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↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; after receiving unpleasant news that doesn’t allow you to grow your family, your husband comes up with an idea that unfortunately involves his brother whom he despises
⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: tattoo artist!yoongi x reader
⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: angst, fluff, smut, mini series
⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language, rough sex, sex against the wall, shower sex, unprotected sex, handjob, dirty talk, slow and soft sex, dom!yoongi
⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 13.4k+
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You've come to Yoongi's tattoo shop by car.
The area where it's situated isn't gated and not exactly safe, it's not as awful as it might look or sound and there are definitely worse areas around and in Seoul, worth being wary of your surroundings even in this relatively safe country with a low crime rate. It doesn't mean there's no crime though. So you prefer to use your car, especially in the dark evenings.
Though, you haven't expected Yoongi's mouth on you so soon, wrecking you in a span of a few minutes as you barely walked out of the building. Noticing the wobbly legs and your embarrassed gaze, he offered to drive you both with his car instead.
“Chill out, I'll drive you here after so you can get your car.”
That's what he has said and you agreed.
There had been no way you could've driven – not in your state.
You're not sure you've ever felt such tension before with anyone else. He hasn't even touched you during the ride to his home, yet whenever you sneaked a glance his way to see him sitting lazily in his seat, driving with one hand while the veins popped up under the skin. The memories of what happened at his studio to wondering what's going to happen and with the sight of him looking irresistible, have made it uncomfortable and sleek between your thighs the entire ride.
Along with guilt, lust wins over and you're completely mesmerized by the man that leads you into his dark apartment, the welcoming and pleasant scent of oranges and cinnamon fills your nostrils once he opens the front door and pushes you inside. The scent is a complete opposite of the unpleasant smell of mold in the hallway. But there's not enough time for you to dwell on it any further, not when your back is pushed against the wall and a surprised gasp leaves your mouth, soon swallowed by Yoongi's hungry mouth.
Moaning, you feel him press his hard length into you, hands roaming over your body until he grabs you by your thigh and lifts it up to his hip.
“You want me to fuck you against the wall?” he asks darkly against your lips, your closed eyes opening as they darken by his proposition.
“Yes,” Comes out your response in a hushed whisper.
You've never been so driven by lust before – and here you thought you've never experienced it before. You thought you and Yeonseok have always been wild, just good enough to make you enjoy every sex you had. But what you're doing with Yoongi can't even be described by words.
He hikes your skirt up skilfully and quickly, momentarily dropping your leg down while you help him get rid of his jeans. Pulling it just enough for him to take his boxers with it, you don't get the time to wrap your hand around his cock, both of you too desperate to feel each other. The denied orgasm is crushing down on you once again and once Yoongi wraps your thigh around his hip again, you wrap your arms around his neck tugging him closer.
His tip grazes your clit for a few seconds before your panties are pushed aside, his cock entering you in one slow movement as you moan out loud, eyes rolling back at the good stretch. Finally.
Thrusting into you, you shamelessly whimper and gasp, uncaring of anyone possibly hearing you since you're right next to his front door. He's fucking you against the wall just like you wished, you ass crushed against it as Yoongi sets a ruthless pace. You barely hold yourself, thankful for his body you have a tight grip on. It's a literal mess between your thighs, the sound of your wetness and Yoongi's length join to your moans and Yoongi's rushed and hard breathing. Walls tighten around him, you tug harder on his hair which causes a groan to bubble in his throat.
“Fuck, this feels so good.” you manage to choke, not recognizing your voice and the neediness it undoubtedly has.
Much to your dismay, Yoongi suddenly pulls out and you open your mouth in shock, hoping it's not one of his punishments because you can't take it.
You're turned around faster than light, a cold wall now touching the entire side of your face and palms that went there automatically, in a fear of colliding dangerously with the wall. He gives you no time to question him before he enters you again from behind, the new angle and position making you see starts. This time he fucks you the entire time, his lower stomach pressing to your ass and lower back each time he fucks his hips into you. Sneaking his hand between your thighs, he locates your clit and starts rubbing it which is your ultimate end until you're finally allowed to break apart.
The orgasm is so powerful that for a moment everything gets blurry, your entire mind a dark fog meanwhile your and his body is all you can feel. You can't even tell apart your soft whimpers that you make once Yoongi's thrusts don't falter, Yoongi grunting behind you before he finally spills inside and coats your warm walls.
He stays pressed behind you, his palm slapping beside your face as he holds himself up, breathing heavily with you. “You good?” he asks breathlessly.
All you can offer him is a weak nod.
He doesn't like that. He can't see your face in the darkness and all he hears is your rushed breathing, body trying to calm down as your lungs beg for more air. He pulls out of you, quickly caging his cum with your panties before it can all drip down your legs and on the floor. Your legs are weak, though Yoongi has a tight grip on you as he stretches and turns on the lights.
You're a mess. Even a bigger one than you were when you sucked his cock. Your entire make-up is ruined, a sight he gets to see once he spins you around and makes sure you can stand on your own. He tucks himself back in, not bothering to adjust your hiked up skirt as you stare at him through hooded tired eyes.
“You sure you good?” His brows scrunch together, sharp gaze searching your face as you let out a breathy chuckle.
“Yeah,” you tell him, “That was quick.” you comment, trying to straighten and much to your embarrassment, you wobble a little which makes him spring into action as he catches you by your forearm.
He clears his throat, still holding you just in case before he looks back at you. “I'm still not done with you.”
He is not?
Yoongi notices your widened eyes, lips twitching as he lets you go. “Go clean up. I'm gonna grab you a glass of water.”
You open your mouth but he's gone. He takes off his shoes and leaves you standing in his small entryway. Blinking a few times, you collect yourself and tug down your skirt, messily taking off your own shoes as you make your way to the familiar bathroom.
Cleaning up the mess between your thighs, you flash the toilet as you wash your still slightly shaky hands. You can't believe how intense that orgasm just was. Your body is still in a shock, your legs were shaking the entire time you sat down on the toilet. You want to chuckle at yourself, not believing in what a fucked up state you're right now but the laugh dies down in your throat when you see your reflection in the mirror.
Holy shit.
No wonder he looked so amused.
You barely make yourself look presentable again before a knock is heard, Yoongi pushing the door open before you can even give him a response – a glass of water in his hand just like he promised.
“You didn't wait. What if I was naked?” you ask, an embarrassment downing right on you as soon as you say it.
The corner of his lips twists up for a moment. “I've seen it all.”
That's his excuse? If you wanted to be a smart-mouthed, you would actually give him a piece of your mind how impolite that is, regardless if he has seen you naked or not. But to be honest, you're too tired and fucked out to even hold a pointless argument.
He thrusts the glass into your hands and you take it without any words.
“Thanks.” you tell him before you empty the entire glass in one go.
Giving you a nod, he simply turns around and leaves again – leaves you standing there as a sigh makes it out of your mouth, hand squeezing the empty glass. Turning off the lights, you join him in the living room as he mindlessly swipes through his phone. You think he's ignoring you and for a moment you think whether you should leave or not. He said he's not done with you, so that means he probably wants you to stay.
But then he suddenly asks you what food you prefer and you realize he hasn't been ignoring you, but trying to order food for you. Ignoring the shock on your face, he annoyingly sighs and stares at you, causing you to blurt out the first thing that comes out of your mouth. It's not even your favorite choice but you don't find the courage to correct yourself, nor tell him anything else.
He orders the food, even pays for it and places the order in front of you once it arrives.
“Eat,” he says curtly, your brows pinching together at the demanding tone. But you find your mouth quickly shut once he adds; “You'll need it.”
And you dig in, not realizing just how hungry the sex made you feel.
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Yoongi doesn't waste any time. He barely lets you rest after food before he fucks you on his couch on all fours. You barely hold yourself as he thrusts into you with deep and fast movements, one hand gripping your hair while the other holds you by your hip, making sure you're not running away because of his thrusts.
You come twice, the second time happens when he starts rubbing your clit, telling you to give him another orgasm – his deep voice and big cock doing the job for you. You barely stand on your feet, letting him lead you to the bathroom as he prepares the water for you. To your surprise, he joins you and you don't question it. He helps to clean you, leaving your intimate bits for you to clean them.
No one mutters a word, the sounds of falling water echoing in his small bathroom as the scent of him, his shower gel, coats your and his skin. When you turn around and meet his dark eyes already staring at you, the air gets suffocating and the breath catches in your throat. Something sparks inside you and you scoot closer to him, how much the tiny shower allows you. Hands on his chest, you brush them against his warm and pale skin, still looking straight into his eyes as he watches you. Your nipples brush against his skin, already hardened from the water.
“What are you doing?” he asks with a low tone, sounding curious rather than annoyed or anything negative.
“Touching you.” you answer softly and smartly.
He exhales a chuckle, slowly leading you to the wall as your ass and back meets the cold tiles. His eyes travel your entire face, studying you with his cat-shaped eyes. His hardening length pokes you into your lower stomach, your hand automatically going to squeeze him as you pump him slowly, head tilted up as your eyes darken.
“What are you smirking at?” you ask breathlessly, noticing his smirk as he places his hand against the tiles beside your head where he leans.
“You.” he answers simply, grinning down at you as you bite into your lip.
His thumb catches your lower lip, causing you to let go as he caresses the soft moisturized skin. It only takes a few seconds before he leans down and presses your lips against his in a deep kiss. It's insane how many butterflies this man can give you and it should scare you. In a certain way it does – but you're in some sort of trance whenever he touches you, all the deep thoughts floating somewhere at the back of your mind.
“Don't you have enough?” he asks when he pulls away, just enough for you to catch a breath, though he's barely an inch away.
“I should be asking you the same thing,” you offer, squeezing his shaft a little which makes his breath hitch before he gives you a lazy smirk. “Look who's hard.”
“And you're wet.” he points out with a chuckle which makes you bite back your own smile.
“Of course I am, we are showering.” you cheekily remark and for the first time ever, you hear a genuine laugh that sounds so soft as it ripples out of his throat.
And you just stare, not being able to look away as you are equally no longer able to force back the soft smile.
“You're so cheeky.” he comments deeply, forehead touching yours as he grabs you by your thigh and hoists it up to his hip.
Gulping, you stare with drunken gaze though you're completely sober. Sometime in the middle, you let go of his length and he positions it at your entrance, slowly filling you up. The moan echoes between the bathroom tiles as Yoongi's grip on you thightens. One push inside and he's already fucking you again in a decent pace, your warm and wet walls welcoming him once again. You're going to be so sore tomorrow, if not right after he's done with you but you could care less. The euphoric feeling he's bringing you is not something you decline.
You've never had so much sex in one day and you know it's going to take a toll on your body later. Actually, you're quite surprised by Yoongi's stamina and the fact he seems to have no problem getting it up. In a way it makes you confident, or it's just his body but you would like to think you have at least a little part in it as well.
Barely able to stand on your feet, Yoongi's body cages you between his and the wall, picking up his pace while you shamelessly moan and breathe heavily every time he brushes your sweet spot. How were you even able to enjoy sex before?
“Look at you, so wet,” he chuckles into your ear, the water hitting your bodies and tiles the only sound that accompanies his deep and raspy voice. “By the showering of course.”
You even laugh a little, wincing right after he gives you a rough thrust.
“Lying is a sin, princess.”
Shamelessly moaning, you bite into your lower lip harshly as he doesn't give you the time to respond, nor you would because you're already in the completely fucked out state. Wet skin meeting yours, you swear you can see stars by the time Yoongi brings you over the edge and your legs quiver, back sliding down the wall as he grips you so roughly you almost wince. But it feels good, adding just the right pinch to your already happening orgasm as he soon follows you after and fills you up.
You both breathe heavily, Yoongi's hands slowly loosening around you as he checks on you. “You okay?”
You feel your heart and lungs in your throat, his voice seems like a white noise for a moment as you offer him a slow nod.
“Okay,” he says, and you swear for a moment he sounds untrusting as if your answer wasn't good enough.
Staying leaned against the wall, you watch Yoongi apply another layer of his shower gel to his palm before his hands are on you again. This time is nothing sexual, not leading to anything deeper than just hm washing your skin. The whole time he doesn't even look at you, brows pinched as he washes your stomach. He pulls away and you think he's finished, however he reaches out of the shower and pulls out a cloth. It's wet by the water immediately but he doesn't seem to look as if he cares, not when you realize the cloth is one of his clean shirts he pulled out for himself.
Surprisingly, he reaches between your thighs and silently without any words, he tells you to spread them apart, just enough for him to wash his cum there and you easily comply. It's hard to describe it but you barely have the strength to do that yourself, so whatever he does – and the fact he's taking care of you after having sex – you find yourself not being shaken by it.
Once he's finished he quickly washes himself and turns off the water. He helps you get out of the shower, his touch gentle as he holds you by your hand with a towel already prepared for you. He wraps you as if you were a baby in it, the small bathroom foggy from the hot water you've used up. You dry yourself with shaky hands, barely paying attention to him as he takes care of himself in a few minutes. You do notice him getting out of the bathroom in a pair of fresh boxers, the rest of the skin completely exposed to you once he comes back holding clothes for you. They're not yours, you realize.
“These are fresh,” he clears his throat, “I don't think you should drive home in this state.”
You weakly nod, knowing you'll fall asleep as soon as your body hits the bed's mattress. You can't possibly imagine driving back home – he is right.
“Stay over for the night. I'll drive you to your car tomorrow, Yeonseok is away anyway, right?”
The mention of your husband makes your throat run dry, the painful lump swallowed as you stare at Yoongi's frowned and focused face. You only nod, agreeing as he gives you a nod. Leading you to his bedroom, he informs you the sheets are fresh but you don't waste any time to care about that stuff, your body slouching on the mattress like a lifeless doll.
Yoongi's lips twitch at the sight but he gives you a concerned look you fail to notice, eyes already closed as you weakly try to cover your body with the duvet. The sheets smell like an orange, the scent sweet and soft and it reminds you of…
Though you open your eyes, fighting back the exhaustion that is caused by the man who's currently holding the other pillow, ready to leave.
“Where are you going?”
“I'm gonna sleep on the couch.” he answers completely casually, rummaging through his closet and you think he's trying to search for another cover or a blanket.
“Why don't you stay here?” you ask, his movements halting a little before he looks across his shoulder with a raised brow. “The couch is small and uncomfortable for sure anyway.”
“I didn't want to make you uncomfortable or something.” he admits rather casually, not sounding sheepish even a bit as his honesty makes the corner of your lips lift up in a lazy small.
“Come on, it's just sleeping. It doesn't have to be weird. Something tells me you'd be grumpy the next morning if I let you sleep on the couch.”
Yoongi chuckles, closing the door of his closet as he shrugs. “Fine.”
He gets under the covers and reaches for the night lamp, wanting to turn off the light but not before he quickly sneaks a glance at your cuddled up form turned to him. Your eyes are closed, he's not sure if you're sleeping but it doesn't matter. There's nothing much to say anyway. He turns it off without a thought, trying to find a comfortable position and not overthink the fact he is in the bed with his brother's wife. Well, just in bed sleeping together which seems awfully domestic. He's not the one to overthink things and he either doesn't want to overthink this too.
“G'night.” you sleepily murmur, making a rustling sound with your body as Yoongi opens his mouth and just stares at the dark ceiling for a moment.
“Yeah… night.” he murmurs, having the urge to turn away.
And he does, his back turned to you as he stays awake for a longer time despite his own exhaustion slowly catching up to him.
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The last thing you remember before you dozed off was the fresh scent that has clinged to your skin, reminding you of Yoongi's shower gel along with the nice scent of his equally fresh sheets that hugged your body. And you're sure there was big enough of a space between your bodies until the exhaustion took over you.
It takes you a moment and a few moments of dozing off over and over again, to realize the warmth behind you is not the usual warmth you feel on other nights. Along with the new yet addicting scent of his home. Memories catch up to you, slowly but they do, as the throb between your thighs and body ache cannot be ignored.
Yoongi is not a cuddler, at least you wouldn't peg him for one. You don't find him suddenly hugging you in his sleep, yet he's so close you feel his hot and slow breath on the back of your neck. You're tired, have no idea how long you have been sleeping for and what time it is, however something keeps you awake. Your body screams for sleep but your mind seems to be fully awake as you replay the unforgettable touches and the lustful memories with the man who's lying next to you.
It's raining outside, you notice as the first droplets fall against the bedroom's window that's hidden behind a dark curtain. Shifting on your spot, you realize you scooted even closer to the sleeping man who mumbles something in his sleep. Tensing, you wait until no other sound can be heard which confirms he's still sleeping.
You haven't changed your phone ever since you met up with Yoongi. For fuck sake, your husband might've texted you or called you and you wouldn't even know. The guilt rises in your throat and you painfully swallow the familiar lump all over again, desperately trying to ignore the ache in your chest. You lay there for god knows how long, staring at the dark ceiling that turned to be even clearer now that your eyes got used to the darkness.
Something doesn't feel right. You try to dodge it, not wanting to overthink in the middle of the night, especially when you should be getting some sleep before you'll be forced to go back home. Where you belong. You don't belong here. Not in Yoongi's apartment and definitely not in his bed. You should've gone home. You shouldn't have agreed with him when he offered you to sleep at his place.
You know he had no ill intention. He already fucked you enough this day to care about that stuff. He simply didn't want you to drive back home when you could've barely stood on your feet. In fact, you appreciate his thoughtfulness because he surely doesn't have to be a gentleman.
“Can you stop squirming? I can't sleep.”
Almost jumping at the grumpy and incredibly deep raspy voice, you hold your breath as you stay turned with your back to the man behind you. Shit, your endless squirming woke him up. You didn't even realize you were doing it again.
“Sorry.” you mutter, annoyed at yourself for how soft and weak you sound.
Yoongi sighs and a quick glance across your shoulder, you notice his rubbing his face and running a tired hand through his hair. He drops his hand, almost on top of your hip which makes him freeze once he realizes how little space is between you two. If any.
“Why are you awake? Thought you're tired.” he continues, acting as if the close proximity isn't suddenly so awkward.
“I don't know,” you admit, though it feels like a lie. You're tired, so tired but your mind won't let you sleep.
Turning around in a hope to put some space between you two, you almost squeak out once your noses almost bump into each other. If you could see his features clearly, you would see the brief annoyance crossing over them but luckily for you, you're left with the embarrassment only as you mutter out an apology.
You shift slightly back, still not enough to put the needed space between your bodies but you don't seem to care about that too much.
“Sorry for waking you up.” you whisper, noticing he's fully awake now despite the evident tiredness in his voice.
“Stop apologizing,” He definitely sounds annoyed now. “Are you cold?” he asks suddenly, a wonder laced in his careless voice.
“No?” You sound surprised and confused just as you feel causing him to sigh.
You squeak for real this time as you feel his hand on your leg that has sneaked under the covers. He doesn't laugh at your reaction, though you're sure he would have enjoyed this if he wasn't so tired and well, annoyed at the interruption of his sleep that has happened thanks to you.
Your legs are nowhere near cold, the opposite actually. Your skin is hot for numerous reasons, mostly you, trying to shield yourself in this darkness for a good feeling which hasn't arrived yet. His hand is just as warm, big on your leg as he squeezes your flesh. Gasping, you give him enough of a reaction for him to smirk at.
Instead of pushing him away once he starts palming your naked flesh, you press yourself to him and feel the noticeable bulge growing in his boxers. His chest and abs feel warm against your palm, your own hands roaming across his muscles as you unspeakably yearn for more of his touch. You really should distance yourself from him, the sex you had a few hours ago should be enough and your body needs to rest. But it doesn't feel enough. You want more.
So much more than the light but burning touch on your thigh. So when he squeezes your asscheek rather harshly yet slowly, you shamelessly start to palm his covered bulge and let out an audible moan.
“You sure you don't want to sleep?” he asks amusingly, fingers playing with the hem of his boxers that you're wearing as you quickly shake your head at him.
“Definitely not.” you assure him. There is no way you can just go back to sleep.
You help him get rid of the boxers as they slide over your legs before you both carelessly throw them away. Everything happens fast, you don't waste any time however the moment still remains slow just as much as the tender touches that are filled with nothing but lust and want. He grabs you by your thigh, hoists it up his hip and momentarily pulls his hard cock out of his boxers, not bothering to take them off before you feel the tip at your entrance.
The moment he pushes inside of you, your warm and tight walls welcome him as usual but the whimper that's caused by the soreness causes him to tense as he stops all his movements.
“Are you sore?” he asks, a deep voice filling the thick air between you.
“Yes,” you offer him an answer, “But keep going.”
Your hand clasped around his shoulder, you squeeze it and usher him to continue, though he doesn't look too convinced. At least you think so, judging by the fact he is not moving. The position itself isn't the most comfortable in the world, your other leg is outstretched and you lay on your side, making it look as if you're clinging to him like a koala.
“I'm gonna go slow.” he mutters and before you could offer him any other response than a mere nod, he's already pushing himself inside of you.
Just like he promised, he is slow and gentle and you do everything in your power not to let that mess with your head. You try to convince yourself by thinking this is what he should do. You're sore and he shouldn't go hard on you. It's the bare minimum men shouldn't be praised for. But something about this particular man makes you think differently. And it's just another reason for you to hate yourself.
Your face is buried in his neck as he brings pleasure mixed with pain each thrust, shallow but gentle, your moans silenced by his hot skin while the covers slide off your bodies eventually. Not even the slightly chilly air makes you shiver, you feel like you're burning. Not only physically. Burning with passion, lust and you can't wrap your head around this once again, not believing how a single act of sex can feel this good.
Everything feels too good. The piercing brushing against your sensitive spot, your walls wrapping around every inch of him, him filling you to the brim and the movements way calmer than what you're used to. Even Yoongi's heavy breathing makes this entire moment even more romantic. The soreness somewhere in the very end, you let pleasure control your senses as you once again take everything Yoongi gives you.
You reach the orgasm first, hips rolling into his before you freeze and let your body shudder right after. Yoongi picks up the pace and you swallow down your whimpers, wanting him to reach his end as well. He follows suit, thrusts halting as a spurge of thick  and warm cum fills you up. Staying inside of you, both of you in your even more dazed state than earlier, you both try to catch breath. His hardened cock starts softening, his cum already ready to spill down your legs as you quickly get out of the bed.
Not looking around, you navigate your way through the darkness and to the bathroom to clean yourself, not bothering to turn on the lights on your way there. The light in the bathroom is sharp and you try hard not to stare at your reflection in the mirror. You do catch your sight though, the face and skin glowing from the sex despite your tiredness. Washing your hands after taking care of the mess between your thighs, you take a mental note to take a proper shower in the morning. You've no strength to do anything else other than join Yoongi in his bed once again, this time making sure you actually get some sleep.
You're surprised when Yoongi is still awake, despite you not taking too long in the bathroom anyway. He still asks if you're okay and you assure him that yes, you're okay indeed with a loud yawn.
“Get some sleep.” he says after chuckling.
You hum, cuddling to his sheets once again and completely forgetting about your underwear in the form of Yoongi's boxers that are still laying somewhere on the floor. But in this moment, it doesn't matter as you drift to sleep the moment you close your eyes.
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“We have to stay one more day longer here, I'm sorry. But I'll make it up to you once I get home. What about dinner at our favorite spot? I can make reservations.”
The face of your husband lights up the screen of your laptop as you play with the wet ends of your hair, giving him a reassuring smile that it's okay. He was supposed to come home tonight, late but you still wanted to wait for him. Either it's your own guilt, you feel this urge to spend more time with him and focus solely on him.
Him and no one else.
It's been only a few hours since Yoongi dropped you off in your car and you feel like you're even a bigger mess. Left alone, not only with your thoughts but memories as well, some of them physical as Yoongi's touch remains on your skin even if you spent an entire hour in the bath. You smell like your shower gel and the sweet bath bomb you treated yourself with, no longer smelling him like you still could this morning.
Selfishly, it crosses your mind that it's a good thing you and Yeonseok are not intimate. This way he can't see Yoongi's fingertips and little bruises he engraved into your skin. Not only do you see it but you can feel it as well, the goosebumps rising while your throat gets dry. The entire ride was spent in silence, other than the brief goodbye and you muttering a single 'thanks', no words were exchanged. None of you talked about last night, though you're not sure if there's something to talk about. You had sex in the middle of the night – there's no way to analyze it any further. Still, it leaves a bitter taste in your mouth.
Stubbornly, you hate to admit you don't feel pleased how your last interaction went and the lack of communication has taken a toll on you. You couldn't even enjoy your bath for fuck sake. And you love taking a bath!
“Honey, are you listening to me?”
Yeonseok's voice brings you back, reminding you of his presence as you see a concern written on his face.
“Yes, that sounds great.” you smile at him, trying to hide your disappointment of having to wait another day to see him. You don't know what you think. Maybe seeing him and actually having him here will make you feel better. You hoped it would bring your mind back to its place.
“I'm really sorry. I will make it up to you, I promise.”
You know he will.
But you don't want him to make it up to you. You just want him here.
You have to blink away the tears, luckily for you he informs you of having to attend the meeting that's happening in a few minutes, and you hope he doesn't see the facade you put on through the screen. Exchanging the usual “I love you's” you clasp the laptop shut as you frustratedly stare around the spacious living room.
There's no time to overthink, you choose not to as there is a more important matter you should deal with. Your phone is nowhere to be found and you swear you had it with you last night. Actually, you're sure you had it on the ride here which means you lost it on your way here. Maybe it's in your car, you have to go and check it. If it wasn't for Yeonseok trying to contact you through facetime and questioning where your phone is, you wouldn't be able to figure out you don't have your phone with you.
So lost in your mind, you couldn't even check if you got your things with you. So stupid and irresponsible!
Ready to go to the garage to check the car, you barely make it through the living room where the doorbell rings. Pinching your brows together, you get the door and open them to reveal the one man that you've been trying not to think about ever since you last saw him. He knocks the breath out of you, a silent gasp leaving your mouth as you stare at him wide-eyed.
Meeting his sharp eyes, they dance on your surprised expression as he cocks his head to the side, not hiding the amused smile.
“What are–how did you know where I live?”
He snorts, pulling out something from the back pocket of his jeans. Your phone. He holds it with his thumb and point finger, shooting you a shameless grin. “Aren't you looking for something?”
You snatch it from his hand, clutching the device to your chest. “I was in the car when it kept buzzing, thought it was my phone. Turns out it was my brother trying to reach you.”
“You didn't pick it up, did you?” you ask right away, not hiding the distress as Yoongi raises his brow at you.
“No,” he responds and you visibly relax. “You're welcome.”
It's not that big of a deal. Yeonseok didn't ask you about your whereabouts and you settled on not talking about you and Yoongi, and about how things are going, but the thought of Yoongi picking your phone when Yeonseok was calling makes you almost shit your pants. This whole situation is turning into even a bigger disaster.
“Should I thank you for not picking up my phone?” you scoff, his grin stretching even more as he rolls his eyes at you.
“You're welcome that I brought you the phone.” he corrects and your face heats up in embarrassment.
“Ah, yeah thank you,” you murmur, poking your head in his way to check the hallway.
You motion him to come inside, not really sure if inviting him to your and Yeonseok's home is the wisest decision, but you don't want any of your nosy neighbors to witness your conversation.
“You didn't answer my question earlier. How do you know where I live?” you ask him, momentarily checking your phone to see two missed calls from Yeonseok, just how he mentioned you when you video-chatted him.
“I know where my brother lives,” he clarifies, “Though I had to ask the doorman about the floor.”
“You want something to drink?”
It's the moment of silence that surprises you both. You can't believe you let your mouth run free before you think. Why would you ask him that? Why would you offer him to stay longer than it's necessary?
Yoongi looks baffled as well, searching your face for a moment as he gives you a weird look, almost sizing you up.
“It's pouring outside. Maybe some tea? Just a 'thank you' for bringing the phone to me.” It's just an excuse for the accidental spill you made but it works. It is pouring outside and has been for a while now. It started with a light shower when Yoongi drove you to your car but you barely got home until it started pouring.
“You sure?” He cocks his brow at you, his black leather jacket catching your gaze as you take a notice of the tiny droplets on top of it. Even his hair is slightly wet, you notice.
Gulping, you nod. “Yeah.”
“Okay then.” he says, though doesn't sound so sure of his response but still takes off his boots.
Not wanting to stand there and gawk at his form like a maniac, you turn around with a breath caught in your throat as you lead him through the place you call home. When you point toward the couch for him to sit on, you notice him taking a glance around but his features remain neutral. He might live in a not so good neighborhood and apartment building, but he is surely used to an expensive place when he sees it. He grew up in a wealthy family after all.
You wonder if him seeing how his brother lives brings him a bittersweet feeling. If he was a son his parents wanted him to be, he would surely live a very similar life. You might not see inside his head but you doubt he regrets the decision of wanting to live life his own way. You admire him for that. Before you got to know him, you've never thought his parents would treat any of their children like this. Used to hearing their complaints about their younger son, you've never thought about it any deeper than it was necessary.
As you're in the kitchen making Yoongi some tea, leaving him in the living room, you think of the struggles that he has to face now. Mrs. Min and Mr. Min have never treated you badly and you've grown fond of them over the years of knowing them, especially after they've become your parents-in-law. But Yoongi's story has settled a weird feeling in the pit of your stomach and the opinion you once used to have about them, has slightly changed. Despite their differences, between their morals and your own, you've thought about them more positively rather than negatively.
Now you're not so sure where you stand with them, knowing they completely missed the chance to help their son. Differences or not, he is still their son. And most importantly, they have the power and source to help him.
Completely ignoring the fact you didn't even ask him what kind of tea he wants, you just kind of disappeared to have some alone time before you have to face him again, you round the corner. You can feel his gaze on you, it's warm – almost hot – when you set the black cup on the circled coffee table.
He doesn't say anything, the lack of words causing you to glance at him as you let go of the cup. Until he makes sure you look him in the eyes before he says; “Thanks.”
“It's a herbal tea,” you awkwardly point towards the cup as you sit down a good distance from him, creating even more awkward space. If he notices it, he doesn't comment on it. “I forgot to ask you…”
“It's fine,” he chuckles, clearly noticing your weird behavior considering you're avoiding his eyes. “So… where's Yeonseok?”
Does he really care about that?
“On a business trip, I told you that,” you answer with an attitude, sighing as you frustratedly rub your forehead. What the hell is wrong with you? “He called me and said he has to stay another night there but should be back tomorrow.”
“Are you okay?” Yoongi dismisses your answer, brows frowning as you finally take a glance at him.
“Yeah?”
“You're acting weird,” he bluntly remarks, not beating around the bush. But when has he ever? “Is it because of yesterday?”
“What about yesterday?” you frown.
“You tell me,” he leans against the couch and outstretches his arm over the headrest. “Something must've happened when you're acting this weird. You weren't like this when you came to the shop.”
Observant as always, you do feel embarrassed of being called out so bluntly and openly, even if it's just the two of you. How can you explain it when you don't even understand yourself?
“Sorry,” you blurt out, “I don't know why I'm like this.” you chuckle nervously and Yoongi does the thing where he cocks his head to the side again, searching your face for some answers which only makes you shift uncomfortably in your spot.
“You sure?” He raises his brow.
“Why do you always doubt me?” you blurt out more loudly this time, glaring at the man who only shrugs.
“Because you're clearly acting weird, I'm not blind.”
He is annoying now.
And you know it's because he is right. You hate how he calls you out so carelessly, putting you out there and making you uncomfortable even more. Maybe you should face your own demons but you definitely want to clear your mind first. And you want to face them alone. Not with him close or him in your mind. But maybe that has been the problem all along.
“You don't know me.” you snap, putting up your walls again as you refuse to show how embarrassed you feel about your outburst. He hasn't done anything wrong and here you are acting like a moody bitch toward him. He literally brought you your lost phone while it's pouring outside.
This whole situation wants you to scream frustratedly.
“Right,” Yoongi bites back, straightening himself before he stands up.
You stare wide-eyed at him, not expecting him to – what is he about to do? Leave?
“I should go.”
“But your tea…” you mutter, hearing a chuckle in response.
“Yeah, thanks for the tea. I'm sure it tastes good.”
It actually doesn't. You didn't even add sugar or honey to it. You're not sure if he likes his tea bitter. You were so caught up in your thoughts to ask such an easy polite question.
“I will see myself out.” he simply says, walking away as you sit there speechless with your mouth open until you snap out of it and rush toward him.
You find him putting his boots on, an apology tumbling out of your mouth. But he only looks up for a second, murmuring 'It's fine'. He gives you no other reaction and it leaves you wondering why he is so quiet suddenly.
“No, it's not. I'm sorry for acting weird,” you press, grabbing his wrist when he's about to reach for the massive front door. He stares at your touch, brows pinched together again before he looks up at you. “You could've finished your tea. Or at least taste it.”
“Do you really wish me to be here?” he asks instead and you stutter over your words.
“Why would I not?” you ask unsurely, making him chuckle as he slowly shakes his head.
You let go of his wrist, attentively watching him as he hovers over you and twirls the damp strand of your hair around his finger. It's fascinating how quickly your heart rate picks up just from the simple act and it's another reminder of your baffled thoughts.
“I just wanted to bring you the phone. I have somewhere to be anyway.” he informs you.
Inviting him in was probably never a good idea for multiple reasons. Your home was the only place he didn't remind you of and just the fact he's here makes your mind blown for some reason. You can't explain it. It feels like a huge thing – him being in your and Yeonseok's home. God, he would flip out if he knew about this. Or would he?
“Oh.”
“Disappointed?” he smirks.
You scoff immediately, wanting to swat his hands away but something keeps you in place as you meet his gaze again.
“Oh come on,” he laughs a little, backing you into the tall wall mirror as he inches closer to you. “I was just joking.”
“You're just full of jokes, aren't you?” you swallow, eyes dropping to his lips just as his drops to yours.
“And you've got such a smart mouth, don't you?”
The energizing feeling comes back but you stay glued to your spot, not even moving an inch as his face is so close your noses almost touch.
“You figured that only now?” you manage to breathe out, a hot breath hitting your face as he chuckles before he licks his bottom lip.
“No, I know what that mouth of yours can do.”
You're sure every possible curse word crosses your mind at that sentence, the knot in your stomach shooting a spark of pleasure between your legs. Seriously, now? You were fine just a moment ago – fine in terms of not being horny.
Whatever it is that holds you back, you're grateful for it because you're a second away from dropping to your knees and showing him instead. But this is wrong. You shouldn't want to do this. He didn't come here to have sex with you. This is not part of your deal. He brought you your freaking phone and here the two of you are, glued to each other with the tension and willpower not to rip your clothes from one another.
“As much as I'd love to fuck you against this surely expensive mirror,” he says, thumb brushing against your jaw. “I really have somewhere to be,”
To your disappointment (and you shouldn't feel that!), he pulls away and so does the incredible scent of him goes with him. You stare, your fingertips staining the clear mirror for sure and it takes you a moment to let go. When Yoongi's hand reaches the doorknob, he glances at you across his shoulder and shoots you a smirk by tilting the corner of his lips.
“Thanks for the tea again. I'm sure it tastes nice, not as nice as you, though.”
The gasp that leaves your mouth is mixed with the door opening as Yoongi walks away, closing it right after he's out of your apartment. Your heartbeat is in your eardrums, a hand placed over your chest as you stare at the space where he was standing just seconds ago.
What is his deal? Is he playing with you? What was the purpose of this? And why the fact you liked it?
Why didn't you push him away?
Why did you allow him to get so close when it's outside of sex?
You glance around, the apartment swallowed in a complete silence as a picture of you and Yeonseok on one of your holidays stare back at you. You're smiling widely, back then barely even knowing about someone named Yoongi – or at least you never thought about him. Back then he was just your husband's brother, someone who couldn't even be considered as your brother-in-law. Maybe officially on the papers but that was it.
The realization slaps you right in the face and punches you in your chest. You allowed him to get close to you in your home. Home where you and Yeonseok live. Home you created with a wish of having your own family. Home which is filled with many memories of your marriage. Happy memories. And it seems all spoiled.
Before you know it, an uncomfortable sensation hurls inside your stomach and vomit gathers in your throat. You barely make it to the bathroom, emptying your stomach with tears streaming down your face. You're not sure if they're there only because of you vomiting though.
It seems like there is a deeper meaning behind them as well.
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Your flat sandals click against the not so clean floor as your footsteps echo in the empty hallway. The sounds of muted music can be heard from one of the apartments you walk by, your nose catching the smell of weed which makes your nose scrunch. You've never been a fan of that smell and with the already always lingering smell of mold, the combination is even more unpleasant – disgusting even.
After almost a month, you're at this place again and the presence of your quick heartbeat can't be ignored. You know Yoongi has no idea what you're about to tell him. There's no way he even gets an idea, considering you haven't contacted him ever since that time he visited you at your place. Each day you spent after that felt dreadful. Sleepless nights and the lack of your presence not even in general, but also in your marriage. You desperately tried to push the long overthinking away but it couldn't be done.
The guilt made you make a final decision, one that no one knows yet. It forced you to text Yoongi a simple date of today's day and time, which eventually gave you a thumbs up in return which is his usual response. You couldn't do it over the phone.
He deserves to hear this from you in person. He's involved just as much as you are. Though you feel like a bigger asshole, now that not even Yeonseok knows yet. You chose to tell Yoongi first, despite everything but you know it's the right thing to do. You need to make sure he's not fucked over because you don't want him to be. You don't want him to feel like you've used him or something. Is that even the right term? It doesn't help that you've no idea what his reaction will be.
Seeing him again in all his glory, not only in your dreams and daily thoughts, scares the fuck out of you. And you've thought about canceling today more times than you'd like to admit. But you have to do this in order for you to move on and be happy in your marriage. You'll do everything to make it up to Yeonseok – who's clearly clueless to your inner thoughts – and he can never find out.
Over the month, you've not only been emotionally unavailable but you would say unstable as well. The more you think about it, you feel sick all over again. But this is just an uncomfortable period you have to go through before everything can go back to normal. You shouldn't have–
“Hey.”
When did you knock?
Yoongi raises his brow at your silence, most likely already questioning you as you stand in front of his door in your summer dress, barely wearing any make-up. You had zero motivation to make yourself pretty. What's the point?
He probably gives zero fuck about your make-up or appearance, it's the weird vibe you've been giving off lately. As one of your good friends reminded you when you meet up with her, trying to desperately grasp the normality of your previous life.
“Hey.”
He gives you a weird look, opening the door wider for you to come in. The nostalgia you feel at the scent of his home, a complete change from the terrific smell in the hallway, is not good. As much as pleasant it is for your nose. Taking off your sandals is quick and automatic as you make a way to the living room where Yoongi leads you.
“Something to drink?” he asks politely as always, and for a moment you swear you feel your heart clench at his cluelessness and thoughtfulness at the same time.
Why do you feel bad though? You're the one who's making a big deal out of this. He'll probably not care about what you have to say to him.
“No, thanks. I won't be long.” You try to sound casual and it does come out like that, though you still check for his reaction which appears to be confusion.
“Oh,” He lets out, frowning as he fails to hide his confusion. “Do you want to–”
“Not like that,” you quickly justify, “I didn't come here to have sex.” you explain, not hiding the cringe present on your face for a moment as Yoongi plops down on the chair.
He rests his ankle over his knee, tattooed hand grazing his chin as he cocks his brow at you. Goodness.
“You didn't?” he asks slowly, “Why are you here then?”
Whatever you've prepared to tell him sounded way better in your mind. Now that you're here, his dark eyes boring into you, you're getting even more nervous and distracted all over again. It's the same lump in your throat that makes it hard to talk, your hands getting sweaty at the same time. It's too late to back out now. You have to do this.
For you.
For Yeonseok.
And for your marriage.
Whatever you've decided on, all three of you, it has to stop. And that's what you manage to get out.
“This has to stop.”
The beat of silence follows as Yoongi's hand stops and he slowly puts his leg down. He sets his elbows on top of his knees, leaning closer to you and your breath hitches, despite he's not even sitting on the same couch.
“The sex, this deal… all of it.” you add, having the urge to break the silence.
It feels weird to say it out loud – but it's oddly calming. But the feeling is short-lived before Yoongi finally opens his mouth.
“Why?”
It's a simple question, one that you can't find the right words for.
“I can't do this anymore,” you say instead, watching his frown deepen. “But don't worry, you will still get your money. I will make sure of it.”
Yoongi bitterly chuckles, “Does Yeonseok know?”
“Not yet, I'm planning to tell him tonight. I just wanted you to know first.” you admit with a murmur, nibbling on your bottom lip.
“Why?”
“I…” you start, clearing your throat. “I don't know. It felt like the right thing to do.”
You sound like an idiot, no you are. A normal wife would talk to her husband first. But you're not so normal, that much is sure.
“Are you even listening to yourself?” Yoongi scoffs and your heart drops at the sound. “What happened? I thought you wanted this. You let me fuck you so many times just for… nothing? I'm fucking confused.”
“I told you you'll get your money.”
“Fuck the money!” Yoongi snaps and you freeze in shock, finding his eyes darkening. “I asked you so many times if this is something you want to do and you said fucking yes. And now you back away?”
“Don't raise your voice at me,” you snap back, despite you're close to shivering from shock and all the emotions. “It was what I wanted, not anymore.” you bite back.
“Then what has changed? Did I do something?” he presses and you groan.
“No, you didn't.”
“Be fucking honest then. You were fucking weird when I last saw you and now you come here, ready to drop the whole plan because of what?”
“Shouldn't you be happy? You'll get what you've wanted.” you exclaim and this time Yoongi is the one who groans. He even rolls his eyes as he rubs his forehead frustratedly, the long black hair getting into his face before he brushes it off.
“Yeonseok will never agree with this,” he bites back, sounding sure of himself.
The truth is, you're not sure if he will agree. The only thing Yeonseok wants right now is the baby. You both want that but as of now, you have to take a step back and no longer see Yoongi. It's dangerous and you have to end this now.
“It's the fact I asked you and made sure you're okay with this. You even got all snappy at me for asking so many times. I just don't fucking get it. Something must've happened.”
“Nothing happened!” you yell frustratedly, taking a deep breath as you give him an apologetic look which gets ignored as he only stares at you with a big frown. “Trust me, I wanted it. You did nothing wrong, it's all me.”
He chuckles bitterly all over again as he shakes his head. “Don't give me that 'it's not you it's me' bullshit.”
“But it's the truth. This whole thing is bullshit, Yoongi. This whole plan. I realized how weird this is.”
“The last time I checked you didn't think it was weird.”
“What do you know?” you snap back, watching his cold grin drop a little. “You don't see inside my head. I knew it's weird, you're my brother-in-law for fuck sake! But I was fine with it as much as it was weird.”
“I don't believe you.”
“That's not my problem.”
“Of course it's not,” he scoffs, “You suddenly changed your mind. Was the sex not good?”
It was. Too good actually.
You don't want to admit how attracted you're to him. Not even to yourself and you surely won't tell him that. You've enjoyed everything with him, even if ninety-nine percent of it was just a pure sex. And you shouldn't have enjoyed it more than you do with your husband. That's what makes you guilty in the first place.
You love Yeonseok. You don't even know Yoongi, something which you've been reminded of everytime you not only see him, but think about him. Physical attraction and love are two different things, you're aware of that. But you just can't live with the fact you love sex with Yoongi. No one has ever made you feel like he has when it comes to sex and lust. For fuck sake, you enjoyed it so much to the point you never wanted it to end.
The sight of your birth control pills in the bathroom drawer made you almost do the stupidest thing. This is not you. You're not this stupid. You usually know what you want and like you said, you can't risk your marriage for what? A man who doesn't do relationships? Wait, this sounds completely wrong. You're not doing this only because he doesn't do relationships. Or because he doesn't want kids. You two just wouldn't work like that. Not mentioning it would be completely unfair to your husband. His brother.
Yoongi makes you feel things you can't explain and the only way to avoid it, is to end this. You were happy and content before you met Yoongi and started having sex. The only thing you wanted as a couple, you and Yeonseok, was to fill that empty spot of having your own family. A baby.
Now you can't imagine having an actual baby. Yoongi's baby.
The baby was never once considered as Yoongi's in the first place. It's just another red flag that makes you make this decision.
“It wouldn't be yours, it would be mine baby.”
You remember Yeonseok's words and the fact you called the potential baby Yoongi's makes your guilt grow to an unspeakable rate.
“It was good,” you gulp, “Yoongi, please. I enjoyed it and that's what's bad about this.” you admit shamefully.
Yoongi stares you down as he tries to wrap his head around this information. “Just so you know, I wouldn't do this if you didn't enjoyed the sex. I know I came up with the fucking part of this deal but–”
“Yoongi,” you plead, “Don't blame yourself for my decision. If anyone's to blame, it's me.”
“But why?”
“Guilt,” you tell him simply, “I just can't keep doing this to Yeonseok. It's not fair to him.”
“Hate to break it to you, but it wasn't fair of him to ask you to do this in the first place.”
“Please, let's not do this,” you plead him again, “This back and forth between you–it's exhausting and I don't want to get into it more than it's necessary. What happened, happened. We can all move on. I really appreciate what you did for us and I promise, you will get your money. I was the one who broke this deal off, not you, so it wouldn't be fair to you.”
It's hard to tell apart the expression he currently has, it overshadows his features and you can't look away no matter how much you want to.
“I'm not sure if it's fair to take the money when you–or are you?” he asks, eyes widening for a moment as they glance down at your stomach.
Your hands instinctively go there and you almost vomit here and there. You don't know and fuck, you hope you're not pregnant. You should've taken those birth control pills like you initially planned to, even if it was for different reasons. You pray to God that you're not pregnant already. You can't bring yourself to think about it.
How things changed…
Not that you don't want a baby. You do want one so bad. You've dreamed about being a mom for the longest time ever. But knowing the child would be Yoongi's, no matter what the morality you and Yeonseok would create, you just can't have that. It would be just a reminder of so many things.
You're supposed to get your period in a few days.
“No!” you exclaim, not bothering to explain to him that you don't know that for sure. “I wouldn't end it this way if I was.” you whisper, a silence swallowing the room for a moment.
Yoongi looks perplexed, like he's not sure what to do and you know what you have to do. He could easily be like “Okay good, there's no child so I will take the money” but no. He's here thinking of not taking the money because you didn't get the part of your deal. But it's fine with you. And for one reason only.
“You will take the money,” you tell him firmly, standing up to your full height as he looks up at you, still sitting up. You don't bother to remind him that he needs it. He surely knows about that and it's just a bitter reminder of his debt. “Don't waste your time trying to think what's morally right or not. You helped us either way and that shouldn't be ignored,”
As much as you hope for a response, he simply stares at you and has nothing to say. But then he gives you the slightest nod and it feels like the definite end. Things are officially over and you force yourself to send him a gentle smile. You wish you could look around his place one last time, feeling the bitter taste not only in your mouth but in your chest as well, as it brings many memories to you. All of this feels bittersweet but you can't think about it any longer. It's not right and you know it very well.
Your eyes stay on his for a little longer, not wanting to make things awkward as you lick your bottom lip. “Bye, Yoongi.”
“Yeah…” he mumbles, “Bye.”
Just like without looking around one last time, you don't waste any time to get your shoes as you quickly make it out of his apartment. The closing door and even the sound, leaves a hollow feeling in your chest. It does feel sad, despite everything.
Yoongi is not a bad man.
And this doesn't have to be sad. You shouldn't feel sad.
You're not sure if you'll ever see him again. Maybe he will appear at his parents house sometime. And you hope you'll be able to look him straight in the eyes and say “hello”. You weren't friends, you never were.
But it does feel like losing one. Despite all, not counting the mind-blowing sex, you've always felt comfortable around Yoongi.
Once again, you convince yourself this is for the best. Before things could get any messier, you have a marriage to focus on. The next thing you need to get over with is telling Yeonseok.
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“What did he do?”
The question is immediate and you roll your eyes, seemingly looking relaxed which can't be said about Yeonseok, after you spilled the truth. He barely had enough time to kiss you as a greeting as you couldn't hold it anymore and confess what you've decided to do. You knew you had to speak fast before Yeonseok questioning and frustration would start. With three straight-forward sentences you've informed your husband of ending the deal, saying you can't do it anymore.
“Nothing. I decided to end it and not because of him.”
“Then because of what?” he exclaims, arms in the air as he frustratedly brushes his fingers through his hair. “I thought you wanted this.”
“I did,” you assure him. Oh god, it feels like having this conversation all over again. You're exhausted. “I just… can't do that to you, Seok.” you tell him softly as he stares at you as if you grew two heads.
“But–but we wanted this,” he stutters, “So you slept with him for nothing?” What seems to be like realization suddenly hits his face as he widens his eyes and starts freaking out all over again.
You sit down on the bar stool, clutching the kitchen island's edge as you watch him.
“This is fucking great. You're not even pregnant and you want him to get the money? The answer is no. No fucking way.”
“Yeonsoek!”
“I said no!” he snaps and you flinch in response.
“I promised him.”
“Oh, so you talked to him before me? Fucking great!”
He trashes his hands again and the emotions from earlier and all that is happening right now catches up to you. You feel your insides shiver but not in a good way, not the way you're used to as you feel your eyes water. He notices it and his features soften.
“I'm sorry. I just went with my intuition and–”
“Well your intuition sucks,” he cuts you off, “You made a fool out of me. He's gonna have the time of his life knowing you told him before me. And top of that, he will get the money. No fucking way.”
“Is this what really bothers you?” you deadpan with a cold tone, finally catching his total attention as he stares at you. “How do you look in front of him? He literally doesn't care as much as you think he does. All of this is ridiculous. From the stupid beef you have with him to the plan we had.”
You're not sure if it's fair for you to bring up the plan. You agreed to it just as much as he did. Just because you suddenly changed your mind (over something you cannot admit to him) doesn't make him a bad guy.
“Oh, so you fucked him a few times and you suddenly know him.”
Your stomach drops and so do your hands as they land on your lap, the shock not wearing off your face as one would have expected. Yeonseok realizes what he said and for a moment, he doesn't look sorry for it until he notices your watery eyes that makes him shoot into an action. He kneels in front of you, touching your knees and you have to do everything in your power not to kick him away. Though, you flinch away from his touch which makes him hesitantly let you go as he sputters a set of apologies.
“I'm sorry, I didn't mean it came out that way. It's just a lot to take in. I thought we were in this together, honey. I thought we wanted a baby. Why end it so suddenly? I came with the terms of you,” he stops for a moment, “sleeping with my brother. It wasn't easy for me too, I didn't want you to sleep with him but we wanted a baby so much. I just–don't understand what changed your mind.”
You know any of this has been easy on Yeonseok. No man would want another man fuck his woman, especially when it's his own brother. Not mentioning how much he despises him. Despite this, Yeonseok wasn't sure of Yoongi's idea and was actually against it in the beginning. Only after you assured him you're fine with it and this is the only way, he agreed. But surely, it affected him and you know he took more work than normally, trying to distract himself from the situation but not from you. It was his way of coping with it and you understood him. He still made sure he came back as a loving husband.
All of this is fucked up.
Only if he agreed to the adoption or the sperm donor who isn't his brother, you could've avoided all of this. Now you don't blame anyone. Everyone agreed and has a part in this.
“I just felt… I didn't feel like it was the right thing to do. I no longer feel like it's the right thing to do.” you explain as he frowns but holds back any reaction.
“So what now?”
“I don't know,” you whisper, “I just wanted this to end,”
You know he's asking about the obvious topic that has brought you here. But you just need to take a breather. You don't want to think about it now. Whatever it is, you can figure it out later. If Yeonseok won't agree on another method that doesn't involve his “silly” requirements, it's not going to be that hard to pick the right option for both of you.
But like you said, you can't think about it now.
“Yoongi deserves the money,” Yeonseok head snaps to you and he opens his mouth but you quickly cut him off. “I decided to end this. Not him. No matter how much you dislike him, you know it's only morally right to give it to him. He helped us.”
“He fucking insisted on fucking you.” he shoots back and you bite inside your cheek in frustration.
“And I agreed!” you exclaim, standing up as you slightly push him away from you. Your breath quickens but you force yourself to take a deep breath. “We got into this together.” you remind him as you walk away.
Yeonseok calls out your name, desperately trying to talk but you just can't keep up with this conversation.
“I need to be alone!” you yell out to him, knowing he's not close to you as you rush to the bathroom.
You lock yourself, even though you're not sure if he would follow you and walk in. He probably wouldn't but you need to be sure. You pace around the spacious bathroom, the anxiousness coming back as the events of today replay in your mind. The frustration is unbearable and you harshly bite onto your lower lip when you already started crying.
Why the fuck are you crying?
Today has been a lot to handle and you know it. Yet you're so mad at yourself for being so emotional. It seemed like a good idea in the beginning, all of this. Too blind with a hope of starting a family, you've never expected to end up in this mess. It sounded so smooth and easy. There are a lots of ifs but you know it's stupid to even think about it right now. What's done is done.
Looking at your reflection, you chuckle bitterly at the sight of yourself with watery eyes and smudged mascara. You look awful. Today has affected you – appearance wise.
You try your best to clean your face without smudging anything else, not even the lavender diffuser calming down your nerves. Gripping the edges of the counter, you just stare at yourself trying not to cry before your eyes linger on a specific drawer for a moment. You should do this too. You should end this once and for all and throw this whole chapter behind you. You can't wait because you know this would be the next thing making you anxious.
Opening the drawer, your eyes stop at the few boxes you haven't seen in a while as you're reminded of all the times you had it opened with hopeful eyes. Now it's a completely different hopeful eyes. Pulling out two boxes just to be sure, your shaky hands open them as you take the clean glass and fill it up with water. You drink it all, not noticing how thirsty you have been.
You bring the two pregnancy tests with you as you sit down on the toilet. You follow the instructions that you know very well by now, but this time it feels different. The anxiousness makes you want to vomit again but you swallow it down.
No, it's going to be okay.
Why the fuck did you have to have sex with Yoongi so many times that night?
Your coping mechanism is trying to convince yourself it's all going to be good. The tests will come out as negative. You and Yeonseok will think of another way. What you should've done from the beginning.
You flush the toilet once you're done, setting the tests on the counter as you wait. You don't have your phone with you, it's still in your purse and you curse yourself for not taking it out. Not only to set the timer on, but so you could occupy yourself instead of anxiously biting your nails.
Sitting on the floor, you wrap your arms around your head while somewhere in the distance, outside of the bathroom, you hear the clicking sounds. You sit there for a couple of minutes, trying to think of the simplest things but it turns out to be the hardest task. Swallowing, you stand up on your wobbly legs and cautiously approach the sink and the counter. You know the results should be shown by now.
You hesitate, looking everywhere instead of the stupid two tests and the messy boxes you still haven't thrown into the bin. You rub your nose frustratedly.
Fuck it.
You look. You grab the first test tightly but clumsily, so you almost drop it. It's not too far away from you dropping it all over again as you stare at the result.
Your stomach heaves and you cover your mouth. No. No. No.
You look under the lightning, trying to get a better look as you stare at the two lines, one of them very faint. No. It's only a bad result.
You quickly toss it back on the counter as you grab the other one, a different brand. Don't freak out. One test doesn't mean anything.
Looking at it closely, you let out a shaky gasp. “Fuck.”
You toss it on the counter and quickly sit up on the edge of the tub.
You're pregnant. Apparently.
With Yoongi's baby.
Your hands shake like crazy and you cry. It's such an overwhelming feeling, one you've always waited for so long but now you're not sure what to feel. The fact there's a baby growing inside of you brings you an indescribable feeling. You're too shocked to even realize what different emotions you feel.
The hand on your stomach still shakes as your insides tense. You cry into your palm – out of shock, and even happiness because you cannot feel angry knowing there's a baby inside of you. A new life created and slowly growing inside you. It's the fact how the baby came into this world and whose father it is. No. This baby could be Yeonseok's. He is going to be the father just like you originally planned.
This is what you wanted. Maybe this is how it was supposed to be.
Why do you feel like bursting in tears though?
“Honey, are you okay?”
Yeonseok's muffled voice makes your head snap toward the sound of it.
“I'm sorry for what I said. You've been there for a while and I just want to apologize.”
He sounds way more calm than before. He always does when he has a time to think things over.
You stare at the pregnancy tests and boxes frantically, not knowing what to do as Yeonseok keeps knocking on the door.
“I'll be right out!” you yell, not hiding the distress in your voice as Yeonseok begins to question it immediately.
What are you doing?
Why are you trying to hide this?
He's going to eventually know and you can't bear to keep another secret. You want to have a happy and peaceful life. Sighing, you let go off the boxes as they drop back on the counter before you unlock the door. You barely have any time to take a step back from the door as Yeonseok comes in and gazes at you with an apologetic look.
“I'm so sorry for what I told you. I'm an asshole, you don't deserve this and you're right, I will give him the freaking money,” he purses his lips as you raise your brow at him causing him to sigh, “But you're right. I'm doing it for you though and–”
He stops as his eyes suddenly stop in the sink's direction. He blinks as he walks up to it and glances at the boxes.
“What–” He quickly looks back, barely checking your expression as he checks the results instead as he opens his mouth. “Are you pregnant?”
You realize he tilts his head cluelessly, trying to see the second line.
“I–” you clear your throat, “I think so.”
“Are you sure?”
“Well, no. The other line is faint, so I'm not totally–”
You gasp as you're wrapped by a pair of strong arms, Yeonseok's lips kissing your forehead in pure ecstasy. “Oh my god, honey. This is amazing. This is what we wanted. Oh my god, I can't believe this.”
You should share his happiness, you know you're happy about this baby no matter how much you wished for a different result (it sounds bad, you know) but now that there's a high possibility that you're pregnant, you know you already love this baby and nothing will change that. But instead, you just stand there and barely seem to catch up with Yeonseok's reactions as he keeps hugging you, smiling at you widely and kissing you all over your face.
Not even once he thinks “oh shit, she's carrying my brother's baby”. He's happy, so happy that you're not sure if you've ever seen him this happy. Ever.
“We're gonna be parents.” His voice cracks in happiness as you see his tearing up, realizing your own tears start to stain your cheeks once again.
You crack a smile and this time, hug him back as the moment you've been waiting for finally happens.
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kookiecrumb · 2 days ago
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KNJ & JJK || In Paris
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summary: Namjoon shows Jungkook how to pleasure a woman in the city of love.
tags: pure smut (18+), idol!jungkook x reader × idol!namjoon
warnings: threesome, unprotected sex*(don't do this), brief handjob/blowjob combo, innocent!jungkook, experienced!namjoon, vocal kink, smol praise
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In the shadows of the Parisian night, Namjoon stands over you both guiding Jungkook's hands on you as he gazes up innocently, blushing hard.
The curtains to the suite are up, and the only light comes from the glimmering city outside.
You're under them both, and feel every ridge of your body caressed by Jungkook's cool hands. But Namjoon controls them, thrumming in Jungkook's ear about how to pleasure your body.
His sharp gaze reprimands his pace, pulls him back as punishment for speeding up. "You've got to fuck her slow. Indulge her. If you're too fast...it won't feel good."
When he pushes his ass to force his hips to bury his cock deep into your gushing cunt, his eyes fixate on where you and Jungkook connect.
Jungkook breaks out into a needy moan over you, his breath labored and his body tired. His desperate nature deeply contrasts that of his elder.
Namjoon keeps composure as he impartially watches the both of you fall apart over one another. He's so proud that Jungkook has the opportunity to experience a body like yours...it's a great experience for him.
The way Namjoon is looking at you, you know he wants to stretch you out until you feel it in your gut.
Jungkook's flow of moans prompt yours to spill from your mouth as he brings his hips up and smooths his hands over your sides.
"I'm gonna need you to watch me," Namjoon hums into Jungkook's ear as he whips out his thick cock…you plead softly, fluidly stroking him before taking his tip in your mouth.
"You'll be a good girl for us, right?"
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a/n: had this in drafts lmk if you like it
tags: @kooliv @koobsessed @angelwonie @carolynanderson @hoseokgrecns @bangsterz @sxtaep @koostarcandy @hgema @jjkeverlast @armys-dna @nglmrk @swyseren
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jananakookie · 2 days ago
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Rumor Has It | pjm - Chapter 1
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💬 Pairing: Jimin x OC (Reader)
💬 Genre/Tags: enemies(?) to lovers, fake-dating au; angst, fluff, smut
💬 Chapter warnings: contains slut shaming, oc gets slapped in the face, bullying (this will NOT be a falling in love with my bully fic!), angst
💬 Word count: 4.3k
💬 Recap:
Rumor has it, Park Jimin is single again after his latest girlfriend cheated on him with his best friend.
Rumor has it, he's willing to get back at them.
Rumor has it, you're the perfect means to an end.
A/N: Sorry it took so long, I hope you enjoy! Only the first chapter will be in past tense btw
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Chapter 1: How it all began.
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You would never have thought of yourself as someone who has a particular reputation. 
In High School, you used to be the one who went down in the crowd. You had your small group of friends, a couple of boyfriends (if you can even call them that), and a few acquaintances in some of your classes you never talked to outside of school. 
By and large, just the kind of High School experience most people go through.
In that regard, it was all the more surprising to you when you suddenly came to be the center of everyone's attention during your first year of college.
If you now were to talk to someone from back then, they would never have expected that it would be you who would end up in such a situation. 
That it would be you, who’d one day be the probably most talked about person in college - and not in a good way. 
Oh no. Not in a good way, for sure.
And you have absolutely no idea how it could have come to this in the first place.
But you know how it started.
It started with a guy. 
Of course, it did. Every misfortune in a girl's life almost always starts with her meeting a guy, doesn't it?
But every story has its origin, so let's start at the very beginning of the story and how your current situation came about. 
Because it has started much earlier. 
Before everyone knew your name, before everyone dragged it through the mud, used it whenever and for whatever it pleased them. 
Before you were laughed at, yelled at, frowned upon, and especially insulted by people you don't even know.
Before you lost all of your friends and gained almost a whole army of enemies instead.
Even before Park Jimin made an appearance at your apartment door one evening and specifically asked you for a favor. A favor that would remain in your memory for a long time and would mark the beginning of something completely new. 
Something you, for sure, had never expected.
Oh, what have you gotten yourself into?
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Compared to most other colleges, the one you're attending is relatively small, which is probably also one of the reasons why rumors spread so quickly here.
It can be both a disadvantage and an advantage, considering how many people find out in a short time about something that was supposed to be kept secret.
On the other hand, it also means that the gossip factory calms down again faster because the next scandal is already in circulation.
You do not want to offend anyone, and of course, not every guy automatically has to be a prick. There are some good guys out there, and you know they exist, but you also know how extremely rare they are. And unfortunately for you, most of the ones you have had the pleasure of dating so far, fit that pattern perfectly. 
It started with a guy.
And for you, the one who started it all was a guy named Kim Jeongin. 
You started dating Jeongin precisely one month into your first year of college.
He was cute, he was sweet, he was polite and extremely good-looking. And he was interested in you too, which more or less made him a dream come true at that time. 
Many young girls tend to be naive and fall easily for pretty eyes and a hairstyle that looks like the guy just woke up and didn’t care, and you were no exception. 
However, the rude awakening came just a couple of weeks later when you two went out to a party together with your friends, and he kept behaving like an asshole out of nowhere. 
Between getting inappropriately drunk and throwing jokes your way that came across as more than just a little insulting at times, he also somehow started accusing you of hitting on his friends – or any other male person in that building, for that matter. 
Come to think of it now, it's actually kind of funny, considering he was the one who ended up making out with someone that wasn’t you at the end of the night. 
Needless to say, you broke things off right then and there because you might not have been the hottest chick on campus, nor were you the most popular, but you did know your self-worth, and everyone deserves better than that anyway.
But here’s the thing. Jeongin did not see it that way. He didn't appear to take you seriously when you told him you guys were over. You had a slight idea about that when he only started laughing in your angry face that night, saying you were overreacting and seeing things that weren't there, but you were a hundred percent certain when he was standing in front of your door the following morning as if nothing ever happened.
It took a ridiculous amount of time and effort to get rid of him that morning - to get rid of him for good. But eventually, he went on his way with some very colorful insults that left his mouth only to be thrown your way. 
You couldn't help but be relieved to have gotten rid of him. After seeing his true colors, it was more than obvious you really dodged a bullet there.
However, unfortunately, this was not the end of your story with Jeongin. No, that would've been way too easy.
Instead, the following day, he told all his friends that he had dumped you because you were “a dirty, cheating slut“ who cheated on him with not just one but two random guys. 
It was ridiculous, very childish, and immature, but they still believed him, making jokes about how he should have seen it coming and stuff like that.
Them believing his lies wasn’t even that far-fetched, seeing how all of them had brains that stopped growing right after they were born, and did it come to you as a surprise? Hell, no. 
You could sense their stupidity from miles away as soon as you met them for the first time, and that should have been a red flag already. You usually get to know someone best through their friends; to see what type of people they surround themselves with. But for some reason unknown to you, you just thought he would be different.
Long story short, his friends told their friends and other people, and soon enough, most people in your year had heard about it. This was, of course, foreseeable, given how he had quite the reputation as earlier mentioned.
What you did not expect, however, was that even people outside his rather big group of friends believed it.
You still have no idea why so many people even cared about you in the first place. After all, you were close to a nobody. Just a college freshman, having no idea about anything yet and simply wanting to go through the whole college dating experience.
Now, look where this has gotten you.
You didn't find out about all the hassle until just before your first class, when one of your friends came up to you and angrily explained that she never thought you would cheat, leaving you completely perplexed because you didn't even know what was going on in the first place.
You remember feeling both hurt and angry at her for actually believing something as stupid as this, while she should have been on your side and been a good friend. 
Yes, you had not known her for long, but it was the least you expected from your friend.
Of course, seeing how you honestly were a nobody, it was forgotten within a couple of weeks when someone else took your place as the number one topic on campus. And this was college, after all. No one really cared that much.
However, it was the first time that your reputation, even if completely unjustly, suffered a blow, and your name was put in a negative light through the mouths of others. And it did stay in some people's minds even after everyone found something else to gossip about.
You just simply went on with your own life and tried to stay away from anyone who wanted to bring you down. 
After you got over your anger at Jeongin, you even went on dates again because you didn't want to let a loser like him take away your chance to find someone who really wanted to be with you.
A few months later, you were about to meet with a couple other students in the library for a group project when you suddenly noticed how a group of girls not far from you seemed to be talking and giggling about something.
You had noticed how their glances met you from time to time, but you only really realized that you were the actual subject of their conversation when they walked past you and whispered some very unpleasant things in your direction, making sure you’d hear them.
“Is there something you wanted to say to my face?” 
You had no interest in keeping your mouth shut anymore. Whenever you heard someone bad-mouthing you, you made sure they got to hear your opinion on it as well. 
Most of the time this was all it took for them to keep their mouths shut and make them walk away right after, but this time they didn’t. 
This group of girls obviously wanted to achieve more with their whispering than just annoy you.
“No, sorry. My friends and I were just talking about how much of a slut you are,” one of the girls immediately spat at you without even looking at you. Instead, she stubbornly stared at her nails and picked some dirt from under them, acting as if she hadn’t just insulted you like that. 
“Excuse me?” You were taken aback, not gonna lie. You didn’t expect something like that from her just out of the blue. 
As you let your eyes roam over the small group to see if you knew any of them, you quickly realized that you didn't recognize a single one of these girls, which confused you more than anything. 
“Why would you say that?”
“Why would I say that?” She scoffed, finally giving you the honor to fully look at you.
“If you truly don't know, then you should really work on your morals, hun. Just a hint, keep your hands off of guys who are taken, and maybe then the people will stop talking shit behind your back.”
“I’m sorry, I really don’t know what you’re talking about, hun. I don't do that kind of thing. Ever,” you spat back, happy your group partners had yet to arrive.
“Sure you don’t,” she scoffed again, clearly getting even more irritated with you as the conversation got on. “My boyfriend told me everything that went down on Saturday, don't even try to talk your way out of it.”
“Your… what? I really have no idea what you’re talking about. I don’t even know you, nor do I know your boyfriend. Maybe you’re confusing me with someone else?” You tried to be nice, but her judgmental, nasty attitude made it really hard for you.
“I sure as hell am not. As I said, he told me everything.”
“Well, then he didn’t tell you the truth because I’m sure I do not know him,” you argued while trying to keep your voice down. The last thing you needed was somebody else overhearing this conversation and starting yet another wave of rumors about you.
She just took her phone out of her pocket and held it in front of you, opening the lock screen that showed a picture of her and a guy. 
You were surprised to see that you actually did know him. However, you remembered the encounter with him very differently. 
“Okay, well, I see what’s going on here now,“ you sighed, massaging your temples when you felt a slight headache coming up from the frustration. “Look, I swear whatever he told you isn’t the truth. I was not hitting on him or something like that. If anything, he’s the one who came up to me and started being inappropriate.” 
What went down with her boyfriend and how he behaved was much worse than that actually. But you wanted to spare her the details, especially in front of her friends. Everything you wanted was for her to realize that the guy she was dating was a total prick who deserved to be dumped as soon as possible. 
You don’t know what you expected, but she didn’t believe you. She only rolled her eyes, threw another insult your way, and told you to stay away from her boyfriend before walking away. 
Encounters of this or similar kind started to be more or less on the regular after that.
At a certain point, you couldn’t even talk to any guy anymore without their girlfriends giving you judgmental looks or anyone starting rumors about that.
And one day, it got to the point where, according to hearsay from the hallways, you even started taking money in exchange for sexual activities. Ridiculous.
Not to shame sex work as a whole, of course, but you never took place in those actions ever.
The rumor mill was bubbling, and somehow so many people joined in that it never really calmed down at all.
And so it came about that you were shunned by most people - as far as it could be arranged. No one really wanted to have anything to do with you anymore, afraid their relationship might break down, or their own reputation might suffer. And you started to seclude yourself as well.
It went on like that for quite a while. You lived your life, and so did everybody else. It was lonely, but it was definitely bearable. At least you got by. 
That was until you got yet another blow. And the hardest and deadliest blow was given to you by someone you would never have expected it from. 
If you thought it could not have been worse for you, you were mistaken because shit only started to escalate really badly when Kim Taehyung was caught cheating on his girlfriend at a frat party at the end of the spring semester in junior year. 
He and his girlfriend Nayeon were something like the power couple of your college... even if it sounds so immensely stupid, one could guess it's a joke. But no, everybody loved Taehyung and Nayeon both as a couple and individually.
So him cheating on her was something everyone was candidly talking about. 
Apparently, some person had taken a picture of him in a very heated make-out session with a girl who was definitely not his girlfriend. And it spread around campus like wildfire.
Of course, everyone was dying to know who the mystery girl in this photo was, and the revelation allegedly came only a couple of hours later when his girlfriend confronted him about it, to which he then claimed that it was you. 
Jung Nayeon, just like Kim Taehyung, was held in high esteem in your college, thanks to not only her incredible beauty but also her warm-hearted and equally beautiful character. So it was no surprise at all that Taehyung's confession added an entirely new dimension to your already bad reputation. 
If it had at least been the truth…
However, the truth was that, in your entire life, you have never even exchanged a single word with him, let alone had any kind of physical contact. 
So why would he make something like that up and hurt you with it when you had nothing to do with the whole thing in the first place?
Well, you had been thinking about this question for a long time, but the answer is actually quite simple: he didn't want to hurt the girl he was actually involved with behind his girlfriend's back. And the easiest way to do that was to find a scapegoat that would have to take all the blame instead of her.
And no one would fit the role better than you.
Turned out that he made an exceptionally smart decision there. 
No one has even entertained the thought of questioning his statement. No one. Not one single person.
And just like that, your reputation had suffered another serious blow, and you went from being “the campus mattress” to the most hated person on campus without even knowing what was going on.  
You learned about the latest rumors about you only a few hours later. You had just come out of class and were on your way home when you suddenly noticed the dirty glances of all the people in the hallway, no doubt directed at you. 
In fact, it, unfortunately, wasn't that uncommon for you to get dirty looks, and you hadn't even thought much about it, but just figured it was probably a new rumor going around. And in a way, you were right. 
However, you didn't expect that this rumor would have a much wider reach and that many more students would be interested in it than in the ones before.
That realization came rather quickly after you walked outside the building and were instantly met with a hard slap across your face. 
Gasping in shock, you stared at your attacker with tears already starting to form in your eyes from the pain that was spreading out on your face. 
“Nayeon?” Gaping at the girl standing there in front of you, looking at you with so much hatred in her eyes, you blinked a couple of times to try and get rid of the tears that had started to form.
“How could you do that to me, you disgusting piece of shit?!” She yelled right in your face, tears pricking at her eyes while she pointed her finger in your face, almost poking your eye out in the process. 
Still not knowing what was going on, you just looked around with a frown, trying to see if there was anything that would give you at least an indication of what was happening. But there was nothing.
“You’re so embarrassing. It is sad, really,” she spat.
“And to think that I always used to defend you in front of everybody else,” she scoffed, making a disgusted face at you. “Looks like what they're saying is true after all. You really are a slut. And you’re pathetic. Stay away and leave your dirty, STD-infected hands off my boyfriend.” 
“What?” You breathed, blinking up at Taehyung, standing a couple of feet behind her. He immediately looked away as soon as your eyes met his, and that was when you finally connected the dots.
He used you as an excuse.
Feeling your lips wobble already from being overwhelmed and completely humiliated, you turned away without another word, trying to escape the scene as soon as you could. 
Usually, you’re anything but a crybaby, but this really had to be the worst situation you’ve ever been in. 
Getting slapped across the face yelled at, and savagely insulted by someone you used to admire, someone you thought wasn’t like the rest of them, was bad enough. But having all of this happen in front of hundreds of people you knew won’t have your back was utterly embarrassing and an overall horrible feeling.
As you tried to push your way through Nayeon’s friends, you could clearly hear them calling you names, but you didn't pay them any attention. The only goal you had right then was to leave everyone’s eyes as fast as you could.
Don’t ever mess with the biggest sweetheart on campus, who’s loved and admired by everybody. Especially if you're already at the bottom of the food chain anyway.
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You didn’t go to any classes for the whole week after that incident.
The shame and embarrassment of this encounter with Nayeon prevented you from even leaving your small apartment at all. You didn't even dare to go grocery shopping, which, in retrospect, was kind of stupid, considering that it wasn’t the whole town that was out to get you - even if it felt like it. 
Still, you stayed away from people for as long as you could.
No one would have expected that it would be Park Jimin himself, of all people, who would get you out of the line of fire and reveal the truth to everyone a few weeks later. 
You only picked it up through hasty whispers in the hallways, but he was supposedly the one who figured out that the girl in the photo had not been you. 
And the reason for all the commotion wasn't that your name could now be cleared - oh no. All of a sudden, no one was even the slightest bit interested in you. 
No, the real reason for the uproar was the exposure of the person that was actually behind it all. 
And it was probably pure irony of fate when Jimin made public that the actual person in the photo was none other than his own girlfriend. 
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Her name was Lee Yeji.
You didn't actually know that much about her, to be honest. She was mostly known for being Park Jimin's girlfriend and part of Nayeon's friend group. But you did remember her standing next to Nayeon when she confronted you that day. 
Oh, how the tables have turned now.
Something deep inside you, something sordid and disgusting, felt the need to feel something like satisfaction. 
After all, Nayeon humiliated you in front of all her friends and a sizable crowd. Would it really be wrong to see it as some sort of fulfillment that the real culprit was actually one of her closest friends?
You didn't really know what to make of it, but one thing was for sure: the news didn't bring you any joy. Not even the fact that you were off the hook made you happy because as already mentioned, nobody cared about you anyway. But as fate would have it, you still cared about Nayeon even after everything that happened between the two of you. And you couldn't imagine what she was going through. 
One thing was for sure, it must have been awful. And no matter how badly she humiliated you, you didn't think she deserved that kind of pain because no one does. 
Her friend and her boyfriend? You wouldn’t wish that on your worst enemy. 
Taehyung is trash, and honestly you think she should be happy to have gotten rid of him. A girl like her can do so much better than a cheater like him. You just hoped she'd realize that as well. But you remember her and Yeji being somewhat close. Especially since Nayeon and Jimin are also very close friends and apparently knew each other longer than the rest of them have at that point. 
And that brings us to the actual person of interest: Park Jimin.
What is there to know about Park Jimin? 
Well, everybody knows about him, that much is sure. 
As far as you know, his family is pretty well off, considering his parents run some kind of business you have no idea about, but if you can believe the whispers in the halls (and that's not certain, considering all the rumors being spread about you), then his family is probably one of the most influential in the city.
You never cared much about him. He always seemed just like the typical rich kid, whose only personality trait is… well, being rich. Only sharing a couple of classes, you didn’t get to know him enough to really form a fair opinion on him, though.
You just know things concerning his personality from Nayeon, and she has always insisted that his reputation does not live up to him, that he can be a cocky ass at times but is a totally different guy in private. 
You never told her that, but you always thought that she was a bit biased in that regard. After all, they both come from the same circles and have known each other since childhood. But you also know how wrong you can be about a person and that you never really know someone just by hearing what people say about them. 
The only thing you can give him credit for is that, as far as you know, he has always stayed out of any rumors concerning you. Well, you cannot know that for sure, but at least he never attacked you personally.
He has never insulted you or even given you the same judgmental looks you usually get from most other students. And it's sad to say that because it should go without saying, especially in college, but you're still very grateful to him for that. It at least means that he cannot be a complete douchebag, after all. 
Nevertheless, you must have looked very surprised when, about a month after the infamous incident, none other than Park Jimin himself knocked on your door. 
With a small bouquet of tulips in his hand (which, by the way, looked very similar to the ones blooming in your neighbors' garden) and a big grin on his face, he stood in front of you and stared you down, probably judging the pair of dirty sweatpants and the old, much too big t-shirt you had on. 
It took you a moment to even realize that it was really him. That's how preposterous the whole situation was.
And at that time, you didn't even know that all this would be just the beginning of a story you couldn't have imagined better in your dreams.
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revivalwrites · 13 hours ago
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The Operator
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Synopsis : there is nothing normal about Greenwood University. however, the school is your only option. it is even more fearful when the person everyone told you to stay away from, Jungkook , is the one who won’t leave you alone.
parings: yandere! inhuman jungkook x original character / overprotective sibling taehyung x original character
warnings: yandere behavior, light smut, mentions of sex, violence, mentions of miscarriage, inhuman behavior, graphic details
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chapter 15: this is not the end
"I want unity between Ringstar and Bangtan. The planets are neighbors and although our planets can not physically combine we can combine in spirit and leadership. Bangtan has some important resources that Ringstar enjoys, vice versa. Wouldn't it be amazing to share each other's culture and to travel to each other's planet?" Jungkook explained to the council.
Since Jungkook's public outburst both Bangtan and Ringstar leaders have come together for a meeting. It was important they discuss new plans since the operator has arrived. Some looked at him with shakeable fear and admiration while others looked at him with detest.
"No! Queen Shay has ruled for centuries with King Ash before you killed your father years ago! And now we are suppose to accept you because you are a baby made out of infidelity? You have no right to rule Ringstar. You are not full blooded let alone made out of pure love. You're an abomination. Ringstar should not combine with the trash planet that created you." One of the elder councilmen of Ringstar declared.
The room's attention was on Jungkook waiting for his reaction. He bellowed out an amused laugh.
"Old man. I am the son of the most powerful man who ever lived and was born into a bloodline whose power came from an ancient Ringstar rock. There is nobody more capable and deserving than me to rule. It's my birthright!" Jungkook yelled in defense.
The old man stood up from his chair. "Maybe it is. But I can not see it in my heart to support a mistake like you."
"How about we actually see your heart?" Jungkook sneered as his eyes turned purple. Using his telekinesis he ripped the man's heart out without lifting a finger. The man's heart landed at the middle of the table as he fell over in death.
The table gasped in shock and fear some even backing their chairs away.
"M-May I say something?" Queen Shay asked. The beautiful queen's eyes was close shut trying to avoid the gore that was in front of her. 
"Of course my Queen." Jungkook retorted.
The queen took a deep breath before standing up.
"If anyone should be mad about Jungkook's birth and ruling its me. My late husband cheated on me with my late best friend and had him. I ached in pain at his infidelity. But his infidelity was his. None of this is Jungkook's fault yet he has made it his responsibility to consider all of us his people. We should all be honored. I have ruled for many years and have grown tired. I may look like I am in my twenties but the reality is I am hundreds years of age. It is a time a younger, more visionary person rises. Even at a young age of 17, Jungkook was operating all of us. Never in centuries have everything been as peaceful as it was when he ruled. We must be able to change and unite for the better." Some of the councilmen clapped at her words as Jungkook respectfully bowed at her.
"Thank you so much Queen Shay. The respect I have for you can not be expressed in words. But to the councilmen who disagrees please know you are just councilmen, men who gives counsel not decisions. I will unite the two planets and the Pukkas and Abom system will be restored!" Jungkook announced once again making the men silently look down.  While others simply nodded in agreement.
"Now can everyone except the Queen and my brother be dismissed." He continued. The room quickly left scared to be in his presence any longer.
"My my, have you grown Jungkook. I am proud of you." Queen Shay admired as she hugged him.
"I am honored to have your support my Queen. I do not know how my father could cheat on a beautiful woman like you."
"That is a good observation. How did you and King Ash even meet?" Jimin asked.
"Growing up I studied the dance of ballet. I've became very good at it so as an adult I joined a huge ballet show with other dancers. The show was very famous, one day surprisingly Ash and his family joined. Ash loved my dancing and thought I was beautiful so after the show he came to meet me.
I felt I had to since he was the Prince. He soon became instantly in love with me and demanded to take me on these extravagant dates. Eventually there was talks of marriage which I couldn't decline since most royal marriages are arranged. I detested him for not giving me a choice in our marriage. He also didn't allow me to publicly dance or go anywhere without security. The lifestyle wasn't for me at all.
Eventually I learned to get use to the lifestyle and eventually him. We started working together as Queen and King and became closer. Sometimes we would have casual sex but it wasn't passionate because I didn't love him. I never fully gave myself to him. He hated that I didn't love him as much as he loved me.
After years he became cold and I guess he started cheating on me. In other circumstances, I feel like we could've worked. Perhaps if I was a ballet dancer and he was just a middle class man who went to the show." She explained smiling at the thought.
Jimin looked at Jungkook seeing if he felt any reaction to the story. "Sometimes I feel guilty for killing my parents and it was wrong of me to take away yours." Jungkook said looking at Jimin who was not expecting his confession.
"I'll admit I took our mom's death very hard.  A part of me hated you for taking her life but she did try to kill you. I also disagree with you for killing my father today. I know they both deserve death but I could never forget the good times I had with them. Part of my power is seeing people's happiest desire and I just always wanted to see you happy again so I just dealt with it no matter how bad it hurt." Jimin cried Jungkook embraced him in a hug.
"I'm sorry hyung I should have thought of you. For now on, I will always think of you." Jungkook said holding in tears.
"Oh c'mon join the hug." Jimin laughed through his cries as Queen Shay hugged the two boys.
After a while they let each other go. "Speaking of happiness how is my love doing?" Jungkook ask Jimin.
"She's with her family. She was shocked at your decapitation ceremony. Anyways, we went to the doctor's and we found out she has basic powers and a long lifetime. The doctor said she might even have other powers." Jimin explained.
Jungkook did not look happy at the news and that confused Jimin. He thought he wanted her to have powers.
"Hyung do you mind that I speak with Queen Shay alone?" Jungkook weakly asked. Jimin eyebrows creased in worry but he listened to Jungkook and left.
"What's wrong?" Queen Shay asked.
"I-I don't want Storm to die." Jungkook admitted eyes getting glossy at the thought.
"But she's going to live for hundreds of years."
"That's not enough!" Jungkook yelled. He sighed at his outburst. "I'm sorry. It's just that I'm immortal and I don't want to outlive her I want to be with her forever."
"Jungkook, the reason your father and his ancestors died is because of the weapon that was created to destroy immortal beings. Your father killed his father to get the kingship and the same happen before that. Immortality is not as forever as you think." The Queen explained.
"Have you forgotten that the weapon didn't work on me?"
"But I know something that will work. Nobody knows this so you must not repeat it." The Queen said in a serious tone.
"I'm immortal."
"H-How? You're not of the royal blood line?"
"Immortality is hereditary in your father's line which is how you received it. Meaning it’s in the baby's blood. Long ago, I became pregnant. It was a secret only between the castle. Unfortunately, the baby died before I could birth it. When I found out I became weak and my heart stopped. I also died. Days later, I woke up I discovered that when the baby died the amniotic fluid somehow gave me it's powers it was meant to have."
"So you're saying I have to get Storm pregnant then kill the baby and then her?" Jungkook asked.
"What! No! I'm saying that previously your grandmothers never had immortality because the amniotic fluid was only in them for 9 months and afterwards the sac is removed. If she was pregnant and you stored a vial of the fluid and injected in her after birth she would also be immortal."
"Oh, well we're not exactly at that base yet."
"Until you are keep a close watch on her." Queen Shay warned.
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"I can't believe you. I was sleeping good until random soldiers walked in and brought me here!" Storm complained.
"But I've missed you and I know you've missed me too." He whined.
"You saw me this morning!" She argued as she took the looks at the bedroom. It was the most luxurious room she's ever seen, clearly meant for a royal.
"That's was a long time. Can you stop complaining I want us to go to bed."
She sighed before getting settled on the bed. "We're on a planet with many rooms so what's your excuse now."
"I like to keep my valuable possessions close in case someone tries to steal it." He explained wrapping an arm around her body bringing her closer.
"Did you know I have so many family members? I can't even tell you all their names Jungkook but they were so nice." Storm told him.
"I'm so glad. You deserve to be surrounded by people who love you." Jungkook praised giving her a slight peck on the cheek.
"What did you do today besides decapitate Jimin's father?"
"Seriously? Are you ever going to stop?" Jungkook asked removing his arm from her.
"Stop what?"
"Your random bitchy comments. One minute you're nice and then you say something like that." Jungkook explained.
"You expect me not to react to you killing people like its normal!"
"If it bothered you as much as you wished it did you wouldn't bother to even be civil with me. Stop sending such mixed signals."
Storm felt she should defend herself more. But Jungkook was a smooth talker that could make a guilty person think they are innocent and a innocent person think they are guilty. "I-I'm sorry but its kind of hard to forget things like that. I'm not used to seeing so much justification for murder."
Jungkook turned her chin so it faced him. "You told me on Earth that you liked me. It's nobody here to judge you butterfly. Stop convincing yourself that liking me is wrong and let yourself live and be happy. It's better to accept it now because i'm never letting go of us."
Perhaps he was right. It's not like Jungkook was a bad person he always been kind to her. She stared into his eyes and slowly nodded her head.
"Your eyes. They have pink specks. It's beautiful." He observed staring at her.
"Can I see your eyes?" She quietly asked him. He closed his eyes for a slight second. Opening them his eyes were now purple. "I like your eyes too."
"Really? I sort of hated it growing up because I was the only person with purple eyes. Sometimes, when I'm angry or stressed my veins underneath turns black." He explained.
"Purple represents wisdom and healing and in some strange way I think you have helped me heal, with meeting my family and everything. I hate to admit it but you probably protected people in Greenwood with your system and that takes wisdom."
"Wow! My baby is finally complimenting me." He praised pecking her on the lips.
When his lips parted from hers she did the unexpected and connected their lips again in a slow kiss. Excited from her surprising actions, he kissed her back this time more roughly and gratifyingly. Their lips met together rythymitically in desire.
Jungkook faintly pulled at her bottom lip cause her to slightly arch her back. He used this opportunity to pull off his shirt and quickly connect his lips again to hers as their tongues wrestled each other. His hand found his way under her shirt holding onto her waist as she pressed her arms around his neck.
Jungkook's hands found her breast, as he obscurely squeezed it causing her to let out a moan. The noise was pleasing to his ears and excited him even more. "Good girl, you want the whole castle to know that you're mine." He teased.
His seductive tone of voice caused her break free from her trance. Despite her actions, she was not ready to go this far with him. "We need to stop!"
"Why? Because you moaned?"
"No! T-That was my stomach! I'm hungry." She lied.
"Hungry or Horny?" He teased.
"Ok fine! I got a little excited but not as much as you clearly are!" She declared looking at his sweatpants.
"Don't create problems unless you're going to fix it love." He joked as he let himself fall to his side of the bed.
She glared at him for his obscene comments.
"Hey, i'm kidding. Besides we're going to be with each other all the time we'll have sex eventually. Perhaps after I marry you."
"No!" She gasped.
"You can't wait that long?" He questioned.
"No. I mean yes. Fuck, I mean since when did I say yes to marriage. We've only been on one date?"
"I'm your king you have to marry me if I ask you. It's the tradition here."
"You're talking crazy so I'm going to sleep." She yawned before laying down to go to sleep hoping that he was just bluffing.
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Storm woke up with arms around her torso and breathing on her neck. She tried to break free but it only resulted in her being hugged tighter. "Trying to run away baby?"
"No, I just need to get ready. I'm suppose to hang out with my cousins and we've been sleeping all morning."
"I never gave you permission." He said finally being fully alert.
"I shouldn't have to ask for permission to see my family. Besides, don't you have alot to do for someone who run two planets?"
"Yes, but I want to spend time with you. You can do these things with me. I don't want you to leave my sight."
"Wasn't one of the reasons you tried to convince me to enjoy Ringstar was my family and now you're telling me I can't see them." She complained as she gave one final jerk from his arms breaking free.
"I guess your logic makes sense but only on one condition." He proposed.
"What is it?" She asked happily.
"You have to open up your mind to me so if anything happens I can find you." He suggest with a slight smirk.
"What no! That means you can like read my mind."
"No, I can't read minds only control them."
"That's even worst! I don't want you to mind control me." She argued.
"I'm not. Look, I can't read your thoughts and I don't want to control you. If you open your mind up to mind to me I can track you." He explained.
She looked at him looking for any hint of lies. She expected this was the only was she could leave so she nodded her head. "Alright how do we do that."
"Just take my hand and look into my eyes." He explained. She obeyed and look at his purple eyes.
"Is it working?"
"No because you're nervous. Relax baby."
She took a huge breath and relaxed her mind as she stared at him.
"Can you hear me?" She heard a familiar voice in her head causing her to jump in shock.
"What the hell!" She shrieked.
"Oh it works." He smiled. "Have fun love." He gave her a peck on the cheek before leaving the room.
"That's suspicious." She thought to herself
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Low music played in the background of the room of artists foreign to Storm as Jennie and Lisa started to dance with cups around their hand.
"Is this like a party?" Storm asked.
"No, its too early for parties! This is just a get together with a few friends that's coming over." Jennie drunkenly laughed.
Jisoo stared at Storm's demeanor looking for clues. "So where were you last night after all those security guards." Jisoo questioned.
"Oh take a guess!" Rosé scoffed.
"Jungkook?" Jisoo yelled. Storm nodded her head causing Jisoo to squeal. "So are you guys like a thing? Because Rosé claims you're the next queen."
"I guess we're a thing but I don't think it will last enough for me to become Queen. He'll get tired of me after a while. 
"Sweetheart, Jimin told me Jungkook has never shown interest in a girl until you. Giving all the things he have done to get you here, im pretty sure you're stuck with him for life." Rosé differed.
Storm eyes widen in shock as she didn't say a word.
"Wait do you want to be with Jungkook?" Lisa asked stopping her dancing.
Storm sighed. "I mean if I'm being honest, being with him feels like a vacation. I'm kind of happy I'm here because I met you guys. Also, I like the way he makes me feel wanted and protected."
"But?" Jennie said.
"My anxiety is through the room. Part of me misses my friends back home and my career. I have so many questions! What if he doesn't want me after a while? Why do I feel like my freedom will be lesser and lesser everyday on this planet? Can I really handle this lifestyle that Jungkook have? Why does he even want me I'm not good enough for him? What would everyone I love think of me for being with a dangerous man like him? What would my mom thought?" She ranted.
"Woahhh." Lisa sighed.
Jisoo rubbed her back in comfort. "Did you hear the speech yesterday? Jungkook didn't even want to leave his own planet, why would he get tired and leave you? He could have easily left his less modern home planet and only ruled Ringstar. He doesn't care if something might seem obsolete in people's eyes. If he loves something than its good enough for him."
"Why do I get a feeling that you never chose to be with Jungkook?" Jennie rose the question.
"Because she didn't." Rosé answered for her. The girls were stunned at the answer.
"Be honest, if you had the opportunity to go back home right now would you?" Lisa asked.
Storm pondered on the question. She was happy here but it also felt forced. Earth was her homeplanet just like Bangtan was Jungkook's. You see how quickly Jungkook left Earth despite liking the planet. It's not wrong of her for missing Earth.
"I-I think so. I just wish I had the option of visiting both planets. But I had to beg Jungkook to get me to come here so I highly doubt he'll let me go anywhere else."
"We don't judge you for liking Jungkook. Lots of girls here grew up liking him knowing he was dangerous. I just wish you had more control over the situation. And as for Lily? Aunt Lily would've never taken the job from Queen Shay to leave her family behind to find Jungkook if she didn't respect him. Jungkook is known as the most powerful and fair king to ever exist. The only ones who don't respect him are ones who are prejudice." Jennie explained.
"Speaking of Aunt Lily...How did she die Storm?"
Storm nervously looked away scared to tell them that it was her brother who killed her. They would even loose more respect for him if she admitted Jungkook was involved.
"Car accident. She hit a tree that struck her vital organs and the car caught on fire." Rosé answered covering for Storm.
The girls looked down bowing their heads in respect for her legacy.
"Car accidents kill people on Earth? Poor Lily if she was on Ringstar she would have never died this way!" Jennie cried.
"Guys I know we're all upset but Lily was never afraid of death and she left a beautiful daughter behind." Jisoo reasoned.
"You're right! So let's all forget our problems. All that anxiety and grief can go away." Rosé chirped as she pulled out a huge bottle of alcohol.
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"Go Storm!" The group chanted as she danced along to the music with a bottle in her hand. A few friends had come over so they all decided to open up a few alcohol bottles and dance to music.
Storm had never tried the strong taste of Ringstar's alcohol so as a result she got drunk pretty easily.
She left the dance circle and figured it was time she calmed down a little and sat on the couch beside Rosé.
Storm gave Rosé a huge smile."You know I love you couszy right?"
"I love you too but chill on the drinks." Rosé told her.
"I knowww but I've never tasted anything so good before." She giggled slurring her words.
"Just stay here i'll bring you some water."
Storm waited impatiently furiously tapping her feet. Her eyes were averted when she noticed that her cousin's friend Gabriel was approaching her.
"Hey, it's Storm right?" Gabriel asked taking the empty seat beside her.
"Storm yeah but like my mom did name me Nari."
"Nari, hm. That means Lily in Korean." Gabriel informed her.
"Yeah that was my mom's name. How do you know that? Do you know Korean?"
"I know alot of languages babe."
"Mmm. Must be nice." She stated wishing she knew the language. "And your name is?"
"Gabriel. Would you like to be saying that name many times tonight." He flirted causing Storm to gag in disgust.
"Ew! Come up with better pick up lines."
"You're right. I could've said something better." She said.
"Besides, i'm in a relationship with the king."
Gabriel stared at her with a goofy smile. "You are not dating King Jungkook. The man just came on this planet after years and I've never seen him with anyone." He laughed.
"I am though, I have no reason to lie. We met on a distant planet called Earth."
"You're one of those delusional fangirls aren't you? You look too weak for him." He asked.
"I'm still stronger and more powerful than you." She bragged.
Gabriel fell into pits of laughter. "You? Please. Just because you're related to Rosé and her cousins don't mean you're powerful."
"I can tell the future." She defended.
"Alright." He laughed. "Read my future."
She closed her eyes focusing ignoring his laughs. Since she's been on this planet she felt more powerful. With alcohol in her system she felt more confident to test them.
She analyzed his future by imagining his face, more specifically eyes. "I-I can't tell you because its very short."
"Short? Do you even know what planet you're on? We lives hundreds of years and barely age." He argued.
"Well, not for you."
"You're a literal nobody. Don't try to predict my life or I'll shorten yours." He threatened before leaving the couch.
Storm rolled her eyes at Gabriel's threat. Clearly alcohol don't calm everyone down.
Rosé finally arrived with a glass of water. "What was that all about?"
"Men being stupid." Storm retorted.
Rosé hummed in agreement. "Yeah Gabriel can be dumb sometimes. Speaking of men I was surprised Jungkook let you out here with no security guards or nothing."
"I knowww." Storm slurred. "He said I can come as long as I do some weird mindlink with him."
Rosé eyes widen in shock as she pulled Storm towards her. "Look at me." Rosé looked into her eyes and groaned.
"You're so naive sometimes! Your eyes literally have purple specks now." Rosé yelled.
"What? Why purple?"
"Because Jungkook literally can see and hear everything you do."
"What? He told me he can only locate me?!"
"Yeah locate by literally stalking you through your own eyes." Rosé explained.
Storm let out a shriek as she closed her eyes. "Okay for now on just whisper in my ear."
"What? He can still hear us if I do that you idiot!!"
Storm sighed before opening her eyes. "I'm so glad I didn't get dress or use the bathroom."
Voices could only be heard when the music stopped. The small crowd looked around the room in confusion. "What happened to the music?"
The room suddenly went dark prohibiting everyone's vision.
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Jungkook angrily pulled Storm's hand as he dragged her towards his room. "H-How did we get here so so so fast?"
He ignored her words pushing her into the room. "Hey what happened back there?!" She asked.
Jungkook stayed quiet and only glared at her. His cold stare intimidated her so she looked at her hands and let out a gasp as she saw the blood on them. Looking up at Jungkook she finally saw this his hands we're splattered with the red substance.
"Why is there blood everywhere?!" She panicked. "Hey! Stop ignoring me."
"You got drunk." He scowled.
"So? It's what people my age do. That still don't explain why there's blood on your hands."
She looked at him desperate for an answer. "Protecting you like I always do while you're out being immature." He scolded.
"Who did you kill?" Storm yelled at him.
"Your little friend Gabriel."
"Gabriel? Why? He didn't do anything wrong!" She defended.
"He flirted and insulted you. I heard everything." He shouted back.
"You killed someone over an insult? You can't be serious! I thought you were killing people who we're murderers and rapists but it seems you just kill anyone who pisses you off!"
"I have the right as king to kill anyone I see fit. You should've known better then to try to defy me, love." He said in a calmer matter.
"So you get to kill anyone you see fit because you're king but anyone else who does that is an Abom and must be killed? It's not adding up 'love'" She mocked.
"Think of it like this, nobody like Gabriel will every try to flirt or insult you again because they know you're mine." He explained.
"Why do you care so much about that? Are you insecure in yourself? Regular men will tell the person to go away."
Jungkook laughed. "The fact you will even compare me to one of those insecure regular men is hilarious to me."
"I see something in you I once saw in myself but it was taken away from me by the cruelness of this earth. The real question is, are you so insecure you can't see how special you are? If I don't protect that then you will end up just like me!" Jungkook continued.
"Trying to fix my life won't fix yours. When are you going to stop trying to control everyone and everything and let yourself live and be happy?" She reasoned.
"You're my way of living. I'm happy when i'm with you." He said in a quiet tone. She looked at him with sorrow eyes. She felt bad for him and finally understood why he was doing all this.
"Look, despite everything you've done I want to give us a try. But I can't do that if you're going to be so impulsive." Storm reasoned.
He looked at her with a plain expression. "Thank you baby but unfortunately that don't mean shit to me."
Her eyes widen at shock. "I'm the one who is control in this relationship I don't need your approval on anything. This whole time I've been nice to you and look where that's gotten us. Since you want to villianize me, I'll be the villian."
"What are you saying?" Storm asked fearing the answer.
"Don't expect to be going anywhere outside this room for a long time."
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"Your coronation is set for next week. I've been arranging easier and faster traveling from Bangtan to Ringstar for the event." Jimin explained to Jungkook who had his hands buried in his face.
"Ok." He retorted.
"Are you good?" Jimin asked his younger sibling.
"Yes, everything's good Jimin!" Jungkook answered annoyed at his questions.
Jimin shook his head. "No it's not. We need to have a talk."
"No we don't hyung. Unless you're going to talk about the 1,000 things I need to do as King then leave." He said raising his voice.
"Stop ordering me around for once and listen." Jimin yelled. It was very rare that Jimin raised his voice so Jungkook allowed him to continue.
"Where has Storm been? Rosé and her family have been asking about her."
"She's safe, that's all that matters." Jungkook responded as he took a deep breath. "Are you done now?"
"No, I'm not. I heard that you killed Gabriel.....and that guy at the meeting? What's been up with you Jungkook. You use to give people chances and now you're just killing people?"
"Really Jimin? It's not like i'm killing a child, these are people who are going against me." He defended.
"Killing people who disagree with you is what your father use to do. I remember you being the man who gave Aboms a chance to change and Pukkas a chance to prosper. A real king shows people a better way not kill people who gets in his way."
"Don't compare me to my father!" Jungkook yelled. He tried to compose himself a little. "I know i've been doing things different but I'm just under so much stress between uniting two planets, these events, bringing back the system, and Storm isn't behaving! My powers are stronger than they have ever been and if I don't let it loose I fear it will change me." He ranted.
Jimin moved his chair closer to Jungkook's. "I want to help you but for once you need to take my advice." Jimin told him.
Jungkook head hung low as he slowly nodded in defeat.
"Did you not listen to Queen Shay's story? How she could never truly love King Ash because he didn't give her free will? How their relationship was only sexual and no passion or love? How King Ash cheated on her with our mom?"
"I would never cheat on Storm!"
"Maybe you won't. But she won't truly love you if you if you keep restricting her.”
“Eventually she will learn to love me.” Jungkook assured him.
“No, eventually she will hate you.” Jimin argued.
“I have an idea.”
“I’m listening.” Jungkook retorted.
“Let her go home and I’ll guarantee she will come back, and when she does you don’t have to worry about her disobeying you or not loving you.” Jimin proposed.
“No! That’s out of the question. I’m never letting her go again.”
“You didn’t let me finish. I’m more powerful now that I’m on Ringstar. Are you forgetting I can see everyone’s happiest desire? And Storm potentially has the power to predict the future, mostly in dreams. What if I projected your happiest desire of being with her in her dreams while she’s on Earth? She would think it’s her future and every night you will be the only thing she will think of. She will miss you and her family so much she will beg to be back on Ringstar, and be completely in love with you.” He explained.
“That’s crazy Jimin! I can barely go a day let alone a year without her. Besides, I don’t want to brainwash her into loving me.”
“It’s not brainwashing Jungkook! She already likes you. I’m just showing her the future with you so it can be real to her. She needs to thinks her loving you is her choice. She will come back to you on her own and you two will be happy.”
Jungkook couldn’t believe that he was contemplating this idea. But he knew with all his kingly duties that was piling up, and his change of behavior, that it wasn’t healthy to be around his love. His temper has been on edge lately and his powers have been aching to show. He didn’t want to hurt her.
“I-I can’t just leave her on Earth by herself. She could die there.”
“We will have Rosé be there to watch her.”
“Rosé.” Jungkook questioned. “The same girl who tried to take Storm away from me?”
“Then who else?” Jimin asked.
“You.” Jungkook said making Jimin furrow his eyebrows in confusion. “I trust you with her.”
“But whose going to help you rule the planets?”
“You can do both. If you are transmuting to Ringstar and Earth you can tell Storm about everything she’s missing and she will want me even more.”
“That’s perfect actually. I still have my company on Earth to watch over.” Jimin said smiling that his idea was coming together.
“Hyung, I’m putting alot of trust in you in this. Your plan better work.”
This was the hardest day of Jungkook’s life, letting go the love of his life. The only thing that made him happy.
But he knew it was his only choice. He knew the only way he could be happy if she was truly happy.
He didn’t crave for a fake love that was completely forced.
Don’t get him wrong, if he want’s something he will have it at any cost.
But perhaps it was time for him to pay the cost and not her.
He will let her think its the end of their love story so she will crave for a sequel.
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Mr. Right (Swipe)
Pairing: Jungkook / You Genre: one shot, fratboy!au, drummer!au, enemies to lovers!au Rating: M Warnings: slow burn, library sex, oral (f. and m. receiving), fingering, rough sex, unprotected sex Word count: 30.1k Summary: Jeon Jungkook is well aware that he’s the bane of your existence. He just loves to push your buttons and lives to see you all riled up. So, what happens then when he catches you swiping left on his Tinder profile during class?
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Jungkook is late to his class. He’s not just late, he is terribly late. Running on two and a half hours of sleep and caffeine, he quickly dashes through the campus grounds to get to the building.
A few minutes later when he arrives, he quickly makes a decision to enter through the top part of the auditorium.
Once seated on one of the seats in the last row, he rummages through his backpack and puffs out a tired sigh. Great. He managed to shove in his water bottle, his drum sticks, a packet of chips and a protein bar this morning but not his notebook.
He then turns to the person on his right, surprise settling on him when he sees that his seatmate is none other than his favorite person to annoy.
Nudging your arm, he whispers, “Hey, princess. Can I have some paper please?”
Your eyes are fully glued on your notebook while you write and when you feel someone’s elbow, you avert your gaze from your paper.
Jungkook sends a boyish smile, the same one he sported when you first met him.
The first time you and him interacted was when he took the vacant seat next to you. You sat in the third row that time, not wanting to look overzealous by sitting at the very front.
You watched him from your peripheral vision as he set his iced coffee on the desk before you focused on listening to your professor. As you jotted key points away, he softly tapped your arm.
“Hey, can I have a piece of paper?”
Your eyes darted from your notebook to his round ones. He had that youthful smile on his face that could charm anyone in the room, reminding you of the first time you laid your eyes on him.
It was the second day of freshman year when you caught a glimpse of Jungkook for the first time.
He had red highlights on the tips of his hair and during that time, everyone in your class started gasping when he entered the room with his guy friends. They shamelessly ogled and started to chatter with one another, his name dropping from their lips.
You turned to the girl beside you and asked curiously, “Who is that?”
“That’s Jungkook. He’s like the biggest player in campus,” she said, practically snarling under her breath.
You tore your gaze away from him as soon as he and his friends managed to get seated towards the left side of the lecture hall.
Word on the street was that Jungkook is the classic fuckboy who would date different girls every few weeks. They said that he was an asshole and a walking red flag who would play with their feelings and lead them on, making all these empty promises only to dip in the end.
You can see why every girl looks like they’re practically ready to kiss the ground he walks on and why he’s venerated as though he’s some sort of a deity. He’s obviously an attractive man, his piercings, tattoos, outfits and his cocky grin all adding to his charm and charisma.
And so the moment he occupied the empty seat beside you and talked to you for the first time to ask for a paper and pen, you decided that you’d write him off and that you’d never waste your time on him.
You were determined to never let him—or anyone—distract you. Not that you were looking for anything or hoping to get into a relationship. Back then, as a freshman, you just wanted to get settled in and focus on doing well with your studies.
You flipped a page of your notebook to tear a piece off.
He nodded at you appreciatively while you returned your attention to the front.
“You also got a spare pen I can borrow?” he asked after a moment.
You frowned slightly. “How can you even come to class without a pen and paper?”
“Well, I woke up five minutes ago and I had to run to get here which means that I—”
With his quick manner of speaking and the voice of your professor clashing, you grabbed a pen from your case.
“Here,” you said, placing it on his palm.
“Thanks,” Jungkook whispered.
Twenty minutes later, your professor finally announced a fifteen-minute break before resuming with the second half of the lecture.
“So,” Jungkook began. “Economics. Fun, am I right?”
You faced him with a straight expression. “Very.”
He flashed you a grin. “I’m Jungkook.”
“I’m not interested,” you quipped.
He raised a brow, playing off your response coolly. “Interested in what? Can’t I just introduce myself to a classmate?”
You cocked your head slightly. “Of course, you can.”
You were pretty sure that that was the moment he decided that you were his new target and that you were the one he’d want to bother until he graduates.
He simpered as he perched his elbow on the wooden desk and rested the side of his head on his palm. He kept his stare on you.
There’s something about you that drew him and piqued his interest. It’s most likely your indifference and your cold shoulder towards him.
Unlike other girls, you actually seem repulsed by the attention he’s giving you. And he cannot for the life of him fathom why he enjoys your distaste for him.
He observed you while you concentrated on organizing what you’ve written, drawing your mind maps out neatly.
You looked at him from the corner of your eye for a split second before returning to your notebook. He looked cute. You can give him that. But then, you reminded yourself of who he is, how he is and what people have said about him.
You’re not one to believe hearsay about other people but with the way he strutted around campus, it was hard not to dismiss those rumors.
As he watched you, he thought that you’re the serious type, placing importance on your studies, which of course is a remarkable thing but you didn’t strike him as someone who played very often.
Having gotten this judgement, he clearly has his work cut out for him and if he wants you to look at him and see that he’s worth your time, then he has to put in the effort. It’s a challenge he wants to take.
As a matter of fact, he did take it because after that first meeting, Jungkook always feels challenged whenever he talks to you. And he loves it because he never knows what to expect from you.
Over the next few weeks after that first meeting in freshman year, his attempts at frivolity grew into full-blown teasing.
He bickered with you, flirted with you and riled you up while you flustered him, excited him and opposed him. You find him a pain in the ass and he likes being that pain in your ass. That’s your relationship in a nutshell.
Presently, as you give a piece of paper to him, you can’t help but think how time whizzed by quickly.
It’s crazy how one moment, you were all a bunch of newbies, navigating through college life and now, you are almost there at the finish line. There’s one year left before you and Jungkook graduate and enter the next chapters of your lives.
As the lecture goes on, Jungkook’s concentration begins to wade. Exhaustion is catching up to him, making him too tired to take in the information being taught.
Instead of continuing to take down notes, he starts to doodle on his paper. He scribbles randomly on the page, mentally reliving the party he attended last night.
Ten minutes before the lecture ends, he finally sets his pen down. He shifts on his seat and glances over at you.
You’re not writing. You’re just looking at the front, your chin perched on your palm, looking bored. He wonders what’s on your mind.
After a moment, you’re bringing out your phone from your pocket and you’re lowering your gaze as you open it under the desk.
Jungkook can perfectly see your screen from his seat and astonishment dawns on him when he sees you using Tinder.
As you start to view the profiles that pop out on your screen, you think about your conversation with your friends last night.
It was pizza and movie night at one of your friends’ dorms and the topic of dating came up. Most of your friends have significant others and they asked you when you’ll get back to the dating scene.
You could only shrug as a response, not really sure what to say. It’s not like you could just offer a specific date to them.
Now that you muse about it, it has been some time since you last dated. You’ve fully moved on from your last flame and you have enjoyed focusing on yourself during the end of sophomore year until the beginning of junior year.
So now, maybe you do need to open yourself up again into something new and welcome a new chapter, a new person.
Your friends talking about Tinder last night intrigued you as you listened to the conversation. They even advised you to try it after you revealed that you really haven’t gone on it properly and tried talking to people there.
You were initially sceptical of it because you know that it’s mostly for fun hookups. But then again, maybe fun is exactly what you need because let’s be honest, serious relationships in Tinder are rare to find. It’s rare but it isn’t impossible.
When your friend said last night that maybe Mr. Perfect is just one swipe away, you almost snorted out a laugh. She believes in someone who’s non-existent way too much. But that’s just how she is and you love her for sticking with her beliefs and ideals and for being true to herself.
Last night in bed, all you did was build your profile, selecting all your best photos and thinking of a good bio to write.
Now, five minutes before this class ends, you muster the courage to finally start using it. You’ll try and see how it goes. There’s no harm to it anyways. And you’ve got nothing to lose.
Jungkook observes you carefully as you inconspicuously use the app under the desk.
So far, none of the profiles have tickled your fancy. Even after spending some time to read and browse photos, you’d still swipe left. He can’t say that he’s surprised with your judgements.
This is pointless, you think. There is literally no one here.
You go to a big, public university and yet none of the guys here or in the area have caught your attention and made you swipe right.
Admittedly, some of the ones that you swiped left on have been on the grounds of physicality. But most of them you turned down because of the questionable things that they would write on their short bios.
When a familiar face appears on your screen, you double blink.
It’s Jungkook.
Few seconds later, he’s gasping as he witnesses your thumb mercilessly swipe left on his profile.
Startled, you whip your head, instinctively pressing the lock button on your phone.
“I am so offended right now,” he mutters under his breath, appalled.
“What?”  
He effortlessly snatches your phone from your hold.
“Hey!” you yelp, regretting it immediately after a few people in your area sent you reproachful looks. “Give me that.”
“I can’t believe you swiped left on me, princess,” he says, clutching his chest as he feigns an agonized expression. “Am I not right swipe material?”
Your eyes widen, embarrassment bleeding in your cheeks, your neck and earlobes. “You saw that?”
“Hard not to watch when you were like this,” he replies, proceeding to exaggeratedly mimic your previous position of you using your phone under the desk, swiping off all the profiles that would pop out.
“Have I ever told you that I hate you?”
“Eighteen times,” he drawls, a mischievous smile creeping up on his lips. “Seven yesterday, ten on Monday and one today. And pretty much a thousand times for the last three years.”
You groan at the insufferable guy. “I really hate you.”
“There’s a thin line between love and hate. Maybe you’re confusing your emotions.”
You scoff. “I wouldn’t bet on it.”
“I would.”
“Oh, just give me my damn phone,” you growl.
He shakes his head. “Not until you tell me why you swiped left on me. You didn’t even read my bio. You just swiped left. That’s like a smack in the face.”
“Is it really that deep?” you ask, shoving your notebook and folder in your bag when the class is dismissed.
“Yeah,” he argues, packing his stuff simultaneously as you both prepare to leave your seats. “I almost cried.”
“You’re so dramatic,” you mumble under your breath before standing up and falling in stride with him as you make your way down to the main door of the lecture hall. “It’s not even that deep.”
“It actually is.”
You scoff. “You know you would’ve done the same if you saw my profile.”
“Uh, no,” Jungkook retorts. “I would’ve swiped right at you.”
“Liar.”
“Believe it or not, princess, I quite fancy you from time to time when you’re not glaring at me,” he says, swirling his tongue on the inside of his cheek.
There’s no way that that’s true. You think he’s just spewing absolute bullshit and toying with you, like he always does.
Once you’re both out the door, your hand tries to reach for your phone again but he’s too swift.
“Seriously, Jeon. Give me back my phone,” you whine. “I’m gonna be late to my next class.”
“You haven’t given me a reason yet.”
“Fine. You’re not my type. And I don’t go for frat boys. There. Happy?”
No. Not happy. He is the opposite of happy.
He’s not your type? Okay, first of all, ouch. And second of all, he’s been called a lot of things by girls before but never once did a girl tell him that he’s not their type.
If anything, he would be everyone’s ideal type. So to hear that from you is really flustering. That was a hard blow coming from you.
“Huh. It appears that our problem here is much worse than I thought.”
Your brows furrow. “What are you talking about?”
“I’ll tell you what,” he says in a heartbeat. “Why don’t you try me?”
“What?”
“Let me take you out on a date,” he offers. “Give me a chance even if I’m not your type.”
Stunned, you blink at him as you try to process what he just said.
“You’re asking me to go out with you. On a date.”
“Yes.”
“You’re not serious.”
“I am,” he retorts dryly. “I’m dead serious.”
Mouth going agape, you wheeze a soft exhale. “Yeah. That’s not happening. Not in a million years.”
“Even if we matched, you still wouldn’t go out on a date with me?”
Your face winces. “No. Why would I? I don’t even like you.”
His mouth parts, offended.
Most girls would proclaim how much they like him and would whisper strings of praises and affirmations in his ear. But then again, you’re not most girls.
You’re the only person who’s real with him, the one who doesn’t pretend to be someone else or keep up with appearances.
You’re the only person who never backs down to every comment that he makes. You’re the one who always has a witty comeback for him and the one who can keep up with his antics.
You’re the one who makes him smile and laugh and you’re the fun part of his life even if you’re not necessarily close friends.
“Okay, but isn’t that the whole point of going on a date? So you can get to know a person better and see if you like them and if you both click together?”
Blinking at him, you quip, “So are you saying that after one date, I’ll just suddenly have feelings for you?”
“Who said anything about one date?” he counters with a cocky grin.
“Nope. I’m not doing it.”
“Okay. How about this? If I can’t make you like me before the semester ends, then I promise to leave you alone. I won’t annoy you anymore.”
You shake your head. “What part of no do you not understand, Jeon?”
“Oh, come on, princess. We have eight weeks left,” he coos, looking at you with those doe eyes of his.
Your face twists at the thought of going on dates with your enemy.
“I still have your phone, by the way,” he adds, swinging your device in the air.
“Why do you even want to get to know me?”
“Did you not hear what I said earlier? I said I fancy you.”
You give him an unimpressed look. “I’m sure you’ve said that to lots of girls before.”
“Well, yes, but I mean it this time. I’m serious. I wanna show you what you’re gonna get if you swiped right on me and then we matched. Trust me, you’ll regret swiping left on me.”
You snort derisively. “And trust me, in eight weeks, I still won’t have feelings for you. Nothing will change between us.”
He has a smug smile, satisfied at himself for saying that because he knows that you love to be challenged. This will be fun because you’re not the only one who likes a challenge.
“Is that a yes, then?”
You heave a thick sigh. “You know what? Fine. I’ll go on dates with you.”
You’re going to prove him wrong and show him that all you’ll have after eight weeks are feelings of annoyance and distaste and not romantic feelings.
He exhales out a triumphant ‘yes’ as he fumbles with your phone, quickly keying in his number before sending a text to himself.
When you have your phone back, you stare at your screen. Of course, Jungkook would put the eggplant emoji next to his name.
When you’re both outside the building, you start to diverge in different directions.
He looks over his shoulder and waves at you.
On your way to the library, your friend Ten suddenly approaches you.
“Was that Jungkook with you?” he asks as though he’s ready for some juicy gossip.
Ten has been your friend ever since freshman year. He’s a Chemistry major who always tells you about how he hopes to find a cure for cancer one day.
You and him met at the nursing home that you volunteer for and since then, you’ve been close like siblings.
You look at him, his hair buried under a beanie and his ears cutely sticking out. “Yep.”
He slides his dark round specs up. “What was that all about?”
“He caught me swiping left on him in class. And now he’s asking me to go out on dates with him to try and win my heart.”
Ten laughs. “You swiped left on him?”
You nod, bringing out your student card from your pocket and scanning it at the entrance.
“That’s gotta be a huge blow to his ego,” he says behind you. “So are you actually going out on dates with him?”
You hum in confirmation.
“It’s not like I’ll actually fall in love with him,” you tell him resolutely. “You know I don’t go for frat boys.”
“If you say so.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” you ask, arching a brow up.
His shoulders shrug. “I’m just saying, you and Jungkook have been rivals since forever. I’ve seen the way you act around him. You always say that you hate him but maybe you just don’t want to admit the fact that deep down, you have a crush on him.”
“Me? Having a crush on Jungkook? I can barely stand the guy. And I’m pretty sure that the feeling is mutual too.”
“Uh-huh,” he says, sceptical.
You’re unsure as to why Ten thinks that you and Jungkook secretly have a crush on one another and are showing it through bickering when it’s clear that there is nothing that lies beneath your hatred and disgust.
It’s the most absurd thing you’ve ever heard today. That, and Jungkook telling you that he fancies you. It makes you want to laugh, if you’re being honest.
“Ooh, I got a text from Luis,” Ten broadcasts chirpily.
He grins while reading his phone and typing on his keyboard. Knowing him, he’s about to spend the next fifteen minutes texting his boyfriend.
You shake your head and start to make your way to an empty table, dumping your bag down and bringing your books out.
As you write down your notes, you tune out your surroundings and decide that you’re not going to let thoughts of Jungkook infiltrate your head.
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The next day, the thorn in your side approaches you as you make your way to class.
“Morning, princess,” he greets, his voice scratchier than normal.
You turn to look at him. “How come you’re early?”
“That’s because I didn’t sleep,” he reveals.
“Why?”
“We played for an event last night,” he says, fixing the front part of his hair.
To be fair, most students wouldn’t even bother going to class the next day if they went out the night before and got home at five in the morning. They’d just choose to take the day off and sleep.
But as much as Jungkook likes to play, he also wants to get good grades, which is why he decided to just stay awake so he can attend class.
“Here, let me help you with that,” he says, taking the two thick purple binders from your hold. “Fucking hell. Do you carry these in your bag every day?”
“It’s almost midterms. I need to study.”
With a pout, he remarks, “This is definitely not good for your back. Speaking of back, are you at least getting your back blown on the regular?”
“I am not talking to you about my sex life,” you hiss lowly.
He bares his teeth. If he could raise his arms up in surrender, he would.
“Jeez. You don’t need to. Based on your attitude, I already have my answer.”
Ugh. You have never wanted to choke a guy so bad.
“You’re such a little shit,” you snarl.
Turning on the first left and heading inside the lecture theater, you take a seat in the fourth row. Jungkook follows, placing your binders on the desk and his bag on the floor once he’s seated beside you.
“So, for our first date—”
“Are you actually serious about that?” you ask abruptly before bringing your notebook out.
“Did I look like I was joking?” he counters, lifting a brow up. “And besides, you agreed to it. No takebacks. Anyways, what’re you doing on Saturday?”
“Nothing.”
His lips twitch up for a smile. “Okay. Great. I’ll pick you up at three.”
“Where exactly are we going?”
He snickers. “You just like knowing everything, don’t you, princess?”
“Of course. You should know that by now.”
The corner of his lips lifts upwards. “If I tell you, then it’ll take away the element of surprise.”
“I hate surprises.”
He snorts, humorless. “You hate everything.”
“Including you.”
“Please. In eight weeks, you won’t be able to stop thinking about me.”
You scowl. “Don’t flatter yourself, Jeon.”
He shrugs, a self-assured smile spreading his pierced lips. “In fact, I probably only need three dates for you to fall for me and my charms.”
You scoff and roll your eyes.
Your professor finally speaks, the different conversations in the room immediately dying down. She announces the final project this semester, earning a groan from the class.
The project is a group one and is worth sixty percent of your final grade. Every pair has to choose a topic and it’s up to them to read and research. And in eight weeks, you all have to present in class.
Jungkook shifts comfortably in his seat, stretching his long legs out from under the desk. He counts down the minutes until he can flirt with you again.
Meanwhile, you’re taking notes of everything that your professor says about the project. You raise your head when she goes through the checklist and announces the pairs. She calls your name.
Please don’t let it be Jungkook. Please don’t let it be Jungkook.
“And Jungkook.”
Fuck!
As if your week couldn’t get any worse, fate or your professor by the looks of it decides to have you and him as project partners.
“Oh, for the love of God,” you mutter under your breath.
With a Cheshire cat smile, Jungkook nudges your arm with his elbow. “I’m looking forward to working with you, princess.”
You drop your head down the table, grunting miserably. “Fuck’s sake.”
He laughs, finding this too enjoyable. “You should consider it as a privilege that you’re partnered with me.”
“Privilege?” you scoff. “Don’t you mean punishment?”
He gasps, clutching his chest dramatically.
“Savage,” he exclaims under his breath.
After the project talk, the lecture finally commences and time moves agonizingly slow.
When your professor finally dismisses the class ninety minutes later, you swiftly shove your stuff in your bag, determined to get out of this room as soon as possible.
On your trail is Jungkook who catches up quickly and walks beside you.
“So, partner. What’s the plan for this project?”
“Don’t worry, I got this,” you tell him. “You don’t have to do anything.”
“What? No way. I’m not letting you do everything by yourself. It’s called a group project for a reason.”
“Okay. Then help me take out books from the library so we can do research,” you answer, fishing for your student card in your pocket. “We have to make sure that we come up with good points and some data to back it up. That should at least get us an A.”
“Right,” he nods as he scans his card before heading into the building. “Points and data. Got it.”
As soon as you step inside, you’re welcomed with the coldest breeze that wafts from the several aircons around.
“Jesus, it’s cold in here.”
You look at Jungkook who also felt the nipping gust. He zips up his Beta Tau Sigma hoodie and lowers the sleeve down, concealing his fists as he shivers.
“Guess someone turned the aircon a little bit too high,” he remarks.
Going to the nearest vacant computer, you sit down and get to work, searching for books about economics.
Jungkook takes the seat beside you, spinning round in his chair. For someone who didn’t get any sleep, he’s pretty energetic and lively. He’s probably high on caffeine again.
“You know, I can think of other ways for us to get warm,” he says with a frisky smile, sliding his chair closer.
Whipping your head to face him, you scowl. “Does everything have to be sexual with you?”
“I was thinking about us getting coffee, princess. You’re the one with the dirty mind,” he replies before he makes a loud sniffing sound.
“Please. We both know you weren’t thinking of getting coffee,” you say before staring at the monitor.
You bring out your sticky notes from your bag and tear a piece, copying down the Dewey numbers of the books.
“Then what am I thinking of?”
You glance at him, irked. “You were thinking of sex, you idiot.”
A smirk crosses your partner’s face. “Oh, yeah. I love it when you talk dirty to me.”
“Ugh. You’re disgusting. I really can’t stand you.”
“Well, you better sit down then,” he says, sticking his tongue out and wagging it at you.
“I already am,” you retort, shoving the sticky note on his chest. “Now get these books and I’ll wait for you at the checkout counter.”
“Yes, boss.”
You can only roll your eyes and sigh as you watch him walk towards the stairs like one of those toy soldiers from The Nutcracker.
Man, it is going to be such a long day.
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For your first date, he takes you to the nature reserve just in the outskirts of the city.
You would’ve expected a movie or dinner date. To be honest, even before this, he didn’t strike you as a person who goes on dates. With his status at campus, you would think that he’s someone who just plays around with girls in the bedroom.
“Why here?” you ask as you start walking the path, curiosity washing you.
He shrugs, relaxed. “I like nature. I like being in the forest. And… I don’t know, I feel like there’s something so romantic about taking a walk with someone. You can talk to them and just enjoy their company.”
You look at him, surprised to see this side of him. There’s something so gentle and bashful about him in the way he offers his reason.
Your eyes then pan down on his white denim jacket. It looks good on him. Colors suit him.
“You’re not wearing black today.”
“Thought I’d try something new for a change,” he remarks, smiling at you.
Come to think of it, you’re also trying something new here. You’re literally spending time with the person who irks you most of the time. Maybe this semester is all about change.
On the way to the lake, you walk past different people. There was a biker who smiled at the two of you. There was an elderly couple who was taking the same path as you, with you and Jungkook letting them go first. There was also a dog running around the field.
When it approached you, Jungkook had the biggest smile and he made the most adorable sound when he giggled.
He knelt down and gently stroked the Golden Retriever who was looking up at him.
You tended to the dog as well, feeling titillated when it responded to your command and put its paw up.
He watched you, grinning, before he peppered the dog with belly rubs.
Behind him, his owners start to get close. They’re a couple who you reckon are in their mid-forties.
They sociably greet the two of you, telling you the dog’s name.
Jungkook brims with enthusiasm as he listens and chats to the lovely couple, proclaiming his love for dogs.
“I didn’t know you’re such a big dog lover,” you say to Jungkook once you’ve said your goodbyes to the couple as they continue their afternoon walk with their energetic pet.
“Yeah. I love them. Back home, I have a dog. His name’s Bam. He’s a Doberman.”
You watch him speak animatedly about this, his eyes scintillating. It’s quite endearing, really.
“And… you would’ve known this if you viewed my photos on Tinder,” he adds.
You purse your lips, sending a guilty smile his way. “Right. Of course you’ll put your dog there.”
“That’s like one of the things that girls find attractive in guys whenever they’re on dating sites. Here. Let me show you photos of Bam.”
Opening his gallery on his phone, he shows you strings of images of a muscular and built Doberman as his finger swipes to the left.
You let out a gasp, expecting that he would have a puppy back home.
“Oh my God, that is one huge dog,” you remark, leaning forwards to zoom your gaze on the photo of Bam.
“My Dobie is actually still young,” Jungkook reveals.
“You mean to say he’s not yet a fully grown adult?”
“Yup. He’s still a baby. He’s like a giant baby dinosaur.”
There’s one photo of Jungkook and his dog that particularly made you coo, your heart melting immediately. It’s a shot where he and his dog are on a bus and the latter is staring at the former while he eats his food.
“He’s so adorable,” you tell him.
Jungkook swipes his hair back and grins cockily. “I know.”
“I was referring to Bam, you goof.”
Jungkook scrunches his nose as he chuckles.
Okay, maybe Bam’s owner is adorable too.
“My cousin took that photo of us when we were on a family trip,” he reveals.
You ask him if he has any siblings and the conversation would go on naturally.
From the things he’d tell you and the way he talks about his parents, you learn how family-oriented he is.
He gets to know you better and you get to know him beyond the basic facts. Because if there’s one thing about Jungkook, it’s that he has a tendency to talk a lot whenever you’re in class together.
You would sit there, casually minding your own business and Jungkook, being the unhinged boy that he is, would always be the one to start the conversation and talk to you about parties that he would attend, the events that he and his band would play for, the clubs he’d go to.
Through classes was also how Jungkook knew that you’re not the type to go out frequently.
It’s why he always teases you. He would remark how uptight you are and how he can help you take off that stick up your ass. And when you’d reply with a grimace, he’d laugh. Then you would smack his arm and he’d giggle louder.
“I honestly think that dorms should allow pets,” you opined as you both walk near the lake.
“It’d literally make everything better. Pets can reduce stress and students are always stressed,” he remarks, putting back his phone in his pocket.
“They’re like our emotional support.”
“They are.”
He looks ahead at the serene lake, spring bringing a fresher air and a lighter breeze everywhere, coloring the surroundings with its blooming promises. “So, do you have an emotional support animal?”
“I have a hamster back home. She’s called Nugget.”
“Nugget!” Jungkook exclaims. “Great name.”
You fight off a smile before panning your gaze down on the grass.
Silence embraces the two of you as you reach the dock.
You sit down on the edge of the platform and place your bag down.
Beside you, Jungkook’s eyes are closed as he tilts his head back and breathes in the fresh air, the calming sound of waves serenading his ears.
Compared to before, the silence is somehow much more comfortable now. It isn’t awkward as you expected it to be.
He brings his phone out and decides to capture the beginning of the sun’s descent. With the blue sky starting to fill with an orange hue, he thumbs on his screen and takes several photos.
Trying out for different picturesque sceneries, he moves and decides to film other parts of the reserve—from the lake, the trees, down to the people strolling in leisure.
Still not satisfied from getting that one perfect shot, he sits up and takes a few steps back.
He stays behind and smiles when you’re in the frame. You’re busy looking ahead, too hypnotized by the deepening sunset to even notice Jungkook who’s in his photographer mode.
He presses the button and takes the photo, thinking that he’s got it. It’s the perfect candid.
Walking over and sitting beside you again, he proudly shows you his shot and your eyes slightly widen, lips parting in awe.
“It looks like a painting,” you say, fingers zooming in on the sky. “That’s so pretty.”
While you admire the image, his eyes are locked on you. His gaze slowly roams around on the side of your face, a smile threatening to melt into his lips as he looks at your features up close.
“It is,” he murmurs as though he’s in a trance.
“What?”
“Huh?” He shakes his head, setting his phone down on the ground. “Nothing.”
A few seconds of peace graces the air as you both watch the sun slowly disappear from the horizon, leaving a splash of orange and yellow in the sky.
“I’ve been thinking,” Jungkook speaks, finally filling the peaceful air.
“Don’t lie,” you counter, flashing a teasing smile.
He glares at you, frowning at your shit-giving reflex.
You don’t give him an inch and that’s what he likes about you.
“Are you gonna continue the rest of your sentence?”
“Butterflies taste with their feet,” Jungkook declares.
You almost snort out a laugh but you purse your lips together and compose yourself. “What?”
“Oh, come on. You know you wanna laugh,” he says, egging you on.
You tighten your lips harder, shaking your head.
“I’ve made you smile and laugh a couple of times before,” he points out.
“Yes. You’re right. I do smile. I smile whenever you leave,” you toss as a comeback.
“All I’m hearing is that you love watching me whenever I leave,” he says with a mischievous smirk splashed across his lips. “I wouldn’t blame you because I’d watch myself too. I mean, have you seen my ass?”
“What ass?”
His mouth gapes, a gasp drawing out from his throat.
“Sick burn,” he says, pleased.
Your lips stretch upwards for a triumphant smile, giving him a shrug.
“I’ll have you know that I actually got cake,” he boasts, nodding downwards.
Again, you’re rolling your eyes in response, shaking your head to control and stifle a laugh.
“You know, turtles can breathe through their buttholes,” he blurts out.
This time, your snort becomes a full-on laugh as you try to process what just came out of his mouth.
He scrunches his nose and starts to giggle, joining you in your mirth. His bunny teeth are on full display as he watches you laughing with a carefree disposition.
Seeing you laugh is the most beautiful sight Jungkook has ever seen. And hearing your giggles is the most endearing sound he’s ever heard.
Hell, he’s willing to make a fool of himself if it means that he gets to see you smiling and laughing.
Looking at him makes you wonder why you two keep on fighting so much every time you’re together.
Why does he always have to annoy you and wind you up when you could just have conversations like this one, where you could just laugh and say random stuff to each other? Jeon Jungkook is actually funny and nice, a good listener and a good conversationalist.
You’re beginning to really think that maybe going on this date and actually having a proper conversation with him isn’t a bad idea.
For once, it’s refreshing to not squabble with him. But if you’re being honest, even your banters are quite entertaining. Not that you’d ever admit it to him.
When you meet each other’s eyes again, you burst out laughing.
He chuckles brightly, his eyes crinkling. “See? I knew you’d laugh eventually.”
Your bottom lip is caught between your teeth as you shake your head and playfully push his arm. “Shut up.”
It proves to be too strong though because the next thing you know, there’s a plopping sound and Jungkook exclaims, falling into the lake.
You gasp, eyes widening as you stand up. “Jungkook! Oh my God, I’m so sorry! Here. Grab my hand.”
Floating on water, Jungkook clings onto your hand.
When you’re about to pull him up, he drags you into the water with a powerful tug.
A loud squeal croaks out of your mouth before every consequent word becomes muffled and all you can see is darkness.
Quickly, you rise up, panting.
In front of you, he’s flashing his charming smile before he laughs loudly. That pesky and cheeky bastard.
You flail your arms about, trying to stay afloat, your expression lacing with worry and trepidation every time your head is out of the water.
You gauge your surroundings before facing him. “I can’t swim.”
Jungkook’s lips drop in an instant and he swims closer to you, his arms about to hold you around the waist when you feel your lips twitch upwards.
Your hands come up, splashing him.
“Gotcha,” you say, laughing as he backs away after being splashed in the face.
He scrunches his nose, frowning in annoyance.
“Oh. Okay. Alright. Is that how you wanna play?” he taunts with a raised brow before returning the favor, splattering you with a big wave.
You retaliate back and it goes on like that for a few moments, the two of you giggling endlessly, enjoying the refreshing water.
Jungkook begins to swim towards the middle part of the lake, switching from freestyling to back stroking.
“What are you doing?” you ask, slowly paddling.
He looks back at you, grinning. “Being fearless.”
Both in the middle, you watch him lean his head back, just floating on water. His eyes are closed, wallowing in the feeling of being in nature.
A small smile forms on your lips as you think about this date.
If you could describe it in a word, it’d be spontaneous. You never thought that you’d end up swimming with him at the reserve’s lake.
This is nothing like all the first dates you’ve had. You never expected that you’d actually enjoy Jeon Jungkook’s company.
It’s unpredictable and new. And oddly enough, you like it.
Sometimes, it’s nice to deviate from rules and not have to follow expectations. It feels invigorating.  
When Jungkook sits up and looks at you while you’re in deep thought, his eyes are the first to smile before his lips.
He moves closer and you blink, anchoring yourself back to reality. The reality being that he’s now a lot closer.
You take a swallow, your eyes staring at his lips.
He’s also flitting his gaze between your irises and lips. He’s breathing evenly, contemplating of closing the small space between your faces.
You, on the other, grit your teeth.
What are you doing staring at his lips? You can’t possibly be thinking about kissing him. It’s Jungkook we’re talking about. He’s bad for you.
When he slowly inches forward, you distance yourself from him, clearing your throat awkwardly.
“Uh, we should go. I’m pretty sure we’re not allowed to swim here.”
A rosy-cheeked Jungkook nods, eyes averting yours.
As he walks with you back to his car, he looks at you and hopes that in the future you would be fearless too.
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On a cloudy Monday afternoon, you wait outside the library for Jungkook.
You booked a study room for an hour so you could actually plan and brainstorm about your project.
After a few minutes, he comes running from the right side. He pants, placing his hands on his knees.
“Sorry I’m late,” he apologizes.
“What took you so long?”
“Band practice.”
You lead him upstairs to the study room.
When he enters after you, he sets his bag on the conference table. He sits near the door and stretches his arms out, followed by his neck.
You’re two seats away from him. Your notebook and your pencil case are already out and open.
Jungkook slips his feet off his shoes and folds his legs on the chair.
Your eyes catch a glance of his socks. “Are those toe socks?”
“Yeah. Why?”
You snort out a laugh, tightening your lips together and placing a hand over your mouth.
“Laugh all you want, princess, but they’re actually comfy and they protect my toes,” he declares sassily.
Laughing, you shake your head. “You’re such a dork.”
“A cute one,” he corrects.
You harrumph before starting to flip the pages of your book. “Jury’s still out on that one.”
Jungkook takes off his socks, his bare feet now on the chair.
You take a peek at him, deciding to mess with him a bit. “You have smelly feet.”
“Rude,” he snorts, stretching his leg near your nose.
When you swat his foot away and his toes wiggle in front of you, he resorts into giggling rambunctiously.
“See? They don’t smell.”
“You’re disgusting,” you tell him, sneering.
He retracts and plants his butt on his seat, sitting properly this time.
“Told you they don’t smell,” he says, adamant.
This is actually something that he’s proud of, thank you very much. Hygiene is important to him and he makes sure that every part of his body is clean and smells nice.
“If anyone has smelly feet, it’s Taehyung.”
You lift a brow up at him and he shrugs unapologetically.
When you find the page that you think has good and insightful data, you slide it over, shifting to the seat next to him.
“Anyways, so I was reading this book last night and it had a lot of topics—”
“What’s your favorite ice cream flavor?” Jungkook asks out of the blue.
“What?”
“Your favorite ice cream flavor,” he presses.
You stray your eyes away from his, going back to the page in front of you. “Cookies and cream.”
He smiles satisfyingly. “Opinion on mint choco.”
“Hate it.”
“Favorite candy?”
You’re definitely getting further away from your objectives today the more you entertain him and the more you let him distract you.
“Gummy bears,” you answer impatiently. “Can we talk about our project now?”
Apparently, he didn’t hear what you just said. He’s too interested in getting to know you.
“Your favorite color.”
“Don’t have one.”
“Sure you do. Okay, uh, what about your favorite color when you’re with me?”
“Red,” you supply. “Like anger, war and rage.”
He smirks cunningly. “Or love, passion and sex.”
Your brows crease and you look at him pointedly. “Can you just concentrate on our project?”
“I’d rather concentrate on you, princess,” he flirts.
“I’m serious, Jungkook,” you reply, unamused. “I can’t get a grade lower than A.”
Exasperatedly, he sighs and gives in.
“So I was thinking, we could do international politics and discuss the global economy,” you suggest.
He hums, resting his chin on his palm. “I feel like a lot of our coursemates are gonna do politics.”
“Monetary economics?”
He contemplates, lips curled out in a pout for a moment before he replies. “We should pick a topic that we’re both good at.”
“Well, what branch of economics are you interested in, then?”
“Environmental,” he reveals. “I got a high mark when we had a quiz about that topic.”
You scan the book’s table of contents before flipping to the environmental economics chapter.
“Okay,” you nod, glossing over the topic. “We can do this one.”
He beams and for the rest of the hour, he throws in his ideas and takes notes from the books, discussing with you and debating with you without bringing up irrelevant topics or weaving in his witty remarks.
Overall, the session ended up being productive for the two of you.
When you’re both outside the library, you tell him that you’ll e-mail Professor Choi to notify her about your chosen topic.
He bobs his head and after a beat’s pause, he ventures, “So, for our next date…”
“What do you have in mind?”
“Have you ever been to an outdoor cinema?” he queries, curious.
“Nope.”
“Me neither so I was thinking that it might be cool to go to one,” he says, placing his hands in the middle pocket of his hoodie.
“Okay. Sure.”
He grins. “Great. I’ll see you later then, princess.”
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The second date comes next weekend.
During the car ride, Jungkook told you that the university’s film society organized a movie night at the local park.
When you both arrive, you see a number of different colored bean bags scattered around the open ground. The huge projector is placed in the middle.
At the moment, they’re playing music videos on the screen while waiting for people to arrive.
“Let’s go say hi to Hoseok,” Jungkook says.
You go near the front where the organizers have their own table.
Jungkook introduces you to one of his frat brothers, Hoseok, a red-haired guy with a blinding smile and high cheekbones.
“Hi, Y/N,” he greets, waving at you. “I’ve heard so much about you.”
You stare at Jungkook who’s smoothing the back of his head, looking boyish.
Hoseok adds, “You know, Jungkook talks about you all the time. Like all—”
Jungkook interjects, playfully smacking the red-haired guy’s chest.
You raise an inquisitive brow at him.
His chuckle sounds unnatural for some reason. “I talk about how annoying and uptight you are and how you’re such a know it all.”
You deadpan, “Ha-ha. Very funny.”
Jungkook’s lips edge upwards into a puckish smile, sticking his tongue out.
Hoseok flits his stare between you two before he introduces you to the girl with him.
You display an affable smile, making small talk before you and Jungkook walk over to the side to grab some free popcorn.
“Hoseok seems super cool,” you remark.
With his hands in his pockets, he nods. “He is. He’s very cool. And he’s so funny as well.”
“His girlfriend’s nice too. She’s really pretty.”
After getting a small bag, you make your way to the empty giant bean bags.
“Well, technically, they’re not a couple,” Jungkook reveals.
Your brows rumple in surprise. “Oh, really? I thought they were.”
There was something about the way they looked at each other and the way they bantered playfully. Their chemistry was so palpable that one would think they’ve been together for a while now.
“They have a no-strings attached relationship and Hoseok really likes her but he’s in denial about it because he says you’re not supposed to have feelings for your fuck buddy. They’re just idiots in love, to be honest,” Jungkook reveals casually, flopping down on the soft and squashy seat before taking a piece of popcorn.
You follow suit, dropping on the bright pink one next to him, making yourself cozy.
You and him picked a good spot, exactly in the middle.
When the film starts, there is a slight chill to the air but it’s a refreshing kind of breeze now that spring is about to dwindle down.
Occasionally during the movie, Jungkook takes a glance at you, feeling his lips shape up into a smile. Your eyes are radiant with heartfelt emotions when the two protagonists kiss in the rain.
Wiping your cheeks, you aside, “Ugh. That scene always makes me cry.”
He learns how fond you become during that scene. He learns about the first time you watched The Notebook and how it made you fantasize about kissing your future person in the rain because you think that it’d be so romantic.
“Who knew you’d be such a hopeless romantic?” he asks, handing his handkerchief to you.
Tapping the corner of your eye to clear up the remaining damp spot, you answer, “Yeah. I have a romantic bone in my body. Unlike you.”
“Uh, for your information, I have one too. Why do you think I chose this movie if I didn’t have any ounce of romance in me?”
You blink at him, bemused. “Wait. You chose this movie?”
“Yeah. I begged Hoseok to play this movie tonight. It was either this or The Breakfast Club.”
There he goes again, leaving you dumbfounded with all the surprises that’s up in his sleeve.
This guy is startlingly unpredictable and the more you get to know him and his layers, the more you realize how different he is.
He lies back on the bean bag, his head gazing up at the stars while you watch the movie come to an end.
He raises his arms, his head resting on his palms.
“If you could wish on a star right now, what would you wish for?” he asks, wistful.
You turn to face him, following the trajectory of his eyes as you observe the starry night sky. “For time to slow down. You?”
Jungkook breathes softly as he takes in the snapshot of the night sky, his eyes glimmering in wonder and fascination.
When he locks his captivating irises on yours, he says, “For you to see me.”
“What do you mean?”
He opens his mouth, about to utter something but he hesitates.
Eventually, he sports a tiny smile and shakes his head. “Nothing.”
The journey back is silent.
Jungkook drives smoothly on the freeway while your head is turned away, your eyes glued on the tall buildings that you would pass by.
When a splash of colorful and glistening lights comes into focus, your eyes widen.
You straighten up, your voice turning excited like a kid. “Look, it’s the carnival.”
“Wanna go?”
“Hell yeah,” you say eagerly, making him grin as he makes a turn to enter the fair.
The place is heaving with people even if it’s almost ten in the evening.
You and Jungkook stroll around leisurely, taking everything in.
When he stops by the area where there’s a shooting game, he turns to you with a challenging smirk. “Do you wanna play, princess? If you win, then I’ll literally do anything you ask me. You name it.”
“Call,” you chirp, confident. “Get ready to be my servant, Jeon.”
“I’d like to see you try and defeat me,” he taunts, tongue swirling cockily on the corner of his lips.
He gestures for you to shoot first.
You raise your weapon and close one eye, aiming at your target. In this case, the rubber duck.
Holding your breath, your finger pulls the trigger.
“Nice shot,” Jungkook comments with an impressed grin after seeing you hit it precisely.
You dust your shoulder, setting your gun down as you let him veer into the middle for his turn.
He lifts his weapon, checks his posture and eyes the target scrupulously. He quickly and unhesitatingly takes his aim, the loud crack of his gunshot making the duck tumble backwards.
You huff an exhale, mentally uplifting for yourself.
It’s fine, it’s just one-all, you tell yourself as you reach for the rifle.
Jungkook is flustered after you’ve hit three targets in a row. He’s now beginning to feel the pressure. His competitive side is starting to show but then again, so is yours.
When it’s your turn again after he misses his target, he decides he needs a new tactic.
“Try to lift the gun higher,” he says, sliding closer beside you until he settles behind you.
His hands are on your elbows and your pulse quickens when you can feel his breath on the side of your face and his fingertips brushing on your skin.
Letting him raise your arms and adjust your aim, you will yourself to fixate your attention on nothing but the yellow object.
When you take your shot, you miss, your bullet grazing the side of the target instead.
“You distracted me,” you accuse, irritated.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he denies, shrugging his shoulders.
Okay, two can play at this game.
You stand behind him, resting your chin on his shoulder, breathing slowly. Leaning closer, you can see the way his hands shake slightly as he tries to look ahead at the target.
“Good luck, Jeon. I hope you score a point,” you whisper, the words falling breathily from your lips before you give his shoulder a pat.
Jungkook gulps, his jaw taut. He grits his teeth, takes the shot and misses it, making you smile in triumph.
He looks at you with a straight face, his tactic coming to bite him back in the ass.
Touché, Y/N. Touché.
At your last shot, you regain your momentum, scoring a point.
Jungkook misses his, eventually losing the game. He groans while you grin, cheering joyously as you indulge in the sweet taste of victory.
“Sorry,” you tell him. “It was a close game though.”
You both head off, deciding to explore the fair more.
You’re holding the prize that you won, a medium-sized teddy bear wearing a red bow tie.
Jungkook crinkles his nose, feeling annoyed and regretful because he wanted to win that for you.
“You’re like a pro at that game,” he remarks.
When you both find an empty bench to sit on so you can eat your churros, you admit, “It’s from years of playing Overwatch.”
He turns his whole body to face you, his pupils enlarging. “Whoa. Hold on. You play Overwatch?”
“Yep.”
“I didn’t know you were a gamer,” he says, but it comes out as more of a question.
A smile crosses your lips as you shrug. “Well, you never asked.”
He releases a sigh, his expression mesmerized as he looks at you. He nods upwards. “You’re my kind of girl, Y/N.”
You fight off a smile, shaking your head.
He tears a bit of churro for himself.
“How’d you get into gaming, then?” he asks, fully interested.
“Through my brothers. I’m the only girl so I would always beg them to let me join whenever they’re playing computer games,” you confess before munching a piece of the sickeningly sweet churro. “Your turn. Tell me something about your childhood.”
He hums musingly. “I remember pretending to be sick just so I wouldn’t have to go to school.”
You grin. “Been there.”
“Really? I thought you’d be the type to never miss a class.”
You look at him with an unamused expression, a crooked smile threatening to melt into your lips. “I’m not a goody two shoes, Jeon.”
He giggles softly, shifting closer to you. “Oh, there’s also one time that I snuck into my parents’ room to steal some money in my mom’s bag just so I can go to the internet café in our neighborhood.”
You nod in agreement, imagining a younger version of Jungkook sneaking around. He must have been the most adorable troublemaker back then.
“I probably would’ve done that too,” you muse.
Your eyes land on the teddy bear sitting on your side. “What do you think I should name this bear? And don’t say Jungkook.”
Damn. He was about to say his name.
He roams his eyes to his surroundings, searching for ideas and inspirations before he fixates on the food in his hand.
“Well, you could name him churro.”
“Churro?” you repeat, followed by a chortle. “Okay, Churro it is.”
He grins, flicking his gaze between you and the teddy bear before eventually dropping his eyes on you.
His belly flutters, butterflies flurrying and spinning round like one of the rides.
“Y/N?”
You whip your head to the right to look at the owner of the familiar voice who just called you.
“Y/N, oh my God,” Eunwoo says with a surprised face as he walks over. “It is you. Fancy seeing you here.”
When he’s in front of you, you stand up, straight-faced. You certainly didn’t expect to see him here.
“Eunwoo, what are you doing here?”
“I came here with my girlfriend,” he says, pointing at the girl near the carousel entrance.
Her long hair is curled perfectly and her legs are long and sculpted. Wearing a pleated white skirt, she looks like she could be on the cheerleading squad, which she probably is.
On one hand, she’s holding a cotton candy while her phone is on the other. The device is raised and you can tell she’s taking photos of herself.
“Hey, listen,” Eunwoo starts, turning back to you. “I know we haven’t seen each other in a while but I hope we’re still cool after everything that happened. I hope there’s still no hard feelings.”
Jungkook stands up and clears his throat when you just stare and blink up at your ex, thinking if he’s being serious right now.
“Uh, Eunwoo, this is…” you start, looking at Jungkook before trailing off.
How exactly are you going to introduce him? You’re not necessarily friends. Although, after these past few days, you could be considered as friends now.
You could say you’re coursemates and testy rivals who happens to be going out on dates. But it’s just so he can prove something to you after you swiped left on him and you can disprove his supposition.
Whatever. It’s complicated. Maybe you should just say that he’s a friend.
“I’m her boyfriend,” Jungkook announces unhesitatingly.
Blinking, you smile narrowly. “Um… yeah. This is Jungkook. My boyfriend.”
Jungkook extends his palm out and Eunwoo shakes it briefly before turning his gaze to you.
Your ex has a questioning look on his face.
His brow arches as though he’s asking, “Really, Y/N? This guy?”
You return with a confident and sassy expression of your own to him.
The look in your eyes answers him with, “Yes. This guy. You have a problem with that?”
He crosses his arms and Jungkook looks at you with a honeyed smile.
“Well, we should start heading back. Babe, you ready to go?” he asks, his fingers intertwining with yours and the term of endearment making your heart lurch.
You nod and let him lead.
He looks back and shouts, “Nice meeting you, Hyunwoo.”
“It’s Eunwoo,” he cries from behind.
You purse your lips together, smiling foolishly as you and Jungkook head out hand in hand.
On the drive back, you take a glance at him who’s driving downtown with one hand on the steering wheel.
He doesn’t press you with questions. Instead, he just stays silent. He knows that you’ll speak when you’re ready.
And even if you don’t want to tell the story about you and that guy who, in his opinion, wears too much gel, he’ll be okay with it because it’s your decision. He respects it. More importantly, he respects you.
When the car stops at the red light, you finally speak. “Hey, thanks for the save back there.”
He meets your stare. “No problem.”
You evade his eyes, turning to look down for a brief moment.
“That was my ex,” you reveal. “He’s the reason why I took a break from dating and why I swore that I’d never go for frat boys again.”
“What happened?”
Exhaling a sigh, you tilt your head back on your seat. “During sophomore year, he told me he loved me and then broke up with me through text. And you know what the worst part of that was? He only wrote eight words. Eight fucking words!”
“What a dick.”
“Yep.”
He glances at you, eyes ladled with sincerity. “You deserve so much better than him.”
Your lips twist up for a tiny smile as you stay quiet for the rest of the journey. There’s a fuzzy feeling in your stomach that you can’t seem to ignore. Or maybe you just don’t want to ignore it.
When you’re both in front of the building of your dorm, the air is somewhat silent.
You stare up at him. All throughout the night, he’d been wearing his yellow tinted glasses. Not many people can pull off a vibrant and flashy accessory. But with Jungkook, it seems like he can wear anything and make it fashionable.
“Uh…” you start, licking your lips. “So, thanks for tonight. I had fun with you.”
“What? Can you repeat that last part? I didn’t hear you,” he says teasingly, putting a hand over his ear.
You laugh, bumping his arm jokingly. “Oh, get out of here.”
Jungkook giggles, climbing down the steps.
“Bye, princess,” he bids, his hand gesturing a small salute before turning around.
“Hey.”
He twists round instantly, his hands inside the pockets of his jeans.
You take a few steps and encase your arms around his body for an embrace.
His breath is caught in his throat before it escapes in a stuttered rhythm. When he reciprocates the gesture, his palm rubs on the back of your head while his other hand gives a light squeeze to your lower back.
With you in his arms for a good six seconds, he just wants to protect you, to take care of you and to make sure nothing bad ever happens to you. He never wants to let you go.
He hopes that this moment makes you feel somehow comforted and warm, makes you feel at least something positive for him. Because if you ask him, this hug from you is everything.
He never thought that your hugs would be nice and calming, heartwarming and uplifting.
“Thanks,” you tell him, your words muffled against his shirt.
As soon as you pull back, you give him one last smile.
He’s barely blinking, a tinge of vermillion gracing his pores.
You turn around first and go inside.
Once you get to your room, you dive straight to your bed, staring at the ceiling with a childish grin on your face.
It’s alarming how your heart is still hammering wildly even when you’re all alone now.
You raise the precious teddy bear upwards, looking at its eyes and realizing how round and sparkly they are, reminding you of one particular person. You emit a thick sigh.
This is just great, you think. Now everything reminds you of Jungkook.
Groaning, you pull the stuffed toy into your arms, hugging it tightly until you feel your tired lids shut close, sleep washing over you in no time.
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On a sunny Tuesday afternoon, you decide to sit outside to study.
In the midst of you writing down notes, Ten sits down across you on the wooden bench table.
Today, he’s wearing a floral shirt paired with a thin cardigan. His fashion sense is always so enviable and you appreciate him for always giving you the best fashion advice whenever you’re stuck with your outfits.
“So,” he begins. “How was your date with Jungkook last weekend? Do you feel anything for him yet?”
“No.”
Ten has a dubious expression. “You sure?”
“Yep.”
“So if you don’t feel anything for him, why were you staring at him yesterday during lunch?”
“I wasn’t staring at him,” you refute, defensive.
“Right,” he drawls. “You weren’t staring at him. You were just ogling.”
You flash him your unamused poker face.
“Oh, by the way, I can’t model with you on Friday,” your platinum-haired friend announces, dropping it on you like a bomb.
You frown. “Why not?”
“Luis and I are going to his parents’ lake house.”
You use the puppy dog eyes on him in the hopes of changing his mind.
Ten makes an apologetic expression, pouting his lips and taking your hands to squeeze them. “I’m sorry, boo, but this is a special date. It’s our anniversary.”
You sigh. “No, it’s fine. It’s just that the ladies are going to be crushed.”
“You can just get someone else to do it with you,” he suggests, lifting his specs up.
“Like who?”
He shrugs, crossing his arms. “I don’t know. Maybe Jungkook.”
“Hell—” you sputter instinctively before you retract. “Wait. Actually, that’s not a bad idea. Ten, you’re a genius.”
He smiles. “I know. Anyways, I gotta go.”
You realize that you do as well but before you pack your stuff up and leave, you bring out your phone and send a text to Jungkook.
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The next day when he comes to class early, he asks you about it first thing.
“What’s this modelling thing about?”
I need you to model with me on Friday, was what you texted him the day before and all he replied was three question marks. You never replied back and he spent all night tossing and turning on his bed, wondering what you meant.
“It’s modelling for a nursing home painting class on Friday,” you explain. “I was supposed to model with my friend but he has plans with his boyfriend.”
Stunned, Jungkook blinks up at you. “Uh… yeah, I don’t know about that. I don’t even know how to model.”
You’re surprised to see him reacting like this. Isn’t Jungkook a rockstar and a popular guy in campus?
If anything, modelling should be a cakewalk for him because he’s the type to be concerned with looks and appearances.
Besides, isn’t he the guy who once said to you that he can do anything and is willing to try anything?
And isn’t he the same guy who proposed during the shooting game in the carnival that the loser would do anything the winner wants them to do?
“We literally just have to stand there and pose while they paint us,” you explain. “You promised you’d do anything I want.”
Jungkook concedes, thinking that you’re right. He did come up with the terms during your game back at the carnival.
“Fair enough. Okay, yeah, I’ll do it.”
You smile. “Good.”
He brings his notebook and pen out from his bag and places them on his desk. “Hey, how’s Churro, by the way?”
Your eyes never straying away from the lecture slide, you answer quietly, “Oh, y’know, chilling on my bed and living his best life because I get to cuddle him every night.”
That Justin Bieber song plays in his head as if on cue. If this was a movie, that song would be playing in the background right now.
Churro is a lucky bear. The bastard really gets to cuddle with you every night. God, he can’t believe he’s really going through it because of a goddamn stuffed toy.
“You can cuddle me too, princess,” he starts, flirty. “You know I’m always down for that and for other things like Netflix and… chill.”
Whipping your head to face him, he winks at you.
Your brows slightly crease, smacking his inked bicep.
“I’m kidding. Jeez,” he says before he bursts out laughing while rubbing his arm.  
Professor Choi lifts a brow up. “Mr. Jeon. You got something to share with the class?”
He forces a smile. “No, ma’am.”
He turns and glares at you.
With pursed lips, you meet his stare and stick your tongue out, feeling victorious.
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“Remind me again why I agreed to do this?” Jungkook asks with knitted brows as he looks at the costumes in his arms.
“Because I won the game,” you answer wryly.
A few minutes earlier, you just entered the nursing home. Jungkook had the opportunity to get to know you better. To see this side of you. And he feels glad that you let him see a piece of you and your world.
He felt his heartstrings being tugged lightly and positively as he saw you interact with the people in the home.
He never knew that you volunteered here and now, he felt even more invested and in awe by you as you unveiled another layer of you, telling him all about your time here and how the ladies have been so lovely.
After you entered the home, you led him to the room where the class was going to be held and you introduced him to Mrs. Kang, Mrs. Yoon, Mrs. Son and the others.
Mrs. Yoon tapped your shoulder. “Your boyfriend is a stunner.”
Jungkook is indeed a stunner. The problem is that he knows it too. He knows the power he has and the chaos he can cause just by beaming a smile.
“Oh, uh, we’re not together, Mrs. Yoon,” you confessed.
“That’s a shame,” she said. “You two look great together.”
Mrs. Kang, who was sitting on her chair, waved for Jungkook to come over. “Let me look at you.”
The dark-haired man knelt down and she eyed him.
“You have beautiful eyes,” she observed.
Jungkook offered a modest smile in return and Mrs. Kang placed her hand on his cheek. “My husband had dark and round eyes too. You look a little like him. Come closer.”
When Jungkook obeyed, Mrs. Kang breathed softly and reached out to touch his face, tracing it with her fingers.
He stayed still, letting her reminisce and travel back to the time where she felt blissful. He let her pretend even for a moment that she was touching her late husband’s face instead of his.
When Mrs. Kang fluttered her eyes open, she managed a weak ‘thank you.’
Her eyes began to water and Jungkook bobbed his head for a nod, sending a warm smile.
He placed his hand over hers, understanding the small gift that he just gave her, before he stood up and returned to you.
Witnessing the whole scene, you were in awe.
Maybe Jungkook’s not really that insensitive jerk who only thinks of himself. Or that reckless, irresponsible, self-obsessed person. Maybe he really isn’t the tough guy that they all painted him to be.
In here, he’s kind-hearted and compassionate, warmth and gentleness emanating from him, all those iron walls practically non-existent. He’s sincere and authentic.
When the art teacher called you over, you grabbed Jungkook’s sleeve and made your way to him quickly.
“Hi, Pierre. This is Jungkook and he’s going to be modelling with me today,” you introduced, smiling up at him.
The tall guy wearing a black turtleneck and a beige beret flitted his gaze at the two of you before flashing a narrow smile.
“I need you to wear these,” he said, bringing out some costumes from the box beside him.
You both took the clothes and Jungkook leaned in to your ear. “You never said anything about costumes.”
“I didn’t?” you asked, smiling slyly.
“No.”
“Sorry. We’re wearing costumes while modelling.”
“The toilets are outside,” Pierre said, pointing in the direction. “You can change in there.”
The bathrooms are adjacent to each other and Jungkook goes to the left.
He takes his shirt off and slips the white shirt on, buttoning it from the down up. He sheds his jeans off next and quickly slips the high-waisted, tight trousers on, tucking in the shirt under.
He glances up, momentarily examining what he looks like in the mirror. When he stares at the boots given to him, he groans as he slips them on his feet.
He is seriously questioning his life choices right now. Why did he have to come up with that rule during your game at the carnival?
He slips out of the bathroom and leans back against the wall, waiting for you.
“I look stupid,” he announces, looking down on his attire again.
“Mine is worse,” you yell back from behind your door.
“I’m wearing rider boots,” he says, face cringing.
You don’t answer, too occupied in figuring out the knots in your gown.
He crosses his arms, his foot tapping the floor. “Come on, princess. Let’s have a look at you.”
Holding up your gown up so you don’t step on it, you carefully walk out of the room.
“I literally can’t breathe in this thing,” you say, frowning while looking down on your gown.
He falls silent and dazed as he keeps his eyes pressed on you and your plunging neckline.
“I’m not complaining,” he responds, wiggling his brows playfully. “I like my view from here.”
You look up. Jungkook is wearing a white cotton shirt, a black tail coat and high-waisted trousers, looking like an elegant royal in the Victorian era.
You lift his chin up, keeping his stare upwards. “My eyes are up here, Jeon.”
“Sorry, princess. You just look so hot.”
You roll your eyes, ignoring his comment and the way his tongue swirls round on his bottom lip that always seems so delectable.
“Come on,” you mutter, quickly dragging him back to the classroom.
When you’re both in the room, Pierre starts to direct and give his instructions, clapping his hands twice as if he’s saying to you that art waits for no one.
“You two. Stand here,” he says, stepping on the platform stage.
Jungkook takes your hand and assists you, letting you step up before him.
“Y/N, grab his shoulders. Jungkook, hold her around the waist and slightly dip her.”
You do as you’re told, your stiff hands resting on his broad shoulders.
He wraps his arm around your waist, his palm settling on your back as he gently dips you back.
“Like this?” he asks, looking at Pierre.
“Yes. That’s great,” the teacher praises. “Y/N, you have to look at Jungkook as if you’re in love. And Jungkook, look down at Y/N as if she’s the princess that you’ve been waiting for your entire life.”
Swallowing sharply, you keep your eyes on his and he meets your gaze. Your pulse starts to race and you can feel your skin turning feverish.
“Magnifique!” Pierre exclaims, finally displaying a toothy smile. “Hold it like that for the next half an hour.”
He then starts teaching the class about forms and movements while you and Jungkook are holding each other on stage.
You don’t even hear the talking around you because you’re so lost in his round eyes.
Eventually, you find yourself even more relaxed, all the nerves melting away whenever his lips and his brows lift upwards at you, a silent gesture of encouragement.
“Hey, thanks for doing this,” you speak softly. “I appreciate it.”
“And I appreciate you in that gown.”
“Jungkook, can you lower Y/N even more?” Pierre asks from across the room.
He nods.
“Good. Now look at each other as if you’re about to kiss,” Pierre says.
“Don’t drop me,” you tell Jungkook with worried eyes.
When he leans closer while you’re in a full dip, your breath is caught in your chest.
You want to take a gulp but it feels like there’s a tennis ball in your throat. Your breaths are warm on each other’s skin, passing back and forth.
He is inches away and his eyes wander slowly like he’s engraving every detail of your face in his head.
He observes the way your beautiful lashes touch your skin and he feels his heart leap, wanting to kiss every part of your face, taking his time before he reaches your lips.
With adoring eyes, Jungkook smiles. “Trust me.”
For the first time, you do.
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Wednesday is your favorite day of the week because you don’t have to start college early.
Your first class of the day begins in the afternoon and while you make your way to the building, you spot Jungkook sitting outside with Taehyung and Jimin, having their lunch.
Ambling to where they are, you crouch down beside him.
“Hey, cutie,” Jungkook greets, grinning as he lowers his Chinese takeaway container. “What’s up?”
Taehyung and Jimin says hello cheerfully, waving at you.
You greet them back, flashing a smile.
“Hey, how come you’re nice to them?” Jungkook pouts.
“Because they’re nice to me,” you reason.
“Hmph.”
“Did you manage to come up with some points for our presentation?” you ask, deciding to not beat around the bush.
“Uh… yeah. About that,” he says, ruffling the back his head. “I forgot.”
Your brow perks up as you stare at him scoldingly, waiting for an explanation.
“I was busy last night studying for a test. It’s for my other module.”
Taking your notebook out, you hand it to him. “Here. That’s an outline of what we’re going to do.”
Accepting it from you and flipping over the pages to skim read, his eyes slightly widen in surprise after seeing your plan, neatly written and organized, color-coded, highlighted and everything.
“So… you’ve done all of it.”
“Yep. You’ll stand and smile and you’ll read your bit.”
“But I told you I wanna contribute with my own research,” he insists before taking another bite of his chicken.
“Are you gonna do it this time?”
“Yes. I promise.”
You sigh. “Fine. You can give that back to me when you’re done.”
“Okay, bossy.”
Preparing to stand up and head to your class, he adds immediately, “Oh, by the way, there’s a party at our frat house this Friday. You should come.”
You stare at him in surprise. “You… want me to come to your party.”
He nods coolly, chewing his food, his cheeks puffing out.
“I’ll think about it.”
You start walking away and from behind, you hear Jungkook’s soft and high-pitched voice.
“See you Friday, princess!”
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The week whirls by quickly and the next thing you know, you’re getting ready to go to a frat party.
You don’t know if this is a good idea but as Jungkook once told you, it wouldn’t kill you to loosen up a bit. You told him it would.
In front of Beta Tau Sigma’s door, you take a deep breath, mentally counting to three before you step inside.
Red cups being raised and tossed around everywhere along with confetti welcomes you. Upbeat music blasts through the speakers. Sweaty bodies are dancing with one another and people are chanting at the far end as they play drinking games.
You scan the sea of people, looking for Jungkook.
“There she is! There’s the overachiever that we know and love,” he shouts in the middle of a crowd.
Speaking of the devil.
As he glides through the crowd and gets closer, you are floored by how handsome he looks in just a simple white tee, his flannel tied to his waist.
Inappropriate thoughts begin to flood your conscious as you think about how he probably has an eight-pack underneath that shirt and how you want to run your hands over them.
Fuck, why are you thinking about things that you have no business in thinking about?
“I knew you couldn’t resist me,” he says when he’s in front of you.
Rolling your eyes, you turn around. “Alright, I’m out.”
He catches your hand, turning you back around. “Wait. I’m just joking. I’m actually glad you made it.”
You don’t miss the way his eyes glosses over you, the way his lips drop and the way his eyeballs look like they’re about to pop out. You can’t blame him since you did pick a flattering outfit tonight.
“Okay. Now get me drunk.”
He laughs. “Do you even drink?”
You narrow your eyes on him. “Of course, I drink. Duh. I’m not the Virgin Mary.”
The name has him chuckling and you’re sure he’s thinking of that specific memory where he dubbed you as the Virgin Mary.
“What have you got?” you ask, eyes roaming around the kitchen counter where all kinds of booze and different flavored juices are placed.
He takes a plastic red cup from the stack. “You want vodka and coke?”
“Sure.”
Grabbing it from him the moment he finished pouring the drinks and ice, he watches you down half of it, amusement lacing his eyes.
Your throat feels aflame at the strong liquid going down on you but you couldn’t care less. That was the kick you definitely needed.
“Weekly quizzes have been stressing me out lately. I need this,” you tell him before taking another sip.
“I know you didn’t just talk about college work during a party,” Jungkook says dryly, pouring himself some beer.
You shrug. “Can’t help it.”
He sighs, exasperated. “I invited you here to let loose, not think about academic responsibilities. Now, I’m gonna go and leave you for a bit, princess.”
He holds your elbows as he stares at you with encouraging eyes. “Have fun and enjoy yourself, yeah?”
God, it’s so hard to leave you when all he wants to do is to look at you and be by your side. He doesn’t really want to stop staring at you, especially when you’re wearing that outfit.
You bob your head. “Okay.”
He’s right. This is what you’re here for tonight. You’re here to have fun, socialize, drink and dance.
You watch him walk away and disappear into the crowd.
Pouring yourself with the drinks of your choice as the minutes swish by, you allow yourself to finally have a good time.
In one corner of the room, you’ve joined people in cheering for a guy named Jin who’s doing a keg stand.
When a pop tune comes on, you found yourself jumping with the crowd, half-screaming and half-singing the lyrics.
It’s fun to let loose like this, to forget about your responsibilities for a moment.
It made you realize how you always let the work aspect take over and how you truly do take your studies seriously. Maybe even too seriously. That’s just how it is because people have high expectations from you so you constantly have to do well.
Somehow, you find yourself in the gaming area.
Namjoon, Yoongi and Taehyung welcomed you warmly when you came to join their pool game.
Meanwhile, Jungkook is sitting on the couch in the lounge with Jimin and Hoseok.
From his view, he can perfectly capture your bright smile, your infectious laugh and your energy.
Jimin decides to make a comment after observing his best friend’s obvious ogling. “You know, I haven’t seen you like this in so long.”
“She really makes you happy, doesn’t she?” Hoseok asks, his hand on Jungkook’s shoulder.
Jungkook can only bite his lower lip in response to the red-haired man, a blush blooming on the apple of his cheeks.
He then takes a sip of his drink, trying to conceal his giddy grin.
“You literally have heart eyes for her. It’s so obvious,” Jimin says, taking a swig of his beer afterwards.
“Shut up, Park.”
“Talk about whipped,” Hoseok adds with a chuckle, finding entertainment in getting to tease the younger one.
With the older guys tittering on his sides, Jungkook can only focus on the way his heartbeat starts to thump louder within his chest as he watches you from afar, having fun and living in the moment, delighting in the present, cheering along with his friends and bonding with them.
“What are you waiting for, then? Go to her, lover boy,” Jimin implores.
It’s been quite some time since you and him interacted and Jungkook wants to have his moment with you now. Especially when an idea strikes through his head.
He stands up and starts to make his way through the crowd.
“Hey, princess,” Jungkook says once he’s beside you.
Whipping your head to face him, you smile, echoing a ‘hey.’
“Having fun?”
“Yeah. I’m having so much fun here.”
He’s beyond thrilled to hear that from you. It’s good to see you letting loose and getting to play.
You’re always about the work, not allowing yourself to have fun and live your life. There’s too much work in your life and not enough play. And Jungkook wants you to see that it’s okay to have both.
He’s a firm believer of balance. He plays as hard as he works.
“I see you’ve met the guys.”
“Yo, JK!” Taehyung calls from across the table, releasing his lollipop with a juicy pop. “Looks like you have a new competition in pool.”
Namjoon agrees. “Seriously. You should see Y/N play. She’s a fucking pro.”
Holding your cue stick, you stare at Jungkook, quirking a brow up as a sign of challenge. “What do you say, Jeon? Wanna play?”
“Maybe next time,” he says, linking his fingers with yours as you set your cue stick away. “Come on.”
“Where are we going?” you ask as you slither past the pack of drunk college students, embracing his hand tighter.
“Somewhere private.”
He takes you to the patio where it’s surprisingly empty.
You would’ve expected to see at least one or two students getting high in here but apparently, the party inside is just too good.
“Your back garden?” you voice out, the grin on your face irrepressible.
Your eyes swallow in the entirety of the garden before they gaze up at the stars.
“Yup.”
Your face is painted with confusion and curiosity when you look back at him. “Why?”
“So we can be alone,” he says. “I don’t really feel like sharing you tonight.”
Your heart skips a beat.
The truth is, while you were having fun on your own, from time to time, your eyes would wander around the room, searching for a certain boy with dark hair and doe eyes. You wished earlier that he was with you while everyone jumped, danced and cheered.
But now that he’s here with you, you don’t want him to go again. You really don’t feel like sharing him either.
Okay, what the hell was in that punch that made you think of these things? Was it rum? Whiskey?
Jungkook steps ahead to the middle while you stay in your spot, feeling a certain warmth surging to your face.
He extends his palm out, flashing you that charming smile of his. “Dance with me?”
“Here?”
“No. In Mars.”
Your eyes roll to the back of your head.
He chuckles softly. “Come on.”
Taking his hand, you both stand in the middle ground.
He captures your hands and he gently places them on his shoulders before he wraps his arms around your lower back, the upturn of his brows encouraging you to slowly sway with him.
“So…” you start, perking a brow up. “What is this? Is this our third date?”
“I suppose it is, yeah.”
“Slow dancing in your back garden, under the moonlight while there’s a frat party going on inside,” you recite.
“Quite romantic, don’t you think?” he probes with a grin and your heart jolts dangerously.
While you both move to a silent beat, you could hear his amused chuckle, his hand on your back sending warmth to every part of your skin.
A grin cracks its way on your lips before you comfortably rest your chin on his shoulder and shut your eyes, allowing yourself to bask in this magical moment.
It’s not your typical fancy dinner date with candles on the table but you wouldn’t have it any other way.
The night sky is clear, painted with stars that glimmers down on the two of you.
Around you are an array of small daisies sprouting from the grass and a warm tone of light that comes from the house.
When you face him again, he has his eyes pressed on you, drinking you all in.
Your eyes alone could make him intoxicated and addicted.
“W-why are you looking at me like that?” you ask, feeling suddenly conscious and shy from his penetrative gaze.
“Because you’re beautiful.”
Goddamn it, Jungkook cusses in his head.
Of all the witty remarks or speeches that he rehearsed, ‘you’re beautiful’ is the one that comes out of his mouth. What a way to pass up an opportunity, Jeon.
But then again, there is no lie in what he just said.
The truth is, you really are stunning. You’ve always been beautiful to him.
You, on the other, blink up at him in surprise.
You could hardly believe what you’re hearing. Jeon Jungkook, who you’re pretty sure comes in to school every day with a mission to rile you up and get under your skin, thinks you’re beautiful?
You’re now wondering what the hell was in his punch.
Your lips purse together, your gaze dropping on the floor. You feel awkward, not knowing how to react properly. Damn him. Why couldn’t he have just made a sarcastic comment? It’d be easier to fire back and start a rally.
You shake your head. “You’re just drunk.”
“Nope.” His finger gently lifts your chin upwards. “You’re really beautiful.”
You could feel heat magnifying the more you slow dance with him and the more his face closes in with yours.
He regards you with careful and gentle eyes, fingers coming up to sweep your hair to the side.
Your expression gradually turns sour, your gaze averting his. You suddenly seem uneasy.
“Princess, what is it?” he asks, worry coating his pupils.
You chew on your lip, eyes raking everywhere before landing on his.
You’re hesitating but eventually, you speak. “This is so embarrassing but… I need the bathroom.”
“Are you gonna throw up?”
“No,” you frown. “I need to pee. I think I drank too much punch.”
Jungkook immediately heeds your distress, telling you where the bathroom is.
You run back to the house as though you’re in an Olympic race.
He waits outside the bathroom while you do your business, making sure to tell people that’s it’s occupied.
He gives you a few minutes more before knocking on the door. “Princess? You okay in there?”
After finally washing your hands and drying them, you look at yourself in the mirror for a second.
“Yeah.”
“Can I come in?” he asks, his fingers tentatively embracing the door knob.
You make your way to the door and open it.
Jungkook enters and leans his back against it, hands going in his pockets. He nibbles on his lower lip, causing his piercing to move about and his small dimple to appear.
“Do you feel better now?”
“Much better.”
Jungkook grins impishly. “Now, where were we?”
You take that one small step to close the space between you, encasing your arms around his neck as he immediately reciprocates, his hands settling on your waist.
“I believe we were in the middle of dancing,” you reply, flitting your gaze between his eyes and lips.
He notices your wandering eyes, his fingers coming up to gently push some strands of your hair away from the side of your face.
For a few seconds, you and Jungkook share a moment, your stares going back and forth on each other’s lips and eyes.
You stare at him, licking your lips. “I can’t believe I’m saying this but I really wanna kiss you.”
It’s probably the alcohol talking. But there’s a high chance that it’s not.
“Why don’t you?” he says, posing a challenging brow up.
His fingers find the hem of your shirt, slightly lifting it up.
The tips of his fingers graze on your bare skin, your face heating up, his touch warm enough to leave goosebumps in its wake.
“I’m actually considering it,” you reply, letting out a frustrated sigh. “God, what was in that punch?”
“Do it, princess. I dare you.”
It’s so easy to do it, to just lean forward and seal your lips with his, to finally know what it feels like to kiss him.
God knows you just want those lips on yours and those hands all over you. But at the last second, your conscious reminds you of what people have said about him, about his reputation when it comes to girls.
“And join the list of girls who have kissed Jeon Jungkook at a party? No, thanks. I’d rather keep my heart safe.”
“It’s not a long list,” he says.
“And you expect me to believe that?”
Jungkook’s hold on you gradually drops and you blink in confusion, retreating back at the sudden change in his expression.
He runs his hand through his hair as he looks to the side and pieces the puzzles together, finally realizing everything.
When he meets your stare, his eyes are bitter as he answers you with a burning question of his own. “Do you think that I’m just some fuckboy who plays with girls’ hearts and breaks them?”
Frustration seeps out from his voice and his exhalations, leaving you stunned. “Well, you’re a member of BTS so yeah. Pretty much.”
“So you just assume that I fuck around with girls,” he says, coming out as a statement rather than a question. “Is that how you think of me?”
“I…” you pause, your brows furrowing. “Why are you mad at me?”
He huffs sharply. “Because you’re still thinking about what other people are saying about me even when we’re going on dates, when I’m showing you the real me. Look, Y/N. I really like you. I think there could be something special between us and I think that this could go somewhere but if you won’t let me like you and you won’t give me a chance and you’re just gonna believe everything that you hear, then I guess there’s no point to all of this.”
“Jungko—”
“Forget it.”
And with that, he turns around and walks out of the bathroom, leaving you all alone, his words ringing in your ears.
You place your hands on the sink counter, bending your head down and mentally cursing as silence envelopes you, the words that he left you becoming cold and nipping as it tortures your conscious and imprints on your skin.
When you finally shake yourself out of your musings, you respond to the incessant knocks and calls coming from outside.
You open the door, letting Taehyung and his girl take over the bathroom.
When you start to make your way downstairs, your steps are heavy. All of the noise that surrounds you, the people, the alcohol and the music—all of it seems pointless and lifeless now.
Everything had lost its fun and you feel defeated, exhausted. With Jungkook nowhere in sight, you figure it’s just best to head home.
Reaching the front door, you’re greeted by Hoseok who’s sitting on the steps of the front porch while vaping.
He turns his head and sends a genial smile at you, his sharp cheekbones raising upwards. “Hey, Y/N.”
“Hey.”
“You going home?” he asks, standing up.
“Yep.”
“Jungkook asked me to walk you home,” Hoseok reveals.
Your brows soften at the revelation but you insist that he doesn’t have to do that because you’ll be fine.
“Please. I can’t just let you walk alone during this time of night. And besides, I promised him.”
Eventually, you concede and begin leading the way as he matches with your pace. “Thanks, Hoseok.”
“Please. Just call me Hobi from now on,” he says.
“Hobi?”
“Yeah. We’re friends now, aren’t we?”
You nod. “Hey, uh, tell Jungkook thanks for me too.”
The red-haired guy nods, ever so bright and warm when it came to his smiles.
“Where is he anyway?” you ask curiously.
He puffs out a smoke before answering. “He’s in his room. Don’t worry about him, he’s okay. He’s just lying down on his bed and y’know, moping about a girl he really likes. Poor guy. He’s down bad for this girl.”
He glances at you with a teasing smile. “Think you might know her.”
You smile sparsely before casting your eyes on the ground. “I suppose I don’t.”
After a beat’s silence, he expresses his thoughts, his tone more solemn. “You know, Jungkook may act all tough and strong but he’s just someone who’s been hurt several times in the past. He keeps a wall up that’s why it’s hard to get to know him at first.”
The thought of him being in pain and broken, of him being this delicate thing and yet crushed to pieces creates an uncomfortable, heavy feeling in your throat.
Hoseok observes you before looking ahead, staring at the quiet neighborhood. “A word of unsolicited advice?”
You breathe a glum sigh out. “Sure.”
“Take it easy with him, yeah?” he says just as you arrive at the building of your dorm.
Stopping in front of the main entrance, you offer a nod to him. “Night, Hobi.”
He gives the top of your head a gentle pat. “Night, kid.”
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The following week, Jungkook doesn’t sit next to you in class. He doesn’t talk to you either. He avoids you like the plague.
On Thursday, as soon as the class is dismissed, you follow him as he walks out of the room.
“Jungkook,” you call behind him but he just keeps on walking straight ahead. “Are you really not gonna talk to me?”
When he doesn’t answer, you stand in front of him, blocking his way. “What about our project? We still have to do it.”
“You can write it up and I’ll present the whole thing. You’re better at writing anyway,” he says, expression icy.
He pushes past you and finally exits the building without looking back.
After that, you decide to spend your vacant hours in the library.
Finding an empty desk and chair in the second floor, you dump your books out, your movements tinged with frustration.
You’re beside the window and you can perfectly see the campus below, students flurrying about in different directions.
There’s no use in you trying to study because you can’t focus. You’re heavily distracted by thoughts of Jungkook. Thoughts of last night.
He was right. You are still stuck on what you think you know about him.
Even on the first date, you were still cautious with him. You thought that you knew him and you already got him all figured out down to a T but you realize that you don’t.
There are still so many things that you don’t know about him and you wouldn’t have known it if it weren’t for the dates. That’s why he proposed that offer. He wanted you to know him. To see through him and see beyond his exterior.
You know exactly what you have to do now.
Hurriedly packing up your stuff, you make your way down the first floor, making a quick stop at the café.
Standing once again in front of the BTS frat house, you take a deep breath and nod to yourself before knocking on the door.
You’re welcomed by Yoongi who gives you a lazy smile. His hair is a bed-ruffled mess and he looks like he just woke up from a catnap.
“Oh, hey, Y/N.”
“Hi,” you greet, offering the tangerine-haired boy a close-lipped smile.
“What’s up?” he asks, crossing his arms.
“Um… is Jungkook here?”
“No.”
“Do you know where he is?”
“He’s at the rehearsal room back at the campus,” he informs.
“Oh, okay. Thanks, Yoongi,” you say gratefully.
He nods coolly. “No problem.”
You make your way back to the campus, passing through the science department to get to the building where the school of music is situated.
After a few minutes of walking through the hallways, climbing up stairs and following the signposts, you finally arrive at the rehearsal room.
Peeking through the little glass on the door, you could just make out Jungkook’s figure inside as he sits in front of the piano.
Cautiously, you open the door and step in quietly.
“Hi,” you utter timidly.
Jungkook hears the creak of the door and turns around from his seat. He has a hard straight line on his lips.
“What are you doing here?”
“I came here to say I’m sorry. You were right. I judged you based on rumors and that was a shitty thing to do.”
“Yeah, it is,” he mumbles.
“But now, I don’t really give a fuck about what people say or think.” You take a breath. “Will you give me another chance?”
“Why should I?” he asks, unmoved.
“Because,” you drawl out, your lips stretching to a smile, hoping to lighten the mood, “I brought cookies and cupcakes?”
Taking out the box from your bag, you hold it out in front of him.
He folds his arms, still silent. God knows it took everything in him to not cave in to your irresistible and melting smile and your soft eyes that could seriously screw with a guy’s head.
“And because I really like spending time with you and getting to know you,” you confess.
His brows and features start to soften as he blinks slowly. “You mean that?”
“Yes.”
A smile finally cracks its way to his lips and his gentle and soft gaze on you is enough to make you feel like your heart feels like it’s soaring.
You take a seat beside him and open the box of pastries in your hand. “I wasn’t sure if you like cookies or cupcakes so I just got both.”
“I like both,” he says before getting a strawberry cupcake.
You get yourself a piece of cookie and he gently pushes a strand of your hair away from your face, tucking them back to your ear so you could eat properly, making your belly flutter, the butterflies increasing tenfold.
The next thing you know, Jungkook is showing you his piano skills, playing a song beautifully and you watch him with mesmerized eyes as he starts singing.
His voice is like a smooth instrument that slips into your ear like honey. It’s clear, tender, raw and unapologetic, never losing that youthful air. It reminds you of a bashful teenager in the way it’s light and easy.
He asks you if you know how to play to which you could only respond with a shake of your head. Although, you did show him that you can play the basic Do-Re-Mi notes and he found it really cute.
If someone told you a few months ago that you’d be going on dates with Jeon Jungkook, you honestly would’ve laughed at their face.
But here you are, hanging out with him in the rehearsal room, playing around with different instruments while eating snacks and sharing stories.
Here you are, having your fourth date with him.
He suddenly stands up and grabs his backpack from the cream sofa, taking out his black bomber jacket before going to the middle space to lay it down on the rattan carpet.
He sits down and crosses his legs before he taps his side, a silent invitation for you to come.
You continue on eating cookies side by side while he reveals funny episodes that have happened in this room whenever he rehearses with the guys.
Stories are shared, glances are given and memories are made with every grin and giggle, with every brush of fingertips.
With him feeling so comfortable around you now, he decides that he wants to share another piece of him to you.
He brings out his earphones and lets you listen to one of the songs he wrote and recorded on his phone.
He tightens his lips together and stares at you, looking for any semblance of a positive reaction after you finished listening to a song called Still With You.
“Jungkook, this is really good. Like, insanely good,” you breathe after a few moments, dazed, mesmerized at him and his talent, his passion and the way he seems to pour his whole heart and soul to singing.
You repeat your words to him when you’re more grounded and filled with coherent thoughts and able to articulate them, emphasizing to him how beautiful the song and is and how incredible and sentimental his vocals are.
Hell, he’s even better than most of the artists that you hear on the radio.
He grins, his belly fluttering in gentle purrs. “Thanks.”
Taking a piece of chocolate cookie from the box, he chomps satisfyingly.
“Sorry if I didn’t prepare anything for this date,” he apologizes when his mouth is empty and you couldn’t help but fixate your stare at the crumb on the corner of his lips, just near his lip ring.
“Don’t be. This is perfect to me,” you assure.
Your thumb comes up to gently wipe the crumb on his lips and he swears his breath might have hitched at that moment.
He keeps his eyes on you as your finger grazes his cheek slowly, your gaze taking in each and every detail of his beautiful face.
The tiny scar on his left cheek catches your attention and your brows slightly knit together.
“How’d you get the scar?”
“When I was a kid, I had a bad fall from going on the trampoline,” he says. “I remember I would always wake up early and go on it for hours.”
Your lips stretch widely as you listen to him recount his childhood.
“Were you full of energy?” you ask curiously.
“Very. My mom wanted me to channel that energy into something so she signed me up for music lessons. It’s how I got into drums.”
He then captures your hand that’s on his cheek and places it on his chest. His heart is racing, just like yours. “You feel that?”
Your eyes are on his hand over yours, his thumb softly rubbing on your skin.
Looking up at him, you nod.
He slowly leans in, about to close the gap and kiss you when the door suddenly opens, making you and Jungkook jump back.
You look at the two guys who barged in. They seem like freshmen.
“Oh, shit. I’m so sorry,” the long-haired guy wearing a beanie says awkwardly, his hands diving in the pockets of his jeans. “We didn’t think anyone was here.”
The guy beside him smacks his arm. “Dude, I told you to knock first.”
Jungkook rubs the back of his head as he calmly reassures the two boys.
They exit the room hurriedly after uttering their apologies again.
When they’re gone, you both take it as a sign to finally start packing up. He tells you that his time must be up now since he only booked the rehearsal room for an hour.
As you stroll through the building and make your way out of the campus grounds, he holds your hand, making your heart lurch.
You don’t give a damn even if most eyes were on the two of you.
Reaching the entrance to your dorm, he shoves his hands in his pockets.
Neither of you say anything, all too consumed by your giddy smiles and the flittering sensations in your bellies.
“I had a great time,” you finally speak, not letting the silence stretch for too long.
“Me, too. Thanks for keeping me company back there,” he says. “Great drumming skills, by the way.”
“Shut up,” you grumble, jestingly slapping his chest, making him chortle.
“So uh…” he says, rubbing the back of his neck. “I should go. I’ll see you on Monday, yeah?”
You barely register his words because your eyes drop on his lips, gaze zeroing on it. His luscious lips make you wonder about how it’d feel like on yours.
“Y/N?”
“What?” you ask, shaking your head to wake yourself up from your daydreaming.
“You kinda zoned out for a moment. Are you okay?”
“Yeah.”
“What were you thinking?”
You lick your lips and take a swallow. “I was thinking about how I wanna kiss you.”
This makes him smile.
He steps closer and your heart starts to race up. His finger gently lifts your chin up.
“Honestly? Me too,” he says, lips inches away from yours. “I always think about kissing you, princess.”
You hold the back of his neck and lean in to close the gap.
He presses his lips on yours softly and you melt into him as you both part your lips slowly.
You tilt your head and give him access to taste you.
His fingers are on your hair and he pulls you closer to him, your chests flushed together as he slides his tongue into your mouth.
You wish time would never start again and that you could just kiss nonstop because his lips and his taste are too addictive.
It’s so addictive that even as you’re in your room now, you could still taste him whenever you moisten your lips. His presence still lingers in your lips, in your mind, in your body, and you don’t want it to go away.
You smile like an absolute fool in front of your bathroom mirror while brushing your teeth and doing your usual night-time routine.
Dressing yourself in your silk pajamas, you finally plop down on your seat and open your laptop on the desk.
The words in the document file start to turn bleary as you find yourself in reverie again, slipping back to that time when you kissed Jungkook. You touch your lips as though it’s the button that functions as a replay.
In the midst of typing on your keyboard once you’ve mentally willed yourself to concentrate and do a bit of work before bed, you hear a random tap on your window.
You pay it no mind at first, thinking it’s nothing. But when it turns louder, you whip your head and see Jungkook outside.
You stand up, immediately tending to your window. “Oh my God, what are you doing? You can’t come in here.”
“You think I don’t know that?” he asks, winded from climbing.
His hair is now parted, a few beads of sweat forming on his hairline.
“You’re insane.”
“Yep. Can you let me in, please? I’m risking my life here for you.”
“Right. Sorry,” you say, fully swinging the window open so he can step inside.
Thankfully, your room is on the second floor so it isn’t that high. But still, what he did is dangerous, especially when he’s unequipped.
Dropping his feet on the floor safely, he stands to his full height in front of you.
He fishes for something in the pocket of his jeans.
“I forgot to give you this,” he admits, handing you the ticket for their frat’s fundraiser event on Saturday.
You flit your gaze between the ticket on your palm and his eyes before eventually settling on him. “So you decided to climb up my window and sneak into my dorm.”
“Yep. Okay, before I go, can I have a goodnight kiss?” He turns his head sideways, tapping his cheek.
You roll your eyes, smiling deliriously as you grab his collars and tug him close to you, placing your lips on his lips instead.
Kissing him feels too right.
With another kiss or two, he finally pulls away.
“Sweet dreams, princess,” he bids before he starts to climb back down.
You go to bed that night with the lightest heart and the hugest smile.
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The next day, you spend most of the afternoon in the library.
You tried to focus on doing work and planning for projects but on more than one occasion, you find yourself blanking out as you think about Jungkook.
Your friends were sitting across you and they would cough and click their pens just to try and get your attention back, urging you to study. It was clear though that there was no hope for you.
When your phone buzzes in your pocket, you’re quick to bring it out—probably too quick and too eager—and you hear your friends snickering before going back to studying diligently.
JK 🍆 [4:23 pm]: wyd ;)
Y/N [4:24 pm]: studying
JK 🍆 [4:25 pm]: *pretends to be shocked*
Y/N [4:25 pm]: 🙄
JK 🍆 [4:26 pm]: library?
Y/N [4:26 pm]: yup
I miss you, Jungkook sends.
You clamp down on your bottom lip as you resist a wide smile.
You could simply text I miss you too but where’s the fun in that? It won’t hurt to play hard to get today.
You saw me yesterday, you text back.
JK 🍆 [4:40 pm]: i haven’t seen you today so that’s why i miss you
JK 🍆 [4:40 pm]: come outside
Y/N [4:42 pm]: why?
JK 🍆 [4:43 pm]: because i’m outside. and i forgot my student card lol
Your surprise melts into excitement in no time as you slip out from your seat and scan your card before heading outside the building.
Jungkook is just by the entrance with a coffee holder in one hand.
“Hi, cupcake,” he greets joyfully.
“I have a name, you know,” you reply, arcing a brow up.
“I know, but where’s the fun in that?”
You roll your eyes, biting your lip but you eventually let him see the goofy smile that he gave you.
He lifts the tray up, two cups of coffee perched on the slots. “I brought coffee.”
Your smile is appreciative and you hold his hand, sneaking him inside the library. “Come on.”
Settling down beside you, Jungkook watches you concentrate on reading a page, jotting down notes at the same time.
He sips his coffee quietly, his eyes transfixed on the side of your face.
“So are you just gonna sit there and watch me study?” you question without looking at him, tucking a strand of hair to the back of your ear.
“Pretty much,” he confirms coolly.
You finally meet his stare, eyeing him narrowly. “Jungkook.”
“What?”
“You’re distracting me,” you hiss under your breath.
“I’m not doing anything.”
Your gaze is reprimanding and he exasperatedly releases a sigh that borders on a groan, taking out his book and papers from his backpack, setting it down on the table. “There. Happy?”
“I will be when you actually open your book and start studying.”
He grabs the thick book and opens it, lifting it up to face level as he leans closer to your ear. “Maybe you can give me some private lessons.”
Swallowing, you steel yourself, closing your thighs together, an action that goes by unnoticed with him.
You hold his cheek and lean closer until your lips are inches away from his. Your smile is teasing and so is your warm breath against his mouth.
He’s ready to close the gap, to kiss you and drop everything.
You stop just before your lips could brush his.
“Nice try, pretty boy,” you whisper before pulling away completely.
“Tease.”
A self-satisfied smirk crosses your lips.
He leans closer. “Pretty boy? So you think I’m pretty?”
“Maybe.”
He swirls his tongue on the inside of his cheek. “Well, I do have that kind of effect on the ladies.”
“Alright, don’t push it.”
Ten coughs and looks at you both.
“Hey, lovebirds. We’re trying to study here,” he says, placing a finger over his lips.
You purse your lips together and return to your schoolwork, Jungkook following suit after he raises a brow at Ten.
Your friend points at the ‘keep quiet’ sign, making Jungkook sigh in defeat.
After forty-five minutes, your project partner turns to you and places his pen down.
“Hey, it’s good to take breaks during study sessions, you know.”
You look up from your notebook and check the time on your phone, realizing that he’s right. It’s been a while since you put your head down and studied intensely. It would be good for your mind to take a rest after retaining and processing a lot of information.
“Fine. We can take a break,” you say, closing your notes as you fully turn your body to face him. “So, now that you have my full and undivided attention, what do you wanna do? You wanna go and get foo—”
“Do you wanna make out?”
“What?” you whisper-ask.
“Do you wanna make out?”
Dumbfounded, you stare at him as his bottom lip is trapped between his teeth, the tip of his tongue swirling on it. And the memory of you kissing him last night comes creeping in again vividly and you realize how badly you crave him and his lips.
There’s nothing more you want right now than to have his lips on yours again and chase that feeling again of being in his arms.
Decided, you take his hand and head out of the building.
Mere seconds later, his lips are locked on yours.
You’re propped against the wall, his arm wrapped around your back while your fingers are tangled through his locks. And once again, you feel electrified and alive, a familiar warmth stirring in your belly as you slide your velvet tongue against his mouth.
Jungkook’s hand finds your thigh and slightly lifts it up and you find yourself arching your back, sighing against the kiss.
“I like kissing you way too much. God, why do I like kissing you?” you murmur.
He pulls back slightly with his hair tousled. “Dunno. Keep on kissing me ‘til you figure it out,” he says before crushing his lips on yours again.
This time, it’s hotter, needier, heavier. It’s like the two of you are about to burst.
He presses his emerging bulge against your center and arousal shoots to the apex of your thighs, making you want so much more.
“Fuck,” you hiss. “I want you.”
Pulling back, he asks, “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Let’s go to my place,” he says, his chest heaving with anticipation.
Both of you hastily grab your things back inside the library and you thank your friends for watching over your stuff before skedaddling off to his place.
Thank God the frat house is close.
With all of his other brothers in campus, you and Jungkook have the house all to yourself.
Going up the stairs, he confesses, “Oh, by the way, I don’t own a pillow.”
“What? What do you mean you don’t own a pillow?”
He opens the door of his room, letting you enter first.
“I use a rolled towel,” he says as your eyes land first on the said towel on his bed.
You turn back to face him. “Why don’t you have a pillow?”
He walks over to his gaming chair and sets his bag down.
“I keep on forgetting to buy one. But if you ask me, the towel’s quite comfy,” he reasons with a shrug.
You laugh, following him and setting your stuff down before you’re in front of him again. You place your palms on his chest.
“You, Jeon Jungkook, are one of a kind,” you tell him with a wide grin before leaning in to press your lips on his.
Immediately, he responds, his moves bolder and hotter as he darts his tongue inside your mouth, slowly gliding with yours as though it’s a dance.
His hands are on your lower back as he walks you backwards until you’re both in front of his bed.
You pull back briefly to add, “And a really good kisser.”
“I know.”
You merge your lips with him again for a quick kiss.
Jungkook murmurs while tracing kisses on the side of your jaw, “You know what else I’m good at?”
He looks at you, his fingers grazing on the skin under your shirt, tip of his fingernail swirling on your belly button. “My stroke game.”
You raise your brow up. “Yeah?”
You push him on the bed and crawl toward him when he’s scooted near the headboard.
“I’ll be the judge of that,” you tell him, settling yourself between his legs.
Kissing him again, Jungkook releases a groan as he tugs on your bottom lip.
When you break away and look at him with your face hovering above his, he grins.
“Oh, baby, you’re in for a ride,” he says, swirling his tongue on his lips.
Both smiling in excitement and anticipation, you scramble hastily to take your shirt off while he sits up and unzips his hoodie and yanks his shirt overhead, revealing his hard-rock abs and the entirety of his tattoo sleeve.
He unbuckles his belt, throws it to the side before deciding to take out his phone from his back pocket, setting it on the side.
With you just wearing your bra, you hop onto him to straddle him again.
You press your lips on his, your chests flushed together. His palm is warm against the side of your neck and you tilt your head, deepening the kiss.
Jungkook moans, turning putty against your touches and your kisses on his jaw and his neck.
He likes to dominate but with you on top touching his body, hell, he’d let you do just about anything to him.
He’s usually the one in control, not breaking easily but it’s clear that the minute he saw you, he was already in trouble because you have too much power over him.
He hasn’t felt like this since his ex-girlfriend. With you, he’s weak, vulnerable, unguarded. And he’s fine with it—he’s not scared of these emotions. In fact, he’s welcoming them because it’s you.
Near his collarbones, you leave an open-mouthed kiss, sucking on it until a mark forms.
Releasing it with a wet pop, you smirk and he releases a throaty groan. He can’t imagine a sexier image or a sexier girl than the one sitting atop of him right now.
Continuing your exploration, your wet tongue grazes his nipple slowly and he sucks in a breath.
There’s something so erotic yet so intimate in the way you trail your lips on the wide expanse of his pecs and the way you lick his nipples.
He’s like a piece of white canvas and he’d want nothing more than for you to fill him with colors of you, splash him with everything that makes up you.
Before, he was a canvas painted in just plain black because of the wall that he had to put up. But with you, he was willing to start over again and open himself again to the prospect of a relationship.
Oh my God. He’s in love with you. It’s as simple as that. His emotions are always at an all-time high whenever he’s with you or thinking about you because he is in love with you.
All this time, he’s head over heels out of his fucking mind for you. Everything is so clear to him now. This realization is truly hitting differently.
You gaze up at him. “Is that okay?”
“Yeah,” he croaks and you tend to the other side of his chest, evoking a moan out of him as he focuses on you and this special moment.
Your mouth on his nipple is making him even harder—if that’s even possible since he’s hard as a rock right now.
“That feels so damn good, baby.”
No girl has ever done that to him before and he’s sure as hell that he won’t let any other girl do that. He’ll never sleep with anybody else that’s not you.
You really are the one he wants and he needs to make sure that you feel and know it. He wants to return the favor and make you feel good.
As you move against his clothed erection, his hands wander around your back, reaching for the hook of your bra.
When he unclips it, you sit up for a moment, your eyes never leaving his as you slide the straps down.
Jungkook has waited for this moment for a long time. The mental image of you finally bare, moaning his name in pleasure and coming because of him has always been at the forefront of his fantasies and it’s finally happening.
He wants it to be perfect. He wants you to feel amazing—the kind that would make you forget everything else and would only make you think about him—and he wants to worship every part of you in every way that he can.
His grip is on your waist, palms skimming up and down your body. His large and solid hands slide up and he cups your tits, his thumbs rolling on your hardened buds. A low groan automatically rolls off his lips just from touching you and squeezing your breasts.
You’re breathing heavily as you swipe your hair to the side, exposing your neck and it’s one of the sexiest things he’s ever seen.
He’s so turned on right now that his hard-on is becoming too painful.
“You’re perfect,” he says breathlessly.
You give a lazy smile, cradling his face before melding your mouth with his.
Your hips grind gently against him and when he meets your rhythm, it sends a shot of arousal right to your center.
You’re past the point of being just enemies or snarky rivals. This is past the point of friendship.
You’re certain with what you’re feeling for Jungkook.
You’ve never wanted anyone as much as you want him and right now, as you make out with him and indulge yourself in the way he caresses every edge of your body and the way he squeezes your ass and the way he lets you know that he wants you as much, you’re more than sure that you want to feel all of him.
You want this. You want him.
When he’s about ready to flip the position and have you beneath him, his phone that’s lying beside his head buzzes and lights up, capturing your attention ever so briefly. But that brief moment is enough for you to see an image that makes your heart drop.
Your heart is beating fast and your mind is racing with a million thoughts per second as you try to comprehend what you just saw.
Jungkook has a photo of him and a girl as his lockscreen.
In the photo, they’re all loved up. He’s kissing her on the lips.
Instantly, you stray away from him, pulling back.
“Why do you have a photo of you kissing another girl as your lockscreen?” you ask, holding yourself above him, your palms on his shoulders.
Is she his ex-girlfriend? If she is, then he’s still hung up on her. What does that make of you? A rebound?
If she isn’t an ex, then the other explanation would be that she’s his current girlfriend.
Him still not being over his ex and resorting to his fuckboy ways would be understandable. It doesn’t make you feel better but you could understand it. But Jungkook cheating? That’s inexcusable and intolerable.
The silence he’s giving you is unbearable. It’s suffocating you so you remove yourself off of him and you get out of his bed.
He sits up and finally speaks. “Wait. Babe, calm down.”
“How the fuck am I supposed to calm down?” you yell, seething with anger. “And don’t call me babe.”
If you’re horny then, well, you certainly aren’t horny now. Any sensual and amorous mood you have dissipated completely.
“I know you’re upset,” he says, attempting to placate the situation.
You grab your bra and put it on before sliding your shirt down your body. “Yeah, I am. I really am.”
To think that you were actually falling for him and that you were willing to give your body to him and yet all this time, he’s been playing with you and your feelings is so fucked up.
You move quickly and put on your shoes before gathering your stuff in haste.
Jungkook’s brows furrow with worry. “What are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing?” you quip, brusque. “I’m leaving. I can’t do this.”
He stands up and scrambles to catch you, zipping his pants up.
“Y/N, please,” he calls while you make your way down the staircase. “Wait. Let me explain.”
Without looking back, you just continue on climbing down until you reach the front door.
He manages to catch your elbow, making you turn to face him. “Let me explain. It’s not—”
“I don’t wanna fucking hear it. I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.”
You wriggle your arm out of his touch, shaking your head as your eyes start to sting. “Just leave me alone.”
As soon as you’re out of the frat villa, your vision becomes bleary with your tears.
You wipe your eyes away, trying to strengthen yourself. Eventually, it all becomes tiring and you allow yourself to let it all out, your emotions trickling down your cheeks.
So it turns out that this is all a part of his sick game, his scheme. You’re just a conquest to him and perhaps the dates had just been a distraction.
He was starting to show you a different side of him and you had fallen for him. You were ready to give him everything and make yourself vulnerable only for him to drop you and hurt you like that.
You feel like your heart has submerged, past the point of being retrievable beneath the ocean. You’ve spent the past few months getting close to him and look what happened. He played with your heart and now, you’ve become that mistrusting person again.
You played with fire and you got burned.
When you arrive at your dorm, you lock yourself in your room, deciding to shut the whole world out.
After taking a long, hot shower with good music in the background, you put on your soft pajamas and open Netflix on your laptop.
Your phone consistently buzzes with Jungkook’s messages, begging you to talk to him.
You read them but you choose to ignore them despite the fact that his last text is about him deciding to wait in front of the building of your dorm all night if that’s what it takes for you to talk to him.
If there’s one thing about Jungkook, it’s that he doesn’t listen. Even if he knows that you’re mad and you don’t want to see him, he still went after you.
At first, he thought of climbing up your window and sneaking in but your curtain was closed so he abandoned the idea and just decided to wait outside your building.
Sitting on the threshold outside your building, he waits. He waits for hours but it’s pretty clear that you’re never going to come out even if he stays here all night.
When he makes his last attempt to call, all he receives is a not reachable message. And only then does he stand up and leave.
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You mostly spend the next few days studying.
In the library, Jimin suddenly pulls the vacant seat beside you and sets his guitar case down carefully before sitting down.
“I heard about what happened with you and Jungkook.”
Your brows are furrowed as you quickly return your gaze on your paper. “That’s over now. Whatever it was.”
Whatever ship that was, it sank before it can even fully sail.
“Did you even give him a chance to explain his side?”
Facing him, you demur, “He literally has a photo of him kissing a girl as his lockscreen. What is there to explain?”
The butter-haired guy asks again, “Did you let him talk or not?”
“No.”
He folds his arms. “So you don’t know that that photo is a reminder for him.”
“A reminder?”
He nods.
You blink, confused. “What do you mean?”
“I shouldn’t be the one telling you about it,” he says, grabbing his guitar case and standing up. “You can ask him yourself tomorrow.”
You blink up at him, brows stitched together, expression questionary.
Jimin nods. “At the concert.”
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To say that Jungkook is on edge and nervous is an understatement.
Sitting on a foldable chair backstage, his elbows rest on his thighs as he links his fingers together. He stares at the floor, his foot tapping the ground ceaselessly.
There are a lot of emotions flowing through him right now. He’s mentally here but he’s also somewhere else. He’s simultaneously thinking about the performance tonight and also pondering about you.
“You sure you’re okay to go through tonight?” voices Hoseok from across him as he leans on a stack of flight cases, breaking the thick, silent air around the room.
“Yeah, man,” Taehyung adds. “Are you sure ‘cause we could just—”
“I said I’m fine,” Jungkook insists, terse. “I can do it. I promise I won’t fuck up just like what happened in rehearsals.”
“Hey, Jungkook,” Jimin calls almost immediately. “There’s someone here to see you.”
Jungkook looks up and sees you by the doorway. Instantly, he rises to his feet.
“Hi,” is what departs from his lips.
“Hi,” you echo softly.
“We’ll let the two of you talk,” Jimin says.
As the other guys leave the two of you alone, Jungkook steps closer, keeping a safe distance.
“You came,” he utters, heart thumping loudly. He gnaws on his bottom lip, his eyes peering to the side.
You nod faintly, unsure what to say.
“I’m guessing you’re here to ask me why I have that photo,” he speaks again.
Clutching on your bag tightly, you take a swallow. “I came here to listen to what you have to say.”
Jungkook doesn’t blame you for walking away that day and reacting the way you did. You had every right to be mad at him. He should’ve told you a lot sooner.
He bobs his head and exhales a soft breath before confessing. “I put that photo of me and my ex as a reminder to not give my heart away so easily.”
“What?”
He nods again, the pain from remembering stuck in his pupils. “It’s true. It was a reminder that if I let my walls down, I could end up and be that guy again—the guy who was thrown away like some unwanted puppy.”
He takes a hefty sigh. “My ex cheated on me. I was serious about her but she never really loved me. The breakup messed me up so I decided to put that as my lockscreen as a reminder. But then, you came into my life and we went on dates and I enjoyed every second of it. I realized that you make me want to try again, Y/N.”
His ex-girlfriend made him think that dating sucks and it can get you fucked up which was why he was closed off to the idea of it—but that was until you.
You made him think that maybe he can have another shot at being happy. That maybe his future when it comes to dating won’t be bad just because his past had been horrible.
For the first time, what’s in the past is really in the past. It won’t move to the present and it won’t repeat itself.
He doesn’t need to keep on looking back at it or even think about it to remind himself of how love and dating failed him.
Setting that picture as his wallpaper was a decision he made not because he still loves her, but because he needed something to remind himself.
He needed a lesson and that photo was it. Every time he looks at it, he’ll know not to trust so easily. He’ll learn how to be careful and cautious when it comes to dating and relationships in general. It’s how he protected himself from getting hurt again.
Whenever he’s with you, whenever he sits beside you and talks to you in class, he’s showing himself to you. He’s showing how it’s lowered every time he’s with you.
You could feel chunks rising up your throat as you realize that you have been the one that’s closed off.
You’re the one that’s been guarded all because of those presumptions that you had and your own experience in the past when the truth is, you were open for someone. But you didn’t want to be open for Jungkook, you didn’t want to give yourself and him a chance because you convinced yourself from the very first date that he’s bad for you. That someone like him would just end up breaking your heart.
“I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you,” you tell him after a moment. “And for walking off.”
He blinks and shakes his head. “That doesn’t matter now. I just wanna know if you feel the same way for me because I really do like you. I’m just… you drive me so fucking crazy, Y/N. Whenever I’m with you, I can’t think straight. And um, what I’m trying to say is—oh God, what am I saying? Basically, I think you’re amazing and you’re also the smartest person I’ve ever met. You’re my dream girl. My dream everything.”
You hold his arms. “Jungkook.”
He blinks, calming himself down after letting all of that in one go. “Yeah?”
Your heart is pulsing quickly from that speech he gave. Smiling with moistened eyes, you confess softly as your hands drop down to hold his. “I feel the same way. I want us to do this. I want to try.”
“Really? So you’ll be my girlfriend?”
You’re done being afraid of taking risks so you answer with a confident yes.
“A thousand times yes,” you add joyfully.
Jungkook’s smile forms into a fully-fledged grin.
He’s more than ready to take the jump for you and there’s nothing more he wants than this. Doing this with you. Going through everything with you by his side, holding his hand and having his back. Belonging to you.
He steps closer and cups your face, his thumb gently rubbing your cheek before pressing his forehead against yours.
He savors the moment for a few seconds, convincing himself that this is all real and that he’s finally getting his happiness and his happy ending because he deserves this. He is worthy to be loved and he is good enough.  
When he kisses you, you wish time would never start again.
You wrap your arms around his neck while his palms rest on your lower back, his lips moving against yours like in a dance.
Whatever noise is blasting through the speakers and from your surroundings, all of it have been blacked out. The only thing you could hear is the beating of your own heart. It’s a metronome that’s going in a slow rhythm, speeding up the more you feel his lips and his tongue on your mouth.
Your moment is cut short when Jungkook suddenly gets called by one of his members, telling him that they’re on standby.
You wish that there could be a shooting star right now so you could wish for time to stop and you could just stay here and savor this moment with him.
His hands holding yours, he shouts back and tells him that he’ll be there in a sec.
Turning to you, he pouts and groans. He knows he has to go but he doesn’t want to stop kissing you, doesn’t want to be away from you.
You bob your head for a nod, mutely telling him to go.
“Enjoy the show, yeah?” he asks, cupping your face before stealing one last kiss.
And another.
And another.
You giggle, lovestruck. “Oh my God, Jungkook, go!”
After the last peck, he finally dashes off, sliding his shades down his head.
On your way out of the backstage, Namjoon calls your name.
You turn around, seeing him and Yoongi.
“Come with us,” the tall man says, waving his hand.
Your brows furrow in curiosity. “Where?”
Namjoon has his signature dimpled smile. “Why to the VIP area, of course.”
You follow them, going down the side and slithering through the awaiting crowd. They let you climb up the stairs first.
Namjoon gestures with his hand. “After you, your highness.”
At the first-floor balcony, you can perfectly see the stage where the band will perform.
When the light starts to dim, the crowd starts to roar.
Jin comes running in and starts to hype up the audience.
With his excellent speaking skills, he makes sure to thank everyone for coming and supporting their fundraiser.
Namjoon, Yoongi and you scream along with the people below, excitement and anticipation bubbling up in your bellies.
A few minutes later, Jin finally introduces the band. “Make some noise for The Red Bullet!”
Everyone goes wild when Taehyung, Jimin, Hoseok and Jungkook appears on stage.
Your eyes automatically zoom in on Jungkook who takes his place behind the drums.
Taehyung grabs his electric guitar on stage and wears the strap before flashing his alluring and bewitching smile to the crowd.
He holds the mic. “How we feeling tonight? Are we feeling good?”
The crowd cheers fervently.
Satisfied, Taehyung looks over to the other guys and gives them a nod. “Alright, this first song that we’re performing is a song written by our very own drummer, Jungkook.”
He looks back at him and steps to the side slightly, giving the younger one his spotlight.
Jungkook, perched on his stool, grabs his mic from its stand and the noise from the audience heightens before he even starts to speak.
God, he definitely belongs on that stage. He looks absolutely captivating with his purple tinted glasses and his slicked back hair. He has that quintessential rockstar look, with his all-black attire, his piercings and tattoos, his confidence and energy.
“Hi, guys. I’m Jungkook.”
The cheers from the crowd intensifies when he flashes his billion-dollar grin.
From your view, he glows and you can’t stop yourself from smiling, your heart swelling with so many emotions.
“Um, so this song that we’re about to play is a very special song to me,” he resumes when the noise starts to ebb. “You see, I wrote this while thinking of the girl that I love. As a matter of fact, that girl is here.”
He roams his eyes on the crowd for a second before squinting and lifting his gaze upwards to the balcony area, his smile widening when he spots you.
“There she is! There! Yes! Her!” he exclaims, pointing at your direction. “That’s my girl Y/N and I love her so much.”
The crowd applauses and yells their cheers, making your skin feel like it’s on fire. An incandescent light then begins to shine above the balcony.
Your fingers are over your ears as you feel all their eyes on you. “Oh my God. What is he doing?”
On your right and left side, Namjoon and Yoongi are also enthusiastically chirking up along with the crowd.
The former teases you with his bubbly voice while the latter has his gummy smile on display, clapping and nodding proudly and approvingly.
“Jungkook’s done being a hoe. Good for you, bro!” Yoongi screeches and everyone chuckles.
You probably look like an idiot with the way you can’t control your smile. Your cheeks are hot, your heart is thumping loudly and shyness is taking over you the more you feel Jungkook’s loving eyes on you.
When he settles his mic back on the stand and picks his sticks up, frontman Taehyung swoops in again.
With his deep and husky voice, he says, “Alright, this is called Euphoria.”
“Let’s get it!” Namjoon shouts, his hands on the metal railing in the balcony.
Jimin starts to play the guitar.
At first, it’s soft, with Taehyung’s vocals being flawless from the very first five seconds. It then gradually builds, with the tempo during the chorus picking up and you witness Jungkook being in his element. He sings along with Taehyung too, his smooth voice capturing everyone’s hearts.
He smiles and glances up at you whenever he harmonizes with Taehyung during the part where it goes ‘You are the cause of my euphoria.’
And every single time, you could feel your heart skipping a beat.
As soon as they finished, they receive the loudest cheers.
The three of you in the balcony are screaming your hearts out too. You’ve jumped, danced and headbanged to every song that they would play.
After they’ve performed their set, they received the most energetic and enthusiastic cheers ever. The whole venue buzzed and the energy had been so electric and spectacularly wild.
You’d be surprised if your voice is still intact tomorrow from all the screaming that you did tonight.
You were definitely in a state of elation. No. In a state of euphoria.
The moment Jungkook is off stage, he rushes to see you. He doesn’t have any plans on staying or joining the afterparty.
Gliding his way through the crowd as they gather and mingle, he pauses, only to find that you too are intent on finding him.
Meeting in the middle, he takes your hand and leads you outside where it’s quieter.
Your hands wrapped around his neck and his enveloped around your waist, you grin up at him, leaning in for a kiss.
His warm hand cups your cheek as he tilts his head and opens your mouth, deepening the kiss.
Melting into his touch and taste and to all the intense emotions that you feel for him, you press yourself closer, your fingers smoothing the top of his hair and flattening it as you lose yourself in his kiss.
When you both pull back, you’re breathless, completely enamored by each other.
“You were amazing,” you tell him, cupping his warm cheek.
Jungkook smiles lopsidedly. Your opinion is the only thing he cares about and so to hear this from you makes his heart hop.
“Let’s get out of here,” he says, taking your hand.
“Where are we gonna go?”
He smiles, sliding his aviator shades up to rest on his hair. “You’ll see.”
Hand in hand, you trek down the campus grounds, passing by all the main departments before reaching the north side of the university.
You’re at the entrance now, the tall black gates just a few feet away. He leads you to the side where the huge lawn is.
Capturing both of your hands, Jungkook looks at you deeply before he presses his forehead against yours.
Why he took you here, you have no clue. But nonetheless, you close your eyes, breathing him in, your heart wanting to vacate the cages of your chest and jump into his palms.
His thumb strokes the skin beneath your eye. “You said you’ve always wanted a kiss in the rain.”
Okay, you definitely didn’t expect him to say this.
You open your eyes again, your brows stitching. “But it’s not raining.”
“I know.” He chuckles softly, pulling away and taking a few steps back. “That’s why we have these things called sprinklers.”
There goes Jungkook again, never failing to surprise you.
He goes to the corner and squats down, twisting the sprinklers. Water jets out, splattering all over the lawn.
Instinctively, you let out a squeal from the cold water hitting your skin. But it also quickly melts into laughter and smiles when you welcome it with open arms.
You both run around the lawn, carefree as you bask in the makeshift rain.
You extend your hand out for him and he takes it wholeheartedly, twirling you round before pulling you closer to him.
When his eyes are fixed on you, it’s as though he is looking at the whole world, at the universe and the stars. And you think to yourself that no one has ever made you feel like this before.
Yeah, you’re definitely sure about him. This is the most certain that you have ever felt in your whole life.
In the time that you’ve spent getting to know him, you’ve seen how he’s someone who wears his heart on his sleeve.
He never goes below a hundred whenever he’s doing something—he’s focused and gives it his all. He pours all of himself to the people he loves. To him, it’s all or nothing.
He’s someone who deserves only the best things and you never want him to feel like he’s not deserving of that, or that he’s not worthy of being loved.
He once showed you how to be fearless. How to live your life in your own pace, your own terms. Trying out new things, different things.
In order to love someone completely and entirely, you have to shed all your doubts and be unafraid of what’s to come.
And now, this is you being brave. This is you being ready to stick with him. You being ready to stay with him and make him happy.
“Hey, Jungkook?”
“Yes, baby?” he asks, his palm rubbing your back while your hands are on his shoulders.
“You said you loved me earlier.”
He licks his lips, blinking fast. “Yeah, I… uh… well, it’s how I feel about you and I just wanted you to know that. But you don’t have to say it back if you’re not—”
You hold the sides of his face and kiss him.
When you pull back, you have the brightest, surest smile.
“I love you, too.”
You step back a bit and place your hands on the corners of your mouth.
You scream into the heavens, “I’m in love with Jeon Jungkook! Most of the time, he’s a pain in the ass but he’s my pain in the ass!”
He laughs heartily, his heart bursting like multi-colored fireworks at your romantic gesture.
As he keeps his eyes on you, he thinks that you are, without a doubt, the girl of his dreams and the princess that he has been waiting for his whole life.
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Sitting down on the fifth row at the lecture theater and waiting for your professor to finish setting up, you bring out your phone and keep yourself occupied for a few minutes, scrolling through and re-reading your conversations with your boyfriend, Jungkook.
Looking back at it in hindsight, it’s been a crazy ride. There you were at the beginning of Spring semester searching for a guy who is hopefully swipe-right material and who can match with your type.
You had these preconceptions before, these rules about what you’re looking for in a guy. Turns out you don’t need them.
There are no such things as rules when it comes to attraction because you’ll feel it within yourself when the right one comes in your life. You’ll feel it the more you spend time with them and get to know them.
And sometimes, they’re nothing like you expected them to be. They won’t fit the image you had in mind. Sometimes, they would be the complete opposite from you.
And that’s okay because that’s how you get to learn about one another. You get used to them and you get to accept them and the fact that you’re both different people. You don’t have to try and change because you both love each other for who you are.
Life is certainly full of surprises, isn’t it? It just so happened that yours came in the form of a six-foot-tall guy who reads his Marvel comics every day even though he finished all of them, who runs thirty miles in his spare time just for fun, who has a lot to say about pulped orange juice and who spits out random facts that he accumulated from watching TED talks.
There is no such thing as Mr. Perfect. But maybe there is a Mr. Right. A Mr. Right Person In The Right Time. The right person during that moment in time where you feel like nothing else matters but him and where he’s the only thing that’s right and constant.
On the way to class, Jungkook quickly checks his phone for the time.
It lights up, his lockscreen putting a smile on his face. It’s you and him, grinning widely with the sunset as your backdrop.
Proposing the dates with you had been one of those moments where he had to quickly think on his feet. It was one of those spurs of the moments and yet it became one of his best decisions.
And, if you think about it, this all began because of Tinder. So, really, he has that app to thank for.
He gazes over the time, realizing that he only has two minutes left. Hurriedly, he goes to the classroom, a few people entering with him.
He occupies the space beside you, his sweet smile greeting you.
The class begins and he brings out his notebook and pen. He looks at the front and listens to the professor as she reminds the students who still haven’t done their project to do it before the end of this week.
Thank goodness you both don’t have to worry about that now.
A few days after the concert, you and Jungkook did your presentation in class and aced it. All the work and the planning and the time spent doing research, it all paid off.
In the midst of taking notes, you grab your water bottle on the desk, taking a drink.
Jungkook takes a glance at you before flipping a page of his notebook. He jots something before sliding it over for you to see.
You look so pretty today.
I’m literally sleep deprived, you write on the space below.
It’s true. You haven’t gotten much sleep this week because of finals. You’re living like a zombie these days. You probably look like one too. You resemble that losing the will to live meme.
Jungkook scribbles back, occasionally glancing at the front so he looks like he’s listening.
And you still look so pretty.
Your brows furrow, looking down at your perpetually haggard self. You’re wearing his hoodie and a pair of your old leggings.
This does it for you? Hoodie and leggings? you reply, casting your stare at the front afterwards.
His lips twitch upwards as he writes his response.
When you look down again, your heart backflips.
You do it for me is written below, followed by a smiley face.
Walking through the corridor once class is finished, you turn to your boyfriend. “Jungkook?”
His thumb rubs the back of your palm while his fingers are twined with yours. “Yes, baby?”
“Do you really think I’m pretty even though I look like a mess?”
“You don’t look like a mess.”
You pout. “You’re just saying that.”
He stops walking and faces you. “No. I’m serious. You look absolutely fine. If you think that you look like a mess, then you’re a prettiest one that I’ve ever seen.”
This earns him a smile from you and he swipes your hair gently.
Ugh. Him and his way with words. It always ends up with you swooning for him. You’re so whipped for him, it’s disgusting.
“You’ll always be beautiful to me, princess,” he says. “And whenever you’re feeling like you’re not, that’s fine because it’s why I’m here. I’ll be the best hypeman slash boyfriend for you. Like that Will Smith meme.”
You do the pose from that meme of Will Smith on the red carpet.
Immediately, you burst out in laughter when you see Jungkook doing it at the exact same time as you. He chuckles too after seeing you, loving how his humor is in sync with yours.
The number of times that you both found yourselves being in sync, doing and saying things at the same time, knowing what the other is about to say is honestly so fascinating.
It’s weirdly scary and ridiculously funny how your braincells are practically on the same wavelength nowadays.
You go for a quick peck on his lips, smiling. “I love you.”
“Love you too, baby.”
“Let’s skip lunch,” you announce, fingers threading softly on his hair.
His brows crease, bottom lip protruding for a small pout. “What? But we don’t wanna be hungry before our next cla—oh. Oh.”
“Mmmhm.”
“My dorm or yours?”
“Actually, I have a better idea.”
He lets you take his hand and lead him out of the building.
You enter the library, going up the third floor.
As soon as you arrive at that particular floor, the gears in his mind turns.
He bites his lip, fighting off his toothy grin as you drag him past the rows of empty aisles packed with volumes about medieval literature.
It’s pretty well-known in the whole campus that no one ever goes in this section. And if they do, it’s only to fuck.
At the very back, he takes lead and spins you round in his arms. His back against the shelf, he holds you close. With wide eyes, he opens his mouth, about to say something when you cut him off, placing a finger over his lips.
“Before you say anything, no, I am not fucking in the library,” you proclaim, adamant.
“Of course, you’re not,” he retorts when you pull your finger away.
Your lips suddenly curl up into a smirk, your eyelids fluttering slowly at him.
Your fingertips trace lines on his chest and you lean forward to whisper sultrily in his ear. “But… I’ll let you eat me out here.”
His pupils are lustful and wide the moment you uttered the words. “Are you serious?”
“Mmmhm.”
He barely blinks. “You really want me to?”
You nod, biting your lower lip mischievously. “Yeah. I really want you to.”
“Fuck yeah.”
Jungkook just loves to eat you out. It’s so satisfying to see you come undone with his mouth as well as his cock. He could just suck you every hour of the day.
Before you and him had each other, you kept on sucking each other’s souls out and God, if it isn’t the best head that he’s ever gotten in his whole life.
Gripping your hips tighter, he pushes you back, hoisting you to the slanted ladder attached to the bookcase.
You hold onto the rails and take a sharp swallow.
He props your legs around his waist and leans forward, lips pressing on yours, melting your nerves. When he moves to place butterfly kisses on your jawline, his hands rake up your skirt.
“If we get caught…” you trail off, eyes panning to your left and right.
You don’t know what you would do if someone suddenly passes by and sees you perched on a ladder with a boy’s head between your thighs.
Jungkook nips on the skin below your neck before soothing it with his tongue. He faces you with a smirk. “Better stay quiet then.”
You decide to play with him. “That won’t be hard to do, babe.”
This is a challenge. This is a fucking challenge that he’s hearing. And there’s nothing more he loves than being challenged.
He spreads your legs open, his eyes glistening darkly. “Oh, princess, you’re about to eat your words.”
When your skirt is all bunched up and your panties are out for him to see, he bends down and presses an open-mouthed kiss on your center.
You suck in a breath loudly and he shoots you a look.
Biting your lower lip, his finger glides your panties to the side, revealing your wet cunt to him. His hot tongue licks a trail up and you let out an involuntary moan.
God. He hasn’t even had a proper go at it and you’re already losing. You’re already on the verge of becoming a moaning mess.
Jungkook is about to wreck you so hard. You’ll never know what’s going to hit you.
You’re excited and nervous at the same time because you can’t believe you’re actually doing this. The last time you and him did it in an open space was in a cinema’s parking lot. It was late at night and you were both in his car. That was such an unbelievably hot night.
Jungkook stands up again and crushes his lips on yours. It’s languid but it’s enough to have you moaning needily against his mouth.
You can feel him smiling as he moves his tongue with yours and when he breaks away, he grips your panties and pulls it down. He crumples the article of clothing in his fist and crams them in your mouth.
He puts a finger over his lips and shushes you. “You don’t wanna get caught now, do you?”
With your panties in your mouth, you shake your head.
Crouching back down, he starts to trail his tongue up in your entrance before sucking on your clit. Your thighs start to clench, your teeth biting down on your panties when his tongue flattens on your nub.
He quickly glances up at you and you just know that there’s a devilish smirk painted on his face right now. You don’t even have to look at him to know that he’s feeling triumphant.
Jungkook enters a finger and slowly curls it inside your pussy. You breathe in sharply and shut your eyes close as your boyfriend’s face disappears again as he eats you out.
Your cunt is gushing with your arousal and he makes sure to slurp your wetness, lapping at your folds.
You grip on the railings tightly as your walls begin to clench. You can’t find it in you to stay still and he holds your thighs as he keeps on rolling his tongue on your clit. You look down on him, his head between your thighs as he devours you like this is his favorite meal.
You glance to the side for a brief second, seeing how empty the area is. The fact that someone could just walk in and see the two of you is nerve-wracking. But you’re not gonna lie, there’s also a fluttering sensation brewing inside of you when you think about it.
At first, you were nervous about this but now, you’re enjoying everything that he’s giving you.
When Jungkook enters a second finger and thrusts into your hole relentlessly while he licks up your arousal around your folds, you think that you’re about to lose it entirely.
He’s so deep inside you as he pumps his fingers at a much faster pace. Now you’re thankful that he shoved your underwear in your mouth because you really would be screaming by now. You’d be screaming his name like it’s the only word you know.
Tilting your head back with eyes closed, Jungkook pulls his fingers out and makes a V shape, opening your folds wide as he sinks his skilful tongue inside and sucks the soul out of you. His spit is on your cunt and he grows harder at the sounds you’re making right now.
God. Ever since you’ve been intimate with Jungkook, you have never felt like this. You’ve always found that he makes sure to go above and beyond when it comes to pleasuring his partner.
He makes a growling sound when he sees you become wetter, when he feels you becoming warmer. You’re clenching your thighs hard and you know you’re about to fall apart soon.
His tongue rolls around your clit, sucking on it while he inserts a third finger in your cunt.
All you could think of right now is fuck, you are about to come. It’s all swear words in your mind right now. Swear words and Jungkook.
He looks up at you, his other hand squeezing your thigh. “Are you close, baby?”
You bite on your panties hard as you nod. If you could speak right now, you’d tell him to not stop because you’re so close to being tipped over the edge.
“Good,” he says, placing an open-mouthed kiss on your thigh before rubbing his thumb on your clit.
His tongue laps on your pussy again as your core tightens and you moan against the material in your mouth.
He smirks as he hears the muffled groans as all the tension inside you is released. It’s a high that you never want to come down from.
Shaking, you come undone and Jungkook groans animalistically. He’s so aroused in seeing you break, in seeing his handiwork. He’s so turned on right now and all the blood is going straight to his cock.
“That’s my good girl,” he praises as he watches you ride your orgasm, his hand smoothing the skin on your trembling thigh.
When you open your eyes again, you feel sensitive, lightheaded and boneless after that experience.
You can’t think straight right now as you stare at Jungkook. It’s the best orgasm of your life and the hottest sexual experience of your life. But then again, you always think like this every time Jungkook takes you with his mouth or his cock.
Whenever you’re intimate with him, it’s always going to be the hottest sexual experience of your life. It’s always going to be one hell of an orgasm whenever you’re with him.
Let’s be honest. The guy’s stroke game is insane. He’s an absolute beast when it comes to bed. And just thinking about it makes your core throb again.
He finally pulls away from your pussy and helps you come down from the ladder until your feet are fully planted on the floor.
He takes a step back and leans against the shelf with crossed arms. With a lopsided smile, he raises his brow as he licks his slick fingers clean.
You take your panties out from your mouth and let out an exhale.
“Oh my God,” you say like you’re under a spell. “That was… wow.”
He smiles and before he can speak, you catch him off guard when you make a sudden move by kissing him. It’s a messy and open-mouthed kiss like you’re on a mission. Honestly, you are ready to be on your knees right here, right now.
Your hands travel down from his pecs to the buttons of his pants.
“Whoa. Slow down, baby,” Jungkook says, catching your hands.
“I want you,” you tell him, eyes glazed with lust and need.
“This was about you,” he rebuffs.
“Now it can be about you. I wanna make you feel good too, babe.”
Jungkook caresses your cheek with his thumb before holding your hand. “Let’s go to my place then.”
He leads you out of the aisle and you both run back to the frat house in no time. His other fist is balled up as it grips your panties.
After shutting his door and locking the room, Jungkook swoops in and wraps his arms around your back, merging his mouth with yours.
You arch your back for him as your fingers wind through the back of his head, tiptoeing to kiss him hotly and erotically. Your hand slides down on his chest as your tongues clash into each other.
You tug on his shirt as you walk back and lie down on his bed. He breaks away from the kiss for a second to watch you crawl upwards as he takes his shirt off.
He hovers above you as you feel the bed dip when he comes in. His fingers find the hem of your shirt and you sit up and raise your arms, helping him get rid of your clothing.
Cupping his face, you dive for a quick kiss before you hold his shoulders and push him down on the bed. You start to unbutton his jeans and slide it down, seeing the dent beneath his boxers.
He draws a sharp breath as he runs his fingers through his hair and places his pillow near the headboard so he can rest on it.
You smirk at him. “Bet you’re glad you have a pillow now, huh?”
He bites down on his lip as he sends a grin on your way.
“I know,” he says and you chuckle together.
You remember how he told you one day in class that the reason why he was late was because he lost track of time while he was sat in Starbucks. He had been browsing for pillows to buy during that time and when he revealed that to you, your eyes widened.
“You did? I’m so proud of you,” you told him then.
He smiled excitedly before he brought his books out.
From having no pillows and having only a rolled towel on his bed, he now has four pillows and a dog plushie he got from IKEA.
You take his boxers off and touch his huge thighs, your palms skimming on the expanse of his abs because you know he loves it when you touch his body.
The first time you had him, you were surprised by how big he is. You were sure that he wouldn’t even fit inside you and that he’d actually break you in half. But the more time you spend getting to know each other’s likes and dislikes, the more time you memorize each other’s bodies, the more you get used to one another.
You palm his cock, your thumb smearing his pre-cum around the head before slowly moving in an up-down motion.
Jungkook’s head lolls back when you open your mouth and take him in.
Bobbing your head down, you suck on his cock. You switch between sucking and giving his cock kitten licks while looking at him.
He’s receptive with your every move, his eyes wide with lust and his moans vocal and loud. He groans in pleasure when you go deeper, his head hitting your throat.
He loves how you’re so good with your mouth. You always give him the best head and honestly, he thinks he’s the luckiest guy alive to have you as his girlfriend.
“Fuck,” he hisses under his breath when you lick and suck his cock, your saliva all over him.
There’s nothing sexier than seeing you take all of him in your mouth.
He doesn’t even know how one person can have so much power over him but then again, he’s not surprised. You’ll always have that effect on him.
You’ll always give him these intense feelings that he has never experienced before. You’ll always be the person he’ll surrender himself to, the one he’ll submit to.
You cup his balls and he thinks that if you keep this up, he’ll bust his load.
“Babe, that’s enough,” he says and you rise up and look at him. “I don’t wanna come just yet.”
You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and he sits up and switches the position when you lie back down.
He reaches for the clasp of your bra and unclips it, throwing it to the side. Next is your skirt, which is easy to pull down. Your folds are glistening, still wet from your little tryst in the library.
Now bare in front of him, Jungkook starts to pepper you with kisses. He crashes his lips with yours, languid and relaxed like he has all the time in the world.
You moan against his mouth, teeth tugging on his lower lip before he encloses his mouth in your hardened nipple.
Flicking his tongue and sucking on the bud, you arch your back in response, sighing in pleasure.
“So perfect,” he remarks sweetly.
You wrap your legs around his waist, feeling his hard cock rub against your folds. Your core throbs with need and desire for him as he preps you even though you know that you’re wet enough.
He goes to your other nipple, his hand kneading on your tits. He presses a kiss down your navel until he reaches your entrance and swipes his tongue up your folds.
You moan and shake uncontrollably at the sensation and he sits up straight, pumping his cock a few times.
It’s only after a few months into the relationship where you told Jungkook that you’d be okay with him not using a condom. You wanted the two of you to get tested first and be absolutely sure. Even though you were already on the pill before you even started dating, you still wanted to use protection when you both had sex for the first time.
You whimper his name needily, clutching on the sheets of his mattress.
He smirks and angles himself in your pussy and you open your legs wider to entice him. “Ready?”
You offer a nod, looking into his eyes.
“Fuck me,” you taunt, your tongue running along your teeth.
He leans forward to kiss you and relax you even further while he goes for the first thrust inside you. Your nails dig on his back as you both release a moan.
You exhale softly as you accommodate every inch of him. When you feel adjusted to him, he pushes forward until he bottoms out.
He grunts gutturally, loving the feeling of being inside you. He leaves wet kisses on your jaw and your collarbone as he moves slowly.
This is something that you’ve always loved about him. He takes his time and takes it slow with you. He doesn’t rush it whenever you’re having sex.
It’s only when you demand for him to go fast does he go faster.
He holds you and thrusts into you in a much quicker pace, hitting your sweet spots. You’re moaning his name shamelessly, the sinful sounds of skin slapping skin filling the entire room.
Jungkook’s fringe falls over his forehead as he buries himself deeper into your cunt. He holds your thigh and you keep your legs locked around his waist for a better angle. He groans breathily against the skin of your shoulder.
“Harder,” you croak out against his ear as you meet his sharp thrusts and leave scratches on his back.
His voice is husky and gruff when he answers you. “You want rough, huh, baby?”
“Yes. Fuck me.”
Jungkook’s eyes are blazing with desire and he pulls out from you. He flips you over so you’re on your stomach.
You’re on all fours for him as he holds your waist, aligning himself in your entrance. He easily glides in, his cock all covered with your slick.
He fucks you faster and harder this time and you bury your face in his pillow, your teeth biting down on the cover to keep you from screaming.
He feels so good inside you. So deep and so good that you feel like you’re going to lose your mind.
His groans are throaty and hoarse as he slams himself into you. His palms squeeze your ass as he thrusts deeper. You’re so warm and wet, your pussy tight and greedy for his cock every time he almost pulls out.
“Oh my God,” you moan while he flicks his fingers on your nipples.
The bed is moving, the headboard hitting the wall. You’re screaming his name, your walls tightening on his cock.
The coiling in your stomach is intense and tight. You know you’re not going to last with how good and how hard Jungkook is fucking you.
You chew on your lip hard as your cheek is pressed on the sheet.
“God, you feel so good, baby,” he says, grabbing a handful of your hair as he thrusts deeper.
He isn’t sure he’s going to last either with the way you take him in and the way he moves smoothly.
“I’m so close,” you cry out, shutting your eyes as you feel your climax. “Fuck—”
His hand finds your clit. He harshly thumbs on it in circles. “Baby, come for me. Give it to me.”
One harsh stroke and one flick of your clit becomes your undoing.
You let go, crying out your moans as he cups your breasts, fingers rolling on your nipple.
Your orgasm has you shuddering and breathing heavily and Jungkook lets out a groan as he feels your walls pulsating around him and sees you creaming around him.
He lets you ride your high out while he leans forward to trail butterfly kisses on your back and your nape, swiping your hair before grabbing it and pulling it back slightly.
With a few more rough and deep pumps, he comes inside you. His moans are shaky and you smile against the pillow as you feel him emptying his seed inside you. Your cunt milks him for every last drop as he goes for a few sloppy thrusts before he pulls out from your swollen folds.
You plop back down and roll over, lying on your back, completely and utterly spent.
He drops beside you and gives you a quick peck on your cheek, a dazed smile gracing his lips. “You okay, baby?”
You face him, your lips twisting up. “Yeah. I’m good.”
He smiles boyishly before pressing a soft, chaste kiss on your lips and your cheek.
You both catch your breath for a minute, holding each other in silence, tangled in the sheets.
Jungkook grabs the box of tissues, handing it to you so you can wipe the mess dripping down between your thighs. He lets you wear one of his white shirts as he puts on his grey Carhartt shirt.
Huddled together in bed, you both reel in from the afterglow, talking to each other and giggling together.
You then decide to grab your phone from your bag as Jungkook rests his eyes for a bit.
When you lie back down beside him, he opens one of his eyes and takes a peek at what you’re doing on your screen.
“You’re finally deleting your Tinder?” he asks, his lips twitching upwards for a smile as he raises his hands and places them on the back of his head while he leans against the headboard.
“Yep. I’ve no use for it anymore. I literally haven’t opened it ever since you asked me to go out on a date with you,” you tell him, nimble fingers pressing buttons on the app.
“I deleted mine ages ago,” Jungkook reveals, sliding his nose on your shoulder in a slow and gentle rhythm.
You face him, curious. “When?”
He lifts his gaze up and smiles at you. “The moment you said yes.”
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BONUS
It’s a Saturday afternoon and you’re studying in bed.
When your phone buzzes beside you, you take a pause, dropping your pen.
JK ♡ [3:30 pm]: 
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You chew on your Snickers bar, smiling to yourself as you try to come up with a humorous response to this image he sent.
That was you when you saw me swipe left on your profile, you type back.
JK ♡ [3:32 pm]: YO THAT WAS ME FR
JK ♡ [3:32 pm]: 💀💀
When you’re about to type a reply, you get a text from your boyfriend’s frat brother.
Taehyung [3:34 pm]: hey bestie
Clicking on his message and opening the conversation, you key in your answer quickly.
Y/N [3:35 pm]: what’s up?
Taehyung [3:37 pm]: i just woke up. can u tell your boyfriend to cook me food plz? he won’t move 😭
Taehyung [3:40 pm]: this is him texting you btw
Taehyung [3:40 pm]: 
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Taehyung [3:40 pm]: he’s like that whenever he’s texting you
Gnawing down on your lip, you grin hugely like an idiot as you stare at the photo.
Babe, please go and cook your bro some food, you write to your boyfriend after switching back to your conversation. I need to go back to studying. I’ll text you later. And maybe you can come over and spend the night?
Jungkook, on the other hand, is quick to spring up from his seat after reading your messages, strolling over to the kitchen, whistling ecstatically as he prepares food.
You continue studying for twenty more minutes and when you reach the end of a chapter, you check your phone, grabbing it from your nightstand.
Thanks bestie 👍🏻, Taehyung wrote.
You then check your beloved’s message next.
JK ♡ [3:44 pm]: 🍆💦😘
Your lips automatically edge upwards, already thinking about tonight with your Mr. Right.
Your Mr. Right (Swipe).
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game over | jjk (m)
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🎮 pairing: jungkook x female reader
🎮 summary: you might not be a gamer but that won't stop your competitive side from wanting to defeat your boyfriend in this new game that you're both currently obsessing with. it's just a matter of time until one of you gives up but Jungkook can’t help wondering if it will be you or him.
🎮 rating: 18+
🎮 genre/au: streamer/gamer!au, established relationship, fluff, smut (pwp?)
🎮 word count: 5k
🎮 warnings/content: edging/orgasm control, masturbation, praise kink, hair pulling, semi-clothed sex?, oral (m.receiving), slight rimming (f.receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, voyeurism (through hearing), use of lube (jk’s big that’s why), switch dynamics 
a/n: surprise ig lmao i didn’t mean for it to be jaykay but @knjsnoona​ sent me something months ago and that became an inspo for this 💀. thank you to my big sissy @hisunshiine​ for this cute banner (where i pestered her a lot 🤣). this is for the Bangtan DLC: A Streamer BTS Collab hosted by the sweetest @joonscypher​ & @kookskingdom​ 💗
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You look so beautiful from where he is, face full of concentration on the game in front of you that he can’t help but coo at how cute you are.
Jungkook’s currently preparing snacks for both of you since he just finished his streaming. It’s been hours since he did and you’ve been hounding him to turn over the console to you so he finally let you take over. It’s also because you keep insisting that he should give you more time with the console seeing as you’re at a disadvantage because you’re not a gamer like him.
“i really have no talent in this” you huff in frustration but it just made him smile.
He’s still quite touched that you’re trying to engage yourself in one of his hobbies as a way for you to get to know him better and deepen your relationship with him. The same scrunch on your eyebrows is still on like before and Jungkook grins as he comes nearer to you, placing the bowl of snacks on the table but you never even spared it a glance.
“baby, come eat”
“stop distracting me!”
Jungkook just chuckles as he sits beside you and you wonder what he's planning next. You two have been on this competitive streak on who can win the most rounds while betting on who’ll give in first. Whoever loses will not only pay for all the dates but will also do all the chores so that's why you've been doing your best to compete against your skilled boyfriend.
When Jungkook first met you, he didn't think that you’d have a competitive side when it comes to gaming because you have never been interested in it. He didn’t mind it at all because you have a lot of other hobbies that occupy a lot of your time too. But after you started dating, you soon expressed interest in his hobby, trying your best to learn it despite telling Jungkook how hard it is.
It isn't that you're lazy to do all the chores or you lack money to pay for all the dates. You're more than happy to do those things for Jungkook because you love him and you both divide all the housework and fees every time. You care more about your gaming skills because you’re still not confident with it, sure you’ve been practicing but unlike Jungkook who’s very gifted in everything that he does, you're a bit of the opposite.
This is why now you’ve been putting all your focus on the screen in front of you. No distractions so far but Jungkook’s half-naked body. You won't falter though even when he’s now using your other weakness aside from him.
Food.
You're a bit hungry from trying to interrupt him earlier but you can’t just leave this ongoing match. The food combo with his bare chest is already straying your thoughts away from the game and Jungkook currently acts like you didn’t tease the shit out of him earlier, that's why you’ve been very suspicious. He’s quite clever on ways to get back at you which usually results in you not realizing what’s happening until he already tricked you into doing whatever he planned.
This whole thing started when Jungkook started paying less attention to you than usual. You’ve always supported him with his hobby especially since he’s a streamer as well, with constant online schedules where he’s barely off from his PC and when the times that he is, he’s on-call planning gaming strategies with his close friends who are in the same league as him.
You let him be most of the time since he still gives you time when he can. Though sometimes, it just annoys you that he still chooses to play when you wanna go out to have outdoor dates with him. So then you decide to do the same, ignoring him when he tries to spend time with you, giving him the excuse that you need to finish the book you’re reading because the next instalment is coming up.
Jungkook then suggested doing this challenge to solve this growing distance between the two of you. He noticed when you started acting differently towards him and he’s been feeling scared that it’ll only get worse which is why he’s giving you more attention in the scope of this competition between the two of you. He hopes that this bonding will fix this situation, a small one, yes, but he doesn’t care how dramatic he’s been.
.
“...shit..” a surprising moan comes out from you when you flick your swollen bud, startling yourself at how aroused you are already when you're supposed to seduce Jungkook while he’s currently on another match with his friends.
It isn't one of the sounds that you intentionally make to distract him, hoping that he’ll turn his head towards you when you moan his name. It’s a genuine one from you trying to relieve yourself when your boyfriend's too busy to do so.
Here you are currently lying on your back on Jungkook's bed, both of your legs propped up on your chest though now you're struggling to balance them when they’re starting to cramp. You don’t change your position though, closing your eyes while you continue pumping your fingers inside your walls, alternating from scissoring them and going deeper to find that sweet spot but your fingers are just different from the long and thick ones that Jungkook has.
"fuck baby..so swollen.. can see how wet it is from here”
Your eyes open after hearing his slurred words, turning your head to the side to catch him finally looking in your direction from his gaming chair. His eyes are hooded, looking hungrily at your folds that you’re starting to question if you’ve only been hearing things earlier because of the pleasure. Your plan is to only turn him on with your moans but your random position somehow accidentally gave him a very delicious view of your cunt.
“want some?” you breathlessly ask him, fingers collecting your wetness before extending your arm at him as an invitation. Your playful tone and the little quirk that appeared on your lips snap him out of his trance, adjusting himself as he sits up to compose himself.
“nice try babe” Jungkook retracts with a chuckle, shaking his head while poking the insides of his cheek, a smirk plastered on his lips as he faces back to his computer screen. You're sneaky but it's hard for Jungkook to resist you, he's already hard from hearing you moan his name which didn't go unnoticed by his teammates.
You huff in return, initially a little annoyed at him resisting you when you're basically naked while touching yourself on his bed. The smug smile on his face reminds you that you're still in this bet and you're annoyed how you almost forgot about it.
Fine, you’ll try another way.
One where he’ll surely regret putting you in this misery.
That may be dramatic but your mind’s only focused on your next task as you approach him in his gaming chair. You’re only wearing Jungkook’s button-up shirt and nothing else, barely wearing anything actually since this game between you started. You both have tried many ways to distract one another, mainly through seducing one another but no one has given up yet.
And you’re about to change that.
Jungkook’s attention shifts from his screen towards you who’s now kneeling in front of him. You’re looking at him mischievously, eyes lingering at his hard on before looking back at his anticipated face.
Fuck. He’s been reminding himself to never forget this damn bet that now he’s starting to regret suggesting before. He can never resist you and he’s been trying his best to not give in even if all he wants to do is fuck your brains out for being so sexy like this.
“..jungkookie..”
You purr while running your hands on his thick thighs that have your essence still between your fingers and he flinches when you rub them. A smile appears on your lips when his eyes remain on your fingers before turning back to the screen, now unfocused. He doesn’t answer you still and so you start palming his already hardening bulge, coaxing a grunt from him which he had to cover up when one of his teammates asks.
Jungkook’s still not looking at you, he can’t though he should’ve stopped the moment your ministrations are starting to affect him. He’s not sure if you’re still annoyed at him for ignoring you but he didn’t answer earlier because he’s skeptical that his friends will hear him moaning out loud just in case you do something. He shouldn't have done that because now you’re gripping his hard length already, it’s been aching since he heard your delicious moans earlier.
That’s why he’s not stopping you when you begin tugging at the waistband of his sweats, cursing at himself for not wearing anything under which causes the grin on your face to widen. His cock almost slaps your face after you pull down his sweats, giggling when he tries to lift his hips up to remove it fully but you insist on keeping it on him halfway.
You hum, wrapping your hands around his twitching length while observing his labouring breaths before you start pumping him slowly. He takes a sharp inhale when your thumb circles his leaking tip, his hips bucking into your hand which makes you laugh at his eagerness. You were going to tease him further, waiting for him to beg or even just a whimper but you beat him to it when you lower your head down and finally wrap your mouth around his cock.
A small groan comes out from him, throwing his head back as he closes his eyes.
“don’t turn off your mic kookie” you tut when you catch what he’s about to do.
Jungkook whispers out a “fuck” before his hand leaves the switch from his headset, bringing it back to the keyboard to continue his game. You’re surprised that he followed your instructions but it could just be because of his desperation to get off. Well, he’s been a good boy so far but you couldn’t just let him get away from ignoring you for so long..
You swallow him deeper until his tip reaches the back of your throat, making him moan out loud to the mic. That makes you smile around his cock after coming back up because his friends surely know what he's in right now. His other hand comes down before he pulls it back when you pinch his thigh, a warning for him to not touch you yet.
“yeah my girl’s blowing me rn, fuck off”
Jungkook responds without shame, proud even so you continue bobbing your head up and down, your tongue keeps swirling on the underside of his dick when you hear the commotion on the other side of his mic after his moans become louder. Hearing his friends’ comments about how lucky he is to have you warms your heart and it almost makes you forget about your plan for him.
“j-just focus on the game, i've been doing my part!" he pleads to his teammates desperately. "i can’t lose this one—shit”
One of your hands cups his tightening balls and Jungkook swears that he could cum right then. He's been itching to grasp your head or touch you anywhere but your piercing eyes looking straight at him are stopping him from doing so. He knows that look and judging with the way your touches have been rougher on him, you're not gonna let him cum anytime soon.
“breathe baby”
You chuckle at Jungkook's current state, noticing how tense he's been since you started playing with him. It's so adorable seeing him trying his best to not cum while playing the game when you've edged him for a while now. He's all sweaty from holding himself to not give up and beg, not even caring that his friends are hearing all of his moans and yours too.
“babe—y/n..please” he takes a deep breath with each word, mouthing the last one when he feels himself nearing the edge for the nth time. Jungkook lost count on how many times you stopped him from cumming, his sole focus is to try and win this round. You’re definitely not making this easier but there's no way he'll lose from this early on, not even because of you.
But his chances are gone now that you’ve unbuttoned the shirt that you're wearing, exposing your bare chest to his hungry eyes. Your nipples are perked already and all he wants right now is to squeeze those inviting breasts of yours.
You hear the final click from Jungkook's mouse and he is smiling in relief that his team won this round before throwing his head back as he grips the sidearms of his gaming chair.
He's almost there..fuckfuck but suddenly your mouth and hands leave him, prompting him to whine pathetically, hips bucking up in the air with the lost sensation. He won the game but you still didn't let him cum. No reward from you unlike he expected so now he knows he really fucked up ignoring you earlier.
“well done kookie and congrats boys”
You smirk on Jungkook’s mic while you caress his face, pushing away his hair that's sticking into his forehead, ignoring his needy eyes trying to catch yours until he releases a whimper.
Taehyung: what the fuck you little shit!
Jimin: damn that was so hot..
“yeah, yeah i'm the luckiest. i gotta go”
Jungkook immediately turns off the PC before turning to you but you're faster than him as you walk away from his gaming area, pulling off what you're wearing completely. Your fully naked body taunts him as you walk towards your own bedroom.
“baby, you're really going to leave me with blue balls?”
He whines, calling out to you desperately but you ignore him. You almost gave in earlier when he did those puppy eyes again that's why you blasted instantly. You usually can resist him but needy Jungkook is different. That side of him makes you weak that all you can think of is to do whatever he asks so that's why you're staying away from him for now.
.
Jungkook had been trying to corner you since you left him but you’ve been very good at avoiding him at all cost. Focusing on the matches helped but after many rounds, his crotch is aching more and more. So he relieved himself a little, intentionally touching his cock outside your room so you can clearly hear him begging for you but you didn't even budge. He’s hoping that you’d come out and punish him at least but you didn’t even say anything from behind the door.
He did everything already, deciding on luring you with your favourite food instead but you still won't come out.
But he’s going to make you. He’s always loved a challenge and you’re aware of that so you should be ready.
You’ve succeeded in avoiding Jungkook by staying in your own room for the majority of yesterday but today you have to go out and restock your mini-fridge. The both of you could’ve shared a room since you’re together anyways but the two of you decided to have individual rooms since you both have many hobbies and needed more space. Jungkook has his gaming, art and sports paraphernalia with the several teams he’s in while you have the same amount of things from your music equipment plus your room’s kind of like a mini dance studio too since you’ve installed glass mirrors on one side of the wall.
Taking a bath on your own seems weird because you’re so used to Jungkook joining you. Though it takes too long for you both to finish every shower session for obvious reasons, you enjoy his company and you lowkey miss it a bit today, almost calling him in earlier to join you. Screw this silly bet but you’ve come this far and still won’t lose to him. And besides, you’re starting to enjoy gaming, perhaps you’ll finally join him in his hobby.
You were almost done with your morning routine and you just finished shaving your crotch area in preparation for the beach day you planned with the girls this weekend when you hear the sound of another match starting on the screen.
the fuck!
Running towards the edge of your bed, you grab your gaming console immediately, ignoring that you’re only wearing a thin sports bra as you're instantly on your stomach to continue the game that you almost missed. There's only one culprit here and you aren't sure how he managed to get in quietly to sabotage your tournament without you hearing him. He couldn’t possibly use the spare key just for this…right?
Jungkook instantly leaves your room as soon as he starts the game on your screen, giddy at how your reaction is going to be. He was trying to contain his laugh but couldn't stop them after hearing you scream in frustration. Jungkook meant for you to miss it not only because of the bet but because he’s getting a bit worried about how you're seriously taking this competition between you two. He barely sees you around the house anymore even though you both have never left since this whole thing started.
You both were very prepared for it, shopping for groceries and other necessities beforehand and even informing your friends that you’ll be doing something important this week. This surprised Jungkook because you actually cancelled going out with your friends which you never do unless it’s necessary. So this is actually a big deal to you just like it is to him. 
Jungkook opened the door expecting to see you in your annoyed face, focusing on the screen to maintain your streak. He plans to tease how you’re gonna finally lose against him.
But the sight that welcomed him made him stop in his tracks.
You're half-naked on your bed. Only in your pastel criss crossed sports bra and he can clearly see your juicy ass from where he’s standing. Like he's being hypnotized by your body, he starts walking closer to you until he reaches the edge of the bed.
You feel the mattress dip from someone sitting behind you yet you never acknowledge Jungkook. You're still pissed at him for practically cheating on this bet. The agreement was to only distract each other, not something like where you could've potentially lost the tournament if you weren't fast enough.
“baby..”
He starts but you brush him aside. You didn't even mean to play half-naked but you had no other choice because you had no time to put on the rest of your clothes. It’s getting warmer already so you've put all your t-shirts and long sleeves that you could've worn in the laundry. You only have your summer clothes so the timing is working in Jungkook’s favour like it always is.
You’re only left with your sports bra because you were thinking of doing small exercises outside as a break before resuming the game. It isn’t healthy that you’ve been spending most of your time playing on-screen indoors but Jungkook just has to cut your plans short for today.
“so sexy..” he whispers mindlessly, hands starting to roam around the globes of your ass.
You’ve been trying to ignore how his touches are affecting you, focusing solely on the game on the screen and you’re still annoyed at him. The problem is, it’s been 2 days since the last time you fucked each other and you’ve been needing a proper orgasm that only Jungkook can give.
His face comes nearer to your body, hovering over you that you suddenly feel his breath on your bare skin. Jungkook’s hands continue to caress your ass cheeks, admiring your curves in his hands. You haven’t said a word yet but your labouring breaths are giving him a sign that you’re getting riled up.
After a while of his constant teasing, you’re getting impatient for him to do something but you don’t want to be obvious. You can’t just give him a reason to tease you more but Jungkook can read already read you like an open book.
“gonna give up baby?” you taunt him, in hopes of getting what you want but he only hums, both hands sliding up your body, cupping both of your breasts firmly through your bra.
Jungkook continues nosing your skin, breathing in the scent of the soap that he bought for you. It’s his favourite and it became yours too after the first time you used it. He traces your entire body softly and you start to quiver, unconsciously leaning to Jungkook and he smirks against your skin.
“i love your ass..”
You feel him move back and then you hear a bottle cap opening so you wiggle your ass out, eager for him to just do anything at this point. You’re being needy now but before you can even look back at him for a bit, Jungkook’s other hand suddenly grips your hips to steady your moving body.
“but i love your pussy more” he licks a stripe on your newly shaved cunt, lingering on your clit a little to suck it while his hands are busy on something else. It must be the lube that you have on your nightstand because you both have been using it for quickies. You do get wet fast but your boyfriend’s big so foreplay takes a bit longer, that’s why sex has been many times better with the lube.
“Kook..this isn’t p-part of the rules-ohh” a loud moan leaves your mouth when he traces his lube-coated fingers around your outer folds, causing you to hiss at the cold and sticky sensation. Jungkook starts mouthing both of your asscheeks while he spreads his fingers around your cunt until he grazes your swollen clit and starts rubbing it.
What he does next makes your breath hitch, almost missing a hit on your opponent.
Jungkook’s mouth reaches your ass, his tongue dragging from your wet folds to your puckered hole. He prods on it a few times, your hips jerking back to him in response. You whine for him to continue but he chuckles as his mouth leaves you, still teasing by not putting his fingers inside your pussy.
“jungkook..” you whine once again, pushing your ass back to him but he grips your hips tightly for you to stay still. “next time...” he murmurs, pecking your asscheeks and you huff because he’s still teasing.
The game’s almost halfway but you’re torn on where to put your attention. Jungkook knows your body like the back of his hands with how long the both of you have been dating so it’s no surprise when he knows just how to make you squirm under his touch. 
"my baby's getting better at this..i'm proud of you"
Jungkook truly is, you didn’t miss any shot and you’ve been hitting your opponents with precision despite his distractions so now he’s going to show you how proud he is.
"time for your reward babe"
He brings down his sweats and strokes his hard dick with the hand that was fondling your cunt, his wet fingers coated by the lube and your essence making him gasp as he guides his swollen tip to your soaked entrance before he pushes in.
“ohmyfuckk” you moan loudly at the intrusion, his cock stretching you out deliciously that your walls are clenching erratically around him. Jungkook loves doing this to you because he knows you love the feeling of it, being full without his fingers preparing you. He used to hesitate in your early months of dating, the caring person he is, always making sure that you're comfortable at all times.
A deep thrust brings you back currently as Jungkook reaches to the hilt, hips stopping for a moment to relish the familiar feeling of your tightness around him. He tosses his head back while caressing your hips lovingly before he looks down at your arching back.
“see? i didn’t need to prep you love, your pussy's so used to my dick anyways” you hate how he manages to sound romantic despite his filthy words but it gets you going every single time.
“..fuck..” you groan as Jungkook starts moving his hips, slowly at first and the loud squelches echoing around the room are mixing with the sounds from the TV. He loves it, loves hearing how wet you get for him, his beautiful girlfriend acing his hobby at the moment.
One of Jungkook’s hands grabs your criss-cross straps, using them as leverage as he increases the speed of his hips. Your body’s been bouncing back and forth as he guides you to meet his thrusts. You’re grateful as this supports your body because you’ve been slowly going delirious despite doing your best to focus on the game. You take a deep breath and are going back on track when Jungkook delivers a sharp thrust, hitting that spot that makes your vision hazy with all the pleasure you’re already in.
“p-please..shit..” Jungkook smiles after hearing your needy whine, his own moans not missing to match yours. Fuck, since he feels you tightening around him, he keeps hitting the same spot until your body seems to decline on the bed, your head dropping with your moans getting louder.
Jungkook looks up at the screen and notices how you’re losing focus so he grabs a handful of your hair and pulls them up when you almost get hit by your opponent.
“focus”
You shriek at the slight pain on your scalp but you do your best to nod, gripping the controller hard and moving your fingers back as you concentrate on the game once again.
"there, good girl, the best baby" his praise made you clamp around him tighter and Jungkook's lips quirk, knowing very well how much you love hearing him compliment you like this.
It isn't long until you're nearing your end, your legs shaking at the intensity of Jungkook's thrust. You know he's close too, his cock twitching inside you so you start pushing back to meet his thrusts. His other hand snakes between your legs, rubbing your swollen bud as his pace begins to turn sloppy.
Your fingers move frantically, hitting the last member of your rival team in time for the coil breaking in your lower abdomen, closing your eyes shut after seeing the “victory” displayed on the TV screen.
“yesss–ugh” you scream as you reach your climax, dragging your words and slurring more curses as you ride out your high, your upper body flopping to the bed with your one hand dangling on the bed, trying to grip the console to prevent it from dropping to the floor.
“fuck..fuck..baby” Jungkook groans as he reaches his, both hands leaving their previous spot to grip your hips tightly. He sounds so fucking hot, his deep and raspy voice adding to his hurried pounding is making your mind hazier.
“hmm..so good” you moan wantonly, intense pleasure coursing through your whole body. You're helping your boyfriend in riding out his orgasm by moaning more for him, Jungkook does love it when you can't keep quiet while he's fucking you.
“game over y/n” he exclaims breathlessly, his hips rolling slowly while still spilling himself inside you. 
“and i..won” you grin in daze at the warm feeling of his cum, body still quivering even post orgasm as you turn on your lovely boyfriend's amused face.
“congrats babe” Jungkook smiles while biting his lower lip, his eyes still blown out as they meet your playful ones. He turns your body over to face him before leaning closer as he situates his body between your legs without pulling out.
“but you still lost” you tease, running out of breath. The double meaning made you smile in satisfaction. Finally, this bet between you is done and you even won against your skilled gamer boyfriend? now that’s something you can brag about to your girls at your meetup.
“don't care, i can't resist you”
“i know”
“ride me on my next stream?” he pouts, his eyes cutely begging at you.
“you sure you can handle it?” you bit your lip, intentionally clenching around his cock and he hisses.
“doesn't matter since i’ll have your pussy either way..mhmm i love you” Jungkook keeps peppering you with kisses before slowly pulling out, his eyes fixing on the cum oozing out from your sensitive cunt. 
“mhm love y’too..i’m sore” you whine, your eyes slowly dropping paired with a yawn after. You’re truly exhausted with the whole gaming ordeal and the mind-blowing, satisfying sex with your boyfriend. You feel sore everywhere, especially your arms and shoulders that are aching from his brutal fucking but you loved it. Sex has been always great but they've been quick these days because of how occupied the both of you are.
Jungkook finds how adorable you look with how you're suddenly getting sleepy. It’s still endearing to him how you usually get sleepy after showering because it’s the opposite for him. You truly don’t know why you do get sleepy, you just feel light and relaxed that it dozes you off. Add that Jungkook always tires you while showering, you just wanna lay down and sleep. Naps after a shower are the best ones, the only ones that make you feel fully rested after waking up.
“i didn't really care if you win you know” he admits fondly, scrunching his nose as he nuzzles your neck.
“is that so?” you respond sleepily, a small smile appearing on your pretty lips. “yeah, I love spoiling you”, he mumbles against your sweaty skin.
You mutter something of a “love you” as a response, the hand running through his hair is slowing down, letting Jungkook know that you’re on a brink of sleep.
“go to sleep now, we’ll have a picnic date later when you wake up” he smiles affectionately before kissing you on the cheek and you hum delightedly, closing your eyes for a deep slumber.
Jungkook looks at your sleeping figure before closing the door quietly, texting his friends proudly that you won the bet between you both. All he gets as replies are playful threats of stealing you from him and he scoffs, teasing his friends at the possibility of them watching you play instead.
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e/n: it’s currently unedited lmao cuz i’ve been rusty after not posting a oneshot since November 😭. note that it’s been years since i’ve actually played on PC so that’s why i didn’t specify any game on this one nor did i include any technicalities. also this genre’s not my forte so sowy if it didn’t live up to your taste 😬
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A Holiday Snowdown (M)
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Author: @kpopfanfictrash as part of the Happy Ho-lidays collab with @floralseokjin , @suga-kookiemonster , @sugaurora , @underthejoon, @winetae​ and @btssavedmylifeblr​
Pairing: Jungkook / Reader (female)
Genre:  Enemies to Lovers / Ski Resort!AU / Snowboarder!AU
Word Count: 36,333
Rating/Warnings: 18+ for sexual content. Fingering, oral (female receiving), hand job, mutual masturbation, breast play, some face riding, dirty talk, orgasm denial, clit smacking (is there a non plural form of this?), cum shot on chest
Mentions of past death (does not occur during story). Ankle injury (non-graphic). Yoongi is an enthusiastic MC. Bam is adorable. Jungkook has both lip and eyebrow piercing
Summary:  The Inn on the Hill is in trouble. Or that's what your boss, Namjoon, says during the last-minute All Staff holiday meeting he calls. You need money, and you need money fast, or his parents are planning to sell the resort. When no one can think of an easy solution, Namjoon proposes his parents' idea: a weeklong social media blitz with a celebrity guest. The celebrity? None other than Jungkook Jeon himself: two-time Olympic gold medalist, world-class snowboarder and the nation's sweetheart. What's the problem? You happen to have met Jungkook Jeon before, and sincerely hoped you'd never see him again.
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EIGHT YEARS AGO
Friday, December 19th 12:49 PM
“You don’t want to do that.”
Fingers freezing above the door handle, the words slowly sink into your muddled mind.
Uncertain, you turn towards the disembodied voice. Bodied voice, you correct yourself. Breath frosting in midair, you squint at whoever has the audacity to keep you from entering your house.
“Who’s there?”
A soft voice laughs, followed by said person stepping into the porch light. Blinking once more, you conclude you must be drunk.
Well, yes. Very drunk, based on the curling nausea and six Moscow mules you had at the bar. The fact that this guy looks like two people is simply further confirmation of the fact.
Lifting a hand, you shield your gaze from the porch light. Odd. You thought the light burnt out the night prior – oh, well. Maybe your friend and roommate, Taehyung decided to fix it.
“Why shouldn’t I go in my own house?” you demand, although it comes out more like, “Why shoul’n I go’n m’house?”
Both the guy’s heads turn towards the door.
“Because that’s not your house. Unless you’re a new roommate of my friend, Yugyeom… which I highly doubt.”
A beat passes before you turn and realize the door’s a sickly teal color. Not the gray-brown of your split-level.
“Oh,” you say dully, unable to think of a response. “Right, then. I’m going to go.”
Swiveling around, you nearly trip over the first step of the porch and fall.
Reacting quickly, the stranger lunges forward to grab your arm. “Whoa,” he says, keeping you upright. “Careful.”
Hazily, you glance up and notice how close he is. His face wavers, nothing more than a blur but for some reason, you think that he’s handsome. Something about his height and his voice scream attractive face. The stranger also happens to smell of peppermint.
You love peppermint.
Still, this is very embarrassing, and he’s still holding you tightly.
“Unhand me,” you say, stepping backwards – somehow, you manage to keep your balance.
The guy’s upper lip quirks.
“Alright, m’lady,” he says, releasing you with a bow.
You nod, attempt to stride past and nearly trip again. “Okay – never mind,” you blurt, grabbing the rail. “Hand me.”
A quick, surprised laugh escapes him. Stepping near, he grips your forearm but keeps himself carefully separate. You would find this endearing if you didn’t feel as though you were about to hurl.
“Ugh,” you moan, turning around. “What was in those mules?”
“Ginger beer. Vodka. Oh, wait – you’re not being literal, are you?”
“No.” Shakily, you exhale. “Gonna barf.”
“Fuck. Okay. Let’s get you off this porch, then,” he says. “Bambam just painted it.”
Many questions arise at this – does this guy know a lot about home improvements in the area? was the ugly door color chosen on purpose? – but all this is overshadowed by the sudden urge to vomit. Keeping your lips pressed together tightly, you concentrate solely on making it down the steps.
“Where do you live?” the guy prompts.
Trying to be subtle, you glance at your companion. Which means – drunk you swings her head sideways in a gigantic arc. The guy is still holding your arm, painstakingly helping you down the front steps.
“18 Ribalt Ave.” As soon as you say this, you freeze. “Unless you’re a murderer. In which case, I live uh – there.”
You point in the general direction of a dumpster and the guy starts to laugh. He has a nice laugh, you think, and the peppermint smell cuts through some of the nausea. Your stomach roils once in protest, then falls completely silent.
“Not a murderer,” he answers. “And you’re in luck – 18 Ribalt Ave is literally two houses down, so you were close.”
Obviously, I was, you say to yourself. I’m super smart.
“I’m sure you are.”
Startled, you glance up. “I… said that out loud?”
The guy’s lips twitch again. “Not if you didn’t want to.”
“Oh, good. Then – no, I didn’t”
“Cool.”
The two of you walk a bit more, and upon reaching the sidewalk, you start to turn left. Gently, he steers you in the opposite direction. A couple of steps later, your ankle wobbles and his grip on you tightens. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you’re realizing this night could have gone in a very bad direction.
When you left for the bar, you didn’t intend to get this drunk. Well, maybe that’s not true. You did text your best friend, Leslie, that you planned on blacking out so hard, you forgot all about the dismal Christmas waiting at home.
“What’s so dismal about it?”
Startled, you realize you’ve spoken out loud again.
Your drunk savior waits for an answer and whatever filter you normally have while sober has completely disappeared. This is a big University, and if the two of you haven’t run into each other before, what are the chances of running into him after?
It’s the type of logic only a drunk person would find convincing.
“Nothing, really,” you hear yourself saying. “I’m just… not looking forward to reentering the pit of despair. That’s what I’ve been calling my house since my dad died. It’ll be my first Christmas without him and just… yeah.” Exhaling roughly, you watch your breath frost in the air. “I know my mom will be sad.”
Your stranger is silent, long enough for you to wonder if you’ve spoken out loud. Maybe your drunkenness has reached an unforeseen level where your inside thoughts are out loud and your outside ones, inside.
“Won’t you be sad, though?”
Startled, you wobble again and his grip on you tightens.
“I guess,” you say after a moment. “But… I don’t know. When my dad was alive, he created a buffer, you know? My mom and I don’t always get along, but he knew just what to say to cut the tension.”
Hearing what you said, you clamp your jaw shut. Sometimes when you drink, your filter disappears, and all the years of repressed emotion comes pouring out.
Snow crunches beneath your feet, so you concentrate on that. Shivering slightly, you wish you’d worn a coat to protect against the air’s frigid bite. The constellations above are blurry, resulting in double and you think they might be more beautiful than reality.
“Did your dad laugh a lot?”
“Yeah.” Still staring upwards, your lips twist. “All the time. If I’d made that pit of despair joke last Christmas, he would’ve quoted Miracle Max, or something.”
“Get back, witch!”
“I’m not a witch, I’m your wife!” you say, automatic. Surprised, you glance over at your blurry savior. “You can quote The Princess Bride?”
His smile widens, distracting you for a moment.
“Of course,” he says. “That must be hard, though. Losing your quote buddy.” After a moment, he lowers his head to groan. “Ah, I’m sorry. That was supposed to be supportive, but it just sounded stupid.”
Oddly enough, you find yourself smiling.
“No – not stupid,” you say quietly. “You’re right. It was – well, is – hard.”
Silence falls, not as awkward as before. You continue walking and all too soon, a familiar house rises from its surroundings. You recognize the discount Frosty the Snowman (for legal reasons, named “Icy”) standing on the front lawn, holding a sign asking for people to remove shoes before entering. The sign was supposed to be cute, but drunk college kids broke the end of Icy’s broom and as a result, he looks kind of threatening.
Excitedly, you point at the door. “That’s my place.”
Your stranger double-checks the number. “Looks like it.”
“Rude,” you mutter, lowering your arm. “I know where I live.”
A pause follows, as though your drunken savior doesn’t want to contradict you. The silence makes your lips twitch.
“I’m just kidding,” you say, slapping him once on the chest. Shit – that’s firm. “I know, I’m kindaaa drunk.”
“Sure. In the same way Rudolph kindaaa saved Christmas.”
Your smile widens. “That was nerdy. Are you nerdy, Christmas ghost?”
He bursts out laughing, and for a moment the world freezes. You’re still drunk, so everything seems kind of blurry – except for his laugh. You think you might remember that laugh on your deathbed. You hope you remember it sober.
“Christmas ghost.” Although he’s no longer laughing, the guy still sounds amused. “Is that what I am?”
“You have a halo,” you say, pointing at his head. The streetlights behind him create the drunken effect. “A drunk halo. Ha-ha.”
“You know that’s an angel, right?” he asks, also smiling.
“Yeah. And… well, you asked me if I was sad.”
Now he’s quiet, and you wonder what your Christmas ghost is thinking. You also wonder what he looks like – maybe if you squint harder, you’ll be suddenly un-drunk and the world will come together.
You squint at him – emphatically – and nothing happens.
“Don’t do that,” he says, noticing your expression. “You’ll pop an eye vessel. Has…” He hesitates. “Has no one asked you if you’re sad yet?”
He sounds genuinely curious, and you suppose you can’t blame him.
Lamely, you shrug. “I don’t think most people know how to talk about it. Not many people our age have lost a parent. I get a lot of ‘I’m sorry.’ A lot of ‘he’s in a better place.’ I don’t know,” you say, your voice cracking a little. “I kind of think being with us was a better place.”
Fuck it, you’re going to cry.
Abruptly, you turn around to stare at your house. Taehyung must’ve fallen asleep with the holiday lights on – no matter how much you scold him, he does it every time you go out. Now though, it helps because you have something to look at while you dry your tears.
“I’m sorry,” you sniffle, then laugh. “Fuck. Now I’m the one apologizing.”
“Don’t apologize,” he says quickly. “I – I’m the one who should be sorry. I’m not good with words, and I don’t want to say the wrong thing. Not like all those other people.”
Turning, you give Christmas ghost a watery smile.
“I doubt whatever you said would be the worst thing,” you say. “My aunt told me to stop crying at the funeral so we could take a photo. I bet your thing was better than that.”
“Holy shit.” He sounds vaguely horrified. “Okay, yeah. My thing wasn’t that bad.”
“Or another time,” you say, this topic of conversation making you oddly chipper, “a professor asked, ‘at what point I’d be done grieving’ so I could take the midterm.”
“I… what the fuck.”
Christmas ghost sounds angry, which makes you smile. You’re imagining a tall, dark-haired Christmas angel swinging his fists in your honor and for a moment, you nearly forget the reason you’re sad. Of course, this makes you remember all over again, and the humor slowly fades.
It was longer than last time, at least.
The two of you stand there another moment, and again, you wish you were sober. Well, no you don’t. The alcohol numbs the pain and, although you try not to make it a habit, sometimes it’s easier to forget. Alcohol helps with the forgetting.
“What were you going to say?” you ask, tilting your head.
He hesitates. “I was going to say… I’ve never lost a parent, so I can’t begin to imagine what you’re going through, but anyone who raised a daughter cool enough to quote Miracle Max sounds like an awesome guy. I’m sorry you’re sad. If it wouldn’t be totally creepy of me to offer help, I’d –”
“You already did,” you say softly.
He stops, and the two of you stand facing one another again. Long enough for your lips to tremble, this time from the cold.
“Well,” you say, using your sleeve as a tissue. “I guess I’d better go, Christmas ghost.”
He softly laughs. “Is that what I’m going to be from now on?”
Shrugging, you turn away from his smile – strange, how the whole night is blurred except for that – and begin walking up the sidewalk.
“Yeah!” you call, not turning around. “I think you will be.”
“As you wish!”
You can’t help but laugh at the Princess Bride quote, unlocking your door. Stamping your feet to get warm, you hurry inside and find Taehyung seated in the kitchen, books spread before him. His finals aren’t over until tomorrow, with psychology taking the dreaded Friday afternoon slot.
When he sees you, he exclaims and jumps to his feet. Through chattering teeth, you tell him about your Christmas ghost and Taehyung’s expression brightens (“I’m not drunk, you idiot! Let me see him!”) Giggling, the two of you return to the front porch –
And find the yard empty. Nothing but swirling snow, streetlights, and the drunken yelling of two kids down the street singing, All I Want for Christmas is You.
Your Christmas ghost, whoever he was, has disappeared.
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PRESENT DAY
Friday, December 17th 11:04 AM
Ever since you were little, you’ve always had a nervous tic. In grade school, it was biting your fingernails. Once your mom bought anti-bite polish, you switched to leg-jiggling. Then, after a particularly embarrassing final exam when the TA asked if you had to pee no less than five times, you switched to pen-tapping.
The habit has held ever since.
Tap-tap-tap. Tap-tap-tap. Tap-tap tap tap-tap.
“Y/N.” Namjoon swivels to face you at the head of the table. “Please stop tapping Jingle Bells. I’m going to jingle burst a blood vessel up here.”
Immediately, your pen ceases and you sink in your seat. Across the table, Hoseok – the Inn’s sous chef – gives you a sympathetic look.
“Stop picking on Y/N,” Hoseok scolds, turning to Namjoon. “Just because the ski lodge is about to go belly-up doesn’t mean you need to take it out on us.”
Exhaling roughly, Namjoon rubs at his temples. Honestly, you get it since it’s exactly how you feel. As the general manager for the Inn on the Hill, you’ve been trying and failing all year to increase sales. The fact that Namjoon is here at all is mostly your fault.
The Inn on the Hill is a tiny ski resort nestled in the Rocky Mountains, largely overshadowed by the bigger, fancier commercial resorts up the road. It seems travelers, once they land at the airport, only have the appetite to travel in a one-hour radius. Driving the two hours to reach your lodge means people don’t book despite the Inn’s superior ski slopes and views.
Namjoon’s parents have owned the Inn since he was a child, but they also own several other properties scattered over the globe. Currently, they’re in the Caribbean taking care of a different crisis, so Namjoon is here to lend his expertise. It’s a test of his leadership as much as your own, so you understand why he’s testy. If things don’t turn around soon, everyone here will be out of a job.
Twirling his pen, Jimin clears his throat. “What if,” he says, squinting up at the screen, “we did a children’s Olympics? Races and fake medals and all that fun, family stuff?”
Trying not to smile, you glance at the table.
As the Inn’s children’s coordinator, nearly all Jimin’s ideas involve more kids on the premises. Although you love children – and family ski trips provide most of your income – you don’t love the mess they tend to leave behind.
Neither does Yoongi, based on his expression. Min Yoongi is the hotel’s concierge and if he had things his way, Namjoon would make the resort eighteen and up. That’s not to say Yoongi doesn’t like kids – he loves them – but Yoongi has a very specific vision for the Inn which doesn’t involve sticky lollipops.
“Right,” Namjoon says slowly. “Except we already did a children’s week last winter and it didn’t go so well. Remember the Zhangs?”
Jimin’s smile fades. “Oh. Right.”
Across the table, Seokjin mouths, who are the Zhangs? and you furtively shake your head. Seokjin joined the Inn at the start of the season as your snowboarding instructor, so he wasn’t here for last winter’s debacle.
Nothing gets past Namjoon though and, upon seeing Seokjin’s face, he exhales.
“The Zhangs,” Namjoon clarifies, and Jimin slumps in his seat, “were a very influential family who intended to stay at the Inn but left after only three days because their son got lost for five hours during the winter scavenger hunt.”
Jimin winces. “He should have followed the map!” he complains. “Everything was clearly marked, and parents were supposed to go with their kids, but –”
“It wasn’t your fault, Jimin,” Namjoon says gently, butting in. “The Zhangs messed up, but they gave us a terrible review and made sales plummet for a month. I think we should try and steer clear of kids' events for a bit longer.”
Nodding, Jimin sits back and Namjoon’s gaze travels the table.
“Any other ideas?” he prods. “Anyone else?”
When his gaze lingers on you, you shrug.
“I don’t know what you want me to say,” you sigh. “There’s the winter festival in town, but we’re already promoting that in our marketing. We could try another round of feel-good posts on Instagram? It’s hard to do social media though, with Jisoo being fired, and all.”
“Jisoo wasn’t fired,” Namjoon corrects. “She was let go.”
Yoongi lifts a brow. “Isn’t that the same thing?”
“There’s a difference,” Namjoon insists. “One implies they were released with cause. We didn’t want to fire Jisoo, but there’s no room in the budget and Y/N minored in graphic design…”
“Yeah.” You grimace. “With straight C’s.”
“Regardless,” says Namjoon. “We need new ideas, and we need them now.”
The table falls silent, with everyone purposefully avoiding eye contact with Namjoon. The projector behind him flickers and dies, plunging the All-Staff room into darkness. You find this oddly fitting, considering the circumstances.
“I have an idea,” Seokjin offers.
Reaching out, Namjoon flicks on the light. “I swear to God,” he warns. “If you say Boys Gone Wild one more time…”
“Why not?” Seokjin bangs a fist on the table. “It was an incredibly lucrative franchise for years. And now, we have the chance to let women in on the fun!”
Most of the table laughs except Yoongi, who doesn’t seem to be listening. Seokjin has been proposing Boys Gone Wild once a week since his arrival and it’s yet to catch on.
Namjoon looks at the ceiling. “Pass. Alright – if there aren’t any other legitimate ideas, I’m going to have to go with my parents’ proposal.”
This catches your interest, and your pen stills in your hand. Namjoon would typically run prospective projects past you before the All-Staff meeting. The fact that he didn’t doesn’t bode well.
“What’s your parents’ idea?”
Namjoon doesn’t look your way. “It’s a promotion that had good success at their Hawaiian resort. You remember the one – so far off the beaten path, no one wanted to go. Until, of course, Timothée Chalamet vacationed there.”
Jimin’s eyes go wide. “Timothée Chalamet is coming here?”
Immediately, Yoongi closes his laptop. “I’m ready,” he declares. “We just got these new sheets which I swear, feel like you’re floating in the womb.”
“Ew.” Hoseok looks repulsed.
Namjoon blinks, unsure how to respond. “Uh, no. Not Timothée Chalamet – he’s way out of budget. I’m thinking of another celebrity,” he explains. “Someone who you’d expect to see at a ski resort. Someone who’d entice other skiers and snowboarders to visit.”
Taking all this in, you nod. Everything Namjoon says is making sense, which leads you to wonder what he could be hiding. There must be something if he didn’t tell you beforehand. Maybe it’s the cost.
“It’s a good idea,” you say. “Even a lower-level celebrity will be expensive, though. Are your parents willing to chip in that kind of money?”
Namjoon nods, still not meeting your gaze. “Yeah. This lodge has sentimental value for them, so they’re willing to pay. In fact,” he says brightly, “they already have someone in mind.”
“Oh, really?” you ask. “Who?”
In the corner of your eye, Hoseok exchanges a quick look with Yoongi. Jimin has become suspiciously silent, staring out the window and Seokjin, normally disruptive, has nothing to add. Perhaps this should have clued you in, but Namjoon has never given you a reason not to trust him before.
“Um.” Namjoon shuffles his papers. “I don’t want to say.”
Immediately, your eyes narrow. “Why not?”
“Because.” Namjoon sighs, looking up. “It’s Jungkook Jeon.”
Your vision goes momentarily white.
Jungkook Jeon. The name alone is enough to make your fists clench. Jungkook is a professional snowboarder – no, he’s the professional snowboarder. Gold medal champion in the last two winter Olympics and national heartthrob.
He also attended your university and broke your friend’s heart in the process.
It was junior year when Leslie dated Jungkook for three months – barely a blip in the grand scheme of things, but long by college standards. Around Thanksgiving, Leslie mentioned seeing someone new but was coy on details. You found out why after New Year’s when she named the guy as Jungkook, ridiculously talented snowboarder, and future Olympian.
Obviously, Leslie was excited but cagey about people meeting him – including you. Jungkook was private and didn’t like people making a big deal out of who he was. You could understand, so you didn’t press the issue and the first time you two met was mid-January. It was your dorm formal, and without a boyfriend, you decided to take Taehyung as your date. Leslie brought Jungkook and you all went for dinner before.
You were the first one to arrive at the restaurant. Taehyung was running late, working a double shift at the college bookstore before it closed. Leslie came straight from her theater troupe. You, being you, arrived five minutes early. Seated at the table, you jiggled your leg until the bells above the door rang.
Glancing up, you locked eyes with Jungkook.
Your first thought was holy shit, he’s attractive. Obviously, you’d known this – Jungkook both is and was extremely handsome. With dark, messy hair and a sharp jaw, Jungkook could’ve been booking modeling gigs instead of snowboarding.
So, it wasn’t strange that you froze when you saw him – the strange thing was Jungkook also froze.
He stood framed in the doorway, snow whirling behind him. Jungkook stared long enough for the hostess to speak, which was when he jerked to life and shut the door.
You slowly sat at the table, unaware that you’d risen. This was Leslie’s boyfriend, you reminded yourself as Jungkook approached. By the time he reached your table, you’d managed to plaster a smile on your face.
“Hi,” you said brightly, sticking out your hand. “I’m Y/N, Leslie’s friend.”
Jungkook stared, glancing down as something wordless crossed his expression. You continued to hold out your hand, feeling more and more silly. Just as you began to pull away, he came to his senses.
“Jungkook,” he said, grasping your hand in his. “It’s nice to meet you, Y/N.”
You shook, then sat down at the table. The two of you weren’t alone for long, since Leslie arrived quickly thereafter but you couldn’t shake the feeling you’d missing out on something. Maybe food had been stuck in your teeth, and Jungkook was too polite to say. Taehyung called your hair a mess later that night, so maybe that was it.
Either way, you met Jungkook in January and a month later, he broke up with Leslie. It came as something of a shock, since you’d hung out with them several times and they always seemed good together. Jungkook was quiet but funny, and Leslie was the life of the party. When she stormed into your house and declared their relationship over, you were stunned.
And when she said the reason why – well.
Leslie’s exact words were, “I walked in on him fucking someone else, so I guess we’re done.” Leslie was upset, but she put on a brave face and tried to move on. Apparently, Jungkook thought they weren’t exclusive – despite having introduced Leslie as his girlfriend the month prior. Leslie was devastated but started going out with a basketball player the next month, and that was that.
You’d seen behind the mask, though and knew how crushed Leslie was. The two of you bonded over it, promising never to date one another’s exes. Especially not slimeball cheaters like Jungkook.
It’s been a long time since then and you and Leslie are no longer as close, but the sentiment stands. Jungkook is a terrible person and working with him would go against everything you stand for.
A fact Namjoon knows, given you’ve spent each Olympics since cursing the screen each time his name is mentioned. Jungkook Jeon is a dick; this is a well-documented fact. It’s something everyone else at the table knows as well, based on how few are willing to meet your gaze.
“Absolutely not,” you declare.
Namjoon exhales. “Y/N –”
“No,” you blurt, half-standing from the table. “Why can’t we get someone else? There must be some other washed-up snowboarder looking for publicity. Or a skier!” you add. “I hear skiing is coming back in style. Pick someone else, Namjoon. Anyone else.”
Although Namjoon’s expression looks pained, he refuses to budge.
“I can’t, Y/N,” he sighs. “My parents know the Jeons, which is how we’re able to get him at such a low price. And Jungkook is like, ridiculously famous. There’s no way we’d be able to find someone as good for so little money.”
Helpless, you glance around the table. “Come on – is everyone else really okay with this?”
Jimin gives a small shrug. “Maybe it’ll be okay, Y/N,” he says, trying to make the best of the situation. “If Namjoon’s parents approve of Jungkook, maybe he’s not that bad?”
“Oh, he’s that bad,” you respond. “He just hides his Satan horns during the day. They’re nearly invisible beneath his man-bun.”
Hoseok snorts. “Isn’t that all we care about, though? We just need this guy to appear nice long enough to save our asses. It’s only for a weekend, Y/N.”
Namjoon holds up a finger. “A week, actually,” he corrects. “Jungkook arrives tomorrow afternoon and is staying until after Christmas. It’ll be a week-long publicity event.”
Incensed, your head swivels his way. “Tomorrow? That seems awfully soon for a project we’re voting on now.”
Shifting his weight, Namjoon seems embarrassed. “I… may have already told my parents we’d do it.”
“You what?”
Before you can commit bodily harm against your boss, Seokjin cuts in.
“Is this really our only option?” he asks Namjoon.
Glumly, Namjoon nods. “Yeah, it is. That’s why I started this meeting with a brainstorming session. If anyone can think of a better idea” – he looks pointedly at you – “then I’ll call the Jungkook thing off, and we’ll go with that. If not, though…”
He trails off, leaving the implication hanging.
Silently, you seethe because objectively, you know Namjoon is right. You don’t want to be objective, though. You want to be bitter because Namjoon, a boss you’ve always admired, has made an important decision without your input. Worse, he made the decision specifically knowing you’d vote against it.
Surprisingly, Yoongi is the one who speaks next. “We all know Jungkook sucks,” he says, looking at you. “But if I had to choose between going out of business and working with someone I don’t like, I’d pick the latter.”
Yoongi has a point, but you can’t help wanting to make a final stand.
“Is it worth compromising our morals, though?” you challenge. “The Inn on the Hill has always been a family-run, independent ski lodge. A boutique experience, standing apart from the amoral, corporate resorts. Won’t hiring someone like Jungkook go against that?”
Namjoon and Seokjin exchange a look.
“Tell them,” Seokjin says lowly.
Jimin’s eyes narrow. “Tell us what?”
Namjoon adjusts his tie. “Even though it contradicts our philosophy, it might be worth it.” He pauses, a lone muscle in his jaw ticking. “My parents said if revenue doesn’t pick up by the end of the season, they’re planning to sell by this time next year.”
A weight falls over the room, stifling further objection.
Dejected, you reseat yourself at the table. This changes things. Namjoon and Yoongi are right; hiring Jungkook is a better alternative to going out of business, no matter how abhorrent the concept of working with him might be.
“Alright, fine,” you say at last. “I know it’s a moot point for me to say so, but I’m in. Don’t expect me to be nice to him, though.”
You expect Namjoon to crack a smile and so, when he doesn’t, you feel your stomach sink further.
“About that,” Namjoon says. “With Jisoo gone, we’ll need someone to follow Jungkook around for social media.”
He looks meaningfully at you.
“What about Jimin?” you suggest, panic rising. “He’s such a good people person.”
“Jimin has to coordinate all the children’s stuff,” Namjoon points out. “And besides, he’s a terrible photographer.”
“Hey!”
“It’s true,” Yoongi says.
“Still,” Jimin huffs, pouting a little.
“What about Yoongi?” you say, growing desperate. “Shouldn’t our concierge be the one to take care of high-profile guests?”
“As much as I’d love to follow a prima donna snowboarder around the lodge,” Yoongi deadpans. “We just let go of Sayed yesterday, so I’m the only one working the front desk.”
Check, and mate. Recognizing defeat, you slump in your seat.
“Shit,” you mutter.
“And before you ask me,” Seokjin pipes in. “Someone has to man the mountain.”
“And cook,” adds Hoseok.
Namjoon continues staring in your direction.
“Alright, fine.” You throw up your hands. “I’ll do it. I’ll baby-sit the big man-baby. But don’t expect me to like it! And don’t expect my feelings about him to change.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” says Namjoon, clearly relieved you’ve agreed.
“And when this is all over and we’re profitable again, I expect a raise.”
“A big one,” he agrees.
Resigned, you shake your head. “I can’t wait for this week to be done.”
“Before that, it has to begin,” Namjoon says helpfully. “So, let’s start planning the week-long itinerary. I’m thinking bright, I’m thinking festive, I’m thinking –”
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“Someone ate Christmas and threw it back up,” you breathe, staring at the main lodge.
Tonja, the Inn’s interior decorator, has truly outdone herself. Holiday décor has been steadily appearing over the past weeks, but last night she put on the finishing touches and today, well – a winter wonderland.
Plush, cozy chairs are pushed around a roaring fireplace, draped with white throws she assured you were imitation fur. Fake snow dusts the mantle, and garland has been draped, hung, or placed across all available surfaces. Everything surrounds a gigantic evergreen which nearly scrapes the ceiling.
It’s what people traveling for the holidays expect, and therefore worth every penny sent to Tonja’s bank account. Lifting your clipboard, you check off review decorations. Satisfied, you resume the Inn’s inspection and immediately slip.
Catching yourself, you glance down in alarm. The snow mats you ordered are nowhere to be found, and your expression shifts into a scowl.
“Where are the snow mats?” you call as you turn.
No one answers, either too busy or being one of the guests. A nearby couple glances up from their snowshoes; you offer them an apologetic smile before hustling away. Yoongi is checking in a large party at the counter.
Realizing he has no time to get mats, you exhale and set your clipboard down on the counter.
Jungkook is scheduled to arrive in fifteen minutes, and you’re supposed to be the one greeting him. Having your guest of honor slip on wet floor and fracture a gold medal-winning ankle sounds like a terrible first impression.
Leaving the lobby, you head for the supply closet. Tugging open its door, you bang your knee on a mop and – swearing – hop around it to locate the mats. Lugging a box down the hall, you place them as neatly as possible before the main entrance.
Stepping away, you take a photo for Namjoon. You’re returning your phone to your pocket when you glance up and realize the tree’s star is crooked.
It wasn’t obvious from where you stood before but from here, the error is clear as day.
Swearing again, you check the front desk and find Yoongi’s still busy. Another look at your watch says you have five minutes to go before Jungkook’s arrival.
You blame your dad for your can-do attitude.
After your birth, your parents kept trying, but a second child just wasn’t in the cards. Your dad made up for it by joking you had the energy of three children, anyways – always ensuring you felt you were enough. Everything was possible, and nothing was ever off the table. After he died, you were the one who took care of your mom and now, at the Inn, you do the same.
Retreating to the supply closet, you grab the stepladder and return to the lobby. Kicking open its frame, you place this before the tree and start to climb. Halfway up the ladder, you begin to regret your decision. While you’re more than capable of fixing an ornament, you’re currently wearing heels. It makes everything more difficult and when your foot slips, you recoil and cling to the rungs.
A moment passes while you slow your racing heartbeat, and then you grip the rungs tighter and continue to climb. On the next step, you make the mistake of looking down.
“Oh, fuck,” you mutter.
You’re not exactly scared of heights, but neither do you enjoy them. Especially not while balancing precariously on ladders while wearing pumps.
There’s nothing to do but continue and so, gritting your teeth, you force yourself to climb. Reaching the top, you exhale and lean over, adjusting the star.
With the hard part complete, you begin your descent.
Two steps down from the top, your foot slips and this time the ladder tilts with you. Gasping, you attempt to rebalance and feel the heel of your shoe break.
Jolted downward, you’re thrown off-balance so quickly, you let go of the ladder. In hindsight, this was a poor decision. For a moment you flail, reaching out and then you’re falling, air rushing past you. Stomach plummeting, you scream and –
“I’ve got you!”
Squeezing your eyes shut, you prepare to hit ground and instead, feel your fall broken by a warm body.
In the movies, the guy catches the girl and easily cradles her against his chest. He’s barely winded, the girl’s hair stays perfect and romantic music ensues.
What actually happens is you hit the guy’s outstretched arms, and the momentum is enough for you both to crumple. You land sprawled across his chest, hard enough to knock the breath from your lungs.
Once you’re able to breathe, you open your eyes. Forcing yourself to move, you wince at the dull pain in your side. For a moment, you think your savior is Namjoon, but no – this guy is slightly shorter, dressed in a dark puffer jacket and face mask.
Stomach sinking, you still. Carefully, you scan his frame and notice the Olympic logo emblazoned on his jacket. Immediately, your eyes snap upwards.
“Jungkook?” you squeak, sincerely hoping you’re wrong.
Propping himself up on one elbow, the guy reaches upward to tug on his face mask. Your heart sinks as Jungkook Jeon is revealed.
He’s cut his hair, you realize.
During the last winter Olympics, headlines were made, and fan blogs devoted to the rumpled man-bun Jungkook was sporting. Now he’s shorn his hair close, styled up top to look ridiculously attractive. He also has an eyebrow piercing. And a lip piercing. Those were certainly never visible during general programming.
Realizing you’re staring, you blink and Jungkook looks on with amusement. This is enough to snap you back to reality.
Glancing down, you realize your legs are still intertwined. Cringing, you extricate yourself and push yourself to your feet. Your right hip aches, and one of your heels has snapped off, but you attempt to greet Jungkook as naturally as possible.
“Hi,” you say, sticking out a hand. “I’m Y/N, general manager of the Inn on the Hill. Welcome to our property, and I’m so sorry about the entrance. Are you okay? Do you need me to get ice, or a medic or anything?”
Jungkook continues to stare at you from the ground.
“I – uh. Y/N. Right. Are you okay?” he asks, incredulous. “You just… fell off that ladder.”
Wincing, you look up and immediately spot the problem. You were in such a rush to fix the tree, you forgot to lock the base of the ladder. No wonder it wobbled when you lost your balance.
“I’m fine,” you say, forcing a smile. “Thanks for catching me. Can I help you up?”
Realizing he’s still on the floor, Jungkook pushes himself to stand and ignores your hand. Dusting off his pants, he quickly scans the lodge. You watch Jungkook take it in, so busy staring at him that at first, you don’t react when something licks your palm.
“Ah!” you yelp, whirling to find yourself face to face with – a dog.
“Whoops – sorry,” Jungkook blurts. “That’s my dog, Bam. Bam – here.”
With a final glance at you, the dog obediently trots to sit at Jungkook’s feet. His tail continues to wag, head cocked to one side with interest. Reaching down, Jungkook scratches behind the dog’s ears and he happily whines.
“It’s okay that he’s here, right?” Jungkook pauses, looking up. “Namjoon’s parents said it would be fine, that you have dogs stay all the time.”
That’s definitely not true, but you keep your smile in place. Possibly Namjoon’s parents confused your resort with another, or maybe they’re trying to make their VIP guest happy.
“Of course,” you say. “We can definitely make accommodations for – Bam, right?”
Bam barks in approval.
You glance down in surprise, and Jungkook laughs.
“Sorry,” he says, reaching to pet Bam again. “I thought it’d be funny to teach him that, and Bam took to it a little too well.”
You’re about to smile when you remember who Jungkook is and clamp your lips shut. This is all part of Jungkook’s act, you remind yourself. Act cute, talk sweetly and then – bam! The hit-by-a-car kind of bam, not the dog version.
The dog version is adorable, with giant paws, floppy ears and a tail which won’t stop wagging.
“Right, well.” Turning, you find the front desk unoccupied. Yoongi must be showing someone to their room. “Why don’t I show you where you’ll be staying this week?”
“That sounds great.”
Jungkook’s gaze lingers a moment, as though expecting you to say more. Not wanting to fall into that trap, you look away.
“Just give me just one second,” you say. “I’ll change my shoes and we can start.”
You keep snow boots in the break room in case you need to leave for whatever reason. After a quick yet dignified (you hope) hobble to the front counter, you replace your heels with boots that are infinitely more comfortable.
Grabbing the keys and returning to Jungkook, you gesture for him to follow. His suitcase sits beside the front door, left in his haste to cross the room to you. There’s an extra-large dog crate placed beside his things and you stare at it, stumped and wondering how you’ll move it.
“I’ve got this,” Jungkook says close behind you.
When you jump, he starts and takes a step backwards.
“Sorry!” He holds up both hands. “Didn’t mean to startle you.”
“Oh – I, uh, you didn’t. I was just wondering how to get the dog crate to your room.”
Jungkook shakes his head. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll come back for it later. So,” he says, grabbing the handle of his suitcase. “Which way?”
You hesitate but eventually decide this is a better plan than you awkwardly dragging a crate down several halls. Once you get Jungkook settled in, you can have Namjoon or Seokjin bring his things up. Jungkook is supposed to be your VIP guest, after all.
“This way,” you say, forcing your smile. “We’re incredibly grateful to have you here. Thank you for agreeing to do the social media takeover this week.”
“It’s not a problem.”
Keeping your smile in place, you gesture for him to follow. Bam trots along at Jungkook’s heels, tongue out and staring adoringly up at his owner.
Your smile turns semi-genuine, and you stuff both hands in your pockets.
“So,” Jungkook says as you walk. “When you say, ‘social media takeover,’ does that mean you’re planning on posting this week?”
Surprised, you glance sideways and meet Jungkook’s gaze. His brow is furrowed, as though something about this is concerning.
“We were planning to,” you say. “Why? Is something wrong?”
“No, not wrong, exactly.” Jungkook pauses. “It’s just… is there any way you could avoid posting until after I leave? Things can get kind of crazy, once I let people know where I am.”
You hesitate, unsure how to respond.
On the one hand, you understand his concern. Jungkook is famous, and it must be annoying to have groupies following him everywhere. Simply the thought makes your insides twist. On the other hand, you need to make money as quickly as possible.
“I get what you’re saying,” you say at last. “But you don’t need to worry about privacy. We can stagger the posts and make it unclear when they were taken. We also have police on hand in case things get out of control.”
Jungkook hesitates, and then nods. “Okay.”
“It’s just,” you say, feeling the need to explain, “my boss is hoping to increase sales over the holidays. And if we wait until after you leave to post, Christmas will have passed – and with it, the opportunity for last-minute trip presents.”
“Alright,” he exhales. “That makes sense. I guess it’ll be fine.”
He doesn’t sound one hundred percent convinced, but you hope it’s at least enough to keep him from calling Namjoon. The last thing you need is to push things back by a week.
It’s better to monitor social media reactions in real time. If you do everything beforehand and only release shots once Jungkook leaves, there’s a chance people might not react, and you’d be stuck without the chance to redo.
The elevator to the sixth floor – and Jungkook’s suite – is at the end of the hall, so you need to pass nearly every room to reach it. Nearing Namjoon’s office, the door swings open and your boss steps out.
“Jungkook!” Beaming, he sticks out a hand to shake. “So good to meet you at last. My parents are always talking about yours.”
“Likewise,” Jungkook says, shaking Namjoon’s hand.
Stepping off to one side, you stop beside Bam and cross your arms. Behind Jungkook’s back you mouth, traitor, at Namjoon, which he pointedly ignores.
“It’s great to be here,” Jungkook says. Subconsciously, he moves to stand beside you in the hall. “Y/N was just showing me to my room.”
“Was she?” Namjoon’s smile freezes. “Good, good. The mountain suite, right?” he asks, as though you might’ve stuck Jungkook in a broom closet.
“Yes, the mountain suite,” you say sweetly. “Only the best for our VIP guests.”
Clearing his throat, Jungkook looks faintly uncomfortable.
He does a convincing show of feigning humility, you must admit. You remember this about him from college. Jungkook was usually beside you on the couch at parties, observing the people like Leslie, who danced and sang.
This memory is accompanied by a twinge of self-doubt. It’s been a long time since college and you didn’t know Jungkook for long, but you did know him, however briefly. The fact that he hasn’t recognized you only reinforces your negative perception.
It’s only for a week, you remind yourself. You just need to get through this week, and then things can go back to normal.
“Well, we should be off,” you say loudly. “Don’t want to have Jungkook lugging his suitcase all around.”
“Oh,” Namjoon blurts. “Here, Jungkook, let me take that. You shouldn’t be carrying your own bag. I can, or we can –”
“No, no, no.” Jungkook wheels his large suitcase behind his back. “I insist. Thank you, though.”
Namjoon pauses, torn between ingrained hospitality and the need to respect a guest’s wishes. Eventually, the latter wins out and he takes a step backwards.
“Alright.” Namjoon looks at you. “Why don’t you give Jungkook a tour of the lodge, Y/N?” he offers as a compromise. “It’d be good to get him familiar with the Inn.”
You grit your teeth, seconds away from offering an excuse, when –
“That would be nice,” Jungkook says. “If you have time, Y/N, that is.”
“Well, actually –”
“She does,” Namjoon jumps in. “Y/N, I can get someone to cover whatever you have next.”
They both look at you expectantly, and you realize there’s no way to politely decline. Lingering awkwardness fills the air, making even Bam look somewhat distressed. Backed into a corner, you turn to Jungkook.
“Yes,” you say. “I have time.”
His expression softens, and he nods. Again, you remind yourself this is only for a week. You can be friendly for that long – as a professional of hospitality, this is what you train for.
“It’s no trouble at all,” you say, continuing down the hall. “Promise. Let’s get you to your room and we can go from there.”
“Okay.”
You don’t look back, but you hear Jungkook follow, with Bam trotting after.
Namjoon gives you a long look before leaving, slipping back in his office to shut the door. Left alone with Jungkook, you guide him to the elevator and – swiping your card – press the up button. The mountain suite is the most luxurious and private on the premises. It takes up the entire sixth floor, only accessible by private elevator at the end of the hall.
You tell Jungkook this as you enter, and Bam backs up to sit happily on Jungkook’s boots. Jungkook doesn’t seem to notice and, hiding a smile, you remind yourself dogs will love anyone. Even charming, duplicitous monsters.
Silence falls and, after a moment, you offer, “How was your flight?”
Jungkook glances at you in surprise.
“Good, I guess.”
You nod and face forward again, feeling silly.
It might be egotistical, but you really thought Jungkook would recognize you. Not recognize-recognize, but recognize in the, hey, you look familiar, kind of way. To meet him after this all time and get nothing leaves the inside of your chest feeling hollow.
Interrupting the world’s tiniest pity party, the doors to the elevator open to reveal the mountain suite.
Without meaning to, you exhale. The mountain suite has that effect on people, including yourself. Entering the room, you face floor-to-ceiling windows which display snow-covered mountains. A balcony lies beyond double doors, complete with a steaming hot tub and a twinkle-light trellis.
The elevator opens into the foyer, through which the main room is visible. You’re relieved to find the fireplace has been lit, its flickering flames casting shadows across the floor. To your right is a long hall which leads to the master bedroom.
Letting out a low whistle, Jungkook comes to a stop. “Wow, this is amazing.”
“I’m glad you think so,” you say, crossing the room to the kitchen.
Opening the fridge, you pull out a carafe and pour a glass of water. After a moment of hesitation, you take out a bowl and fill this as well.
“In case you’re thirsty after your flight,” you explain over your shoulder. “If there’s anything at all you need, please let me know. You can reach the concierge by dialing nine on that phone. Room service is also available 24/7 – I’d ask for our sous chef, Hoseok,” you add. “He’s the best.”
Leaning a hip to the counter, Jungkook watches you place a bowl on the floor.
“Is that for Bam?” he asks.
Confused, you pause. “Oh – yes. I hope that’s alright? Does he not drink tap water, or something?”
Jungkook hides a smile. “He’ll drink anything, don’t worry. He’s not used to being pampered like this. I’ll have high standards to live up to when we go home.”
“Oh,” you say. “Right.”
Leaving Bam to hydrate, you straighten and cross into the main room. “The blinds are on timers,” you explain, showing a panel near the balcony. “But they can also be controlled here, along with heating and lighting.”
Nodding, Jungkook follows and comes to a stop in the middle of the room.
“Cool,” he says, then pauses. “So. Are we ever going to talk about the fact that we know each other?”
Freezing, you glance at him in surprise.
He’s still wearing the puffer jacket, zipped to his chin over plain dark joggers. The beanie is gone, removed between here and the lobby and causing his hair to stick up messily in the back.
“I – what?” you blurt.
Not the most eloquent comeback but all things considered, you find it appropriate. Stricken, you watch as Jungkook walks closer.
“We knew each other in college,” he repeats. “You’re Leslie’s friend – Y/N.”
Coming to a stop, he looks down and you’re forced to tilt your head upward. He might not be as tall as Namjoon, but Jungkook is tall. You forgot that. You forgot a lot of things, apparently, including how easily his presence affects you.
When you remain silent, a flash of uncertainty crosses his features.
“You are that Y/N, right?” Jungkook asks. “I recognized you in the lobby, but then you introduced yourself as though you didn’t know me, so I thought maybe you didn’t remember, or –”
“I remember,” you cut in.
“Oh.” Jungkook pauses. “Okay, good.”
“I remember,” you continue, “but I didn’t think you’d remember me. You were the golden boy on campus, and I was just, well – your girlfriend’s friend.”
Something in his gaze flickers.
“Leslie and I didn’t date for very long,” Jungkook says quietly.
“I know,” you respond, turning away.
Maybe it’s rude to cut him off, but you foresee things going down a bad path if you continue this conversation. So far, things have gone smoothly, and you’d like to keep it that way. Silently, you repeat your inner mantra: last one week and Namjoon will give you a raise. All you need to do is not pick a fight.
Forcing a smile, you turn back around. “Do you need anything else before we start the tour?”
Jungkook stares at you another moment, then shakes his head. “No,” he says, crossing the room to grab his suitcase. Unzipping the side, he pulls out a dog bowl for Bam. “I’m good to go. Should I wear my jacket?”
“I would. We’ll see the rest of the lodge, and then maybe hit the slopes. That’s where you’ll be joining the kids class tomorrow.”
Setting the food bowl beside the water one you’ve presented, Jungkook looks up.
“Kids class?”
You nod, leaning a hip to the counter. “We’ve got a packed schedule for you this week. Tomorrow you have a kids snowboarding class with our instructor, Seokjin and the children’s coordinator, Jimin.”
“Anything else?”
“As a matter of fact,” – you pull out your phone – “I’ll send you the tentative itinerary. We’ve got a bunch of activities planned for photo ops. I’ll be joining most of them since I’m covering social media while we’re in between employees.”
Jungkook looks alarmed. “Photo ops?”
“If it’s the lighting you’re worried about, I wouldn’t,” you mutter, pressing send. “I’m sure you’d look perfect with a single lightbulb and zero makeup.”
A beat passes and, realizing what you’ve said, you glance up. Jungkook is looking, his lips pressed tightly together as though trying not to laugh.
“That’s… not what I was worried about,” he says.
“Oh. Good.” Ducking your head, you slip your phone in your pocket. “The schedule is just your typical, holiday stuff. A snowboarding class with kids, a cookie making contest, a Christmas Eve party. You know, the usual.”
“Sure, the usual.” Jungkook nods. “And while I take these photos, will I get to wear my own clothing, or is it strictly Christmas sweaters from here on out?”
You pause, surveying his body. “Do you want to wear only holiday sweaters?”
“No, not really.”
His voice comes out rougher than expected, and you tear your gaze away. He shouldn’t affect you the way that he does.
“Then I wouldn’t put that idea in my mind,” you say lightly. “We should probably start while it’s still light out.”
Never mind that it’s barely noon and there’s at least four hours of sunlight. The way Jungkook makes you feel is disorienting, as though you could be convinced to forget the past.
“Do you mind if Bam joins?” Jungkook asks. “At least until I can bring his crate upstairs. It’s safer this way.”
You pause, then nod and Bam’s tail thumps in agreement. Smiling openly, you place a second key card on the counter and head for the elevator.
Jungkook gets there first and, when he leans to press the button, you catch a whiff of cologne. Cardamon and peppermint – spicy yet sweet, making your heart beat a bit faster. It reminds you of a night you hold dear; your Christmas ghost from eight years ago.
Junior year was rough even outside of the whole Jungkook and Leslie drama. After your dad died, nearly everything seemed bleak and monotonous. Christmas was the worst of all, with neither you nor your mom knowing how to fill his void. That first year after his passing, your Christmas ghost gave you the courage to face a dismal holiday.
Things are better now between you and your mom. Ever since she began dating Romel, a lot of the pressure has eased and you’ve reached an understanding. You might not agree on a lot of things, but for the most part your mom leaves your decisions alone. The past three Christmases have been spent apart, with your mom and Romel traveling to new destinations every year.
This suits you fine since you enjoy work and holidays are hell in the travel sector. It’s nice to keep busy, but you no longer dread Christmas like you did that first year. You have your Christmas ghost to thank partly for that, since he reminded you there were still kind people left in the world. For a while, you were drowning, and he helped you find a way home. Literally.
You never got the chance to thank him. Several times you thought about going to Yugyeom’s house, knocking on the door, and asking about his friend. Each time, you’d chicken out and so, the years passed, and you never saw him again.
Despite this, you’ve always wondered. You hope your Christmas ghost is doing well, wherever he is.
Unlike you.
You’re faced with the prospect of a multi-hour tour with one of your least favorite people in the world. Plastering your fake smile on, you hold the elevator open as Jungkook and Bam join.
One more week, you remind yourself as the doors shut. Then, you’ll be free, and things can return to normal.
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“It’s too early for this,” you say, clutching your coffee cup like a lifeline.
Taking a large sip from his hot pink thermos, Seokjin nods. “I agree, but I’ve unfortunately dedicated my life to teaching children how to snowboard, and they always wake up at the ass-crack of dawn.”
“Is that the official time? Ass-crack?”
“Yeah. And your official name is smartass.”
You laugh, nearly choking on coffee. “Touché. Cut me some slack. It’s hard not to be sarcastic before 8:00 AM.”
“Yeah, well.” Seokjin takes another sip. “It’s good for beginners to have the soft snow. Ice makes it harder when they go downhill.”
You nod in agreement, willing caffeine to permeate your body faster. A few feet away stands Jimin, enthusiastically gesticulating to a small group of children. They giggle at his instructions, as the two in the back begin a snowball fight.
Watching them, you continue drinking your coffee. After a moment, you lean over to Seokjin.
“Should we stop them?” you ask, gesturing to the demons.
“No.” Seokjin takes another sip. “They’ll sort it out eventually.”
You nod and face forward. This class happens every morning, but today there’ll be a special guest: Jungkook. Jimin is gearing up to make the introduction as he asks the names of each child present. There will be ten in total, one of whom wears an Olympic snowboarding sweatshirt. Curly, black hair pokes out from beneath his bright blue ski cap.
Last year’s winter Olympics had record views, in no small part due to the Fantastic Four: the not-so-creative name for Jungkook Jeon and three of the more attractive snowboarders. Their images were plastered across the nation for months. You couldn’t enter a coffee shop without being accosted by Jungkook’s smiling face – minus the cheek scar, of course. They kept editing it out.
For an unknown reason, this annoyed you.
It made you recall a college night you’d rather forget. The night Leslie dragged you, Taehyung and Jungkook to some raucous frat party. Per usual, she left you after an hour, making friends with new people and taking shots with the soccer team in the kitchen.
You wound up on the basement couch and sometime around midnight, Jungkook collapsed beside you. Mussing his hair, he released a sigh.
Lips twitching, you looked sideways. “Not a fan of these parties?”
Jungkook shook his head. Glancing sideways, you started and realized how close you were. The tops of your thighs nearly touched.
“I’ll need the whole week to recuperate,” he groaned. “We introverts aren’t meant for this much social interaction.”
You lifted a brow. “What makes you think I’m an introvert?”
You thought Jungkook would be stumped or embarrassed at being called out, but an answer was ready on the tip of his tongue.
“You don’t ever start the conversation,” he explained, quiet. “You tend to keep to yourself. And you look kind of tired.”
Unthinking, you laughed. “I look tired?”
“Well, I feel tired,” he said, collapsing back on the sofa and closing his eyes. “And you look how I feel.”
Staring at Jungkook, you wondered how drunk he was. A red solo cup of something lingered by his thigh – swallowing hard, you forced your gaze to move upward. This became a mistake since Jungkook was looking at you and the force of his gaze was magnetic.
“What’s that?” you said, focusing on his cheek.
His brow scrunched. “What’s what?”
“That.”
Reaching out, your fingertips lightly brushed skin and Jungkook froze.
You remember this clearly. Remember the heat which filled the space between you, and the speed at which you pulled away. It was Leslie’s boyfriend you were semi-hitting on in the basement of a party.
“Uh, I’m going to get another drink,” you blurted, standing up from the couch.
You heard him call out your name as you left, but it was too late. Locking yourself in the lower floor bathroom, you stayed until you managed to regain your composure. Once finished, you left and stuck to Taehyung like glue for the rest of the night.
Jungkook went home with Leslie and a week later, the two of them broke up. Looking back, you should have known then Jungkook had cheater potential. Never mind the fact that you were an equal instigator.
Despite the memory – or maybe because of it – you have a soft spot for Jungkook’s cheek scar. The Olympic posters shouldn’t have erased it; everyone needs blemishes or they’re not real.
“Morning.”
Startled, you turn and find Jungkook before you.
Seokjin waves, single-handed and you manage a nod. Jungkook has on the same puffer jacket but now, he’s added bright red sweatpants. His hair’s been squashed beneath a ski hat, and there are snowboarding goggles pushed up on his head.
Catching you looking, he smiles, and you quickly look away.
“Not morning people?” Jungkook jokes.
Seokjin squints at the sun. “We’re sane if that’s what you’re asking. Are you one of those weirdos who gets up at dawn, like Yoongi?”
When Jungkook glances your way, you explain, “Yoongi is our concierge. You’ll meet him later today.”
“Oh, cool. And no.” Jungkook shakes his head. “If possible, I’d sleep until noon, but my schedule usually doesn’t allow it.”
“Good man.”
Reaching out, Seokjin offers Jungkook a fist-bump. The three of you stand together in silence, broken only by the occasional sips of coffee.
A few parents stand to one side, glancing curiously in your direction every now and again. You try to ignore them, hoping they’ll wander off before the class starts. One of the main benefits of having Jimin on site is it frees up the parents to take advantage of the Inn’s amenities.
Speaking of whom, Jimin is finishing up with his introduction.
Glancing your way, he raises his voice. “Before we go and get our skis,” he says. “I want to introduce today’s instructors. First, we have Mr. Seokjin – everyone say, ‘HI, MR. SEOKJIN!’”
Jimin gives a large, exaggerated wave and the kids follow suit. Handing you his coffee, Seokjin starts to jog over.
“HI, MR. SEOKJIN!”
“Hi, kids!” Coming to a stop, Seokjin places both hands on his hips. “Are you all ready to try a double black diamond?”
“YEAH!” yells the curly-haired kid.
Several other children look stricken and in response, Jimin glares.
“No black diamonds,” he says firmly. “We’re trying to get everyone off the mountain in one piece.”
“We… might break into pieces?” squeaks a young girl with pigtails.
Jimin backtracks. “Of course not,” he says, squatting down to eye level. “Mr. Seokjin is just being silly. And to be extra sure, we’ve brought in a second instructor!” Jimin looks up. “Everybody say, ‘HI, MR. JUNGKOOK!’”
Multiple heads turn, and several jaws drop when they see Jungkook.
“Jungkook Jeon!” the curly-haired boy squeals. “You’re my favorite snowboarder!”
Rushing forward, he wraps both arms around Jungkook’s waist to squeeze. Jungkook grins, hugging back as he lowers himself to eye-level.
“Are you excited to snowboard?” he asks, glancing around the circle.
A wispy girl with braids raises her hand and Jimin points at her.
“Yes,” he says. “Amber.”
Amber glances at Jimin, then Jungkook. “How… are we going to keep up with Mr. Jungkook?”
“Oh, don’t worry,” Jungkook says seriously. “We’ll go super slow and start at the beginning.”
“But I wanna go fast,” complains the boy whose arms are still around Jungkook.
Jungkook looks down in amusement. “Well, first let’s get you onto some skis.”
Reluctantly, he nods and retracts both his arms. You manage to snap several photos, saving them to review when you return to the lodge. Trudging behind the class, you follow Seokjin and Jungkook to the ski shed for rentals.
Hovering outside, you continue taking photos. It feels voyeuristic, watching them through the lens of an observer. Contrary to your employment, you’re not a great skier. You’re not bad, exactly. You can keep up with the others, make it down the hill, but you rarely enjoy it. You find little intriguing about icy wind in your face while seconds away from hurtling off a mountain.
Despite this, you like to watch people ski. It looks so freeing when it’s someone else doing it, and not yourself.
Flipping to your camera roll, you survey what you have so far. There are several good ones of Jimin and Jungkook strapping kids into boots. Another of Jungkook returning a little girl’s mitten. Him grinning widely as the curly-haired boy skis a couple of feet.
Covering the screen, you almost don’t notice when Jungkook appears beside you. Again, you jerk backwards but this time, he takes it in stride.
Lifting a brow, Jungkook tugs off a glove. “How terrible are the photos, Y/N? You can tell me honestly. I can take it.”
“They’re not bad,” you assure him, flipping the phone around. “See?”
He leans forward, and you try to ignore his fresh, peppermint smell. After viewing a couple, Jungkook frowns and looks up.
“We can do better. Seokjin!” Jungkook calls, whirling around. “Let’s line up these skiers to go crush some serious powder.”
“Tubular!” yells Seokjin and all the kids start giggling.
Like ducklings, they follow Jungkook in a row up the slope. Beginner lessons take place on the bunny hill, a man-made slope right before the ski lift. Jungkook is in the lead, with Seokjin in the rear – holding hands tightly with a small girl in a ponytail.
Once the entire class is in place, Seokjin puts on his skis and stands before them. Clasping both hands behind his back, he shuffles up and down.
“Distinguished guests,” he says. “By the end of this class, you’ll be flying down the slopes. Or at the very least, you won’t fall every time you move. Shall we begin?”
“YES!” yell back two or three, while the rest look worried.
Seokjin nods, taking this as acceptance.
He starts by teaching them to balance, and mass chaos ensues. Jungkook assists, still in his boots, adjusting their posture and distribution of weight. Even though his main sport is snowboarding, Jungkook knows what he’s doing on a pair of skis.
Once the kids have the hang of it, Seokjin returns to the front.
“Okay,” he says seriously. “Before we can go down the hill, there’s a few things you need to know. Who can tell me one of them?”
When no one raises a hand, Jungkook drops to his knees. This makes him their height, and all of them giggle when he stretches up his arm.
Snapping a photo, you smile at the screen. The shot is adorable – Jungkook, wide-eyed and sincere while the children are laughing. Your guests will love it.
“You.” Seokjin points at Jungkook. “The ridiculously old child.”
More laughter ensues as Jungkook pouts.
“We need to learn how to stop,” he says in a squeaky voice. “And how to go slowly.”
“Excellent!” says Seokjin. “Ten points to Gryffindor.”
“But I’m in Ravenclaw.”
“Whatever.” Seokjin gestures to Jungkook’s skis. “Get on your skis, and let’s go.”
Over the next half hour, Seokjin teaches the kids how to snowplow. They practice repeatedly, until there’s minimal falling occurring each round. Once Seokjin is satisfied they won’t poke an eye out, he leads them to the edge of the bunny hill.
The first one down the slope is the curly-haired kid in the Olympic jacket, and Jungkook whoops with excitement. You’re glad you wore snow boots because you’re forced to trudge up and down after them, taking photos.
There’s a conveyor belt lift on the bunny hill, but you feel funny riding it without skis. Seokjin has his hands full trying to make sure the kids go forwards, not backwards. Even Jimin has joined in, having returned from an arts and crafts fest in the lodge.
On your twentieth trudge up the slope, Jungkook snowplows to a stop mere inches away. You sputter, jumping backwards to avoid being drenched by his snow.
“Sorry!” Jungkook gasps, shoving his goggles upward.
“It’s fine,” you sigh, shaking water from your coat. “Don’t worry about it.”
Jungkook nods and moves closer.
“Are you going to ski?” he asks.
“I – no, I wasn’t planning on it.” Glancing at him, you frown. “I need to take pictures, remember?”
Jungkook holds out a hand. “I can take a few photos for you.”
“But… you’re the one we’re photographing,” you say. “We specifically need photos of you.”
“And you’ll get them.” Jungkook grins. “I can do selfies – ‘A Jungkook Takeover,’ or something. Come on, it’ll be fun! And you can put on a pair of skis yourself. I feel bad with you all the way over here, watching.”
When you still don’t move, a knowing glint enters his gaze.
“Or is there something else going on here?” Jungkook muses. “Y/N.”
“What?” you say, looking anywhere but at him.
“Can you… not ski?”
“I can ski,” you huff, still avoiding his gaze. “It’s just been a while, that’s all.”
“Well, lucky for you, there’s an Olympic snowboarder here to teach you.”
“Snowboarder,” you say, turning fully to face him. “Not skier.”
His grin widens. “So, you’ll do it?”
“Fine,” you groan, handing over your phone. “Although I truly don’t understand what you’re getting out of this.”
Jungkook merely shrugs, and you turn around.
“Be right back,” you call. “Need to grab boots and skis from the shed.”
Somewhat irked at your willingness to go along with his pleading, you stomp towards the shed and emerge minutes later with fresh boots and skis.
Shuffling towards the bunny hill, you stare down at the snow. Funny how earlier, you called this barely a hill. Now, the ten-degree angle feels more like forty. Swallowing hard, you remind yourself this is fine. Kids have been skiing up and down this all morning; there’s no way Seokjin would allow it if there was a risk.
“Are you alright?”
Turning a little, you find Jungkook beside you. Your phone is still in his hand, although it’s pointed away from you both. His expression is full of concern and, not wanting to unpack this too much, you turn away.
“I had a bad fall,” you say softly. “When I first got here. I haven’t skied much since.”
“Ah.” Jungkook considers, then looks down the slope. “When I first started to train for the Olympics –”
“How is this going to help.”
“Getting there.” His upper lip quirks. “When I first started training, I was terrified of competition. Snowboarding seemed different when there was an audience. I hated the pressure of having people watching.”
Uncertain, you glance at him from the corner of your eye.
“What did you do?”
Jungkook exhales. “My teacher said to use the energy. He said nervousness is another form of excitement, and I needed to learn how to embrace it. So, Y/N – use it.”
“That’s it?” You stare. “Embrace my nerves?”
“Yep.” Pushing himself off one ski, Jungkook moves behind you. “The other thing he said,” he says, voice close to your ear, “was sometimes, you just need a good push to start.”
You barely have time to register his words when his hands find your waist. He pushes you forward and then, the entire world rushes past.
Rushing is a bit of an overstatement, but you yelp anyways. On reflex, your knees bend and lock in the skiing position.
“JUNGKOOK!” you yell. “YOU’RE DEAD!”
The children are squealing as Jungkook skis alongside you. He’s got the camera on, you realize, pointed backwards to give a silly grin. Tearing your gaze away from him, you force yourself to concentrate on Seokjin at the bottom.
Legs trembling, you remember Seokjin’s instructions and squeeze your thighs together. Snowplowing to a stop, you stand there shaking a moment before you turn.
You’re winding up to yell at Jungkook – when one of the children runs up and gives you a high-five.
“You did it, Ms. Y/N!” she exclaims.
You pause when she says this because she’s right – you did do it. You made it all the way down the – admittedly, bunny – hill and only felt a moderate amount of terror. Mostly, you were pissed at Jungkook but there was a small amount of freedom at the end.
Jungkook has reached the bottom by now and is skiing towards you. He’s still holding the phone in one hand, and you realize he’s live streaming when he comes to a stop.
“And now,” Jungkook says, turning the camera around, “an interview with the eldest member of the class. Y/N, did you find your training to be satisfactory?”
“Well,” you say, glaring at the man behind the camera, “there were a few things I found lacking.”
Jungkook mock-gasps. “Are you calling Mr. Seokjin a bad teacher?”
“No!” you huff. “That was supposed to be a slight at your teaching ability.”
“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.”
Shuffling closer, you try to grab the camera. “You should probably cross ski instructor off your list of potential post-Olympic careers.”
“And social media manager,” he jokes, keeping out of arm’s reach as he turns the phone in his hand. Jungkook makes a silly face. “I have no idea if I’m even in frame.”
“Give me that,” you say, reaching out for the phone.
The front of your ski catches on his and for a moment, you flail. Jungkook lunges forward to steady you, but this only serves to entangle you further. In what seems like comedic slow-motion you fall, maneuvering just in time to avoid Jungkook’s ski. Unfortunately, the last-minute twist means you land on his chest.
Both legs sprawled to one side, you find yourself in the same position for the second time in as many days. Unwittingly, your gaze lands on Jungkook and you find him staring back. One of his hands has curled around your waist, as though he sought to take the brunt of the fall.
For a moment, neither of you moves and the world itself seems to still.
Then, someone purposefully clears their throat off to the side.
You remember who you are. Who he is. What you’re doing – and that Jungkook was live streaming when you fell. Slowly, you turn and find the phone face-up in the snow, still pointed at you, capturing you both in frame.
As gracefully as possible, you shove yourself backwards. Standing in skis is difficult but you manage with Jimin’s assistance. Seokjin helps Jungkook to his feet, and you see him hastily cutting the live stream from the corner of your eye.
Once you’re up and – relatively – dry, Seokjin clears his throat.
“That was an excellent example of what not to do,” he says to the class. “Make sure you always stay a ski’s length away from other skiers on the slopes. It was a great transition into the final portion of class, though – how to fall!”
Giggles ensue, with more than one child pretending to fall towards their neighbor. Seokjin walks them through the basics, explaining how to fall backwards, avoiding using the hands as much as possible.
“Twisted ankles and broken wrists!” Seokjin yells, skiing between participants. “Two of the most common injuries on skis! Good – good job, Manny!”
“Mr. Seokjin,” says Manny, looking slightly green as he hauls himself up. “What if we do get hurt on the mountain? What then?”
Seokjin squats down beside him.
“Don’t you worry about that,” he says seriously. “You’re not going to get hurt. And even if you do, we’ll be there to help. See that super cool snowmobile by the ski shed?”
Glancing to where Seokjin points, Manny nods.
“If you can’t ski down, one of us will come get you on that,” Seokjin tells him. “And we even have a ranger station, halfway up the mountain with all kinds of medical supplies. Just in case.”
“Okay,” Manny exhales.
Seokjin nods and stands, pointing at Jungkook to demonstrate a fall – which he does, with great flair. The kids all squeal in excitement, and the rest of the class passes without incident. Jungkook returns your phone the next time your paths cross, seeming like he wants to say more, but you pretend Jimin is in dire need of assistance and ski off.
Parents gather at the end and Jungkook dutifully poses for photos with multiple families. You’re surprised by this, since Jungkook’s agent said he didn’t want to be disturbed. This made you picture a grumpy, spoiled athlete but Jungkook has proven exactly the opposite.
You take advantage of his occupation to head for the shed, changing into your snow boots before Jungkook can stop you.
Back in the lodge, you collapse on the sofa before a roaring fire. With a mug of Hoseok’s wicked hot chocolate, you reluctantly sort through the photos you took.
The shots at the beginning are kind of awkward, with the kids standing stiffly and looking at Jungkook with rapture. As time goes on, they relax, and you find yourself holding some winning shots.
Entering the Inn’s Instagram account, you pause when a text from Namjoon appears on your screen. After a heavy exhale, you click on his name. Namjoon is probably telling you off about the live stream from earlier. You can’t imagine seeing famed snowboarder Jungkook fall in front of however many people went over well.
When you open Namjoon’s text, it’s not what you expected.
He’s sent you a still from the live stream. It must have been taken right before you fell, since Jungkook is grinning and holding the camera at arm’s length. You’re jumping, trying to get the phone back and – startled, you blink – you’re smiling ear to ear.
That’s unexpected. You didn’t think you were happy, but you also fail to see why this would warrant a message from Namjoon. Before you can think on this further, your phone dings again and you see Namjoon’s texts.
Namjoon: nice job, Y/N! That live stream is already circulating on Jungkook’s fan sites. The Inn’s Instagram followers are climbing [9:14 AM]
Namjoon: whatever you’re doing, keep it up! Jungkook’s fans are loving the Inn and it’s ‘mystery woman’ [9:17 AM]
Mystery woman?
Dizzy, you return to Instagram and search for a Jungkook fan account. To your dismay, the live stream has indeed been reposted, and people are already commenting beneath.
There are a couple of posts about how cute the kids are, how cool Jungkook’s run was – but mostly, people want to know who you are.
Snowbunny73: did you see the way Jungkook went up behind her?? I WISH!
EasilyEliza: omgomgomg he looks SMITTEN
GregsEgg: are you looking for a sugar daddy? Looking for short, female companion who wants to travel and likes expensive bags
Anya901: miss you, baby – when are you coming home?
JeminaCrickett: I’ve been saying I want Jungkook to squish me for YEARS and this girl went out and did it TT teach us your ways!!
There are more, but you feel slightly nauseous and hastily put your phone down. In no version of your social media plan did you envision yourself being part of it. For a moment, you stare into the fire and then, remembering you have hot chocolate, bring this to your lips.
The chocolatey warmth makes things better and, by the time you reach the middle, you’ve convinced yourself this is fine. Nothing about the plan has inherently changed.
So, Jungkook’s fans are intrigued by your chemistry. They’re intrigued because of Jungkook, not you and that’s all you need to get his fans through the door. If you need to post a couple photos with a flirty edge, that’s also fine. You can cast Jungkook in a romantic light without developing feelings for him yourself – can’t you?
Swallowing, you finish the rest of the mug. The fact that you’re skeptical has you worried. If today has proven anything it’s that Jungkook’s as charming and handsome as he was eight years ago. Likely nothing else has changed from eight years ago, either.
And yet, the thought gives you pause.
It was eight years ago Jungkook cheated on Leslie. They hadn’t been dating long and he was basically a child. Possibly you’re being too harsh by continuing to hold a grudge. Especially considering you haven’t spoken to Leslie in over a year.
Shaking your head, you stand from the couch. It’s too much to contemplate after one interaction, so you leave the quandary to address at a later date. Right now, you need a hot shower, a change of clothes and your laptop so you can plan out the rest of this week’s posts.
So that, to quote Namjoon, you can keep on doing whatever it is you’ve been doing.
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The rest of the day passes in a blur. Down several staff members, you’re expected to fill in wherever you’re needed and so, by the time dusk rolls around, you’ve helped Jimin wrangle children, assisted Tonja in decorating a tree and wound up in the kitchen.
Mashing potatoes in a gigantic bowl, you pause to wipe sweat from your brow. Hoseok’s holiday playlist transitions to the next song and your stomach lets out a loud gurgle.
Pausing his cooking, Hoseok stares over the burner. “Y/N,” he says, appalled. “When was the last time you ate?”
“Uh.” Resuming your mashing, you look away. “I don’t know? I think I had some toast around lunch.”
Hoseok presses pause on the music. Groans from the rest of the kitchen staff arise from this decision.
Ignoring them, Hoseok stares. “Think?” he says. “And toast? Here, Y/N, take this” – removing the masher from your hand, he replaces this with a bowl – “and go eat in the break room before you collapse. Please.”
You’re about to protest when you accidentally inhale. Hoseok’s French onion soup wafts towards your nostrils and your remaining shred of willpower crumbles.
“Ugh,” you say, resigned. “Fine. This smells absolutely amazing, Hobi.”
Snapping a towel, Hoseok shoos you away. “Obviously. Now, leave before I call Yoongi to come get you. Your mashing was terrible, anyways.”
Sticking out your tongue, you grab the soup bowl and leave, as requested. Hoseok’s right – you’re a terrible cook and possibly caused more harm than help.
Pushing open the side door, you enter the break room and come to a stop. The staff room is one of your favorite places at the Inn, outside of the mountain suite. Most of the best views have been turned into guest rooms, but this space has been the exception. When Namjoon’s parents wanted to replace this with a suite years ago, Namjoon put his foot down.
Situated at the back of the lodge, the entire right wall is made entirely of glass. Through it the ski slopes are visible, red lights from the lift blinking against darkened snow.
Pulling out a chair, you seat yourself at a table. Inhaling the warm scent of onion and bread, you lower your spoon and take a first sip. No surprise, it’s heavenly. It’s a wonder Hoseok hasn’t been snapped up by a rival lodge yet. Or possibly he’s had offers, but respects Namjoon too much to leave.
The head chef of the Inn is a friend of Namjoon’s parents, but between the members of the staff, he’s wildly unpopular. The guy stops in a few times a week to approve the menus and taste-test some food, then leaves. Hoseok is the one running the show, and it’s better that way.
By the time your spoon scrapes the bottom of the bowl, you’re stuffed. Leaning back, you exhale and stare out the window. The Inn feels peaceful in a way you don’t often find during the holiday season. Ever since your dad’s death, you’ve treated the time as an odd sort of limbo.
The holidays are full of mixed emotions. On the one hand, you love them but on the other hand, they remind you of your dad. He was the Christmas champion in your household, decorating the day after Thanksgiving to a playlist he made before Halloween.
There were so many traditions you celebrated. A hot chocolate bar the day your finals ended. Terrible caroling at the nursing home your mom worked at. Getting pizza Christmas Eve because of the one year your dad burnt the turkey and you had to order out.
Closing your eyes, you remind yourself it’s okay to feel conflicted. It’s okay to want to celebrate but to be sad he can’t be a part of it. When you open your eyes again, the lights on the ski slope blur and you realize they’re full of tears.
Wiping them away, you almost don’t notice your phone buzz on the table. Scrambling, you see your mom’s name a second before pressing answer.
“Y/N!” she declares, her face filling the screen. “How are you?”
Shifting in your seat, you hope your mom can’t tell you’ve been crying.
“Good,” you say, forcing a smile. “How are you and Romel? What’re you doing?”
“Oh, we’re going well!”
Twisting the phone, your mom shows Romel on the balcony of their hotel, a cocktail in hand. Spotting you, he waves enthusiastically. You can’t help but smile as you wave back, and the camera returns to your mom.
It took a while to get used to the idea of your mom being with someone who wasn’t your dad. She started dating Romel two years after your dad died, which led to yet another tense Christmas between the two of you.
After many years and therapy, you’ve come to understand the good Romel does for your mom. She was so snappish after your father’s death, and now she’s less so. More relaxed. Romel was the reason your mom started reaching out to you more, picking fewer fights about stupid things.
It took longer than you’d like to admit but, once you came around, you never looked back. Nowadays, Romel is as much a part of your life as is your mom. Still, he isn’t your dad and Christmas was always a special time between the two of you.
“What have you guys been up to?” you ask.
“Oh, this and that.” Your mom hums. “We’re taking a scuba diving lesson tomorrow, can you imagine? Romel is nervous about being so far underwater, but if those horrible Berkshires can do it, so can we!”
Hiding your smile, you nod in agreement.
The Berkshires are your least likable neighbors on your block. They’re the type who would call the police if your party was too loud, or Christmas lights too bright. Your father always combatted this by pointing the baby Jesus in your manger stubbornly in their direction.
“I’m sure it will be fine, mom,” you assure her.
“Oh, I’m sure it will be. I just got off the phone with your aunt and she’s on her way to her in-laws for the holidays. Are you taking time off this year, Y/N?”
Making a non-committal noise, you toy with your soup spoon.
“Maybe,” you say with a shrug. “The Inn is kind of slammed right now. I think I’ll be working over Christmas.”
“Hm.” Her brows knit together. “You know, Romel and I could always cut our trip short. We could come home, get a tree and you could stay with us. Or – we could come to the Inn!” she suggests. “We’d love to see you in action.”
“Mom – no, no,” you hasten. “I’ll be working, so I won't be able to spend time with you. Plus, you and Romel like traveling over the holidays. I’d feel bad forcing you to stay home.”
Your mom pauses. “Okay, well. Let us know if you change your mind, alright? We’re happy to come.”
“We are!” Romel yells in the background. “I’ve never skied, but if your mom can convince me to dive in the Mariana trench, I’m sure she can get me down a mountain!”
“It’s not the Mariana trench,” your mom laughs. “That’s in the Pacific. This is much less –”
Their conversation continues, and you find your gaze drifting towards the window. Lights sparkle against the dark snow, and you feel the slightest twinge of regret.
You know your mom means well and would change her plans if you asked. Selfishly, you enjoy working during the holidays. Your therapist once said you’re holding onto the past by not allowing new memories to replace the old, but it’s one piece of their advice you’ve yet to take.
Realizing your mom is saying your name, you blink and return to the present.
“Sorry, what?”
Your mom gives a rueful smile. “I was saying your dad would’ve loved visiting your Inn around Christmas. I’ve been following the Instagram account and your photos seem to get better every year.”
“Yeah,” you say quietly. “He would have loved it.”
Something tentative passes over your mom’s expression.
“Y/N,” she says, but before she can continue, the door bursts open behind you.
Light floods in from the hall and you twist around in your seat. Jungkook freezes on the threshold, and after a moment, you turn back.
“Mom, I have to go,” you say lowly. “I’ll talk to you soon, okay? Merry Christmas!”
She hesitates, as though wanting to continue, but nods.
“Merry Christmas,” she says. “Love you.”
“Love you,” you say, and hang up the phone.
Setting this on the table, you take a moment to composure yourself, then turn around. Jungkook continues to stand framed in the doorway, looking slightly awkward.
“Oh.” He glances into the hall. “I’m sorry for interrupting. I can leave if you want to finish your phone call. I didn’t mean –”
“No, it’s fine,” you say, pushing your chair back to stand. “Were you looking for something?”
Jungkook hesitates, glancing over your features. You wonder if he notices your red-rimmed eyes and hastily look down.
“Yoongi told me the view is best from this room,” he says, only to frown. “Are… are you okay, Y/N?”
You pause, considering.
“I don’t know,” you say at last. “How can you tell?”
Jungkook’s lips twitch as he steps fully in, letting the door shut behind him.
In the dim light, with him dressed in what looks like flannel pajamas, you aren’t sure how to act. Talking to your mom always leaves you feeling raw, as though her words grind away an outer layer.
“I’m probably not the best person to ask,” Jungkook admits. “I spend so long smiling for other people, it’s hard to know what’s real anymore.”
His words deflate you, a swift punch to your lungs. Hiding a wince, Jungkook comes to a stop several feet away.
“Sorry,” he says. “Too honest, huh?”
“Just honest enough. That… was my mom.”
“Ah.” Jungkook pauses. “Are you close?”
You look at him. Really look at him and try to see past who he was to you in college.
Jungkook is bigger than before. Broad shoulders, narrow waist and muscular thighs which strain his red pajama bottoms. He looks like a man, not a boy and you wonder if that’s actually so. 
Swallowing hard, you look up and find Jungkook focused on you.
“I – yeah.” You pause. “And no. It’s complicated.”
His smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “I get that. I’ve been away from my parents for so long that at this point, it's just kind of… strange when I see them.”
“At least you have both of them.”
The moment the words leave your lips, you wish you could reach out and stuff them back in. You thought you were done being the jealous, angry child but something about being with Jungkook brings back the past.
He doesn’t seem to take any offense though, simply considers the statement.
“I – I’m sorry,” you stammer. “That’s not what I meant, I…”
“No, it’s fine,” Jungkook says. “You’re right. I do have them, and I’m lucky for it.”
“Yeah. But also, not everyone has good relationships with their parents. You shouldn’t have to appreciate them just for existing.”
Jungkook lifts a shoulder, then lets it fall. “And sometimes things are in-between. My parents are good people, but they’re closer to my brother because he was home. A lot of my growing up happened on my own. My parents are proud of what I’ve accomplished but in a lot of ways, they don’t understand me. Hard for anyone to understand, I guess.”
You stare at him a moment, unsure what to say.
It doesn’t seem you need to say anything, since Jungkook waits a moment, then looks out the window. Examining the mountains, he exhales and a similar peace to what you felt before passes over his features.
“You like being busy during the holidays,” he says.
It’s not really a question, but you answer anyway.
“I do.”
“I get that.” He nods. “I’m the same. Being at home just makes me feel more like an outsider.”
“Why are you telling me this?” you blurt, unable to hold it in any longer. “I mean, just… we don’t know each other well.”
Jungkook turns to look at you. “No, I guess not.” He pauses. “I’ve just spent a lot of holidays alone and thought… well, I don’t know. Thought you might want company.”
You stare at him another moment, something warm unfurling within your chest.
Jungkook doesn’t look away, and you wonder again how he can be the same person. According to Leslie, this is the guy who cheated on her. Not just cheated but let her walk in on him having sex with another person and simply brushed it off.
Strangely, the story is starting to feel like an outlier here. Based on everything you’ve learned about Jungkook so far, he doesn’t seem like the type of person who would hurt someone so carelessly. You wonder if maybe – possibly – you misjudged him.
“Yeah, okay,” you say finally. Turning around, you head for the couch by the windows. “Hoseok banned me from the kitchen, anyways. It’d be nice to have some company – quiet company,” you correct, glancing over your shoulder. “I’m not one of those people who talk to relax.”
Lips twitching, Jungkook nods and follows your lead.
True to your warning, he remains quiet while seating himself on the other end of the couch. Nearly three feet apart, he stares at the mountains in silence. You do the same, although every now and again, your gaze darts to Jungkook.
This is just for tonight, you tell yourself. A night of truce before returning to normal.
The next time you turn, Jungkook catches you looking and offers a smile. It transforms him, lighting up his features and you remember his comment from earlier. I spend so long smiling for other people, it’s hard to know what’s real anymore.
Oddly enough, you find yourself hoping he’s being real with you.
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“Twenty-five new bookings.” Namjoon looks up, impressed. “And it’s all thanks to Y/N’s genius live stream.”
Applause follows from Jimin and Hoseok, and you slump in your seat.
“But it wasn’t my idea,” you protest. “Jungkook decided to live stream when he took my phone. It was all him.”
“Still.” Namjoon opens his laptop. “Your Instagram posts have gotten more traction than anything else we’ve posted this year. Granted, half the comments are about how hot Jungkook is – but there are a lot of people saying how pretty the resort is, as well!”
Yoongi nods. “I’ve been fielding a lot of phone inquiries. People want to know if we’re full for New Year’s.”
“See?” Namjoon jabs a finger in your direction. “I was right. This is working!”
“For now,” you agree.
“That’s all we need.” Leaning back in his seat, Namjoon exhales. “We’ve got five more days of Jungkook, so let’s make the most of it. Any thoughts?”
After a pause, Jimin raises his hand.
“We’re making ornaments with the kids this week,” he says. “It seemed like Jungkook’s fans liked seeing him with children.”
“Good.” Namjoon types this up on his laptop. “I’ve got that down. What else?”
“Tree decorating,” says Yoongi. “Jungkook could decorate a tree in the lobby, or something.”
Behind Yoongi, the door to the conference room opens.
“Or cut down a tree,” Jimin offers. “People love that lumberjack stuff.”
“Yes, yes – great. What else?”
“I’m down for tree chopping,” Jungkook says as he enters. “It also might be fun to do a holiday movie marathon. We could set things up in the lobby and Hoseok could make more of that amazing hot chocolate.”
“Great idea,” says Namjoon, frantically typing. “And thanks for joining us, Jungkook. You can take the seat beside Jimin.”
Jungkook nods. Before sitting, he exchanges a complicated high five with Jimin which leaves you speechless. They must have been spending time together to make up something so intricate – opening your laptop, you pull up a chat with Namjoon.
Y/N: was it necessary to invite him?
Y/N: we don’t typically invite guests to staff meetings
“We invite guests to staff meetings when said guest has increased our bookings by fifty percent,” Namjoon says, answering your question out loud.
Glaring, you sit back and try to appear as innocent as possible. Namjoon is looking at you though, which makes it fairly obvious whose question he answered.
“Sorry,” you say, apologizing to Jungkook. “Typically, these meetings are staff only. I just wanted to be clear what we can discuss.”
“Totally understand,” Jungkook says, hiding his smile.
Internally, you curse Namjoon for constantly putting you through hell. Once you get through this week and collect your raise, you’re planning on never speaking to him again.
Hoseok clears his throat. “We could do a cookie-baking championship,” he suggests. “Shows like the Great British Bake-Off are huge. I’m sure Jungkook’s fans would love to see him baking.”
“That’s a great idea,” says Seokjin.
Even Yoongi nods at this. Hoseok beams and sits back, and you drum your pen on the table. You’re searching for a flaw but find nothing, much to your disappointment. It’s a great idea that’ll lend itself well to a dozen social media sites.
Already, you’re planning Instagram stories, before and after cookie photos and a Twitter poll for followers to vote on the winner. Before you can articulate any of this though, Yoongi lowers his phone.
“Who should participate in the cookie contest?” he asks, not looking your way.
You realize the suspiciousness of this the moment Namjoon avoids eye contact.
“Staff should join,” Namjoon says. “And some of the guests. Let’s post flyers in the lobby to gauge interest.”
“On it,” says Yoongi, taking note.
“Which staff,” you grind out.
Namjoon glances at you. “So, here’s the thing.”
“My fans like Y/N,” says Jungkook, surprising everyone. “So, Y/N should join.”
“I – what?” you say, taken aback.
It’s one thing to hear Namjoon say it. He’s in this to make money, increase follower count and gain bookings. It’s another entirely to hear Jungkook say it out loud, as the person for whom this could inevitably crash and burn.
Turning to face him, you meet his gaze. Jungkook sits slouched in his seat, legs spread in a way that makes your blood boil.
His brow sketches upwards. “You were on the live stream,” he explains, as though you haven’t seen. “A lot of my fans thought the fall was funny, and –”
“They find your dynamic interesting,” interrupts Namjoon.
Jungkook glances at Namjoon, and something unspoken passes between them. You find yourself wondering what Jungkook’s fans have said, but everything fades when Yoongi interjects.
“They thought Jungkook and Seokjin were funny, as well,” he says. “So, we should probably include Seokjin as a baker.”
“Done and done.” Namjoon nods.
“Whoa, hang on,” you sputter. “I didn’t agree.”
“Are you not a good baker?” Jungkook asks innocently. “Is that the problem?”
“There’s no problem.”
“No?” A teasing smile crosses his lips. “So, you’re in?”
Meeting his gaze, heat simmers, and you find yourself daydreaming about how satisfying it’d be to wipe the smirk from his face. The moment you think this, your gaze drops to his lips and now you’re thinking how soft they look.
Shit.
“Fine,” you say tightly. “I’m in. Anything for the Inn, right?”
“Right,” Jungkook says, voice low.
He still doesn’t blink, and another moment passes before Seokjin clears his throat.
“I’m in, too,” he says loudly. “In case anyone was wondering.”
Looking away, you find yourself grateful for the interruption. There’s a current buzzing under your skin, as though you’ve stood outside in a storm.
“We weren’t,” Namjoon says pleasantly. “But thank you, Seokjin. Moving on.”
He continues with the list for the week, filling up Jungkook’s schedule. You do your best to focus, but it’s hard with Jungkook sitting across from you.
Whichever way you turn, you meet Jungkook’s gaze, and your stomach flip-flops. Jungkook must be continually watching since you seem to make eye contact with him without fail.
This is Jungkook, you remind yourself. He crushed your best friend in college, and he’ll crush you too, no matter how much you hope that he’s changed.
Something about this rings hollow, and you can’t help but call into question Leslie’s account of the story. It’s something you’ve been considering since late last night.
While you and Leslie were good friends in college, you’ve barely spoken in the years since. After graduation, you drifted apart. You moved to a new city, became known within the tourism industry and Leslie was struggling to find a new job. Things were strained until finally, Leslie stopped responding to your calls altogether.
You kept trying, even flying out to her city, but it soon became clear your friendship was best left in the past. Leslie ended up a kind of crappy friend in the end – a source of vindication for Taehyung, who hadn’t liked her from the start.
Still, it’s hard to shake the memory of Leslie after they broke up. She was genuinely hurt when things ended with her and Jungkook, no matter what happened to your friendship after. This is what you cling to, fortifying yourself against the effects of Jungkook’s gaze.
Unless – your instincts are right, and something about Leslie’s retelling was off. Sneaking another glance, you find Jungkook looking back and rather than turn, you meet his gaze head-on. Jungkook’s lips lift in a smile and now, it’s your heart that flip-flops.
Forcing yourself to look down, you realize you might be already in trouble.
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“Alright, so here’s the vision.” Yoongi opens his eyes. “There are eight contestants, all of whom are competing for the same prize: holiday cookie glory.”
You and Jungkook exchange a quick glance at your table.
Yoongi, for better or worse, has really gotten into his role as master of ceremonies. Much of the past hour has been spent listening to directions you consider unnecessary. Never before have you heard the word fondant said so often, nor with such enthusiasm.
You and Jungkook are at the same table, much to your dismay. Each contestant has been given a holiday apron to wear over their clothes. Yours says Santa’s Helper, while Jungkook has a cup of eggnog and says, I Put the Rum in Rum-Pa-Pum-Pum.
The rest of the aprons are normal – one designed to look like Santa’s coat, another like an elf, and then there’s Seokjin’s. An outline of Santa and the phrase I Do it For the Ho’s. Jimin put duct tape over the word Ho’s and wrote Cookies before approving for broadcast. Apparently, the competition is supposed to be family friendly.
Aside from you, Hoseok, Seokjin and Jungkook, four other chefs have been selected from the guests. Yoongi decided these on a first come, first serve basis. Currently, everyone has taken their place at long tables in the lobby. Other guests stop to watch the proceedings, some taking photos of Jungkook at your table.
Midway through Yoongi’s lecture on toppings, Jungkook leans over.
“Is he being serious,” he mutters, keeping his mouth as still as possible.
Your upper lip twitches. “Super serious, I think.”
“Y/N.”
Hearing your name said aloud, you snap to attention and realize Yoongi is glaring at you from the front.
“Yes?”
Yoongi places both hands on his hips. All he needs is a cooking spoon to emulate your mother, scolding you for eating too many after-school snacks.
“Are you even listening?” he asks.
“Uh, yes. For sure. I’m listening.”
“Right. How long do you have to decorate your cookies, then?” Yoongi asks, testing your knowledge.
Swallowing, you start to panic a little – until you see Jungkook holding up a single finger.
“One minute,” you blurt.
Yoongi stares. “One hour, Y/N. Pay attention.”
Another guest raises their hand and Yoongi moves on. Keeping still, you wait until Yoongi answers before turning to Jungkook. He’s already laughing, both sides shaking as he tries to stop.
“It’s not funny!” you insist, although you smile.
“One minute?” Wiping his eyes, Jungkook straightens. “You wouldn’t even have time to roll the fondant.”
You groan. “If I never hear the word fondant again, it’d be too soon.”
He laughs again, throwing his head easily back. You didn’t think your joke was that funny, but Jungkook seems to find it hilarious. When he lowers his gaze, his eyes are bright.
“I take it you don’t watch a lot of holiday baking shows?” he teases.
“Nope. I’ve never made icing from scratch, let alone tried to decorate with it.”
Jungkook lifts a brow. “Revealing your weakness to the enemy?”
“Are you supposed to be my enemy?” you ask. “Forgive me for assuming the Olympic snowboarder doesn’t have much free time to bake.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. I made cookies every Christmas Eve with my grandma until she passed away. I’m a pro.”
Sobering slightly, you watch as Jungkook reties the strings of his apron. He doesn’t look upset, but you recognize the dimness in his gaze, the way his lips tighten when he speaks in past tense.
“I’m sorry,” you say quietly.
He glances at you. “It was two years ago. Don’t worry about it.”
“Still.” You shrug. “It’s hard. My dad died eight years ago and it’s still difficult during the holiday season. Part of the reason I’m working, I guess.”
Jungkook hesitates, as though he wants to say more, but before he can start, Yoongi clears his throat.
“Five minutes!” he yells, stepping onto a chair. “Jimin” – he points a spoon, and Jimin waves – “will be streaming on Instagram during the competition. He’ll walk around, show viewers the cookie progress and post a Twitter poll at the end to decide the winner. Sounds good?”
“Yes,” the group choruses.
Yoongi nods, and steps down. Namjoon wanders over and the two begin speaking in hushed tones, with Namjoon gesturing at his phone. Shifting your weight to your heels, you scan the materials before you. Without something to do, you begin to reorganize.
“So.”
Turning, you find Jungkook watching with an unreadable expression.
“Yes?” you ask, sliding a pastry cutter across the table.
“Are we… ever going to talk about college?”
Your fingers freeze halfway to the dye.
“I… what about college?” you stammer.
Jungkook tilts his head, as though to read your mind.
“I tried to talk to you – after,” he says, glossing over the word. “I saw you once in the library, and called out your name, but I don’t think you saw me. You were packing up your things…?”
He trails off, his words a silent question and you busy yourself with the sprinkles, your heart pounding erratically. You remember the night he’s talking about. It was the week before midterms, and you were holed up in your usual spot in the library. Jungkook entered with his usual entourage, and you remember being overcome by how casual he appeared.
He sat at a nearby table, and you attempted to ignore him but eventually had to move. When you began packing your things, Jungkook glanced up and saw you – and waved. You remember him calling your name, but you were too furious to respond.
Rather than confront him, you left.
Now though, you find yourself wondering.
It was strange for Jungkook to behave so normally in the library. He acted as though he hadn’t done anything, and wasn’t that a little confusing? If things occurred with Leslie the way she said they did, Jungkook would have acted differently.
At the time, you chalked it up to men being men, but maybe there’s more to the story. Before you can ask though, Yoongi hurries forward.
“Places, everyone – places!” he calls. “Is everyone ready? Baking materials ready to go?”
You nod and face forward, feeling oddly unsettled. Fingers hovering above your materials, you wonder why Jungkook would bring up that night. So many questions with little time for answers as Jimin scurries in place and points the phone’s camera at Yoongi.
With minimal theatrics, Yoongi kicks off the contest and explains its rules. Jimin follows Yoongi as he strolls down the aisles, stopping beside your table.
“And here we have the Inn’s general manager – Y/N!” Yoongi waits for you to wave. “And internationally renowned snowboarder, Jungkook Jeon!”
Jungkook also waves, ducking his head with a smile.
You used to think his bashfulness was for show, but the more time you spend with him, the more convinced you become that Jungkook is the real deal. His dichotomy is ridiculously attractive. With his eyebrow ring, lip ring and a full sleeve of tattoos, he could easily be intimidating – and yet, he wears holiday aprons, sleeps in red flannel pajamas, and has a goofball puppy.
Jimin and Yoongi continue to the next table, with Yoongi announcing the Bergman’s behind you. Glancing at Jungkook, you find him measuring ingredients.
Feeling you watching, he lifts a brow. “You ready, Y/N?”
“Born ready,” you say. “You know what they say around Christmas.”
“Never get involved in a land war in Asia?”
You laugh, surprised by The Princess Bride quote. “No. I was going to say you better not cry when you lose, but yours is better.”
Jungkook’s lips twitch but he doesn’t respond, and Yoongi yells, “GO!”
The cookie baking begins, its rules shouted by Yoongi while he walks around. An hour and a half for baking, an hour for decorating and ten minutes for plating.
Jimin wanders the room as well, catching shots of you sifting dry ingredients, cracking eggs, and getting flour everywhere. By the time you finish combining the wet and dry bowls, the words Santa’s Helper look more like Satan’s Helper on your apron.
You weren’t lying – you truly are terrible. Instead of adding the dry ingredients slowly, you dump them in at once and – poof – send flour flying. Your recipe requires an egg yolk, and you’re fairly sure some of the shell gets mixed in.
True to his word, Jungkook also told the truth. He really is good, and you watch open-mouthed while he mixes batter, rolls fondant, and gathers ingredients in the time it takes you to preheat your oven.
You had a vague, naïve hope you might win at the start but now, you’re simply hoping you don’t come in last. Returning from the bathroom, you scope out the competition and find – no surprise – Hoseok is kicking ass. He’s made some sort of chestnut praline cookie which looks both delicious and complicated. Seokjin has gone in the opposite direction with basic sugar cookies and icing that’s little more than reddish soup.
He seems to think he’s doing great though, based on the supportive words he croons at his batter. Returning to your table, you hesitate, then pick up powdered sugar.
“So,” Jungkook says casually. “Is there prize money attached to the competition?”
“Apart from your appearance fee?” you tease.
Glancing over, you immediately regret your decision. Jungkook has rolled up the sleeves of his sweatshirt while he works, and his forearm tendons are prominently visible. You stare at him, mesmerized before you regain composure.
“My appearance fee was for staying here,” he says with a grin. “A couple of Instagram posts. I don’t remember staff meetings being included.”
“What can I say? Namjoon likes to get his money’s worth.”
Jungkook laughs. “That’s for sure.”
“It was nice of you to agree to the discounted rate, though,” you add, voice lowered. “I don’t know that we could have afforded your actual retainer.”
He’s quiet for a moment, filling a pastry bag with colored icing. Tying off an end, he tests this on a napkin and appears satisfied by the result.
“Yeah, well.” Jungkook pauses. “Let’s just say, this came at a good time. I’ve been looking to lay low for a while.”
“What for? Crowd of admirers getting you down?”
Jungkook is silent, and after a moment, you glance sideways. Dropping your spoon back in the bowl, you find yourself stricken by the look on his face.
“I didn’t mean to –”
“No, it’s okay,” he says, looking up. “It’s just, you know – fame isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. I know it’s a cliché, but it’s true.”
Nodding once, you pick up your spoon. “It does seem stressful. Always having to present a certain image to the public.”
“Yeah, it can be stressful.”
He says nothing more, and the two of you fall into a comfortable silence. Preparing your cookies for the oven, you lift the sheet and feel a hand on your wrist.
Surprised, you look sideways and find Jungkook before you. He hovers, gaze dropping minutely towards your lips. A streak of flour rests below his jaw, and you fight the sudden urge to wipe this away.
“I – yes?” you ask, breathless.
His gaze snaps upward.
“Sorry. I just wanted to make sure you know… that I’m happy I’m here.”
The words are innocuous, but the tone Jungkook uses is anything but. Staring back at him, you find yourself struggling to think of a response.
Before you can decide, Jimin pops up between you.
“What do we have here?” Gleeful, he films the withdrawal of Jungkook’s hand. “Y/N, how are your cookies coming along?”
Swiftly, you place the sheet on the counter.
“Terrible,” you say. “I’m awful at baking.”
“Better than Seokjin,” Jimin comments, zooming in on your tray. “Actually – I don’t know. It’s kind of a toss-up. Are these cookies supposed to be a specific shape?”
“They’re stars,” you say with a glare.
“Right, sure. And Jungkook.” Jimin turns the camera on him. “What were you doing before you decided to feel up our general manager?”
Jungkook’s cheeks turn bright red, and you would scold Jimin but are too preoccupied by how cute Jungkook looks. Unable to look you in the eye, he gestures towards his pristine tray of shortbread.
“I’m making alfajores,” Jungkook explains. “Once these are in the oven, I’ll work on the dulce de leche sauce and then, I’m adding some holiday touches.”
You and Jimin stare, open-mouthed.
Recovering fast, Jimin twists the phone around to show his expression. “You heard it here first, folks,” he announces. “Our sous chef, Hoseok, has some competition.”
Before Jungkook can protest, Jimin is already moving to the next table. He films the Ahn’s while you and Jungkook take your trays to the oven.
Time passes and by the time you’re plating, you’re well-aware your cookies are at the end of the spectrum. Not as bad as the Ramirez’, who burnt the bottom of their cookies, but nearly as bad as Seokjin’s utterly flat sugar cookies. (“Butter was too soft,” Jungkook mutters).
Once the cookies are plated, Yoongi makes a big deal of tasting while Jimin films. Hoseok has to hold you back when Yoongi tastes yours, makes a face and nearly spits it back on the tray. You complain he’s biasing the viewers, but Yoongi insists he’s telling the honest truth. You find out later he’s right when you taste your own batch.
The Twitter poll has only been up an hour when Jungkook is declared the winner. Hoseok is a clear second, although Jungkook’s fans all admit in the comments that Hoseok’s were better. You manage enough votes to refrain from last place, but not nearly enough to keep the teasing at bay.
Jungkook posts a selfie to the Inn’s story, proclaiming his win and you fight a smile when he returns your phone.
“You didn’t have to do that,” you tell him.
He shrugs. “I’m happy to help.”
You nod, but Jungkook continues to linger. He doesn’t seem to want to leave, and you feel your heart quickening the way it did earlier.
Namjoon appears by your side.
“Y/N, we have a problem,” he says grimly.
Startled, you turn and find Namjoon holding his phone. The print on his email is too small to read and so, taking this from him, you zoom in. After reading the first sentence, your eyes widen.
“Shit,” you mutter.
Jungkook glances between you. “What’s wrong?”
Seeming to realize Jungkook is there, Namjoon winces. “Nothing, nothing. Just a small issue with the Christmas Eve party.”
You nearly laugh at the understatement.
Based on the email, the chef catering Christmas Eve has come down with the flu and can no longer attend. As a gesture of goodwill, Namjoon gave the kitchen staff the night off and hired a catering company to run the Christmas Eve party.
Without a caterer, you’ll need to see if some of your employees can make it. Already you know this won’t work – most of the serving staff have plans with their families, and more than a few are planning to go out of town.
Rubbing your temples, you exhale. “Can we find someone else?”
“Who?” Jungkook asks.
“Our caterer for Christmas Eve pulled out,” you explain. “We need to find someone new, ASAP.”
“I have a few thoughts.” Namjoon pulls up another list on his phone. “I’ve made some calls, and most places are booked, but there’s a new restaurant in town that might be free. Only problem is, I’ve never eaten there, so I have no idea if the food is good, or–”
“We could try the place out,” Jungkook suggests.
Namjoon pauses. “You could… what?”
“We could do a test dinner.” Jungkook glances at you. “Y/N and I could eat at the restaurant, see what the food is like and report back.”
You stand there, open-mouthed, unable to believe what you heard. Jungkook said we – and doubled down by adding Y/N and I. That would mean you and Jungkook going alone.
Together.
For dinner.
“Well.” Namjoon shifts his weight to his heels. “That would be helpful. Are you sure you don’t mind?” he asks Jungkook. “You’re here on vacation. Some of the staff can go instead.”
You know Namjoon is walking a careful line between dismissing a guest’s suggestion, and not wanting to give work to your celebrity.
“I want to go,” Jungkook says seriously.
“Well.” Namjoon looks at you. “As long as it’s okay with Y/N.”
He’s giving you a way out and what you should do is take it. If you had any sense at all, you would not go to dinner with Jungkook.
“Yes,” you blurt. “I’ll go.”
Both of them stare at you, as though they expected you to decline. Unsure what to do next, you wait another moment, then nod.
“Well, alright,” you say briskly. “I’m going to bed. See you later.”
Before either can respond, you hurry away, untying the strings of your apron.
Once you reach your room, you slam the door and stand there for a moment, leaning your head to the wood. Once your breathing is under control, you open your eyes. Staring at the ski slopes, you force yourself to think calmly.
The night has been full of uncertainty – why would Jungkook bring up that night in the library? Why are you questioning Leslie? – and there’s only one person who can cut through the nonsense. Stepping into your room, you pull out your phone and dial a number.
Taehyung answers on the third ring.
“HELLO?” he yells, FaceTiming you from what’s clearly a bar.
Waving a hand, you smile at your best friend.
Taehyung calls, “WAIT A MINUTE,” and begins to maneuver outside.
You wait patiently while he does this, watching him open a door for his breath to immediately frost.
“Y/N!” Beaming, Taehyung pulls the screen closer until it’s only his eye. “What’s up?”
“Taehyung,” you say with a sigh. “I need help.”
Returning to a normal view, his brows lift. “You’re saying you need help? Oh man, this must be good. What happened? Avalanche?”
“Nothing like that,” you say, then pause. “Jungkook is here.”
Taehyung freezes, and for a moment you think the call has dropped. Then – a sharp bark of laughter, his camera jerking upward as Taehyung disappears from frame. The sound of him laughing drifts towards you and when Taehyung reappears, you glare.
“Jungkook, as in Jungkook?” he says gleefully. “As in, college Jungkook? Snowboarder Jungkook? Star of a thousand unfulfilled sexual fantasies Jungkook?”
“That’s the one. Minus the last bit.”
“Interesting.” Taehyung props his chin on his fist in mid-air. “So, what’s the dilemma?”
“The dilemma… is I think I agreed to go on a date with him.”
“With Jungkook.”
“Yes.”
Taehyung laughs again. “Wow, okay. And again – what’s the problem?”
Your eyes widen. “The problem,” you hiss, voice dropping, “is Jungkook cheated on Leslie back in college! Or did you forget?”
You expect Taehyung to wince, recoil or curse Jungkook out and are surprised when he barely reacts. Slowly, he nods and looks away.
“And?” Taehyung asks.
Your jaw drops. “And – what? Jungkook cheated on Leslie! It crushed her! I know you never really liked Leslie, but even you have to agree cheaters suck.”
Taehyung considers, chewing his lower lip. “Okay, so. Don’t take this the wrong way –”
“When has something good ever followed that?”
“– but Leslie is a shady bitch.”
For a moment, you’re stunned.
“Taehyung…” You stare. “What are you talking about?”
He shrugs and rubs his temple. “I’m talking about how Leslie was with you versus how she was with other people. She was jealous, two-faced, and always talked about people behind their backs. Do you want to know the real reason you stopped being friends after college?”
You hesitate a moment before nodding.
“It’s because she was jealous,” Taehyung says bluntly. “Leslie liked to surround herself with hurt people because it made her feel better about herself. The second you started to do well, she cut you off.”
“That’s not true,” you blurt.
“Isn’t it?” He cocks his head. “The only reason I tolerated Leslie was because she made you happy, and things were pretty rough after your dad died. She was never a good friend though, Y/N. You deserved better.”
“I – are you drunk, Tae?”
“No.” He considers. “Well, yes. But that’s partly why I’m being honest.”
Shaking your head, you swallow. “So… you hated Leslie the entire time we were at college?”
“I didn’t hate her. But yeah, I didn’t trust her. Leslie was fun, but she only cared about herself.”
“Even if that’s true,” you say. “Even if Leslie was a terrible friend and only cared about herself – that doesn’t change the situation with Jungkook.”
“Doesn’t it?”
You give him a look. “Why would it?”
Taehyung shrugs. “I mean, I trust your judgment way more than I trust Leslie’s. I don’t believe you’d agree to go on a date with Jungkook if you thought he was truly terrible.”
When you stay silent, he lifts both brows.
“Well?” Taehyung asks. “Do you think Jungkook is a terrible person?”
“No,” you admit. “I don’t.”
“Well, then, there you go. Why don’t you just ask Jungkook what happened? Maybe it was all a big misunderstanding.”
“A misunderstanding where his dick slipped into the wrong person?”
Taehyung snorts. “Look, if he actually cheated on Leslie – yeah, that’s fucked. You should be wary. But if not…”
“If not?”
“I don’t know.” He pauses. “I feel like there’s more to the story.”
“Taehyung, you’re drunk,” you say with a laugh. “Any advice you give should be served with lime and salt.”
“What’s the worst that can happen?” he counters. “You go on this date, Jungkook confirms he cheated, and you get a free meal. Win.”
“Well, it’s not a date, per se.”
Taehyung pauses. “What do you mean?”
You explain about the canceled caterer and Jungkook’s proposal to test a restaurant in town. When you get to the part of becoming roped in, a familiar light enters Taehyung’s eyes.
“I see,” he says, drawling the word. “So, Jungkook has volunteered himself for a mission to save the lodge?”
“Kind of.”
“And, while you’re also going on said mission, he didn’t actually say the word date?”
“Well, no, but –”
 “Y/N.” Taehyung grins broadly. “Go get that superstar dick you want so badly.”
“Taehyung!” you sputter, nearly dropping your phone.
He’s cackling now, dancing around in the snow outside the bar. When Taehyung finally recovers enough to respond, both his nose and cheeks are red.
“Y/N,” he says seriously. “You clearly like this guy. I say, trust your instincts and go on the not-date. Then, let me know how good he is in bed.”
“Taehyung. I am not –”
“Yeah?” Taehyung yells offscreen. “Yeah, yeah – hang on! I’m dealing with a crisis!”
When he returns to the phone, you shake your head.
“Go inside,” you tell him. “Believe it or not, this was semi-helpful. Go have fun with your friends, okay?”
Taehyung grins. “Will do! Alright, cool – I’m going to go finish my drink. Text me tomorrow and let me know how it goes. And let me know when I can come visit this Inn!”
“Okay, will do.” You nod. “Bye!”
Yelling goodnight, Taehyung hangs up and you return to your home screen. Without your best friend’s yelling, the room feels strangely empty.
Turning around, you stare out the window and survey the slopes. Right now, Jungkook is probably returning to his room to feed Bam. Crossing the room to your bed, you open Instagram and scroll to the Inn’s page. Jimin has already uploaded several videos to your Story of the cookie competition.
Opening the first, you find a shot of Yoongi eating your cookie and nearly spitting it out. You look pissed, Hoseok’s arms around your waist to hold you back but it’s Jungkook, at your side, who catches your gaze.
He looks at you, eyes bright and it’s hard to believe someone with that expression could be capable of what Leslie said.
Taehyung is wrong, you realize. The worst that could happen isn’t a terrible date and a free meal. The worst thing that could happen is you fall for Jungkook, only for him to prove you right and break your heart.
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The next day dawns, bright and cold on the slopes.
Seokjin is up early with his beginner class, Hoseok bakes cookies for the Christmas Eve party and Namjoon is welcoming a visiting ambassador and her family. There are no events scheduled for Jungkook until the late afternoon, which means you find yourself pulled in several different directions.
After lunch, you head for Jungkook’s suite and run into him and Bam in the hall. Today’s photoshoot is of them in the snow. You’re saving shots of Jungkook snowboarding until the last day, when a sports photographer is visiting and has agreed to snap photos in exchange for a discounted rate.
Exiting the lodge, you squint at the brightness and pull out your sunglasses. Taking control of the shoot, you position Jungkook at the ski lift with the slopes in the background. Bam is enthusiastic about the photos, barking excitedly each time you toss snow in the frame. Once you have enough options for today’s Instagram post, the three of you head back inside for Hoseok’s hot chocolate.
Jungkook holds open the door, allowing you to enter and you can barely meet his gaze. You can’t stop remembering the cookie contest; the way he said your name, his vascular forearms, and the casual way he insisted on going to the restaurant together.
“So, I was thinking,” Jungkook says, interrupting your thought.
Glancing upward, you find him looking almost nervous. The main door to the lodge falls shut behind you, and you begin to unbutton the top of your coat.
“Thinking about what?” you ask.
“We should ride to the restaurant together tonight. I have a driver who can pick us up if you want. We could leave around… seven?”
“Seven sounds good,” you agree. “I can drive us though, Jungkook. I have a car.”
“I know. I just thought you might be more comfortable if you didn’t have to drive.”
Butterflies alight in your stomach, and you wonder what, exactly, he thinks might distract you.
“Just how drunk should I plan on getting?” you tease.
Jungkook’s cheeks flush. “You don’t have to drink,” he counters. “I just thought, with the snow and all –”
“I’m kidding, Jungkook,” you laugh. “A driver would be nice. Let’s meet in the lobby at seven?”
“Perfect.” His head bobs.
“I’m sorry about my outfit in advance,” you add, aware that you’re rambling. “I know this isn’t a date or anything, but I feel like I should dress nicely and all I have here is a single sweaterdress. So, I’m sorry.”
A wordless emotion passes over his features, although it’s gone so fast, you think you’ve imagined it. Did Jungkook think this was a date? If so, that wasn’t clear from your conversation with Namjoon.
Before you can press this issue, Jungkook takes a step closer. Glancing down, he pauses, and you breathe in his scent of cardamom and peppermint.
“I’m sure you’ll look beautiful,” he murmurs.
Before you can think of an appropriate response, Jungkook turns away.
“I’ll see you tonight,” he calls, heading down the hall.
You stare after him until, with a shake of your head, you realize you haven’t responded. If this is any indication of how tonight will go, you might be in trouble.
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You are in trouble, you realize, when Jungkook knocks on your door.
“Coming!” you yell, tossing your lipstick in your clutch.
Part of being general manager means you stay in one of the suites during peak season. It’s easier than driving back and forth into town; during the summer months, you rent an apartment but during ski season, it makes sense to live on site.
Hurrying through the front room, you yank open the door to reveal – Jungkook, looking immaculate. Words fail you momentarily, and you stare.
He’s dressed in a dark turtleneck covered by a blueish gray peacoat. His hair has been styled, pushed back from his face in a devastating manner. You’re so busy staring, you only realize belatedly he’s doing the same to you.
Eyes wide, Jungkook takes in your outfit.
“Wow,” he exhales. “I – you look amazing.”
On instinct, you glance down and check what you’re wearing. Your only formal dress has been saved for Christmas Eve, so tonight you chose a sweater and pants. Admittedly, the pants are kind of tight and the sweater is low-cut, but you didn’t have Jungkook in mind when you selected them. Definitely not.
To avoid seeming as though you planned this for him, you step into the hall and pull the door shut.
“Thanks,” you say, turning around. “Um, should we go? You know, to taste the menu. At the restaurant.”
Jungkook’s lips twitch. He nods, holding out a hand to gesture you first. You nod, walking past and attempting to conceal your rapid heartbeat. The elevator to the lobby is silent on the way down, and you glance sideways at Jungkook.
“Where’s Bam?” you ask.
Jungkook looks at you and again, you’re taken aback by how handsome he is. Taehyung’s words run through your mind, unbidden. You clearly like this guy. It’s incredibly annoying how Taehyung is always right.
“He’s with Jimin,” Jungkook answers. “Bam had a love at first sight moment.”
You laugh, facing forward. “A lot of people tend to have that moment with Jimin.”
It could be nothing, but you swear Jungkook stiffens slightly at your comment. Before either of you can continue, the elevator dings and you enter the lobby.
His car waits at the curbs, idling with the driver in its front seat. The moment you exit the Inn, your breath frosts, and you shiver. Luckily, the backseat is heated, and you let out a sigh as your butt hits the leather.
Following quickly, Jungkook shuts the door and gives his driver the address. Settling in, Jungkook gazes out the window as the car pulls away. The drive is a fantastic view, you must admit.
Hammond is the town closest to the Inn, a tiny place with only a few thousand locals. They go crazy around Christmastime, with what seems like a tree for each permanent resident. The Inn is situated above Hammond in the mountains, but its lights are visible as you wind down the road.
“I’m sorry if I forced you into coming tonight.”
Surprised, you glance sideways and find Jungkook looking back.
“I – well, you didn’t force me. I could’ve said no.”
He gives a half-smile. “I guess. I only wanted to help, but I got the impression Namjoon wouldn’t trust a stranger to judge a restaurant’s cooking.”
“You’re right about that,” you admit.
“We don’t have to sit together if it makes you uncomfortable. I can sit at a different table, or –”
“Jungkook,” you interrupt. “I’m glad we’re going together. Okay?”
Visibly relaxing, he sinks in his seat. “Oh. Okay.”
Hiding a smile, you look out the window and watch the town grow gradually closer. The drive to Hammond is one of your favorite parts of the Christmas season. It’s almost a shame you need to live at the Inn every December. Lights are wrapped around each available surface, covering trees, poles and crisscrossing the road overhead.
Jungkook marvels at this, and you nearly smile. Catching yourself just in time, you shift in your seat to look out the window.
Ten minutes later, you’re pulling in front of a snow-dusted awning. Rosa’s says the placard hung above the restaurant. The place looks idyllic, set with the mountains in the background.
You’re so focused on this that you fail to look where you’re going when you step from the car.
“Ah!” you yelp, sinking ankle-deep into snow.
“Are you okay?” Jungkook rushes around.
Shaking your foot free, you wince. “Yeah,” you sigh, stepping onto the sidewalk. “Apart from a complete lack of coordination.”
“You hide it so well, though,” Jungkook says, offering an elbow.
Accepting this, you allow him to lead you inside. Jungkook’s expression is deadpan, until he sees you looking and grins.
Realizing he was joking, you laugh. It slips out before you can stop it and Jungkook’s smile brightens to an unnatural degree. It rivals even the Christmas lights as you enter Rosa’s.
Stopping at the hostess stand, Jungkook gives his last name, and you wait to be seated. You asked Namjoon if he wanted this to be an official tasting, or just a blind test of the food and he preferred the latter. So now, you and Jungkook are led to a quiet corner table with a view of the mountains.
Jungkook seats himself across the table, pulling out the menu to frown at its contents. He’s a concentrated reader, you realize – full of furrowed brow and slightly moving lips. You’re too busy watching Jungkook instead of your own menu, so when he looks up and asks what you’re drinking, you have no idea.
“Uh,” you say, glancing down and saying the first thing you see. “I’ll have an old fashioned.”
His brows arch. “You like whiskey?”
“Sure,” you say, laying your menu flat. No chance of backing out now. “Don’t you?”
“Nope.” Casually, Jungkook follows suit. “Way too strong. I like sweeter drinks. I think I’ll get a glass of Sauvignon Blanc.”
“… in the winter?”
Unconcerned, he shrugs.
Something inside you twists. You like this about him. You don’t want to and yet, you like the fact that Jungkook orders the drinks he wants when he wants and doesn’t care what people say.
The waiter stops at your table and, after giving your order, silence falls between you. You glance out the window and in the corner of the room, a pianist starts playing Have Yourself a Merry Christmas.
“Do you eat in town often?”
When you glance back, you find Jungkook looking at you.
“No, not really,” you say. “Hoseok’s cooking pretty much tops everyone else.”
“True.” Jungkook pauses, then adds, “But where do you go when you go out?”
“Out?”
“You know, with friends. Or on dates.”
“Dates?” you say, blinking.
His brow furrows slightly. “Do you not date, then?”
“I…” Fiddling with the edge of your napkin, you try not to think about the handsome man seated across the table and how this isn’t a date. “There aren’t a lot of options at the Inn.”
“I mean, there’s a bunch of guys there. Seokjin, Jimin, Hoseok…”
“Not really interested.”
“Tonja?”
“I’m straight,” you say, and he nods. “What about you?” you ask, changing the subject. “I’m sure people must be throwing themselves at your feet.”
The arrival of your drinks interrupts the conversation, and you patiently wait while the waiter retreats. Picking up his glass, Jungkook swirls it once before taking a sip.
“I guess,” he says. “It’s hard to date seriously with all of my traveling.”
“I feel like some people wouldn’t mind.”
Jungkook pauses, then looks at you quizzically. Before he can follow up, the waiter stops by to take your dinner order. Once he disappears, you lean forward.
“Can I be honest?”
Jungkook pauses. “Go ahead.”
“You’re not what I expected,” you say.
He seems vaguely amused. “What were you expecting?”
“Well. I… didn’t have the greatest impression of you back in college.”
Jungkook goes still, and your courage slowly drains.
Taehyung wanted you to ask Jungkook what happened with Leslie, but facing him now, you find yourself at a loss. If you fuck things up, there are still several more days left to go on his contract. It would be stupid to ruin this just to give yourself peace of mind.
That’s what you tell yourself the reason is, anyways. Not that you’re a coward and asking him for the truth and it being unfavorable would potentially break you.
Jungkook lowers his glass. “What was your impression of me back in college?”
“I thought…” After a moment of hesitation, you go with the easy answer. “You went from girl to girl. You always had a crowd of people around you.”
“You thought I was a player.”
It’s close enough to the truth that you nod.
Jungkook’s expression is oddly intent. “And what do you think now?”
“Now…” You force yourself to hold his gaze. “I think my impression of you may have been wrong.”
Something in his eyes lightens. In the corner of the room, the pianist begins to play O Tannenbaum.
Changing the subject, Jungkook asks about Christmases spent with your mom. You explain about Romel and before that, your mom and dad together. Speaking about your dad is hard, but Jungkook is patient and before long, you find the words pouring out.
He responds in kind, explaining he has a younger brother but they’re not super close. All the years spent touring and training took their toll. Jungkook plans to train for the next Winter Olympics and then, he thinks he might be done.
“It takes up a lot of time,” he explains as your dinner arrives. “I’d love to be able to just relax and figure out who I am off the slopes.”
“I can’t even imagine the type of pressure you’re under,” you say, taking a bite of your pasta. So far, the food has been excellent – Namjoon will be happy to have a crisis averted. “Having so many people watch you. Knowing a single run counts for everything.”
Jungkook nods. “Yeah. It never gets easier, either. Some of the novelty wears off, but the pressure just changes – never decreases.”
“And after your last run,” you blurt without thinking. “The one during last year’s Winter Olympics. How can you even top that? I remember the announcer said it was the cleanest, most difficult pass they’d ever seen and – what?” you say, noticing his expression.
“Nothing.” Jungkook’s lips twitch. “I didn’t realize you were a fan.”
Immediately, your cheeks heat. “I’m not. I just watched the Olympics, that’s all.”
“Hm. Who won men’s curling, then?”
“Well, that’s not fair,” you say. “No one watches that.”
“More should.” Jungkook grins. “That’s not the point, though. The point is you watched my run and thought I was good.”
“I know you’re just fishing for compliments,” you say, “but you deserve to hear how awesome you are. I mean, I’m sure you hear it all the time. I haven’t told you that yet, though.”
“No,” he says softly. “You haven’t.”
There’s weight to his words beyond the usual meaning. For a moment you stare, pasta forgotten on your fork.
“For what it’s worth,” Jungkook continues, “I couldn’t do your job, either.”
“Oh, really? You’re literally doing my job right now.”
He shakes his head. “I’m just posing for photos with my dog in the snow. I’m glad I can help, but I could never do what you do for the Inn. I see the way people look at you, the way they gravitate to you for advice. What you do is important, so don’t say that it’s not.”
His words steal your breath away and oh, now you’re in danger. Before, you thought you could go to dinner and keep things professional but there’s nothing professional about the sudden urge to climb over the table, straddle Jungkook’s thighs and kiss his damn mouth to keep him from saying such wonderful things.
“I don’t know,” you say when you’re able to speak. “You’re impressing an entire nation, Jungkook.”
His gaze ignites at your words. “I don’t really care about the nation right now.”
Your body’s response is immediate and visceral. Thighs pressed together, your fingers tighten on the napkin – not tapping, for once. Right now, your attention is focused solely on Jungkook.
Dinner slips past, with conversation and wine flowing. By the time you return to the Inn, you’ve texted Namjoon several smiley faces and fifteen thumbs-ups about the restaurant. He tells you to go tf to sleep and turns off his phone, which you show to Jungkook and results in a near-minute of laughter.
You realize you’re tipsy after you pay – Namjoon gave you his credit card – and step outside. Snow is falling, light flakes falling from a grayish sky. Turning around in a circle, you stick out your tongue to catch two or three.
Jungkook watches in amusement from a few feet away.
“Brr,” you say, moving closer. “Aren’t you cold?”
“A little,” he admits. “My driver should be here soon. I texted him when we paid.”
“Okay, cool.”
You continue to shiver though and after a moment, Jungkook steps closer and unzips his coat.
“Here,” he says. “The lining is down, so it’ll be warmer than your peacoat.”
A moment of hesitation follows, then you slowly step forward to slide your arms around his waist. A million thoughts are running through your mind – this is Jungkook – but all of them quiet at the scent of peppermint and cardamom.
“I like your cologne,” you mumble, turning your face into his sweater.
Jungkook chuckles, shaking your frame.
“Thanks,” he murmurs, and you hear where the words start inside his chest.
You listen to Jungkook’s heartbeat, loud and clear. Its thumps are uneven, as if Jungkook might be as nervous as you are. Forcing yourself to exhale, you tilt your chin up to his.
Jungkook stares back and, after a moment, closes his arms around you.
It’s been a long time since you allowed yourself to care during this time of the year. Longer since someone made you want to try. For so long, you’ve kept yourself hidden because if the feelings can’t reach you, they can’t hurt you.
In the snow with his arms wrapped around you, you find yourself wondering if maybe, this was a form of hurting itself.
Headlights swing onto the street and, recognizing the car, you take a reluctant step back. Jungkook opens the door, letting you in and following suit.
The way to the Inn is quiet, a different sort of tension in the space between you. Subtly, you move your hand closer on the leather seat.
Jungkook shifts, barely noticeable and ends up slightly closer. The heat from his hand is a tangible weight against your pinky finger. Something curls in your gut as you stare straight ahead.
Outside of Hammond, there’s barely any lights except the car’s headlights. In the corner of one eye, Jungkook’s profile is barely visible against the dark of the night. On the seat between you, his hand shifts even closer.
You still when his thumb lightly brushes your finger. Without speaking, Jungkook takes your hand and gently flips it over. Lightly, his index finger drags down the center of your palm.
Inhaling slightly, your fingers curl around his. You see Jungkook smirk, and he does it again. And again – until you can no longer stand it, twisting sideways to face him.
His eyes are nearly black with hunger, mirroring your own. Your lips have parted on instinct, and his gaze drops to them as though drawn.
The car beneath you has slowed and far in the distance, you see lights from the Inn. Your stomach plummets at this because it’s too soon. You want to stay here forever, in this half-space with him. With a large amount of effort, Jungkook looks over your shoulder and the car comes to a stop.
“We should go in,” he says, little more than a rasp.
“Mm. We should.
You don’t move though, and neither does he.
“Y/N… we should go in,” he exhales, sounding pained. “You only just started giving me the time of day. I’d hate to ruin things by moving too fast.”
He’s right. You know Jungkook is right and somehow this makes you want him even more. When he reaches across you to open the door, you grasp his jacket.
Jungkook stills, turning his head.
You hesitate, then kiss him before you lose the nerve. Just once, to see what it feels like – but as you start to pull away, Jungkook’s hand comes up and cups the back of your head. He pulls you closer, kissing you deeply as you lose your breath.
Before you can fully dissolve, Jungkook lets go and moves himself backwards. His breathing is heavy, staring at you as though he thinks he might fall.
“Well.” Jungkook exhales. “That was –”
“Goodnight,” you squeak, and push open the door.
He blinks. “Y/N…”
“Nope,” you say, whirling around. “I need to go. Now. Before I change my mind and ruin what you said you wanted.”
Jungkook’s jaw works, and you know what he’s thinking. He’s thinking you could both head inside right now, rip off each other’s clothes and destroy everything he said about going slow. If you did that though, there’s no telling which of you would still be here when you wake up tomorrow.
“Fine,” he says. “Yes. Go inside.” Groaning, Jungkook flops back on the seat to press both fists to his eyes. “I need a fucking cold shower.”
You laugh in surprise, spinning around to enter the Inn. Snow is starting to fall as you push open the door and you feel your heart soar.
For the first time in ages, the holidays feel magical. When you glance behind you, Jungkook is grinning, and you wave at him once before disappearing.
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The sun shines brightly when you wake the next morning. Jungkook and Seokjin head out for an early run on the slopes – a snowstorm is coming according to the local weatherman, so you’ll need to have guests inside before dinner.
Passing behind the front desk, you take off your snow boots and slip into heels. Most of the patio furniture has been secured, except for the ones being currently used by the guests. Yoongi is busy checking in a large group, so you hurry to the counter and put on a bright smile.
“How can I help you?” you ask the next person in line.
An older man in a bright-orange parka steps around his suitcase.
“Hi, there!” he says with a smile. “My wife and I are checking in. Last name is Henderson.”
His wife, staying behind with the bags, offers a wave. You smile, then busy yourself at the computer. Once their paperwork and deposit have been received, you reach below the desk to hand them their key.
“These are yours,” you instruct. “You’ll be in room twenty-nine, which is upstairs and down the hall to your left. Elevators are ahead. Do you need any help with your bags?”
“Oh, no – no,” the man says, turning towards his wife. “Still enough gumption in me yet. Have a nice day!”
They exit the lobby, and once they’ve disappeared, you check the screen to see how many more people have yet to come in. As much as you hate to admit, Jungkook’s presence has increased your sales tenfold. Currently, you’re sold out through February and things don’t seem to be slowing down anytime soon.
Okay, maybe you don’t hate to admit it. Jungkook has proven himself to be exactly the opposite of who you thought he was. His kiss continues to linger in your mind – his uneven breathing, the way his chest rose and fell. How he had to physically pull away, rather than move things any further than would be smart.
When you do let him in, it might ruin you.
Letting Jungkook in would change everything and strangely enough, you think you might want that. You’ve been stuck in the same place for so long now, too terrified of being hurt to take any chances and maybe that was okay five years ago, but now –
“Excuse me?”
Head snapping upward, you realize a guest is standing before you.
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” you say, straightening. “How can I help?”
Exhaling deeply, the woman rolls her eyes.
Minutely, your smile tightens. High maintenance. Years spent in the service industry have taught you the signs. Contrary to popular belief, it’s not always the people wearing designer labels who suck. It’s those who have a certain air, a certain look, a certain my time is worth more than your time attitude.
“I’m here to check in,” she says – slowly, as though you might be hard of hearing.
Nodding once, you pull up the reservation list. “Last name?”
“Really?” She stares.
Fingers pausing on the keyboard, you look up again. The woman has that over-tanned, over-coiffed look that’s popular on the west coast, but you honestly have no idea who she is.
Yoongi’s disappeared, otherwise you’d call him over. Something about his demeanor makes even the most narcissistic starlets drop their attitude.
“I’m sorry,” you apologize, not knowing what for. “I need a last name and ID to complete the check-in process. Hotel policy.”
The woman rolls her eyes, fishing around in her Birkin bag for her wallet. Pulling out a Nevada driver’s license, she plunks this down on the counter along with her black card.
Smiling politely, you pick them up. Anya Ajanovic. That’s her name, and it rings zero bells. As quickly as possible, you run her name through the system. The faster you get her into a room, the faster she’s out of your presence.
“I see you’re staying at the Inn for four nights, Ms. Ajanovic,” you say pleasantly. “Is that correct?”
“Yes,” she says, glancing around the room. “Four nights.”
Nodding, you reach below the desk for a key. The lake suite is available, and you get the feeling Anya won’t tolerate less than the best. Well – second-best, since your best suite is currently taken by Jungkook.
Glancing up, you’re forced to concede Anya is pretty. With lustrous blonde hair and bright hazel eyes, she looks like Skiing Barbie made by Mattel. She continues to scan the lobby while waiting, as though looking for something.
“Your room is ready,” you say pleasantly. “Is there anything else you need during your stay?”
“No” – craning her neck, Anya twists around – “no, I don’t think so.”
“Alright.” You pause, sliding her key over the counter. “It’s just… you seem to be looking for something.”
“Oh.” She glances at you and for the first time, looks almost bashful. “I’m searching for my boyfriend, actually. I wanted to surprise him for the holidays. I was supposed to have work, but I managed to get off and here I am! Embarrassing, right?” A small laugh follows. “I always swore never to chase a man and here I am, chasing him. It’s downright Hallmark.”
A leaden weight thumps in your stomach and without quite knowing why, you swallow.
“Your boyfriend… is staying at the Inn?”
Nodding once more, Anya scans the lobby. “Mhm,” she says, sounding distracted. “Jungkook Jeon. Do you know him?”
A loud ringing fills your ears.
She continues to speak, but everything Anya says seems to come from underwater. Your fingers tighten on the desk, gripping to the point of property damage.
No. Not possible.
Not possible for this woman – this terrible woman – to be dating Jungkook, because that would mean… Leslie was right.
Heat replaces ice in your veins, searing you from the inside out. Leslie didn’t lie to you back in college. Jungkook really did cheat on her, and now you’re stuck in the same web.
You’re an idiot. A complete idiot because you watched this happen before and thought yourself impervious. You thought Jungkook had changed when he’s been the same guy all along.
Tugging your turtleneck from your collar, you glance around again for Yoongi. He’s still checking people in, which leaves you stranded with Anya.
“Oh,” you say, strangled. “Jungkook Jeon, the snowboarder – right?”
Her eyes widen. “Yes! Oh, right. I always forget that people know him. I don’t really follow sports, you know?”
“Mhm,” you say tightly.
You shouldn’t care. You really shouldn’t care who Jungkook decides to date, but you do. The fact that he chose Anya over you hurts worse than if he’d simply not been interested.
Nodding, she doesn’t seem to be listening to your responses. “Anyways,” Anya says. “I’m going to head to my room and freshen up. Want to look my best when he sees me. What’s the room, again?”
“The lake suite,” you say, giving her directions.
Flagging down a valet, you ask them to assist Anya with baggage. Spending another second in her presence would be more than you can bear. Once she’s disappeared, you sag against the front counter.
Jungkook lied.
He said it was hard to date because of travel when meanwhile, he’s been in a relationship with this wannabe Kardashian. Worse, he kissed you last night. He made you feel special while he was dating someone else. That bright, rosy feeling Jungkook gave you has died, shriveled against the cold light of reality.
The facts are so appalling that for a moment – only for a moment – you wonder if they’re true. Maybe Anya is mistaken but as soon as you think this, you dismiss it. The facts are the facts – anything else would be denial.
Clutching the counter, you force yourself to breathe. In and out, over and over until –
“Y/N?”
Yoongi’s voice cuts through the haze.
Slowly, you look sideways and find him standing beside you. When he sees your expression, Yoongi does a double take.
“What’s wrong? Was it that woman you checked in?” His gaze narrows. “I heard her driver complaining after dropping her off. Apparently, he was taking too long. Around switchbacks!” Disgusted, Yoongi shakes his head. “If she wants to fly off the mountainside, that’s her prerogative, but don’t take the staff with you – you know?”
Although you attempt to smile, your lips don’t appear to be in working order.
Yoongi hesitates. “You should get some water,” he says, steering you towards the break room. “Go and sit down. I have the front desk covered.”
“Thanks,” you whisper, turning away.
You make it all of five steps before realizing facing other people is the last thing you want. Taking an abrupt left, you bypass the break room and cut through the lobby. It’s well past your lunch break, and you plan on spending the entirety of it holed up in your room, eating Christmas cookies and having a good cry.
After which you will pull yourself together. This is nothing. Jungkook means nothing.
Except – your feet move faster – you know this isn’t true. You basically admitted to yourself you were falling for him, and likely have been since he arrived at the Inn.
Turning the corner too fast, you nearly run smack into Jimin.
“Whoa – hey, Y/N!” Grinning, he side-steps you. “Where’s the fire?”
“I – nowhere.” You force a laugh. “Just in a hurry to eat, I guess.”
Pausing, Jimin surveys you a beat too long.
Heart seizing, you find yourself full of the terrifying possibility that Jimin knows. He knows you’ve fallen for a man you professed to hate and now, his real girlfriend has come to pull the rug out from under you.
Suddenly, the lodge seems too small to contain your feelings. You don’t want to stay in and wallow – you want to go out and do something, release some of this pent-up frustration coursing through your veins.
“Well, if you’re not too busy after lunch,” Jimin says slowly. “Jungkook was looking for you. He and Seokjin are done snowboarding, so he’s back at the lodge.”
“Oh,” you say tightly. “How nice for him.”
Jimin pauses. “Y/N. Is everything –”
“Got to run,” you say, rushing past before he can say anything more. “See you later, Jimin! Thanks for letting me know about Jungkook.”
Biting your tongue, you refrain from adding a quippy remark about Anya.
Instead, you head for your room. If Jungkook has left the slopes, then that’s exactly where you want to be. Changing into your snow gear, you grab a parka and are gone before you can talk yourself out of it.
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Just one run, you tell yourself while standing in line for the ski lift. There are fewer people on the slopes already, preparing for the snowstorm that’s coming this evening. Already, dark clouds gather on the horizon – far enough away for you not to be worried.
The last place anyone would think to look for you is the mountain and right now, you’re in desperate need of alone time. Jungkook is employed by the Inn for another two days, and you can’t afford to alienate him before then. This poses a problem, since you’re certain the moment you see Jungkook, you’ll have a difficult time staying civil.
Exhaling, you lower your ski goggles and step onto the lift. Settling onto the icy cold seat, you close the bar and try to relax. Easier said than done, although the lodge is beautiful in the waning light. Heat lamps have been positioned around the patio, and lights from the Christmas tree are visible through the bay windows.
Tomorrow is the Christmas Eve party, and you’re praying a good night’s sleep will help you navigate. The holiday movie marathon is tonight with Jungkook, but you’re hoping you can convince Namjoon to hold it without you.
At the top of the ski lift, you open the seat bar and ski to one side. Squinting through your goggles, you glance at the trails. Snow drifts have already piled up around the signs, making them hard to read. You’ll need to let Seokjin know this once you reach the bottom – it could be a safety hazard not to clearly mark the trails.
Pushing off, you select the trail with the easier drop. Last time you came up here, you nearly went down the black diamond trail by mistake. Hovering at the trail’s edge, you adjust your goggles and stare at the slope.
You can do this. Take the nervous energy and use it.
Pushing yourself from the edge, you tip down the hill. Tucking both arms into your sides, you squint through the wind as you rush away. The path turns, veering right and as you round the next corner, your stomach plummets.
This slope is steep.
Much steeper than expected. Frantic, you glance over your shoulder and see the trail marker you must have missed in the snow. A double black diamond.
Heart leaping into your throat, you face forward. You can do this, you determine. All you need to do is stay calm, keep your feet steady and snowplow. Angling your skis closer, your speed gradually slows – until your entire body pitches forward. Immediately jerking backwards, you grit your teeth.
You will make it to the end. Once you’re back at the lodge, you’ll have a big laugh with Seokjin about this in front of the roaring fire – after he scolds you for being an idiot, of course.
Wind rushes past, and after another few moments, you begin to relax. The trail is almost peaceful when it’s so empty. Giant, fluorescent lights brighten the trail from above. Whizzing over the snow, a flutter of butterflies erupt in your stomach but this time, they don’t seem as scary.
Breaking into a grin, you bend your knees and zip around the next corner –
And come face to face with a deer.
You yelp, swerving sharply to avoid a collision. Startled, the deer leaps from your path and you breathe, facing forward – only to gasp.
Pine trees rise from the snow, and you barely manage to avoid the first one. The second is easier but as you swerve around the third, you feel your ankle twist.
Pain lances upward and you swear. Feeling yourself falling, you recall Seokjin’s lesson and throw your weight backwards. You land hard on your ass, the breath knocked from your lungs.
For a moment, there’s silence.
When you push up your goggles, dark sky is visible through the branches above. Shakily, you lift yourself to a seated position. Your ankle throbs and when you reach for your foot, a hiss escapes at the pain. Unclipping both boots from the skis, you toss them aside and attempt to stand.
“Fuck,” you blurt, collapsing back in the snow.
Placing weight  on your ankle is nearly impossible. Glancing around your surroundings, you realize the slope is at least fifteen yards away. Far in the distance, you can make out the shouts of other skiers.
Leaning forward, you call, “HELP! SOMEONE – HELP! I’M IN THE FOREST.”
Although you wait, no one shouts back.
Flakes start to drift from the sky, and you look up in alarm. That can’t be good. Twisting around, you continue to yell until the distant sound of skiers has disappeared. Panicked, you realize you aren’t getting down without walking.
Steeling yourself, you scoot closer to a tree and grasp a bough overhead. Keeping weight off your ankle, you pull yourself upward. Teeth gritted, you slowly take a step and feel your knee buckle.
“Fuck,” you breathe, tears pricking your eyes.
The snow has begun to fall faster, and you’re stricken by the realization you might not make it down. Lowering yourself to the ground, you begin to crawl towards the trail. Slowly, you move, cursing yourself for not bringing your cell phone. There’s no service on the mountain, but at least you could change your outgoing message.
By the time you reach the run, your breathing is heavy. Pausing at the base of a light post, you try not to give in to the panic clawing your chest.
A storm is coming, and you’re stranded alone on a mountain with a twisted ankle. It was stupid of you to come up here. Stupid to mix up the trails. Stupid to give Jungkook a chance.
This one, at least stings less than the rest, so you slowly exhale and force yourself to think. Shelter. You need to find shelter if you can’t make it back to the lodge. The wind howls again, and you open your eyes, determined to keep going.
Before you can move though, someone shouts your name.
Frozen, you squint through the whirling snow. Nothing but the gray-dark of the mountain stares back. Snow obscures your vision, leaving nothing but pine trees and –
A brief flash of red.
Squinting harder, you watch a shape emerge from the storm. Zigzagging down the mountain, headlights appear and disappear amidst piles of snow. Staring in shock, you wonder if you’ve begun to hallucinate. You’ve heard of this happening in the desert when travelers imagine water where there’s none to be found.
Just as you think this, a red snowmobile comes into view.
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Its headlights cut through the snow, ice and slush spraying as it comes to a stop. Heart leaping, you try not to move when you recognize the Inn’s logo. Most likely it’s Seokjin out for a final sweep before he shuts down the lift.
Cutting off its engine, the driver pushes up his goggles. Swinging a leg over, he dismounts and snow crunches beneath his feet.
“Y/N?”
Recognizing the voice, you go utterly still. The lights of the snowmobile illuminate Jungkook rushing towards you, dropping to his knees.
“Y/N,” he breathes, scanning your body. Spotting your hands clutching your ankle, he frowns. “What’s wrong? Did you hurt yourself?”
“Yes,” you say – then you remember.
Jungkook has a girlfriend. He lied about it to your face.
Immediately, you stiffen. “I mean, yes but don’t worry about me. I’m sure I can make it down the mountain. I just need to rest, and –”
“And what?” Jungkook’s expression sharpens. “Roll yourself down the mountain? Die of hypothermia before you reach the bottom?”
Scowling, you attempt to hold the high ground.
“I’m not dying of hypothermia,” you say. “It’s not that cold.”
“It’s about to be,” Jungkook counters. “I – why are we even arguing about this?” Lifting a walkie-talkie, he presses a button on the side. “Seokjin? This is Jungkook. Over.”
There’s a crackle on the other end, and Seokjin comes through.
“Did you find Y/N?” He sounds frantic. “Where is she?”
“East side of the mountain. Gully run.” Clicking off the speaker, Jungkook says, “What were you doing, trying this run by yourself? This is a double black diamond, Y/N.”
Your scowl deepens. “I know. The sign was buried in snow, so I didn’t realize. Seokjin, I’m fine,” you say, reaching for the walkie-talkie. “I just twisted my ankle a little.”
“A little?” Jungkook demands. “Can you even stand?”
Seokjin’s voice crackles through the speakers. “You hurt your ankle?”
“Yes,” you say, then pause. “And no, I can’t put weight on it.”
“Y/N.” Seokjin groans.
Jungkook takes back the walkie-talkie. “It’s alright,” he says. “I’ll get her back. What’s the quickest way down the mountain?”
“How high up are you?”
“Pretty high.” Jungkook glances around. “I wasn’t far down the run when I saw broken branches.”
Looking over his shoulder, your stomach churns when you realize you need Jungkook’s help. You’re not so prideful you’d risk your health by denying his assistance, but damn, do you wish Jungkook were anyone else.
On the other end of the walkie-talkie, Seokjin swears and Jungkook’s gaze darts in your direction, lips tight.
“What’s the fastest way down?” he repeats.
Seokjin’s voice muffles, then is cut off. After a moment of waiting, Jungkook sits back on his heels. Tearing off one glove with his teeth, he unzips a bag at his waist.
“What are you doing?”
Jungkook looks up. “Searching for gauze. At the very least, I can wrap your ankle.”
“But it’s freezing outside. That’s not –”
“Jungkook – you there?”
Snatching the walkie-talkie from the snow, Jungkook presses the button. “Yeah, I’m here. What’s up?”
“The fastest way down is the gully run, but there’s a line of weak snow halfway down the mountain. It was okay this morning, but with the storm…”
Jungkook exhales. “Could trigger an avalanche.”
Eyes wide, you glance at his snowmobile. Something that heavy would be a definite risk to drive if conditions are right for shifting snow.
“Is there another way down?” Jungkook asks.
He keeps his voice level, and you can tell he’s trying not to scare you. It’s something you appreciate but that’s utterly useless given how long you’ve worked here.
“No,” Seokjin says. “Not unless you go back up and down the other side, but that’s where the storm’s hitting right now. High winds.”
“So, what are you saying?”
“What I’m saying –”
“The ranger station,” you say, looking up. Seokjin mentioned it the other day in his class, and you completely forgot. “It’s not too far from here. We could stay overnight, or at least until the wind dies down and we can go the other way.”
“That could work,” Seokjin says slowly.
“What else were you going to suggest?” Jungkook asks.
Jaw tight, you look away. Of course, Jungkook doesn’t agree with your plan. He probably doesn’t want to spend the night on the mountain, kept away from his girlfriend, Anya.
“Nothing useful,” Seokjin says. “Y/N’s idea is better. You should go to the ranger station and wait out the storm. Radar says it should pass in twenty-four hours. Do you have food?”
“Yeah,” Jungkook says. “But Y/N is hurt. Is there any way to airlift her out?”
“Even if we could fly in these winds, there’s no space to land on that side of the mountain. You’re better off staying until tomorrow.”
Nodding grimly, Jungkook zips his pack up and stands.
“Where’s the cabin?” he asks you.
“I can lead us there,” you say, trying – and failing – to stand.
Moving quickly, Jungkook’s arm wraps around your waist to haul you upright. Your weight hits his chest and you look up on instinct. Snowflakes crust his lashes, and his cheeks are pink from the cold. It hurts to look for too long, so you glance swiftly away.
“Y/N, are you good?” Seokjin asks, the line crackling.
“Yeah,” you say. “The cabin isn’t far from where I went off the trail. I think.”
“Okay, cool. Let us know once you get there.”
“Will do,” says Jungkook. “And Seokjin – can someone check in on Bam? He’s in his crate, but–”
“Done. Don’t worry about a thing.”
“Thanks.” Jungkook exhales and presses off.
Shoving the walkie-talkie into his pocket, Jungkook adjusts his arm on your waist and takes one of your hands.
“Is this okay?” he asks, helping you to take a step.
“It’s fine,” you say tightly.
Once you reach the snowmobile, Jungkook leans you against it. “Stay here,” he says. “I’ll grab your skis and be back.”
You nod, waiting while Jungkook disappears. Wind blasts down the alley, and you fight back a shiver. Your parka feels like nothing, and you wonder how much the temperature has dropped.
Emerging from the forest, Jungkook arrives just in time to witness a violent shiver. He pauses, lips tightening before strapping your skis to the back. Helping you onto the seat, Jungkook is careful not to jar your ankle as he joins.
Revving the engine, Jungkook lowers his goggles.
“Ready?” he calls over his shoulder.
You give him a thumbs up, pointing at the trail in question. Wrapping both arms around him, you slowly lean forward and press your face to his back. It’s a question of necessity, not romance you think as Jungkook takes off.
Zipping his way down the mountain, Jungkook twists when you tap him on the shoulder. Pointing at the break in the trees which lead to the cabin, he veers in this direction. A couple of minutes later, you come to a clearing.
Cabin is a nice word for the one-room outpost halfway up the mountain. When this land was part of the national park, the cabin belonged to its rangers. Now, it’s mostly used for medical supplies and staff breaks during shifts on the ski lift.
Stopping beneath the cabin’s eaves, Jungkook cuts the engine. Helping you from the seat, he assists you for three painstaking steps before exhaling, bending abruptly to sweep your legs out from under you.
You gasp, your hands flying on instinct around Jungkook’s neck. Pushing open the door, Jungkook fumbles along the wall to flick on the light switch, and it takes several seconds for the generator to kick in.
The bare ceiling bulb flickers before casting the room in a greenish-gray glow. The cabin’s furnishings are sparse – a bed for naps, a small kitchenette and a moth-bitten couch which has seen better days. Boxes have been shoved beneath the window, piled haphazardly to block out the light.
Lowering you onto the bed, Jungkook retreats and toes off his boots at the door. His parka, goggles, and hat are next, and he glances around the space with a swift efficiency.
Spotting the kitchenette, Jungkook crosses the room to drop his bag on the counter. Unzipping it, he pulls out a roll of gauze, a cold pack, and antiseptic.
“Is it only your ankle that’s hurt?” Jungkook asks as he turns. “Any scrapes or cuts that need to be disinfected?”
“Just the ankle.”
Hearing your shortness, his jaw tightens. Quickly, Jungkook closes the space between you to kneel by your side. Since being deposited on the mattress, you’ve tried to undo your boot laces, but your fingers are stiff.
“Here.” Jungkook brushes you aside. Undoing the laces himself, he eases off your shoes and sets them on the ground.
Once your shoes have been removed, the difference between your ankles is obvious. Even you wince, seeing the visible swelling.
Sitting back on his heels, Jungkook shoves a hand through his hair. “Do you need help with your jacket?” he asks, looking up and you realize you haven’t changed.
“No,” you say, hastily unzipping. “I can do it.”
His brow furrows at your tone but Jungkook remains silent. Once your coat is removed, he stands and drapes this over his own. Returning to the bed, Jungkook kneels by your side.
By this point, your ankle is throbbing. Collapsing onto the pillows, you extend your legs with a barely restrained groan.
Jungkook’s gaze flickers. “Can I take off your socks?”
After a moment, you nod and prop yourself up on your elbow.
He works slowly, peeling off the socks which have been dampened by snow. Placing these aside, he stands and returns with the gauze and cold pack. Shivering, you recoil from the frigid air on your skin.
“Do you want an insulation blanket?” Jungkook asks quietly.
“I’m okay.”
He nods, then looks up. “Can I examine you?”
“I – what?”
Lifting a brow, Jungkook slips a hand beneath your left foot. “Is this the ankle that hurts? Can I examine it?”
His fingers are cold, and you shiver again. “Oh. Yeah,” you manage to say.
Slight regret colors his gaze. “Sorry.”
Removing his hand, Jungkook cups them around his mouth to blow – slow and even. You stare, and when he returns his hand to your foot, his fingers are warm. Lifting your ankle, Jungkook shifts to better see it in the light.
Faint, purplish bruises are already visible but at least nothing protrudes. You remember enough from first aid to know this to be a good sign. Jungkook’s fingers are sure but careful on your ankle, moving over the joint.
“Does this hurt?” he murmurs, applying the gentlest pressure.
“I – a little,” you admit.
He pauses, then meets your gaze. “Let’s test if you can put weight on it – alright?”
You nod, allowing him to help you from the bed. Jungkook’s arm encircles your waist and again, you’re consumed by the warm smell of peppermint. You’re reminded of a distant memory but can’t quite recall. There’s a blurry night and Christmas songs, but the moment you think this, the memory is gone.
“Okay,” Jungkook says. “Put your injured foot on the floor and slowly add weight. Just a little at a time.”
Biting your lip, you do as instructed. The second weight is added to your injured ankle, you sharply inhale.
“Okay, enough,” Jungkook says gruffly, pulling you to his side.
Turning again, lowers you to the bed. Exhaling in frustration, you stare while Jungkook kneels before you. He resumes the examination of your ankle, turning it this way and that while he gently probes.
“Well?” you ask, fighting the quaver in your voice. “What’s the prognosis?”
Jungkook looks up. “A doctor will have to examine you, but… honestly?” Slowly, he lowers your foot. “Could be either. The fact that you can’t put weight on it seems to suggest a fracture. There’s pretty obvious swelling and bruising as well.”
“So… it’s a fracture.”
“Could be. Or a really bad sprain.”
“… since when are you a trained medic?”
“I’m not,” Jungkook says. “But I’m first aid certified. Comes in handy in the mountains. Okay.” Rocking back on his heels, he scans the cabin. “I’m going to wrap your ankle, Y/N. If it is a sprain, you’ll need ice, compression and elevation.”
“Ah, good old RICE.”
Jungkook’s lips quirk as he stands, returning to your side with the contents of his bag. Settling onto the mattress, he begins wrapping your ankle. The cabin heat has finally kicked in, and you’re starting to feel a bit warm in your sweater.
Fastening the gauze with small metal clips, Jungkook sits back. Breaking the cold compress across his knee, he hands this to you. Accepting it, you reach to drape this over your ankle. Barely have you drawn in a breath before –
“What were you thinking,” Jungkook says, his voice low and flat. “Going out in this storm. Going on a black diamond run.”
Your jaw clenches. “I had enough time,” you retort, although you can’t meet his gaze. “If I hadn’t fallen –”
“But you did fall. You fell, you got hurt and were almost stranded in the middle of a blizzard.”
“I’ve done this run before.”
“When?” he demands. “Because I seem to recall you saying that you didn’t ski much. That you had a bad fall and have been scared ever since. And why,” Jungkook continues, reaching for you, “have you barely even looked at me since I found you?”
Fighting back tears, you wish you could hide but know everything you’re feeling is written plainly on your face.
“What do you care?” you demand, the words coming out sharply.
“What do I – Y/N.” Gently, his fingers slip beneath your chin. “I just spent an hour in the snow searching for you. I kissed you last night! Do you seriously think I... don’t care?”
He sounds so confused and earnest, it hurts even more.
“If that’s true, then you shouldn’t care,” you insist, and he turns your head to meet his gaze head-on. “Seeing as I met your girlfriend back at the lodge. She checked in a few hours ago.”
Jungkook goes perfectly still.
A cornered animal look enters his eyes, which only serves to stoke your anger. Jungkook thought you wouldn’t find out; it’s the only explanation for his reaction. He thought you wouldn’t find out, thought he could leave after a week and take your heart with him.
“I can’t believe I fell for it again,” you breathe, the words pouring out. "I thought you were a nice guy again, and you turned out to be the type who –”
“When.” His hand falls from your chin. “When did Anya check in?”
Jungkook looks vaguely sick and in response, your brow furrows.
“I…” Scanning his expression, you hesitate. “Right before I went skiing.”
Slowly, his eyes close. “What exactly did she tell you?”
“She said… she was coming to surprise you for the holidays. That she had to work, but she managed to get free. And… she’s staying in the suite below yours.”
When Jungkook opens his eyes, they look glassy.
“That’s not my girlfriend,” he says grimly. “That’s a woman who’s been stalking me for months, convinced she’s my soulmate. I have a restraining order against her. It’s part of the reason I wanted to disappear, to get away from the drama.”
Dimly, Jungkook’s words from the cookie-baking contest come back to you. Let’s just say, this came at a good time. I’ve been looking to lay low for a while. It was her. Anya is the person Jungkook wanted to get away from.
Stomach twisting, you realize you may have made a horrible mistake.
“A… restraining order?” you say faintly.
Jungkook nods. “That’s why I didn’t want you posting to social media. When you explained why it was necessary, I wanted to help you and the Inn and figured the restraining order would keep Anya away, but… I guess not.”
“Why didn’t you tell us about her? Flag her name, so she couldn’t make a reservation?”
Even as you say this, you’re well-aware your software isn’t fancy enough for that. You’d need to manually review the guest list every night.
“Namjoon knows,” Jungkook says. “He’s been checking the guest list every night to make sure no one slips by. I’m sure once he sees Anya checked in, he’ll call the police and she’ll be gone by morning.”
Still staring at him, you allow this to sink in. You remember Jungkook talking about the perils of fame, but you thought he meant it’s hard to get Chipotle in person, not the physical danger which comes from a stalker.
Frankly, Jungkook being a playboy seemed far more likely.
“I’m… sorry,” you say at last. “I assumed the worst, and you don’t deserve that.”
Jungkook nods, then pauses. “You said something else.”
Dread enters your stomach, and you feel your fingers begin tapping the blanket beneath you.
“Oh?” 
“You said... that you fell for my act again. That you thought I was a nice guy again. What… when did I do something like this before?”
“That’s… well.” Shrinking in on yourself, you can’t meet his gaze. “I was thinking of back in college.”
“Right. But what did I do to you back in college to make you think I’m not a nice guy?”
Jungkook sounds genuinely bewildered, which chafes at your memory. “You cheated on Leslie,” you say finally, meeting his gaze. “She told me everything.”
His eyes widen.
“She told you… everything,” he repeats.
“Well, she said that you cheated,” you explain, fully aware you’re babbling again. “Back in college, around Valentine’s Day? She said she walked in on you with another girl, and that you told Leslie you hadn’t thought you were serious…”
The look on his face makes you trail off into silence. Jungkook’s hands grip the blanket, nearly white with anger.
“Leslie said that I cheated on her?” 
“Yeah.”
His jaw tenses. “And you never thought to ask me?”
“I – I didn’t know you!” you protest. “Leslie is – well, was – my best friend! Of course, I believed her. Are you… are you saying you didn’t cheat?”
Ignoring most of this outburst, Jungkook latches onto one word. “Was?” he says carefully. “Leslie was your best friend? Is she still?”
“Well, no.”
His brows flick upward. “And why’s that?”
“I don’t have to explain myself,” you huff. “We drifted apart after college. It’s none of your business.”
“It’s kind of my business, given she’s the one spreading lies about me.”
“And what lie was that, exactly?”
“That I cheated,” he says stonily. “And that she broke up with me. If I remember correctly, it was the other way around.”
This steals the breath from your lungs. Staring at Jungkook, you feel your chest rise and fall.
“I don’t…” Uncertain, you shake your head. “You were the one who broke up with her?”
He nods.
“But… why?”
“Why did she lie, or why did I break up with her?”
You want to know both, but Jungkook can only answer one of those questions.
“Why did you break up with her,” you say at last.
Something in his face softens. “Why,” Jungkook murmurs. After a moment, he stands from the bed. “A lot of reasons, I guess. Leslie never wanted to hang out with me alone. She only wanted to be seen in public. Also” – He holds up two fingers – “she told my best friend that if we weren’t dating, she’d ‘definitely fuck him.’ And then, there’s the other reason,” he says, adding a third finger. Coming to a stop, Jungkook meets your gaze. “I almost kissed her best friend at a party and thought I should end it before things went any further.”
Frozen, you stare at Jungkook from the bed. Lowering his hand to his side, Jungkook crosses the room to sit on the edge of your mattress.
“Which friend,” you whisper.
He gives you a rueful look. “I wanted to tell you I liked you. I tried to that night in the library, but then you ran away, and I figured… well. I figured it wasn’t meant to be. But when I got to the Inn and saw the manager was you, it just, I don’t know. It felt like fate.” Jungkook winces. “That’s dumb. I’m sorry. I’m not good with words, and I don’t want to say the wrong thing.”
Again, you get the oddest sense of déjà vu. Titling your head, you try and remember where you’ve heard that before.
Before you can recall, your mind snags on something else. “After you broke up,” you say slowly. “Leslie and I promised never to date each other’s exes. Did she…?”
Something unreadable crosses Jungkook’s expression.
“I told her I had feelings for someone else. I didn’t say who, but I wonder…”
Trailing off, he leaves the words unsaid. You don’t want to believe him. You don’t want to believe Leslie would do something so cruel, but Taehyung’s words play again though your mind. Leslie was jealous of you and now, you no longer feel hurt – but furious.
“I didn’t know,” you say tightly. “I didn’t… she didn’t…”
Scooting closer, Jungkook covers your hand with his.
“Hey,” he says softly. “If I had been in your shoes, I would’ve believed my friend, too.”
“I guess. It's just… I can’t believe she did that.”
Jungkook makes a low, humming noise.
“It’s a lot to take in.” Helpless, you glance at him. “Leslie lied. I spent so long hating you for apparently no reason. And you… you liked me back then?”
“More than liked.” He gives a small smile. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you from the first time we met.”
“What, at that restaurant?”
A flash of guilt crosses his expression. “Well. Before that, actually.”
Now, you’re the one looking at him strangely. “We met before then? I feel like I would remember that.”
“You would,” he says slowly. “If you hadn’t been drunk off your ass.”
Drunk off your ass? The only time you were so drunk you couldn’t remember was –
No.
No way.
Eyes wide, you stare as the pad of Jungkook’s thumb gently strokes your palm. “It… was you,” you whisper, the dots connecting. “You’re my Christmas ghost.”
Softly, he laughs. “I forgot you called me that. Well, that’s not true. I remembered. But I didn’t think you remembered.”
“That’s… you’re not… why didn’t you say something?”
“I tried!” Jungkook insists. “When I got to the restaurant the night of the formal and realized who you were, I was going to say something, but then you stood up and introduced yourself. It was clear you didn’t remember me, and I didn’t want to embarrass you, so I figured I’d bring it up later… and, well.” He shrugs. “It just never happened.”
Suddenly, it all clicks into place.
The peppermint smell when your Christmas Ghost walked you home. His insistence on not being good with words, but somehow managing to make you feel better. Quiet, but kind and – without meaning to, tears sting the backs of your eyelids.
“You were nice to me,” you whisper. “When I was rambling about my dad.”
Jungkook’s expression softens. “I’m glad that’s what you remember. I thought I kind of fucked up – I’ve never been very good with words.”
“No,” you blurt. “Never. You… your words meant a lot to me. I’m sorry I was too drunk to remember who you were.”
He smiles. “I figured. I had just started dating Leslie, but I spent most of my holiday break talking about the super-cute drunk girl I met the last night of finals. I figured it wasn’t meant to be, so imagine my surprise when I show up to dinner and Leslie’s best friend is – you.”
“Me.”
Jungkook inches closer. “You.”
His gaze drops to your lips, and the air between you feels suddenly thick. Head swimming, you force yourself to concentrate on why it wouldn’t be a good idea to make out with him right now. Your ankle is throbbing, you’re trapped in a blizzard, Jungkook technically works for the Inn –
“Can I kiss you?” he asks, sounding so utterly hopeful, all your reservations crumble.
“Yes,” you whisper.
Jungkook leans in, one hand rising to cup the back of your neck. His thumb drifts across sensitive skin and, almost without meaning to, your eyes slowly shut.
He leans in and your lips touch, soft and fleeting. His touch is gentle and when Jungkook pulls back, your eyes open.
“Oh,” you say, gaze catching on his.
Abruptly, Jungkook pushes himself backwards and stands.
You blink, suddenly cold without his presence. “What’s wrong?”
Shaking his head, Jungkook scans the cabinets and pulls open the first one. Not finding what he’s looking for, he opens another and lets out a noise of triumph. Removing four citronella candles, he places these on the counter.
Your jaw drops. “Are you serious? You were looking for… candles?”
Jungkook fishes a lighter from his bag. “Yeah,” he says, flicking it on. “What did you think I was looking for?”
“I don’t know, first aid supplies?”
He makes a dismissive sound, and you grin, scooting back on the bed. Once the candles are lit, Jungkook shuts off the hanging light and turns around.
The candlelight bathes the room in a flickering glow. Crossing the room to sit on the bed, the mattress squeaks beneath Jungkook’s weight.
For a moment, he pauses. “I’m nervous,” he admits.
“You’re nervous?” you say. “You’re, well… you. And look at me.”
“I am.”
Jungkook’s voice is low, his face warm in candlelight and you fight back a shiver. Emboldened, he reaches out to pull you closer. A hair’s breadth away from your lips, Jungkook pauses.
“I have to say,” you tease. “I never imagined you as the hesitant type.”
Something in his gaze darkens.
“Are you saying you imagined me otherwise?” he asks, soft and low.
“Maybe.”
“What, exactly, did you imagine?”
Your breath hitches when his thumb strokes your jaw.
“I imagined you kissing me,” you whisper.
Indulging you in your fantasy, Jungkook presses a slow kiss to your brow.
“What else?”
“I –” You pause, overwhelmed by the possibilities.
He chuckles at this response.
“Truthfully.” Jungkook shifts to better see you. “You’re right. I… don’t do this a lot. I’m not really a one-night stand kind of guy.”
“No?”
“No. I’ve only been with three other women.”
You stare. “But… you and Leslie…”
“We never had sex.”
“But… you two were dating for like, three months.”
Jungkook lifts a brow. “And? I like to go slow.”
Pointedly, you stare at his hands on your waist.
He exhales a laugh. “Was eight years not long enough? And can we please,” he groans, “not talk about other people right now?”
“You don’t want that?” you tease. “You want all of my attention?”
“Yes.” Gripping your waist, he pulls you closer until you’re nearly in his lap. “Please.”
His last word is said with your lips nearly touching. Jungkook is careful not to jar your ankle, but the way his hands are holding you feels barely restrained. Fingers curling into his hair, you tilt your head upward and open your mouth with his.
Jungkook groans, the sound catching in his throat. One of his hands splays over your neck, his thumb stroking upwards in slow, even strokes. Shifting even closer, your hand bunches in his sweater as you kiss him back. A whimper leaves your lips, stolen and swallowed as fast as it comes.
Hand slipping beneath your sweater, Jungkook spans your waist before pulling back.
“Fuck,” he says, hoarse. “Want to see you.”
Leaning back, you replace his hands with your own. Removing your sweater, you hesitate a moment before dropping to the ground. Left in only your bra and sweatpants, you can’t help but feel woefully inadequate.
Except for the way Jungkook stares, as though he might consume you whole.
“You, next,” you tell him, suddenly shy.
Glancing up, Jungkook’s gaze catches before he nods and sits back. His lip ring is gone, you realize, but the eyebrow piercing remains. Removing his shirt, Jungkook reveals a trim torso – and an entire sleeve of tattoos.
Absently, you reach out to trace over a flower – a tiger lily on his forearm. Stomach clenching, you wish you could put weight on your ankle. If you could, you’d push him back and trace each line of ink with your tongue.
Seeming to understand what you’re thinking, Jungkook’s gaze darkens. Kneeling before you on the bed, his abdominals are visible and your gaze snags on these next.
“Holy fuck,” you whisper. “Why are you built like that?”
Jungkook ducks his head, and – slipping both hands to his face – you return his lips to yours. Kissing you back, he eagerly presses you down to the sheets. Right hand cupping your waist, he slowly skims up until his thumb brushes your breast.
You groan, arching upwards and he does it again. Lowering his head, Jungkook’s lips find a nipple and close over the fabric. He tugs, biting down and soothing the ache with a lick. Reaching beneath you, Jungkook undoes your bra, removing its straps to drop on the floor.
Left bare from the waist up, his gaze darkens as he beholds you.
“You are unreal,” Jungkook murmurs, dropping again.
A soft breath escapes when he bends to lick over a nipple. Both harden, resulting in a dull, aching throb between your drenched thighs. Cupping a breast, Jungkook flicks with his tongue before closing his mouth over to suck. You groan, arching your back as he moves to the next.
When both your breasts feel heavy, Jungkook sits back on his heels and spreads his thighs. Dragging both hands through his hair, he looks at your ankle.
“I don’t…” Jungkook’s breathing is heavy. “I don’t want to hurt you, Y/N.”
He’s right. You know that he’s right, but you hate it because you want him so badly, you might burst. The evidence of Jungkook’s arousal is obvious, straining his sweatpants in a way that makes your mouth water.
Catching where you look, Jungkook groans. “I don’t think that would be a good idea,” he cautions. “But… maybe we can do other things?”
Your gaze lifts. Lowering yourself back on your elbows, you spread your legs and let your chest rise and fall.
“What kind of things?”
Jungkook’s gaze darkens and he shifts, placing a palm beside you on the bed. Slipping a hand down your body, a few strands of his hair fall forward.
“Can I remove your pants?” Jungkook asks, and you nod. “What about your panties?” He smirks. “Can I take them off and see how wet this pussy is for me?”
Oh, fuck.
Your mouth goes dry, and you lick your lips as you nod. Lifting a brow, Jungkook tugs your pants down to remove them from your body. He’s careful not to jar while he works, and when he returns to your panties, he pauses.
Lowering himself to one forearm, Jungkook drags a single digit down the center of the fabric. You inhale sharply, legs spreading at the sensation. It must be obvious how wet you are, how much Jungkook has turned you on with only his words.
He looks up. “So ready for me, sweetheart.” Jungkook presses his thumb over your clit through the cotton. “Fucking soaked and we’ve barely started.”
“Eight years,” you remind him. “Eight years of sexual tension between us.”
“Spread this leg.” Jungkook taps your good ankle. “Good girl. Now, this one” – gently, he lifts the knee over his shoulder – “should stay elevated.”
Gasping a laugh, you drop back on the bed. “I don’t think that’s what doctors mean when they say to – ooh.”
Lazily, he drags a finger up and down your clothed sex. It feels indecent, your legs spread before him while he tugs your panties aside. For a moment he simply looks, taking in the sight of your soaking pussy displayed.
“Such a tight, little cunt,” he exhales, and looks up. “Even if it were on the table, you wouldn’t be able to handle my dick tonight.”
“I can take it,” you pant.
Chuckling, he drops a kiss to your inner thigh. “I bet you can,” Jungkook murmurs. Casually, his fingers stroke your waiting sex. “I bet you like taking a big dick, mm?”
“Yes,” you breathe. “Yes, please.”
His index finger teases your pussy, dipping in slowly but never all the way. Lowering himself to one forearm, Jungkook inhales.
The first lick of his tongue makes your entire body clench. Knees spreading wider, you urge him on in a silent demand. Jungkook continues to stroke with his fingers, playing with your pussy while he sucks on your clit.
“Oh, god,” you pant.
Jungkook keeps going. With slow, measured licks, he urges your clit into something throbbing and needy. Fingers teasing your pussy, he waits until you’re keening before he pushes one inside.
“Oh!” you gasp, head thrown back at the intrusion.
It’s been a while since you slept with someone, and your entire body feels tight. Jungkook goes slowly, his fingers easing you open until you begin to feel wanton. Leg thrown over his shoulder, your thighs tremble in earnest when he sucks on your pussy. Gripping his hair, you tug Jungkook upward and his lips curl into a smile.
Gripping your panties, he tugs these down your legs to toss aside. Dropping back down, he settles before your dripping cunt.
“Use me,” he pants, guiding your hands to his hair. “Want you to fuck my mouth, Y/N.”
You hesitate a little but the moment he licks, you give him what he wants. Legs spreading eagerly, you guide Jungkook’s mouth against your needy sex. Jungkook groans in approval, hips grinding into the mattress with each flick of his tongue.
“Oh – my god,” you groan.
Freeing one hand, Jungkook slips two fingers into your waiting pussy. A cry escapes you, eagerly spreading your legs to roll your hips.
“Yes,” you say, trapped between the bed and his mouth while Jungkook fills you with his fingers.
A deep, steady pressure builds inside you. Right before breaking, Jungkook sits back and pulls out his fingers. A whine of protest escapes you, until he slides them on either side of your throbbing clit.
Pushing himself up your torso, he kisses you slow on the mouth.
When you taste yourself on his tongue, you bite down on his lip. Jungkook uses this opportunity to slip a finger inside your waiting pussy. You gasp at the fullness and Jungkook grinds the heel of his palm against your swollen clit.
“Jungkook,” you gasp, clasping his upper back.
He chuckles, his breath teasing your throat, then your nipples as he lowers himself down your body. Jungkook’s tongue soon replaces his hand, easing you back to the brink of orgasm. Right before you break apart, he lifts his head.
“Jungkook,” you groan.
“Yes?” His smile flashes from between your thighs.
You lift your hips. “Make me come.”
“Is that what you want?” Spreading your sex, Jungkook laps up your juices. “You want me to make this pussy come?”
“Yes,” you moan.
One of his arms curls around your leg, keeping you firm on his shoulder. This action causes his bicep to flex, which you find momentarily distracting – until he plunges two fingers inside, curling them forward in a come-hither motion.
“Oh my god,” you gasp, back arching.
“So fucking sweet,” he breathes. “Could fucking eat your pussy for days. Make you come apart and keep on going.”
“Why don’t you,” you taunt.
Stilling his fingers, Jungkook looks up.
“Because,” he says sweetly. “I think you like being told no.” Withdrawing his fingers, Jungkook traces around your pussy. “I think you like being denied until your legs shake. Want you to soak these sheets, but you have to deserve it.”
“How – how do I deserve it,” you pant because he’s right. You love being edged, love to be teased, love having your orgasm drawn out until your vision turns black.
Jungkook’s gaze moves to your chest, where your breasts rise and fall with each breath you take. Knowing your nipples are hard, you lift a palm to thumb over the peak.
“That’s it, baby,” Jungkook says, not looking away. “Tug those nipples down for me like a good girl.”
You obey, spreading your legs as you palm your breasts. When you tug on the nipples, Jungkook lowers his head to suck on your clit. You gasp, nearly coming undone–
And his tongue lowers from clit to your cunt, fucking you roughly as his fingers pull out. You whimper, orgasm slipping away as your hands find his hair. Legs open, you ride his tongue while he pushes inside you. Your body trembles, about to come again when Jungkook pulls back.
He sharply smacks your clit, and you gasp. Without further preamble, Jungkook lifts himself up your body to thrust two fingers inside you.
“A-ah,” you moan, your thigh shoved towards your chest as Jungkook leans forward.
“There you go, baby,” he says, snapping his wrist below. “Take all of that. You like having my fingers inside you?”
“Yes.”
“Such a tight, little pussy,” he goads. “No way you could fit all of my dick.”
“I can!”
Honestly though, his fingers stuff you so well, you’re not entirely sure. Having his cock inside you might ruin you in the best sort of way.
“We’ll try another day,” he says. “After I’ve made you come a few times and gotten this pussy nice and wet.”
You moan, unable to respond when he adds a third finger. Jungkook stretches you so nicely, fucking you so hard, your breasts bounce on your chest.
“That’s it,” he breathes, glancing down at his fingers disappearing inside you.
The wet sounds of him fucking you leave your entire body trembling. Each thrust makes you whimper, hitting your g-spot with extraordinary precision. You’re squirming beneath him, gripping the panes of his back, unsure you’ll survive when you finally come.
“Oh my god – Jungkook,” you gasp, burying your face in his shoulder.
He doesn’t relent, fucking you open as your orgasm breaks. Coming apart on his fingers, you gasp his name as your vision darkens. Your pleasure never slows, the waves gradually decreasing until you open your eyes.
Slowly, Jungkook slips from your body and collapses beside you.
“Holy shit,” you breathe.
He’s smiling, his hair messy and lips wet. “Was it good?”
“Good?” Reaching out, you tug on his waistband. “Come here.”
Not objecting, Jungkook moves closer and lowers your leg to the sheets. Lips finding yours, he kisses you gently and you nearly melt. With his right leg pressed to yours, you’re able to feel the massive bulge at the front of his sweatpants.
When you start to reach down, Jungkook halts your wrist.
“You don’t have to do anything for me,” he says.
“I want to,” you insist, lowering your hand again.
Cupping his bulge, you suck in a breath at how large he is. Fascinated, you stroke slowly upwards until you feel the whole shaft.
Jungkook goes still, his chest rising and falling with perceptible effort. “Y/N…” he says tightly. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Looking up, you meet his gaze. “You won’t.”
He hesitates another moment, then nods.
Tugging down on the waistband, you free Jungkook’s cock. His length nestles between his thighs, semi-hard just from eating you out. Staring at him for a moment, you imagine what it’d be like to have Jungkook inside you.
“I don’t think you’ll fit,” you murmur.
Hissing through teeth, Jungkook pushes down both his pants and underwear to drop to the floor. “If you’re trying to test my self-control, it’s working.”
Your core clenches, and you shift against him. As though your last orgasm never happened, you find yourself feeling wholly unsatisfied. You want Jungkook inside you, filling you up and making you whole.
He’s right, though. Once you start, it’d be hard to stop, and you might hurt yourself further.
“What if we do something else,” you suggest.
Jungkook tilts his head. “I’m listening.”
Lifting a hand, you spit into your palm. Jungkook watches in awe as you reach between you to wrap your hand around his cock. He groans, shifting backwards as he responds to your touch. Brushing over the tip, you slide your hand down to squeeze the base.
Through lidded eyes, Jungkook watches you stroke his length. Reaching down, you slip a hand between your thighs, and he freezes, jaw taut at the sight of your pussy parted by your fingers.
“Holy fuck,” he chokes out.
Emboldened, you push a finger inside you. Moving slowly, you begin sliding your finger in and out, your other hand increasing its speed on his cock.
Staring at your hand moving between your legs, Jungkook reaches down to cup his balls. They look heavy and full, and he plays with them casually while your hand fucks his cock.
One by one, you dip each finger inside you to get them wet. Once finished, you reach out and replace this hand on his length. Jungkook pants, head tilted back while you jerk him off. Chest rising and falling, his abs are held tight while your palm glides up and down his shaft.
Thrusting his hips, he chases the feeling as you tighten your fingers.
“Y/N,” Jungkook rasps. His hips continue to move up and down. “I’m not going to make it much longer.”
“No?”
“No.” With a hiss, he releases his balls. “I’ve been wanting this for a while, and I’m not going to last long the first time. Where do you want me to cum, baby?”
You’d like to have his cum on your pussy, but that’d be a greater risk. The thought of his cum on your chest though, is nearly equally appealing.
Nipples hardening, you spread your pussy wide and add a second finger. Jungkook moans, the veins in his neck standing out while he fights not to come in your palm.
“Here,” you breathe, cupping a tit. “Come on my chest.”
Jaw clenched, he nods and replaces your hand on his cock. “Lean back, baby,” he urges, kneeling over your chest. “Push those tits together for me.”
You do as he asks, thumbing over your nipples while your hips roll in mid-air. Seeing this, Jungkook groans and rubs himself harder. You watch, lips parted at the sight of his vascular hand wrapped around his cock.
Letting go of a breast, you reach between your legs to rub over your clit.
“That’s it, Y/N,” he pants, rolling his hips. “Make that little pussy come again. I want to hear it. Want to watch you come apart at the same time.”
You moan in agreement, arching your back as you tug on a nipple. Your body breaks, sending you over the edge in your second orgasm. His name crosses your lips as Jungkook stiffens and comes. Thick streams of cum shoot from his cock, painting your chest to cover your tits.
You inhale at the possessive glint in his eye, the way Jungkook milks his cock for all that he’s worth. A few, final dribbles land on your stomach as slowly, you withdraw your hand.
Sitting back, Jungkook surveys his handiwork. “It seems a shame to wipe it off,” he muses. “Maybe we should leave it.”
“Or maybe you can clean me up, and we can go again later.”
Grin widening, Jungkook retreats to search the room for a wipe. You stare at his ass as he walks, watching the two, perfect halves shift above his thighs. It’s unfair for a man to have such a great ass, you think sadly. On the bright side, you get to look at it all you want.
Once Jungkook returns, he cleans you and reaches for his sweatpants on the floor. You make a soft noise of protest, and Jungkook gives you a look, tying them around his waist.
“What?” you ask innocently. “You have a great ass.”
“My trainer will be happy to hear it.”
Unable to stop smiling, you settle back on the bed and Jungkook helps you into your clothes. Once you’re both, he sits on the bed and pulls you between his legs. Resting your head on his chest, you listen to his heart and wonder if you’ve ever been this peaceful before.
Turning your head, you find Jungkook looking at you.
You smile. “Hey.”
“Hey.” He smiles back.
The two of you grin at each other like fools until a sudden blast of wind shakes the cabin. Startled, you glance up and remember the circumstances. The blizzard. Your ankle.
Sobering slightly, your smile disappears.
“I’m sorry,” you murmur, looking up.
Jungkook furrows his brow. “What just happened between us is the absolute last thing to apologize for. Especially since I’d like to do it again. Soon. Maybe tonight.”
Pleasure curls at his confession but you push this aside. This is important, and you want to make sure Jungkook understands.
“No, I’m sorry I was such a jerk to you,” you say. “Both in college and now. I assumed something that wasn’t true and… well, look where it led us.”
“Yeah.” His grip on you tightens. “Look where it led us. Y/N…” Jungkook pauses. “Do I wish things had been different and we’d gotten together earlier? Sure. But that’s not what happened. You believed your friend, and I didn’t try very hard to convince you otherwise. We both made mistakes.”
“I guess…”
“Listen.” Fingers slipping beneath your chin, Jungkook looks at you in earnest. “The past is the past. All we can control is what happens now. I’d like to date you, but that can’t happen if we don’t move on.”
Sleepily, you smile.
Jungkook blinks at your response. “What?”
“Nothing.” The final knot in your stomach begins to untangle. “You want to date me?”
His cheeks flush crimson. “I, uh – I thought that was obvious.”
“Good,” you say, reaching up for a kiss. “I’d like to date you, too.”
Jungkook obliges, kissing you gently as the wind howls outside. When he finally pulls away, you can’t help but smile. Settling into his chest, you nearly nod off when Jungkook stirs.
“Let me know if you’re hungry,” he yawns. “I have energy bars in my pack.”
“Okay.”
“Or cold. Let me know if you’re cold.”
“Why?” you ask, fighting a smile. “Are you going to give me your shirt?”
“Maybe.”
“And if I’m bored?”
He chuckles, hand slipping a bit lower. “I can think of ways to entertain us.”
A shiver travels your spine, but you shake your head. “I’m pretty happy right now, thanks,” you murmur, and he nods.
You must doze off at some point since you’re woken around midnight when Jungkook pulls out a blanket to cover you both. Using him as a pillow, you fall asleep again and the next time you wake, light enters from outside.
The storm is finally over.
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CHRISTMAS EVE, ONE YEAR LATER
Saturday, December 24th 9:17 PM
“A little to the left, don’t you think?”
Taehyung laughs by your side. “Y/N.” He takes a sip of champagne. “I’ve watched you adjust that star five times since I got here. This is a party. Act like it.”
“Sorry – sorry, you’re right,” you laugh.
The annual Christmas Eve party is in full swing at the Inn. The lobby has been decorated within an inch of its life, thanks to Tonja returning for the holiday season. Due to last year’s PR stunt, the Inn has been booked solid for nearly twelve months.
What started as guests coming because of Jungkook turned into travel agents recommending you as a niche getaway. Namjoon’s parents were stunned by the turnaround, saying this surpassed even their Hawaii resort. Jungkook was ridiculously pleased by this, referring to himself for three weeks as the man who outsold Timothée Chalamet.
This week has been the busiest yet, with people coming from all over to celebrate the holidays. You’ve worked non-stop, per usual but this Christmas has been different because this year, you aren’t celebrating alone.
Taehyung arrived two days ago and is staying through New Year’s. Your mom and Romel will come after Christmas and leave sometime in January. And Jungkook has been here since the start of December.
Usually, he’s either training or competing during the winter but Jungkook worked out a deal to train at a nearby facility during the week and the rest of the time, he’s been here. Helping you out – and cleaning up after Bam when he gets himself in trouble.
As though called into being, the crowd parts to reveal Jungkook near the fireplace. When he spots you, he waves, winding his way through the revelers to stand at your side.
Slipping an arm around your waist, he pulls you close.
“You look beautiful.” Jungkook brushes a kiss to your temple
“You said that earlier,” you scold, although you can’t help but smile. “When I left our room.”
“I know, but I meant it.”
“Who said you’re not great with words,” you murmur, turning to kiss him fully.
The kiss turns slightly heated as, pointedly, Taehyung clears his throat. Hastily, you disengage and find your best friend grinning at you like a proud father.
“Who would have thought,” he says, lifting his glass of champagne. “Nine years later, you’d be dating your Christmas ghost. Did Y/N tell you I tried to find you afterward?” he asks Jungkook. “Walked up and down the street calling your name.”
“Jungkook?”
“No. Christmas ghost.”
Jungkook snorts, taking a sip from a peppermint martini. “No, but you’ve told me that story. Several times.”
Ducking your head, you try to hide your laughter.
“And I’ll tell it again!” Taehyung declares, quoting Brooklyn 99 to lift his glass. “But seriously, Y/N. Everything comes full circle.”
Jungkook squeezes your waist, and you smile.
Another new development has been Jungkook and Taehyung’s friendship. You introduced them about a month into dating – surprisingly, they never hung out much in college – and the two instantly hit it off.
“And Leslie” – grimacing, Taehyung finishes his glass – “is exactly where she belongs. Which is not here.”
Jungkook stiffens and now, it’s your turn to squeeze his waist.
A few months into your relationship, you got your answer about Leslie. Shortly after New Year’s Eve, you reached out but every text you sent went unanswered. It was a chance encounter between Taehyung and an old friend from college which revealed the full story.
As it turned out, Leslie saw the near kiss between you and Jungkook at the party. When Jungkook ended their relationship, Leslie was bitter and took it upon herself to ensure you never dated. Apparently, Leslie bragged about this while drunk to her theater troupe.
Finding this out was like a blow to the stomach. There was a part of you which understood. The almost-kiss wasn’t your proudest moment, either – but the way Leslie reacted was undeniably petty. For a while you were angry, but you eventually realized you’re better off without her. You have other friends now, new people in your life who support your happiness.
Glancing at Jungkook, you smile, and his eyes crinkle.
“Let’s not ruin the evening by talking about her,” you suggest. “Current friends only.”
“Sounds good.” Waving a hand, Taehyung flags down a passing waiter. “Three glasses of champagne, please.”
The waiter nods and takes off. All the staff are present, scattered about the party. Yoongi is playing Christmas songs on the piano – he’s a concierge of many talents – while Namjoon speaks to his parents before the giant tree.
Tonja and Hoseok are laughing about something in the corner. Hoseok was promoted to head chef over the summer, and his restaurant has also become a big tourist draw. Jimin and Seokjin are around here somewhere, probably fending off their daily admirers.
When the waiter returns with champagne, Taehyung leaves to say hello to Namjoon. Left alone once more, you turn to face Jungkook.
He squints at the tree. “Is that star crooked?”
Your eyes widen in panic.
Glancing sideways, Jungkook winks and you realize he’s joking.
“Jungkook!” you cry.
“I’m sorry – I’m sorry!” he laughs, as you swat his sweater. “Taehyung texted me five minutes ago and asked me to say it.”
“Not fair!” you complain. “You’re supposed to be on my side.”
“There are no sides,” he teases, wrapping both arms around you. “Besides, there was twenty dollars attached to the request, which I plan to spend on you. Better?”
“Better,” you agree, resting your chin on his chest.
“How’s your ankle?”
Hiding a smile, you roll your eyes. “I hurt my ankle almost a year ago. When am I going to live that down?”
“Never.” Jungkook grins. “Although I wouldn’t mind another trip to the cabin this year.”
His words make you shiver.
Your ankle last year turned out to be a bad sprain, but it took several weeks to fully heal. During this time, Jungkook insisted you refrain from anything strenuous. Once you were cleared, the two of you actually slept together and – well. The weeks which followed were a blur. Several times, you stopped at the cabin midway through skiing for a quick release.
Resting your chin on his chest, you allow your eyes to shut. Your heart feels so frighteningly full. This feeling used to be terrifying, since you were convinced it meant another shoe was about to drop. Lately though, you’ve been allowing yourself to enjoy. To savor the moment, rather than worrying about when it might disappear.
Gently, Jungkook’s lips brush your hair. “Have I said how incredibly proud I am?” he says, surveying the party.
You follow his gaze around the room. “A few times.”
“Good. Nearly enough, then.”
You smile and turn your face up to his. “Merry Christmas,” you tell him, hoping he can hear everything between the lines.
Jungkook’s eyes shine in response. “Merry Christmas, Y/N.”
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Author’s Note: Thank you so much for reading! I hope you have a happy holidays if you celebrate, and a happy new year!
© kpopfanfictrash, 2021. Do not copy or repost without permission. There is no tag list for this story, please do not ask to be added.
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➙ SUMMARY | Min Yoongi is a family man, there’s no doubt about it. But which family is the question: his crime ring, looking up to their Don? Or you, his wife and kids?
➙ PAIRING | Don!Yoongi x reader
➙ GENRE | The Godfather!AU, 1970s!AU, mafia!AU, angst, smut
➙ RATE | 18+
➙ WC | 6.8k
➙ VOCAB INDEX | these are terms used in old-school New York / within The Godfather in association with the Italian mafia that aren’t as common presently, which I employ in the fic.
Caporegime: a high ranking member of a crime family, usually directly under an Underboss or Don
Cold Coffee: bad luck
Consigliere: an advisor to a crime boss
Don: The head of a crime family
Family: the regular kind, but can also mean a crime ring
Sleeping with the fishes: dead
➙ A/N | PLEASE HEED THE WARNINGS BEFORE YOU READ THIS! this has darker themes than any of my previous fics babes , make sure you're comfortable before you dive in.
— WARNINGS UNDER THE CUT —
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➙ WARNINGS | violence, m*rder, mentions of blood, mentions of a drive-by, explicit gory scenes, mentions of disembodiment, some gory imagery, guns, shooting, descriptions of fear, immorality, misogyny, gender roles, weapons, toxic relationship / marriage dynamics, manipulation, intimidation, fear, gaslighting, he makes her cry, scare tactics, smoking a cigarette, gun play, ring play, face grabbing, manhandling, rough sex, fingering, hickies, slight dumbification, degradation, humiliation, taunting, use of ‘bitch’ & ‘whore’, daddy kink, threat of penetration with a foreign object, primal references, breeding kink
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“IT’S THE NEXT big thing, Don Min. You invest now, and you’ll be reaping millions, just by the end of the month. Trust in the casino business, it’s the most reliable investment—besides brothels of course—” the man paused to titter at his joke, expecting to lighten the Don’s mood. But Yoongi’s face remained stoic as ever, piercing eyes and a head tilt his signature, “your grandchildren’s grandchildren will be set, I’ll tell ya.” 
There was a lull, silence meeting the man’s words. His excited proposition fell onto intimidating ears. Yoongi contemplated the man’s words with a hard-to-read expression. He was infamous for his poker face—the don’s steady demeanor, rarely fazed, was his signature. 
“It seems prosperable.” Yoongi said finally. The man before him physically relaxed, his tense shoulders loosening their iron grip. “What did I do to earn such a thoughtful gesture, Noto?” 
Noto laughed. “Is that a question? You’re my Don, of course. My first thought was to humbly ask for your support in this business endeavor.” He bowed his head, “I am grateful that you find value in my proposal.” 
Yoongi nods, a humorless puff of air leaving his mouth with a polite smile. He picked up the small glass of wine in front of him. “You’re right—and as your Don, I highly appreciate your respect. You know it carries weight with me.” He took a modest sip, slowly. He put his glass down, leaning back in his chair. “So forgive me if I’m a little confused as to why you already have a deal with Don Choi.” 
Noto was visibly frazzled at the confrontation. It was clear he didn’t think Don Min had any knowledge of his disloyalty—going behind his own Don’s back when he was approached by Choi’s people, after serving Don Min so loyally for so many years. Noto only wondered if the Don had any knowledge of the other deal between him and Choi…
The room tensed around Noto, pressure in the air building and pushing against his body. He loosened his necktie, finding oxygen hard to come by. His eyes darted between the caporegimes in the room, hesitantly landing back across the table. “Don Min, forgive me. But you know it’s just business, huh? Come on, you know me.” His intention is friendly, but his undertones panicked. “I’d never do anything to jeopardize your friendship. It was just, ah… bit of smart accounting, that’s all.” 
Yoongi nodded in understanding. “I see.” His hands clasped on the table as he leaned his weight forward. He shrugged. “It’s just business.” Noto nodded, keeping a nervous eye out for the other men in the room. “Of course, Don.” 
“Well, then,” Yoongi stretched his hand out—Noto flinched before he realized the absence of a threat—”count me in.” Yoongi’s expression was polite, with no hint of a smile or inviting gestures, but it was personal in a distinct Yoongi-like manner.
Noto let out a sigh of relief, reaching over vivaciously to shake the Don’s generously offered hand. “Thank you, sir. You won’t regret this, believe me.” 
Yoongi let the man clasp his ringed finger with both of his hands, shaking his appreciation. He nodded benevolently, patting Noto’s head. “I’m sure I won’t.” 
Noto bowed his head again to the Don, taking his cue to depart. He bid farewell to the other men in the room, nodding his head one by one—to Jung Hoseok’s handsomely stern pout, sat at Min Yoongi’s right hand; to Kim Namjoon’s stone cold expression, the Don’s consigliere; and finally to the youngest associate in the room, Jeon Jungkook. The Don’s newest recruit. Noto knew the boy well, having crossed paths with him at the house and the Don’s office, and never missed a chance to haze him. 
He reached over to Jungkook easily—he was sat closest, to Noto’s right—with the full intention of ruffling his respectable hairstyle into one of disarray. But his hand didn’t touch a hair on Jungkook’s head before the shots left Yoongi’s gun, dropping Noto to the floor. 
The body fell with a thud, chairs screeching against the tile floor as the weight pushed them away. Jungkook’s vest had caught a small splatter of blood, but the boy was quick to retrieve a small solution of laundry detergent from his inner pocket, dabbing at the fabric. 
Yoongi passed the gun to Hoseok, retrieving a handkerchief in return. “Shame. He was useful.” He wiped his hands clean, back to prim and proper, as always. “Traitorous bastard,” Namjoon spat. The blood pooled out of Noto’s body as the men all made to stand up. 
Yoongi didn’t spare a single glance down as he stepped over the body with his shiny leather shoes, shoes crisp to the ground as he carried on. “Find out who his contacts were. The proposition was good—he was onto something. And I’ll be damned if I let Choi get a hold of it first.” 
“Sure,” Hoseok was careful not to get any blood on his new, imported suit as he stepped around the body. “But how eager do you think they’ll be to switch? Surely that greasy Choi’s got ‘em under his protection.” 
Yoongi pushed his slicked hair back. “Make ‘em an offer they can’t refuse.” 
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“Papa!” 
The front door closing shut was followed immediately by two loud screeches and two pairs of small footsteps running to greet him.
“I missed you, papa.” Your daughter’s hands reached up as high as they could go, fingers wiggling to be picked up. His son was crowding his legs, next to his daughter, trying to talk over her. Yoongi scooped her in one fell swoop, but his eyes looked past the kids—and he saw you. 
You were in the kitchen with your apron on—tell-tale signs of the dinner he missed. You were busy with the dishes, but the sound of the door made you look up, spotting your husband for the first time that day. 
He saw the way you dropped your gaze immediately. How you busied yourself, feigning distraction in an effort to fend his eyes off. He could see the pout you wore deepening at his presence, a scowl forming as a result. Aimed at him—your husband who missed dinner. 
“Dad, look what I made,” your son was vying for his attention, eager to show him his paper mache airplane.
Yoongi tore his gaze away, turning his attention back to his children. “Show me how it works, bud…”
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Your drawer door slammed shut. “You’re always sorry, Yoongi. I don’t need your sorries.” Your robe moved as you turned around. “I need you to be here.” 
“I know.” His hands landed on your arms, rubbing comfortingly as he tried to catch your angry gaze at the floor, ducking his head. His sleeves were rolled up, his forearms on display, as he pulled you into his embrace, landing a kiss to the top of your head. Your arms stayed crossed, even as your cheek was pressed to his chest. “I’m sorry, baby. You know I don’t want to, but sometimes life’s some cold coffee. It’s for the prot—” 
“For the protection of the family. I know.” Yoongi was slightly taken aback by how you finished his sentence; even more so when you continued. “‘For the good of the family, for the protection of the family. I do everything for the family.’ I’ve heard it all, Yoongi.” You pulled away from his embrace, uncrossing your arms only to press your palms into his chest, and away. You retreated to the other side of the room, your back turned to him as you sat on the bed.
It wasn’t always like this. There was a time when you and Yoongi hardly went a moment without seeing each other, buzzing with longing if you two were separated. Before the kids, and the big house. Before the long work hours and closed doors. Before the secrets, and his rise to the role of Don. Before his father’s death. 
Yoongi was a different person back then, full of ambition and a hunger for honest-to-god, good living. He was on track to become a lawyer, or a senator. Something respectable. As the youngest of the family, this was never supposed to be his role—the head of the family would’ve always gone to his older brother when the previous Don’s time had passed. The plan was for Yoongi to lead an honest life. 
But he was a family man at heart. Showed up for his family when his brother was gunned down; comforted his grieving mother when his father passed of a heart attack. He stepped up, and assumed his responsibility. But along the way, that hunger and passion turned cold, and pivoted towards a more ruthless and unforgivable way of life. 
Though young when he’d been anointed don, he was smart; cunning. He gained respect and gathered power and influence faster than anyone had ever heard of. He was too good at his job, you always feared. And today, it was just dinner—but it’d build up, higher and higher until you were looking up at the man on a pedestal too high for you to touch. You could feel the Yoongi you once knew slipping away through your fingertips. 
“I saw the paper today.” Your voice was heavy after the lull of silence that had settled over the room. “You did it, didn’t you?” 
“You’re going to have to be more specific, sweetheart.” Yoongi sighed. 
“The newsboy, dead on Broad street. They said he got caught in a crossfire, but I know a drive-by when I see one. I heard Hoseok mention Broad street the other day, and—” you took a deep breath to calm your rising chest. “It was you, wasn’t it.” 
“Haven’t I told you not to ask about my work?” Yoongi’s voice had slipped into warning, a sigh on the tip of his tongue. 
But you didn’t stop. “You gave the order, Yoongi. To kill that boy. I don’t care what your excuse was, he saw something, he heard something. You came home … that night , and put our son to sleep with his blood on your hands, I—” a sob chokes you, your hand flies up to cover your mouth. You don’t want the kids to hear. 
“Stop it.” He crosses the room to you, pulling your hand away from your mouth. A sob breaks through, and he brushes a tear away with his thumb as he caresses your face. “I said stop,” he commanded. And you swallow the next sob—with nothing muffling you, the sounds could easily travel under the door and into your childrens’ rooms.  
Yoongi sighs and shakes his head, as if your reaction was an inconvenience. “I told you not to ask about my work.” His fingers slip away from your face, out of his caress. He sits down next to you purposefully, tilting your tear-stained face towards him. “But just this once. Okay?” 
You swallow, but the lump in your throat doesn’t go away. You’re scared for the whisper to leave your mouth, scared of his answer. But you have to know. “W-was it you?” 
He doesn’t break your eye contact, but his expression is unreadable. You search for any inkling, any hint. But he awards you none—it was his forte. After a few long, excruciating seconds, he answers you in a soft, firm, steady voice. “No.” 
You search his eyes for any other answer, any rogue feeling gone awry. But there isn’t any. You fall into his embrace in relief, unable to prevent your hiccuping cry. 
“Sh,” he pats your head. His voice is soft as he wipes the tears silently falling from your eyes. “Hey now, you’re alright. We’re alright.” He’s hugging you as her sobs shake your body, allowing yourself to be coddled and calmed by him. He was always a rock—a steady sangfroid against an ever volatile world.
“Please stop working so much.” You sniffle, looking up at him. “What’s the point of family if we don’t ever see you.” Your voice is tiny, but he hears. “One dinner. That’s all I want.” 
He looks down at you, his lips shifting into a soft smile. He kisses the top of your forehead. “How’s tomorrow?” 
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The office blinds are open, allowing for a shutter of light to drift in. Lamps are lit around the room, illuminating the presence of the caporegimes and consigliere seated purposefully. 
“The Kangs are one of the oldest families in New York. We should be able to trust them.” Hoseok argued. 
“The way Don Kim was able to trust them?” Namjoon shot back. They all knew what had happened to the Kim family—the old Don was shot in a drive-by by a car notably driven by the Kang family. No one was able to prove it, the oldest son, Seokjin, assuming power soon after. Seokjin had proven to be a strategist, focusing all of his efforts on moving out west and relocating his family to profit from a more authentic enterprise, cutting crime out almost entirely from the family. He’d gotten his revenge in the end, though. In the form of Kang’s youngest son’s head delivered to him on a shiny platter. 
“They wouldn’t dare try anything at a meeting on our ground, not even a piece on ‘em.” Hoseok countered, but Yoongi held his hand up, silencing the room. 
“Namjoon’s right. They can’t be trusted.” Namjoon smirked smugly. “But we can’t outright refuse a meeting. It’s a show of disrespect. We’ll send people to meet ‘em somewhere public, at a restaurant full of civilians and shit. It’s safer.” 
Hoseok nodded, turning to signal another man, who left the room promptly to carry out the don’s instructions. 
Yoongi turned his attention to the next matter, facing Hoseok. “Did you take care of that newsboy problem?” 
“Of course, sir. He’s sleeping with the fishes.” Hoseok confirmed. “I’ve got the package we intercepted safely hidden.” 
Yoongi nodded thoughtfully. “Good. And, hey. Be more careful next time, huh? Yn saw the papers, and heard you mention Broad street. I don’t need her or anyone else asking questions.” 
“He was in a rush to get home that day, sir.” Namjoon had a hint of a smile on his face, much to Hoseok’s chagrin. “His wife was ovulating.” The room broke into soft chuckles, the men’s shoulders shaking silently with laughter. Yoongi rolled his eyes. 
“Regardless,” Hoseok interrupted. “Those damn Amatas never knew what hit ‘em.” 
“Serves them right, pushing our borders like that,” Namjoon riles up. He leans forward, “I mean, what did they think—” 
“It’s bullshit,” Hoseok agreed.” 
“They’ve been eyeing our business for a while now.” Park Jaisang, a senior caporegime to the don, chimed in. “It looks like they want to use their Transport connections to somehow overtake our business by controlling our intake of goods. 
“I’ll tell you what. They can take their transport connections, and shove ‘em up where—” Namjoon was in the middle of making a fist with his hands and pounding it in an obscene manner when Jaisang interrupted. 
“Anyways, we’ll have to push back. Protect our goods without interfering with their business. Otherwise we lose our connection.” 
“Well what if we…” Hoseok started, and the room fell into discussion. Heavy “No fucking way”s and “Forget about it!”s followed almost every proposition. 
Yoongi sat quietly, thinking. The men, running through and out of ideas, turned to their don, asking for his thoughts. Park Jaisang spoke, “There doesn’t seem to be a viable way to go about pushback without losing our transport connection.”
Yoongi was quiet for several moments, his head tilting to the side as he pondered. The room fell silent as his low voice arose. “Then we’ll have to take it over.” 
More silence followed his words. They all look at the don in shock. Jaisang was the one to voice their concerns, “It’s a big operation, Don Min. Bigger than we’ve handled before.” 
Yoongi leans forward in his chair, using his hands as sound actions as he talks, pointing to various sports on the desk as he lists, “With their business, we could control all of New York’s shipments. We wouldn’t have to rely on anyone else.” His voice is calm, deep. As though he wasn’t just outlining a plan to overthrow one of the biggest shipping companies on the East coast. Almost as though he was just discussing the weather. 
“Yes, but we’re not equipped for it.” Namjoon reminded, raising an important point. 
“So. We’re going to get equipped.” His voice was definitive, uninviting to debate. The room fell into another lull as understanding dawned on the men—Yoongi’s plans for the operation were bigger than any of them knew until now. The young Don was hungry, and he had the ambition to chase it. 
“Well, we’d have to start with…” They launched into logistics immediately, taking the boss’ command and running with it, like proper caporegimes. 
Through the discussion, Jeon Jungkook had quietly gained the don’s ear, to his left, “Excuse me, Don. You told me to notify you at 7:00 PM.” 
Yoongi’s eyebrows furrowed. “Why? What’s at 7 PM?” 
Jungkook cleared his throat. “Your family dinner, sir.” 
Fuck. Yoongi glanced up at the grandfather clock in his office. Sure enough, The clock was soon to strike 7, giving him thirty minutes to get back to the house in time to sit down for family dinner. Though, the lively discussion taking place wasn’t about to end soon. They were launching a full-scale operation. It needed time, planning. It needed his full attention. 
You’d have to understand. 
“Thank you, Jeon. Carry on.” 
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The moment he steps into your bedroom, he knows how this is going to go. 
You don’t look at him when he calls out a greeting, eyes pointedly focused on your book. He silently scoffs, shaking his head as he goes to hang his suit jacket up in the closet. A row of neatly folded clothes and freshly pressed shirts greet him—fruits of your labor today. 
“You missed dinner.” Yoongi rolls his eyes. He can probably guess your dialogue word for word. You missed dinner, how could you, you promised, you work too much. He sighs, rolling his sleeves up. He’s in the mood, not after the day he’s had. 
But you go on, as if on cue. “You promised.”
He knows you have a right to be upset, but hadn’t you two had this conversation, at least a hundred times, before? You knew his excuses, as he knew your nags. You knew he was at work, and that he would get caught up sometimes. He was a Don, for chrissake.. 
Women. Only concerned with their dinners and clothes. Throwing a temper tantrum when their husbands get caught up with real business. So busy spending his money you don’t care what it takes to earn it. So busy raising his kids you don’t know what it takes to keep them safe. 
“Now you’re not even going to talk to me?” Your voice drifts through his tired, irritated mind, just begging to be disciplined. The lack of respect you have for him as a wife is jarring. If a husband were to come home, exhausted after a long day, his wife is supposed to first greet him, preferably with food. She’s supposed to let him relax, put the kids to bed, and shut the fuck up while he unwinds, to award him some peace and quiet. 
She isn’t supposed to run her mouth. Like a filthy brat.
“Yoongi—” 
“Stop it.” He turned around, his gaze sharp on your thin slip, barely covering you up. “I mean it.” 
“We need to talk—” 
He strides towards the bed, footsteps loud on the wooden floor as makes his way to the dresser next to you, roughly pulling his necktie off with a warning evident in his eyes. “Shut up.” His voice is dangerously low and steady; the calm before the storm. 
You look back at him with your bottom lip threatening to jut out, like a child throwing a tantrum. Your brows are furrowed, your gaze indignant. Several moments pass as you stare at him, contemplating whether or not to open your mouth. You seem to be weighing the consequences. But your grievances win out in the end; you cross your arms over your chest, an attempt to look strong, but it only displays how weak the wall you’d put up was. 
“You parade around like a family man,” you taunt with a precarious voice, “But you’re a fake, Min Yoongi. A poser and a fake.” 
The thread keeping his composure together was thin to begin with, but with your perfectly targeted words, it snaps like a weak twig. He reaches over, easily grabbing your arm. Your eyes widen, darting to his hand, but quickly back to his face—anticipating his next move. 
He leans close, “And you’re the perfect mother? You’re a princess,” he spits, “sitting here at home all day, wearing pretty little dresses and decorating our baby’s room with bows and frills. But you want me to be a family man. You want me to sit at home playing dress up with you?” He grabs your face. “You wanna have quiet family dinners while bullets fly through our window? Because I was at home playing house? Because my wife threw a temper tantrum?” 
The whimper you let out is outside of your control, but it only makes Yoongi’s fingers tighten into your cheeks. “Who’s going to protect you when you’re out spending my money, huh? Who’s going to put a roof over your head, or food in your fridge?” He’s getting closer with each syllable—you can feel the spit flying everywhere, drops hitting your skin. He’s a breadth away from your lips when he says, “Who’s going to fuck those babies into you, the ones you wanted so badly?” His eyes are dark as he tilts his head, trailing his breath up your jawline. “Who’s going to pump you full of their cum, impregnate you like the bitch you are?” Blood is pounding in your ears, your breathing uneven as you try to hold perfectly still. 
He pushes you away, the force making you fall back into the bed. Your heart is racing, beating loudly from the intimate moment he just broke. Straightening up, he looks at your pitiful figure, “The disrespect you show me, when I’m all that stands between you and a bullet in your head.” He tsks, looking down disappointedly. “You have no idea what it takes. But I’m about to teach you, sweetheart.” 
He grabs your hand without looking at you, making your book fall from your lap as he pulls you off of the bed to follow him. Your breath is caught in your throat as you follow behind the man, weaving you through the house, and out the kitchen door into the backyard. You don’t realize your destination until he tugs you into the stand-alone garage, and locks the door behind you. 
He leaves you standing there, taking lazy steps around, as he lights his cigarette. The silence is eerie as he puffs, tucking his hand into his pocket and turning around to face you. He looks you up and down, standing meekly at the entrance with only your slip gown. He was in almost his full suit,  suspenders and all—he’d only gotten as far as taking off his jacket before…
He ends the staring contest with your body, leaning back against the garage wall nonchalantly. “Pick it up.” He nods over at the gun laying on the table in front of you. You take one look at the intimidating thing, and back up, where a target lay ahead of you—what the men used for practice—and your head whips back to him. 
“Pick it up.” He repeats, calm as ever, inhaling more smoke. Though his tone wasn’t turbulent, it awarded you with no room to argue—he isn’t going to ask again. 
Hesitantly, you reach a shaky hand out, feeling the cool metal under your touch as your hand wrapped around the gun. You’re sure you’re holding it wrong when you lift it up, surprised at the weight—it’s heavier than it looks. You turn it over in your hand, examining it up close. There was always a distance between you and guns, whether it was in someone else’s hand, or laying around in a room you never entered. This was the first time you had a good look at the deadly weapon. It wasn’t as scary up close. 
You feel Yoongi’s presence behind you before you hear it, his hand wrapping over yours. You look back, startled. “Put your finger here–like that—” he instructs, guiding your hands over the unfamiliar object. It’s slightly difficult when your body’s quivering, unaware of why he’s teaching you how to hold a gun. 
“Good.” He praises once you get a good hold. He reaches over you, his body pressing into your back, enveloping you entirely, to retrieve the bullets out of a drawer. And a second gun. 
“This is how you load ‘em.” His fingers work quickly, the gun clicking in the fearful silence you’re standing in. Once the barrel closes shut, he shows it to you. Leaning into your ear, over your shoulder, he nods at the gun in your hand, “Don’t worry, yours is already loaded.” 
You almost drop the gun in fright, your hand suddenly running cold. It suddenly feels as though the hand holding the gun didn’t belong to you, like its master was extracorporeal, simply attached to your body. But it wasn’t an alien presence—it was just Yoongi, holding the strings like a puppet master. 
“Stand here,” he grips your shoulders, moving you roughly to stand further back, directly in front of the makeshift target. His fingers run down your dominant arm, sending a warm sensation through your body. Once he reaches your wrist, he guides it upwards, making you point the barrel of the gun at the target. “Put your finger on the trigger.” 
Your heart starts beating rapidly in your chest, and you start to shake. He isn’t really going to make you go through with this? “Yoongi—” 
He doesn’t have patience, cutting off your sentence with an exasperated sigh and moving your finger over the trigger himself. “Fucks sake.” Tears well up in your eyes as your breathing is irregulated.
“Now, you wanted me to come home, so you have to protect the family.” His voice is low, his mouth pressed to your ear. “Shoot.” 
Your hand is shaking way too much, you have to support it with your other hand, grabbing it by the wrist. You shake your head, “Yoongi, I can’t—”
 “You can demand shit from me but you can’t pull a trigger?” He scoffs, holding you tightly at the waist to make sure you can't move away. Your eyes are teary when you shake your head, and he tsks. “Maybe you need a little motivation.” 
You hear the clicking of the gun behind you before you can register the feel of the cold metal pressed to your temple. On the other end of Yoongi’s hand is the barrel of his gun, pressing into you with a threatening force. His voice is steady as rock when he breathes, “Shoot.” 
Fear pierces through your heart, and your breath stops. Your tears break through the dam, running down your face as you silently weep. You’re afraid to make a sound, unsure of what’ll set off the precarious trap. You choke back sobs as you silently plead to Yoongi, hoping he’ll somehow understand. No such luck.
“Either you shoot, or I shoot.” Yoongi delineates. You chance a look at him, your eyes darting to his face—he’s stone cold. Not a hint of warmth to reassure you. You’ve seen this Yoongi before—the ruthless don who made difficult decisions. But you never thought you’d be on the other end of his gun. 
You wanted to believe your husband was a good man—that he’d never even consider blowing a hole through his wife, leaving his children motherless. You wanted to believe that he was a family man at heart, and that the softness you once saw in him was still alive. But deep down, you’d long accepted that the man you’d agreed to marry was gone. You didn’t know what this man was truly capable of. 
Maybe it’d never be a bullet in your head, but this was a test regardless—an allegory. Adrenaline shoots through your heart as you promise to yourself repeatedly that you’d never disobey him again. And you couldn’t now, either. 
You shut your eyes tightly as your hands tremble, but you tighten them further around the gun, lest you cause an accident with your unsteadiness. You send a small prayer up to the heavens before finding the trigger with your index finger. A sob breaks out of your chest, and the bullet leaves the gun in the time it took for a single tear drop to leave your ducts. 
The loud unexpected sound startles you, and amplifies this moment, the kickback even worse. You drop the gun immediately, not at all concerned about where the bullet landed on the target. You turn around to find refuge, sobbing as you throw yourself into Yoongi’s chest. Your whole body shakes as you grasp his shirt tightly with your fists, looking for something to hold you up before you collapse to your knees. 
“I can’t, Yoongi. I’m sorry,” you blubber, “I’m so sorry, please don’t make me do that again. I’m sorry—” 
Yoongi’s hand strokes your head as he shushes you. “Hey, it’s okay. Sh, baby, you don’t have to do it again.” He holds you close, safe. You nod as your shaking body winds down to a quiver, clutching Yoongi like a lifeline. He tilts your head up and makes your tear-stained face look at him, and the cold, soulless eyes you’d seen before were replaced with a soft look. He wiped your tear away with his thumb, and you leaned your cheek into his hand, a calming feeling meeting your veins for the first time that night. 
Until, “But you still disrespected me, didn’t you?”
You look at him with wide, teary eyes, wondering what fate would befall you next. You nod meekly. 
“What kind of husband would I be if I let that behavior fly, hm?” You want to point that he didn’t let it fly, that the reasons for your tears right now had to do with him not letting you get away with it. But you keep your mouth shut. 
His hand trails down your night slip, taunting the thin fabric. You let out a gasp when he reaches your core, a criminal smirk ghosting onto his lips. You feel his fingers pressing into you through the fabric, the indent of his rings making it clear. “You deserve to be punished, right?” 
You nod again without much thought, bowing your head. He has a right to punish you, you’d spoken much too boldly. A mistake you now have to pay for. 
“That’s what I fucking thought.” 
You suddenly find yourself clutching to his bicep for dear life as he pushes you backwards, towards the table in the center of the garage. Hoisting you up, he’s quick to tug your nightgown up roughly, surely ripping some of the seams. His tongue peeks out at the sight of your panties, running over his lips salaciously. “Whatcha put all the bows and frills on for? For me?” His hand runs up your thigh, and he leans closer over you. “Wanted to surprise your husband?” 
You gulp with a weak nod, now feeling pathetic about your earlier excitement. “So you do have a semblance of what it means to be a wife.” His fingers explore your garment, finding a protruding wetness seeping through. You burn in shame as his fingers press into you through the fabric, shutting your eyes at the squishing sound beneath his hand. 
“Your body knows it belongs to me, huh?” He drawls, pushing his tongue into his cheek.You can’t handle the eye contact, looking away in humiliation. He takes your exposed neck as an opportunity, hungrily leaning in to take a bite. 
You whimper as his teeth sink into your skin, his breaths loud in your ear as sloppily tongues your neck. You start to squirm with the sensations running through your veins, but he holds you still. He’s engulfing you with his body, hands pinned to either side of you, leaving you trapped underneath him. Like a hunter, who’s ensnared his prey and begins to feast. 
A tearing sound breaks through the room, the scraps of your panties throw over Yoongi’s shoulder as the culprit. He doesn’t pay any attention to your surprised face, just takes advantage of the new exposure and immediately cups your heat. His fingers run over your folds, like he was feeling them out—like you were his property, and he was doing a routine check. But there was nothing routine about the way he started rubbing fervently, his rings dragging across your folds. 
Your legs started to shake in anticipation as he explored, teasing your clit and your opening. When he finally sunk his fingers in, it was embarrassingly easy—something Yoongi didn’t fail to notice. “Look at how you suck me in,” he taunts with a pretty smile, the devil behind it. “I own you.” 
You cry out as the ridges of his rings nudge against your entrance. It doesn’t deter Yoongi, fully pushing them in and filling you to the brim. The metal feels cool against your hot walls, and you can’t stop kicking your legs. 
“Quit it.” Yoongi huffs, snatching your legs up in one fell swoop and pushing you down on your back. He holds your legs to his chest with one hand as the other pumps your cunt, your slick making it an easy glide. “Fucking brat.”
Your legs are quivering in his grasp, but he doesn’t let up. His iron grip is strong as his fingers move quickly in and out of your cunt. Your squishy walls are unaccustomed as the protruding rings penetrate you in invasive ways. You know one of them has his family emblem engraved into the metal—it’s like he’s branding you on the inside, too. A stamp to make sure you belonged to Don Min. 
His thrusts are ruthless, two fingers opening you up. You constrict around him, can’t help the way the metal makes you feel. You feel your end approaching quickly, not sure how much more of this stimulation you can take. “Yoongi, please, I-I’m—” 
He must’ve guessed the end of your sentence because he immediately pulls his fingers out, ignoring your cries as he wipes the essence on your slip with a sneer, soiling your clothes. He doesn’t have a care in the world about how hard you’re going to have to scrub tomorrow to wash it out. It’s not his problem. 
“This bratty shit, it never ends.” He scoffs, pushing your legs away from him aggressively. “Entitled as fuck.” You open your mouth, desperate to wail ‘no, i can be good! I promise!’, but he interrupts you first. 
“First it was the disrespect, and now this.” He shakes his head, his hands falling to something behind you. “You need to start taking me more seriously.” 
You don’t know how to tell him you do respect him, you already take the dangerous man seriously. You want to vouch for yourself, beg for him to see how good of a wife you were. Good and quiet, you can do that. But once you see what he’s retrieved in his hand, you’re shut silent. 
“See, baby, my job is very dangerous.” He moves the loaded gun, nudging your knees open with it. You see it all in slow motion as he moves towards your center. “More than I think you understand.” You choke back a gasp as you feel the barrel brush against your folds, afraid to take a breath. 
“Because I’d do anything to protect you. Because I love you,” he’s leaning in, his voice hushed with a hard edge as he brushes his lips against your ear. “But you can’t even appreciate that.” Your breath is shaky as he moves your head to look at him. “Can you?” You can’t focus on his words, too busy fearing for your life as the cold metal is pressed against you. You feel your entrance clenching tightly, preparing for the penetration. But it never comes. 
You nod, answering his question. “I respect you, Yoongi. I’m sorry.” You hold on to those words like a lifeline, hoping they’re the right ones. Several moments pass as Yoongi lets you marinate in the tense moment, unsure of where your fate lies. But he gives you a small nod of affirmation, disengaging the gun and throwing it to the side. You let out a big sigh of relief, dizzy with anticipation. 
Yoongi rolls his sleeves up, evidently not done with teaching you a lesson. “Who am I, baby?” His use of a pet name is laced with irony as he roughly tugged you closer by your legs. The jingle of his belt and zipper filled the room as Yoongi dropped his pants, wrapping your legs around his waist, his endgame evident. 
“My don,” you whisper, eyes avoiding his, and instead glued to the intimidating girth he’d just pulled out. His ringed hand wraps around it, pumping himself a few times, clearly satisfied with your answer. He is your don first. 
He nudges your entrance, “And what else am I?” 
You don’t have the chance to respond as he pushes in, crying out with the stretch of his cock. The rings are one thing—a new sensation. But nothing can top the feeling of Yoogi’s dick breaking you in two. 
His hand wraps around your face, pushing your mouth open with two fingers as he repeats himself. “What am I, sweetheart?”
“Daddy!” You cry, shaking as he impales you. He leans in close as he bottoms out, licking a stripe up your chin to find your mouth. He spits a glob of saliva into your open and awaiting hole, relishing in the way you swallow it down immediately, sticking your tongue out to show him it was all gone. 
“That’s right, I’m daddy.” He growls, picking up the pace. He holds you steady as he wreaks havoc on your battered cunt, making you take it. “I’m your family man. I’m daddy. Don’t forget it.” 
You give a weak nod, the best you can do in your state. Your hole is trying to adjust to the feeling of his cock after the cold sensations it was previously exposed to. But the way he ruthlessly moves his hips, slapping into you with each thrust, makes it more difficult. The power imbalance was clear, seeping in from your life. 
“Gonna fuck a baby into you,” he pants, driving his hips into yours, penetrating deeply. “It’s all you’re good for.” The way you tightly clench around him is outside of your control, and so is the moan you let out. There’s nothing more you want in life than to carry his children. 
“P-Please, daddy.” You beg, grasping at his shirt, hoping your need comes across. He reads your desperation like a book, feels how you pull him closer with your legs wrapped around his waist. 
“Yeah? Wanna carry my kids?” He quickens his pace and you know he’s close. What you don’t know is that he’s been edging himself the entire time, waiting for the moment he’d be able to empty his balls into your cunt. “Want me to fuck you stupid and get you pregnant again?” 
“Please, please,” you chant, dying to feel his seed fill you up. “I want your babies, Don Min. Please.” 
“Fuck, you’re a perfect little whore.” He kisses you roughly as he nears his end, rutting into you inhumanly as he builds himself up to his climax. It’s all tongue and teeth, your body jostling, as he claims your mouth as his. He stakes his claim in your pussy next, filling your womb to the brim with his cum as he reaches his peak. He lets out an animalistic grunt as he empties himself, lazily rutting and working himself through it. 
His head is thrown back and he looks like a god, damp hair sticking to his forehead, eyes shut, mouth open. The light behind him gives him a halo, topping the picturesque moment that you’d store away in your brain forever. 
He pulls himself out after riding his peak, pushing his hair back and pulling his pants up promptly, re-buckling his belt. He turns around, pulling a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and lighting it, letting out a puff to the side, giving you a view of his side profile. He tucks the cigarettes back in his pocket, and without a second glance back, strides towards the door, walks out, and lets it close behind him. 
Left sitting on the table, his cum leaking out of you, you see the ruthless Don clearly now.
You know that the newsboy had died by his hand.
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delugguk · 4 days ago
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'next thing you know, you're holding hands with him and end up getting married!'
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pair: jungkook x reader
genre: smut, stablished relationship, drabble.
word count: 641
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Ridiculous.
"I only have eyes for you," You pant out of breath staring at his face. Seating on his lap, bouncing hard on his dick.
"can't you see?" With a gasp, you grip onto his shoulders closer to your body. Jungkook's juicy thighs are all spread on the bed and he's not even touching you. Hands on each side, he's slighly pouty and there's a clearly hostile glare that's mixed with pleasure. He's trying not to react at how well your pussy swallows him but the more you bounce and kiss on his sweaty neck, the harder it gets.
Muscles flex.
You take his head closer to your chest and bury his face between your breasts, swinging your hips back and forth on him, "look at me baby." And Jungkook does obey.
his hooded, doe glistening eyes stare at you from belowㅡchin touching your skin. he's still sulking but his eyes gaze at you as if he was asking for more. Perhaps him wanting you to show him the real deal, to show him how solid your words truely are. To prove him that you'll forever look at him and him only and that you'll never leave him for another man. ㅡ while Jungkook was very confident of himself and your relationship, he still had his little jealousy times.. yeah, he was the jealous type but that didn't bother you as you liked that of him. It makes you feel safe and protected as he wasn't the toxic jealous type of boyfriend either. Just the right amount but he could still get possessive sometimes.
when looking up at you, he seemed pretty needy and cute. You wanted to plaster a bunch of kisses all over his face.
"did you heard me?" you ask him softly in contrast of how deep your thrusts were. He let's out a pleased hum confirming your answer but you needed to hear a clearer response from his pretty pink lips.
"Answer me," giving a peck to his forehead, the tone of your voice is rather much tender. You swear you get to catch his eyes twinkle for a second before he buries down his face back to your chest, placing a quick kiss.
he hiss, "I heard you," this time touching your body. Hands all over your waist, he guides your body waves deeper on him and there's a line of your arousal that connects to his pelvis everytime you move out of him. The both of you catching that little detail made the whole room suddenly feel like the hottest and that makes him fix his eyes back at you.
"I just want you all for myself," he almost mumbles, voice deep.
Clinched arms wrapping around your body, he presses you tigher agaisnt him. "You should be only mine." His strong hug making you stock-still but soon enough you notice that's his plan all along because of the way his hips start marking a rather fast speed.
"babe-" you can't help but arch your back.
fuck.
he feels so good right now and his hot breath hitting your sweaty skin isn't helping.
"Hm?" He pauses. "So you just go and help everyone?" Dick shoving a fast dagger into your heart, his breathing cuts in between each move.
You're a moaning, whimpering mess.
Spank!
"Fuck. Pussy so good and you can't even talk to me." he groans. "how dare you answer like that when you have me?"
Spank!
"ffuck I'm going crazy. I'll never do that to you."
Spank!
"Only I can fuck you like this;"
Spank!
"Only I can see you like this,"
Spank!
"...touch you like this,"
Spank!
"And treat you like this."
"eumngㅡfuck! yeah baby.." you yelp back, very much lost in pleasure.
"Only me and no one else, understood?"
"yes baby only you.. eughㅡfucking me so goodㅡfucking good!" You sob, eyes watery.
Being so horny, he kept on thrusting hard into you, "fucking great.."
Indeed, he was very hot when he was jealous.
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prodagustd · 9 days ago
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so it goes | myg
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 Summary: You and Yoongi have been hooking up, having dates and spending most of the week together for almost seven months. He was comfortable without a title, until the last two weeks, when you couldn't see him because of your busy schedule, Yoongi can't understand why he misses you so bad if your relationship is just sex to him. Or maybe he does, but he's too much of a coward to admit it.
 —pairing: rapper!yoongi x reader
—rating: +18
—genre: friends with benefits (kind of?) to lovers, fluff, smut.
—warnings/tags: fingering, unprotected sex, dirty talk, mentions of blowjobs, dom!yoongi i guess? (he's soft tho!!) yoongi is in denial, he asks himself lots and lots of questions, emotional constipation!!! etc etc
—words: 6.8k
a/note: hiii, this is my first time posting something for bts and i'm really excited!!! i'm planning to write more about this couple so feedback is appreciated :) pd: english is not my first language. taglist is open if you want to join!!
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You were five blocks away from Yoongi’s apartment when your phone vibrated in your pocket for the second time in the span of five minutes.
[Yoongo]: Hurry up
[Yoongo]: Dinner is almost ready
[Yoongo]: If you don’t start running I’m gonna start eating without you.
You giggled looking at his contact name, he made a typo when he wrote his name on your phone and you never changed it, you liked it that way. Yoongi wasn’t going to eat without you, he was the one who invited you, but you started to walk faster anyway.
The memory of the Yoongi who wrote his name on your phone seems so distant now, he was so different from the one who was waiting for you at his apartment, maybe because your mind had unconsciously decided to divide the image you had of him into different parts. The first one was the Yoongi everyone else knew, the rapper, producer and founder of his own label, a well respected name in the industry. The second was the one you knew from the media and the paparazzi pictures of him that came out every weekend, coming out of the club with a different girl by his side every time. Getting bored too fast, never getting enough of that life or anything at all.
The cold wind hit your face as you remembered the first time you met Yoongi, it was the night that Jungkook decided to throw a party, celebrating the start of summer. During that time, your best friend had recently signed with Yoongi's label and was very excited to introduce you to his new friends. You met Namjoon and Hoseok and a few other members of their team, but all you remember was Yoongi’s lingering gaze and intimidating aura, he said hi to you but nothing else, clearly not interested in meeting new people, clearly not interested in meeting you. But as the night passed and Jungkook's party was coming to an end, the only thing you could focus on was his piercing dark eyes staring at you. Why would he be staring at you all night, giving you sneaky glances until you left but never making a move?
"Because you were Jungkook's friend" Yoongi would answer if you were to ask him now, and then he would say something about not fucking people who he could possibly see again. What an asshole, you thought at your imaginary conversation.
At that time you didn't lose sleep over it, didn't question it too much, but even though you two had way too different personalities, you couldn't deny that he was attractive enough for you to find yourself thinking of him once or twice during that week.
The third and last part of the image you had of him in your mind was very different from the last one. You remember discovering it at Jungkook's barbecue party. It was a hot afternoon, Yoongi took a seat next to you and he asked what you were studying at the university, he tried to sound interested when you answered history. You made a lame joke and that was the first time that you saw his gummy smile. You liked it so much that you wanted to say another joke just as bad.
He was quiet, calm and observant, nice enough to offer you a ride home. Nice enough to offer you a ride home every time since that day. He used to say that your dorm was on the way to his house, which was a lie but you didn't know it back then.
You let him drive you home, you enjoyed the music he played and the way he listened to you when he asked you about your life, you enjoyed listening to him talk about his. You thought you were so lucky to know that part of him, and you were so embarrassed when you realized you had a huge crush on him. He was just being nice, no matter how kind he was or how flirty he sounded, he could never feel the same way about you. That's what you thought, until he kissed you before you jumped out of his car one night. That's what you thought until he started kissing you every single time after that.
It wasn't the first time that you asked yourself why Yoongi was so adamant to not let you go, you weren't his girlfriend and he wasn't your boyfriend, but why, after being with so many girls, he decided to keep you? Why did his actions say that he liked you more than his words did? You were pretty, you could admit that, but so were all the other girls, what did you have that they didn't?
You remember asking him about it once. After a long debate about which movie to watch, you beat him by outright refusing to watch a sci-fi movie over a romcom, you and him were laying on his bed with your head on his chest and his hand stroking your hair when a scene of a romantic monologue started, you lifted your head and looked at him.
“What do you like most about me?” Smiling, you watched him trying to act like you didn’t catch him off guard. His eyes popped open but automatically a stupid smirk appeared on his face.
“Your ass.” He answered and you punched his arm before he could finish the last word, he let out an “auch” as his shoulders started shaking from laughter. Then, he decided to correct himself. “I like that you’re sweet”
“That's the lamest thing to like about me” you complained, “I'll pretend that you just said my ass.” you feigned to focus on the movie again, taking your eyes off of him.
During the six months that you had met him, you learned how to manage him a little bit. Sometimes offering food worked, in the worst of the cases it was to throw a tantrum, but that day it only took a pout for him to break.
“Don't” he grabbed your chin, making you look at him again “You're the sweetest,” he confirmed again and kissed you tenderly on the lips “you make laugh. And you're hot.”
“The hottest?” You joked.
“You bet.”
Yoongi was a man of a few words and you always cherished the ones he had for you. Like when you started going to his studio to bring him food that you cooked only for him, Yoongi forces himself to work long hours and most of the time he forgets to eat, but when you bring him food he eats every single thing.
He always grabs you by the waist and sits you on his lap, he asks you about your day and you ask him about his. He shares food with you and feeds you on the mouth.
“Your food is always the best, babe” he murmurs with his mouth full of food.
You still think about the first night you invited him to your dorm one time that your roommate wasn't home. He ordered food, drinked wine with you, watched half of a movie, decided to take off your clothes and fucked you on your bed for the first time.
Your bed wasn't as big as his, he had a king size all for himself while in yours only fitted you and maybe half of him. But Yoongi didn't care, not when he was on top of you. Holding your legs up, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips and his wet lips whispering against your neck, he made you look at him the whole night while he fucked you open nice and slow, he liked to take his time. You remember Yoongi squishing your face between his fingers making you pout slightly, he thought you looked so pretty like that, with parted lips and furrowed eyebrows willing to let him fuck you as long as he wanted, however he wanted. At that point he knew your body too well, he knew how to touch you and where to kiss you, but you knew him too, and you knew he talked too much when he was close to his climax, letting the words escape from his mouth without permission. You don't remember everything he said that night, but you do remember a couple lines because during that time, they kept you awake for a few nights.
“My pretty girl, always taking me so well” he said as you threw you head back when he started leaving kisses down your neck, sneaking his hand where your bodies connected so he could slowly rub his thumb on your clit, making you whine his name as you felt your walls abruptly clench around him, he loved that shit, he loved how high pitched your voice sounded as he thrusted in and out, brushing the spot that made your toes curl "My only girl, only mine.”
Pressed against him because the bed was too small for the two of you he hugged your waist and hid his face in the crock of your neck, you fell asleep wanting to ask him if he was serious about that, were you his only girl? You were too afraid to believe him.
You remember that week when you failed an exam that you studied really hard for, he invited you to his place and you decided to try a new recipe, it tasted so bad you wanted to burst into tears in the middle of his kitchen. You loved cooking and that was the last thing you needed. Yoongi grabbed you by your face, assuring everything was okay.
“You can try again another day,” he offered "my mom always says that it takes a few tries. I'll take you to Daegu, she'll teach you.”
He was almost joking, saying those words like it wasn't a big deal. The idea of meeting his mom made you feel butterflies, it was so stupid that something like that changed your mood for the better.
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Five blocks away, Yoongi was in his apartment about to have a mental breakdown. He was about to order food when he saw the mess he made in the kitchen, but he promised to cook for you tonight in exchange for a weekend with him. He wanted to think his head was all over the place because of work, but that was a lie, it was because of you.
He had hardly seen you the last two weeks, you had spoiled him, you used to visit him mondays, wednesdays and saturdays, you came by his studio every friday but now it seemed like you had no time for him in your schedule. Having tons of projects and final exams, that week you had only visited him the day before in his studio. You didn’t even let him come to visit you because you said you were going to let him distract you.
It was okay, Yoongi told himself, he appreciated that you came yesterday, but at the same time he missed you so bad, he can’t remember the last time he kissed you properly, and the memory of last night didn’t help. Namjoon invited some friends from the company to a bar, including you, but you couldn’t come because you were celebrating the end of a project with your friends in a whole different bar. You deserved it, Yoongi told himself that, but when he arrived at the bar by himself and everyone started asking him where were you he thought he might explode because of how much he missed you, couldn’t help but wish you were wrapped around his arms. Why did everyone ask him about you? Why didn’t they ask Jungkook, who was your best friend? Why ask your not-boyfriend?
Yoongi always thought that you two didn't need a title, things were good like that, you had good sex and he liked having you around, but at the same time he wanted to scream last friday when you told him you couldn't come over to his apartment because you had a group project with some asshole called Kevin. Who the fuck was Kevin anyway? Did Kevin know that you had a not-boyfriend whom you cook for every friday and you fuck three times a week? What do you mean he doesn't?
He wanted to ask about said project and that guy. Why was he doing a project with you? Were you put together? Did you choose him? Did he choose you? He knew he couldn’t bring it up, he could already hear your voice asking “Bubba, are you jealous?”
Yes the fuck he was.
His mind was a mess but he was sure about one thing, he didn’t want to be with other women, you were enough. Your kisses, bad jokes and the coffee you made was enough. He wondered if you felt the same about him, was he enough for you? What did he have to offer?
In his mind he pictures you like a good friend and good lover; you took care of Jungkook even if you were a few months younger than him, you make Namjoon laugh the loudest, Hoseok trusted you so much that he shows you new songs that he’s working on to know your opinion and you were never afraid of kissing Yoongi in front of his friends. How could he be enough for you?
And anyway, when the fuck did he become like this? He used to think he was being subtle, that no one really knew how much he liked you, but everyone did, except for you. Now he was standing under the dim lights of his kitchen with almost burned food, his dog, Holly, head cocked on one side, looking at him as if he was asking what was wrong and the suffocating feeling that he might be in love with you.
Just for a moment he could be honest with himself, he was not subtle at all. But you didn’t seem to notice, however, he was afraid that one of those days you would find out how crazy he was about you.
He remembers that one summer night when you insisted on having a picnic under the stars, Yoongi thought it was so corny but he didn’t have it in himself to say no to you. You showed up in a short summer dress that hiked up your thighs every time you leaned to wipe the food out of his mouth. By the end of the night you ended up blowing him for the first time in the backseat of his car. Was it the best blowjob he ever received? He couldn’t be sure. Was it his favorite? Yes, it was. He couldn't stop thinking about it, about you and your teary eyes and your pretty mouth wrapped around his cock, Yoongi thought no one could ever get it, it was almost romantic, almost sweet. He expected you to be at least a little suspicious when he texted you the next day saying "I can't stop thinking about you", you didn’t mention it.
Months later and you were still in the same spot but way deeper. You come every weekend and fuck all night, wake up and eat breakfast together, watch a movie and go out on a date that you planned, come back and fuck again. Was that enough for you? What if you get tired of it?
That last question hung in the air until Holly ran to the living room when he heard the sound of the keys opening the door and Yoongi snapped out of his trance.
“Hello?” The sound of your voice echoed in the apartment, it seemed to be almost empty until you arrived, now it felt complete.
Yoongi didn’t respond, he waited for you to find him in the kitchen, he heard you take off your shoes and say hi to his dog.
When you found him, you grabbed his face and kissed him briefly on the lips “What is that face?” You asked, leaving a bottle of wine on the counter “Are you not happy to see me?”
“The food got a little bit burned.” He sighed. He was, in fact, happy to see you
"I'm sure it's fine, let me set up the table." You brushed it off and that was enough for him to forget about the food, but there was still a heavy weight on his chest, you were the only person who could take it off of him, but he didn’t want you to.
Once the table was ready you put some music and poured wine on his glass.
“Did you have a good time last night? Got drunk?” He asked like it was small talk, but he was dying to know.
“Yes and no. I was too tired to get drunk and I actually got home early, Nayeon was still awake when I arrived. What about you and the guys?”
If the food tasted bad you didn’t say it, you seemed to happily enjoy it as you listened to him talk about last night, laughing about the silliest things.
“They all asked about you.” He said, you tried to hide a smile but you failed.
“Did they? What did you say?”
“That you abandoned me.” Yoongi lied.
“Yoongi…” You whined in complaint, rolling your eyes when his shoulders started shaking as he laughed
“Okay, okay. I said that you were busy celebrating the end of your project.” He told you the truth.
The night passed between laughs, sweet smiles and fond looks. That was something he could not escape, your eyes; they always told the truth no matter what, they were sincere and could never hide what you feel, Yoongi had the blessing –or maybe the curse– to know exactly how to read them. In that moment he looked at you from across the table and he felt like he could almost touch your happiness. Yoongi was terrified that you could feel his as well.
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“So he’s keeping it a secret” You mentioned as you were washing the dishes after you finished having dinner. Yoongi was beside you, leaned against the counter with crossed arms.
“But he told you.” He said with an annoyed tone in his voice.
“Of course he told me, he can’t lie to me, I know him too well.” You shake your head in disbelief.
“I’m really hurt that you didn’t tell me.” He joked.
Yoongi had always minded his business, he always was the quiet and calm guy, the one to trust, until he met you. There were countless nights where he found himself gossiping with you in the kitchen, you were calm and quiet too, were the one to trust just like him, but for some reason, somehow, you always seemed to know everyone's business, and you were happy to share them with Yoongi, whom over time learnt to loved those gossipy talks in the kitchen.
Tonight you were talking about Jungkook, who seemed to have a not-really-a-girlfriend. Jungkook told you about her and no one else, you didn’t know this, so when you brought it up to Yoongi he was shocked because Jungkook didn’t tell him.
“I’m telling you now, I didn’t know he didn’t tell anybody!”
“Okay, so why is he being all mysterious and shit?”
“I don’t know, maybe the same reason why you didn't tell Namjoon and Hoseok you took me to the river that one time?” You asked taking him by surprise. Yoongi looked at you with raised eyebrows making you giggle. You remember one of your first dates when he took you to eat to the river, after a few hours Namjoon called in an emergency because he messed up the files on his computer, told him that he was calling him for hours and asked where the fuck he was –Namjoon’s words –. Yoongi never answered and later they found out he was with you. He tried to think of an answer, but you didn’t let him. “I don’t know, maybe he is not sure yet, it’s been a while since he had a girlfriend, but I know Jungkook, he really likes her, he will eventually come around.”
Yoongi stared at you as you were washing the glasses, too focused on cleaning to know what what’s going on in his head.
“Did you meet her?” He tried to change the subject.
“No! He would die of embarrassment, he said, but he showed me her instagram.” You said drying your hands to grab your phone from the back pocket of your jeans and looked for the girl’s insta. “See? She is cute.” Yoongi grabbed your phone in his hands and squinted his eyes like an old man, you laughed at that.
Yoongi saw a picture of a smiley girl seated on the beach with an ice cream cone in her hand, she looked nothing like the girls Jungkook was used to dating, but it made sense in his mind, he liked you after all. From the outside, everyone thought that you were too different, that Yoongi never liked a girl like you and that you never liked a guy like Yoongi, but from the inside he knew that there’s no one in this world that understands him more than you. He wanted to tell you all that, but something different came out of his mouth.
“You’re cuter.” He said with a straight face, making you look ridiculous when your cheeks burned red.
When you finished washing the dishes he changed into his pajamas and waited for you sitting on his bed, you were washing your teeth in the bathroom, leaving him alone with his thoughts. It was easier when you were around, he didn’t have time to think about correct or wrong decisions, it was just you in his head.
And then, one more question popped up in his head –or maybe a few more than one– , why did he want to keep you so bad? What did you bring into his life that he didn’t already have?
Yoongi tried to convince himself that he wasn’t in love with you so many times that day that he believed he was about to have a headache because of it. He stared at his bedroom ceiling hoping that the answer appeared written in the white of it, knowing that it was impossible, thinking that there was no possible way that he loved you that much. He almost convinced himself that those months full of nights of gossip in his kitchen, back hugs before sleeping and innocent morning kisses were only products of his imagination. He almost made it, until you walked into the room wearing the tiniest pajama shorts he had ever seen and the tightest tank top, now the only rational thought left on his mind was how bad he wanted to sink his face in your ti–
“What are you thinking?” You asked, kneeling beside him on the bed, you reached your hand to run your fingers through his black hair, he sighed and realized he was about to give up. What should he answer? “Your tits”? “The suffocating knowledge that I'm falling in love with you and I don't know if I'm ready to give you my heart”? "The terrifying suspicion that maybe I already gave it to you"? Maybe he should say the truth, but not today. Instead, he chose to change the subject.
“Holly missed you.” You scoffed, looking behind you expecting to find his fluffy brown friend, when you didn’t see him you turned your head, offering him a tiny side smile.
“Mmm.. Did he tell you that?” You asked, starting to straddle his lap and wrap your arms around his neck, he grabbed your waist to pull you closer to him and pecked your lips, a simple gesture yet so intimate, Yoongi never kissed someone like that, he never reserved the little things for anyone but you. That included the food he cooked for you, the afternoons he let you sleep a quick nap on his chest before a class, the squeeze he gave you when you held his hand, the space in his wardrobe that he saved for your clothes only. God, he was so screwed.
“Yeah, he did. He also complained because nowadays you barely come to visit him. He was so sad last friday when you turned us down, you should’ve seen him.” He murmured, avoiding your eyes.
“I’m getting the feeling that you’re projecting right now. Maybe it is because last time I checked, Holly couldn’t talk.” You raised an eyebrow at him.
“Mmm… give me a kiss.” Yoongi tried to reach for your lips but you pulled back, a devilish smile tugging from the corner of your lips.
“Bubba, did you miss me?” You asked. He lost count of the times he told you not to call him by that nickname, that it was the corniest thing in the world. You ignored him, you never stopped calling him like that. Deep down, Yoongi knew that he liked it, but he would never admit it.
“Did you?”
“I missed you a lot.” You never had trouble confessing things like that, there was never hesitation in your words, just the truth. “I wanted to invite you to come over so many times but I knew I wouldn’t get anything done if you were there…” Your hands played with the chain on his neck while his played with the hem of your shorts, there was an unspoken invitation in your words and he was happy to respond to it, you looked at him through your lashes with a innocent smile in your face which he scoffed at, he pulled you closer and caught your bottom lip between his teeth, never answering the question.
That night he was trying to fuck you hard and fast, maybe because he hadn't done it in two whole weeks and he was horny as hell watching you in those little shorts on top of him, or maybe that was jut an excuse and he, once again, was trying to convince his conscience that you two were just fucking, nothing more and nothing less, it didn't mean anything. But you turned his rough kiss into a sweet one, you dug your fingers into his hair at the back of his neck when he decided to grab your hips and flip you over to leave you under him. Yoongi knew that night you were in a sweet kinda mood when you stopped kissing his lips to start kissing his cheeks and trailed open mouth kisses down his neck. But he wasn't, he wasted no time in taking off your shorts and tank top, leaving you almost naked with only lace black panties as the only barrier for what he really wanted to see.
"Is that right?" He asked with a low voice as he started to drag his hand to your breast, circling your nipple with his thumb slowly. You sighed, too caught up in the feeling of his hand to answer him. "How much did you miss me?"
His other hand traveled down your stomach to stroke your center through the thin fabric sending chills to your spine. Yoongi didn't need you to answer, he knew how much you did by the way your body responded to his hands to the mix of stimulation, but he wanted to hear the answer. He moved his hand from your breast to grab your chin and move your neck to the side so he could start kissing your neck, making you whine his name softly as he pushed your panties aside and started rubbing your clit slow but hard.
“Too much.” You tried to answer in a huff, letting yourself lose in the sweet touch of fingertips and the sound of his low voice, getting wetter and wetter. It was so good but just not enough, and he knew it.
He took off his tshirt and his pants, creating the illusion that you were on the same page as him, but that was not the case. He curled two of his fingers around the black strap of your panties to push it down slowly, making you shiver. You were about to roll your eyes when he threw it away across the room dramatically, but his finger came back to your wet center making you whine softly, teasing your entrance with two of his fingers first before he sank them inside you.
Most of the time you were patient, waiting under him until he decided to make a move, but that night you were slightly desperate. It wasn’t a lie, you barely saw him in two weeks, the least he could do was not teasing you. You moved your hips at the same pace of his fingers trying to chase the feeling but with his free hands he grabbed your hips and pushed them down the mattress.
“Don’t.” That was the only word that could come out of your mouth.
“What?” He had the audacity to laugh.
“Don’t be like that with me.” You tried to argue but your words sounded almost like a beg.
“Why? Were you waiting all week for me to fuck you?” You watched his face going down your chest to find one of your breast to take it on his mouth, swirling your nipple with his wet tongue as his fingers kept fucking you slow, tortuously pulling them out to rub you clit and then coming back to curl them inside you, you arched your back. He caught your nipple between his teeth and bit it a little when you didn’t answer.
“Y-yes, I was.” You mumbled through a moan.
“Mmm… My good girl, so wet already for me, how bad you wanna get fucked?” He asked, accelerating his movements, the room filled with the sound of your cries only, two of his fingers deep inside you as his thumb fastly circled your clit.
“Yoongi..” You whined looking at him through hooded eyes and with swollen lips. Then, he stopped his movements abruptly.
“Do you want me to fuck you right now, to make you cum?” He removed his fingers and put his hands on each side of your head*. You sobbed silently in protest but he didn't care, that was exactly what he wanted from you. But you could only nod and redirect your gaze to his tight boxers. “I was going to make you wait, baby,” he scoffed, grabbing the elastic of his boxers and finally taking them off “Just like you made me wait for you for two weeks.” his hand gripped your thighs, opening your legs to display you as he liked, his eyes flying to his target, so wet and warm, he couldn't wait even if he tried. “But I can't when I have you spread like this just for me”
A cry left you when he started to rub his cock against your clit and folds, going up and down making you squirm under him, he told himself that he wouldn't tease that night, there was a little angel seated on his right shoulder telling him to be nice and not to do it, but the little devil seated on the left keep whispering to tease you until you were crying for his cock, he tried to find a balance between them, and he was going to try and making you wait and fuck you like he wanted, but he never liked a fifty-fifty in bed.
He pressed a kiss on your lips, opening his mouth slowly so he could languidly slip his tongue inside your mouth. His hands coming up to brush your nipples with his thumbs once again as he rolled his hips against your core making you gasp in anticipation, he whispered to your ear, “I need to hear what you want first.”
“I want.. you” You murmured, feeling caged between him and the mattress, mind too cloudy to think of an elaborated sentence.
“You want what, baby?” He asked, his nose touching with yours, lips brushing together as he spoke. The pressure between your legs started to become unbearable, your hips pushed forward to meet him but all he did was grab them to keep you in place. You arched your back and pressed your chest against his wrapping your legs on his waist, but that was not enough for him to decide himself to fill you up. He was so annoying, making you to say prescicely what he wanted to hear otherwise he wouldn't fuck you. You were the shy kind of girl in bed you met him, the first time he made you say your pussy was his, your face turned as red as a tomato, you never had said those things in bed but with Yoongi it was necessary, he loved hearing your whiny voice begging him to make you cum, and on the long way you learned that was exactly what you needed to do to get what you wanted. No matter how famous, or hot Yoongi was, at the end of the day, when he was balls deep inside of you, he was just a man and you took advantage of that.
“I want you… to fuck me.” You said giving in to him.
“Mmm… no pretty please?” He whispered, leaning to peck your lips sweetly as if he was mocking you. God, that made your walls clench around nothing in anticipation, almost daydreaming of the feeling of his cock fucking you open. He let out a mocking laugh when he realized how much it turned you on the way he was playing with you, he was such an asshole.
Decided, you grabbed his face with both of your hands and made him look at you, devoring his lips without warning “Please Yoon,” you said whining between kisses as you started to rub your center against his member, you could hear a low moan get stuck on his throat and you felt the grip on your hips get tighter “just fuck me please, it's been so long.”
It was rare to leave Yoongi without words when this wasn't the worst thing he had made you say in bed, but he was so hard at that point that all he could think of was being inside you. So he did, thrusting hard, stretching you open until your thighs started shaking.
“You always fit me so well.” Yoongi said out of breath. He was on edge too, trying to keep his chill-guy persona but already starting to fail as you rolled your hips just right against him, only focusing on your naked body and the the pretty noises you made, Yoongi was a bit dumb if he thought he had full control of you in bed when you knew exactly how to break him. “Tell me baby, am I the only one who gets to see you like this? To fuck you like this?” His voice came out in a groan as he pounded in and out your pussy slowly, the only thing you could think of was the hard drag of his cock wrapped around your walls and the tingling feeling in the low part of your tummy. Your breath got caught in your throat, he was being mean, making you wait as he dragged his hand down your body to circle your clit with the same pace as his thrusts. You were sure there was an answer somewhere in your mind, you just couldn't find it. When the only thing he heard in response were your sobs he slammed a particularly hard thrust making you snap out of your trance, squirming in pleasure.
“Y-yes! O-only you” You sobbed pushing your hips forward to meet his movements. It wasn't the first time that he asked questions like these when he didn't see you after a long time, Yoongi was almost predictable, almost.
He placed his face in the space between your neck and shoulder and pushed himself deeper inside you, happy with your answer he started to pick up a faster pace which left both of you breathing heavily, moaning loudly. “Are you going to cum all over my cock tonight, baby? Make a mess on my dick like a good girl?” He grunted, you tried to catch your breath to answer him but instead you nodded repeatedly, too lost in the sound of your bodies crashing each other and his low groans, his cock hitting all the right spots, brushing you sweet spot over and over again until the knot of your stomach started to grow tighter with each thrust. It wasn't long until you both started to get close to your climax, after all you had not fucked in two weeks after fucking every two days for months.
“My sweet girl, will you let me make you cum as much as I want?” He asked once again. Your mind tried to form a sentence good enough to answer him, but you could only moan in response, feeling how your pussy milked his member everytime it came out and came back inside. This time he doesn’t care that you don’t answer, too satisfied with the way your face looked, quiet cries slipping out of your lips, throwing your head back when he fucked you deeper.
Your walls started to tighten around his dick more and more, he was about to go crazy, thrusting a little sloppily already.
“Does it feel good?” He asks with a low voice just to feel the way your pussy clenched around him, he knew how much you liked the dirty way he talked to you.
“I-it feels too good.” You said, closing your eyes overwhelmed by how full you feel. A wave of pleasure washing over you, pressing your forehead against his shoulders, you knew you were close. Other nights you hold back as much as possible, enjoying the pressure between your legs, wanting to keep him inside you forever. Tonight you weren’t in the mood for waiting.
The sound of your moans invidaded him as he kept buring himself inside you, he hid his face in the crook of your neck as he was feeling how close he was to finish.