Tumgik
#NEW
Text
JJK boys reaction when their daughter brings their boyfriend to their house
Warning:Over protective father's, some words
Feat: Itadori, Fushiguro, Gojo, Geto, Toji, Nanami
Tumblr media
Itadori
—He will greet his daughter's boyfriend happily. "Have a sit" he said. His daughter told him about everything. How did they meet, and how did she fall in love with her boyfriend? Itadori was listening happily to her story, but not until she left and grabbed something from the kitchen. "You," he said as he looked at the boyfriend with a fierce look and started to turn into a bit of a Sukuna. "Don't you dare! Hurt her!" He said as he was pointing his index finger to the boyfriend. "I've killed lots of curses before, don't make me do it again." His scary face vanished when his daughter arrived with a coffee for him and for her boyfriend.
Fushiguro
—"ah, dad? "He will give that guy the meanest look ever. He will pull his daughter's arm closer to him. "Why don't you come in?" he said with his dead serious look. The boyfriend comes inside and sits on the couch, as did Fushiguro. "Sweetie, go grab some food in the kitchen." His daughter walks away and goes over to the kitchen. "Do you really love my daughter? "He said as he crossed his arms. The boyfriend slowly nodded his head. He was sweating a lot. Fushiguro grabbed his collar and looked at him dead in the eye. "If my daughter cries because of you! You'll be waking up in hell." When his daughter came back, she saw her boyfriend trembling.
Gojo
—"This is it?" He said as he was laughing so hard. His daughter rolled her eyes. "Dad" Gojo was still laughing, but when her daughter left, his face became serious. "I don't know what you feed my daughter to like you, but if my daughter wastes a single drop of tears because of you!" He then took off his glasses and showed his beautiful eyes. "These eyes will be the last thing you will see," he said with a creepy smile spread on his face. "Yes sir!!" 
Geto
—"Come on in," he said. The two of them sat down on the couch, facing each other. "Hey honey, why don't you go and make some of daddies favorite tea?" his daughter stood up, smiling before leaving. "Isn't she pretty like her mother?" the boyfriend nodded his head. "Believe me, I will kill someone that makes my princess cry." he then slowly looked back at the boyfriend. "Would you do the same? "He said as he was looking at him (like he was going to kill him for sure). "Yes, sir," he said. His daughter came back with 3 cups of tea. Her boyfriend might need it.
Toji
—"And you are? "His daughter told him about everything. "Oh, your that scumbag," his daughter looked at him with an annoyed face. Toji looked at the boyfriend of her daughter before smiling. "I'm just kidding," he said, then pulled his daughter inside the house. "My daughter is kind and beautiful," he said with a smile on his face. "And I don't need a guy like you," he said with a serious face. "Not a single chance," he then slammed the door on her daughter's boyfriend. 
Nanami
—"What kind of work do you have? "He will start asking some questions like a truly strict parent. "I am a part-timer at a convenience store." He will look at his daughter's boyfriend. "Do you still make some time for her? "The boyfriend nodded his head. "Dad, I guess that's enough? "His daughter said, "No! I need a man who can take care of my one and only daughter, a man! Who can make her happy?" his daughter hugged him tight. "I know dad," Nanami said, then raised his middle finger towards his daughters boyfriend.
217 notes · View notes
dreamgirlzonly · 2 days
Text
Tumblr media
Valeria Vidal
87 notes · View notes
Text
Tumblr media
kc, fbc & cl. september 1992. kurt wrote 'family values' on courtney's belly in sharpie.
61 notes · View notes
attico36 · 2 days
Text
Tumblr media
Message in a bottle.
41 notes · View notes
yours-stevie · 2 days
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
This guy 😍
35 notes · View notes
bunbunhun · 21 hours
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Puppy
30 notes · View notes
xkattybearx · 2 days
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Hai ^^
25 notes · View notes
Pardon ya sabrederken vazgeçmişim
20 notes · View notes
Text
Tumblr media
I’m back.. kinda ❤️
20 notes · View notes
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
17 notes · View notes
aliypop · 2 days
Text
Return To Sender
Tumblr media
Word Count: 2,155
Writers Note: Meet Cece's new soon-to-be friend Natalya Dyer who's totally not based off of my great friend @sissylittlefeather the Jerry in my life ....
Warning: Sexual content and Language
Pairing: POC OC x Elvis
Plot: It's 1968 and Natalya Dyer a divorcee and single mother is tasked to interview Elvis and Cecelia Presley at their humble mansion Graceland about their spicy relationship only to learn more about them as people.
Taglist
@darkmoviesquotespizza
@sissylittlefeather
@richardslady121
@thegettingbyp2
@presleyenterprise
@dkayfixates
@rjmartin11
@thetaoofzoe
@your-nanas-house
@zayurir
@60svintage
@sillybookmarks
@leapresley
@everythingelvispresley
@dreamondina94
@elvismylove04
@pocketfulofpresley
@elvispresley1956
Memphis August 1968
" I think that's all of it, ma’am." One of the movers said, placing the last box in her home, the biting smell of her cigarette flooding the room as she took a deep breath. Her long dark brown hair was unraveling from its beehive. She sat down. Her son Jericho would be home any minute to tell her about his first day at school. Of course, she knew that if it was one thing a mother needed was mai tai, some music, and a nice relaxing day,
BRRRING!
BRRRRING!
BRRRRRRING! 
"Damnit. Who's calling me now..." She groaned, walking towards her teal rotary phone, "Natalya Dyer speaking,
" Who's this?" Holding her cigarette in the other hand as she waited for the voice to speak, 
"Nat, how's everything in Memphis." It was her boss, Mrs. Moon, of the juicy gossip magazine Moon and Sun. "It's not California." Natalya smiled, her radio playing softly in the background as she took a deep drag of her cigarette. It wasn't that she didn't like her job. She knew she was destined for great things, like being an author or owning a company. But Natalya might have started considering a new job based on her thoughts about being destined for her boss's words to her, 
"Well, that's great hun. Listen, we want the juicy gossip between Hollywood's greatest couple."
"Sharon Tate and Roman Polanski?" 
"No, Elvis and Cecelia Presley." Natalya knew that the magazine was known as a crummy rumor and sex magazine amongst the stars, but she couldn't help but feel a twinge of curiosity. Was there anything to report? "Alright, Mrs. Moon, any leads?"
"Nope, I'm just your messenger today. You've got to do the rest of the work." Although she had been considering a new job, the twinge of curiosity seemed to have won her over, and it looked like she'd be doing the rest of the work to get the scoop on the couple. 
"Mama!! Mama!!!" 
"Well, Tata dear." Mrs. Moon hung up, and as she did, Natalya put all her attention on her blonde-haired blue-eyed son. "Hey, Jer-Bear, how was school!" Natalya asked as he hugged his mother,
 "It was good. I made lots of friends, and I think two of them are related to the Presleys." 
"That's good," Natalya smiled as she then zoned back into what he just said, 
"Why's that honey?"
"Well... One's got blue eyes and dark hair." 
"Every white boy who's got dark hair and blue eyes isn't a-"
"And his last name is Presley, and his sister asked if we could come over tonight for dinner!" Would it be this simple for her to get this job done? She wondered to herself, 
"Did they give you a number?" She asked. Natalya had hoped these kids weren't playing a cruel joke on her son, but then again one could never know for sure. 
"They did!" Jericho smiled, handing her a piece of a cupcake wrapper with writing on it. Although, it was weird, as a journalist. She's handled much worse. Natalya dialed the number as she waited. This couldn't be real, she was calling the house of the world's favorite stars, it had to be a- 
"Hello, Elvis Presley speaking?"
"Prank..." She mumbled. "I-I mean, uh, Hi!, I'm Natalya Dyer, and my son, I believe, befriended your children?" She said, trying to remain calm. She was talking to Elvis! A man whose movies she's watched religiously! A man, who she's had posters of!
"Mhmm, One moment." Elvis looked at his son Jesse as he looked up at his dad, "Did you invite a friend over?" He asked as Jesse nodded,
 "Was I not supposed to..."
"Buddy, you gotta ask me and your mama first." He ruffled up his dark hair, 
"Oh..." 
"Can he still come over?" Elaine began to bat her eyes as Elvis smiled, bending to his daughter's will, "Oh alright," He winked, "Uh, Mrs. Dyer, ya still there?" 
"Mhmm..." She nodded trying not to scream,
"Could you come by say 4:30? My wife should be home then," Sometimes it did indeed pay to have a kid, Natalya thought, "Of course, we'll leave now." Natalya hung up as Jericho came back down, 
"Can we go!"
"Mhmm!" Bringing her notepad and a pen, she got her keys and her son and took off. Driving down from her house on Audubon to Graceland was beautiful. There were trees and long stretches of land, a beautiful rustic feel that was different from California and different from her messy life. As she was driving down towards the house, she saw a 68 pink Mustang cruise beside her, as she looked over to see who it was. Her eyes caught a glimpse of who she thought was. "Cecelia Presley?" She mumbled but then shrugged. Maybe it wasn't her, and she was getting herself a little too excited. 
"Mama, look!" Jericho pointed towards the gates as he grinned, 
"Holy shit..." Natalya gasped driving toward the driveway, "Excuse me Ms. may I help you." There was a man at the gate with brown shaggy hair and a warm smile,
 "Natalya Dyer," She smiled as Jericho waved at the man, "Come in, E and C are expecting you." Driving up the driveway. She saw a woman with jeans on and her shirt tied standing next to her pink Mustang,
 "El!" Cecelia smiled, "Oh! Hi!" She turned to face,
"Uh... Natalya Dyer." She stuck her hand out as Cecelia stole a glance at her. She was beautiful and built like Sophia Loren, 
"Nice to meet you, and who's this little cutie!"
"JERICHO!!!" Jesse ran out of the house, Jericho hugged his friend as Natalya laughed,
 "My son,"
"Well come on in, can I get you anything to drink?" Cecelia asked as Natalya nodded,
 "Got anything to make a Mai Tai?"
"Rough day?"
"Just moved in today..." Natalya shook her head, She watched as Cecelia made her drink and smiled, 
"Where from?"
"California, though I'm from Tulsa Oklahoma." She mentioned as Cecelia snickered, Natalya didn't find it funny until she remembered whose house she was in. 
"Is there a Mr. Dyer?"
"No...No... I'm going through a messy divorce. It's just my son and I living in Audubon." Natalya shrugged, 
"Say, uh, I don't wanna make things weird, but," 
"You wanna interview Elvis and me?"
"How'd you know?"
"The pen and pad in your pocket." 
"Touche..." She laughed as Cecelia smirked,
 "Mama, can I have a fancy drink too!" Natalya heard a small voice say as she looked down and saw a little girl who looked like Cecelia. "Of course, sweetheart." She made her a mocktail and sent her on her way,
 "That's our daughter Elaine."
"She's beautiful,"
"She's a minute younger than her brother,"
"Cece is that you?"
"In the kitchen!" She shouted back, 
"Is that..."
"Mhmm, in the TV room, " The two walked down as Cecelia led her down the stairs, Elvis had been watching Football, the news, and a game show. He hadn't been wearing anything too spectacular except for his wedding band, but for once he looked like a normal guy,
 "Whatcha watching..." Cecelia asked, her arms around his shoulder as he kissed her hand, "My damn teams losin again." He huffed as she shook her head, 
"What about you how was your day?"
"Stressful, but enough about that..." He kissed her nose as she blushed, "We have a guest, Ms. Dyer,"
"We spoke on the phone," He got up and introduced himself to her, "Lovely home!" She squeaked, 
"She just moved to Audubon Drive today?"
"I used to live there, it's a nice suburb if you don't hang your laundry on a clothesline," He grumbled, 
"Explain's the price for it." she mumbled, "Well don't be a stranger Nat come sit, turn the TV onto whatever you watch!" Elvis smiled and she felt warm inside, like he was a familiar friend, 
"May I interview you two for Moon and Sun Magazine?" Natalya asked as Elvis shrugged,
 "Don't see why not," He responded as Cecelia sat next to him.
"Alright, I warn you... These questions are a bit uh... raunchy cause Moon and Sun, like that kind of thing," 
"Shoot." Elvis winked,
"Alright, uh... What's your favorite time of day t-to," Natalya couldn't believe she was going to ask her two favorite artists this question, but here she was, 
"To what?" Elvis asked, his eyebrow quirking up, he couldn't lie and say he didn't read Moon and Sun magazine, it was one of the many things that kept the spice in his life going. 
"To have sex...", She got quiet as Elvis and Cecelia paused, the couple thinking for a while as Natalya gulped, 
"I-I don't know, Cil and I are like rabbits sometimes ya know." Elvis laughed as Cecelia blushed, "I'd say early mornin, it's something about hearing the birds chirp that makes it romantic." She grinned as Natalya wrote their answers down, 
"I agree." Elvis winked,
 "And why's that?"
"Well, it's when it's just us and the early morning glow on her skin. It makes her look like a goddess." Elvis mentioned as he shrugged, Natalya nodded, she could remember when her husband was romantic like that, "Get as dirty as you want hun," Cecelia poured a glass of Fanta Orange, 
"You sure?"
"You want people to buy this don't'cha," Elvis smirked as Natalya nodded,
"So what was it like the first time you two fucked," Natalya asked as Elvis lit up a cigarillo, "Mind lighting my cig?" She asked as Elvis leaned to light it. 
 "It was bad," Cecelia giggled,
"You said it was good." He playfully glared at her as Natalya watched them, "Well, it was good then, I mean we were 20 and it was on a tour bus, which is hot, but."
"Not romantic," Natalya added as they both nodded, "We were so awkward, Couldn't look him in the eye." Cecelia laughed, 
"I see, I see, so speaking of that how big is it..." Natalya asked as Cecelia smirked, "Now we're talkin," Elvis went red as he coughed, "I'll be outside by the door..." He smiled,
"So... Is the king packing a scepter..." 
"Mhmm... Think a Cola bottle and a quarter," Cecelia smirked, Natayla gasped, 
"And you take all of it..." 
"Mhmm."
"So... did you like suck it the first time or,"
"Second time, and..."
"It was the best damn head I ever had." He walked back in,
 "Glad to see you're back. Cause, I got a question for you." 
"Alright."
"Did you go muff diving?" She smirked, "I mean it is all the rage now," 
"Course I did," He smirked, "Always do, she got me used to it, "
"I did?" Cecelia blushed, as he winked, Natayla liked the conversation she was stirring, but she wanted to know more, something that wasn't so sexual,
 "Say, tell me about that Christmas Special coming up?" 
"Well, I should let Cece tell you that, I'm just the singer, for singer, but Cece directed it." He gave her praise as he kissed her, "Correction second unit director, Binder directed it, and if I must add, without my help, it would have been shit..." 
"Tell me more," Natalya realized she was interviewing the wrong person really, "I mean as a woman, and of color that had to be tough," She sighed, 
"Well Binders team and my team had a vision, and that vision was Elvis, nothing less nothing more." Cecelia looked at her husband as he kissed her cheek, "Not to mention while taking care of the kids." Elvis chuckled, "But this woman here, is amazin, she won't talk about herself, but I will, My wife put that damn show so ahead on its train tracks all I had to worry about was what location and what outfit, she's a genius she's an icon and she's my hero." He looked into her eyes as Natalya's heart yearned for what they had, "I did nothing except organize and yell action," Cecelia joked, " I mean am I force not to fuck with yeah, but I'm a wife and a mother and-"
"And an amazin artist and songwriter and writer, and guitar player," He turned to Natalya, 
"Man, I wish I had my magazine... I'd cover stories like this you know." 
"Then come up with a business proposal and we'll make it happen." 
"I..." 
"She means it," Elvis winked, 
"You'd do that for me?" Natayla asked, "I mean you two barely know me and-"
"Nat, you're good people, I've never seen our sun that excited unless his grandpa's grillin'"Elvis chuckled, 
"Hey C where's the band-aid's" 
"I'll show you." Natalya looked up and she saw him, the guy from the gate, her brown eyes meeting soft gentle blue ones, 
"Actually, Elvis you wanna come with me..." 
"Hmm?" Cecelia nudged him, he then looked between the two, "Oh... Oh! " He took his wife by the hands as they left, 
"Jerry Schilling..."
"Natalya Dyer." 
Do you think I should make a part 2? LET ME KNOW?
17 notes · View notes
cantescapethefantasy · 11 months
Text
Tumblr media
CRYING SOBBING SCREAMING
13K notes · View notes
dreamgirlzonly · 14 hours
Text
Tumblr media
Sophie Rain
82 notes · View notes
k-eke · 2 years
Photo
Tumblr media
This
40K notes · View notes
venommirror · 1 month
Text
Tumblr media
2K notes · View notes
bratkook · 1 year
Text
two point five. (m) jjk.
Tumblr media
part two. part three.
pairing. handyman!jungkook x reader genre. smut word count. 21.3k warnings. jungkook is very charming and very sweet, oral sex, face riding, slight size kink, unprotected sex, lotsa messy kisses, multiple orgasms summary. who would have thought booking a handyman from an app would lead to this. sure, you wish he’d mount you instead of just your television, but you could totally be friends. right? note. this story was born from an ask game (a long time ago im so sorry) so thank you to the angel that gave me the fic title and all you cuties for helping me flesh out our handyman through asks hehe i hope you like the introduction to him™ because i’m sure there will be more of him soon hehe. also thank you to my angel bby loml @kithtaehyung​ for making the most beautiful banner ever ily!!<3
Tumblr media
The sound of your power drill fills up the space of your apartment, the whirring coming to a quick stop only for the laughter of your friend to follow. There’s a brief moment where you forget she’s not in the room with you, actually watching you attempt to drill holes into your new apartment instead of in her home in a completely different state. The small ache in your chest is still felt when you remember this, not yet accustomed to being so far from home, but you push it away as you stare down at your device and see her face on the screen propped up a few inches away from you. 
“I don’t think you know what you’re doing,” she laughs, and although you agree you simply wave her off with a smile. 
“I hung up that tiny mirror the other day—oh, and that shelf!” You point to the side, staring at the shelf you had placed near the kitchen. Sure it was a little crooked, and you’re not exactly sure how much weight you could get away with placing on it, but it was only meant for cute decorations so really, you didn’t do a bad job. 
“Yeah, but this is a television Y/N. A big one too. I mean, why couldn’t you just buy a media console for it?”
“Because I like the look of a mounted TV, it looks clean.” You’re standing now, eyeing the spots you marked on the wall using this app on your phone that helped you level it out. It seems like a decent spot, just high enough for you to put furniture under it, centered nicely on the wall. As you secure the nail on the tip of the drill you wonder just how hard this could be. “Trust me, I have a vision here.”
Seulgi just hums along as she inches closer to her screen, watching the way you line up the drill onto your markings and push the button to bring it to life. The sound is a little jarring through the speaker but she clearly hears the sudden thump that comes a few seconds later, and judging by the way you immediately stop the drill, she knows something went wrong. 
“What happened?” she sings out, a stupid smile on her face that you see when you scoop up your device to bring her closer to the wall. 
“The nail’s not supposed to sink into the wall right?” you mumble out, your finger coming up to prod at the massive hole in your wall, brushing off the powdered bits of drywall before you gently clasp the nail and pull it cleanly out. 
Yeah, that definitely isn’t right. 
“Oh yeah, that looks so clean, so much better than a media console.”
“Fuck you.”
She laughs instantly, forehead coming down to rest on her phone before she's popping back up. “My knowledge of this is minimal but I’m pretty sure you need anchors. Honestly, just call someone to do it for you.”
“What the fuck are anchors?” you groan, glaring at the hole in the wall.
“Oh my god,” she gasps, “you should totally get on tinder. Just swipe right on any man who looks like he could do the job. Find the men who are holding fish in their photos and you’ll get it done for free.”
“Okay, you’re done. I’m gonna figure this out. I’ll call you back when I’m done and watching trash reality tv on my mounted television.”
Needless to say, you don’t figure it out. Three more holes line your wall, a cute little pile of dust is slowly growing on your floor, a few tabs are open on your phone that mention you need to find a stud, and your television still remains resting on your couch. You absolutely refuse to go on tinder for the sake of this, despite how badly Seulgi wants you to, but you decide searching for help might not be so bad. 
With a dejected sigh, you’re closing all the tabs before opening a new one, quickly typing in ‘handyman available near me’ and hoping for the best. The page is filled with links, businesses promoting themselves, yelp pages stacked with choices, and as you scroll further you see an app dedicated solely for this purpose. It seems like the best bet, so you download the app tastefully named Handy with a small snort. 
It's moments like this where you truly love and appreciate technology, smiling at how easy it is to refine your search to filter out exactly what you need to narrow down your options. The list of people available shrinks as you decide you’d like it done today, only having a few choices. The first doesn’t even have a picture, or any reviews so it’s an automatic no from you. The second is an older man, and you’re honestly not so sure he’d even be able to lift your television up so you scroll past him too. Only two more people left, their ratings being completely different. 
A five star rating sits nice and pretty on option three, a picture of a man in his mid thirties, stating his areas of expertise along with his prices and photos of his previous work. 
Option four however has a rating of two point five stars, and you need to do a double take as you see his picture because you can’t imagine him being older than 18. His black hair is brushed across his forehead, the cut slightly unflattering but it’s a little endearing when it's paired with the smile on his face. It almost looks like this was a school photo he just uploaded onto the site, not bothering to take any other picture of himself, or of the work he had done. 
Curiosity gets the best of you, clicking the review that made his rating be as low as it is. Your brows furrow on your forehead as you start to read it, confusion filling your head as it starts off with pure praise. The woman calls him charming, says he was super respectful and clean on the job, was flexible with her schedule and managed to complete the job quickly, the only downside being that he accidentally switched the labeled knobs of the hot and cold faucets of her sink and she just found that completely unacceptable. It’s a dramatic review that definitely didn’t call for two and a half stars, especially with the way she started it, and as you scroll back up, sorting through his areas of expertise, you see his prices are significantly cheaper than the previous man. 
“Okay, I’ll just message both of them,” you mumble out to yourself, chewing on your bottom lip as you quickly type out a message to both of them on the app, deciding that whichever of them responded first with availability today would be the one you chose. With both messages sent, you simply lock your phone and go back to setting up your apartment. 
The pile of brown boxes lined against the back wall is the first thing you tackle, feeling grateful that you had decided to properly label each box so you knew what went where. It's easy for you to fall into the motion of unpacking this way, quickly putting away all of your dishes and silverware in their new spots, setting down some decorative bowls onto your dining table before you complete this box and move on to the next. 
Just as you open up the next box your phone vibrates in your pocket. You’re expecting it to be Seulgi calling to see how the television mission was going, instead a call from a random number fills your screen. With a clear of your throat you swipe to answer, giving a small greeting as you wait for them to speak. 
“Hey, I’m just reaching out over the message you sent regarding needing some help with mounting your television.” Their voice sounds a little deep through your speaker and your mind isn’t able to place it on the 18 year old looking boy so you mentally decide it must be the first guy you found. 
“Oh, yes! I sort of made a few holes in my wall trying to do it myself so,” you trail off, pitifully looking at the exact holes you were talking about. 
The man chuckles on the line, reassuring you that it was fine, going on to ask you more questions, double checking that you had in fact bought the proper mount to hold up a television that size before you were settling on a time and you were giving him your address, hanging up with the promise of your television being hung up within the next two hours. 
A knock comes from your door an hour and a half later, pulling you away from the current box you were working on as you set down the picture frames you just unwrapped before making your way to your door.
The first thing you see when you swing open your door is someone’s chest, having to take a step back as you look up a bit and meet the soft eyes of a stranger, a small smile on his pierced lip when he looks down at you. 
This is not who you were expecting at all. 
For a brief moment you wonder if this is even the handyman you had hired. Maybe this was just a resident in your complex, an overly friendly neighbor who wanted to welcome you to the building, because the man standing in front of you looks like neither of the options you saw online. He seems about your age, long dark hair swooped back, showcasing his eyebrows which are raised in amusement as he sees the way you’re clearly taking him in, another gleam of a piercing adorning one of them. A thin gold chain hangs around his neck, resting on his chest right on top of the white shirt he has on, a loose brown jacket draped over his shoulders. It’s not until you travel further down that you see the tool bag he’s holding in his hands, quickly coming back to your senses as you look back up at him with embarrassment written on your face. 
“I’m here to mount your television. I’m Jungkook,” he slowly speaks, bringing his free hand up to rub at the back of his head, doubt starting to take over him as he worries if he showed up to the wrong apartment. “You are Y/N right?”
“Yes— yeah that’s me. Sorry,” you laugh, holding the door open as you invite him in. “You don’t exactly look like the photo you have on that app.”
He laughs softly as he steps into your place, dark eyes roaming the room, spotting the array of boxes everywhere. It was a little hard to tell if you were packing up or unpacking, but considering you had hired him to mount something he was going to safely assume you were moving in. “Yeah I haven’t updated that photo since I turned 19. I should probably change it so people don’t think they’re being catfished by their handyman huh?” His lips turn up at the edges, giving you a charming smile as he teasingly points out your earlier gawking. 
Your hands feel clammy already, bringing them down to wipe on your jeans when he looks away once more. There’s a small tingling of nerves coursing through you right now, feeling like an awkward teen who didn’t know how to talk to boys because you definitely weren’t expecting to talk to a guy who looked like him today. You were mentally prepared to have to make small talk with a middle aged man or even an awkward 18 year old while they did their job. But instead you’re trying not to fumble over your words as one of the most attractive men you’ve seen walks through your apartment. The only thing you were grateful for was the fact that you had actually bothered to get yourself ready today, looking presentable enough to not feel like a hot mess. 
“Is this the TV?” he asks, pointing at the flatscreen face down on your couch. He sets the tool bag down on the floor, inching closer as he inspects the back panel. 
“Yeah, I’m thinking of putting it up there. Just ignore all the holes I made. I clearly don’t know what I’m doing.” He looks at the wall you’re pointing at, approaching it to inspect the damage you caused. His fingers prod at the holes you left, laughing under his breath when he sees how sporadic they are. He can trace your train of thought as you did this damage, seeing the differing widths where you had clearly lost control of the drill. It’s a little amusing to him. 
You can only observe as he steps back a bit before he’s bringing his knuckles onto the wall and tapping against it, going down a few inches until he’s nodding to himself. 
“I’ll patch the holes up for you, it's no big deal. I am gonna have to move your spot over a bit though if that’s okay. That television seems pretty heavy so I’m gonna need to mount it on the studs to prevent it from falling down.”
“Oh, uh yeah that’s fine. Did you need me to help you with anything?” You’re not exactly sure what to do, always used to your father helping you out and whenever he did he typically put you in charge of handing him tools or aiming the flashlight at something. 
“No.” He smiles, already reaching for his tool bag to grab what he needs. “It shouldn’t take me too long. You can just act like I’m not even here.”
Well, that would be impossible for you to do. Especially when he starts to take off his jacket, slowly revealing the dark ink on both of his arms, hidden under the folded sleeves of his white shirt and creeping onto his hands. They’re bold against his skin, only small slivers in between each piece, primarily black work with a few splashes of color that can be seen on his shoulders through the thin material of his shirt. 
“Or you can stand and watch too.” Jungkook chuckles as he looks back at you, seeing the way you’re standing there still looking at his arms, subtly flexing his muscles before shrugging as he faces the wall and makes a few markings. “I don’t mind.”
You freeze for a moment, mind scrambling as you think of what to say considering this is the second time you’ve been caught ogling at him. He clearly finds it entertaining, the smile on his face growing as he glances back again and sees the way you twist around on your heels and try to find something to do, settling on continuing to unpack some more boxes. He takes the time to ogle at you too now that your back is turned, taking a very very brief second to admire how good your ass looks in those jeans before he's getting to work. 
“Sorry, I’m just a little distracted today. I’ll let you do your thing,” you mumble, cursing as you occupy yourself once more. You’re expecting him to just ignore you now, continue his job as you start pulling out more of your kitchen necessities, already hearing soft scraping on your wall as he works to patch over the holes you made. 
“So I’m guessing you just moved in?” he wonders, his voice steady in the air as he focuses on his work, not looking back at you and you’re thankful for it because it’s easier for you to speak to him when he isn’t making direct eye contact. 
“Yeah,” you sigh, hauling the box over to your kitchen area and beginning to organize your spices. “I moved in a few days ago, still trying to get settled so I haven’t been able to see much of the city. It’s warmer here than what I’m used to, so it’s nice.”
“Oh, so you’re new here entirely! Well, welcome. Maybe I’m a little biased but it’s pretty great here, especially when you’re living central to the city. Plenty of good food spots nearby, decent bars along the main strip and a few good clubs if that’s your scene. It does get hot as hell here though, so you better guard that AC unit you have with your life.” He walks back to the couch now, attaching the back of the mount onto your television properly as he looks up at you before flicking his thumb to the AC unit perched under your window. “If it ever breaks though, call me. Can’t have you roasting in here.”
You’re shutting your cabinet when you turn to face him fully, and maybe it’s your wishful thinking talking but you swear you see some kind of hope etched onto his features. You can practically hear your bestfriend now screaming in your ear to make a move, a small move even, something to show him you’re just the tiniest bit interested in him. It's way out of your element to shoot your shot, but you tell yourself that you’re in a new city so maybe it’s time for a new mentality. 
“I definitely will. Is the number you called from earlier yours?” 
He shakes his head, only averting his eyes as he finishes the final screw on the back panel. “No, that was an in-app number from Handy,” he snorts as he says the app name, eyes looking back at you when he hears you laughing too. “I can give you my number though. It’s way easier than contacting me through that app anyways.”
His gaze drifts back to you, a small tilt to his head as he patiently waits for you to confirm that you actually want his number, his charming smile coming back when you realize what he’s waiting for and quickly pull your phone out. He recites his number slowly for you, something you’re thankful for as your hands tremble slightly as you input it, filling out his contact before locking your phone entirely. 
“There, now you can call me or send me a text if anything breaks down, if you just want someone to show you around the city, or if you need some help leveling that crooked ass shelf over there.” You’re too busy nodding along with a dumb smile to realize what he threw in the end, the gears turning in your head as you stare at the shelf he’s talking about—the same exact one you were oh so proud of hanging yourself. 
“Hey, I did that myself—“
“Yeah, I can tell,” he laughs heartily, nose scrunching up as he does. “Looks great though, maybe you should leave it. It gives your place character.”
You can only roll your eyes, playfully swatting your hand at him as you turn to continue sorting through the box. “Let’s see how well you mount that TV and maybe I’ll hire you again.”
Jungkook picks up his own drill, finger pressing down onto the trigger twice as he gives a quick salute, lip piercing glimmering as he smiles at you. “I won’t let you down.”
True to his word, he finishes pretty quickly, hanging up your television perfectly, telling you that it was securely bolted onto the wall and could hold way more weight than the television—something he tries to prove as he attempts to hang off of it and you’re having to urge him not to. 
“I’ll take your word for it Jungkook,” you laugh, watching as he packs his things up into his tool bag once more. “Okay, how much do I owe you?”
Jungkook purses his lips for a moment, eyes flickering from the television back to you as he smiles once more. “Nothing, consider it a housewarming gift.” Even as you try to fight him on it, he’s shaking his head, already making his way to your front door to leave. “Really though, call me to fix that shelf.”
He cackles when you narrow your eyes at him, opening the door for him as you crack a smile. “If my television doesn’t fall off the wall I’ll shoot you a text.”
He walks backwards, an endeared smile on his lips as he nods slowly, eyes staring directly into yours while he rakes his hair back. “I’ll be waiting. Have a good night!” With a final wave he’s spinning around and making his way down your hallway, the thumping of his boots fading away as you shut the door behind him. 
Maybe there are a few other things in your new place that need fixing. 
Tumblr media
“Okay so why haven’t you text him yet?” Seulgi questions over the phone, fumbling over facetime while she does her makeup before work. 
“Because what if he was just being friendly?”
“Then you make a new friend in a new city. Doesn’t seem like the worst option.”
You groan as you apply your own makeup, staring at your reflection in your mirror with a pout on your lips. “I don’t wanna just be his friend. He’s hot.”
“If he’s the one who offered to show you around the city then I think he’s somewhat interested. You said he didn’t charge you so I don’t think he was doing it as customer service. Just text him! Worse case scenario, he really was just being friendly, but at least you gave it a shot.”
Yeah, that didn’t seem too bad. A quick text was easy, allowing you to keep your dignity if he rejected you. Really, what do you have to lose?
Turns out the worst case scenario is worse than you imagined, staring at the growing bubbles on your text thread that only consisted of you texting him. It truly did start as a quick thank you for him helping you, something that you stared at for a few days with a weird feeling brewing in your stomach. That’s when your dignity started to chip away, double texting with a random question about something in your apartment. That was followed by a brief moment of desperation when you pretended something else at your apartment needed fixing. And finally, two weeks later was the breaking point when you sent an annoyed text saying the least he could do was text back—something you instantly regretted the moment you sent it. 
But it’s not like it mattered, he didn’t respond to that either anyways. 
So now all you can do is glare at the stupid thread of messages. They were taunting you, the grey text stating they were delivered mocking you in the bottom corner. All you hoped for now was for your AC unit to never actually break down. 
It’s a little annoying how hard it was for you to push it aside, your brain stuck on a boy you met so briefly, someone you literally didn’t even know existed until a few weeks ago. But still, you try your hardest to forget the encounter, busying yourself with work and attempting to make new friendships here. Luckily once you’re fully settled into your place, it works, no longer having to stare at the television he mounted thanks to your work hours consuming you once more. 
Soon enough you’re not even thinking of the tatted up handyman, the message thread slowly becoming buried in your inbox. A month goes by before you’re thinking about him again, and not because you’re watching TV or something in your place broke, but because while you’re dancing in some nearby club with your coworkers, through the flashing strobes of lights you swear you see someone walk by who looks just like him. You blame the trick of the light or the alcohol settling into your bloodstream, turning back to speak to your coworker as she starts to dance behind you while you both walk to the bar. 
“I’m buying this round!” Sana shouts into your ear, giggling when you nod in confirmation, allowing her to slip around you so she’s standing directly in front of the bar. 
You have what's left of the remaining drink in your hand, black straw bit between your teeth as you take a good look at the club you were at. It’s one of the many clubs scrawled down the main strip near your place, the atmosphere thrumming from a Saturday night, people coming and going so frequently there was just enough space for everyone to dance around. The rest of your coworkers are huddled at the far right, still nursing their own drinks as they goof around. This was their way of welcoming you to their hometown, showing you a fun night out without thinking of work, wanting to cross the line from coworkers into friendship so you wouldn’t feel as lonely in a new place, and you’re thankful for it. It was definitely nice to have a moment outside of your home or job with a group of your own, it made you feel like you had a place here. 
“So, do you need me to be a wing-woman tonight or is this just a chill and dance kinda night? ‘Cause there’s a few cute guys here.” Sana plucks the cup out of your hand before replacing it with a new drink, a pink concoction that tastes strong despite its cute appearance. 
There are a few cute guys here, but they all seemed a little preoccupied shooting their shots with other people, so you’re fine with just people watching the rest of the night. “I think they’re all busy,” you laugh, taking a slow sip of your drink, feeling the strong kick of the alcohol settling onto your tongue. 
“That ones not,” she mumbles, a manicured finger coming up to shamelessly point to the man in question. As you follow it through, you catch the eyes of the same guy you swore looked like Jungkook—realizing very quickly that it was in fact Jungkook. 
A flash of all of the texts you had sent him plays in your mind, embarrassment flooding your senses as you quickly turn away and attempt to hide yourself. You know he’s spotted you, but you hope your body language is enough to get him to not approach you. 
“Oop, throw me a signal if you need me to save you,” she whispers, slipping through the crowd before you have a chance to understand what she meant by that. Once you realize she’s abandoned you, a soft tap to your shoulder has you tensing up. 
You’re positive the look of shock is clear on your face as you turn around, wide eyes staring at Jungkook as he looks down at you with a warm smile. “I knew it was you!” He sounds cheerful as he says it, having to inch closer to you to speak through the noise of the club, but the smile remains on his face as he leans back. 
For a brief moment irritation flares up inside of you, wondering just what kind of balls he must have to be leaving you on delivered for weeks and still be able to face you like this. He clearly doesn’t have any shame, casually leaning against the bar while he eyes your drink with curiosity. You hate the way your stomach flips under his gaze, finding it extremely difficult to get your brain to stop thinking about how attractive he is. It should be criminal to look that good in such a simple outfit, short black sleeves cuffed up on his bicep, allowing you to see his tattoos once more, something he very clearly sees you doing again. 
“So did your TV rip off your wall?”
“What?” You finally find your voice, brows pinching on your forehead as you stare at him in disbelief. 
“I’m kind of hoping it did. It’ll soothe my ego to know that's why you haven’t text me yet. I meant to get your number too but I got a little nervous and blanked,” he starts to ramble, eyes looking away as he nervously rubs the back of his neck, completely missing the way you seem to grow more irritated. 
“I did text you.” He looks back at you when he notices your tone, seeing the way you cross your arms on your chest, eyes looking directly at him. 
“What?” Jungkook pulls his phone out now, quickly opening up his messages and scrolling through them all, not once finding an unknown number that messaged him. “I never got anything.”
A small scoff escapes you as you laugh, pulling your own phone out and sorting through your messages. The glow of your device lights up his face as you show them to him, allowing him to see the green bubbles of shame filling the screen. The confusion is evident on his face now, a pout on his lips as he stares at the screen, reading his contact name before he’s reaching up with his finger and tapping on it to get all of the information. That’s when he smiles. 
“It’s 6178, not 6179. Also, I’m offended that you think I have an android.” He’s tapping away on your screen, taking it upon himself to edit his contact to the correct number before reading the skew of messages you thought you sent him. “Did you think I was ghosting you?”
You’re snatching your phone back instantly, locking the device and putting it away as if that’ll somehow erase his memory of reading your shameless texts. “I mean, yeah…” your voice trails off slightly, the earlier annoyance you had melting away until all that was left was the same embarrassment from earlier. Now you’re just hoping whoever was receiving those texts would continue to act like they never got them. 
“Cute,” he mumbles, eyes crinkling up as his smile widens. “But for the record, I would never. My offer still stands for showing you around the city if you’d like though. And I also think you sort of owe me for thinking I ghosted you.”
“Can I just buy you a drink and we act like this never happened?” you groan, closing your eyes and praying the floor will swallow you up. 
“Oh definitely not,” he laughs, clearly enjoying the pain you’re going through. “What you can do is give me your number, I need to make sure I actually receive your sweet passive aggressive texts.” He pulls his own phone out and opens up a new contact page before handing it over, an amused smile on his lips when you grab the device and slowly input your number, seeing the way you double check each digit. 
When you hand it back he taps on it, bringing it up to his ear as your phone starts to buzz in your pocket. His name fills your screen, correctly changed to be his actual number, and as you give him a glance it's clear he wants you to answer so you entertain it. 
“Hello,” you speak into the microphone, eyes looking directly at him. 
“Just had to make sure this time. Can’t have you thinking I’m ghosting you again.” His cheeky personality has been evident since your first interaction and if you hadn’t noticed it then you definitely notice it now, smiling at him when he winks before hanging up the call and putting his phone away. “I’ll let you enjoy your girl’s night but I will be blowing up your phone tomorrow to make up for lost time. I’m glad I saw you tonight though.” 
“Yeah, me too,” you manage to utter out, waving back slowly as he waves with that cute bunny smile on his face, turning around and making his way back to whatever group of friends he came with. Right as he leaves Sana and the rest of the girls creep by your side, already bombarding you with questions. 
“Okay who was that?” Sana squeals, inching closer to you. 
“And why the hell did he leave?” Chaeyoung butts in, wiggling right next to Sana. 
“Some guy I met a few weeks ago.”
“And? Are you gonna see him again?” It's Jihyo’s turn now, all of them invested in your small interaction. 
You look back in the direction you saw Jungkook walk off in, meeting his gaze across the club and smiling his way. “Yeah, I am.”
Tumblr media
The plastic bags in your hands rustle around as you dig for your keys, balancing your phone between your ears as you speak to Seulgi to give her a rundown on your week like you do every week. “Jesus, what are you doing?” she laughs out, hearing you grunt in annoyance as you dig around in your bag until you finally find your key. 
“I lose my key every time,” you huff as you unlock the door and shut it behind you, making a beeline to your fridge to stuff the ice creams you just bought into the freezer. The weather had skyrocketed into the 90’s the past week, getting higher each day, leaving you feeling gross from the walk from your car into your air conditioned apartment. 
“Anyways, you managed to change the topic earlier, but why haven’t you set up a day to see Mr.Handyman?”
You put her on speaker, setting your phone down on the counter as you quickly unwrap one of the oreo ice creams, stalling her question as you suck on the corner of it. Jungkook had definitely stayed true to his word, texting you the morning after he saw you at the club to make sure you got home safely and casual conversation flowed easily after that. He was equal parts flirty and playful through text, never once making you feel like you were the only one putting effort into the conversation. 
“He’s tried, trust me. I’m just busy with work—“
“Oh bullshit.”
“It’s true!” you whine, taking a bite of your ice cream. “He is too though. It’s just been hard to align our schedules.” Being new at your job has made you feel like you have to prove yourself, offering to stay past your scheduled hours, dealing with things even while off the clock. Jungkook’s schedule was just as sporadic, changing depending on what project he was working on plus any side projects he accepted in between. 
“You’re just not trying hard enough. What’s stopping you from hitting him up right now and hanging out?”
You stop at her words, slowly glancing back down at your phone, thankful that she couldn’t see the way your mind is scrambling for an excuse. “It’s a Friday night, he probably has plans already.”
“Okay but what if he doesn’t? You’re literally cockblocking yourself right now!” You gasp instantly, mouth gaping open as you try to find something to say but she beats you to the punch. “I think you deserve to have some casual fun with this hot handyman. It’s like something straight out of a porno.”
She continues to ramble on as you pick the phone back up and walk to your living room, plopping down onto your couch right in the line of the air conditioning. Your skin flares with goosebumps instantly as you lay your head back onto the cushions, continuing to suck on your ice cream with your eyes shut. 
“Why are you so hell bent on me fucking him,” you snort. 
“You’re the one that said you didn’t want to just be his friend. Are you suddenly interested in dating him?”
“God no, I don’t even know him!”
“Exactly! Look, I know casual hook ups aren’t your thing but you’re in a new city, you’re hot as hell, you gotta spread your wings, and honestly you need some dick in your life.” At your silence she sighs and you can already picture her messing with the ends of her hair as she thinks of what to say. “Just call him up.”
As you gently bite into your softening ice cream you decide she’s right. He’s made it pretty clear he’s interested in you, trying to work around whatever schedule problems you have, you’re the one that’s been making it a little difficult, using your fear of the unknown to block any plans he attempts to make. The balls in your court and you know if you don’t take a chance you’ll regret it later. 
“Fine, you’re right. I’ll call him right now.” You try not to smile when she cheers over the line, quickly saying your goodbyes. The second your phone is in front of you again, you feel the nerves creeping up your spine, hands going clammy as you go through your messages, easily finding Jungkook’s thread of messages thanks to his habit of sending you funny tiktoks to start your morning off on a good note. 
With a deep breath you’re clicking his name and starting a call, legs bouncing as you hear the line ringing, secretly hoping he was too busy to answer so you could at least say you tried. 
Unbeknownst to you, Jungkook is currently busy. The bustle of laughter surrounds him as he’s sat around a table at a restaurant, his friends being rowdy like they always were, his attention being pulled away when he feels his phone vibrating in his pocket. As he pulls it out, seeing your name illuminating the screen, he nearly rams his knee into the table with how fast he gets up and absolutely scurries out of the restaurant. 
“Hey Y/N.” He clears his throat right after, taking a glance through the window and seeing his friends looking right at him with curious faces, Taehyung throwing him a middle finger just to laugh when he throws it right back. 
“Hey, sorry, are you busy?” Your voice sounds a little unsure, some rustling heard as you fidget around on your couch. 
“Nope,” Jungkook lies, smiling wide as he shoves his hand into his pocket and leans back against the wall. “I’m all yours. What’s up? Did your TV finally rip off your drywall?”
That makes you giggle, cheeks warming up at how casually he says it, calming the initial nerves you felt. “Why, do you have a warranty for that?”
Jungkook hums as he looks up, his smile hurting his cheeks. “Of course I do. Satisfaction is guaranteed. I’d have to go out of my way to make it right if something wasn’t up to the Jungkook standard.”
You glance up at your television, seriously debating if you should loosen a screw or two just to give him a reason to come make it right. “Unfortunately everything is still fully intact.”
“Unfortunately?” he laughs out, nose scrunching up as he does. “I know you like to keep me humble, but if you’re trying to see me all you have to do is ask.” Jungkook really needed you to ask, it was taking all of his self control to not be his usual self and pursue you the way he normally does. He could tell you were nervous, and the last thing he wanted was to scare you off with his usual tactics, but he could also tell you were at least a little interested in him. Why else would you be calling him late on a Friday night?
“That’s actually why I called. I was wondering…” you trail off softly, bringing your knees up as you bundle into yourself on your sofa, “if you wanted to hang out? I had a stressful day at work and just wanna get my mind off of it.”
Jungkook bites back a smile as you start to ramble on, only allowing you to continue for another moment before he’s cutting in. “Well I’m the perfect person to call for that. I can pick you up in 20 if that's okay?”
You freeze in your spot, not at all expecting him to agree so easily, let alone be willing to pick you up in twenty minutes. “Yeah, that's fine!” You’re getting up instantly, running across your apartment towards your room to freshen yourself up. 
“See you soon,” Jungkook sings out, ending the call and walking back into the restaurant with a pep in his step. As he approaches the table with his friends, they’re all staring at him, already eating their food with guilty looks on their faces. 
“We tried to wait for you but we’re starving,” Jimin mumbles out, still chewing his food. “Sit down, Yoongi’s on grill duty.”
“I actually have to go. Got a last minute job right now. Duty calls.” He’s already reaching around to say his goodbyes, missing the way Taehyung snorts at his lame excuse. 
“Duty calls. Have fun getting laid, Jeon.”
“Shut the fuck up,” he laughs, pushing his head away when he reaches him. “I’ll see you guys later.”
In the time it takes him to get to your place you’ve already changed twice, had a small breakdown over your hair not cooperating, and had enough time to spare for you to sit on the edge of your couch to overthink everything. You had just called him up late on a Friday night, basically saying you needed to destress. That was essentially you asking him loud and clear to bang. Right? Seulgi was right, you were in a new city and you needed some new dick in your life. And like Jungkook said, he was apparently the perfect one to call for that. 
Oh god, is that a red flag?
You don’t have time to panic over this new realization, a sudden knock on your door making you jump from your position, hands quickly adjusting your hair as you get up. With a small breath, and a count to three, you’re opening up the door to reveal Jungkook’s smiling face. He looks good, amazingly good actually. A loose Supreme baseball top drapes off his shoulders, sleeves reaching his elbows, showing off the tattoos you’ve come to appreciate as well as an array of silver bracelets on his wrists. The black cargo pants and platform sneakers he has on differ greatly from the slightly stained pants and boots he uses for work, letting you see more of his personal style. 
“I’m here to save the day.” The corner of his lip pulls up in a smirk, hands tucked into his pockets as he shrugs, looking oh so proud that you had called him for this favor. “What are the vibes for tonight? You wanna destress right?”
You’re still standing by your door, partially listening and partially having an inner debate on when you’re supposed to invite him in. Was this just formal small talk before everything kicks into action? You’ve never been the one to initiate a casual hookup—or a booty call because this is what it feels like—so all you can do is nod to his question with a small look of uncertainty. 
“I know just the place. They close really late so we’ll have plenty of time. Are you ready to go?” His face looks genuinely excited, softly rocking on his feet as he gives you an expectant smile, only getting wider when he sees you step further into your place to grab your bag. 
“Yeah, I’m ready.” This was definitely not what you were expecting at all, the earlier panic slowly ebbing away as you exit your place, fizzing into excitement as you settle into your elevator with Jungkook by your side. 
You can see his smile reflected in the doors, his eyes focused on your own reflection as he gently nudges your shoulder. “You look really pretty by the way.”
“Thank you,” you mumble, looking down at the floor to avoid his eyes in the slightly warped reflection. “So where are we going?”
Jungkook remains tightlipped the entire way to this secret location, deflecting your question by raising the volume once you get inside his car, laughing as he sees you roll your eyes when he repeats to just trust him. He was truthfully a little nervous bringing you here, not exactly sure if this was your way of destressing, and it only gets worse when he pulls into an empty looking lot and you’re shifting in your seat. 
“It’s over there.” He points across the way, in between a few shops that are now closed is an illuminated sign, windows showing a few people inside. He knows if he hadn’t said anything you’d think he had just taken you to an empty lot to be a pervert. 
“Does that say Rage Room?” You’re laughing under your breath, turning back to look at him and seeing the first hint of doubt clouding his eyes. 
“Yeah, I mean there’s a few other spots we can go to also if this isn’t up your alley. But I figured we could have some fun there. They actually have Rage Paint nights on Fridays so I think it’ll be nice to let out some steam, get a nice painting out of it and get something to eat after?” He’s fiddling with his steering wheel, engine still running and ready to take off if you said this was a bust. 
You can’t stop the smile from spreading onto your face, caught completely off guard from how casually sentimental this was. You barely know Jungkook, and for him to suggest something like this in hopes of making your night go a little better had you practically melting in your seat. “Jungkook, that sounds like an amazing time. Let’s go!” 
His smile matches yours when he hears the genuine excitement lacing your tone, killing the engine instantly and beginning to ramble about how often he visits this place on his own. He’s done the actual rage rooms a few times but he preferred the paint themed nights, loving being able to take something back with him after it was all said and done. 
“So, what are the rules?” you question, slowly suiting up in the room the staff had led you into. It's a private room just for the two of you, splatters of paint covering the wall, different size canvases placed in the corner and an array of paints for you to choose from. Music plays throughout the speakers in here, some playlist Jungkook had made and hooked up, soft songs that weren’t too distracting for you. 
“There isn’t any.” He shrugs as he zips up the blue plastic suit, a smile still on his face as he stares at you. “You can use some of those paint brushes to start it off but I sort of prefer to just use my hands.” He brings his hands up to wiggle his fingers, laughing when you do the same. 
“Okay, should I use the goggles too?” 
“Yeah, I got paint in my eye once and it sucked so definitely use them.” He grabs a pair off the small table at the back, loosening the straps before he’s turning back to you and helping you slip them on, gently pulling your hair out of the way and throwing you a thumbs up to check if they were comfortable. 
You’re almost positive you look like a deer caught in headlights right now, the small actions he’s done so far making your heart skip and tumble in your chest, needing to snap out of it to give him a thumbs up in response. With a slow breath you’re turning to look at the paint options, scanning them each until you decide on a color palette. 
Jungkook watches on with an endeared smile as you gather your little pots of paint, carrying them back to the other wall with your canvas of choice. He joins you shortly, his own options laid out in front of him in order, bright neon hues a drastic difference to your muted pastels. 
“Ready?” His nose is scrunched up as he adjusts his own goggles, fingers ready to dip into his paint. You’re straightening out your canvas on the nails it's hung on before crouching down and scooping up some pink paint with a wide smile. 
“Ready.”
You’re a little hesitant when you fling the first bit of paint onto the canvas, seeing the way it splatters out onto the white and analyzing the way the neon blue hits Jungkook’s canvas, quickly followed by another splatter of red. 
“Don’t think about it.” His voice brings you out of your observation, more splatters of paint hitting his canvas as he turns to look at you, a speck of red on the corner of his goggles. “It doesn’t have to mean anything, just do whatever feels right.” He gives you another encouraging look, eyes lighting up when you nod and reach for more paint. He resumes his own painting when you fall into the motion, the sound of paint splattering mixing in with your soft laughs and the gentle music. 
Jungkook was right about this being the best way to destress. There was something therapeutic about it, something so carefree, looking as silly as you do, cheeks hurting from how hard you’re smiling. Pretty soon your canvases barely show any white, your laughter only getting louder when Jungkook accidentally flings paint your way, having it splatter on your shoulder and onto your cheek. He pauses instantly, laughing as he gets closer to you, instinctually trying to wipe it away only to make an even bigger mess on your cheek. Neon smears cover your cheek, matching the hues on his thumb, and it's only fair for you to do the same. 
Jungkook gasps as you bring your own hand up, swiping two fingers of pink and yellow on his cheek to leave your own marking. “Now we’re even.”
His laugh fills the room as he stares down at you, the close proximity having you look directly up at him, eyes bouncing from his own to the marks on his cheek down to his lips and back. Jungkook can tell you want him to kiss you, can pick up on the way you shift on your feet, how you subtly lick your lips, eyes in a daze behind your goggles. He wants you to make the first move, inching forward just the slightest bit and smirking when you gasp gently. 
The dreamy sounds of Over the Moon by the Marías play in the background, your heart slowing down its racing as you think of your next move. A soft mantra starts in the back of your head, chanting “you have nothing to lose” until everything else clears from your mind and you’re leaning up. Jungkook’s eyes flutter shut instantly, trying so hard not to smile too wide as he feels your hands glide up his front until you’re gently resting them on his chest before your lips are meeting. 
That first move was all he needed, his own paint covered hands reaching forward to pull you closer, clearly not caring about covering you in more bright colors as he gently cups your face. You fall into the motion with ease, lips moving together in a slow dance that had your skin tingling. There was something pure about it, the shared gasps and smacks of your lips, teasing feeling of his tongue tickling yours with no rush to deepen it, perfectly content exactly the way it was. 
You’re pulling away first, catching your breath as your nose nudges against his, goggles tapping against one another and breaking the moment as you both start to laugh. 
“I made another masterpiece on your face.” You can faintly see it in the reflection of his goggles, lining your cheek and jaw. “I think you should just keep it. It looks abstract.”
“Oh yeah?” you laugh, tapping his own markings on his cheek. “Are you planning on grabbing food after this somewhere completely dark? ‘Cause I’m not so sure this is a good public look for me.”
He sighs playfully, hands gently playing with the zipper of your blue suit. “I guess you’re right. I think we need to document ourselves with our masterpieces first though.” He’s taking off his goggles before you can respond, walking across the room to set up his phone to capture the moment perfectly before coming back to you. It's easy to see just how comfortable Jungkook is with himself and seemingly in any situation, easily posing with you until you’re both laughing as you look over the pictures he had taken. 
That light feeling in your chest lingers through the rest of the night, the earlier nerves you felt long gone as you sit around your dining table, conversation flowing like second nature while you eat. Both your paintings are perched against your wall to dry properly, the matching hues of paint still lingering slightly on your faces. 
“So how are you adjusting here?” Jungkook’s eyes stare directly into you, genuinely curious, a smile on his lips as he waits for your response
You take the final bite of the tacos Jungkook had gotten for you, swearing they were the best street tacos money could buy and he was right. “Pretty well,” you mumble out after swallowing. “I still have moments where I forget I’m here and not back at home so that’s a little weird.”
“Is there a reason you decided to move out here?” He finishes up his own food now, leaning back into the dining chair. 
“Honestly, it was sort of a spur of the moment decision. I felt a little stuck in my hometown and it was starting to feel like my life was running on autopilot, so when my company opened up a few positions here I decided to request a transfer on a whim. I don’t even think I realized what I had done until I was packing up my things and saying bye to everyone.”
“You didn’t have anything holding you back there?” Jungkook asks this question carefully, wanting to make sure he wasn’t crossing some line by wanting to know more, not wanting to push you to dive into a potentially deeper subject. You really don’t seem to mind though, taking a moment to process what he was asking as you lean your elbow on your table. 
“No, I guess I didn’t. Of course my family and best friend are still there, but those are relationships that I know won’t be affected by distance. I think I’ll always miss having them be a few minutes away from me but I’m sure it’ll be easier once I really make this place my home.” 
You sigh softly, eyes looking around at your place, not enough personality covering the walls to call it your own just yet. “Anyways, what about you? Have you always lived here?”
Jungkook sits up a little taller now, nodding along with a growing smile on his lips. “Born and raised. I grew up more towards the suburbs and moved into the city once I graduated highschool and have been here ever since.”
“You didn’t have the urge to move away after highschool like everyone else does?”
He laughs lightly, shaking his head. “No, I feel like most people tend to move here more than anything. My friends are all still here, some a little further from the city than others. Have you made any friends here yet?”
“No, I’m a total loner,” you snort, holding back a laugh when you see the way his face changes instantly. 
“Wait, I didn’t mean it like that—“
“I know, I’m teasing,” you laugh out. “But I’ve kind of made a few friends. They’re really coworkers so I don’t know if that fully counts. I’m not very good at putting myself out there.”
Jungkook hums in understanding, nodding along. “Really? I wouldn’t have guessed that if I’m being honest. You seem super social and outgoing in my opinion, I mean we’ve only hung out a few times—one of which I was technically hired for, and the other was an accidental run in—but you’re a very…approachable person.”
“Approachable?”
“Yeah, like, something about you just seems very welcoming. I’m sure you naturally pull people in without even trying. I mean, you’ve managed to pull me in and now we’re here eating some tacos. Am I not your friend?”
Your chin rests on your palm as you lean on the table, lips pursed in thought as flashes of the night play in your mind, the kiss making your stomach flip for just a moment before you’re coming back to reality. 
“I guess we are friends.” His eyes are glued to the way you smirk, knowing exactly what you were thinking of as your eyes meet and he sends you a sly wink. 
You could definitely be friends. 
What did being friends with Jungkook entail?
Well, for starters it meant that the crooked shelf you hung up would finally get fixed. Jungkook honestly took it upon himself to do it, showing up with his tool box a few days later and getting right to work. When he texted you asking if you were home, you thought it would be followed with an invitation to hang out, but now that you’re staring at him—looking oh so focused as he leveled out the shelf and marked the wall with a cute little pout—you don’t really mind it. 
“Jungkook, didn’t you just finish a full day of work?” you question, leaning against your counter as your eyes trail down his body. Honestly you feel like a little creep, ogling at him while his back is turned to you. 
Be respectful, you tell yourself as your eyes snap back up just in time to meet his gaze as he turns to look at you. 
“Yeah but I kept staring at this shelf the other night. I swear it was haunting my dreams, made me feel all itchy when I thought about it.” He shivers dramatically before gasping. “Is that a symptom of OCD?”
“Hm, sure, or you have eczema.” 
He pauses with his lips pursed and a finger raised. “I actually think I might have that too. Anyways—“ he quickly drills the holes like nothing, sliding on the floating shelf perfectly level, “—your shelf is sturdy and level as hell now. You could put an egg on here and it wouldn’t go anywhere.”
You laugh at his example, joining his side and beginning to place your items back on the shelf as he puts his tools away. “Thank you Jungkook. I’d have everything falling right off my wall if it wasn’t for you.”
He stands back up now, his tool bag hooked over his shoulder as he looks down at you with a sly smile. His eyes trail down to your lips for a second, lingering slightly before meeting your gaze once more. “That’s what friends are for, right?”
He inches forward just a bit before casually walking away like nothing, a smirk on his lips as he mentally applauds himself for his willpower to not kiss you. It’s not like he didn’t want to, because god did he want to, but Jungkook just liked it when girls made the first move. There was also the added fact that he didn’t want to be the one to have you jumping into something when you were still so new to the area. You had just told him you were still attempting to make friends. 
Don’t get him wrong, Jungkook liked pretty girls so much, they made his knees weak and his common sense go flying out the window—which is something his friends could vouch for in an instant—but as pretty as you are he’s not desperate enough to let his dirty little boyish mind take over his moral code just yet. Not until he gets a green light from you.
For all he knew, the kiss from the other night was a one time thing and you weren’t even thinking about him like that anymore. 
Except for the fact that you were thinking about it. Constantly. On repeat in your mind like absolute torture. 
It doesn’t help that his casual drop ins have become more frequent, shooting you a text to ensure you were home and free before he was swinging by with a baggie stuffed with food from places you hadn’t tried, or getting you to agree to check out cool spots nearby with the excuse that he promised to be your tour guide. Your mind is currently in a whirlwind, trying to calm it down as Jungkook once again enters your home. 
“This place is the best.” He’s already rambling, clearly excited, holding a large white box in his hands, the words Solar Return stamped on the top. “I was gonna call you to see what you’d like but I was a little flustered trying to get my friend’s order too. Oh! And it’s all vegan by the way, which is kind of nice.”
He makes himself at home right away, setting the box down on your coffee table and hunkering onto the couch with complete ease. He’s wearing a simple black tee today, cuffed up sleeves taut around his biceps and black pants tight around his thighs. His work boots are the dead give away that he had just gotten off work and something about the fact that despite knowing how tired he probably is he still went out of his way to get you and his friends tasty treats makes you feel a little warm and fuzzy inside. 
Jungkook does it out of the kindness of his heart, truly. Friendship meant a lot to him, always going out of his way to make sure his friends knew how much he cared about them, and if he was classifying you as a friend then you’d get the same treatment. It’s not like he was playing favorites, even if he just so happened to get you more treats than the rest. 
“C’mon, sit.” He motions over to you when he notices you’re still standing by the door, seeing the endeared smile on your lips. 
You do exactly that, rounding the couch and coming to sit on his right side, watching with marvel as he flips open the box and reveals an array of colorful treats. All you can do is listen with a smile as he carefully describes each of them to you, giving you a small backstory of the mom and pop owned bakery before you’re both picking up the tiny cheesecakes and taking the first bites. 
“I think you’re the best person I could have showing me hidden gems of this city,” you mumble out as you chew, staring at the delicate little cheesecake with awe. 
“Thank you, I meant it when I said I love this city, and getting to share some of my favorite spots with someone new is making me feel like I’m experiencing it all for the first time again.” He looks giddy as he finishes up his own treat, carefully crumbling up the parchment paper it came on. 
As you finish your own and you lean back over the coffee table, ready to pick your next choice, you remember his mention of his friends. “Oh wait, don’t you have to drop off your friend’s order too?”
Jungkook shakes his head as he leans back onto your couch, melting into the cushions as the exhaustion of work begins to creep up on him. “I already did. Didn’t want to rush your first Solar Return experience, and I just wanted to see you after a long day.” That statement has you looking over at him, heat crawling up your neck as his words really settle into your skin, fighting the way your heart seems to clench as you repeat the mantra of just friends in your head. 
However, your silence seems to make Jungkook stiffen, his wide eyes looking over at you for a brief second before he’s sitting straighter. “Or if you’re tired from work or something too this can totally be like a drive-by delivery!” He laughs at the end, trying to play it off like he hadn’t confidently assumed you’d be more than willing to see Jungkook after a long day of work. 
He’s leaning even more forward now, hands rubbing at his knees as he contemplates standing up. “Jungkook, stop squirming,” you laugh. “You’re not my uber eats driver, I’m not expecting you to just drop off some food and leave. You also don’t have to come over just to fix something. If I’m being honest, I like the company and it’s been a while since I’ve had someone to watch trash reality tv with so sit back.” Your palm touches his chest, gently nudging him until he’s once again leaning back into your sofa. 
The joy is evident on his face, even as he tries to hide it as his tongue prods along his cheek, his smile still peeking through. “Okay, what are we watching?”
“Love Island,” you chirp, reaching for your remote and clicking the right streaming service. 
“As long as it’s the Australian version.” 
You’re shocked as he says that, a laugh bubbling out while you find it on the screen. “Of course, the Australian version is superior.”
The both of you settle in instantly as the episode starts, easily getting roped into the couples and drama until you’ve somehow inched closer together. You don’t even realize it until Jungkook grabs your thigh as the newest bombshell steals a man, a gasp escaping him as he turns to look at you, brows pinched together and a look of utter betrayal on his features. 
“I knew it, I knew she was gonna pick him because he told her he was open.” His hand is still on your thigh, not even seeming to realize it was there as he rants on. 
“I mean, she did say she didn’t care if she stepped on anyone's toes,” you laugh out, enjoying how into it he is. It felt like a slice of your old normal, sitting with your friend as you watched reality tv, getting heavily invested in all of it. 
“But this far into it? I don’t know if that was us in there coupled up and someone came and snatched me up I would straight up leave the show, wouldn’t you?” He’s obviously joking, the smile he wears is too playful for you to think otherwise. 
“I don’t know, I’d probably stay…that prize at the end is too nice to give up.”
He removes his hand now, bringing it up to cover his mouth as he shakes his head. “Wow, that’s what I get for putting all my eggs in your basket then huh?”
You’re laughing now, gently shoving his shoulder as he joins in, the flashy outro music filling up your apartment. You take a moment to look him over, seeing his eyes crinkle up, lips spread into a smile that lets you see the adorable way his teeth jut out ever so slightly. As he licks them over, you realize you’ve been staring for too long, quickly meeting his gaze once more and seeing a small sparkle in them. It’s dangerous. Too much silence and sneaky glances are dangerous, so you break it, looking away momentarily as you clear your throat.
“How was work?” It’s a lame conversation starter, but you’re genuinely interested. Jungkook can only laugh under his breath as he sees the way you fiddle with the seam of the couch cushion, still feeling the warmth of your thigh from your position beside him. He briefly contemplates placing his hand back on it, a small part of him knowing he’d enjoy the way you’d jump at a sudden touch like that, but he stops himself.
“Work was good. I’m surrounded by super hot babes all day long.” His eyes are locked onto yours as he says this, smirking when your head whips around to look at him with a wide gaze.
“Oh?”
He laughs at your small response, sinking back into the cushions as he nods. “They’re the biggest distraction if I’m being honest. Constantly asking me if I’m thirsty, offering me protein bars, begging me to join in on their bingo games. I’m super popular I guess.”
Protein bars and bingo games?
“That’s…an interesting way to flirt?”
“Really?” he muses, frowning slightly. “Seems like the exact way I’d expect 80 year old grandmas to flirt.”
That's when you crack a smile, rolling your eyes as you turn slightly to stare at him. Your thighs move from his and he already misses the feeling, but somehow you seem closer now. Your left leg curls under you, sitting sideways on the couch as you rest your arm on the back cushion and lean into him just an inch. “How does it feel being such a hot commodity?”
“Pretty good. I don’t think I’ve ever been called handsome so much in my life. I just have to walk by them while holding something heavy for them to tell me I’m so strong. It’s a great ego boost.” His eyebrows raise up in pride, a smug little smile on his lips that you copy.
“Are you admitting you have a thing for grandmas?”
His laugh is boisterous, making the cushion shake as his shoulders move. “No, I’m just a weak weak man for anyone who calls me handsome.” It’s almost comical how he peers back over at you, lips pursed out as his eyes give you a playful look, mentally begging you to play along and call him handsome too. 
You hum along in realization, cheeks pushing out as you grin. “That's a shame. I wonder how you manage to get any work done when you’re being called handsome left and right.”
“Would you agree?” He’s being pushy now, but shamelessly so.
“Agree with what?” You’re teasing, knowing exactly what he wants to hear, but it's fun seeing his face scrunch up as he fights the urge to just tell you. “With you being handsome?”
He seems to contemplate it now that you said it out in the open, gaze analyzing your face before falling on your lips and seeing the slight tug of a smile. Finally, he nods, sitting up a little straighter as he leans closer. 
You’ve only ever seen Jungkook this close the night in the Rage Room, right before kissing him. But now that you don’t have those goggles blocking your view, you realize how intense his stare really is. It’s different from the regular look he wears as he talks about nonsense, the usual light is gone, slightly hooded as trouble swirls in them. 
“Yeah,” you start, a little breathless as you whisper it. The light heartedness from earlier has dissipated, and you’re not entirely sure when that happened, how you got so close to him in the first place. “You’re handsome Jungkook.”
His eyes flutter shut at the compliment. He meant what he said earlier, he was weak, oh so weak. It didn’t matter that he practically begged for the compliment, it didn’t change the way warmth spread through him as it tumbled out of your lips. 
You're friends he tells himself as he opens his eyes back up and stares at your lips. You’re friends his mind repeats as he inches even closer, stopping to give you a chance to give him a sign that his advances weren’t welcomed. 
You don’t though, meeting his gaze as he looks back up at you, a slight tilt to his head almost as if he’s asking you if this is okay. When you finally nod, Jungkook breaks the small rule he has, choosing to make the first move as he closes the gap between you. 
You’re friends. 
The tiny voice shuts up the second your lips meet, gentle pressure to test the waters, slowly deepening when you kiss him back. You briefly wonder if he can hear how hard your heart is beating, feeling it thrumming in your ears, rattling in your chest at the quick turn of events. If he can’t hear it, surely he can feel it, especially as his hand travels up toward your neck. His touch is gentle, fingers caressing the skin beneath your jaw, feeling the rhythmic beat of your pulse against his fingertips. 
A soft sigh escapes you as you pull away briefly, escaping his lips for just a second before he’s tilting his head and licking his way back into your mouth. Your fingers clench in your fist when his tongue traces along yours, a teasing motion that sends a shiver down your spine, leaves you melting as you give in and let your fingers glide into his long hair. 
Jungkook seems to like that, groaning into your mouth when you rake your nails against his scalp, pushing into you as he starts to guide you back, fully intent on continuing to ravish you on your couch. 
Until a familiar sound pierces the air. 
You think you’re imagining it, hands still holding Jungkook close as your back finally meets the cushion, feeling him hovering over you. But at the second ring his mouth stills against yours, finally pulling away when he realizes the sound is coming from his pocket. 
Your eyes blink open, seeing the disheveled mess of his hair, his lips swollen and shiny as he pouts before reaching into his pocket. This point of view wasn’t so bad, your mind still hazy as your thoughts begin to wander to other salacious scenarios you could see him like this in. 
“Sorry, let me answer this.” His face is apologetic as he swipes the facetime call, not bothering to make himself look decent as he scowls at the screen. “I’m busy, Jimin.”
His phone is quiet for a second until a loud laugh rips through, his friend snickering when he gets a look at him. “Jesus, you look freshly fucked. I can see Yoongi paid you for the treats with some action.”
Your head tilts slightly, not familiar with any of Jungkook’s friend’s, but the way he snorts has a smile spreading on your lips. Your lips are swollen now, feeling tender as you bite down on them when he laughs. 
“Jimin, shut the hell up.” Jungkook couldn’t deal with Jimin’s dumb jokes right now, not when he could feel the pressure of his cock pressing against his jeans. Jimin’s lucky that Jungkook loves his friends, putting up with their cockblocking antics in the off chance that they needed help. “Did you need something? I was in the middle of something important.”
His eyes flick over to your face momentarily and the brief eye contact has warmth spreading through you again. 
Jimin cackles once more. “Hm, I can see that. But I do need a favor…like tonight.”Jungkook just grunts, mentally urging him to just spill it. “I need your truck. I gotta pick something up and it doesn’t fit in my stupid car.” Jimin sounds so carefree, not an ounce of shame at interrupting something Jungkook knows would’ve been amazing. All for his truck. 
“Yes. I’ll call you back in a bit.” 
He doesn’t wait for a response before he’s ending the call, locking his phone and letting his hand drop down onto the couch. The earlier tension is still felt in the air, tingling against his skin, leaving his fingers fidgeting as he briefly debates ignoring his friend. You just look so tempting in front of him, eyes a little dazed, hair messed up, lips perfectly pouty. It makes him want to dive back in, cage you beneath him and kiss you until he is breathless.  
His phone dings again in his grasp. 
Jimin 8:48pm : you better not prioritize getting your dick wet over helping your friend!! 😇
He would in fact be punching Jimin when he saw him later. 
“You’re a good friend aren’t you?” You break the silence first, fully sitting up, a slight giddiness in your tone. 
“It’s my fatal flaw.” He shuts his eyes for a second, trying to urge his boner away, knowing staring at you would only make it worse. Then he hears your laugh and it doesn’t help so he figures it’s a lost cause and looks at you once more. 
“Oh definitely, such a red flag.” Your foot playfully nudges his thigh, smiling wide when he laughs, his palm wrapping around your ankle and tugging you further. A small squeal escapes you as you’re dragged onto your back, feeling him crawl back over you, slotting his lips between yours before you can take a breath in. 
His phone dings again, his fists clenching together as he groans against your lips. 
“Okay, you should go before he blows up your phone,” you murmur against him, giving him another kiss, feeling the hoop around his lip against your skin. 
“You’re right. I wouldn’t put it past him to track me down honestly.” Very reluctantly he pulls back, standing up from the couch with a bashful face as he tries to discreetly adjust himself. 
You laugh as you look away, standing up and walking towards the door. “I’ll see you later then?” It’s a hopeful question, one he answers with a quick nod. 
He follows you with a slight drag of his feet and a playful pout on his lips, but his usual smile returns when he sees that your mood hasn’t dampened despite his abrupt departure, a sweet smile still on your lips as you open the door for him. 
“Of course. I’ll be back to hang up those picture frames.” He points to the side, snickering at the array of prints you still have leaning against your far wall. Before you can say anything he’s swooping in once more, giving you a final kiss that leaves your lips tingly as he pulls back and exits your apartment with a small wave. 
Apparently being Jungkook’s friend entailed other things too. 
Tumblr media
“I’m going crazy, it’s all I’ve been thinking about,” you groan out dramatically, flopping over on your couch and grunting into your pillow. The sound of Seulgi laughing on Facetime blends in with the AC blowing and the reality show you have playing in the background. It’s not Love Island this time, just something random you clicked on to be background noise. 
“Who knew one cute little kiss would have this effect on you,” she snickers, clearly enjoying the dilemma you were having. 
“It wasn’t one kiss, and it sure as hell wasn’t just cute! Regardless, it’s not even the kiss, it's him!” There was just something about Jungkook as a whole that sent your mind into a flurry. It really hasn’t been long since you met, only hanging out a few times in between then, but each time you did you had to stop yourself from having a full body effect to him simply existing. It wasn’t even about his looks, which played a pretty big part, but the way he’s so confidently himself, not thinking twice about what he says or does because he’s that sure of himself left you wanting to know more about him. 
“Oh he’s a hottie for sure, I don’t blame you.” You had sent her the picture you two had taken the other night, instantly getting an earful and soft scolding on why you hadn’t fucked him that very night. “Plus he’s a blue collar boy, so you know he knows how to use his hands.” She wolf whistles immediately after, the visual of her fanning her face being seen as you flop back over and pick your phone back up. 
You know she’s not wrong. That innocent little kiss in the rage room had your knees buckling and the kiss on the couch left you daydreaming of what could have transpired if his friend hadn’t called him. Jungkook was very quickly becoming the main man in your wet dreams. 
“I’m so fucked. Why couldn’t I have hired the other handyman and met Jungkook at a club where he would’ve bought me a drink, I would’ve giggled and then he would’ve taken me back home and fucked my brains out.”
“Oh damn, he really has you writing fanfiction about him? You’re down bad.”
You glare at her through the screen, eye twitching as your finger hovers over the end button. “I’m gonna block you.”
“No, I’m just teasing!” she yells, picking up her phone as she walks around her place. “Okay, sure you’re friends now or whatever, you can totally fuck friends.”
“I know, I just…I don’t want things to get messy.”
“That’s why you fuck once and then reiterate that you’re friends and move on,” she speaks so surely. “Or you realize the sex is great and you keep doing it. Point is, you’re both adults, you can do whatever you want.”
Right as you roll your eyes, you notice something—well, more like the lack of something. Your place is a little quieter now, and as you lift your head up you realize the breeze coming from your right is no longer blowing, the chill in the air is still present but when you turn to stare at your AC unit you notice the glowing light is now shut off. 
“No fucking way,” you mutter out, cutting Seulgi off in the middle of her sentence—something she mistakes as you trying to argue her point. “Shut up, I’m not fighting you. My AC just died.”
She laughs, loudly. “Oh my god, this is your sign. If you don’t text him I will fly over there and beat you.”
All you can do is sit there, staring at the stupid AC unit and urging it to kick start into action again. How does a thing like that die anyway? Sure you’ve been abusing it day in and out lately, but isn’t that what they were literally built for?
A few minutes of absolute silence go on before you come to the realization that you are in fact going to have to text Jungkook and ask him to come over. With a small huff of acceptance, you say your goodbyes to Seulgi, ignoring the way she cackles into your ear until you hang up. 
It’s easy to find Jungkook’s thread of messages in your inbox, sitting right near the top since he had sent you a few tiktoks and wished you a good day before he started running his morning errands. Luckily you had responded right after he sent it because you’re pretty sure it’d be awkward and a little rude to follow that up with a favor. 
Y/N 3:56pm : i think you jinxed me
You instantly see that he’s read the message, the glowing three dots indicating he’s typing popping up before his own message comes through. 
Jungkook 3:56pm : oh god. you're probably right. what did i do?
Y/N 3:57pm : my ac died
Jungkook 3:57pm : lol no fucking way. have u tried unplugging it and plugging it back in?
You have not. 
You’re crouched in front of it soon after, yanking out the plug before saying a small prayer and replugging it. Still, the damn red light refuses to turn back on. 
Y/N 3:59pm  : yeah no its dead dead. pls help me or im gonna roast in here
Jungkook 3:59pm : yeah not on my watch
Jungkook 3:59pm : ill be there in 20!
Jungkook somehow manages to get here faster than 20 minutes, tapping a quick beat onto your door and giving you a wide smile when you finally open up. His piercing catches your eye just like it did the first time, focusing on it for a second too long before you were staring back into his warm eyes once more. He notices that—just like he had the first time too—and he thinks it's adorable that he’s caught you ogling at him a handful of times already, secretly wondering if you’ve caught him doing just the same. 
“I’m here to save the day.” He winks as he steps inside, his tool bag in his hand while he makes his way directly to the AC unit, already crouching down to inspect it. He’s wearing casual attire this time around, no working boots on his feet. Instead, he wears a comfy pair of Vans, black jeans hugging his thighs beautifully from his squatting position and a vintage looking shirt that has some graphic design on the front that you can’t quite make out. 
“You know,” he starts with a small huff as he analyzes everything. “If you really wanted me to come over you didn’t have to break your AC. I get it though, you're still trying to keep me humble.”
“You’ve cracked it,” you snort, leaning against the wall as you stare down at him, smiling when he looks up at you with a cute crinkle on his nose. “I had to take matters into my own hands without letting your ego get too big, you know?”
He can only shake his head with a smile, looking back to stare at the opened panel he just unscrewed. He’s quiet for a moment, tinkering around with some wires as he tries to figure out just what happened. 
“Well, I think your plan backfired.” He laughs lightly as he leans back, raking his hair back with one hand while his finger points inside the panel, guiding you to see the absolutely burnt to a crisp wire tucked away. “Honestly though, this thing was probably already on its last leg before you moved in here. I can get you a really good deal for one though.”
“Really?” you beam, gaze following him as he stands back up and nods. He seems to walk around, approaching the opened door that leads to your bedroom, taking a quick peek inside before coming back. 
“I can get you one for your bedroom too. Also, you should totally make your leasing management pay for it. It’s kind of stupid they didn’t get you one already.” He rants to himself, hands on his hips as he shakes his head. “Anyway, I’ll go scoop them up and be back. You think you’ll be okay with no AC for like an hour?”
With a confident nod he’s patting his pockets for his keys before heading out, on a clear mission to make sure you don’t roast alive. 
Luckily it takes Jungkook less than an hour, securing the AC’s and tailing it back to yours, having to make two trips back to his car because he refused to allow you to help him haul up one of the units. 
Once everythings brought up he gets to work instantly, proving to be quite a sight as you sit pretty on the couch and observe him. Your window is cracked open, providing absolutely no sense of a breeze but Jungkook swore it cooled him down. He wears thick gloves as he yanks the previous unit out of its place, carefully setting it down on your living room floor as he sighs and rakes his sweaty hair off his face. 
“Alright, hard parts over,” he breathes out, sending you a smile as he claps his hands together before peeling off the gloves. You can only watch in a daze as his hands grip the hem of his shirt, his stomach on full display as he yanks it up to wipe at the sweat on his forehead. The view is short lived, his glistening abs gone as his shirt flutters back down. 
Jungkook chuckles to himself when he sees the look on your face as you stare at him, another confidence boost filling him up when you look slightly disappointed that he remains looking decent, so he decides to appease you a little. “Would you mind if I take my shirt off?” He nearly laughs when your eyes widen, a slight twinkle in them as you swallow. 
“Uh, no. Go ahead. It’s hot in here,” you trail off with a small laugh. Your hands pick up your hair off your neck, fanning yourself as you feel the sweat accumulating on your skin, but your eyes stay glued on Jungkook. 
It’s a little pornographic, how the sunlight streaming in seems to hit him at the perfect angle, shadows chiseling his muscles, pulled taut as he tugs the shirt off of his body. All of his tattoos are revealed to you now, at least the ones on his upper half, and you find yourself admiring the double doberman heads that mirror each other on his stomach, eyeing the soft happy trail between them. The lines of the tattoo are bold, rich black filling them in, rippling as he straightens out once his shirt is fully off. 
Jungkook isn’t ashamed to say he knew he was attractive, it’s something he’s been told his entire life, and he truly does bask in it. There was just something about the dazed stare of someone that was interested in him that gave him a tiny adrenaline rush. It’s the exact stare you’re currently giving him, eyes glazed over as you trail over his body, lips slightly agape when you let out a soft breath. 
He chooses not to tease you further, letting his shirt drop to the floor before turning around and returning to work. As much as he enjoys giving you a show, he can’t deny that it’s disgustingly hot in here and elongating the time needed to fix this only leads you both that much closer to having a heat stroke. 
The heat is sticky on your skin, and you’re thankful you chose to lounge around in a pair of loose shorts and tank instead of your typical sweatpants and hoodie combo. Even then it provides minimal relief, your thighs shiny as you stretch them over the armrest, leaning back on your palms with your head drooped to the side, eyes still locked onto Jungkook’s toned back. 
You don’t even know how long you zone out for, ears perking when a small beep sounds off, both of you holding your breath until suddenly the whirring of the AC follows, the cool gust hitting your shins and leaving goosebumps. 
“There we go,” Jungkook breathes, eyes falling shut as he lets the cool air hit him directly in the face. 
“You’re my actual hero,” you moan out, your head falling back in relief as the air gets significantly colder. Jungkook smiles as he looks your way, feeling quite proud of himself as he shuts your window to keep the cold air in. 
“Not all heroes wear capes,” he jokes, approaching you on the couch. His hands grip the armrest on either side of your calves, leaning forward with a teasing smile on his lips, his eyes trail down your body before coming back up to meet your stare. “Alright, I’m gonna go install the one in your room.”
Your hand instantly reaches forward to clasp around his wrist, keeping him in his place—not like he was actually planning on walking away, not when you looked that good just sitting there. 
At your silence, his eyebrow cocks up curiously, wondering what you were thinking. 
“You should take a break.”
“Oh yeah?” When you nod he chuckles. “I don’t know, my rating is already so low. If I take a break how do I know you won’t leave me a bad review?”
“I’ll leave you a bad review if you don’t take a break. Drop your rating from 2.5 to 1 all because you passed out on my bedroom floor from heat exhaustion.”
Jungkook gasps, eyes twinkling with playfulness as he moves his hands to gently rest on your shins. “Wow, you’re threatening me? What's next? Are you gonna dock my pay if I don’t watch another episode of Love Island with you?”
“Oh, about that,” you grimace, looking away from him. “You didn’t say anything about getting paid.”
“I take other forms of payment,” he smirks, leaning even closer until he’s a few inches away from your face. His eyes flicker down to your lips, seeing the teasing smile on them as you lick them over. “Plus I always give my friends a special discount.”
Your hand slowly trails up his arm, feeling the slight raise of his tattoos as you travel up his shoulder until your fingers are playing with the long strands of hair at his nape. You’ve come to find that Jungkook really likes when you play with his hair, his eyes falling shut as you graze his scalp. Maybe it's the earlier heat going to your head, or maybe it's the heat swirling in his own gaze when he reopens his eyes, but being this close to him made you feel dizzy, had your mind blanking while his tongue fiddled with his lip ring. 
Jungkook was mentally urging you on once more, needing you to want this as much as he did. And when you finally, finally, tug him closer, your lips melting against his in a kiss so sweet, he fights back the desire to cheer out loud. 
“How’s that for payment?” you murmur out, lips ghosting against his own. 
“It’s a start,” Jungkook rasps. “But I think I need a little more.” A small huff of his laughter hits your lips before he’s closing the distance again. He can feel the way you smile against him, your finger twirling the strand of hair, making a shiver go down his spine that he can’t attribute to the chill of the AC. 
He side steps the armrest of the couch, deepening the kiss as he starts to push you back, a repeat of the position he had you in the other night. Jungkook made sure to silence his phone on the elevator ride up here, even put it on do not disturb to ensure Jimin would not be bothering him again. 
It's a mix of hushed laughter and wet smacks of your lips as you help him adjust your position, crawling backwards and spreading your legs open to allow him to slot in between them. His palm cups your cheek, thumb gently rubbing along your skin, mind momentarily forgetting he was shirtless until your hands glide onto his back. The second your nails gently scratch his back, he’s groaning into your mouth. The sound goes straight to your core, has your back arching to press into his chest, needing him closer. 
“Do you need more?” you whisper when you pull back, eyes meeting his as you both try to catch your breath. 
His nose nudges yours, another kiss pressed against your lips to add to your daze. “I do.”
Much to his surprise, you move. One hand lifting yourself up while the other pressed against his chest, pushing him back off of you. There’s a brief moment where Jungkook thinks you’ve changed your mind, and he’s ready to just pull away and go back to installing your AC unit, but he’s pliant as your hands maneuver him around. 
His confusion only lasts for a second as he sits back, but that charming smile returns to his face when you claim your spot on his lap, thighs on either side of his and your arms looped around his neck. You’re leaning in for another kiss before he can say anything, tongue swiping along his lips, flicking against his piercing, and his hands immediately come to grip your hips. His hold tightens as you roll your hips onto his, feeling the bulge in his jeans when you repeat the motion, swallowing the groan he lets out. 
“Wait,” he pulls away, cursing when you pepper kisses along his jaw as you hum in question. “You know you don’t actually have to do anything right? I-I was just playing about needing payment.”
You pause, lips spreading into a smile when you lean back to stare at him. That intense stare he usually had when you were this close was gone, wide doe eyes taking its place as he looks at you, lips opened slightly as he huffs out a breath. 
“I mean, I kind of hoped you were playing around. I’d be a little concerned if your serious way of flirting sounded like the start of a porno,” you snicker, Jungkook joining in with your laughter. 
“I thought it was kinda hot. Were you not into it?” His thumbs rub against your hips, brows raised playfully at you but his mind was currently racing, desperately hoping you were into it. His eyes fall onto your thighs when you bring your hands back down, following them as you grip the hem of your shirt and pull it off of your body, letting it drop to the floor without a care. He takes you in, trying not to seem like a massive pervert by staring at your exposed chest but it was so hard when they were right in front of his face. 
“No, I think I’m into it.”
Jungkook practically sags in relief, the greenlight being the last thing he needed to let his earlier moral code slip. You were into it, you wanted him, so he wasn’t going to overthink it anymore. And you clearly weren’t either, instantly falling back into the motions, allowing yourself to get lost in it because god did you want this. You wanted it from the moment you saw him, the feeling intensifying each time you crossed paths, and now that he was beneath you, his hands guiding your hips along his, you weren’t going to let the opportunity pass. 
A trail of fire flows along his skin as your hands make a path down his chest, teasing touches on his stomach that makes his abs tense up, hips bucking up into yours when you fiddle with the button of his pants. A groan dies in his throat when you gently bite down on his lower lip, pulling it back before letting it snap against his teeth, shiny with your saliva. 
“Wanna take these off,” you mumble out, already undoing the button and zipper, shimmying off his lap a bit to tug them off. Jungkook lets his head fall back against the cushion, a lazy smile on his lips as he watches, raising his hips when you ask him to so you can properly yank them off of him entirely. 
“Yeah? Let me take these off too.” His fingers dip into the waistband of your shorts, tracing along the band of your underwear. 
“Let me do this first,” you breathe out, a glimmer of mischief in your eyes that makes his heart race in his chest. 
“Do what?” He can barely utter out the question, the words dying on his tongue as you start to kiss down his body. Your lashes flutter up at him when you reach his tummy, tongue gently tracing the bold lines of the doberman tattoo on his left side, hearing him hiss as you move onto the one on his right side, tracing each curve and line before you continue down, settling between his legs on the floor. With bated breath your fingers hook into the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down and revealing his hardened length. 
Now you know why Jungkook was confident, cocky in that easy going way that didn’t make you cringe. Any man with a dick like this deserved the right to behave the way he did, to stare at you with hooded eyes and a smirk on his lips as he asks, “Like what you see?”
Judging by the look on your face, slowly nodding along, you clearly do. You take a brief moment to admire it, appreciating the view of his cock against his stomach, how the pink tip had started to leak beads of precum, pooling at the top before dripping down beside the vein on the underside. With a small exhale you’re reaching forward, wrapping your fingers around his length and marveling at the size, how it seemed to dwarf your hands in comparison. 
“Fuck, where were you hiding this?” you whisper, softly sliding your palm up, thumb swiping at his tip before coming back down. Jungkook’s stomach tenses up at the sensation, a deep groan filling the air. 
“So big. I don’t know how it’s gonna fit in me.” It’s mainly spoken to yourself, but Jungkook heard it loud and clear. Your hand could barely wrap around him, and he can already picture the way you’ll look as he splits you open, stretching you out as you begged for more. His cock twitches in your palm as he imagines it, making a small gasp leave your mouth when you notice. 
Oh you could tell Jungkook was very much into that. 
Jungkook is patient, letting you take your time as you lean forward, your breath felt against him before you’re sticking your tongue out and giving his tip a tentative lick. As your mouth wraps around him, a sigh of your name meets your ears, his hands clenching by his sides when you start to sink down. 
“Fuck,” he groans out, a small laugh following suit as his head falls back, leveling out when you hollow out your cheeks as you suck. Your eyes meet his, the hooded stare he gives you making warmth blossom inside of you, falling into a steady rhythm that makes the prettiest sounds escape him. 
You’re determined to make him feel good, sinking as far as you can and marveling at the way he curses under his breath. His teeth bite down on his lower lip when you pull up and suckle on his head, tongue flicking along the sensitive spot underneath, making his hips buck into you for more. Your hand glides along his length as you continue teasing him, the taste of him lingering on your tongue as more beads of precum leak out, licking down his shaft and tracing the vein he has. You purse your lips above his cock, letting spit gather on your tongue before you’re sticking it out, allowing a thick glob to drip onto his head,  looking up at him with a wicked smile as you spread it around to make a bigger mess. Jungkook can barely breathe at the sight, brows pinching together when you curve your tongue around his length before sliding him back in your mouth with a wet slurp. 
“You look so pretty,” he rasps out, a smile on his face as he lifts his hand, bringing it to cup your jaw, thumb rubbing your cheek, feeling the bulge of his cock pressing against it. Your eyes water slightly as his tip hits the back of your throat, slurping messily each time you come up, lips shiny as you pull off of him and smile while your hands jerk him off. His thumb swipes your bottom lip, fingers digging into your cheek to turn your face when you try to wrap your lips around him again. 
He was mesmerized as he watched you, the slowly brewing pleasure making his entire body buzz, had him fighting the urge to fuck up into your mouth. As inviting as your mouth was, he had other plans for you. 
“You had a taste, it’s my turn now.” He chuckles at the tiny pout of confusion on your lips, your hand still jerking him off slowly, and it takes all his willpower to reach down and hook his hands under your arms to haul you up.  The second you get back onto your feet his fingers are hooking into your shorts, yanking them down along with your underwear before you can say anything. 
“Wait, what are you doing?” Laughter laces your syllables when he brings you with him, a giddy smile on his lips as he falls onto his back, maneuvering you back on his lap. You can feel his cock right underneath you, your wetness only adding onto the mess on his length already. 
“I told you. I need a taste.” His hands are roaming your thighs, gliding up and down, coming around to grip your ass and start to push you up. Your palm comes to rest on his chest, not exactly sure where he’s trying to guide you towards. An all too eager look is on his face, his eyes taking your body in now that you were fully exposed on top of him, tracing each slope and curve with pure lust etched on his features. “I want you to sit on my face.”
His words make your breath hitch, eyes going wide as you process it. “Jungkook,” you start, both hands on his chest now, “I’ve never done that before.”
He stops pushing you instantly, but his hands continue to rub along your skin. “Well, there’s no wrong way to do it. As long as you’re comfortable with it, all you gotta do is come up here and let me do the rest.”
“I’m not gonna suffocate you?”
“I hope you do.”
“Jungkook!” you laugh, swatting his chest playfully. “I’m serious.”
“I am too,” he chuckles. “But seriously, it’ll be fine. C’mon.” With a gentle slap to your ass, you’re letting him push you further up his body, a nervous smile on your lips. He shuffles down the couch slightly, his large palms continuing to guide you to the right spot, not satisfied until your knees are on either side of his head, hovering right above him. 
You don’t have time to feel mortified about how exposed this position has you, not when he groans in appreciation at his point of view. As you look down, you see a peek of him between your thighs, his eyes glazed over as he stares at your folds inches away from him. 
“Trust me, you’re doing me a favor right now,” he mumbles out, gripping your thighs as he peppers kisses onto your skin, following a trail up until the final kiss is pressed right on your clit. Your hand shoots forward to grip the arm rest when he teasingly licks your slit, a shaky breath leaving your lips as he eases you into the motions. The last thing he wanted to do was dive in too strong and freak you out, despite how badly he wanted to, so he ever so slowly starts to lead your hips lower onto him. 
You don’t realize it at first, too focused on the feeling of his tongue circling your aching clit, but before you know it the gap between you ceases to exist. His fingers dig into your ass, giving it a good grope as he moans against your folds, eyes fluttering shut while he enjoys every second. 
“Fuck, Jungkook,” you shudder, moaning when he urges you to roll your hips on top of him, wanting you to get lost in the feeling of it all. He makes it easy, shamelessly eating you out, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking, less wary about his actions now that you were clearly enjoying it. 
He tries not to smile when your moans get louder, instead his eyes open up, getting a glorious view of your tits and the pretty faces you make as you call out his name. One hand leaves your ass, coming around to grab your own hand and guide it to his hair, wanting you to touch him, to yank his hair as hard as you want. The second your fingers slip through his strands, his eyes flutter shut once more, groaning against your messy folds when you pull it, grinding above him on your own. 
You’re not sure why you’ve never done this before, thoroughly enjoying being on top, seeing his face caged between your thighs, feeling the way he slowly lets go of control to allow you to seek out your own pleasure. His hands now glide around your body, goosebumps flaring up on your skin as he caresses you, feeling the motion of your body while you roll your hips. 
The heat slowly curls in your stomach, spreading throughout you in a delicious burn that leaves you searching for more. Every now and then you feel his nose nudge along your swollen nub, sending sparks of pleasure up your spine, yanking his hair with more force until he’s moaning into your cunt. 
Jungkook feels like he’s in heaven now, never having been more thankful for a shitty AC unit to break, he knows he wouldn’t mind being buried between your thighs. He can feel the wetness coating his mouth and chin, practically drowning in you, but the way you chant his name sounds like his favorite song so he doesn’t mind it at all. 
“C-close, I’m close,” you stutter, chest hiccuping as you attempt to catch your breath, head falling back, eyes shutting with small bursts of light flashing behind your lids. He seems to come back to life at that, enjoying the small shriek you let out when his hands grip your hips once again to speed up the motion, tongue pressing harder against you. That last bit of friction seems to be the tipping point, the pleasure boiling over as you cum on his tongue. 
“Oh my god,” you choke out. Jungkook moans unabashedly when he feels you gush, guiding your sloppy hips to help you ride out your orgasm, the twitch of your thighs signaling the aftershocks. A slightly delirious laugh escapes you when he continues to suck on your clit, your body tensing from the overstimulation, and you have to yank his head away from you. The sting on his scalps makes him groan, a teasing smirk on his lips that you finally see when he allows you to lift your hips. 
“Are you trying to kill me?” you breathe out in disbelief, resting your weight on the arm rest, not trusting your shaky thighs to hold you up, especially when he kisses your inner thighs. 
“That’s no fun,” he murmurs, pressing another wet kiss to your skin before landing a playful smack to your ass, smarting your skin and once again groping it because he just couldn’t get enough. You laugh under your breath, slowly making your way off of him with trembling legs, his hand coming out to help stabilize you when you stumble. “And here I thought you’d be able to hold yourself up for what's next.”
He’s already sitting himself up, paying no mind to the way his cock throbs, ignoring the small pool of precum that had gathered on his stomach dripping down—you don’t though, your eyes are locked onto it. “For what's next?” you squeak out, remembering just how big he is, and its enough for more wetness to coat your thighs
“Yeah,” he sighs, standing up now, hands reaching out to hold your hips and pull you into him, feeling his length press against your tummy. One hand comes up to push your hair back, tucking it behind your ear as he stares down at you. “You still want this right?” he wonders, eyes searching yours for any sign of uncertainty, but you’re nodding instantly. 
“I do,” you whisper, lips curling up into a smile when your hand reaches forward and wraps around his hard length. He hisses under his breath when you teasingly stroke him, eyes locked onto yours, slowly inching closer until his mouth is kissing along your jaw, lips right beside your ear. 
“Let me take care of you.” His breath tickles your ear, making a shiver course through you as you continue to pump him. “Don’t worry about your little bambi legs, I’ll make sure they don’t even touch the floor.”
“What do you me—Oh!” you gasp, suddenly feeling his hands scoop you up by your ass, his length right in between you, pressed into your messy folds as he holds you close. A cocky smile is on his lips as he rolls his hips into you, enjoying the shaky breath you release, how your chest brushes up against his. 
Your hands grip onto his shoulders, excitement evident in your eyes when he starts to move, holding you in his arms like it was nothing. You know you’re secure in his grasp, so you get more confident, allowing your fingers to trace along his arms, following each ridge of his muscles as they bulge. The ticklish feeling makes him smile, looking down at you when he finally presses you against the nearest wall, your legs hooking around his waist to keep him as close as possible. 
“Mm, feels good,” you sigh, biting down on your lip when he starts rolling his hips into yours again. His length slips between your folds perfectly, coated in your arousal, head of his cock nudging against your clit with each thrust. “Wanna feel more of you, please.”
“Yeah?” He removes one hand to slip between your bodies, holding you in place as he grabs his length, pulling his hips back slightly to guide the tip of it to your entrance. His gaze falls down, locked onto the visual of your sodden lips, the sheen of your arousal already making a mess of his cock, more wetness felt when he teasingly circles his head around your entrance. “Like this?”
“M-more,” you moan, jaw slacked open as you look down too, breath stuttering when you see him slowly start to push forward. It’s a small taste, a tiny stretch that makes your stomach tense up before he pulls back again with a smirk, clearly enjoying it. He seems entranced with it, with the feeling of your tight walls sucking in the first inch of him, almost begging him to push in all the way, inviting him into your warmth. 
But Jungkook loves the buildup too much. Each tiny thrust has your brows pinching on your forehead, frustration etched between them, shown in the way your feet dig into his back, not as thrilled with his game. He shushes the small groan you release with a kiss, messier than before, lips smacking together as he pushes in another inch before retracting. His harsh breath fans against you, the desperation felt as he deepens the kiss, moaning into your mouth when he repeats the action. 
Heat prickles your skin, knowing he was also teasing himself, getting off on the delayed pleasure. Jungkook seemed determined to hold off until it seemed impossible, until the way you tighten around his walls was too good to escape. He can tell how wet you are, dripping down your thighs, knowing if he just moved his hands over on your ass he would feel it. 
A growl comes from the back of his throat when you purposefully clench around him, tightening around the head of his cock so deliciously it makes his hips stutter. “Be patient,” he rasps against your lips, his tongue licking back into your mouth, hearing you moan as it tangles with yours. 
Your fingers yank at his hair once more, pulling him away for a brief moment so he can see you pout, hips never stopping. “I have been, you’re just—fuck—teasing me.” The slight whine in your tone makes him look at you fully, clouded eyes taking in the almost pained look on your face. He mimics your pout, nudging his nose against yours before he’s relenting and pressing another wet kiss to your lips. 
“You’re right,” he mumbles, pulling out before finally pushing back in, slowly easing inch by inch into you, relishing in the stretch that accompanies it. Your nails dig into his shoulders, half moons left in their wake as your palm spreads out when he bottoms out, leaving you absolutely breathless. This was even better than what he was imagining earlier and Jungkook thinks he loves this more than the teasing, the debauched look on your face, mouth dropped open as you moan out, still desperate for more. And he gives it to you. 
He holds you firmly in place as he starts to fuck you properly, slowly building up his pace, allowing you time to adjust to his size, wanting to know just how far he could push you before it was too much. Before long he’s fluidly thrusting his hips into you, the wet squelch of your pussy filling the room, blending in with your sweet cries. 
“Thank you, thank you,” you chant, sounding delirious as he fills you up, eyes fluttering shut and missing the endeared look on his face as he stares at you. He nudges his way into your neck, kissing your heated skin, tongue peeking out to lick before he was sucking, marking your throat in hues of purple, groaning against you when you tighten your walls at the feeling.  
“I told you I’d take care of you,” he grunts, licking along the tiny masterpiece he created on your skin, hips never slowing. His cock splits you open so easily, gliding in with no resistance thanks to your arousal, allowing him to make a home in your walls. 
Jungkook seems to concentrate for a moment, eyes narrowing slightly as he stares at your face, dipping his hips a bit to angle himself differently. It’s not until you’re gasping, eyes widening up and hands scrambling to clutch onto him, that he knows he found it. “There, right?” He knows it, can tell by the way you seem to gush around him, how your hips start to buck in his hold when he continues to hit the same spot. 
“Yes, there. Keep going.” It's cute that you think he’ll stop. It’s not like you give him much of a choice either, not with the way your feet hook together behind him, hands tugging him closer until your chest presses against his. 
“I felt you cum on my tongue already, let me feel you cum on my cock baby.” His voice is deeper now, feeling his own lust taking over his body, leaving his nerves tingling as he fucks you. His thighs are tense as he holds his position, abs clenching with each thrust, getting closer to his release with every roll of his hips. “Make yourself cum. Go on, touch yourself.”
A small whimper leaves your swollen lips, leaning up to kiss him some more, one hand sliding between your body. He moans softly when your fingers trail across his chest, teasingly grazing his nipple before gliding down his torso, reaching between you until your fingers are meeting your clit. Jungkook can feel when you start to circle your sensitive nub, the slick making your fingers slip occasionally, knuckles nudging his lower stomach, mewling into his mouth at the combined sensation. He pushes you harder against the wall, teeth nipping the flesh of your lip with the right force, licking away the dull ache with a flick of his tongue. 
“I’m leaving you looking like a mess,” he chuckles, a short moan following suit when you pulse around him. “Messy, messy baby, drooling over my cock. But so pretty.” His words make your head spin, thick with lust, dripping onto your skin and fueling the speed of your own fingers. He seems to appreciate your new found determination to cum, hunger swirling in his eyes as he watches you. “Fuck, just like that. Good girl.”
He smirks when you quiver, your head falling back with a thump against the wall, breath stuttering as the feeling overwhelms you. The deadly combination sets a fire within you, slowly creeping up your body, leaving your skin tingling, clouding your thoughts and leaving you desperate for anything. The hand on his shoulder tightens, makes pain flare up from the way your nails dig into his skin but it only urges him on, has him fucking you faster, paying no mind to the burn in his muscles from exertion. 
“Mm, I can feel you squeezing me. Are you close?” he drawls out, his eyes falling shut as he tries to ebb his orgasm away, wanting to feel you fall apart first. 
“Yes,” is all you can gasp out, back arching off the wall, nipples hard against his chest as you push towards him. Your thighs tremble around his waist, hips bucking into your palm, moans getting breathier with each messy figure eight rubbed into your clit. 
“Fuck, Jungkook.” The guttural moan of his name is needy, drawn out in a way that makes him want to remember it forever. Your second orgasm of the night racks through you, has your body tensing up as you cream his cock, fingers still circling your clit with tiny shocks coursing up your spine. Jungkook’s mouth drops open in amazement, eyes glued to where you connect, seeing the strings of your orgasm coating his thick cock each time he pulls back, helping you ride out your high. 
“Shit,” he groans, reconnecting your lips in a breathless kiss as he speeds up. Your hand is sticky as you remove it from your folds, gently placing it against his ribs, thumb rubbing along his skin while he kisses you. He welcomes his climax, lets down his walls now that he knows you’re fully satisfied. His hips grow sloppy, quick bursts into you that lose their earlier grace, whiny little moans reaching your ears and having you tighten your sensitive walls around him. 
“Gonna cum,” he pants out, forehead pressed against yours, chest heaving as the feeling overtakes him. Before you can protest he’s pulling out of you, messy length slapping against his stomach with wet smack, pressing against your folds as he continues to thrust. The overstimulation has you mewling, fingers finding their place in his hair as you tighten your grip, accepting the hushed apology spoken through wet kisses as he tries to find his high. “I know, I know, I’m sorry. I’m close.”
“Jungkook, cum for me. Please. I wanna see you cum.” He lets you yank his head back, allowing you to see his face twisted up in pleasure, brows pinched together in a beautiful scowl, jaw clenched together. All it takes is a few more thrusts before his hips are stuttering and he’s cumming with a guttural moan of your name, warm spurts of cum splashing out onto your tummy, leaving you even messier than before. 
“Oh shit,” he gasps, rutting against you like he just couldn’t get enough, not caring about the dull pain he feels from his sensitive cock as he overstimulates himself, finally coming to a still a moment later. 
For a brief moment the only sound in the room is your harsh breaths and the whirring of the AC in the background. But your small giggle is what breaks the silence, seeing the dopey smile on his face before he leans forward again to kiss you softly, his hands gently setting you down, keeping their hold on you to make sure you wouldn’t immediately crumble. 
“You good Bambi?” he laughs when he pulls away, enjoying the look you give him, squeezing your sides and kissing you once more. 
“Yeah, I’m good. Just a little…messy,” you trail off, looking down at yourself, seeing the globs of cum all over your stomach and feeling the mess between your thighs. With another laugh, you’re grabbing his hand, leading the both of you into your bathroom to clean up. 
Jungkook is gentle as he cleans you up, soft conversation spoken through kisses, allowing you to scurry off to get a new change of clothes, leaving him alone for just a moment. When you reemerge from your bedroom a few minutes later you see him shimmying back into his jeans, the earlier shirt he wore now on his body, letting you actually see what it said. It’s a graphic of an old Volkswagen, retro styled words on top that read ‘Your Mom’s Favorite Ride Since ‘69’. It makes you laugh as you approach him, fingers coming up to trace each letter, poking at his nipple for fun. 
“Cute,” you mumble, snickering when he swats your hand away. 
“Stop trying to tempt me again, I’m back on the clock.” Still, he wraps his hand around your wrist and yanks you closer, getting another taste of your lips. With much hesitance, you’re letting him get back to work. 
“Can I watch?” you wonder, hands on your hips as he grabs the second unit and enters your room this time. You follow behind him, seeing the way he looks back at you with a sly smirk on his face. 
“You can always watch.” The wink he sends you makes your cheeks warm up, the innuendo not lost on you as you perch on your bed to observe him once more. 
He works more smoothly this time, easily installing the second unit, even letting you hand him his tools as he asks for them. Just as he plugs it in and turns it on to test it actually worked, you’re clearing your throat. You felt like there was a small elephant in the room now that you’ve had sex, and maybe Jungkook was used to casual sex and didn’t feel the need to discuss anything, but this was not your norm. Did anything even need to be said?
“Jungkook, we’re friends right?” you say softly, chin resting on your knee. He turns to look at you curiously, a smile on his lips as he steps closer to you. 
“Of course we are.” There’s no underlying tone to his voice. “Why?”
Your fingers fiddle with your bedsheets, finding it a little hard to make eye contact with him while you speak about this. You were used to intimacy with relationships, clear boundaries in place with no need to have a ‘what are we?’ conversation. But this felt like you were walking a fine line, not able to find the right words to say. 
“Just want to make sure nothing changes after today.”
He hums in thought, judging by your tone he can tell you’re a little nervous so he refrains from making any of the dumb little jokes he’s used to. “Do you want anything to change?”
Jungkook isn’t sure what he wants your answer to be, not exactly certain what route he’d prefer to take with this. He really wasn’t someone who pursued relationships too often, enjoying the casual flings that gave him the freedom to do as he pleased. Considering you just said you want to make sure nothing changes after today he’s assuming you want the same. Jungkook wasn’t opposed to having this be a casual thing, enjoying the sex far too much, knowing he’ll most likely be thinking about it for weeks to come. But if you wanted to strictly stay friends, writing this off as a moment of weakness, he could be fine with that too. 
“No, not exactly.” Your lips purse in thought, finally looking up at him, seeing him waiting patiently. “But you make it so hard.”
He laughs now. “What do you mean?”
“You pulled me in too close and now this is all I’ll be thinking about. You’re too tempting to be friends with.” Your voice is playful, nerves slowly fading away when you realize he’s putting no pressure on you. You knew you were too busy for a relationship right now, but Jungkook had given you a taste, and now you were hooked. The initial assumption that you could have this be a one and done situation was wrong, already feeling your body react as you thought of what just transpired. 
Jungkook’s gaze looks down, seeing you hook your finger into his belt loop, tugging him closer to you on the edge of the bed. He smiles once more, knowing exactly what you mean. 
“We could be friends,” he murmurs, the emphasis on that word not lost on you as his hand cups your cheek and lifts your head up. When you smile up at him, eyes twinkling with excitement, he can’t stop himself from kissing you. Jungkook doesn’t let himself think about anything else, doesn’t worry about the way you’ve both potentially set yourselves up for failure. 
Jungkook just kisses you, pretending like he hadn’t lingered in your bathroom earlier, sneakily rummaging under your sink and loosening up a pipe ever so slightly to ensure you’d call him back to fix the leak he knows will show up in a few days. 
You could totally be friends.
9K notes · View notes