#doctor Namjoon

[apotatomashedbybts]

But You Do...

➡Pairing: Doctor!Kim Namjoon × oc (Seo Lee)

➡Genre: fluff, angst, romance

➡Trope/au: strangers to lovers, slice of life

➡Rating: NC-17

➡Triggers/warnings: Graphic depiction of verbal abuse and emotional abuse, infliction of harm to health, toxic family relationships, description of pollen allergy, lots of crying, OC's mother is a bitch

➡Word Count: 3.5k+

➡Banner(s): made by apotatomashedbybts

➡ Summary: A simple wish of having a loving family was never so simple for Lee. So when she ran away from that unfulfilled wish she realised that not all wishes are granted the way they are wanted. And sometimes a loving family can be a single person too.

➡ Disclaimer: This fanfiction was originally posted 2 YEARS AGO ON JULY 03, 2019 AT 12:34 AM. The description of the symptoms and effect caused by the allergy and the treatments may not be accurate. The italics indicate flashbacks/past incidents.

➡ Author's note: I wish I was this consistent when I was posting these chapters originally! But at least I am going to do that for the first three chapters now. Again as I said in the first chapter, I hope and pray no one is going through such time. And if someone is then please reach out. Even venting about it helps a lot.

Let me know your thoughts on this one! I always appreciate and look forward to feedbacks. And they give me motivation to writeeeee!!! :)💜🌼

The alarm clock pulled Lee out of her dreamless sleep earning itself a groan from her.

"Why did I even put on the alarm in the first place?" She thought to herself irritatingly and pulled the blanket closer, clearly attempting to get some more sleep. After about half an hour, she woke up to check the time. With half closed eyes she saw that it was 10:30am. Her head felt heavy and she thought to herself, "Ah! I will sleep for 30 minutes more." Then rolling over she stuffed her face into the pillow and went back to sleep again.

She woke up with a start, head still dizzy from sleeping so much, and looking at her mobile she noticed that it was 2:45pm. "I will sleep for five minutes more. I am not that hungry yet." She convinced herself and like that her five more minutes turned into a few more hours and when she finally woke up the sun had already gone down and her stomach grumbled like thunder because of hunger. Pulling herself out of the bed she took a quick shower and decided to eat outside because she wasn't feeling like eating that hotel's food tonight.

Walking through the crowd of returning office workers she sighed heavily. She wondered if her life would be like that one day too where she could return back to her family at the end of the day. But again the memories of family only pained her and that's why she took this decision to begin with. She told herself that days will get better and stopped in front of a tteokbeoki shop. Inhaling the savoury scent she walked in smiling and took an empty seat in the corner.

As Lee made herself comfortable and waited for the waiter to approach her a group of cheerful young boys and girls entered the shop and took the empty table that was just opposite to her's. She tried to ignore all the ruckus that they were causing but then suddenly her eyes caught something which made her heart participate in a tantrum along with her brain.

"Holy fuck! I totally forgot that Linda's distant friends are coming today for the late bachelorette party! Oh God why are you doing this? Why here of all places?"

Her body reacted involuntarily and she moved to the opposite seat where her back was facing at them. She prayed hard to go unnoticed by her sister and thanked God that she decided to wear the new hoodie tonight that none of her family members had seen yet. Putting on the pollution mask she shook her legs anxiously as the waiter reached her to take the order. She pulled away her mask slightly and almost tried to whisper out the words - out of fear that her sister would recognise her voice - and said, "I'll order a tteokbeoki to go please. And also please make it quick. I am actually in a bit of hurry," and displaying a constipated smile she went back to her anxious leg-shaking session.

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Lee couldn't remember when was the last time she had walked so fast. It was as if a psycho killer was on a hunt for her. Releasing her body on the bed she took in the much needed breath and sighed loudly.

"Why do I always find myself running away from the ones I love? Why am I so unlucky?" She asked the unknown entity and wiped away the tears that had started to fall.

"Come on mom! You can't do that! You know that Lee is allergic to flowers! If you are planning on decorating the whole venue with flowers then you are definitely doing a mistake?"

Lee could hear her brother argue with her mom from inside her room. She just felt bad for her brother that he had to argue for her. In this family only her brother was the one who had ever supported her. Though her father sympathised with her but he never visibly supported her, at least never in front of his wife.

"What do you mean by I am doing a mistake? An wedding venue without flowers? It's our Linda's wedding! You know how much she likes flowers! Of course I am going to decorate the whole venue with flowers!" Mrs. Seo retorted.

"Then at least don't make her the maid of honour! She shouldn't even attend the wedding. Mom! You will kill her!" Lee could sense the extreme anger in his voice. She just wanted to go out and stop them but she knew that it would only make everything worse. So she decided to go back to what she was doing - searching for potential jobs online.

"See Logan, it's totally Lee's fault that she is allergic to flowers! And she IS going to be the Maid of Honour, no matter what! There's no one who is willing to take the pressure of that position! So swallow it and shut up. I have work to do." Saying this she went to her room humming happily, a happiness that came from victory.

Logan turned around, frustrated because of the evident defeat, and noticed that Linda was leaning on the kitchen door with a lollipop in her mouth. It was quite clear from her expression that she watched the whole argument and was quite happy with how it went.

It didn't take much time for Logan to understand what was happening, so he went straight upto her and asked, "It was you, wasn't it? How could you?"

She rolled her eyes and taking out the lollipop from her mouth, replied, "Me? What did I do? Why are you charging at me?"

"Come on! Do you think I am a fool who can't see through you? You are the reason behind mom being stubborn!" Logan replied after scoffing.

"So what? It's my fucking wedding! I like flowers and I will decide who my maid of honour will be! It's none of your business! Fill your wedding venue with plastics for all I care and stay away from ruining mine!" Logan looked at her frustratingly as she turned on her heels and went into her room after saying all these.

A defeated sigh made its way out of his lungs and Logan turned around to go back to his room only to find Lee standing outside her door and looking at him - a look that he could recognise right away, a look that he was habituated to see since he was mature enough to understand - with sadness and gratefulness.

She walked up to him and ruffling his messy hair smiled at him with adoration. "I am sorry. It's my fault that you have to go through this all the time." She said choking back the tears.

"It's not your fault! It never was!" He replied, and looked away sighing.

"Okay! Leave this. Let's go get some ice cream outside! Hmm? My treat!" She looked at his face with a pleading look. A desperate try to calm him down sat down in her heart.

He just nodded and smiled, trying hard to not make his sister more upset. Since he was a child, the difference in treating his oldest sister and the others in family was quite apparent to him and he couldn't help but protest against it. He loved his oldest sister dearly and could understand how miserable she felt but his opinions regarding Lee had always been next to nothing to everyone else in the family.

"Ah! The weather is so nice today! Which flavour should we get?" Lee asked with a cheery smile and looked through the menu placard.

"I want the vanilla ice cream with honey!" Logan said, pointing to the one he wanted.

"Okay then! One vanilla ice cream with honey and one rainbow cone, please." Lee ordered with a polite smile.

Instead of returning right away, they sat on the swings in the nearby park and talked while eating the ice creams.

"Are you sure that you will be okay with this?"

Lee could understand that Logan was never going to stop worrying but there was nothing she could do too. So she accepted her fate, her mother's judgement.

"I'll be fine. Don't worry! I'll go through this just fine! You should worry about yourself. Aren't you going on a date with your crush, Belle, tomorrow? Let me give you some useful tips!" Lee winked at her brother.

"Ah! Stop, I will just deal with it right! And restrict yourself from thinking yourself as some kind of love guru, ha ha ha, you are the one here who needs an advice." Logan burst out laughing while leaning towards his front.

"You are such a brat! I am not talking with you! Hmph!" Lee turned her head to the other side showing fake anger. Her brother's small teasing were one of the few things that kept her happy and these felt a lot better than her mother's hurtful words.

Logan knew what would make his sister turn her face towards him. He began swaying the small bowl of half-filled ice cream in front of her nose and started luring her, "Ummm this flavorful ice-cream would just go to waste of I don't finish this right now. I am just gonna gulp this down like water and may be not share this with Lee-the-food-monster. Hmm hmm I should do that." And started taking it back real slowly. Lee just couldn't let the opportunity slip away - she snatched the small bowl from her brother's hand and putting a spoonful in her mouth shoved her half finished cone in Logan's hand and giggled. Oh, how she wished these giggles lasted longer.

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"Oh so you are back! Done spoiling your own brother? What good have you ever done? What will you ever do with that evil brain of yours?" The stone storms started as soon as they stepped through the door. Their mother was just waiting for them to "place them on the right track'.

"At least I won't bully my own daughter!" Lee replied and suddenly loud cheers and the song La-da-da-da-dah /It's the one and only D-O-double-G started playing in the background and someone put black sunglasses on her eyes and a cigar in Lee's mouth .

"Are you even listening to what I am saying? Whenever I am seeing you, you are always staring into the space and daydreaming!" The shout from her mom pulled Lee out of her trance and she blinked her eyes several times realising that it was only her imagination. She sighed loudly and stayed silent - after all her replies would only get more replies back.

Her mom shook her head in frustration and said, "I can't stop you from being a disappointment but do me a favour and go to sleep! Next week is your sister's wedding and the last thing I would want is to get blamed for your horrible looks. And Logan, dear, stop hanging out with her so much honey, it's for your betterment." Piercing this words through Lee's heart Mrs. Seo went back to her room.

"Hey, let's go to sleep okay? Good night!" Lee wished her brother in a shaky voice and went inside her room in a hurry. Logan knew what she was going to do now but he had nothing he could do so he whispered a small 'I love you' to her before she closed the door behind her.

Switching off the lights she curled into a ball on her bed. She did this every time she got hurt by her mother. It was as if she was seeking the warmth in herself that she wanted from her mother. By this time she should have gotten used to all of these but still she hadn't. All she ever wanted was a loving family, a loving mother like they show in the TVs, like her friends had. She wanted to hear loving words but all she ever heard from her mother was how she wanted to die because of her. She thought it was ridiculous that no matter how much she was hurt, no matter how much her heart was wounded, she always went back to seek that unreachable warmth, she always called out in a silent voice to her mom to soothe her in between her uncontrollable sobs. But the silent screams that faded into the darkness were the only companions she had and sometimes she didn't even mind them.

~Wedding day~

Lee hummed happily while getting ready for her sister's big day. The main reason was though not the wedding, it was her job confirmation that she received last night. She have to move to Seoul for it next month and she had decided to share the happy news with everyone at evening while giving toast. She hurriedly made a few important calls reminding all the bridesmaids to arrive at the venue sharply at 11 am and went to have her breakfast before doing her make-up. She was alone at her house because her mother had strictly told her to arrive at the venue just half an hour before the ceremony began and she herself had drove away to the venue along with the others at dawn. Though surprised at such a weird order Lee dared not to question her mother so she had kept shut and stayed back.

Arriving at the venue Lee looked into every arrangements carefully and though she had taken her medicines in the morning, the presence of so many flowers were not being her friend at all. Displaying a troubled smile she went in to bring the bride and corrected the order in which everyone was going to enter the altar.

She was going to enter the venue alone right after bridesmaids and ushers. She smiled to herself nervously and entered when suddenly a bucket full of pink rose petals fell on her. She was surprised at first then horrified after realising what just happened. A few seconds passed by before her eyes blurred out slightly and she noticed her mom smiling with satisfaction. She quickly walked to the altar to take the inhaler secretly and waited impatiently for the bride and groom to take their vows. After the completion of vows she quickly walked over to her mother and said, "Mom, can you please come with me to the guestroom?"

Her mom sighed reluctantly and followed who was followed shortly by Logan.

"What is it?" Her mom demanded. Lee rummaged through her bag frantically for her medicines but there weren't any. She remembered that she had forgotten to buy the refills amidst the weddding preparations and cursed herself mentally. She turned around to face her mother who had an unpleasant look on her face. Lee took the inhaler sharply and asked, "What is it? Are you asking me that question seriously? Is this some kind of sick joke? See mom, I know you don't like me but you didn't have to do this!"

Her mom displayed a shocked expression and replied, "What do you mean? That was only because I wanted to create a beautiful moment for you!"

"Are you even listening to yourself mom? Sorry for talking to you like this but you have lost your mind! The thought of 'creating beautiful moments' for me never crossed your mind for even once in all these fucking years and now you are doing this in front of everyone when you are clearly aware of the fact that I am allergic to flowers! You know very well how they affect me!" Lee started breathing heavily after saying all these without a break and noticed her brother entering through the door quietly.

"It's totally your fault that beautiful things never suit you! How can a human being can be allergic to such beautiful things? This shows how bad of a soul you are! It feels so unbelievable that I gave birth to a child like you! What wrong have I ever done to have you? Look at your sister! And look at you! You can see the difference, right? Why don't you kill me already! Or die yourself! Seriously I can't stand you in front of my eyes! And as I have never, I will never love you in the future! You are just a curse! And you honestly wanna know why I did what I did?" Her mother moved a little closer to her with the last sentence and after all the yelling, now with a low voice she answered it herself, "I was taking care of 'my' trash."

Lee felt like her mother was shooting daggers at her that pierced right through her heart and the last sentence was the last shove to all the daggers. She felt a surging pain in the middle of her chest. She felt like she would die if she stayed there in the same place as her mother even a few seconds longer. So she ran and the last thing she heard before dashing out of the room was her brother saying, "Mom, that's enough! You have crossed your limit!"

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Lee woke up from her curled up position with a start when her phone started to ring loudly. She furrowed her eyebrows at the unknown number and picked it up reluctantly.

"Hello? Is this Seo Lee?" A soothing careful voice spoke from the other side of the phone.

"Dr. Kim Namjoon?" She asked surprised.

"H-how? How did you know it's me?" Asked an even more surprised Dr. Kim Namjoon.

"How can I ever forget such an endearing and soothing voice?" Lee whispered to herself.

Not catching what she said Dr. Kim replied, "Sorry.. what did you say?"

"Ah! Nothing, nothing. It's just that I remember your voice! By the way how did you get my number?" Embarrassed, Lee answered quickly to avoid the topic.

"Actually I think you haven't noticed yet but you dropped your wallet at Nari's Tteokbeoki! I was here by chance today and found it lying on the bench. To find the owner I looked into it, sorry for that, and found out your identity card. And a note with number for lost and found purposes," he explained calmly.

Hearing what he said Lee looked around her as if to confirm that she was really missing her wallet. Not finding it she facepalmed and asked herself mentally, "Why am I even doubting him?" and said humbly, "I am so sorry that you had to go through this because of me. Can you please tell me where you are then I can come and pick up my wallet?"

"Of course, I am right here at Nari's Tteokbeoki! I thought may be you live somewhere near and that's why I didn't go anywhere else. I'll be waiting right here! Please take your time." He replied politely.

"Thank you so much. I am hanging up now. See you soon Dr. Kim." Lee replied happily and hung up.

Heaving a relieved sigh Lee rose up to look herself in the mirror and started humming a song that she had listened to recently. She didn't know why but she could sense that she was really happy that she was getting to meet Dr. Kim. She never thought that she will see him again soon but the situation made it possible and her heart fluttered for an unknown reason. She decided to keep the feeling; she wanted to feel the happiness she was feeling right now without caring whether it'd hurt her later or not.

Reaching outside the tteokbeoki place she looked around and inside carefully to see if Linda and her friends were still there and sadly they were.

"For how long are they gonna stay here? Geez!" Lee thought to herself and went to the alley beside the shop.

She took out her phone to call Dr. Kim when a tap on her shoulder startled her and made her turn around with a start. The surprised look on the handsome man's face before her made her calm down a bit and she scratched the back of head embarrassingly, repeating a train of sorry-s.

"You don't have to apologize so much. Here, your wallet. I am glad that I found it otherwise it could have went to some bad people's hands." Dr. Namjoon Kim replied smiling.

Lee looked at his smiling face and wondered how a human being could be so ethereal. The heart that was thumping madly until now out of fear was still thumping but for another reason.

"L-let me treat you to coffee tomorrow if you are free!" Lee blurted out before she could even think it through and crossed her fingers mentally wishing to not get rejected.

"Sure! I would love that. Let me walk you home then!" He offered, the angelic smile still hung on his lips.

"No no, it's totally fine. It's not far from here and the place is always busy too! So there will be no problem at all. I'll reach home safe! You already did a lot!" Lee blabbered out, still contemplating the fact that he agreed to her offer and also not wanting him to find out that she was staying at a hotel.

"Okay then.. reach home safely. I'll text you when I'll be free tomorrow. See you later. Bye!" He said and waved cheerfully before turning away and disappearing into the crowd.

A happy sigh came out of Lee's lungs and she asked herself, "Why did I bring up the coffee suddenly?"

The answer was clear, "Because I want to see him again."

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->Chapter three

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[cutest-bunny-writings]

Hey 👋

Since you don’t feel so good i brought you dr namjoon 😁

He makes everything better 😏😏

My heartrate monitor is going to go nuts everytime he walks into the room if he's my doctor.😩

This is the look you give your nurse when they're new and accidentally almost fuck up your patient's insides to the point that they could've died.😐 (Actually something I witnessed at the ER one time.)

#doctor namjoon #are you my cardiologist? #or perhaps my nutritionist? #i would deliriously tell him that i'm in love

[jungk0oksthighs]

Over The Odds | Do Your Worst

Pairing - jungkook x reader

Genre - smut, angst, fluff, S2L, love triangle, ceo!jungkook, sugardaddy!jungkook

Word count - 6k

You and Jungkook go on a trip

warnings: swearing, sexual teasing, dirty talk, jk & oc make a sex tape, oral (f receiving), bratty oc, dom!jk, spanking, rough sex, angst

FULL SERIES COLLECTION

“Fuck,” Jungkook growls against your lips, his inked hands hungrily roaming your curves as he figures out how rid your body of the red bikini standing in his way. When he finds the string he’s looking for he tugs it hard and your tits bounce freely against his bare wet chest, a soft moan escapes you at the sudden skin-on-skin contact. He’s throwing your top behind him somewhere on the wooden floor when he pulls away from you, eyes fixed to yours with a devilish smile, “Remind me to take you away more often, you look so fucking good in a bikini.”

“Shut up and kiss me.” You pant, gripping the nape of his neck so you can pull him impossibly closer and smash his lips against yours in a series of desperate messy kisses. By this point his hands and mouth are all over your body, groping, kissing, caressing, licking, tickling, biting – he’s craving every form of contact with you as he walks you backwards towards the Queen sized bed in the centre of the room.

Bora Bora is a beautiful place, in fact it’s more than just a place it’s actual an paradise, a real heaven on earth. Tonight is your last night here after spending the week in a gorgeous hut built slightly above the water, only a two minute walk from the beach. Jungkook had finally sealed the deal of the millennium at work and so this was his way of celebrating – an all inclusive holiday with his sugar baby, which meant three things had pretty much ruled your entire time here: sun, sand, and lots of sex. Of course there was the occasional excursion like swimming with dolphins, snorkelling, late-night jet ski rides on the ocean, romantic afternoons on a private rented boat, Jungkook even went cage diving with sharks yesterday but you refused to get off the boat and join him. Much to his amusement.

“Jungkook...” You moan.

“So fucking needy, you want me to fuck you that bad?” He pushes you on the bed, eyes dark and blown out with desire as he watches you get comfortable, slowly spreading your legs in anticipation, giving him the perfect view of your barely clothed core. “We fucked in the shower this morning, and on that boat this afternoon.” He smirks at the memory, as do you.

“Please, I want you so bad.” You pout, feigning your best whiny little brat voice because you know exactly what it does to him.

He falls onto the bed in the space you’ve created for him between your legs, catching his weight above you on his strong tattooed arms, “Is that so?” He looks so fucking good, his hair is still damp from the late night swim you’d had and tiny water beads glisten all over his toned, muscular body.

Nodding in agreement you quietly say, “I want you to fuck me until I’m bruised, til I can’t walk, til I’m begging you to stop.” Though your tone oozes seduction, you’re looking up at him through long sultry eyelashes with an innocent expression. You’re almost certain you see the exact moment something inside him snaps, his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as he processes your words, mouth agape, completely focussed on you.

Finally he chuckles darkly, lowering his lips to your jaw, “You have no fucking idea what you’ve just done Y/N.”

“Oh I do.” A light moan escapes you, the feeling of his mouth trailing lewd kisses from your jaw down to your collarbone, and then to the valley between your breasts feels too fucking good. “That’s why I said it.” The smugness in your voice dies at the back of your throat as soon as his tongue finds your nipple, smoothing out his wet muscle over it painfully slow, repeatedly, until you’re throwing your head into the pillows while you repeatedly whisper his name.

“Always have a witty remark waiting for me,” He murmurs against your skin, lips tugged up to a playful smile, “Such a brat.”

“Touch me Jungkook… Please.” You whimper, buckling your hips up for any kind of contact, your damp bodies rapidly drying due to the new found heat that surges within you, fuelled by lust. A wicked idea springs to mind that has you suppress a small giggle, “Or should I say, touch me daddy.”

“No daddy tonight, just me and you baby.” He’s quick to dismiss you with a tone that’s serious yet light, his pet name for you makes you weak at the knees and only more desperate for more of him. Fuck, this was the best trip you’d ever had. “Just me and you Y/N.” He whispers.

The sound of your name being breathed against your skin sends a hot shiver down your spine, heat rushes through your body and you decide to take matter into your own hands, gripping the back of his hair to pull his head up to face you, “Jungkook…” You whine shamelessly, he’s grinning now, “Please fuck me now, I want you so bad.”

A possessive growl rumbles inside his chest, his eyes hooded and fixated on your face, “So impatient, I want to take my time with you tonight.”

“You say that every night.”

“And one of these days you’re actually gonna let me do exactly what I want to you, without being a brat about it.”  

That gets your attention, as much as you hate to admit it he does have a point – you did have a knack for speeding up the series of events in the bedroom, you’re impatient, you want him and you don’t see the point in waiting for it when you both know that’s how it’s going to end anyway. It’s been two months since you’d first fucked Jungkook and finally curiosity gets the better of you, perhaps it’s the romantic beach hut clouding your judgement but you’re nodding slowly with dark, sinful eyes.

“Fine, take your time.” You plant a soft open-mouthed kiss to his lips which he reciprocates, your forehead pressed against his, “Do your worst.”

“Oh Y/N…” Jungkook breathes out with a bright smile that lights up the room, “You drive me fucking crazy.”

And just like that you’re completely naked, wrists bound to the headboard, on complete display for him and him only. His hands ghost the bend of your waist, tracing down to your hips until for seemingly no reason at all he stands from the bed and saunters to his suitcase,

“You can always say no,” He begins nervously, “If you’re not comfortable with any of this you have to tell me, okay?”

“Okay…” You’re confused, trying to figure out what he’s gathering from his bag but he’s too far away for you to work it out. “What’s that?”

He holds up a silver video camera with a nervous expression, “Remember you don’t have to say yes, only if you’re comfortable with it.”

Oh. Heat pools your core at the idea of being filmed like this, knowing that he’ll watch back the footage and touch himself while remembering what this night felt like. You swallow, maybe it’s not a good idea to do this because of how well-known he is, but as you watch his cock harden beneath his swim shorts at the mere sight of you, the irrational side of your brain takes over and does the talking for you. This is fucking hot.

“Do you want to film us so you can watch it back and touch yourself?” You tease, unable to hide the smug smirk tugging your lips. “Do you usually think about me when you touch yourself?”

“Behave.” He chuckles to himself, standing at the foot of the bed, “It’s just an idea, we don’t have to.”

“I want to.” You bite your lip.

“It’s for my personal…viewing, and yours too. This is for us and nobody else, okay?” He props the camera up on a nearby set of drawers that will capture the whole bed and surrounding area on film. “I promise.”

Your chest swells at the way he’s looking at you, silently asking permission once more until you nod. “I trust you.” You breathe, and he finally presses record before making his way back over to your naked frame, tied up and turned on, more than ready for him.

It’s just sex, you remind yourself as he slowly crawls over you and presses his lips to yours in the most mind-blowing feverish yet soft kiss you’ve ever experienced. His tongue moves against yours with such passion your head starts to spin, the noise of the ocean waves fades to nothing and you forget all about the video camera. A muffled moan betrays you when he rolls his hips against your throbbing core which earns him to smile against your lips, fuck, it’s just sex you tell yourself again and again and again in your own personal mantra until the words don’t sound real anymore.

Sitting back on his knees Jungkook carefully holds your foot, bringing it to his face as he gently kisses the inside of your ankle, leaving a trail of saliva behind when he slowly makes his way up to your knee with sweet small kisses. “You’re so beautiful.” His voice is so quiet you almost don’t hear it.

The tender kisses gradually get higher and higher until he’s reached your inner thigh, your legs thrown over his broad shoulders as he sinks down to where you craved him most. Usually sex with him is hot and heavy, or steamy and sensual but the dynamic between you both had never felt this emotional before – the atmosphere feels thick with untold truths as he takes his time, his breath is hot against your core but he still doesn’t dig right in like he usually does, he’s peppering your folds with dainty kisses and you’re dying from the anticipation.

“Jungkook…” You whisper, gaze stuck to the sight of his big brown doe-eyes peering up at you from between your legs, a sight that would be burned into your memory forever. The energy in the room is different this time, as is the look in his eyes.

“Do you want me?” He whispers back and you flinch from the heat of his breath.

“Always.” The fainted smile ghosts your lips.

“Always.” He repeats, everything about this moment feels intimate and you have to look away from him and remind yourself once more – it’s just sex, it’s not real, it’s a business arrangement, it’s just sex, none of these feelings you’re feeling are real.

All of a sudden his tongue is gingerly licking your aching clit, you gasp from your own sensitivity and look down at him once again, he’s still gazing at your face all while softly swirling his tongue against you. It’s slow, it’s sensual and it’s everything you didn’t realise you wanted until this very moment. He’s solely focussed on your pleasure, watching your body writhe because of him, the sound of your wetness against his mouth fills the air, along with your ragged breathing and soft moans.

“Perfect.” He mumbles against your skin, this feels so personal that you begin to feel overwhelmed, butterflies gnaw your stomach along with your upcoming orgasm. It’s one particularly harsh suck from his part that stops you from getting into your own head, your eyes roll back into your skull as a loud moan falls from your lips.

“Does that feel good Y/N?” He envelops the sensitive bundle of nerves in his hot mouth, continuing to suck and lap up your pussy, keeping the pace relaxed. It feels as though your body is on fire, you feel heavy and full of tension that threatens to be released already.

“So-, so good.” You throw your head back, your hands are bound by a black leather belt looped through the headboard, you struggle against it as you continue to writhe around on the bed in sync with the way he’s pressing his tongue against you, swirling it over nub over and over until you’re a moaning mess. His hands grip your hips, dragging you down to his face.

Thankfully Jungkook senses you’re close and deepens his ministrations into something fuelled entirely by desire and the need to get you off – he doesn’t speed up but he sucks harder, his tongue presses against you harder, his face is buried between your legs but he pushes himself even closer, his nose, his chin, his mouth everything bears down on you harder as a white hot release comes crashing down on you.

“Oh fuck!” You shriek, “I’m gonna-“ Your toes curl against the cool bed sheets as you come all over his face with a guttural moan, your clit is throbbing between his lips and you’re seeing stars in a complete state of euphoria. Your slick coats his chin and the tops of your thighs, it’s trickling down to the bedsheets as you ride out your high. “Jungkook, ah-“ You hiss, legs twitching from the overstimulation. He releases you from his mouth with a loud pop and gets to work removing his swim shorts.

“See?” He chuckles as his cock springs free, he’s so hard that you fear it’s painful to him, he strokes himself twice as he clambers on top of you and sinks his mouth to your breasts, “Sometimes taking your time isn’t such a bad thing, you sounded like you enjoyed it.”

“Shut up.” You roll your eyes with a playful expression, the tension in the room is familiar now – you can tell by the way he’s desperately biting and licking and kissing your tits that he wants you bad. Only lust radiates from his muscular frame now, you’re both hopelessly addicted to each other and can’t wait any longer. “Fuck me, please fuck me now.”

“What did I say about you not being a brat tonight?” He reminds you with breathy laughter against your collarbone, you can feel that his smile is so wide that your heart hammers against your chest. Before you have the chance to respond his mouth smashes against yours in a lewd messy kiss, the taste of you lingering on his tongue. “Behave yourself for once, or I’ll have to punish you.”

“Oh really?” You giggle against his lips.

“Y/N.” He warns, gripping your jaw with one hand as he holds his entire weight on the other.

“Yes Jungkookie?” You whisper mockingly and he pulls back to look at you with dark hooded eyes, blown out with something indescribable. He pops the inside of his cheek with his tongue, brows raised as though he’s irritated. You suppress another giggle, he’s far too easy to wind up and you love it.

“Fine.” He says between gritted teeth in a half-smile, “You told me to do my worst?” He laughs humourlessly, his expression is serious though there’s a glimmer in his eyes that makes you feel safe, “I’ll show you my fucking worst.”

In one swift movement you’re released from the headboard though your hands are still bound by the belt, he’s flipped you over onto your stomach and dragged your ass high in the air until you’re forced to rest your weight on your knees and elbows. You can feel his presence behind you, his breath is heavy as you’ve finally managed to wear him down.

“If you don’t like it tell me to stop.”

You’re still so wet from your orgasm and this new assertiveness in your fake boyfriend only excites you more, you’re dripping with arousal desperate for him to touch you.

“I will.” You glance over your shoulder and smirk to suppress a moan at the mere sight of him. He looks dangerous, he’s looking at you so hungrily that for a moment you forget how to breathe. His damp hair is pressed to his forehead, veins threaten to burst all over his huge body and your arousal still glistens against his chin. A growl rattles in Jungkook’s chest as palms the flesh of your ass cheeks with both hands, hard enough to bruise as he takes his time kneading the muscles.

“You, drive me fucking insane.” He spits, bringing his hand down to your right ass cheek in an almighty slap that fills the otherwise quiet beach hut.

“Oh.” You hiss, the cocktail of pain and pleasure is exhilarating, there’s no denying it stings and that you’ll be sore tomorrow but you like it. “You call this a punishment? Doesn’t seem so bad to me…”

“There you go again with your witty remarks, when will you learn to behave hmm?” His hand strikes you in the same spot again, only this time it’s harder, so hard that tears begin to cloud your vision. But it feels so good, so sinfully good.

“I always behave.” You whimper, face sinking into the silk pillows.

“Is that so?” He scoffs from behind, “Because I happen to know first hand you don’t.” Another painful slap comes down on your ass, this time he moulds your cheek afterwards to dilute the sting.

“Jungkook…” You moan shamelessly, face contorted with pleasure.

“You’re gonna behave for me tonight, you’re gonna look so pretty with my cock stuffed inside you.” He cracks down on you again and this time your body jumps involuntarily, you know sitting down tomorrow is going to be impossible but you can’t find it in you to care about that right now, solely concentrated on how good this feels. “Is that what you want Y/N? My cock buried inside your tight little pussy?”

“Yes.” You push your ass back to his crotch, groaning when his hard shaft presses against your sopping folds. “Yes please.”

“So fucking needy. It’s about time you learned your lesson.” He growls as he grabs his manhood, shoving the entire thing deep into your walls without warning.

“Jungkook!” Your mouth falls open with your cries, he’s huge but you’re so wet that he slides into you effortlessly, until the crown of his cock smacks against your cervix.

“Fuck!” He grips your hips hard enough to bruise your skin, maybe even hard enough to break your bones, and pulls them back to meet his body, burying himself impossibly deeper into your heat. “You take my cock so well Y/N, like you were fucking made for it.”

Any witty retorts or brattish comments you had in mind die the second he starts moving, repeatedly slamming himself into you so deep that you can feel him in the depths of your stomach with each and every thrust.

“Do you like having my cock inside you?” His voice is hoarse between low grunts, “Is this what you had in mind baby?” There’s no need to ask him to fuck you harder, this is the hardest he’s ever fucked you and you’re completely obsessed with the way your body aches because of him.

“Yes.” Your eyes are squeezed shut against the bed, having no choice but to stay there and take your punishment. Fuck, he’s pounding you so hard that the sound of his skin slapping against your ass is so loud it’s deafening. He’s ramming you into the mattress, the grip on your hips never faltering not even for a moment.

“Do I feel good inside you? Hm?” The tone in his voice screams power, he knows exactly what he’s doing to you as you borderline sob beneath him. When you fail to answer him his right hand flies to your scalp, dragging your limp body all the way up until your back is moulded against his rock-hard abs.

“I said,” His lips are pressed against the shell of your ear, he groans at the new angle, as do you, “Do I feel good inside you?”

Your head is spinning, everything about what he’s doing to you is so hot. His hand remains in your hair, holding your body in position as he’s hitting a certain sweet spot between your walls that has your stomach flipping and tightening as your body prepares for another orgasm, “Y-yes.” You offer a shaky breath.

“You’re so fucking tight, mmmph.” His left arm snakes round your waist and his hand desperately kneads your breast, holding onto it for dear life as he picks up the pace. “Feels amazing.” He pants, taking your earlobe between his teeth.

“Jungkook-“ Your hands are bound in front of you, back flush against his body, head resting in his hand. The familiar heat washes over your body with each snap of his hips, growing more and more noticeable and soon it’s all you can think about. “You’re amazing.” You bite your lip, and he retaliates by sucking a hickey into the crook of your neck.

Completely under Jeon Jungkook’s spell your moans get louder, loud enough for the other people at the resort to hear, as were the smacks of his body hitting yours from behind, but you don’t fucking care, instead you’re concentrating on how extraordinary this night with him feels. It’s not long before your second high finally ignites your body and you come around his cock.

“Oh my god.” You cry, chest heaving up and down as your body convulses in his hold. Your second orgasm gives Jungkook a new sensation that has him losing his mind, you feel tighter, warmer, you’re so wet that he’s slipping in and out you as your juices spill from your body onto his.

“Holy shit.” He groans, biting down on your earlobe to suppress a string of profanities. “I’m not gonna last much longer baby.”

“Come inside me, please come inside me.” Are the words you manage to choke out between his forceful plunges deep in your pussy. You’re so sensitive and sore that you twitch with each of his movements, you feel small and weak against his frame when he reaches an all new speed. The sloppy sounds of you being railed by none other than your sugar daddy only spur him on even more, until finally after what feels like an eternity –

“Fuck, Y/N baby-, Y/N... Y/N…“ His movements slow to a gradual stop, his breath is hot against your skin as he tries to calm himself down, you can feel how hard his heart is beating when his body stills. He wraps his inked arms round your frame and releases you from the hold of his belt, your wrists ache as does your entire body but you’re too fucked out to really notice, you collapse on the bed as soon as he lets go of you.

“Are you okay?” There’s a hint of humour in his tone as he settles beside you, carefully tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear before cupping your cheek.

“Yeah.” You pant with a content smile, turning your face to plant a soft kiss to the palm of his hand, “Feel like I should be the one paying you though, the sex is getting better and better each time. I need to start tipping you or something.” To this he gives a tired smile back, eyes scanning your face carefully before he clears his throat.

“I need to talk to you about something.” He whispers, shuffling closer, until you’re sharing the same pillow.

“Mm?” You’re in a daze, utterly lost in his almond eyes, he’s so handsome that it feels as though your heart could burst at any given moment.

“It’s about the contract.” His voice is husky, he’s gently stroking your cheek with his thumb and there’s no doubt that he notices you tense at his words.

“What about it?” You’re frowning, confused, nervous.

“The thing is,” Jungkook exhales as though he’s mentally preparing for something big to unfold. “I know that I said—”

The sound of the video camera running out of battery cuts him off, up until now you’d completely forgotten that it was recording. Heat rises to your cheeks as you glance in the direction the noise came from, the video that it just captured would’ve caught everything – how desperate you were for him to touch you, how he ate you out so sensually that you unravelled all over his face, the way he spanked and fucked you so hard that your body feels bruised. You’re embarrassed now, he’s the only man that’s ever made you feel like that, the only man you’ve ever completely lost yourself with. And now it’s on film.

“Look at that for timing.” You chuckle, fighting the urge to cringe thinking about how you must look on the footage. Jungkook stands and grabs the camera from the set of drawers, closing the view finder before carefully placing it back inside his suitcase ready for your long haul flight back home tomorrow.

“Anyway,” He starts again, but you decide you don’t want to have this conversation right now and pretend to be asleep when he gets back into bed. He knows you’ve caught feelings for him and wants to end the agreement, he knows the truth about how you feel. You can’t deal with that right now, you feel sick at the thought of losing him and so your eyes close on their own.

Selfishly you don’t want tonight to be ruined, it’s your last night in Bora Bora and up until this moment you were more than happy to be in his company, as you always are these days. Tonight isn’t the night to end things, and so you’ll fall asleep in his arms just like you’d planned to all day – you’ll deal with this when you get home.

“Y/N?” He whispers, covering your limp body with the sheets that somehow winded up on the floor. “Ah you’re asleep, nevermind,” He sighs and you hear him ruffle his hair before he gently places his arm round your waist, his face nuzzled into your neck, “Probably best I don’t tell you anyway.”

--

“How was your trip?!” Jimin’s voice is loud and somewhat overbearing, he’s stood outside your apartment building the second Yoongi dropped you and your bags off. As you’d expected. Thankfully Jungkook didn’t mention the contract again on your journey home and so you remained blissfully ignorant to the fact he probably wants to end things. The journey wasn’t awkward though, you fucked on his private jet and officially became a member of the mile high club.

Pulling your best friend in for a hug you grin brightly, “Amazing, so amazing.” You gush.

Jimin helps you with your bags and demands to know evert detail of your week away, to which you oblige and tell him everything you got up to – leaving some of the more personal parts out of course. You’re both sitting on your sofa talking about how you were too scared to cage dive with sharks when your phone buzzes in your hoodie, actually Jungkook’s hoodie pocket:

Jungkook: Thank you for an amazing week Y/N

You smile, though guilt gnaws your insides as you lock the device and choose not to respond, it’s selfish but you don’t want to start a conversation with him just in case he finds a way to mention whatever he wanted to say last night. You like having him in your life, and you plan to keep it that way for as long as you can – so you decide maybe a little bit of space is what’s needed, just enough for him to forget about the fact you have feelings for him.

“Saw Namjoon on Saturday.” Jimin’s voice pulls you from your thoughts, you look to him with a surprised brow and ignore how the mention of his name brings you straight back to the despair you felt the day he ended your relationship.

“Oh, how was that?” You try to act indifferent. Annoyingly while you were dating Namjoon and Jimin were really good friends, they got along well and even your best friend was disappointed when Namjoon left the country. Of course, he took your side in absolutely everything even when you’re in the wrong, because that’s what a best friend does, so he too had spent a few months cursing his name every time you cried on his shoulder.

“Fine actually,” Jimin gives an apologetic smile, knowing that’s probably not what you wanted to hear, shoving his hands into his grey sweatpants, “He asked about you though. Like a lot.”

“Oh.” You sigh, not knowing whether that’s a good thing or a bad thing. “What did he wanna know?”

“Well you didn’t hear it from me but he’s not keen on Jungkook.”

“What?” You’re frowning, they’d only crossed paths once and it was only very briefly at the hospital when your dad took ill. Thankfully he’s recovering well from his chest infection at home, under the watchful eye of your mother.

Jimin pauses, “Ah I said I wouldn’t say anything…”

“Jimin don’t do that, what the hell has he got against Jungkook?” The defensiveness in your voice surprises both you and Jimin, realistically things with Jungkook are going to end any day now and he was never really your boyfriend, yet you’re still offended that your ex doesn’t like him.

Jimin sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose before he nods, “Okay, here it is…” He watches your reaction carefully, “He said when he saw you again… That it was hard for him.”

“Hard for him?!” You scoff, your eyes animatedly wide, “Hard for him?! He broke my heart Jimin, you remember right? The months I spent crying over him, the nights you slept in my bed with me because I was terrified of being alone with my own thoughts… He fucking broke me.” There’s a quiver in your words that still hurts even now, “So what he doesn’t like Jungkook because I’m happier with him than I was before he left?” And there it is, the confession of a lifetime. You are happier with Jungkook, be it real or otherwise he makes you feel... complete.

“One sec.” You hold a single digit in the air, full of adrenaline and realisation as you reach for your phone. You read the message from Jungkook again and again, you toy with the idea of replying before deciding it’s a conversation you’d better have in person. “Go on.” You lock the device, throwing it haphazardly onto the sofa cushion.

“He told me that still loves you Y/N.” Jimin looks guilty as the words slip from his mouth, “He only broke up with you because he couldn’t expect you to go to Korea with him and put your own studies on hold.”

“I would’ve gone with him in a heartbeat and he knew that.” At the time you were madly in love with him, you thought he was yours forever and he knew that, “So what’s his problem with Jungkook?” Even you can hear the venom oozing from your tone.

Jimin sighs, running his fingers through his dark hair, “He… He doesn’t buy it. Apparently he knows someone that had some kind of agreement with Jungkook, and he thinks that’s what’s going on between you two.”

Oh. That’s not what you expected at all. Namjoon knows the truth about your arrangement with Jungkook. Guilt, shame and sadness washes over you, so much so that there’s a lump forming in your throat that’s difficult to keep down.

“Don’t worry I didn’t tell him anything,” Jimin throws a comforting arm round your shoulder, sensing your change in demeanour, “Me and Tae threw him off the scent pretty quick, but he thinks that he’s not right for you. He’s a billionaire playboy Y/N, Joon just… Doesn’t see it working out.”

And he’s right, there’s no way that things will work out with Jungkook the second he finds out you have feelings for him – he doesn’t date, you signed a contract making you explicitly aware of that. Namjoon has always been a smart guy, of course he figured it out.

“Are you happy? Doing what you’re doing with Jungkook?” Jimin’s question catches you off guard.

“Yeah,” You admit with a small nod, “But Jimin I… I have feelings for him. And I think he knows.”

Your best friend doesn’t seem surprised by your confession, though his profile does look vaguely disappointed. “Have you told him?”

You shake your head, unable to stop the tears from cascading down your cheeks. Life has a particularly funny way of fucking you over. One hand there’s Jungkook, the man you weren’t supposed to fall for – perfect in every way except for the fact he’s unwilling to commit to you. And on the other hand there’s Namjoon, the man who broke your heart, finally admitting to your best friend that he wants to commit to you. It’s all overwhelming to you.

“Y/N…” Jimin wraps his short arms round your body, pressing a chaste kiss to your temple, “You need to tell him.”

“I know.”

“You should probably speak to Namjoon too.”

“I know.”

And so with his persuasion you muster up the courage to send one simple text message that has the power to change everything: 

Y/N: Are you free on Saturday? I think we need to talk

x

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[eoieopda]

Not me stalking your whole blog because I just found you and am a little in love with you 😍 You mentioned Pokémon and I must know: which Pokémon is each member of Bangtan? (Can I be 🥭?)

oh fuck! watch me spend more time on this than i did writing foresight 😵‍💫 i’m sticking to first gen/evolutions, and going purely off vibes here. and i’m too tired to explain my thought process, so you’ll just have to trust me!!!

namjoon: mew

seokjin: pikachu

yoongi: cubone

hobi: mr. mime

jimin: it’s jigglypuff, okay??

taehyung: squirtle

jungkook: ditto

#jade speaks #anon #🥭 anon #bts #namjoon #seokjin #yoongi #hobi #jimin #taehyung #jungkook #it took me forever to choose and then even longer to find gifs that slightly explained the vibe #i have a doctorate and this is what my brain uses all its juice for lmao #bts as #pokemon #bts headcanons

[sopebubbles]

Chapter Six

Summary: How many men will it take to save you? To be honest, you've gotten pretty used to saving yourself. Even though you're far from a delicate thing, Los Angeles is a dangerous place you can't seem to escape no matter how hard you try. The top 7 members of Bangtan should never have crossed your path, but they soon find they'd do just about anything to help you escape your past and make it safe for you to stay. But will you?

Genre: mafia au, poly ot7, angst, some smut, honestly a lot more fluff than i expected, POC reader/oc

Warnings: language, drug use (sleeping aid, morning after pill), mentions of previous sexual assault (nothing is discussed explicitly)

A/N: hello everyone! beastie here 🐾 today's update is a bit shorter! i'm currently traveling and still wanted to make sure there was an update today! originally this chapter was 10K words, but with everything considered, it felt right to separate the scenes. as a result, i'll post an extra update this week (whenever i get home...probably in the next day or two??) i hope you enjoy! as always, i love answering comments and asks, so feel free to reach out if you have anything you want to share 🥰 thank you for being here!

Word count: 3K

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Yoongi haunted the Bangtan mansion most of the time. On nights when some of the men were out and about doing various things, he was expected to be prepared for anything. Catastrophic events were rare, since Namjoon insisted on good planning, cool heads and a reasonable amount of caution for their line of work. Nevertheless, Yoongi was typically up through the night, ready for someone to come through in need of care. 

Tonight was quiet though, and he was catching up on a bit of reading in his office with a scotch in hand when an unexpected knock came to the door. Before he could get up or even call out a response the handle turned and the door slowly opened. 

"Doc," your voice searched out for him, and he rose from his chair in surprise.

"Val, come on in." Yoongi glanced at the clock as he put down his book. A little after 2 am. You must have been having trouble sleeping. "Are you alright?"

You swallowed thickly as you glanced around the room. "You're up late."

"I'm usually up at this time. I stay up until everyone is home. Just in case," he explained, putting his hands in his pockets as he observed you shutting the door quietly behind you. 

"That's nice of you."

He shrugged. "Just doing my job."

"Do they get into trouble a lot?" 

Another shrug. "Not too much, but you never know." He chuckled. "Jungkook has more of a tendency toward bar fights than gang violence, to be frank." His eyes caught the slightest smile on your lips at that before moving on to observe other parts. "Is your arm bothering you?"

You looked down at the wound. You'd removed the bandage and the flash on your face suggested you'd all but forgotten about it. "Mm, no, it's alright."

"Are you having trouble sleeping?" He asked after a moment of silence from you. 

Your eyes widened a bit and then it was your turn to observe him. They were large and brown, and slightly red and puffy from crying you'd done hours ago. He waited patiently for your response.

"I know you're not a regular doctor but…" You began quietly and faded fast. He waited still, but you didn't go on. 

"But what?"

You swallowed the lump in your throat. "Do you- do you honor doctor patient confidentiality?" 

The corner of Yoongi's mouth tugged up as he cocked his head a few degrees, eyes roaming over your nervous demeanor. You had something you wanted—or needed—to trust him with, and whether it was part of his code or not, he knew at that moment he would keep any secret for you. His head nodded subtly. 

"Of course. Is there something you're concerned about?" He took cautious steps toward you, but still kept several feet of distance between you.

"There's something I need. I know you don't have it on hand. But I can't leave, at least not without one of the guys and Taehyung would lose his mind and Jungkook is too damn observant and nosey, and I don't know about Hoseok but somehow he seems like the worst option…"

Yoongi couldn't help snickering as you rambled. "What is it that you need, Val?" It wasn't an impatient question. He merely wanted to stop your wheels from spinning, and he could see them grind to a halt. 

You coughed and swallowed, seemingly unable to clear the blockage in your throat. As he noticed the tick, his eyes landed on the faint bruises on your neck. He had noticed the hint of them earlier in the day, but they were more prominent now. A matching set had blossomed on your wrists too. Just as he was pondering them, you finally spoke. 

"I need a morning after pill," you forced out in a quiet rush of words. They confirmed that indeed you had suffered an act of violence earlier in the day, and Yoongi's heart shattered for you. 

He cleared his throat quietly and looked at your face, causing you to look away and he followed suit. "I don't have that here. And I can't leave at the moment. But as soon as I can get out, I'll head to a pharmacy and get what you need." There was no hesitation or judgement in his voice, only assurance. "In the meantime, I can give you something to help you sleep," he offered. 

You rubbed your right hand anxiously over your arm and nodded with a quiet, "thank you," but your eyes didn't leave the ground. 

Yoongi desperately wished he could say something to comfort you, but it seemed useless. He couldn't promise you that everything would be alright, or that you had nothing to fear. He didn't know you well enough to know if you would find solace in a friendly hug, but he figured you probably wouldn't like to be touched. He could only do what you asked, and it didn't feel like nearly enough. But he vowed silently to do anything in his power to help you through the next stages of whatever was to come. 

Calmly, he moved around his cabinets, finding the pills he was looking for. He doled out two tablets until your palm and gave you a glass of water. You tossed back the pills and gulped down every last drop before handing it back to him. Then the two of you stood awkwardly for a moment.

"Those are strong, so you should head up to bed. Sleep as much as you can, and I'll come see you in the morning." He gave you a small thin smile. 

"Thanks, Doc," you murmured as you turned toward the door. "Sorry for disturbing you."

"You didn't," he assured you. "You're welcome here anytime."

You gave him one last small, grateful smile and left. 

An hour later, Namjoon and Hoseok found Yoongi reading in the living room so that he wouldn't miss their arrival.

"Everything okay?" Yoongi asked as he slipped his bookmark between the pages. 

Namjoon nodded as he walked into the room, loosening his tie. "Everything quiet here?"

"Yeah." Yoongi cleared his throat. "I gotta go out for a little bit."

Namjoon raised his eyebrows suspiciously. It was pretty rare that Yoongi went out, and never in the middle of the night unless it was under Namjoon's orders. 

"It's nothing. I just gotta go to the pharmacy."

Namjoon narrowed his eyes incredulously. "At three in the morning?"

"It's rather time sensitive," Yoongi elaborated, only barely.

"Is there something you're out of?" Namjoon always made sure to keep things fully stocked.

Yoongi hesitated. Namjoon was an old friend, in addition to his boss, and he was never good at lying anyway, but he really wanted to keep your trust. "It's a…special circumstance."

Namjoon scoffed as he wrapped his tie around his hand. "Yoongi, what the hell is going on?" The man merely stared back at him, and now Hoseok had drawn close, intrigued, but both men gave him a look that had him backing off and heading back out the front door to drive home. "It's Val, right? What's wrong?"

"I really can't say." Yoongi scratched the back of his neck.

"Yoongi!" The boss leveled a withering stare at the smaller man.

"Namjoon, she came to me as a patient to a doctor. I can't-"

"You're not a real doctor!" Namjoon reminded him vehemently.

"You can't tell me you don't want to protect her as much as I do. That's why you kept what you learned about her to yourself the other night." Yoongi had noticed the way Namjoon wasn't shocked by parts of her story the way the others were.  

"Yoongi," Namjoon faltered. 

"It's fine. She's doing it to all of us. But right now she asked me for this and I have to protect her, alright?"

"Yeah, go," Namjoon sighed and let Yoongi walk away from him and out the front door.

Yoongi had never had to buy emergency contraception before. He couldn't even remember the last time he bought condoms. He'd determined a long time ago that it wasn't fair or safe to ask anyone to be a part of his life when he was a part of this life. Even if Yoongi didn't usually participate in anything dangerous or illegal, anyone close to him would always be vulnerable, so he stayed away. 

He was still a medical professional, though—kind of—so he quickly found what he was looking for in the feminine care aisle of the 24-hour pharmacy and chose the brand with the highest efficacy. While he was walking back toward the registers he realized that you'd probably be needing other feminine products soon. Of course he had no idea what you would prefer, so he just got an assortment of sizes of tampons and pads and felt pretty pleased with himself. Walking to the front once more he thought it might be nice if you had some snacks, since he knew you might be uncomfortable and probably in bed for the next day. Again, in complete ignorance of what you might like, he grabbed an assortment of salty and sweet snacks and some drinks. 

By the time he was finally ready to pay, he wished he'd picked up a basket. He dumped all of the items in his arms onto the counter and the cashier began to ring them up. She gave him a look with raised eyebrows, which he skillfully avoided seeing by looking at his wallet. He paid and exited quickly with his bags without saying a word to her.

Back in his clinic, Yoongi put away all the sanitary products he bought for a rainy day. Then he got a tray and removed the pill from its packaging, placing it in a tiny plastic cup along with a glass of water and some of the snacks he had bought you. When he was done he looked at the clock.

Just before 4 o'clock. 

He didn't want to wake you. He wasn't even sure you'd be lucid if he did with all the drugs he'd given you to help you sleep earlier. But he also knew the effectiveness of the pill lessened over time, and the sooner you took it the better, so he decided to head up to your room.

It was all quiet in the house, which wasn't unusual. Yoongi was used to the quiet, since he was usually the one here when everyone else was out. But he rarely came to the upper floors of the house unless someone was really sick, and it was strange to think of everyone tucked up nicely in their beds while he was the one on a delicate mission. 

He balanced the tray on one hand while the other knocked quietly on your door. There was no answer, but he hadn't expected one. Cautiously, he opened the door and slipped inside, closing it behind him just as quietly. There was enough pale moonlight coming in through the balcony door to let him make it safely to your bed. You barely took up any room on the large king size bed that you had burrowed into the middle of.

Yoongi set down the tray on your bedside table and turned on the lamp. He whispered your name but when you didn't respond he said it a little louder. The last thing he wanted to do was have to shake you. Luckily, you awoke when he used a regular speaking voice. 

Your eyes popped open and you sat up. "Where am I?" You asked urgently. 

"It's okay. It's just Yoongi. Er…you're with Bangtan, remember?" 

"Right." You rubbed your eyes and squinted at him in the bright light. "What's up, Doc?"

Yoongi chuckled and decided to risk sitting on the edge of the bed. "Uh, I got what you asked me for. Do you remember?"

You nodded tiredly and whispered, "I remember."

"Do you still want to take the pill?" He asked, focusing on controlling the hand that ached to reach out and brush your wild hair away from your face. 

"Please." You nodded again. 

Quickly, Yoongi grabbed the two cups from the tray and handed them both to you. His nerves electrified where your skin touched his, even only for an instant. He already wanted more. 

He'd wanted more since the first time you went into his clinic and tried to act tough while he patched you up. He wanted more even though he knew he couldn't have it. After hearing your story, Yoongi quickly realized what it was that made you so attractive to everyone around you. It was actually quite simple. The same thing Joaquin and his father had noticed in you. A burning desire to live. Your aura burned with life, no matter how dark your circumstances were. And for Yoongi, it made music in the silence of his life, like a song from childhood that he had forgotten. Maybe it was a siren song, leading him to his doom, but he couldn't help following it.

He watched you take the pill just as casually as you had taken the sedatives earlier. Just like before, you handed the glass to him when you'd drained it.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, not quite ready to leave you, even though he knew he shouldn't stay long.

"Sleepy," you mumbled and he could see your eyes beginning to droop again as you laid back down.  

"Right. Well, I brought you some snacks, in case you wake up hungry. The medicine might make you nauseous, or make your stomach hurt. Come see me when you wake up or…I can leave you my number in case you don't feel well enough." He began to look around him for something to write on. 

"Don't have my phone. Got rid of it," you responded sleepily. "Don't worry, Doc. If I need you, I'll just yell your name until you come. You'll come, right?" 

He laughed fondly as the sleep talked for you. "Yeah, I'll come right away," he promised and pulled the covers up to your chin. 

"Thanks, Doc. But don't worry about me. I know the drill. No problem." By now your eyes were closed and your breathing was already heavy. 

"Don't worry. I'll take care of you," he replied to himself before gathering his things to leave. 

"What do you want?" Yoongi grumbled unpleasantly when he found Taehyung waiting in his clinic the next morning. The younger man knew better than to bother him before his third cup of coffee. 

"I'm worried about Val. She's still sleeping. She's not usually a late sleeper."

Yoongi tried to keep down the little bit of jealousy he felt at Taehyung knowing such a banal fact about you. It spoke of mornings Taehyung probably woke up with you already out of bed, going in search of you. 

"She might sleep a little longer. I gave her some strong medication to help her sleep last night," Yoongi admitted. "Best just to let her be." Secretly though he was already anxious to go check on you. 

Tae sighed dramatically and leaned over the exam table on his elbows, making the paper crinkle and Yoongi ground his teeth . "Hyung, she keeps rejecting me. She won't let me back in. She even kicked me out of her bed last night."

"You went to her bed last night?" Jungkook suddenly joined them after hearing their voices down the hall. He popped a piece of a half peeled tangerine into his mouth. 

"Yeah. I just wanted to sleep with her, but she said the thought of my hands on her made her skin crawl. I don't understand how she could go from loving me to hating me so quickly," he pouted.

"Maybe she never did love you," Jungkook mocked. 

"Fuck you," Taehyung spat bitterly. 

Yoongi reached out and smacked Taehyung on the back of the head. "What the fuck is the matter with you?"

"Ow! What!" Taehyung cried and grabbed his head 

"She had a traumatic day yesterday and you went slithering into her bed like some creep! Of course she didn't want you to touch her!" 

"What do you mean? Did she say something to you?" Taehyung gaped. 

Yoongi pinched the bridge of his nose. "Either you are the densest mother fucker on the planet, or you actually don't love her at all, and I don't know which is worse."

"Hyung!" Taehyung whined, but Yoongi ignored him, not able to control himself enough to explain. 

"Come on, Tae," Jungkook intervened. "It doesn't take a genius to figure out. She had to see her old boss, master, lover…whatever. Whatever he said or did to her was enough to make her come here and tell us her whole terrible story and ask for protection. Didn't you see how she was shaking? Pale? Fuck, even I could tell she was in shock. Are you really that self absorbed?" 

"Man, fuck you guys. I'm not," Tae muttered. 

"Look, Taehyung, if you care about her and want a future with her, then it's in your best interest to give her space right now. Smothering her is only going to make her push back harder."

"Oh, because you're suddenly an expert in women and my girlfriend. Fuck off, Yoongi," he sneered before he stormed out. 

Jungkook shook his head as he began peeling another tangerine. "Taehyung can be such a child sometimes."

Yoongi glared at the youngest for a moment before he snatched the piece of fruit from his hands. "Get the fuck out."

Jungkook merely smirked and turned toward the door. "There's a fresh pot of coffee in the kitchen, hyung."

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Why So Serious? || JHS

➜ Summary: " You think you're just so special, right? So different. A person who can withstand anything thrown your way." He said as an amused chuckle escaped from his lips. His eyes scanning me from head to toe, slowly before coming back up to meet my eyes again. " Oh this is so nice. So refreshing. It'll be my absolute pleasure to be the one to break that spirit of yours."

➜ Pairing: Psychiatric Patient Jung Hoseok X Female Reader ( Name will be Serenity but you can substitute for your own name if you want)

➜ Genre: Psychiatrist treating patients, Slowly breaking down barriers, betrayal beyond belief, joker and Harley Quinn.

➜ Warnings: Profanity, obsession/ obsessive tendencies, mental problems, anger problems, medicated patients, violence towards reader, possessive Hoseok, blood, gore, graphic depictions of violence, toxic Namgimin, Stockholm syndrome (if you wanna call it that), plot twist

➜ Word count: 4,168

I turned the key in the ignition, shutting my car off before I unbuckled my seatbelt. I opened the door of my car, grabbing nothing but my phone that I put in my back pocket when I stepped out. I pressed the lock button that was on the car remote then I begin to make my way towards the ominous building.

My steps were hesitant the closer I got. My mind couldn't help but drift to the conversation I had last night.

— " I can't believe you're really going to work at a place like that Serenity. Don't you have any sense of fear in that little body of yours?" My bestfriend Jimin asked me as we sat cuddled on the couch in the living room of our shared apartment, sipping on hot cocoa while watching another episode of  kamisama kiss.

" Of course I do, but it's a job that pays $25 an hour and I'm qualified. Rent, bills, groceries, hell everything is only getting more and more expensive as time goes on, so I have to do what I have to do for us." I responded to him with an absentminded shrug.

" Yeah and I get that. But why does it have to that specific place? There aren't anymore hospitals you can get transferred to that pays the same amount?" Jimin asked with a whine, taking my attention away from the tv and on to him, giggling when the whipped cream from the hot cocoa left him with a little white mustache.

I smiled, reaching over and wiping the whipped cream from his lips before I leaned against him and turning my attention back to the tv. " Jimin nothing is gonna happen. From what I've been informed of, everything regarding the patient's there have been good for a while now, no recent attacks or anything like that. And the security has been beefed up. I'll be fine. And I'll be extra careful." I said, trying to reassure him.

" Ren I know you really wanna do this and you know I support you 110% in everything that you do. I'm not trying to harp on you, I just really want you to be safe. This hospital is know for very particular patients and I just don't want you to get hurt." Jimin told me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder as he turned his eyes back to the tv as well.

" And I won't. I'll be extra careful. I promise."  —

I snapped myself out of my thoughts as I came upon the entrance of the building. Looking around for a way inside since I wasn't issued my badge yet. I went over to the door and tried to peek through the small bared window but it was too blurry that I couldn't make out anything.

Several minutes had passed by of trying to find my way inside of the building to no avail before something nearby crackled next to me, a voice speaking up, making me jump out of my skin. " Welcome to HopeWorld Psychiatric Hospital. State your business here." I looked around trying to see where the voice was coming from, until I looked around and saw that an intercom box was mounted on the wall by the door with a security camera not too far above it.

I walked over closer to it, an almost awkwardness to my steps. " Yes hello. I'm the new psychiatrist. My name is Serenity Evans. I was told by Seokjin Kim to come in today. It's my first day on the job." I explained to the unknown person on the intercom.

" Do you have an authorization badge to enter the premises?" The person asked me.

I wanted to roll my eyes but I held back. I just said that it was my first day didn't I?

" No I wasn't issued a badge yet. It's my first day, I think I was supposed to receive it today. I'm not really sure but if you could get Seokjin Kim to come down, I'm sure he could explain what's going on." I told the person.

There was a moment of shuffling on the other side of the intercom before a different and more familiar voice spoke up. " I'm sorry for the confusion Ms.Evans, I'm gonna buzz you in right away." The second voice spoke.

" Thank you." I replied.

I stepped away from the intercom when I heard a loud buzzing noise go off for a quick second and a loud clank was heard as the door popped open. I grabbed the handle, pulling the door all the way open and walked inside.

I looked around the painfully blinding white walls of the building, cringing a the overpowering sterile smell the permeated the air. I noticed quickly that no one was really around. No one was rushing through the halls, no one was manning the receptionist desk.

This place felt very empty, and that wasn't a comforting realization at all.

I stood in this area aimlessly for a good five minutes before I heard the click clack of someone's shoes walking down the hallway. I didn't know what direction to turn in but that didn't matter as I saw a tall man with broad shoulders and a welcoming smile walking my way.

" Ms. Evans I presume?" He questions as he stopped in front of me, holding his hand out in greeting.

" Yes sir I am." I responded to him with a smile of my own, reaching out to shake his hand.

He nodded his head as he gestured for me to follow after him. " Well Ms.Evans if you just follow me, I'm gonna be showing you the ropes of everything today." He said to me as we both begin our walk down a long hallway.

The echo of our shoes hitting the tile floor was defining in the quiet hallway. It was a somewhat suffocating feeling that I couldn't shake, and that foreboding presence I felt in my chest was justified as we continued to make our way down the halls, the bright almost blindingly white walls had started to shift, the once pristine walls being littered with splatters of red here, some chunks of green and brown there. I almost gagged, but I held my composure.

" Please excuse the mess. Someone would have cleaned the walls already but we've been so busy lately. Our last janitor up and quit on us suddenly and no one has applied to fill the position." Seokjin spoke up again, looking back at me apologetically.

" Oh no, I completely understand." I told him, trying to ease the forming tension.

" And just so you aren't shocked incase you are the selected person to do so for the day, our staff often rotates cleaning duties. Like I said before, no one has applied to fill the janitorial role in the hospital and we can't just leave our floors, walls and rooms all dirtied up, can we?" He questioned.

" I suppose not." I muttered out.

We continued walking down the hall until Seokjin motioned to make a right, and I of course followed after him.

We stopped in front of an elevator and waited a few seconds for the doors to open after Seokjin pressed the down button, and hopping on. Once we were inside of the elevator, Seokjin inserted his badge into the card reader and when the light above it flashed green, he took it out and pressed the letter H where the numbers in a regular elevator would be.

" You're gonna be working down in H ward with Jungkook and Taehyung. With the limited amount of staff we have at the moment, we're kind of spaced out." Seokjin explained to me as we stepped off of the elevator.

" Limited staff?" I asked with a questioning gaze. " On the phone, you said that-"

Seokjin begin nodding, a sheepish smile appearing on his face as his hand came up to itch the back of his head. " Yeah. And I do apologize for the sudden change. Some of our staff had suddenly stop showing up for their shifts, but please don't let that worry you, we're slowly but surely getting back to a good place. More applications are starting to come in so we'll have more people to replace those who left in no time." He informed me as he gestured for me to make a left turn this time.

I noticed the shift in the atmosphere almost immediately. Not only did I feel it, it was the visual difference with the hallway from before.

Instead of the blinding white walls from earlier, these wall looked like they had been stained a more beige color, the lights from above seemed very old, some were very dim and some flickered not leaving much light to be casted throughout the corridor.

The black steel doors lined up each side of the hallways, small slits in the door that could open so the patients could peek out.

" Your office is gonna be at the end of the hall. Accessed only by a company badge, which I have righttttt-" Seokjin trailed off as he patted on each of his pockets before he reached inside the pocket of his  long coat and pulled out a plastic card with my picture and information on it. " here." He finished as he handed my my badge.

We stood at the end of the hallway in front of another black steel door. This one had an actual window on it, and on the side of the door was another card reader to insert your badge.

" Go ahead and try it." Seokjin told me, nodding his head towards the card reader.

I raised my card and put it into the insert slot, a green light flashed above the reader and the sound of a lock turning could be heard as the door popped open.

Seokjin pulled the door open and gestured for me to go inside first, with him following behind me. " Alright. This is your office. Your place to yourself where you can get your paperwork done, you can take your break here, whatever you so choose. We got a computer here for you, we just had a new ac installed, and the only down side thing about H ward is that down here the wifi might be a little wonky but it works well enough." Seokjin explained to me.

I only nodded at his words, looking around the room. It had enough space that I didn't feel so cramped. It was a nice office for what I was. I didn't mind it. As long as the door locked, I was ok.

Seokjin looked down at the Apple Watch that rested on his wrist. He read over something for a quick second before he looked back at me. " Taehyung is with a patient at the moment, so Jungkook will be on his way over here to show you what you're supposed to be doing down here. I have to get back up to A ward. One of the patients seems to be causing a bit of trouble." He told me.

I nodded at his words and once again turned my attention back to the room that I would be spending a lot of time in, mapping out place in my head where I would be putting certain things to make it more comfortable for myself.

About seven minutes had passed by when the door let out a quick beeping noise and made an unlocking sound. Someone who had a badge was coming into the room.

" You finally decide to show your face?" Seokjin spoke up as a man around my age walked in. He was just a bit shorter than Seokjin, his baby face peeking through the long shoulder length hair that covered his face. " Jungkook Jeon, meet Serenity Evans. She's gonna be working in H ward with you and Taehyung. Make sure you show her the ropes, let her get comfortable with everything and welcome her with open arms." Seokjin told him.

" Of course. I'm always happy to have new comers down here in H ward. It's nice to meet you Ms. Evans." Jungkook smiled as he reached his hand out in greetings.

I put my hand in his, shaking it with a smile back to him. " It's nice to meet you as well. And Serenity will be just fine." I let him know.

" Well alright then Serenity. Shall we get started?" He asked me.

I nodded my head to him, putting the lanyard with my badge attached to it around my neck.

All three of us walked out of my office, letting the door close and lock behind us.

" Looks like this is where the tour stops for me. Jungkookie here will take over. I'm gonna head back up to A ward." Seokjin said nodding over to Jungkook who nodded as well. " I just wanted to thank you again Serenity for bearing with us here at this facility. Your help was very much needed and I appreciate you sticking around even though things aren't going exactly how I said they were a few weeks ago." Seokjin said to me, placing his hand on my shoulder in thanks.

" It's not a problem. Really. Thank you for the opportunity." I replied to him with a nod.

Seokjin smiled once more then he walked away, making his way down the dimly lit corridor, going back the way we came.

" Alright." Jungkook started, grabbing my attention as he spoke up. " So as you've probably heard multiple times already, this is H ward. On this floor, we have the least amount of patients, but don't let that be a comforting thought for you because this ward is where the more volatile patients tend to end up. So you must be on your guard at all times." Jungkook explained to me. We begin to walk back up the corridor, though this time it wasn't as quiet as it was before when coming down.

" These rooms that you see here are obviously where the patients on this floor are housed. With our H ward patients, they are prone to get triggered more easily than others in the facility, so they are more heavily medicated than other patients in other wards. Things that are so simple for you and me, can turn quickly into a trigger for them. So it's always smart to keep sedatives on or near you, just incase of an emergency." He explained as he continued on down the corridor with me following closely behind him. " We allow the patients to roam the hallways freely two times a day for an hour after they have been monitored while taking their medication. If a patient refuses to take their medication, they do not, under any circumstances, leave their room." Jungkook said to me pressingly, making direct eye contact so I got the message.

I nodded my head in agreement. " I could only imagine what would happen if a patient wasn't medicated and outside of their room." I said absentmindedly, wincing at the thought of it.

" It happened once before, a few years ago." Jungkook spoke up, his voice a bit distant as he recalled the memory. " It was my first week on the job and I'll be honest, it was a bit traumatizing to witness. That's why I don't mess around. People's lives are at stake in this facility and I don't take that lightly." He told me.

" Yeah..."

We walked passed one of the steel black doors, the small window of the door slid open, exposing the face of one of the patients as we walked by. She softly knocked on the door, stopping us in our tracks.

" Sally... be patient. You all are about to be let out in about thirty more minutes." Jungkook said to the older woman who's head twitched to the side, her mouth turning up and exposed many missing teeth in a smile at Jungkook's words.

Jungkook begin to walk away and the woman's eyes slid over to me. The smile on her face vanished instantly, making shift my gaze away from hers quickly as I followed after Jungkook.

We continued on down the hallway, making a right turn. " Up and down the previous hallway we were just on, are the patients that we are able to keep a hold on if medicated. The black doors are their signifiers. The hallway we are on now house only 3 patients, their doors are white for a reason. They are not allowed out of their rooms at all. They require a coordinated, scheduled, and highly medicated release time, especially now that our staff has decreased." Jungkook finished.

We walked by the first room with a white door. The name plate beside the door read " Yoongi Min." I peeked my head near the window trying to look inside the room, but I wasn't able to see anything but a table in the middle of the room.

Suddenly a face appeared in the window, staring right back at me with a snarl, bringing both hands up as he pounded on the door harshly. " What the fuck are you looking at bitch?!" He yelled angrily.

I jumped back, my heart pounding in my chest from the shock and quite frankly from the fear.

I looked at Jungkook incredulously when I heard him let out a chuckle. " Meet Yoongi Min. Our resident badass who loves to give us a hard time. He's not so friendly, so watch out for him. And never turn your back on him." Jungkook warned.

I was stunned into silence but I nodded nonetheless as we walked away from Yoongi's door and over to another white door a little more down the hall.

When we approached the door, I was mindful to not stick my face close to the window again. I read the name plate by the door and saw the name " Namjoon Kim" on it.

" Meet Namjoon Kim. Our resident smart ass. He like to play the cool calm and collected character but he's anything but. He takes any opportunity he has for you to let your guard down around him so that he can make his move on you. Don't give him that opportunity." Jungkook warned again.

I gulped a bit and peered into the room. I saw that there were two people inside of the room, sitting at the table. I could only see the back of one, his fluffy long black hair was the only characteristic that I could see. The other who was facing towards the door had shorter brown hair then the other, his face calm as he spoke confidently to the other man that sat in front of him, a smile appearing along with a deep set of dimples as he looked past the man, his eyes connecting with mine, making his smile widen and his dimples deepen.

" He looks so normal. I would have never thought- "

I heard Jungkook scoff next to me. " That's what every new worker say about Namjoon when they come down here to H ward. Until they learned the reason he's in here." Jungkook said with a shake of his head. " But I guess you'll learn about that when you have the chance to sit down and real his file."

We continued on our way to the last and final white door, and as I did the other two doors, I looked at the name plate and it read "Hoseok Jung". My gaze moved over to the window of the door and I was startled back once again, seeing the face of the last and final person of this ward already looking back at me through the window.

" Meet Hoseok Jung." Jungkook said as the man in the window reacted to his name, a heart smile forming on his face as he watched me closely. " I'd like to think of Jung Hoseok here as the mastermind of the operation. He's like a mixture of Yoongi and Namjoon but ten times as worse." Jungkook said in exasperation as he looked at the man who was still looking at me.

" Is this my new plaything Jungkook?" Hoseok asked through the glass, that heart smile on his face widening as he continued to stare me down.

Jungkook ignore his words and continued speaking to me. " Taehyung and I are already assigned to Namjoon and Yoongi, so Hoseok is gonna be your primary patient for now." He informed me.

I didn't get to react to his words when heard a moan coming from behind the door. I glanced over at the window, seeing Hoseok pressed tighter to the door, his mouth open as he gasped out. " It's been so long since I've had someone good to spend my time with. I really think I'm gonna like you Dr." He said to me, licking his tongue on the glass as he let a dark cackle leave his mouth.

I was trying to remain professional, so I kept the disgusted look from appearing on my face and remained neutral. " I see." I finally responded to Jungkook.

" Will that be alright with you?" He asked me.

I nodded my head. " Of course. It's my job." I told him.

Jungkook nodded back to me. " Alright then. Taehyung should be almost finished with his session with Namjoon. First things first, I'm going to show you how we medicate our black door patients and make sure that they actually take the medication. Then we're gonna let them out for their hour. All we have to do is monitor them, keep account of their moods, their actions and just make sure everything is running smooth and safely." He told me.

" Alright then. Sounds good. Shall we get started?" I asked, ready to leave the area of this Hoseok Jung person who continued to stare at me the whole time.

" Let's. While we're going there, I'm gonna show you the recreational area for the patients. If they begin to wonder down the hall, that's most likely where they are going to go." He said to me, gesturing for me to follow him.

" Hurry back to me, my lovely new doctor. I wanna see that pretty face up close and personal." I heard the voice of Hoseok say, but I ignored him and kept on with what I was doing, following after Jungkook.

____________________

" Yes Mimi, he was so off. He licked the glass of the window as if he was licking me or something. My skin was crawling so bad, like it wanted to jump right off of my bones." I whined to my bestfriend, a loud yawn leaving me.

I had gotten home a couple of hours ago around three in the morning. Jimin had come home maybe an hour before me and now we were up with nothing to do but snack on gummy bears, continued watching kamisama kiss, and just waiting to fall asleep.

" Well what else do you expect Ren? You work at an insane asylum. Isn't stuff like that supposed to be expected?" Jimin asked me as he tiredly threw a gummy bear up in the air and tried to catch it in his mouth but failed when it bounced off of his nose and landed on the floor.

" It's called a psychiatric hospital, and still, it was so unnerving to experience. And he's gonna be my primary patient starting tomorrow. I really gotta prepare myself for this." I told him, rubbing the sleep from my eyes before opening my mouth when he held out a gummy bear to me.

" Yeah. Cause at the end of the day, this is the job you choose. And the main goal is to get in the minds of these troubled people and evaluate them them. See why they did the things they did. I know you're gonna be great. Just don't stress too much on it though. You got this." Jimin said to me, his words giving me courage.

" Thank you Mimi. It makes me happy that you always believe in me." I said to him, another loud yawn ripping from my mouth.

Jimin got up from the couch, turning the tv off before holding his hand out to me. I felt the heaviness in my eyes, almost forcing me to close them. " Mimi I'm so sleepy..." I whined to him.

" I know. You're eyes are getting red." Let's get you to sleep. I'll make sure you're up in time for work. When do you have to be in?" He asked me, pulling me up to my feet.

" 3pm to 3am... " I mumbled out to him.

"Alright, I'm gonna be leaving for work at 2, so I'll wake you up before I go. Now, come on, and let's get you to bed Rennie."

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[whats-k-popping]

Nothing Bad Can Happen

Summary: When Jimin stumbles in shortly after lunch time with the signature hand on his stomach, Namjoon ushers him to the couch and sits beside him. He allows Jimin to rest his head against his thighs. “Jimin-ah, I think it’s time to see a doctor.” He speaks in a hollow voice, carding fingers through Jimin’s hair.

Pairing: MiniMoni - Platonic intentions but open interpretation

Words: 3359

Warnings: Graphic Descriptions of Stomach Ache || Bloating || Doctor Visit/Abdominal Examination || Gluten Intolerance || Embarrassment and Fear Themes || Idol Diets

Inspiration: "How about sick jimin with namjoon as the caretaker. Jimin has a tummy ache and needs to go to the doctor"

Dedications: This fic was requested by @yoongiskitty2021 and therefore dedicated to them! Thanks so much for the request! I really enjoyed writing this. Sorry again that it took so long! I hope you enjoy it.

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When the director calls cut, all seven of the boys run off the set in pursuit of the catering table. Due to a company misunderstanding, the boys had to be on location earlier than their schedules had said. Meaning they all had to forgo breakfast in order to catch the vans in time. Meaning they are all nearing the point of starvation after a grueling seven hours of shooting. 

There are several trays of mandu lined up on the table with a variety of labels and fillings. Jimin is more excited than most. He’s finally coming off his most recent diet, permitted to eat more freely than he has in months. When he sees the line up of food, he fills his plate. He hasn’t had carbs in so long. He’s really really excited for the mandu. He knows if he overdoes it, he’ll end up on another diet plan. But just a little splurging can’t hurt. So he limits himself to one of each filling. 

No one is shy about helping themselves to the food and enjoying their fill. Who knows when they'll have time for another meal. While they eat, they discuss what the rest of the day has in store for them. After the meal, they scatter. Between working on choreography, collaborations, producing, photoshoots, and sponsorships, each of the members have a pretty busy day ahead of them. 

Jimin is supposed to be working on choreography. His schedule dictates three hours of creating the choreography for his solo music video. His album is heavily influenced by his contemporary background, purposefully so in order to showcase the skills he's only able to demonstrate during their classically inspired songs as a group. He's been looking forward to choreographing his own songs for months. He has so many ideas. 

He's warming up alone in the studio when he feels the first cramp. It hurts enough to make him cringes a bit, his usual stretching routine aching more than usual. But decides to push through. He thinks it’s just the result of exercising too soon after eating. Maybe he ate too much for his first off-diet meal, or maybe he ate it all too quickly. It should go away after a bit of digestion. So he buries the pain and cues the first track. 

He’s on the fourth track when the cramping becomes more prominent. It’s not impossible to dance through, but it’s distracting. And he needs to be fully focused. He’s still forming his choreography. The ache is limiting his movements, he can’t think straight about his transitions. He doesn’t feel very graceful. It hurts too much to focus. 

Jimin recalls that Namjoon is still in the building. Namjoon had some scheduled time to work on his album, so he should be in his studio. He wants to ask Namjoon for the rest of the day off, just in case he’s coming down with something. He’d rather catch it early, he doesn’t want to be held up with an illness. 

So he hurries over to Namjoon’s studio and knocks on the door. “Hyung, it’s Jimin,” the small dancer announces. 

“It’s unlocked,” the leader calls out, not even sparing a glance back toward the door. He keeps his eyes glued to his screen as Jimin walks in. 

“Namjoonie-hyung, I’m not feeling too good.” Jimin walks right over to Namjoon’s desk with a hand on his bloated stomach. This catches Namjoon’s attention. He turns his chair to look at Jimin, a sympathetic look in his eyes. 

“What’s wrong, Minnie?” He eyes the dancer up and down, escorting him over to the couch on the other side of the studio. Jimin all but throws himself on the soft surface. 

“My stomach hurts.” Jimin explains, rubbing his stomach. He lets out an airy burp before continuing. “I thought it was just some indigestion from lunch, but it feels really bad. It’s not going away.” 

Namjoon rests the back of his hand on Jimin’s forehead, feeling for a fever. There isn’t one. Namjoon presses around Jimin’s cheeks and neck, just in case. But the dancer feels cool. There aren’t even beads of sweat from his dance practice. “Do you feel like you’re going to throw up?”

Jimin continues to rub his stomach with a grimace. He presses on his stomach a bit. It sends a surging cramp throughout his abdomen that leaves him whimpering, but he doesn’t feel the tell-tale urgency of nausea. “No, not really.” the dancer admits. 

Namjoon clicks his tongue and rubs the bridge of his nose. Per company policy, Namjoon can’t authorize a sick day unless a member is feverish or actively vomiting. So much to his own disappointment, he can’t send Jimin home. But looking at the small dancer, Namjoon knows he shouldn’t continue his schedule. Jimin looks so sick, muffling sharp winces against his sleeve and squirming around the seats in any attempt to find a comfortable position. Jimin shouldn’t be dancing in this condition. He could risk hurting himself.

“Did you take any medicine?” Jimin shakes his head, “Do you want some?” Jimin nods. So Namjoon shuffles around his studio, looking for his meager medication stash. He happens to have just a few antacid tablets left in the bottle. He delivers them to Jimin who takes them greedily. 

“I’m sorry I can’t send you home,” Namjoon pouts while watching Jimin try to get comfortable. He snaps his finger in an epiphanic moment. “Why don’t you rest here for a bit, see if you start feeling any better.” Namjoon offered, seeing that Jimin was already dozing off. "And I'll keep an eye on you, just in case you get worse." 

“Jus’ for a bit,” The dancer slurs, curling in on himself. Namjoon runs his fingers through Jimin’s silky strands of hair in a repetitive motion. Once he's sure Jimin is asleep, he goes back to his desk. He resumes working on his music, pausing every so often to sneak a glance at Jimin’s sleeping figure. 

After two hours, Jimin wakes to a gurgling in his stomach. Namjoon hears it too, giving it his undivided attention. Jimin massages the area slightly. The pressure triggers even more persistent rumbling and the dancer springs off the couch and runs out of the studio. Namjoon stays back, recognizing Jimin’s need for privacy. He waits to see if Jimin comes back to the studio, but instead he receives a message from Jimin that he’s feeling better and going on to resume his schedule. Namjoon replies with the thumbs up and smiley face emojis before getting back to his open track. 

But it’s not a one time event. It goes on like this for a few days. Jimin’s been eating well, sleeping well, trying not to overwork himself. But nothing helps. His tummy always hurts. He feels like he’s been bloated for days with minimal relief. It’s starting to affect his work. He can’t dance, he winces every time he bends. He can’t sing, small belches and hiccups interrupt every take. 

Jimin makes a habit of gravitating to Namjoon’s studio every time he feels unwell. Something about being close to the leader puts his mind at ease. Like nothing bad can happen to him when Namjoon’s around. It always plays out the same- Jimin will find him, complain of a stomach ache, and rest on the studio couch. It always ends the same. Jimin jolts awake with an urgency to get to a bathroom and then says he’s feeling better.

But Namjoon is out of his league here. He knows Jimin’s been sick for days. But there’s no fever or vomiting or legitimate reason to have him stay home. It might just be a rough patch. He makes sure to keep Jimin well fed and keep an eye on him, which is easy because Jimin seems to be seeking him out as well.

Namjoon never pushes Jimin away, always inviting and caring for his dongsaeng. But after a week of the same routine, he’s genuinely concerned for Jimin’s health. When Jimin stumbles in shortly after lunch time with the signature hand on his stomach, Namjoon ushers him to the couch and sits beside him. He allows Jimin to rest his head against his thighs. “Jimin-ah, I think it’s time to see a doctor.” He speaks in a hollow voice, carding fingers through Jimin’s hair. 

“I don’t need a doctor, hyung. I just need to rest. It goes away on its own.” Jimin reassures. He hates the doctor, hates the very mention of needing to see one outside of his routine appointments. 

Namjoon huffs, “But it happens every single day. Sometimes more than once. I’m worried that something might be wrong.” He stops himself abruptly with a deep breath. He doesn’t want this to turn into a lecture. "Maybe just get it checked. Maybe there's something causing the stomach aches." 

Jimin continues to whine and complain, tears pool in his eyes. "I don't want to go. Please don't make me. I'm fine." 

"Jimin, taking hours-long naps in the middle of the day every single day is not fine. Intense stomach aches every single time you eat is not normal." Namjoon reminds. He knows he's coming off as harsh, so he starts rubbing Jimin's stomach as a form of comfort to balance it out. 

Jimin's about to cry. He knows it's not normal. But he's scared. He doesn't want to go to the doctor. He doesn't want there to be something wrong with him. What if it's a terminal disease? Or something chronic and fatal. Or what if the doctors won't know what's wrong with him. He doesn't want to be a medical mystery. "I don't wanna see a doctor." He begs, fat tears starting to slide down his round pale cheeks.

But Namjoon is nothing if not persistent. "Will you go if I go with you? I'll be with you the whole time." The leader's voice is soft, gentle as he offers his time to ensure Jimin's comfort. He wipes away tears as they continue to fall. 

"The whole time?" Namjoon nods. "You promise?" Namjoon nods again, holding out his pinky. 

"I promise." Namjoon confirmed. Nothing bad can happen to him when Namjoon is around. 

"Okay, I'll see the doctor." At that, Namjoon wastes no time scheduling the appointment while Jimin rests on his lap. 

They sit in the office waiting room. As per the new normal, Jimin's stomach aches. It gurgles audibly in the small room. Namjoon can sense Jimin's discomfort, so he starts talking. He fills the room with his voice, commenting on the medical periodicals on the end tables and the framed art hung to the walls and the obscure paisley-like pattern of the wallpaper. Anything to drown out the sounds of Jimin's belly. 

The conversation is not two-way. Jimin stays silent. He’s too focused on the swirling heaviness in his middle and the impending diagnosis to think about the color combinations on the walls or new models of stethoscopes. But he knows what Namjoon is doing. And he appreciates it. He takes one of Namjoon’s hands into his own, squeezing it tight.

Jimin flinches when he hears the nurse call his name. He makes sad, fearful eyes toward Namjoon. The leader looks back at him with a comforting smile and gestures for Jimin to stand. Namjoon stands as well, following the nurse back to a room with Jimin latched onto his arm. When they arrive in the room, Namjoon makes sure Jimin’s comfortably seated on the table before he takes a seat in the chair against the far wall. 

The nurse starts preparing the room, setting out unopened examination tools. “I understand you’re here for some abdominal pain, Jimin-ssi?” He doesn't even look at Jimin while he speaks, too busy examining all the instruments. He makes quick work of checking Jimin’s temperature, blood pressure, and other vitals. 

“Stomach aches,” Namjoon answers when he sees Jimin is too tomato-faced to reply. The dancer is frozen still, letting the nurse move around him. “Daily stomach aches.” 

The nurse nods to Namjoon, then looks at Jimin again. “Do you have a stomach ache now?” he asks softly. Jimin shyly nods, moving his arms to cover his bloated stomach. “Okay, the doctor can take a look at it when he comes in. For now, you can lay back if that will make you more comfortable.” Without a second of hesitation, Jimin leans back onto the examination table to ease the pressure on his stomach. The nurse smiles, filling in the patient chart and stepping out of the room without another word. 

Once it’s just the two of them in the room, Namjoon moves the chair closer to the raised table. Jimin whines and holds his hand out. Namjoon takes it without hesitation. “Hyung, I’m scared.” the dancer admits. 

Namjoon squeezes Jimin’s hand, using his other hand to rub the smaller man’s back. “You have nothing to be scared of, Minnie. Everything is going to be okay.” Namjoon reassures without a trace of doubt. “Once we see the doctor, we’ll know what’s been causing your stomach aches and we’ll be able to avoid it in the future.” 

“What if it’s something bad?” 

Namjoon doesn’t miss a beat. He’s quick to dismiss Jimin’s pessimistic thinking. “Then we figure out how to fix it.” Jimin doesn't have a retort for that. He just keeps a steady hold on Namjoon’s hand. Nothing bad can happen when Namjoon is around. Jimin replays it in his head like a matra.

Not long after, the doctor knocks on the door and steps inside. Neither Jimin nor Namjoon pull away from the other. It’s only when the doctor approaches the examination table that Namjoon slides away, keeping his grip on Jimin’s hand for as long as he can. 

“You’re here for severe, regular abdominal pain, correct?” He asks as he pulls latex gloves onto his hands. 

“Yes,” Jimin replies. 

“And how long has it been going on for?” 

“Every day for a little over a week.” Namjoon answers. 

“Okay, have you changed anything about your lifestyle in the last week?” the doctor starts feeling around Jimin’s stomach. “I’m going to keep asking questions while I do the examination, just tell me if it hurts too much. 

Jimin tenses up as the doctor’s fingers move across the sensitive skin of his bloated belly. He knows it’s the doctor’s job, but it doesn’t make him feel any less embarrassed. He tries to swallow away his embarrassment and explains that he recently ended a diet. 

“That’s good. Can you tell me what you’ve been eating in the past week?” 

Jimin goes on to explain his usual daily meals, specifically the ones that seem to be associated with his stomach aches. He has to stop speaking every so often when the doctor presses against his stomach and he feels the sharp cramps spread. He tries not to wince, so he just bites on his lip and squeezes Namjoon’s hand. 

“And when you get these stomach aches, what does it feel like? Any vomiting or diarrhea?” He continues on with his examination, now proding lower, beneath Jimin’s belly button. 

“It feels mostly like indigestion for a little. Really bad aching and cramps. Bloating. Sometimes I feel nauseous, but I haven’t thrown up. Usually, after I take a nap and use the bathroom, it goes away.” Jimin’s starting to feel less shy. Maybe it’s Namjoon’s presence or the simple nonchalance of the doctor. But this wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be. He still feels awkward and vulnerable. But he trusts Namjoon. Everything is going to be fine. Namjoon is there.

“How long were you on your last diet regimen exactly? I think I might know the problem.” The doctor finally pulls his hands out from under Jimin’s shirt. 

“About 4 months.” Jimin supplies. 

“You think you know what’s wrong with him?” Namjoon asks excitedly. 

“Based on my examination and the information you’ve provided, it sounds like a case of gluten intolerance. It is a chronic condition, however managing it is as simple as avoiding foods with gluten content. You weren’t intolerant to gluten before your diet?” Jimin shakes his head, “It’s likely that since your body hadn’t digested gluten in so long, you developed an intolerance when you introduced it back into your diet.” 

While Namjoon thanks the doctor for his diagnosis and asks more questions about managing gluten intolerance, Jimin sits sulking on the examination table. He’s listening to the doctor rattle off all the foods that contain gluten and thinking about how restrictive a gluten free diet will be. And it’s a diet he has to remain on for the rest of his life. Pizza, pasta, bread, and even beer. He really loves beer. Correction, he loved beer.  

“The important thing to remember is that this condition is an intolerance, not an allergy or anything of that sort. It’s not going to be life threatening to accidentally consume something with gluten. Like you’ve been experiencing, it will just result in an aggressive stomach ache. It’s similar to lactose intolerance in that way. However, unlike lactose intolerance, there’s no pill or supplement you can take to reduce the effects. It just results in waiting for the gluten to pass through the digestive system.” The doctor explains as Namjoon asks more and more questions. “I recommend starting the gluten free diet right away. If you’re still experiencing the stomach aches, come back and we can take another look. But I’m fairly confident that it's gluten sensitivity.” The doctor fills out the chart then leaves the room. 

Namjoon is still raving about what a simple fix it is and how he’s thrilled that it wasn’t anything more serious. He doesn’t seem to pick up on Jimin’s sadness at the diagnosis. So Jimin just reaches for Namjoon’s hand, squeezing it tightly to convey his need for help. Namjoon finally looks at him. “What’s wrong, Jimin-ah.” He can sense the others’ sadness. 

“It’s not fair,” a few tears fall down Jimin’s cheeks as he speaks, his breath hitching with each broken sob. 

“Oh, Jimin-ie.” Namjoon pulls Jimin into a tight hug. He’d been so excited that it wasn’t something more medically serious that he’d completely overlooked how Jimin would receive the diagnosis. Namjoon takes a moment to put himself in Jimin’s shoes and he draws the same conclusion, a lifelong gluten free diet would be a pretty sad reality for all of them. “I’m so sorry. You’re right, it isn’t fair. But life hardly ever is.” Namjoon tries to remind him, rubbing his back as the dancer continues to cry. “It’s going to be okay, Minnie. We will do more research and find alternatives for your diet. And I think it would be good if we all start cutting back on carbs.” 

This makes Jimin chuckle a little, “Hyung, just because I can’t eat normal food doesn’t mean you guys have to stop too.” 

“I can’t speak for the others, but if you’re going to be eating gluten free, I’ll try it too.” Namjoon pets Jimin’s hair. “Come on, let’s get you home. We have a lot of research to do.” 

Namjoon stays with Jimin for the first few days. They raid Jimin’s kitchen, getting rid of everything with gluten in it. Taehyung is more than happy to make sure the food doesn’t go to waste. And Seokjin comes to finish off the last of the beer he has in his fridge. Namjoon and Jimin sit together on the couch, searching for gluten free recipes and how to substitute ingredients to make any recipe gluten free. They go grocery shopping together to re-stock Jimin’s kitchen with gluten-free essentials. 

After three days of eating on his new diet, Jimin feels astoundingly better. He’d nearly forgotten how it felt to not have a stomach ache. His stomach hasn’t ached, he hasn’t needed to use the bathroom as much. He feels like his digestive system has done a complete 180 from last week. And despite what he previously thought, there were still tons of things he could eat that wouldn’t upset his stomach. 

Maybe it’s not so bad. Just like Namjoon said.

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A/N: As always, thanks for reading to the end! Feedback is always appreciated. And please let me know if I missed any tags or TWs. Please call me out for any errors you notice!

Also, just a personal side note- I have a gluten sensitivity, and I do eat gluten free. But I don't think it's better to eat gluten free. And I don't think it's bad to eat gluten. I think everyone should eat whatever makes them and their body happy. I'm realizing while posting this there were some parts of the fic that seemed critical. But I promise that's just to include more emotion and realism into the fic, and not to stand on some kind of soapbox.

Lots of Love, Aki <3

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[miscellaneousobsessions]

hello world, my current obsession is:

BTS - in particular jungkook, v, suga, and rm although I do like all of them. I’m very new to bts and K-pop generally. I’ve heard very mixed things about K-pop fans so tbh I’m a bit scared…

Some of my previous obsessions:

Doctor who - getting hella excited for the special episodes coming out soon!!!

Harry Potter - I mean, I feel like this should be obvious for the majority of gen z and millennials

Killing eve - Jodie comer? Yes please.

Our flag means death - taika waititi is a god.

Pride and prejudice (2005) - this movie will end and I will immediately start watching it again from the beginning

Kinnporsche - the first bl tv show I watched, jeff satur and Bible in this show made me seriously question my attraction to toxic men.

Heartstopper - the bisexual rep in this show makes my heart sing!!

Greys anatomy - ok this obsession was several years ago now, but damn this show had me hooked and definitely contributed to my desire to be a doctor. Also Addison Montgomery is a queen.

Merlin - Colin Morgan as merlin is some of the best casting ever, could not have picked a better merlin.

New girl - never fails to make me laugh. The crystal meth/aquarium rocks episode is a god tier episode.

Grishaverse - six of crows >> shadow and bone

Good omens - David tennant and Michael sheen are an absolutely iconic comedic duo.

There are absolutely more but I think these kinda cover it for now, heehee.

If you blog or post about any of these things please let me know and I will chuck u a follow :))

#bts #jeon jungkook #kim taehyung #suga #agust d #min yoongi #kim namjoon #park jimin #bts jimin #bts jhope #jung hoseok #kim seokjin #doctor who #harry potter #killing eve #our flag means death #kinnporsche #pride and prejudice #heartstopper #grey's anatomy #merlin #new girl #fandom #grishaverse #shadow and bone #six of crows

[trifoliumrex]

Namjoon Master List

Doctor Monsters Blood Bracelet 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

A car accident leaves you with bad injuries and an even worse curse. Lucky this handsome doctor with secrets of his own seems to know a thing or two about curses and how to break them. Is that all he’s interested or is the spark you feel between you two more than spooky magic energy?

Mafia Meet Cute Namjoon 1 2 3

You never thought working at an electronics repair shop could even be dangerous. Then again your thought your favorite customer who you’ve been crushing on for just about forever was just a regular guy. Seems you were wrong on both counts.

#mmc #doctor monster #namjoon #master list

[nervouswonderlandwombat]

"Take me to paris"

"You are paris"

#dark academia #books & libraries #libraries #dark academia books #doctor strange #dark academia vibes #run bts #bts namjoon #bts asthetic #bts v layouts #bts vante #bts

[pornessian-parappio]

Is it just me or does America Chavez from Doctor Strange : Multiverse madness look like Namjoon from certain angles !?

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[sopebubbles]

Chapter Seven

Summary: How many men will it take to save you? To be honest, you've gotten pretty used to saving yourself. Even though you're far from a delicate thing, Los Angeles is a dangerous place you can't seem to escape no matter how hard you try. The top 7 members of Bangtan should never have crossed your path, but they soon find they'd do just about anything to help you escape your past and make it safe for you to stay. But will you?

Genre: mafia au, poly ot7, angst, some smut, honestly a lot more fluff than i expected, POC reader/oc

Warnings: language, Taehyung needs to learn boundaries, mild violence related to boxing, Yoongi bein' the sweetest 🥺

A/N 1: hello everyone! beastie here 🐾 this is what was originally the second half of chapter 6. We'll get the back stories of a lot of the members and how they came to be involved with Bangtan. I'm going to make a character chart later this week so that it'll be easier to keep track of the details. 😁

A/N 2: When the cast is all together, words in italics are typically in Spanish or Korean. Out of the group, Hoseok knows the least English. So it's safe to assume that if it's just the boys talking to each other, that it's in Korean or some blend of Korean and English, even if it's not in italics.

Word count: 7K

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A life of crime was best lived at night. That meant that often there was nothing much going on during the day in Namjoon's mansion. Most of the inner circle stayed close, with all but Jin and Hoseok living in the mansion, partly for Namjoon's protection and partly for the company. Only Jin wanted to spend his wealth on his own place, a significantly smaller but still extravagant house in Santa Monica where he lived with Hoseok. Not that you knew that yet. 

When you finally did wake up after noon, you munched on a Little Debbie's cake that Yoongi had left you before you dressed in some work out clothes and went downstairs carrying your tennis shoes in your hand. You found Yoongi drinking a leisurely cup of coffee in the sun drenched kitchen. 

"Hey," he smiled warmly at you over his cup. "How are you feeling?" 

Just as you were about to answer you noticed someone rummaging around in the refrigerator and you stopped yourself, clearing your throat. "I'm fine," you answered simply.

Jimin turned around, dumping all the ingredients for a sandwich onto the counter top. "Oh, hey, Val," he greeted with a flirtatious smile that had you rolling your eyes.

"How's your-"

"I'm fine," you repeated, cutting off Yoongi from whatever he was going to ask. His face fell perceptibly and Jimin looked between the two of you as the tension thickened. You sucked in a shallow breath and forced a smile. "Thank you for the sleeping pills. I haven't slept like that in…well, ever, really. I'm feeling much better now." You tried to give Yoongi a look to let him know how grateful you truly were while still hoping he'd keep his mouth shut. 

He smiled again. "Good. I'm glad to hear it. Would you like something to eat? There's still coffee."

"I had something." You shook your head before he could get up from his chair. "Um, where's Jungkook?"

"He's out at the pool working on his tan," Jimin snickered with a nod of his head out the toward the patio in front of the pool. You gave him a grateful nod and went out the glass door. He said something to Yoongi in Korean before you were out of earshot and you glanced back, but neither of them noticed. 

"You're so fucking whipped for her and it's only been two days."

"I'm just trying to make sure she's comfortable. And don't talk in Korean so she doesn't understand. That's so rude."

Jimin rolled his eyes and you decided to ignore them, continuing on your mission.

As you stood over him, Jungkook raised his hand to block out the high noon sun so he could see you. 

"'Sup, princess?" He asked lazily. 

"Don't call me 'princess,'" you grumbled. Your eyes traced over the many tattoos that covered Jungkook's right arm and wondered why he'd kept them isolated to that one section of his body from his hand up to his shoulder. It didn't hide the bulging biceps either and you found his chest equally defined. 

"Earth to Val," he smirked, letting you know you'd been caught staring. "Take a picture. It will last longer."

You scoffed, coming back to your senses. "I need you to take me somewhere."

"Can't. I'm busy." He adjusted himself to lay comfortably again and closed his eyes, dismissing you. "Ask Taehyung to take you."

"I don't wanna ask Taehyung."

"Then ask Hobi."

"Who's Hobi?" Not that you had actually gotten any proper introductions to anyone but Namjoon, but you didn't remember a Hobi.

Jungkook laughed lightly as if he was amused by your ignorance and sat up. "Where do you need to go?" 

"There's a gym in East Hollywood I need to go to."

He squinted up at you. "There's a gym here." He almost laid back down.

"It's a boxing gym." Jungkook's interest peaked, if the way he perked up was anything to go by. 

"You wanna box? I'll box with you!" He was almost too enthusiastic, and you had to take a step back to avoid him as he sprang up from the lounge chair.

"No, thank you," you replied, your thanks coming out somewhat sarcastic. 

"Aw come on, Val. I'll go easy on you!"

"Ha! I don't like to pull punches and I would hate to mess up that pretty face," you taunted. 

Jungkook gave you a smile that was too adorable for the well muscled man who owned it. He was tall and broad, with every part of his body showing strength. When his face was at rest, it was absolutely lethal, even with his dark curls falling in front of his large eyes. 

"Oh, so you wanna spar for real. Let's go!" He agreed and started heading inside before you could refuse again, and since it seemed like he wouldn't be taking you to your actual gym, you decided to follow.

Jungkook led you through the kitchen, taking a left at the hallway where you knew Yoongi's office was located, but across the hall he opened a door to a set of stairs leading downward. It was obviously not a creepy kind of basement, and with Yoongi around you figured nothing bad would happen to you down there. You were amazed to find that there was a whole other floor of rooms down below. In the center was a second, more casual living room where Jimin was settling with his sandwich to watch a K-Drama on a large screen TV that took up almost the whole wall.

Jungkook led you through to another hallway until you reached a frosted glass door. Energetic music came quietly from inside, growing a little louder when Jungkook opened the door. 

"Sorry, Joonie," you heard him say before you could even enter. "Val and I wanted to use the gym, but we can come back later."

This room, like all the others in the house,  was quite spacious. There was a treadmill, bike and elliptical machine facing one wall. On the opposite end, a full set of free weights and a completely mirrored wall. There was a bench and power cage, too. In one corner of the room hung a heavy bag and a speed bag. You spent so much time inspecting the equipment that you almost didn't look at Namjoon.

"That's alright. I was just finishing up anyway," he told Jungkook as he racked the weights he'd been using. Sweat poured down his face and neck, and when he turned around to cut off the music he'd been playing, it was impossible not to stare at every muscle of his broad back. He wasn't shirtless like Jungkook—who didn't seem at all bothered by being half naked—but the sweat soaked tank top he wore clung to his skin, leaving little to the imagination. Was it a requirement to look like a Greek god in order to be part of Bangtan?

Jungkook didn't miss you staring at his leader and he tried to suppress a giggle. "We're gonna box, if you want to stay," Jungkook offered, and the idea suddenly filled you with anxiety. 

"No, I have things to do. Have fun." Namjoon's refusal gave you relief, until he continued. "Val, we'll talk later," he said plainly before leaving the room.

While you were left staring at the empty doorway he'd walked through, Jungkook got a set of wraps and gloves for you. 

"These will probably fit you," Jungkook said as he held out a pair of blue Everlast gloves to you. "They're Jimin's, but he doesn't use them much." 

You chuckled a little to yourself as you set the gloves down and began wrapping your hand methodically. While you had sometimes used gloves, most of the matches you were forced to compete in were bare knuckle. You didn't know why men enjoyed watching you and other women beat the shit out of each other with your bare hands, but they sure did, and paid a lot of money for it, too. Your trainer also never allowed you to use gloves, so you'd build up strength and tolerance to the pain in your hands. But for Jungkook you'd humor him by using Jimin's gloves. 

You started by warming up on the speed and heavy bags, switching off after a little while. The truth was, you hadn't hit anything but a bag in a while—except one particularly handsy bar patron six months ago. While you went to the gym a few times a week, you engaged as little as possible with the other members, afraid of getting into why you were there and your history. You hadn't done much to connect with many people in the last few years, before you met Taehyung. And after you met Taehyung, you really fell off your training routine, so you were a little worried about how things were going to go with Jungkook. But you weren't about to let him know that as he handed you a mouth guard he swore was clean.

Things went pretty smoothly at first as you tried to push aside any timidity. You made a show of stepping in to get in some jabs. To most boxers, it would be strange to face an opponent of such great difference in height and weight. Jungkook was clearly struggling with this, trying to adjust to a more crouched posture just so he could actually land a punch at the proper height. It wasn't as big an obstacle for you though. The underground world had little care for matching weight classes, and in many cases preferred unequal pairings. You'd been particularly well known for punching above your weight, so getting your hits in wasn't much of a problem. In spite of what you said, you didn't go full out on Jungkook, reserving some of your power. Still, you were rusty, and as you started to tire, you let your guard down just a bit while Jungkook threw a right hook, connecting heavily on your left cheek. The weight of it had your head snapping to the right and sent your body to the floor.

"Shit!" Jungkook yelled as you crumpled onto your right side, holding yourself up with your arm. "Fuck! Are you alright?"

Spots danced in your vision as Jungkook knelt beside you. He touched your chin gently with his gloved hand to turn your face to him and you laughed.

Laughter.

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me, Joaquin," the older man scoffed, shaking his head at your slender frame as you stood in front of him for the first time, still a month shy of sixteen. 

"I know she doesn't look like much-"

"Chingada, hombre, has she even had her quinces?" The old man asked. Not to you. 

You hadn't. There hadn't been anyone in your life to care about such things. No mother or aunts. Your father, though you were sure deep down that he loved you, didn't have time to worry about that. He was too busy teaching you to survive when he wasn't out making sure that others didn't. You thought to tell the man that—in spite of your failure to initiate into womanhood—your father had taught you how to throw a punch. But for months now you'd gone selectively mute. You only occasionally talked to Joaquin. He had ways of making you talk, and sometimes it was just easier to not make him use them. 

"I know, coach, but she's got the one thing you can't teach."

"Hm?"

"A fighter's spirit. And she's not afraid to take a punch either," Joaquin laughed sickeningly. 

"A fighter's spirit," the man mumbled as he looked at you. "She looks dead in the eyes. What have you been doing to this rat?"

"She just looks like that sometimes. Rile her up, let someone come at her. She'll spark right up!" Joaquin assured him. 

Coach grunted unintelligibly. "Isabel!" He barked and another girl snapped to his attention. She was taller than you by a couple inches and all her limbs were thick. She climbed into the ring with the two of you. "Come rough this girl up a little. See if she fights back."

"Coach?" Isabel hesitated. 

"Just do it," he growled.

Isabel took up her stance, but you remained still, hands by your side. "Coach.." Now she was whining.

"Go after her. If she stands there and gets hit, she gets hit," the old man egged her on. Outside the ring Joaquin stood, fiddling his fingers nervously as he hung on the ropes. 

Isabel lunged forward at you and you stepped back. Coach's eyebrows lifted. At least you weren't dead. She lunged again with a left jab and you moved to the left. Finally you raised your fists up to your face. You attempted a punch, but you didn't even get close to landing it on her. You weren't prepared for her sharp right hook as she rang your bell, making your vision black for a moment before you even hit the mat. Everything was still for a moment as you blinked your eyes open. You could see Joaquin standing perpendicular in your vision, not a trace of concern on his face. 

"You'll have to learn to block if you're gonna save your pretty face, girl," Coach sneered. 

You laughed. Slowly you got to your feet, still laughing. You held your fists up a little higher this time and crouched your head down. Coach looked over his shoulder at Joaquin, who now smiled brightly. 

"Again!" Coach called jovially.

"Are you fucking laughing?" Jungkook chuckled too.

You tried to shake off the daze and got to your feet, with a little support from Jungkook. "Again."

He raised his eyebrows. "Uh. No. Let's go see Yoongi and get some ice on your face," Jungkook suggested instead as he started removing his gloves. 

"I'm good," you sniffed. Already the endorphins were rushing through your bloodstream. You could barely even feel the dull ache surrounding your eye. "Cmon, let's go."

"Get you some ice, yes."

"No."

"Val. It's already starting to swell up."

"Jungkook. Don't be a pussy. We were just getting started." 

Jungkook stared at you dumbfounded. "You really are that kind of fighter, huh?"

"What kind is that?" You still had your fists up, bouncing lightly on the balls of your feet.

"Not afraid to take a hit. No, you like getting hit. It wasn't fun for you until then." He shakes his head with a disbelieving smile.

"What?" You demand, finally lowering your hands. "You say that like I'm some kind of psycho."

He erupted in laughter at the hurt on your face. It was probably because you knew he was right. "No, it's not that bad. Some girls like it rough," he laughed. "Hoseok was right, you are crazy," he realized.

"Fuck you," you said without any real malice.

"Please let me take you to Yoongi so at least I can say I took care of you when everyone jumps down my throat for hitting you," Jungkook begged.

"Who would be mad at you?"

"I can think of…a list of people."

"Fine," you sighed and began to remove your gloves. 

Jungkook took you back out of the gym. He let you go up the stairs first and put a hand on your back just in case you lost your balance.

"Suéltame!" You snapped, swatting his hand away. He had no idea what you said, but he pulled his hand away and held them up in surrender nonetheless.

"Likes to be hit, but doesn't like to be touched. Noted." 

You rolled your eyes. And for the first time you noted the throbbing of your left eye and all the surrounding tissue. Once you reached the top of the stairs you walked straight across the hall to Yoongi's office. 

"Knock knock," you announced as you walked through the open door.

"Val, what can I do for you?" Yoongi asked with a noticeable cheer in his voice, even with his back turned to you. Jungkook rolled his eyes at how whipped Yoongi was for you, forgetting momentarily that he came in second on the list of people who were probably going to kill him for hurting you.

"Nothing. Jungkook is just a drama queen and wouldn't shut up until I came to see you."

"Why's he being- what the hell happened to your face?!" He'd finally turned around to see the large red spot dominating your face, already taking on new colors.

"It's not that bad," you insisted.

"Iiiiit's pretty fucking bad, Val."

"Jungkook, shut the fuck up and tell me what happened."

"How do I…do that?"

Yoongi gave the man a piercing glare.

"Right. So, Val wanted to spar and we did, but apparently she doesn't know how to block, and she got hit." Your eyes slid painfully to the side as Yoongi dug around in a drawer. 

"Eyes on me, babe," Yoongi said without thinking, and you didn't have time to react before he was shining a light in your eyes. "Follow my finger with your eyes." You did as he said, familiar with the routine. "Your eyes look fine," he mumbled, prodding your face gently to see if you'd fractured the bone, but you didn't even wince.

"I'm honestly fine," you insisted. Yoongi shook his head at you and went to get an icepack from the freezer in his room. 

"Jungkook, can you go get me a towel for this?" Yoongi requested and the younger man hurried off to the kitchen. "What were you thinking, letting Jungkook hit you?" Yoongi hissed, coming closer to you than he'd been before, but you didn't mind. "You should be in bed resting."

You couldn't help giving him a soft smile, knowing that he really cared for your wellbeing, even if he barely knew you. "Honestly, Doc, this is nothing. I'm not as delicate as you all seem to think. Back in my training days, they wouldn't even give me ice for this and I'd be back in the ring until I blacked out."

"That's terrible. That sounds like a concussion waiting to happen."

"Oh, for sure. I've had more concussions than I can count. Granted, I never finished high school, and I've had a lot of concussions…" You trailed off. Somehow your mind wandered to what the pretty pale doctor must be thinking of you now, but you stopped yourself. It didn't matter, did it? At least he was still looking at you with a certain softness, even if it was only because he liked the way you rambled. "Jungkook doesn't hit that hard anyway."

The man came back into the room with a thin towel he handed to Yoongi. "Yah! That's not true! I was only going half power."

"Well, next time go full power, really ring my bell," you teased, but he was not amused. 

Yoongi pressed the wrapped pack gently to your face. "Hold this to your face until it melts, and then I'll give you a new one. Hopefully we can keep the swelling down. You're gonna look like hell though."

"Cmon, Doc, I couldn't get much worse."

Yoongi's cheeks turned pink as he bit back all the words he knew to describe how beautiful he thought you were. When he didn't respond you turned toward Jungkook, having to turn your whole body since he was standing to your left. "Hey, Kook, you wanna have matching black eyes?"

"How did you get a black eye?" Everyone stopped and turned at the loud, angry voice of Taehyung.

You sighed. "It's fine, honestly." You got off the exam table and began walking toward the kitchen just to prove it wasn't so serious. 

"How did you get a black eye?" Tae repeated as he followed you out.

"It's not a big deal, Jungkook and I were just sparring and, honestly, it's my fault for not blocking."

"Jungkook hit you?" Taehyung instantly turned on the man. You knew he'd be in trouble if you didn't step in. "You asshole! How dare you!"

You put your body in between the two men and held up your free hand toward Taehyung. "It's not his fault, okay? I asked him to spar and not hold back. These things happen. It's hardly the first time."

"That's not the point!"

"Taehyung, seriously, calm-"

He caught your bicep firmly in his hand and pulled you toward him. "You're my woman, and he has no right to touch you. You belong to me," he growled in your face. He barely had time to register your disgusted expression before your right hand came up to slap him across his face. He dropped your arm immediately and took a step back. "Bitch!"

"Fuck you, Taehyung! I'm not yours! I don't belong to anyone! Least of all you. I won't tell you again that we're through. We're done. And if you ever touch me again, you will live to regret it!" You shouted, your voice echoing off the stone surfaces of the kitchen. 

He filled his lungs with a breath, ready to spew curses back at you, but he never got the chance. 

"Taehyung, back off." Namjoon's voice came in loud and firm from behind, but Tae didn't move. "You'll be at the club tonight. Go get some rest."

Taehyung turned slowly to glare at Namjoon. He sucked in a loud deep breath of frustration and walked away toward the staircase. The shouting had brought everyone to the kitchen but all stood in silence as you listened to Taehyung's angry footsteps upstairs. You tried hard not to let everyone see how much it hurt you to have yelled at Taehyung like that, how it broke that part of you that cherished him, even if he had behaved badly. Luckily, the swelling of your face probably made it hard to read your expression at all. 

"Yo, Val, what happened to your face?" Jimin asked, trying to break the tension. 

"Val, in my office," Namjoon said through a clenched jaw, and you couldn't escape the feeling like you were being summoned by the principal. Jimin and Jungkook even 'ooh'ed as you followed their boss into his office. He was already behind his desk by the time you got inside, and you quickly shut the door. He didn't say anything as he sat down in his chair. You expected to get told off immediately, but the silence dragged on for seconds until you felt the need to fill it. 

"Look I'm sorry about yelling at Taehyung, and slapping him, but-"

Namjoon waved a dismissive hand at you. "You don't need to apologize to me."

"Well I'm not going to apologize to him," you mumbled under your breath. 

"I wouldn't expect you to. What he said was way out of line and frankly idiotic. Taehyung doesn't think sometimes. He doesn't know how to read a room. He's young, and sometimes he doesn't think of others. I guess…he didn't grow up in a world where empathy mattered very much."

You didn't mean to snort at his analysis, but it was a little ironic to you. "Didn't the two of you grow up together?"

Namjoon nodded, touching his finger tips together and starting at the points where they met. "Taehyung came to live with my family when he was five. Our fathers had grown up together in Korea before moving to work in different cities. His father ran operations in Singapore, but both his parents were killed, and he came to live with us."

"And your father ran operations here?" He nodded again. "Then what makes you so different from him?" You weren't suggesting that he was different, but he seemed to think so, even if in your eyes all gangsters seemed more or less the same. Any pretense of humanity they gave themselves was just a lie they created to help them sleep at night. 

"My father always said my mother made me soft, but I think it was reading books," he told you with a cheeky grin. When you didn’t share his humor he cleared his throat and moved on. “You’re really through with Tae?” he asked cautiously. 

“Like I told him, we were both lying, living a fantasy for a couple of months. And as nice as it was, I’m not the girl that he fell in love with. It seems stupid to force myself to slowly fade in his eyes and to hide my resentment when I know how it will end anyway.”

“What if Tae-” he began, but he stopped himself. “I understand. I’ll keep him occupied at the club for the next few nights. That way he can’t cause too much trouble. But you should know he’ll probably end up with some other woman, or women. Are you okay with that?”

You could see him examining your face for anything that might indicate you were lying about your feelings. “Taehyung can do whatever he likes, as long as it doesn’t involve me,” you replied coolly. 

Namjoon leaned back in his chair and sucked air through his teeth. “Why did you come here, Val, if you didn’t want to be with him?”

“I didn’t come to him. I came to you.”

He looked surprised by that response, but he quickly covers his confusion with a smile. “Why?”

“Because I needed protection. Joaquin sent me back home, but I suspect he has my roommate informing on me. I just wanted to go somewhere I could be safe.”

"You think you're safe here?" He asked, pointing toward your swelling eye. 

You suddenly remembered the ice pack in your hand and held it gently to your face. "That was just an accident. It doesn't really hurt that bad," you mumbled. "Look, I don't know if I'm safe here or not, but it's safer than on my own. I'd really appreciate it if you let me stay."

Namjoon was silent for a moment and you looked away from his eyes that always seemed to be reading more into you than you could possibly know. "I'm not sure if you can be trusted," he finally admitted. 

"You think I'd lie about all that stuff?" You tried to raise your eyebrows and you could feel just how messed up your face really was. 

"I believe what you said. Or most of it, at least. But trust takes time and you haven't given me anything to go on. I was-" he stopped short again. He was always doing that. Holding back. Other times he seemed so decisive but with you, he always seemed to be changing his mind midstream. 

"You were what?" You pressed him. 

"I was going to give you a test, but since you've hurt yourself. It can wait a few days."

You dropped your hand with the ice and scooted forward in your seat. If he needed you to prove yourself, you'd happily complete any task. "I can do it."

He chuckled lightly at your enthusiasm. "It's okay. It can wait until you're better. Hopefully."

You groaned loudly and stood. "You guys have to stop underestimating me! It's just a black eye! It's not like I've gone blind or something! I'm capable of working through it."

Namjoon only laughed harder at your frustration. "Okay, well let's see if your eye swells shut. And if not, then you can go out with Hobi tomorrow."

"Who the hell is Hobi!" You cried. 

"Jung Hoseok."

"The skinny one who laughs when I curse in Spanish?"

"Yeah, that sounds right."

"And what's his role in this whole thing?" 

"Hoseok is someone who makes sure things go smoothly and cleans up other people's messes," Namjoon told you vaguely. 

You thought about that for a moment. "You mean how he finished off those chinos for me the other night?" Namjoon nodded. "So you're sending me with him in case I can't get the job done."

"Precisely." 

You rolled your eyes and sighed. "Fine. What's the job?"

A knock came to the door and Namjoon dropped the amused expression he'd been wearing most of the time the two of you were speaking. "I'll tell you when it's time for you to know. For now go get some rest and keep ice on that eye, please. And, uh, I'll see if I can get Tae to go stay with Seokjin for a little while, so we can avoid any more fights." Namjoon stood and ushered you toward the door. 

"Why doesn't he just stay at his apartment?" You grumbled.

"What?" Namjoon asked, clearly unaware and you looked at each in confusion for a minute.

He opened the door to reveal Kim Seokjin, who showed you a polite but guarded smile before he noticed your eye and visibly flinched.

"What happened to you?"

"Come in and I'll tell you," Namjoon answered before you could. You squeezed by Seokjin in the doorway before it was promptly shut behind you.

In the evening, as the sun was setting, you ventured out of your room when Namjoon, Taehyung and Jimin had all left for the club. You went down to sit by the pool, dangling one foot in and watching ripples in the water. After a few minutes you heard the kitchen door open and close followed by the sound of footsteps, but a minute passed and they never reached you. You turned over your shoulder to find Jungkook hesitating twenty feet away from you. 

"Don't lurk, Jungkook," you teased. "Come over here."

"I'm not," he whined, his voice a little higher from the embarrassment of being caught. 

"What's wrong?" You asked when he sat down beside you.

"How's your face?" He spoke to the ground. 

"Kinda numb from all the ice Doc had made me keep on it all day. How does it look?" You wondered with a smile, curious to see if he'd sugar coat it for you.

"Like you got hit by a big, strong, sexy dude," he replied with a childish grin. You replied with laughter. 

"Well, you are big!"

He pushed you playfully before you recomposed yourself. "I'm really sorry. I've never actually felt bad for hitting a person before, but I guess there's a first time for everything."

"Ay, Kookie, there's nothing for you to feel bad about. Look, I was trying to act cool earlier because I didn't want to look like a fool, but the truth is I haven't actually boxed with anyone since that last fight. I wanted to go to the gym today so I could ask someone to train me, so I could get strong again. So it's really my fault. I should never have gone up against you because I wasn't ready. So don't blame yourself." You shoved his shoulder playfully with a smile, trying to draw the same out of him. He nodded thoughtfully. 

"Hey, if you want someone to train you, I can do it," he offered, that smile finally showing up. 

You looked up at him cautiously. "Do you have time for that?"

"Either I help you train myself or I waste hours a day taking you to the gym since Namjoon says you have to be protected. I've never coached anyone before, but I know I can help you get stronger and practice with you. I'll try not to give you any more black eyes."

You shrugged at him. "Black eyes are part of the process. But it sounds like a deal to me." You held out your hand to him and clasped it with his own, pulling him closer so you could pat his back. "Have you eaten?"

Jungkook shook his head. "I ordered pizza for me and Hoseok just before I came out here." He hopped to his feet and then held out a hand to help you up. "You can think of it as a last meal before training. You'll have to go on a strict diet if you wanna bulk up."

"Yeah, yeah," you mumbled as you followed him back into the house. If Jungkook wouldn't let you have snacks you knew Yoongi would sneak them for you. 

"You guys want a beer?" Hoseok asked when the two of you walked into the kitchen. You both nodded and he passed them to you. 

"Pretty sure you shouldn't be drinking with the pain killers I gave you," Yoongi admonished you as he walked into the kitchen. 

"Oh, this? I wasn't gonna drink it. I'm just using it on my face," you smiled and held the ice cold can to your cheek. 

All three of them laughed, and you couldn't help admiring the way Yoongi's gums showed and his eyes disappeared as his shoulders bounced. 

"Hoseok, can you pass me one, too," he requested and gave you a small wink.

"Do you wanna hang out with us on the patio, Val?" Hoseok invited you with a bit of a smirk. 

You looked hesitantly between the members around you and then down to the can in your hands. "You guys don't have to be nice to me just because I'm staying here. I know Taehyung is like family to you. I understand if you hate having me here. I can just go up to my room and mind my own business."

Yoongi laid a comforting hand on your shoulder. "We don't hate having you here. And you don't need to hide away."

"Honestly, we've all known Tae for a long time. We love him at the end of the day, but there isn't a person here who hasn't wanted to hit him at least once. He's not the easiest person to get along with. But that doesn't have anything to do with you being here," Jungkook consoled you. 

"Okay then," you agreed with a shrug and followed Jungkook and Hoseok back outside, with Yoongi right behind you. 

"Tell us about yourself, Val," Hoseok encouraged before he took a long drink of his beer. 

You snorted a little after taking a sip. "I told you pretty much my whole life story yesterday. There's not much more to me, to be honest."

"Well, you got Taehyung to fall for you without knowing your past so there must be something," Hoseok pressed. 

"Hyung," Jungkook hissed as a warning, receiving an ignorant 'what?' from the older man. 

"I really don't know what he saw in me," you said quietly, eyes locked on the can between your hands. 

Yoongi spoke up, trying to put you more at ease. "You want to get out of LA, right? There must be something you want to do. A dream?" He asked gently.

You shook your head. "I'm not sure dreams are meant for people born into this life. Unless your dream is to become rich and die violently. Was that your dream, Doc?" You looked teasingly at him. 

"No, I can't say it was," he replied sourly.

 "Were you born into the life, like Namjoon and Taehyung?" You wondered. 

Yoongi nodded. "My dad was a close associate of Namjoon's father, too."

"And this is what he wanted for you?" 

Yoongi's head shook slowly. "Not exactly." He glanced at the other guys hesitantly. "I didn't want to be part of Bangtan. I really did want to be a doctor. He let me get almost all the way through med school before he told me that he wanted me here working for the family business. Said they needed me. And then refused to pay the last semester of tuition, so I couldn't graduate. Namjoon and I had known each other a long time, and he sensed that he would be left to take over soon. He assured me that I'd be taken care of, so I came on board." Yoongi took a loud gulp of his beer after he finished his story and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. You placed your hand just above his knee and gave him a light squeeze, missing the way he blushed at your touch. 

"What about you, Jungkook?"

Just as you turned your attention to him, you all heard the doorbell ring through the house. "Gotta go!" Jungkook sang as he got up and jogged into the house to get the pizza. 

"Saved by the bell," Hoseok muttered. 

"Then I guess it's up to you, Hobi," you grinned. 

"Oh no, we're not here to talk about me." He shook his head and drank from his can. 

"I know, you're here to try to get information out of me. See if I am who I say I am. But I don't really have any new information for you, so you might as well join the tragic backstory fun."

Yoongi raised his eyebrows at you before he chuckled and sipped his drink. 

"Another time," Hoseok mumbled and got up from his seat to go get more beers.

"Don't worry. Hoseok just takes some time to warm up to people, and he doesn't really like discussing his past," Yoongi told you in a hushed voice after he'd walked away. 

"I understand," you assured him. You'd been trying to deflect anyway. It was obvious from the moment he started chatting with you that he was looking for information. Hoseok was the guy who made sure things went smoothly. For most people his casual manners might disarm them, but you could see right through him, and you always had your guard up anyway. It wasn't that you had anything to hide, you simply didn't have anything to tell, and you didn't want the focus on you, so you tried to take the opportunity to get to know the people you were trusting yourself with. 

A minute later Jungkook came back with two boxes of pizza and plates. Hoseok followed with another round of beers and passed them around. Jungkook made it clear that one of the pizzas was for the three of you, while the other was his alone. 

"Greedy brat," Yoongi muttered as he picked up a slice of supreme pizza.

"I hope you didn't think I'd forgotten about you, Kookie," you said as you lifted a slice up to your mouth. 

Jungkook looked at you with his large doe eyes that you would never believe belonged to a man who killed people. He already had half a slice of pizza shoved past his lips and strings of cheese formed as he pulled the other half away. 

"Cmon, tell me your story," you insisted, even when he waved a hand at you while he chewed. "Hombre, you know my past; it's only fair."

Jungkook finally swallowed and took a drink of his beer to wash it down. "I wasn't born into Bangtan if that's what you're wondering."

You nodded. "Then how did you get here?"

Jungkook cleared his throat and sighed. Obviously you weren't going to let it go, and he wasn't really ashamed of his story or afraid of his past. "My mom and I came here from Korea when I was ten. My father was supposed to immigrate with us a few months after, but he never came. It turned out the whole time he'd had another family. We were actually his second family, and he chose to stay with them. So anyway, things for my mom were rough, and I helped by shoplifting groceries and things that we needed. By the time I was fifteen I was getting into fights every other week at school. Seokjin hyung caught onto me. He and Hobi hyung had just been in the states for six months and he was getting to know things around Koreatown. One of the shop owners complained to him about me. When I finally got arrested, Seokjin hyung stepped in, paid off the cops and told my mom he'd straighten me out. Next thing I knew I was pushing product, reporting to the hyungs on a regular basis. I wanted to do more than just sell drugs. I hadn't stopped getting into fights. Even back then I was a strong kid. So Hobi hyung had me helping on protection duty, and I've pretty much been by his side ever since. He'd probably be dead without me, right, hyung?" Jungkook brought a large hand down on Hoseok's shoulder. 

Hoseok scoffed. "Probably have a few extra years on my life if it weren't for you, punk."

Jungkook smiled and looked back at you. "He said he agrees."

You don't understand any Korean but you can tell he clearly didn't agree. But there's enough real fondness between them. You can see the brotherly bond. "You're just like me then, hm?" You mused. "A born fighter."

Jungkook chuckled. "Yeah, but I'm the type that likes to do the hitting, not the getting hit."

"Hey, I like the hitting part, too," you pouted. 

Yoongi shook his head. "What's so fun about getting hit?" 

You didn't answer for a long moment and before you could, Hoseok did it for you. "It makes you feel alive."

You smiled weakly at him, knowing you had something in common. "And when you feel alive, you have something to fight for. Right, Hobi hyung?"

The three of them burst into laughter around you. 

"What?" You wondered desperately, but none of them could get enough air to their lungs to explain. You pouted while waiting for them to settle down. 

Jungkook wiped his eyes with the back of his hands and took a replenishing breath. "Hyung is an honorific that means older brother, but it's only used between men. Girls call older men 'oppa'."

"Hobi oppa," you tried and Jungkook began giggling again. Hoseok's face went red. 

"I'm not your oppa," he mumbled, looking away from you. 

You turned to Yoongi for some kind of explanation or comfort. His eyes held no amusement for the situation anymore. "Oppa is kind of personal, between people you're close with. It can be kind of intimate. Some women say that to their partners, too, but some men don't like it. Bottom line, Hoseok doesn't feel comfortable with you like that."

You flushed when he explained your blunder, turning red in all the spots that weren't black and blue. "I'm sorry, Hoseok," you said quietly. 

"It's fine," he told you before taking a long drink from his beer.

You looked down at the plate in your lap to hide your face, their laughter still ringing in your ears. Yoongi leaned into you. "Val, you can call me oppa," he told you softly. 

You smiled shyly at him. "Yoongi oppa?" 

His own smile grew. "Yeah." His cheeks grew pink again. Jungkook snorted as he went back to his pizza. 

"I think I'll go to bed," you informed the boys with a stretch and a yawn several beers later. You'd paced yourself under Yoongi's supervision and he held back because technically he was on call. But Hoseok and Jungkook had gotten progressively more drunk and loud. You learned that the drunker they got the more Korean and less English they spoke. Which didn't bother you. They could speak whatever they wanted. You engaged in a little conversation with Yoongi about what your childhood home in Veracruz had been like, but Yoongi was so comforting to talk to that it made you more and more sleepy as the night grew late, and that made it difficult for you to keep up with English as well. 

"Do you want something to help you sleep?" Yoongi asked as you got to your feet.

"No, thanks, oppa. I'm pretty tired as it is. I think I'll be okay."

Yoongi's eyes were filled with a gentle joy that made you smile right back at him. "If you need anything you know where to find me." You nodded and walked around him to go into the house. "Goodnight, doc. Night, boys." You waved lazily at them and could hear them address Yoongi loudly and aggressively in Korean once you walked away. There was one word you were able to pick out though. Oppa.

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over wine; chapter one (j.jk)

↳ synopsis. designer dresses, spa weekends and rare wines are no longer enough to keep your marriage afloat. with your husband gone from home and a marriage standing on shaky grounds, you stumble back to your neglected career in the hopes it’ll fulfill the void in your life. you’re ready to take the risk this time, whether that is with the emerald cut diamond around your ring finger, or without.

over cocktails and dior-bowed roses.

pairing. husband! jungkook x ex-model! fem reader

word count. 37.8k (it’s gotten out of hand)

au + genre. rich couple! au, established relationship! au, married couple! au, semi sugar daddy! au, suburban couple! au, angst, fluff and smut.

warnings. mild cursing, alcohol consumption, suggestive and mature themes including the following: unprotected sex, spanking, choking, dom!jk, oral (f. receiving) mirror sex and car sex. 

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author’s note. oh my god. to say i have written for a lifetime and got nothing in me anymore, would be an understatement. (kidding. i’ve got an entire series to finish) no but, to actually be able to finish this part of the series and publish it with pride is such a milestone for me. for over a year, i’ve been drafting and drafting, deleting documents and rewriting them, moving from concept to concept, pausing and swearing i’d never write another word again. really, i’m dramatic like that. and i want to take this little note as a thank you to @latetaektalk who’s been hearing me bitch over this for so long. who’s been reading draft after draft and even when she’s busy, was sulking about the fact that she was too busy to read it. but future doctors don’t read silly fics linh!!! they just scream whenever their friends scream and hop off to biology (?) class. i’m very thankful & proud.

OVER COCKTAILS AND DIOR-BOWED ROSES

Jeon Jungkook must be easy to love.

You figure he is, because anywhere the well-dressed man goes, curious eyes follow. Though you find it hard to pinpoint what exactly it is that makes the man so lovable in the eyes of your friends and neighbors. Your husband owns a great sense of fashion, in his defense. If we’re talking 10-minute trips to the only supermarket available in town, where the man makes sure his hair is slicked back and the first few buttons of his blouse are undone, then yes, Jungkook might have hit the bull's eye. It’s noticeable on people’s faces no matter where his feet carry him. Take the red-haired divorcée across the street for example, whose skirts get shorter each time she comes out to get her mail. Or the head of the community garden every Saturday morning, who stoops a little lower each time she plucks another stock of radishes from her dirty, little yard.

Long story short, the man who got voted to grow the “reddest tomatoes the neighborhood has ever seen”, is considered one of the hottest men on the block. Not like it ends there when he carries his good attitude with him no matter the day. As a beloved one who drives off to the office no matter the rush he’s in, Jungkook makes sure to slow the speed down and send a sweet wave to the elderly couple at the end of the street. After business hours, he would find lost mail in his letterbox, wrong packages at his porch, and missing kittens hidden in the trimmed bushes of his backyard. Yes, great guess; Jungkook in formal attire makes sure they find their way back to the rightful owner before it turns dark out. A smile on his face that’s sweeter than the candied apples he gifted Kim Namjoon’s 7-year-old the other day.

Yes, Jeon Jungkook from number 09 is the neighborhood’s heartthrob.

What is there not to love about your beloved Jungkook?

Perhaps his despicable wife?

‘‘You might want to lose the attitude before she comes back.’’ It is the first thing your husband says that is directed towards you, breaking the tense silence like nails scraping against a chalkboard. There’s a large gap between the both of you on the rather firm sofa and the silence you grant him does little to calm either of you down. The two-seater isn’t a very broad piece of furniture on itself, though it seems bigger when each of you is seated at the opposite arms. Glued to them like teenagers who got into a fight in the lunch cafeteria in between classes. You watch Jungkook slump down his seat in the corner of your eye, an arm resting over the edge in a way that makes his Blancpain watch shimmer prettily around his thick wrist.

‘‘Attitude?’’ You end up asking, glossed lips pursed together.

‘‘You know what I’m talking about.’’ He says flatly. Jungkook sounds like he couldn’t bother any less, but truth be told, the tight pause in his defense betrays him. His eyes fall to your folded arms and travel lower down your bare, crossed legs after. ‘‘You look like you don’t want to be here at all.” The Versace dress he got you hugs your hips just the way it’s supposed to and rides higher up your thigh with every minor movement you proceed to make. Ruby red polyester clashes with the neutrals in the room and you definitely seem like you don’t belong in such a formal setting, but fuck, he would have you bent over Mrs. Kang’s desk with your dress hunched around your waist if he weren’t supposed to be an angry fuck right now.

You scoff at his foolish accusation. “Please, Jungkook,” a humorless chuckle dies down on your tongue when you can’t find it in you to fake it. “I was the one who had to beg you to clear your schedule for today’s appointment in the first place.”

“Then act like it. Don’t just sit here and sulk.” He bites like he had his response ready and set. Sharp eyes meet yours. “You’re acting like a child, pouting like it’s gonna get us anywhere. Seulgi is here to help us sort our shit out. At least let her do her damn job.”

Jungkook’s head slowly lolls to the back of the ivory-colored sofa when it’s off his chest, a puff of air leaving his lips like today’s session got him exhausted before it could even make its start. His eyes fall to a close as he pinches the bridge of his nose. The sight of it only makes the tight knot in your stomach grow and you can’t seem to tear your eyes off the heated man, a snarl on your lips you wish he’d notice.

“I told you, I want a second opinion.”

“And I told you, we’re not going through the hassle of finding another therapist when we got a fine one just under our nose.” Jungkook’s jaw tenses and he slumps down the sofa some more. “Give her time. She’s analyzing our relationship.”

His words trigger something inside you. They make you sit on the edge of your seat with heat rushing to your head, the Valentino Garavani mini bag falling off your lap and onto the cushions at the movement. “How much of an analysis does she need when we visit two times a week?” Your eyes fall on him. “Open your eyes, Kook. She always asks for my opinion and uses it against me a minute later. She is always on your side. We need a second opinion.”

“Just fucking drop it.” He mumbles to himself though he swears it’s for your own good. Also because the waiting area is only a door away and he doesn’t want to walk out of the heated office with judging eyes on him like last time. The walk of shame back to the car must have been the highlight of your visit. “I’m not gonna run around town and find you a straight, male therapist who’s blindly gonna agree with you the minute you flash him half a boob. Wasting our money like it’s nothing.”

Jungkook regrets saying that as soon as it’s out. He didn’t have to say that, he figures. Though when he’s met with silence and catches the roll of your eyes on his side, the pang of guilt disappears as soon as it came. You didn’t come here to argue here with him. Quite the opposite, considering your surroundings. Though it is getting hard to block that road when you aren’t one to bite your tongue either. “Of course you won’t. You love it when people suck on your dick.”

He should have seen that one coming. And he knows either one of you needs to stop barking back if you want to see any progress throughout your sessions with Mrs. Kang. Jungkook could be the bigger person if he wanted to be, but his egoism is rocket high. ‘‘Say that again?’’

You fall to the back of the sofa as well, mirroring him with your arms crossed tight against your chest. “Seulgi is sucking you dry and you’re eating it up.” You mutter with gritted teeth. “Always picking your side, always defending you…you’re loving it and you can’t get enough.”

Jungkook says nothing and just listens to your quiet, angry mumbles at first. To him, you’re almost whining the words out like it’s going to get you anywhere. And maybe it would if the circumstances would be any different. If you weren’t forced to kill time in an empty office waiting for your couple’s therapist to return with your preferred coffee and biscuits. Kang Seulgi knows the deal by now; you like your spiced chai latte and he likes his shot of espresso so bitter that it sits on his tongue for the rest of the session.

He continues to watch you. Examine you, in some way. The sound of your rambling drawing out the more he loses himself in his own world. Issues roll off your tongue like you’re reading them off a long, unending list, and he feels like you’ve argued about these same things over and over again. Too many times for him to keep his focus when your breasts are pressed together so prettily in that dress.

You’ve had it for a while, Jungkook then recalls. A couple of years at most, but he remembers the day he bought it for you like it was last week. Initially, you told him no; you didn’t need him to buy you a dress for a price so ridiculous. He could buy you an extra large salmon bagel for lunch and you’d be the happiest woman in the room, is what you tried to convince him of. Though your eyes glimmered with adoration the minute you entered the store and held the designer piece in your hands. Moments after swearing you only wanted to see it up close and get a good feel. He remembers loving that glimmer in your eyes.

He wanted to see it more often, so Jeon Jungkook got you that Versace dress like it was nothing. You yelled and shrieked at him through the entire checkout and earned some nasty glances from the saleswomen, but he didn’t mind. He could take a hit from you. If a simple swipe of his card meant he’d see that look more often, then yes, Jungkook was willing to sell his soul for you.

“Are you even listening?” He doesn’t notice the corners of his lips slipping up until you tug him out of his daze. The apples of his cheeks show as quick as they die down.

“Yeah,” Jungkook groans and sits up straight. “I hear you. You’re just not making any sense, babe.”

Jungkook often finds several ways to make you roll your eyes and tighten your jaw, though he rarely makes you fume with steam blowing out of your ears.

Today is one of the days where he makes you fume with steam. He can tell by the way you avoid his eye in the hopes you won’t go all feral on him. Or how your glossed lips pettily press together, the Dior Addict lip oil one step away in your lip-combo routine from cussing him out until your voice goes hoarse.

You huff quietly, clearly holding back. “How am I not making sense? You’re not listening to a word I say.”

“I listen. You just have a hard time understanding me.”

It’s a thing you guys do, the finger-point thing. And it is something you do a lot. It’s a thing where either of you hopes that the other backs up when you point for long enough. A healthy relationship doesn’t work like that, is what Seulgi told you during your last session. As if you didn’t already know. But old habits are hard to get rid of, and certainly when it comes to you two, where someone else has to lose in order to win.

You didn’t think of her words as useful and made sure to voice the complaints about your newly found couple’s therapist the entire ride back home. Jungkook, on the other hand, wasn’t so sure what to do with your critical feedback. The entire session, he was just waiting for Seulgi to hand him that step-by-step handbook to a successful marriage, which he hoped was attached to her clipboard. But he knew she wouldn’t have made it so easy for you even if she had it. Not with the amount of money he pays her per session. Because if we’re going to be honest, then no, Jungkook didn’t get Seulgi either. But he was willing to learn from her and understand her. Unlike you, who just sat there and might as well have filed and groomed your nails while you were at it.

Maybe you’re scared of whatever is yet to come, he ponders. Maybe you think you’re better off than whatever the future has planned out for you and Jungkook. He doesn’t know, and he can’t figure you out either.

‘‘I get it, okay?’’ He finally says, now at the edge of his seat as well. ‘‘It sucks to sit here and be confronted on issues that we can’t seem to work out ourselves, but we’re trying to crawl out of whatever hellhole this is. At least I am. Some cooperation would be appreciated.”

You don’t argue back as fast as he expects you to. ‘‘I’m trying, too.’’ You don’t stutter, you don’t fidget with your fingers and you sure as hell never break eye contact with the man. You never do when you defend yourself against your husband, and Jungkook has always admired how firm your feet are planted to the ground. Though when you’re wrong, then he’s the one who must be right. ‘‘She doesn’t fit our needs. Stick your head out of the sand and try to see what I see, Kook.’’

‘‘She doesn’t fit?’’ Jungkook’s brows pull together in frustration, defensively resting his palms on his inner thighs and causing his arms to crook. ‘‘What? Because we’re not a match or because you can’t stand it when you’re not winning?’’

‘‘What is this, the fucking Olympics?’’ You scowl, impulsively copying Jungkook’s defensive form. ‘‘I don’t need to win a damn thing. Look at where we got ourselves,’’ angry hands fly in the air and fall back down your lap with a loud slap. ‘‘We’re already losing with a therapist like her. You and I both.’’

‘‘You can’t just sit here and suck these theories out of your thumb, ___, we’re no kids no more. Stop acting like we know that woman,’’ Jungkook cries out, accusing finger-pointing your way. ‘‘You just can’t stand the fact that Seulgi is actually doing her damn job and isn’t blindly taking your side. Is it really that hard of a pill for you to swallow?’’

‘‘She’s blindly taking your side.’’ You spit back and your husband can only respond with a humorless chuckle, adding fuel to the fire. ‘‘The minute we step into this room, every fucking time, I’m painted as the clown. I’m the damn joke. Forced to listen to the way she’s putting you on a pedestal as she’s digging me deeper into the ground like there aren’t two sides of the story. Why is your first response telling me to shove it? You’re being a real asshole right now.’’

‘‘I never told you to shove it. Don’t put words in my mouth.’’ He attempts to say with a bit more composure but you can see the fire in his sharp eyes all the same way. Pierced lip curling in to hold himself back from saying all the wrong things. ‘‘I’m trying to be the rational one here.’’

‘‘Rational? You don’t need many words for it to be obvious.’’

‘‘Damn it, ___.’’ He curses and his fingers fall to rub at his temples, elbows digging into his thighs. You always got your word ready to spit back in his face. ‘‘Why don’t you just go home if you’re so unhappy? I’ll do this by myself if you’re really going to be this childish.’’

It feels like a slap in the face when his words work through, while it doesn’t sting and only seems to work you up with immense rage. Blood fast to rush to your head. You’re not sure what it is that’s keeping you from defending yourself. Knowing you, you’re not one to let accusations like these slide that easily, and neither is Jungkook. Maybe you expect him to apologize as far as your husband is able to. As long as his pride doesn’t tumble to the ground and shatters into pieces. You don’t know, maybe you expect him to at least take his word back while he looks you in the eye again.

It doesn’t surprise you when he doesn’t.

Jungkook’s head tilts when he hears the rumbling in your mini bag, watching your manicured hand dig through your belongings. ‘‘What are you looking for?’’

Your lips purse together again at the sound of his voice. ‘‘My phone,’’ you say shortly before you pull out the device. Long, almond-shaped stiletto’s tap against the screen and it is the only sound that’s creating much of a suspense. ‘‘To call a cab, I mean. You think I’m walking home in these heels?’’

‘‘Really?’’ he states more than he asks, sending him to the very edge. ‘‘You’re actually going home.’’

Your phone is already to your ear when you stand up from your spot on the sofa, Valentino Garavani falling in the crook of your arm as you straighten your dress. Heavy lidded eyes surf back to his dumbfounded state. ‘‘That’s what you told me to do?”

‘‘You know that’s not what I fucking wanted.’’ Jungkook scowls. ‘‘Seulgi’s gonna be back any minute now.’’

‘‘Good. Tell her I said hi.’’ And with those last bitter words slipping off your tongue, you leave him astonished in the luxury office with his hands reaching for his hair.

You’ve never been an easy one, Jungkook has been told by various people since the start of your relationship. But neither has he ever been a goody two shoes. Whether the both of you could handle each other, even after all these years of tough practice, might be a totally different story.

It was in college when Jungkook first realized he caught the most beautiful gem in the jeweler's inventory. Fresh into his first year as a finance major, entering his twenties and living life to the fullest in a brand new world that consisted of sex and alcoholic beverages to explore. Jungkook has always been a big dreamer, even back then. A real go-getter. One who used to scribble down achievable five-year plans at that marked page in his notebook, in that awful handwriting anybody could barely read. It was quite funny, considering you weren’t a part of the initial plan before you said yes to a single date with him. But when you finally became Jungkook’s girl to kiss, to fuck and to admire, he knew he could easily squeeze you in that plan. Jungkook wanted you for life. He knew so from the start. He was the one who dreamed of moving out of the city and into a large house in the beauties of suburbia, surrounded by a white picket fence, a little family and two guard dogs on the side. He wanted it all with you. You were his dream girl.

Jungkook was never one to shy away when it came to you. He was yours, and you were his. It was just the way it was supposed to be and everybody had the right to know. Jungkook was most proud to call you his when curious eyes easily swayed your way across campus. It happened every time you came to pick him up from class. Your perfectly pin-straight styled hair fell down your perfect face all the time, and the dark denim low waist jeans that stopped just beneath your pink, sparkling belly button piercing made anyone want to be with you, or be you. No in between. He loved how his hands fit so perfectly around your waist, on top of that_ Prada_ belt encircling your hips. But what he must have loved a little more, was how everyone’s eye shifted to the way he’d pull you chest against chest. He was all yours, and you were his. Everybody knew.

Seven years later, and things haven’t changed a bit.

Well, most of that.

The low waist jeans are replaced with the champagne-colored Celine dress which enhances your every curve, stopping mid-thigh. Jungkook is aware that each spouse, faithful or not, must have taken a second look your way. The rounding of your wine glass hides in your palm as the French Chardonnay in it sways back and forth with every minor hand movement you make. Eyes are on you. Subtle or not for whatever reason your neighbors might have to peek and mumble about, it doesn’t matter. Probably from every corner of Park Jimin’s pool party, too.

Even Jungkook can sense the air tighten around you when his large hand finds that familiar spot above the swell of your ass. This doesn’t feel like seven years ago, when you were mere college boyfriend and girlfriend, smothered all over each other like your time together was limited. The tension is here and fairly obvious.

“What are you guys chit chatting about?” He interjects your conversation with Kim Joohyun anyway. Kim Namjoon’s wife: the lady down the street you claimed to never really like. Something about her being too merry, and her collection of flowery sun hats you can’t bear to look at. Jungkook figures he does you a favor, but you don’t spare him a second glance even when his chest nearly bumps flat to your back. Which probably still has something to do with the incident back at Seulgi’s office.

“You, actually.” You say, a click on your tongue.

Jungkook grins cutely, dimples appear at the sound of it while his hand rubs in small circles at your back. “Oh? Good things only, I hope.”

‘‘___ was just telling me about your upcoming trip!’’ Joohyun shrieks, no ill intentions behind that wide, toothy smile of hers. You don’t even blame her for not noticing how Jungkook stills on your side. ‘‘Gotta say you have me jealous, Jungkook. A trip during this time of the year? Sounds lovely.’’

‘‘Well… not sure how jealous you should be. It’s just business,’’ he heaves a breathy chuckle as he pulls you closer to his side, the tugs at his lips awfully forced in front of your neighbor. ‘‘But you knew that,’’ Jungkook nudges your side even though you don’t put in the effort to lock eyes, so he just watches your face crumble. ‘‘You didn’t mention that?’’

Your brows pull together in question. ‘‘Why would I?’’ You ask as you’re fast to focus your attention back to Joohyun, thumb pointing his way for emphasis. ‘‘He’ll be gone for almost two months on a Caribbean cruise. Isn’t that enough to be jealous of?’’

Joohyun cackles along to your bitter chuckles, the wine in her glass nearly tipping over. ‘‘You had me at Caribbean.’’

‘‘It’s not a vacation.’’ Jungkook quickly defends himself, interrupting the laughter. ‘‘It’ll be less fun when I’m going to be stuck in conference rooms all day. Believe me, it’s really not that big of a deal.’’

You swirl your glass in your hand, teeth digging into your lower lip. The feel of his fingertips at your hipbone now becomes more prominent. ‘‘You only cared to inform me last week, so I’m sure it’s no biggie.’’ You say, voice laced with irony. ‘‘He’s leaving in two weeks, by the way.’’

It’s true. Jungkook didn’t care to mention a thing about the business trip until a week ago. On a random Thursday night with Chinese take-out served on the table and a glass of red wine on the side. You’ve never been upset over any of his trips in the past, so when you stared back at the flabbergasted man with pulled brows, chow mein stuffing your cheeks as another episode of Ugly Betty blared in the background, it came as a surprise. Why, he asked you, why is it so hard to keep you happy? And the question threw you off the edge, snapping something inside you didn’t know you were keeping in. A trip that would last nearly two months had to be planned in advance. Longer than a total of three weeks, that is. Jungkook must have known he’d be gone for a long time, and he didn’t even care to inform his wife.

Jungkook apologized the moment he saw the confusion shift into anger. Though the apology was rushed and spurted out in the heat of the moment. Maybe he did it because he didn’t want any wine stains spilling your loveseat with the way you gripped onto the glass so tight. Or maybe because he realized he wasn’t the owner of a newborn pup, a last-minute search up his sleeve for a sitter during his two-month cruise vacay.

It was probably the former.

Even Kim Joohyun in her tipsy state takes note of the tight air around your throat. She smiles a little and takes another sip of her Chardonnay as if she isn’t being obvious. ‘‘More wine, babe?’’ You turn to Jungkook. His glass is still half full when you take it from his grip, pushing past his shoulder.

A pout plays on Joohyun’s lips as Jungkook’s gaze stays on you until you’re out of sight. Sad eyes trying to meet Jungkook’s as he watches you disappear into the crowd. ‘‘She’s a lady. She’ll come around.’’ She cutely tries to reassure him, a light slap to his bicep with the back of her hand. ‘‘It’ll be over by the time you all reach 30. Trust me, Joon knows all about my shenanigans by now.’’

Jungkook fakes a laugh but it doesn’t reach his eyes the same way. But that’s you, he thinks to himself. He knows it’s supposed to be a lighthearted, innocent joke, but Joohyun and Namjoon are only a couple years older than you two are, not even close to reaching their mid-30s. And ever since Jungkook moved into the neighborhood and has known his friends for, he’s seen the way they have never encountered a genuine threat to their relationship. Maybe you won’t ever come around, maybe Jungkook won’t either.

Nonetheless, he shrugs. ‘‘Probably.’’

‘‘Most likely.’’ She carries on, apparently determined to lighten up the mood. ‘‘Isn’t that what Seulgi is there for?’’

Joohyun’s words spill off her lips before she gives herself the chance to comprehend them, not even waiting for an actual answer before she brings her glass back to her lips, painting yet another spot at the rim a bright, cherry red.

Rule 101 to a successful neighborhood-friendly party: don’t bring therapists into the conversation. Avoid at all costs!

It catches Jungkook’s attention as if alarm bells are going off. Wide eyes and usually perfect brows are suddenly a little less sharp than they were a minute ago. Kim Joohyun knows about the sessions with your couple’s therapist? Have you been going around town, casually rolling the topic into the conversation with a bunch of neighbors? Jungkook isn’t sure why he can feel his heart sink to the pit of his stomach at the thought of it, at the mere assumption. Maybe because this is something between you and him. Something so personal, so intimate and so damn private. There shouldn’t be a reason for you to allow people to dig their noses into your business. To put it out in the open without talking to him first.

‘‘___ told you about Seulgi?’’

Jungkook finds it in him to stay calm. Though curiosity gets the better of him when it becomes obvious in his voice. Joohyun stands tall on both of her feet when she hears it, lips parting into a slight O. ‘‘Oh well, I mean, yeah. We’re girl friends.’’ She casually says, and it makes him wonder how deep into detail you went with the woman. When she catches him clenching his jaw, her eyes grow big. ‘‘I’m sorry, this is so inappropriate. The last thing I wanted to do was pry!’’

Kim Joohyun is the neighborhood’s sweetheart, Jungkook knows she’s already drowning herself in guilt with only a single glance his way. This is not about her. And let it be a coincidence or not, but he has mastered his poker face ever since his first years in college. Seems like the skill came in handy after all. ‘‘Don’t be sorry, what have _you _done?’’ That is all he can manage to say for now. A silly, shammed smile on his lips though he doesn’t even wait for an answer.

You, on the other hand… you’re nothing like Kim Joohyun.

A heat of adrenaline rushes through him, and he swears it is not the wine that has gone through his system. No, it can’t be, because his mouth has gone dry while the Chardonnay Park Jimin poured him earlier had some sort of sweet aftertaste. It was one of the sweetest white wines he owned, is what the blonde man gushed about.

Without any other thought hazing his mind any further, Jungkook politely excuses himself to fetch off and find you. Like a hawk, he bumps shoulders with a couple strangers as he tries to scan the large backyard, until his eyes land on you. Seated at the pool chair by the water with the sun in your face, bare legs stretched and crossed as your Givenchy sunglasses sit on the tip of your nose. The two wine glasses from earlier are forgotten and disregarded at your side table. You seem disinterested in the ongoing party at your side, not really one to mingle with strangers in the dirty pool water. You’re not a shy woman, and Jungkook has always admired that about you. It’s just that you don’t always fit in with the rest of the neighborhood. But not once since you moved to the suburbs did you mind. Instead, it almost seems like you’re glad.

‘‘You’re blocking my sun, Kook.’’ You say as if it isn’t obvious when Jungkook comes to stand at the end of the chair, by your feet. Your glasses are tipped to the tip of your nose as you lock eyes with him.

‘‘My bad.’’ He grins cutely before sitting down at the edge, fully taking you in when your middle finger pushes the tinted glasses back to your bridge as you make yourself comfortable again. ‘‘Are you enjoying yourself, babe?’’ Jungkook questions sweetly, tatted hand reaching out to cup your inner thigh, thumb rubbing small, soothing circles over the soft skin.

“It’s okay.”

He hums. “Mhm, I can see that.” Gentle fingers drag across your hot skin but you don’t pay him much mind. There is no need for much eye contact when you’re closing your eyes and leaning back into your chair, hands intertwining on top of your stomach. He can tell you’re still upset about earlier, when Jungkook ignored your worries and encouraged you to leave Seulgi’s session. And yes, maybe he shouldn’t have done that. He is aware that maybe he had gone a little too far when he just let you walk out of there without sitting you down and letting you say your thing. Though you and him both know he wouldn’t push your buttons after pulling a stunt like that. ‘‘Look at me, love.’’ He says with a tight line of his lips. You broke a piece of his trust the moment you laid your relationship bare before a woman you barely know, and God knows who else you might have told.

You do as he tells you, but mainly because the pet name sits so strange on his tongue. Like there is a bite to it. And for some strange reason, the confused look on your beautiful face irks the fuck out of him. As if you never feared he’d find out you told some neighbor about something so personal. Like he wouldn’t get upset.

‘‘Care to tell me when you got so tight with Kim Joohyun?’’

You frown, lips pursing together. ‘‘Joohyun?’’

Jungkook wants to give you another bit to process the question, but you made him an impatient man. It’s a simple query, he thinks, and there is no need for him to elaborate any further. Though you seem on the slower side today, eyes half lidded through the dark brown lenses of your glasses, like you’re done with his bullshit for the week.

‘‘You know,’’ he pushes, nodding along. ‘‘When you had no issue letting her know the ins and outs of our relationship like you’re pulling off some Vogue interview type of shit.’’

‘‘Jungkook, what are you even saying?’’

‘‘The therapy, ___. The sessions, Seulgi—all of that shit.’’ He hisses, voice lowering even though the edge to it is just as sharp. ‘‘Why would you tell her?’’

It takes a moment before he watches the realization sink in. Jungkook’s eyes bore into yours and threatening flames swim in them, restlessly waiting for your word against his with his lips curled inwards and brows pulled together. You owlishly blink at him, stumbling on whatever you’re about to say next when he is looking at you like that, holding you under that microscope he’s had you on for years. Though it feels like it’s the first time he’s actually paying attention. At least now, after a long fucking time.

Jungkook is not one to easily feel small due to anyone’s actions, let it be his own mother and he wouldn’t dare to let his guard down. He is a true businessman at heart. At one point in his career, forceful assertiveness was an important skill that had to be drawn into his system in some way or another. Whether that’s considered a good quality or not, to Jeon Jungkook, financial manager of four years by now, it has always been reality.

‘‘You’re upset I told Joohyun about the therapy?’’ Qualities, skills and class. All of that thrown out of the window with a single look at those big, astonished eyes.

He returns them, all the same way. ‘‘Of course I’m gonna be upset. I mean, Kim Joohyun?’’ Jungkook scoffs loudly, having trouble keeping his voice down. ‘‘This is our fucking shit, ___. It’s none of her damn business.’’

His rage is working you up as you catch a couple heads eagerly turning your way. Negative attention is still attention, some say. ‘‘Can you keep your voice down? The whole neighborhood is here.’’

Here’s one thing: Jungkook can’t give a damn about any of them now. The chatter and mingles are done for, he’s over it today. It messes with his head; the fact that the first words that came from you weren’t a set of haste apologies. Call him self-centered, he doesn’t care. It’s all he intends to hear. ‘‘You should’ve discussed this with me before you went out to talk about our personal shit with others.’’ He lowers his voice anyway.

‘‘Discuss?’’ You ask quickly. “This is not some business ordeal, Jungkook. Am I not allowed to vent to someone?’’

‘‘I’m here. Right under your nose.’’ Jungkook argues, an angry finger digging into his chest. ‘‘Why won’t you vent to me? Why would you turn to people you barely know when you’ve got me?’’

‘‘You?’’ A humorless chuckle escapes you before you can hold onto the irony. ‘‘Sure, I’ve got you. For two full weeks before you leave for that damn trip–isn’t that a luxury? My relationship is going to shit and I don’t have a single friend in this town who would want to hear me out. But thank God I got you, the one who sends his wife home mid-therapy sessions.’’

Jungkook painfully pinches his brows together as he shoots daggers through your shades. ‘‘It doesn’t matter the circumstances, ___. You don’t just casually discuss that shit with people. It isn’t something to be fucking proud of.’’

You take the glasses off to get a better look at him. ‘‘You’re not actually upset, are you?” You ask, head tilting and gaze clouding. ‘‘God, it’s beyond me how much you care about these people’s opinions. It was just a harmless neighbor-to-neighbor talk with some woman down the street. What are you afraid is gonna happen next? Them throwing us off the Saturday night mini-golf game?’’

Irony. You’re a master at it, but Jungkook doesn’t seem amused by your humor. ‘‘You know what? Tell whoever the fuck you want.’’ He stands up from his seat. ‘‘If you’re unable to see the issue at hand then maybe you’re not even worth my damn time. Figure this shit out yourself, ___.’’

And with so much, Jungkook slips away in between bodies of people you don’t know. It leaves you unhinged in your seat, the sun gracefully falling down your skin again like you’re supposed to be enjoying it. Your head runs blank when you repeat the conversation, running around in circles when you recall all of the finger-pointing. All the looks of revulsion.

You’re not one to really care about other people’s opinions. You’ve never been and never will be, you swear. People will gossip about anyone to spice up their own lives anyway. There's the unemployed wife from number 09 who walks around town in designer mini-skirts with a diamond at her ring finger bigger than her own head. She’ll undoubtedly be a broad topic with many chapters for many. You let them talk. You don’t care. There is no point in caring what those low lives say about you. The grass on the other side of the white picket fence isn’t any brighter.

So when Kim Joohyun subtly warmed you up to the topic of unstable marriages, you saw no point in lying to her and telling her you couldn’t be happier. That you’re on cloud nine and that Jungkook is the type of partner you always dreamed of, that you are his ideal partner he’s been dreaming of. Because he isn’t, and neither are you. Yes, your marriage is going to shit and you’re trying to fix it. So what if the entire neighborhood knows? You might as well give those nosy Suburbans a reliable source to gossip from.

Jungkook has always cared. You know he has. Your husband cares about the way he’s perceived by strangers; you’ve seen it as long as you’ve known him. He’s never shy to show off the gold-coated jewelry that hangs off your neck, or the overpriced three-piece suits he’ll wear long after office hours. Of course Jungkook would go feral, you then realize. Jeon Jungkook is a flawless soul. God forbid he is dealing with an unhappy wife at home and a couple’s therapist to place the cherry on top.

The door softly thuds behind you as you get home, the loud keychains announcing your return to the big house instead of a sweetened hello. You catch the back of Jungkook’s head immediately, facing you as he’s seated at the dining table. The change in his clothes stands out. The laid-back blouse he wore at the pool party is replaced with a more formal, striped button-up with neutral colors and you wonder why he’d change into it if he’s working from home, where no one would see him. The brightness of his laptop screen hits his face and it makes you realize how fast the sun had set since he stormed off earlier. He must have been working ever since he came in.

You don’t care to take your heels off as you approach him, wanting him to hear the slow steps you take instead. ‘‘Would it really hurt Park Jimin if he offered his guests some snacks? It’s a pool party for God’s sake; people shouldn’t swim on an empty stomach,’’ you whine, making your way over.

‘‘You’re home late,’’ Jungkook mumbles, teeth grinding at your presence. His eyes are set on his laptop screen, a bunch of numbers you don’t care about filling his file.

‘‘I didn’t think it’d hurt if I stayed out a little longer.’’ You hum cutely. Hands come to rest on his broad shoulders before you gently start kneading the tense muscles. You watch from behind as his head tilts a little, not yet sparing you a glance and letting go of the cold shoulder but relaxing into the feel instead. “You and I could spend some time apart after that conversation we had, no?”  

Your lips move to the shell of his ear just to accentuate the words even more. And instantly, it catches his attention. The fact that you’re addressing the issue at hand does wonders for him. Does this mean you’re ready to face the consequences of your actions and apologize like a grown adult? Jungkook’s fingers hover above his keyboard but come to a complete stop when he feels the wet kisses beneath his earlobe, traveling all the way down his jaw. Your fingers fumble to unbutton his blouse, manicured stilettos making the process even slower. And as fast as he fooled himself to believe you’d follow up to face your consequences, the quicker he averts his attention back to his file.

Your lips move to the shell of his ear just to accentuate the words even more. And instantly, it catches his attention. The fact that you’re addressing the issue at hand does wonders for him. Does this mean you’re ready to face the consequences of your actions and apologize like a grown adult? Jungkook’s fingers hover above his keyboard but come to a complete stop when he feels the wet kisses beneath his earlobe, traveling all the way down his jaw. Your fingers fumble to unbutton his blouse, manicured stilettos making the process even slower. And as fast as he fooled himself to believe you’d follow up to face your consequences, the quicker he averts his attention back to his file.

Sighing, he speaks. “Whatever you’re trying to do right now, it’s not working.”

You pissed him off. That much did you understand when he stormed off Park Jimin’s backyard and didn’t return to make any more small talk with any of your neighbors. That perfect, white-toothed smile gone and hidden in the safety of your four walls, where he didn’t give himself the time to unwind and went to work behind his laptop straight away. You know his ways by now. Jungkook is a workaholic, that much isn’t a secret. It’s a Sunday afternoon with bits and pieces of sunlight on every corner of the neighborhood, but Jeon Jungkook would rather spark an argument with his wife and work his ass off to distract himself after.

“Hm, what is it that I’m I trying to do?” You’re provoking him, hands traveling down south beneath the thin fabric of his unbuttoned blouse while you continue to leave sweet kisses at his jaw. Quietly, you move on to deeper spots of his silky, thick neck. A cute bite here and there. “I’m not doing anything.” Your nails gently scrape against his chest in need for attention and you know it’s working despite all his efforts to remain calm. You can feel the slightest hitch of a breath with the way your palms are pressed against him. He is holding back because he’s angry, but not on your watch.

“Cut it, ___.” Jungkook snaps even though you know you nearly got him hooked around your finger. No matter how many years you’ve known the man for, he is only a man. They’re the easy kind. “I’m working.”

“On the weekend? Don’t act so fussy babe,” You circle his chair, lingering fingers in the back of his neck with a big pout on your glossed lips. You lean against the edge of the table, ass planted next to his laptop. “You used to fuck me on and off business hours all the time. What changed?”

Jungkook leans back in his chair with a loud exhale through his nose. You’re playing a silly game and he can be just as witty. His hands intertwine and his head tilts as he locks a cold eye with you. The smug curve of your lips tells him everything he needs to know. A sharp brow rises. The familiar, cocky attitude telling you to continue your little act. Continue it and see what happens, is what he tells you.

You move on command, closing his laptop with a soft thud before you impatiently shove it to the side. Jungkook watches your every move like a hawk and you wouldn’t dare to break eye contact; you wouldn't lose to him. Straddling the man with a bare leg on either side of him, you make sure you’re seated just right as your heat hovers above his already growing bulge. He whines a little at the feel of it, ever so soft like he doesn’t want to give into you. “You used to hold me, just like this,” you whimper, ushering his large hands to sit at your hips where they tighten their grip, one of them quick to move to the swell of your ass and grab a handful. “You’d tease me, play with me,” another roll of your clothed heat against his sends a wave of relief through him. It’s slow, addicting. “You used to want me all the time.”

“I still want you.” Jungkook is fast to object. Eyes flickering down to the plumpness of your tinted lips and you waste no time in shutting him up when he does so. Your lips clash together like it’s second nature, perfectly in sync from the get-go like it is always that easy between you. Teeth clash and tongues dance like you’re desperate. You don’t stop until a tattooed hand reaches through your hair, gently make shifting your locks into a ponytail until he tightens his grip. Prying you away with a little more force than he‘s shown earlier. “But you fucking piss me off baby,”

He has you in his lock, gripping tighter onto the ponytail until you look down on him and that smug smile is wiped off your lips. “Do I?” You ask dumbly. You know you do. He knows you know.

“You do, but you don’t give a fuck, do you?” He questions with a closed-lipped smile. Jungkook’s free hand moves to hike your dress higher up your ass until it sits completely bare on top of him, one less layer until he can feel you. With the fresh air that is roaming through the house, you’re not given enough time to adjust to the new feeling against your bare skin when he spanks you once. Soothing the skin with a little graze after. “You think sex makes me forget about the way you can’t shut that tight little mouth? Hm? Always gotta complain about something.” Another spank. Through it all, you remain eye contact as you watch the fire swim through his gaze. “Not to me, though. To your little friends around the neighborhood, right?”

“No.”

“Hm, what was that?” He heard you, though he hums anyway.

“Just Joohyun.” You whimper in his grip, stopping yourself from rolling your hips into his when he grabs a handful of your flesh. “I only told Kim Joohyun from number 05. She doesn’t fucking care about you or me. Nobody fucking cares about us.”

His grip on your hair only tightens as you spew the words out, a delicious sting at your scalp. “Aren’t you sorry, baby?” He whispers with a sharp edge to it, spitting the words out like he doesn’t need an answer from you. Like he already knows the answer. “I’d be fucking sorry if I were you, because I’m yours. And you’re mine.” His lips press together, sharp eyes burning into yours. “And whatever the fuck is mine, I keep to myself. Don’t you think that’s rational?”

You nod, but it isn’t enough for him. “C’mon, babe. You were talking so much shit earlier, you can give me more than that.” He says.

“Yes, Kook. You’re right.” You whine out loud, “I’m sorry.”

Jungkook tilts his head cutely, intently peering back at you. “Sorry, for?”

“For talking shit about everything. The sessions, the therapy. I should’ve understood this is something between you and me.”

A smug smile paints his lips, seemingly pleased with your answer as he loosens his grip at your hair. “That’s my girl. Was that so hard now?” He asks sweetly, eyes softening and fingers continuing to travel through your locks, gently massaging your scalp with his fingertips. Enjoying the way you relax into his touch. “Go lay on that table and spread those legs for me.”

You shoot him a look even though the state between your legs worsens, pausing. “Jungkook, we eat at that table.”

“I told you to get on there, didn’t I?”

He doesn’t need to tell you twice when he’s looking at you like that. Those dark, hazy and impatient eyes seem to bore into your skull until you do what he asks. The petty attitude you carried with pride is now long gone, lost in the heat of the moment as you climb onto the dining table before him, like a five-star buffet. Heels dig into the stool in between his legs and thighs clamp together as you lean back to observe him, testing to see how much longer you can push his buttons. He knows you’re trying to work him up because you’re great at it. He gave you seven years to master all your troublesome ways on him.

The corners of your mouth curl up to a sly and mischievous smile as your teeth dig into your lower lip. ‘‘You wanna play, baby?’’ Jungkook challenges, noticing the look you give him. He rises from his seat until he hovers over you with his broad shoulders. With your knees stay put against his chest, he quietly watches how you get down to lay your back flat against the table the closer he comes. Just the way he told you to. ‘‘Let’s play then,’’ he murmurs, his hands sliding up your bare legs, pausing at your thighs and gently tearing them apart until you’re spread out to his liking. Your breath hitches in your throat, back already curving off the surface of the table when Jungkook’s thumb grazes soft circles over your panties. The black-laced thong does little to block the sensation. He sighs heavily, breath fainting in the crook of your neck while his free arm supports his weight next to your head.

‘‘I don’t even know if you deserve to be fucked good.’’ Jungkook groans into your neck. There is no way he doesn’t feel the wet spot on your panties, not when his fingertips continue to feel you up and dig a little at where your hole is covered up. ‘‘What if I just,’’ he slips your thong aside, ‘‘…fucked this soaked pussy with my fingers, hm?’’

You can’t stop the whimper that leaves you when his thick middle finger teases a long strike down your folds. ‘‘Please, Jungkook.’’ You cry, nails scraping at his nape. ‘‘I want you.’’ Jungkook never fails you when it comes to sex. He knows your body like the back of his hand and no matter how shaky the ground underneath your feet might be, Jungkook will always be a passionate lover underneath the sheets. Some days, it might be all you can hold on to.

‘‘Yeah? You want so much, baby.’’ He continues to trail messy kisses down your throat, traveling lower until he reaches your hardened nipples. His free hand flicks it twice before he takes the sensitive bud in between his lips and starts sucking with no shame, teeth grazing with a slight sting. ‘‘And I give it all to you like an idiot, even when you don’t deserve it. What makes you think you deserve to feel good?’’

‘‘I apologized, Kook.’’ You defend yourself, heat pooling in your lower belly when his lips sink lower. Tasting every inch of you until he stops just above your begging heat. ‘‘Please, baby, right now I just… need you.’’

A low hum leaves him as if telling you he understands. With a single, last kiss does he finish off, hands sweetly running over your thighs like he’s thinking. “Let’s compromise.’’ He then says, looking up at you. “I’m eating this sweet pussy, but you don’t cum unless I tell you so.” He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “Clear?’’

You nod eagerly. “I can do that.’’

He only strikes you with a satisfied smile before he averts his focus. Large hands curl around the back of your thighs to keep you in place and the excitement rushes through you merely at the feeling. Your pussy is pulsing beneath him only at the thought of having him so close to you and it pushes his ego. “And I wanna hear you, sweetheart. Understand me?’’

“Yes, Kook,’’ you wail, feeling the impatience tug at you.

A desperate whimper cut short leaves your pretty lips when he pushes your panties aside again, this time until he’s able to fully expose your bare heat. You’re sensitive and a little swollen beneath him, eagerly awaiting his touch. That, or his lovemaking. He doesn’t know which one it is, but he is convinced it doesn’t matter. When he gets to watch you like this, so needy for his touch and desperate for his attention, then ultimately, Jungkook feels like he has won.

Yes, Jeon Jungkook needs to win petty games because it’s obvious you don’t need him like you used to. Some days you barely talk to each other, and others, you don’t even see each other. You fetch for yourself and so does your husband. No issue, he often tells his friends when they ask about your relationship and its rocky road. Part of life, it’s gonna cool off, is what he says. Though when he’s got you beneath him like this, moaning and whining his name in utter desperation, then yes, he remembers what it is like to be wanted by you. And yes, he needs to win that game.

“Always so perfect for me,’’ he mumbles more to himself than to you as he spreads your lips apart with two thick fingers. Blowing cool air directly on your drenched cunt, curious to see how sensitive you really are. And to say he’s pleased when he watches you flinch away with that cute little gasp coming from your throat, is an understatement. “Have you touched yourself since the last time I fucked you, baby?’’

He knows he has. Jungkook has thought of you in the shower, a door away from where you were sound asleep. Or on the downstairs sofa, the night you were out with a couple women down the block. And most embarrassingly of all, locked in one of the bathroom stalls at the office, when you were too angry over his late hours to give him a call back. He watches your face distort, trying to read whatever it is he expects you to say. “Be honest with me, there is no wrong answer.’’ He mellows, a single finger continuing to stroke your folds ever so gently.

“Yes…’’

He hums. “Yes, what?’’

“Yes, I touched myself since you last fucked me.’’

It’s been a long week since he last fucked you. Your husband had been busy preparing for his upcoming business trip, while you were upset with him for prioritizing work over your marriage. Both of you were angry with each other. Though, despite the high tensions, neither of you was willing to break the standoff by dropping your cold shoulder and making the first move. Until now. “What did you think of when you were touching yourself?’’ He asks you quietly, tip of his tongue slipping out to lick a bold stripe at your wet folds. “Was it my mouth?’’ It’s a gentle move at first, though Jungkook grows more focused on the sensitive bud of your clit when your little whines increase. Taking it in his mouth and sucking on it just to hear you stumble beneath him.

“Yes, I was thinking about your mouth on me,’’ you’re out of breath when you finally speak and Jungkook snickers into your heat at the fragile state he’s got you in. “Also your fingers, Kook.’’

“What about them?’’ He breaks free from your lips, thumb back at your clit and rubbing in sweet circles before you can comprehend it. “You imagined me fucking you with my fingers?’’ His other hand reaches down to play a little at your hole, teasing as a string of wetness attaches to his finger.

“Yes, Kook, please.’’ You groan out loud, ‘’I need you to fuck me.’’

His mouth is back on you as soon as the words come out. Little pools of saliva drip from his lip and fall onto your cunt until you’re a mess beneath him, rolling your hips into his face and growing desperate for some sort of release. Jungkook hums sternly with the bud in between his soft lips as a warning, the sensation of it pushing you even more off the edge. “You wanna be fucked, baby?’’ He asks you like it isn’t obvious in the way your face seems to glow with delight, eyes shut so tight and lips so pursed you might explode. “What is it? Your own fingers didn’t satisfy you?’’

A thick finger enters your slick fold just as his words get through. Curling inside your tight walls as his tongue flicks to make a return. “Need yours,’’ you cry, his tongue making circular motions onto your clit for as long as he feels you tighten around him, encouraging him to fasten the pace and make you cry on his tongue. “Yours always make me feel better.’’

“Hm, yeah?’’ He buzzes, eating your needy whines up. ‘’Pretty baby can’t make herself feel good so she needs me to do the job for her?’’ Your moans are like music to his ears, adding another finger to your tight warmth and fucking in and out of you until your moans aren’t recognizable anymore.

He pumps in and out of your warmth until you’re squirming beneath him, until he is satisfied with the sounds your cunt makes for him. Wetness coating his fingers as proof he is the only one out there who makes you feel this good. The only one who gets you to roll your eyes to the back of your head in absolute bliss. It sparks his ego, alright. Jungkook can’t stop the smile from spreading onto his lips when you grip his wrist tightly, holding onto him because his pace sends you to your high a little too quickly. He curls his fingers inside you once more, rubbing your sweet walls to remind you how much you need him to be yours.

“Jungkook, I’m gonna cum.’’ There is a layer of desperation he hasn’t heard in a while, and fuck, it is an addicting sound coming from you.

Jungkook’s tongue clicks at the roof of his mouth, tsking loudly. “We had a deal, baby. Want to remind me what we agreed on?’’ His fingers reach deeper into your pussy and he rolls his tongue more passionately onto your clit, his hot breath fanning over your skin as you try to run back on it. “Remind me, ___.’’

The stern tone throws you off guard and you might be imagining things, but you swear he fucks you a little harder the longer you stay quiet. “I can’t cum without your permission.’’

“See who listens if she tries a little?’’ He throws in a wink just to get to you, ‘’So we’re gonna be patient, aren’t we? You told me you could do it, ___. ’’

There it was. That sweet tone of his that always drives you off the edge. His eyes tease when they meet yours, something challenging gleaming in them as if he’s already won your little game. And with the way you squill when he rewards you with a particularly harsh suck at your sensitive clit, he might be closer to crossing the finishing line than you are. He knows that, too. Feels it in the way you fumble as you lay there, in the way your pussy clenches around his thick fingers.

“I can,” you defend yourself, although it doesn’t sound convincing. Not when you’re so out of breath.

Jungkook snickers at you like he’s amused. He finds it endearing how you’re trying so hard to remain calm underneath him. You’re so stubborn, so sure of yourself like he hasn’t known you for almost a decade. Like he hasn’t been given ten years to explore you, to know you from the inside out. And whether you forgot about it or not, there was a time when Jungkook read through you and you loved it. There was a time when you were his, and he was yours. A time when you wore that diamond around your finger with pride.

“Gonna miss this sweet pussy when I’m gone.” He’s talking about his trip. But you don’t want to hear about it, and he knows. He sees it in the way your face crumbles and the sighs of pleasure turn into ones of distress. Jungkook reaches up to you, two fingers still buried to the hilt until he hovers above you. The warmth radiating off his chest is addictive no matter how many times you’d deny it. He locks your lips with his in a swift motion, dancing together like you weren’t shooting lasers at each other earlier today. A lewd moan leaves you when he bites down your bottom lip, the sensational sting holding on to it even when his teeth let go. “Are you gonna miss me?”

I miss you every day, is what lies at the tip of your tongue. Though you realize it sounds a bit too sentimental for the current state of your relationship you find yourselves in. So you opt to respond with beats of silence instead. You figure it wouldn’t complicate things. It breaks his heart a little when his answer is filled with only the sound of his fingers pumping in and out your pussy, but he knows he isn’t one to dwell. “I’ll bring you something pretty back.’’

You figured he would bring something exquisite back with him. It is just the way he does things. Always bringing something pretty back home and never returning from his trips empty-handed. Jimmy Choo high heels, Prada mini handbags, you name it—he has a knack for finding you the most coveted items. Though right now, you don’t care about any of that. All you want is him, there is no need to offer much else. The thought of his embrace, the way his touch sets your body on fire, it was once enough to fill you with a longing. A craving only he can satisfy. Not some luxury item he’s pulling off his sleeve.

You hold Jungkook’s cheeks to draw him nearer, at a loss for words. You haven’t gotten much to tell him, after all. His warm breath grazes your lips and you’re sure he feels the same thing, eyes flickering from your dark gaze, back to your lips as his fingers slow down. “Jungkook,” you whimper, shivers sending down your spine when he rubs your walls so deliciously slowly. “Make me cum, please.” You beg, silenced by the way his lips meet yours in a fiery, passionate kiss that leaves you a little breathless. He tastes like white wine and sweets, the flavors melting on your tongue in a sensual tango as your fingers run through his perfect locks, pulling him closer as your breaths become ragged.

“You want me, baby?” His lips are swollen when he breaks free, needing confirmation. He hates that he can’t go without.

“So bad,” you tell him, nails sweetly scraping at his jaw when his fingers are buried deep to the knuckles. “Want to cum on your fingers.”

It’s all he needed to hear to be satisfied, the smug smile on his lips dying to make an appearance when you whimper beneath him like you do. “Come for me, princess.” He orders sweetly, a toothy grin lingering as his hot breath falls down your face. “Make me a mess on my fingers.”

You comply gracefully, without needing him to ask twice. As a wave of pleasure pulses through your body, the knot in your lower abdomen unravels, causing your back to arch off the table and your thighs to clamp together until Jungkook’s torso blocks them from doing so. He watches intently, observing the way your jaw drops and your lips part ever so slightly, noticing the crease that form between your eyebrows as your eyes squeeze shut. He wants to preserve this image, to savor it in the recesses of his mind, even when he’s halfway across the world and separated from you.

Your breathing slows down until you come down from your high. Jungkook’s fingers gently slip out of your cunt before they cup your warmth one last time, sweetly spreading your wetness over your folds until he’s satisfied enough and you can’t seem to take any more of his touch, even if they are minor and gentle. You make a deliberate effort to avoid eye contact with him, even though he seems to be pleading with his gaze. He keeps his eye fixed on the side of your face as you drift off, the weight of your breaths gradually easing until the tension between you suddenly tightens. His chest above you becomes a little less warm, and you become a little more cold. Some sort of emptiness arises, both of you can feel it.

Moments ago, you couldn’t even tell him you’d miss him in return. And despite the fact that you might not miss him back, he would much rather have you spew out that little white lie in the heat of the moment than have you stay silent the way you did. It would spare his feelings a little, he wouldn’t mind. But even after your glow died down and the initial rush subsided, you couldn’t even meet his gaze. You know your relationship is, and has never been solely based on sex; that much was evident from the beginning. So why are you acting as if it is?

“You don’t gotta.’’ He says simply, not wanting to elaborate much further as the issue at hand becomes more apparent, becoming clear to him. However, for you, he doesn’t have a clue what is going through your mind. But for him, the problem nags at him to the point where he can’t find it in him to come up with a solution. Where he doesn’t necessarily want to find one.

You stare back at him with big, puzzled eyes. “I don’t mind.’’ You shrug, hands falling limp on your sides. “Do you?’’

You observe as Jungkook’s lips purse together and his eyes start to wander around the room as if looking for something fascinating. He shifts his weight to one leg as his hands slide into his pockets. “Yeah,’’ he mumbles in a low voice with a frown, no indication of humor on his face.

You wait for him to provide an explanation. Maybe he’s simply worn from today’s events and wants to head to bed early. To go upstairs and take a long, hot shower after he worked his ass off behind that screen. It was only last week when Seulgi brought the topic of sex to the table, at first suggesting you’d attempt to see each other more often during the day. Maybe go out for lunch together during his breaks, or have breakfast together before he takes off.

No way, Jungkook told her then. Breakfast, lunch and dinner are spent behind his laptop screen and it’d be impossible to shift around the schedule, let alone picking you up and bringing you back home by the time his break ends.

You’d have to find the time some way or another if you want this to work, she said. Try having more sex, she then suggested, attempt to rekindle that spark that brought you together in the first place through more intimate, private methods and connect to each other in your most vulnerable ways. Intimacy can help reignite the passion in some relationships, is what she tried to convince you of.

A bunch of crap, you swear. Two hundred bucks an hour for advice you could’ve found at the back of some middle-aged gossip magazine? Not when he has an obvious hard one hiding in his pants and rejects you like he has better things to do than to _“reignite the passion you share that has brought you together.’’ _

Especially when you haven’t fucked ever since that day.

Jungkook’s lack of response speaks volumes, leaving you feeling frustrated and disrespected. If he doesn’t want to fuck you, he could just say so.

Screw him and screw Kang Seulgi. You refuse to settle for a partner who rejects your advances, or a therapist with shallow suggestions. You deserve a partner who is willing to put in the effort to keep the spark alive in your relationship, and not just dismiss your needs with a simple swipe of his card at Seulgi’s office.

The week continues much like the way you and Jungkook prefer to handle things—tons of escapism and much less communication than is probably needed. In your defense, your husband will leave the country in a little over a week, and all the issues you could address and possibly solve now would still be forgotten and buried by the time he travels back home. It’s pointless, you think. You figure there just isn’t much to talk about in such short amount of time, and Jungkook must think something similar; it is evident in the way your backs face each other every night of the week, the way he eats dinner at the dining table in the living room while you do it at the kitchen counter, the way either of you can barely look at each other for longer than a few seconds. Your pride is too high to break through your walls.

Car rides have never been this dreadful before.

It is only when Jungkook stops in front of a red light that manages to steal a glance at you in the passenger’s seat. His demeanor stays cool, with his tattooed hand on the wheel as he sits back and takes the opportunity to observe you. His inked sleeve is on display, with his dress shirt rolled up all the way up to his elbows, although he is required to cover up in mere moments before you arrive at the business event that got you so dolled up, surrounded by tens of his colleagues.

You’re typing away on your phone screen on his side. Long, almond shaped nails tapping against the device as if you’re setting several emergency meetings up for the upcoming hour.

Kim Joohyun no. 5 | So, you haven’t had sex in over a week? He didn’t want to at all?

You | I don’t know what it is that he wants. He doesn’t fucking talk.

Kim Joohyun no. 5 | Maybe he’s relieving it somewhere else. Any big fights gone on between you two recently?

The text causes you to pause. You look up, looking a little puzzled with the way eyebrows furrow. Jungkook catches on quickly, meeting your eye for a split second before you tear your eyes back to your tiny screen. You’re not sure what Joohyun is implying and neither do you care enough to know. You may make Jungkook out for a lot of things a lot of the time, but you know there is one thing he is not.

You | You better not say what I think you’re saying. Lol.

Jeon Jungkook is not a cheater.

The implication pisses you off as you let your phone fall to your lap, arms folding over another. He watches as you’re visibly bothered, instantly recognizing that look on your face because he has seen it a dozen times already. The pursed, glossed lips and the clenched jaw, it’s a classic. Jungkook isn’t sure who pissed you off to the point where you’re not even arguing with him, but he doubts you’ll tell him. His eyes are on you but you refuse to give him the satisfaction of acknowledging him. Instead, you remain silent, your annoyance palpable in the air.

Jungkook clears his throat, ‘‘Is something wrong?’’ He speaks over the radio, a careful start.

You can’t help it. You’ve been with the man for almost a decade, and sure, not always has it been pretty, but somehow it has worked. Maybe it was your first mistake to tell Kim Joohyun about the therapy sessions and the whole Kang Seulgi issue at hand, but you needed an outlet. Something close to a friend who would listen to you since Jungkook was always out of the house. Now you’re stuck with random people implying your husband doesn’t need your sex, that he’s fine finding it someplace else. You so dearly hope you misunderstood her, because your heart pounds a little faster, chest grows a little tighter.

Your head lolls to the backrest of your seat as you take a deep breath, eyes set on the scenery outside. ‘‘It’s just something Joohyun said,’’ you finally say. The sky above you paints an array of pinks and purples, a beautiful sight if only you weren’t feeling so sour right now.

Jungkook nods like he understands, fingers tapping against the steering wheel as his head softly nods along to the music at the radio. ‘‘I see. Do you want to talk about it?’’

The words throw you off guard. You can’t help but stare back as he looks at you with a patient, and rather relaxed demeanor. You can’t recall the last time where either of you suggested to talk. It must’ve been a long time. It’s rare, that is. You shake your head slowly, swallowing before your head falls back to your seat. ‘‘No, it’s nothing,’’ you murmur, eyes back out of the window.

He clicks his tongue softly. ‘‘Alright. If you say so,’’ Jungkook says, quick to dismiss the offer, and something inside of you wishes he pushed a little further. Moments of silence continue to fill the car, with the only sound coming from the radio and the soft hum of the car’s engine. ‘‘You like the dress?’’ He reaches out to lower the volume, eyes scanning down your body, where the simple, strapless silhouette of the Valentino mini dress hugs your curves so charmingly. Worn as a vision of elegance with the way you do it, he knew you’d like it too. 

‘‘I do. Thank you.’’ You say, only now having the chance to thank him for the luxury item you found on the kitchen counter this morning, just like Jungkook’s text told you where to find it. The message didn’t say much, just that the dress was there and that he’d pick you up straight after work for the business event he was invited to. You got the hint, styled the dress with some jewelry that matched the rich, ivory white fabric and you picked out your prettiest heels. The Jimmy Choo ones with the bow that you knew Jungkook loved so much. You’re not sure how long it took for you to get ready, maybe an hour or two tops, but you know you took your time. Maybe because you wanted to look pretty for him, knowing he probably wanted to see you in the dress if he bought it for you.

His eyes travel to your legs, also leaning back in his seat as his foot hovers over the gas pedal, the car humming as it moves forward a little. ‘‘Thought everybody should see you in it tonight.”

Reality rushes back to you, then. Jungkook doesn’t care about you _or _the dress. Your husband only cares about the way the both of you will be perceived tonight. By his colleagues, by his friends and by his acquaintances. Yes, you’re looking stunning tonight. Your hair sits flawlessly and your legs have never looked sexier before. But what does that matter when he can’t proudly put his arm around you and call you his?

The light turns green and he tears his eyes off you, back to the road. ‘‘But I hope you get to smile a little more by the time we’re there.’’

There’s an attitude to the statement, leaving you a little in awe. ‘‘I don’t really feel like smiling,’’ you declare, arms folded. It’s a sassy response, one he catches on to instantly and you know it, considering the way he side-eyes you from behind the wheel. The glances he throws your way burning at your head.

‘‘I don’t need you acting petty, ___.’’ He chuckles, though there is no humor to it. ‘‘I know we’ve got a lot of our own shit to worry about, but we don’t need any of that tonight. Please,’’ he adds, ‘‘just be there with your head.’’

You feel a surge of anger rising inside you at his words. How dare he tell you how to feel and how to act? You take a deep breath, voice already shaking from the way he works you up. ‘‘So you want me to pretend all is good in front of everyone? Because you know it isn’t.’’

Jungkook’s jaw tightens, a heavy sigh leaving his lips as he presses the pedal a bit harder, grip tightening around the wheel. ‘‘I’m asking you to keep it down,’’ he argues, ‘‘there’s no need for us to be mixing business with private matters in front of these people–it doesn’t concern them. We can talk about everything else later, I just want to get through with it for tonight.’’

You scoff. ‘‘Funny you say that, considering we haven’t exchanged a word all week.’’

Jungkook’s eyes flicker to you for a brief second before focusing back on the road. ‘‘Not now, ___.’’ He insists, ‘‘I promise we can talk about anything you want the minute we’re back home, just not now.’’

‘‘Now you just need me to be perfect. Got it.’’

His grip on the wheel tightens even more, the tension radiating off him. You never make the effort to try and understand him. ‘‘You know that’s not what I’m asking,’’ he says through gritted teeth. ‘‘All I want from you is to act professional. It’s not the time or the place for this shit, ___. We can deal with everything else later.’’

You don’t agree but keep it to yourself just to save either of your energy. The rest of the ride is quiet, but far from peaceful. It takes not much longer than twenty dreadful minutes before you arrive at the grand hotel as you waste no time getting the hell out of Jungkook’s Benz to breathe some fresh air, dusting some imaginary dirt off the ends of your dress while your mini bag hangs in the crook of your arm. The valet rushes to your sides, taking care of his car keys before Jungkook leads the two of you inside with his large hand burnt to your lower back. It takes everything to keep yourself sane, to not rip his touch off you as he sends his prettiest, most charming smiles to people you only know the faces of.

The dimmed lobby is bustling with people as you make your entrance, all dressed up in their finest attire and sipping on champagne while chatting amongst themselves. The night passes uneventfully, with the occasional surge of excitement as the guests mingle and socialize. You’re grateful for the attentive staff, who makes sure your glass is full throughout the night. Mainly sticking by Jungkook’s side with champagne as your only friend, an arm looping around his own as you lean into him and fall back into your own world.

New colleagues of his stumble in left and right, and you admire your husband’s ability to remember each of their names and faces. You, on the other hand, stopped keeping track of whoever stands before you. You figured it is easier to become the wife Jungkook wants to represent you when you keep your mouth shut and merely stand there looking pretty. Designer dripping off you as your hand caresses over his chest in circles with a sweet, dimpled smile on your face.

‘‘I would’ve worn my fancy tie if you told me your girlfriend was this beautiful, Jeon,’’ a rough, low voice interrupts. ‘‘You know, the one that lightens up when you press the button.’’

Before you stand an older couple, their eyes crinkling with sweet wrinkles and sparkling with warmth the minute you lock eyes with them. They mirror you, where their arms loop together and move in perfect sync. Jungkook chuckles on your side, cute apples of his cheeks making an appearance. ‘‘Mr. and Mrs. Choi,’’ he exclaims, moving to place his hand just above the swell of your ass before pulling you closer into him, though his touch leaves a chill in its wake. ‘‘I take it you haven’t met my wife yet.’’

‘‘Oh, dear Lord,’’ the woman known as Mrs. Choi squeals as she gladly takes your hand in hers. Hers are warm and embrace yours gently, only now knowing you sipped a bit too much champagne when the movement throws you off guard. “I keep insisting that Jungkook needs to bring you to the office so I can meet this pretty face but he won’t budge,” she says, keeping your hand warm in between hers. “Now I get why he wants to keep you to himself—you’re a doll.”

You snicker a little at the comment, feeling the champagne flush at your cheeks at the older lady’s words. Jungkook’s thumb runs in small circles at your hip. “Isn’t she?” He speaks, softly pulling you towards him. “Why would I share with anyone?”

The Choi couple share smiles of delight, visibly over the moon when Jungkook pulls you closer to his side and plants a sweet kiss on your temple. “A married man,” Mr. Choi sighs with fondness in his eyes, hands gesturing your way as if to say look at you. “I wouldn’t have known for the love of God, son. It’s wonderful to witness young love well and alive.”

Jungkook wears his prettiest smile, obviously enjoying the way Mr. and Mrs. Choi worship at his feet. He takes your free hand in his own before he pulls it up for a showcase, the shining diamond around your ring finger glinstering beneath the warm lights. “We mark 7 years this season.” He seems proud as he speaks, the close lipped smile telling them all they need to know.

Mrs. Choi holds an exaggerated hand to her chest, eyes growing wide at the piece of jewelry. “You must be so proud of him,” she glows when she speaks to you. “You’ve got the office’s heartthrob in your hold, dear. I can guarantee you he’s taking that award home tonight.”

“Businessman of the Year!” Mr. Choi exclaims with theatrical hands, fading away before you. “I can see it, kid. The title looks good on you.”

“Oh, I won’t assume anything.” Jungkook snickers on your side, pretty dimples visible when he smiles. “I don’t intend on winning tonight. I’ve got strong competitors to see eye to eye.”

It’s not that you’re not proud of all that Jungkook has accomplished, but the bitter smile returns and is barely perceptible. You doubt anyone notices. Hell, Jungkook’s pride seems to consume him, too far gone to notice you straying away in his warm hold. It astounds you how his colleagues seem to put him on a pedestal, quite literally worshiping the ground he walks on and hanging onto every word he says.

“They got nothing on you.” Mrs. Choi argues with a light scoff before her toothy smile returns. “But I get it. Who wants to win some trivial award when you already got your hands on the most beautiful gem in the room, right?” She throws the compliment your way, a wink thrown in there but your stomach tightens at the words all the same.

Jungkook’s gaze lingers on you, his eyes searching for a connection that seems elusive. “You know, we’re all so consumed by the road to success that we sometimes don’t realize what we already got,” he begins, eyes back at the Choi couple when you refuse to look back at him. “If tonight ends without that award, I’d be more than content to celebrate with just the two of us. Just like we always have done—years on end.”

“That’s what love is about.” Mrs. Choi nods with a tilted head like she understands. Like you and Jungkook will go home tonight and make love with butterflies in the pit of your stomach, hearts fluttering with anticipation, and a sense of triumph in the air. She probably wouldn’t smile so wide if she knew the ground you’re standing on is not so solid. “And that’s why good things come your way, Jungkook. You do everything with so much dedication and love, you should be proud of yourself.”

“It’s true.” Mr. Choi interjects, nodding sagely as he extends a wise finger. “Take that well-deserved promotion for example. It didn’t appear out of thin air, son. You’ve worked hard to earn it.”

You still on Jungkook’s side and he can feel it in an instant. He feels your eyes on him, a piercing gaze that cuts through the chatter of the lobby. His sharp brows furrow slightly as he senses your scrutiny. His voice, tinged with a mix of anticipation and apprehension breaks the silence, hopefully able to remove that big question mark off your forehead. ‘‘Yes, the promotion,’’ He begins, now avoiding your eyes as his fingers loosen at your hip. ‘‘I suppose you’re right, Mr. Choi.’’

Mrs. Choi’s cheerful demeanor suddenly falters, replaced by concern etched onto her face. “Are you feeling alright, dear?’’ She asks you, her voice filled with genuine worry. ‘‘It looks like you’ve seen a ghost.”

You don’t spare Mrs. Choi a single glance when she puts the focus on you, practically forcing Jungkook to lock eyes with you. Your eyes bore into his, your attention solely on Jungkook and his bewildered state. “Promotion, huh?” You say, voice tinged with a touch of resentment. The bitter tone doesn’t go unnoticed. “Funny how you never mentioned anything about a promotion, Jungkook.”

He hesitates, his hand retracting slowly, an obvious gesture of unease. “Well… it was meant to be a surprise,” He pulls out of his ass, a reassuring smile aimed at the elderly couple who already seem remorseful for bringing the topic up, apologetic smiles on their faces. “To be honest, it isn’t that big of a deal anyways. Just a small step up the corporate ladder.”

‘‘A small step up the ladder?’’ You repeat a little louder than you mean to, voice dripping with disappointment. You turn to fully face him, back turned towards Mr. and Mrs. Choi when you do your best to speak through gritted teeth. “I’m not stupid, Jungkook. I know exactly what a promotion entails.”

The room seems to hold its breath, the tension palpable as the air grows heavy with unspoken words and unaddressed grievances. The once-glowing atmosphere now feels suffocating, the sense of disconnect between you and Jungkook impossible to ignore. The weight of your words fall heavy on the tip of your tongue and your eyes tell him that you’re becoming furious, the fire in your eyes burning with an intensity that can’t be contained. How dare he? You’re hanging on to this relationship with every fiber in your body and what does he think is the solution to that? Adding hours to his already demanding contract while you continue to plan more sessions with Kang Seulgi?

Jeon Jungkook’s audacity is truly unbelievable. How could he be so blind to the problems that you’re already trying to tame? He chuckles quietly, devoid of any genuine humor. His eyes dart around the room, scanning for any sign of anyone else besides the Choi couple taking note of the tension. ‘‘I was going to tell you, it’s just that nothing is final yet. I haven’t signed anything,’’ he stammers, attempting to justify him keeping this from you.

‘‘But you were going to.’’ You snarl, jabbing an accusing finger digging into his chest. ‘’Do you even realize what you’re doing, Jungkook? It’s not a matter of when. It’s the fact that you’d do it in a heartbeat, not even taking us into consideration like any decent partner would.’’

‘‘Sweetheart,’’ Mrs. Choi’s tries to interject, voice filled with concern. ‘‘I’m sure he just wanted the moment to be special,’’ Her well-intentioned effort to comfort you falls on deaf ears with a dismissive wave of your hand. You’re not sure if you can take any more of this bullshit tonight, the surge of resentment is swelling within you.

‘‘Please, excuse us,’’ Jungkook says with a forced smile, gently pushing you forward by the small of your back, signaling you’d better walk if you want to talk some more. And walk you do, your arms crossed tightly and lips pressed into a thin line, leading the way out of the sea of people chatting about God knows what.

It doesn’t take long before Jungkook gets held up again. You don’t recognize the face of the taller man who approaches him, and neither are you interested in his being, though the blood rushes to your head when Jungkook starts talking back with that familiar sweet smile. He searches for your eye over the taller man’s shoulder, making sure you’re still there before his polite, charming grin paints his lips again like nothing is wrong. Like you aren’t ready to lose each other.

You make a beeline to the bathroom the moment you realize it. And for just a moment, you find solace from the suffocating air outside the restroom. It happens the moment you lock the door and cover your bare neck in cold tap water, the reflection in the mirror staring back at you as it seems to hit you like a train. You don’t know if you and Jungkook will ever be okay. It might be the alcohol in your system, but the tears that form in the corners of your eyes threaten to escape. It’s difficult to hold them back, but you do it somehow. You wonder if there’s any hope left over, or if this promotion is just another confirmation of his growing distance, a subtle way of telling you there’s little left over to salvage.

Three quiet knocks tap against the bathroom door. ‘‘___, it’s me,’’ his voice booms from the other side and you take a moment to recollect yourself. When you look at yourself in the reflection of the mirror, tears still hang in the corners of your eyes if you pay a little attention and your throat falls dry. “Open up?” He shouldn’t see you like this. You don’t remember the last time Jungkook has seen you cry; the last time he’s seen you vulnerable.

‘‘I need a moment, Jungkook,’’ you reply, shuffling around the small space.

There’s a brief pause before he speaks again, a quiet sigh escaping his lips. ‘‘Please, just let me in. We gotta talk.’’

You hesitate for a moment, the thought of facing him now feels overwhelming. Back there, amidst the crowd of unfamiliar faces, you felt as if you could explode. Steam blowing out of your ears, blood rushing to your head. But right here, in this confined space,  it’s just you and him. Your eyes are slightly glossy and your lips anxiously curl inwards. You don’t know what’s coming over you. You’d much rather have him see you angry, with your head held high.

With a heavy sigh, you turn the lock, leaving the door ajar just wide enough so you can see his face. The tight purse of his lips eases when he takes in your appearance, and you swear you can see a glimmer of softness in his eyes. A flat, tattooed hand gently pushes the door open before he enters with his hands tucked in the pockets of his dress pants. Your fingers curl over the edge of the sink when you stumble back and lean against it, watching as he closes the door behind him and locks it.

Silence hangs heavily in the air, overtaking you. Neither of you can help it. There’s nothing to bicker about when it seems like you’re at the verge of breaking down, so silence it is. ‘‘Then talk,’’ you say, voice distant. ‘‘You’re not talking. You said we needed to.’’

Jungkook’s gaze flickers with something you can’t place. You hope it has something to do with regret and determination. He takes a step closer, closing the space between you. ‘‘What happened out there,’’ he starts, voice quiet when a finger points towards the door. ‘‘It was unnecessary, ___.’’

You shouldn’t have opened that door for him like a fool, expecting he wouldn’t spit in your face like that. You don’t know what it is you want him to tell you, but for some reason, you yearn for something that sounds like an apology. You stare into his eyes, searching for any sign of sincerity. ‘‘You waltz in here like that and that’s the first thing you say? Cut me some slack, Jungkook, please,’’

His jaw tenses, a sign of growing frustration. ‘‘___, we had a deal. No business mixing with whatever problems we have. Not tonight… not when tonight is supposed to be special.’’ Jungkook quietly reminds you, taking another step closer until your chests almost touch. ‘‘And as for the promotion,’’ he sighs heavily, his hand tugging at his tie with a frustrated huff. ‘‘I was going to tell you when it was just you and me–just us, away from all of these people. That was going to be our damn moment.’’ Jungkook spits, teeth grinding together as his brows furrow. ‘‘They had no business opening their mouths on it, but they did anyway. So if you want to be mad, then fine, do your thing. I didn’t mean for you to find out like this, but you did.’’

The small room feels suffocating, tension building with each passing second. Your tears are long forgotten every time he opens that big mouth of his, because the anger seems to consume you. ‘‘I don’t fucking care about any of that,’’ you scoff, pushing yourself off the edge of the sink with a head held high. Now you’re the one stepping closer. ‘‘It’s the idea that you would even accept all those extra hours and responsibilities when you know,’’ there is a heavy pause for you to catch your breath, a finger digging so deep in his chest it makes him stumble back a step. ‘‘When you know what is going to happen to us if you take this.’’

Jungkook’s eyes narrow, his own frustration surfacing. ‘‘And what’s happening?’’ He retorts, his voice filled with defiance. ‘‘How can you expect me to turn an opportunity like this down when I’ve worked so hard for it? I worked my ass off for this, proved my fucking worth and ended up deserving it. I haven’t even reached the age of 30 and chances like these don’t just appear out of thin air, ___. I’ve got colleagues twice my age trying to achieve what is waiting for me to grasp.’’

The intensity of the argument rises, voices echoing off the walls and you’re sure people passing on the outside hear every word. You scoff, a humorless laugh escapes you. ‘‘So this is all about your precious career, isn’t it?’’ You hold up your hand, where your wedding ring catches his eye. ‘‘You made me a promise, too. Long ago, before you knew any of those people you’re trying to prove your worth to.’’

Jungkook’s face flushes with frustration, his hands clenched into fists before they settle at your hips and shoves you back until you’re leaned against the sink again. Though not too harsh. He is never too harsh. ‘‘Why can you never be satisfied?’’ He mumbles, anger giving way to hurt. ‘‘This is my chance to provide for us, to make sure we have a future that we deserve living. Why won’t you support me, be by my fucking side?’’

Bitter laughter escapes your lips, almost grazing his own. ‘‘Support you? How can I support you when you’re digging us deeper into the ground? We’re already so close to reaching the fucking limits. So close to becoming everything we’re trying not to be and then you continue on to pull this crap? It’s like you’re waiting for us to call it quits.”

Jungkook’s anger simmers beneath the surface, his grip on your hips tightening as he fully closes the distance between your bodies. His dark, sharp gaze is fixed on you, the air between you crackling with tension at the false accusation. A blend of frustration and desire when you meet his intense gaze, the moment overwhelming you, and without a word, he closes the distance between you, crashing his lips against yours in a passionate, fiery kiss.

The kiss is fueled by a mix of anger and desire, the electricity between you undeniable. Each touch and movement speaks volumes, conveying a complex blend of emotions that words fail to express. As your lips move against his, you can feel the weight of the argument still hanging in the air, but for a moment, it's forgotten. Until he speaks against you. ‘‘That’s the last time you’re gonna accuse me of something so ridiculous. Got it?’’

Between heated kisses, angry whispers escape your lips. "You can't just expect me to follow blindly," you mutter, your voice laced with frustration. "We're too close to the edge already."

Jungkook’s hands find their way to the small of your back, pulling you closer, his voice husky as he responds. ‘‘I know, but I’m trying.’’

It is all he says, and you fight the urge to say something back just because you feel like you’ve had enough for one night. You’re the one to pull away first, a flat hand to his hard chest as you push him off with ease, no fight, no nothing. The momentary connection fades and a sense of unease settles between you. You exchange a final gaze, unresolved emotions and unspoken words clear in the air. It’s obvious that the underlying issue remains unresolved, and with that, you both walk out of the ladies’ room together. Side by side, like everything is fine. The bitter taste of the argument still hangs onto your tongues but you choose to ignore it even though there is no way you can get rid of it tonight.

Jungkook stops before the bustling crowd, causing you to stop in your tracks as well. His hand delves into the inner pocket of his jack, retrieving his wallet as he goes through the contents. With a subdued voice, he offers you his card. ‘‘Here,’’ he says quietly. ‘‘Go buy yourself something to drink. I’ll be over there talking to some people if you need me.’’

You accept the money silently, a slight nod of acknowledgement before you part ways, heading toward the bar while Jungkook navigates through the crowd. As you order your drink, the bitterness of the argument still weighs on your mind, the unresolved issues swirling in your thoughts.

Your husband hasn’t spared you much of a second glance after he handed you the money, already too busy mingling with his colleagues to notice that the bottom of your cocktail glass is starting to show. As he brings his own glass back to his pretty lips to sip on his dry wine all the way on the other side of the lobby, you continue to listen to the nameless people around you and the award he might be winning tonight. Jungkook this, Jungkook that—it might drive you crazy.

It drives you crazy, and you would probably never admit it out loud, but you feel smaller without Jungkook’s presence so close to you, without his arm secured around your waist, your chest tighter than he seems to realize. You don’t need him to feel confident, you know. You don’t need any man in order to make you feel secure about yourself. Though tonight, even though it is only for a little while, his absence feels a little more pronounced than usual, and you don’t like to feel like some fraught, single woman in her late 20s. It unsettles you, and you don’t mean to feel like it.

You’re counting fifteen minutes when you realize you’ve been staring at him for too long. Jungkook seems to be in his element, watching as you occasionally meet his eye from across the room before he rips his gaze off you, interrupted by another coworker every two minutes as they block your sight. More small talk with the man of the night as he’s sucking it up like second nature. Adoring the constant praises he’s receiving throughout the entire event. A charming smile paints his features, one that makes him look smug as hell.

“That dress makes up for the fact that you look like you don’t want to be found dead in here.” A low voice booms from behind the bar, “Valentino, no?”

The rim of the cocktail glass in your hand detaches from your lips when you realize you’re being spoken to, another spot painted a smoked almond shade at the edge. “Good eye,” you nod, high heels impatiently tapping against the steel of the barstool. It’s the first interaction since the Choi couple took notice of your distress, and suddenly, you feel a little less invincible. .

“I know a thing or two.” The owner of the velvety voice reveals himself, emerging from behind the massive camera cradled in his veiny hands. Smooth, jet black curls cascade over his forehead as a troublesome grin broadens on the unknown’s glistening lips. He briefly catches your eye before shifting his focus back to the display in his grip. Rounding the bar, he comes to sit at the edge of the stool next to you. “You seem to be a natural. Ever thought of a career shift and dropping this business ordeal?”

The picture on the display reveals. It’s not bad, you look greater than any other night, the effort you put in tonight’s look clear to see. But he’s joking, though you can barely crack a smile. “Oh, please, I’m just a plus one.”

“I see.” The man who you now assume to be tonight’s cameraman leans over the edge of the bar as he allows his camera to hang low at his neck. He subtly searches for your eye and when you meet his gaze, indicating that he’s got your attention, he pulls his focus back to the crowd, a finger beneath his nose as if he’s deep in thought. “So, which one of those pricks is responsible for making you sit here by yourself all night?”

You roll your eyes but a suppressed snicker betrays your amusement, prompting the corners of his own mouth to lift as well. Shaking your head, you choose to ignore the derogatory remark about your husband, though it might feel good if someone else would openly share your sentiments right now. “The same prick I’ve been with for the past six years,” you point Jungkook’s way when you speak, leaning a little more to the man’s side to give a good point of view. “He’s a busy guy,” you remark, Jungkook looking devilishly expensive when he’s networking, his navy blue Prada suit shimmering beneath the dim lightning. His jet black hair is slicked back and he’s never looked sexier before. Such a shame you’re not talking.

“The man of the night himself.” The guy huffs at your side, back leaning against the bar as he’s no longer interested in Jungkook, eye solely on you now. “I’m not really supposed to shoot plus ones tonight, he’d have to be in the picture for that,” he taps at his camera. “A shame he’s too busy to bat an eye when she’s looking this lovely tonight.”

A dagger to the heart, but you take it lightly. You pause as you finally take a good look into this sharp, cat-like gaze of his. A sly looking smile tugs at the corners of his lips when your eyes meet. “Complimenting a married woman? How audacious of you.”

He shrugs indifferently. “He isn’t doing it, so,” he says nonchalantly before he pulls himself together, a polite hand to his chest when he speaks. “Pardon me. It’s just that I’ve never been good at keeping thoughts to myself.”

You cock a single brow. “Is that so?”

He catches on to the challenge that’s hidden in your voice, the slight attitude you’re subtly bringing over. He pauses for a moment, reading your face before he continues. “Yeah,” he confirms quietly, though his voice is low enough to recall mischief. His eyes lower a little down your dress before he takes out his hand. “Kim Taehyung. I’m tonight’s photographer.”

You accept his hand, hot and tight around your own. It feels refreshing in some way or another, his eyes locking with yours again when his head tilts just slightly, tongue slipping out to wet his pink lips. “It’s good to meet you,” You tell him, returning your prettiest smile, “I’m ___.”

Taehyung stills. “God damn.” He curses quietly, just a whisper above his breath. “I knew you had to be from someplace else—you’re one of Minnie’s girls.”

His words take time to process. There is only one Minnie you’d know. “You mean, Minnie Chang?” You query, frowning when his knowing finger bounces your way. “My modeling agent? You know her?”

“Sure,” he beams, shoulders visibly relaxing as he sits at the edge of his seat. “I run shoots with Minnie’s girls all the time. We just wrapped up an upcoming November issue. It’s such a pity she never sets me up to shoot your covers, we use your references all the time.” His sharp eyes darken, running down your figure again. “We’d kill the job together, if you’d ask me.”

Your cheeks flush a little at the statement. “Oh, well, we probably would.” You stumble, still trying to catch on. “Though Minnie no longer works for me. I quit modeling some time ago, which is probably why we never worked together.”

Taehyung’s pretty lips part when his head tilts even more, a light and humorless chuckle escaping. “I mean, do tell me you’re screwing with me.” The smile ghosts his lips, though this time a little died down. Your silence answers his questions and the sheepish grin only adds on to it. “Forgive me for being so straightforward, but I’ve seen your works, ___. No one in their right mind would want to give such potential up for some mingling on the side bar.”

Taehyung jokes again but there’s a bit of truth hidden in it, and neither of you dare to laugh too loudly over it. You sigh, bringing the glass back to your lips even though your drink is almost finished. “You’d be surprised what love does to people.” You chuckle but it holds no humor, you just sound so ironic. Taehyung’s eyes rip away from you to scan the lobby in search for the man in question, easily found in the sea of people because Jeon Jungkook just works like that. Wherever he goes, your husband seems to carry this magnetism with him. People fall in love with him left and right, and you don’t blame them for it. Look at where you are. “I wanted to go wherever he went. Now I’m just trying to live up to the consequences.”

Taehyung hears as you try to laugh it off, chuckling softly and unable to match your energy. “I’ll give you my card,” he then decides, digging into the inner pocket of his jacket as a set of protests already stumble off your lips. “No buts,” he warns. “My office line is on there. Do whatever you want with it, but just know that you can always hit my line whenever you’re done dealing with the consequences.”

“Taehyung,” you start but it holds no weight, watching as he nips the piece of paper in between his fingers. “You don’t gotta do that.” His eyes draw back to your lips before they flicker back to meet your gaze, the curly locks at his forehead almost preventing you from doing so, seemingly darkening his eyes.

He shakes his head. “It doesn’t have to be anything big, ___.” His voice lowers, deepening as his breath almost fans your cheeks. It’s hot. A little alarming. “I own a studio downtown where we could meet up someday. I’ll shoot us a couple photos, and if you want, we could add some to your portfolio. If it feels right, you’ll know,” he says, clearly catching on to the glint in your eyes. “If it doesn’t, then all I am is wrong. But you can’t convince me you’re feeling content, sitting on the sidebar waiting for that idiot to come to his senses.”

You know Taehyung just earned himself a slap across the cheek for the degrading comments about Jungkook. For the assumptions he’s so quick to make when he’s met you five minutes ago. Probably no less than a hard push against the shoulder too, but you hold back from doing so when his words speak to you in some way. Somewhere not so deep down, you know Taehyung made some points. It has nothing to do with the rich cologne that embraces you when he stands this close, or the darkened gaze that tries to meet your own when you rip your eyes away.

“Take it.” He waves his card in the air before he gently tosses it at the bar in front, next to your empty glass. “I don’t expect you to do anything with it, but it’d feel good knowing you have it. Who knows what good it’ll bring.”

You don’t hesitate but pause anyway, meeting his eye and the moment that famous grin paints his lips, you can’t stop yourself from copying it. “Thank you. I’ll keep it somewhere safe.” You say, taking his card.

It surprises you how at ease Taehyung makes you feel afterwards. Once his card is out of sight, hidden in the safety of your handbag, he doesn’t pry further about any more modeling shoots or your forgotten career. Nor does he bring Jungkook up again, even though everyone else around you can’t seem to shut up about the man. It’s a peaceful feeling, distracted from the eye of reality because of this man who excels at making small talk. He’s chatting away about his camera, pointing at elements you don’t know the names of as he explains the functions of them.

You don’t listen. You haven’t been listening for a while and wonder how you stumbled upon this topic instead. It’s not a bad thing; Kim Taehyung makes you feel comfortable and that’s all there is to it. You appreciate him for fading your surroundings off.

It doesn't take long before a large hand rests above the swell of your ass, stroking sweet circles there. “Are you ready? They’ll start presenting the awards soon.” Jungkook’s voice booms at your left, sending a jolt of surprise through your body. You turn to face him, finding him standing there with his usual confident demeanor, contrasting with the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. The touch of his hand on your backside feels a little more possessive the longer you take your time to respond.

You glance over at Taehyung, who also seems to have noticed the change of atmosphere. His expression remains composed, a hint of curiosity glimmering in his eyes. “Yeah, I’m ready,” you say before you hop off the barstool and recollect yourself. “It was so good meeting you, Taehyung. I hope we get to talking soon.” You slide your mini bag over your shoulder, an apologetic smile at your lips. “I’m sorry for keeping you so occupied, I know you’re on the clock.”

His lips only curl into a warm smile that seems to reassure you, a small shake of his head shrugging you off as if to say you shouldn’t have to worry. Your attention reverts back to Jungkook, noting that his gaze is already fixed on you as he searches for something you can’t decipher. “Okay, I’m ready,” you repeat, this time a little more determined. He nods quietly, hand curling at your waist before he leads you the way towards the ceremony, eager to be gone, but not before he steals a look at the older man by the bar, tongue in his cheek. A hint of playful defiance glimmers in Taehyung’s eyes and Jungkook wouldn’t know for the love of God what it means.

The following hour ends up not being as dreadful as the previous ones. Jungkook still guides you throughout the night with prolonged small talk and half-filled champagne glasses which you’ve grown tired of drinking. Nobody is paying attention to the wife of, much to your luck, because it gives you the opportunity to slip into your own world with Jungkook’s hand still snaked around your waist. Taehyung’s words ghost your head instead, and as much as you try not to, you sneak a glance his way every now and then.

You can’t help it. It’s been some time since someone recognized you as anybody else than Mrs. Jeon Jungkook. The lucky one who gets to wear designer dresses and expensive jewelry with a zipped mouth on her face. The brief minutes spent with Taehyung were cut short, but reminded you of your own persona. So hidden behind the shadows of Jungkook’s success that you almost forgot you once had built the start up of a successful career as well.

You can’t think in this room. The warm air is rising to your head and all you can hear is the low murmurs of Jungkook and his colleagues at your table. You start to wonder things. Big things. Like, what if Taehyung wasn’t the only person who believed in continuing the neglected modeling career you were so desperate to let go of some time ago? What if he wasn’t the only one and you’re just meant to find the right people to support you? What if that dream was worth pursuing, now still, after all this time accepting this is what your life was going to be like; a bitter housewife in the suburbs forever holding on to a forgotten career.

“Everything okay?” Jungkook queries on your side, eyes lingering on you for too long and you don’t care to return it. His hand travels to your upper thigh beneath the table cloth but you barely process it, head too clouded with whatever you’re worrying about to take notice. “You seem distracted.” He says, his large hand resting there without much thought, warming the skin up as he gently starts rubbing in circles.

“Yes,” you say though there is a pause to it, one where you hold your breath as you wonder if you should say more. You know he doesn’t like it when things start getting personal when all these people surround you, but you’re so close to the edge. You turn to him, knees touching. “I just need some fresh air. Hand me the car keys?”

He stares at you for a moment, a look shared that tells you he’s trying to read you even when you’re shutting him out. An arm lazily rests atop the backrest of your chair as he sighs through his nose. “They’re starting soon.” He breathes out like he hasn’t said it a thousand times already. “And you’ve been drinking. I’m not handing you anything.”

You roll your eyes. “I’m not drunk and I’m not driving. I’m just gonna sit in the car and take a moment for myself.” it’s your turn to sigh, a bite to your words that Jungkook easily catches on to. His eyes narrow, lips growing into a thin line. “What is it, are you not allowing me?”

His chest grows tight when he hears your words, the sassy attitude not gone by dismissed. “Don’t be ridiculous. Can’t you take half an hour longer?” His voice lowers in case anyone overhears, the back of his fingers reaching to stroke over your cheek softly. “Batting those pretty lashes the way you do it so well?”

His comment flies to your head, hitting you like a slap to the face and you search his eyes for some sort of sincerity. Some sort of remorse for spitting that degrading shit in your face like that. You notice the way people perceive you as the wife of Jeon, how they look at you because you’re just one of his pretty things. You’re aware. And you don’t need anyone to tell you, because you could care less about them. Though when the confirmation slips from Jungkook’s lips, you swear he turns the switch inside you.

“You’re an ass.” The feet of your chair screech loudly against the floor tiles of the lobby, the sound of it making heads turn your way with curious gazes. And unlike your husband, who seems troubled upon the sudden attention, you couldn’t care less, storming out of the quiet lobby like your Jimmy Choo heels are meant for you to stomp off the way you do.

You hear a faint call of your name even though it doesn’t take long before you reach the main entrance doors and fumble your way out. The anger rises to your head and you consider you might have done Jungkook a favor with the way you made it out so quickly.

It takes a couple minutes before the swinging doors you just erupted from come to a loud shut once more, revealing a heated Jungkook sauntering down the stairs. “Get moving. You were the one who wanted to go home,” He doesn’t spare you another glance when he passes you by with a pinched expression. Both your jackets hang from his arm but he doesn’t care to hand you yours, quick to rush to his Benz with you right behind him.

The only sound that fills the air is the angry stomping of your feet, Jungkook’s not as prominent as your own heels clack loudly against the pavement. “I just needed a minute out. I never said you couldn’t finish your little act in there,” you retort, frustration lacing your voice.

He opts to ignore your remark at first, jaw set and focus straight ahead. Though the more he repeats your words in the back of his head, the faster his own spill out. “I asked you not to throw a scene and you go ahead and do it anyway,” he sneers, unlocking the back door before he throws your coats on the backseats. Slamming it just as loud. “For what, ___? Couldn’t stand not being the center of attention for one night so you pull this shit?”

Jungkook is fast to open the door to the driver’s seat but you beat him to it. Slamming his door back shut only to earn one of his lethal, disturbed looks. “You take that back.” You point an accusing finger his way, trapping yourself between his hovering body and the car. “For years, I’ve been tagging along to these stupid events like some luxury piece on the side. Supporting and loving you from behind your huge ego,” you huff, a pillow of air rushing from your lips and into the icy air. “All the while you choose to show me off whenever you feel like it when I’ve been happier for you than anyone in there—’’

“Have you?” His lips curl inwards, sharp eyebrows tightening. “Because the second you heard about some promotion, a couple more hours added to my contract, you start freaking out. Running out there like the world revolves around you. I hate to break it to you, but it doesn’t, ___. Get it out of your head.”

“Jungkook—“

“I don’t want to hear it.” He quickly waves you off, pointing an angry finger back to the building you just came out of. “You know I’m winning an award at this very moment? I’m reaching the tip of the iceberg tonight, and instead of celebrating it, I’m out here trying to keep you sane.” Jungkook grunts, hand falling back to his side. “I didn’t see Jung fucking Hoseok do that last year when he won that damn award. His partner stood beside him, supporting him while he accepted the prize.”

You maintain eye contact, no matter how much fire swims in his gaze. “I know you didn’t just compare me to your coworker’s wife.” You scoff loudly, “Jung Hoseok probably has the decency to include his partner in every major decision he makes. Including promotions that will require your everything, Jungkook. If that was our case,” your finger swats back and forth between your raging bodies, “then yes, I would love to be that kind of wife for us. But I’ve done that for a long time. I can no longer be like her.”

Jungkook groans, stepping closer and causing you to press your back flat against his Benz. “Maybe Jung Hoseok works his ass off to earn such a prize in the first place, knowing his wife is there. On his side. No matter the case.”

“Well, maybe that is because Jung Hoseok and his wife never stopped loving each other!”

Little puffs of air escape your lips and the statement leaves you a little breathless when realization strikes through. They mold together with Jungkook’s, who also seems to need a moment to register whatever it was you just spat in his face. His aura changes not much longer after, eyes digging into yours with the tip of his tongue running over the back of his teeth. Jaw set tight with a dare running in his gaze. He looks down at you with heavy lids, and when you stay quiet for longer than he was hoping, he speaks up. Though the voice is low enough to pass as a warning.

“You want to repeat that for me?”

You sigh, closing your eyes as you try to place a somewhat reassuring hand to his burning chest, it’s hot and under fire beneath your palm. You didn’t mean to slap him across the face like that. “Jungkook, I didn’t mean you and I—’’

“I don’t care what the fuck you meant.” He says slowly, swatting your hand off him with an intense gaze. “Repeat that for me.”

You shake your head, keeping it up high even with the way he’s looking down on you. You can stand your own ground as well as him. “Kook, I’m not going to repeat myself when I didn’t mean to say that.” You argue, arms folding.

Jungkook locks eyes for much longer than is necessary, like he doesn’t believe you and he’s trying to find some sort of truth in them instead. Hands now situated in the pockets of his dress pants, he leans his weight down on one leg. “Then get in the car.” He then simply says, tone a bit too composed to ease you down. “We’re going home.”

“No,” you argue back with a stern voice. You’re both upset, incredibly so. The last thing you need to do right now is push your anger to the sidelines. “We’re not done talking, Jungkook.”

“We’re done.” He’s quick to tell you, taking a step back before and impatient, sharp eyebrow arches. The weight of his body on one leg. “I said, get in the car, ___. You wanted to go home? Let’s go fucking home.”

The bite in his voice is evident to send the warning through. He is just standing there, hands casually hidden in his pockets as he glares down at you, patiently waiting for you to get moving. You shoot him a look, something that says something along the lines of, seriously, this is how we’re gonna do this? He nods once. Nothing more, nothing less. That’s all you’ll get.

Fine. Two of you can be just as petty.

Jungkook is quick to get in the driver’s seat when you huff and round the car, the silence quick enough to break through the tight space once the doors slam shut. For a brief moment, the two of you just sit there, gazing at the packed parking lot without another word exchanged. You know Jungkook needs a moment to collect himself before he gets off driving you both home, but he is not the only one in desperate need to let go of some steam. The tight gripped hand around the wheel, where his knuckles turn a pale white is telling you enough about his current state. He hasn’t even stuck the key in the ignition yet and that might be for the better.

He finally looks at you without a word and you don’t back down from the challenge. He still fumes with fire when your gazes meet, lips tightly pressed together. The man watches you like a hawk, right hand still planted at the steering wheel as he stares back down at you from over his shoulder—seemingly no intention to drive off anytime soon. You seem to glow with a heated bitterness and he finds himself feeling a similar way. It does little to intimidate you, though.

Rage consumes you and the silence only seems to worsen it. You’ll have to voice your thoughts or you might go feral. “I can’t believe you’re acting like a child.”

He scoffs, bits of amusement tugging at the edges of his lips. “Don’t get me started, princess.”

Jeon Jungkook is an unbelievable man.

Your eyes narrow, challenging him. “Go get started, Kook,” a dare drips off your mocking voice, low and anticipating when you raise a single brow. ‘‘I don’t mind.’’

And just like that, something in the air shifts. Maybe it’s the way his eyes drag down your glossy lips without an ounce of shame, or the noticeable fact that his pants are starting to tighten around his crotch area. Your eyes fall down there. You can’t helpt, and neither do you mean to hide it.

“You don’t want me to, baby. Trust me.” He asserts, tone firm and unwavering.

“Try me.”

Time seems to go still and Jungkook seems like he’s hesitant, eyes flickering down your lips one or two times too many. There’s not much sentiment found on his features. No pretty little smile at the lips, and no softened gaze roundening his eyes. Instead, his jawline is locked so tight, you’re able to catch each huff and puff that leaves him. The silent battle of wills unfolds between you. There is a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes, as if debating whether to succumb to your request or stand his ground.

However, Jungkook is a raging mess, all he needs right now is an outlet.

“Damn it,” He curses before he slams his lips onto yours. A surprised, muffled gasp falls from your mouth into his when your noses angrily collide, finding the right amount of balance when a tattooed hand reaches the back of your neck to keep you in place. His lips feel velvety against yours, soft and inviting despite the intensity of his movements. Even though his moves are much rougher. Much more raw.

You respond to the passionate kiss with the same intensity, kissing him back just as hard with your hand steady at his jaw. His own hand hides at your nape, both of you hovering over the storage box in between your seats like two horny teenagers hiding in his big brother’s car. Moans escape his lips and resonate against yours. Youthful desire builds the intensity, sending sweet tingles straight to your core.

‘‘Fuck, come here,’’ Jungkook utters, exhaling heavily as he settles back into his seat.

Not one to resist, you swiftly maneuver your way into the driver’s seat, straddling him with both legs on his either side. His hands instinctively find place at your lips as you lean in to capture his lips in a heated, messy kiss where you hold onto his jaw and push the back of his head to his seat. However, tonight is not like any other night. Tonight, he can’t let you take control.

Jungkook’s kisses become fervent as he pushes you against the steering wheel with a bit more force than intended, causing it to dig into your back with a sharp yelp eliciting into the air. The soft gasp you breathe out as you try to catch on easily gets ignored by him. Still adjusting to the rapid pace, his hands tenderly explore your backside, rubbing in sweet circles before moving down to roam over your ass.

His slender fingers carefully tug at the hem of your dress before he rushes to ride it up your thighs, just until your bare ass hovers above the growing bulge that’s hidden away in the dress pants that now seem too tight around his thighs for his own good. It is no longer something you could ignore even if you wanted to. Not with the way his cock throbs against your panties; the thin material of his slacks not helping much to create a decent barrier.

Nonetheless, you don’t seem to care when you shamelessly start to grind down on his clothed erection. He groans on your skin when you throw your head back, fingers playing while they tangle through his slick locks as if to guide his mouth. “Sit still,” he angrily mumbles, though he doesn’t try to still your hips from humping onto him.

“Don’t wanna,” you stubbornly mutter in response, tugging tighter at his hair in the hopes of a response. You have to hold the evil smirk that's threatening at your lips when you shift back and forth in his lap with a much quicker, more dangerous pace. “Make me?”

His mouth stills at your neck and a rush of satisfaction wavers over you. Jungkook’s hot breath fans over the same spot his lips were just pressed against, slow to look back up at you. Only to find you grinning in his lap like a fool. “You got such a big mouth on you tonight.” He murmurs so close to your lips like he’s planning on kissing you again. Heavy lidded eyes stare back at you in the dark when his middle finger hooks around the lace of your thong at your ass. “Such a big mouth but you don’t even know what you’re asking for. What a terrible trait, sweetheart.” He teasingly tugs at the thong, rubbing the material in between your sweet cheeks.

Your hands reach behind you, reaching for the zipper at the back of the dress before you start to unzip it. “I know what I’m getting myself into.” You sing, tweaking the straps off your shoulders with a teasing grin. What are you waiting for? Undress me, is what your eyes tell.

God. He can’t stand you.

His lips are on yours within a heartbeat. And neither of you plan to let go without a fight.

It’s like both of you are fighting for dominance over the other as the kiss grows more intense. Noses angrily bump into each other, teeth clash and bite into the already swollen flesh of your lips. You’re so engrossed in the lip biting and breath sharing that you barely realize Jungkook pulling down your dress with force, the latex now hunched around your waist to reveal your bare chest. It is only when his fingers reach out to pinch your hardened nipples when you break free from him, the sensitivity growing into excitement before it runs straight to your core.

“Hm, so sensitive baby.” Jungkook hums with a pleased grin threatening on his face, pinching a few more times at the sensitive buds. “I have a feeling you’re all bark and no bite tonight. How come?” He asks quietly. “Felt ignored because I didn’t look at your pretty tits all night? ‘Specially when they’re looking so nice and swollen for me right now, mhm?”

He dives down and wraps his pretty lips around the perky bud when you don’t respond on time, tonguing and nipping until he can hear you squirm on top of him. “I knew that was it.” He mumbles, letting go with a lewd pop. You almost don’t catch it with how low he is speaking, almost like you’re not even meant to hear him in the first place. His tattooed hand gently massages your other breast in the warmth of his palm. “Baby feels neglected the moment the focus isn’t on her. Ain’t that funny?” He chuckles humorlessly, something far away from genuine laughter and you don’t manage to crack a smile either. “Now she’s on top of my cock waiting to get fucked like she wasn’t acting like a total brat back there. Like brats deserve to get fucked nice and slow.”

You push Jungkook back against his seat by the chest, his head lazily lolling back without much surprise as he patiently waits for your next move with a darkened gaze. He knew he was going to press your buttons some time soon. Both your heart and head are fuming. “Not true.” You argue weakly before you decide it’s your turn to pepper angry kisses at the silky skin of his neck. Your grip tightens at his throat, right beneath his jaw. Only to keep him still, you convince yourself. “You’re an asshole. You know that, right?” You mumble against the hot skin, surprised he’s able to understand your muffled words.

Your hand isn’t that secure around his throat, but he decides to play along nonetheless, keeping his head locked to his seat. “So I’ve heard, sweetheart.”

You ignore the cheeky comment and instead allow your free hand to fumble with the leather belt wrapped so deliciously around his hips. You continue biting and licking in the crook of his neck, not caring if any purple marks find their way there. Jungkook swallows back a whimper of relief when your hasty hands unbuckle his gold coated Montblanc belt. His dress pants aren’t even supposed to be this tight fitted around his crotch area, even when he’s hard. Though it’s no secret Jungkook has been working on his thigh muscles throughout the years. And to say it has served him right would be an understatement.

“Take me out, sweetheart.” He breathes when you dip your hand inside, not yet granting him the pleasure of pulling out his cock just yet. Cupping him over his boxers instead, you suck his quiet moans up like second nature.

Jungkook’s hips eagerly buckle into your grasp and you contemplate on giving him the satisfaction this early on, because even you are growing impatient. Instead, you continue stroking his cock over his boxers, rubbing up and down his length with more pressure as you watch him exhale through his nose. Jungkook’s adams apple moves at his throat when he swallows tightly, eyes shutting in frustration.

You bring your lips to graze over his cheek, so sweet and romantically as the two of you are. Hot and sharp breaths fan on his skin. “Stop bossing me around, will you, Kook?”

He breathes lowly; still through his nose as his chest heaves up and down. Almost like he’s holding himself back from doing things you can’t handle. “Spoiled girls need someone to boss them around.” A sharp sting tingles at your ass, realizing he just spanked you there, the sudden cry you let out in the shell of his ear explaining why his large hands are now soothingly caressing the sensitive skin. “They turn into brats the minute someone doesn’t put them in place. Did you already forget the way you acted tonight, babe?”

He gently continues to knead your ass in his big hands. “You’re just as responsible as I am for that.” You whimper weakly, deciding you’ve had enough when you take Jungkook’s thick cock in hand and out of his pants and boxers. He’s warm, heavy and angry in your grip, red and swollen tip staring back at you when he’s fully out. You raise a brow at the sight. “But it seems like you don’t mind it right now.”

Jungkook isn’t sure what he despises more at the moment. The way the shit-eating grin on your face only seems to spread the longer victory consumes you, or the way his dick twitches when your hand tightens around his shaft. Jungkook holds back his grunts. Adding free coins to your egoism is the least bullet point on his to-do list.

“Careful,” he speaks with a warning, eyes flickering back down your lips before the tips of his fingers slide down your covered slit from the back. They rasp against the black lace a little before he adds more pressure where your hole is covered, content to feel your soaked cunt leaking through the fabric. Continuing to feel up to the damp spot, he speaks. “You’re not one to talk when you’re dripping like this. Take this off for me, sweetheart.” He hints at your panties even though he is the one dragging the lace down your legs already.

For as far as his cramped Mercedes allows you to reach down atop his muscled thighs, you make sure you’re at a safe distance before a chunk of spit runs off your lips and onto his throbbing cock. Jungkook groans loudly, hips rutting up when you start pumping him with a tight grasp. You maintain eye contact while you do so, addicted to the way his hazy gaze angrily stares back at you, free hand moving to knead his balls. Your thumb grazes over the head, silently massaging his slit where you spread the precum over the rest of his leaking cock.

“Fuck,” you curse, the wetness coating your fingers. “Want you in my mouth.”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Yeah.” You repeat.

Jungkook’s hands tighten at your waist, digging into your skin. “None of that.” He then mumbles, earning a confused frown from you. “Rub yourself against my cock, baby. Need to feel how wet this tight cunt is for me.”

“God.” You roll your eyes like you mean it, but your pussy starts to throb at the thought already. He knows it does. How could he not? Jeon Jungkook knows you from the inside out; knows what you like and what you don’t like. Six years of being with you has taught him that much. And because of that, Jungkook is not one to wait around for you to make your move and pushes his hands harder at your hips instead, guiding your bare cunt towards his cock.

“That’s it.” Jungkook lets out a low groan from the base of his throat, the pressure at your hips slacking down once you take over with a slower, more experimental pace. His head falls back and his thick neck comes into view instead, velvety skin on display when your cold fingers hide to intertwine at his nape again. Wet lips drag over his cock and spread wider the more pressure you add. “Look at you soaking my cock like you’re ready to ride it. As if girls like you deserve to be stretched out in the first place.”

“I deserve it.” You nearly stutter when you find the right amount of pressure, your clit now directly rubbing against his head.

He hums softly at your engrossed self. “Yeah?” He continues to ask. “You think you deserve to fuck yourself off on this cock?”

You can only nod in return when your pace increases and eyes shut tight. Jungkook takes sight of the teeth that dig into your lower lip and nails that scratch at the skin at the back of his neck. He moans a little at the sharp feel, his own chest heaving up and down when the blood rushes to his cock. “Can’t hear you, baby.” He pushes when you continue to rock against him without another word, his tattooed hand spanking your ass cheek again to grab your attention. “Need words to decide if I’m letting you ride me.”

It’s not an easy job to pry your eyes open again when your cunt is so deliciously dragging against him, but you manage to do so with heavy lids. “Not to bruise your ego, babe,” you breathe out, thumb padding on his slit as if addressing an obvious issue at hand. “But you’re not really in a position to make demands either.”

He huffs out some air, the warmth of it fanning against your lips. You know you’ve got him trapped without a comeback to throw back in your face when he pierces a single brow. “You should really do something about that mouth.”

“Thought you said you were gonna take care of that.” You boldly recall, clearly challenging him. “Or are you backing out so soon?”

Jungkook doesn’t care enough to defend himself against your assumptions. Instead, he nods his head to the backseat. “Get back there.” He instructs with pressed brows. “You won’t be so smart when you’re coming on my tongue.”

A dramatic sigh leaves your lips like you’re tired. Hands cupping his cheeks sweetly, the back of his head easily lolls to his seat so he looks up at you with those darkened, dangerous eyes. You take him into a slow and wet kiss where your lips seem to dance together in unison, breathing heavily into each other until his tongue presses between your parted lips in an attempt to enter. But you pull away on time. Still, only inches away from his face, his eyes glued to your lips. “You don’t have to eat me out. I can take you right now.” You heave with swollen lips brushing his.

“You know I don’t mind,” Jungkook frowns a little at the odd statement, fingers absentmindedly running circles at your hips again.

“I know you don’t.” You’re quick to speak, hands moving to rub at his shoulders. “But Kook,” you whine with an obvious pout, removing his grip off your hips before you guide his fingers to your dripping cunt, voice sweeter than candy as you watch him observing quietly. “Feel me—I’m so wet for you. Can’t I have you right now?”

A sense of relief already rushes through you when Jungkook’s fingers carefully pad at your wet lips, spreading them apart with a clear string of fluid sticking to his fingertips. “You’re soaked,” he says like you don’t already know, and you can only nod in agreement, the glossed and pouty lips never leaving your face. His cock grows harder in his pants at the feel of your hand cupping his own, hips rolling into his palm. “I won’t hurt you because we’re being eager, though.”

“Aw, come on babe,” you whimper like a little child. “I’ll let you know if it hurts...”

You watch him hesitate for a bit, playing it off when his finger sinks into your warmth. Subtle and careful at first, focusing on the way your walls tighten around the thick digit. You’re sucking him up like he’s meant to be there, silent moans hanging in the base of your throat when he starts pumping inside of you, deliciously curling at your walls. “I see what this is about,” you say with an edge cut sharp, a moan already at the tip of your tongue when his pace increases. ‘‘You’re scared you’ll bust the moment you’re in deep.”

You’re obviously teasing him. Evident in the way your heavy eyes fall down on him with a slight curve at the corners of your lips. He scoffs anyways, your words getting to him whether you’re joking or not. “Please,” he laughs, a humorless chuckle thrown in your face. “We both know I got you creaming around my cock before I even get the chance to.”

You tug a little at his long, jet black locks that were slicked back so perfectly before. Watching as his head rocks back at the action. “Show me? Make me regret assuming.”

He visibly gulps, but not out of nervosity. No, Jeon Jungkook rarely gets nervous, especially not around the woman he spent a total of six years with. Instead, he wonders what to do with you and your crazy attitude. There is a quiet dare you’re exchanging and he catches on just as fast. Never being one to sit back down on a challenge. Especially not when it comes to you and your sneaky games. Though truth be told, Jungkook can be just as devious as you do it.

“Ride me, sweetheart.”

Jungkook’s green card causes your devious lips to form back into the familiar sweeping grin while your excitement flows straight to your cunt. You palm his cock in your hand, feeling as he gets harder in your hold at the sensation. Lining him up between your lips, Jungkook is found having a hard time keeping himself sane, watching you with thoughts drowning him as the head disappears in your tight pussy, already sucking him up like you’ve never taken him before. “Good girl. Go nice and slow for me.” He grunts quietly, fingers digging harder at your sides the lower you sink down and onto his cock. “So good to me whenever you want to, hm?”

Your head falls to rest in the crook of his neck and you feel him move with you, lips at your temples waiting in anticipation. Like he expects an answer. “I’m always good to you.”

“Whenever you want to,” he corrects with a sharp edge, hands roaming over your ass in soothing circles when he can feel your hot, short cut breaths in his neck, inhaling the fresh citrus smell of his fragrance just the way you’re used to. His own chest heaves up and down in hammered motions, cock deliciously brushing against your velvety walls when you take all of him. “Fuck, so tight. Would’ve been much easier if you let me eat you out, sweetheart.”

“I can take it.” You whimper against his skin, stilling to let both of you adjust. Slumping down, chest against chest for a mere minute before you suck a sharp breath in when he reaches in between your bodies, thumb continuing to rub small and fast circles at your clit. “J- Kook,” you voice just above a whisper, his fingers circling with more pressure at your clit. “Kook...”

“What is it, baby?” He asks, voice vibrating at the shell of your ear when his lips are so painfully close. “Are you already starting to regret it? I knew you were bluffing, but damn, can’t even play pretend so soon?”

He’s mocking you with that annoying tone of voice, and everything in you wants to prove him wrong. To spare yourself the embarrassment of being caught slacking. Slowly, you start to move with his thumb still driving you insane at your clit. It’s a small and minor movement at first, making sure he feels every little drag of your walls around his angry cock before he gets the chance to open that big mouth again. Well, to be frank, it is open; pretty and plush lips slightly parted to let the moans die down on his tongue.

You remove your head off his shoulder just so you can catch the look on his face when you heave yourself up, only until his tip is inside you and the rest of his cock is already covered with your juices. He shoots you a look that tests your limits, but you’re not intimidated enough to back down and mirror him when you sink onto his cock once more. The familiar stretch of his thick shaft making both of you moan out in delight, blending perfectly together in the narrow space of his Benz.

“Fuck, Kook.”

His shoulders slump a little, eyes shutting tight and the sight of it only makes you bounce faster on his cock. His slight curve hits the sweeter, more sensitive spot with each roll of your hips and your head nearly falls back at the delicious feel. Sharpened nails dig into his blouse at the shoulders but Jungkook doesn’t seem to mind the slightest, probably too lost in his own pleasure to even notice. His tattooed hand reaches out to tug at your nipple some more, sweet moans of delight filling the air almost instantly.  

Jungkook got his veiny arm secured around the small of your waist, keeping you close enough to him to the point your breasts are pressed against his chest. Bouncing on his cock the way you do it so gracefully, you let your head fall down his shoulder, where your breaths become heavier and more ragged. “So eager for someone you claim no longer to love,” he hisses, seizing the opportunity to sink his teeth into the sensitive skin at your neck, just beneath your jaw. “Isn’t that what you said, baby? That we no longer love each other?”

“I didn’t mean it,” you groan, uttering out the words as he bites down even harder, intensifying the searing sensation in the heat of your neck.

His fingers curl at your hips, guiding them up and down above him with a delicious stretch of his cock at your walls. “So what,” he drawls, jaw twitching when your pussy tightens around him. “You said it just to say it?”

One thing about Jungkook is that, even after all these years of being married to you, he never tells you what the deal is about. You said something you weren’t supposed to? Sure thing, but he needs you to figure out what you did wrong yourself. Being the business man at heart, he has taught himself since his early college days to be straight forward and precise. Straight to the point. A no-nonsense approach with an ability to cut through the fluff. It’s a dance you’ve become familiar with. Maybe all he wants to hear is an apology, some cue that indicates a hint of regret—he himself isn’t even so sure. Maybe he just wants to know if you meant it.

Between heavy gasps and angry moans, you manage to speak, voice strained with a mix of arousal and remorse. “I... I didn’t mean it in the way you think,” you pant, the words barely audible in between your entangled bodies. “I was angry... and lashed out.”

Jungkook shudders, gripping onto you in a way that makes your hips still with only the tip of his cock inside. Your pussy pulses around nothing, desperate for the release he’s been building up so effortlessly. “Yeah?” He huffs, hips lifting off his seat to buckle into you with harsher, deeper thrusts. You can barely breathe when his pace increases and the only sound that’s filling the car is skin slapping against skin. “You just had to have the last word, didn’t you? Baby couldn’t keep her pretty mouth shut so she spews shit like that out.”

“I wasn’t thinking,” you argue back, lifting your head to meet him for a messy kiss you can’t keep up with. Not with the way his thrusts bounce you up and down his dick uncontrollably. Lips angrily dancing together like it’s your last time, moans molding together like it’s your last taste. “I didn’t mean it like that, Kook.”

Those slender, tattooed fingers run back down until he spreads your ass cheeks apart, gaining more control over you as you let him guide you throughout the thrusts. “Neither did I,” he says and you’re not entirely sure what he means by that. Rhythm becoming more focused than before, you notice his thrust seeming to slow down a little, though his dick reaches deeper, sweeter spots inside you that has you yelping into the tight air. “This pretty pussy about to cream my cock?”

You whimper with despair, head thrown back as he fucks into you from below. The tip of his dick reaches all your sweet spots each time his hips meet your ass, eliciting your head to fall back and exposing your velvety neck before him. “Fuck, yes,” Jungkook is quick to place his lips at your throat, soothingly swiveling his tongue around in circled motions. “You fill me up so well.”

“Do I?” He knows he does. Can feel how each drag of his cock in between your sweet, hot walls drives you a little more crazy. “Are you gonna make me dirty and cum all over me when I fuck you like this? Baby can’t take it?”

‘‘I can take it. Jungkook, please,’’ a lewd moan leaves your lips when his hand curls around your throat, heated and tight until he can feel you swallow against his palm.

Your pleads don’t fall on deaf ears when Jungkook firmly plants both feet to the floor, one hand tightening around your hip and the other around your throat. Lifting your hips until your warm walls are only wrapped around the tip of his cock, he pauses, locking eyes with you and keeping it there as if telling you there’s nowhere else for you to look at. He doesn’t give you any other warning before he’s thrusting into you, hips meeting your ass cheeks with force until he’s satisfied and buried to the hilt. “Keep your eyes open babe, want you looking at me while I fuck you.” He doesn’t move, keeping his cock deep inside you until you manage to pry your eyes open and meet his dark gaze, lips formed into a big O.

You do as he says, unable to get another word out when his hips draw back back, cock deliciously returning with another single, harsh thrust that got your tits bouncing up and down. It takes everything in you not to break eye contact, not to pinch your eyes to a tight close with the way he fills you so well. “Oh my God,” you choke out, barely audible as your hand wraps around his wrist by your neck, nails scratching against his sweet skin.

Jungkook sucks your whimpers up, watching your eyes grow heavier before he pounds into you again. Pace fastening with each thrust that becomes a little more precise and aimed to reach your sweet spot. Your moans grow uncontrolled and his name rolls off your lips with each thrust, the sound of your shaky breaths melting together with the sound of skin slapping against skin, the slight curve of his cock so deep in between your walls, you have a hard time keeping it together.

“I said, eyes open. Keep them on me.” Jungkook rasps out in between his own heavy breaths when your eyes shut close again. “That’s it, my pretty girl.” Lewd whimpers fill the air and he’s loving every sound that comes from you, ego swelling at each whine and each sob you throw his way. 

‘‘Fuck, Jungkook.’’ Your moans fill up the tiny space with each drag of his cock hitting your sweet spots, you don’t know how much longer you can take it when he pounds into you so deliciously.

‘‘Shit, cum for me, baby. Cream my cock.’’ He groans out loud, reconnecting your lips in a breathless kiss as he doesn’t need to tell you twice. The wave of your orgasm running through you, body tensing as your juices coat his thick cock.

He’s panting now, the feeling of your pussy clenching around him and as you coat him to the brim drives him insane. He pumps into you a couple times more before unloading inside. Your head falls back at the hot feeling of him filling you up, buried into you as he groans into the suffocating air.

It’s a funny thing, the way you and Jungkook operate.

Contrary to what many might assume, even after being together with the man for almost 7 years, you still have no idea what the fuck you’re doing. Finding yourselves grappling with a sense of uncertainty, far from a picture perfect commitment the way you’d think of marriage those years ago. It isn’t a pretty sight, but you figure either of you have gotten used to the same song, the same  rhythm that there is to your relationship, a dance of trial and error, where you stumble your way through challenges together, yet apart.

It defies logic when you put it that way. It isn’t a secret that you and Jungkook haven’t been able to make each other happy for quite some time, to put it plain and simple. Initially, the two of you were capable of hiding your worries beneath a thick blanket of luxury items and long office hours, and it’s not like much of that has changed, but the clock is ticking until Jungkook is leaving for his two-month business trip and you haven’t exchanged a word since the event two days ago. Since the heated sex in the driver’s seat of Jungkook’s Mercedez. Usually you’d just shrug it off, swearing no ignorant man of a husband is worth the wrinkles at your forehead.

So you’re not sure why you can’t seem to lift the weight of your shoulders off.

It feels wrong, that is. Wrong for Jungkook to leave you to fetch for yourself for two months without some sort of reconciliation. He tries to maintain some resemblance to your usual routine, you can tell. He continues to hold you during your sleep, an arm draped around your waist as you can hear the peaceful rhythm of his breaths. Though he isn’t close enough for you to feel his burning, bare chest against your back. He still brings back home dinner from your favorite Malay takeaway downtown, but doesn’t linger at the dinner table to make sure you eat everything to the last rice grain. He still surprises you with beaming jewelry you added to your wishlist months ago, but doesn’t stay to look how it adorns you.

Jungkook’s absence drains you.

It’s true. Not a fact you would ever admit out loud, but when push comes to shove, you might want him by your side every here and now. Yet at the end of the day, you’re a stubborn woman. Always have been and Jungkook knew it from the start. If he wanted to fix things between you before he leaves for his trip, then he would’ve done it by now.

‘‘Aren’t you supposed to be at work?’’ Your voice beams through the living room, Jungkook’s presence surprising you as you enter. Seated at the sofa, his back faces you as he’s dressed in his formal attire, elbows digging into his thighs as he’s typing away on his phone.

You linger at the arm of the sofa, gaze fixed at his side. There is a moment of silence that settles between you, filled by the quiet taps of his thumb against the screen. ‘‘My meeting got canceled,’’ he answers, voice tinged with a bit of weariness. ‘‘I only got a few hours before I have to get back.’’

The tension in your shoulders ease slightly, but your guard remains there. ‘‘Oh,’’ you respond dryly, that being all you can give him right now, turning on your heel to grab your shoes and coat and move your way out of the house.

Slipping your shoes on with your coat hanging in the crook of your arm, the car keys rumble loudly in your grip. Jungkook’s voice cuts through the air, making you halt in your steps. ‘‘I was thinking we’d see Seulgi in the meantime,’’ He calls over his shoulder, barely turning around to see you eye to eye. ‘‘I just called and she says she got a gap free for us.’’

Your brows furrow and his words hang in the air for a moment, his eyes glue back to his screen, mindlessly scrolling through it and you wonder what is going on through his head. You saunter back to the sofa, weight leaning on one leg when you stand before him again. ‘‘Right now?’’ You ask, head tilting. ‘‘I’ve got things to do, Jungkook.’’

Jungkook sighs, setting his phone aside and clasping his hands together between his thighs. He musters a smile, though it seems more ironic than genuine. ‘‘Well, it’s kind of urgent, ___,’’ He smiles with closed lips though it seems ironic. ‘‘Considering the fact that I’ll be leaving in less than a week.’’

You stand there, feeling your feet glued to the floor. ‘‘That’s not on me,’’ you manage to utter, an accusation thrown in there. It’s almost like he’s shifting the blame on you. Like you were the one to tell him to get on that boat and leave for two months. ‘‘You were the one who wanted to go on that trip, Jungkook, not me. If you wanted to see Seulgi you should’ve planned it sooner because I already made plans for today.” You call, “I can’t just reschedule them.’’

You hold his gaze, your eyes conveying a mix of frustration and disappointment. The silence that follows is heavy, charged with unspoken tension. You realize that the disconnect between you and Jungkook runs deeper than this singular moment. It's a culmination of unaddressed issues and unmet expectations that have taken a toll on your relationship. ‘‘Can’t you see that I’m trying? I just want to make things right before I leave,’’ Jungkook sighs softly, ‘‘she already said she doesn’t do virtual sessions. You know this could be the last time in a long time for us to visit?’’

Your patience wears thin when your eyes meet. He looks at you like you get to cut through the ropes, which in fact, right now you do. But again, you're not the one to distance yourself for months on end. You can’t help but blame him. ‘‘That still isn’t on me.’’

You’re fast to turn on your heel, ready to leave him in that big house. But you don’t get far when a gentle grip takes your hand in his own. He takes you by surprise, turning to look at him when his eyes find yours. His grip tightens slightly, as if to hold on to you, to keep you from slipping away. There’s a silent plea in his gaze, a plea for understanding and trying to make things right.

‘‘Why are you pushing me away?’’ His voice is quiet as he tugs at your hand, urging you to stand before him again.

‘‘I’m not,” you respond, your voice laced with a touch of defensiveness, giving up the fight to his gentle grip, where he guides you to stand between his legs.

“I’m trying to make amends,” he adds, his tone a little gentler than before. “I’m trying, but you won’t even tell me where you're going.’’

His words leave you a little hesitant, torn between the desire to hold onto your grievances and the flicker of hope that perhaps there is a chance for reconciliation. “I don’t see how it’s important where I’m off to,” you finally say, looking down at those big eyes that stare back at you. “I already made plans and that’s all there is to it.”

His grip on your hands tightens slightly, his thumb gently caressing the back of it as he searches for the right words. “It matters to me because I want to be there for us,” he says, his voice earnest. There is a vulnerability in his eyes, a genuine sincerity that tugs at your heart a little. “I leave in less than a week and I take full responsibility for that decision, but at least give me the chance to make things right before I leave.”

With a soft sigh, you release your hand from his grip and reach up to cup his face, your thumb gently brushing up his cheeks as an amused, humorless smile paints your lips. “A single, last minute session with Seulgi isn’t going to ‘make things right’, Jungkook.” You mock him, softly pinching his cheek like he’s a child. You turn your back on him, gathering your things with your shoulder bag secured beneath your arm. “If anything, it’ll just make things worse the way we do it.”

Jungkook hears the chuckle that escapes your lips but can’t bring himself to crack a smile, unable to catch the joke at hand. Sharp eyes never leave your frame as you shuffle around the living room, collecting everything you need before getting out of the house. “Fine,” his voice booms through the room as he stands up with a huff, hands at his hips. “We’ll just sit here and talk if that’s the way you want to do it.”

“And then? You think that’ll do the trick?” You retort, bitter laughter escaping your lips. You can count the amount of times you and Jungkook could’ve just sat down just to talk and fix your issues on one hand. You’ve always been here, at the house, waiting for him to finish his shifts to do exactly that. Now his meeting got canceled and suddenly he got time for you?

Jungkook’s eyebrows knit together, his own frustration rising to the surface. “I never said it would magically fix everything,” he shoots back, his tone matching your intensity. “But at least it shows that I’m trying, that I want to make things right before I leave.”

You scoff. “Trying? Is that what you call it?” Sarcasm drips off your voice when you finally turn to face him, seemingly ready to get your ass moving right then and there. “Fine. Let’s try when I get back home tonight.”

The haste kiss you place at his cheek nearly comes across as an insult, your lips barely lingering for a moment before you pull away. And just like that, you’re ready to fly out of the door, fueled by frustration and the desire to escape the argument that has consumed the room. Jungkook thinks you’re being childish, perhaps a little selfish when he watches the way you almost seem to float your way off. He understands that a two month business trip will only deepen the rift between you, but living like you’re strangers during your last days together, leaving with a packed suitcase on empty words—he doesn’t want to know what would happen in that case.

“What in the world could be a priority over an attempt to fix your relationship right now?” Jungkook’s voice rings just as your hand grips onto the doorknob, the frustration evident as his voice raises to catch your attention.

You pause on your tracks, still holding onto the doorknob with all you got. The impact of his question makes you halt, awfully familiar like you’ve heard it somewhere before. “Funny thing you ask that, considering I’ve asked myself that same question every time you head off to wherever you are needed at the time.” You retort, bitterness lacing on to every word. You hum like you’re thinking, “I never got an answer to that, by the way.”

Jungkook’s shoulders slump, his eyes searching for your understanding. “That’s because I’ve got a job. To provide for us, ___. You know that much so don’t go around acting dense, please.”

You narrow your eyes at him, the anger bubbling up inside you. “Oh, so now I’m acting dense? That’s how you see it?” The bitterness in your tone is impossible to conceal. “You can’t just use your job as an excuse every time it becomes convenient. Be fair, Jungkook, we wouldn’t even have this conversation if it wasn’t for your canceled meeting, so why make such a big deal out of this?”

His expression shifts, defensiveness crossing his face. “I do what I have to do for us,” he replies, voice tinged with frustration. “You’re right. I’m not always able to combine business and private matters the way I wish I’d be able to. But I try, and I work hard so we can live a comfortable life. Is that not important to you?”

Bitter laughter escapes you and echoes through the hall, watching as he reaches closer. “Of course it is, but I am not a second job to you. I refuse to be,” you’re quick to argue back. “We can have a talk, but it’s not going to be an easy one and we both know it. So if we’re talking, then it’s not going to be when you conveniently got a meeting that got canceled. You’re going to have to prioritize us and our issues if you really want it to work, Jungkook.”

“I’m ready to sit down and do exactly that, right now,” there is a fire that swims through his gaze as he says it, one that dares to tell you you’re in the wrong. The hesitation runs through yours, it’s all he can see the longer you lock eyes. “I’ll clear my schedule for the rest of the day if that’s what it takes, ___.”

Kim Taehyung crosses your mind.

You can’t help it; his image flashes through your head without an ounce of control. Because right in this fleeting moment, the guilt chimes at your chest as Jungkook looks at you with expectant eyes.

Truth be told, the unfamiliar man had been on your mind ever since you talked to him at the event. It had much less to do with his good looks, his charming persona and much more to do with the topics you shared, the things he had to offer. Things you thought you had let go of a long time ago with a heavy heart and a hard pillow to swallow.

Modeling was no longer part of the game for you. It’s one thing you accepted a long time ago. The first night after the event took place, you managed to ignore that gnawing feeling in the pit of your stomach, thinking that feeling would be gone in the morning, where all you had to worry about again was you and Jungkook, only to wake up and his offer being the first thing you could think of. You couldn’t get your mind off it even if you truly wanted to. Unable to help yourself, you couldn’t think of your meeting with Taehyung as much of a coincidence. Not when he was linked to your world of fame, to all the people you had let go of; the colleagues, the creative editors, the artists that you were once part of.

His card burnt the inner pockets of your handbag that night.

“Where are you heading off to that makes you want to say no?” Jungkook’s question pierces through your thoughts, jolting you back to the present as his voice brims with curiosity, his eyes searching for answers. Yet, you hesitate to respond, uncertain if revealing the truth would only complicate matters further.

“It’s nothing important, just personal matters.” You reply vaguely, avoiding his gaze.

The room descends into an uneasy silence, the tension thickening in the air. Jungkook senses your hesitation, his face contorted with frustration. “___, please,” he implores, voice tinged with hints of despair. “Personal matters? I’m your husband.”

Jungkook’s words strike a chord within you, the weight of his statement hanging heavily in the air. It’s not that you don’t want to tell Jungkook about Taehyung, about the session he promised you. It’s just that this is also something new to you. You don’t know what you want yet, you don’t know where this newfound opportunity with Taehyung might lead to. Discussing this with Jungkook only makes everything so much more official and binding.

“I met someone at the event—the photographer,” you confess, your voice barely above a whisper. “Do you remember him? His name is Taehyung,”

“Taehyung,” he repeats quietly, the question mark still visible at his forehead. His lips purse, searching your eyes for more clarity. “Yes, I remember him. What does this mean, ___?”

You can hear the impatience getting to him, the tension mounting between you both. “It means… we got to talking while you were networking with your coworkers,” you say, the statement leaving your lips a little saltier than you intended to. “So, the topic of modeling kind of came up in the conversation. Did you know he works with Minnie?”

“Minnie Chang? As in, your modeling agent?” His brows furrow, voice quiet enough for you to know this isn’t good news to him.

“Yes, her.” You nod along, unable to help the excitement growing at your chest. “Turns out Taehyung has been working with her on projects for some time. Crazy, isn’t it? I mean, he still thinks I have some potential in the industry after all those years of neglecting it. He even gave me his card that night, says there’s no strings attached to it.”

“And now you’re off to a shoot with the guy himself,” he huffs as his arms fall limp to his sides, hands at his hips as he searches your eyes for something you can’t place. “I don’t get it, ___. I thought we agreed you were done modeling? You want to dive back into that world even though we got our own shit to sort out?”

“I know what we agreed on,” you argue back, taking a sharp breath. “It’s nothing big, Taehyung said so himself. It’s a one-time shoot and if I decide to do something with it, then I will.” His eyes tell you all you need to know, they’re sharp and dig into your skull. You drop your keys into your back with a sigh of disbelief. You can’t believe he’s doubting you right now. “But I know I won’t. It’s a one-time thing. It’s not like I’m looking for a fulltime job, Jungkook.”

Jungkook’s frustration is palpable as he clenches his jaw, his voice tinged with bits of disappointment. ���One-time thing or not, it’s about the principle, ___.’’ He says, more sternly than you’re used to when it comes to him. ‘’Seems like you’re ready to push our problems to the side this once. So why not twice? Or three or four times every time they'll call you in for another shoot?’’

You scoff, brow arching upon his daring words. Turning on your heel, you dart out of the door, beams of sun hit your face instantly. ‘‘You’re one to speak.’’ A humorless chuckle leaves your throat, the sour smile on your face still there even though it feels like it’s crumbling. ‘‘You’d finally know how that feels, then. When the person who is supposed to be there every step on the way just neglects you with a snap of the finger,’’ you angrily mumble, his own feet rushing after yours towards the car. You spin around once you reach it, feeling he’s hot on your tail. ‘‘It doesn’t feel good, I know, baby,’’ you say, voice laced with exasperation, ‘‘but you’re off on that trip in just a few days. Either of us are gonna have to get used to that feeling, whether we like it or not.’’

Jungkook’s footsteps slow down as he reaches to stand before you, towering over your smaller frame. ‘‘You can’t be serious,’’ he blurts, gesturing a hand towards his chest. ‘’Can’t you see that I’m making an effort? It’s not easy for me either, ___. I don’t want us to be apart any more than you do. So why push me away for some random shoot that just fell into your hands?’’

‘‘Because this,’’ a pointy finger swivels between your chests, emphasizing the growing divide. ‘‘This isn’t working.’’ The weight of your words press down on you, a heaviness settling in your chest. ‘‘It isn’t, and we’re still holding onto the last thread like it is. You and I need to come up with a new strategy or so help me God, we won’t last. Taehyung gave me an opportunity that night and I’m trying not to be miserable in this house, Kook. That’s all there is to it, I need distraction too.’’

You can tell he’s holding back. Can tell by the way he sucks in his tongue, jaw sharpening because of it as his lips turn into a tight line. ‘‘So this is it, then?’’ He asks, crossing his arms with a puffed chest. ‘‘Let’s stop trying and just hope for the best because you need a little something to distract yourself with. Correct?’’

“Don’t twist my words.” You snap, meeting his fierce gaze as the intensity of the moment grounds you both. “Fuck it. I’m not gonna stand here and listen to you accusing me of shit I didn’t even say,” you delve in your handbag, swearing you left your car keys somewhere in there.

You’re obviously hitting his last nerve. It’s clear, evident in the way he holds his index finger to his nose like he’s thinking. Frowned, sharp brows and a tight line of his lips as he weighs his weight to one leg. “We’re never gonna solve any of our shit if we keep running from it.” He says through gritted teeth, holding himself back from raising his voice at the driveway. “Do you want to make your point clear, is that it? Because I fucking got it. I’m a shit husband who puts zero time and effort into his relationship. I fucking got it. But I’m trying to get somewhere now,” he watches as you dig deeper into your bag, unable to focus on the task at hand with him fuming before you. “And now that I am, you’re feeding yourself into delusions because you want to be petty and are determined to make me feel the same way? Is that really what you’d rather do today, ___?”

“Please,” you repeat with a loud scoff, gaze burning into his. “Believe it or not, baby, but my world doesn’t revolve around you,” you pinch his cheek in a mocking manner, not shocked when he’s quick to tear your touch off him. “Or at least, I’m trying not to make you my first priority, considering you’ve stopped doing that a while ago. If it taught me one thing over the years, it must be that it made me fucking miserable. Blame me all you want for not wanting to feel that way. I don’t give a fuck.”

“Baby,” he sings sweetly, a hand at your cheek as he makes sure your eyes stay locked together. He captures the fire blazing in your eyes, burning into his skull. “We can drop the big-girl act right now and head inside. I mean it,” he says, pushing a piece of hair behind your ear. “Right now it’s your word against mine. I’ll pour us something to drink and we’ll sit down. Just you and me, that's all we need.”

You jerk away from his touch, the intensity of the moment still pulsing between you. Drop the act? You’re seething. Jeon Jungkook always finds a way to make the steam blow out of your ears. “I don’t need anything from you.” You snap without missing a beat, thankful for the way you’re magically able to find your car keys in one of the side pockets of your bag.

For a moment, silence hangs in the air, heavy with unresolved tension. You watch as his lips part, looking for words to argue with, but nothing comes out. It feels like a confirmation when it happens. You need to be anywhere but with him right now, and so does he.

Kim Taehyung is nothing like Jungkook.

It’s an obvious matter of fact which you can’t help but examine into detail. Taehyung’s fragrance fans you off in a refined way, a gentle and classy blend of notes that seems to match that charismatic, boxy smile he keeps sending your way. And while Jungkook usually dresses in formal designer attire, woody essence hanging in the crooks of his neck, Taehyung dresses not only to impress, but also to express his artistic soul. Loose button up tucked in black trousers that sway at his legs with each step, it comes to showcase his vibrant and flowy persona. The color palette, combined with that perfect set of teeth represents his chic, suave ways of working. It comes to contrast Jungkook entirely.

Maybe you notice it because you’ve nearly spent a decade with the man. By his side day in and day out with a commitment beautifully decorating your ring finger, straight to a point where you could no longer see through each other’s flaws. And maybe that is where Taehyung comes in as a fresh breath of air. Even now that you’ve only seen the man twice in a lifetime, you only seem to focus on all the ways he seems to differ from Jungkook.

Do you feel guilty about the fact you’re watching Taehyung like a hawk, the lens on him a little too focused to point out all the things Jungkook isn’t? Not really. Right now, you don’t really feel anything. You drove over to Taehyung’s studio with half a heart racing against your ribcage, all the things you and Jungkook told each other in the back of your mind even as you arrived. Fifteen minutes late and dissolved hair that seemed like a hand has been through it a couple times.

Taehyung didn’t question it and you’re thankful he kept quiet. The last thing you need to have on your mind is Jungkook. Not his angry words, not even yours. And the charming photographer did a great job at keeping your mind off him the first hour of the session, it’s not his fault.

“You hate them.” Taehyung declares at your side, the camera in his hands falling down to his lap in a defeated manner. He’s seated at the corner of the table, one leg dangling off it right next to your high chair.

“It’s not that I hate them,” you murmur, your voice barely audible over the distant hum of the studio. Taehyung’s gaze lingers on you, his eyes holding onto a sense of curiosity. You feel the weight of his unwavering attention, and for a moment, Jungkook is all you can think of. “It’s more like I had forgotten how good this feels... all of this. Really, your shots are amazing. I guess I’m just kind of in shock.”

A tiny smile creeps up at the corners of his lips, eyes never leaving yours. “It’s only half the work with a model like you,” he snickers cutely, nudging at your side. “And I don’t want to make this an I-knew-it-better-moment, but... I kind of told you so from the start.”

You can’t help but return his smile. “I know, you’re a genius.”

“Your words, not mine.” Taehyung holds his hands up in defense, the smile that’s teasing at his lips enough to tell you he agrees. “So, what do you say? I’ve got a few empty portfolios in the back, we could print some of these photos out and make it yours.”

The wink he throws your way doesn’t go by unnoticed, his sneaky, encouraging grin filled with enthusiasm as he waits for you with a glimmer in his eyes. Your heart swells at the sight, lower belly piling with excitement at the idea of physically holding today’s shoot in your hands. Though the hesitation creeps at you, as if something stops you from letting that excitement flow out. “I don’t know, Taehyung…” You mumble, a toothy smile on your face even though it doesn’t reach your eyes. “I’m gonna have to take that map home with me, and I’m gonna stare at those pictures for hours. It’ll drive me insane.”

Taehyung quirks a brow. “That’s the point.”

“Yeah, I know,” you murmur quietly, and Taehyung is unable to pry his eyes off you, the grin from before now fading off and replaced with a concerned frown. “I know that’s the point. It’s just that... I don’t know. I’m going to want more.”

It takes a second before your words work through but the grin eventually works its way back onto his lips. Wide and closed-lipped with big effort, Taehyung fights hard to hold his toothy smile back, biting at his bottom lip to prevent it from happening. It’s cute how the little confession slips off your tongue and you’re so scared to see what the outcome could be. Taehyung shuffles at his seat at the corner of the table, shoulders relaxing. ‘‘I’ll give you more.’’ He says, and suddenly his cheeky demeanor is gone, looking at you like he’s closing down a deal.

You press your lips together but he can see the way you’re trying to hold your laughter back. ‘‘Taehyung, be serious.’’

‘‘I’m serious, ___.’’ He says, and it’s like he pronounces your name in slow motion. His pink lips pout a little as if he’s deep in thoughts, head tilting while your eyes lock. ‘‘I don’t see why not? You haven’t been on the job for years, the pictures obviously show that it comes to you like second nature… we’re a great team too, can’t deny that one.’’ He smiles charmingly, and it now results in you biting your bottom lips to prevent the cheeky smile from reappearing. ‘‘So, yes. I’d give you more if that’s what you wanted.’’

‘‘This is insane.’’ You nearly whisper, head shaking. ‘‘I mean, this is crazy, Taehyung. I’m not a model anymore. I can't just pick up where I left off, it’s been literal years and I probably just shouldn’t even think about it.’’

His shoulder leans into you, watching you ramble from beneath his black curls like he sees right through you. ‘‘Because of your marriage?” He asks, eyes shifting downward before he meets yours again and you’re uncertain where exactly they shifted towards, but it might be better if you don’t know.

You chuckle lightly, not expecting him to be so straightforward. ‘‘I mean, sure. Jungkook’s my husband, he has some say about any of this.’’

‘‘Sure he does. But here’s a problem,’’ he says, a pointy finger in the air before it drops back to his lap. ‘‘You’re scared he won’t understand the purpose of it. Scared that he won’t be supporting you in all the ways you’ll need him. Right? Considering your husband is… sort of a prick. More or less.’’

You send him a scolding glare, one that’s not too hard on him looking at how you sketched Jungkook out to be that way in Taehyung’s eyes. ‘‘Tae,’’ you say quietly, ‘‘I know I mentioned some things about Jungkook back at the event, but really, he isn’t a jerk. Not a prick, or any of that sort. That’s only okay for me to say.’’ You add the lighthearted joke to keep the good atmosphere in the room. After all, you don’t blame him for thinking of Jungkook as a bad guy.

‘‘I get it, I’m overstepping my boundaries here.’’ He holds his hands up in the air, admitting defeat with that charming smile on his face. ‘‘But I’m just saying, ___. Relationships are important–marriage is important. But here’s the thing about you,’’ he pauses, voice lowering. ‘‘You have talent, undeniably so. I’ve captured it all today. And I truly believe that sometimes, you have to pursue your passions regardless of the risks. Regardless of anyone else if this is what feels right to you.’’ Taehyung holds his hands to his chest like he’s speaking from the heart and it makes you nervous how he says all these things like it’s so easy. So effortless to see the man you spend the last six years with as a risk.

Truth is, yes: Kim Taehyung sees right through you. He is right all along and you wouldn’t know how Jungkook would respond to making this whole ordeal a regular thing. Hell, you don’t even know how you’re supposed to react to it. With how shaky your relationship has become as of lately, how each one of your problems have circulated back to Jungkook’s office job some way or another, it’s hard to tell if the opportunity Taehyung offers you would truly work in your favor.

You take a deep breath, contemplating Taehyung’s words and the weight of them. The room falls into a brief silence though it isn’t pressuring, not trying to suffocate you for once. It’s not that you doubt the talent or passion that lingers within you, but you wonder if it’s worth anything if it means it would only dig your relationship deeper in the ground, especially when you and Jungkook are already trying so hard to climb out of that hole.  

‘‘It’s not something you have to figure out right now.’’ Taehyung shrugs, a reassuring smile at his lips when he catches him losing you. ‘‘I just want you to know you can always give me a call. I’d be down for anything going forward, ___.’’

You can hear the hope in Taehyung’s voice and you wonder why he tries so hard to make you understand. You appreciate it, though you wonder. You just figure he’s a good guy with a good heart.

‘‘You know, you can print those photos out.’’ You say, back straightening as you catch how it throws the guy off guard a bit, his brows rising. ‘‘I had these crazy ideas for the cover of my portfolio, anyway. Might as well put them to good use and take it home with me.’’

You even surprise yourself as the words spill from your lips, though you have no intention to take them back. You suppose this is what you want. Otherwise you wouldn’t have said it. Taehyung’s eyes almost seem to lighten up. ‘‘I knew you were a smart one.’’

And that’s how you’re ushering Taehyung towards the printer in the corner of his minimal studio before he can make any more smart comments. He reassures you some more time, sensing your absence as silence falls over you once more, insecurities still nagging at you even when you convince yourself this small step could lead to something good. Something bigger. At one point, it’s just the sound of the printer rapidly inking the paper as the both of you stand there on the side in silence. It’s not an uncomfortable feeling. But you’d say it’s rather an unfamiliar one. Taehyung never does anything to make you feel like a fish out of the water, he makes sure of it and you’re grateful for that.

Joy swells at your chest, leading to butterflies filling up your lower belly. Not because of Taehyung; even as you see right through his charming looks or flirtatious brown eyes, but because he saw something in you that night of the event that made a spark of inspiration flow. Thinking back at how easy it’s been with him, how you haven’t even met the man a week ago and how you’re now here, in his studio working on things you once called passion for—it drives you crazy.

‘‘You know what? We should celebrate,” he calls and the sound of his voice throws you off guard. “With some wine, I mean. You like red?’’

And that’s how you and Taehyung end up popping a bottle of Riunite Lambrusco in the middle of his studio. The curly haired man says he always has some sort of beverage stored in the back in case of celebration, and you believe him. His character is like a breath of fresh air. He goes with the flow, you can tell, that being all you’ve been doing in the past days you introduced yourselves to one another. One hand dug deep in the pocket of his voguish trousers and the next thing you know, you’ve finished up a shoot and are setting up your portfolio together.

You like Taehyung.

You’ve come to the conclusion that you do.

Conversation flows well, even after only a couple sips of the wine he poured you. Conversation has been flowing well since the start of today’s shoot, but now that you get to sit down, look him in the eye and get to know him better, you can tell you’ve got that chemistry. The air in Taehyung’s studio feels lighter, almost ethereal, as you sit comfortably at the foldable, rusted party table and squeaky chairs he pulled from the back. Only after apologizing a handful of times, his nearly empty studio only holding onto lightning and his required equipment as you sit in the middle of it. It’s not his day to day workplace, he told you, though you keep telling him there’s something to it. The minimal yet intimate air lingers and it makes you feel good on the inside.

There’s an effortless ease to your interactions, you’re not sure what it is that he does, but he does it. Taehyung’s laughter resonates in the room, infectious and sincere whenever he talks. You find yourself opening up to him, discussing your ambitions, as well as your fears. There’s a certain comfort in his presence, as if he intuitively grasps the struggles you’ve been facing and offers you a safe space to let it out.  

‘‘This is one of my favorites,’’ Taehyung leans back in his chair, one leg over the other as he brings his glass back to his lips. Your portfolio is sprawled out over the entire surface of the tiny table, resulting in you to lean over with your own glass in one hand. You follow his gaze, falling on the picture of you that’s taken from an upper angle, open palms directed to the camera and glued to your cheeks. ‘‘This one makes it seem like you never quit modeling–it’s probably something in the eyes. They’re captivating.’’

You feel your cheeks heat up as you peer at the photograph. It’s true, the image captures a certain intensity in your eyes, a spark that evokes passion. It reminds you of the days where modeling was your world, where it was your only ambition and when you were fully immersed.

‘‘I mean it.’’ He says when he notices the curl of your lips, unknown what to do or say next. ‘‘You’ve got the kind of eyes that would draw anyone in, don’t you know?’’ He enjoys seeing you so flustered, enjoys seeing how you turn in somebody new, so different from the woman he first got to know at the event. He almost feels proud for bringing this side out of you.

You take a moment to collect your thoughts, Taehyung’s compliment leaving a cute flutter in your chest. You glance at the photo again, studying the intensity in your eyes like he described. ‘‘Thank you, Taehyung.’’ You reply sincerely, ‘‘I guess all of this is still kind of surreal to me. Didn’t think I’d find myself in a studio ever again, you know? It’s kind of a big deal to me.’’

‘‘I get that.’’ He says slowly, and you swear his voice drops a few octaves because of it. Leaning over the tiny table with folded arms, wine glass before you. Your eyes lock and neither of you care to say anything for another moment.

The afternoon carries on and shifts into an evening where the sun has already set before you can comprehend it. Taehyung’s squeaky party chair leaves an uncomfortable sting at your ass but you don’t mind, barely notice the feel when the nearly empty wine bottle sits there to stare at you both. A little liquid layer of red wine left over and waiting for you to finish as you hang onto Taehyung’s every word. Hang onto his tongue as he speaks of his experiences within the industry, speaks of everything you’ve been missing out on the past few years. You feel like that girl in highschool again, reading through Vogue magazines in between classes and cutting your favorite models out to stick it on to your moodboard when you were supposed to work on your homework.

Yes, you look up to Taehyung. It was inevitable from the beginning. You believe so, because Kim Taehyung’s the only connection you have right now who dives right back to that world. That world you’ve been dreaming of for so long and once made true. And not only that, but he was also the first person in a long time who saw you for anybody else than the wife of. Say you’re being dramatic, but it’s no more than the truth. Taehyung gave you an opportunity within the first ten minutes of truly knowing who you were. It says something about him. Something good that makes you feel like you can handle a lot more than you think.

You at 9.38 PM | Hi, I had a lil wine and I’m jus a little tipsy, but I probably shouldn’t be driving

You at 9.40 PM | do you think you can come over and pick me up?

Read at 9:40 PM.

You lay your phone flat on the table as you lean back into your seat with a loud huff. Copying you, his head tilts slightly. “I could just drive you home, you know that right? No need for him to drive all the way over here.”

“There’s that, but you’ve already done so much for me today.” You shake your head, a smile tugging at the edges of your lips. “Really, there’s nothing you could do right now that would make me any happier.”

It’s true. Kim Taehyung made you the happiest woman alive today. 

It doesn’t take very long before you hear the shut of a car door right outside, followed by impatient knocks at the front.

“The one and only.” Taehyung murmurs with a teasing smile your way, lazily getting up from his seat before he moves to the door.

The door flies wide open and revealed behind it is your husband, hands at both his hips as his dress shirt stretches across his chest at the movement. He leans his weight onto one leg, analyzing the man before him. “Right here, sir,” Taehyung comes to stand beside him, stepping outside and pointing to something that’s out of your view. “I’ve got a doorbell. For future references.”

You catch the playful smile that’s tugging onto the corners of Taehyung’s lips and so does Jungkook. “Thanks,” he mumbles quietly as he steps inside the small studio, fast to catch your eye from your seat at the table. “But I’m just here to pick up my wife.”

Jungkook’s steps sound heavy in the nearly empty space, leather designer shoes tapping against the flooring with a slight echo at each stride. He ends up in front of you by the table but doesn’t say anything, though you see his lips are pursed and cheeks are sucked in. Hands hiding in the pockets of his dress pants, you notice how his aura comes with a change of atmosphere. Let that be his body language, the strict look on his face, or maybe even the way you react to his presence—you know the change didn’t just come falling out of the sky.

You snap out of it when Taehyung closes the door behind him with a soft thud, followed by awkward silence. Your chair screeching against the floor comes next. “Taehyung,” you move around the table, coming to stand next to your husband and locking arms. “This is my husband, Jungkook.” The man on your side doesn’t care to return your touch. No arm at the small of your back, barely another look your way when he’d rather look anywhere else with pulled brows. “Jungkook, this is Taehyung. The photographer I told you about. He’s been doing such an amazing job at running today’s shoot.”

Being the bigger person in the room, Taehyung steps in to stretch out a hand, back curving slightly. “It’s good to meet you, I’ve only heard so much.”

Jungkook only provides him a nod of acknowledgment with each childish nerve that still runs through his body, ignoring eye contact like he’s still sixteen and his mama taught him no manners. You watch as Taehyung’s hand dissolves into a loose fist and falls to his side in defeat, you send him an apologetic smile to make up for it but he brushes it aside with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Alright, I guess we should leave.” You break through the ice, hand falling at your side as you roam around to search for your bag. You reach for the curly haired man once everything’s settled, and even though Jungkook didn’t care enough to return your touch before, you catch him tonguing his cheek when you reach out for Taehyung. “Thanks again. Really, I had a blast.”

“No more than I did.” He gives you his signature smile, the one that would leave many weak in the knees.

You bid your goodbyes, telling each other to get home safely as Jungkook watches from the side. You hug Taehyung tightly before you leave, an embrace where your arms are secured around his neck and his hands appropriately rest at your back.

It’s when you and Jungkook step out when you halt in the middle of the doorway, your portfolio that was secured beneath your arm now pushed into his chest. “Oh, Taehyung!” You turn around, hair sweeping against Jungkook with the sharp turn you take. Taehyung watches you with curious, slightly widened eyes. “Is it okay for me to give you a call later this week? I’d really love to repeat what we did today some time soon.”

His features relax, familiar grin returning. “You can always give me a call.” He smiles cutely. “Hit my line, I’ll have time for you, ___.”

Insecurity is not something Jungkook has had to worry about in the past, and certainly not now. Not when it came to you, not when you were entirely his, and he was entirely yours without any second thoughts. And he still trusts you completely, trust isn’t the issue. Insecurities aren’t the issue, either. And maybe, Kim fucking Taehyung isn’t what bothers him. Maybe it’s the way you seem to admire him, remembering that twinkle in your eyes from a long time ago. Remembering that smile you rarely save for Jungkook to see these days.

So, yes. Jungkook feels a weird tingle in the pit of his stomach like he’s being teased. Like it’s your first month of dating and he’s back in college again. Standing on the side like this, waiting for you to finish the conversation, the bitterness can only creep up on him at this point.

Your photographer just had to look like an underwear model.

The drive back home is worse than when Jungkook came to pick you up. He isn’t saying a word and neither are you, but he seems to be the only one bothered by it. With one hand at the steering wheel, he catches a glance at you on his side. Your nose digs into the map Taehyung gave you to bring home and your focus holds so much, you don’t even notice him staring. He can’t see much of what’s on the inside, not with the sun that has already set and the darkness that has consumed his sight.

Once you arrive home, Jungkook makes a beeline to the bedroom and you don’t put in much effort to run after the man. You store the portfolio someplace safe, where you’re sure nothing could spill or damage it in any way. It’s undeniable how today’s events made you feel like an absolute doll. Maybe it’s the after effects, or maybe it’s the fact that you’re running your entire skincare routine with droplets of water from your shower still dripping from your wet hair. It doesn’t really matter. You’ve been feeling like a pretty girl all day and you want to continue feeling that way.

It’s evident in the way you choose to wear the prettiest slip dress you can find hanging in your closet, the satin material cutting off just beneath the swell of your ass. It’s a piece Jungkook bought you a while ago during one of his first trips away, coming home with a Dior bow wrapped around the luxury packaging and a boyish smile dragging up the edges of his lips. It’s been his favorite ever since. Always loved how the fabric hugged your every curve, the way your nipples seemed to pinch right through. The way his eyes were unable to rip his gaze off you.

It’s when you enter the bedroom as Jungkook’s broad back meets you, seated at the edge of the queen sized bed with his elbows resting atop his thighs. He doesn’t bat an eye as he feels the bed dip behind him. Your knees dig into the fluffed sheets as you reach closer, heaving a loud sigh like you’re calling out for him.

“You don’t like him, do you?” you hum sweetly, pausing when your front is pressed against his back, heat radiating between you. It’s obvious who you’re referring to, hands travel at his both sides before you embrace him from beneath his arms. “Taehyung is a talented guy, don’t be so hard on him.” You chuckle at his ear, leaving a single, soft peck at his cheek. “Maybe you should flip through the portfolio we put together. You’ll really see him in a different light then, trust me.”

Manicured fingers fumble around until they reach the lowest button of his blouse. Starting from the bottom, you undo it, and you can hear the subtle sigh coming from his nose, jaw set tight as his teeth grind together. You press a trail of wet kisses to his warm skin rather than commenting on it, right below his earlobe reaching lower towards the sweet spots in his velvety neck, nails teasing at his stomach as you continue to unbutton his shirt. Jungkook is holding back, you can tell by the way his head tilts your way and eyes close at the feel of your lips buried deep in his neck, tits pressing at his backside as your hands are all over him, eagerly fumbling with his shirt–not giving into your touch. Not yet.

‘‘You’re still in your work clothes,’’ you hum in his neck, as if it isn’t already obvious. His dress pants tighten around his thick thighs each time he sits down and it’s your favorite thing in the world, the outline of his hardening crotch a little more visible with each gentle nip of your teeth against his skin.

“Yeah,” he sighs. ‘’Just in case my tipsy wife couldn’t drive her way back home again and I’d end up changing clothes anyway,’’ Jungkook simply says, even if the bitter edge to his statement doesn’t go missed by you.

You chuckle cutely, the sweet sound roaming at his ear. Is that why he’s upset? ‘‘Okay, alright.’’ You breathe lightly, sliding the light fabric of his shirt off his broad shoulders, his hot and inked almond skin on full display when you settle for less, throwing the piece to the side. Playful pecks follow at his shoulder blade, tender and deliberate. You trail your fingers lightly along the curves of his muscular back until you decide you had enough, rounding him until you straddle him, both legs on his either side. Cupping his face, you make him lock eyes. ‘‘I’m sorry for the late night drive. I probably shouldn’t have drunk as much as I did,’’ you confess softly, voice laced with a hint of mischief, hips carefully beginning to roll against his. ‘‘But I promise to behave next time, okay?’’

With his face cupped in your hands, you press your lips against his to pull him in a longing kiss, lingering a little longer than usual. You can tell he’s tired, that he doesn’t have much energy left over to deal with you, though your lips dance in unison anyway. Sweetly sucking onto your bottom lip like he’s hungry and you’re a free buffet. You watch as you detach from him, his eyes fluttering open after. “You’re in a good mood.” Jungkook hums with heavy lidded eyes on yours.

‘‘That’s because I had a good day.’’ You sing gently. Your wide, toothy smile would usually be one thing that he believes could halt anyone in their tracks. Though he beats you to it as you reach for another peck at the lips.

‘‘Hm, yeah?’’ He asks, head tilting. And even though his thumbs start caressing sweet circles at your exposed thigh, disappearing beneath the rich satin of your nightdress, all you can focus on is the tight line of his lips. The slight pinch between his brows. ‘‘My day was less fun, baby.’’

Your playful demeanor shifts at the seriousness of his tone, the straight face he gives you as he examines your every move unable to go unnoticed by you. It’s not like you’ve forgotten about the argument you had earlier today. It’s just that you’ve been in a position where you came as a second option to him all the time, so when the roles were reversed this morning, you didn’t have it in you to feel bad. Still, with a sympathetic expression, you lean in closer, a gentle whisper against his lips. ‘‘You want to tell me about it?’’ you ask, fully prepared to hear about all the ways he felt when you left the house like you haven’t been through it yourself.

He keeps his eyes on you for a minute longer and you can’t seem to figure out what is going through his head. Neither of you say anything and he keeps you in the dark for a moment, staring at you with those heavy lidded eyes that don’t bring you much further. “I’d drive around town to pick you up in the middle of the night, ___. You could call me at 3 in the fucking morning and I’d be there without another word.” Jungkook’s fingers tighten at your hips, gaze flickering to your lips. His voice is stern, like he’s preaching. You merely stare back at him with those big eyes of yours, like you wouldn’t have an idea where he’s going with this. “Late night drives don’t bother me at all.”

“Okay,” you pause carefully, head tilting to indicate you’re listening. “Then what does?” Two hands go through his black locks, pushing the hair out of his face as you begin to massage his scalp. The feel of your nails against his scalp is always so reassuring to him, even though not a hint of reassurance paints his face right now.

His lips press together. Why does he have to chew it out for you? You can’t seem to figure it out yourself and Jungkook’s patience is running on thin ice. It’s not a combination either of you like to see. “Don’t you know it’s inappropriate to keep employees on the job so long after business hours? It’s unprofessional, ___.” He drops the bomb, causing the fingers that are running through his hair to slow down. “Why didn’t you tell me you’d be home late?”

You can’t help but let out a chuckle. “I wasn’t working, Jungkook.” You laugh, though his mood doesn’t lighten up. “Taehyung and I were celebrating–it’s my first modeling job in years. We kind of had to.”

“With wine?”

You halt at the shift in his tone, at his voice that’s laced with accusation. The single brow that arches up his forehead as if he’s searching for a reason to be angry, to find fault in your actions. ‘‘Yes, with wine,’’ you reply, maintaining your composure. ‘‘What’s the issue? You drink wine with your colleagues all the time.’’

The air in the room becomes tense as he continues to scrutinize you, eyes burning with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine. ‘‘At social gatherings, yes. Not one-on-one in a room the size of my kitchen cabinet, ___, come on. What are you even on?’’

‘‘What am I on?’’ You repeat and pull away from him, back straightening as your hands fall to your lap. ‘‘Jungkook, I'm not on anything. I don’t know what you’re insinuating but I was simply celebrating a milestone with a very professional guy. You do that all the time. Is that so wrong when I do it?’’

His gaze remains fixed on you, his expression hardened. ‘‘It’s not about right or wrong,’’ he retorts, his voice sharper than it has been all night. ‘‘I’m just saying this guy is not your colleague, he’s not your coworker. He’s just some guy you met a couple days ago. I would have appreciated it if you had considered our relationship before indulging in a late-night celebration with another man.’’

Your eyes widen at his words, blood starting to boil when you cross your arms, jaw locked tightly. ‘‘Either you’re being very jealous and fucking possessive right now, or you’re making me feel like you don’t trust me.’’ You say, tone firm. ‘‘And it better not be the latter, Jungkook. Because we’ve been together for way too long to be worrying about this type of shit.’’

You watch him with anticipation but he doesn’t give you an answer right away. Just stares at you with those stern, dark eyes and raises a single eyebrow like you’ll have to figure it out yourself. ‘‘Oh my God,’’ you mumble in disbelief, flying off his lap and ripping his touch off you.

‘‘It’s not you I don’t trust,’’ he heaves a sigh, arms resting atop his knees as his hands intertwine. ‘‘I trust you, I always have trusted you. But him? I don’t know that guy, ___.’’ He points at the door with a flat hand. ‘‘And I’m not an insecure guy, you know that. I got nothing against him, but when you chose that guy to go to earlier this morning even after I told you I was ready to sit down and talk things through, then yes, it hurt my fucking pride. You just turned your back on me.’’

His words hang in the air as you stand there, his frustration and vulnerability obvious. ‘‘I’ve been in a position where I came as a second option to you before. Multiple times, Jungkook, don’t you forget that.’’ You scold him, keeping your voice calm. ‘‘You’re always scheduling meetings, saying yes to promotions and extra hours. Taking on additional responsibilities when you know our relationship can’t afford it right now… I’ve been ready to fix us for a long time, and I’d be the first one in line to give us all the closure we’re reaching out for.’’

You hover over him with the way he’s still seated, continuing. ‘‘But I’m not a puppet. You can’t just pull me out of the closet whenever it comes in handy, and you suddenly feel like talking things out. Like, you leave for that trip in four days and you feel like now is the time to talk things through?’’

He pauses, not uttering a single word for what feels like an eternity. His palms rub together like he’s in deep thought. And for a moment, you imagine what it would be like if your words finally seemed to work through, if they finally made an impact on him. You give him the time to process in silence, watching over him like a hawk, crossed arms over your chest.

‘‘Are you still going to see him while I’m away?’’ He finally asks, voice barely audible. His gaze fixates on a certain spot in the room, avoiding direct eye contact with you.

‘‘I don’t know, probably.’’ You huff, arms falling to your sides and losing all the hope you gathered before. ‘‘Are we still talking about Taehyung? I don’t see how this is relevant to the conversation we’re having.’’

‘‘It’s important to me,’’ Jungkook asserts, standing up from his seat and sauntering up to you with deliberate, measured steps. He takes you by the hand, guiding you a few steps further into the bedroom until you both stand in front of the full-length mirror leaning against the wall. He places his hands on your hips and continues to wrap his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. ‘‘I need to know your answer before I give you your gift.’’

You blink slowly. A sense of weariness washes over you. ‘‘My what?’’

Jungkook holds you tightly, his front glued to your back like you’ll shrug him off anytime soon. His chest holds onto the same warmth it always has, radiating it to you and you’re instantly warming up at the feel. ‘‘You smell so good,’’ he digs his nose into a sweet spot at your neck, ignoring your confused state when he sniffs at your skin. Vanilla sugar scrub. The one he included in your valentine’s gift only a few years back, before you had gotten married. You had told him you loved it back then. And at first he thought you said it just to say it, up until the moment you started to swim in vanilla, only lasting a week or two with the product. Your brand new, shared bathroom permanently smelling like sweet vanilla and sugar, smelling like you.

You asked him where he bought it, but he wouldn’t tell. Don’t be such a guy, you told him. You had enough time in the world to run to the store and get it yourself. But he wouldn’t budge. Jungkook wanted to be the one to keep buying it for you. He wanted to be your guy; the one who bought you your vanilla sugar body scrub. And he has done it ever since he promised himself to become that guy. The one who made sure there’s a refilled bottle at your bathroom counter every month.

Jungkook places a sweet kiss on your collarbone. ‘‘It’d make me feel so good to have you on the trip, in my suite… smelling like this.’’ He says softly, veiny hands traveling over the thin, silky material of your dress until they get to slip underneath. Drawing gentle circles over your skin as you can only see the top of his head through the mirror with the way he buries his face in your neck. ‘‘I would be exhausted after working all day, but it’d be worth it. Don’t you think?’’

‘‘Jungkook…’’ He doesn’t give you much time to continue when his lips press against your skin. Wet, loud and lewd pecks left in an unfamiliar pattern down your neck.

Jungkook hums in the crook of your neck. ‘‘Maybe a change in environment would do us good.’’ His fingertips tickle you when they continue to feel you up, curling around the thin lace of your thong as he tugs at it. You’re unable to prevent the sweet gasp from coming out when it moves between your ass cheeks. “We’d get to be away from the house for a little while. To take all the time in the world to make up, to make sure we’re okay and ready to move on.”

You don’t stop him when his fingers carefully dip beneath the lace of your underwear, and you’re sure your brain has altered you from pushing him away. Altered you from standing your ground with two firm feet planted to the ground. Instead, you melt into him with the back of your own head prompted to his shoulder this time, bare neck on full display for him. You feel your knees getting weaker when he presses two fingers to your sensitive bud with a bit more pressure than you’re used to, his other hand holding onto you tightly to keep you standing.

It usually starts like this. One moment you’re arguing with him, pouring your heart out and laying yourself bare before him, and the next, you fall into him, forgetting what you were about to say next as you reach out for a breath of air. It doesn’t take long before you’re completely losing yourself in his arms, against his chest, two of his inked fingers dipping into your heat even as your walls begin to tighten around them. You don’t stop him, you love each drag of his thick fingers in your cunt as you stand on your tippy toes, tightly holding onto him at the nape of his neck while he fingerfucks you into another world. Jungkook sneaks a glance at you through the mirror every now and then. Once now, twice when he can feel his dick erect in his pants at the sight of your pinched eyes, your heavy breaths and your hardened nipples through your dress.

Jungkook brings you out to the bed when you nearly tip over without the heels of your feet supporting your weight. He lays you down carefully like you’re fragile, like you’ll break down any minute. Spreading your legs with your panties shoved to the side, he curses to himself when he laps at your sweet juices, coating his tongue as he sucks it up without a complaint as your fingers curl in his hair and back arches off the mattress. Pride is what he feels. Pride is what he feels when you tell him he’s wearing too much, when you tell him he could lose some and you wouldn’t mind. He does as you desire, taking off his dress pants as well as his already stained boxers to reveal the hard-on he’s been hiding. Red and swollen dick that’s so erect, it bounces back to his stomach. He watches as you eye fuck him, as your mouth waters only at the sight. At the ideas that swim through your head. It’s a tit for a tat, he tells you. A give and a take. You want him just as much as he wants you. It’s only fair you both get what you want.

It’s when you disregard your flimsy dress over the top of your head, tits bouncing back and hair splayed out over the bed when he feels like he starts to lose control. Fisting his cock in your warm, slick hand in between your bodies, you pump him up and down as he reaches for another kiss that leaves you breathless beneath him. He doesn’t mind you gasping for air every now and then, enjoying the feel of your chest rising up and down against his own. Hips thrust into your hand when your grip becomes a little tighter, a little more precise and a little more skilled, thumb reaching to tease at his tip. But he stops himself before he shoots his load right onto your stomach. If he’s coming anywhere tonight, it’s going to be inside you.

You know that’s exactly what he wants when you get to all fours for him. Knees digging into the made sheets, your face buried in the soft satin with your ass high up in the air just the way he likes. Jungkook’s hands are at your hips without hesitation, gripping onto your hips as he lines up to your sweet cunt. The first stroke is the one most careful. Even after being together for a total of 7 years, each and every time, you need some time getting used to his size. It doesn’t matter, whatever feels best for you, is what he has said from the beginning. After all, it’s all worth it when he gets to pound deep into you mere minutes later, skin slapping against skin as he watches your ass cheeks bounce back and forth.

He can’t take it. He needs to see all of you from each angle available. You’re not surprised when he gently tugs you up by the arm, though you nearly melt into him again and all your weight shifts onto him to carry back to the full length mirror leaned up against the wall. He pumps into your pussy there, making you watch as you get fucked from behind with a hand wrapped around your throat and an arm hunched around your waist to keep you glued to him. Your heavy breaths melt together the faster his pace increases, hitting your sweet spot with every pound of his hips into yours, with dirty thoughts slipping his tongue, with every drag of his cock into your dripping cunt while he consumes each plea coming from your lips. Begging him to fuck you until you lose it. Begging him to feel his cum inside you as you feel his every inch, feel his everything.

He does as you plead in the end. Jungkook comes undone inside you, your ass pressed against him while pretty whimpers leave your pretty mouth and he ignores his own panting to get the best out of you. His hips stutter when warm spurts of cum fill you up, leaving you like a mess hanging onto him with all the energy you have left over.

But he takes care of you after, like he always does. Jungkook lays you back onto the bed carefully, returning from the bathroom with a damp, warm towel as he cleans you up and hoists you back into your dress and beneath the slick sheets. He pushes your hair out of your face, pushes strands and pieces behind your ear and makes sure the sheets are pulled up to your shoulders. You lay on his side of the bed, eyes heavy lidded and ready to drift off. But he doesn’t mind. You’re exhausted, and for good reason.

‘‘Before you fall asleep, princess,’’ he begins softly, fingers gently brushing at your forehead to push off imaginary strands of hair, watching as your eyes flicker open slowly. ‘‘I need to give you my gift.’’

You had forgotten all about the gift.

Jungkook hovers over you, reaching for the envelope at his nightstand that has your name on it in that awful handwriting of his. He hands it to you and you take the piece of paper in your hands, fiddling with the corners of it as your eyes meet his again. He can’t quite pinpoint what it is that runs through your head, but your brows slightly furrow like you’re afraid to open it up.

‘‘It’s yours.’’ He nudges at your side, fist supporting the weight of his head next to you as he leans in closer. His voice is gentle, almost comforting, as if he wants to ease any worries you’ve been keeping from him.

You open it up, revealing another piece of paper inside of it.

First class passenger’s boarding pass.

He watches you intently, waiting for your reaction with those big eyes. ‘‘So, what do you say?’’ He asks impatiently. ‘‘Are you coming with me on that trip?’’

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