never thought about it. What about you?”

“My bed.”

You deadpan, a single brow quirked, “Your bed?”

“It’s comfy, it smells nice, and I can go to sleep after without worrying about getting home since I’m already here. Of course my bed is the number one choice.” He’s looking at you as though you’re stupid, as though his answer is obvious when he scoffs.

“Okay… that’s fair enough.”

Jungkook’s watching you closely, and you swear you see his vision drop to your chest for a millisecond before settling back on your eyes, “What would your ideal guy do to you in bed?”

Sucking in a breath of air you’re already nodding, “Easy. The ideal guy isn’t selfish and knows how to make me come, maybe even squirt. No guys ever made me do either. Your turn.”

“None of the guys you’ve slept with have made you come? What the fuck! Um-, okay…” He licks his teeth before making noises akin to car turning lights, emphasising his thoughts, “The ideal woman is bossy, not dominant but knows what she wants and tells me how to do it. I like vocal women, women who aren’t scared of their own voice. Plus the ideal can actually ride me, the amount of women that give up after four bounces is kinda disappointing.”

Suddenly your mouth feels very dry, prompting you to swallow nothing. Thankfully you’ve never heard Jungkook having sex, there’s been a couple of times you’ve heard heavy breathing and little whimpers from his bedroom but it’s always when he’s alone in there. Guys masturbate, it would be unreasonable to expect him not to do it when you’re home. Plus you’ve definitely gotten yourself off while he’s slept in the next room, you have zero room to talk.

“Really? Four bounces?” Your voice betrays you slightly, wavering with curiosity.

“Yeah. Don’t get me wrong I don’t mind doing all the work, it’s just annoying when they talk a big game and put in minimal effort. Just be upfront about wanting me to be in charge, you know? I like being in charge it’s no big deal.”

You’re shaking your head, frowning with an uncertain smile, “Then what are you complaining about?”

At this the birthday boy sighs exasperatedly, as though you’re missing the point, “It’s just annoying isn’t it? When you think somethings gonna go a certain way and then it doesn’t…”

“Tell me about it.” You snort, pouring two shots of peach soju.

“Okay,” Jungkook takes the shot of soju, snapping his fingers excitedly, seemingly unphased by the bitter taste of alcohol, “Who do you wanna sleep with more than anyone in the world? Who’s your number one?”

Slinging back the soju, you bite the bullet with an devilish smirk.

“Hmmm… You.”

Stone cold regret washes over you when he looks through you, the same way he looks at people he’s not comfortable with yet. The exact same expression he gives strangers when he doesn’t understand why he’s been roped into their conversations. His pierced lips purse, the Adam’s apple in his throat bobbing from a thick swallow. Eyes animatedly round, shocked and astonished.

“Uhh…” He wets his lips before his eyes narrow, brows pinching, “I’m being serious Y/N…”

You nod, “Me too but never mind.” You sigh dramatically, pouring more shots.

“Stop fucking around with me!” He playfully pushes your shoulder, earning embarrassed laughter to bubble in the depths of your throat, “You can’t just say that to me out of nowhere!”

“Out of nowhere?” You repeat, frustrated, “Jungkook I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve tried hitting on you and it just seems to go straight over your head.” You whine, lips forming a cute pout that he can’t stop staring at, “Anyway… Like I said, never mind. Forget I said anything. Who’s your number one?”

But Jungkook is too stunned to speak. He’s looking down at you as though you’ve just told him you want to marry him and have his babies. Surprised doesn’t cut it, nor does confused. It’s a deadly cocktail of the two mixed with a little nervousness tugging his usually sharp features up and wide.

“I-, what?” He blinks away his daydream, “Are you being serious? You actually wanna fuck me? I can’t tell. You know I’m bad with stuff like this. Spell it out for me loser.”

At this you shake your head, feeling deflated, “It doesn’t matter, honestly just forget I said anything, you don’t find me attractive so it’s not like it’s ever gonna—”

“Now you’re putting words in my mouth.”

An agitated exhale leaves you, your roommate still staring at you expectantly with a single brow quirked, “You don’t have to say it out loud Kook, it’s obvious.”

“Wow, you really don’t know me at all, do you?” His white teeth are bared in a dazzling panty-dropping grin, “Why do you think I’m sitting here in a towel Y/N? Just out of curiosity.”

“Cause you like to ‘air-dry’.” You mimic air quotes with a mocking tone, slugging back another shot of soju. He does the same.

Jungkook’s voice drops into something akin to seductive, biting the inside of his cheek to suppress a huge smile, “Actually, I thought that maybe if I walk round the place half naked all the time you’d take the hint eventually. You think when I moved in friendship was the only thing on my mind?” He’s laughing now, shaking his head in disbelief, baffled, tongue darting over his lips to wet them. “You think when I came up to you at the bar all I wanted was to be your friend?”

“W-what are you saying? That you are attracted to me?” Your heart races away in your chest, a lick of heat wetting your spine when your roommate tilts his head to one side, smirking.

“Ask me who my number one is.”

“Okay… I’ll humour you. Who’s your number one?” You’re blushing, unable to wipe the smile from your features when he sucks in a harsh breath of air, watching you closely.

His inked hand finds the nape of your neck, tugging your face closer, close enough that your noses bang together and you both giggle. “You are, loser.”

The next thing you know he’s kissing you, and you’re kissing him back.

Where most make out sessions begin soft and slow, gentle and uncertain while both parties attempt to figure out what the other likes – that’s far from what’s happening here. It’s heated, it’s messy and fuelled by years of pent up frustration and longing. His grip moves to your jaw where he pries it open, slipping his tongue into your mouth at that exact moment.

“Oh… Jungkook…” You mewl, smiling triumphantly against his mouth.

Fucking finally.

“You have,” He pulls back, lips kiss-swollen and stained with lip gloss, “No idea,” His hands sneakily find your hips, guiding your body until you’re straddling his towel-clad thighs, “How long,” He’s smirking, palming the fat of your ass when his lips find your in a hurry, “I’ve wanted to fuck you.”

“Well why didn’t you say anything then?!” You frown, sighing in bliss when your dress is being pushed up, pooling your abdomen that’s full of pork belly and butterflies. Giving enough leeway for Jungkook’s fingertips to slip into the waistband of your underwear.

He chuckles into the kiss, averting his mouth to pepper your jawline with lots more dainty little kisses, whispering, “The same reason you didn’t, I didn’t know you were into me like that.”

“Except I tried, multiple times…” You hum, bottom lip tucked between your teeth. Palms explore Jungkook’s muscular back, every lump, bump, every inch of tanned bare flesh that you’ve seen simultaneously way too many times and not enough at all. “All the slutty outfits… The compliments, I’ve been pretty vocal about finding you attractive actually.” You’re grinning, fingertips toying with the long brunette hairs at the nape of his neck.

At this Jungkook sighs, lulling his head back to get a better look at your face. His eyes are blown dark with lust, his gaze hooded and intense. But it’s the breath-taking smile he wears that sends a rush of heat straight between your legs.

“I do like a woman who’s vocal about what she wants.” He winks, crushing his lips to yours once more, “So tell me what you want loser.”

“Want you.” You pout, elbows resting atop his broad shoulders when you brush the hair away from his face, physically incapable from breaking the string of messy kisses. He tastes like peaches and sin. “Want you to make me come.”

“Yeah?” He chuckles, ridding your body of the skimpy little dress that didn’t leave much to his imagination. “Wish you told me all this sooner, could’ve been blowing your back out daily by now.”

“Not my fault you can’t take a hint.” You snort, blood rushing to your cheeks when you see his hungry stare fixed to your almost bare body atop of his thighs.

He rolls his eyes, “You’re one to talk. Why do you think I put your snacks on the top shelf?”

“So you can help me reach them…?” You scoff, biting down on your lip, “So you look like a strong alpha man helping his poor defenceless vertically challenged roommate?”

“Nah,” He admits with throaty laughter, large palms exploring your curves and reaching round your back, until they’re unclasping your bra in one swift movement, “Like seeing your ass peek out the tiny little dresses you wear when you get on your tiptoes.”

Your mouth falls open in genuine shock, brows raised expectantly, “Jeon Jungkook!” You gasp, gripping his chin and angling it towards your lips, “Who knew you were such a fucking pervert?”

The man’s in a total daze, lost in your eyes with a bright smile, “You think that's perverted? You haven’t seen anything yet.”

Maybe this is a bad idea. Having wild, carnal, fringing-on-illegal sweaty hot passionate sex with your roommate. Maybe. But when your bare back hits his soft mattress with a ‘ooomf’ and he rids himself of that damn towel, you struggle to see past this moment right here, right now. Jungkook is naked, and it’s a glorious sight.

You’re grinning when he crawls up the bed, but to your surprise, no, rather to your excitement, he stops when his profile is faced with your underwear. Hooking his fingertips beneath your thong he smirks, gaze briefly meeting yours until he’s dragging your underwear beneath your ass and down your legs.

Being naked in front of Jungkook is something you’ve often thought about, it was the motivation behind your tactical shave earlier today, secretly praying this would happen. But now that you’re here, in his monochrome bedroom that smells of vanilla, on full display for the man you’ve been crushing on for so long. It all gets a little overwhelming.

“What are you doing?” He mumbles, thick brows pinched when you sheepishly shut your legs and stop him from seeing the whole show.

“I-, uh…” You swallow, clearing your throat, “It’s been a while…”

“And?”

“And I’m nervous.” You giggle, throwing your head back into his pillows.

At this he makes his way up to your face, knocking your legs apart with his knees to settle his weight between them. His strong arms hold his body in place, planted either side of your face. The way he’s peering down at you should be illegal, so smug yet there’s a glimmer of concern behind his sparkly eyes. It’s when he releases a breath of air against your face that his features soften into a faint smile, awestricken.

“I think you’re gorgeous Y/N, you don’t need to be nervous.”

“I haven’t had sex in almost a year…” You whisper, avoiding his gaze.

“And?” He repeats, chuckling mostly to himself, “Neither have I. And it didn’t stop you from using that noisy ass vibrator of yours the other night, did it?” Your eyes snap to his in a panic, he’s fully laughing now, the sound equal parts mischievous and salacious. “Walls are very thin…” He sniffs, tilting his chin to the wall his headboard rests on, backing onto your bedroom.

It’s after you sigh, beyond mortified that he heard such obscenities, that he sinks his lips to a sweet spot on your neck, sucking the flesh harsh enough to leave sensual bruises, “Let me make you feel good baby, I promise I’ll make you feel good… Don’t be nervous.” He murmurs, and you’re left breathless.

The pet name sends a rush of something strange over your body, you’re not used to him calling you anything other than loser. Maybe your name, but definitely not baby. You like it. While he’s working on making a total mess of your neck the familiar heat and lust comes back, stronger, deeper, and more determined.

“Jungkook… Please… W-want you to make me feel good.” You whisper, already in a daze.

It’s then that you feel him smirk against your skin, planting one final coy kiss to your lips before making his way down your body with one continuous lick that has your body aflame. His tongue never leaves you, travelling to your collarbones, your breasts. The flat wet muscle glides over your nipple and you gasp, brows furrowed in concentration.

“You’re so sensitive…” He hums, lapping up your nipple, taking it between his teeth and playfully sucking. Tiny whimpers and moans peep from your lips, along with the occasional gasp that has your roommate losing his goddamn mind. His tongue soon finds the other nipple, winning himself more of the same noises that are making his cock throb with anticipation already.

“So nobody’s ever made you come, huh?” He mumbles, “But you’re so fucking sensitive baby… Aren’t you?”

“Mhm…” You bite your lip, hands greedily smoothing over his bare shoulders. You want to feel his body, his entire body. You want it on top of you, next to you, underneath you, inside you. Perhaps it’s due to all the pent up frustration harboured toward him, but there’s a dull beat between your legs that you so desperately want him to listen to.

And then it hits you, Jungkook likes vocal women.

“Make me come please… Want you to make me come…” You moan, writhing around beneath him at the new found tingles all over your body. The cool air kisses your core when he spreads your thighs, sinking down the bed until he’s eye level with your bare pussy.

“Oh my god.”

His words win you to tug yourself up onto your elbows, a little curious. That’s when you find him staring at your vagina with pure astonishment. Lips ajar, brows hiked so far up his forehead that it’s wrinkled, a small surprised scoff hot against your flesh.

“What?” You frown, suddenly self-conscious, “What are you looking at?”

“What am I looking at?” He parrots, sighing with puffed out cheeks, “The prettiest pussy I’ve ever fucking seen, that’s what I’m looking at.”

“Oh.” You giggle, not knowing what to say.

You didn’t expect him to be so confident in the bedroom, so outspoken and complimentary. It’s no secret that he’s a very socially awkward man in the streets. Apparently a very different story to the personality he has between the sheets.

“You have the cutest little beauty mark…” He whispers, sinking his lips to your folds, “Right here.” He kisses you gently, and you feel like squealing. “Fuck, you’re addicting baby. Losing my mind down here.” He chuckles right before digging in.

He places a languid, drawn-out lick from your entrance to your clit, one so mind-numbingly slow that your toes curl against the sheets. He repeats this, once, twice, three, four, five times until he’s dipping his tongue between your folds with a whispered moan. It feels nice, feels good, but it's not enough.

“You plan on making me come any time soon, loser?” You playfully kick his shoulder, winning hot laughter against your centre.

It’s then that his arms hook under your thighs and he drags you closer to his waiting face, until his full lower-profile is smothered in your cunt. His chin, his multitalented lips, the soft bend of his nose, all of it. He playfully slaps your thighs and you take the hint, throwing your legs over those obnoxiously broad shoulders of his.

That’s when your guttural moan fills the air, when Jungkook starts lapping up your clit so expertly that you question whether the whole ‘shy, socially inept, cute boy’ persona he has going for him is just a façade.

He’s good at this. He’s fucking amazing at this. You’re gasping for air when he suckles on your clit, massaging the muscle with his tongue while it’s still being pulled between his lips. You groan, you hiss, you whimper. It feels indescribably fantastic, and there’s no way he’s not going to be able to get you off doing this.

“Holy shit, Jungkook.” You whine, hips pushing your core impossibly closer to his face. “Mmmph, oh—” Another long moan cuts you off, actually it’s more of a groan. A needy one at that.

His hooded stare flickers up to your face, watching your every move before him. “So sensitive.” He murmurs, sounding disbelieved.

Watching you wriggle and whimper for him only fuels his lust further. He takes it upon himself to push your legs onto your chest with one hand. Until your knees are to your breasts. You don’t complain at the new angle so he carries on, pulling away from your pussy for a second to spit on his fingers. Not that he thinks you’re going to need it, you're already drowning his sheets.

Unceremoniously he plunges two digits into you dripping walls, and you shriek.

“Jungkook, oh god, oh my god Jungkook…” You pant, eyes squeezed shut and mouth hanging open.

It’s a second later when his mouth reattaches to your clit and you’re borderline sobbing. You feel so full, like an elastic band being stretched to it’s limits. You’re going to snap soon, you know it. There’s a heat building in your gut, one that comes in rhythmic waves that match your racing heart.

That’s when something odd swells inside your stomach, something new and exciting and overwhelming. Jungkook’s fingers aren’t fucking in and out of you like you’d expect them to be, they’re consistently inside you, curling upward and pressing against a spot that very few people, yourself included, have ever managed to discover.

“Jungkook seriously what the-, fuck!” You warn him, eyes flying open in utter disbelief.

“Mmm?” He chuckles, his response lost to the sounds of your pornographically wet pussy squelching and sloshing around his fingers.

“I’m-, oh my fucking god…” You’re whining, whimpering, shivering. “Feels so fucking good.”

At this he moans in response, sucking your clit harder, hitting that spot inside you even harder, faster. You inhale sharply, preparing yourself for the earth-shattering ecstasy that’s sure to crash down on your body any second now. But strangely enough it isn’t the hold of your clit between your roommates lips that pushes you over the edge, nor is it the thrilling curl of his finger.

You peer down at him, his brows furrowed deep with concentration, the same way they are when he eats something delicious. His face is spinning and twisting to each and every side to make sure he’s licking and sucking all your nerve endings. And that’s when his heavy eyes flicker up at your mess of a face.

Jungkook winks.

And you squirt everywhere.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my fucking god!” You groan, watching the man who you’ve been simping over for years giggle against your skin as though he hasn’t just made a catastrophic mistake.

Because now you’ve experienced this side of him, there’s absolutely no way you can go back to just being roommates.

He doesn’t fold, doesn’t stop, nor does he slow. No. He carries on. Sucking, finger-fucking, licking, moaning, curling those digits and slurping at your pussy until it happens again. And again. And again.

And again.

“P-please…” Your body jumps and jolts on the mattress, convulsing from oversensitivity, your back damp with sweat and heart beating so fast you fear it’s going to implode any second now. “I-, I can’t take another one…” You pant, hands flying to the hairs at his scalp where you try and pry him aware from your core.

He hums in agreement, nodding along with your words all while wearing a big, dumb grin. “Okay.”

You’re fucked. Head spinning, reeling, brain unresponsive. Limbs already aching, you’ve never come this many times in one sitting to date. Not even with that ‘noisy-ass’ vibrator of yours. The distant sound of laughter forces you to come back to reality, finding Jungkook laid next to you with shiny lips and a wicked smirk. His head resting on the bend of his elbow, his pierced brow quirked curiously.

“I’ll give you a minute...” He’s laughing, tongue toying with his silver lip ring. A moment later he shifts on the bed, until he’s laid on his back and his entwined hands are tucked behind his head. A content smile broadens his features, a smug one, one that gives you a devilish idea.

Adrenaline and the need to have his cock inside you courses your veins, along with a hint of arrogance. That’s what leads you to sitting up, mouth falling open when you catch sight of Jungkook’s huge cock, rock hard and waiting. Oh you’re about to give him the best birthday present in the world. He wants a woman that can ride him? Who can last longer than four bounces?

Challenge accepted.

Carefully, you throw your leg over his waist until you’re hovering over his muscular body. He really is huge, by every ridiculous definition of the word. Lazily, he opens his eyes before they grow wide with surprise at your current position.

“Oh?” He chuckles, hungrily exploring your naked body with his stare, as though he hasn’t been ogling it for the past however long you’ve been in here. “I’ll warn you now, if you’re any good at this I’m gonna have to take you on a date.”

“We’re going out on a date regardless.” You snort, gripping the base of his shaft, shit, he’s big, “Since you’re the only guy around here who knows how to make me come.”

“Suits me just fine loser, I'll take you on a date. If you're lucky I'll make you squirt again at the dinner table.” He grins, wetting his lips. “Let me rephrase then, if you ride me like you mean it I’ll take you on the best date of your life this weekend.”

“Deal.” You wink, chest swelling.

You pump his cock a few times before you sink yourself down onto it with a long, shaky moan.

“Holy shit… baby…” He pants, tugging at his own hair with furrowed brows.

Jungkook’s eyes flutter shut but you can just about make out them rolling back into his skull behind his lashes. It’s when you’re fully settled onto his cock that you bite your lip, picking yourself up only to slam down onto him with a loud wet smack. His doe-eyes snap open at lightening speed, a drawn-out grown rumbling his strong chest.

“Fuck!” He gasps, jaw slack and eyes wide.

You grin down at him triumphantly, clearly he didn’t know you were capable of making him feel just as good as he made you feel. You repeat the motion, harder. You do it again, and again, until Jungkook’s hissing and messily gripping your hips in a hurry.

“Y/N… What the fuck?!” He stifles a moan when he bites his lip, mesmerised by the way your pussy squeezes his cock each and every time you pull yourself up and drop back onto it. “Seriously what the fuck are you made of, oh my-, fuck—”

It’s at this moment you brace yourself on his chest with splayed hands, keeping your body steady before you ride him like your existence depends on it. Like there’s no tomorrow. Like you’re the only two people on earth. There’s a hot burn in your thighs but you don’t let up, bouncing on him consistently, pace never faltering.

He’s so big that you fear you’ll split open, but you welcome the underlining sting of being this stuffed. Obscene wet noises along with the sound of the bed squeaking in sync with your movements fill the air. Beneath you Jungkook is a moaning mess, he’s chewing on his lips as though that’ll stop the profanities and groans from escaping him – but it doesn’t.

“Baby… Oh we definitely-, oh shit-,” He hisses, hands snaking round to your ass cheeks where he squeezes them like they’re his favourite stress-balls, “We should’ve done this-, way-, waaaay sooner.” He moans again, head thrown back into his pillow.

You’re slamming down on him with force, so much intent behind your bounces that the crown of his cock hits your cervix each time without fail. The sight before you will be burned into your memory forever. Jeon Jungkook, panting, whimpering, trying his absolute best to keep it together all while you ride him to heaven and hell and back again.

“You like it when I ride this fat cock of yours?” You moan, usually you’re not one for dirty talk but you simply can’t help yourself. He looks… Feral. And it’s only spurring you on even more. “You’re so big Jungkook, fuck, feels so fucking good inside me…”

“You-, you’re…” He can’t get his words out, they’re dying in the back of his throat, lost to the ‘mmmphs’ and ‘ooohhhs’ he delivers every time you drop down on him. “Do I l-like it? Fuck. Best-, mmmph, best fucking pussy... Slow down baby, please.” He whines, the sound has your lower abdomen in utter turmoil, another orgasm threatening to ripple your body.

You do as he says, he is the birthday boy after all. Besides, there’s no way in hell this is going to be the only time you’ll ride him. Your evenings together are going to look a whole lot different from now on, that's for sure.

The speed of your ministrations slows, but the depth and force does not. You’re still fucking yourself on his hard length with so much purpose that you feel his knees buckling, thick thighs twitching beneath you.

“Baby, fuck…” He rasps, “Ohhh fuck! Mmmph…” It’s like he’s mesmerised, mouth hanging open and eyes incapable of looking anywhere but you. He's completely infatuated with the way you feel atop of him.

You feel a hand snake up to the nape of your neck before you’re being pulled toward his face, his lips smashing against yours in another series of messy, desperate kisses. Gritting your teeth when the white hot heat inside your walls threatens to snap, Jungkook feels your sopping walls clench around his girth and groans into your mouth.

“Again? Ohhh...” He hisses, trying his best to sound cocky but it’s less than convincing when he too is a whimpering mess. “You’re a fucking goddess Y/N-, ohhhh.” He pants, finding your hips with tattooed hands where he holds them in place.

It’s a moment later when he plants his feet flat against the mattress, bending his knees, showcasing his strength when he keeps you in one place above him. That’s when he fucks you hard, as though he’s punishing you for something. Thrusting in and out of you so violently that you’re blubbering into the crook of his neck.

“Fuck! Right there, right fucking there!” You cry out, voice almost lost to the brutal clapping noises of you being fucked ten ways to Sunday.

Each rut of his hips has you seeing stars, he feels so fucking good inside you. So deep. His pelvis is knocking against your swollen clit, be it intentional or accidental you'll never know - but it has you spiralling into insanity.

A long, vocal moan tears from your throat when you’re hit with another orgasm. You feel boneless, as though you’ve just discovered the real definition of pleasure. You’re so wet that he’s sliding in and out of you with ease now, the pulsing of you walls throwing him over his own edge until he thrusts into you one final time.

It's deeper, he's holding your hips in place, dragging them impossibly closer to his body when he fills you with his come. Breathless and sweaty.

“Baby… Oh my… god.” He chokes out between ragged breaths, and you can’t help but giggle into his skin.

Moments later you’re rolling off him, too weak to adjust the position you land in but you do throw a leg over his thighs with a smile. Heavy breathing and quiet chuckles bring you back down to earth, forcing you to gaze over at your roommate.

Jungkook’s already looking at you like he’s madly in love, as though you’ve just offered to do this every day with him for the rest of your lives. When you wet your lips and smirk you register his cock twitching against his abdomen, he really is shameless. And by the look on his face, he isn’t even close to being through with you.

"Best. Birthday. Ever." He pants, absolutely befuddled that he's just had sex, mind-blowingly, indescribable sex with his roommate, the same roommate he's been fawning over for a long time now.

You send him a wink before pulling his face to yours, there's no fucking way you're done with him either.

“Happy birthday loser.”

#jjk

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