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Coquette | 3

bts x fuckgirl!reader high school!au | series warnings: smut, sexual themes, polygamy, angst, foul language, cheating

genre: angst, romance, smut

chapter warning: mentions of violence, underage drinking, detailed description of drug usage, somewhat smut

continuation status: yes | possibly | no

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word count: 4,772

Your heart skipped a beat once your eyes laid upon his sweaty figure, hair disheveled, clinging to his forehead and his white wife-beater shaded a deep grey due to sweat from his armpits. He panted heavily and his arms, neck, and tip of his nose glistened in the sunlight, giving off a glowing aura that suit him perfectly. You were nearly about to whip out the “Hey Jimin! What are you doing here?” line until you remembered: He was your next door neighbor.

Either way, you still greeted him. “Hey Jimin. What’s up?”

He looked you up and down before digging in his pocket, pausing his music. “Hey y/n..” his chest heaved up and down as he attempted to catch his breath. “Ah, just went for a jog. You?”

“Was over at Taehyung’s,” you shrugged truthfully. He tensed up before slowly nodding. “I guess I’ll get going home then-”

“Wait! Are you going to Hoseok’s party?” you cut him off eagerly. He looked taken aback as he nodded at your question, leaving you with a growing grin on your face.

“When was it again? Next Thursday?”

“Yeah. His parents are heading outta town apparently 'til Sunday. Anyways, I gotta go. See you later I guess?” he frowned, walking straight past you until he reached his front lawn and entered his house, slamming the door closed. You watched him blankly until his figure disappeared and let out a sigh as you headed towards your own lawn, walking up the short steps before entering your home. You greeted your parents curtly before heading upstairs to your room.

Looking at the clock, you saw it was already 8pm and you felt quite worn out all thanks to Taehyung, and you were about to jump onto your bed and pass out, when your phone vibrated in your pocket.

You rolled over and groaned as you pulled it out and unlocked it. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion due to the fact that a blocked number had texted you.

**BLOCKED NUMBER** @ 8:24PM: you seriously fucked taehyung didnt you?? how pathetic

You reread the message over and over in your head, shifting your position so you were now sitting up.

You @ 8:24PM: who is this?

**BLOCKED NUMBER** @ 8:24PM: lol, im sure you can take a guess who y/n

You rolled your eyes.

You @ 8:25PM: jungkook then huh. how the hell are you texting me? i blocked you

**BLOCKED NUMBER** @ 8:25PM: that doesnt matter. just fuck off will you? youre fucking lucky youre a girl or else i wouldve beaten your ass by now

You @ 8:25PM: as if you would. also, dont act like im the only one who initiated it! tae was just as into it as i was, if not then more :)

After you sent that text, you didn’t get a reply. You snickered to yourself and tossed your phone back down onto your bed, heading towards the bathroom to take a hot shower. You twisted the nob before pulling the handle out on the hot water setting, sighing in relief once the shower head began spraying, some droplets of water hitting your clothed shoulder. You took a pair of pajamas out from the closet in your room and rid your body of the dirty clothes you wore out.

You were about 5 minutes into your shower when your mother knocked on the door before opening it.

“You got a text, y/n. I was just in your room to lay out your laundry,” she placed your phone on the sink counter, exiting the bathroom. You stepped out with a sigh while patting your feet of excess water against the rug, prior to grabbing your phone and unlocking it.

Your hand flung up to cover your mouth as your eyes laid upon the image Jungkook had sent you.

It was Taehyung. Except, his normally beautiful side profile was littered in cuts and bruises. Blood trailed down his busted lip in a thin line, on the bridge of his nose there was a visible slit that looked like it had been obviously wiped away at, as there had been dried, dark brown blood crusted around it, and underneath his eye looked swollen and almost shut closed - you knew it would form a bruise later.

The thing is, in the picture, he was casually sitting down on a textured brown cotton couch - the same one you remembered you gave Jungkook a handjob on - with his arms leaning behind the couch, and it even looked as if he was smiling while most likely staring off into a TV, as some sort of light source lit up his usually tanned skin.

You tore your eyes away from the picture shortly after, deleting it from the messages so you wouldn’t gaze upon it again. Did Jungkook do that himself? How fucking angry could he have managed to get from knowing you had sex with Taehyung?

Instead of replying to Jungkook’s vile photo, you texted Taehyung instead.

You @ 8:33PM: tae! what did jungkook do to you??

You had gotten a reply almost immediately.

Taehyungie ♥ @ 8:33PM: Jimin snaked on you to him about us

Taehyungie ♥ @ 8:34PM: Kook got pissed but it’s all good now. Why?

You let out a scoff in disbelief and quickly typed out a message in response so you could hurry with your shower.

You @ 8:34PM: because he just sent me a pic of what happened and i was worried is all. but dont you think thats .. idk fucked up?

Taehyungie ♥ @ 8:34PM: I’m not the only one who got fucked up 😂 But he’s just mad about us so he needs to deal w it you know

'Us’? Did Taehyung think he and you were exclusive now? Your eyebrow quirked and you let out a short snicker, setting your phone back down on the counter so you could hurry and finish washing off, leaving Taehyung on read.

After you got out, you simply agreed with him and told him you were heading to bed as an attempt to quickly cut off the conversation. You couldn’t help but think that Taehyung was starting to develop a crush on you. I mean - you HAD been the one to take his virginity away, and smoothly at that.

And you were right. As soon as you left, all he could think about was you. The thing is, Taehyung knew about you already and he knew you messed with Jungkook, his friend; but he couldn’t help but see the good in you. He thought that maybe, he could be the one to change you if you bonded enough because you already shared the same interests. Oh, the poor boy.

That doesn’t mean Jungkook didn’t warn him either. ‘She’ll use you, all she’s good for is sleeping around!’ he hissed. ‘Whatever, I don’t care. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.’

And Jungkook told the rest of his friends, too. But the difference when it came to boys and girls was that boys never cared, since they obviously weren’t the ones who would get hurt - right?

Once Monday came, you trudged through the school corridors in boredom, gently flicking the hair that fell out of your neat ponytail from your face.

Heads all shot towards your direction, but you ignored them as you already knew what they were probably wondering. ‘Where’s Yugyeom, y/n?’ you inwardly mocked them bitterly at the thought. You already knew where he was, though; you saw him right before you entered the school building, feeling up a girl you knew as Irene against the stairs’ railing in front of the entrance doors. You couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous, pretty much forgetting how you slept with Taehyung as the image of a naked Yugyeom raided your mind.

You were so lost in your thoughts, that you didn’t even notice you bumped straight into Taehyung’s firm back.

“Oh, sorr-” you started, pausing once he turned around and made eye contact with you. Great, just what you needed.

He was standing with his friends, two of them who you recognized as Hoseok and, surprise surprise, Jimin himself. The others you had seen before but didn’t know their names. He wore a band aid over his nose bridge and his eye looked slightly less swollen, but there was still a bit of crusted, dry blood that built up in the slit on his bottom lip where you assumed Jungkook struck him.

“Oh, hey y/n,” he smiled warmly. You could feel Jimin’s eyes burning holes in your face as he stared at you and Taehyung, most likely waiting for you to fuck up over your words.

With all your might, you managed to pull a bright smile while staring up at him bashfully and pulled him in for a hug. His grip on your smaller figure tightened the longer you held him, and you peaked a glance at Jimin, whose glare still pierced through your soul. You gave him a small smirk and a wink, quickly before pulling away from Taehyung’s warm chest. You pretended as if you hadn’t just been eyeing up Jimin’s aggressive frame as you made small talk with Taehyung instead.

“How are you? Aish, Jungkook really did a number on your face..” you murmured quietly as you stroked his cheek. “It’s a shame, but I’d be lying if I said you still didn’t look as hot as ever.”

He leaned into your touch and closed his eyes, shoulders heaving gently as a chuckle erupted from his chest. “He’s got it worse than I did. Fucker shouldn’t have started it,” he pouted.

“Yah-!” Jimin snapped, causing Taehyung to avert his attention to the boy who obviously wanted nothing but to get away from your presence. “Class starts in a few minutes. Let’s go, I’m not gonna be late again,” his eyes rolled.

“Ah- go on then,” Taehyung swatted him away. “Y/n, wanna catch up or something at lunch?”

Jimin just scoffed before he and the rest of his friends headed off towards their separate classes, Hoseok following after him casually.

“Hmm,” you pretended to ponder for a moment, grabbing your chin. “Yes!”

Taehyung grinned and his eyes squinted upwards for a moment before he nodded. “Alright then! I’ll see you later,” he exhaled before leaning down and brushing his lips against your cheek. He saluted you playfully as he walked backwards, heading off towards his classes.

You and Taehyung sat at the table you normally sat at. He hadn’t even bothered passing his usual table where the rest of his friends were.

He also had asked you the question you were basically dreading the most: ‘What are we?’

Oh, how you’ve heard that one far too many times for your liking.

But, it was at that moment that you knew this could go either two ways. So you chose the option that sounded more pleasing to you.

“What do you want us to be?”

“I don’t know, y/n.. I really like you; I don’t wanna sound controlling, but if you just plan on fucking around then I don’t think we can do this anymore you know?”

You set your water bottle down, leaning your elbows against the table. Looking him straight in his feline-like hooded eyes that almost seemed to mask his entire face from any emotion; you lied.

“Then I won’t.”

For the next few days, you and Taehyung hung out publicly, causing a suspicion to raise within the “community” of your fellow schoolmates. Jungkook, surprisingly, hadn’t uttered a single word to you since the night he texted you, and you weren’t sure if you were grateful or in denial. Jimin had also laid off of you (although he was never really on, considering he just passed on what you willingly informed him to Jungkook) but that never stopped the dirty stares you’d get from him in the halls.

Then came Thursday, the night of Hoseok’s party.

You were dressed casually in a mid thigh length black skirt and a white short sleeve turtle neck, deciding not to overdo it today. Your parents weren’t home; your father was working overnight and your mom went out of town to visit distant relatives, leaving you all alone for the night.

Hoseok’s parties were wild. He wasn’t voted, quote unquote, “most likely to die of kidney failure” by his classmates without a reason. Hennessy? He had it. Cocaine? He had it. Roofies?.. no one officially knows, but we’ll assume he had those too.

Despite what someone would normally assume for a guy who spent his entire high school year partying, his house wasn’t anything huge or fancy. Two stories with a front lawn, a backyard with a built-in pool, and, for whatever deemed necessary, a hot tub that looked as if it hadn’t been touched in years, sitting in the corner by a tree collecting dust.

As soon as you entered, Hoseok greeted you with a toothy, lopsided grin. He stumbled multiple times and you assumed he had already been shitfaced and high off of whatever drug he bought last week.

You greeted him and he ushered you off to the kitchen, demanding you take shots or else he’d “kick you out,” although you already knew he wouldn’t be able to do it himself from how much he stumbled and tripped over his own feet.

The thing you liked about Hoseok was that he was a rather chill guy. He, himself, was very much into casual flings and he never greeted you with a single grain of salt - it was almost as if he genuinely didn’t care what anyone said about you, let alone what you’d do with others. Even though you weren’t close enough to consider yourself friends, you’d like to think you were “close acquaintances.”

You took the shot glass from his hand and chuckled - everyone around the island table in the kitchen cheered you on, fists raising and lowering in the air as they chanted your name.

“Why are you guys so excited? It’s just a shot~” you teased as you dipped your head back, pouring the yellow-tinted liquid down your throat. You squeezed your eyes shut and let out a forceful cough as the alcohol burned your throat, resulting in Hoseok’s grainy laughter to fill your ears as he patted you on the back.

“O-oh, look at y/n!” he hiccuped while praising you. You chuckled mid cough and exhaled, setting down the shot glass back on the island counter before scratching the back of your neck, eyes wandering out of the cutout windowed area that separated the kitchen and led your view to the living room where many other students stood, bobbing their heads and dancing wildly to the music.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom to freshen up,” you gently swatted Hoseok away, not paying any attention to him in his drunken state behind you while he kept shouting about shots as you exited the kitchen and made your way up the stairs on the right side of the house. You’d gone over to his house tons of times for his parties, so you practically knew where everything and each room was. But, as you absentmindedly slammed the door to the bathroom opened, you had to double take at the scene in front of you.

There stood - or to put it properly, hunched - Jungkook and Jimin over the sink counter, both with a dollar bill rolled up in their hands and a thin, white line of cocaine spread out over a black card. Taehyung was right when he said Jungkook got it worse than him - he had dark purple bruises underneath both of his eyes, a huge band aid covered a gash on the left side of his forehead right below his hairline Jungkook jumped up upon hearing your presence and Jimin did the same, letting out a string of curses as his face scrunched up and he pinched his nose.

“Y/n?”

“Jungkook?”

You both called out each others name simultaneously, too awestricken to move from your positions.

“What the fuck, y/n!? Get out,” hissed Jimin as he made his way towards you, firmly gripping your wrist and yanked your hand off of the doorknob forcefully. You were still frozen in place, and a look of distraught washed over Jungkook’s paled features as he fidgeted in place.

He knew what you were about to ask, and as you opened your mouth to speak, he shut his eyes tightly, hoping everything would disappear and it was all a dream. “Isn’t your dad a cop, Kook?”

“Y/n, that’s enough,” Jimin warned you, letting go of your wrist. He tried to shove you out of the doorway but you wouldn’t budge. Instead, you walked past him further into the bathroom and shut the door yourself, still preoccupied with Jungkook. With folded arms, you cocked your head to the side and tapped your foot against the tile flooring, waiting for an explanation.

“So fucking what?” he muttered weakly. With a sigh, he pushed back the black card further towards the mirror and tossed the dollar into the sink, rubbing his frown lines intently.

“Couldn’t you get into deep shit if he ever found out? I mean, screw the weed and alcohol. This is cocaine we’re talking about!”

He rolled his eyes. “And why the fuck do you care? Just fuck off, will you?”

“Hoseok? You get it from him?” you ignored his question.

“No.” he scoffed. “Who do you think he gets it from, dumbass?” Jungkook’s eyes widened as he realized he accidentally outed himself to you.

“You’re telling me.. you sell drugs? You, as in Jeon Jungkook?” you slowly questioned in disbelief.

“I swear to God if you tell anyone y/n-”

“You’ll do what?” you cut him off. “You don’t know a thing about me. What you do know, so does everyone else.” you shrugged.

He exhaled deeply, shifting his weight to his other foot. “Fine. What do you want then?”

“I want a line, too!”

You hadn’t remembered that Jimin was still in the bathroom until the door creaked open and a giggly girl stumbled in with a boy, slightly taller than her with his hands attached to her waist. Her eyes found your annoyed ones and upon seeing all three of your presences, she blushed profusely and apologized, slamming the door shut behind her and the boy as they left.

Jungkook’s attention reverted back to you and he scoffed in disbelief. “What? Why, so you can rat me out when you get caught high off your fucking mind? No thanks.”

“Jungkook, I’m pretty sure I can handle one little line of fucking coke. Try me,” you smirked.

“Alright then. But when you get caught doing some dumb shit, don’t come running to me.”

He pulled out a small ziploc baggy from his back pocket and emptied the remaining containments onto the black card, and using a razor you hadn’t noticed on the counter before, he began scraping at and separating the coke into three thin lines.

“Just use-just use the dollar in the sink,” he pointed out, wiping his nose on the back of his hand a few times. You nodded and bent your head down to line it up with the drug, taking a deep breath before inhaling sharply.

Once it passed through your nose, you immediately began coughing and rubbing your nostrils frantically, displeased with the foreign feeling and Jimin laughed at you, pushing you over gently so he could snort a line of his own. He obviously took it way better than you did, giving off the impression he had done this many times before, which honestly worried you. Not only for Jimin, but Jungkook as well. They may have both hated your guts, but you weren’t so horrible that you didn’t feel a bit uneasy for them once you caught them red handed.

Jimin let out a sigh in relief and kicked his head back while he leaned against the counter. You backed out of the way as Jungkook replaced you in your spot, taking the dollar from between your fingertips and inhaled the rest of the cocaine. He leaned his elbows against the counter silently.

“Fuck..” you muttered lowly, sliding down the wall in regret as you attempted to calm your nerves. You rubbed your head quietly, peaking up at the two boys in front of you who were still standing at the sink, as silent as could be. Jimin grabbed out a thin flask from his back pocket, sparking an interest inside of you as he opened it and poured the contaminants down his throat.

“You’re not gonna drink what Hoseok brought?” you frowned, curling your knees up to your chest as you watched him. His gaze snapped towards you, except he paused and did a double take, eyes trailing down much farther from where your own were. A smirk reached his lips before he took another sip from his flask, shaking his head no.

“Why would I drink that shit? I don’t have a death wish just yet.”

You scoffed in amusement sarcastically. “Gotta agree with you on that one!”

“I’m gonna head downstairs real quick,” Jungkook stretched. “you need anything?”

“Nah, I’m good,” Jimin rubbed the back of his neck mischievously. Jungkook nodded and headed out of the bathroom, leaving just the two of you alone.

Jimin watched as his taller friend shut the door and cleared his throat. “By the way, nice panties.”

“Wha-” you mumbled in confusion, only to look down and realize you were still wearing a skirt. Your eyes widened and you laid your legs down by your side, before laughing it off casually. “Thanks - I wore them specially for this occasion, you know.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if you did.”

“Good then I guess?”

“How’s Taehyung?”

Your breath hitched your throat, failing to go unnoticed by Jimin. ‘Stay calm,’ you reminded yourself.

“He’s doing great. Why can’t you ask him yourself?”

“I’d assume his girlfriend of all people would know.. I mean, he hasn’t been spending that much time with us anymore.” he shrugged, tossing his now empty flask onto the counter. He knew exactly what he was doing - and you say this in confidence - but you weren’t going to let him get underneath your skin.

“Girlfriend?” you cocked a brow. “Is that what he told you?”

Jimin nodded.

“Well, that’s odd, because he never mentioned we were dating.. To me.”

“Don’t you like him, though?”

You rolled your eyes at his seemingly innocent question. “I don’t, and never will, like anybody.” you quoted “like.”

“Then why are you with him?” by now, you could tell he was just trying to get something out of you.

“Tae’s a cool guy,” you shrugged. “why do you care so much?”

Jimin’s eyes narrowed. He walked over to you, blocking your view from the mirror where you stood.

“Because, if you do any shady shit, I’ll have your neck on the roof of my fucking car.”

It was your turn for your eyes to narrow. “What's with all the threats from you guys? Calm the fuck down, it’s not like I’m gonna murder him!”

“Just watch what you fucking do!” he hissed.

A smirk grew on your lips. “You mean like this?” you reached your hand out to grab hold of his crotch.

His breath hitched his throat and his eyes widened as he stared down at you in disbelief, unable to form a proper sentence, mouth opening and shutting like a fish out of water.

“W-what're you-”

Your grip tightened and he winced, still staring directly at you with his wide, chocolate brown orbs. He could act tough all he wanted, but every man had a weakness - it laid limp in their jeans.

“Tell me Jimin,” you leaned in, your lips grazing his ear gently as you whispered, “do you think it’s easy for boys to resist?”

You rubbed circles over his clothed crotch, enjoying the way his breathing patterns became ragged with pleasure. His voice was quiet, almost like he was in denial as he barely audibly whispered out, “Just stop, y/n..”

“Okay, I’ll stop,” you complied, removing your hand. “but are you sure that’s what you want right now?”

There was no doubt he began getting hard from your simple, firm touches. Maybe it was the drugs and the alcohol in his system that lead him to crumble at your feet.

“Fuck - but I can’t do this to Taehyung-”

“Don’t worry about him." you silenced him, pressing your soft lips to his wet, supple ones. He tasted of alcohol; leading you to deepen the kiss as your ran your tongue over his bottom lip, savoring the way it slightly burned your muscle.

Jimin’s arms wrapped tightly around your waist and he lifted you up, causing you to yelp slightly in shock, relaxing once your felt him set you down the counter where the sink was. His lips moved in sync with yours and his arms were now wrapped underneath each thigh, tugging you closer to him as your skirt hitched up between the cold marble and your skin.

He pressed his crotch tightly to yours and you let out a moan once your lips separated, wrapping your legs around him loosely, head kicked back while his tongue and lips sloppily glided across your jaw. He tugged your shirt off of your head rather quickly, leaving you in your black lacy push up bra, and he began attacking your neck with lazy kisses and gentle pokes of his tongue. Your left hand made its way to his soft brown hair, firmly gripping at the roots and he let out a guttural moan against your skin, earning a wave of pleasure to shoot straight down to your core.

“Fuck-! Jimin, I need you,” you whined, your right hand running up your side to firmly cup your breast.

“Just wait, kitten,” he murmured, mouth never leaving your neck. The way his tongue managed to send waves of heat over your body in contrast to the ice cold bathroom you made out in gave off an almost surreal experience.

Then, the door opened.

“You guys still-what the fuck?” Jungkook yelled, strutting over to Jimin to yank him off of you. You gasped in shock and scurried to tug your shirt back over your head, hopping off of the counter.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing!?” he scowled, aimed at no one in particular.

“Fuck..” you heard Jimin mutter, realization finally hitting him.

“Jungkook-” you started, only to get cut off by the fuming boy.

“No, what the fuck is this? Aren’t you with Taehyung?”

“Do-”

“No, I’m fucking telling him this shit. I knew it would happen, but this fucking fast? Jesus Christ, y/n!”

“And you,” Jungkook spat, pointing over at Jimin who held his head in his hands, refusing to meet anybody’s stare. “weren’t you preaching about this shit more than I was? The hell, Jimin?”

“It was a mistake, alright?” Jimin snapped, throwing his hands in the air.

“Tell him Jungkook, I dare you. Go on! But don’t be surprised if a little secret of your own gets spilled along the way.” you crossed your arms, watching as their heads snapped towards you in shock.

“What?” they both mumbled, disbelief written all over their faces.

“You’re literally cheating on Taehyung behind is back, and you think that’s the equivalent to selling drugs?” Jungkook’s voice lowered.

You felt guilty as soon as the words left your mouth, but there was no backtracking now. You were 100% sure that Jeon Jungkook officially, with his entire being, hated your guts.

You let out a frustrated sigh, gripping at your hair tightly as you thought of what to say.

“Just do whatever the fuck you want, Jungkook. I’m out.”

And with that, you left the party, not sparing the two a final glance as they watched your figure disappear down the stairs.

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