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jiminrings · 3 years

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LINCHBOX LOVERS FIRST KISS IM BEGGING

cold senior!y/n x stem major koo masterlist :D

jungkook’s never really had his first kiss and he might faint in nervousness

there’s something really important that jungkook’s nEVER said to you

he kinda thinks it’s a life or death scenario <3

the two of you are together now after all!! you know things about each other, that’s just how it is

you know that his oddly specific fear is having a spider crawl on him while he’s asleep and that he can’t read sheet music or a single note for the life of him!!! lol that’s why he’s in stem

jungkook knows that you like cracking your knuckles on your hand using the same hand, and that you’re actually SCARED if you even try to crack them with your opposite hand

one time jin caught you off-guard and cracked your knuckles all at the same time and you hate that too so you ended up crying to yoongi

the two of you will eventually know almost everything about each other in due time!!

but jungkook really really wants you to know right now

right now IS due time

yoongi’s out to pick up jin because he’s in another state that’s seven hours away!! it’s wholesome friendship but more or less begging with the promise of kim “mr. student affairs” seokjin

“i will coerce your physics teacher bc i’m buddies with him to give you an A+ this semester if you pick me up rn :-)”

.... hehe.......... along those lines.,.....,..,..

you tagged out when yoongi asked you to come with him because you wanted to spend some time with jungkook, and then yoongs flat-out pretended not to hear what you just said and then left

once again, tae does nOT know if he’s helping but!!! he tagged along with yoongi :D

atleast everyone now knows that yoongi’s safe because he definitely will not be sleepy with all of tae’s chattering

this is the first time you’ve invited jungkook over with absolutely no one else in the dorm

no seokjin who’s hovering and keeps teasing for the two of you to sit two rulers apart

no yoongi who insists on keeping all the lights turned on so there would be no funny business

in fact, there’s no funny business that’s happening

and that’s what jungkook wants to talk about!! that’s where he’s getting at!!

he knows you’re just respecting his space and his decisions!! that’s how considerate you are

even if jungkook hasn’t explicitly said anything about his experiences and lack thereof, jimin once told him that everything about him screams ahhckkk vIRGINNNNN!!!!!! so that’s perfectly embedded into his mind

after some thinking though, kook finally had the handle on himself to know that he’s ready — one first time at a time :-)

it’s the whole reason why jungkook didn’t think twice of coming over when you asked him to

and he’s using this time now to tell you what he hadn’t before

right now when the two of you are watching a movie and his head’s resting on the crook of your shoulder with your hand on his knee, to tell you that —

“i haven’t had my first kiss.”

jungkook blurts out and it’s not only him that’s a little taken-aback with the suddenness, feeling your head tilt to come look at him

“really?” your nose scrunches but there’s no judgement to your eyes to which jungkook is extremely thankful for, being extra observant of your reaction

he nods almost eagerly now that the weight’s gone from his chest, making you smile slightly

“that’s okay.”

you only hum in reply and guide jungkook’s head back to your shoulder, resuming on watching the movie with no worries in mind

there’s no worries but there are definitely a LOT of thoughts in ur mind,,,,

you’ve kinda expected it from the start but there’s nothing wrong about it!!!

the other entire reason you knew that jungkook’s never done anything was because jimin kept squawking ahckkckk VIRGINNNNNN!!!!

you can’t forget that time when jimin also needed to interview an athlete for his paper and he needed you specifically

the two of you were talking and jungkook’s approaching you with a skip in his step and your lunchbox and jimin just wanted to fuck with him a lil so he squawked it out loud

...... jungkook really insisted that it wasn’t true but he kNEW no one was buying it so that’s when he started plotting his revenge on jimin ://

just when he’s gonna get a little too deep into his thoughts on why you’re so nonchalant, you’re the one who catches him off-guard this time

“do you want to kiss me?”

he goes rigid and sits upright completely, head eagerly nodding

“o-of course.”

:-)

“oh. okay.”

..... what

........ he’s lost

jungkook’s a little confused because that’s it??? no additional remark?????

you’re just sitting on the couch like you have been for the past hour and that’s it!!! you’re back to watching your movie AS IF you haven’t asked him if he wants to kiss you!!!

what now

your eyes are just glued on the screen and he’s starting to think that love & other drugs is more interesting than him

jungkook visibly scowls and you can see him from your peripheral vision, resisting the urge to chuckle at his displeased face

“this is the part where you’re supposed to kiss me.”

his deadpanning is what breaks you, making your eyes tear away from the screen that’s rapidly losing your attention at this point

jungkook smiles meekly at your giggle, seeing you tilt your head to playfully taunt him

“oh so i’m kissing you? you’re not kissing me?”

hee-hee

“that’s my plan,” he says surely, putting his hand on top of yours before scooching much closer to you than he did before

“mhmm. sure.”

jungkook smiles in victory when you agree, drumming his fingers on your knee in anticipation

..... nothing’s happening

........ THERE YOU ARE AGAIN

your eyes are back on the tv but it’s obvious that you aren’t focused on the movie that’s playing, a playful glint more than evident

jungkook’s not annoyed but he’s definitely on his toes, jostling you by your arms to get your attention

“just kiss me! are you gonna make me beg at this point??” he frowns in waiting, quickly getting antsy with all your harmless teasing

“can you beg, jungkook?”

you ask dryly with the same playful air in your tone, the sudden return of the question to his court making him double-take

his eyes have considerably widened with what you just playfully and harmlessly asked him, cheeks pink with the teasing

“you’re so impatient. i was gonna kiss you anyway, y’know?”

jungkook shies away from your trained gaze on him but meets it intensely when he feels a weight on his lap

you’ve transferred seats from the couch to his lap, your bum placed on his thighs instead of his crotch so you would be able to give him some leeway with all of this being his first

if jungkook was flustered before then he’s probably burning now, eyes only focused on you that’s meant for him

he’s not quite sure what to do with his hands so he follows his split-second decision of putting them on your thighs since the rest of your legs are placed behind his back, seeing to it that he was already slouching on the couch in the first place

you smile in appreciation when he does, his once-awkward hands in your thighs now becoming natural with the reassurance

jungkook looks so gentle

he’s so delicate even when you’re all clothed in pajamas and you’re the one who’s sitting on his lap, so careful to the point that he doesn’t want to move to preserve the moment

you tangle your hand on his hair to card through it more smoothly, making him tense as he takes it as signal

“i-i close my eyes, right?”

he asks nervously to which you nod to understandingly, carding through his hair more to get him to relax a little bit

wait actually the mental image of jungkook being O_O when you kiss him almost makes you cackle out loud which is why you hide your face on his neck

oblivious to you trying to contain your laughter, jungkook’s gotten even mORE tense because your face is buried on his neck

-_-

^ that instead of of o_O !!! yeah much better

IT’S OKAY IT’S OKAY YOU’RE NOT LAUGHING NOW!!!

jungkook’s waiting for you to make the first move and he looks both flushed and pale at the same time, feeling apologetic for having made him that way

“let me kiss you first. you’ll have a feel for it once i do, okay?” you speak as soothingly as possible, making him nod in understanding so you’d know

“relax, baby. you just complement me,” your hands rub up and down his arms that are exposed since he’s wearing a shirt instead of a hoodie this time, trying to get him loose

“y-you’re really perfect and i love you.”

jungkook trips over his words but he means them nonetheless, mouth contorting both in confusion and amusement when you grin at him

god, jungkook’s so endearing :(((

“i meant complement the way i kiss and not compliment me, kook,” you chuckle and he sheepishly reddens at his misunderstanding, his mind being taken away from it when you kiss his cheek. “but that’s okay. i love you too.”

“it’s just me. relax.”

you scratch that special spot behind his ear that gets him to calm down and all pliable, having noticed it first when you hugged him for the first time and buried your head on his neck, rendering him mush in your arms right away

jungkook’s relaxed enough that he doesn’t feel like fainting when your face is this close to his, going a little cross-eyed with how lovestruck he is for you

and then you lean in.

jungkook almost pANICS but the way you hold him gets him to be soft instantly, the unnecessary worry in his mind melting away immediately

he practically croons in satisfaction when the taste of you hits his tongue and engulfs him fully, eyelids closing in pure ease with the delight he feels

you taste so sweet and perfect that jungkook finds himself chasing after your kiss, unconscious to the fact he’s really kissing you now

his head angles when you tilt yours and the taste of your lips hits him harder this time that he grunts before he moans inaudibly, melting even deeper when you tug his hair softly

jungkook’s looking for more that he scowlS (!!) when you pull away with an amused look on your face,

“you’re supposed to breathe, jungkook.”

“you’re kissing me and i don’t know how to breathe!!!! i literally don’t know if i can!!!”

he’s only noticing nOW that he wasn’t breathing before because of the way his chest rises and falls heavily, cheeks all hot and his neck flushing

“don’t they teach breathing and shit in stem?” you ask playfully that earns you a soft yet amused glare, a pout being sent your way. “try breathing, baby.”

you lean once more and this time it’s easier, taking it slow to get jungkook used to kissing AND breathing simultaneously

he’s easily overwhelmed with the taste of your lips and not to mention the fact that you’re seated on his lap!!!!!

the rhythmic caresses of your thumb on his cheek guides him to breathe, the fact that jungkook’s a quick learner now dawning on you

“good job, baby.”

jungkook’s grinning at the praise you give him, feeling as if those words aren’t the last that you’re gonna tell him

“now try kissing me.”

...

..... oh god there it is

jungkook looks nervous and calculating even, the overwhelment present in his gaze and he’s looking at your neck instead of your face

you’re just about to tell him it’s okay and climb off his lap when jungkook takes you off-guard and tugs you down, lips meeting yours wholly in eagerness that you lowly moan before you even know it

you’re tugging softly on his hair and it spurs him on to try and taste you even deeper, pulling on the front of your shirt to get you closer

this time, you feel like yOU’RE not breathing rip

“your lips are getting puffy.”

you point out to jungkook who has some sweat sticking to his forehead even if your dorm’s fully airconditioned

a frown goes in place of the same red and puffy lips that you’ve just pointed out, the sheer eagerness of jungkook shooting straight both to your ego and your heart

“they’re not puffy enough.”

jungkook looks blissfully fucked out and you’ve only kissed him now.

tonight’s only for his first time kissing and jungkook deems it insufficient that he’s only had the heart to kiss you tonight, soft and slow kisses on your jaw that render you surprised, kissing you by the line until you look at him fully

“kiss me more.”

it’s their first miscellaneous drabble!! as always, lmk what you think :D what do you want to see from the lunchbox lovers next? send them here <3

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honeytae · 3 years

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I’ll just be your hot new assistant for the day.

hi lovies! i have to apologize in advance because this is kinda sort of a mess lol. like, it started out as one thing and then i added a million more scenes than i needed to. but oh well, it’s super cute. enjoy the fluffiest of fluff with our dearest seokjinnie <3

tags: @ahgasearmyfan, @hoseokayy, @the1921-monsters genre: fluff

word count: 2.3k

Beep. Beep. Beep. Bee-

“Ugh.”

Grunting as you withdrew your arm from where you’d had to stretch to silence your blaring alarm, you turned in Seokjin’s hold, the man’s slacked arms easy to manipulate from around your torso.

In your new position, you could see every resting feature in the soft glow of your bedroom; every effortlessly beautiful one.

You had the best view of everything from right here, mere inches from his face. The way his soft eyelashes rested on his cheeks, and oh his cheeks. In their resting position, the apples of his cheeks looked plump and ready for impending smooches, which you were more than willing to give.

With a small sigh, you shifted your eyes to trace over the center of his face, admiring the natural beauty there as well. It was hard not to look, with the slope of his nose highlighted by a slight shadow from where your curtains were only slightly drawn, the glimpse of sunlight filtering in making his skin glow gold compared with the white pillow his plush cheek smushed up against in his slumber.

His pretty pink lips were parted only the tiniest bit in a small pout, practically begging to be kissed as quiet puffs of air escaped past them.

It should be illegal for someone to look so beautiful in the morning. Especially when you had to leave for work within the hour.

Deciding to cave into your desires, you laid a hand down on the mattress, gently leaning toward his sleeping figure to peck his resting lips with your own. They were just as soft and tempting as they’d looked, not a chapped section of skin to be felt as his velvet lips rested against yours.

Pulling back slightly, you examined his features, satisfied that he hadn’t stirred from the action and going in for another quick peck. This time, his lips twitched beneath your touch before pushing back in a pursed pucker, the man sleepily responding to your kiss with one of his own.

You pulled back with a giggle at the change of events, your boyfriend’s eyes squinting back at you as you admired his freshly awoken swollen eyes.

“Good morning.” He rasped, eyelids falling shut again before he comically pried them open with a swipe of his fingers on the soft skin underneath his eyes.

“Morning. Sorry I woke you up.” You said, brushing some of his hair down to his scalp as he hummed in response.

He’d been growing his hair out recently, which you were most definitely a fan of. And perhaps your favorite part of him growing his hair out so much was the wild bed head you were met with each morning.

“I’m just that tempting, love, hm?” He smiled a bit, the smugness in his tone making you roll your eyes before setting your head on his chest, shaking in a bout of laughter.

“Tempting is maybe the wrong word.” You smirked, the man’s laughter increasing at your fight back on his attempt to tease you.

Lifting your head from his chest at the sound, your heart seemed to do backflips at the vision of him giggling up on his pillow. The apples of his cheeks that were resting only minutes ago were now lifted into his eyes, tiny little crescents that glittered in the slivers still visible.

Staring as he sighed, you watched as his features relaxed back into where they naturally sat.

“I can’t complain. I woke up with a beautiful woman on top of me.” He smiled, making you squint with your lips pursed as you tried to hide the effect his words had on you.

“Charmer.” You shook your head, the motion halting as Seokjin’s hand suddenly cupped your jaw.

“I’m so lucky to wake up with the most beautiful woman every single day.” He said, his tone more serious as he instilled that fact into you.

There was no doubt you’d been feeling a bit inadequate lately, in every area more than just one in particular. Seokjin, the doting lover he is, didn’t have to announce that he’d noticed. The look in his eye told you he knew.

“What about when you’re away?” You teased, the man effortlessly brushing off your attempt at deflection from the topic at hand.

“Then I wake up with the most beautiful woman on my mind.” He hushed, laying your head down on his chest again with a gentle force of his palm, lacing his fingers through your hair and soothing your bedhead with a hummed exhale.

At peace, your eyes began to start closing again, nearly falling back into much-needed sleep as you nuzzled your cheek back into the man’s warm chest.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The second round of blaring was all to be registered as you blearily sat up off of him, both of you groaning at the disruption of the peace and quiet you’d built within the apartment.

“I guess I need to get up.” You sighed, frowning when you felt Jin’s arms latch around your torso a bit tighter than their loose hold previously.

“Jinnie, I need to get up.” You said more definitely, turning your face back toward him to emphasize your seriousness.

At your words, Seokjin tightened his grip around you again, chuckling a bit into your shoulder when you scoffed at him.

“I’m gonna be late, Jin. And it’s going to be your fault.” You informed him, glancing at the time displayed on your digital clock with a huff. You were cutting it way too close.

“Blame it on me. Say that you have the most handsome man in the world in your bed right now and can’t afford to leave him for the day.” He mumbled, the narrative making you chuckle with a shake of your head.

“Can’t do that. There has to be a legitimate reason.” You raised your eyebrows to emphasize your point, the man humming in mock thought as his eyes squinted slightly at you.

“I thought that was a pretty legitimate reason. How about I just come with you then?” He proposed, a knowing smirk on his face as your eyes squinted back at him, an attempt at analyzing the sense out of what he just said.

“Come with me? To work?” You cocked your head to the side, the man nodding with another confirming hum as you giggled atop him.

“You can sneak me in, babe.”

“Don’t you think they’ll notice if you come with me?” You raised your eyebrows in amusement, Seokjin adamantly shaking his head to disagree.

“Nope. I’ll just be your hot new assistant for the day.”

At that, a loud laugh escaped you in the bedroom, a smile lifting Seokjin’s lips at the sound before he leaned up to nuzzle his nose against your temple, pouting as he rested his chin on the top of your head.

“Jinnie,” you called for his attention, listening to him hum again to let you know he’d heard you, “can you let me go get ready now?”

Feeling his arms loosen slightly around your frame, you practically made a run for it, met with a whine as you wriggled out of his slackened hold and sat on the edge of the mattress to boost yourself up from it.

You ignored his many mumblings as you left him alone in the bed, mumbling a curse of your own as your foot caught on your t-shirt from last night.

Finally stumbling your way into the bathroom, you rubbed the remaining bleariness out of your eyes, lids still heavy as they were hit with the bright fluorescents in the spacious room.

After swiping some of your hair back from your face, you made your way toward the shower, desire for warm water rushing down your back growing by the minute. With a haphazard grip on the faucet handle, you adjusted the temperature to just the right one in order to not burn your skin.

You’d done it one singular time in middle school and, frankly, you’d never recovered.

The feeling of the hot water being splashed onto your face was beyond refreshing, actively waking you up and getting you more mentally prepared for the shift you needed to work during the next several hours.

With only one yawn under your belt, you managed to make it through a six am shower, making sure to get properly woken up before you ventured out of your bathroom to begin the long day ahead.

Seokjin was sleeping again when you crept back into the bedroom in your towel, sprawled out on his back with his arms bent at the elbows to frame his head. The sight made you believe that he’d unintentionally fallen asleep while waiting up for you, something that was totally unnecessary but absolutely endearing.

Smiling a bit at the sight, you took a moment to appreciate it before approaching your wardrobe, picking out some appropriate clothing before slipping into some undergarments from your drawer.

Wrinkling your nose at the feeling of your wet hair soaking into your shirt, you made your way back into the bathroom, grabbing a hand towel to soak up the remaining water from your strands.

Would these early mornings ever get easier for you?

Exhaling as you grabbed your toothbrush, you rinsed the head before carefully squeezing a dollop of toothpaste onto the collection of bristles, letting it hover beneath the trickling faucet again before lifting it up to your mouth.

Closing your eyes as you began moving the stick in your mouth, the bristles gliding over each and every tooth as you nearly fell asleep standing up, you missed the way Seokjin rubbed at his eyes as he made his sleepy entrance into the bathroom.

You missed the way he smiled a bit as he watched you through the reflection, raising his eyebrows in a bit of a teasing manner as you opened your eyes to spit in the sink. Mouth still foaming from the toothpaste, you raised your eyebrows back at him, mumbling a muffled “what?” as he continued staring at you.

“I’m just admiring.” He shrugged, chuckling as you rolled your eyes before dipping your face down close to the sink to spit out the spare toothpaste that had gathered in your mouth.

Turning back to face the man, you smiled at him, the puffiness from sleep somehow making him cuter.

“Come here.” You cooed, holding your arms out at your sides for him to step into.

Shuffling along the tile, Seokjin eagerly followed your prompt, wrapping his limbs around your torso to hold you to him. Placing his forehead on your own, both of you let a content sigh escape your nostrils.

Puckering his lips out to you, you giggled as you tilted your head to place a pert kiss to his pout. He eagerly chased your lips when you tried to pull away, sliding his fingers into your hair to hold you secure.

The action would have been sweet if your hair hadn’t still been tangled and wet from your shower, the sting of your scalp from the slight pulling of his fingers getting caught in your hair making you wince against his mouth.

“Oh sorry, sorry, I’m sorry.” Seokjin apologized, rushing to soothe your head with a rub of his fingers as he pouted in concern at what had happened. Dismissing his apology with a laugh, you shook your head at him, jokingly tutting your tongue at the clumsy action.

“You okay?” He checked, making you chuckle as you nodded to assure him.

“Okay. Now, let me help you with this.” He gestured to your mess of tangled hair, reaching over to grab the paddle brush beside the sink before leading you over to the toilet with both hands on your shoulders.

Letting one hand leave your body, he lowered the toilet lid so that he could sit, pulling you down to sit between the spread ‘V’ of his legs with both palms on your hips.

“Tell me if I pull.” He mumbled, placing a careful hand on the crown of your head before slowly guiding the brush down through your knots.

Your eyes shut on their own accord as Seokjin soothed the brush through your hair, eliminating the knots with each stroke as his fingers smoothed over each brushed plait. You could tell he was being extra cautious to not tug on another knot, making you thankful that your back was to him so he couldn’t see the adoring grin on your face.

God, he was so lovable.

He was lovable as he hummed something under his breath behind you, he was lovable when he concentrated so hard on not pulling that he was no longer even speaking, he was lovable when he peppered kisses to the back of your head when he had finished.

“All done?” You wondered, the man humming again as a confirmation, smiling as you turned your neck to see him.

Seokjin was slightly more awake now, probably due to the dedication he’d put toward fixing your hair, and the corners of his lips pushed his cheeks up as he smiled at you.

“Thank you.” You said, leaning back to cup his jaw and direct his lips to yours in an appreciative gesture.

Going in for another before pulling away, your boyfriend guided you back to a standing position and turned you to face him with a pull of your hand, standing up himself with a squeeze of your appendages.

“Alright, now you finish up in here, I’ll start breakfast.” He directed, dropping a kiss to your forehead as you began protesting him not going back to bed.

“What kind of boyfriend would I be if I allowed you to go to work hungry?” He smirked, knowing he’d won the argument when you remained silent.

With a content ‘hmph,’ Jin began to exit the room, turning around to shoot you a wink before he disappeared behind the door frame.

The shuffling of his feet down the hall was soon followed by running water and clinks of pans, making you smile at the domesticity of the situation.

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jungkxook · 4 years

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—demon-etized. (m)

⟶ pairing: namjoon x reader

⟶ analytics: youtuber!namjoon / ghost-hunters au / smut

⟶ words: 6,260

⟶ rating: 18+

⟶ warnings: idiot ghost hunter bts, ghosts making namjoon horny ig?, slight exhibitionism, fondling, fingering, standing sex, unprotected sex, creampie

⟶ description: in this episode of unsolved, namjoon and the boys risk their lives by spending overnight in an abandoned and supposedly haunted asylum in the hopes of finding some ghouls — but the boys are pretty certain the real reason for the spooky moaning isn’t allowed to go on youtube. ***warning: very scary!!!***

⟶ pinned comment: this is part of the not clickbait series!

“Well, this has been fun. Let’s go home now.”

You were starting to think this was a very stupid idea ━ but stupid would be an understatement. The looming asylum standing before you with nothing but the darkened midnight sky in the foreground acts as a foreboding omen that you’ve seen one too many times in pretty much any horror movie. The creepy abandoned estate offering itself up as a seemingly perfect and totally innocent means of adventure for a group of friends only to end in murder or a demon possession should have been enough to scare you all away. Fortunately, you’re not the only somewhat sane person (and you say that very loosely because you did, after all, agree to come with the boys), because you’re both startled yet thoroughly relieved to hear the worried statement coming from a very tense-looking Jimin.

It really was a stupid idea. Spending overnight (which, really, just translates to a few hours and a clickbait-y title for the video) in a supposedly haunted and derelict asylum from the early 1900s offered all sorts of problems that weren’t just supernatural. Squatters, creepy cult members, and risking getting whatever sorts of diseases are riddling the walls of the ancient dwelling were starting to get to you. But it was Namjoon’s idea to come here for his next video upload especially when considering the fact that for the entire month of October he and his group of YouTuber friends host a fan favourite ghost-hunting series titled Unsolved ━ and, whatever Namjoon usually suggests, the boys usually tag along with, no matter how daring or how stupid it may be.

“We literally just got here,” Hoseok retorts as he hops out of one of the two cars you and your friends had shared on the way here. It was a three hour drive from the city with the estate being much larger than you expected it to be, four main buildings sprawling out amongst empty fields. At least the stories of its creepy atmosphere are all the same. Was it the cool autumn breeze sending chills down your spine or something else entirely? The moment you stepped foot out of the car and gazed upon the asylum, it was almost as if you could feel something watching you. But that was definitely just you imagining things. “Don’t be a pussy, Jimin. What’s the worst a ghost is gonna do to you? Rattle some chains? Ooooh, spooky.”

“Okay, first of all,” Jimin rounds on the older boy almost immediately, “vaginas are the strongest muscles in female anatomy, so I’m not being a pussy. Let’s get it right, okay? I’m being a little bitch, and I embrace it. Second of all, if a ghost does rattle some chains near me, I will definitely be booking it back to the car and leaving all of you stranded here.”

From beside you, Yoongi snorts amusedly. He’s the resident non-believer amongst your group of friends so you always wonder why he even bothers to come to these things. He says it’s to help filming, but you think he’s banking on maybe one day seeing a ghost even despite all that charade of hostility. Even now, he’s already filming for the vlog, getting shots of the building but also mostly just Jimin and Hoseok’s banter in the background. “If a ghost does anything tonight, I’ll be genuinely surprised.”

“Something is going to happen tonight. I can feel it,” Jungkook says confidently. He’d been huddled over the opened side door of one of the cars with Namjoon and Jin, sifting through their high-tech equipment that you’re certain they just bought off of Amazon or something. “This place is one of the most haunted places near us. Have you even heard the stories? Apparently there are two most popular ghost sightings. One is some girl━”

“Is she hot?” Taehyung asks.

“She’s dead,” Jungkook deadpans. “Also, pretty sure she was eleven when she died from tuberculosis. Anyway, she’s more of a benevolent ghost. They say you can hear her laughing sometimes. There’s a lot of activity in one of the kids’ rooms. And the other sighting is less friendly. They just call it a shadow man because it’s hard to see its face, but you can always see an outline of a person walking by in one of their treatment buildings. There’s even been physical attacks, with one person saying they got scratched by an invisible force.”

Jimin visibly winces. “Sounds very much like a demon than a ghost to me.”

“Sick!” Hoseok exclaims. You’re worried to find that the group’s morale (aside from yours and Jimin’s) isn’t any less vivacious than when Jungkook started his story. “This is gonna be awesome.”

But you can’t help but to roll your eyes, your feigned boredom really just a weak attempt at hiding your own fright. “Oh, shut up. That’s such bullshit.”

“Is it?” Jungkook quirks a brow, challenging you.

“Well, whatever happens, we’re gonna catch it.” This confident statement comes from Namjoon. After he hands out the pieces of tech to the rest of his friends, he glances upward at the asylum with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “Come on. Let’s find us some ghosties.”

As the group begins to follow Namjoon towards the nearest building, Taehyung can be heard wolfishly quipping aloud, “Time to rock and roll, ghoul boys! And, er, girl.”

“Don’t call us that,” Yoongi grumbles.

It’s comforting to hear the rest of the group erupt into fits of entertained laughter, but any banter is quick to subside as you walk up to the building. You’re relieved when Jimin decides to hang back with you and doesn’t seem to protest when you start to cling to his arm as you’re all ushered through the main entrance of the building and into utter darkness only broken apart by the dim glow of your flashlights. If you weren’t already so frightened, maybe some of it would be comical, like the way the front doors creak open so very slowly in suspense.

Under Jimin’s breath, you can hear him mumbling in chagrin, “We should have gotten holy water.”

As your eyes adjust to the darkness within, you’re able to make out that the inside is just as horrifying as it was on the outside. Dust and debris hang heavy in the air and on the ground, and almost every inch of any surface within the building is covered in graffiti works of art.

“Oh, fuck that,” Jin scoffs. “We only just stepped foot into here and this place is already giving me goosebumps.”

“Aw, sweet, bro! Check this out!” Hoseok says abruptly, startling almost all of you. He’s standing a bit further off down one hall, beckoning the rest of the group to follow. As you approach him, you can make out what sort of graffiti marking on the ground has suddenly grabbed his attention. “Who wants to lay on the pentagram with me?”

“No one,” You retort.

“I will!” Jungkook says at once, much to your dismay.

Yoongi lets out an audible strained sigh. “If any of you fucks get possessed and kill me, I’m never gonna forgive any of you. Just letting you know ahead of time.”

“Yeah, what are you gonna do?” Hoseok asks. “Come back and haunt us?”

“No, I’ll be dead. Ghosts aren’t real,” Yoongi says. “But I will still be very angry.”

“Noted.”

Before Jungkook or Hoseok can haggle Yoongi into filming them laying on the pentagram drawing and potentially offering their souls up to whatever demon lays waiting beneath it for their souls, the group is moving on. You explore the first bottom half of the building together in a tense silence before making your way up the dilapidated stairs to one of the treatment rooms that Jungkook makes certain to point out is where the infamous shadow figure is often seen. Taehyung decides to suggest, “Should we try the spirit box?”

You almost groan aloud. You fucking hate that thing, for obvious reasons.

Whether or not you believe in it, the loud gurgling noise is always unsettling and you’re already on edge. Still, you sit back with Jimin as the rest of the boys nod in agreement and fiddle with the piece of tech until it’s been turned on. You’re immediately met with a cacophony of crackling radio static so deafening that your instinctual reaction is to cover your ears. You refrain miraculously, but you still cower in one corner with Jimin as the boys listen intently to the noise.

“Is anyone here?” Namjoon calls out to no one in particular. “If you are, can you give us a sign? Move a chair or say something or push Yoongi━”

“What the━?” Yoongi gawks. “Why me?”

“‘Cause you said you don’t believe in them.”

Yoongi clamps his mouth shut, and nods in a way that admits Namjoon has a point. At that moment, there’s a pique in the static, a jumble of inaudible words that almost sounds humanlike.

“What was that?” Hoseok asks. “Sounded like… It almost sounded like it said ‘leave.’”

“Leave?” Jimin squeaks. “Think we should take that as a sign, guys.”

“Nah, I definitely heard Steve, not leave,” Yoongi says.

Jungkook frowns. “Who the hell is Steve?”

“Maybe that’s his name,” Yoongi suggests nonchalantly. “Be nice.”

After a handful of minutes of even more strained silence, the boys are only able to discern certain words that you’re positive don’t have anything to do with the asylum or ghosts. At long last, they shut the machine off and the room is once more plunged into a formidable silence so dense that you almost miss the spirit box. But almost as soon as the piece of tech has been silenced, does Jimin cry out in pure anguish. “What the fuck was that?”

The boys instantly round on their startled friend who is now cowering behind you. The colour has all but drained from his face, eyes wide in a frenzied panic.

“What’s wrong?” Namjoon asks.

Jimin looks hysterical as he shoves a pointed finger in the direction of the wall opposite the room in the corridor. “I swear on my life I just saw something move out of the corner of my eye over there. Like a-a person o-or something. Looked like a shadow. I don’t know! I thought it was one of you guys━”

“Stop it, Jimin.” Your voice treads on apprehension as you look over at the alarmed boy. “You’re scaring me.”

“Yeah, ease up, Jimin,” Namjoon says, though he seems more entertained than anything. “I’d prefer if you didn’t throw my girlfriend headfirst towards a demon or ghost or whatever it is you saw.”

“Joon.” His name rolls off your tongue in a scolding moan as you rub wearily at your eyes. His words do little to help console you, and you’re certain it fairs even worse for poor Jimin.

“I’m sorry. I just━” Jimin pulls you tighter in front of him. “I swear I saw something. Holy shit.”

Jungkook’s the first one outside the room, his own camera in his hands as he goes to investigate. As the rest of the boys file outside in the corridor, you drag Jimin along with you, favouring not to be alone in any part of the building. You can hardly see anything, let alone a shadow.

Jungkook turns back around at long last, a devious grin on his face as he finds Jimin’s wandering crazed stare. “Maybe it was the shadow man. Told you he exists.”

“I don’t care what it was. My heart almost fell out of my ass,” Jimin gasps. He clutches at his chest over his heart, for added emphasis. “Let’s get out of here.”

You aren’t quite sure if the boys believe him, but you do notice how quick they are to move on from the room and corridor. A palpable tension hangs heavy in the air that makes you realize perhaps the boys are starting to lose their cool under pressure.

As you reconvene below on the main floor of the building, Namjoon pipes up. “Let’s split up. See if we can find anything on our own.”

“Okay, Scooby Doo,” Jin snorts. “You do know that this is how every horror movie begins, right? There’s power in numbers.”

“Yeah. Which is what we’ll all be saying when this video reaches trending on YouTube with a million views,” Namjoon says, matter-of-fact. “Which we can only do if we get some interesting content. So, let’s split up into pairs of two. We’ll meet back here in an hour.”

“We could just fake it,” Jimin suggests desperately. “Like every big YouTuber does. The magic of editing, guys.” But no one seems to be listening anymore as the group begins to splinter off. Yoongi and Jungkook decide to venture back upstairs in pursuit of the elusive and supposed shadow man, while Hoseok and Taehyung wander outside. Lost and dumbfounded, Jimin gawks around at his retreating friends, calling out in one last effort, “Anyone? …No? Okay, cool.”

He nearly lets out a yelp when Jin clasps a hand on the boy’s shoulder in a reassuring manner. “You’ll be okay, Jimin. C’mon, let’s go.”

Finally alone with Namjoon, he offers up his outstretched hand to you. You take it at once, gripping his palm a little tighter than necessary as he pulls you towards him.

“You doing okay?” he asks.

“Yeah,” You lie, even though you know he can see right through it.

You’re content to find that he at least keeps your hand in his even as he tugs you along with him to explore the rest of the asylum. You decide to leave the building you’re both in and wander to another one where you stumble upon Hoseok and Taehyung on the main floor briefly. Then, making your way upstairs, you find nothing out of the ordinary but empty rooms that you suspect were once upon a time sleeping quarters for the patients. It��s less frightening than the other buildings, though still a little unnerving the longer you stay to explore. You climb the stairs until you’re on the third landing and inspect almost every room to find nothing.

At some point, you let out a wavering sigh. Namjoon is busy waving around an EMF reader in a room. It’s empty aside from a dusty cot and a broken wardrobe, amongst a few other oddities covered in a thick layer of cobwebs and dirt. You could have sworn you’ve heard footsteps in almost every room you’ve entered that wasn’t either yours or Namjoons, and the strange sensation that you’re being followed hasn’t been able to shake from you. “Joon? Can we go back now? I’m starting to get a little spooked.”

Namjoon comes to a halt at once, turning around to face you. He gives your palm a comforting squeeze. “Hey, you’re okay. There’s nothing to be scared of. I don’t mean to sound like Yoongi but I highly doubt we have to worry about any ghosts.”

“Well, what do you think Jimin saw?”

“Who knows?” Namjoon shrugs. “It was probably just his imagination. Your mind plays tricks on you in the dark, doesn’t it? Here, let’s talk about something else to distract you.”

“Like?”

A moment of silence passes between the two of you as Namjoon considers another thought. You don’t even realize the smug smirk unfurling on his face until it’s too late. “Well… I had an idea earlier. Just a passing thought, really, but I bet it’d be fun anyway.”

“What was it?”

“We could probably have a quickie in one of these rooms and the boys would never know any different.”

You nearly choke at this, sputtering for air as you reach out to flick Namjoon’s shoulder. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Am I wrong?”

“No,” You admit sheepishly. He places his hands on your hips then, pulling you delicately towards him in a manner that makes it hard to focus now. “But I don’t know how I feel about ghosts watching us. Also, the couple that has sex in any horror movie usually ends up dying first.”

Namjoon shakes his head at you, albeit a little amused at your worrisome thoughts. “Nothing’s gonna hurt you. At least not while I’m here.”

“Coming from the man who tripped going up the stairs at your dorm the other day,” You point out tauntingly. The distant reminder and the sound of his abrupt laughter is enough to momentarily soothe your hammering heart.

Namjoon gasps, feigning a look of mock hurt. “What’s that supposed to mean!”

“Means I love you very much but I don’t know how well you’d fair against ghosts or demons.”

“Ahh, I see how it is.”

He sounds mildly offended and pokes his fingers at your sides but, in the ensuing scuffle to flee from his grasp, the both of you trip and fumble until you’re pressed up against the nearest wall, the sound of your snickers like music to his ears. He comes colliding against your front, hands digging into your hips. He leans forward to kiss your lips slowly, feeling you smile against him. A delightful chuckle bubbles at your mouth and he parts from you in the next moment wiggling his brows suggestively while a teasing smirk stretches at his face so wide, his dimples start to poke through.

“Wanna?” he asks.

It’s a simple question, weighing heavy with dirty implications ━ and honestly? You’re kind of into it. Or maybe that’s just because he returns to kissing at your lips, only this time at the corners of your mouth, then the underside of your jaw. Tantalizing motions that seem to make your head spin violently. Your head lolls back against the wall behind you as he droops his head to your neck, lips meeting with the soft flesh of your throat to suck a delicate blossoming hickey there.

“Okay,” You rasp, “so maybe we can spare some time for this.”

“Ah, so now you’re interested.” His voice is huskier now, muffled by the way he busies himself by nipping at the same spot on your throat. He hears your breath hitch, feels the way you part your legs just slightly enough to have him sink further against you. He marvels at your decision in the morning to throw on a skirt and a pair of thick wool tights. At the time, you had said it was because the weather wasn’t too brisk outside just yet; now, he was thanking you silently for unknowingly picking just the right outfit for the occasion.

“Namjoon…” Your voice is strained now, a mix between a plea and a whine and he grunts against your neck.

It takes Namjoon a moment to rack his brain, realizing that he finds it hard to even form a proper sentence anymore. “Don’t even need to feel my dick in you. Just wanna get you off, baby. Can I?”

You’re already practically drooling. “Think the boys will notice if we’re gone a little longer?”

“Who cares?” Namjoon quips. “Jimin’ll probably think we got possessed and lost in the demon world or something.”

You giggle, though your voice splinters off into a soft moan as he continues to nip and suck at your neck. His hand falls to your thighs then, fingers brushing upward faintly until he meets the short hem of your skirt before disappearing beneath it. His hand comes to grasp at the delicate curve of your ass, his palm hot and firm against your soft flesh.

He groans into your neck. “Been dying all night to touch you.”

“Then don’t stop.”

If the way his hardening cock now forms against your inner thigh any inclination, you don’t think he has plans on doing so. Instead, you watch as he lifts his free hand to your mouth, fingers tapping at your lips in a wordless motion. “Open up.”

You do as you’re told, lips parting just enough to wrap around his two fingers. He gazes at you with hooded eyes as you suck at his digits, tongue laving against the sturdy form in your mouth until his fingers are coated thick with your saliva. His other hand, still attached to the rump of your ass, moves like water over your skin to your thigh once more, nudging you aside just enough, pinching delicately at the skin there; he pulls his fingers from your mouth then, then lets the same hand venture under your skirt in a similar fashion. He wastes no time in pushing aside the material of your panties, pressing his digits at your core, watchful eyes staying fixated on yours if only to watch your every expression. His dampened fingers slide over your folds, spreading them open, running across them, admiring the way your stickiness already forms between your legs.

“Joon…” You cling to him tighter, both to steady yourself against the sudden ministrations and to shield yourself more from view, though you’re certain there’s a slim chance the boys will come across you and Namjoon like this. You hope.

Namjoon’s fingers slip past your folds then, slow and steady as he feels the tight constricting walls of your cunt. You throb around him, thinking only of his cock, imagining the girth of it fitting snug deep within you. The similar stretch of your walls, the fluid motion of his length burrowing in and out of you, wrecking you into shambles. Now, Namjoon wriggles his fingers upward, scratching at a spot within you that has you writhing against him, the slick wetness of your arousal sufficiently coating his fingers. His thumb finds your clit then, running small circles against the small bundle of nerves.

“So wet,” Namjoon moans, resting his forehead against yours. He notes the way your teeth sink into your lower lip, and pulls his free hand out from under your skirt to tap his fingers against your chin. “Gonna moan for me, baby? Let the boys hear you? Maybe wake the dead?”

“You’re such a brat,” You simper through a shuddering breath, and if you weren’t so consumed by him then maybe you would have laughed at the joke he manages to squeeze in at the last moment. But he’s not wrong. What’s the point in keeping silent in an abandoned building that you’re positive only you and your friends are currently occupying? How much longer do you expect to keep quiet, when the way he’s making you feel begins to slowly burn at your insides?

He curls his fingers deep in you, and your jaw unhinges in a silent gap. You wonder how long you can last, face burning with every passing second as he fingers you closer and closer to your high. Your hips jut outward to meet his hand with every motion, grinding against his knuckles in a desperate need to get off. You’re shameless about it too, fingers gripping his shirt tightly, brows scrunched together in hardened dedication.

“Such a pretty little mess,” Namjoon hums. “Want you to cum on my hand, baby girl.”

“Fuck, Namjoon━” You whimper now, head lulling back as he twists his fingers further in you.

But, as soon as you do so, the echoing sound of footsteps has your eyes darting to the darkened corridor. You make out the sound of oblivious chatter, and the familiar voices of Taehyung and Hoseok echoing from somewhere down below. They must be two floors down, though you can hear them screaming at nothing in particular, except for a string of profanities that meet your ears.

“Jesus, fuck!” That definitely sounds like Taehyung, voice shrill with worry.

“Chill!” There’s Hoseok, but you think he was also screaming moments ago with Taehyung. “It’s just a spider.”

“I don’t care! Get it off of me!”

“Bunch of dumbasses,” Namjoon shakes his head rigidly, a fleeting grin forming on his face that is quick to fade as he curls his fingers upwards further into you. And, while your attention is somewhat fixated on the boys, you find yourself treading a fine line of not giving a fuck as Namjoon’s fingers stay buried deep within your cunt. Still, Namjoon can sense the slight urgency in your demeanor when your hands wind around his neck to tug at his hair, as if to gesture to the strangers that he already knows are nearby.

“It’s okay,” he murmurs reassuringly, voice low enough for only you to hear. “You’re doing so good, love.”

He slows his fingers almost to a halt as you burrow your face in the crook of his neck. Your walls continue to clench around his fingers, and he adds a third finger to stretch you out just enough in a teasing leisure manner. He does it on purpose too, this much you know for certain, as he pinches playfully at your waist. It’s lewd, the idea of him fingering you out in public like this but the emboldened adrenaline coursing through your veins doesn’t want him to stop. By now, your high overwhelms everything else, causing you to writhe against Namjoon as he cradles you to him. You cum moments later, your orgasm overcoming you before you can sense it, trembling beneath his hands as he continues to finger you through it. Warm, wet arousal leaks from your core, coats his fingers all over as a punctuating whimper of his name tumbles from your lips.

“That’s it, baby,” he says gently. “Let everyone hear how dirty you are. Let it all out.”

Your thighs shake, squeezing shut around his hand, and all he can do is rub soothing circles into your hips with his free hand. He waits for your breath to steady, as the coil in your belly loosens, instead taking the time to admire you to your fullest, drunken hooded eyes glazed over in that perfect expression he loves.

“Want your cock in me now, Joon,” You whine breathlessly. The whining persistence in your voice excites Namjoon, only amplified tenfold by the way you begin nipping and sucking at his neck.

“Now?” he asks.

“Now.”

Almost instantly, there’s a noticeable shift in his expression, a shit-eating smirk tugging at his mouth. You smother the rest of it before it can become too smug, folding your lips over his. Still, he hums through your eager kissing, “Yeah? Gonna let me fuck you like this, love? Take you raw against this wall, right here, right now?”

“Yes, please,” You mewl. Growing restless, you beg silently, “Namjoon.”

“Better make it quick then, hm?”

You can only nod, still in a daze from the orgasm that still courses through your veins. Namjoon’s quick to oblige, pulling his hands from your heat and wiping your slick wetness off on his thigh. Clumsy hands between the both of you fumble to undo the button of his jeans, hastily undoing them just enough to free his straining cock from within. He wedges himself between your legs, hiking your skirt farther up your thighs, and he hurries to free his length from its confinements, wild locks spilling out onto his forehead and into your own line of sight. You push his hair up and away from his face, though your fingers grip suddenly at the roots of his locks when he grips your thigh and hoists it up to his hip, and then pushes himself into you at once, the tip of his warm cock easily coaxed by your already wet walls. He moans into your neck but muffles it halfheartedly by kissing along your throat.

“Easy there, boy,” You snicker, though your own words are a weak drunken slur, drowning out into a muffled whimper as he thrusts himself into you all the way. His hips meet yours roughly, grinding against you as your walls stretch around his throbbing cock.

“I’m needy,” he whines. “Just wanna feel you around me.”

He wastes no time in moving again, pulling his hips back only to thrust into you, adopting a steady fluid pace in such a way that has your head lolling back against the wall, and your mouth popping open in a silent moan as you shift beneath him. The wall of the building behind you is rough and jagged but you don’t feel it, not with the way he continues to thrust into you. His fingers dig into the flesh of your thigh, stretching you apart in such a way that has him pummeling his length into your core just right.

“Fuck,” he grunts into your neck. Impatient hands move to yank your shirt up to your chest, pulling your bra down just enough for your breasts to pop out. He moves to leave a wet trail of kisses to your breasts, catching one of your nipples between his teeth and sucking harshly at it. The new sensation has your own walls clenching around him, and he almost comes undone then. Against your chest, you can hear him murmur breathlessly, “You feel so fucking good, baby.”

“Mmm,” You tug harshly at the roots of his hair. An unabashedly loud moan nearly tumbles from your lips before you can bite it back. Elsewhere, you can hear the sound of faint footsteps once more in the far distance, Taehyung and Hoseok much closer this time (quite possibly on the same floor as you, but the opposite end), but you don’t seem to care much anymore about the potentiality of being caught. “Fuck, Namjoon━”

“You like being fucked like this?” he rasps. “Out in public, for anyone to see?”

You feebly muster a nod, lips parting in a silent moan safe for the sound of your hot panting in his ear. Hurried yet deep shuddering strokes, he fucks into you again and again until your head is spinning. Every thrust sends a jolt up your spine and, still riddled by your first high, your body is quick to turn into shambles beneath him. Your hands flail outward to grasp onto every inch of his body, hands slithering beneath the material of his shirt, fingernails to dig crescent shapes into his torso, then snaking downward to grasp at his bum, pulling him in closer each time he rolls his hips into yours.

“Joon…” Your voice is an exhausted moan when it meets his ear. He almost doesn’t hear it, instead too caught up in the way your panting breaths mingle with the crude wetness of his cock delving past your folds each time. Somewhere, once more, in the distance even closer this time is the sound of footsteps once more. The thought of someone walking in one you like this━Namjoon wedged between your thighs, drilling his leaking cock into your wet cunt and tearing you to utter shambles━does something chaotically good to you. “Not gonna last.”

“Me neither,” he gasps. “Don’t care. Just wanna cum. Just wanna feel you cum around me.”

His thrusts begin to tread into sloppy territory, fervently itching to get both of you off. You reach your second high first, tumbling towards it with open arms. You can’t contain yourself, the tempting moan dancing upon the tip of your tongue, burning in your throat as your orgasm twists at your belly. “Fuck, baby, I’m gonna━”

But your voice splinters off into a delicious sounding whimper. Wary of being caught by your wandering friends when you’re both so close to being undone (because, really, the idea of someone else hearing you whimper because of how good his cock is exhilarates him), Namjoon’s hand clamps over your lips and you welcome it graciously, favouring the idea of his fingers poking into your mouth so that you have something to distract your moaning. It still comes, broken and inaudible, smothered by Namjoon’s hand, as your tongue lavs around his digits.

Now, you’re truly a sight to behold, making Namjoon’s length twitch amongst your walls. Exhausted, fucked out eyes gawk at him, too weak to carry on, instead jutting your hips forward to meet his with each thrust.

“Shit,” he whines. “Fuckin’ hell, Y/N━”

He comes moments later, frantic slaps of his own hips having him spilling his seed sloppily into your already wet cunt. The abrupt sensation as your own walls clenching so impossibly tight around him, he feels as if he can’t move, though it’s not as if he immediately plans to. Instead, after a few more rocky thrusts into you to ride out both of your highs, he collapses against your chest and you smooth your fingers delicately through his hair.

It’s a miracle when you both manage to finally pry themselves off of one another. As Namjoon hurries to tuck himself back into his jeans, you fidget with your bra and shirt, and then the hem of your skirt, tugging it as low as it can go. His cum is still warm and sticky between your legs, slowly beginning to run down your inner thighs.

You catch him looking at some point and ask curiously, “What?”

“Nothing,” he says innocently. “Just wondering how you still manage to look so beautiful even after having my cum fucked in you.”

You roll your eyes as you reach out to ruffle his messy hair in an attempt to tame the damage you’ve caused. He smiles wide at the effort anyway.

“Decent?” he asks.

“Good enough,” You say. “Now, let’s find the boys before anyone notices we were gone for too long.”

And this, he doesn’t disagree with.

Later, when you and Namjoon have regrouped with the rest of the boys back by the cars parked outside the asylum, everyone looks a little more on edge than when you left them. Except for maybe you and Namjoon. You wonder if the boys notice, judging by the way you and Namjoon keep giggling amongst yourselves.

“So,” Jungkook says, “did you guys find anything?”

“Nothing,” Jin admits. “Just freaked out Jimin a little bit more.”

The boy in question can be seen scowling to himself, arms folded over his chest. “All I gotta say is screw this place.”

Hoseok looks indifferent as he reviews a recording on the camera in his hands. When he speaks, his voice is a casual drawl. “Dunno. Thought we heard some suspiciously loud moaning from one part of that building that I’m almost positive Namjoon and Y/N were exploring.”

At this, Taehyung bursts out into wolfish laughter, only prompted further by your sudden horrified expression that you try to play off nonchalantly and fail miserably at doing. So they had heard you two after all? “Ha! They sure were exploring something.”

While the rest of the boys look either intrigued or rightfully confused, Namjoon shakes his head defiantly. “Nah, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yeah, sure.”

Resisting the urge to hide behind your hands, you bite your tongue and try to sift through your brain for something else to discuss. Over the childish giggling sounding from Taehyung and Hoseok, you ask, “Well, did you guys find anything? Thought we heard you exploring the third floor.”

“Third floor?” Hoseok echoes, dumbfounded. “We didn’t get that far.”

“But I could have sworn I heard you guys.”

Hoseok’s brows knit together. He exchanges a look with Taehyung, then returns his stare to you. “You probably heard Tae screaming like a lunatic because a spider was on him. We were only in there long enough to try the spirit box out again, but that was on the second floor. Then the spider thing happened. Then, we left.”

Now, this is alarming. You gap at the boys as your mind tries to piece together the puzzles of this dilemma. Had you heard the boys, or perhaps something else entirely? Or maybe it was just your imagination. Namjoon did say your mind plays tricks on you ━ but the sound of footsteps had been so vivid.

Even Namjoon looks stupefied, gawking at Hoseok. “Wait, you’re not joking, are you?”

“No,” Taehyung shakes his head. “We were filming the whole time. We can show you. Are you guys joking?”

“No,” You promise. “We were━ Erm━ We got distracted. We weren’t really paying much attention but━”

You’re fortunate when Yoongi decides to speak up, interrupting your embarrassed stammering. “So then what did you guys hear…?

A beat of silence passes amongst your group of friends. One-by-one, you each turn to look up at the haunting asylum still standing behind you, the night blurring its shape into one incomprehensible monstrosity. Okay, so maybe the ghost stories about this place are true. A shiver runs down your spine.

Then━

“So does that mean the ghost is a Peeping Tom or━?” Jungkook asks. You wonder if you should be concerned by his serious tone.

The boys howl with laughter at the thought, though you’re still admittedly a little shaken up by the idea of a ghost watching you and Namjoon bone. Maybe you asked for it, what with deciding to have a quickie in a haunted asylum.

“I don’t know, but can we please get out of here?” You press thinly. “Jimin was right. Screw this place.”

If the boys are as deeply unsettled by yours and Namjoon’s sudden revelation, you don’t know. You all manage to pack up your belongings and clamber in the cars in record timing, speeding away from the asylum unscathed. And if you really did just witness a ghost encounter, then you suppose it isn’t all that bad.

At the very least, Namjoon’s video does make it to the trending page.

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#deep dive (11)

#corporate masterlist summary: you receive some surprising news at work and you and jungkook go on your first mini-trip together in tokyo. word count: 11.2k warnings: cursing, alcohol, smut, a fight, discussions of mental health smut warnings- handjob, blowjob, fingering, guided masturbation, penetrative sex, overstimulation, a lil crying, excessive use of pet names lol a/n: another chapter that got away from me... our couple is moving along ladies!! as always ty @cutechim for ur inspiring enthusiasm!!

Surprisingly, after your outburst at work, you hadn’t been reprimanded at all. Despite being nervous to show your face to your boss and your coworkers, there was apparently no need to be nervous.

Because your boss was out on “leave”. Which, as Seokjin and Namjoon had informed you, was really just a way for the senior leaders to tell your boss and his boss to get their shit together.

Much more aggressively, of course.

You’re surprised to see your boss’s office empty and his boss’s office empty as well. And then guilt begins to seep into your bones- had you gotten them fired? It was hard enough to land a job these days, and had you done that to them?

Jungkook catches your forlorn gaze and squeezes your hand subtly as he walks with you to your cubicle. Your side of the floor is relatively quiet today, as many people were out of the office or working from home.

He sits with you in the chair in your cubicle and pulls his laptop out to do some work on this breezy morning. You quite like these impromptu working sessions with him- even if you’re (halfway) in love with him, you both know where to raise the lines of professionalism.

But you hold his hand for a second longer, and he squeezes once more.

“What if I got them fired,” You whisper, careful to keep your voice low.

“Even if they did get fired, they deserve it. For creating a toxic workplace environment,” Jungkook says, so full of conviction that you almost believe it.

“Okay,” You say uncertainly, “Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” He murmurs, giving you a sweet, bunny smile, “I’m sure.”

You nod, sighing heavily. “I’ll book a conference room, can you ping Sana and let her know we have to finish those deliverables for the workshop in August? So Namjoon can get his eyes on it…”

“Can’t believe it’s already May,” Jungkook mumbles, shaking his head, “Fucking crazy.”

“I know, right?”

You pack up your laptop and your notebook in your bag and gesture for Jungkook to follow you to the conference room. He walks behind you, wanting to catch a glimpse of the way your dark green pencil skirt hugs your hips and your ass.

Nice.

Midway through your working meeting with Sana and Jungkook, you receive a ping from Hae-Ri herself. Jungkook raises an eyebrow at you when you stop speaking mid-sentence, your eyebrows furrowed in perplexity.

“Uh, I gotta step out for a few minutes. Can you two finish this off in the meantime?” You ask, pulling your green blazer on shoving your laptop in your bag.

“Yeah, I think we’re almost done anyway,” Sana says, eyeing you and Jungkook with suspicious eyes. She’s long suspected something was going on with you both. She’s not blind to the not so discreet heart eyes you both send each other, but she assumes you both are keeping whatever it is a secret.

Jungkook sends you a text right away. You tell him Hae-Ri asked to speak with you and that you’ll text him later.

Your heart is in your throat as you walk the two minutes to her corner office with a view but you keep your face as neutral as possible.

She’s already ushering you inside and closing the door behind her, telling you to take a seat.

“Do you want coffee or tea or water?” Hae-Ri asks, pouring herself a large cup of coffee.

“No, I’m okay, thanks,” You say, straightening your back as you try to calm your racing heart.

She sits in her big, fancy leather office chair (it looks like it costs more than the outfit on your skin) and she just looks at you, with her unnerving eyes. You say nothing, only meeting her gaze with the same intensity.

Hae-Ri breaks your impromptu staring contest first with a wide grin.

“So,” She starts.

“So…”

“Do you know why I asked you to come in here?”

You bite your tongue, wanting to ask her “how would I know why you called me in here” but you refrain. “No…”

“Being the head of business development means that I have visibility to everything,” Hae-Ri says matter of factly, “And I’m sure you know that Namjoon and Seokjin sing your praises every chance they can.

“The reason I called you in here is because there’s an opening for a new team that’s gonna be managed under both Hyo-Jin and I. It’ll be a hybrid approach for managing new products, submissions and being part of the business strategy. The position would have a direct line to Hyo-Jin but a dotted line to me. And we think you would be a great fit for it. It’s an associate director level position…”

Associate director? You can’t help your jaw from dropping, that’s three levels up from your current position. It’s a promotion on top of a promotion.

Holy shit. Nobody’s ever recognized you in this way. You swallow a ball of emotion down your throat- of course, you complain about work, about your shitty boss. But never in your wildest dreams, could you have imagined that two of the heads in this area would recognize and recommend you.

“It’s a lot to think about and consider. The position will be posted on the internal career portal in about three weeks to a month. It’ll be a challenge, but I think you’re up to the task. Of course, there is no pressure if you choose not to apply. But talent and leadership should not go unrecognized.”

When you tell Jungkook what Hae-Ri said to you in the safety of your car, he’s far more excited than you are. He kisses your cheeks, your forehead, your lips and you can’t help but laugh at his antics.

“I’m so proud of you, sweetheart,” Jungkook breathes, “About time these people got their shit together-”

“It’s a lot to think about,” You muse, “A promotion of three levels? That hardly ever happens…”

“That just shows how incredibly amazing my hot, sexy, girlfriend is,” Jungkook says, earning himself a swat of his shoulder by your hand, “And it shows how shitty your boss was to let you fly under the radar for this long.”

You give him a small smile. “I have a few weeks to think about it before it gets posted. Hae-Ri said it should be up in mid-June…”

“We gotta celebrate,” Jungkook insists, dropping another kiss to your glossy lips. You laugh, feeling a little giddy along with him.

“It’s not premature?”

“We’re only celebrating the mere possibility.”

“Okay,” You nod, “Let’s go for drinks tonight with our friends? But can we just keep it between us? I don’t want to jinx anything.”

“Yeah, it can be our secret for now,” Jungkook winks, his hoops shaking as he laughs with you, “Stay the night tonight?”

“Maybe, I’ll see if Grandma is okay,” You murmur and Jungkook nods. A squeal (one that you’ll later deny) leaves your lips when Jungkook pulls you into his lap and presses kisses up and down the column of your neck.

“Now lemme show my girl how proud I am of her.”

It’s another night, a warm sticky night in June, where Jungkook stays over your house for the weekend. You don’t like leaving Grandma alone, despite her insistence that you have your own life. Jungkook understands, and it was actually him who had suggested spending the weekend at your place.

Your heart flutters at the thought of him. He had a late Friday meeting and had told you he’d meet you at your house around seven or eight that evening, and had subtly squeezed your hand in your cubicle in goodbye.

That was a few hours ago, and Jungkook had texted you letting you know that he was on his way. He had stopped by to bring flowers, a bottle of wine and some pastries for you and Grandma. They were Grandma’s favorites.

Grandma had insisted on making dinner for you and Jungkook, despite your protests. Your favorite aromas linger in the air and you contemplate having a few bites before Jungkook even arrives. You try to reach for a piece of mandu but Grandma swats your hand away, admonishing you for trying to eat before your boyfriend and guest even arrived.

Boyfriend. What a strange word.

A series of knocks. You eagerly step towards the front door, ignoring Grandma’s not so quiet snicker.

“Hi,” You breathe out, feeling a little flustered. As if you hadn’t just seen him a few hours ago at work.

“Hi, sweet girl,” Jungkook says with a small upturn of his lips and you press a chaste kiss to his lips. It surprises him, how often you kiss him in front of Grandma. Even if they are quick, chaste kisses.

“You gonna invite him in or just stand there and let him get cold?” Grandma says from the dining room, peering over to you both with a hand on her hip.

“Yeah, you gonna let me get cold?” Jungkook asks with a wink and you groan. They always tag team you, but you don’t mind. In fact, you love it. You love that your boyfriend and your only remaining member of your family get along.

You pull him inside and take his bag from him, finally seeing the flowers, bottle of wine and box in his arms.

“What’s all this?” You ask with widened eyes, “You didn’t have to, Jungkook…”

He always brings something when he comes over, and you always say those words to him.

“His parents raised him better than to come to someone’s house empty handed,” Grandma says in approval, making Jungkook’s heart soar. Whenever Grandma gives an inclination that she likes him, it makes him smile. It’s endearing. You rub his cheek with your thumb affectionately and he scrunches his nose at your touch.

“I’ll go put your stuff upstairs,” You murmur, rubbing his back warmly and leaving him with Grandma. Jungkook pulls the sleeves of his sweater to his elbows to help Grandma put the food on the dining table, and your heart constricts at how well he fits with you in your cozy home.

You return to find three glasses of wine filled and a plate already set for you across from Jungkook.

“Food’s so good, Grandma,” Jungkook moans, after nearly inhaling his entire plate. And then some.

“No thanks to your girlfriend,” Grandma snorts and shoots you a teasing smile when you protest loudly.

“Hey! You insisted!”

You pout at both of them when they laugh at your expense, but their laughter makes you smile. Grandma asks Jungkook how work is going, how his family is. You only smile fondly at both of them, taking a backseat from the conversation. It amazes you, how quickly he’s taken to Grandma. You thought it would’ve taken a little more to pull him out of his shell. But he surprises you, as he usually does.

You clear the table and pour another glass of wine for you and Jungkook, who’s turning on your television to browse what movies or shows are available for watching.

You sit next to him after dimming the lights, careful with the two glasses of wine. He’s careful about touching you, not wanting to offend or make you or Grandma uncomfortable.

It’s endearing. You only smile at him, pulling the blankets up to cover you both and lean your head on his shoulder. He tenses up immediately, wanting to reluctantly move away from your touch but you squeeze his forearm in reassurance.

Grandma says nothing as she watches you both, only casting a knowing look to Jungkook.

His cheeks flush at her gaze and he sinks deeper under the blankets, hiding his warm cheeks from Grandma. Grandma only chuckles to herself and you’re oblivious to both of them, eyes focused on the movie.

Grandma had long gone to bed, and you and Jungkook are cuddled under the blankets. Jungkook watches the movie raptly, oblivious to your stolen glances and almost touches. You sigh, wrapping an arm around his bicep and nosing at his neck. You absently push his hair away from his eyes, the pads of your fingers dancing over his scalp. It takes a few moments of you nipping his neck, your lips wet and warm against his skin for him to turn his gaze to you.

“Can I help you?” Jungkook asks, amusement dancing in his eyes.

“Yeah,” You breathe, “Let’s go to bed, baby.”

“But the movie,” Jungkook protests, his lips breaking into a wide smile at the furrow of your brow, “I’m only kidding. We can watch the movie in bed after all, right?”

You roll your eyes, shoving his shoulder playfully but he acquiesces.

You get through all of ten minutes of the movie once you settle in between his legs in your bed. Jungkook’s chin is over your shoulder, arms wrapped around your waist loosely. You wonder if he can hear your heart beating right out of your chest. He holds you so easily, as if he was always meant to fit between the spaces of your body.

You’ve changed into your pajamas, just a shirt and some shorts and Jungkook has as well. Into an oversized shirt and his boxers.

Jungkook fully looks like your boyfriend, your baby, and it sends a wave of affection through you. Turning your head and shifting to look at him. His cut jaw calls for your attention and you press your lips there, to his neck and finally to his own lips.

“Can’t believe you’re mine,” You mumble, running your fingers through his dark hair.

“Are you mine?” Jungkook asks, pressing his forehead to yours. A smart comment is on the tip of your tongue, but it disappears from your mind quickly. The way he’s looking at you, as if you hold all of his warmth, makes you curl further into him and drop another kiss to his lips.

“Yes,” You exhale and your cheeks heat up when you pluck the courage to run a hand over his chest. Jungkook finds your shyness endearing- for someone a little rough around the edges, he’s not surprised at your softness.

“Baby,” Jungkook murmurs, the term of affection still making your heart lurch, “You can touch, sweet girl. ‘M all yours.”

You swallow, a little nervously. “Me too,” You say softly, “Want you to touch me, baby.” You lean your head on his shoulder, tugging him down to you and meet his lips eagerly. You deepen the kiss quickly, a moan slipping out of your mouth without realizing. You could kiss him for hours, the soft feel of his smooth lips against yours is addicting. Flurries of butterflies erupt in your belly when he nips your bottom lip playfully and you moan again, the sound shooting straight through Jungkook.

He pulls away for a breath, looking at you with hooded eyes. You’re about to dip your head for another kiss but he ducks his head to plaster his lips to your neck. The wetness of his tongue slides along the column of your neck, before he gently kisses you behind your ear. If you were standing, your knees would have buckled surely. Jungkook cups your face gently, rubbing your cheek as he buries his face in your neck.

“Jungkook,” You breathe and he coaxes an unexpected moan from your throat when he sucks and soothes your collarbones.

Jungkook pulls away with reddened lips and you immediately push your lips to his without missing a breath. He’s itching to let his hands roam, to squeeze and hike your shirt up around your waist before peeling it off altogether.

You run your tongue over his bottom lip teasingly and press your chest flat against his. He’s been so patient with you, taking it as slow as you had needed to. Jungkook has been following your lead this whole time, not wanting to overwhelm you. But you’ve been ready for him to take the lead and teach you. The last thing he wants to do is make you feel pressured.

And honestly, all Jungkook wants to do is make you feel good. And learn what you like and don’t like. He doesn’t think you even know what you like. He has a feeling of a few things that he is excited to explore with you.

Jungkook is not surprised when you take his hand and pull it under your shirt. The pads of his fingertips, brush lightly against your sides. You gasp at the sudden spark of his hands against your skin and impatiently slide up against him for more friction.

His hands are so big, so much bigger than your own, dotted in tattoos. You can hardly believe these are the hands that are squeezing you so gently and adoringly. But you’re impatient, and you pull your sleep shirt up and off of your frame to toss it to the side.

You want more. You want more of him and you don’t want slow. You want soft, but you’re ready for something a little more.

“My pretty girl,” Jungkook purrs, thumbs flitting over your tits, “Does my pretty girl want somethin’?”

“Just want you,” You mumble.

“Tell me,” Jungkook murmurs, fingers tracing over your tattoos with a featherlight touch.

“Want you to touch me,” You nearly whine, and he grins in satisfaction. One of these days, he’ll teach you what it means to beg. But not today. He palms your breasts, moaning into your neck just at the feel of your soft flesh in his hands.

The sight of his tattooed hands on yours, his tattooed arms around you sends another bolt of arousal down your spine.

Your eyes close of their own volition when he pinches your nipple, a silent sound caught in your throat. And then his pliant mouth replaces his fingers, warm breath fanning over your chest. Arousal shoots down your spine and you squeeze your legs together without realizing it.

It’s clear that he knows what he’s doing- not that you had any doubt in your mind about that. He’s told you that he’s had two serious girlfriends in college and the beginning of graduate school. You’re certain there were hookups in between and after.

Your hips buck up, grinding into the air as you squirm in his arms. “Stay still,” Jungkook murmurs. You can’t help it, not really. But you try to listen anyway. “Open your eyes,” He coaxes you.

When you meet his eyes, they’re slick with desire and adoration. For you.

“Good girl,” He says, his voice low. The low timber of his voice sends a shudder through you and your eyes widen. Jungkook’s lips twist into a smirk.

“Will you let me make you feel good?” Jungkook asks, his hand ghosting over your thighs. Your hips jump at the sensation and he squeezes your waist. You nod eagerly. “Tell me, baby,” He says, his lips leaving trails of kisses down your chest and your belly.

“Yes,” You gasp, “Jungkook, please-”

He gives you a bright, bunny smile and your heart skips a beat. Adjusting you so that your back is flat against his chest, he kisses the back of your neck. His touch is constant on you- your belly, your waist, your breasts.

Jungkook palms your clothed pussy and you gasp sharply at the buzzing sensation suddenly filling your head. You reach behind him to wrap your arm around his head and tug on his hair impatiently as he rubs against you with quicker paces.

You wonder if he even knows what he’s doing to you. From the wetness staining your panties, he just might find out soon enough.

“Show me how you touch yourself, baby,” Jungkook murmurs, his voice husky in your ear. You’re certain cotton is filling his brain, because there’s no way he just asked you that.

“What?” You ask, and Jungkook chuckles at your speechlessness.

“Didn’t hear me?” Jungkook says, “Show me how you touch yourself.”

You’re stunned into submission, peering up at him with hazy eyes. Keeping your eyes on him, you shrug out of your shorts and your underwear in one fell swoop, leaving you completely bare for his gaze. Goosebumps rise on your skin when he says nothing, only drinking you in with wide, thirsty eyes.

Jungkook swallows. “Fuck.”

“What?” You ask, beginning to panic at his lack of a reaction. You close your legs instinctively but he pushes your knees apart, giving him a view of your glistening folds.

“Had such a big crush on you in school,” Jungkook mutters, “You didn’t even know, baby. And now I get to see you like this. Because you gave us a chance.

“And you’re so fuckin’ pretty,” Jungkook says, tugging your jaw to him and dropping a deep kiss to your lips.

“Thought you wanted a show,” You quirk the corner of your lips up and he chuckles against your neck. His hands tighten around your waist, pulling you closer to him and you feel something hard poking at your ass.

It makes your stomach flip. You bring your knees up to your chest and spread your legs wider. Jungkook’s breaths are staggered in your ear and he squeezes your tits as your hands slide down your chest to your pussy. You rub your clit, your hips jolting immediately and Jungkook holds you steady.

You tease yourself, your touch barely there as your clit throbs. “Look at you, pretty girl,” Jungkook murmurs. You circle your clit with your middle finger, gathering your wetness before Jungkook seizes your hand.

It appears he’s growing impatient, too.

His much longer fingers replace yours, the touch sending another bolt of electricity through you. You imagine what Jungkook’s fingers feel like against you almost all the time, but reality is so much better than your daydreams. He rubs you lazily and you whine, wanting him to go faster. You put your hand over his as he circles your clit.

You don’t even realize that you’re moaning and squirming, pushing back against his hard cock purposefully. “Be quiet, baby,” Jungkook whispers, nipping your earlobe, “Grandma’s only a few doors down…”

Jungkook makes you feel like you’re in your own world, thoughts filled with nothing but sinful honey and him. You whimper as he rubs your clit faster and faster, your thighs beginning to close to lock his fingers in place.

“Jungkook,” You moan, cheeks heating up at the pitchiness of your voice. Jungkook hums in response, only pressing his lips to your neck and his other hand to your chest. You push back against him harshly, back pressed into his chest as if you’re trying to mold yourself into him.

You writhe in his hold, not used to the feeling of his long, thick fingers rubbing your folds. Jungkook pushes a finger into your throbbing pussy once you’re slick and you shiver, a broken sort of noise escaping your lips. Your moans are loud, and Jungkook is pleased but he presses his lips to yours to swallow your soft noises.

Your grip around his wrist is tight, as if to tether yourself to him. “Hey,” Jungkook says softly, nipping at your earlobe again, “Look, baby. Watch me, look how your pussy was made for me. You’re so wet, sweet girl…”

Glancing down to where his fingers were gliding in and out of your wetness easily, you let out another choked noise. He slips another finger into your pussy and you let out a shuddering gasp of his name, your nails digging into his wrist. The lewd sounds of his fingers in your wetness fills your bedroom and if you weren’t so consumed by thoughts of him, you might be almost embarrassed.

“Kook,” You mumble, your hips grinding into his touch to feel as much of him as you can, “Kook, feels so good…” You snake a hand behind you to sink into his dark hair and tug lightly, pulling a soft groan from him.

“Good girl,” Jungkook murmurs, leaving hot, open mouthed kisses down the column of your neck, “My good girl, my dream girl-”

Another rush of wetness floods his fingers at his words and he smirks into your sweaty skin. Your ass is pressed up against his hardened cock, but he wants to make you feel good first. He can worry about himself later. He bucks his hips into your ass and you push back at the feel of his clothed cock against you.

Your thighs begin to shake, a coil beginning to snap in your belly. It’s more powerful than it’s ever been- your own fingers had never brought you to the edge like this.

“You’re close, right?” Jungkook nearly slurs, high off of the sound of your noises, “My pretty girl’s gonna cum all over my fingers?”

You tug his hair harder and nod furiously, hips still bucking into his fingers. It only takes a few more rubs of your clit and pumps of his fingers for you to gasp and arch your back off of his chest. Jungkook immediately plasters his lips to yours to silence the sound of you cumming.

He’ll have to hear them fully. He needs to. But not tonight.

You pull away to gasp for air and your chest is heaving, eyes wide at the force of your orgasm from just his fingers alone. “Jungkook,” You mumble, wanting to see him. You turn in his hold, finally facing him and he’s just as lust blown as you.

You give him a lazy smile and wrap your arms around him, nosing at his neck. Before he can say anything to you, you roll your hips into his, meeting his clothed hardness. Jungkook drops his head against the headboard, groaning softly. His hands are planted firmly on your bare hips and you seemingly don’t mind that he’s fully clothed while you’re not.

“Rock with me, baby,” He murmurs, burying his face in your chest. Your legs are on either side of his hips and you comply easily, your breath hitching when he kisses marks soothingly over your breasts.

You wonder if you’re about to have the pleasure of seeing Jungkook cum again- it’s always beautiful, like the rest of him. Your hips feel like home to him, he squeezes and swats your ass gently. You only grin at him, pressing your forehead to his. His eyes nearly close in pleasure but he keeps them open, wanting to see you moving with him. A wet spot forms on his boxers from both of your arousals and he knows he’s about to cum soon-

And you do, too.

“Y’r g’nna make me cum in my pants, like I’m fifteen,” Jungkook pants, eyes straining to stay open to watch you.

“Or like you’re twenty-one and you’re obsessed with your mentor,” You breathe, earning yourself a pinch to your waist, “Kook, ‘m close again…” You never cum this quickly after the first time. Jungkook brings out the best parts of you, it seems.

“Me too, baby,” He grunts into your skin, harshly covering your lips with his own. A spark blooms in your belly, slowly spreading and warming you up from within. It’s much slower and less intense than your first orgasm, but just as delicious. You’re sensitive as he rocks his hips into yours and you whine softly at the feeling.

You move to sit on his thigh and your hands shake for a moment before scratching his chest with your freshly done nails. Then his abs. Then his navel.

“Can I?” You mumble.

“Can you what, baby?” Jungkook asks, amusement still in his eyes. You huff. He’s really going to make you say it.

“Wanna feel you, baby,” You murmur, meeting his eyes, “Wanna feel your cock in my hand-”

“‘M yours, pretty girl,” He replies easily, taking your wrist in his hand. You palm him from outside his boxers and you both groan- you from how big he is, and him from how warm your hand feels against him.

You shyly dip your hand down the waistband of his boxers but he stops you for a second. He wordlessly moves you from his thigh to the bed to slip out of his boxers so that he’s bare to you as well. After all, it’s only fair.

You can’t stop the soft gasp that leaves your lips or the way that your eyes zero in on his leaking cock. He’s so big in your hands and you can’t help but lick your dry, parched lips. Your cheeks are warm and for once, you have nothing to say- no quip, no snarky remark.

You tug on his shirt impatiently- how had you allowed him to be wearing clothes for this long? Pulling his shirt off of him and tossing it to the floor, you allow yourself the luxury of letting your hands roam his honeyed skin. He’s somehow both cut and soft, tight and supple.

Despite the number of times you’ve seen him like this, you can never get used to it. Even if it’s not the first time his cock is hot and heavy in your hands, you can’t help but trace his tattoos with your free hand and feel a little in over your head.

“Kook,” You murmur, curling close into his side and drawing your knees up to your chest, “Baby, teach me.”

Jungkook groans, the sincerity in your voice making his stomach flip. He takes your hand and squeezes before guiding you to the tip of his reddened cock. You experimentally palm his cock, smearing his leaking pre-cum over his cock and he gasps, burying his face in your shoulder.

You stroke him slowly, watching and listening for his breaths. They’re heavy against your skin and he tightens his grip around your waist, trying to melt into you.

“Faster, baby,” Jungkook says, his voice wrecked, “‘m so close-”

You pump him faster in your hands, making sure to be gentle with your grip. Jungkook looks down, marvelling at how big he looks in your hands.

“Am I doing okay, Jungkook?” You whisper, dark eyes wide and unsure. With hooded eyes, he groans and kisses you, and you feel his moans vibrating through your body. He’s so close- he can feel himself starting to come undone, and with another few pumps, he comes all over your hand. Some of his cum splatters on his belly but he pays it no mind, only focusing on regulating his breaths. Without thinking, you lick at the tips of your fingers and swallow the little bit of his cum that landed on your hands.

“I’ll go get a tissue to clean you up,” You whisper, searching for your shirt. When you find it, you stand up on shaky legs, only for him to yank you back towards the bed.

“Jungkook,” You scold lightly, and he presses his face into your belly.

“You believe me when I say you’re my dream girl,” Jungkook murmurs, ignoring your noise of protest. He looks up at you with bright, sparkling eyes. You swallow nervously, unable to handle the sudden bubbling of adoration you hold for this man.

“Put your boxers on, Jeon,” You mumble, pushing yourself off of him. You hear him laugh fondly. He knows you too well, he knows you’re repeating his words in your head. You emerge from the bathroom, looking a little unsure but still determined. Your hands tremble a little as you attempt to clean him up and he covers your hand with his own to guide you. Jungkook watches you flit around the room before standing up and tugging his boxers on.

He stands up and wraps his arms around your waist, his hands dipping under your shirt. Being in his arms immediately calms you down in gentle waves. He’s become such a calming pillar, a welcomed force in your life. You don’t think even your wildest, most romantic dreams could have ever conjured up someone like him.

Maybe he’s your dream boy, too.

Jungkook drops a kiss to your cheek, walking you back to the bed and laying you on top of it. He pulls the covers up over both of you and is half on top of you. You lean in for a kiss, stars shining in your eyes as you look at him. His legs tangle with yours when he meets your lips and pulls you in close.

“Goodnight,” You whisper when you pull away, “I think you’re my dream boy that I didn’t know I was dreamin’ about.”

With that, you turn your head so he doesn’t see how flustered you are. Your cheeks meet the cool material of your pillow and you pretend not to hear his low chuckle. He only squeezes your waist and murmurs a soft ‘goodnight’ to you.

You’d submitted your application for the associate director position that Hae-Ri had recommended you to apply to. You’d already had the first round of interviews, with the person who would be your direct manager and with Hae-Ri herself. And then you had another interview with Hyo-Jin.

You felt at ease and it felt more like a conversation than an actual interview. Which Jungkook and Jin tell you is because you made the smart decision to get to know them both months ago, before you decided you wanted a shift in your career.

But then Hae-Ri dropped the bombshell on you after the series of interviews. To be in the position, she recommended you finish your masters program at the graduate school you dropped out of (or any grad school that had the same degree). She said the company would pay for it and you could do it while you worked.

But still. It left a sour, angry taste in your mouth.

Jungkook knows, somewhere in the back of his mind. That the words that are about to spill out of his mouth are going to upset you. But he says them anyway, because he thinks you need to hear them-

“If Hae-Ri said that she had a spot for you if you went back to school while working for her,” Jungkook says slowly, “Then isn’t it a no brainer? Your boss sucks, you complain about him and you deserve-”

“Back to school?” You scoff, “Everyone’s gonna be so much younger than me-”

“What does that matter? It’s just a year, and you’ll have your masters degree! Yeah, it’ll be hard to do it with work but you can-”

“I don’t wanna go back!” You exclaim (maybe a little childishly), and cross your arms over your chest. Annoyance seeps into you and you try your best not to get irritated at Jungkook. You know there is truth in his words but you don’t want to hear it just yet.

You’re not ready to face school again. You’re not ready to be at the same place that you had found out Appa had passed away. You’re not ready. Or are you?

“Why not! You don’t need to go back right away, Hae-Ri said-”

“I know what she said,” You say sharply, pinching the bridge of your nose with your brows furrowed, “You don’t need to repeat to me what she said, Jungkook.”

“I don’t understand,” Jungkook says flatly.

You start to notice his eyes losing its usual warmth, reminding you of the days when he would look at you so coldly.

You shiver. He instinctively reaches for you and you let him hold you close for a minute.

But the words come tumbling out of you, your cheeks blazing and ears burning, before you can stop them.

“I wouldn’t expect you to,” You mutter and he drops his hand from your waist as if he’s been burned.

Ice crawls through your veins, dousing you in something cold and unforgiving. You’re hurting him (again), and you can’t stop yourself. You can hardly stand yourself.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jungkook whispers, looking a little lost and a little heartbroken.

“It means you wouldn’t understand being too unable to take care of yourself to go to school,” You say, eyes narrow and jaw steeled, “It means everything’s come easy to you, Jungkook- fucking school, this fucking job-”

“That’s not fucking fair,” Jungkook says with a frown, “You’re deflecting and you’re being mean-”

You laugh. Mirthlessly. The hollowness seeping into your eyes makes Jungkook’s skin crawl.

“That’s me, baby. All I’m good at is deflecting and being mean. You haven’t caught on yet?”

“Stop,” Jungkook says firmly, hurt seeping into his voice as he levels his watery gaze at you, “You’re pushing me away. Stop it, baby.”

“Am I wrong?” You sneer, pressing your nails into your biceps. It hurts. You’re hurting him, it’s hurting you and you can’t stop running your mouth. You can’t stop the acid on your tongue or the daggers in your eyes.

You’re reacting this way just from the mere mention of going back to school. Pathetic.

“You have an opportunity to move ahead and you’re being stubborn about it because you don’t want to go back to school? I’m sure there are a lot of fucking hard memories associated with grad school but don’t take that out on me for wanting better for you,” Jungkook says coldly. While his eyes are icy, you still see the shine of unshed tears in them.

“I’m not being stubborn-”

“From all of this, that’s your response? That you’re not being stubborn?” Jungkook struggles not to raise his voice at you, feeling his chest burn with hurt.

“What else do you want me to say, Jungkook?” You throw your hands up in frustration, “I can’t make you understand-”

“I’m not telling you to make me understand,” Jungkook says, “I’m telling you to consider your future and your capabilities, you’re the one who fucking complains about work all the time-”

“Oh, well, sorry that we can’t be everyone’s fucking golden boy at work-”

“If you’re not gonna do anything about it, then don’t fucking complain-”

“Seriously? I can’t complain to my boyfriend now?”

“You’re missing the point, baby,” Jungkook sighs in irritation, pinching the bridge of his nose, “I can’t talk to you right now, not when you refuse to listen, and when you’re being spiteful.”

“W-what? What does that mean?” You say, nearly all of the fire extinguished from your belly at his words. He starts to put his jacket on, unable to look you in the eyes because if he does, he knows he’ll cry.

“W-wait, Jungkook,” You mumble, tugging his hand but he pulls it back as if you’ve burned him again, “Baby-”

“I can’t-” He squeezes his eyes shut, not noticing a few tears leak out. Your heart breaks in front of you- clearly you were too wrapped up in your own spiral of defense to realize how much your words were hurting him. “I don’t wanna be around you right now. Not if you’re gonna hurt me like this.”

“I’m-”

“I know you didn’t mean it, but you said it for a reason,” Jungkook says. His words make you tear up. “We can talk when you figure out why.”

“Jungkook,” You mumble, wanting to touch him but afraid he’ll reject you again, “Wait, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry-”

He looks at you long and hard, heart cracking a little bit at the sight of your sad eyes. But you did this and you need to figure out why you were so defensive over going back to school. He deserves better than you lashing out at him for the mere mention of it. He knows it and you know it.

Jungkook wants to kiss your tears away, but he’s hurting, too.

You want to ask for a kiss, for a text when he gets home. But you don’t, and he’s almost out of the front door before he turns on his heel and brushes his lips over your hair.

You feel salty tears drop from your eyes with his touch as he leaves you with an unspoken ultimatum.

You end up texting Jungkook an hour after he left your house, just wanting to make sure he got home safely. It takes him ten minutes from when you sent the text for him to respond with a simple ‘yes’ and you’re too nervous to text him anything other than a simple ‘okay’.

You hold your head in your hands and groan to yourself, rubbing your temples.

How could you say the things you said to him so easily, without regard for how it might hurt him? Just because the topic of school always set you off- and it always has for the last five years and change. No matter how much time has gone by, how far you’ve come in therapy… there’s always something.

You bury yourself under your covers and sniffle, finally letting yourself cry. A hole starts to unzip inside your chest and all you want to do is bury yourself in it. Your words to him, to the man who always has treated you with nothing but kindness and smiles, ring heavy in your ears.

He’s too good for you. He’s too good for you- he’s too golden and good for you. You’ll only bring him down, won’t you? With all of this baggage that he didn’t sign up for. There was no reason for you to verbally spit in his face like that.

His cold, hurt eyes are haunting. You can’t believe you put that look on his face. You’ve been on the receiving end of it because of your own actions too many times now.

It makes your heart ache and it makes you cry harder into your pillow. You don’t know how long it is that you lay there, but at some point, Grandma crawls into your bed with you and holds your head in her lap. She rubs your back as you cry and sniffle your heart out.

By the time Grandma gently coaxes you to tell her what happened, your chest hurts and your eyes are puffy and rimmed red. She only sighs and lays with you in silence, until she sighs again in that way that you know she’s going to voice her opinion to you.

“He only wants you to have a future that you deserve, even if that means confronting things you don’t want to confront,” Grandma says wisely, “Even if you don’t want to hear it for him.”

“I know. Shit, I know. I hurt him, I hurt him bad,” You mumble, fresh tears pooling in your eyes at the thought of his big, brown eyes looking at you in that heartbroken way.

Another forlorn sigh. “You can fix it. Just talk to him, sweetheart.”

“I know. I will. I don’t think he wants to talk to me right now. I think I should have a therapy appointment first,” You groan, rubbing your eyes, “I don’t know why the thought of school sets me off so easily. And Kook is the last person… I hate that I hurt him.”

“I think you know why the thought of school sets you off,” Grandma says, giving you a knowing look.

It takes you a few days of self reflection (and actively not spiraling into the very tempting black hole of self loathing) to finally understand your reaction to Jungkook suggesting you go back to school.

It’s not like you haven’t had a similar explosive reaction before- Jin has always tiptoed about it with you. And Grandma has stopped bringing it up because you always shut down when the topic arises.

Perhaps now is a good time to examine why- after all, you’d only hurt your boyfriend’s feelings so much that he can barely stand to speak to you apparently. You both have been speaking normally, sharing chaste kisses when you can but you can tell he’s holding back a little, to give you both the space you need.

It’s only been a few days but you’re so sad without him. Knowing that you hurt him the way you did.

Jungkook feels like he overreacted a bit. He doesn’t want you to figure this out alone- he didn’t mean to just leave. But he couldn’t stand it, he couldn’t stand how… mean you were being. Mostly, he couldn’t stand how he knew you were doing it on purpose, to get him to drop the topic.

He hopes you can come to an understanding with yourself. But he wants you to lean on him when you need to as well.

So when you text him asking if you can come over later that evening, he immediately says yes.

You don’t text Jungkook when you arrive, only knocking at his door. He greets you with surprised eyes and pulls you inside immediately, pulling you into a tight hug right away.

He feels as if it’s been forever since he held you last.

“Hi, honey,” You mumble, feeling tired with longing, “These are for you.”

It’s a bouquet of some of his favorite flowers, his favorite purples and pinks in your hands and he wants to kiss you in gratitude, but he follows your lead.

“Hi, sweetheart,” Jungkook replies and takes your bag after putting the flowers in a vase and takes your hand, leading you to his bedroom. You feel a little nervous, afraid of how much you might have hurt him. Afraid of what he thinks of you now.

But he pulls you into his arms and cradles your face in his hands, the tips of his fingers melting into the warmth of your skin. Your eyes well up with tears for no reason and it stuns you that this man affects you to this degree. Maybe you should be a little more surprised, but you’re not. Not really.

“Hi, baby,” He says quietly and your heart seizes. Jungkook says your name again and pulls you into his chest for another longer hug and you hum into the warmth of his torso. Your hands are hesitant, yearning to touch his arms, his chest, his face. But you have a lot you want to say before any of that so you pull away reluctantly and sit on his bed.

“C’mon, let’s lay,” Jungkook murmurs, pushing his black and grey duvet and squeezing your hand. You feel a little lightheaded but you follow his lead, relaxing in his embrace as he cuddles you from behind. His chin is hooked over your shoulder, arms tight around your waist, lips brushing over your neck. You hold his tattooed forearm, mindlessly drawing lines and circles over his skin.

“I have to say something,” You finally mumble after a few minutes and turn in his arms to face him. His touch is never too far, always around you- always gravitating to you and making you feel warm and safe.

“Okay,” Jungkook says, eyes wider than you’ve possibly ever seen him. You can’t help but want to kiss him, but you hold back. Just until you say what you need to say.

His hands are soothing over your back as he encourages you. So you tell him- you tell him how your last therapy appointment went. You tell him how you’ve reacted this way to anyone who bothered to bring school up to you whether it’s Jin or Grandma. You tell him how the thought of graduate school instantly takes you back to the day you were in class and you received a phone call from the hospital telling you that your father had passed away.

You tell him how sometimes it feels like you’re living in a movie, a never-ending reel of the worst thing to happen in your near 30 years of life. But…

“It doesn’t feel so terrible these days,” You murmur, “It feels like an ache most times. But not as overwhelming as before… I think maybe I didn’t- I didn’t handle my grief in the best way. And it took me this long to realize it.

“You know, I started realizing it when I saw you that first day. In the office. When I was such a bitch to you-”

Jungkook stops the self-deprecating spill of your lips with a chaste kiss.

“You… you’ve changed me in a lot of ways, Jungkook. And I know we haven’t been together all that long,” You whisper, your voice choked and low, “I always want to be better for you, with you-”

You sigh, squeezing your eyes shut as your throat closes up. This is hard for you, to bare your heart out like this. But if there’s anyone you want to be vulnerable for, it’s Jungkook.

“What I’m trying to say is… you’re right. I can’t keep living in the past when I have opportunities to be better and it’ll be hard work to dissect those feelings but… I want to do it. And I’m sorry for what I said, for taking all of that out on you. You didn’t deserve that-”

“I’m sorry, too,” Jungkook murmurs, surprising you, “For telling you that you shouldn’t complain. Of course you should complain. And I want to be the one you complain to. I’m sorry for just… leaving when you were clearly going through something.”

“Jungkook, no,” You shake your head and push his hair back, thumbs gentle over his cheeks, “If you need space from me or for anything… you never need to feel bad or guilty for that.”

“Okay,” He says almost shyly, “I know it must have been hard to talk about this. So, I’m proud of you.”

“Yeah, but… I want to make this work with you more than I’m afraid of facing those memories and fears. And just in general, I mean, I just want to try to be better. And you’re worth it, Koo-”

He holds your face in his hands, eyes drawn to yours- stars meeting stars and you sink into his sheets at the calm, welcoming fire in his gaze. His lips are on yours before you can blink, swallowing any potential noise of protest that might come out of your mouth.

It’s only been a few days but you missed Jungkook, you missed his warm smile, the heat of his hands, the comfort of his broad shoulders and the way he fits against you. His nose is pressed to your neck, large hands instantly floating under your shirt to feel as much of you as he can.

“Koo,” You mumble, pushing lightly at his chest, “Are we okay? Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook mumbles, pressing his lips to the corner of your mouth. He tastes a bit like his mango chapstick (his current favorite). He leaves his lips near yours, pressing his cheek to yours as much as he can. You thread your fingers through his hair, dancing along his scalp and he sighs contentedly. “We’re okay and I’m okay. I wanna be here with you while we get through this together. Are you okay?”

You hum in agreement and wrap a leg around his waist, suddenly feeling very, very tired. His shirt is loose in your grip- he can tell how exhausted you are. Because he’s exhausted, too. Jungkook only holds you close under his covers and waits for your breaths to even out before falling asleep, too.

When August comes around, the final workshop for the big submission does, too. The last workshop will take place in Tokyo, which you’re excited about. Because you and Jungkook had decided to go to Tokyo to spend the weekend together. Meaning you’d be leaving on Friday evening to reach Tokyo around 9:30 PM.

You’d made sure Grandma would be okay, insisting that she call you or call Seokjin if anything happened. She scoffs at you but reassures you that she will. She says she’ll be spending most of her time with her close friends in the area, anyway.

You’ve only been dating Jungkook for four or five months now, and teetering on the edge of something more for maybe six months. You wonder if it feels too fast- the speed with which you open your bleeding heart up to him should scare you, but it doesn’t. It feels natural with him.

You’ve both voiced your concerns to each other- fear that you were moving fast and would tire of each other. Or that you were moving too fast to properly assess your feelings.

But both of you agreed that you both felt comfortable and trusted each other enough to speak up if you were uncomfortable. So traveling together for a weekend didn’t feel terribly out of your comfort zone.

You were excited to be with him completely alone, too. Without the stress of work or Taehyung or Grandma to hear you.

Jungkook thinks you both need time alone, too. To see how you’d work as a pair.

You’d taken it upon yourself to plan a few things around Tokyo for the weekend. You wanted to take him to a few places that Appa used to take you to. Maybe it was too much for a fresh relationship, but you want him to see the parts of you that grew up here, too.

You feel incredibly exposed, your heart and soul on display as you hold Jungkook’s hand in yours. Old memories of Appa and of this park spill from your lips fondly and Jungkook only listens with wide, sparkling eyes. Vulnerability drips from your tongue and he swallows it up eagerly.

A light breeze ruffles through his hair and you stop him mid-stride to stand by the lake. The clear water glimmers with the sun, blue and purple petals floating over the water slowly. You lean over the railing and Jungkook encases you with his arms on either side of you, his chest pressed to your back.

“We used to fly kites here,” You say wistfully, “Right over there-”

You point at the other side of the lake where trees shroud the corners with brightly colored leaves. “And always get food from the food carts right outside the park.

“And this is where I was that one time we were here for the workshop. I came here before that happy hour, too.”

Jungkook kisses your cheek and you lean back, letting your head rest over his shoulder as his arms snake around your waist. There’s nobody around, even though it’s relatively early in the morning. The only sounds that can be heard are your own breaths, and the softness of the birds chirping and the wind whistling.

“The happy hour when the night before I hurt your feelings,” You murmur, “I’m sorry I said everything I said to you. And I’m so sorry I was so… mean and bitter to you in the beginning. You didn’t deserve that.”

You turn in his arms, wanting to see him, and cup his cheek. Letting your thumb trace the mole below his lip and over his cheeks.

“I’m scared,” You confess, “I’m scared that I’ll ruin you and break your heart. Because I’m still in pieces sometimes. I like you so much but shouldn’t I seek love from someone else only after I learn to love myself?”

“I can love you as you learn,” Jungkook murmurs, kissing your forehead, “Self-love doesn’t mean you don’t have to accept love from others, baby.”

Another strong breeze tickles your face, caressing Jungkook almost tenderly. “Sometimes I like to pretend like winds like that are Appa and he’s saying hello,” You say sheepishly with a watery laugh, “I think he likes you.

“I’m scared, Jungkook. But I want to be scared with you,” You exhale, tears dotting your eyes and a small smile on your face.

Jungkook pulls you close to his chest, wrapping his arms around you tightly and rubbing your back soothingly. “‘M gonna take care of your heart, princess. You’re always safe with me.”

You immediately burst into tears, because you trust him with your soft heart and you believe him. He only smiles at you, tears rolling down his own cheeks as he thumbs yours away. Jungkook kisses you softly, squeezing your cheeks together and you can taste the saltiness of your tears on your tongue. You deepen the kiss quickly, pouring all of your trust and respect for him onto your lips.

He drinks you up easily and bends his knees a bit to scoop you by your thighs and lift you up, even spinning you a bit as his lips stay pressed to yours. You pull away first with a dazed, watery giggle and push his hair away from his forehead to press a kiss there.

You feel weightless and airy in his arms, your hands steady on his shoulders as he spins with you.

You could love this man- you already love his wide, crinkly-eyed smile, the way the tips of his ears turn pink when you fluster him, the way he is so considerate and charming.

“Jungkook,” You mumble, pushing his hair back again, “Take me back to our hotel, baby.”

Jungkook can’t keep his hands off of you, not with the dim lights of the hotel lobby making your hair shine, not when you stand in front of him in the elevator and lean into him as his arm lazily wraps around your waist to pull you closer. His nose tickles your neck as he drops kisses to your cheek, smiling against your skin when you laugh lightly.

The elevator dings. You both stumble out, holding hands as if you’re love drunk on each other and it’s not 7:30 in the morning.

You push him against the door once you key yourself inside, impatient and hands wandering. A choked noise escapes his lips but it melts into a moan when you press into him.

Jungkook can’t keep his hands off of you, not with the way you breathe his name out as if it’s spicy honey on your tongue. Your legs remain wrapped around his waist as he holds you by your thighs, his hands digging into them. You’re secure in his arms- the fact that he can hold you up so steadily, so easily has you rolling your hips into his and moaning into his mouth unashamedly.

“Shit,” Jungkook groans into your ear, a little desperate, “I want you so bad, baby.”

You hum in agreement, lips pressed to the spot behind his ear. The spot that you had quickly discovered in your relationship that he liked. He stumbles for half a second before dropping you to the large bed and hovering over you.

Jungkook impatiently tugs at your blouse, trying his best to unbutton it as carefully as possible. He curses under his breath, shooting you a playful glare when you giggle at him. He unclasps your bra easily and once you shuck it off to the side, his mouth is warm and wet against your bare chest. Your giggles turn into soft sighs of his name.

Ever since he had realized how much you like the feeling of his mouth on your tits, he couldn’t get enough. You’re so sensitive, almost all the time, and this time is no different.

You always try to push him away but coax him back for more.

Your small hands are ghosting over his chest, glazing over the ridges and dips of his abs and of his pecs. You tug on his shirt and pull it up and over his head, tossing it to the side to join your own clothes. His fingers are heated as you lightly scratch over the trail of hair dipping into his shorts from his navel, but you only tease him and palm him through his clothes.

You’re so impatient. You unbutton his shorts clumsily and gently yank his boxers and his shorts down his thighs, always surprised that he’s almost completely hard already. But it doesn’t take much for him to get hard with you.

You spit into your hands and wrap a hand around his cock, lazily stroking him.

Jungkook’s eyes are wide, breaths staggered at the sight of your freshly painted glossy lilac nails around his cock.

“Koo,” You mumble, “So big, Koo…”

Your face is warm as you meet his darkened, lust blown eyes. Jungkook catches the sliver of determination in your own eyes as you continue to stroke him- you’re determined to have him in your mouth.

The last few times you’ve tried haven’t gone so well- every time you’d tried taking him in your mouth, you’ve always coughed and gagged heavily to the point of your eyes watering and Jungkook felt bad and told you that you didn’t have to blow him.

“You don’t- oh, baby,” Jungkook groans, biting his bottom lip and struggling not to close his eyes when you take him past your lips. You try your best to control your breathing through your nose and alternate between teasing him with kitten licks and stroking him.

You look up at him from your spot on your knees and take him a little deeper, just like he taught you. Your eyes are already watering, vision starting to go blurry but you’re nothing if not determined. Your hands are loose around his strong, muscular thighs and you squeeze.

“Like that, princess,” Jungkook mumbles, watching you with half lidded eyes, trying to stop himself from fucking your mouth.

But maybe you want that.

“More tongue, baby,” Jungkook encourages, “Don’t forget to breathe through your nose.”

You hum around his cock, the sound inadvertently causing him to thrust into your mouth. But you squeeze his thighs in encouragement, wordlessly telling him that he can fuck your mouth if he wants to.

“Mmm, you feel so good,” Jungkook moans, hand cradling your cheek and wiping a stray tear, “Look so pretty like this…”

“You can take me, princess,” Jungkook murmurs, and you take a few more inches of him down your throat without gagging, “Good girl…”

Your belly flips at his praise and you’re eager for more to spill from his pretty, reddened lips. Jungkook curses, his voice low as his thighs tremble with each stroke of your hand and each pull of your mouth. He can’t get enough of you like this, you on your knees with wide, watery eyes just for him. Just for him.

His dream girl.

Jungkook abruptly pushes you away from his cock, saliva trailing from your lips with a pop! You look at him in confusion but he unbuttons your shorts quickly and tugs your panties away, hardly appreciating the new pretty purple panties you’d bought specifically for this trip. You hardly have an opportunity to pout about it, before he sharply kisses you, molding his hips to yours.

He swipes his hand over your pussy, getting a feel for your wetness. You’re so wet already, just from kissing him and from having his cock in your mouth.

Jungkook groans into your neck, biting your skin lightly and you gasp when he slides into your wet warmth easily. Wrapping your legs around his waist and reaching behind him to squeeze his ass, you kiss moans of his name into his heated skin.

“Koo,” You mumble raspily, breath hitching when he stills inside you, “I want you-”

“Gonna take care of you, my dream girl,” Jungkook says softly, cupping your face. Your heart stutters in your chest at the sincerity of his kiss, the stars in his eyes and the adoration in his touch.

Something sweet is at the tip of your tongue but you swallow it down, instead losing yourself in his touch along your hips, your tits, your thighs. Anywhere he can reach you.

Jungkook presses his forehead to yours and rocks into you, again and again and again.

“One more, princess,” Jungkook says hoarsely, thumbing away your stray tears, “Gimme one more-”

You whine but it quickly turns into a broken moan of his name when he gently rolls his hips into yours and rubs your clit with his thumb. Your eyes are glazed over but focused on him, a thin sheen of sweat coated over your soft skin.

“I can’t…” You mumble, wrapping your arm around his shoulders and turning your face to the side. But you both know that you can. Jungkook’s eyes dip to the place where you’re both connected in between your legs and marvels at your puffy pussy. You widen your legs further despite the slight soreness already settling in for him to get a better look. His fingers ghost over your pussy and you shiver at the oversensitivity that his mere touch brings.

“Yes, baby, you can,” Jungkook says softly, “Nice and slow, just like this.”

“O-okay,” You reply, tipping your chin up for a kiss. You feel like jelly, like you’re floating on a cloud, with Jungkook right by your side. When you finally do cum, with soft, sinful murmurs of his voice in your ear, it’s quiet and warm. Leaving you buzzing from head to toe.

You clench around him, the feeling of his cock inside you becoming almost too much to bear. But you don’t want him to pull out, just yet. After all, your baby hasn’t cum and you can feel how hard he is.

“Koo,” You murmur, threading your nails up and down his very defined back, “Baby, you feel so good, make me feel so good…”

You won’t lie, sometimes the dirty talk feels clumsy to you as it comes out of your mouth. You think Jungkook is better at it than you are, and you’ve told him that, too. He only denies it.

You pull him down closer to you, your breath fanning across his cheeks. You squeeze around him despite your own sensitivity and he groans out loud, eyes closed. Jungkook sits you up and brings you into his lap with his cock still inside of you, throbbing with the need to cum.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders, fingers gentle against his scalp. You lean forward and nip his earlobe, giggling when his hips stutter. Your mischievous touch dips down his chest, scratching at his navel.

Jungkook abruptly cums into the condom, possibly harder than he ever has, with your gentle, feathery touches and your soft murmurs in his ear. He moans your name and holds you close, arms tight around you and keeping you plastered against his chest as he rides his high out.

“Holy shit,” You breathe with a slow smile. Jungkook hums and lays you on your back, laying with you for a second before pulling out of you and discarding the condom on shaky legs. You’d make a comment about how cute his ass looks, but you’re too tired to. You get cozy under the covers, watching him flit around the room with sleepy eyes.

It’s hardly ten AM and you’re ready to go back to sleep.

You must have drifted off at some point, because Jungkook is wrapped around you, his head on your chest. He’d cleaned you up, too and you drowsily kiss his forehead before slipping back to sleep.

After all, the rest of the weekend is still yours. Work doesn’t begin in Tokyo until Monday.

tags: @koo-zy

#jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook smut #jungkook fluff

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here4theheartbreak · 3 years

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Just Called to Say Hi... (JinKook)

✩ AO3 Link Here!

✩ Relationships: jinkook (Jin x Jungkook)

✩ Genre/Universe: smut

✩ Rating: Explicit

✩ Tags: smut, phone sex, getting together, masturbation, dirty talk, PWP, toys, implied bottom Jungkook

✩ Summary: Jungkook has the dorm to himself and decides to take advantage. Then Jin calls.

✩ Word Count: ~1.6k

✩ A/N: This fic fills the square Free Space for @btsholidaybingo .This fic was inspired by the prompt: “I have a gigantic crush on you, and you called me while I was masturbating, and I didn’t stop.” from this post.

The moment that a member got the entire dorm to himself was rare.

Jungkook often wondered what the others did when they pulled the lucky card, so to speak. But in reality, it was probably the same thing he did. Kick back in their bed, watch a favorite adult film without headphones, and take their time. All day to himself, Jungkook planned on enjoying it. Most of his personal time was spent in rushed showers and quick ten or fifteen minutes of downtime before another member was banging on his door for whatever reason. So when one film turned into two, his plan to jerk of turned into edging, letting himself tease and savor the sweet build in his guts.

After a solid hour of teasing, the phone buzzed in Jungkook’s hand. When Jin’s name popped up on his screen, muting the high moans of the man in the film he’d been watching, Jungkook should have pressed decline. It was a stupid idea when it passed through his mind. But stupid ideas and stupidly horny often went together when Jungkook was involved, so he pressed accept, his right hand still grasping his lube covered cock. He tried to steady his breathing.

“Yeah?”

“JK, how’s it going?”

“G—Good,” Jungkook rubbed his thumb over his tip, sparks of pleasure curling his toes against the mattress. “Why’re you calling?”

“Just to say hi. I’m coming back to the dorm tonight, who else is around?”

“Nobody, just me.” Jungkook began to stroke his cock slowly, Jin’s soft voice a pleasant rumble. He’d had a crush on Jin for a solid seven years. More than once Jungkook had come to the fantasy of Jin fucking into him. This was a dream come true. Especially with how long he’d been teasing himself… Jin probably could have been reading him a recipe for broiled eels and scrambled eggs and he would have come hard enough to lose consciousness.

“I mean tonight, do you know who’ll be home?”

“Everyone but Taehyungie-hyung and Ho—Hobi-hyung.” Jungkook struggled to keep his voice steady. Jin’s voice in his ear was knotting his stomach to bits. “They’re staying with their family one… Oh, one more night.”

“You okay? You sound breathless.”

“I’m fine.”

“You sure? You’re not sick, are you? Where are you?”

“No, no. I feel fine. Just laying in bed.” Wishing your cock was buried inside me.

Jungkook barely bit back the moan at the image, his ass flexing around the thick plug up his ass.

“Laying in bed? What, you jerking off?” Jin teased, chuckling. Jungkook’s throat clicked.

“No!” He cried, a bit too sharply.

Jin remained silent a moment, and Jungkook struggled to match it. His cock throbbed in his grip and he gasped softly.

Jin chuckled, a low sound that shot spikes of arousal straight to Jungkook’s balls.

“You are.”

“I am not,” Jungkook muttered.

“I can hear you, JK. You’re jerking off. With me on the phone. Is it a voyeur thing? Wanna see if you won’t get caught?”

“No,” Jungkook whispered. Jin’s voice had dropped a few octaves, all humor gone. It had been replaced with something unfamiliar... And fucking sexy.

“No? Then maybe you want to jerk off to my voice. You wanna come hearing your hyung talk?”

“N—No...”

“Don’t lie. I know you’re squeezing it right now. You think I haven’t noticed your little crush? I thought it might fade... But it hasn’t, hm?”

“Hyung—“

“Don’t whine at me. I knew what you were doing the second you answered. I can hear it. You get that certain.. Tone. Are you playing with your cock, Jungkook?”

Jungkook whined, guilt and shame reddening his cheeks.

“Answer.”

“Yes… I’m sorry, hyung. It was wrong of me.”

“Squeeze your cock and moan for me, Jungkookie.”

Jungkook stared at the ceiling a moment, blinking dumbly. “Wh—What?”

“I said, squeeze your cock. Moan. I want to hear you. Now, Jungkook.”

Jungkook obeyed, his toes curling against the mattress. “Hyung—“ He shuddered, tugging gently at his aching cock.

“That’s it. Stroke it, baby. Pretend it’s me.”

Jungkook heard the distinct sound of a zipper and moaned. “Jin-hyung, please...”

“That’s right, JK, you’d beg just like that for my cock. I’m getting so hard. Fuck... I wanna use your gorgeous mouth. Would you like that?”

Jungkook whined, and Jin tsked. “Answer me. I’ll stop asking so nicely if you don’t.”

“Yes, hyung.”

“I’d make you look at me while I held your head down... I’d want you to swallow my whole cock, get it nice and wet. Need it wet for where I’d stick it next.”

Jungkook whined, bucking his hips against his fist as he jerked his cock. “Where?” He panted.

Jin moaned, a low, throaty sound that nearly had Jungkook coming right there. “Ever taken a cock up your ass, baby?”

“No!” Jungkook gasped.

“Do you want to? Wanna feel my cock slide into you? I bet you’re so tight... Have you ever played with your hole?”

“I have a plug in me right now, hyung... It’s not big enough... I want your cock,” Jungkook whispered, his own words making him flush a deep red.

“Take it out, nice and slow. And then put two fingers in.”

Jungkook obeyed, putting the phone on speaker near his head. He whined and moaned, trying to do his best to please Jin. He could hear the wet sounds of him jerking off, and couldn’t help but picture it, his cheeks flushed, lips parted...

“Jin-hyung!” Jungkook cried as he pressed two fingers into his hole.

“That’s it, fuck yourself on them now baby. If I was there that’s how I’d get you ready for me. Finger your sweet, tight hole. I’d suck your cock too. I know how thick you are, you could watch your hyung gag on it, oh god, Jungkook...”

“Hyung— Jin-hyung, I want it,” Jungkook moaned, listening to Jin pant and rasp on the other end of the line. “I’ll take your cock so well.”

“Wanna come in you. Fuck you so full you can’t hold another drop,” Jin’s voice was strained, his breath coming quicker. “Take your fingers out. Put the toy back in and make yourself come. Let me know how bad you need me to fuck you.”

Jungkook pushed the plug back in with a low moan. He began to stroke himself in earnest, babbling and moaning, pleading with Jin to fuck him hard, deep, bend him over the desk, against the wall.

Jin moaned back just as wantonly, promising everything Jungkook wanted and more. The sound of skin on skin added to the eroticism; Jin was jerking off to him... Jungkook’s face began to burn.

“‘M close—“

“Me too. God, I want to be inside you. Fuck, JK—“ Jin groaned, grunting rhythmically. Jungkook’s heart leapt. He was coming... Jungkook turned him on enough to come.

“M—May I come?” Jungkook panted.

“Come for your hyung,” Jin growled, his voice strained.

Jungkook gave his balls a gentle squeeze and stroked his cock a bit harder. He screamed Jin’s name when he came, his cock twitching as he spurted thick, hot ropes of come up his chest.

Jungkook’s body went limp with his afterglow, a small, dumb smirk on his face. Just as the reality of what happened hit him, Jin’s panting on the other end a reminder that no, it wasn’t a dream, a text came through. He opened it, gasping. It was Jin’s chest and thighs, his jeans barely visible mid-thigh. His cock was softening against his hip, his toned stomach painted with ropes of white.

“Take a picture,” Jin panted. Jungkook obeyed, his hands shaking as he struggled to get a good one. He sent it back, chewing his lip until Jin groaned.

“Jungkook...”

“Just called to say hi, huh?” Jungkook teased.

“I want you to shower and clean yourself. Inside and out.” Jin’s voice, despite breathless, was stern. “I’m coming home tonight... And I’m going to take you to dinner. And then I’m going to take you to a hotel.”

Jungkook swallowed audibly.

“And I’m going to make good on all those promises. Do you want that, Jungkook?”

“Yes— I do.”

“You want me to take your virginity?”

“Nobody but you.”

Jin chuckled. “I’ll see you in a few hours, baby... After you clean up... Wear that plug. I want you already loosened up for me. You’re gonna walk funny tomorrow, I’m promising that.”

Jungkook whined. “You’re gonna kill me.”

Jin laughed. “Good way to go out. I’ll see you soon.”

“You’re not mad?” Jungkook worried.

“Not at all. I’ve been trying to come up with an easy way to tell you I know about the crush and reciprocate it... This worked even better.”

Jungkook giggled. “I’d say. I’ll see you soon.”

“Right.” Jin hung up.

Jungkook laid still for a moment, replaying what had just happened. He’d had phone sex with his group mate... And now he had a date with him. He looked at the picture on his phone, his cock twitching and heart skipping a beat. He helped get Jin there. As he was staring, another text came through. Jungkook opened it, gaping at the picture.

It was a selfie, but Jin’s mouth was open, a trickle of come dribbling over his plump bottom lip. His fingers, wet and shiny, were visible, on his chin.

‘This should have been inside your pretty mouth or ass, Jungkookie. Don’t make me make that mistake again.’

Jungkook shifted, snapping a photo of his legs spread, silvery plug glinting in the light of the room.

‘Never. Right here for you to use… Any time you want, hyung. All the time.’

He sent it, reaching down and removing the plug before cleaning himself up. He had a date tonight… And he had a funny feeling it was going to be one of the best nights of his life.

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Opposites Attract

thank you all sm for 3k!

I love every single one of you! thank you for the support and love ! this was supposed to be the go 3k post but I hadn’t finished this one until today, and to be honest I wasn’t happy with the other so, please enjoy! xoxo

pairing - tattoo artist!Yoongi x Jimin

genre - smut, mxm smut, strangers to lovers!AU

warning/tags - Taehyung and Jungkook being an idiot duo but also reliable wingman, Jimin a blushing mess, mom friend of the group, tattoo and piercing mention, drinking, CEO Namjoon, Bartender Jin, drunk flirting, kissing, French kissing, male x male, gay smut, spanking, hair pulling, unprotected sex, rough sex, Yoongi being big enough to rip Jimin in half, whiny Jimin

summary - sitting in the waiting room of a tattoo shop, Jimin is almost bored considering he hates needles with a burning passion. Jimin can't keep his eyes off the artist Jungkook gets assigned with, and the two idiots team up to get them talking. Once Jimin gets his business card for Jungkook, a number is scribbled on the back. Does he call?

...

“Jimin, you sure you don’t want something? I’ll buy!”

Jimin laughs. Jungkook makes it sound like they’re at an ice cream shop, and the small vanilla cone is on him today. As they step up to the counter, he shakes his head while Taehyung looks through a book of piercings. Jungkook has the tattoo he wants in his hand; a Chinese dragon of sorts.

“Yeah, c’mon Park. You’d look good with a small tattoo or a nose piercing or something,” Taehyung pushed the blonde lightly before shrugging. “Or be boring your entire life.” Jimin huffed as he rolled his eyes, standing behind the two taller boys. It wasn’t that he wanted to be boring, or that he didn’t want any of those things. He already had his ears and his cartilage, but he was afraid of needles and wanted to trust the piercer or the artist if they were going to bring anything that sharp towards his skin.

Jimin placed his small hands on his hips. “Lest we forget, You guys held me down to the piercing chair while they did my ears! You saw how I practically turned green.. I can’t stomach things like this. You guys can have a blast.” Jimin sits down in a chair, the rest following suit as they wait to be called. He’s not even sure what he would get for a tattoo and a nose piercing? Jimin wasn’t sure about any of that, but wasn’t completely opposed to the idea. The blonde just needed firm persuasion.

The trio sat in the lobby for maybe a couple more minutes before a red haired boy with a sharp nose comes out calling Taehyung’s name. Jungkook gives him a hard slap on the back, calling out good luck. Jimin wasn’t even sure what the hell he was getting, but decided to let himself be surprised.

“You nervous?” Jimin asks softly, turning to the youngest as he shrugs.

“Not really! I’ve been waiting for this!”

Jimin figured. Jungkook was more fearless than anyone out of their group considering he’s done cliff diving, risky mountain climbing, and even ate three year old candy. Not life threatening, but it made the group question what the hell was wrong with him.

“Uh.. Jungkook?”

The two looked up at his name being called, but it was a deeper voice than the red haired man. Jimin scanned the raven’s body and face, refreshed in what he was seeing. He couldn’t be younger than twenty four. He had plenty of tattoos littering his pale arms, a nice chest build, and there were something about his eyes that made him intriguing. Jungkook stands leaving Jimin in the waiting room, and sticks out his hand.

“That’s me.”

The artist snorts as he cracks a soft smile, hand grabbing Jungkook’s as they shake. “Hey. I’m Yoongi. I’m going to be doing your back piece today. Any allergies or past cases where you’ve fainted?” Jungkook shakes his head accordingly to each question as the man went through what seemed to be precaution questions. Jimin felt like a freak staring, but he couldn’t help watching the way his mouth moved. It was just fascinating to keep looking, his deep voice could give Taehyung a run for his money. He turned his attention back to his phone as he scrolled through company e-mails before he hears his name being called.

Looking up, he see’s a confused Jungkook. “Hey! Are you coming with or not, Chim?” Jimin figured he wasn’t even allowed back there but the artist spoke up, opening the small little door for the both of them.

“I have an extra seat next to the table, if you’d like to join us?”

Jimin didn’t need another invitation even if the sight was going to make him sick. Standing up, he dusted off his clothes and made his way to the counter while the man stuck out his hand.

“Chim?” He asked, a teasing smile on his face. Jimin’s ears burned almost instantly as he grumbled softly at Jungkook before taking his hand and giving it a soft shake. For a tattoo artist, he figured his hands would be soft since he wore gloves all the time, but they felt a little rough. Jimin liked that.

Shaking his thoughts, he smiled at him. “No! No, my name is Jimin.. This idiot right here just calls me anything else except my own name.” The man laughed as their hands disconnected, repeating his name before leading them back into a room. He followed behind them quietly, fingers playing with the end of his long sleeve shirt as the looked around curiously. So many girls and boys getting tattoos. Jimin thought, couldn’t be me.

Getting to the room, he sits down in the extra chair, watching Jungkook check himself out in the mirror quickly before pulling off his hoodie. Jimin had a more interesting task, looking past his dense friend and at Yoongi’s back. Muscles moving under the fabric as he gets the needles clean. Jungkook clears his throat which makes their eyes meet briefly. Jimin knows that look, and it’s pissing him off because they’re thinking the same thing. You think he’s hot don’t you?

Jimin wasn’t completely out, but some could tell from the way he dressed. Even now, he looked down at the tight black jeans and the striped shirt that he had tucked in, top buttons undone to show his chest. Okay maybe that’s what was giving him away, but he still thought of himself subtle. Once Yoongi sat down, Jimin refocused his attention to him as the man laughed.

“You don’t want to get anything?”

Jimin knew this question was going to come up but he laughed a little, hands folding neatly in his lap. “No.. I do—“

“Nah, He hates needles bro.” Jimin rolled his eyes, thanking god that he could count on Jungkook to sum it up. Yoongi laughs a little as he starts to wipe down the skin before huffing.

“Ah.. Honestly, they don’t hurt as much as you might think. Depends where you get them too,” He hummed, reassurance filling Jimin’s body. “Hey, I’ll be right back, I need to grab more ink.. Hoseok—!” He calls, walking towards the next room, assuming that was his red haired counterpart. Jimin watches him go, like his eyes were just following him everywhere. He didn’t want to be needy, but it was a long time since Jimin had a boyfriend and this man was definitely—

“Your type!”

Jimin groaned. “What?”

“Idiot,” Jungkook scoffed, sending back his snapchats to all the girls in his phone. “I think he’s your type.. He’s totally into you. You guys should fuck.” Jimin’s eyes got wide as he looked in the direction the raven had walked, leaning forward in his seat. Jungkook laughs at the reaction, shaking his head as they snap a quick picture to send to Taehyung. Jimin fiddles with his fingers as he wonders how they would even get to talking, or hanging out. Or if he was just way in over his head.

“You think?”

Jungkook nods as the tattoo artist comes back in the room. He does a one-over of Jimin that doesn’t go unnoticed before sitting down, and cracking his knuckles. Jimin sat back into the chair and checked twitter while they got started on the tattoo, flicking his eyes up every couple seconds to check on Jungkook… and maybe Yoongi. He just seemed effortlessly attractive, like he either wasn’t aware of how good he looked, or just didn’t care. Either way, Jimin was rambling in his own mind and almost missed a call from Namjoon.

Grumbling, Jimin picks up the phone and holds it to his ear, rolling his eyes at the sound of Jin and Joon laughing in the background before answering.

“Hey! Jimin, where are you? We just stopped by your house and no one was home!” Jungkook winces at the volume of the call.

“Is that Namjoon on the phone?” Jimin nods. “Tell Him I said hi!”

Jimin sighs, rubbing his temple. “Jungkook says hi. Also, why did you stop by my house? If I see someone’s dick print against my window, tell Jin I’m gonna melt all of his favorite mugs at the office.” The line goes silent, and he knows that’s exactly what they’re doing. “You guys are idiots. We’re at the tattoo shop downtown. Kook and Taehyung dragged me.” Yoongi looks over at the conversation, Jimin’s eyes meeting for a second before he ducks his head apologetically. He gives him a small smile that leaves Jimin’s heart speeding up, but he’ll never admit it.

“That a boyfriend?” Yoongi whispers, which makes Jimin stumble over his words. Jungkook snorts softly, shaking his head up at the artist who was over his back.

“Nah, he’s single.”

Jimin could think of a million reasons why he would ask. Maybe just plain curiosity, but knowing Jimin, he was going to obsess over it anyways. He talks for a few more minutes on the phone with Namjoon, guessing they were at the bar since it was after work. After being able to finally hang up, Jimin sighed as he rested his hands over his eyes. Namjoon drunk was one thing, but both him and Jin was just like taking care of Jungkook for an hour.

Jungkook hums. “What did he want?”

“In essence, he’s wondering if we’re going to Champs with them on Friday?” Jimin laughs as he see’s Jungkook get visibly excited.

“Yes! We’re going! We always go on limbo night!” Jimin laughs even harder, holding his stomach as he texted Taehyung the new plans. “Plus we can find you a boyfriend!” Jimin bristles at those words, balling his hand into a fist to punch the youngest hard in the side of his leg.

“Will you shut the fuck up?”

Yoongi laughs softly at the banter, but besides that, nothing more was said. Taehyung ended up joining them in the waiting room, him and Jimin playing iMessage games to pass the time. Naturally, Taehyung kicked his ass at 8ball and cup pong, so that got boring real quick. Jungkook even decided to join in so they can play crazy eights, even though they teamed up to make Jimin lose. Having enough, he placed his phone face down which left dumb and dumber whining. Jimin was focused on the dragon that was coming together on Jungkook’s back, ignoring them as he shifted closer to the needle.

Yoongi hummed along to the playlist in the background. “Can you see okay?” Jimin nodded as he continued to go over the faint lines of the scales, making the blonde curious how long he’s been doing it. His two fingers play with his bottom lip momentarily before pointing to the ink.

“Kook, that doesn’t hurt?” The brunette in question shook his head as Taehyung kicked his ass in golf. Jimin pushed his hair back, falling into his eyes as he inspected the machine.. more importantly, Yoongi’s hands. They were red at the knuckles, veins prominent in his skin. This was like the poster-child for what Jimin was interested in. He knows Jungkook is going to make fun of him for it, but he doubts that he and Yoongi will ever see each other again, so he soaks it up. “How long have you been doing this for?”

The raven shrugs, teeth over his bottom lip in concentration. “I apprenticed in college, just as a part time job. I liked the job more and more everyday, and finally once I graduated college, I just came here full time.” Jimin nodded intently, ignoring the kissy faces Jungkook made at him. “I know that if I ever lose the passion, I have a degree to fall back on but.. I hope that never happens.”

“Me either!” Jimin says softy, and maybe a little too quickly. “I think the piece you’re doing now is really gorgeous, Yoongi.” Jimin swears he sees a tint of pink dusting against his nose at the compliment, but the look that Yoongi gives him when they meet eyes is something else. Just genuine happiness as he smiles. Jimin needed to get out of this damn store before his heart bursts.

“Oh um.. Thank you!”

Jimin nods a ‘your welcome’, hand holding up his head as he watches Yoongi work. It was hypnotizing.

Soon enough, Taehyung and Jungkook are practically wrestling in the front lobby as the older of the two tries to five star his back. Jimin doesn’t even want to imagine how that would feel against the new ink. Placing his hands on his hips, he and Yoongi watch them scramble to get out of the door as Taehyung yells shotgun. Pinching his nose, Jimin turns to the register and pulls out his card and handing it to the artist. Jungkook was paying him back later.

“I’m sorry about them,” He grumbles, crossing his arms loosely as he looks at the vans on his feet. “They never know how to act in public… It’s like taking care of actual toddlers.” Yoongi huffs out a laugh while inspecting the card, swiping it shortly after.

“So it seems. You must be the most mature out of them—“ He scans the card again to look for his full name. “— Park Jimin? That’s a nice name.” Jimin’s cheeks burn as he pockets his card, enjoying the way it rolled off his tongue.

“Thank you…” He’s about to high tail it out of there before Yoongi hands him a small business card and some ointment in a jar. “Oh, uh.. is this for him?”

Yoongi nods, biting his lip. “Yup. Tell him to apply the ointment every day just to make sure there isn’t any irritation, and to call me if anything comes up okay?” Jimin looks down at the card in his hands before giving him a small smile, turning towards the door. He waved bye, watching Yoongi give him a firm nod back before focusing on the computer.

Jimin inspected the card, going to pocket that as well before two cards came out. Jimin’s eyebrows jump up as he turns on his feet.

“Hey, yo—“ Yoongi was nowhere to be found, leaving Jimin shrugging as he finally exited the store and made his way to his Jungkook’s car in the parking lot. He squinted as the two idiots were leaned against the car, smirking. Jimin is about to cuss them out for one, leaving him alone with a hot guy. Two, for making him pay. Before he can slap Jungkook’s arm hard, a small number on the second card has him curious as he splits them apart fully, stomach dropping at the sight.

“So, did you guys fuck in the lobby?” Jungkook and Taehyung high five at the latter’s response, before also looking at the card. Taehyung laughs. “Damn you got his number!! Did you ask?”

Jimin shakes his head slowly, staring at the two cards he was given, now realizing it wasn’t a mistake. The first card was really for Jungkook, the work cell and his email scribbled on the card. The second card however, says personal cell. Jimin looks up to his other friends, eyes wide as he shows them the numbers and praying he wasn’t seeing things. Jungkook hoots loudly in celebration before getting into the car and starting it.

Once he’s in the car, Jimin finally speaks. “Did you guys plan this or something?”

“No. We’re smart but not that smart.” Right. “We did run out to the car so you guys could talk, and I already forwarded your money. I was hoping maybe he’d ask you for a date or something like that, but I guess fate had another thing coming for you today.” Jimin laughs in shock, buckling himself in as they drive out of the lot.

Fate, huh?

...

Jimin huffed as Taehyung unbuttoned his shirt a little bit, and ruffling his hair in the mirror of the bar before they retreated to his seat.

“Was that necessary?” He grumbled, finding Namjoon and Jin together as they sat back down at their seats.

Taehyung nodded as he downed the rest of his drink. “Yes! Since you haven’t texted your obvious soulmate back, we need a plan b!” Jimin stars at his phone, slightly feeling guilty that he hadn’t shot the tattoo artist a text.

“Plan B?” Namjoon groans questioningly, eating the onion rings they served at the bar. Honestly, Namjoon looked too tired. Not wanting to dance, or really slam alcohol. He had barely touched the fruity margarita that Jin had made him from behind the counter. Being the CEO was a hard job and Jimin, being his personal assistant, saw how much weight he had on his shoulders.

“We can talk about plan B plater,” Jimin hums, pushing the small umbrella to the other side of the glass. “You okay? You need a stronger drink or something?” The blonde hated seeing his boss not having a good time when he deserved it. Namjoon shrugged, playing with his straw. Jimin patted his back, nudging Jungkook to make his elder laugh a little while he’s gone.

He’s a little worried as he leaves them alone, but feels better once he sees Namjoon laughing with the two. He hums as he slides into a seat at the bar, watching Jin fill a pyramid full of shots. Jimin knew Jin loved this job, especially because he could relax on the weekends. When he wasn’t at Namjoon’s side for being the Vice, he was here slinging drinks and doing a damn good job.

“Here for Namjoon?” Jin laughs, sliding a drink down the bar to a patron before leaning forward so the blonde can hear him better. “I think he’s stressed about the the huge pitch he’s making to the board and the company party next week.. I really hope it works out. You know better than anybody how hard he’s been putting everything together, so… The usual?” Jimin nods as he watches Jin pour them drinks, leaning into the warmth on his arm as he figures it’s Namjoon.

“Jin has it coming up,” Jimin laughed softly, looking up to meet the deep eyes of the artist before he’s jolting back into another patron. Throwing a ‘sorry’ over his shoulders, Jimin’s fingers become restless. “Yoongi! What uh.. what are you doing here?” Jimin watches the raven laugh softly, his red haired friend in tow behind him. Jimin feels like he’s ready to throw up his guts as he stays still in shock.

Yoongi laughs quietly. “Same as you. To just relax.. What a coincidence, hm?” Jimin squints at him, unsure if he was trying to mess with him or anything. He’s glad Jin had slid him two drinks already to go be busy down the line. Jimin didn’t want the elder to start hovering and asking many questions that he didn’t know how to answer.

“Uh.. Yeah I guess,” He chirps, looking at him before the artist notices the two drinks next to him.

His gaze almost dulls. “Oh.. are you here with someone?” Jimin’s heart sank, looking at the face that was almost impossible to read. Jimin didn’t want him to think that he was taken.

“Oh! No no!” He waved his hands in the air, grabbing the drinks. “No, I’m here with my friends. The two guys from the shop and then my boss.. Who is also a long time friend?” He laughed a little at the end, realizing that sounded weird. He gestured to the table as if to ask the raven if he’d like to go over there. He nodded with a grin, nudging his friend that came along as they all made it to the table.

“Your boss isn’t as crazy as that duo that was with you, right?”

Jimin giggles as they approach the table. “Nah, Namjoon is way more chill than them.”

“Namjoon?” The two behind Jimin repeat in shock, and as the blonde sets the two glasses down in front of the aforementioned man, his eyes widen. Before he can even mention to Namjoon about the drink, Namjoon is getting up and throwing his arm around Yoongi and his red-haired counterpart. Jimin, Jungkook, and Taehyung stand floored as they hall exchange hugs and laughter.

The trio looked at each other as if to say; y’all seeing this too?

“You guys… know each other?” Jungkook asks dumbfounded, while Namjoon nods and sips his drink before throwing a thank you to Jimin over his shoulder.

“Wait, hold on. How do you guys know each other?”

Jimin pinched his nose at the sound of Namjoon returning the question. They went through the story, of how the three were at the tattoo shop which started them on another whole story about how Jimin even stepped foot in the place. Jimin learned a lot of things in the twenty minutes they spent sharing stories, like how Namjoon used to go out and party every night that he could. Once Jin stepped over and saw Yoongi, they were really reminiscing things like the one night they set a dumpster on fire, or Hoseok body-slamming a ping pong table.

Jungkook looks intrigued almost, and Jimin quickly scolds them to stop before the idiot gets any ideas. Their laughing dies into a soft rumble in their chest, Namjoon finally thanking him properly for the drink before eyeing the younger trio.

“So.. Yoongi was plan A?” Jimin bristles as he hears that, avoiding the set of eyes that he knows is on him right now. Jungkook starts laughing a little as he puts his arm over Yoongi’s shoulder, like they were friends.

Taehyung clears his throat. “Well, Jimin was obviously into him, and we figured he would’ve texted him by now but hasn’t.” Jimin’s hoping someone will just shut them the hell up.

“Oh! Is that so?” The sly tone comes from Hoseok, as he punches Yoongi in the arm. “Yoongi is one to keep to himself, you know? Nothing really amuses him, but after you three showed up at the shop, he’s been a little more chipper and smiley.” It was Yoongi’s turn to curse under his breath, face turning a little red as he and Jimin make eye contact. The blonde chuckles lightly at the other three men hollering as they teased their friend for ‘finally finding someone’.

It seems like a thousand years until everyone is chatting to themselves, Jimin and Taehyung coaching Jungkook on how to pick up a girl he sees across the club. He notices that the two duck away from him once Yoongi appears at his side, and Jimin wants to claw his way out to of the club. He couldn’t stall anymore.

“Small world, hm?” Yoongi smiles, and Jimin soaks in the sight. Turning his chair towards the table, he leans forward on his elbows to hear the raven better as he rests against the table.

Jimin laughs. “It really is… I would’ve never even imagined that you all knew each other.” Yoongi shrugs, plucking the cherry that came with Jimin’s drink and setting it into his mouth. He couldn’t tell if he was trying to be smooth, or flirting subtly, but it was working. They sit silent for a little before Jimin is getting ready to burst. “I’m sorry for not texting you..”

Yoongi lets out a breath of what sounds like relief.

“It’s not that I didn’t want to, or wasn’t attracted or,” They both laugh as Jimin is digging his hole deeper. “What I’m trying to say is, that I just didn’t know what to say? I didn’t want it to be lame or anything.” He bites his lip while laughing to himself, knowing he sounds like an Idiot. Yoongi doesn’t seem to mind as he moves to stand even closer to the blonde.

“No, It’s okay. I honestly wouldn’t have known what to say anyways if we did text.. Guess I’m lucky we’re meeting up again like this.” Jimin agrees, fixing the buttons on his shirt. “You look good tonight, Jimin.” Jimin blushes furiously as the looks down at the outfit, and taking a moment to take in what he was wearing. His eyes follow slowly over his body as Yoongi is dressed in a black shirt, and black jeans. The leather jacket was what brought it together for Jimin, making him a thousand times more attractive.

“You look good as well… Like really good,” he gushes, fingers pulling the zipper of his jacket to almost tug him closer. Yoongi doesn’t hesitate to step even closer, standing in between the blonde’s legs. Jimin smiles up at him. “So.. Is it just a coincidence you came here tonight, or did Jungkook put you up to this?”

Yoongi takes a look over at the brunette in question. “No. Actually, when you guys were talking about this bar at the shop, I figured that maybe me and Hoseok could go have a drink since it’s been forever.” Jimin squints. “Alright… Maybe I wanted to see if you were going to be here.” Jimin laughs as he looks down to his hands in his lap, playing idly with his fingers. Jimin felt like he was a teenager gushing over some random jock at his school, unable to keep conversation. He’s interested just how interested Yoongi is interested in him. Okay, that was one too many interested’s.

Taehyung breaks the silence between them. “Kiss him, Park!” Jimin wants to laugh at the sight of Namjoon smacking the back of the silver haired boys head, but he is rooted to his seat. Mortified at the words. He groans for what seems like the hundredth time, while Yoongi laughs and places his hand over Jimin’s nonchalantly like it was natural for them.

The whine in Jimin’s voice is prominent. “I wish these idiots would disappear.”

“On that note, I was thinking maybe we could go back to your house and just hangout?” Yoongi sounds a little nervous asking, but Jimin easily forgives.

“Are you trying to hook up with me, Min Yoongi?”

Yoongi enjoyed the way his name came out of the boy’s mouth, grinning a small smirk as he shrugs.

“Would that be so bad?” Jimin slaps his upper arm lightly before Yoongi breaks into laughter. “I’m only kidding. Maybe. But seriously. I wanna get to know you… Does that sound too weird?”

Jimin shakes his head. “Not at all. I’d enjoy that.”

Once the club got boring, (and Jimin was fed up with the kissy faces of his friends), he and Yoongi decided to go back to his house. Jimin was glad they took separate cars considering he was basically shaking. He wasn’t scared, and after talking to Yoongi more, he wasn’t all that nervous. Jimin being Jimin, he was worried about small things like how his house looked or how it would be when they were alone. Okay, screw it. He was nervous, even more so as he pulled into the parking spot, Yoongi taking the guest space right next to him. They both got out, not really exchanging words as Jimin led him up to his apartment and unlocked the door.

He let Yoongi in, and the first thing the raven did was grab Jimin’s cheeks before pressing their lips together. To say Jimin was floored was an understatement, not even having a chance to kiss back before the lip assailant was red faced and shutting the door behind him.

“Sorry,” he breathed. “I wanted to do that since I saw you at the bar… there was just a lot of pressure.” He understood, a geeked smile on his face as he shook his head.

“No it’s okay!”

Jimin kicked off his shoes, Yoongi following suit, and moving towards the kitchen as he opened a cabinet. “Would you like a drink? I have wine, but I also have beer and maybe some rum?” Yoongi stands awkwardly at the entryway before trotting further into his home. He ends up picking out some spiced rum Jimin kept in the cabinet, pouring it into a glass with coke. Jimin on the other hand, as manly as he’d like to think he could be, he was a sucker for some red wine.

Turning on the flatscreen in the living room, they seat themselves on the huge couch he had decorated with various pillows and fuzzy blankets. Jimin pulls his knees to his chest while Yoongi man spreads, and Jimin wasn’t going to say it was making him think some… thoughts.

“This couch feels like heaven.. All the pillows and blankets, god I could just fall asleep right here.”

Jimin nods vigorously. “I know right! My friends call this the death couch since everyone always knocks out on it.” Yoongi finds the laugh that Jimin emits extremely adorable, like his heart is punching his sternum. He really should smack Hoseok for telling everyone how soft Yoongi was getting for this blonde man, but he couldn’t fight the truth. Something about the puffy cheeks and his lips were doing a number too him. He couldn’t forget about the thighs, but that was another category.

“I can see why. It’s like a place I’d fall asleep doing sketches late at night.” Yoongi grins along with Jimin, as the blonde sips his wine before setting it down on the coaster.

“To be honest,” he sighs, pulling a pillow into his chest. “I do fall asleep here a lot with my laptop open.”

Yoongi cocks his head. “Doing what?”

“Well, I don’t have an office here, and I hate staying at work too late so I often fall asleep here when I schedule Namjoon’s things and set up meetings.” Yoongi does a little ‘ah’ before perking up like he was forgetting something.

“How is it? Working for Namjoon? I meant to ask but your friends were basically telling us to fuck in the bar.” Jimin snorts softly as he shrugs.

“It’s like working for any other boss. It’s easy that we’re good friends so we rarely get into huge disagreements, but I have to take care of him. He forgets to eat, and doesn’t know ho to take a break.” Yoongi interjects with a ‘sounds like Joon’. “I schedule his meetings with clients and the board. I really enjoy my job.” Jimin grins, proud of himself while Yoongi hums.

“I’m glad. You deserve to have a not-so physical job.”

Jimin raises an eyebrow. “Yeah? And why is that?”

“Because, you’re too hot for manual labor.” He and Jimin break into a fit of laughter, both their cheeks a little red before they jump into conversation about how Yoongi found the passion to do tattooing. Jimin listened with owlish eyes, wondering how someone even had the hand patience for that. Jimin, again, could never. “You think you’d ever get a tattoo?” Jimin shrugs at the question, finger running around the rim of his glass.

“Maybe… depends of what, and if you’re gonna tattoo me.” Yoongi grins, eyes adverting down to his hands before back up to Jimin’s face. Yoongi’s wondering if they’re thinking the same thing. Yoongi’s eyes are trained on Jimin’s lips, teeth grazing over them as they sit in comfortable silence. He feels himself move towards Jimin almost like a magnet, and is pleasantly surprised once he notices Jimin does the same. It’s a little awkward at first, both their heads tilting the same way and not finding a certain rhythm. Once it locks into place, it’s smooth sailing for the both of them.

Yoongi finds himself smiling into every movement, hand coming up to rest on Jimin’s neck to tilt his head back. Jimin, on the other hand.. his head is racing. His hands are stuck awkwardly clutching his wine glass in his lap, even though he’s just dying to touch him back. He also feels himself start to sweat, like he’s forgotten how to kiss and Yoongi’s just guiding him. Not that he minds. He’s an amazing kisser.

Jimin ends up pulling away first. “Sorry,” he laughed softly, setting his glass of wine on the table. Yoongi waves off his apology, before he is leaning back in. Yoongi feels like he’s in high school again, buzzing with excitement. He’s not sure what it is about the particular blonde that his client set in front of him, but he knows that it’s the goodness he needs in his life. Someone who can keep him on his toes. Yoongi thinks that it’s him.

Jimin is pulling him closer by the jacket collars, pressing their lips together more messily than the first time. Yoongi laughs at the eagerness of the kiss, but he doesn’t mind it. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t been dying to kiss him all night. Even if they kinda-sorta just met? The raven thinks it might be extra, but instead of the weird twisted positions they’re in, he grabs the back of Jimin’s thighs to pull him over his lap. The blonde enjoys the new arrangement, skin bubbling at the feeling of the artists hands on the back of his thighs.

He’s never really thought of that area as an intimate place, but the way Yoongi grabs them.. like he’s dying to just feel his skin. Jimin laughs against Yoongi’s lips as their noses bump, before he’s finding purchase in the locks of his hair. Jimin’s heart was racing now as the kiss started getting deeper. He decided to say fuck it as he tugged on the raven’s bottom lip with his teeth, biting gently before diving back in. Jimin’s tongue was foreign inside Yoongi’s mouth, and the raven wasn’t opposed as he opened his lips to let Jimin do as he pleased. The grip on his thighs are getting harder, more strained as the blonde kissed him deeper, sucking on his tongue lewdly.

Usually, Yoongi might find this embarrassing. He was never really into kissing with much tongue. He groans into Jimin’s mouth as he continues, and Yoongi concludes that he finds it the sexiest thing on earth. Maybe his favorite thing now. He’s quick to pull Jimin’s chin down with his thumb to move his own tongue inside his mouth, and was pleased. They’re both practically panting as neither decides to come up for air, Jimin only breaking apart once Yoongi moves his hands to his ass.

“Hey,” he breathed, biting his lip as he pushed back into the hands. “I thought you said we weren’t gonna hook up?” That earns him an almost devious chuckle from the boy under him, Yoongi attaching his lips to the column of Jimin’s throat. Jimin can’t describe what he’s thinking when he feels Yoongi’s teeth against his skin, but it’s nothing innocent. And the thinking’s done by his dick.

Yoongi hums. “No. What I said was that wouldn’t be so bad.”

“What a tease.” They both share a brief laugh, Jimin humming as they looked at each other. “I think Taehyung and Jungkook bet money on us hooking up.” Jimin looks down at the space between their chests, face heating up. Yoongi snorts, hand coming up to squish Jimin’s cheeks.

“I wouldn’t doubt it. The little bit they pulled at the shop said it all.”

Jimin perked up. “Wait what? You could tell?” Yoongi grins, thumb running over Jimin’s pulse in his neck and it’s driving him fucking crazy. He wants to sink his teeth into every inch of Jimin’s neck since it’s looked like it hasn’t been touched in months.

“It was kind of obvious,” He sighs, hands traveling to rest against his hips while his thumbs felt his skin. “They’re clever idiots, I’ll give them that. They talk awfully loud, but the fact that you were shamelessly checking me out was what topped it off.” Jimin dropped his forehead into Yoongi’s chest, groaning as he wished he could disappear in thin air. He really thought he was slick. Lifting his head up, he wants to explain himself, and most likely go on a rant about how hot Yoongi was.

Pulling him close, he decides he’s going to kiss him instead.

Within seconds, they’re back to kissing hungrily on the couch. Yoongi’s fingers are slowly moving inch by inch up Jimin’s back to pull him closer. Jimin’s skin breaks out in little bumps at the new feeling, pads of rough fingers dancing across his skin. He’s sure the raven has felt it considering the smirk against Jimin’s lip, but he doesn’t do much to comment on it. Jimin’s trying to focus on kissing him, as if it was his one task, but Yoongi’s agenda is throwing him off as he pulls Jimin’s hips right over his cock.

He breathes hard against Yoongi’s lips, hands fisting in the plain black shirt he’s wearing. Moving his lips from the blonde’s mouth, Yoongi decides to start up at his neck again. He occupied his tongue as he licked against spots before biting them, Jimin giving a soft pant as Yoongi’s hips push up into his own. He doesn’t know why it feels so good, like all his senses are heightened. He thinks it might be the fact that guys just got straight to fucking, like foreplay didn’t exist. Even if they hadn’t really done anything, the touches and kissing were working Jimin up pretty good.

Yoongi sucks purple marks against Jimin’s collarbone, fingers pulling apart his shirt as the buttons pop loose one by one. Yoongi is marveling in the sight of his toned chest, kissing the soft skin down to his sternum before marking the area. He doesn’t miss the way Jimin whines when his fingers brush against his nipple, smirking against his skin as he twisted the bud in-between his fingers. He wonders how sensitive the blonde really was, but the breathy moan Yoongi receives once he teethes his nipple is a good enough answer.

Jimin, on the other hand, is just falling loose in Yoongi’s hands. The way his mouth works slowly down his torso has his head spinning. Not to mention the feeling of his hard dick against his own, which seriously has him considering if he was even going to fit. The biggest Jimin had was maybe five inches, but he’s almost sure Yoongi is a solid seven and a half, give or take. Either way, he pushes himself down against the erection to feel it again, Yoongi groaning deeply as he grips Jimin’s thighs.

“Fuck don’t do that,” He grumbled, eyes lidded as he looked up to the assailant. Jimin can’t do anything besides give him a bratty smile, putting his own hands up Yoongi’s shirt. He’s floored as he feels the tight muscle underneath the skin, rippling with every movement. Neither parties have an answer for why the pace moves from experimental to almost animalistic as Yoongi’s hands rip apart the rest of Jimin’s shirt, throwing the fabric comically behind his head. Jimin, in turn, is scrambling to get Yoongi’s shirt over his torso and onto the couch as their lips smash together for what feels like the seventh time that night.

Yoongi can’t explain why he’s moving so fast, why his nimble fingers are pulling Jimin’s pants down the best he can before he says screw it. Pushing himself froward off the couch, he gives Jimin time to stand on his feet before pulling him towards the bedroom. Jimin’s nerves are on high alert as they stumble through the hallway, bumping into the paintings on the wall and other doorways.

It’s like they’re in high school and hooking up like amateurs, trying desperately to be touching each other at all times. Jimin laughs against Yoongi’s lips at the feeling of his back hitting the surface of his bedroom door before it opening all the way and hitting the wall.

“You sure are eager,” Jimin breathes, breaking apart to step out of his pants and kick them to the side while Yoongi grabbed his ass.

He didn’t reply at first, a sadistic grin on his face as he looked down at his pants to push them off as well. “You’re the one who already has their pants off.” Yoongi thinks it’s a lame comeback, but Jimin doesn’t argue. The blonde snickers, sitting down on the edge of the bed and pulling Yoongi by his face as they kiss again. The older male leans over Jimin, pushing his back against the bed as they continue, hands wandering down the sides of his thighs.

Yoongi rolls his hips forcefully into Jimin’s, the almost bare contact is having both males groan rather loudly in the small room. Jimin is thanking god he picked the apartment all the way on the end, and that his neighbors were currently on a trip. There was not a chance in hell he’d be able to be quiet tonight. Rolling his hips back into Yoongi’s, Jimin wraps his arm around his neck and presses their chests together.

“Do you uh, do you have—“

Jimin nodded, out of breath. “It’s in the drawer, next to my bed.. Are you clean?” Yoongi grabbed the bottle of lube and nodded at the question, laughing. “I don’t really hook up with guys.. Have only done it maybe twice. But yeah, I’ve been tested before.” Jimin’s eyebrows arch at the statement, wondering what had changed.

Pushing himself up the bed more, he looks at Yoongi in the dim light of his bedroom and is wondering how he got blessed with this sliver of gold. This sacred hookup, or something like that. Jimin wouldn’t even mind them doing this again, and again, but knowing how clingy he is.. He wants to hold hands and cuddle; the needy side of the whole endeavor.

Jimin jumps a little bit at the feeling of fingers in the waistband of his underwear, but reassures the raven with a glance as to tell him continue. Yoongi breathes, nodding as he pulls the pair down his legs and onto the floor. Jimin is more shy than he thought he would be, cheeks heating up as his dick practically flops out. It’s not a bad size. Six inches leaning against his stomach, the girth pretty average. Nothing impressive, nothing like Yoongi was packing, but Jimin can tell that Yoongi is more than satisfied.

Jimin isn’t sure what the raven’s next move is, dark eyes scanning his body slowly, unzipping his own pants slowly like his eyes are locked on his body. Yoongi stares for a little longer, biting his lip gently before pushing his own bottoms down to the floor and stepping over them. The noise that leaves Jimin’s mouth is… nothing that can be formed into a word. Yoongi laughs a little at the noise, considering it happens once the blonde sees his dick, but he shrugs. Shrugs like his dick wasn’t practically eight inches.

“indescribable, isn’t it?”

Jimin slaps his arm playfully as the elder looms back over his body, flashing teeth before leaning down to bite marks into his skin. Yoongi sucks hickeys into his sternum before moving down to his stomach and even lower. The blonde doesn’t miss the instructions, turning around as quickly as possible before his cheeks heat up. This position left him no pride at all, head turning as far as it could to see the raven behind him.

A hard slap landing on his ass is just as surprising as it is sexy, chills running through his skin. Jimin never really thought he’d been into spanking, but if this was how the night was going to go, he had no objections. Pushing back into the palms, Jimin laughs breathily as Yoongi grabs both of his cheeks with two hands, spreading them forcefully. He’s not sure what to think considering the growl-like moan leave Yoongi’s throat, but Jimin sighs anyways as the elder levels the score on the other cheek.

With a little prep and slow movements, Yoongi was pushing inside Jimin until he was to the base, breathing heavily. The bottom was holding on for dear life considering he never had anything bigger than… honestly he can’t even remember at this point as the feeling is too overwhelming.

“You okay?” Yoongi breathes, hands carefully on Jimin’s hips as he pulls out slowly. Jimin wants to respond, squeaking loudly as the elder pushes into him forcefully. Jimin moans out loudly, eyes squeezing shut as he breathes heavily, almost panting.

“Fuck.. fuck im okay.”

Yoongi snickers at the response, starting at a pace that was pleasurable for the both of them, watching his cock disappear into Jimin’s ass. Yoongi finds it incredibly sexy the way Jimin falls apart in his hands, a panting breathy mess as he fucks him slowly. Jimin is holding on with a couple of strings, fisting his hands into the sheets. He never would’ve thought that a guy he’d meet at the tattoo shop, would be in his bed fucking his brains out. That’s not where he was, but Min Yoongi was sure as hell feeling it.

“You’re literally perfect you know that?” Yoongi asks, grabbing handfuls of Jimin’s ass and spreading them apart so he can reach deeper inside of him. “I w-was so fucking interested in you when I met you at the shop… m’ super glad that you didn’t have a boyfriend.” The raven is out of breath as he talks, holding his shoulder like a handle as he grabbed the side of his neck. Jimin tilts his head back a little, the strong hands of the artist keeping him grounded as he lets out a moan once the pace starts to pick up. Loud smacks are heard across the room, Jimin puffing out a breath with each one.

There was something about the elder that made Jimin want to just let him take care of him, and take control. He was pretty fucking good at it, hands roaming the blonde’s body as he lands his palm on Jimin’s ass again.

“Shit,” he breathed, making Yoongi grin and do it again. Jimin has no words, mouth open in a silent moan while dropping his head into the mattress. Jimin could feel every inch of Yoongi, and once he starts to take deeper, slower strides, Jimin is done for. “You’re.. really fucking big..” It’s a lame compliment, but Jimin can’t think of anything else to say right now besides cursing. Yoongi doesn’t reply as both hands hold his hips carefully, fucking his cock into him easier than before. Jimin pushes his ass against his hips, trying to get the most out of the feeling like his head (and dick), wasn’t going to explode.

Yoongi, on the other hand, is the most vocal he’s ever been. Low moans throughout the room as he feels himself getting closer as well, moving harder and faster to chase something he hasn’t felt in a while. Just cumming was one thing, but Yoongi’s fucked out mind is craving the connection in sex. For a second he thinks he’s found it, which is why he bends over Jimin’s figure, hands covering the younger’s before lacing their fingers.

Jimin smiles lazily at the feeling of their hands intertwined, and doesn’t miss the soft kissing Yoongi places into the side of his neck. It makes everything feel a little better as his senses are definitely on high, gripping the sheets as well as he let out soft moans.

“Yoongi, I’m close,” He panted, alerting his partner. Either Yoongi didn’t hear him, or didn’t care because he was fucking him harder than before and Jimin’s eyes were going crossed. Jimin couldn’t hold his voice in even if he tried at this point, moaning loud and quick as Yoongi fucked into his prostate over and over again— practically abusing the nerves. As the raven sped up the pace, Jimin felt drunk off of the pleasure while Yoongi was growling into the side of his neck.

Reaching around to grab his dick, Yoongi started to pump Jimin in time with the thrusts, throwing him over the edge.

“F-fuck!!” he whined loudly, moaning the man’s name as his legs went almost numb. His head tilted back as his body spasmed, cumming all over the sheets under his stomach. Yoongi didn’t stop until he was helping Jimin through his high, milking him dry before letting out a long hard moan as he finally came inside of Jimin. Giving a last few good thrusts, he stops, panting hard over the blonde.

Coughing, Yoongi pulls out. “I n-never cum that fast.” Jimin’s eyes widen as he falls into the bed, turning back to Yoongi with a horrified look.

“You go longer than that?”

The grin Yoongi gives him before falling down into the spot next to the blonde is almost enough to turn him on. “I’m capable of a lot of things.”

“Right.”

They lay there for a while, breathing slowing down as their lungs finally caught a break. Jimin was surprised when he was pulled into Yoongi’s chest, arm around his waist as they laid together. He wasn’t sure what was going to happen afterwards, and honestly his stomach was churning to even think about it. Jimin wondered if they would even last or if Yoongi was even thinking about the same thing he was. What if he never wanted to hangout again, or never wanted to hook up again? What if Jimin asked him to stay another night or to go on a date with him, and he rejected him? Or!! What I—

“Hey, I was wondering.”

Jimin’s heart stopped. “Yeah?”

“I know that.. I know we just kinda met, and then fucked but.. I know Namjoon is having that company party soon and it’s going to be a little classy. I was thinking maybe I could take you?” Jimin finally felt like he could breath, smiling as he turned onto his elbows.

“Are you asking me out on a date Min Yoongi?”

Getting smothered with a pillow was the highlight of the night, but that was definitely a yes.

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Make It Right [BTS Mafia!AU]

Plot: “It’s always darkest before the dawn…” It’s a dog-eat-dog world in Seoul, South Korea. One has to dwell in the shadows in order to reach for the light. What are you willing to sacrifice in order to feel the sunlight on your face? What will it take to drag you back into darkness? How long will the journey be to make it right?

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: Series | Mafia!AU | Crime!AU | Angst | Romance/Fluff

Pairings: Jin x OC | Taehyung/Hoseok x OC | Yoongi/Jungkook x OC

Warnings: Graphic Violence, Heavy Language, Angst, Slow Burn, Smut

Previous Chapters: Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin E’s AO3 || Admin E’s WP || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 2,567

Tag List: @prisczero, @pinkpjmin, @btsaudge, @flowerwrites06, @unoriginal-username15432

Chapter 32: Waste It On Me

“And I know there’s no making this right, And I know there’s no changing your mind...”

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Seoul – Cheongdam; Gangnam District South Korea

The bigger you are, the harder you fall.

Jimin was aware of this saying and held it close to his heart more often than most. It was his way of maintaining a sense of humility. He tried to impart humble actions to others, remaining as sincere as he could and as it was allowed. Praying and fighting. Fighting and praying. It was a daily routine for him for the last ten years.

But now it was over and while he wasn’t suffering from a lack of purpose, there were other things that troubled his mind. Seemingly insignificant to some and very important to others. Jimin worried below the surface, attempting to hold onto a sense of calm despite the chaos that always seemed to erupt around them. Rain or shine, snow or a hurricane; none of it mattered. Because they’d overcome worse in their lives and this new path they walked would be no different.

Seeing Eden in the hospital – hearing that the Jade Fangs were the ones responsible – ignited something new inside of Jimin. A feeling he wasn’t aware that he could feel. One that he never knew simmered deep within the dark recesses of his own heart.

It was anger.

The feeling shocked him at first; the realization even more. Jimin couldn’t think of a time outside of his elementary years where he got angry. Annoyed? Of course. Irritated? Absolutely. But never anger.

Not until he’d seen Eden’s arm in a sling.

His eyes narrowed as he paid the cab driver. The bigger you are, the harder you fall…

Stepping out of the cab, he closed the door behind him and approached the Cha Gangnam Medical Center. The sliding glass doors automatically pushed open, granting him entrance to the main lobby. He looked around, smiling politely to the receptionist as she waved at him. Brushing his bangs off his forehead, he looked around to see if Raelyn was around. Not long after he shuffled in, she came around a corridor and stopped short upon seeing him.

For a moment, neither of them could say anything. Jimin watched her press her clipboard to her chest, the two of them sighing in tandem with each other. Raelyn did her best to put on a smile that he probably assumed she thought was believable.

It wasn’t.

“Jimin-ah,” she called softly, her voice almost lost in the noise of the lobby, “what are you doing here?”

She crossed over to him and he smiled at her. “I was just coming by to check on you.” It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the whole truth either. “Are you about to go on break?”

Raelyn looked at her watch, then nodded. “Sure, I can go on break now. Follow me.”

The two of them walked side by side as they made their way down the hall. Several orderlies and nurses greeted Raelyn, as well as a few doctors who were wrapping up their shifts. They rounded two corners and she paused in front of a room, pushing the door open and peering inside. Her shoulders seemed to visibly relax before turning to look at him while fully pressing the door wide.

“It’s just us. Come in.” Jimin followed her and Raelyn stood in front of one of the vending machines. “Coffee?”

“Sure.”

Pressing the button for two hot canned coffees, the machine dispensed the items and Jimin thanked her for the drink. They took their seats at a small round table near the back of the break room where they could talk. However, instead of talking, they opened the coffees and said nothing. Jimin wasn’t sure what was weighing so heavily on Raelyn’s mind, but he had a pretty good idea. The difficult part was broaching the subject in a way that wouldn’t set her off or, worse, cause her to build a wall even higher around her feelings.

“Noona?” She lifted her face to look at him and he could see her eyes shaking, as if Raelyn already knew why he was there. “Can I ask you something?”

Raelyn tried to put on a brave face, her fingers wrapping around the can of coffee. “Sure, Jimin-ah. What is it?”

He took a breath, pressed his lips together in a thin line, before releasing a puff of air from his mouth. “…is your freedom still important to you?”

There was a slight tink of sound as her nails scraped along the aluminum.

She scoffed, trying to brush off his question. “Where’s this coming from all of a sudden?”

“Because your reason for ending things with Hoseok Hyung stemmed from the world we lived in; the cloak of shadows that we wore.” Jimin laced his fingers together as he rested his hands on the table. Raelyn’s façade faltered. “We’re not in the shadows anymore, but that doesn’t mean that there aren’t people who will do whatever it takes to drag us back. We are working to continue our path of success and to do it the legal way.” His eyes narrowed slowly. “And you’ve been actively seeing Taehyung-ah, knowing that people are still trying to grab at our ankles.”

Raelyn frowned this time. “What are you getting at, Jimin-ah?”

“It’s only going to get worse before it gets better.”

His tone was flat and his expression matched. Raelyn’s eyes widened, her brows raising simultaneously. Her hands slid from the can to the table and Jimin lifted his coffee to his lips. He knew how intelligent Raelyn was and so it wouldn’t take her long to figure out where he was headed with this conversation.

“Do you remember what those days were like back then, Noona?” He didn’t tear his gaze from hers. “I know you do.”

“Park Jimin, you—”

“I hope you’re prepared, because now that we’re walking the legal path, there’s no stopping what the others are planning to do. You’ve already seen for yourself what they’re capable of. What lines they’re willing to cross. We can’t just beat them back with chains, whips and knives. Not like before. Not anymore.”

This was the path they were striving to walk on. It was the way they wanted to continue living their lives from now on. Jimin didn’t have to ask his older brothers what was making them feel so uneasy. The bridge they were crossing was rickety. There was no guarantee they’d be able to make it to the other side before burning it behind them – preventing anyone else from breathing down their necks. Ten years of hard work could potentially incinerate in the palm of their hands. Determined to walk the righteous path, to bathe in the sunlight, meant giving up the tools they used when shrouded in darkness.

Money could only do so much. But what it could not do was buy loyalty.

It finally seemed to click for Raelyn, the realization of what Jimin was attempting to get through to her apparent now on her face. But he also knew that if she valued her freedom as much as she claimed, then now was the time for her to make a choice. There would not be another opportunity for her to backtrack. This was the only way out that he could present to her.

“Noona,” he called, his voice gentle and a touch warmer than it had been earlier. She sensed it immediately. “If you’re serious about Taehyung, about any of us, then I won’t interfere, and I will respect your wishes. We prepared for a lot of things, but we didn’t prepare for anyone to try and stop us from leaving.” He sighed, turning his head slightly to avert his gaze. “What they did to Eden Noona? I’m sure it’s just the beginning. They’re trying to make a point.”

“W-What point?” Raelyn’s voice shook only slightly, but he could hear the hint of anger tacked on at the end. “What do they think they’re gonna accomplish by fucking around with our lives?”

Jimin had a few ideas, but he wasn’t willing to voice them. Not out loud. Not yet.

“They’re trying to tell us we can’t keep anything we care about safe.” He craned his neck to look back at her. “Not anymore.”

He watched Raelyn sink back into her chair, as if someone had taken all the wind out of her sails and left her stranded out at sea.

Jimin rose from his chair, taking the can of coffee with him. He slid one hand into his pocket, pivoting on his heel as he turned toward the door. He paused, casting a sidelong glance over his shoulder to look back at her. Raelyn was still staring at the table blankly, trying to process what he’d just said.

“If your freedom is still important to you, then you need to push us away. All of us. For your sake more than ours.”

She blinked rapidly, turning to look at him as though she was seeing him for the first time all day. No, for the first time since she’d known him. Jimin offered her a soft smile instead. One she would recognize and hopefully take comfort in.

“Take care, Raelyn Noona.”

He bowed his head toward her and turned to head out the door. He didn’t look back as he was worried about what his warning meant to her. Would she take it to heart, or would she remain steadfast at their sides?

Will she make the same choice that Eden Noona has?

Seoul – Hannam; Yongsan District South Korea

The drive back to the house was quiet. The taxi driver must have sensed that Jimin had a lot on his mind and left him to his thoughts in the backseat. As traffic melded on the streets, many lights blossomed and painted the windows and streets of Seoul bright colors. Jimin heard pedestrians milling around, some holding conversations that were loud enough for him to hear through the window. He tuned most of it out, however, his own concerns going off like air horns in his brain.

Soon, everything passed by in a blur of colorful lines.

When Jimin walked through the main entryway of the home he shared with his brothers, he felt more exhausted than normal. Like he’d been carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. He announced himself, kicking off his dress shoes and loosening his tie before sliding into his house slippers.

A set of feet shuffled in and he turned to see it was Yoongi, a glass of scotch in his hand. “Just you?” He took a moment to peer over Jimin’s shoulder, as if someone had followed him. “The others?”

Jimin pulled his phone out of his pocket and saw texts from both Jungkook and Taehyung; one saying they’d be home late and the other saying they’d be home tomorrow. “Seokjin Hyung is still at the office with Anastasia Noona. He sent me home early. Namjoon Hyung and Hoseok Hyung are at a business meeting at the hotel.” He peered at Yoongi curiously. “You’re home early.”

Yoongi hummed in response as he took a sip of scotch. “Investors from overseas flew in so I saw to their needs. The official business meeting will be tomorrow. Hoseok-ah wanted to give them a chance to rest before going over paperwork.” He turned to head into the kitchen and Jimin followed after him. “What about the other kids?”

Jimin sat at the kitchen island, watching as Yoongi began pouring him a drink. He waited until the glass was set on a coaster in front of him before speaking. “Taehyung-ah is going to be late.” Reaching for the glass, he ignored the tinkling sound it made when his rings knocked against it.

Yoongi sidled up next to him, raising his glass so they could tap them together in a silent ‘cheers’ fashion. “Jungkook?”

The glass hovered near Jimin’s lips, not sure if he wanted to give him the answer. But he also knew he had no real reason not to. “He said he’s coming back in the morning.”

He saw Yoongi’s expression darken and Jimin sighed, not wanting to get into this conversation at all. But when he remembered what Eden said to him that day at church, as well as Jungkook’s own concerns, he knew he couldn’t avoid it. Jimin was also curious about something and the only way he would get the answers was by asking the person who’d hurt Eden the most.

“Yoongi Hyung?”

Yoongi shook his head, setting the glass down on the coaster and he tried to throw a casual smirk to Jimin. He wasn’t fooling anyone. Him least of all.

“Hm, what is it, Jimin-ah?”

“I know why you did that to Eden Noona.” Jimin stared into his glass, refusing to meet Yoongi’s gaze. “I get it more than you probably think I do.” A sad smirk passed over his features. “You were trying to keep her safe in your own way. I’m sure she’ll understand that someday, if she doesn’t already.”

Yoongi laughed but the tone was off; bitter and cold. “It doesn’t matter. She has Jungkook looking after her now.”

“Noona can take care of herself, you should know that.” Jimin continued staring into the glass, the pads of his fingers pressing into its cold surface. “You regret it, don’t you Hyung?” He turned his head to see Yoongi glaring down at the marble counter top. “You regret not trusting her.”

Yoongi blinked, his head moving slowly to look back at Jimin with confusion in his eyes. “What?”

“You didn’t let her into our world because you were afraid she’d get fed up with it. Not hurt by it.” Jimin paused, watching Yoongi’s eyes narrow. “Eden Noona is strong, you’ve seen that for yourself, Hyung. Her environmental safety wasn’t what you were worried about.”

“Ya, Park Jimin,” said Yoongi quietly, the warning clear.

Jimin had no plans to heed it.

“What you were actually scared of was Noona seeing the real you, weren’t you?” Jimin frowned. “You couldn’t trust her to stay with you when she found out. But now you see that isn’t the case, because she’s with our younger brother now, in spite of everything.”

Yoongi’s fist slammed into the marble, causing their glasses to rattle. The sudden action didn’t even make Jimin flinch. Instead, he placed a hand on Yoongi’s shoulder. The two of them said nothing and it wasn’t until Jimin gave it a reassuring squeeze did he let out a sigh.

“You’re scared she’s going to get hurt for real this time. And it won’t be by any of us.”

He watched Yoongi drain his glass and set it back on the table. “This is just the beginning. Those bastards have barely started scratching the surface.” Yoongi placed a hand on his forehead, turning to look at Jimin and his eyes looked more tired than they had just a few minutes ago. “…but you’re right, Jimin-ah. I’m scared. I’m scared of what they’re planning to do next.”

Jimin nodded, his hand sliding off Yoongi’s shoulder to return to the counter top. The two of them held their glasses; one empty and the other untouched.

“Me too, Hyung.” There was a heaviness in Jimin’s voice that he hadn’t meant to let slip. But it was too late to take it back and there wasn’t really a point to it. “…I’m scared too.”

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justoneday-namjoonii · 7 years

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Midnight Circus pt.3

☾pairing: Jungkook ♡→ reader ☾genre: Angst. Fluff. Mature content. badboy summer fling au ☾summary: “You’re ten times hotter this summer, you know that?”

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He stood in front of the kitchen counter, pouring milk into his bowl of cereal. The rest of the guys were still asleep and he woke up uncharacteristically early—curtesy of you. He found himself thinking about you anytime he looked out that window—replaying what had happened the previous night. It was nothing in hindsight, he's kissed countless girls, but not like that. He's never done anything like that, not with a girl like you.

He scooped a spoon full of cereal into his mouth, looking through his phone as he chewed noisily. He was going through his texts messages when he looked down—he wondered if he should text you about your body wash, or body.

You rolled out of bed, not making a single sound as you tiptoed to the bathroom. Everyone decided to sleep in but you woke up on your internal clock. You thought you'd shower before everyone got up. Of course, Jennie miraculously awoke from her deep slumber, rubbing her eyes as you brushed your teeth.

“Hey, good morning...sorry I fell asleep on the movie last night.” She got up, still attempting to rub the sleep from her eyes.

“All of you guys fell asleep, I knew you couldn't hang.” You giggled, squirting toothpaste on your toothbrush. The other girls were sleeping and Jennie looked like she was about to go back to sleep, you secretly hoped she would—you needed to run out for a little bit. You closed the bathroom door, stripping your clothes and turning on the water. Shoot. You don't have anybody, and you can't use just anybody wash, you have sensitive skin. You threw on a robe and that's when saw a missed text from Jungkook.

[1:04] Jungkook: you forgot something babe

[1:05] Jungkook: it smells good, it litterally smells just like you

[1:05] Jungkook: i might just keep it if u dont come and get it

The fact that he even bothered to tell you that surprised you a bit, normally he could care less if it meant helping you. Him threatening to keep it was just a bluff, he talked like that all the time—you’ve built an immunity to it. He was being pretty flirtatious, but then again he was like that to you sometimes. Instead of sending back a heated text, you decided to be an adult about it. You tied your robe tight and decided to walk right over there and get it. With a pair of slippers on, you marched over to their cabin, not bothering to knock, knowing they didn’t lock the doors. It was surprisingly quiet, they’re asleep. Suddenly, you saw Park Jimin, walking from the second bathroom with sleepy eyes, he looked so cute in the morning. You sighed, sad to see him go back to his room, but you were here for different things.

You gave yourself a mental high five for making little to no sound. You walked into the bathroom and to your dismay, it was gone—why would he tell you to come get it if it was gone. You looked around and peeked into the kitchen, where he sat at the bar stools. Shirtless with a bowl of cereal, and your body wash on the counter beside him.

“Pervert.” You stood there, arms crossed with a frown on your face—he had the audacity to look good this morning. His fluffy brown hair, his slightly puffy cheeks looking all too adorable.

“You’re no better than me, you’re a peeping tom.” He retorted, leaning back in his chair too with your body wash in his hand. You walked over to him peacefully, extending your hand to grab it.

“No, I'm not.” You gave him a sour expression, bunching your brows together at the accusation. “Give me my soap.”

“I saw you peeking in to look at Jimin, you're really not stealthy.” He laughed, seeing a heated blush come to your cheeks. You weren't even peeping per se, you were just looking until the cost was clear—it's not your fault Jimin happened to be there.

“I-I, I was not.” You snatched the body wash, turning around to walk away but he stopped you by grabbing your wrist, making you try to pull your arm a little.

“Wait. As much as I surprisingly enjoyed that kiss last night,” He bit his bottom lip, sort of swinging your arm a little as a gummy smile appeared on his face. “You interrupted my swim, and you were rude to me. I think you owe me an apology for that...” He got off the chair and towered over you, mirroring you with tightly crossed arms.

“No. You owe me an apology, for pulling me in with your evil ass and then infecting me with your ‘kissed everything but the kitchen sink’ lips.” You were actually equally upset about another issue—a more visible issue. You two sort of stared at each other like he was attempting to get something out of you. Out of absolutely nowhere, he pulled your robe for a split second, revealing the small fading red mark. He smirked, opening that big mouth of his to say some crap about it.

“You can easily hide that, you’re lucky you weren’t that bitchy last night, I would’ve left a darker one.” He laughed, taking his bowl to the sink and rinsing it out. “And for the record, you didn't try to fucking stop me Y/N, not even a little...” His tone sounded a bit lower, he looked at you with knowing eyes—you don't have time for this.

“Goodbye Jungkook.” You decided to leave him and his immaturity right in this cabin. You knew you'd have a later conversation about this, he wasn't gonna get away with leaving this mess on your skin—not today. Jin walked out of his room, glancing at you as you ran out the front door. He was probably wondering why you just ran out of here with a pink robe on and slippers.

“Y/N, please drive us, please~” Nayeon had started pestering you when you came out of the bathroom. They started talking about the movies and somehow it was mentioned that you'd be excellent to drive everyone. Your plan was to take a jog around the lake and then go to the sauna—not play chauffeur.

“Yeonie, I really wasn't planning on doing that, I wanted to spend a little time alone.” You plopped down on the couch, propping your feet up on the center table with your phone in hand.

“You didn't come here to spend time alone, you came here to spend time with us,” Naeun said from the recliner, scrolling through her phone mindlessly.

“Yeah, so you don't have a choice but to come.” Beah chimed in on the conversation, coming to sit on the beanbag in the corner.

“Whatever...” You groaned—this wasn’t so bad, going to the movies was actually something you’ve wanted to do. You started to think about last night, and how you were going to avoid letting something like that happen again. Jungkook was sending you really mixed messages, quite literally—he sent really random texts. One minute he’s blatantly ignoring you, the next he’s trying to get in your pants.

Everyone got up of and finally decided to go out. Jin, Beah, and Tae took one car. Namjoon, Naeun, and Jungkook took the other. And you were left with the pleasure of riding with Jimin. And Nayeon tagged along.

“Get in the back, I call shotgun.” You smirked, she shot you a bitter look before getting in the back. You happily got in the front seat, suddenly feeling a tinge of excitement—or nervousness, from sitting in the car with him. He got in the driver's seat, put his seatbelt on and put the car in drive—why was that the most attractive thing you’ve ever seen. All he did was Joon himself in and you were practically red-faced when he glanced at you with a small smile.

“Jin had suggested we go to get something to eat first, that sounds good to me,” Jimin said, pulling out of the parking space.

“Mm, me too...” Thanks to Jennie, everyone is in a group chat and she sent directions to the restaurant. Jimin said he would just follow that car in front, which was Jin’s car. A few minutes went by and you were making small talk, you asked what he liked about his dance academy, he asked about college.

“So, what university are you going to?”

“That’s a tough question.” You thought, trying to think through your answer. “I haven’t decided yet, I have a few in mind.”

“Do you want to go out of state?”

“Definitely not. Paying dorm fees to room with a stranger I might hate, not my cup of tea...” You chuckled a little, thinking of how odd that must’ve sounded. 18 years old but not dying for 100% freedom—it just wasn’t something you thought was necessary.

He laughed. “I figured as much.” He smiled, seeing your expression turn and your cheeks blush slightly.

“What's that supposed to mean?” You glared a little, what the heck did he mean by ‘I figured as much’?

“I didn’t mean it in a bad way.” He giggled nervously, instantly realizing how he went wrong in his wording. “I just meant- You seem like you have your head on straight, that’s a good thing, you know what you want in life.” Nice save, he thought to himself.

“Oh...” That should’ve flattered you, it was a compliment after all but instead, it made you upset. For some reason you didn’t want to be known for that, you weren’t sure what you wanted to be known as but you knew it wasn’t that. “Well I’m not walking on sunshine or anything, I have my issues just like everyone else...” You glanced at the mirror in the middle of the car and saw that Nayeon was fast asleep, you were glad she wasn’t hearing this.

“See, that’s what I’m talking about. You’re so mature about this kind of stuff, you even admit that you have issues.” He grinned at you. “Y/n, it’s attractive.” He gave a smug smile, one similar to one Jungkook would give you. You two shared eye contact before you were rudely interrupted by the beeping of a horn.

That little moment was over—it was nice while it lasted though...

A few more minutes and you were at the small plaza, fussing at Nayeon to wake up. She got out and texted the others, telling them that we’ve made it. “I have to pee...” Nayeon groggily walked inside, not caring to wait around for you and Jimin. You got out and stretched, bending forward and to the side to get the crooks and stiffness out of your muscles.

“You and Jungkook are close right?...” You really didn’t know how to make that question sound and less random and nosy. He nodded his head, smiling a little, why was he smiling?

“Yeah, I thought you were pretty close friends with him?” How dare he insinuate that you’d have any interest what so ever in that overgrown rug rat.

“More like acquaintances...” Your eyes drifted to the pavement as your mind recalled the odd run-ins you’ve had with that boy. The conversation ended on that and soon you saw the others arrive, all heading for the food court. You walked with Jimin to get some food and you just talked and talked. He was genuinely interested in what you had to say. He let you talk, he was respectful, sweet and kind.

That was getting on a certain someone’s nerves—he just wouldn’t stop glaring at you.

You smile at Jimin, glared at. You glance at Jimin, glared at. You so much as breathe the air near Jimin, glared at. Jungkook was sitting at the table opposite from you and when you got up to go get more napkins, you could assume who would be walking right behind you. You grabbed a few napkins and Jungkook freaking shoved you into the counter subtly enough to make it look like you’re just clumsy.

“Ouch!” You hissed. “What the heck Jungkook?” You shoved his chest, but he barely moved a centimeter; why did he have to be so dang solid?

“You don’t want any more bruises from me so I suggest you quit being so fucking forward with him.” He was seriously trying this right now, you couldn’t believe how he could shove people into counters and expect that person to be chill. And why would he care if you got involved with Jimin? He didn’t like you anyway, so what’s the problem???

You started to laugh, legitimately just tickled by your sudden realization. “So you mean to tell me, Jeon Jungkook, the guy with a disturbingly extensive booty call list, is jealous? Of me?—I’d say I’m flattered but I’m just, not.” His face contorted in almost disgust, he was either offended or shocked and you were acting like you were on some high horse.

“Bitch? Deflate your ego for a second, I’m not complimenting your crazy ass. I’m telling you to stop throwing yourself at people.” Jungkook just stormed off, muttering something under his breath as he went back to his seat. You giggled, you felt like you really had the upper hand today. He’s sitting around moping for no reason and you think it’s fucking hilarious. You took your happy hips and sat extra close to Jimin, batting your lashes and smiling from ear to ear when Jimin started laughing at something Jungkook had said. How could he talk about your ego?

After everyone ate we walked to the movies, you paid for your ticket and so did everyone else. You’ll be in a dark room, for almost two hours, with Jungkook, who you just provoked. Whatever, you shrugged.

“I’ve been waiting for this to come out in theaters.” You sat next to Jennie and Jimin, holding the popcorn in your lap for the three of you to share. You actually got into the movie and for the first time, you actually relaxed. You were enjoying your little vacation. And some time within the movie, Jimin leaned on your shoulder, your heart couldn’t take how cute that was.

“My lips are so dry...” You looked down and Jimin was licking his lips, and being the dry lipped human you were, you had lip balm in your bag.

“Here...” You whispered, holding your lip balm up for him to grab. He grabbed it and thanked you for opening it up to put it on those perfect peach like lips. When he handed it back your cheeks could help but get rosy at the very indirect kiss. “Thanks.” He sorts up sat up a little.

Suddenly you regretted drinking that 32 oz cup of water. The movie was right at the end and you couldn’t wait, you had to pee or this was going to end badly. You handed Beah the popcorn. “I have to pee.” You got up and ran out to the bathroom. Little did you know, Jungkook decided he’d follow you, he had some things to tell you that just couldn’t wait.

You went to the first stall and did what you had to do. You stood at the sink and washed your hands, looking in the mirror to see the mark on your neck. It wasn’t that noticeable, but it was annoying to know where it came from. Who it came from, to be specific. You were appalled by Jungkook, yes. But would anyone even believe that after what you did?...

You heard a sing-song whistle when you walked out of the bathroom, you looked around to see where that voice was coming from. He stood in the corner beside the boy's bathroom, hands in his pockets and his eyebrows slightly furrowed. You ignored him, walking back to the theater with the role of your eyes.

He didn’t follow you, he assumed you’d figure out that the movie was just about over and you have to pass him eventually. He smirked when he saw you walking back to your friends by your side. It was around 8 or 9 and that meant the night was still young.

And all throughout the night, you felt a buzz going around in the atmosphere. A bunch of young people with an attraction to excitement, a craving for the unknown; that’s what it felt like. You all weren’t sure where you were going but you let the night lead the way. You were now in the car with Naeun and Jennie, the windows were down, the air felt refreshing to your warm cheeks.

“Why is he turning? Doesn’t he know where the cabins are?” You asked, seeing the car turn to an odd direction and speed off. For some reason, your stomach just twisted at the potential outcomes of this seemingly innocent right turn.

“Mhm, but let’s follow him.” Naeun sounded too okay with ending up wherever the universe decided, you thought maybe you should feel the same—there’s nothing to lose honestly. Soon you caught the eye of an old carnival-like park, it was sort of hidden by the trees but the closer we got the more it looked kind of scary. There was a medium-sized parking lot and it was vacant, and there was an old tire place across the road.

“What is this place?” Beah got out of the other car and Namjoon, Taehyung and Nayeon got out too.

“I don’t know, ask Jungkook, he suggested this place.” Jimin got out the back and Jungkook got out the front seat.

“Jungkook, what is this place?” Jin asked, stretching his arms and yawning.

“It's an old fair or carnival thing, it only opens it in the fall.” He smirked, looking back at the Ferris wheel and other rides and stands.

“Wait, let’s get ice cream first.” Tae suddenly spoke, he explained that there was an ice cream placed behind the fireplace. You were sure he was trying to avoid going in. “Then we can go in there...” He sort of awkwardly smiled and you were surprised everyone actually agreed to go.

“Come on Jungkook.” Namjoon signaled for him to follow but Jungkook shook his head.

“Nah, you guys go ahead, I’m gonna check it out.” You weren’t sure if anyone else saw it but he just gave you the most suspicious look—what was he planning?

It seemed you were stuck in the middle—either go get ice cream with friends you loved and always had a good time with—or go see what Jungkook was doing. Of course, you chose the safe and smart choice—follow Jungkook.

Everyone assumed you would follow them so they starting walking off, Jungkook shot you a dashing grin before disappearing through the old ticket stands. Suddenly you were a lot more scared than you initially thought. There were a few lights from some of the rides but it didn’t really lighten your path.

“Jungkook...what’re you doing? You know you’re trespassing...” Your voice was like a little kid, he thought it was hilarious. You kept quiet, walking over to the mirror maze—you peeked inside, he wasn’t there.

“Ah!” You jumped when heard a loud stomp on metal and you turn around to see Jungkook, playing around on the swirly ride with a giggle. You frowned, watching him come down to you with a smirk. “What is wrong with you?!”

“What the hell are you doing here?” Jungkook walked down the creaky old metal stairs to get to you. “Did the baby girl give up ice cream, just to follow me?”

“Shut up. You’re on private property and you’re gonna get arrested.” You spoke in a matter of fact tone as if you weren’t standing here with him.

“And so are you.”

“True...” You had to agree, if the police came now you’d be in the same amount of trouble.

“You are unbelievable sometimes.” He started walking off and you followed him.

“What? What are you talking about?” He just scoffed, glancing at you before running off to the Carousel. You walked over to the carousel slowly, intrigued by the colorful and gold horses and cute little sitting areas. He leaned on one of the horses and you could’ve sworn he was pouting.

“I don’t know why I followed you...You’re so immature.” You sighed, standing on the edge of the platform.

“Oh, you know why y/n. You followed me because you want what I gave you last night, don’t you?...” Your brows furrowed and you’re cheeks flushed. “I knew you’d follow me. I wanted to talk to you while you weren’t trying to undress Jimin.”

“Excuse me? Fuck you Jungkook. And what happened last night was a mistake and it’s never happening again, bastard.”

“Yes, the hell it will happen again. I liked it, and you did too.” He fluffed his hand through his hair to give you a breathtaking view of his face. “Of course that’s the only thing I really like about this situation, everything else is too much of a hassle.” He came to stand beside you, looking up at the sparkling stars just like you were doing. “I fooled around with you and you didn’t have a problem with it, don’t you find that weird? Don’t read this the wrong way, I’m not trying to date you but I do want your body.”

“That was disgustingly blunt Jungkook.” You distorted your face in disgust but he just laughed.

“I just want to touch you, and all that physical shit, that’s the shit I keep coming back to you for.” A few weeks ago the last thing on his mind was you, he could’ve cared less, and he still doesn’t really care—so what was he trying to do? “And so do you.”

You attempted to hide your shock but it was pretty evident on your face. “No, I don’t. You’re not irresistible...” You scoffed. “In fact, you’re sickening, and you don’t appreciate women. You think I’m here to satisfy your nasty hormonal urges and I, for one will not contribute to this!” You got louder the angrier you got. “I can’t believe you, of all people, were my first-...” You paused, hearing the others come near with the sound of giggles and lively conversation. “I’m leaving.”

“No, you’re not.” He grabbed your wrist and started pulling you. “I’m not done talking to you.” He hissed.

“Hey! Stop!” You winced as his grip got tighter and he groaned in annoyance. He took you into what looked like a bathroom, you pulled away when you caught sight of the men’s urinals, you almost gagged. “We are not talking in this bathroom, or doing anything else in this nasty place.” You looked up at the dim lights and eerie dark stalls—he had no class at all.

“Shut the fuck up for one fucking second.” He pushed you against the wall, the dirty, probably 15-year-old brick wall. He kissed your jaw and you kneed his thigh.

“No! Leave me alone!” He was taken aback when you pushed him and ran out of the bathroom—knowing he liked to chase, it wasn’t the best idea to run.

You ran out, seeing Namjoon and the others looking at you weird—and Jungkook running after you.

“Y/n! What’re you doing!?” Nayeon shouted, watching you run off somewhere. They watched Jungkook run after you and your heart was racing, what if they saw you and assumed something?

You ended up in some arena that you assumed was used for performances. You ran up to the bleachers and hid in the outside portion, attempting to see if he’ll come. You sat there for a few minutes, it was dark and there was a slight breeze. Sitting here was starting to freak you out a little bit. You heard a creaking sound.

“Jungkook?” You looked around, actually hoping you’d see him and not some demonic clown or something. Slowly, you walked down the stairs, looking left to right for anyone who might be lurking around. You left the arena, anxious to leave this creepy place.

“Jungkook?...” The sound coming from you stepping in the grass was creeping you out, the clown paintings and old carnival games only made it worse. Abruptly, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist and turned you around.

Jungkook quickly cupped your face and smothered your lips with a very quick peck. “Let go!” You kept trying to get away but he was literally dragging, taking you to some corner. “You're so fucking cute.” He laughed, his hands finding their way to your wrists, pinning them against the concrete wall. “Why do I like that so much? You run and I just want to catch you and eat you up.”

“If you like it so much you should find someone else, someone who doesn’t want to kick you in the balls 24/7.” You smiled coyly, trying to free your arms, but he wasn’t having it. “Jungkook let go, someone’s gonna see-”

“Let them see, I don’t fucking care.” He gave you a predatory look, chewing his bottom lip out of habit.

“If you’re gonna force me to kiss you, do it already so I can go...” You were blushing so much from the situation, he just had to laugh. You looked down, swallowing, the air suddenly seeming thick and hot—you couldn’t breathe.

“I want you to kiss me, then you can go.” He grabbed your chin, bringing your lips but a centimeter from his. Jungkook looked so young, so beautiful and you knew you shouldn’t give in to him—you couldn’t.

“No-”

He pressed his forehead to yours with a wicked smile. “I'm not kidding. I want my apology kiss...”

You scoffed.“Wow. You’re apology kiss? Someone’s a little desperate.” You smirked. “There are plenty other girls here, yet you choose me to do this too, the one that hates you.”

“You’re a pain in the ass, you know that?” For some reason, he looked a bit hurt, like he forgot he was talking to you. He let go of your arms, tonguing at his cheek in frustration.

What do I have to lose?

To his and your surprise, you pulled him down by the back of the neck and kissed him—what am I doing?

His eyes fluttered shut and his head was spinning. His arms snaked around your waist and there was no way you would be able to get out of his grip. He groaned this was what he wanted, this is what he’s been thinking about for the last 24 hours. It was all good until you felt his hands travel down to your butt and deemed it was time to stop. It was quick and painless.

“There’s your kiss...” You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand—you weren’t sure what to do now and he was as flabbergasted as you.

Was the infamous Jeon Jungkook—....blushing? His cheeks were pink from the heat and his lips were flushed. Why was that such an ego boost? Suddenly he leaned down and pulled your collar towards him so he could give you a peck on the lips, making you widen your eyes a bit and bite your bottom lip.

“Jung-”

“One more, baby girl...” He chuckled a little, he wanted to see that look again. He pecked the corner of your lips this time, making your stomach turn in excitement.

“Hey, we’re headed back to the-...” Namjoon paused, looking at Jungkook then you, very close to each other. He gave an awkward smile as Jungkook scratched the back of his head. “To the place...” He cleared his throat.

“Oh, um,” You glanced at Namjoon with a red face.“ok thanks.” You ran past Namjoon, covering your mouth in embarrassment. The two of them watched you run offl—this was too awkward to endure.

“So uh Jungkook, what did I just see? Do you and Y/n have something going on? I thought you guys really hated each other but apparently not. Since you were just kissing her.” Namjoon gave Jungkook a look as he just shrugged, walking past his hyung to avoid any questioning—but Namjoon was determined to get to the bottom of this.

“We don’t have anything. Why would we have something going on?” Jungkook shrugged once again, a slight dissatisfied look on his face. He could tell Jungkook was getting defensive and irritated.

“You were just- Look, I’m just gonna let you know that I saw you last night. I know you're used to it but I wouldn’t put your body where your heart isn’t willing to go with her, that’s all I’m gonna say.” Namjoon patted his shoulder before walking from the get to everyone else was.

They watched Jungkook walk out of the middle of nowhere, shortly after you, and get in the passenger's seat. Jimin got in the front seat, peeking over to see Jungkook and his evident attitude change. That had to mean something had happened. When he saw you run to the car with your girlfriends, he got curious. Did Jungkook do something with you? That would be weird, given the fact Jungkook didn’t speak highly of you—or of you, at all.

“Jungkook, do you know where y/n was earlier? I know she didn’t-”

“Why would I know?” Jungkook retorted. “Ask her.”

“Why didn’t you get ice cream with us Y/n, where were you?”

You had a feeling this question was coming. “I went to- to the bathroom...”

“For 30 minutes? And you just happened to show up when Jungkook did...” Jennie gave you a look, knowing she’s was one of your best friends and could see right through you.

"There's nothing going on. You know Jungkook isn’t my type.”

“Are you sure?” Nayeon added.

“Yes, I’m sure.”

“I saw you were pretty friendly with Jimin too, you must have something going on with one of them. Jungkook was eyeing out since yesterday, and you two do some pretty major flirting.”

You wanted to gag. “Flirting? When are you people gonna learn that fighting with someone isn’t flirting, it’s fighting? We can’t talk to each other without fighting, I don’t like him. So drop it, okay?”

“If you say so...” They got out the car and you felt like you were just hanged up on. So what if you were with Jungkook for a little bit, they didn’t mean anything. That’s what you tried to tell yourself at least. But Jungkook was known for things and you didn’t want to be associated with that

...but when you see his face when he smiles, the mere fact that someone like him had you coming back to him—you swear it has to be illegal.

#jungkook smut #Jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #jungkook #jungkook scenarios #Bts #bts smut #bts angst #bts fluff #bts fanfic #bts summer au #Bts summer fling #summer fling au #b I legit fell asleep when I was supposed to post this #i woke #up so disappointed #i hope this makes sense #bc this is long

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godsofmonster · 7 years

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Summer Boy ≽ III.

jungkook x reader- Summer au

Genre- Smut plot!

Word Count- 7,300

≽ Links to previous chapters can be found on my masterlist in my bio because Tumblr sucks now! You can also click on the ‘Summer Boy’ tag!

Hey, there summer boy. I’m a busy girl who doesn’t have too much time for fun. Maybe just for this time, I’ll be yours and you’ll be mine. Don’ t be sad when the sun comes up and you wake up to find me not around, I had to go. But you promised to pay me back for last night and we still have all summer after all.

“Was he big?”

I brushed through my tangled hair, my comb getting caught in the knots. I watched Bitsy through the mirror of my vanity. She was sitting crossed legged on my bed, eyes wide with curiosity.

“Let the poor girl breathe Bitsy,” Coco said stepping out of the bathroom. She had a towel over her head, drying off her wet hair.

“I can’t! I knew they were fucking but no one believed me.” I tried to hold in my laugh but I couldn’t once Coco started laughing. I couldn’t keep the secret from them forever; especially, not after I came home with melted ice cream and visible hickeys. Bitsy shouted in victory after my confession and would not stop asking me questions about it all. “Did he last long?”

Coco threw one of my bed pillows at her face, shutting her up. We were all getting ready to go next door. Like Jungkook had said, Jimin and Hobi had come by the house, shortly after me, to invite us over. Convincing us mainly because they swore Jin was the best cook and we simply could not live life without tasting his food.

“Okay, I have this one? What do you think?” Mina walked in, holding up a blouse she brought from her room. We all turned to look at it, it was a mixture of light blues and rosy pinks.

“Isn’t it too thin? Your nips are gonna show through.” I asked looking over at Bitsy. We were trying to find her something to wear because she wanted to look good since it was obvious to everyone that the invitation was for her and Jimin.

“You say it like it’s a bad thing (Y/n).” Bitsy joked, extending her hands out for Mina to toss her the shirt.

We all started getting ready once we had our clothes sorted out. We took turns and fought over hair products. It wasn’t anything big to which he had to get all dressed up but they had caught us off guard yesterday; looking tired from the road and dressed like street walkers. I took the chance to do some light makeup, not wanting to make it too obvious that I was wearing any. Only wearing some basic black denim jeans, a white v neck, and my thin green bomber jacket. There was music blasting throughout the whole house as we finished up getting ready. Almost two hours later, everyone was done and ready to go.

“Should we go in through the front or back door?” Emi asked and she slipped on her shoes. We all stood in the hall giving glances at each other.

“Well, their living room is in the front of the house. I guess we should go through there.” I said adjusting my thin jacket and checked myself in the mirror one more time.

“Oh? So you’ve been in the house already (Y/n)?” Emi gasped playfully. I chose to ignore the comment, cursing myself for letting that slip. They had told us to come by around 7 and we showed up just twenty minutes after.

“Hey, girls! Come on in.” Hobi smiled brightly as he stood back, letting us through the front door. As I walked in, the first thing I smelled was food. My stomach growled instantly, making me remember, that I hadn’t eaten since the morning. Hoseok heard the obnoxious noise and laughed, patting my shoulder as he passed me. “The food should be ready soon.”

Jimin, Taehyung, Hobi and Yoongi were in the living room; keeping us company. While Jin and Namjoon were in the kitchen setting everything up for dinner. I seamlessly tried to spot Jungkook from my spot on the couch. I could not see him or hear him in the kitchen with the others.

“He’s still getting dressed.” I turned my head to Yoongi, who was sitting closest to me. He was scrolling through his phone like he had been doing the whole ten minutes. I stared at him, wondering if I should respond. My cheeks were heating up, slightly embarrassed that I made it obvious. Before I could think to play it cool, the door beside the couch opened and out walk Jungkook. He stepped out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. His entire upper half exposed and dripping in warm water from his shower. We all turned to look at him as he acted surprised to see us here ‘so soon’.

“My bad. I just took a quick shower.” He said deciding to not look in my direction. The rest of the girls were very obviously starstruck by his body form but that wasn’t his intention. He was very proudly showing off the bites and scratches I had left on his chest to both of our friends. My face deeply flushed from embarrassment and anger. He was such a little twat. Everyone turn to look at me, with mouths slightly hung open. I bit my lip and looked down at my phone, praying for the food to be ready soon. “Food smells good,” Jungkook said, strolling off happily into his room.

Before anyone could think to question me about anything; Jin came into the room to invite us all to the table. Everyone took their seats, leaving the seat across from me empty, where Jungkook would sit once he was dressed. We began to eat quietly without him, making small talk amongst ourselves. Jin, being the cook, sat that the head of the table and watched all of us serve the food he had prepared. He seemed very excited and confident for us to taste his food for the first time, he made sure that we tried a little bit of everything. It was delicious obviously, I expected nothing but the best from Jin since walking in through the front door and smelling the food. Jin began telling us about his culinary classes and how he had begun cooking from his mother. In the middle of his story, Jungkook walked out of his room dressed in a plain white t-shirt and black jeans basically, looking fine as hell. Everyone, including me, had stopped listening to Jin for a second just to watch his casually sit down in front of me.

“So there I was, waiting for the man to give me my order of chicken wings,” Namjoon said with his mouth full. He was trying to speak and chew at the same time without making a mess. “The guy finally comes out with my order and hands it to me. Do you know what he said to me?”

“My god, Namjoon it was three years ago!” Yoongi groaned shaking his head. Namjoon shushed him and continued dramatically with his story.

“Both of our hands on the bucket of chicken, eyes locked and he said; ‘Arigatō’ !?” He yelled, tossing his hands in the air before pouting his lips. Jin rolled his eyes and Yoongi shook his head once more.

“It’s true! I was there and saw the whole thing!” Hobi yelled from across the table, backing up Namjoon’s story.

“I mean, we don't’ even look Japanese!” I could hear Bitsy giggling next to me and I quickly elbowed her. I know she was only laughing because Namjoon was such a passionate speaker with a lot of hand movements but still.

“Well, that was ignorant,” Mina said patting Namjoon’s back since he had gotten himself all worked up with the story telling.

“Some people just think they know it all.” I shrugged after swallowing my food. A quiet chuckle was heard throughout the table. It was uncalled for and everyone glanced at Jungkook; who had not said a word the entire time. “What?” I asked him directly.

I was legitimately confused on why he was laughing as we all seemed to be. He looked up me, making eye contact for the first time throughout the night. Immediately I recognized the look in his eyes, that cocky, arrogant look he wore when he used his smart mouth.

“Nothing,” He smirked looking down at his food. He paused as if he was debating on if he should say what was on his mind. “It’s just funny hearing that from you.”

Everyone stopped moving, stopped chewing, probably stopped breathing, and I was pissed. Joking or not he should know that saying in front of everyone else would not be a smart move. We weren’t in a bedroom behind closed doors, this wasn’t cute and I wasn’t having it.

“What is that supposed to mean?” I said putting my fork down on the plate. I didn’t take my eyes off of him but he ate normally.

“Exactly what it sounds like (Y/n).” He shrugged looking down at his phone. I decided for the sake of Jin and his hard work that went into making this dinner, I would bite my tongue and let Jungkook’s comment slide. After the awkwardness had passed, Coco had started talking about some random thing. Though I could not get over Jungkook’s unusually behavior. While eating I felt my phone vibrated in my pocket, I would have ignored it but for some reason, I didn’t. I pulled it out of my pocket, keeping it low on my lap so no one would notice. A message from an unsaved number that I didn’t recognize.

: Play along with the argument so we can get out of here.

I looked up to his Jungkook’s eyes on me. He nodded his head gently, confirming that this was him texting me. How he got my number out of nowhere, I have no idea but his plan was clear.

: You storm out and go home alone. I’ll go lock myself in my room after you leave.

“So I then realized that I had left my bag on the bus,” Jimin said making everyone laugh. I left my phone on my lap just in case Jungkook needed to tell me anything else.

“He was running around saying, ‘Lost my bag! Lost my bag!’.” Yoongi laughed; clapping his hands hysterically.

“We kept losing things on that trip, now that I think about it,” Namjoon said taking a sip of his water.

“I know. We even lost Taehyung!” Hobi yelled, standing up at the table dramatically.

“Hey! I chose to be lost.” Taehyung explained. “It’s a beautiful thing being lost in a foreign country.”

Then they began to argue with Taehyung about his crazy sense of adventure. How many times he had gone off on his own without telling anyone anything. Most of us were finished eating by this time and some of us were even going for a second plate. I decided to grab just a bit more for the sake of staying at the table longer. Jungkook was eating rather slow, he still had a plate full and Yoongi next to him seemed to notice. Yoongi leaned in whispering something under his breath but Jungkook only nodded in response.

“The point of the story is: When someone tells you to ‘get lost’; you might actually want to try it because it’s wonderful.” Taehyung finally said, stopping everyone from arguing. The boys agreed to disagree and called it a day for that conversation. But I had something else in mind.

“It’s surprising that Jungkook didn’t lose anything.” Everyone turned to look at me. “I mean, being the youngest, I could imagine you guys had to baby him the entire trip.” Taehyung and Jimin both began to laugh, looking over to Jungkook for a response.

“I’m not a baby (Y/n). You of all people should know that.” He challenged, placing his hands down from the plate. I took my elbows off the table and shrugged.

“I don’t know. From what I’ve seen there some parts of you that still need growing.” I heard Hobi choke on his drink at my words. That could have been a low blow from my side but it was the only response I could think of. Jungkook laughed looking away from me, obviously stung by my comment. He caught sight of everyone staring at him and he ran his tongue over his teeth.

“I sure didn’t hear this complaining last night.” I wanted to laugh at everyone’s reaction, it was priceless, but I needed to maintain the image of us actually fighting.

“Well, you probably couldn’t hear me from all the noise you were making.” Even Yoongi, who wasn’t easily entertained had to bite his lip to keep him from laughing.

“Okay, okay,” Namjoon said before Jungkook could respond. “That’s enough you two.” While Namjoon was giving his reasons for not going back and forth, my phone lit up from a text.

: Chill, will ya? You’re roasting me.

“We should all keep personal matters off the table. We all just came to have a good time, right?” Jungkook completely ignored Namjoo’s words of wisdom and continued with the plan.

“It would be easier to do that if (Y/n) wasn’t such a drama queen about everything.” Jungkook really just wanted to get off the topic of sex. That was such a random insult but I had to go along with it.

“Oh! I’m the drama queen?” I said sitting up in my chair. “Jungkook you are literally a 6-year-old in a 19-year-old’s body.”

“Well, I rather be that, than be a priss who thinks she better than everyone around her.” Ouch. Okay, I had that one coming, I guess.

“Don’t call me a priss because I know my worth and it’s not anything you can afford!” We might have been fake fighting but my voice was driven by actually rage and adrenaline rush.

“Trust me (Y/n), it’s not a price difficult to get for free.” Even I was taken back by the comment. His own tone was very believable if I hadn’t known any different. I heard a few gasps around the table but I didn’t see who because my eyes were locked on him.

“Are you implying that I’m easy?” I was actually shaking from anger. The heat of arguing was taking over my body and there was no way anyone would think this was fake. “You know what!?” I finally said, tossing the napkin I just used to whip my mouth with. “I’m going home.”

“No, come on (Y/n). He didn’t mean it like that.” Namjoon said looking over to Jungkook for him to apologize. He continued to stuff his mouth with food as I scooted my chair and stood up looking at him. He looked up at me, meeting my eyes and chewed his food waiting for me to leave. I rolled my eyes and grabbed my jacket from the back of the chair.

“We should go too…” Emi said looking at the other girls. They all nodded and Bitsy gave Jimin an apologetic look.

“No,” I said placing my hand on her shoulder. “ I want to be alone.” I thanked Jin for having me and for the food before I made my way out the door. I stepped outside, the temperature had gotten cooler and the jacket felt just right around me. My phone vibrated in my pocket and I unlocked it to look at the text.

: Keep your window unlocked, and I’ll be there in 15 minutes.

A stupid smirk tugged at my lips, and I bit my thumb to hide it before I ran back home. I opened the front door and quickly kicked my shoes off and pushed them aside. I walked to my room and into the bathroom, where I grabbed the flower-scented lotion, Coco left in there and applied it to the exposed parts of my skin. I cleaned up some of my runny makeup and added lip balm to my tinted lips. I brushed my teeth once again like I had before leaving. Finished up by ruffling my hair in the mirror for some volume and pushed up my breasts in my bra, also for some volume. Once I thought I looked okay, I walked out to realize my room was a fucking mess from all of us getting ready in here. I threw some makeup products into random drawers and the scattered clothes on my bed into the bin in the corner. I made sure the window was unlocked and cracked it open just a bit for some fresh air. I could see Jungkook’s room with its light on but I could not see any sign of him. I took that as a chance to keep fixing things up before he came at my window. I light one of my scented candles to freshen up the room a bit before I turned to my drawer. I peeked under my shirt and took a look at the bra I had on, wondering if I should change out of it. I dug through the drawer and came across one of my favorite pair of panties. They were a light color of gray with a darker shade laced around it, that would match perfectly with the dark bra I had on already.

“Are those for me baby?” Startled I snapped my head towards the window, where Jungkook stood outside of and looked in. I placed my underwear back in the drawer and shut it while he pushed the window up wide. I watched as he pushed himself up and climbed through it effortlessly. I sucked in some air as his biceps flexed with strength and felt myself grow eager already to have those arms around me. Jungkook pushed his hair aside and stood tall with a smirk on his face. He walked closer, giving me no time to react to his hold. His hands grabbed my waist and he pulled me close. I could smell his hair from its wash earlier in the night. “Getting ready for me, huh?” He smiled and bit his lip at me. He brushed his nose against my cheek, surely smelling the lotion I applied.

“Just wanted to make a good impression, is all,” I whispered before pressing my lips against his. I hooked my arm around his neck as he pressed me into his body. His hand moved down to cup my ass from my core.

“Fuck… you’re so hot when you’re angry.” He groaned pulling away for a moment. His eyes were black and lips blushed red, he looked so fuckable. I pulled him back down by his collar, tasting his lips on my tongue. I led him backward to the bed, stumbling on his own feet he fell back onto it. I took the moment to peel my top off and unbutton my jeans. Jungkook’s eyes locked on my chest as he dragged me onto his thighs. With my legs on either side of him; he pulled my waist close to his, and ran his hands tenderly over my skin. He gripped my waist tightly, pushing me down beside him flat on my back. I yelped a small breath at the fall and he was quick to began to remove my jeans. They were tight and he had to slowly pull them off. Taking them off my foot he let his hands caress back up my leg; along with his eyes eating up my figure. I sat up and met him with my mouth, pulling him to hover over me. He kissed down my lips to the hot spots of my neck. My hands were tightly holding and pulling on the thin material of his shirt. The skin underneath was shaped by muscle but also soft and tempting. I had him remove his shirt, showing to me his body that shivered under my hands.

“Fuck me Jungkook.” I groaned softly taking him by surprise. I didn’t admit that the fake arguing we did had me wet the whole dinner. Watching how his lips talked back to me when he had been eating me out with that same mouth only hours before. It was frustrating in an insanely hot annoying kind of way. He was sucking on the skin of my covered breasts, while his hand cupped my heat through my soaked panties. My belly was tensed but he mouth eased me into his hand; soon my hips following their urge for him. My body seemed much more lust driven than usual. I wanted him already and couldn’t find it in me to wait. He reached back up to my lips; his lips were wet by saliva while I ran my tongue over his mouth. My hand fell down to his torso, hooking my fingers under the waistband of his jeans and boxers. I pulled his hips closer to mine, the rough material of his jeans brushed against my laced underwear. He groaned a chuckle, glancing my way under his dark lashes.

“All right then…” Jungkook leaned up and began to unbuckle his belt. He started me straight in the eyes, the look making the blood in my body rush. I squirmed in his gaze and he noticed, his eyes trailed down to my thighs that were shut tightly and trembled on the bed. “Come here, kitten.”

The name made violent goosebumps form all around my body. He hooked his arm around my waist and pulled me off the bed slightly; with the other hand he yanked off my panties. I had my hands on his shoulders with nowhere else to hold him from. He rolled his hard crotch onto my folds teasingly. My bra pressed against his chest, our hips grinding into the mattress. I struggled to keep my eyes shut at the pressure he was rubbing into my naked clit. I was feeling him under his boxers, feeling how my drenched pussy slid on his cock.

“You want it, right?” Jungkook asked while he nibbled on my neck. I whimpered and gave a weak nod, letting my head hang back, with my eyes shut. He suddenly bit down on my neck hard and dropped me back onto the bed. I looked up at him as I had lost contact with his crotch. “Answer me.”

“Y-yes.” I gulped a dry lump in my throat, thirsting for more. His voice was controlling and relentless when he spoke. Jungkook seemed pleased with my answer and moved to pushed down the remainder of his clothes. His erection slapped against his lower abdomen; my clit throbbed at the sight of it. He didn’t hesitate to grab his length in his fist, tugged at it as he spoke.

“Get on all fours.” I let go of him all at once to do as he said. “And take that bra off too.”

Tossing the bra to the floor, I positioned myself as he told me. On my hands and knees facing away from Jungkook and my body on display for him. His hands gently touched the side of my thigh, moving up and following the curves of my ass to the dip of my back. It was a simple touch that drove me insane, it was hungry but still without rush. He added a bit of pressure to my lower back, making me arch it down to raise my bottom to where he wanted it. I could feel my folds spread open, soaked and hot, the more I leaned down. Jungkook groaned to himself as he kept running his hands over my ass.

“What was it you said at dinner?” He teased. He moved onto his knees and was right behind me now. I could feel him there as he fondled my ass cheeks. “Remind me, will you (Y/n)?”

“Jungkook please-” I shut my mouth by his hand coming down on one of my cheeks; not hard but enough to cut me off and listen to him.

“No.” He rubbed my skin under his palm as if to apologize. “That pretty mouth should watch what comes out of it.” His other hand ran down my inner thigh, so closer to my core he could surely feel the heat radiating from it. The taunting action made me throw my ass back, hoping to get him to touch me. All I earned was another smack to the same cheek. “You listening, (Y/n)?”

“Yes! Yes, I’m sorry.” He couldn’t even keep his serious voice on, he chuckled at my anguished body. His cold hands suddenly touched my burning core, causing me to squeal at the feeling. He had two fingers from the dripping point of my entrance to my swollen clit, adding hard pressure the entire way down.

“All that fighting must have turned you on, huh?” I bit on my lip after taking in a shaky breath, he slipped two of his fingers inside of me. “You’re practically dripping already.”

Just as quick as they went in, he pulled them out and replaced them with something much better and bigger. He was leaned over my back, holding my hips steady, as I struggled to keep myself up. Jungkook eased in, taking time in stretching me out with each thrust, before picking up a pace. There was always a bit quick pause when he was all the way in, feeling my walls wrapped around him perfectly. He was lighting my insides on fire, with the way his cock pulsed already so hard in me. Small moans were trapped in my mouth and I grabbed onto to anything near me.

Covered in my arousal, Jungkook’s hunger took over and he slammed his hips into me. A yelp left my mouth while his hands gripped my waist tightly. He pulled me back onto his cock with each thrust making it that much harder. My heart began to pound like his hips into me. My eyes shut, imagining how good he must look fucking me from behind Mouth shut tight and eyes blown into darkness in a lust driven state, and every muscle in his body working and sweating. His fingers were digging into my skin while my nails were on the brink of tearing the pillow. I wanted to turn, to look at his face plastered with pleasure but I could barely support it myself.

“Oh fuck! Jungkook…” He was hitting spots so deep within me that I couldn’t even see right. I could feel myself drip onto my thigh every time he pulled out. Jungkook grunted and slowed his pace when I moved down from my hands to my forearms. My walls throbbed around him and I leaned my head against my supporting pillow. Jungkook shoved himself inside me roughly, leaning in close to me. His hand cupped my jaw and brought my face upwards,

“Head up, baby girl.” He held onto my jaw and left sloppy kisses along my cheek. I whined as he continued to deeply thrust, my legs were weak and shaking to give out any moment. Jungkook held my waist once again and leaned his arm against the headboard.

“There! Fuck, right there.” He was pushing himself from a higher angle, hitting my g spot repeatedly. The bed was making a loud thumping sound against the wall, and his skin was slapping on my mine. His hips pounding into me without rest, his cock was fucking my walls raw. My abdomen was contracting from the please that tingled through my blood rushing veins. My soft moans turned into harsh cries and I gripped his arm around my waist. I just wanted to keep his hands on me as he drove me into pleasure and beyond bliss. My climax was starting to build in the deepest parts of me while he started to slow back down. His breath was at its extreme, slowly guiding his cock in and out of me, trying to maintain himself from coming anytime soon.

“Fuck…” He both groaned and cursed as he pulled himself completely out of me. I sighed and whined for the loss of connection. I was going to recover enough for me to ask if he was alright but he didn’t give me a chance. He grabbed my arm and hip to push over onto my back; finally letting my body resting in the comfort of the mattress. I could look at him now, he was hot and bothered as I imagined. His hair was sticking to his forehead from the sweat and parts of his skin were flushed pink. Jungkook was regaining his strength, leaning down to kiss me on the lips. Even out of breath I managed to kiss him back, his hand cupped my breast and tugged lightly at my harden nipple. He moved his head down, taking it into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. I ran my hand through his locks of hair, pushing them away from his forehead but still holding him close. I hummed at the sensation of his teeth softly grazing at the sensitive skin. My body squirming under his weight and at the empty feeling in my insides. He ran his hand down my side and looked up at me from underneath his lashes. A look like that could kill.

Jungkook removed himself from my chest, the air hitting my wet skin made my nipple ache from its harden form. He bit his lip down at me as I raised my knee to his waist, hoping to bring his attention back to my needy core. He grabbed the back of my knee in each hand, dragging me down closer to him, my ass his thighs and he began to scoot off the bed. I tried not to giggle as he brought me to the edge of the bed and kneeled down onto the floor. I leaned up on my elbows to get a better view of him, he watched me but his eyes were glued to my folds as soon as he spread my legs.

“So pink and tight…” He used his thumb to spread my lips wide, scraping past my clit and making me jump. His eyes flickered up to me and a smirk appeared on his lips as he dampened them with his tongue. He leaned in closer, blowing cool air at the heated area and watched me squirm under him. Jungkook chuckled lowly under his breath, thumbing my clit and watching the effect it had on me. There was barely any pressure but the light touch was sending small shocks through my lower half. My hips pushed into the mattress and locked still to keep from moving. It was a small heating sensation when he quickened his pace, I leaned my head back and shut my eyes to take in the sensitivity.

My mouth shot open when he let go of my folds and ran his tongue over them, so close but not closer enough to where I wanted to feel him the most. My thighs shook as he dug his tongue at my clit harshly; he was flicking at it with the tip of his tongue before wrapping his mouth around it. My hips bucked into his pretty face and the slurping sounds he was ringing in my ears. He was holding onto my ankle, that hung off the bed; while my other foot was digging into his shoulder.

“Ah! Fuck…” I watched how it tongue stuck out of his pink lips, how he moved his jaw to create an amazing speed. He ran his mouth lower and began to lap at the juices that flowed from my entrance. I shut my mouth and whimpered, he placed his hand on my thigh moved closer.

“So good…” Jungkook hummed. Bring his hands up to my tight entrance, he pushed one in and continued to suck at my skin. I had to sit up; I had to take in such a perfect view. I pushed his hair out of the way, gripping it tightly at the top of his head. He rubbed his mouth into my heat while that single finger gave me something to clenched around. He groaned at my grasping walls, knowing very well that I could take much more. Without warning, Jungkook pushed in two other fingers, stretching me out far more so suddenly. I pulled at his hair as he ruthlessly pumped them in; giving no time to adjust to the change. My chest was rising excessively while my stomach tensed and twitched every time his fingers disappeared in me. He sucked and pulled at my clit, completely determined to push me over the edge. His longest finger kept brushing against my sweet stop and the next time going in, I rolled my hips and he hit it dead on. I pushed his face into my pussy when he tried to lift his head up to look at me. I could feel him smirk on me but I felt too good to care. I couldn’t keep my body still from all of the hot blood running through my body. My hips were bucking at the perfect pace to feel him the best, we created this rhythm that was driving me to my climax. The heat was building up in my core, making my breath shorten, and muscles tense.

“That’s it, baby.” My nails dug into his scalp and I trembled over him. A loud, breathless scream left my mouth as the pleasure convulsed through my body. Falling back onto the mattress, my leg locked over his head while he kept pumping his fingers through my orgasm.

“Jungkook…” My legs quivered as I moved them away from him, but he was running his tongue over me. I barely had any strength to move away from him. I tried to push his head away as the over-stimulation was starting to hurt. Cries left my mouth and my body was twitching as I yanked at his hair.

He came up with a big smile plastered on his face. He crawled up to kiss me before I had the chance to scold him on his overplay. Is lips tasted like a sweet combination of the both of us, that I couldn't’ help but enjoy his mouth on mine.

“I could eat you out all night.” All was forgiven since his words had made me blushed; he smiled wide and child-like at my embarrassment. I shied away from his face as he kissed my cheek and stroked my back. He grabbed a hold of me and pushed me up the bed once more. “Lay on your side.”

Jungkook laid right behind me as if we were going to spoon for the night. I turned my head to meet his and he leaned in to lock his lips with mine. His cock was resting behind my thighs and he ran his hand up to lift my leg up. I kept it up, bent at the knee as he took a hold of his cock and ran it between my soaked folds. His hot breath tickled my neck as he groaned, I reached down and ran my hand over his drenched cock, guiding him to my wet cunt. My head rested over his shoulder, his mouth was brushing against my cheek. The head of his dick pushed through my entrance, slowly feeling the stretched all the way into my stomach. He wrapped his arm around my waist, shoving his chest into my back and ass against his crotch. His grip was strong as he began to push in and out of me; I held onto his arm and leaned my head back. The position was amazing it made my back arch like a cat, and I couldn’t stop, my spot he was hitting it. He was thrusting hard and slow, deep thrusts that scratched at my next orgasm. His cock was painfully hard, I could feel it twitch every time my walls pulsed around it.

“Fuck baby…” Jungkook choked on his grunt. His hand ran over my skin, making it way up to my breasts that were bouncing to his hips. “You’re so goddamn tight.”

My breathing was heavy and so was his against my ear. I reached up to grab his face wanting to look at him. I sometimes forgot just how handsome he was, with his bottom lip between his teeth, revealing the tiny mole he had there. His perfect brows and eyes were creased in concentration and pure bliss. I cupped his cheek and his eyes opened at my touch. It was a strange moment where we stared into each others eyes, something we hadn’t really done before. There were lust and desire but I was afraid to see anything else but that. I was afraid to feel anything else.

“Make me come, please.” He leaned in and kissed my lips. His lips felt hot and soft, it was barely a kiss with all the tongue and groaning involved. “Are you close?”

“Too close.” He laughed breathlessly. He jerked his hips into me faster; a constant scream fell from my mouth and caused me to scratched at his arm. His hot cock created a burning feeling in my center that was spreading through my veins. I felt my head grow lighter with every thrust he gave. I felt the need to stay close to him and hold on or I would fade away. His balls were slapping against his own skin and the sound echoed in my head. His hand left my breast and ran down to my throbbing clit. The second his cold fingers made contact with it I began to cry, with the added pleasure was just overwhelmingly painful. His name was leaving my mouth like broken ballad and my name never sounded so good in anyone’s mouth.

His hips were hitting hard against my ass and words began to choke in my mouth. I was no longer able to produce words but merely sounds of satisfaction. He rubbed my clit back and forth as fast as his wrist would let him, making my legs squirm and shut around his hand. He grunted as it made my pussy tighter on his dick and he begged me to keep my legs like that. His fingers rubbed my skin to the bone as he desperately fucked me. His mouth was struggling to kiss my neck but still managed to leave love bites on it. I felt myself coming with a pathetic scream of his name. My mind was blank like a white room and I could only hear the irregular rhythmic beating of my heart. Feeling my chest jerk and legs shake to my curled toes while he took me through it. My legs were clamped shut and I felt my entire cunt pulse as he quickly pulled out. He groaned loudly, I could only hear him pumping his wet cock behind me. I had just enough strength to turn and watch his beautiful face contour when he came all over my ass. The sight of his abs tensing up and his dick dripping from in his come and mine made me moan loudly. He pumped himself slowly, milking every last drop he had to offer while his other hand was still between my legs.

“Holy fuck…” Jungkook sighed, not daring to move an inch until he recollected himself. A smile spread across my lips at how good he looked after coming. I turned away from him so that he wouldn’t see and pulled the nearest pillow for me to cuddle with.

After a moment or two, I saw Jungkook arm reach up to grab a towel that was hanging over the headboard. He asked if he could his use it and I just hummed to grant him permission since I was too comfortable to care. Seconds later I felt the fluffy towel wipe over my butt, taking off any residue of him.

“Have I told you how great of an ass you have (Y/n)?” I turned over to look at him and found him kneeling over my ass with a smile on his face. I tried not to smile back but it came out as a smug either way.

“Shut up.” I giggled playfully. He tossed the dirty towel into the corner for me to pick up later and he moved over me to the edge of the bed. I watched grab his boxers and sliding them on.

“I’m sorry.” My eyes switched to him as he just sat facing away from. He sounded a bit upset and embarrassed from what I could tell.

“For what?” I asked confused. I turned up to get a better look at him since he turned to look my way.

“What I said to you at dinner; I didn’t mean any of that.” His apology was sincere. It made my heart ache and made it hard to believe this was the same guy who just fucked me into the mattress.

“Jungkook I know that.” I smiled and shrugged. It was obvious, though cocky, Jungkook wasn’t the type of guy to disrespect and contempt women. He knew I hadn’t taken any of it to offense but his conscious couldn’t drop it without my reassurance.

“Mind If I use your bathroom?” He asked after nodding and standing up. He signaled to the door by my bed, while he adjusted his junk in his underwear. I simply nodded and sat up to walk over to my drawer to find new underwear for myself.

“Oh wait.” I suddenly said, making Jungkook turn back from the door to look at me. “I forgot that bathroom doesn’t work. You can use the one across the hall.”

I said leaning across the dresser, reaching down to slip on my girl boxers. He shook his head and walked out of the room to the other bathroom. I quickly moved to grab his clothes off the floor and loosely fold them into a pile outside of the door. I shut the door to my room quietly and clicked the lock; before putting on a gray tank top and walking over to my bathroom. I turned on the lights and stepped in front of the mirror; moving my hair to the side to look at the marks bruising my skin. I grabbed a scrunchy and threw my hair into a messy bun to keep it from sticking to my sweaty neck. The past events played through my head over and over again, not knowing what I got from dreaming about them. What I won from questioning myself on what this was leading to. I liked Jungkook; I liked him too much for my own good. For the moment the attraction was all physical and that’s how I wanted it to stay. I just hoped he wanted the same. I heard my door knob jiggle as he tried to get into the room.

I know he could hear me step to the door because he let go of the knob once I stood in front of it. I leaned my shoulder against the white door and laid my head against it.

“Oh come on, (Y/n).” Jungkook chuckled. I heard a thud against the door, which could have been his hand resting against the other side.“ I mean, I know you like it rough but isn’t this a little mean?”

I smiled at hearing his laugh, knowing he didn’t mind my rejection all that much. I didn’t want to make him feel bad since it wasn’t anything personal; just a matter of safe precaution from my part. He waited for a moment seeing if I would say anything in response. “I’ve never met a girl who doesn’t like to spooning after sex…”

“I prefer just the forking.” He laughed again, sweetly, but I could hear a bit of disappointment in his voice. There was a small sigh leaving his lips before a much louder thump hit the door, which could only be his back. “Hey…”

“Yeah?” He mumbled faintly, a bit of hope lingered in his voice.

“How did you get my phone number?” I asked with full interest for the mystery.

“I’ll tell you if you let me in.” He promised. I could hear the smile in his words, just imagining his bunny teeth showing through his rosy lips. I chose not to respond when he already knew the answer. There was a bit of guilt that I tried to chew off my lip during the silence between the door. “Have a good night, (Y/n).”

“Night, Jungkook.”

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pairing - inexperienced!Taehyung x Reader genre - friends to more!AU, best friends!AU, High School!AU, smut kinda warnings/tags - math assignments being cussed out, nervous taehyung, experimental kissing, taehyung w blue hair, tongue kissing, hot makeouts, boy next door au, spilling chocolate milk, blue balling taehyung, yoonmin mention, scream movie references summary - Jungkook has Taehyung all worked up over a party with girls, and he claims he can’t kiss to save his life. He asks you to help teach him, and who are you to say no?

“Fuck,” You groan, rolling your eyes. “Fuck this math assignment, fuck junior year, I’m done Tae!” This was seriously giving you a headache, slamming your MacBook closed. Google wasn’t helping and neither was your textbook so you push that away too, falling back on your bed with a groan.

Taehyung laughs, shutting his textbook as well before getting up from his spot on your floor and shoving his books on top of yours before falling next to you on the bed. “You say that for every piece of homework you get, then you end up finishing it before you go to bed anyways, I know you Y/N.” You guys both laugh, giving him a slight punch on the arm before you sigh.

He’s right. You guys have known each other ever since Taehyung spilled chocolate milk all over you in the fourth grade, he was your best friend ever since. He was new then, so you showed him the ropes of the town and became inseparable, being so lucky that he had moved in right next door. You helped him sneak out of his house for the first time, dragged him to a party that later had you both running down the street in the rain, and pushed him to go talk to his first girlfriend. You’d do anything for him, and you felt comfort knowing he would do the same.

“Shut up,” you finally retaliate throwing your arms over your eyes. “You ready for your ‘guys night’ with Kook and the boys?” It was his turn to groan, and you laugh. He hated parties with a passion, and you would never understand why. He was attractive, funny, and he was amazing at singing. He should be happy to go to them, the girls flock like birds anyways.

“You know Jeon.. He’s trying to set me up with some girl from a different school, but god I’d rather cut off my own tongue than go. I just, I get so awkward and I don’t know how to act, or have fun and it’s girl repellent.” He whines, holding your stuffed bear into his chest. You get up and lena on your elbows, throwing him a look, as if to ask if he was really serious. “Like, It’s easier when you’re there. You just break the ice and you get everyone laughing.”

“First of all, Idiot, the girls literally drool over you so you’re obviously blind. Second, I just go with the flow, Tae. I would go with you but I want to ace that anatomy exam Monday, and you know how much I want to get a higher score than Namjoon.” You and Him were friends but he always got a higher score than you by one, and you were determined to beat him. “Anyways, Kook lights up the room with his boyish charm, you sure you need me to go with?” He’s nodding his head, eyes screwed shut.

“You’re my last hope. I mean, Jimin is going but he’s useless once Yoongi gets there.”

“Right. They love making out in front of the entire party,” That makes his spirits raise as he laughs, opening his eyes. “Well, who’s house is it at? I assume not Jungkook’s since he wants his wingman with him.” Jungkook had it easier at the home court.

“It’s at Jin’s, which I know you’re pleased about.”

“Of course I’m pleased! His mom always carries like seven flavors of Vodka.. fine, I’m in but you better give me the answers to that math assignment.” He laughs, nodding in agreement before your mom calls you down for dinner. Taehyung usually ate over, his mom a business woman who always worked late so it was just natural you guys reserved a spot for him is he wanted it. Finally, stomach full of pasta, you guys waddle back up to your room and you’re about to put on Netflix before you pause. Taehyung is sitting on your bed, at the edge playing with his fingernails and you suspect somethings up. He’s usually sprawled out over your covers without his socks on by now, and god you hated feet.

“Everything okay?” He groans as a response, cheeks heating up and you take your place next to him, eyes full of concern. “C’mon, I said I’ll go with you, the party won’t be that bad!” He shakes his head, crossing his arms in a feeble attempt to hug himself.

“it’s just.. okay if you laugh at me after I ask this, I’m going to shove my foot in your face.” That had your attention quickly as you nodded, horrified. “The reason I’m scared is because Jungkook wants me to, like, make out with a girl or hook up with one but.. truth is I’ve never kissed one.” Your eyes stay wide in pure and utter shock. Like you previously stated, he wasn’t ugly and his lips were more than soft. You were hoping he’d say ‘gotcha!’ like he was kidding, but after moment of you waiting to hear the punch line, you finally speak.

“So let me get this straight.. Kim Taehyung, modest ladies man who doesn’t hype himself up even if the girls are literally on his dick, has never kissed someone?” He laughs at your long sentence before shaking his head, visibly nervous. “You do need my help.. You need someone to mack on? I’m sure Alex would do it, you know she’s had the hots for you ever sin—“

“Actually no, that’s the thing. I was hoping.. you’re one of the few people I trust. I was hoping you could help me?” You’re waiting for him to slap you out of a deep sleep, to tell you that you were dreaming and you had overslept for school but, fuck, it was real.

“You want to kiss me?”

“No, No! Well I mean yes but—“ he sighs, running his hands through his hair. “Can you teach me, is what I’m asking? We’ve been friends for so long, I doubt it would matter and you’ve kissed plenty of boys, right? Help me, and hell I’ll even do your math homework for you.” He’s laughing as a way to backtrack but you’re super serious. You’ve dreamed about kissing those lips. Be friends with Kim Taehyung long enough and who the hell wouldn’t? It was bound to cross your mind one way or another.

“I mean, now?” He nods. “Well, okay.. where do you want to start?” You honestly felt nervous. You’ve kissed guys sure, but it wasn’t like you were an expert or anything. Either way, you decide you should pass only our knowledge to your best friend.

“Um, I’m not really sure.. Maybe just like the basics? I know nothing,” he laughs and you nod, scooting closer to him. “Just please don’t, like bite my lip or anything.” That has you both giggling, your eyes rolling before you exhale.

“Okay. I’m just gonna kiss you, and you don’t have to kiss back at first but find a rhythm that works. Feel where I’m breathing and just pull away at anytime, alright?” He nods, eyes wide like you were about to show him the holy grail. Wasting no time, you place your hands on either side of his cheeks and lean forward just to peck his lips at first. Yep, definitely softer than you thought. You pull away to watch his face, but his eyes are shut and before you burst out laughing at how serious he is about this, you push your lips together again. You kiss him slowly at first, hoping he’d find the rhythm and work with it. Soon enough, he was kissing back and you could feel how nervous he was just by the movements of his lips. He’s basically crushing your lips, kissing with such force that you pull away with a dumb grin.

“A-am I doing it wrong? I tried to find the rhythm like you said b—“

“Oh my god, Taehyung! Relax! It’s just me… your rhythm was fine, but too forceful. Just— just relax okay? Go slow, and just move your lips okay?” He finally nods, exhaling softer now before he closes his eyes. This time you press your lips to his even softer than before, kissing him at the same pace you previously had and shortly after he was kissing you back. Considering he was taking his time, and not trying to break your front teeth in, he was good. Especially for someone who had never kissed before. You let a few moments pass, just letting him get a feel for it and you feel his actions grow stronger before you pull away smiling. “How was that?”

His eyes are hooded, a lazy grin on his face before he nods. “Way better than the first time,” he admits giggling. “I haven’t kissed anyone but, you’re not half bad. And is that all? Just that?” You smile at the compliment, glad the dim lighting of your room is hiding the color of your cheeks. You drop your hands from the side of his face into your lap, shaking your head.

“Thanks? And that was literally just the surface Tae, you wanna learn more?” He nods vigorously before spewing some bullshit about how his mom knew he was gonna be home late. (What? Thursday is movie night.) You sigh, crossing your arms with a small smile as you chew the inside of your cheek. Why the hell were you stalling? You knew damn well you were gonna keep showing him. Your parents were used to him leaving late. “Fine, but you better keep up, dollar store Casanova. The next thing you do after just learning how to kiss, are ways to deepen it.”

“Deepen it?” He repeats, unsure. You nod, scooting over closer so the knees of your crossed legs were touching his. “How?”

“Well for starters,” you say softly, putting your hands around the back of his neck so your fingers are in his blue hair which was sadly fading. You lean forward to kiss him again, tilting his head back to get longer kisses out of him, ones that were a little sloppy compared to the first one you shared. You tugged on the strands of his hair at the back of his neck, making his mouth open a little in surprise. God, you had wanted to just lick his lips with your tongue but you pushed down your own urges. Pulling away, a little out of breath, you hum. “Like that.” He nodded hungrily, eyes not even focused on yours anymore but all attention was to your lips.

“Anything else?” His voice sounded deeper, almost at a whisper and it made your head spin.

“Yeah, I mean.. you can touch me too?” That came out weirdly but you could care less. “I like it when guys bring me in closer by the waist, or they tilt my head back a little.. Even use a little tongue?” He was all focused until he heard the french kissing part, making him snap out of his prior daze. You laugh at his reaction, putting his hand on your lower back.

“T-tongue?”

“Yeah, it’s not for everyone but I guess you can’t knock it until you try it. Put your second hand wherever you feel its comfortable most while kissing me, something that makes it more intimate you know?” He’s hanging on to every word you’re saying, and he nods at your advice before leaning forward pressing your lips together again. This time it felt hungry on his end, and in a way you were glad. If he kissed anyone like this at that party, he’d take home a girl in no time. After a couple more seconds of kissing, he moves his second hand to the spot under your ear so his thumb rested on your jaw, and tilted your head back kissing you fiercely. You wrapped your arms around his neck tighter bringing him closer, and you’d be fucking lying if you said you weren’t into this. You never had showed any signs of liking him, and the fact that you wanted him so badly right now was jarring.

He pulls away, panting into your mouth as he mumbles into your lips. “Show me how to use tongue.” You’d be stupid if you waited for him to tell you twice before connecting your lips again, his hands burning against your skin. You pull away a little bit, licking up into his mouth slowly before you catch his lips again. You do it once more in hopes of imitating you and soon enough you feel his own against yours in a kiss that made your stomach twist. You hummed softly into his mouth at the feeling of his teeth pulling your bottom lip a little before kissing you again. You almost squeak at the feeling of his hands on your hips, pulling you into his lap. You want to scream at yourself.. how the fuck did you let it get this far? You didn’t care.

He smiled into the strings of the kisses, his hands staying at your waist with a fire that makes you hyper aware of his fingers digging greedily into your hips. Your chests flush, cheeks red, his hair in every direction from your hands.. if anyone saw you now, there’d be no doubt they’d think you were fucking. He obviously didn’t care either, his tongue rubbing yours which makes you moan at the feeling. You pull away to catch your breath, Taehyung catching your lips as you laugh and continue kissing him. You were addicted to say the least. Your hands on either side of his face, you deepen the kiss, tongue licking up into his again before you catch his in your lips, sucking on it gently. He moans in your mouth, making your knees weak and you suck on it a little longer before letting it go and kissing him eagerly. He pulls away this time, lips red from being kissed raw, pupils blown out and you’re smiling like a madman.

“Done with my teachings?” You breathe, trying to break the tension as you pray it won’t be awkward.

“I had no idea how much I wanted this.. wanted you.”

“Fuck you can say that again,” you laugh, making him chuckle as well. “It’s getting late, taehyung.” That’s the last thing you wanted, was for him to leave and telling by the feeling of his dick against your inner thigh, you can tell he’s feeling the same. He lets out a small whine, kissing you again before pulling away.

“I know, I know.. god you have no idea how badly I want to stay right now.” You shake your head, pushing yourself down onto his cock, making his eyes flutter shut. “I should go before I break your underwear rule.” You slap his arm playfully, before you guys regain your strength and clean up the books and papers, walking him out to the front door. You stood there awkwardly for a little before he laughs, almost about to walk down your porch.

“I’ll see you at the party then?” He asks, cheeks red. You’re leaning against the doorframe, smiling like an idiot as you bite your lip and nod.

“Yeah you will, Taehyung. Maybe I’ll teach you how to fuck, too.” That has his face exploding with color, and you’re laughing before you turn on your heel into your house only to send him a wink. “Oh, C’mon. I’m only half serious.”

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