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chickenkooks · 7 years

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two rotten apples [m] | pt. 4

credit: x.

❛❛we’re next-door neighbors and have hated each other since middle school but now we’re going to the same university how can we avoid the other person like the plague so there isn’t a crime scene— what do you mean you promised my mom you would keep an eye on me???? you fucking planned this❜❜ AU

COUNT → 31.613

GENRE → smut | angst!!!!

PAIRING → jungkook | reader

LINKS → 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | COMING SOON

RECAP | 〈 after having sex with jungkook for the first time at a frat party, the second, third, and fourth time on a family-friendly camping trip, and the fifth time in his bed of all places—you’re tired of fighting it; you're both tired of fighting it. and now you’re trying so hard to come up with one last excuse.

but you don’t have one and now you don’t even know if it’s a mistake. 〉

"You know," Jungkook began, "if you would stop being so fucking stubborn, we could be doing this all the time."

Rolling your eyes—although he couldn't see you doing so as your back was facing him—you leant over the edge of the bed to retrieve your wrinkled shirt from his messy bedroom floor. Straightening your back, you stood from the bed to pull your underwear past your hips, then paused when you felt Jungkook's fiery gaze staring holes into your spine from his relaxed spot on the bed.

You wanted that so fucking badly—or at least your body did. Being able to have sex with Jungkook whenever you wanted would be a dream come true. Just having him balls deep inside of you made you forget about everything. School had only just started and you already felt like you were going to have a mental breakdown at any point in the day. You were only a freshman but already had so much going on within the first month—research papers, mid-terms, projects.

The pressure to keep your grade-point average flawless was the worst of it all. If your grades lowered even one letter, you would lose your whole scholarship that paid for the majority of your tuition. And of course, Jungkook wouldn’t understand why since he could keep his grades pristine effortlessly. School came easy to him; acing tests without studying was one of his many talents.

Actually, he always got everything he wanted without even fucking trying.

And you always told yourself you would never be someone's fuck anything. Doing this would only be giving him another thing he wanted without even apologizing for what he did. He’d made an attempt at that but that wasn’t good enough for you—and you wondered if it ever would be. You chalked up the last thirty minutes as you simply falling victim to his sun-kissed skin, doe eyes... defined muscles... big dick... but this was the last fucking time. Maybe if he was a decent person you could stand to do it a few more times, but he wasn’t—and he never would be. And it wasn't like the two of you magically got along now either, even if you both agreed you liked nailing each other in every position.

And that's all it would be—fucking each other to pass the time.

How long would that last anyway? A few weeks? A month or two? You just had to get whatever it was out of your system—you had to get Jungkook out of your system. And you'd learned over the past few weeks that avoiding him and even hooking up with someone else didn't help, just made you want him that much more. If you two just slept together for however long, maybe it would get old after a while—and then things between you two would just fucking end.

But you knew that never worked in any kind of friends with benefits situation.

Which was definitely not what this was.

Glancing down at your bare legs, you realized you still needed to find your pants somewhere in the abomination that was Jungkook's bedroom. Just as you surveyed his floor, you kicked away his boxers at your feet with a disgusted expression—curled lip and eyebrows cast downward. There were empty beer cans everywhere, the occasional dirty sock, crumpled up pieces of notebook paper—which you assumed was graded homework—and a lot of empty peanut containers. The pale blue walls were a contrast to his black, emo bedsheets, which he had so graciously wrapped around his lower half after the two of you finished—probably because you kept staring at his junk with a pointed eyebrow.

"Do you like peanuts or something?" you asked rhetorically a few seconds later.

"I like my nuts," was his intelligent response, grinning up at you.

He balanced his palm underneath the back of his head, staring appreciatively at the curve of your ass without you noticing to punish him for it. Jungkook then maneuvered himself so he was sitting at the edge of the bed, the sheets falling into his lap. A gust of air from his fan brushed against his now bare chest as he rose to stand beside you, picking up the pair of checkered boxers you’d so gently kicked away from your feet in revulsion to cover his lower half.

"What the fuck are you thinking so hard about?" he asked, sitting back down on the edge of the bed to fall onto his back once his genitals were covered.

"I don't know, Jungkook," you said with a sigh. Unconsciously, your body followed after him and sat on the bed. "I just don't think it's a good idea."

He snorted. "And when has anything fun ever been a good idea?"

When you didn't say anything in response, he sat up. You felt the heat from his body before you even felt his fingertips brush against your skin, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps. Shivering, his palm smoothed across your shoulder, his breath cascading down your neck and cheek as he moved closer. His thumb massaged some of the skin on your neck then, admiring all the marks he'd left there. One hickey in particular was fainter than the rest, though, and so he decided to change that—planting his lips softly on the junction of your neck.

Just as his teeth pulled and tugged at your skin, your phone started to ring—faintly at first as you felt your heartbeat pound in your ears, as if everything else apart from him was just background noise and it was just the two of you.

“Is this...” Jungkook emphasized this by sliding his other hand under your loose shirt, the hard skin of his palm making contact with your nipples. “...wrong?”

You could still hear your phone ringing, even as the same hand tweaking and pulling at your nipple stopped, slipping into the front of your underwear.

“Stop, Jungkook,” you panted out, eyes closing. “I have t-to...”

“I’ll stop.” His words contrasted with his actions, however, as his middle finger dipped into your pussy, separating your lips and spreading around your wetness. “I’ll stop if you really want me to, but we both know you don’t.”

You snapped out of it as soon as you heard your phone ring for the sixth time, quickly leaping away from him to find your phone. You had no idea who it was—since it wasn't one of the personalized ringtones—but it was the slap you needed to get away from those dangerous fingers of his so you two could actually talk about this. He chuckled then, amused at the flustered state he’d put you in, and fell back onto the bed as you accepted the call out of breath.

After a moment of silence—a garbled voice from the other end of the line to Jungkook's ears—you sat back down on the edge of the bed, biting at your nails in anxiety just from listening to them speak in a professional manner.

"Yes," you slowly answered. "This is her. May I ask who's calling?"

Jungkook's eyes opened at that, looking towards you as you began to pace back and forth in his small bedroom. You nodded along, barely saying a word.

"Half an hour?" you asked, then glanced at the alarm clock on the night stand next to Jungkook's bed. "No—no, it's not a problem. I'll see you there in a half an hour." Then you nodded, as if they could see you. "Thank you so much!"

When you ended the call, you stood there idly, not believing that you'd just been called in for an interview. You’d sent in that application weeks ago.

Your mother had been pestering you about a job for weeks now—or at least about getting a work study—but she also didn’t seem to understand how all your classes required at least two hours of studying every day per class. Working part-time would just take away any free-time you had to study.

But you applied for jobs anyway just to appease her.

"Who the fuck was that?" Jungkook immediately asked, standing up and joining you at your side. He tried reading your caller ID as you still were reeling from the shock of being called in for an interview, but then you shut off your phone.

"I was called in for an interview," you mumbled, almost to yourself.

Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows. "By who? A part-time job?"

You nodded, then your eyes widened when you realized you had only a half an hour to get there on time and you weren’t even fully dressed yet.

"I have to go," you said, brushing past him to pick up your remaining clothes—your bra and pants still hidden somewhere in his room. "I'm going to be late."

"Wait, wait, wait...” he called after you, following behind as you bent over to pick up your pants and smooth out the creases. “They want to interview you now? Right now? We were kind of in the middle of something here."

You whirled around, just as you pulled your pants up with a shake of your hips. "You mean you were in the middle of something. We can talk later, okay?”

"Where's it at?" Jungkook asked, quickly getting dressed himself.

"I can walk, Jungkook," you said, grabbing onto his arm to stop him just as he zipped up the front of his jeans. "Don't worry about me."

He snorted just as he slipped a simple white t-shirt over his head, then tugged at the collar to sniff at it. "I'm not worried about you. I could care less if you had to walk so far your ass fell off, so don't get any ideas about me giving a shit.” He went to his night stand then and grabbed some cologne, spraying his armpits generously. “I just don't want you to leave until we come to some agreement with what we're doing is all. And so I'm fucking driving you there."

"It's that you couldn't care less, you dumb piece of shit,” you grumbled, barely audible. “Also, you're a fucking asshole. You could've just said you're not worried but you had to go into fucking extensive detail to remind me how little you care about me.” Scoffing, your shoulder brushed against his roughly when you spotted your bra in a pile under his desk. “But I guess thanks for literally proving my point as to why this is a fucking bad idea. Goodbye, Jungkook."

"I'm sorry," he shouted, sarcastically. "Want me pretend to give a shit then?"

You rolled your eyes. He couldn't let you think he was doing a nice thing for even one fucking minute. If he was trying to convince you to be his fuck buddy, he was doing a pretty bad job of it—as with everything else he did. You couldn't believe you were even considering doing this with him, even for a few weeks.

You were an idiot, but that wasn’t anything new either.

Shaking your head at him, you stormed out of his bedroom, slamming the door behind you so forcefully some of the pictures on the wall in the hallway shook. You knew he was going to force you into his truck anyway and you didn't exactly have time to argue with him, so you would accept his offer but not before bruising his nose on the way out. You always had to have the last word, even if the slamming the hard, carved mahogany into his nose was that word.

"You're so fucking lucky you're hot," he muttered from behind you, running down the stairs to catch up with you and rubbing his nose as he did.

You opted for the silent treatment instead of replying, opening the passenger side's door to climb into his truck just as you two walked outside. There were a lot of things you could say to him right now but none of them would help at all.

As he put his keys in the ignition, he glanced at you for a moment and knew from one look you were pissed—and rightfully so. But when were you not?

Or at least when it came to him.

"You just had to drive me, didn't you?"

"Just shut up," Jungkook sneered, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. "How was I supposed to know there was going to be a fucking traffic jam five blocks away from my place? I'll just consult my crystal ball next time."

You anxiously glanced at the clock under his dashboard for the tenth time in the last three minutes. "I'm going to fucking be late, Jungkook."

"I got it the ninety-eighth time you told me," he threw back sarcastically.

"You're such a prick. If you would've just let me walk in the first pl—"

"Sorry for wanting to do something nice for once. I'll just go fuck myself then."

Rolling your eyes, you faced away from him and stared out the window. The scenery was beautiful—and by beautiful, you meant the opposite because the two of you hadn't moved an inch in the last ten minutes and the only view you had was of an alleyway littered with garbage and huge, overflowing dumpsters. But you supposed you would prefer looking at that any day than look at the thing sitting next to you in the driver's seat, jaw set as he stared ahead.

"I'm sorry, okay?" Jungkook managed to grit out. "I just wanted us to talk.”

And you barely did because you'd only had two minutes—if even that long—in his truck before there was an accident in the middle of a busy intersection with a semi-truck. So, talking about the likelihood of you two becoming fuck buddies wasn't exactly on your list of priorities. Jungkook was so fucking selfish. All he cared about was himself, after all, not about you getting your first part-time job.

But why were you so fucking surprised?

"Well, you got what you wanted, Jungkook,” you growled. “Here I am trapped in your shitty truck with you for god knows how lon—"

"I said I was fucking sorry!" Jungkook snapped and you shrunk back in your seat. "For fuck's sake... You never let anything go, do you? Like that time in tenth grade when I sneezed on your term paper and you hit me in the nose."

"You got boogers all over the works cited page, Jungkook.”

Ignoring you, he continued, "You could hold a grudge that happened years ago... Oh, wait. You do. I don’t know how the fuck you live sometimes.”

"Unlock my door," you commanded. "Or I'm going to kill you and then myself."

"I'm not fucking unlocking the door, you big baby. I'll get you to your god damn interview even if it kills me—but you're going to have to fucking talk to me first."

"Fine... What is it you would like to talk about, Jungkook?"

He sighed. "I can tell you’re going to continue to make things difficult.”

And like that, Jungkook cut the engine and opened the driver's door. Your eyes nearly bulged out of your skull. Not only were you two in the middle of a huge pile-up of cars, but he was just asking for his truck to get vandalized.

At that thought, you perked up.

Just as he was about to shut the door behind him, he yelled over to you, "You coming or what? You don’t want to be late for your interview, right?"

You didn't need to be told twice, so you unbuckled your seatbelt and followed after him onto the pavement, slamming the door behind you as you did.

Circling around his truck, Jungkook surprised you by immediately grabbing your hand in a tight grasp and dragged you through the spaces between some cars. That would’ve been nice and all except he dragged you behind him like he would a decaying corpse, not even caring if you could keep up with him at all.

There were a few honks here and there—and the occasional shout of profanities—but the two of you managed to find the sidewalk safely. If not for the grip he had on your hand, however, you would've lagged behind; his long legs made him run that much faster than you. But you also had legs and were capable of moving on your own—at least for a few feet. A few pedestrians just gaped at you unabashed from watching on, but you ran past them without a word.

And somehow, you were maybe a little bit touched.

Maybe it was more because he wanted to talk about you two officially hooking up and he didn't actually care if you made it to your interview on time, but it was a step in the right direction. And maybe it would be the start of many.

Maybe being the keyword here—maybe.

Jungkook hunched over just as you two stopped in front of the gas station. Your breathing was heavy and you could feel sweat lining your brow—a perfect look for an interview, but at least you'd be on time. Pulling his phone out of his back jean pocket, he winced as he sucked in a lungful of air, checking the time.

"You have two minutes," he panted out. "I'm going back to my truck and—man, I’m out of fucking shape—and I'll— I’ll... uh... wait for you in the parking lot."

He didn't give you much of a chance to respond before he was running back to his truck. You didn't understand why he didn't just unlock the door and let you go to your interview on your own. It's not like he was your own personal fucking chaperone, but you supposed he just had to be dramatic since you knew where you were going in the first place. Jungkook was just an immovable object sometimes—he did whatever he pleased whenever he pleased.

But even as the seconds ticked by—knowing the clock was counting down for you to make it to your interview on time still—you watched the back of his head as his figure ran further away, not caring for red pedestrian lights or even if a car honked at him—just flipped them off maturely. It wasn't healthy what you were doing with him, just fucking whenever you two needed someone to take your emotions out on. But over the past few weeks, you had noticed things weren't as bad as they were when it all started at that frat party. You trusted him to respect your body, so why couldn't you trust him enough to be more?

To be more than what you were now?

You always thought Jungkook was the one afraid of commitment—afraid of someone getting too close and too deep—but maybe it was you.

"First thing next week, all right?" your new boss said, smiling down at you.

You were freezing. After sitting in a cold, metal chair for the past forty-five minutes—the AC blasting from every vent imaginable—you were about ready to turn into an ice cube. He’d quizzed and interrogated you in every way possible, but once he asked his last question, he’d stood up and shook your hand. Your boss was impressed by how well you answered under pressure and with no time at all to prepare for the interview—which was why he hired you right there.

Once the two of you stepped outside the gas station, however, even the chilly air that showed the beginning of fall was warmer than it’d been inside.

"Of course," you agreed and then shook his hand—firmer than the first time when you were almost afraid to. "I won't be late. I promise. Thank you."

"Not a problem. I look forward to seeing you next week for training then," he said, then glanced over at the lone truck parked near the front of the store just as he turned to walk inside. "Is that your boyfriend over there picking you up?"

You blinked at him, confused for a moment as to what the fuck he was talking about, until he nodded towards Jungkook sitting in his truck, intensely playing some game on his phone with his feet angled up on the dashboard.

"Oh," you said, laughing awkwardly, "hell no. I mean, he's not my boyfriend. He's my..." You hesitated for a moment. What the fuck even was he? He wasn't your friend and he wasn't your fuck buddy—at least not yet. He was just your asshole neighbor that occasionally shoved his dick in you. "He’s just my—"

Your boss snickered, patting you on the shoulder. "You think about it and tell me next week, all right? Take it easy and remember—six o’clock sharp."

You nodded, mutely. Just as the door shut behind him, you turned back around to face Jungkook’s truck again. If only you could just see him like this all the time—keeping his mouth shut and looking hot as hell with his eyebrows creasing his forehead in concentration. For a brief moment, you remembered that same look when he went down on you at the restaurant he worked at, thrusting his long, bony fingers inside of you with purpose while he pulled your clit in his mouth as if he was sucking on a lollipop. Taking a few steps closer to the truck, you noticed some of his black fringe tickled the tip of his nose as he leant over his phone. His teeth tugged at his lower lip for a moment just before he started yelling at the game—something you could hear faintly even from outside his truck—so you assumed he was losing. And if he was losing that badly he was spitting out a string of profanities left and right, he had to suck.

He only seemed to notice you were finished with your interview when you climbed back into the passenger side, immediately grabbing at your seatbelt.

"How'd it go?" Jungkook asked after an awkward silence, pausing his game and turning his head to look at you. "You blow it?"

It hit you then that you actually had a part-time job now. You didn't fuck up the interview at all; your mother would be so happy to hear the great news.

Finally you wouldn’t be so dependent on her for money anymore.

"I got the job actually," you told him, smiling proudly to yourself.

He smiled back, tucking his phone back into his back jean pocket just as he put his keys in the ignition. You looked away quickly, having never seen him smile like that before—but somehow you knew it wasn't for what you thought.

"That's fucking fantastic," he said. "You can pay for someone keying my truck with your first paycheck then."

Of course that would be why he was smiling.

"It's your own fault for leaving it unattended."

"I left it unattended for you, you ungrateful bitch," Jungkook sneered, but you could tell he was teasing you, laughing to himself with a shake of his head.

"Well, I didn't ask you to do any of that," you mumbled to yourself.

"I didn’t ask you to do any of that," he mocked you in a high-pitched tone and turned his attention back to the front, reversing out of the parking lot.

You noticed with a slight beating heart that he placed one of his arms on the back of your seat to glance behind him, feeling heat radiate off of him. Though, you didn’t exactly consent to your heart doing that—after all, it was just Jungkook. You simply wrote it off that it’d been far too long since you last got laid, but that’s when you remembered only a few hours had passed since then.

And Jungkook had been the one to fuck you.

"We still need to talk."

"I don't know, Jungkook," you muttered quietly. "I just think it’s a bad idea."

"You didn't even hear what I was going to say, though."

"Yeah, but I know what you're thinking," you told him, then looked at his side profile through your peripheral vision as he glanced down the road for cars. "How long would this even last? A few weeks? Maybe a month or two?"

Just as he was about to turn onto the main road leading back to your dorm, he pressed his foot on the brakes, looking at you incredulously.

"A few weeks?" Jungkook asked defensively. "Maybe a month? What the fuck do you think I want out of this for this to only last a few weeks? You think I can just fuck you a few times and that'll be enough for me?" Just as you opened your mouth to answer him, he continued, "I dunno if you've fucking noticed but I can't keep my hands off of you. So why would I waste so much of my fucking time chasing after you if I could? I don't know what it is about you but I know you feel the same way about me. So, if that's what you really think, then we should just fucking stop what we're doing right now for my own fucking sanity."

You blinked in response, staring at him with your mouth hanging open slightly. Jungkook had never been so honest with you before—never had a reason to because there was never any conversation happening for him to be honest about. Now, you actually understood what went on in that small brain of his.

Your heart hammered against your chest as you looked away. He was right—right about everything. You wanted him just as much as he wanted you. God, even just his fingers could make you cum in a matter of minutes. Although you’d chastised him for not caring about you at all, it wasn’t like your past boyfriends paid more attention to your clit than he did—and they liked you.

And it was just so fucking hot having him watch you cum.

Closing your mouth, you licked your lips as your mind raced, then let out a shaky breath. "I don't want us to stop either, but it looks like I’m the only one seeing the long-term repercussions of us doing this. Like, what if my parents find out we’re— If they—" Jungkook just stared at you blankly, not supplying the word you both were thinking. “And then what if Noori finds out? I just—”

"All right," he cut in, nodding his head. "Say they do find out. So what?”

“’So what’?” you asked in disbelief, scoffing. “Are you serious? My parents have already started planning our wedding but I don’t think they’ll be pleased to hear about you shoving your dick in me. And if Noori finds out... I don’t know.”

Jungkook blinked, imagining that for a moment. “Then they don’t find out.”

“But you can’t promise something like that, Jungkook,” you said, looking towards the road again. There didn’t seem to be many cars for nearly ten o’clock in the morning. “If they do find out, it’s going to be me who pays for it.”

He rolled his eyes, turning away from you. “Then what do you want me to say?”

You were quiet at that, closing your eyes tightly.

“If that’s what you want to do, fine. I can’t force you into anything, even if I wanted to,” Jungkook muttered after a long moment of silence. “But you’re thinking about other people again. What about what you want, huh?”

Blinking, you lowered your head until you were staring down at your lap.

What did you want? You turned your head, shooting a glance over at Jungkook watching you carefully—patiently. Your gaze drifted over to his arm balanced on the rim of the steering wheel, then to his calloused fingertips. It took all your self control to not think about even just the tip of his fingernail scraping at your clit. You wanted him so fucking badly and you knew exactly how wrong that was.

You couldn’t have him and it wasn’t fucking fair.

"I want to,” you said quietly. “Okay? I want you, too. It’s not just you and you know it isn’t. I want nothing more than for you to just— To just kiss me. I just— I don’t want Noori to hate me. And then what would my parents think if they found out? Send me to catholic school for being a fucking whore—”

“You’re not a whore,” he quickly cut in. “You’re not. Sex is fucking everywhere but people are still ashamed to talk about it. Or they play it off as some cheap romantic fuckery. Sex is dirty and sweaty and loud and—and it’s just fucking awesome. Your parents aren’t idiots; they know you’re gonna have sex in college, so don’t call yourself that. I don’t wanna hear it ‘cause it’s not true.”

You managed a small smile at that. “No, they—” You sighed, cutting yourself off. “I don’t really want to tell you of all people my family drama—no offense.”

“None taken,” he said in a chirpy tone.

You couldn’t exactly explain to Jungkook he was the reason you and your parents never really saw eye-to-eye. How they didn’t believe you when you told them Jungkook hated you and you didn’t want to fucking see him ever again. And then ever since, they never took you seriously—even now as an adult. Them trying to constrict how wide you spread your legs was another issue.

“It’s my parents who wanna send me off somewhere, not yours.”

You snorted at that. “Oh, please. Your parents love you.”

And just like you, he said, “No offense but I’m not gonna tell you my fucking family drama either. Let’s just both agree our parents wanted an abortion.”

Then why did you even fucking bring it up if you didn’t want to talk about it? you thought to yourself, but then realized you did the fucking same exact thing.

“Okay,” you said quietly. “Then just take me home, Jungkook.”

He nodded at that, looking both ways before pulling into the road.

It was eerily silent in the car, only the sound of his engine roaring to life each time the light turned green at various intersections reminding you that you were still in the truck with him. It was also the warmth radiating off him—like it always seemed to do—that you almost wanted to memorize it. Jungkook always had so much body heat, probably because he was a human furnace and never got cold ever. Meanwhile, you wore fucking coats inside during the summer.

Jungkook parked in your dorm parking lot before you knew it, but he didn’t say anything, seeming to be lost in his own train of thoughts just like you were.

Even though you knew it was right what you were doing—or what you weren’t doing—you still couldn’t stop yourself from blurting out, “I meant it, you know.”

“Meant what?” he asked with a sigh after a few seconds, confused.

“That I want to,” you mumbled, cheeks heating up. “God, I want to so fucking badly but it’s just so wrong, Jungkook. It’s so wrong and we both know it.”

You reached for the door handle then, but Jungkook’s arm quickly stretched out to grab onto your wrist to stop you, pulling you back into the passenger seat.

“I don’t know actually because it’s not,” he simply said. “This is wrong? In what world is us fucking the wrong thing to do?” Jungkook’s voice rose and he leant towards you in his seat. “Why? Just because we’re having sex while we both fucking hate each other? I’ll be the first one to say it then—I don’t hate you. I have never hated you but if that’s what you gotta tell yourself to sleep at night, then fine.” He let out a hollow laugh at that, glancing at the window beside your head as a couple walked by, laughing. “You’re so fucking concerned about other people and what they think about everything. You’ve never even once thought about what this is doing to me. Jesus—you’re not the only one suffering from this. It’s not exactly fun having sex with someone who can’t stand to be around you otherwise, but I do it for the same reason you do it—because I can’t fucking help it. I feel it every time we’re in the same room together. This— This fucking itch that I know I should just leave alone but I just can’t fucking help scratching it. I was so fucking mad about Jimin and... Now I know why. It’s because I don’t want anyone else to fucking touch you but me.”

Just as he said that, you felt it—you felt the tips of your fingers twitching just as Jungkook let go of his tight hold on your wrist, twitching to just touch him; your body was begging you to. You wished in that moment that Jungkook wasn’t Jungkook. Instead, he was someone in one of your philosophy classes that you could bring back to your dorm one night because why did it have to be fucking Jungkook? Why did it have to be Jungkook you were so shamefully attracted to? And it wasn’t just a case of oh, he’s hot, I guess but more like the sort of attraction that made you do really fucking stupid things—more than usual.

Jungkook sighed, leaning his head against his headrest. “I’m so sick of having to chase after you every time we fuck, just because you're confused. I’m confused, too; you’re not fucking special.” He glanced at you then to gauge your reaction, but you were simply staring down at your lap. “Do you think I’m just not freaked out by all this? I’ve never— I’ve never felt so attracted to someone in my life and I don’t know why. So when you’re moaning in my ear and bouncing on my dick one second, then fucking running away screaming the next, it doesn’t really do much for my self-confidence. And I know we’re supposed to hate each other but I don’t fucking want to anymore. I don’t hate you, so I’m not going to pretend I do just to keep up this weird thing we have going on where we fuck, yell at each other, and fuck again six days later. You might get on my nerves and say annoying shit, but I don’t hate you and I’ll—” He paused, hesitating. “I never want to treat you like I did back in high school.”

Your head snapped in his direction then, shocked. His voice almost sounded guilty, which made your heart race. It’d always been you bringing it up but this time it was him—and he sounded so fucking remorseful that it confused you.

"You’re just so fucking scared about what’s happening between us that all you know how to do is run away,” he said, snorting humorlessly.

“One of us has to,” you nearly shouted at him. “We can’t fucking do this.”

“Neither of us has to do anything,” he said, raising his voice. “What they don’t know won’t kill them. And why do they matter? This is about you and this is about me—not anyone else. So would you just stop fucking letting them make your decisions for you?! If you want to me to fuck you, then fucking let me.”

“There is no ‘you and me’!” you yelled at him, exasperated. “We had sex a few times and that’s it. That’s all this is—fucking sex—and you’re acting like we’re in some god damn relationship; we’re not. So stop fucking annoying me. Just because you’ve never had a worthwhile relationship doesn’t mean that’s what this is. All the people you’ve ever dated dumped you because you’re too fucking afraid to be yourself.” You laughed emotionlessly at that, pausing to catch your breath. “I’m the one who’s scared? I’m not pretending to be someone I’m not just because I’m afraid people won’t like who I really am.”

Jungkook blinked at that. After a few seconds, he slowly nodded to himself, pursing his lips, and that’s when you knew you hit a bullseye.

And that you also went too far.

“Wait, Jungkook. I’m sorry,” you rushed out, quietly. “I didn’t mean to say that. You were just— It just came out and— I didn’t mean that. I’m really sorry.”

“You meant it,” he said just as quietly. “And it’s fine. You’re right.”

“That doesn’t mean it was okay for me to say that.”

“Yeah but I’m sure I’ve said worse to you.”

You couldn’t argue with that but it still felt wrong.

There was a difference between calling him names and taking a stab at his insecurities. Maybe you’d done it on accident once or twice but never on purpose—never like he did. You didn’t want to sink to his level ever.

“No,” you immediately cut in. “That’s the difference between you and me, Jungkook. I might still be mad at you for how you treated me and I might never be able to forgive you but you don’t fucking deserve that said to you. I’m sorry.”

Jungkook snorted to himself, softly. “It’s so hard to... It’s so hard for me to be an asshole to you sometimes, you know that? You’re just so... fucking good.”

“What are you talking about?” you asked, staring at him in stunned silence.

The expression he wore on his face then was the same expression he’d wear whenever he talked to someone that wasn’t you, whether it be one of his little cousins or some girl he liked. He was smiling ever so softly to himself, lost in his own thoughts—almost like he was thinking of a memory. You realized then that you would’ve given anything to know what he was thinking in that moment.

You realized you always wanted to know what he was thinking.

He turned his head to look at you then, smiling warmly at you. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe this is wrong but it’s not wrong for the reason you think. It’s wrong because of me. All I know how to do is fuck you and hurt you.” You opened your mouth to interrupt, feeling like you had to say something, but he continued. “And I fucking know you think I don’t care about you—but I do. In my own fucked up way, I do. I can’t even say anything to you without being an asshole. I just don’t know how to fucking talk to you and I— I fucking want to.

“You don’t even understand how much it fucked with my head to hear about how I treated you just— just destroyed you.” You couldn’t stop your eyes from watering, lips trembling as you listened. “I hate that I did that to you. I fucking hate it so much and I hate myself for going so long without realizing it or even fucking apologizing for it. So here I am: I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry that I moved in next-door. I’m so fucking sorry for what I did and for how my friends treated you, too. I know you think there was something wrong with you but there wasn’t—and that’s what’s worse.” Jungkook gripped his hold on the steering wheel then, clenching his fists and closing his eyes tightly. “This is so hard for me to do I— I just— I realized I never wanna see you like that ever again—crying because of me. If I ever do anything like that to you again, take your good fucking foot and you fucking kick me as hard as you can in the nuts.”

You didn’t know what to say then, just felt that lone tear trailing down your cheek. Before you could wipe your face, Jungkook was moving forward, swiping underneath your eyes with a quick move of his thumb.

“Okay?” he asked softly. “Don’t let me get away with it.”

You wanted to hug him so tightly.

And that’s exactly what you did.

Even with your seatbelt still on, you threw your arms around him and closed your eyes, feeling the steady beat of his heart when your nose snuggled into his chest. Just hugging him felt calming, like you just needed to hug him this entire time. It wasn’t like you forgave him—no, you didn’t think you would ever forgive him—but you felt like you could move on; you felt like you almost had closure.

He paused, hands hovering over your sides as he was unsure of what to do. Kissing you, he knew how to do. Fucking you, he knew how to do. But hugging you? What did he do with his hands? How long was he supposed to hold on? Was he supposed to say anything? Why were you hugging him anyway?

Instead, he just settled on placing his hands on your hips and let your face settle into the curve of his neck, occasionally feeling your warm breath on his skin. And he also felt a second, warm tear—just one—settle into his neck.

Barely being able to move away from him, you felt glued to his chest—the steady beat of his heart making you never want to open your eyes. Never in a million years did you ever expect Jungkook to apologize—and this was so much more than an apology. Some nights, you’d lie awake just thinking about what he would say if he ever felt guilty about what he did and here it was. And somehow, it was so much more than what you asked for. But you also were wary. Was he just telling you what you wanted to hear? Was this some sick fucking game of his just to get in your pants again? You had to know if he was telling the truth because if he wasn’t, then you were really done with him this time. The bigger part of you, though, knew he was being sincere, that he held this crushing guilt over his head over what happened between you two.

And that was all you could ask for—all you had ever asked for.

“Are you— Jungkook, you’re not lying, are you?” You pulled away slowly, feeling his hands drop from grasping your hips as you glanced up at him steely. You wanted to come off hard and unforgiving, but you could hear your voice breaking, how small you sounded right then. “Do you... Do you really mean it?”

“Yeah,” he said with a sad smile. “And maybe you think this is just me being a lying piece of shit to get into your pants but... I fucking mean every word.”

“Why are you—” you started, then cut yourself off to gather your thoughts. You were drowning in them, your mind racing. “Why are you saying this to me?”

“Because I need you to know that,” he simply told you. “And I don’t want you to think this is suddenly me realizing everything I’ve ever done to you is shitty because I knew. I knew it was but I kept fucking doing it. I just— I never wanted to think about it. I was just a stupid fucking kid who bullied you because he could. Because he wanted people to like him so much he would’ve done anything. I never— I never once thought about how much I was hurting you. But then that shit with Jimin happened and I— I couldn’t ignore it anymore. I hurt you so fucking bad and I’m paying the price for it now; you can’t even stand to be around me.” His eyes looked so tired and emotionless as he settled back against his seat, staring holes into the dashboard. “And I can’t stand to either.”

“Jungkook,” you said, grabbing his chin to make him look at you. “stop feeling so fucking sorry for yourself. What you did to me was— Yeah, it was horrible. You can’t take it back but I’m okay now. I’m not saying I’m fucking thankful for what you did to me but someone else would’ve come along anyway. And they would’ve never felt even an ounce of guilt for it. The fact that you can is just— It makes me wonder if I was— if I was wrong about you this whole time. Maybe before I couldn’t stand to be around you, but not anymore. I like being around you.” His eyes widened a fraction at that. “I do. I always... wondered why you acted so differently around me than you did other people. All I ever fucking wanted was for you to treat me like you treated everyone else. That’s all.”

“I don’t want to treat you like everyone else,” he said breathlessly.

You felt like you were being pulled in by some outside force, inching towards him as far as you could with your seatbelt still wrapped around your middle—which was chest to chest but it still wasn’t enough. Jungkook did the same until the tips of his fingers were touching yours on your lap, his breath skating across your face. You just couldn’t will yourself to look away, memorizing every vivid detail of his face—as if you’d never looked at him so closely before. You saw the mole underneath his bottom lip, the scar on his left cheek, the acne scars.

And he saw everything, too.

“Why not?” you whispered, chest tight.

“Because you’re not everyone else.”

Your heart was beating so fast you thought it would fly out of your chest. You knew you were breathing heavily, as if you couldn’t suck in air fast enough. And your lips felt so dry that you had to dart out your tongue to wet them every few seconds, which didn’t go unnoticed by Jungkook as his eyes zoned in on your lips. It was so hypnotizing to watch his lips part with each labored exhale, his eyelashes flickering downwards each time his eyes glanced at your sinful lips.

Without thinking, your fingers reached for him, grasping onto the material of his white t-shirt. Your eyes observed your fist tightening its grasp and then you realized that simple move caused you to scoot that much closer to him.

“Sorry,” you apologized in an almost whisper. “I’ll let go now.”

But even as the seconds ticked by, you didn’t let go. Your eyes darted down at your fist still bunching up the fabric of his shirt and then you chanced a look at him just in time to see him leaning in. He paused inches away from your face, watching you smack your lips together softly, his breath cold as ice then across your wetted lips when he exhaled sharply—and then you felt your eyes closing.

It only took you moving an inch closer to close the distance.

Almost immediately, he responded with the same amount of subtlety as you. Something felt different this time. Instead of nails digging into his shoulders, lips biting and nipping hard enough to draw blood, fingers wrapped in strands of your hair, it felt almost gentle. There was such little pressure against your lips you felt like he wasn’t even there—as if he was going to pull away. And at that thought, you pushed yourself more against the seatbelt constricting you from moving any closer. Jungkook seemed to read your mind and felt around for the release, the seatbelt flying off easily. Grabbing your arm, he pulled you until your thighs rubbed against his, heels tucked underneath you as you inched closer.

Your breasts pressed against his chest and you felt the hard plains of his own heat you up almost immediately as you crawled further onto his lap. The tough, calloused skin of his palms met your shoulders then, trailing down your arms before grasping onto your hips. The kiss had started off slow but within the blink of an eye, he was pulling at the hem of your shirt, smoothing his hands across your bare skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. And just feeling his hands leave behind a scorching trail, you quietly whimpered into the kiss.

You pulled away from his lips then, breathing heavily. “Jungkook, I—”

He didn’t give you a chance to finish your sentence before he was crushing his lips to yours again, this time more desperately. His head tilted to the side, deepening the kiss, and you could only moan lowly from the back of your throat. Your knees inched forward next to his legs, even though you were as close as you possibly could. The hands feeling the bare skin under your shirt then felt underneath your legs, easily lifting you until your crotches were directly on top of each other; the only thing separating you from him was your jeans.

Your lips finally parted and he aggressively slipped his tongue in your mouth. You had to pull away from his lips then, catching your breath and panting into his neck. Feeling him doing the same, he pressed soft kisses to your neck while he gripped your hips to rock you into his clothed erection. Your head fell back, moaning out desperately for him to keep going, grabbing a fistful of his hair. He was barely touching you but just feeling the creases in his jeans against your covered clit was mind-blowing. You were soaking before he even touched you.

You knew you were in your dorm parking lot and you knew you should probably stop, but it felt so fucking good. With him leaving a trail of hot kisses on your collarbone combined with the tingling sensation of his covered dick protruding against the seam of your jeans, your mouth easily fell open as you moaned. And when he suddenly thrusted up into you, your eyebrows scrunched together, unwrapping the hand tugging at his hair to hold onto his shoulders.

“Please, please, please,” you chanted, in an almost murmur. You didn’t even know what you were begging for but you needed something. “Jungkook.”

A sudden honk brought you out of your daze, causing you to shoot out of Jungkook’s lap and scoot back to the opposite side of the truck. A guy with a snapback then got out of his car to knock on Jungkook’s window to tell him to park somewhere else, as there was assigned parking spaces in your dormitory’s parking lot and he didn’t have a sticker authorizing him to park where he was.

“Sorry,” he insincerely apologized, rolling his window back up.

You glanced over at him, folding your lips into your mouth to keep yourself from laughing. Jungkook had no shame, though, and was cackling and snorting as he reversed out of the parking space and towards the front of your dorm.

“Can I drop you off near the front?” he asked, clearing his throat awkwardly.

Nodding, you replied, “Sorry. I should’ve told you about the parking.”

“Uh huh. As if you weren’t waiting for me to get fucking busted.”

“All right,” you easily agreed. “I kind of was.”

He narrowed his eyes but the grin gave him away.

“Just get out of my truck.”

With a devious giggle, you reached for the door handle and hopped onto the concrete, slamming the door behind you. You waved timidly and he scrunched his eyebrows, as if to ask why are you waving at me, you fucking weirdo?

And as he drove away, it almost felt like you two had become friends.

"Hey," Noori said upon seeing you walk through the door to your shared dorm room. "Where the hell have you been all day? And where were you yesterday?"

"I was— um—” You paused, trying to think of an even legitimate excuse she’d buy. “It was just a project. I was at the library studying yesterday for a test.”

If you were Noori, not even you would buy that bad attempt at a lie.

You knew what she was thinking—that you had some secret boyfriend or something. And maybe she was right about that, except for the fact she wasn’t. The messy hair, neck tainted with hickeys, the dazed look in your eye—they were all tell-tale signs that you just came back after getting rawed hard.

If only that was true.

Jungkook had fucked you in the morning but that already felt like such a long time ago—so much had happened since then. If that guy hadn’t honked at you two, you wondered if you would be at his frat right now in his bed for the second time. Not that you’d be complaining at all because you had needs.

Also, Jungkook would never be your boyfriend.

No matter how good he was with that cock of his.

“A project with Jimin?” she asked, lips tilted into a sly smirk.

You rolled your eyes. “No, Noori. It was just a project—no sex.”

It was amazing to you how quickly you threw yourself into this lie—how easy it was to pull it off and still feel good about yourself afterwards. Noori was supposed to be your friend and here you were lying through your teeth.

“Do you think I’m an idiot?” she asked, standing from her chair seated at her desk. “I know those hickeys didn’t come outta nowhere. Why are you lying?”

Instead of answering, you brushed past her—noticing papers and packets in a messy pile on her desk that you could only assume was her doing her project at the last possible second—and went to your dresser, pulling out a baggy sweatshirt and jean shorts to change into; you couldn’t look her in the eye knowing you were wearing the same underwear you’d dirtied with your own cum and the same clothes that Jungkook had all but torn off your body earlier.

Noori, on the other hand, watched you carefully, crossing her arms patiently as you played with the fabric of one of your sweatshirts. Her sharp gaze fell onto your neck again—something you’d stupidly forgotten was decorated in faint hickeys and bite marks ranging in a variety of colors. You’d tried to disguise it by pulling your shirt above your collarbone, but she could also tell your hair was a mess with strands sticking up all over the place—as if someone’d been grabbing and pulling at them for hours, which wasn’t exactly far off.

“Fine,” she grumbled, relenting. “Did you have fun doing your ‘project’?”

"It was okay,” you said quietly. “It’s still just a project so no, it wasn’t fun.”

"Mhm,” she hummed, raising her eyebrows as if to say she wasn’t convinced.

Upon closer inspection, your lips were red and plump as they hung open at her in awed silence from what her imagination could only conclude that you’d at least been making out with someone for a very long time. And though you tried to cover it with a quick spritz of perfume, the smell of sex was undeniably overwhelming her senses. And at the subtle way you took a few steps back, she knew then that you knew it, too—that you were hiding something.

“I told you,” you started to say, pausing to rid yourself of your shirt, smelling the perspiration as its collar slipped past your neck. “I was just doing a project.”

“Friends can nail each other,” she said nonchalantly. “Don’t be embarrassed.”

Embarrassed wasn’t exactly what you were feeling at that moment.

"I promise I’m not fucking him—whoever you’re thinking of—or anyone else for that matter,” you told her, pulling a baggy sweatshirt with your university’s logo on it past your shoulders. Just as you slipped your arms through the sleeves, you glanced at her again. “If I was, you’d be the first person I told anyway.”

She hummed to herself. “It’s one of Jungkook’s friends, isn’t it? That’s why you don’t want me to know about it.” When you looked over to her with widened eyes—shocked—she shrugged her shoulders easily. “It’s fine. I know you two hate each other, but that doesn’t mean his friends are off-limits. It’s really okay.”

Your mouth suddenly felt dry at the moment. “It’s— It’s not one of his friends.”

It was awkwardly silent as she scrutinized you with her gaze.

You opened your mouth to say something, but she beat you to it. “Unless it was Jin. You didn’t— You didn’t fuck Jin, did you?” When your eyes seemed to question and why the hell not, her eyes flickered with panic. “N-Not that I care or anything but you know— He’s just— You know— He’s my friend so it’d be...”

Shaking your head, you rubbed her shoulder reassuringly with your thumb. “I’ve never thought about him like that once, so you don’t have to worry, okay? Jin’s my friend too, but not— He’s all yours. You don’t have to worry about that.”

Noori didn’t bother to correct you about that. “Thanks... You’re such a good friend,” she told you with a watery smile, then wrapped her arms around you.

It was that single sentence that caused you to stumble back.

“I...” you trailed off, swallowing the lump in your throat. “I am?”

Noori furrowed her eyebrows. “Yeah. I’m happy that we’re roommates.”

Of course she was only saying that because she didn’t know you were nailing Jungkook behind her back. What kind of friend would you be to her then?

“Aren’t you?” she asked after a moment of silence.

“Of course,” you told her, your smile not quite reaching your eyes.

Noori went to move back to her desk to resume her homework, but you couldn’t help but ask—it was going to eat away at you otherwise.

“Noori,” you began, expression neutral, “do you still like Jungkook?”

“I don’t know,” she mumbled to herself. “The last time I even saw him was at that party back in August. I mean... I’ll sometimes see him here but that’s because he’s here t—” She paused, glancing at you strangely. “To see you.”

Swallowing, you steeled yourself to stand your ground. “What would you do if you found out Jungkook was with someone else? Would you hate her?”

“I wouldn’t hate her,” she said quietly. “I would just be jealous. Jungkook seems like the quieter type, doesn’t he? And he’s so nice, too... Any girl that gets a chance with him would have to be proactive and I’m— I’m not that at all.”

It was always strange—listening to how other people described Jungkook. That wasn’t Jungkook at all; he wasn’t quiet and he sure as fuck wasn’t nice—that’s just how he wanted other people to see him. That’s how he wanted everyone to see him. And even if you backed off, Noori would never know him—not really. No one would ever know him unless he wanted them to. Not even you knew him as well as you thought because he still surprised you. The only reason he was even slightly real with you was because he didn’t care what you thought about him—he didn’t have to filter himself to make a good impression.

“But do you still like him?” you asked after a moment.

She nodded, looking away from you with heated cheeks.

“I still like him,” she replied. “I just know he’ll never like me.”

You didn’t know what you wanted her to say, you realized. To tell you she wasn’t interested in him anymore so you could finally have a clear conscience? To tell you she never really liked him anyway and had already moved on? But she said the worst possible thing instead—she still liked him but was afraid he wouldn’t ever notice her or even care to notice her. Maybe if she was anyone but Noori, you would be okay with what you’re doing. But she was Noori and it would crush her that you’d even think to go behind her back like this. This was the same Noori who texted you encouraging turtle emojis when you were studying for a big test. The same Noori who got wasted with you so you wouldn’t be hungover the next morning alone and in your own vomit.

Noori was so perceptive when it came to other people and never wanted anyone to feel sad, even if she was feeling sad herself. That was who she was.

Yet, you couldn’t extend her the same courtesy and stay away from Jungkook. It was fine the first few weeks when she barely spoke about him or even remembered he existed, but you realized that was just your own selfish thinking. Even if she didn’t say it, she was still thinking about him and she still liked him. It’d just been you hoping she didn’t just so you could fucking get off.

"You okay?" Noori broke the silence, stepping closer to you. “What’s wrong?”

"Noori...” you started to say, smiling to yourself. After all, it’d never been anything more for you than just fucking—but to her, there could be so much more. “You really like Jungkook?” She slowly nodded in response, confused why you were asking again. “Then maybe I could help you... I h-hate him but maybe he would be—” You swallowed, realizing now it almost felt wrong to openly say how much you hated him because it was a lie. It was another lie. “Maybe he’d be that much less of a douche if he was around you, Noori.”

Another lie, except this time, the lie was hurting you.

But when her eyes lit up, that’s when you knew it was the right decision.

And as the conversation moved to how she needed your help with her project—you sitting in the chair she’d just been sitting in with her angling a camera she rented from the video production office—you smiled. You could tell just the promise of you giving her Jungkook’s phone number after she finished interviewing you was motivation enough and that made you happy.

You answered all the questions she threw at you, making sure to look directly into the camera lens as you did, and she gave you a thumbs up. However, something felt like it was still off. Noori liked to think she could tell when someone was lying—not why they were lying, but just that they were.

So when you told her you wanted to help, no matter how much you hated and despised Jungkook since you were kids, she knew you were lying—again.

She just didn’t know which part was the lie.

You tried to tell yourself it was the right decision.

Ever since that afternoon when you agreed to help Noori with her interview, you knew it was. But then why didn’t it feel like that? you asked yourself.

And ever since that afternoon, you’d been ignoring all of Jungkook’s texts.

That hurt you because you were ruining things again because you were afraid. Kissing him in his truck had felt so fucking good and that’s all it was—kissing. Yet, you were screwing things up again just because you wanted to be nice.

What made things even worse was that things had finally started to turn around for you two. You didn’t want to say that you were suddenly getting along but it felt like you understood him and he understood you. And then he fucking apologized to you. But here you were—ruining things once again.

And instead of doing what he normally did—calling you every curse word he could think of—he let it go and gave you your space. You knew you were confusing him with your hot and cold act, warming up to him one second—giving him the green light to fuck you whenever he wanted—then pulling away and not explaining why. You just kept fucking lying to everyone around you.

You knew he was going to get tired of it sooner or later and just find someone else to fuck instead—and you couldn’t blame anyone but yourself.

Just then, a customer walked up to the register—reminding you to the fact that you did in fact have a job to do and they weren't paying you to masturbate to the sight of Jungkook's veiny hands—and you shook your head, putting on your best customer service smile and banishing him from your thoughts.

"Find everything you need?" you asked, the rehearsed line sounding less sincere each time.

He stepped forward, setting a wrapped chocolate bar, two cases of beer, and a single pen on the counter. He opened his mouth to reply but you only heard gibberish—either he was foreign or you understood him incorrectly. Just then, the lit cigarette placed between his lips fell to the dirty floor of the gas station.

"Pardon?" you asked, not really wanting to know but also realizing you would get fired if you didn't at least attempt to ask.

Your eyes trailed from his hooded head to the bottom of his shirt—since you couldn't see the rest of him from across the counter. And because of the hood, his face was concealed from you, but you tried to maintain eye contact anyway. In fact, all of his clothing was baggy, so you could barely even make out a person in all that material. Maybe it wasn't a person and was just twelve cats.

As he leant over the counter to take a better look at your name tag, you caught a glimpse of his features—riddled with scars and freckles. His lips were small but maybe that was because he was pursing them as he repeated your name.

"That's a pretty name," he told you, lips curving into a smile.

You glanced down at your name tag, as if you could read it from that angle.

"Oh, thank you,” you replied, smiling sincerely that time.

"H-How long have you been working here?" he asked after an awkward silence.

You could hear the quake in his voice, almost as if it was taking all his courage to talk to you. That thought alone made your heart flip, flattered by the fact that you could make someone so nervous. That'd never happened to you before ever—it had always been you tripping over your feet to talk to guys your age.

And so, you smiled at him reassuringly.

"I just started this week," you explained, taking the items he set on the counter to scan their prices. "$16.32, please."

He fumbled to pull his wallet out of his back jean pocket, forgetting he left one of the zippers undone and shakily bent over to pick up a few quarters and pennies just as they fell to the ground. Once he stood to his full height once again, he mumbled an apology before slowly counting the exact change.

Realizing he didn't have enough, he handed you an old $20 bill instead, pulling away when your fingers brushed against his as if you burned him.

"So your change is three dollars and sixty-two cents," you said, placing his change in the palm of his sweaty hand.

Just as he took the plastic bag from the counter, he looked at you directly.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" he asked you out of nowhere.

You blinked, shocked at his boldness. "No. I don't have a boyfriend."

"Wow,” he murmured to himself. “But you’re so pretty.”

“O-Oh,” you said quietly. “Thank you.”

“Do you wanna go out with me? Maybe?”

Your cheeks flushed almost instantly, not being able to think on your feet fast enough as to how to get out of this situation. He seemed like a nice enough guy but you already had enough boy problems—and you didn't even like Jungkook. You knew you had to turn him down but there was literally no way to do that without crushing his confidence and breaking down all his self-esteem.

"Um... I—" You glanced around the store anxiously, but it was just the two of you. Some of the lights flickered, reminding you that you needed to change some of the bulbs after you closed tonight. "I can tell you're a nice—"

"Just one date? Please?”

You could tell your voice was beginning to shake now as you answered, "I don't know. I— I really don't have— I’m not—"

"Can you just think about it?” he asked, making his way towards the glass door leading to the parking lot. “I’ll come back tomorrow? S-Same time?”

And then the door slammed behind him, the single ding letting you know that you were alone once again with only ten minutes before your shift ended. Your heart was beating wildly out of your chest and you rested your hands against the counter, taking in a deep breath. You wondered if there was any way you could possibly call in sick to a job you just started with only one day’s notice.

But you knew you couldn’t.

JIN [6:07:55]: Hey. I’ll be there in ten minutes and just wait for you in the parking lot. Unless you want me to come inside?

Which was why you decided to text Jin to pick you up after work.

Sitting in a stool you’d dragged from the backroom, you re-read Jin’s text over and over, so fucking thankful he had the night off so he could pick you up on such short notice. Although you were flattered by the guy who came into your work yesterday, he also gave off this feeling that he was one step away from snapping at you and hopping over the counter to stab you—or maybe that was just you being dramatic. You probably should’ve told your boss about it first but it wasn’t like they could just banish him from the gas station, or maybe they could. You didn’t exactly read the employee manual like you were supposed to.

And you didn’t tell Jin why he was picking you up, just spun a white lie that you needed a ride home late notice. And of course, the thought did cross your mind that Jungkook was always an option. But you knew he would probably get you into trouble or something equally as horrifying as that. He’d probably pick a fight with this guy over nothing and manage to get you fired while Jin would approach the situation calmly. That’s what you needed—a respectful solution.

It also had to do the fact that Jungkook was pissed at you for blowing him off—again. You came back to your dorm the other night to a spam of messages from him about how tired he was of this and to talk to him when you were done. So, that was at the back of your mind, too. And you just felt so fucking guilty.

Distracting yourself by opening the register and counting all the pennies, nickels, dimes, and quarters, you kept an eye on the clock to your left. You could hear every second that ticked by and when seconds behind the counter turned into minutes. Although your shift ended in ten minutes, it was also the same time that guy came yesterday to buy that case of beer and ask you out.

When the door opened, you didn’t even have to look up to know it was him.

"Did you think about what I said yesterday?"

Playing with your fingers anxiously under the counter, you swallowed thickly.

"Yes, and I'm really flattered but—" you started to say but he cut you off.

"Okay, before you say no," he said, looking glum, "I'm a really nice guy. I know you’re scared that I’m just going to be another asshole but I promise I’m not—”

"I know you are," you cut in, furrowing your eyebrows. "But I'm just not really looking for a relationship right now, okay? I’m sure you’re very nice but—"

“Wait,” he interrupted you once again. “What if we just go out as friends first? Get to know each other a little better and see where it goes from there?”

“That’s very nice of you but like I said, I’m really not looking for—”

“You won’t even talk to me for a few hours?” he asked, snorting.

“It’s not like that,” you tried to explain. “I just don’t feel comfortable—”

“What? You think you’re too good for me or something?” He placed his hands on the counter then, causing you to shrink back into your stool. “You would be lucky to go on a date with me. I have girls lining up left and right and you’re going to say no? You sluts are all the fucking same. You’re a feminist, aren’t you?” You cut in to say that it didn’t matter whether you were a feminist or not, but he just kept going. “Get over it. You’re not oppressed. You’re not even that hot so get over yourself. You wouldn’t even know what a nice guy looked like.”

You were at a loss of words, lips trembling. Although you’d been talked down to by guys before, it was never this bad and never made you feel so helpless.

“Please leave,” you said politely, trying to resolve things quietly.

“And if I don’t? Are you going to call the police for sexual harassment? I’m not harassing you. I’m just talking to you. Is it a fucking crime to talk to a girl?”

"I'm really sorry—" you attempted to apologize but he just kept going.

"Sluts like you are so superficial. Just because I don't have an eight-inch cock doesn't mean I'm worth any less than your douchebag frat boyfriend—"

The door opened then and your head snapped to the left to see Jin standing there at his intimidatingly tall height. He quickly analyzed the situation, looking at you with concern before he made his way over. "What’s going on here?"

"We're just talking," the guy whose name you still did not know—or even care to learn—told him. "All right? So just mind your own business."

"I can see that," Jin said coolly. "But her shift's over so you guys can finish this some other time.” He walked towards the counter, nudging his head in the direction of his car parked outside. "It’s okay.”

“I’m not bothering her,” the guy sneered. “Mind your own fucking business.”

Jin sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose tiredly, then looked at you with a reassuring smile. “I’ll handle this.” He slid his car keys to you across the worn counter then. “Please go wait in the car. I’ll be out in a few minutes, okay?”

You nodded, not saying a word or even throwing a glance in that guy's general direction. Thinking you were scared of him before, he terrified you now and you were afraid to so much as even look at his shoes. Jin blocked him moving towards you as you walked around him and fled to the dimly lit parking lot.

Just as you unlocked the passenger seat, you looked over your shoulder back inside the gas station. The guy was red in the face, screaming at Jin so aggressively you thought a vein would burst, but Jin didn’t seem to look bothered at all. In fact, he looked relatively calm and almost cool looking.

Watching as Jin gestured towards the door, the guy moved to leave the gas station, glancing at you with so much hatred you lowered your head when you went to look away. Pulling open the passenger’s side, you settled in the seat.

The driver's door opened a few moments later and Jin smiled at you warmly.

"He’s gone now,” he explained. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here sooner. Are you okay?”

You wiped under your eyes with the skin of your knuckles, taking a deep breath and shakily stepping out of the car. It felt almost claustrophobic in there and you needed fresh air to even breathe properly. Jin quickly made his way around to you without a moment’s hesitation and wrapped his arms around you, allowing you to breathe in and out against his chest. Your gasps turned into silent cries then, but he didn’t pull away, even when you stained his shirt with your salty tears. You were trying so hard not to cry but you kept thinking about everything that happened in the last ten minutes and you just couldn’t help it.

Jin grunted when your nails dug into his back through the white shirt under his plaid button-up but he didn’t say anything, just let you grab at every inch of him you could get your hands on through your tears. Occasionally he rubbed at your back reassuringly, rocking you back and forth to get you to calm down.

Vaguely, you remembered telling him that you were okay and to please just take you back to your dorm, but he still noticed your hands shaking in the passenger seat. And unbeknownst to you, he wasn’t going to keep this between you two.

He couldn’t keep this a secret, especially when you started to cry again.

As you knocked on the front door to Jimin’s house, you felt anxious.

He’d been at an art conference for the past week for extra credit and you’d missed his texts and missed the sound of his voice. Although whatever romance that’d been brewing between you ended, you still felt a certain fondness for him—and him for you. But now he was here and so were you.

"Hey, stranger," Jimin said with a bright smile, opening the door to let you inside. Just as you brushed past him with a shy smile, he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, giving you a half-hug as he bumped his head into yours.

You laughed softly, kissing his cheek. “Missed you, too. Never leave again.”

“I might have to if Jungkook keeps glaring at me like that,” he mumbled.

Just then, you looked over your shoulder to see Noori, Jin, and Jungkook all climbing out of one vehicle—and just like Jimin said, there was that glare you missed so much. Jimin assumed it was because he hugged you but Jungkook didn’t care much about that anymore; you knew it was because of the fact that you hadn’t texted him back—or texted him in general—for the past few days.

So you were pretty sure that glare was aimed towards you.

“I can tell he’s going to be crabby all night,” you whispered to him, apologetic.

Jimin raised an eyebrow. “As opposed to his usual chipper self?”

You laughed, shoving him playfully as he walked you two inside. His living room was huge—a large couch and two arm chairs enough room to have a movie night with the fucking circus. All the furniture was pretty worn but you knew Jimin wasn’t well-off. All the cushions had at least one hole in them or puke stains, but you noted with a smile there was also residue from cleaning solutions. Glancing around as you walked past the medium-sized television, portraits and abstract paintings leant against the back of the couch. If he hadn’t told you he was at an art conference, you could’ve assumed he was anyway.

“I know. I know,” Jimin said with a laugh. “I’ll stop. He just likes you too much.”

Your eyes nearly bulged out of your skull then. “He does not like me, Jimin.”

Just then, you heard footsteps behind you and the two of you turned around. Jimin dropped his arm from around your shoulder at Jungkook’s expression, smiling uneasily and backing away from you. He still wasn’t exactly pleased you’d forgiven Jungkook—somehow you’d let it slip that he fucked you six times now—but he also wasn’t the kind of person to judge you. It wasn’t exactly his place to since he literally hoarded toilet paper in his closet.

“Make yourselves at home,” Jimin announced, walking over to his DVD collection to pick out a few movies for you to watch. “Anyone want popcorn?”

“I do!” Noori shouted excitedly, jumping up and down.

Jin followed closely behind her, steadying her shoulders when she nearly rammed her nose into the wall. When Jimin had texted you an hour before his flight back, he’d suggested you two have a movie night and asked you to bring whoever you wanted. Noori had been the first option but then came the rest.

Not like you minded that Jin had tagged along but it was more Jungkook you worried about. You’d only invited him for Noori’s sake and didn’t think he’d actually come. So when you texted him and he replied hours later, you were more than surprised at his curt answer—no sarcasm, just straight to the point.

When Jungkook plopped down on the couch, immediately whipping out his phone to scroll through his feed, you sighed in exasperation. Noori was watching him from the side of the couch nervously but because of his bad mood, she didn’t want to bother him. In fact, his sour mood was making everyone fucking uncomfortable. You thought he’d at least matured a little.

“Jungkook,” you said, quietly stepping in front of him. “Kitchen, please?”

He glanced up at you, annoyed. “Now you want to talk to me?”

“Oh, stop being so fucking dramatic,” you hissed, reaching down to grab onto his arm with both of your hands. He stood up begrudgingly, following you into the kitchen while everyone else huddled around Jimin’s DVD collection.

“Okay?” he asked, leaning against one of the kitchen counters. “What?”

“Can you please just pretend you're happy to be here?” you asked, rolling your eyes. “Noori was really excited when I told her you were coming, so if you c—”

“Noori? That’s what this is about?” he asked and pushed himself away from the counter to take a few steps towards you—to which you took a few away.

“What else would it be about?” you asked, feigning ignorance.

Jungkook shook his head then. “I can’t fucking believe you. I thought we— I thought we were doing good. I thought we were doing better than good. And then you just decide to ignore all my texts and stop talking to me. And you thought I wouldn’t be fucking mad about it? Are you serious right now?”

“No, I— I knew you would be mad but—”

“Then what? What’s your big excuse?”

“I— I was—” you started to say but lost your resolve, sighing in defeat before you spun on your heel to retreat back into the living room. You heard Jungkook groaning and then calling after you, but you couldn’t talk about this right now.

Maybe you could have this conversation if you two were alone in his frat, but you weren’t. All your friends were in the same house and in the next room.

“What are we watching?” you asked, taking a seat in the middle of the couch.

With crossed arms, Jungkook joined you on the couch, only inches keeping your thighs from touching. Once again, you were engulfed by the sheer amount of his blistering body heat. When he uncrossed his arms and leant forward, you couldn’t help watching as his hand fell to his knee, the bulging veins and stubby fingernails reminding you of where those fingers have been and done to you.

“Well, I wanted to watch Titanic but these two manly men here want to watch some horror movie. Can you please back me up? I don’t like scary movies,” Noori said, wincing at the thought of gore and jump scares.

“I like horror movies, though,” you said with a laugh.

The look Noori sent you then was chilling.

It was gone the second her eyes drifted over to Jungkook, who was staring blankly at a wall. She glanced at you for encouragement but you were doing your best to avoid all eye contact with her. You might have given her the go ahead but you didn’t exactly want to fucking witness the two of them flirting.

“I’m gonna make some popcorn,” you announced, standing up more quickly than you planned on when you felt Jungkook’s thigh brush against yours.

This was your way of helping her without having to fucking see it.

Everyone made a murmur of agreement, bringing their attention back to Jimin’s extremely organized DVD collection. Noori kept trying to hide all the horror movies in another pile but was easily caught by Jin from his spot beside her.

“Noori,” Jin scolded with a laugh. “Stop hoarding all the movies.”

He snatched one out of her hand from its place behind her back, holding it over her head and out of her reach. Biting his arm, he let out a yelp in complete shock and let the DVD fall into her lap. Smirking, she stuck her tongue out.

“Give me the pile, Noori.” She scooted away from him. “Noori, I mean it—”

Walking into the kitchen, you realized you had no idea where anything was. It wasn’t like Jimin gave you a guided tour of how his kitchen was organized the last time you were here—you were just given a tour of that dick. So you had to sort through the cupboards on your own, fingers grazing wine glasses and measuring cups as you searched for a large bowl to put the popcorn in.

After you settled for five small bowls, you grabbed one of the packets of popcorn from the opened box Jimin left out for you on the counter. And as you started the timer, you watched silently as the kernels started to pop in the bag.

You really hated being a decent person, you realized. Only a decent person wouldn’t want to fuck Jungkook just because of what other people thought, so he’d been right; that was the only thing stopping you. If you two were stranded on a deserted island, there would be nothing stopping you from letting him take you from behind a palm tree. Wouldn’t that be a dream come true? Just being able to fuck him whenever and wherever you wanted. You couldn’t help but wonder why all his ex-girlfriends dumped him. What you said to him in the truck that time was just you trying to hurt him—and it worked. But once again, you realized you knew nothing about him or his life. It was all a mystery to you.

And then, the timer on the microwave went off.

Grabbing a tray from one of the bottom drawers beside the oven, you organized all five bowls filled to the brim with salty, buttery deliciousness. Just as you turned around to head back into the living room, you froze in your tracks.

Noori had moved from sitting next to Jimin and Jin on the wooden floor beside the wooden shelf organizer that held all his DVDs. Instead, she was sitting next to Jungkook and actually talking to him. Of course, he was his “normal” self as he always was around other people—quietly listening, a small smile on his face—but he wasn’t leaning away from her. It was like— Was he flirting with her?

Get a fucking grip, you told yourself. This was what you fucking wanted.

And as you stepped around the back of the couch, placing the tray of popcorn on the coffee table, you tried so fucking hard not to openly gape at them. You tried to act unaffected as you sat in one of the armchairs instead of the couch, as Noori stole your seat. Even when she apologized for it, you only felt hollow.

You realized then that you couldn’t pretend not to care when you did.

When the movie started—a classic horror movie, much to Noori’s dismay—you shrunk in your seat, trying to make yourself disappear. You knew you couldn’t be jealous of her and couldn’t be so fucking bothered by it, but you were.

And as you curled into the chair, you didn’t realize a pair of eyes watching you.

Something was fucking weird.

Jungkook glanced over at you for what felt like the thousandth time, snoring softly to yourself in the ball you curled into on the armchair. Your roommate hadn’t left his side for even one second for the duration of the first movie or even the second, which was now a chick flick. No wonder you fell asleep.

And your roommate did, too—whatever her name was.

He shrugged off her hands wrapped gently around his bicep, watching carefully as they fell into her lap and she arched her back tiredly, waking up for one second before turning away from Jungkook and resting her head against the back of the couch to doze off once again. When he heard her steady breathing once again, he slowly stood from the couch and made his way over to you.

Jungkook was used to the sight of you asleep—as the two of you would frequently sleep in the same room whenever your parents got drunk and couldn’t even manage to walk next-door to sleep in their own beds—but something felt different as he stared down at you, hand outstretched.

Your eyebrows were furrowed, lips parting as your cheek was smushed into the arm of the chair. He had no idea what he even wanted to talk to you about, just that he wanted to talk to you. As fucking pissed off at you as he was, he had to fix things even if it wasn’t his fault this time. Jungkook kind of figured this was because of your roommate, as she couldn’t keep her hands off him the entire night—with either just slapping his arm playfully, grabbing his shoulder, or patting the back of his hand thoughtfully. But he just wasn’t interested.

And you didn’t seem to be either with how you avoided eye contact.

You’d tried to play the matchmaker but he just didn’t fucking care about her. For fuck’s sake—he couldn’t even remember her god damn name and you thought tonight would be the perfect opportunity for you to just play fucking cupid.

But he understood it a little—anything to make it seem like you were a good friend. You were trying so hard to not be the bad guy that it was hurting you; he could see it so plainly every time he looked over at you. Jungkook knew you weren’t jealous but you were putting someone else’s happiness over yours—whether or not that happiness came from his dick inside you. It wasn’t just this that was hurting you but for always doing this. You didn’t seem to think your happiness was fucking worth anything, at least compared to anyone else’s.

A throat being cleared brought Jungkook out of his thoughts, pulling his hand from its place in mid-air when Jin walked behind him, nudging his head in the direction of the kitchen; he wanted to talk to him but not to wake anyone else.

"What?” Jungkook hissed under his breath once they were alone.

“I’m going to ask you a favor,” Jin said, face looking gloomy. “I don’t know if she told you or not but there was some... guy at her work yesterday night.”

He immediately knew he was talking about you.

“What?” Jungkook raised an eyebrow at that. “What guy?”

Jin rubbed the back of his neck, looking anxiously over at you still asleep in the living room. He was doing this for your sake, he had to tell himself. Just because he was so busy with his internship he couldn’t help you.

Or at least as much as he wanted to.

“She didn’t tell you?”

Jungkook didn’t have the patience for this.

“What fucking guy, Jin?” he sneered. “What happened?”

“I picked her up from work a few days ago,” he said, closing his eyes tightly at the memory. “She texted me saying she just needed a ride last minute but when I got there— When I got there, there was this guy harassing her at the counter.”

“What kind of guy?” Jungkook tried to remain calm, knowing you didn’t tell him for exactly this reason. “What was he doing to her? Is she okay?”

“I don’t know,” Jin answered. “I didn’t hear anything when I got there but I knew he was bothering her. I’d never seen her look so scared before, so I told her—”

“Just get to the point already,” Jungkook cut in with narrowed eyes.

Jin let out a sigh at that. “I didn’t tell her this but... after she got in my car, I was talking to him inside the gas station and he kept asking me if I was having sex with her—for a better term than how he described it. Said he wanted a ‘turn’ after I was done with her. It was just— I understood why she was so scared. Eventually he left and I thought that was the end of it but then she told me what happened and—” Jungkook fists clenched at his sides. “She said he seemed nice at first, until he started pressuring her to go on a date with him. And that’s when he called her a slut and was overall very defensive, cornering her and not letting her leave. He didn’t seem to care she told him to leave several times—”

“I can’t fucking listen to this,” Jungkook quickly interrupted him, placing his hands over his eyes as he paced the kitchen. “I can’t fucking— Is he gone? Please tell me you called the cops and he’s rotting in a fucking cell. Please.”

“No,” Jin replied. “I wanted to but she didn’t.”

“He’s still out there?!” Jungkook shouted.

It was one thing to stop talking to him because you felt guilty but to fail to tell him something like this— If you were afraid of him going ballistic, then you were fucking right because he was about to have an aneurysm. He didn’t even want to think about how your dad would react to all this. Jungkook knew for a fact that he owned a shotgun and knew how to fucking use it. That promise he made to your mom seemed like so long ago now but he had to keep it—he would make sure you were safe no matter what he had to fucking do.

“What a piece of shit,” Jungkook seethed. “Is he coming back?”

“I don’t know, Jungkook,” Jin calmly replied. “That’s why I’m telling you. I have my internship and then my grad program to worry about. I just don’t have— Of course I’m worried about her but she didn’t seem to want my help. And I figured since you two are childhood friends that maybe... Maybe you could talk to her.”

Jungkook didn’t even bother to correct Jin on that last statement. He suddenly felt exhausted at this information. What the fuck was he supposed to do?

“She’s so fucking stubborn,” Jungkook grumbled. “If she would’ve just called the police, then I wouldn’t have such a huge fucking migraine right now.”

“You’ll talk to her, right?” Jin asked, crossing his arms.

The clock adjacent to the back door sounded as his mind raced. He was really fucking pissed actually that you didn’t even think about telling him. Jin had been your first choice—not him. And after everything he said the other day, Jungkook thought maybe that would’ve meant something. Apparently not.

“You really think that’ll do anything? She’s not talking to me right now anyway.”

“Jungkook.” He raised his head to look at Jin then. “Don’t do anything stupid.”

“She’s really going to kill me,” Jungkook muttered under his breath. “Relax. I won’t do anything... bad. Just maybe... I don’t know. I’ll figure it out.”

Jin nodded, eyeing him warily, then headed back into the living room.

Alone in the kitchen, Jungkook placed his palms flat on the counter to calm down. Maybe Jin scared this guy off and he was just being paranoid. Just the idea of some guy harassing you, though, it made his blood boil. Who the fuck calls a girl a slut just because she won’t go out with him? He was pleasantly surprised this hadn’t happened sooner, given how fucking hot you were—but it’s not like he wanted this to happen to you. It’s just that ever since you graduated, he’d been noticing more and more how hot you were—your big, curious eyes, your perky ass, your sexy voice, your fucking moans. The fact that Jungkook had been your first college fuck drove him crazy. He wanted to teach you everything his noonas taught him and just make you beg for him.

But that was a little difficult considering you weren’t talking to him.

Again.

When he finally lowered his blood pressure, he walked back into the living room to see one of the end table lamps on, you having moved from your spot in the armchair to the couch next to your roommate. She was still asleep—of course—but you'd draped a blanket over both of your legs. Jungkook sat beside you then, watching you carefully. He was trying to see if you were still freaked out from yesterday or if you were worried, but you didn’t seem to be. For being called a slut, you were taking things pretty well and that fucking worried him.

“Why are you staring at me?” you asked, breaking the silence with a whisper.

Jungkook blinked. “I’m not staring,” he lied, quickly looking away.

“Right... Now you’re not.”

Just then, Noori stirred and rolled around until her face fell against the arm of the couch, which caused you and Jungkook to watch her cautiously. After a few strands of her long, black hair fell in her face, you absentmindedly tucked them behind her ear. Jungkook could only stare at the back of your head, focusing on one corner of your lip quirking up fondly at the sight of Noori peacefully asleep.

“Thank you,” you breathed out in a small voice.

“For what?” he asked then.

It was just the four of you in the living room, as Jin went up the stairs to use the bathroom and had been up there for the past few minutes. Jimin was clocked out in the armchair on the opposite side of the couch that yours was, drooling unattractively with his head tilted against the back of it, legs spread out. You’d woken up to the sound of Jungkook yelling at in the kitchen—not having any idea what Jin could possibly want to talk to him about—but you were curious.

“For talking to her,” you whispered, continuing to pet her hair gently. “I know you were pissed off at me but thank you. She really likes you a lot, you know?”

“I didn’t do it for you,” he said, avoiding eye contact.

He really didn’t. Your roommate was so talkative and full of life—it was hard for him not to smile at her when she was in her own little world, talking about anything that came to mind. She was just one of those people that had a limitless stream of thoughts that she felt had to be voiced at all times.

Although she’d talked to him through the whole movie, he hadn’t minded.

You looked taken aback. “You didn’t? Then why?”

“I just get why you’re so protective of her,” he simply said.

Jungkook watched your reaction—blinking in stunned silence and digging your nails into the couch cushion. He raised an eyebrow then and you looked away.

“She told me that she thought you’d never notice her,” you mumbled quietly. “I didn’t think you would either so I’m a little bit... surprised. I gave her your number too, so don’t ignore her if she texts you. She really fucking likes you.” You paused, glancing at him anxiously. “I don’t want you to break her heart.”

He knew you so well at this point that he knew that was lie almost instantly.

“No.” Turning to look at him, you raised an eyebrow. “It’s not like that.”

“Then what?” you asked seemingly annoyed, raising your voice unintentionally.

“It’s—” He hesitated, then narrowed his eyes at your expression. “Wait—why do I feel like you’re getting mad? I was just fucking doing what you wanted me to.”

You swallowed thickly at that, looking at him with furrowed eyebrows.

“Just forget it,” you mumbled, shaking your head.

Jungkook’s jaw hung open as he watched you stand up so quickly he was convinced you were going to fall on your ass, but then you were storming into the ill-lit kitchen, not even bothering to turn on the lights. His head fell against the back of the couch then, feeling a headache coming on. It was nearly one o’clock in the morning and he really just wanted to fucking sleep but no—he knew the second he followed after you it was going to become a bloodbath.

The floorboards creaked beneath Jungkook’s feet as he went after you with dread, closing the door behind him. However, he had to keep in mind it was only made of glass and you two would still have to keep your voices down.

“No, you don’t get to do that,” he whispered angrily as soon as he reached you standing off to the side by the dining room table. “You don’t get to be pissed off at me—I’m pissed off at you.” He grabbed your upper arm then to whirl you around and face him with a glare. “Fucking tell me what’s going on right now.”

You closed your eyes, shrugging off his tight grip on your arm. “Nothing... Nothing, okay?” Lowering your head, your hands covered your face as you sighed in exasperation. “I’m just confused. God, I am so fucking confused.”

“Then care to fill me in?” he asked, jaw clenching.

Jungkook didn’t understand what you could possibly be mad about—all he did was what you fucking wanted him to do. Unless you were just saying that so you didn’t feel guilty and didn’t actually want him to talk to your roommate.

“I can’t fix anything if you don’t tell me what’s wrong,” Jungkook mumbled.

“You’re making it worse by not being a dick,” you said with a groan.

He choked out a laugh then. “What? I’m so fucking confused. Do you— Do you want me to be a fucking asshole to you then? To make things easier for you?”

You shook your head. “No, I just— Things were so much easier when we just used each other for sex and now— Now, I’m so confused by... what I’m feeling.” You licked across the seam of your lips, your mouth dry. “I know I’m just— I know it feels like I’m just toying with you but I promise I’m not. I’m just so scared, Jungkook. I’m so scared that I just don’t know what to fucking do.”

“What?” he asked, not taking his eyes off you. “What are you scared of?”

“You were right,” you said quietly, ignoring his question. “I was— I am scared of what’s happening between us. It scares me so much because I’ve never been this selfish. I’ve always put other people first but I just can’t take it anymore. I can’t.” You weren’t trying to keep your voice down anymore—just trying to make him understand why you were being like this. “I’m so scared that if we start doing... this... it won’t ever stop. And I don’t k-know what to fucking do.”

“Okay, then let me tell you what I think—you can’t keep messing with my fucking head,” Jungkook told you, jaw set. “I mean it. If you do something like this again, I’m really going to be done. Did you not like seeing me with Noori? Is that what this is about?” He paused when he realized something. “You’re just jealous? Would you have even fucking said anything to me if you weren’t?”

When all he was met with was silence, that’s when he lost it.

“No, you wouldn’t have, would you? You just feel threatened that I could want to stick my cock into someone else just as much as you,” he sneered. “You keep telling me I’m the fucking asshole when you’re just as much of an asshole as I am. Do you know how much it’s getting me off that I’m not giving you what you want?” You glared at him, which made it even better. “This is pissing you off, isn’t it? Maybe I’ll just fucking go back in there and slip my hand down her pants. She’d let me, wouldn’t she? And that’s why you’re so fucking mad.”

Things had just gone from bad to worse; Jungkook had officially lost it.

So much for not wanting to be a dick, he told himself. But he just couldn’t stop himself—what you were basically telling him was that you didn’t want anything to do with him but he couldn’t even look at another girl, not even your roommate. And that shit wasn’t going to fucking fly with him.

“Jungkook,” you hissed, “keep your voice down.”

“What? Afraid she’s going to hear us?” he asked, sarcastically. And almost as if he wanted you to get just as pissed off as him, he raised his voice. “Hear about how we fucked in that convenience store bathroom just because we couldn’t go anywhere else without your parents knowing about it? Just because you’re that fucking loud? Jesus fucking Christ—I don’t want to be a fucking dick to you right now... Not after the other day... but you're making me do this. I’m so fucking sick of this. Just make up your mind about what you want—fuck!”

“Stop fucking yelling at me!” you cried out, tears welling in your eyes. “Please just stop. I don’t want to spend tonight fighting with you.” Exhaling shakily, you wiped under your eyes with the front of your wrists. “I’m sorry, okay? I was just trying to do the right fucking thing—for Noori, for you, for everyone. I’m trying so hard to make everyone happy all the fucking time that it’s h-hurting me.”

Jungkook opened his mouth to cut in but you held up your hand.

“I fucking get it, okay? I can’t make up my mind and I’m just stringing you along, right?” You breathed out shakily. “I’m just some s-stupid fucking slut who keeps fucking making all the wrong decisions. I tried to do the right thing for Noori but that was wrong. And if I try to do the right thing for you, she’ll find out and hate me—no matter how much I want to do the wrong thing. I’m under so much pressure right now and the one thing that makes me forget is wrong.”

When he reached for your hands, you stepped back.

“No!” you shouted, tears trailing past your cheeks now. Lowering your voice, you said out of breath, “Don’t f-fucking touch me. It’s so fucking easy for you to think I’m just doing this to make myself feel better—that I don’t actually care about Noori—but I care. I'm just so confused. I don’t want to do this with you but I also do because I want you so fucking badly. If you— If you think that I’m just pretending to care about her to stroke my ego, then I fucking hate you.”

Jungkook threw his head back as he groaned. “Shit... Of course I don’t think that... Jesus—don’t cry. I— I said it like an asshole but you can't just keep fucking with my head. You can have me. You could have me right now if you wanted to. You hear me? I’m right here. Stop making things hard on yourself.”

“I’m n-not crying,” you attempted to say, lips trembling.

That’s what you’re concerned about? Jungkook asked himself.

“What? You get a branch caught in your eye or something?”

You snorted, wiping at your nose as you sniffled.

“Come on,” he said softly. “I'm not yelling at you anymore.”

Nodding, you dabbed under your eyes with your sleeve, grimacing at the black smears from your mascara ruining the white polyster. Jungkook wondered to himself then how he could've ever possibly not felt even an ounce of guilt for making you cry like that in the past—because he fucking knew he’d done it countless times without giving a shit. Now, though, he couldn’t stand it.

“Are we okay now?” Jungkook asked, watching you carefully.

You sighed, then nodded. “I’m really sorry. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me. Of course you’d never try anything with her but why should I care anyway?” Pushing yourself away from the wall, you sighed again. “I know I shouldn’t care but I do. Just do whatever you want—I won’t say anything.”

He grabbed your arm then. “Do you really think I just don’t give a shit about the fact that Jimin kept eye-fucking you? Because I do. But the difference is I’m not going to start shit with you that’s not even your fault. I’m over it—you two probably fucking boned on that couch out there but there’s not really anything I can do about that, is there? Maybe if I wasn’t such an asshole and realized sooner how much fun it is to get you off... we wouldn’t be even having this conversation right now and we’d be back at my place fucking. But I’m not gonna focus on what could’ve been. Shit happens. Call me an optimist.”

You breathed out a half-laugh. “You’re anything but an optimist, Jungkook.”

Jungkook’s chest felt lighter then—to fight with you and not have it end with you walking away again. Maybe you had anger issues and you were a pain in the ass sometimes, but the same could be fucking said about him.

“You’re not an optimist either,” he rasped out, grinning.

Laughing softly to yourself, you tucked your hands behind your back as you leant against the wall. Sighing then, you asked, “Why are you being so nice?”

Jungkook raised an eyebrow. “In general or right now?”

“In general...” you mumbled, staring at your feet. “Are you just being nice because you want to fuck me or—or is it something else?”

“I won’t lie.” Your eyes darted to his at that. “I do want to fuck you. I’m trying to fix things because I want to fuck you but that doesn’t mean I don’t care. All right? It’s kind of like...” He paused, glancing around the kitchen as he gathered his thoughts. “It’s like a relationship where two people fuck and that’s it. But that doesn’t mean I don’t like you. I just won’t ever love you, you know?”

Nodding, you smiled at that. “That makes sense.”

“I wasn’t finished,” he said. “I wanna fuck you and that’s all it is but... We’re not just friends with benefits, are we? I’ve known you since the sixth fucking grade and it’s only now we’re talking like this. So yeah, I fucking love boning you but I’m also trying to make up for all that shit I said to you back then, too. Right?”

You smiled up at him then. “Yeah.”

It was like his hands couldn’t stop themselves when he reached forward to grab your waist, slipping under your shirt to massage your bare skin.

“Would you say we’re friends now?” he asked suddenly.

“Well, I wouldn’t go that far,” you answered with a grin.

He shot you a smirk at that. “Half friends?”

His hand slid further under your shirt, yanking you to him so your clothed chests were touching. Drumming his fingers against the skin just below your bra, his gaze trailed to your lips. Your lips parted unconsciously and he grinned.

“Half friends...” you whispered as you closed your eyes.

Pleased with your answer, he suddenly spun you around. Your eyes flew open at the feeling of his bulge pressed into your ass, sighing when the hand under your shirt drifted upwards to cup one of your breasts over your bra. Even through the material, he could feel your nipple hardening and pinched it between his thumb and forefinger, causing your head to fall like a dead weight against his shoulder in a daze. His other hand, which had been gripping your side, slipped into the front of your jean shorts. However, because of how tight they were, he couldn’t touch you where he wanted to without limited mobility.

You whimpered as his fingers cupping your breast came to help his other hand unbutton your shorts. Once he tugged at the zipper, you felt him finally slipping his warm, calloused fingers into your underwear, groaning to himself at how dripping wet you were for him. His middle finger then teased your clit before rubbing vigorously at the nub, flicking at it before plunging into your pussy.

“Why are you so wet?” he grunted out, amazed out how easily his finger could thrust in and out of your hole. “I barely touched you...” Pausing as he thought about it, you felt his grin against your sweaty neck then. “It’s because we’re not supposed to be doing this, isn’t it? It turns you on that we could get caught?”

One of your hands went to grab the sleeve of his shirt in desperation when he began to rock his finger into you rhythmically, jostling your back into his chest.

The two of you could faintly hear another movie starting in the living room, indicating that someone was awake, but you didn’t tell him to stop. Gasps and sighs flew out your mouth as he increased the speed of his finger, adding his index to the mix. Just as he did, he pressed his chin on your shoulder as he watched his fingers ease out of you, cheekily grinning at the satisfied moans leaving your mouth. You shivered when his thumb came back to your clit, circling it teasingly with his nail but never completely pressing down on it.

“Do you like that?” he whispered into your ear, feeling his erection grow in size just from how slick his fingers were with your wetness. Fuck—he just slipped in and out of you. The squelching sounds were driving him insane. “Motherfuck—”

You began grinding into his hand when the sensations got more intense, clawing at his sleeves and hair for something to grab onto. Standing on your tip toes, your hand flew to your mouth just as it concealed a loud moan from escaping. You panted, mouth opening and closing silently from the pleasure.

“D-Deeper,” you managed to get out, jaw dropping when he obeyed.

His fingers were so long that he was reaching so much farther inside of you than you ever could. You could feel his heavy breathing against the side of your neck as he went deeper and deeper, fucking you so hard with his fingers that your legs began to shake. Watching you cum had been one of the hottest things he’d ever seen and he was going to fucking try to get you there.

And right before he could, that was when Jimin chose that moment to walk in.

“I heard yelling in here and— Oh.” Jimin immediately faced away from you two at the sight of Jungkook’s hand down your pants and your blushing face. “Guys... It’s the middle of the night. Couldn’t you have waited till tomorrow?”

Jungkook regrettably pulled his hand out of your pussy, grumbling to himself about how he couldn’t get you to cum. Trying not to sound out of breath, you stepped away from Jungkook to zip up your shorts before looking at Jimin.

“Sorry, Jimin,” you mumbled, embarrassed. “We were just—”

“I don’t want to know,” he cut in. “You guys know Noori’s out there, right?”

Jimin didn’t give you a chance to say anything else before he was walking back into the living room, shaking his head. Glancing over your shoulder at Jungkook, your eyes widened at the sight of him reaching into his boxers.

He was painfully hard and didn’t think his boner would go away any time soon if he didn’t do something about it—especially if he was going to be in the same room as you. At least if he came, he would be able to control himself slightly.

“What?” Jungkook asked innocently. “I can’t fucking go in there like this.”

Biting into your lip, you couldn’t take your eyes off his bulge.

“Unless you want to help me out?”

Glaring at him, you said monotonously, “Somehow I’ll resist the temptation.”

And as you closed the door, you glanced through the glass to see him off to the side furiously pumping his length as he tried to cum quickly. He’d never demanded you give him a blow job or even a hand job, which didn’t go unnoticed by you. So maybe you would surprise him later and do just that.

Noori’s eyes snapped open in the middle of the third movie.

When did she even fall asleep? The last thing she remembered was leaning against Jungkook’s shoulder halfway through the second horror movie about a gang of possessed clowns that murdered people. At the thought of Jungkook, she remembered how sturdy his shoulder was and how nice it felt to rest her head there—even for a few seconds. She knew she’d been babbling the whole night but she was just so nervous around him. He was so handsome and nice. Noori wasn’t used to nice—she was used to douchebag frat boys who only wanted one thing. Never once did he even interrupt her—just smiled and listened attentively. Her feelings for him had amplified in just one night.

Her neck ached from the awkward position and just when she leaned her head to the side to crack it, something from her peripheral vision caught her eye—you resting your head against Jungkook’s shoulder. There was a noticeable difference between how close his right thigh was to your bare one and how another person could almost fit in the space between him and Noori. Her eyebrows furrowed at that. Hadn’t you been sitting in one of the arm chairs?

She knew you'd been trying so hard to give her encouragement to talk to him all night—and she managed to talk to him through a majority of the movies—but somehow, it felt like it wasn’t enough. He hated you, you had claimed. Yet, why was he sitting so close to you right now? Why was he so far away from her?

Noori couldn’t tear her eyes away from his cheek cradling your head into his neck. Your fingers were splayed over his stomach while one of his arms was wrapped around your waist. It seemed like second-nature for him to hold onto you even while he was unconscious—and that made Noori’s stare harden.

Vaguely, she remembered waking up in a half-asslep daze during the credits of the last movie to hear your raised voices in the kitchen, but apparently you two made up. Somehow that left a bitter taste in her mouth. Why had you sat next to him on the couch instead of going back to sleep in your chair? Something wasn’t clicking—the hickeys and red, plump lips that one morning, how you never seemed to be at the dorm anymore, your overall attitude towards him...

After staring for what felt like hours, your eyes blinked open, rubbing at them with the back of your wrist sleepily. Noori instinctively leant back against the couch, pretending she was still asleep. Jungkook then stirred next to Noori and she strained her ears to listen to what you were saying—whispering to him.

“Sorry,” you whispered to him. “Is your shoulder okay?”

Noori didn’t dare open her eyes, but she felt the couch shifting under Jungkook’s weight as he—presumably—faced you.

“Now that you mention it...” he trailed off. “Your head is fucking heavy.”

The back of his shoulder accidentally brushed against Noori’s head when you shoved him playfully, snickering. You didn’t seem to notice, however, and then she felt the couch shifting under your weight again before she heard a sigh.

“I wanna go home,” you mumbled sleepily. “This couch is hurting my neck.”

Jungkook shifted again and then he pulled something out of his back pocket. “It’s almost 3:30 right now. You think anyone would notice if we just left?”

“Jungkook,” you scolded, “we can’t just fucking leave.”

His head fell against the back of the couch then. “Ah, come on. No one will care. They’ll just think I took you early in the morning back to your dorm.”

It was silent as Noori assumed you were actually considering it.

“I don’t know...” you mumbled after a few seconds.

“We can pick up where we left off with my hands dow—”

You shoved at Jungkook again. “Jungkook, she’s right there.”

“What? She’s asleep,” he whispered. “Come on. Let’s go.”

Noori just heard the sound of the two of you standing up and assumed you were making your way to the front door. The door accidentally slammed shut a moment later and she heard you scolding him loudly outside the front door.

Your laughter grew fainter with each step as she assumed you two were just walking to your dorm—or even to his frat—as Jin drove everyone except you to Jimin’s house the previous night. Noori was riddling herself with what you two could possibly be doing. She thought you hated him. Why were you going anywhere with him? You weren’t being entirely honest, she realized.

And when Noori woke up the next morning, she knew why you were gone.

It was another quiet night at the gas station.

The only evidence you had of even talking to another person was when Jungkook texted you out of nowhere thirty minutes ago. The weird part was he asked if you were working tonight but never explained why—just stopped replying altogether when you told him your shift ended around 11 PM.

You just chalked it off as him wanting to fuck you—or at least again after the other night when you went to his frat. God... That was so fucking good. The second his house came into view, he shoved you through the front door and immediately tackled you to the couch, ordering you to get on all fours. Then he got you off twice with just the tip of his cock before he slammed into you. Just thinking about it was making your mouth water. If you wouldn’t have ignored him, you could’ve fucking spent the past few days like that. You were an idiot.

Things were so ambiguous between you two, though. What were you? Friends? Fuck buddies? You hadn’t made a move on him at all since then—as if one of you was waiting for the other person to take the first step. Then again, you’d only started talking to him again a few days ago so things were a bit strained.

Did you want him to fuck you again? God, yes. Admittedly, you stopped giving a shit if Noori found out or not, even though you knew you did. You realized you just stopped giving a shit about the consequences. It wasn’t like you were going to rub it in her face— and you would make sure she didn’t find out.

Jungkook didn’t know that—not yet at least. You still had to talk to him about that and set up some ground rules, like how you wanted to be exclusive; no more of him fucking around with his noonas. That was the major topic of discussion but you just had no fucking clue how to bring it up. Maybe you could during sex and then he’d agree to just about anything. But that also ignored the fact that you were worse than him during sex—just a fucking shell of a person.

With his cock in you, your soul left your body and ascended to heaven.

The bell above the glass door leading into the parking lot rang suddenly, you lifting your head up from intensely reading a column in some magazine about what makes men go wild in bed. To your discomfort, it was all about “making love” and other romantic bullshit like that. Then again, you doubted any college girl would take sex tips seriously when one of them was titled, “Randy Rub-A-Dub-Dub.” You didn’t need their help since you could probably do just about anything and Jungkook would pop a boner—and that wasn’t you being vain, just acknowledging the fact that he was a giant slut who got hard at everything.

“Hell—” you started to say in greeting until you recognized the hooded figure.

Immediately, you stepped away from the counter, reaching for the phone.

“Wait!” he exclaimed. “Before you call the cops on me, hear me out—please.”

Begrudgingly, you let go of your grip on the phone with a glare.

“Okay,” he breathed out shakily. “I know what you’re thinking, but I came back here to apologize. That’s it. I’m not going to hurt you or anything. I was— I was way out of line and I’m really sorry I called you a slut. Can you forgive me?”

What the fuck kind of bullshit apology was that? you asked yourself.

“Fine,” you muttered. “Accepted, so can you leave now?”

“Th-That’s it?” he asked, frowning. “I worked hard on that apology—practiced in front of a fucking mirror and everything—and that’s all you’re going to say?”

“Would you like a fucking medal for being a halfway decent person?”

Just as he opened his mouth, a familiar angry expression morphing his features unattractively, you saw a pair of bright headlights through the window.

And a familiar white toyota pick-up truck pulling into the parking lot.

“Oh, no,” you mumbled under your breath, then hissed at him from across the counter, “You need to leave right now. I’m saying this for your own good.”

You didn’t like him and wished him harm but not so much harm he couldn’t see out of his right eye. Did that make you a halfway decent person? Well, at least you didn’t pass the time calling every girl who rejected you a slut just for fun.

“What? Are you threatening m—”

A car door slammed then and you knew it was too late for him. You hadn’t the slightest idea how Jungkook had any idea about what happened the other day—unless of course Jin told him—so you just hoped this was a coincidence.

A few seconds later, the bell rang again and there he was in the flesh.

“Hey!” Jungkook yelled, pausing in the doorway. “Back the fuck off.”

Something told you that Jin told him and you cursed him in your head. Although, you were sure Jin had his reasons for telling Jungkook but you had begged him not to call the police or tell Jungkook. Honestly, you would have preferred he just call the police instead of Jungkook. At least the cops had some authority on dishing out justice but Jungkook did whatever he wanted.

“Jungkook,” you started to say, “it’s okay. He was just leaving.”

Surprisingly, he seemed to listen to you just as he went to walk around Jungkook, but not before Jungkook grabbed ahold of the front of his shirt.

“Not so fast, you ass hat.” Jungkook then got in his face, easily towering over him with an intimidating glare. He grabbed onto the collar of his hoodie, licking the seam of his lips as he took in a deep breath. “I finally got my fucking hands on you. Wow—you’re a lot uglier than I thought. Where do you get off thinking you have even a chance with her here? Look at her and then look at you.”

“What the—” He glanced at you then but you avoided all eye contact with him. “Who the hell is this guy? How many fucking boyfriends do you have?” Shoving at Jungkook’s hand, he heard a rip in the material of his shirt. “And what’s wrong with my face? You trying to pick a fight with me right now, fucker?”

Jungkook threw his head back as he laughed sarcastically. “Are you a fucking vampire? In what fucking world would a girl like her ever go on a fucking date with you? And besides, you didn’t want a date—you just wanted to fuck her.”

“Wha— What the fuc—”

“I’m right, huh?” Jungkook asked, folding his arms. “Make a shrine, even print out a fucking picture of her and jerk off to it—I don’t give a shit—but your garbanzo bean of a cock isn’t coming anywhere near her, you fuckwad.”

“Oh, my god...” you muttered to yourself, embarrassed. Palming your face, you wished you could just open your eyes and both of them would be gone.

“Jesus—” The guy in the hoodie looked stunned, glancing between you and Jungkook. “You assholes are perfect for each other. A slut and her dickwad boyfriend—or one of them at least. Have him fight all your battles for you then.”

“Call her a slut one more time and you’ll just see how much of a dickwad I can be.” Jungkook took a step forward, nose brushing against his face as his chest shoved him backwards. “She could fucking wipe the floor with your ass but she’s on the clock right now—and that’s why you’re here. You know she can’t say shit to you right now. Fucking coward. Learn how to take ‘no’ for an answer first and maybe you’ll get laid before you move out of your mom’s basement.”

It was eerily silent then—with Jungkook grinning like he’d just dropped one of the sickest burns on this guy’s head. You could just see him shaking in rage and you really wished Jungkook would’ve let you take care of this on your own.

“All right, fucker,” the guy began, quietly. “You can call me whatever you fucking want but don’t bring my fucking mom into this. Just because you probably live in some cum-stained mansion with your bros doesn’t make you any better.”

Jungkook maturely chose not to say anything to that.

“This bitch isn’t worth my time or yours,” he said with a scoff, already walking around Jungkook towards the front door. “All I wanted to do was fucking apologize but now I really wish I hadn’t wasted my fucking time. Maybe I should’ve just waited until her shift ended, huh?” Jungkook’s eyes flashed, challenging him to even fucking finish that train of thought. “Just follow her home and then drag her off somewhere? And then I’d just..." He made a circle with one of his hands, poking through the space in it with his other finger. “I’d make sure to drug her up first because her pussy wouldn’t be able to handle—”

You saw Jungkook’s fist clench right before he smashed it into his jaw.

Your hands flew to cover your mouth, a loud thud echoing in the gas station when the impact caused his head to smack into the side of the counter, collapsing face down on the hard, tiled flooring. You glanced at Jungkook, then leant over the worn counter to get a glimpse at him, but he was unconscious.

It seemed even Jungkook was surprised at how hard he’d hit him, as he looked down at his swollen knuckles then, grimacing at the pain from the impact.

“Shit...” he muttered to himself, kicking at the guy unconscious on the floor.

“Jungkook,” you gasped out, covering your mouth. “What did you do?”

“I was just trying to scare him off...” When he kicked him hard in the knee and the guy didn’t even budge, that’s when he knew he fucked up. “Shit— I didn’t— I didn’t mean to fucking knock him out but he was just... Then I kind of just—”

Honestly, you didn’t even feel even the tiniest bit sorry for him.

What he said about you just now made you sick. You could never trust anyone, no matter how nice they appeared. And what if you had agreed to go on a date with him? Would he have drugged you up and had his way with you anyway? Regardless if you fucking said ‘yes’ or ‘no’? At that, you swallowed thickly.

“You piece of fucking shit.” Jungkook shook his head, staring down at him with so much hatred. “You don’t even fucking joke about something like that. Who the fuck says that to a girl? I wish you were still conscious so I could beat the living shit out of you like you deserve—fuck!” He kicked him in the side then, lips curling as he glared down at him. “You’re scum of the fucking earth.”

Although you were touched, you also wondered why Jungkook cared so much.

“You really think he’d force himself on me?” you asked quietly, breaking the silence. Jungkook was staring holes into his closed eyes now that the hood had fallen off, no longer obscuring his face. “Is that a-all he wanted from the start?”

“I mean, that’s all any guy fucking wants—just look at me. I don’t know if he would’ve but we’re not going to give him a chance to.” Jungkook kicked him one last time—in the balls for good measure—and reached for the door handle. Pausing, he looked behind him. “Get your stuff. I’m taking you home right now.”

Nodding, you glanced down at the guy still lying unconscious on the floor—his lip was split pretty bad and you could see the beginning of a giant bruise right where Jungkook punched him. Jungkook then bent down to grab ahold of the back of his calves, dragging him outside the gas station on the cemented sidewalk. He didn’t seem to care that his head smacked into the side of the door on the way out; he’d already decked him in the face, so why not?

And maybe someone would assume he just had too much to drink.

Sliding the strap of your purse over your shoulder, you quickly counted your drawer and then shut off all the lights just a few minutes before your shift officially ended, locking up behind you. Once you got into his truck, you breathed out shakily, the guy’s form illuminated by Jungkook’s headlights.

What would you have done if Jungkook wasn’t there? You could say you could take care of yourself all you wanted but would you have been able to fight him off? Your lip trembled at that, especially when you remembered your dorm was at least several blocks away from the gas station. If you managed to fight him off, he could’ve just followed you anyway. Why were some guys so fucking vile?

At that thought, you turned to look at Jungkook reaching for his car keys in his front jean pocket. Glancing down at his fist, you saw how swollen they were and felt so fucking grateful he came—so grateful that Jin had told him.

Before Jungkook could even get his keys in the ignition, you leant over the center console and grabbed both of his cheeks to peck him on the lips.

It was a fleeting kiss but even when you pulled away, his eyes were closed.

“I take it you’re not pissed at me then?” Jungkook asked, opening his eyes.

“Thank you,” you whispered, then settled yourself back into your seat. “Maybe you shouldn’t have punched him but... I really don’t care. How could he fucking— How can a person just say that to someone with a shit-eating grin like that?” You paused, a cold shudder running down your spine. “Maybe that was what he was really planning to do if I didn’t—” Your vision blurred at that, heart beating so quickly you could hardly catch a breath. “He would’ve— He—”

Your breathing was choppy as you coughed in a desperate attempt to breathe. When that didn’t work, you tried to blink frantically to grab ahold onto reality but it was slowly disappearing, your vision blurring for seconds at a time.

“What’s happening?” Jungkook’s voice brought you back for a moment and you turned to look at him, his eyebrows scrunched in concern. “What do I—”

Jungkook watched as you started trembling, eyes widening. You vaguely remembered seeing his hands reach out for you in your peripheral vision, hunching yourself over in your seat as you struggled to stay conscious. It felt like you were on the verge of passing out and knowing Jungkook could see was making it worse; you didn’t want him to see you like this—you didn’t want anyone to see you like this. You felt helpless—and that’s when you felt it.

A warm hand on your shoulder, barely touching you but there.

“—don’t know what to fucking do.” Jungkook’s voice became clearer with each passing second before you managed to turn your head. “It’s okay. It’s me.”

“I-I feel like I’m going t-to—” You panted, rocking in your seat. “—die.”

“You’re okay now,” he whispered, being careful not to touch you too roughly. One of your hands then reached for his arm, nails digging into his skin. “You’re okay. We’re in my truck right now and you’re with me. Okay? You’re with me.”

“Wh-Where is h-he?” you stuttered out, breath hitching. “Where’d h-he go?”

“I fucked him up,” he replied as you felt around blindly—shakily. “Look at me.”

“But why are you here?” you asked quietly, not being able to understand.

Cautiously, Jungkook undid his seatbelt so he could bring your face into the crook of his neck, whispering into your ear that you were safe over and over.

Your tears trailed past your cheek, wiping them on the skin of his neck when you pressed yourself closer to him and tightly clamped your eyes shut. You wanted it to be over—you just wanted it to be fucking over. The smell of his cologne calmed you down slightly, the scent intoxicating and distracting.

“I’m just here,” he whispered after a moment. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“You’re here,” you whispered back a few minutes later, exhaling shakily.

When he felt your heart rate slow down once again, he pulled away.

Slowly, you blinked open your eyes, focusing in on his face inches away from yours. Some of your mascara had left a smear on his jaw when he’d cradled your head into his neck and you could see he was sweating slightly. Your eyes must’ve looked so confused because then he was wrapping his arms around you again, letting your face fall into his chest. The panic had subsided but that didn’t stop you from crying—sniffles and heart-wrenching sobs filling his truck.

“I was so s-scared,” you breathed into his neck, gripping onto his shirt.

“I know,” he replied and you let his warmth continue to calm you down.

“I’m still so scared...” You tried to hold back your cries by pressing your forehead more into his chest, but he felt it when you started shaking again. “He really was gonna—” Breathing out with a quiver in your voice, you sniffled. “T-Tried to—” You couldn’t even finish your sentence as hot tears ran past your cheeks, you sucking in practiced breaths in an effort to calm yourself down. “Even when you weren’t here, I was so scared. I didn’t know w-what to do. I didn’t know i-if— I was all alone and I didn’t know what to fucking do.”

“No,” he whispered, feeling him shake his head. “He wasn’t—he won’t—not if I have anything to do with it. I won’t let anyone touch you like that. I won’t.”

“I hate that,” you breathed out, angrily pursing your lips. “I hate that I need your help—o-or anyone’s fucking help. I’m so fucking helpless... And I’m so scared.” Your lips trembled against his neck and you gasped as you sobbed. “I act so— But I’m so fucking weak... I hate myself and I h-hate him. I hate him so much.”

Instead of saying anything, his grip around your waist just tightened. He was squeezing you to his chest that you almost couldn’t breathe but that strangely helped, just focusing on the sound of his labored breathing and your cries turning into quiet gasps. You nodded against his chest when you felt like you had a grip of yourself again, sighing as your heart beat finally calmed down again. Taking in each breath like it was your last, you let the smell of him envelope your senses—his aftershave and perspiration—and you breathed.

“Maybe if I would’ve—” Jungkook started to say, cutting himself off. “Maybe if I wouldn’t have gotten in his face, you wouldn’t have— You would be okay.”

You shook your head against his neck. “No... I know he would’ve gotten angry whether you were here or not. And if you weren’t here, I don’t know what—”

“Don’t think about it,” he quickly told you, then pulled away.

He looked at you carefully and you sniffled through your tears. Wiping at your eyes with the back of your wrist, you let out one last shaky breath before you grabbed at your seatbelt and buckled yourself in. You avoided looking over the hood of Jungkook’s truck at the person still unconscious, wanting to forget about it. If you thought much more about it, you’d end up panicking again.

It felt so strange that Jungkook had been the one person who came to help you—it felt so strange that he came without you even telling him about it—but maybe he wasn’t lying. Maybe he cared a lot more than you thought he did. Whether that was because of the guilt he felt from what happened when you were kids, you were so grateful he was there. And as you looked over at him through your wet lashes, your heart felt warm—warmer than it’d ever felt.

“Let’s go,” he said quietly, making sure you were okay enough for him to drive.

Nodding silently, the engine roared to life a few seconds later once he started the truck. Hot air fanned across your bare legs from the vents and you groaned.

“Can you turn off the heater and roll down the windows?” you asked politely.

“Yeah,” he said in agreement, spinning the dial down until it was turned off. “It was really windy today but got hot all of a sudden, huh? Weird weather.”

“I know,” you muttered to yourself. “The AC at my dorm is busted, too.”

The engine was going but Jungkook paused, his hands on the rim of the steering wheel but not making a move to reverse out of the parking lot.

“Do you wanna come over? The frat has a pool out back.” When you didn’t reply immediately, he added, “We can just cool off until you wanna sleep.”

You smiled over at him, your chest feeling light. “Okay.”

And when he smiled back, you didn’t feel so helpless anymore.

Jungkook had to parallel park in the street as his driveway was overcrowded.

Following closely behind, you expected him to take you through the front door but then he was leading you towards a wooden gate near the side of the house, undoing the latch. Making sure you were still following him, he pulled it open.

“You can have my bed, if you want,” he said, breaking the silence.

You raised an eyebrow. “You’re going to let me have your bed?”

“Just because you had a shitty night,” he mumbled.

Don’t fucking remind me, you told yourself.

It was silent again as the two of you walked towards the pool. It was nearing midnight now but the pool had interior lighting, which lit up your path towards the steps leading into the shallow end. It was always calming to you how much quieter it was at night. Nothing was awake—nothing seemed alive. And as soon as you dipped your bare feet into the water, you sighed in relief. Glancing over at Jungkook, he was already grabbing his shirt by the collar and unbuttoning his jeans, leaving him only in a pair of boxers. You tried not to stare—or make it obvious—but couldn’t help it. He looked good clothed but even better naked.

“See something you like?” Jungkook asked, waggling his eyebrows.

“Fuck off, Jungkook.”

Shaking your head, you nervously went to grab the hem of your shirt. When you looked back over at him to see him watching you intently, you paused.

“It’s not anything I haven’t seen before,” he told you.

You rolled your eyes, pulling your shirt off to reveal your white bra. Bending over, you slid your jean shorts down your thighs and kicked them off into a pile along with your shirt. Standing in just your underwear, you had his attention.

“See something you like?” you shot back at him sarcastically.

He wasn’t even ashamed to get caught staring at your tits, eyes dropping then to the dip in your waist and unabashedly settling on your thighs. It was hard not to remember the intense feeling of him fucking you when he had the same mischievous twinkle in his eye as he shamelessly checked you out.

“There isn’t really much to see,” he teased, eyes falling back on your breasts.

Your mouth fell open as you pursed your lips. “You fucking asshole.”

Even so, you smiled to yourself. Maybe he wasn’t doing it intentionally but just him being back to his normal self was helping, like tonight never happened.

Jungkook sat on the edge of the pool then and you joined him, your bare leg brushing against his as you dipped it in the water. Goosebumps broke out on your skin as you endured it until your body could get used to it. And steadily, your hot body temperature cooled down as you submerged both your legs.

His palm dropped to the space between your legs then and you glanced down at it, following a single bulging vein from the back of his hand and up his arm. You knew he wasn’t expecting anything when he invited you over but you wanted to thank him and you weren’t really good with your words, you realized. Even after having a fucking panic attack, he never looked like he was freaked out at all. He was calm and patient with you, not expecting anything in return.

Which was why you smirked down at his length through his boxers.

“Can I try something?” you asked, staring at your reflection in the pool.

The water in the pool sloshed around as Jungkook kicked his feet back in forth. He nodded after a moment, closing his eyes at how good the water felt on his skin. Biting into your lip, your fingers grazed his own as you leant towards him. You hesitated, mostly because he seemed so lost in his own thoughts. Would he push you away? Somehow you doubted that but you felt slightly nervous.

His eyes snapped open when you palmed his cock over the polyester of his boxers, rubbing gently until it hardened. When he looked at you, you were watching him carefully, a coy grin tilting up one corner of your lips.

“What are you doing?” he asked, breathing heavily.

You bit your lip. “What’s it look like? I’m touching your dick.”

His head tilted back as you grasped him harder, groaning. Abs clenching, he bucked his hips into your hand as he grunted and you immediately felt yourself getting wet from how vocal he was being. He was never vocal and you never took charge, but now you wanted to dominate him so fucking badly.

“If you’re doing this—fuck—because of what happened—”

You pulled him out from the confines of his boxers once he was rock solid, curling your fingers around the base. Taking one of your fingers, you gently followed a bulging vein to the head and moaned from the back of your throat at how fucking warm his cock was. His head snapped back up to look at you and you felt him pulsing against your hand. It wasn’t like you’d never touched a dick before but it’d been a long time. And even though Jungkook would probably get mad at you for thinking this, it was so fucking soft to the touch—and hard.

“I’m doing this because I want to,” you told him, scooting closer.

And then you spit into your hand to lubricate the length of his cock, stroking him right off the bat at a quick pace. He planted his palms flat on the cement, groaning as you varied your pace from fast to slow each time torturously.

Just as you slowed the rhythm of your hand again, Jungkook’s hand came to wrap around your fingers, manipulating the speed of your strokes.

“Shit... piss—” Jungkook rasped out, panting. Just from your hands touching, your saliva and sweat intermingled, causing you to go faster on his cock.

You leant forward, breath ghosting against the underside of his jaw. He opened his eyes at that right before you began peppering kisses across his jaw to the base of his throat, nipping and tugging at the skin. The hand helping you up and down his length fell onto the cement again, balling into a tight fist.

When you began to twist your hand ever so slightly each time you reached the head of his cock, you knew he was close by the subtle way he clenched his abs and thighs, thrusting himself into your hand. Your mouth then drifted back up the column of his throat, panting near his mouth. Jungkook could almost taste you on his lips—you were that close. Licking the corner of his mouth, you grasped his chin with your free hand, forcing him to look right at you.

“Am I doing a good job?” you asked, submissively.

He nodded desperately, licking his lips.

Your hand drifted down his bare chest, nails digging ever so slightly into his skin in a chilling way, before they fell on one of his parted thighs. Your fingers splayed against the skin there, skating across the skin beneath his boxers.

“Jungkook,” you breathed out softly when his eyes closed. “My hand’s getting tired... Hurry up, will you? Unless I’m not doing as good of a job as you said.”

His eyes snapped open at the slight pout in your voice.

“I’m almost there,” he gasped out as you sped up your strokes.

Jungkook’s back slammed onto the cement and he weaved his fingers into your hair, pulling you down with him. Leaning over him, your hand kept pumping him at the same speed as he thrusted into your grasp. His fingers then yanked you by the hair so he could connect your lips, you parting your lips easily for him.

Your pace slowed temporarily as you moaned into his mouth, tongues sliding together. He didn’t seem to mind that much as the hand threaded through your hair trailed down your spine before settling on your back. His hand was hot to the touch and you gasped into his mouth when his fingers teased the hem of your underwear, your core tingling at his hand being so close to your ass.

Jungkook opened his eyes just as you pulled away, glancing down at your breasts hanging over his chest on full display. They swung in place as you sped up your rhythm on his cock and his head fell back as he moaned and whined.

“Fuck!” he yelled out, on the verge of cumming. “I’m gonna cum—”

You sat up instantly at that, stroking him a few more times before placing your free hand over the head of his cock. Watching as his cum coated your fingers, he lost all mobility as he laid as motionless as a rock. Cracking open his eyes, Jungkook watched with parted lips as you slipped your cum-coated fingers into your mouth one at a time, closing your eyes and moaning from the back of your throat when your lips wrapped around each finger. After every drop of his cum was gone, you sat on the back of your heels and let go of your grip on his cock.

“You are—” He paused to catch his breath, licking his lips. “—so fucking sexy.”

“I’d say we’re even now,” you told him before dropping into the pool.

Although your body felt hot from both the night’s humidity and from pumping Jungkook’s dick at the speed of light, the water was like a thousand knives poking at every square inch of your skin. Immediately, you wrapped your arms around yourself and rubbed your hands along the goosebumps on your skin.

“Cold?” Jungkook asked tiredly, still lying on the cement.

His cock was soft again, tucked away in his boxers once he recovered enough to move, but you observed it definitely looked like he was about to fall asleep. You knew he worked out, though, and had a lot of stamina—so you doubted he would. If he did, he would definitely miss out on fucking you sometime tonight.

“F-Freezing,” you mumbled as your teeth chattered.

Jungkook propped himself up on his elbows then, his legs hanging over the edge of the pool. When you swam towards him, he noticed with a raised eyebrow that your breasts perkily pressed against the pool wall.

He groaned and forced himself to look away.

“I really wish you wouldn’t have jerked me off,” he grumbled.

“What?” You narrowed your eyes at him, resting your chin next to his knees. “Fine. See if I ever touch your dick ever again, you ungrateful little—”

“No,” he cut in. “I just mean I can’t get hard right now and—holy shit—your tits look fucking good.” His eyes fell on them again nearly breaking the surface just as you reached around to unclasp your bra, flinging it somewhere behind you.

With each passing second your bra floated farther away, he groaned.

“Get in here,” you ordered, swimming away from the side of the pool.

He watched you with half-lidded eyes, pushing himself up, then rolled his eyes with a contented grin as he dropped in after you. As he dunked his head in the water, you bit your lip when he combed his fingers through his hair to push the wet strands past his forehead. You always thought he looked hotter when you could see his eyebrows—arched and thick—and this was no exception. To match, droplets of water trailed past his jaw and down his defined collarbones.

Jungkook looked just as good as he did when you went camping together.

He waded through the water like a predator, one corner of his lips curling when you backed away into the more shallow section of the pool. Before you knew it, your back was slamming against the side of the pool and his bare, glistening chest was pressed firmly against your own. The palm of his hand then slipped into the back of your underwear, squeezing and groping your ass appreciatively.

“You know,” he rasped out, “I never thought you’d suck my dick but if this is close as I can get, I’ll fucking take it. You are so god damn hot.”

“You liked it then?” you asked breathlessly.

He grinned at you. “I fucking loved it.”

Blushing at that, you glanced away from him. Compared to sex itself, you didn’t have much experience with hand jobs. You had a pretty sensitive gag reflex and blow jobs kind of grossed you out—even the idea of swallowing cum grossed you out. But when you were getting him off, it was like you were overcome with this desire to make him feel good and to find you irresistible; it was like you couldn’t even resist sticking your fingers coated in his hot cum in your mouth.

Not to mention that your past boyfriends always wanted blow jobs more than sex. The fact that Jungkook had never once explicitly asked for it made you want to do it for him that much more, but you would do it sparingly. You wanted going down on him to be an occasional thing that he appreciated since you still couldn’t change the fact that you couldn’t take him very far in your mouth.

"All right.” His voice brought you out of your thoughts then. “Your turn.”

“My what—”

His hands were already sliding under your thighs before you could even make it halfway through your sentence, lifting you up out of the water and planting your ass on the cement. When you looked at him with curious eyes, he simply grabbed onto your shoulders to force you down on your back.

Legs dangling off the edge of the pool, he started slow—unlike you—and peppered kisses along the wet skin on the underside of your knee.

When your legs twitched and went to close around his head instinctively, he blindly reached around to spread your legs and keep them in place. From that, the night breeze gusted across your outer folds when your underwear moved and you shuddered. Working his way up your inner thigh, he licked a clean stripe along your skin, blowing on it a few seconds later that sent a toe-curling chill down your spine. Your back arched off the cement and he paused, glancing up at you with a grin.

“Why are you going so sl—oh,” you started to say, then gasped when he pushed your underwear to the side and went to flick at your clit with his tongue.

“You were saying?” he asked playfully, snapping your underwear back in place.

He continued like that for several minutes, licking the expanse of your body with his tongue and blowing on the saliva he left behind until you were curling your fingers into his hair and begging him to touch you. Your pleads went on deaf ears, though, as he would lick a stripe up your inner thigh, ignoring your drenched center. Occasionally, his breath would ghost across your clit, pulsating and throbbing from how badly you needed him to touch you.

“Ugh,” you groaned, tilting your head back when he switched over to your other leg, ignoring your clit once again. “Please, Jungkook... Stop teasing me.”

He just snickered against your thigh, curling his lips as he sucked and tugged at your skin until he left marks all over your inner thigh—knowing no one would see them but him. Pulling away from your shaking thighs, he looked up at you.

“What do you want me to do to you?” he breathed out, grinning.

You couldn’t think straight, not when his thumb pressed down on your clit after he yanked your underwear down past your knees. A second later, his middle finger prodded your entrance, spreading around your wetness.

“I-I don’t know—fuck.” You gasped, desperately reaching around you for something to hold onto but there was nothing. “Anything. Do something.”

As his finger started pumping in and out of you, you laid there—completely limp and immobile as you cried out, pulling at your hair. Your hips arched off of the cement when he sped up his pace, making you gasp out and moan his name. The wind kept blowing across your core and you felt so exposed, legs spread for the world to see when in reality it was just you and Jungkook there.

“Is this what you want?” he asked, barely audible.

You nodded desperately, not knowing what else to do.

And that was when he completely pulled away from you.

Whining, you pouted childishly just as he maneuvered himself out of the pool until he was standing above you, reaching down to pull you to your feet. You were limp against him and he wrapped his arms around your waist. Catching your breath, your hands trailed past his biceps before resting on his shoulders.

“Wh-Where are we going?” you stuttered out in a daze.

“I’m gonna fuck you now.”

And then he was spinning you around and pushing you in the direction of the back door. Your bra was still floating in the pool—your underwear, too—but neither of you seemed to care, just thinking about rubbing against each other.

You’d forgotten he left his wallet in the kitchen, which was where he kept his condoms still even after you told him not to—and the fact he always had his wallet in his back jean pocket was even worse. Reaching beside you, he pulled open the sliding door and then hoisted you up by the back of your thighs to sit you down on the kitchen island. Just when he went to reach for his wallet, you cradled his cheeks in your hands and kissed him, closing your eyes and smiling.

The hand outstretched on the counter slid back to one side of your hips then, holding you still with an almost bruising grip. His head tilted slightly to the left when your lips parted, massaging your tongue with his at a sensual pace. Water dripped onto the kitchen floor after being in the pool and his hands were wet and for once cold to the touch as his thumb pressed lightly into your throat.

“Remember when I had you on my couch on Saturday?” he whispered into your mouth, teeth clashing as he ravaged you. “And I fucked you doggy style.”

“Mm,” you hummed into his mouth, fingers dangling off his shoulders.

“I’m gonna make you feel even better tonight.”

Arousal pooled in the pit of your stomach at that, moaning into his mouth. God, you’d been so sore after that and you wanted nothing more than to be sore again. Just thinking about what he did to you was making you drip on the counter—or at least it felt like it. You were so fucking wet at the thought of it.

“How—” you murmured into his mouth, “—are you going to fuck me?”

All you wanted was to forget about what happened at the gas station; you didn’t care how he fucked you, just that he fucked you—and for hours.

“However the fuck you want,” he whispered back, biting your lower lip.

“I don’t care. Just don’t be gentle,” you breathed shakily, unconsciously grinding yourself against the edge of the kitchen island.

You felt him nodding against your mouth, pecking your lips one more time before he pulled away, looking for his wallet somewhere on the counter.

“Jungkook,” you began, “I told you not to carry condoms in your wallet.”

“It’s fucking convenient,” he replied, unzipping one of the pouches.

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah but it dries them out.”

Jungkook nodded his head along, listening but not really. You’d told him over and over that he should just keep them in his room or truck but he always brought up the argument that you two always wanted to fuck elsewhere. He couldn’t just fuck you without a condom so it was either this or no condom.

“Okay, okay,” he grumbled. “This is the last one I have anyway.”

You dropped it after that, letting him concentrate as he carefully ripped open the condom and pushed his boxers down his legs. Waiting patiently, you watched as he slid on the condom and pumped his length a few times to make sure it was on properly. He grabbed onto your hips again and then slid a finger into your drenched entrance to make sure you were wet enough for him.

Your head fell back, nails digging into his shoulder. “Please, Jungkook.” Ignoring you, his thumb drifted up to your clit and rubbed the throbbing nub. Your legs shook at how lightly he was touching you, head involuntarily tipping even further back as your mouth fell open. “G-God— So fucking good. Jungkook...”

It seemed he wasn’t done teasing you for the night, as he took his condom-sheathed cock and rubbed his length over your tingling outer lips, the head flicking at your clit every few seconds. The corners of his lips tilted up as he watched you sigh and arch away from him at how sensitive you were there.

“Oh, my god,” you groaned, gritting your teeth. “I’m gonna fucking kill—”

Instead of thrusting into you in one go, this time he decided to simply grip himself and prod the head of his cock at your entrance, slipping inside you one torturing inch at a time. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head at that, curses flying out your mouth as your walls squeezed around him from the stretch. Once your hips were pressed together, he let you adjust to him.

While you arched your back, his thumb drifted back to your clit and lazily circled it, causing you to moan out, “Mm... Jungkook. Ah, that feels so good.”

“You good?” he asked after a few seconds of watching you convulse.

“Yes,” you murmured and then he eased out of you, only to thrust back in at a punishing pace. “Yes...” Half-assed, you bucked your hips into his thrusts but mostly just laid there, taking everything he was giving to you. “God, yes...”

“Fuck,” Jungkook panted out, head tilting back. “I could fuck you every day for the rest of my life and it still wouldn’t be enough. Motherfucking—”

You placed the palms of your hands flat on the island then, not anticipating a particularly rough thrust on his part and causing you to lose your grip and slam your back down onto the granite countertop. Your arm knocked into an empty cup of coffee and thankfully it was made of plastic so when it fell to the floor, there was only a light thud instead of the sharp sound of glass breaking.

Half of your back hung off the edge, feeling as limp as a cooked pasta noodle from his relentless pace inside of you. It’d only been a few days since he last had you like this but that was way too long. He knew exactly what you liked, how hard you liked it, and how fast you liked it—you didn’t want it to end.

Your back slid against the counter with each thrust from all the sweat and then Jungkook was spreading your legs even wider, which made him go that much deeper inside of you. You felt his pulsating length rub against your walls as you clenched around him, panting in a lust-filled daze. It was like your entire body was on fire as his hands left a scalding trail behind when he let go of your hips to cup your breasts. Your chest ached as they continued to bounce wildly from the onslaught of his thrusts, head lolling back when all you could do was moan.

“Shit—you’re so fucking loud,” he said through gritted teeth.

Glaring up at him, you decided to be petty and tightened your lips.

“Ah, c-come on,” Jungkook groaned out, breathing heavily. “I didn’t mean it like that. I fucking love your moans.” His thrusts slowed significantly, enough to keep himself hard and your entrance slick with your wetness, but not too fast that he risked cumming too soon. “I just meant—shit—we have thin walls.”

His fingers went to poke your sides when you looked away with an irritated expression, then you squirmed away from him. Tickling your bare skin, a soft giggle escaped you and you groaned, angry that he knew your weaknesses.

“It’s fine, it’s fine,” he assured you. “It’s a big house.”

“You’re so mean,” you relented with a playful glare.

“You like it,” he said with a smirk, rolling his hips into yours faster and faster.

You desperately clawed at his back, gasping as he went back to the same frenzied pace he’d had a few minutes ago. Your breathing hitched and soon you were gasping for air as you dug your heels into his back, pressing him deeper inside of you. He reached down then, swiping at some of the wetness around your clit and pressing down lightly on the nub. It was pulsating beneath the pad of his thumb and then he was drawing figure eights into it, causing your chest to arch away from the countertop when your legs started to shake violently.

“Don’t you?” he breathed out, huskily. “Like it when I fuck you like this?”

Nodding frantically, he leant over to watch your eyebrows scrunch together.

“Huh?” he asked with a roll of his hips. “Do you like how my cock fits inside your tight, little pussy?” Your lips parted, as if you were going to answer him, but you just whimpered, skimming your hands over your stomach. It was almost like you could feel his cock in your stomach and he was making you feel so full.

Just from the position alone and how his balls pressed into your ass, that was too much and you couldn’t keep your cries in your throat as you yelped. As your lips spread, moan after piercing moan bubbled in your throat. Jungkook knew his frat brothers were all passed out in their bedrooms upstairs and that even the smallest cry from you would wake them up but he was fucking selfish.

He wanted to hear every last sound that came from your pretty throat.

“Answer me,” he murmured as you pressed your breasts into his chest.

Your legs dropped from around his waist then. You hadn’t even cum yet but you were fucking exhausted—your throat burned from how loud you were moaning, the space between your legs felt sore and throbbing, and your scalp hurt just from how tightly your fingers had tugged at your hair. Jungkook grabbed under your calves and threw them over his shoulders and immediately you cried out. He was reaching so fucking deep inside of you and heat pooled in your stomach as your orgasm fizzed up in you like fucking champagne.

The kitchen was filling with your loud moans but you didn’t seem to care and neither did he—just snapped his hips into yours so hard and fast and deep that he continuously rubbed against your g-spot from the new angle. Tears leaked out of the corners of your eyes from the pleasure alone and you smiled at that.

“S-So fucking—” you attempted to say then gasped. “God, you’re so b-big.”

One of his hands slid under your back then and you groaned at the change of position. At the sound of the floorboards creaking upstairs, the two of you glanced up at the ceiling then back at each other in awe-struck silence.

“I think we should finish off in the pool,” he whispered, head falling into the crook of your neck as he left a trail of hot kisses there.

You nodded and he stepped away, pulling out of you with a squelching sound.

Bending over, he bunched his boxers at his feet in his fist, not bothering to put them back on when he just planned on fucking you again in the pool—and thank fuck for that because he had an amazing ass. You watched him walk towards the sliding door, his beautifully taut back and firm ass the hottest thing you’d seen in the past twenty-four hours. His thighs, though, were something else. He had to work out at least every day for his thighs to be that toned and that muscular. You bet he could fucking crush your head between them and you’d probably say thanks. Biting your lip, you quickly chased after him strutting towards the door—albeit on shaking legs and he’d barely started fucking you.

Just as you slowed to a walk past him, he slid the door shut behind you, knowing you’d be even louder outside and didn’t want to wake up his frat brothers. By the time he made his way to the pool, you were already lowering yourself off the edge of the pool, dunking your head underwater to get your hair out of your face. Although you’d just been admiring Jungkook’s backside, one corner of his lips tilted up at the curve of your breasts just below the surface.

“Are you coming or not?” you called over to him.

Not even a second later and he was doing a cannonball into the pool.

You shrieked as you covered your face and turned away from him. If you hadn’t already dunked your fucking head, you would be drenched. His head came out of the water as he squeezed his eyes shut, flipping his fringe past his forehead.

“You just keep testing my patience,” you grumbled, facing away from him.

His head fell back as he laughed, then he swam behind you.

When his hands came to suddenly cup your breasts under the water, you sighed. Jungkook had such big fucking hands that he could easily grasp them in each hand—as if he was holding a pair of oranges. His thumb came to brush across one of your nipples and your head fell against his shoulder in a blissful daze. Your breasts had always been sensitive—mostly your nipples—and especially when it came to someone else touching them like he was.

“Jungkook,” you breathlessly murmured.

Squishing them together, he glanced down at your chest as his wet cheek pressed against your own, feeling his hard cock stir against your ass.

“You have such sensitive tits, don’t you?” he whispered hotly into your ear.

You bit into your lip as you nodded, mouth falling open as you moaned.

As he kept groping and tugging at your breasts and nipples, you didn’t notice him leading you towards one side of the pool until you felt the chilling sensation of your chest on the pool tile. You were a fucking rag doll right now; Jungkook could literally fuck your asshole and you probably wouldn’t even notice.

He let go of his hold on one of your tits to reach behind you, stroking his cock to make sure the condom was still securely wrapped around his length.

“Tell me if you’re uncomfortable, all right?” he asked after a moment.

“Why would it—” You exhaled shakily as his other hand drifted from your breasts and down to dip into your center. “Why would it be uncomfortable?”

Jungkook teased your clit and folds at the same time with both his thumb and head of his dick—and just like he thought, you were as dry as sandpaper.

He hesitated then, pausing in his rubbing against you. Jungkook had done it a few times in water—whether it was a private pool, hot tub, whatever—but he’d never been in charge before. Water took away any natural lubrication, according to his noonas, and fucking underwater made it near impossible to get any good friction as it resisted a lot of movement. The only way he’d gotten anyone off was if he thrusted inside out of the water and then gradually got back in.

“You haven’t had pool sex before?” he asked, surprised.

You shook your head against the wet tile, waiting patiently.

Your eyes snapped open when he suddenly lifted you out of the pool to lay you flat on your stomach, then he was climbing out beside you. When his hands gripped your waist, you instinctively raised your ass in the air.

“So I don’t want you to get a yeast infection or anything—”

That caused your eyes to widen. “A yeast infection?!”

Mouth hanging open, you gaped at him over your shoulder.

Jungkook sighed. “I’ve done this before. You’re not gonna get a fucking yeast infection. I was just saying that it’s a possibility if you’ve never done this—”

“It’s a possibility?” you asked, not sounding very reassured.

“All right,” he said with another sigh. “Maybe we should just go back inside.”

When you felt him pulling away from you sat back down on the cold tile. You could just try it and see what happens. Jungkook would stop if you told him to and you were really curious what it was like to fuck in the pool anyway.

“Wait,” you called after him already making his way to the sliding door. When he looked back at you, you bit your lip indecisively. “Can we just try it?”

He nodded. “Yeah. I’ll walk you through it but just tell me to stop.”

Offering you his hand, he helped you to your feet and led you over to the steps leading into the shallow end of the pool. The water felt warm after being in there for a few minutes already and you turned to look at him over your shoulder.

“So how does this work?” you asked nervously.

“All right,” he began, looking past you to see what he had to work with. “I’ll fuck you on the steps first because once we’re in the water, it’ll just wash off any kind of natural lubrication. Then... Then I’ll move us into the water, okay?”

You nodded, taking in a deep breath. Who knows? Maybe this would be the best fuck of your life and you wouldn’t ever be able to have sex out of the water ever again. It sure seemed like Jungkook knew what he was fucking doing, too.

“Gimme a safe word or something real quick,” he instructed you.

“This isn’t some BDSM porn shit, Jungkook. I’ll be fine.”

“Give—me—a—safe—word,” he enunciated.

Rolling your eyes, you answered, “Pickle.”

He snorted but attempted to keep the grin off his face. This was very serious, after all. The point of this was for him being able to instantly know you were uncomfortable so he could stop fucking you and give your pussy a break.

“All right,” he agreed. “Face down, ass up—and facing me.”

You did as he said, your feet submerged in the water while your ass was just above the surface, looking up at him from your position. Jungkook nodded to himself and then walked around you to firmly get a good grip on your hips. Feeling him standing behind you on the steps, you waited patiently.

“I’m gonna fuck you with my fingers first to get you wet again. Good?”

Nodding, you leant your forehead against your arms.

This sure was taking a long time. You just wanted to get fucked but it was getting up on 12:30 and you still hadn’t cum once—not his fault, though.

Or maybe it was. It was his fault he wanted to play out his water kink.

Instead of taking it slow, he quickly plunged his index and middle finger inside of you and started a frenzied pace. Your breasts swung at that and you bit into your arm, tugging at the skin there as you held back the moans caught in your throat. Jungkook noticed, however, and went even faster, maneuvering his hand so his thumb could circle your clit at the same time his fingers fucked you hard.

Jungkook almost wanted to just get you off right there since he was the one getting all the orgasms, but he knew he had to be patient. Once he was balls deep in your pussy, you weren’t gonna know what else to scream but his name.

Nodding to himself, he grinned at how wet you were and so quickly.

Then for the first time in what seemed like hours, he was back inside of you.

“Jungkook!” you cried out, surprised.

You nearly toppled over from the intensity of his thrusts and curses combined with his name flew out your mouth left and right. Quickly, he helped you onto your back as he pulled out. The steps felt uncomfortable at first but you knew he was just changing positions for when he dragged you into the water.

Blinking open your eyes, you nearly closed them again at him inches from your face. This was the first time he was on top of you missionary style—which was your personal favorite position—and just seeing him so close was doing amazing things to you. He looked downright sexy, a few drenched strands of hair falling past his forehead. The sloshing sound of water moving around you from his thrusts was music to your ears, you closing your eyes with a smile.

“Feel good?” he asked, grinning down at you.

Nodding, you arched your back, head falling back against the steps.

“All right... I’m gonna pull you into the water now. Don’t freak out.”

After bottoming out and making sure he was as far inside of you as he could get, he walked backwards, reaching under your back to pull you against his chest. You felt weightless, immediately wrapping your legs around his waist.

“If I pull out, it’s gonna be really fucking uncomfortable really fast, okay?”

He pressed your back against the side of the pool—the deeper section—locking eyes with you. Instead of thrusting in and out like usual, he simply rocked his hips back and forth, not taking his eyes off your face. Given how deep he was inside you, it didn’t take him long to find your g-spot, continuously rubbing against it. Your nails dug into his back, head falling back against the pool wall.

“How m-many times have you done this?” you managed to ask, breathlessly.

Just from him rocking into you, your nipples brushed against his bare chest and that alone sent tingles straight into your core. Your legs tightened around his waist then, reaching behind you for the edge of the pool to stabilize yourself. This allowed you to slightly bounce up and down on his length, moaning.

“A few times,” he grunted out, dropping his forehead to rest against yours.

“And how was it?” you asked, curious.

“Bad the first time,” he explained. You moved your hips with his as you clenched around him, digging your teeth into your lips from how fucking good it felt. He wasn’t even going fast at all—just bucking his hips into yours. “Neither of us had experience—and this was in a hot tub—so it was kinda painful.”

“What’d you—” You couldn’t hold back the moan traveling up your throat that time, gasping as he rubbed faster against your g-spot. “What’d you do then?”

“Ah, we just—fuck— Just w-went back to her bedroom,” he continued, getting more out of breath with each passing second. His lips descended on your neck when you bared your neck to him from another sharp sensation in your gut. “After that, we got some lube and that made things fucking easier.”

You wanted to ask more but then he was rubbing faster against you and you couldn’t even catch your breath to moan his name. Your head tilted back, almost arching away from him just from how intense it was. Legs beginning to shake, you dug your nails into his bicep and tightened your legs around him.

“Aren’t you glad you trusted me on this?” he asked with a lazy grin.

Your mouth fell open, closing your eyes as you arched your chest into his.

“Yes!” you cried out, gasping for air. “God fucking—fuck! I’m a-almost there.”

Jungkook bit his lip in concentration. He would no doubt have sweat dripping past his brow if the two of you didn’t have water up to your chests. He focused on just pressing his hips forward to make you cum—and then he was gonna make you cum again and again until you were begging for him to stop. He was fine with just rocking into you but now he wanted to fuck you hard into the tile. And once you came—bouncing slightly on him to fuck yourself through your orgasm—he grabbed the back of your thighs and lifted you out of the pool.

You barely had time to blink before he was on you again, water dripping onto the tile to make small puddles. When he pulled out, leaning down until his elbows were resting beside you, he gripped himself and thrusted all the way inside you again. This was the pace he wanted—hard and fast and needy.

Spent from your first orgasm, you could only moan his name as you bucked your hips into his, feeling your second orgasm loom closer from the overstimulation. Brushing your hair out of your face, he went faster.

“Fuck—you’re squeezing the shit out of me,” he grunted into your ear.

“Jungkook,” you desperately whispered. “Right there! Yes! Oh, my god...”

Your eyebrows scrunched together in sinful pleasure when he spread your legs even wider, drilling into you so powerfully you swore your vision blurred. You could feel yourself dripping down your thigh every time he pulled out and you were gasping for air, legs shaking in his tight grip. Then he was resting them on his shoulders to hammer into you ever deeper and you just fucking screamed.

He kept hitting your g-spot over and over and you felt like you were about to pass out the second his fingertip grazed your clit, rubbing in fast circles. And now that the two of you were outside, you didn’t even care about how loud you were being—not that you really cared that much before. Maybe someone’s window was open but you still didn’t fucking care. He was making you feel fucking good and you couldn’t shut yourself up even if you wanted to.

You raised your head and watched with parted lips at him thrusting in and out of you from between your thighs, breasts bouncing with each movement of his hips. The sound of his hips smacking into your ass was so loud amongst your combined moans. Your head just lolled against the pool tile then as you came again just from the sight alone and he noticed, trying to finish up quickly.

“I’m gonna fucking cum,” Jungkook moaned out, his pace growing sporadic.

He pulled his face away from your neck then, staring down at your blissfully fucked out expression with a tired grin. Leaning down to kiss you, you easily parted your lips for him, moaning from the back of your throat at his lips tasting like chlorine and mint. You were so far gone at this point you could barely kiss him back, just pursing your lips slightly to peck him before he pulled away.

You registered him easing you over on all fours, groaning to yourself.

“Just give me a few more seconds,” he quickly said, fucking you from behind.

You tried to keep yourself up but after a few more thrusts, your face fell into the crook of your elbow, sighing happily to yourself. With your quiet moans and the thundering sound of his length easing in and out of you, he spurted his cum into the condom and his thrusts slowed until he was ready to pass out with you.

“Shit...” Jungkook commented to himself, flopping next to you.

Copying him, you flipped over onto your back and felt the soreness between your legs almost instantly. Lazily, he grabbed at his softening cock and tied up the condom, throwing it beside him somewhere to throw away later.

“I’m gonna fucking steal your bed,” you said with a smirk.

His eyes snapped open as you stood up, glancing over his shoulder as you ran—with a slight limp—towards the sliding door. Quickly, he grabbed the condom and threw it in the trash near one of the lounge chairs, chasing after you. You laughed when you heard his thunderous footsteps behind you, neither of you caring about waking anyone up, it seemed. Your underwear and his boxers were long forgotten outside as he dragged you upstairs to finally go to sleep.

That night—much to his surprise—you woke him with a hand job at least two times but he didn’t seem to care. He happily fucked you lazily in his bed from behind, not even moving away from spooning you. You’d woken up at half-past noon the next day with you hair sticking up from fifteen different directions. And surprisingly, that wasn’t enough for him, which led you to where you were now.

In your bed with his hands all over you and furiously making out.

“I can’t stop thinking about last night,” he whispered into your ear, nibbling on it before moving to your neck. “That was so fucking hot. I wish I would’ve recorded us fucking in the pool because you were so fucking horny.”

Snorting, you pulled his face away from your neck. “You’re gross.”

Fidgeting in his lap, you connected your lips, slipping your tongue into his mouth when he parted his lips. His hands felt around to grab at the hem of your shirt—the same shirt you’d been wearing last night—the door slammed open.

“Wow,” a voice said from the doorway. “You really hate him, huh?”

Your eyes widened when you looked over your shoulder, seeing Noori standing there with a slight quiver in her lips, willing herself not to burst into tears.

“N-Noori,” you managed to say, climbing off his lap.

“I can’t believe you,” she whispered. “I knew you were fucking someone but I— I never even thought you would go around my back like this. How could you?”

“I wasn’t going behind—”

“Stop fucking lying!” she shouted suddenly and you sat back down on the edge of your bed, Jungkook worriedly glancing at you from your peripheral vision.

“Noori... I swear it’s not what it looks like,” you tried to explain.

“I feel like an idiot right now.” Staring at her feet, she looked so betrayed and you couldn’t have felt worse. “Everybody knew—except for me—didn’t they?”

You didn’t have anything to say with that, just watched her carefully. It was as if she was one step away from exploding and you didn’t want her to hurt herself.

“At that first party, too—” she began, mind racing. “You said— You said Jungkook was helping you clean your shirt but— But you were gone for an hour. I thought that was super fucking weird but I believed you. I fucking believed you and you lied to my face. You knew I liked him. How could you?!”

“I really did help her clean her shirt, though...” Jungkook mumbled.

“You were up there having sex, weren’t you? Even after I told you how much I— How much I liked him. Why would you do something like that? That’s so—”

“I didn’t mean to!” you shouted. “I didn’t fucking mean to, Noori. I promise.”

“Well, that’s fucking nice but it doesn’t mean jack shit to me right now.”

“Noori, I—”

“I don’t want to hear it,” she sneered.

Your mouth closed at that.

“Just leave.”

“Noori—”

“Fucking go.”

Jungkook was the first to move, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the doorway. You glanced over your shoulder at her one last time then.

But she just slammed the door in your face.

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