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CHAPTER 1

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Genre: slow burn, romance, angst, smut, college setting, corrupt families, revenge, bodyguard, lots of parties, reckless hookups, denial, etc

Pairing: jungkook x reader

Warnings : consensual protected sex, slight mention of masturbation

As the flight takes off, Jungkook's arm shakes matching with the turbulence of the airplane. He closes his fists tightly trying to calm himself and takes a deep breath.

It's not the turbulence that causes his anxiety, it's fuelled by the uncertainty of the mission he is leaving his country for.

He has protected far more dangerous things than you, and been rewarded greatly yet he feels as if nothing he does will ever suffice to efface the doubts of those who don't believe in him.

He knows he's capable but this time what he's supposed to protect is a living, breathing person with her own will and ability to move around. It's you. He's being sent to Harwell to protect you.

Sitting on the seat behind yours, it's difficult for him to catch a glimpse of you. The sitting arrangement had been meddled with deliberately to have you in close proximity to him.

He hears you talk after the take-off with the guy that sits beside you. If he tries to focus he can hear the conversation that you two have going on.

You talk about your bachelor's subjects then why you have chosen to do a master's, and what your plans are for after you get the degree. Soon the conversation segues into things like dating and exes and quickly becomes NSFW.

"Morning sex or night sex?" You ask him and he titters before answering. Says it's different on different days and situations.

A blonde guy sits beside Jungkook on the aisle seat who leans over to the front, and says, "Hoseok look at this bro" he shows him something on his phone and the guy beside you laughs.

"Crazy humour" He settles back in his place.

Jungkook side glances at him before looking away. He's not shy and wants to stay away from becoming too attached to people because he's not here for the college experience but on a mission.

"Read this" Jimin turns the phone towards Jungkook's face. It's some webtoon panel that has a scene so freaking funny Jungkook wants to roll on the floor laughing. He somehow manages to just let out a little giggle.

"You also going to Harwell for uni?" Jimin asks keeping his phone face down on his thigh. Feels an urge to befriend this guy who sits beside him. He can't fathom why the cool looking guy is keeping quiet.

"Yeah, master's." Jungkook answers. He makes sure to not tell him too much about himself.

"Me too" Jimin smiles. "Psychology," he adds.

"Sociology," Jungkook replies. Bites his tongue, to punish himself for talking again when he didn't even ask.

"Where did you get your bachelor's from?" Jimin asks. Jungkook utters a curse in his mind, wanting to yet not wanting to continue the conversation.

"Yonsei," he answers. Knows the guy's gonna be like oh you must be so smart but he hates how he didn't really deserve it, and went there as a result of nepotism and power misuse.

They talk about some other things before becoming silent.

Jungkook can still hear you talk with Hoseok. His assumptions start to break down into little pieces slowly and slowly. With each line that he hears, another fact about you reveals itself to him, he feels how wrong he was.

Thinks he'd underestimated you. You weren't all that naive and reserved. He could tell that much with the way you were openly flirting and talking about anything and everything with Hoseok.

Your father had portrayed you as an innocent delicate doll-like creature in his descriptions. Jungkook had ignored the fact that fathers barely come to terms with their daughters growing up.

If your father could control it all he would still like to have you as a five-year-old throwing pretend tea parties in your princess-themed bedroom.

But you aren't five anymore, you're twenty years and five months. You graduated college with honours and finally got the ticket out of your father's house after an ugly fight with him.

Two years of your adulthood, you spent still bound by your father's rules. Now you were out, ready to live your life on your own terms.

You want what your friends had, which you had to struggle to get, freedom, and independence. You want to enjoy your youth that only lasts an hour.

Now it dawns upon Jungkook all at once, if you've been able to do things hidden from your father, what you would do now that you are going away?

You already have the boy by your side being all giddy and needy for you.

He realises his hands are full. It's gonna be almost impossible to keep an eye on you at all times.

You and Hoseok watch a movie together. None of you say it out loud, but it's like a date in very peculiar surroundings. You had just met him in the waiting area. Found that you two had adjacent seats. And he took it from there, his friendly demeanour soon blended with his attraction for you. You are everything he likes in his women.

Your excitement for a new beginning withers away when you grow tired of the slow-moving time, your body feels cramped, butt numb from sitting for so long. Even after a trip to the restroom, it doesn't go away.

Hoseok drifts off to sleep as you choose to read a book after the movie ends. Your father had insisted on getting you a business class seat but you insisted on getting the economy class experience like other students who were headed to the same destination as you.

It is a government-funded programme. Your parents could easily pay for the expenses but you don't want to take anything anymore from them.

Jungkook had gotten his place again through corrupt practices just like his undergraduate programme. Only going there to protect you. He did get to choose a subject of his liking. Concluded that if he were doing a degree, he'd rather study something he likes and actually learn a little.

He stands and politely wakes Jimin up to go to the bathroom. As he passes by, your gaze falls upon him.

You wish for a second, he'd been the one to sit beside you. The tattoo sleeve and the piercings only amplify how perfect he is.

You watch as he walks away, observing his broad shoulders, his veiny hands, his shiny nose, his starry eyes, and his silky hair. He stands out.

Then your gaze falls back upon the guy who sits beside you. He's perfect in his own way. He made you laugh like you hadn't in years. Talking with him was better than many other dates you have had.

You do happen to like him but he doesn't ignite that burning desire in you which that other guy had just threatened to.

You don't notice but when he comes back to his seat. He glances at you too. Tries to stop his brain from recalling your face again and again.

He noticed too much than he intended to just in that one glance towards you. Your dark orbs, long hair, slender neck and perfectly manicured hands that flipped through the pages of the book you are reading.

The long-haul flight finally comes to a stop as you reach the land where you are going to live for a while and make memories, learn from mistakes and gather life-changing experiences.

As you walk out following behind Hoseok, a little fluffy bunny face charm that was tied to the strap of your backpack, falls off. You walk away ignorant of it.

Jungkook picks it up and reads the letters written on it in handwriting that seems to belong to a child — ROMI.

"Romi" He calls after you pretending to assume that it is your name.

You don't hear him at first but when he calls again, you're standing numb at your spot, confused and startled at who is saying that name. It isn't a common name at all.

It's the name that your little sister gave to her bunny charm.

Jungkook walks up to you and says, "This fell" he hands it to you.

"Oh, how did this..." You are confused wondering how it was there. Then assume your sister must've tied it to your backpack while playing.

"It's not my name. This bunny is called Romi," you tell him. His lips curl up into a small smile.

You notice that the queue ahead of you has already cleared up and quickly run ahead.

A bus takes you to the campus where you are welcomed and shown around a little.

A university representative counts all the students who have arrived and checks the details on your documents with the ones that all of you have provided with your application.

All the students receive their student IDs and a booklet containing necessary details about classes and the campus.

Soon after all the boring things end, you finally go to the apartment that your father had arranged for you.

After a nice shower, being jet-lagged you decide to take a nap. You lay in your bed staring at the ceiling, thinking about how you were finally free. Obviously, you have to study hard but your freedom is exciting.

You don't have to worry about getting too drunk anymore, worry about how far a party is, look at the clock in fear you'll get home late or the worst, rush sex. You've had your share of sex but they've only been hookups so far. You know how much dedication and time, committing to somebody takes. And you just didn't have the liberty before.

Now you're ready to play the field. Find who you want to be with or who you definitely do not want to be with.

When you wake up and grab your phone to dismiss the alarm that was ringing, you find notifications from a text chain titled Oliver's Party.

Your number must've been shared by Hoseok.

The guy had sent details about a party at his apartment in the evening. He had asked for a response from whoever wanted to come.

You quickly type a Me!, thrilled by the idea of a party. Finally, an opportunity to enjoy yourself to the fullest.

You look at the other members of the group, there are some recognizable faces that you saw at the campus, then you find him. Him. The guy who sat behind you on the plane. The guy with a tattoo sleeve and a lip piercing.

You get to know his name, Jeon Jeongguk, it says on the screen.

His profile has a picture of him, a selfie with him pouting and making a peace sign.

You look at the picture for far too long than you know is appropriate. Stare at his lips and his doe eyes.

You shake your head goin back from his profile to the group chat and check the new texts. He hasn't replied so he might not be coming. He did seem a bit of a reserved type of guy to you. You didn't hear him talk too much, just once or twice with Park Jimin, he even denied Hoseok when he offered him chocolate, who is actually the type you think most people would like to talk to.

More than a guy, you also feel the need of a girlfriend when you are unable to decide what dress you should wear to the party. After getting into some and tossing them away, you finally opt for a white slightly oversized t-shirt and black skirt to be paired with boots.

You comb your hair nicely before you pick your purse up to leave. Switching off the lights, you check your phone for updates on the cab you had booked. You lock your door properly before going down the stairs.

There's an apartment across the hall from yours. You wonder who lives there. Most units in the building are occupied by students from nearby universities or young people who are singles.

When you reach your location, you find a group of girls moving inside together. They seem to be best friends, must've been together before they came here.

You don't wanna become part of a group because then you'll always be treated like an outsider somebody who doesn't know the fun times from the past or the inside jokes.

You want a loner who won't have many others to talk to. Somebody who if you lend an ear to them would lend one back to you.

You went through a friendship breakup at seventeen. She was your best friend since middle school. You only realised how one-sided it was once you grew older.

You heard her ran about her problems even at 2 am with full attention but if you told her about yours, she would make some excuse and change the topic or cut the call or pretend that she was busy.

You look around as you enter the house. You find those recognizable faces present, chattering away in different corners. Then your eyes fall on Hoseok.

He stands with a drink in his hands and a grin on his face. The people around him laugh. You recognise the blonde guy that was sitting beside Jeongguk.

You walk straight to him. Nervous about talking to strangers.

"Hoseok," You tap his shoulder and he turns towards you with a smile.

"Oh hey" He gleams when he finds you.

"I was waiting for you. Saw your text saying you wanted to come," You nod.

"Everybody came except Jungkook," Jimin says.

"Isn't it Jeongguk?" You ask. Thinking he must've gotten it wrong.

"Yeah, but he said he goes by Jungkook amongst friends," Jimin tells you.

"Oh," you tilt your neck slightly. He offers you a drink which you accept.

Taking a sip, you make small talk with them.

Your eyes wander, scanning the room for a girl you might want to befriend. After a few minutes pass by, you find someone.

You walk upto her as she stands near the counter where drinks were kept. You pour beer for yourself. One could take as much or as less as they want.

She turns towards you when you stand by her side. Hesitates before she asks, "Are these all alcoholic? I don't drink," she says.

"Oh no, they do have fruit beer. It's non alcoholic," you tell her.

"By the way, I'm Teja. Political science. And you?" She asks. You smile at her as she introduces herself. You can understand the hesitancy and nervousness in her tone because you feel the same emotions too.

You tell her about yourself and talk about some other stuff. Both of you share about your previous educational qualifications and other interests.

Soon you get her into the informal stuff. Ask her what she thinks about Hoseok. Her thoughts match yours. He's a decent guy, seems respectful and loveable.

You excuse yourself and go near him. He excuses himself too. The two of you stand in a corner to talk.

He tells you about how he met Jimin. They'd been in the same university, different majors but met through mutual connections and ended up applying and getting selected in the same uni for master's.

You think how lucky he is to have a friend accompanying him. It can be scary alone. It is for you somewhat, but you mentally prepared for months.

"I wanted you to come to the party so bad," He says.

"I knew you shared my number," you say and he agrees, nodding.

Hoseok keeps leaning closer and closer as you two talk. For a second, you fall silent, he looks in your eyes before he takes the final lean in and closes the gap.

His lips are on yours, you gently bite on his lower lip when you feel his tongue trying to push inside your mouth. You let him.

With his tongue in your mouth, you are pulling him in, grabbing his hair. His hand rests on your waist. He pulls back slowly. Looks at you. He's breathless.

"Wanna get out of here?" He asks getting all sorts of ideas he wants to execute.

You bite your lower lip before you nod.

"Before Jimin sees... let's go." He swiftly takes you outside. Asks, "mine or yours?"

"Mine," you answer. You trust him a little but not so much to be able to go sleep with him at his place. It's just the way you were brought up, you're always trying to protect yourself even when you are trying to have fun.

The cab ride to yours is silent, he passes a playful smile at you a couple times but mostly you two look out the windows, trying to learn and adapt yourself to the names of thed streets and such.

He rests his hands on your waist when you unlock your door. Turns you towards himself, once you two are inside and the door is locked.

"You are sure about this right? I mean you are a bit drunk so," He scratches behind his ears as he speaks.

"Hoseok, you have my full consent. I wanted to do it since before I got drunk." You reveal the secret to him. He smirks before kissing you.

Hoseok isn't the type to just sleep with anyone without knowing anything at all about them. It helps him that he does know something about you. Knows that the university does background checks and everything.

He isn't wanting to have sex with you just for the sake of sex, but because he likes you. Likes you far more than he should. Someone he's met less than twenty four hours ago.

There's just something about you that strikes right. You're just his type.

After a good amount of time spent kissing and stroking, you get down to business.

You're too aroused already. Thinking about how you don't have to rush anything. If you decide you can lay with him in bed later.

More so thinking about if he's gonna be the first guy to give you an orgasm. You always have to leave before it happens.

This time you don't have to.

It's not that you are a complete stranger to an orgasm, you have given yourself uncountable.

You look down at his cock wrapped with the condom. He's long, not as thick but long. You know he's better than the guys you've been with before when he asks you for consent again.

He's so sweet, you press a kiss on the tip of his nose. You pull your skirt up as you align yourself with him. He's sat on the chair by your study desk. You can't believe you're doing this here before you got the chance to sit on it and learn something.

Truth remains, you are here more for other things than studying. You know you'll do that too, because you are you. You are always on top of your work. Ace your exams. Complete assignments always at time. And once you start studying a topic, you don't stop until your brain can barely take in more information about it.

Hoseok moans as you slowly start to grind. It's been a while since he's had sex. Still he manages well to not just trip over the edge too soon. You feel good, too good. Your pussy, tight and warm.

There's a small square-shaped glass pane on the wall behind your desk. It gives a narrow view of the hall outside your room. It's one-way glass, meaning nothing can be seen from the outside but you can see a red colored view of the outside world.

The door across the hall opens and a guy steps out. You immediately recognise the tattoos that adorn his arm. He stands with his back to the wall and lights up a cigarette.

His all black outfit suits him better than the denim combo he was wearing earlier. He looks sexy when he pushes his hair back. Even sexier when he blows smoke out. You notice the flex of his jaw as he sucks in. His eyes have a hint of danger to them which has you clenching your jaw.

Well, something else clenches too, has Hoseok groaning, biting on your shoulder. Your pace increases as you finally feel yourself getting closer to a climax. And what's making it happen... you'd rather not acknowledge it.

You can barely believe he lives across the hall. Wish he is just visiting a friend. If he actually does, then you reckon, it's gonna be hell living in this apartment for you.

He stands there not just to smoke a cigarette. He knows that you've got a guy inside with you. He knows the guy's gonna leave. He's counting minutes before he'll have to make up something to check if you're still alive.

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