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#jeon jungkook x reader
kinktae · 2 years ago
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How do you tell your best friend that the reason you can’t hang out with her is because you’re too busy trying to save New York?
Or, “Are you asking me if I piss out webs?”
pairing: spider-man!jungkook x best friend!reader
word count: 11k
genre: f2l, basically crack, marvel au, comedy(???)
warnings: lost of swearing, kicking ass, bad attempts at me being funny
A/N: references to Avengers: Civil War and A SPECIAL THANK YOU TO @gukvenchy WHO HELPED ME POWER THROUGH THIS
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You know, for someone so observant, you really had an awful habit of texting while walking.
As you made your way along the sidewalks of Queens, you kept your eyes fixated on the bright screen in your hand, the blue light hurting your eyes slightly as it contrasted against the fading afternoon light.
“Watch it!” An angry male voice huffs out as you accidentally run into him, your phone fumbling to the floor.
“Ah, shit. I’m sorry.” You blink, taking in the man that stood in front of you.
He looked disheveled and reeked of alcohol. You frowned. You should head back home, it was getting late; this part of town was slightly dodgy and you knew better than to dwell too long here at night.
Bending over, you grabbed your fallen phone that laid by the man’s feet.
Sighing, you brought it up to view, frowning at your now cracked screen.
Dammit. You couldn’t afford to pay for a new screen.
“You’re in my way.” The man barked, your eyes flicker to him as his face neared yours. Your nose scrunched up as his alcohol stain breath hit your face.
You took a step back, not wanting to engage the man in case he turned violent. Most drunken idiots like him were usually harmless, but you didn’t like how bold he had become.
“Sorry.” You replied dryly, causing him to scoff as he moved to pass you.
“Cunt.” He insulted you audibly, for whatever reason.
You rolled your eyes as he brushed his shoulder against yours angrily as he passed.
“Asshole.” You muttered under your breath without thinking, placing a foot out to begin to continue walking.
You let out a gasp as a grip on your wrist yanked you around, causing you to face the angry man.
Your eyes widened in panic as he held your arm up beside him in a harsh grip.
“What the fuck did you just say to me?” He hissed, causing you to try and yank your hand back.
“Nothing! Let go of me.” You demanded, thrashing about in his in grip.
The man looked at the arm of yours he had held captive, eyes falling onto the cracked cellular device you still had your fingers wrapped around.
“I think I’ll take this off your hands.” He chided, plucking your phone out of your hand.
You felt yourself begin to panic; without your phone, you had no means of communication. Scared, you tried once again to free your arm from his grips, calling out for help.
The man laughed at your expense as there wasn’t another person to be seen in sight.
“Why don’t you shut that loud little mouth of yours before you really piss me off.”
The threat was dark and you felt yourself begin to tremble. Just as you were about to open your mouth for one final scream for help, the man himself let out a yelp.
“What the fuck?” He exclaimed, head snapping down to the hand that wasn’t wrapped around your arm, the hand that had held your phone just seconds ago.
You frowned momentarily, glancing around for someone that could have taken the phone from his hand— someone who could help you.
You turned back to face the stranger, a light bulb turning on in your head as you realized that he was still distracted.
Kicking a leg up, you tried your best to hit the area in between his legs. It wasn’t as hard of a hit as you had wanted it, but it was enough to cause the man to physically recoil and loosen his grip off of you.
You claimed your arm back from him angrily, stepping back with a relieved sigh.
The man sent you an enraged glare, moving towards you.
“You fucking bitch—”
Seemingly from out of nowhere, the man was yanked back, as if by an invisible force. He let out a perplexed noise and the both of you glanced down to his waist, where thousands of translucent threads of silk were wrapped around him.
“Hey, buddy! Didn’t anyone ever tell you to keep your hands off a lady?” A disembodied voice called out from somewhere above you.
Your head snapped towards the sound, and watched in disbelief as a man clad in blue and red perched on the side of a neighboring window jumped off and landed soundlessly on the ground, his arm extended out towards the man.
Your mouth fell open, as you realize the string of web was coming from his wrist, “It’s—”
“You’re that spider punk!” Your attacker finished for you, turned to face the approaching superhero.
“Actually, I go by Spider-Man. Close though, you get brownie points for trying.” The masked man offered, his tone of voice surprisingly familiar.
You watched as the man known as Spider-Man moved his head to look at you, the eye slots in his mask shifting in size as he focused on your face, you assumed.
All across the borough of Queens, New York, there had been sightings of this webbed man, swinging from building to building, stopping muggers and aiding police.
Photos were printed all across local newspapers, videos of the masked man in action uploaded to YouTube for millions to see. And now here he was, in the flesh, standing before you.
“Oh, fuck.” He breathed so quietly, that you almost thought you had imagined it.
Before you could think to respond, the sight of the drunk man charging towards the masked hero caught your attention.
“Look out!” You warned the superhero, whose eyes were still fixated on you.
He snapped his head towards the angry drunkard.
“Woah!” Spider-Man exclaimed as he dodged the flying fist of the stranger.
The man let out a growl of frustration as he missed before once again raising his fist to hit the webbed man.
To both your and the attacker’s surprise, the superhero extended his arm out to launch another string of web, this time wrapped around the drunk man’s clenched fist.
“Let go of me you fucking spider freak.” The man growled, his free hand attempting to free his encaptured one.
“Dude, c’mon, the name is Spider-Man— You know what? I take it back. No brownie points for you.” Spider-Man chided, wrapping his hand around the silk strand and yanking his attacker forward.
The man let out a grunt in surprise as his body was pulled with ever step the blue and red man took.
“Let’s get you someplace you can sober up. How does a holding cell sound? NYPD would be happy to provide. Helen should be working tonight. She’s a super nice lady, you’ll like her.” He spoke cheerfully, moving the aggressor away from you. The captured man merely cursed in response.
You let out a snort at the superhero’s lax conversation with the cursing man. Were all superheroes this chatty when taking down bad guys?
Spider-Man turned back to you at the sound of your amusement and you sent him a grateful smile.
Your smile dropped instantly though as within a matter of seconds, Spider-Man himself was yanked forward by the still attached attacker, falling victim to his own web this time.
You let out a shriek as the angry man’s free fist met the masked face of your savior.
“Ow, dammit.” Spider-Man hissed, clutching his cheek in annoyance.
Clearly spurred on by his successful hit, the enraged man moved again to pound the superhero, but this time the masked man was ready for it.
The string of the web connecting him and the drunk was cut soundless, separating the two.
Extending out his arm behind him, Spider-Man launched a web and it found purchase on wrap a pole of the nearby streetlight. With an effortless tug of his arm, his body lurched forward and into the air, as if his body was weightless.
You watched in awe as in a matter of seconds he pivoted around the steel frame of the street light and swung back around, his feet meeting the man’s chest before they ever met the ground.
Your attacker flew back against the brick wall of the barbershop you were stopped in front of, letting out a grunt on impact.
Having had landed on his feet gracefully, Spider-Man shot out two webs, each pinning the man’s hands against the wall.
The man jerked his arms forward in alarm, trying to free himself but whatever grip the sticky web-like substance had on him was not letting up.
“You little—”
Almost comically, a final web was shot at the man, this time landing over his mouth, effectively silencing him.
“You have the right to remain silent!” Spider-Man declared, before chuckling lightly, clearly amused at his own joke.
The silenced man sent daggers at the superhero with his eyes, clearly enraged.
“Awe, don’t look at me like that. Dude, you assaulted a lady, I gotta restrain you!” Spider-Man reminded him, sounding juvenile in tone. “If it makes you feel any better, you still got a gnarly hit on me, remember? Technically, you’re ahead.”
Spider-Man sighed before beginning to turn away from the man.
You watched as he suddenly froze in his steps, as if remembering something, before turning back to face the trapped attacker.
Extending out both of his arms in front of him, he launched two string of webs onto the man’s pants, yanking them down with a swift ‘woosh.’
“Sorry,” The hero apologized sheepishly, sounding genuinely remorseful, “now we’re even.”
It suddenly occurred to you how young this “Spider-Man” was. Sure, he was a protector of the streets of New York but the way he spoke was how people your age did. Not to mention the fact that he went out of his way to pants the guy… you had a feeling the guy was younger than the usual superhero was.
“Hey!” You called out.
The hero turned towards you in surprise, as if not expecting you to talk directly to him.
“Hi there.” He replied coolly in a suddenly low voice. You frowned at the sudden change of his tone.
What was that about?
“Thanks for that. That was pretty awesome of you.” You gushed, eyes landing on the awkward way he had placed a hand on his hip in an effort to seem nonchalant.
“Oh, you know, I was just in the neighborhood.” He assured you with a wave of a gloved hand, “I’m happy to help out a damsel in distress.”
Again with that weird low tone. It wasn’t as if you hadn’t heard him speaking to the criminal all the time. His voice was higher pitched and far less strained back then. Was he trying to put on some kind of manly voice to seem cool or something?
“Well,” you shot him a look, “I mean I did kick the guy in the nuts. No helpless damsel would do that, you know.”
If the superhero wasn’t wearing his mask, you might have seen him smile.
‘Stubborn as ever.’ He thought to himself.
“Pshhh, you only got that opportunity because I snatched your phone from him.” He countered causing you to let out a noise in realization.
“Oh shit. Yeah, could I have that back?” You recalled, causing Spider-Man to nod.
“Sure, one sec.” He said as he ran back a bit before expelling a web and swinging back up to the rooftop he had been perched on before he came down to kick ass.
You wait until he came back down to respond.
“Thank you! I gotta call Jungkook and tell him I just fucking met Spider-Man.” You laughed to yourself, shaking your head as you took your phone out of his hand.
“J-Jungkook?” The hero stuttered, voice sounding deeper than ever.
“He’s my best friend. He’s gonna freak out when I tell him. He never shuts up about how cool he thinks you are.” You smiled, reaching for your phone.
Pressing down on the home screen button hesitantly, you let out a sigh of relief when your phone lit up, cracked but not broken.
“Well, uh, I better go alert the police and all that.” Spider-Man nodded awkwardly, eyes fixated on your phone as you hit call and held it up to your ear.
“No wait, stay! Jungkook would shit himself if you said hi to him.” You explained, turning towards the masked man with pleading eyes.
God, he prayed you wouldn’t be able to hear his obnoxious ringtone of Wiz Khalifa’s Black and Yellow going off from where he had hidden his backpack up on a nearby rooftop.
“C’mon... answer, Kook.” You huffed as the call continued to ring.
The hero shifted nervously, needing to leave without seeming suspicious.
“I don’t think your friend is gonna answer.” He laughed nervously, “Why don’t we take a selfie for him to see instead?”
Grabbing the phone out of your hand, he pulls you into his side eagerly, causing you to let out a surprised yelp.
“Say cheese!” Spider-Man enthused, holding up your phone, the front-facing camera on.
You barely managed to smiled in time as he took the photo, still confused at his sudden motions.
“Hey, nice! You can post that if you want.” He told you, handing you back your phone hurriedly. “Well, I gotta run. It was nice meeting you!”
You frowned as he began to walk away.
“Wait–”
“Caption it ‘With your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man!’” He yelled back at you with a wave, his pace increasing to a jog before he yanked himself up by web and over a building, disappearing from sight.
“Jeez, he’s in a rush.” You say out loud to yourself, shoulders lowering.
If only Jungkook had picked up his stupid phone, then he would have spoken to the superhero. What was with him? Lately, it was seeming like it was harder and harder to get in contact with your usually accessible best friend.
You hadn’t seen Jungkook the entire summer as you went away to camp, and you couldn’t feel like the Jungkook you had come back to was a different one.
He had bulked up over the summer, which was a weird sight to take in when you had been so used to the lanky frame he had been sporting for his entire life. Along with the addition of muscle, he had become weirdly distant. You hadn’t had a chance to actually sit and hang out with him, to catch up like the two of you usually did after the summer. It had been two weeks since you’ve come back and for whatever reason, whatever interactions you had with Jungkook were usually cut short by him having somewhere to go. Also, after school the two of you usually met up to do school work but for the past two weeks, he had been canceling those plans, unable to show up.
He had been a pretty shitty best friend for the past two weeks, in all honesty. The least he could do is answer his damn phone.
You let out a sigh.
To your surprise the man that had laid sulking against the wall, let out a muffled grunt, pulling you out of your thoughts. You turn to him; you had forgotten he was even there.
He sent a glare your way, clearly upset with the way his Friday night had turned out. You flash him a sheepish smile before turning to head towards Jungkook’s apartment.
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Jungkook fumbled through the window of his room, having had bounded up the fire escape.
You were heading toward his apartment. Of course you were. He knew there was a slim chance that someone as excitable as you would march back home silently after having had run into a superhero.
In fact, Jungkook hadn’t really left as he made you believe. Really, he had perched himself along the side of a building, hidden from your inquisitive eyes in order to see exactly what you would do with him gone.
He audibly groaned the moment you turned around to head towards a direction that was, without a doubt, not the way to your apartment.
What followed was a hurried visit to the nearest police station to inform them of his entangled friend, a quick outfit change, and a panicking Jungkook to get to his apartment before you did.
Closing his window shut before scurrying over to his school bag, he yanked out notebooks so that he could throw them onto his bed. He needed to look like he had been studying all night, and not swinging from building to building.
Jungkook jumped in place at the sound of knocking outside his apartment door. The multitude of knocks rang out in a pattern that was distinctively yours.
Smoothing out his shirt, he made his way towards his front door.
Opening the door, he was met by his cross-armed best friend.
"Hey–"
"Is your aunt home?" You interrupted, eyes flickering over his shoulder and into his apartment.
"No, it's book club night." He replied, shrugging as if to seem nonchalant.
Immediately, you pushed past him, storming into the apartment with a huff. Your green apple scented shampoo wafting past him.
"What the fuck, Kook?! Where the hell were you?!” You exclaimed, “Did you see my texts?”
Jungkook wanted to turn around and shut the door but the look you were giving him told him it was in his best interest to respond to you now.
"Oh, sorry. I've been studying nonstop today. My phone must have died or been on silent." Jungkook told you, his voice shaking slightly. He cleared his throat in an attempt to calm his nerves.
You glared at him but ultimately sighed, knowing there was nothing you could do now.
"Well while you were busy studying, I was busy helping fucking Spider-Man kick some drunk guy's ass." You told him.
Jungkook opened his mouth, about to correct you that actually it was just him who had apprehended the man but he caught himself just in time, flashing you an excited smile instead, mirroring your own.
"What?! No way!" He gaped, causing you to nod excitedly.
"I swear!" You insisted, reaching into your back pocket for your phone. "We took a selfie together. Ignore my cracked screen, the drunk asshole knocked it out of my hand."
Jungkook walked over to you, peering over your shoulder as he watches you fiddle with your newly cracked screen, pulling up the selfie you and him had taken. Jungkook couldn't help but laugh at the photo.
It was funny; you were smiling but wore a slightly perplexed expression as you weren't expected to be yanked into the superhero's side. Then, of course, there was the underlying fact that you were standing here showing Jungkook a photo of himself without you even knowing.
At the familiar sound of Jungkook's chuckle, you turned your head towards him. You let yourself stare at your best friend's profile for a moment. He's always had such a nice smile.
Really, Jungkook was a good looking guy. If it weren't for his total cluelessness when it came to girls, you'd imagine he would have a girlfriend by now. His sudden beefing up this summer probably sent the girls at your school for a loop; you know it sure did for you.
Was that why he wasn't hanging out with you anymore? Did he have other girls to hang out with now?
The thought made you frown. You probably sounded super needy but the idea bothered you. Obviously, you knew eventually you weren't going to be the only girl in Jungkook's life but still... he didn't have to push you away if that was the case.
You shook your head, wanting to clear your mind from those thoughts.
“You’re about the same height as him I think.” You observed bluntly causing Jungkook to grow flustered.
"O-Oh. Am I? That's cool, I guess." He laughed nervously, moving towards the living room couch, wanting to sit down before you could further analyze his and Spider-Man's physical similarities.
Rubbing your shoe against the inside of your ankle, you wondered if it would be okay to bring up the fact that you had felt like the two of you had been distancing lately. Would it make things weird and tense? You hated tip-toeing around your feelings but maybe you should suck it up rather than sticking your nose into something the might not be your business. Maybe Jungkook had some personal things going on and you just had to give him some space.
Jungkook turned his head from his spot on the couch, his big brown eyes meeting yours.
"Do you have a girlfriend?"
The words came out of your mouth before you could stop yourself, surprising both Jungkook and you.
Jungkook's eyes widened at your question, a surprised laugh tumbling out of his lips.
"W-What?"
You shook your head sheepishly, you hadn't meant to be that blunt.
"I dunno. I just feel like we haven't talked at all since I got back from camp. We used to have post-summer sleepovers where we would do that cliche thing where we just stay up all night and talk about our summer. We didn't do that this year." You pointed out, feeling slightly childish for whining to him about it, but doing so regardlessly.
Jungkook quirked up an eyebrow, "So you think I have a girlfriend?"
Jungkook did feel bad that you felt this way, you were his best friend and he missed spending time with you. But as much as he wanted to catch up, he couldn't exactly explain that over the summer he had gotten bit by a radioactive spider and woke up the next day with superpowers. Mr. Stark had stressed that it was in Jungkook's best interest to keep his identity a secret; he wasn't even allowed to tell his Aunt May.
Ironic, coming from the man who walked around publicly known as Iron Man.
"I mean, who knows! We haven't talked–"
Your words fell flat as your eyes fell on the bruise that Jungkook was sporting along his cheek. That wasn't there when you first got here, was it?
“Woah, what happened to your cheek?” You exclaimed in concern, eyes wide.
Jungkook’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. What was wrong with his cheek?
He opened his mouth to ask you just that when the memory of your drunker assaulter getting a solid hit on him, entered his mind.
Thanks to his newly accelerated healing process, the welt on his cheek must have already formed into a bluish-purple stain. Within another hour or two the bruise would be gone.
"Oh, you know... I, uh, got hit." He stalled, trying to think of a good excuse he could tell you.
"By what?"
Jungkook opened his mouth only to close it and open it once more, "A golf ball."
It was the first object that came to his mind and he could tell by the way you were looking at him dubiously that you weren't buying it.
"Where the hell were you that you got hit by a golf ball?" You pressed, an eyebrow raised.
Jungkook shrugged absentmindedly, "They opened up this awesome new indoor golf place nearby. I went a couple of hours ago and got hit by a rookie player."
You blinked in confusion.
"I thought you said you were studying nonstop today?" You countered, pointing out the obvious hole in his lie.
Jungkook's eyes widened momentarily at his mistake before relaxing his expression, so as not to raise suspicion.
"Right… And I was! This was before I started studying. I wanted to have some fun before I drowned myself in work so that’s why I checked it out."
Jungkook could feel his chest swell at the clever save. There really had been a new indoor golf course that opened up nearby. There was no way you could refute his excuse.
“Really? Huh, I didn't even know you liked golf.” You confessed.
"Yeah, it's... something I picked up over the summer." He let out awkwardly.
"You would've laughed your ass off if you were there. The ball really got a gnarly hit on me."
The side of your mouth threatened to tilt up, the thought of your unsuspecting best friend getting whacked with a golf ball amusing you greatly, but there was something about his words that caused a nagging thought to tug at the back of your mind.
“If it makes you feel any better, you still got a gnarly hit on me, remember? Technically, you’re ahead.”
Those were the words that Spider-Man had said to the drunk man earlier today. What a weird coincidence.
Your eyes fell onto Jungkook's cheek, the blue stain capturing your attention.
Spider-Man had gotten hit on that cheek if you remembered correctly. How strange...
You tilted your head to the side.
Jungkook knew that look on your face. It was the face of a brilliant and whirling mind. You were extremely perceptive and it terrified him.
Everything was falling together. You remembered thinking that the hero's voice initially sounded familiar before he had forced it into a lower octave. And now with Jungkook showing up with a matching bruise and the same vocabulary as him, was this really all some giant coincidence?
Or was Jungkook... Spider-Man?
Your eyes widened, enlarging almost comically.
“Oh my fucking god!”
Jungkook immediately jumped up from the couch, beginning to walk over to the kitchen.
“Hey, are you hungry? I’m hungry! Mm, food! Let’s eat something, yeah?”
“Don’t tell me…” You began, eyes following his movement.
The boy in question pried the fridge open, a finger tapping against his chin as if contemplating.
“Let’s see here. We've got pizza—”
“Jungkook—”
“Oh! May bought taquitos, nice!”
“Jungkook!” You interjected once more causing your best friend to shush you.
“Y/N, please. You know how important dinner is to me. I can’t get this wrong.” He dismissed you with a dramatic wave of a hand, before once again directing his attention to the freezer portion of his aunt’s fridge.
You rolled your eyes. Turning away from him, you inspected the living room, a wild idea sprouting in your mind.
Jungkook was in the midst of inspecting a bag of frozen tater tots when it happened.
A tingling sensation traveled up from the nape of his neck up to the base of his skull. He didn’t know how to explain it, but before he could move to pry his eyes off of the frozen potatoes, his hand shot up beside him, clutching the book that had been thrown at him and was just inches away from hitting him in the head.
Shit.
Jungkook grimaced once he realized what he had just done and turned his head to look at you.
You stood in the living room, eyes wide as you took in how Jungkook had flawlessly caught the book you had flung at him without so much as looking in its direction.
“I fucking knew it.” You breathed.
“You just threw a fucking book at me!” Jungkook quipped back, eager to change the subject.
“Jungkook… you’re that guy! The spider kid everyone has been talking about!” You could feel yourself start to shake in excitement.
This time it was Jungkook’s turn for his eyes to widen.
“Um… I don’t…”
“My best friend is a superhero, holy fuck!” You gaped, still trying to wrap your mind around it.
Jungkook's head turned towards his apartment's still open front door. He shushed you, urging you to lower your voice.
“Woah, let’s calm down now—”
“I mean I had a feeling you were. I wouldn’t have thrown the book at your face if I wasn’t at least seventy five percent sure—”
“Seventy-five percent?! You risked the integrity of my face on seventy-five percent? Dude, you literally could have broken my face.” Jungkook interrupted, eyes wide.
“But I didn't. You caught it without even looking at it... you didn’t even flinch, Jungkook! ” You exclaimed, the implications of the situation finally hitting you.
“What’s the big deal? So I caught a book after you hurled it at me, that makes me a superhero? Man, crack really is one hell of a drug.” Jungkook joked, trying to sound nonchalant but failing with the way the nervous tone of his voice bled through his words.
You frowned at his joke, “Jungkook. I love you, but you have the reflexes of a sloth.”
“That’s a gross overstatement.” He scoffed uncomfortably, unable to meet your eyes.
“Well, you used to! Before you started crawling up walls and swinging off buildings.” You marveled, mind still reeling.
“Y/N—”
“No, you know what? This makes so much sense.” You thought out loud, beginning to make your way over to the kitchen. “It's why you suddenly became ripped over the course of a single summer, why you get all weird and leave at the most random times and why you can never hang out at night— dammit, how did I not realize sooner!”
You had reached to where your fidgeting best friend stood in front of a now-closed refrigerator. Jungkook squirmed more with every step you took towards him.
“If I’m being honest, I kind of just thought you were on steroids or something.” You shrugged. “I never would have guessed that you were running around being Arachne-boy.”
Jungkook let out an offended noise.
“Okay, first of all… ouch. Second of all, the name is Spider-Man. Not Arachne-boy, not spider kid. Spider-Man.” Jungkook corrected with furrowed eyebrows.
At his words and lack of denial, you narrowed your eyes at him.
Noting his mistake, Jungkook quickly changed his expression into a more relaxed one, flashing you a nervous grin, “I mean… I heard he doesn’t like it when people get his name wrong.”
You let out a hum, contemplating his words.
“N-Not that he is a he! I mean who knows? Spider-Man could be a she! Gender is a social construct after all…” He trailed off as you neared your face to his, scrutinizing him closely.
At your proximity, he felt his face heat up, eyes flickering away from your inquisitive ones.
You had this aura about you; it was as if the moment you stepped into a room you commanded all of Jungkook’s attention and it often left him flustered whenever you got too close. He thought that was why investigative journalism was perfect for you and why you did it so well. Something about you just always left Jungkook feeling vulnerable and warm in the face.
Jungkook flirted with the idea that he might like you as more than just a best friend before, but he tried his best to shut that idea down whenever it would come up. He couldn’t like his best friend… certainly not when he had to hide the fact that he was a superhero from her.
You studied the way Jungkook couldn’t meet your eyes, a soft pink hue falling over his cheeks. You pressed your lips together as you looked at him– really looked at him.
He didn’t look any different, other than the sudden spurt of body muscle, you decided.
And, despite his sudden flakiness, you supposed he hadn’t changed much personality wise. He was still the immature and slightly dorky best friend you had always had. But still… there was something… different about him.
You sighed, taking a step back.
“Fine. Let’s say for a moment that you aren’t Spider-Man. How do you explain the way you beefed up practically overnight?”
At your words, Jungkook noticeably untensed.
Mr. Stark prepared him for this question the moment he first got in touch with Jungkook.
The day Jungkook had walked into his apartment to find Tony Stark, engineering genius, head of Stark Industries, and most notably, fucking Iron Man, sitting on his couch chatting casually with his Aunt May, Jungkook just about shit his pants.
And when Mr. Stark finally revealed that he had been keeping eyes of Jungkook, on Spider-Man, he nearly passed out onto the floor right then and there.
While he wasn’t exactly been recruited into the Avengers as he would have hoped, he was geared up with a brand new suit and with the knowledge that should Mr. Stark need him, he’d call. Along with a brief lesson in how to dodge any questions his Aunt May might throw his way.
“I got a gym membership over the summer.”
You frowned, “Yeah, but—”
“Look, I dunno, maybe I experienced some sort of late-onset puberty that helped me build muscle or something.” He offered, causing you to fight back an eye roll.
“Okay, right. So then why do you disappear at random times throughout the day, then?”
Fuck.
Jungkook didn’t have a rehearsed answer for this. If his Aunt May were to ask him this question, he would use visiting you as an excuse, but you weren’t Aunt May. He didn’t think to factor in his inquisitive best friend. He scoured his brain for a believable excuse, the way you were staring at him expectantly causing him to panic.
“I… have… a shitting problem.” Jungkook told you, regret instantly flooding him.
Of all the things that could have come to his mind, he told you he had some sort of bowel condition?!
Fuck, he was an idiot.
You blinked at him, clearly at a loss for words.
“You have a shitting problem.” You reiterated.
Jungkook cringed, “Apparently so.”
“Like irritable bowel syndrome?” You inquired.
Jungkook wanted death. Or at least, wanted to be able to time travel back to a few seconds ago so he could punch himself out before he could tell you that he had irregular bowel movements.
You crossed your arms over your chest, unsure of what to make of this information.
“So, what? You just… have to go to the bathroom all the time? For long periods of time?” You pondered.
“Yeah, well, that sure sounds like what a shitting problem is.” He replied with a quick tilt of his head.
“Oh.” You replied.
The atmosphere in the room quickly turned uncomfortable, both of you falling silent. Jungkook, as he cursed himself internally, and you as you tried to decide whether or not to believe Jungkook without seeming insensitive.
You cleared your throat, “Well. I hope you’re doing okay. Shitting problem and all.”
Jungkook couldn’t hold back the way his body physically recoiled at your statement. God, why couldn’t he have been a time-traveling superhero?
“But, I still have one more question.”
“Shoot.” Jungkook encouraged. It wasn’t as if anything he said after this could beat the fact that he falsely confessed to having bathroom troubles.
“Why can’t you hang out with me during the night anymore?” You asked, hand dragging the charm on your necklace side to side across its chain.
Jungkook recognizes the gesture, it was something you did when you were either uncomfortable, nervous or a mixture of both.
Jungkook let out a sigh, a boyish grin falling onto his lips.
“C’mon, Y/N. I’m eighteen. I’m a man. I’m allowed to keep my nightly affairs a secret He teased.
To his surprise, however, instead of rolling your eyes at him like he was expecting, a deep frown found its way onto your lips.
“What’s wrong?” Jungkook inquired immediately, worried that he had upset you somehow.
You held his eyes for a moment.
“I dunno. Maybe I’m crazy but there really is something different about you. I don’t really know how to describe it, I feel it. And it feels… not right. It feels like you’re hiding things from me and that’s not what we do. We’ve never done that.” You explained softly.
Jungkook felt his stomach sink. You were right. From the moment the two of you, you had become inseparable. Every event that the two of you had faced, both fortunate and unfortunate, had been faced together. You told each other everything.
Jungkook was a happy kid for the most part, but he had suffered great loss; he had lost both of his parents in a plane crash when he was four years old. And just last year, his uncle was shot during a burglary gone wrong.
Jungkook once told you that he blamed himself for his uncle’s death, but you constantly reassured him that there was nothing that he could have done. It never seemed to soothe him, however.
For a while, Jungkook was really fucked up over the loss of his uncle. You had given him some space to let him grieve, and it wasn’t until a couple of months ago that things finally started to feel okay again.
But here you were again, in the strange place where you wanted him to talk to you about what was wrong, but not wanting to force him into doing anything that might make him uncomfortable.
“I know.” Was all he could reply, riddled with feelings of guilt.
You bite down onto your lip for a moment, the action capturing Jungkook’s attention before he quickly caught himself and prevented himself from staring.
“Jungkook.” You finally spoke, causing him to perk up.
“You would tell me if you were Spider-Man, right? You wouldn’t keep that a secret from me. You would trust me, right?” You questioned, holding his stare unabashedly.
Jungkook swallowed, an uneasy feeling spreading through him.
You were staring up at him with an uncharacteristically vulnerable expression. You were always the confident one. Jungkook usually just trailed behind you, cracking jokes every now and then while you actually pursued your passions seriously. Jungkook was not a bad student, by any means, he was a smart guy with a knack for engineering but he didn’t have that passion and drive that you did. He could never carry himself the way you did.
He admired you for all these qualities, and yet here you were asking him to comfort you because for once in your life you were unsure of yourself.
He felt his mouth run dry, unable to find the words to answer your question.
At his silence, your shoulders dropped.
For just a moment, a look of hurt washed over you. It was only momentarily, Jungkook would have missed it if he blinked, but it was enough to make him feel like absolute shit.
“I think I should go.” You murmured dejectedly.
Jungkook flinched at your words, “No, stay.”
“No,” You shook your head, “I have a presentation for debate class to plan anyway.”
You turned around and grabbed your school bag off from the floor, where you had absentmindedly placed it sometime during your arrival.
“Fuck, Y/N, you can stay here, seriously. We’ll do homework together all night like we used to, yeah?”
“No, uh… I really just have to go.” You pressed, voice sounding small.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
How does he fix this? Why does being a superhero have to be this fucking complicated?
“Y/N—”
“I’ll see you tomorrow at school.” You cut him off, sending him a curt nod before making your way towards the open front door to leave.
His chest tightened painfully as he started to watch you leave.
And before he could think to second guess himself, he extended his right arm out towards you, pressing his fingers down against his palm.
Just as you were about to step out of the apartment, the front door slams shut, causing you to scream.
You stumble back a few steps, hand clutching your pounding chest.
“What the hell was—”
Your words fall flat, as your eyes fixated on the front door knob.
Coating the bronze plated object was what seemed to be a trillion little glimmering threads, intertwined with one another in a way that was neither patterned or arbitrary, but beautiful all the same.
It swayed gently as if being tugged on ever so slightly.
Your mind went blank as you let your eyes follow the string of web that emerged from somewhere behind you.
Turning around, your wide eyes met Jungkook’s scared ones, soaking in the way he and his extended arm were connected to the string of web that had yanked the door shut by its handle.
Jungkook let out of a breath, “Sorry. I panicked.”
You nodded as you were completely at a loss for words.
“Stay?” He pressed, sounding nervous. You swallowed, trying to soothe your dry throat.
Your best friend was Spider-Man.
Your best fucking friend was actually Spider-Man!
“Sure.” You croaked out, words still feeling strange to use in this situation.
“Any chance you’d wanna do that super cliché thing where we ask each other about what we did over the summer?” Jungkook began awkwardly.
You nodded.
“Sure. But, uh, I’m gonna go ahead and guess that yours was infinitely more interesting than mine.” You say through a breath, still eyeing the silk of thread emerging from Jungkook’s wrist.
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With the apartment door now firmly shut, Jungkook could talk to you in confidence; he didn’t have to work about his pesky neighbors who were quite frankly incapable of minding their own business.
As the two of you sat down on his couch, he began to explain to you everything that had happened to him over the summer: the spider bite, his transformation, Tony Stark’s involvement– everything.
Every word that tumbled from his lips left him feeling lighter; he didn’t realize just how heavily this secret had been weighing down on him until he finally had someone to share it with.
But Jungkook knew what you now knowing meant. It meant that there was now a greater possibility of the world finding out who Spider-Man actually was.
“I need you to swear that you’ll keep Spider-Man’s identity a secret. You can’t tell anyone.”
“I won’t–”
Jungkook interrupted you with wide eyes as he further stressed his point, “Not your parents, not your sister, not Aunt May, not anyone, Y/N. If word gets out that I’m Spider-Man then that puts everyone I love at risk. Including you.”
“You can trust me, Kook.” You reminded him gently, trying to comfort your somewhat panicked best friend.
A part of you felt awful to see him like this. You felt like you had accidentally guilted him into telling you and now he was stressed out because of it. You still could hardly fucking wrap your mind around the fact that the superhero that you saw tumbling and swinging off skyscrapers on Youtube was your best friend but you knew for Jungkook’s sake you had to remain calm.
Jungkook stared at you for a moment, admiring the way you were keeping your composure and stared back at him with sincerity. You could have been freaking out and screaming it to the world by now, but you weren't. You were sat beside him instead, looking at him as if nothing had changed at all, as if he wasn’t able to spew webs and climb walls now.
He couldn’t ask for a better best friend.
“I know I can.” He told you earnestly, before holding out his pinky finger to you hesitantly.
“But I need you to swear.”
The gesture was immensely juvenile in nature, something the two of you used to use in your earlier years of friendship. But the significance of a pinky promise between the two of you held great value.
It was childish, but for the two of you, a pinky promise was unbreakable. Sacred, even. This was Jungkook telling you that he was trusting only you with this and that it meant a great deal to him.
You wrapped your pinky finger around his.
“I swear.” You told him firmly.
Comically, Jungkook let out an audible breath in relief.
“You have no idea how good it feels to finally get that off my chest. The life of a superhero is a lonely one." He sighs dramatically.
You give him a lopsided smile, still not able to believe that your best friend and you were casually chatting about his double life as a superhero.
"You know Tony Stark, huh? Sick." You said with a wiggle of your eyebrows.
At the mention of his role model's name, Jungkook noticeably perked up.
"He's like my mentor. He said he'd call me if he ever needed my help. It's fucking crazy, right?!" He mused, eyes sparkling in excitement.
You looked at him in matched awe, "So you're like an Avenger, right?"
Jungkook shifted in his seat. This exact question was one he had asked Mr. Stark directly, the prospect of joining the team of superheroes sworn in to protect the world too tempting to resist. Tony had been quick to avoid a direct answer, but Jungkook just figured he was somewhat of an Avenger in training. Or at least, he hoped he was.
"Uh, I mean, you know… yeah, basically." He told you with an awkward shrug. He didn't mean to lie but dammit, he was a superhero. He didn't need you thinking he was some lame Walmart version that didn't make the Avengers cut.
"Ah! My best friend is so cool!" You squealed gleefully, clearly not picking up on Jungkook's little white lie.
Jungkook let out a small chuckle at your excited state.
Suddenly, you held your hand out in front of you, all of your fingers but your pointer finger neatly tucked into your palm.
"What?"
"Web me." You declared. Jungkook stifled a laugh.
"What, why?"
You sighed, "I wanna see your webbing up close. Web me, you coward."
You wiggled your pointer finger at him, causing him to roll his eyes. It was typical you to want to sick your nose in all the details of some great story. You were a future reporter after all.
You watched with curious eyes as the unmasked Spider-Man held out his wrist. You let out a small squeak as a thin web shot out and wrapped itself around your finger.
'Amazing...' You thought silently, as you brought your finger higher up into your view.
Staring down at the intricate webbed design that was wrapped around your finger, you marveled at it. How could something that appeared so fragile be so strong?
“So this comes out of you?” You inquired, mind reeling.
Jungkook nodded, “Yeah—”
“Like everywhere?” You turned towards your best friend, eyes wide in curiosity.
“What?” Jungkook blinked, not understanding what you were asking.
You moved your eyes away from your webbed phalange and onto your perplexed looking best friend.
“Are all the liquids you expel... you know… webbed?”
Jungkook paused for a moment to take in your question. His cheeks and ears reddened in realization.
“Are you asking me if I piss out webs?” He asked in disbelief.
“To be honest, I’m actually more concerned about if you’re jizzing out strands of this stuff.” You admit, wagging your web coated finger at him for emphasis.
“Y/N!” Jungkook exclaimed, his eyes nearly falling out of his head.
“What? It’s a valid question!” You defended yourself, causing Jungkook to run his hand through his hair.
“For Pete’s sake, no, I don’t— just no. It comes from my wrists and only my wrists.”
“Interesting.” You nodded, clearly unphased by what it was you had just asked him. “Wait, another thing.”
“Yeah?”
“How did you stop that book I threw at you without even seeing it? Do you have eight eyes like a spider?” You wondered. Jungkook stared back at you, trying to determine the sincerity of your question.
“I– Do I look like… No. No extra eyes. I don’t really know how to explain it but I kind of just have this… sense for danger. It’s this like feeling, I guess, that I get when something’s wrong.”
You nodded.
“Is that how you know to run off and save the day?”
“Yep.”
“So you’re just walking around when suddenly you’re like, “Aha! My spidey senses are tingling!’” You enthuse, extending a palm out to mimic your best friend’s signature pose.
Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows, “I mean… dumb name for it but sure.”
You hummed, soaking in the information you had just received.
“Oh God,” Jungkook began, eyes widening, “are you about to go all private eye on me and ask me a shit ton of questions now?”
You let out an offended scoff, crossing your arms over your chest. “No.”
Jungkook sank further back into his couch. You were the girl who always asked too many questions in class, never content with the fact that not everything had a satisfying explanation. You craved understanding and the truth, the concepts being the very things that gave your life meaning. Once you became president of your school’s newspaper, that need for knowledge only spiraled into an insatiable thirst that left you always on the hunt for the next big scoop.
Usually, Jungkook dreaded when you found something of interest as it usually followed with a flood of questions or a week of discussion brought upon by you. Jungkook would try his best to keep up the conversation but you usually led the direction of it.
“Really?” He mused, staring at you with a crooked grin, knowing damn well you already had a list of questions lined up in the back of your mind.
You glared at him for a few silent beats before letting out a defeated sigh.
“Fine, yes.”
“Knew it.”
“Well, can you blame me?! I have the inside scoop to New York’s newest superhero!” You huffed, causing Jungkook to laugh.
“True. Literally, no one else knows but you.” He shrugged.
You opened your mouth to respond, when you suddenly snapped it shut, a certain glimmer finding your eyes.
Jungkook frowned.
He knew that look; you had an idea formulating in that brilliant mind of yours.
“You know what would be super cool?” You began, a sly tone to your words.
Jungkook narrowed his eyes, “What?”
“If Spider-Man agreed to an exclusive interview for the school’s paper.” You smiled, looking about as innocent as an angel.
“Y/N, what the fuck? What happened to swearing to keep my identity a secret?” Jungkook pressed with a shake of his head.
You rolled your eyes, waving at him dismissively, “I don’t have to give up your identity in order for me to interview you, you dork.”
“People will know I’m a student at our high school if I agree to do an interview for our school newspaper. That’s not a random thing that superheroes do.” He pointed out. You shook your head furiously, already having had thought this decision through.
“Not necessarily! Look, you saved me, right? You could have agreed to an interview after that. I mean, we have a selfie together to prove that we met. I just got lucky is all. Plus, you know me. You’d get a say in whatever I do or don’t publish. What have you got to lose?” You explained.
Jungkook looked at you wearily, still not sold on the idea.
You sat back into the cushion of the couch, biting down onto your lip. You had to convince Jungkook to say yes or otherwise, you’d literally never forgive yourself for missing the biggest career opportunity you’d ever come across.
You let out a sigh before speaking, “The people have a right to get to know the hero that’s protecting them.”
Jungkook noticeably tensed at your words, as they clearly resonated with him.
You had known Jungkook for a long time. Yes, he was a dork and slightly clueless at times, but above all, he was a good guy. He had always had a great moral compass and believed in compassion and justice. You weren’t doing this solely because it would garner lots of attention to your school’s magazine, but because a large part of you really truly did believe that Jungkook was worth getting to know.
Even if it was the masked version of him.
Jungkook sighed, a conflicted look on his face.
“Please, Kook.”
You were staring at him pleadingly, a small pout on your lips, as if you couldn’t possibly go on with your life without getting the chance to interview him.
Jungkook knew this probably wasn’t the moment to have this thought enter his head, but he couldn’t help but think you looked rather cute this way.
Because for the first time ever, after watching school policies and administration capture your curiosity, it was something Jungkook had done that had lit the fire behind those inquisitive eyes of yours.
Jungkook held your eyes for a moment, weighing his options before he flashes you a mischievous smile.
“Alright then. Give me your worst.”
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You let out a sigh, tapping your fingers against the wooden surface of your desk in time with the ticking of the clock you were staring at.
Needless to say, your published Spider-Man interview was a hit among the school; it had even attracted the attention of local mainstream media, which had you beyond excited.
Jungkook and you had gone out for celebratory pizza, you recalled. You took him out to Joe’s since it was his favorite pizza place, and the two of you spent the night laughing and stuffing your face with pizza just like you used to do. With Jungkook’s double life secret having had finally been revealed to you, everything had finally gone back to normal.
Jungkook once again went back to spending every free moment he had with you, minus the times he had to run off and fight crime of course. You had your best friend back.
You let your forehead hit the cool surface of your desk.
If only he had shown up this morning.
Three days ago, Jungkook had, literally, swung by your apartment to tell you that he was going to be gone for the weekend. Tony Stark apparently needed his help, meaning he would be fighting an actual bad guy, with actual powers and an actual possibility of Jungkook getting hurt.
The thought of something happening to him made you feel sick and no matter how hard you tried to lose yourself in your teachers’ lectures, you couldn’t shake Jungkook from your thoughts.
Your mind kept playing back scenes of the two of you laid out on his bed, school notebooks and an open pizza box covering his bed. You had memorized the way his nose scrunched slightly before taking a bite of pizza with how often you replayed the memory in your mind.
You missed having someone you could talk to over the phone for hours when you grew bored on the weekend. You missed the sound of his laugh, his real one. The one that came out harsher than he would’ve liked and that ended in his panting for breath and his eyes watery.
God, this was a really fucking lousy time to realize you had feelings for Jungkook, given that he was missing and what not.
How did that saying go? You don’t know what you have until you maybe might possibly lose it?
You let out a groan. You just wanted to know that he was okay.
As if responding to your frustration, the final bell rang out, signifying the end of your last class and school. It was Monday and Jungkook hadn’t shown up to school, his spot beside you remaining glaringly empty.
You began your journey back home with a heavy mind. You kept checking your phone for any incoming message that might come in from him.
Should you call May and ask if he had come home? Maybe he had fallen ill and had decided to skip school. Or maybe May didn’t know that Jungkook hadn’t come home yet. She had a crazy busy social life and usually left the apartment alone for you and Jungkook to hang out in.
You had no clue if you should get involved. If Jungkook was just an ordinary guy than you would have marched up to his apartment and told May yourself that he was missing. But Jungkook was anything but ordinary, he had an entire other life he had to keep from the world and anything thing you did could potentially put that at risk.
How were you to know if your worries were justified or if it was just your embarrassing crush on your best friend that had you thinking radically?
Surely Jungkook was fine. He was with Tony Stark and the other Avengers after all. He was probably out celebrating their amazing defeat with some pizza or something. Right?
Before you knew it, you were home and another two hours had passed by without any word from Jungkook.
You lay on your bed sulking, wishing the worn out mattress could just swallow you hole.
If he didn’t show up tomorrow, you were going to contact May. You dropped an arm over your eyes, letting out a conflicted whine.
Your stomach was churning at the possibility of Jungkook dying as Spider-Man without anyone knowing.
God, you hoped you hoped you weren’t going to expose Spider-Man’s identity with Jungkook completely fine and showing up just an hour after you tell May.
“Dammit!” You groaned to yourself, wanting to scream out in frustration but you didn’t want to alarm your parents and younger sister that were all in their own respective rooms.
The sound of your window being forced up caused you to jump up in surprise, head turning towards the sound.
You let out a breath as a familiar red and blue man poked his head in, having had successfully opened your window.
Reaching for the back of his neck, the hero pulled his mask over his head, revealing a frazzled looking Jungkook.
He slid into your room.
“Fuck, okay before you say anything please know that I still did my half of our government assignment—”
Jungkook’s sentence was cut short by you jumping off your bed and throwing your arms around him.
He fumbled back a step at the impact of you hugging him, a hand of his moving to hold against your back.
“Fuck. You’re okay.” You breathed into his neck, voice shaking slightly.
Immediately, Jungkook wrapped his arms around you, not expecting such an emotional response.
“I’m okay.” He told you soothingly, holding you against him.
Sliding two hands to his chest, you pushed against it, forcing him to release you.
Immediately, you balled up your fist and punch the side of his arm.
“Ow!” He cried out.
“Jeon Jungkook, you’re an idiot! What the fuck! I thought you had died when you didn’t show up to school this morning.” You scold him angrily, eyes running over the face you had missed so much.
He was sporting a rather nasty cut along his brow bone, but other than that, he looked exactly like the Jungkook you knew and loved.
You blinked.
You loved him. More than as a best friend. You knew that for sure now that he was standing in front of you, looking at you with warm, apologetic brown eyes.
You felt your face heat up at the realization and you turned your head away from him, unable to meet his big doe eyes.
“Y/N, I’m so sorry. Mr. Stark really needed me today; it was crazy, I had to fight this really tall dude that they called Ant-Man, which doesn’t even make sense first of all, and oh! I stole Captain America’s shield. It was awesome... but then I lost my stupid cell phone which was a lot less awesome— Y/N, please forgive me, I know I suck.”
You let out a sigh. Jungkook looked sincerely sorry but you could see the excitement in his eyes as he recounted his weekend. You should have accounted for the possibility of something like this happening. He was a superhero, he could take care of himself. But still, you couldn’t stop shaking, the thought that you could’ve lost him still jarring.
“Sit.” You said, gesturing towards your bed. “Let me go get something for that cut of yours.”
Jungkook watched as you turned away from him and made your way into your bathroom, undoubtedly to look for some medical supplies that you always kept handy.
He felt weird. You seemed… overwhelmed. He supposed that was normal; it wasn’t like there was some sort of guidebook on how to be a superhero, much less be the best friend to one.
Walking over to your bed, he plopped down on it, obeying your orders. Shortly after, you returned with some supplies such as antibacterial cream and band-aids.
Wordlessly, you sat down next to him, before moving to clean the cut.
“Does May even know you’re alive?” You asked, causing Jungkook to nod.
“I told her that I had an internship opportunity at Stark Industries before I left so she knew where I was. As soon as I knew I was going to be needed an extra day, I had Mr. Stark call her to let her know. Surprisingly, I don’t have your number memorized so I couldn’t call you. I’m sorry.” He apologized once again.
You sighed.
“It’s okay. I know you were busy kicking ass.” You told him, offering him a soft grin.
Jungkook flinched at the contact of you spreading the ointment onto his open flesh but otherwise smiled back at you.
“It was so awesome! I mean not awesome because it was kind of a heroes against heroes thing which is weird, but anyway back to Ant-Man. You ever see that really old movie Empire Strikes Back? When they’re on that snow planet with the walking things? It was kind of like that.”
You offered your best friend a soft smile as he began to ramble on about the encounter. You wanted to be excited, and you imagine that under another circumstance, you would have been. But you find his words hollowing out into the background as thoughts of Jungkook one day possibly getting hurt took up your immediate attention.
You covered the injury with two band-aids, placed adjacent to one another. They were leftover ones from the Valentine’s Day exchange you and Jungkook had done this year.
The two of you figured you two were the closest thing each other had to a significant other so you gave each other presents. In true Jungkook style, he gave you a plush toy of Winnie The Pooh, a childhood favorite of yours, and Valentine’s Day themed band-aids instead of the usual roses and chocolates.
You stared at the heart littered bandaids. Why did you have to love him? Wasn’t the fact that he was a superhero complex enough?
“–And then this metal arm guy just… Hey, are you okay?” Jungkook asked, eyes filled with concern as you were zoned out, eyes having grown watery.
You snapped your eyes toward him, a single tear falling down your cheek.
“Don’t you ever fucking die. I’ll never forgive you if you die on me, you hear me?” You told him wearily, causing his expression to soften.
It wasn’t often that he saw you cry. In fact, he could probably count every time that he had seen you cry on a single hand.
“I’m sorry I put you through this. You shouldn’t have to worry this much... I know you’re my best friend but still. I’m so sorry.” He tells you softly, causing you to fall quiet.
He hated that he had worried you, hated that he had made you cry even more. Seeing you so vulnerable and upset had him panicking inside. A part of him, the selfish part of him that secretly loved you, was sickly pleased to see you worrying about him, but the bigger part of him, the part that wanted you happy, just wanted to get your mind off this whole thing.
Pulling your sleeves over your hands, you wiped away at your wet cheeks.
“God, you’re a real Casanova, Kook. Only a couple months into this superhero thing and you’ve already got the girls crying over you.” You joked through a sniff.
Jungkook felt his face heat up as he stared at the way you were smiling up at him as if he hadn’t just made you cry and before he knew what he was doing, he cupped your jaw with his hand and pulled you into him.
A small noise left your mouth as you froze, your mouth pressed against his.
In awe, your hands fell onto your lap, brushing against Jungkook’s hand lightly.
The small action caused Jungkook to come back to his senses, breaking the kiss hurriedly.
You gaped at your best friend with wide eyes, mouth slightly ajar.
“S-Sorry! I don’t know where that came from. The mood just kind of felt right and I was kind of like, ‘Dude, just go for it.’ but I probably should have asked you first because I just made everything weird, right? Fuck. I totally understand if you hate me now–”
You cut off his ramble with a stolen kiss of your own, only this time you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back, instead of just sitting there frozen.
Jungkook felt any trepidation he had just felt melt away at the warm feeling of your lips placed against his. The kiss quickly grew less innocent than the initial peck he had to give you, neither of you really sure what you were doing, but knowing that it felt nice doing it with each other.
“Fuck, wait.” Jungkook called out, pulling away from you. You had somehow ended up on top of his lap, a knee on either side of him.
“What?” You breathed, panting slightly given the nature of your kiss.
“So...”
“What! What is it?” You huffed. You hadn’t meant to grow annoyed but you really wanted to pick up where the two of you had left off.
You were beyond embarrassed, of course. He was your best friend. You had always sworn to your mom that Jungkook was more like a brother than anything, yet here you were, out of breath and on his lap. You were kissing the same guy who had once asked you when the two of you were thirteen if girls peed out of the same hole they gave birth from, for fuck’s sake.
But you loved him. He was a massive idiot who just happened to be a superhero but you loved him. And kissing him left you feeling giddy and hot.
“Does this mean you like me? I mean… like me like me.” He cringed at his own words. He didn’t know how to phrase it in a way that was cool and suave because honestly, he was neither of those things. He just hoped you didn’t mind.
You blinked back at him, “Jungkook, are you serious right now?”
“Listen, I just want to be completely clear here!” He defended with a frown, causing you to fight back a smile.
“Jungkook—”
“What if we’re at school and I come up to kiss you thinking that we’re together together but we aren’t actually together together and it’s this big thing—”
“God, yes we’re dating, you idiot!” You interrupted. Jeez, your best friend was hopeless.
A boyish grin fell over Jungkook’s mouth and your eyes followed the gesture.
“You love me.” He teased, enjoying the way he frustrated you.
You turned away from him, feeling your face burn at how true his statement was.
“Whatever you gotta say to make you feel good about yourself, Arachne-boy.” You told him, a small smirk tugging at your lips.
At your words, Jungkook narrowed his eyes. You knew how much he hated when people got his name wrong.
“For the last time, it’s Spider-Man.” He whined, frowning at you.
You bit down onto your bottom lip, unable to fight off your smile for any longer.
Leaning over, you kissed his pouting bottom lip, causing him to pull you into him.
You didn’t care what his name was. You didn’t care if he wore red or blue or if he brought down a giant Ant-Man. It didn’t make a difference to you if he saved two or two hundred people.
All that mattered to you was that the man behind the mask was Jungkook and that he was kissing you like you were the coolest thing that had happened to him all weekend.
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jamaisjoons · a year ago
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love alive ⤑ jjk | m.
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⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 a year after you and jungkook break up, the two of you meet at your brother’s party. 〞post break up au. exes to lovers au.
❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: jungkook x reader
❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: angst ⋆ fluff ⋆ smut
❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 17k
⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: mentions of alcohol, swearing, so much angst, pining? i guess, they’re both broken up but still love each other so there’s that lmao, reader emotionally cheats a fair amount, dom!jungkook, big cock!jungkook, sub!reader, pussy eating, hair pulling, fingering, dirty talk, this was supposed to be soft sex but idk what happened, okay it’s kinda soft but also feral, tender feral sex, aka the seraphjoon vibe, unprotected sex, riding, creampie, multiple orgasms
➵ 𝑎/𝑛: YEEEHAW LOOK I DID SOMETHING !! i had sudden inspo for this fic and while it HURTS it doesn’t hurt too bad i dont think. anyway, i hope you enjoy it but its like 3am so i’m going to bed now hawyeet
⇥ part of the mixtape series
⏤ edited by my wonderful beta @shadowsremedy​
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One late Friday evening, Jungkook finds himself in his apartment. He’s currently sat on the sofa, simply staring off into space as he waits for his date to return. Jungkook doesn’t really remember much about her, they’d just been to dinner and try as he might, he just hadn’t been able to focus on the conversation. One reason being none other than it had been a completely stilted conversation - first dates were always awkward - but paired with the fact he barely knows her, and that he’d been on about seventeen different first dates in the last three months, he’d found himself unable to really keep the conversation going.
Of course, the second - and more major - reason, would be that she’s not you.
But Jungkook would rather not think about that right now.
“Do you have any wine?” Jungkook’s date calls out. Breaking out of his daze, Jungkook’s eyes come back into focus as he trains his attention back onto her. Eyebrows slightly furrowed, he scrambles for her name. Jiha? Jihyo? Jihye! That’s it. Jihye looks at him expectantly, waiting for his answer.
“Uh, maybe. I don’t know,” comes Jungkook’s distracted answer, “there may be some in the bottom cupboard on the left-hand side,” he continues nonchalantly - not really thinking about it. He thinks he remembers seeing an open bottle there, but again, he doesn’t drink wine all that often so he doesn’t really care. He watches Jihye rummage around in his kitchen, her short black dress riding further up the backs of her thighs - and Jungkook knows he should feel some sort of attraction towards her - she’s incredibly beautiful - not to mention her body’s practically perfect - and yet, he feels… nothing.
Why is he on a date with her again? Oh yes, because she frequented the same gym as he did and had asked him out randomly earlier in the week. Jungkook lets out a little sigh, his head falls back onto the back of the sofa. Staring up at the ceiling, his mind casts back to all the dates he’s had recently. Most of them approach him and he doesn’t really know why he keeps saying yes - but he has an inkling it’s to do with the fact that he’s still not over you. Though, that doesn’t really matter.
You’re long gone, and the last Jungkook had heard about you, was that you’d met someone else - someone willing to give you more than he could - someone willing to give you what you want. His heart constraints at the thought of you, but he shakes the thoughts out of his head. He needs to move on - it’s been long enough. Almost a year. Well, it’s been exactly seven months, twenty-three days and nine hours since you walked out on him, but who’s keeping count? Certainly not him.
“Oh! I found some. It’s already open - do you mind if I have some?” Jihye asks, and reflexively, Jungkook finds himself rolling his eyes. If he hadn’t wanted her to have some, he wouldn’t have told her where the wine was. Biting his tongue, however, Jungkook just lets out a non-committal hum. Once done pouring herself a glass of wine, Jihye returns to him while taking a sip of her wine. Suddenly, she stops, her face twisting in disgusting as she spits her wine back into her glass. Own features twisting in disgust, Jungkook regards her through guarded eyes, wondering what was going on.
“Gross! Why does this wine have pieces of cork in it? Also, I think it’s gone off - it tastes weird,” Jihye gripes as she takes her glass back into his kitchen. Barely paying attention to her words, Jungkook stares in unsettlement at the bottle. The dark green glass glints under the warm kitchen lights, his heart lurching as he recognises the bottle.
With unfocused eyes, he stares at the bottle, unmoving as his mind buzzes with what feels like static. Hazily, he registers that Jihye is speaking, but through the thick fog of his memories, Jungkook’s mind barely notices what she’s saying. Nonetheless, the exact moment Jihye begins tilting the bottle over the sink, attempting to flush its contents, Jungkook jumps to his feet.
“No! Don’t throw it out,” Jungkook’s voice thunders, his long legs carrying him into the kitchen swiftly. Jihye startles, looking at him in dumbfounded incredulity.
“What? Why? It’s got pieces of cork in it, and it tastes funny,” Jihye replies, turning back and beginning to pour the wine again. Abruptly, Jungkook snatches the bottle out of her hand, causing Jihye to jump.
“It’s not off, it just tastes like that. It’s bad wine,” Jungkook mutters as he puts the stopper back in the neck of the bottle.
“All the more reason to throw it out?” Jihye suggests, Jungkook’s jaw flexing at her words.
“I’m not throwing it out,” Jungkook replies, his voice hardened. Jihye cocks an eyebrow at him.
“Come on Jungkook, I think you should throw it out,” Jihye says coyly, a smile crawling onto her face. Imperceptibly, Jungkook’s eyes narrow. The flirtatiousness in her demeanour isn’t lost on him, nor is the fact that she likely thinks he’s joking. But Jungkook isn’t joking. He’s not throwing the wine out - whether it has pieces of cork in it, whether it tastes bad, or even if it had been off, he’s not throwing it out.
“No,” Jungkook says, his voice full of resolve. Jihye startles as she realises he’s not being playful. She raises her eyebrow once again, cocking her hip to the side.
“What’s so special about it? It’s just a bottle of wine,” Jihye points out. Of course, to anyone, it would be just a bottle of wine - but to him, it’s so much more.
It’s the last thing he has left of you.
When you’d broken up with him, ending your five-year relationship, you’d moved everything out of his apartment. The stupid cushions Jungkook hated - really, they only took up more space on the sofa, meaning he couldn’t lounge about properly - your hundred and one towels, even the sheets: the ones that had smelled like you. They’re all gone, along with all your clothes and belongings, leaving a half-empty apartment, and a hole in Jungkook’s heart. Every and any trace of you had slowly been removed from his flat and consequently his life. And now, he’s left with just this bottle of wine. - the one you’d forgotten about because it’d been hidden at the back of the cupboard.
“Jungkook? Are you listening to me? What’s so great about this bottle?” Jihye asks. Once again, however, Jungkook’s mind wanders to you. Unable to pull away from the bottle, Jihye fades from the world, her voice becoming distant and hazy as he recedes back into his memories.
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Flashback - three years ago
A knock resounding at Jungkook’s door, he takes a deep breath. Looking at himself in the mirror one last time, he brushes the non-existent lint off his blazer. Then, running his fingers through his hair, he nods at himself and leaves his bedroom. Approaching the door, he swings it open, a large smile painted on his face as he spots you.
“Hello, beautiful,” Jungkook greets the moment he spots you. However, the moment he actually sees you, he finds himself stopping. Dressed in a flowing sundress, a dazzling smile on your face and bright, twinkling eyes - you look positively radiant. A loud whoosh of air escapes his nose, his eyes softening at you, “you look gorgeous,” he breathlessly says, his voice low.
Your smile brightening, you grin up at him, “Happy third anniversary!” you call out cheerily. Jungkook bites his lip, and unable to stop himself, swoops down and presses a kiss to your lips.
“Happy anniversary,” he mutters back, his lips brushing yours with every movement. Pulling your lower lip between your teeth, you chew on it while giving him a smile. Even three years into your relationship, Jungkook still managed to set butterflies aflutter in the pits of your stomach with the slightest touch.
Swiftly, you step into his apartment, easily navigating your way towards his kitchen as you place the bags of food and wine onto his counter. “Are you sure you don’t want to go out?” you ask curiously, peering at your boyfriend through the corner of your eyes.
However, Jungkook only steps up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, “Nope!” he happily replies, popping the ‘p’ sound, “you said you’d rather just have a quiet night in. Besides, we went out for the cruise-ship dinner thing last year,” Jungkook continues, humming in thought at the memory. A smile curls on your own lips and you twist in his arms, winding your own around his waist as you place your head on his chest.
“Mmm, that was a good anniversary. But if I remember correctly, someone ended up being seasick from drinking too much,” you say pointedly, tilting your head to look up at him, your chin resting on his sternum. Despite his cheeks flushing a rosy shade, Jungkook scowls.
“It’s not my fault… the alcohol was stronger than I thought it was,” he mumbles under his breath. You shake your head in fondness, but then, your lips curl into a slight frown. Every anniversary, Jungkook had taken you somewhere - your first, he’d taken you on a ski trip, your second, he’d taken you on a weekend break to Jeju island, and of course, your third had been a cruise-ship dinner. This year, however, you’d been recently promoted to the department head of your company, but that had meant additional stress and weight to an already heavy workload. As a result, you’d asked Jungkook if he was okay with just a quiet night in - because there was nothing you wanted more than to just spend some time with your loving boyfriend.
“Are you sure this is okay? If you want to go out or something, we still can,” you ask. However, Jungkook only shakes his head once again while pulling you closer into him.
“Sweetheart, it’s okay. Honestly. I just want to spend some time with you. Whether that’s here in my apartment, or in yours, or on an expensive date, or even in a garbage dump, it doesn’t matter. I just want to be with you,” Jungkook grins before smacking a sloppy kiss on your forehead. Face twisting in disgust, your earlier doubt about Jungkook being happy with your choice of date fades away, and you playfully smack him before pushing him away.
“Ew gross! You just slobbered all over me,” you gripe, rubbing the wet spot on your forehead.
Waggling his eyebrows, “and there’s more where that came from,” Jungkook playfully teases. A light snort escapes your lips as you shake your head before turning around.
“Yeah, whatever. I bought wine and steak for dinner. It’s not much but I don’t know, I felt like being classy,” you casually shrug while turning to the bag of groceries Jungkook hadn’t noticed. Head cocked to the side, he grimaces at the bottle of wine. Suddenly, you stop, your lips curling in a frown, “Although… in hindsight, I should have bought more food - knowing your bottomless stomach,” you sigh, looking at him from the corner of your eye.
“Yeah, you probably should have,” Jungkook deadpans. Lips twisting into a pout, your shoulders deflate at his words. Jungkook sees your disappointment, his heart dropping in his chest at the thought of upsetting you. He’d meant it as a joke - really, he had - but you’d clearly taken it seriously. Stepping up to you, Jungkook wraps his arms around your waist once again, his chin resting on your shoulder and hands clasps around your belly.
“I was only joking, sweetheart,” Jungkook says lowly, his face nuzzling into your hair while he presses a kiss to the outer shell of your ear. “Wine and steak sound good. Very classy,” he continues, pressing another kiss to your flesh - this time the column of your throat.
Instantly, your lips curl into a victorious smirk, “Okay, great!” you say, your shoulders immediately perking up. Jungkook blinks at your sudden change in demeanour, his nose scrunching when he realises what’s just happened.
“Hey! Did you do that on purpose?” he asks, his eyes narrowing into slits, his gaze full of accusation. Face twisting into a picture of innocence, you smile at him coyly - and if he didn’t know you as well as he did, he’d buy it - but Jungkook sees the sparkle of mischief in your eyes.
Before he can open his mouth, however, you’re already cutting him off, “Where’s your corkscrew?” you ask, rummaging through his drawers. Jungkook watches you search through the utensils, your lips curling downwards in concentration.
His own lips twisting, Jungkook approaches you, helping you look for the corkscrew. However, after a few moments, “Oh. I don’t think I have one,” Jungkook finally says. Eyebrows furrowing slightly, Jungkook wonders if he ever even bought one, but he doesn’t think he has.
“Kook! How are we supposed to drink this now?” you whine, a pout forming on your face again. Shrugging, Jungkook whips out his phone.
“I’m sure we can like, find another way,” Jungkook replies, already googling a way to open the wine bottle. Curiously, you peer over his shoulder, Jungkook’s arm instinctively wrapping around you as he scrolls with one hand. Head tilting upwards, you smile at your boyfriend, his features slightly scrunched in concentration. Unable to help yourself, you lean up and press a kiss to the bottom of his jaw. The moment your lips brush his skin, the corners of Jungkook’s lips twitch before he twists his head and presses a kiss to the temple of your head.
Arms wrapping around his waist, you lean your head on his bicep, “find anything yet?” you ask, Jungkook humming in response.
“We could use a blowtorch,” he replies casually.
“Do you have a blowtorch?”
“Fair enough. We could smack it against the wall using something to cushion it.”
“And risk breaking the bottle? No thanks.” Like that, Jungkook continues reading out suggestions: from pumping it out using a bicycle tire pump, all the way to slapping it out with a shoe, only for you to refute them. Eventually, however, with no other option, you and Jungkook eventually try using a screwdriver. Which brings you to now, almost fifteen minutes later.
“Oh my god, I think I’ve got it,” Jungkook yells in triumph. You’re currently sat on the kitchen island, your legs dangling as you watch your boyfriend struggle with the bottle. About five minutes after attempting to open the bottle, you’d conceded defeat. Your boyfriend, however, is much more competitive than you are, and he’d downright refused to let the bottle win. Thus, for the last ten minutes, you’d watched your boyfriend futilely dig, and twist, the screwdriver into the cork.
Quirking your eyebrow at your boyfriend, your eyes rove over him. He’s currently stood with a victorious grin, the apples of his cheeks bunched up around his eyes. He’s holding out the wine bottle, the metal head of the screwdriver stuck into the neck of the bottle. Hell, the cork isn’t even in one piece anymore - bits and pieces of it littered on the floor around him from where Jungkook had dug it out in an attempt to bury the screwdriver into the wood stopper.
“Have you now?” you drawl sarcastically. It certainly doesn’t look like he’s got it. For one, the cork is still in the bottle.
Sneering at your snide tone, “Watch this!” Jungkook calls out, and then, grabbing the handle of the tool, he pulls as hard as he can. A loud pop resounds through the air and you startle slightly, watching as Jungkook holds the screwdriver - with half the cork attached to it - in the air.
“Oh my god! You did it!” you call in surprise, jumping off the table and walking towards him.
Puffing out his chest, “and you didn’t believe in me! But I did it anyway,” Jungkook says proudly.
You roll your eyes before gesturing to the half-broken cork, “yeah barely.”
“Tomato, tomato. Potato, potato. The point is, I did it, and we can have wine now” Jungkook replies. With another roll of your eyes, you cross his kitchen and pull two wine glasses out of his cupboard.
“Yeah, yeah. My knight in shining suit. Now come on! I’ve literally been waiting twenty-five minutes to drink this,” you say, holding out the glasses towards him. Nodding, Jungkook pours the wine, filling the tumblers halfway before placing the bottle back on the island.
He takes the glasses from your hand, placing them on the dining table and you follow him, placing the plates of food onto the table. The two of you take seats opposite each other, Jungkook raising his glass towards you in a salute. For a few moments, the two of you tuck into your food, the muffled sounds of your joint chewing filling the air.
Then, “this steak is cold,” you grumble, a grimace settling on your face. In hindsight, after spending all that time trying to open the wine, the two of you should have heated your food - but in the triumph of actually opening the wine, you’d both forgotten.
“Yeah, and this wine is fucking gross,” Jungkook gripes, his own features twisting in disgust. Blinking owlishly, you reach for your own glass, sipping the burgundy liquid. The minute it washes over your tastebuds, you find yourself gagging. It’s sour - the acrid stench of it only burning your nasal cavity and intensifying the bitterness of the wine.
Forcibly, you swallow it down before spitting and sputtering into your hand, “yeah, and it’s got pieces of cork in it. Gross, what a waste of a hundred and fifty thousand won,” you scowl. Immediately, Jungkook baulks.
“A hundred and fifty thousand won? For that trash?” Jungkook yells in incredulity. You look at him in surprise, the two of you simply staring at each other. Then, all of a sudden, the two of you burst out laughing. Neither of you has any real reason for why you’re both laughing. Perhaps it was the ridiculous price of the incredibly poortasting wine, perhaps it was that Jungkook had spent a good fifteen minutes struggling with said wine or perhaps it was because even after all that struggle, neither of you could stomach the taste. Either way, the absurdity of the situation isn’t lost on either of you, and you both can’t help but laugh hysterically.
“Man, I can’t believe you spent that much money on that shit,” Jungkook giggles, wiping away at his tears.
Lower lip pulled between your teeth, you grin at Jungkook, “I can’t believe you spent so much time trying to open it,” you quip. Shaking your heads, you both resume eating your food, forgoing the wine.
Once the two of you are done, you help Jungkook clear the table. Jungkook watches you throw out the leftovers before placing the plates into the sink. The kitchen lights are dimmed low, the amber light reflecting off of your skin and silhouetting you in its glow. The bright walls off his kitchen only help to highlight your body, the hem of your dress swishing around your thighs with every movement. His darkened, lust-filled gaze rakes over you and he can’t help but swallow thickly when his eyes rest on the smooth curve of your ass.
Helpless against his desire for you, you feel Jungkook’s arms wrap around your body. Loosely, his hands rest on your hips, the pads of his fingertips gently digging into your flesh. “Do you wanna head to bed?” Jungkook asks, his voice breathy as he begins peppering kisses along the column of your neck. You raise your eyebrow at his sudden change in demeanour. Nevertheless, you’d be lying if you said his light, attentive touch wasn’t clouding your head in hazy lust.
“All of a sudden?” you ask, your tone light and teasing. Jungkook responds by digging his fingers harder into your hips, pulling them back so your ass is flush against his crotch.
“If I’m being honest, I’ve wanted to get you out of this dress as soon as I saw you in it. You look beautiful. I love you so much,” Jungkook rasps in response, lightly nipping at the sensitive flesh just below your earlobe. Twisting in his hold, you wind your hands around his neck, carding your fingers through his hair at the back of his nape before lightly playing with the locks.
“I love you too,” you breathe out, “take me to bed and I’ll show you how much,” you breathlessly whisper back. A shuddering exhale escaping his lips, Jungkook’s mouth descends onto yours. Instantly, the two of you lose yourselves into each other; the wine bottle long forgotten.
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“Jungkook? Are you even paying attention to me?” Jihye suddenly calls out, her hands waving in front of his face. Blinking blankly, Jungkook’s vision comes back into focus. He looks around his apartment - it’s still the same as it was two years ago. The kitchen lights are still low, and his walls are bright, and that same bottle of wine sits on his marble counter - practically mocking him - but you’re not here. It’s not you standing in his kitchen.
“I- you need to leave,” Jungkook chokes out, his voice hoarse and his throat thick with emotion. Jihye looks at him in dumbfounded bewilderment. She opens her mouth to argue, but then stops, her words dying on her lips. Taking in Jungkook’s distant gaze, Jihye notices his attention is once again on the bottle. With a scoff, she rolls her eyes before snorting. Then, grabbing her purse, she stalks out of his apartment - but not before slamming the door.
Jungkook doesn’t care.
Instead, he stares at the dark bottle of wine. His reflection glints back at him, his distorted face mirroring the despair and sadness etched onto his face. Once again, he loses himself into his memories. Memories of when the two of you were still together, memories of you smiling at him, of you kissing him, memories of the two of you, when you were both happy - and together. But not anymore. Now, those memories that he’d once cherished - once taken for granted - are tainted: bruised and tarnished with the restless memories of you leaving; of you walking out of this very same apartment and leaving him all alone.
The warm memories that had once been his saving grace, now leave him cold, with a deep ache in his chest.
With one final glance at the bottle, Jungkook buries his head in his hands, and then lets out a heartwrenching sob.
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In the comfort of your own home, you lie in your bed, staring up into nothingness. The bedroom is completely bathed in darkness, not even a single sliver of moonlight peeking in through the blackout-blinds you had installed. After your third anniversary with Jungkook, you’d moved in with him, and your ex-boyfriend had hated any and every inkling of light while he was trying to sleep. He simply couldn’t sleep unless he was in complete darkness. Of course, after two years of living with him, you’d also gotten used to it - and now, you aren’t able to sleep without complete darkness either.
Yet, you still aren’t able to sleep. There are many reasons for your lack of sleep. Many of them are to do with your ex-boyfriend. It’s been just over half a year since you and Jungkook broke up. Almost eight months now since you walked out of his life. Eight months since you reluctantly broke off your five-year relationships. But you had no choice. You and Jungkook had wanted different things in life and though heartbreaking, you knew it was best for the two of you to go your separate ways then and there.
Of course, knowing that didn’t make it any easier. Nor does it help qualm the crushing bitterness, nor the misery, you feel at Jungkook’s absence in your life.
Though, you figure, those feelings are a given. After all, the two of you had been together for five whole years. Five years is a long time to spend with someone - and for the entirety of those years, Jungkook had been your one and only - the man you had loved with your entire heart. The man you still love with all your heart. It’s not like you could just forget five years of love in a day - nor in eight months. Hell, you don’t think you could forget him, nor the love you feel for him, in your entire lifetime.
Thus, in the absolute dark of your bedroom, you stare up at the ceiling. Though, you don’t really see it. No, all you see is darkness. A low sigh escapes your lips and you shift on your bed, trying to find a comfortable position. But try as you might, you simply can’t find one. And it has every reason to do with the man occupying your bed - if you remove your residual feelings for Jungkook out of the picture. Tilting your head slightly, you turn to your side. Even in the darkness, you can make out the obscure outline of your current boyfriend’s - though you use that term loosely, because really, he’s a family friend you’ve known a while and your mother had set you up with - face as he snores lightly. With another sigh, you turn your head back to stare at the ceiling.
Other than thoughts of Jungkook, one of the main reasons you can’t sleep is: you’re on the wrong side of the bed. For as long as you’d been with Jungkook, even before you lived together, Jungkook had always slept on the left, and you’d slept on the right. It wasn’t like you’d purposely decided on that, it’s just how it had worked out. Jungkook always slept on the left, and you on the right - before the two of you had even met. And after you’d met? Well, it had just clicked - as if the two of you were made for each other.
But now, you’re on the left.
And Minhyuk is on the right.
And it’s not right. Nor does it feel right. In more than one sense of the word.
Shifting once again, you lowly groan when a sting of pain shoots through your lower abdomen, bringing you to another reason you can’t sleep. You’re on your period, and with your period, comes the cursed cramps. No matter how much you try, you simply can’t seem to find a comfortable position to lie in. That, paired with the fact that you’re on the wrong side of the bed, and the plaguing thoughts of Jungkook, has insomnia gripping at your head. Momentarily, you’d considered getting up and heating up a hot water bottle to soothe your pain, but you simply can’t find it in yourself to get out of bed - not when moving only seemed to fuel the fire in the pits of your uterus.
Once again, you turn to Minhyuk. Briefly, you consider waking him up and asking him to bring you the hot water bottle, and you even open your mouth to call him. But then, you pause, the words dying on your lips as your throat constricts. This scene is almost too familiar to you, and in the dark of your bedroom, you can’t stop your mind from wandering to the past.
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Flashback - two years ago
Shifting uncomfortably, you’re woken from your sleep by the searing pain in your lower abdomen. Through the haze of your sleep, you let out quiet whimpers and continue shuffling in bed, trying to find a comfortable position to fall back asleep in. However, try as you might, you simply can’t seem to find one. This time, when you shift again, you feel Jungkook’s arm lazily wrap around you.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?” Jungkook asks while shuffling closer towards him. His words cause you to still, your shoulders relaxing as you feel his warm presence surround you. Your boyfriend moves his head to just over your shoulder, his hand sluggishly rubbing circles over your stomach. He nudges your t-shirt to the side - really, it’s his - and presses a tender kiss to the skin of your shoulder that he’s just exposed. Before you can even say anything, or alert him to exactly what is wrong, “do you have bad cramps again?” he sighs out. Despite your pain, you find your face softening, a soft smile curling on your lips at the sleepy tone of his voice.
“Yeah. Sorry, I didn’t wanna wake you up,” you reply lowly. Jungkook only shakes his head, his long hair tickling the flesh of your collarbone.
“Tis okay,” Jungkook slurs sleepily. Then, before you can tell him to go back to sleep, Jungkook is already crawling out of bed. You hear a loud thud, followed by a pained groan, “I’m okay. I just- didn’t see the end of the bed,” Jungkook mumbles through the haziness of his sleep. Instantly, his words cause concern to well up in your chest, however, before you can ask him if he’s okay, he’s leaving your bedroom.
Left alone, you flick the lamp on your bedside table on and sit up in bed with a wince. You take in short, deep breath, trying your best to soothe the vengeful cramps in the pit of your stomach. If you didn’t know better, you’d almost think your uterus was tying itself into knots. Another sharp sting and you let out a low whimper, doubling over in pain as you clutch your stomach.
Moments later, you feel a hand soothingly rub your lower back as your boyfriend - now more awake - crouches down beside your side of the bed. Large, doe eyes stare at you in concern as he passes you your hot water bottle. “Here you go, baby,” Jungkook says softly, placing the fuzzy bottle on your lower stomach. The warm heat instantly soothes your cramps, a sigh of relief escaping your lips as you feel the pain begin to subside.
“Thank you,” you rasp out, but Jungkook only shakes his head. Then, he thrusts his hand and a glass in front of your face.
When you quirk your eyebrow at him, “painkillers,” Jungkook merely responds. Your face crumples, your heart speeding up in your chest. Gratefully, you accept the pills from him, popping them in your mouth before chugging down the glass of water. When you’re done, Jungkook takes the glass from your hand and places it back onto your bedside table. Once done, he helps you shift back down into a laying position as he tucks you into bed. Then, he crawls under the sheets himself.
You feel the left side of the bed shift before Jungkook slides in. Rolling closer to you, he presses his chest against your back while throwing an arm to rest loosely over your waist. Lazily, he rubs his hand over your hips, soothingly massaging the skin while pressing tender kisses to the back of your shoulder. “Are you feeling better?” Jungkook mumbles. His voice is low, heavy with sleep, and you can’t help but shudder as it reverberates through your eardrum.
“Mmm. Much better. Thank you,” you whisper back, more than grateful at his thoughtful gestures. If there was one thing you absolutely adored about Jungkook, it would be his utter thoughtfulness. More often than not, you just wouldn’t need to tell him what was wrong; after almost four years together, he could simply read you like a book. He knew what you wanted and when you wanted it. He knew when to leave you alone, or when to help you. He could read your moods as if he was well versed in all things that surrounded you. More than anything, however, Jungkook was simply empathetic towards you - and it made you fall for him all the more.
“I love you,” you whisper, the words easily falling from your lips. You feel Jungkook’s lips curl against your shoulder, an indolent smile playing at his lips.
Without even a moment of hesitation, “I love you too,” he mumbles back. Then, the two of you fall back into silence: with you clutching the hot water bottle to your uterus, and Jungkook genially rubbing circles into the flesh of your hips.
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Another sharp pain ricochets through your uterus, pulling you out of your reverie. A low whimper escapes your throat and you shift in bed again. However, unlike Jungkook, Minhyuk stays fast asleep. Once again, you contemplate waking him up and you don’t want to, but the pain is almost too much. Before you can stop yourself, “Minhyuk?” you whimper out while gently shaking him.
Minhyuk lets out a groggy groan before, “what’s wrong, ____?” he asks, his voice heavily laden with sleep.
“C-can you go into the kitchen and get me my hot water bottle, please? I’ve got really bad cramps,” you whisper hoarsely. Minhyuk only groans in response.
“____… I’ve got to wake up for work in three hours. Can you not get it yourself?” Minhyuk asks sleepily. There’s no malice in his tone, nor upset or anger, just drowsy question - and you know he doesn’t mean anything by it - but still, you can’t help the way your stomach drops at his words. Biting your lip, you suck in a sharp breath, the movement making you whimper in pain again. Clearly, Minhyuk hears the sound escape your lips, because he’s sliding out of bed - albeit begrudgingly - and leaving your bedroom.
Five minutes later, he walks back and passes you the hot water bottle. With a small voice, you thank him, Minhyuk grunting in response. The right side of the mattress tilts and you feel Minhyuk slide back into bed. “Goodnight,” Minhyuk mumbles, though you can tell he’s already falling asleep again. Briefly, he pecks your cheek before turning his back towards you. Short moments later, his light snores fill the quiet air of the night, leaving you alone once again.
Chewing your lip, you place the hot water bottle onto your stomach, allowing the warm, soothing sensation to assuage the pain of your cramps. Your mind casts back to Jungkook, and the way he took care of you on nights like this, and then you turn to Minhyuk once again. You can still feel his lips on your cheek - from where he’d kissed you - but it’s not the same. Minhyuk is nice, and though reluctantly, he still got out of bed to get you your water bottle.
But it’s not the same.
It’s not the same when he kisses you on the cheek, or brings you your water bottle. It’s not the same when he buys you flowers, or takes you out to dinner. It’s not the same when he kisses you, or when you sleep together. It’s not the same, because while nice, all of his gestures are empty. There’s no love in them, no thoughtfulness, no passion. Minhyuk is nice - and he does things out of nicety - but he also does them out of obligation.
And it’s not the same.
Because there is no love in them.
Because he’s not Jungkook.
Because he won’t ever be.
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A month and a half later, you find yourself nervously staring at the brass-gold number plates of your brother’s apartment. You haven’t seen Hoseok in a few months - well, nine months to be exact. Nine months on this day. Wow. It’s really been nine months since you broke up with Jungkook, huh? It definitely feels like it’s been longer. If anything, it feels like an eternity. Though, you suppose, it must, since you’d gone from spending almost every day with him to suddenly not seeing him. It had been hard, and multiple times, you’ve wondered if you should just go back - but you know you can’t. You’d broken up for reasons - serious reasons - reasons that had meant a lot to you.
All these months, you’ve tried avoiding him as best as you could. Anything and everything that was within your power, you had done: from avoiding all of your friends because they reminded you too much of him, to moving to a different part of the city just to avoid running into him by chance. It had been hard, and god had it hurt - stillhurts - but you knew you had to do it. But now, standing in front of your brother’s apartment, you know you can no longer run from him anymore. Today is Hoseok’s birthday - and you know he’d be heartbroken if you didn’t turn up.
But you also know Jungkook will be here - because there’s no way Hoseok hadn’t invited him.
Funnily enough, you’d met Jungkook because of Hoseok. The two of them had met at the swimming club in your university, and the two had gotten along well. At first, you’d been fearful of admitting to Hoseok that you were seeing Jungkook - but to your utter surprise, your older brother just hadn’t cared. He liked Jungkook and he trusted Jungkook to treat you right - and he had. For five years, Jungkook had been the best, sweetest, most perfect boyfriend anyone could have asked for. Until that day. That fateful day, nine months ago, when you’d walked out of his apartment - and consequently his life.
“____? You okay?” Minhyuk asks, waving his hand in front of your space. Pulled out of your thoughts, you stare at your boyfriend - though once again, you use the term loosely. Minhyuk stares at you in confusion before gesturing to the door. The very same door you’d been blankly staring at while reminiscing about your brother and boyfriend. Looking at Minhyuk, you can’t help the way your stomach tosses at the sight of him.
Momentarily, you wonder what Hoseok would say. Hoseok absolutely adored Jungkook - to the point where you’d find your brother cuddling with your boyfriend, or kissing his forehead. You shudder just thinking about it. That had been a funny day. One day, you’d decided to surprise your boyfriend by spontaneously turning up at his apartment. However, to your utter surprise, you’d turned up just to see your boyfriend and your brother snuggling while watching Netflix. Sure, it was a cute sight, and ordinarily, you would have been touched. If it weren’t for the fact that your brother was cuddling your boyfriend.
So yes, suffice to say the least, Hoseok absolutely loved Jungkook - and throughout your entire relationship, he’d completely rooted and supported the two of you. Even when you and Jungkook would fight, even when you’d drive each other crazy, Hoseok would speak to the both of you and calm you down and make you see reason. Reason being that you both loved each other. Which is why, dread settles in your stomach as you stare blankly at Minhyuk. Once again, you wonder what Hoseok would say. You know he knows that you’re seeing Minhyuk - your mother has to have told him.
But knowing and seeing are two different things and you have no idea how he’ll react to Minhyuk. You love your brother, you really, really do - but Hoseok has a bad habit of not being able to bite his tongue - and that paired with the fact that he absolutely loved Jungkook - and still does - has trepidation settling deep within your stomach. It doesn’t help that it’s so soon after you and Jungkook broke up either. Nor does it help that Hoseok already knows Minhyuk - he is the son of your mother’s friend after all. But you’re twenty-seven now and you’re not getting any younger and you have to move on with your life. Whether that be with Jungkook or not. Though, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t completely distraught that it turned out to be without your sweet boyfriend. Or well, ex-boyfriend, you remind yourself.
Once again, Minhyuk looks at you expectantly. Drawing in every ounce of courage you can muster, you take in a deep breath and then knock on your brother’s door. You don’t know how long it takes Hoseok to answer. Realistically, you know it’s only mere moments - but that doesn’t stop it feeling like an excruciating eternity.
The moment Hoseok’s door swings open, you’re met with the sight of your brother. Smiling shyly at him, you awkwardly wave, “Hey Hobi,” you greet. However, Hoseok isn’t looking at you. No, he’s looking at the taller man stood next to you. Shuffling from foot to foot, your gaze flits back and forth from your brother to Minhyuk. Minhyuk for the most of it, looks a little lost and unsure of himself or what to say. Oppositely, your brother simply stares at Minhyuk, looking him up and down, his face a picture of passiveness and his usually warm gaze completely guarded.
“H-Hobi?” you choke out, clearing your throat as you try to get your brother’s attention. Hoseok blinks for a minute and then turns to you.
Momentarily, he regards you with his passive gaze before his lips quirk, and then suddenly, he’s beaming and pulling you into a hug. “____! I’ve missed you!” you brother practically screams, and despite the slight wince as he almost bursts your eardrums, you find yourself letting out a breath of air you hadn’t even known you’d been holding. The minute your brother envelops you in his arms, you feel yourself getting choked up - you’d missed his warmth. You’d desperately craved his affection when you’d broken up with Jungkook, but you had no idea what to say to him - or even how to approach him.
“Come on in. It’s a pretty quiet thing. There’s booze and snacks in the kitchen just help yourself to it, music’s mainly in the living room if you just wanna chill but if you need somewhere more quiet, the balcony or spare bedroom are available. ____ will tell you where to hang up your coats,” Hoseok says, smiling at Minhyuk. You bite your lip at Hoseok’s tone - it may not be obvious to others, but you know your brother like the back of your hand, and you can see the stiffness in his smile, and the chilled politeness in his tone. “Let’s catch up later on, yeah?” Hoseok says, turning back to you. Stiffly, you nod at him, already knowing he wants to talk about Jungkook.
Both you and Minhyuk enter Hoseok’s apartment and you can’t help the dismay that streaks through you. Hoseok wasn’t kidding when he said it’s a pretty quiet affair. About twenty people are milling about, the low thrumming bass of Hoseok’s music vibrating through the air. It’s loud enough to be heard throughout the apartment; not enough to cause the neighbours to complain, but more than enough to not really be able to have a decent conversation with someone.
Scattered about the crowd are a few people you recognise - Namjoon: Hoseok’s best friend from high school, and of course, Seokjin and Yoongi - his other best friends from college. Momentarily, you spot Jimin and you find yourself reeling at the familiar face. He’d been Hoseok’s friend from dance school when your brother was still in middle school. Your eyes continue scanning over the crowd before you find yourself stopping.
A rush of heat courses through your veins, the rushing of blood resounding through your eardrums when you spot Kim Taehyung - Hoseok and Jungkook’s other friend from swim team. But it’s not Taehyung that has you stopping. No, it’s who he’s speaking to.
Jungkook.
Knees buckling at the mere sight of him, your face crumples with the weight of your emotions. It’s only been nine months, and yet he looks so different from the last day you’d seen him. His hair is much longer now - so long that it falls into his eyes and you watch how he flicks the soft strands of hair out of his face. The motion of his hair practically mesmerises you and you can’t find it in yourself to look away from him. With his smooth caramel skin, soft features and gently sloping lips, he has your heart constricting between your ribcage.
Then you spot it. The black leather jacket. The same one you’d gotten him as a birthday gift four years ago. It’s still preserved beautifully, not a single piece out of place. The leather still shines like it’s brand new, and it still sits on his body as well as it did the first time you gifted it to him. Taehyung says something and Jungkook laughs in response, and the moment that he does, you let out an inaudible gasp. His head falls back, his features twisting into an expression of pure joy while his bunny-esque teeth are put on display. He looks happy - carefree - and you can’t help the sting of nostalgia that spikes through you. The music is loud, and you can barely hear anything. But somehow, his laugh resounds in your ear: ingrained in the memory of your eardrums as it plays like a record, over and over, while you watch him.
“You wanna get a drink?” Minhyuk asks. Instantly, your world comes crashing around you, and you turn to your current paramour. Blinking owlishly, you stare at him in confusion. He’s awfully close to you - a mere hair’s breadth away from you and instinctively, you find yourself backing away. Minhyuk looks at you oddly, and with a sheepish look, you nod to him. You’d gladly accept something to drink - you know you’ll need it if you wanted to survive the night.
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An hour later, you find yourself standing over the Seoul city skyline. Leant up against the glass railing of Hoseok’s balcony, you simply stare at the sunset painted across Seoul. The large skyscraper buildings obscure most of it, the artificial bright lights dimming the dusky colours of twilight - but you don’t mind so much. Even obscured by the towering modern glass buildings, the dark shades of amaranth, copper and violet vividly paint the sky enough for you to take it all in.
“You okay out here?” comes a soft voice but you don’t need to turn around to see who it is. You could recognise your brother’s voice in a heartbeat.
Humming non-committally, “fine. I just... needed some space, I guess,” you mumble out with a sigh. If you’re being completely honest, you wanted space from Minhyuk. The minute he noticed your gaze on Jungkook, something in him changed - he’d become a tad overbearing, not to mention that he hasn’t left you alone all night. His sudden attachment wouldn’t have been a problem - if it weren’t the fact that you’d been maudlin about seeing Jungkook again. Thus, while he was busy entertaining a small crowd of Hoseok’s friends, you’d slipped out from under his nose and isolated yourself onto the balcony.
A loud chorus of laughs rolls across the quiet balcony and you let out another sigh. Hoseok leans against the railing next to you as he faces his apartment. “Minhyuk seems to be doing well,” comes Hoseok’s casual voice.
Another sigh, “please don’t,” you whisper. You already know where Hoseok’s going with this. Turning his back to his apartment, Hoseok joins you in basking under the quickly setting sun.
“What happened? You never told me, and Jungkook… well, Jungkook refuses to talk about it. To talk about you,” Hoseok sighs. Through your peripheral vision, you note the almost defeated look in Hoseok’s eyes. Heart clenching at his words, you grip your beer can tighter while staring dully into the distance. You don’t blame Jungkook for not talking about you - you haven’t spoken about him either. Sure, you think about him. Every. Single. Day. But thinking about him and speaking about him are two different things - the latter of which is far too painful.
When you don’t respond to his question, Hoseok simply sighs. “Okay fine, we don’t have to talk about that. But-” he begins.
Before he can continue, however, you turn and look at him, “Hobi, can we just not speak about this?” you ask quietly. Your brother looks at you pointedly, his eyes scrutinising you. With your slumped shoulders and the desperation in your eyes, Hoseok finds his eyes softening. Instantly, he wraps his arms around you, pressing your head to his chest. Automatically, you own arms wrap around him and you bask in your brother’s comforting embrace.
“You still love him,” Hoseok breathes out. There’s not a single hint of accusation in his tone, just plain understanding. More than that, it’s not a question; it’s a statement. One that has your fists curling tighter into his shirt, your shoulders tensing. You wait for him to continue, but he doesn’t say anything else. Rather, he just holds you, letting you seek as much solace as you need from his hold. Frozen in his hug, you breathe deeply as you try to hold yourself together.
Eventually, you find the strength to pull away. Hoseok looks at you with gentle eyes. “Are you happy, at least? With Minhyuk?” Hoseok asks. Opening your mouth, you move to reply, but find yourself stopping. Eyebrows furrowed, your face contorts marginally as you consider Hoseok’s question. Are you happy? Honestly? You have no idea. You haven’t felt any real happiness since you walked out on Jungkook - but you’d chalked it up to the fact that you were still getting over him.
Hesitancy evident in every fibre of your being, Hoseok looks at you pointedly. “Alright. You don’t have to reply because I already know the answer to that,” Hoseok  sighs. He pauses for a moment, and you can see the uncertainty in his eyes. Yet, he continues anyway, “I know mom pushed you towards Minhyuk,” Hoseok begins, causing your eyes to widen. You open your mouth to reply, however, he cuts you off once again, “But I trust you to do the right thing. Not for anyone, but for yourself. You’re strong, ____, but you’re also smart. Smart enough to know what you want,” Hoseok finishes. Before you can reply to him, however, you hear the balcony doors sliding open.
The two of you turn around to the newcomer, your heart fluttering when you see Jungkook. “Oh. Sorry, I’ll leave,” Jungkook quickly says, already turning around. Abruptly, however, Hoseok walks up to Jungkook before clapping him on the back.
“Nah it’s okay. I was just heading inside. You can keep ____ company if you want,” Hoseok says brightly. Internally, you despair at your brother’s words. What the fuck was he thinking? Nonetheless, before either of you can say anything, Hoseok disappears back into his apartment, consequently leaving you and Jungkook alone.
Jungkook turns to you nervously, and you can practically feel the hesitancy exuding off of him in thick waves. Pulling your lower lip between your teeth, you send him an awkward smile before gesturing for him to join you. Jungkook looks at you in a mix of worry and trepidation, but ultimately, takes Hoseok’s space beside you. The two of you stand in silence, facing the Seoul city skyline as you stare at nothing. Frazzled by his presence, you internally grasp for something to say, anything to break the thick awkward tension that surrounds the two of you.
Then, all of a sudden: “How have you been?”, “So, what’s up?”, you and Jungkook ask at the same time. You stare at each other in surprise for a couple of moments. Then, all of a sudden, you both burst out laughing.
“God, this is so weird,” Jungkook says, running a hand through his hair. Biting your lip, you nod in agreement before turning back to look at the cityscape.
With the tension broken, “so, how have you been?” you find yourself asking. From the corner of your eye, you notice Jungkook shrug listlessly.
“I’ve been… okay, I guess. How about you?”
“Fine. Alright. I guess,” you reply, mirroring his previous sentiment. They’re simple niceties - and you both know there’s a hint of deception in both your words - but neither of you says anything about it. Once again, the two of you fall into silence. Though, this time, the atmosphere isn’t thick with floundering awkwardness. Rather, it’s thick with confusion and uncertainty. Where do you go from here? What do you even say to your ex-boyfriend - one you still have feelings for?
Deciding to take a chance, “how’s work? I saw that your company released a new game,” you finally say. Jungkook’s head snaps towards you, his eyebrow rising at your question.
“You keep up to date with my company?” he asks. The incredulity in his voice surprises you and you look at him pointedly.
“Of course I do. That company means a big deal to you,” you reply easily. Despite the situation, Jungkook finds himself chuckling, even as his heart constraints at the thought of you checking up on him - even if it’s from afar.
“Yeah. It’s doing really well. Made me a lot of money. How about you? Dohyun from your department still being an ass because you’re the one who got promoted or?” Jungkook questions casually, causing you to laugh.
“Ah, man. Gotta love Dohyun. No, yeah. He’s still being an ass - but at least he doesn’t openly question my authority anymore,” you reply with an easy smile. Then, “actually, I have you to thank for that,” you softly say.
Jungkook looks at you in surprise, “me?”
Nodding, “yeah. I took your advice and threatened to fire him if he ever publicly undermined me again. That shut him up pretty quickly,” you chuckle. Jungkook snorts, the two of you laughing.
“Good! He deserves it. I know he has a problem working under a woman, but man, you deserved that promotion. You were far better qualified than him,” Jungkook compliments. Ducking shyly, you tuck a strand of hair behind your ears before smiling gently at him.
“Thanks. It means a lot,” you mumble under your breath, making Jungkook shake his head.
“No. ____, I’m serious. No one deserved it more than you. You worked so hard for it. There were days I was even worried about the stress you were under because you’d forget to eat, or you wouldn’t sleep. But I guess it was worth it in the end, because you got the promotion,” Jungkook responds. Then, he pauses, a teasing smile playing at the corners of his lips, “even if it meant there were days you’d ignore me,” Jungkook sighs dramatically. That causes you to snort, and before you can stop yourself, you playfully smack his arm.
“Hey! I gave you lots of attention. Or did you forget that time when I skipped work just so we could play hooky and go snowboarding?” you ask. Jungkook bites his lips, a tinkling giggle escaping his lips at the memory.
“Oh, that was good. You were terrible, and you fell so much I was worried you’d break something,” Jungkook reminisces, a soft sigh following his words.
Giggling to yourself, “Yeah, well we can’t all just pick up a sport and instinctively be good at them,” you snort in response.
“You’re right. Really, it’s a curse being perfect at everything,” Jungkook nods sagely in agreement. Jaw dropping, you look at him in amazement before the two of you burst out laughing.
Suddenly, a new voice breaks “What’s going on here?”
Turning around, you freeze at the sight of Minhyuk. Alternating between looking at you and Jungkook, Minhyuk’s face is a picture of passiveness, his lips set in a thin, grim line. At the sight of Minhyuk, you sense Jungkook deflate, the easy atmosphere once again thickening with tension.
“Minhyuk… this is-” you begin, ready to introduce the two. However, Minhyuk snorts.
“Yes. This is Jungkook, your ex-boyfriend. I know. Which begs the question, why are you alone out here with your ex while I’m inside?” Minhyuk asks. You reel at the accusatory tone in his voice as you double-take.
“Excuse me? We’re just out here speaking,” you exclaim and once again, Minhyuk snorts.
“It looked a little more than that,” he points out. Jaw dropping in bewilderment, you scoff at him, your eyes narrowing into thin slits.
“Uh, I think I should leave the two of you alone,” Jungkook says quietly as he begins making his way towards the balcony door.
Seeing him walk away breaks your heart, and you want to tell him to stay. Nevertheless, you know you have no right to. Not now anyway, when you have bigger problems at hand. Bigger problems namely being Minhyuk. “What’s your problem?” you ask, directing your attention to your boyfriend.
“My problem is that despite the fact that you’re going to be marrying me, you’re out here with the ex that you were seeing for five years. How do you think that makes me look?” Minhyuk argues back. At Minhyuk’s words, Jungkook finds his blood freezing as he’s brought to an abrupt halt - just before he can escape the balcony. You, yourself, are at a loss of something to say.
“We’ve barely been seeing each other for two months! Why are you bringing that up now?” you cry in astonishment. Really, where had the come from?
“But isn’t that why our mother’s set us up? Because we’re both looking to get married? Isn’t that where this is supposed to be going? Yet, here you are. With your ex-boyfriend. Who you’ve paid more attention to than me this entire night, by the way,” Minhyuk points out. Spluttering at his words, your cheeks heat as you know you’ve been caught. The hairs on your arms stand erect, and immediately, you know that Jungkook is staring at you - but you refuse to look at him. You don’t want to see the expression on his face right now.
Instead, you decide to keep your attention directly on Minhyuk, “yes, this is where it’s supposed to be going, but-” you reply, only for Minhyuk to cut you off once again.
“But nothing. I like you, a lot. And I know we’ve only known each other two months, but I can see us having a life together. Is that not what you want? Isn’t that the reason we’re together in the first place? Do you not want to marry me? Say you’ll marry me and I’ll drop this right now,” Minhyuk finally says, his previous anger and insecurity at seeing you and Jungkook together dissipating. He levels you with his sincere gaze, the unanswered ultimatum heavy in the air.
Unable to help yourself any longer, you momentarily shift your gaze to Jungkook. It’s brief - barely a second - but it’s all you need. The utter look of despair is clearly evident on his face, a mixture of heartbreak and anguish painted so very clearly across his features. It reminds you of the day you’d broken up with him; reminds you of how he’d looked when you’d walked out on him.
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Flashback - nine months ago
One lazy Sunday, you find yourself in the apartment you share with your boyfriend. The two of you are sprawled on the couch, barely dressed: Jungkook with only his boxers and socks, and you in his large t-shirt and panties. You’d both considered getting dressed, but had decided against it - especially since neither of you had any plans to leave the house. Hence, you find yourself pressed against Jungkook, your back comfortably flush against his strong chest, your head easily finding the perfect resting spot in the crook where his collarbone meets his neck.
Absentmindedly, Jungkook plays with the hem of your underwear, fiddling with elasticated lace as you scroll through Netflix. The film titles pass in a blur as you look for something to watch. Catching the attention of one title, you can't help but fixate on it for a bit. "Kook?" you call out to your boyfriend softly. You angle your head to look up at him while shifting your head onto his shoulder, so you can see him clearly. Jungkook hums non-committally as he glances at you from the corner of his eyes.
"What's up, sweetheart? Wait- if this is just to ask me if we can watch Zootropolis again, you know my answer is always yes," Jungkook says, his eyes twinkling in excitement. A light giggle escapes your lips but you shake your head.
"No. I just- we've been together five years now, yes?" you ask, turning your head back to stare at the TV. Jungkook's eyebrows furrow slightly, and he moves his head so he can better look at you.
"Yes? What about it?"
"Well-" you begin. Briefly you pause, worrying your lower lip, "do you think we'll get married?" you breathe out. Jungkook stills, the hand that had been mindlessly playing with the lace material of your underwear coming to a halt.
"What?" he asks, his chest rumbling under you.
"Well, have you thought about us getting married? Like, we've been together a while now, but I don't think we've ever really spoken about it," you sigh out. Ideally, you wanted to marry Jungkook - because, after five years, you're sure he's the one for you.
"Honestly?" Jungkook asks. Anxiousness pools in the pits of your stomach as you hear the slight trepidation in his voice. It's barely there - but you know Jungkook well enough to spot the tell-tale sign of his worriment.
"Honestly," you reiterate his statement, letting him know you want nothing but the truth.
Jungkook sighs, "honestly, I've never really thought about it," he breathes out. Immediately, you jerk, sitting up as you twist to look at him. Shifting so you're in a more comfortable position, you sit on his stomach, your thighs straddling his waist. Instinctively, Jungkook's hands fall onto your thighs. You look at him in a mixture of shock and disbelief, Jungkook returning his own expectant gaze.
"You've never thought about us getting married?" you sputter out, completely baffled by his words. How has he not thought about it? You've been together five years now. That's an awfully long time - surely, he's thought about it at some point. Not to mention, you're both twenty-seven now, almost thirty. So how has he not thought about it? You know you have. In fact, you dream about the day you walk down the aisle, Jungkook on the other side. Hell, you dream about a life with him; a family - because you know he's all you want.
"Sweetheart-" Jungkook starts, and you look pointedly at him, "listen- it's nothing to do with you. It's just, we're still young. I do love you, you know that, but I just never really thought about it," he continues. Taking a deep, shuddering breath, you cock your head in question.
"Never?" you enquire. Jungkook simply shrugging.
"Not really," comes his simple reply.
“How?” you question, looking at him in confusion. Distinctly, you remember having light conversations with Jungkook. Conversations where you’d joke about being married, conversations about your wedding or your future together.
“What do you mean how?” Jungkook asks dumbly, causing you to frown.
“I mean- I know we’ve joked about it before. I’ve mentioned wanting to get married before, I know I have,” you point out.
“Yeah… but I thought you were joking and other than that, I’ve never seriously thought about it,” Jungkook says casually. You suck in a sharp breath at his words. He hadn’t ever seriously considered it? Fear settles in your stomach at his words. You’d always just assumed you and Jungkook would eventually get married - but he hadn’t ever seriously thought about it?
"Well... do you want to get married?" you ask plainly. Jungkook smirks at you, the corners of his lips twisting into a teasing, lop-sided smile.
"Are you asking?" he jokes. However, you're in no mood to play games. This is important to you - because your boyfriend of five years just admitted that he hadn't ever considered a future with the two of you together.
"Jungkook, I'm being serious," you say - your voice is soft, yet firm. Sensing the seriousness to your tone, the smile on Jungkook's face falls and he sits up. His movement displaces you from his stomach, and you find yourself moving to sit on the couch while looking at him expressionlessly.
"____, I don't know. As I said, I've never really thought about it," Jungkook reiterates.
"Well think about it now! Do you want to get married or no?" you ask, anxiousness bubbling in your veins. This conversation certainly hasn't gone the way you had expected it to. When you'd first asked Jungkook, it had just been an off-handed question, because really, why wouldn't he have thought about getting married. Now? You're not so sure.
"I- I don't know," Jungkook mutters. Face falling in despair, you get up off of the couch and walk into your bedroom. What did he mean he didn't know? Five years. You've been together five years, and he still doesn't know? Without a second thought, Jungkook follows you into your bedroom, watching in confusion as you begin getting dressed.
"Sweetheart? Are you mad at me?" he asks, causing you to snort derisively.
"Are you really asking me that right now?" you snap in response. Jungkook reels back at the irritation in your voice.
"Why? Because I said I don't know if I want to get married? Why is that a problem? I still love you- you know that," your boyfriend argues.
"The problem isn't that you love me Jungkook. It's that you just admitted you haven't thought about our future together," you cry back. Sensing your upset, Jungkook quickly walks up to you. He places his hands on your arms, gently rubbing up and down as he cooes gently at you.
"Baby, that's not what I meant. It's just, we're still young you know? And it's not like we have to get married to each other to prove anything. I love you, and you love me, isn't that enough?" Jungkook asks softly, trying his best to placate you. Tears forming in your eyes, you shake your head and push his hands away.
"But I want to get married Jungkook. But you don't even know if you want to get married," you reply back, your bottom lip quivering. You take in a deep breath in an attempt to hold yourself together.
"But I could... maybe," Jungkook replies. Though, you both hear the clear uncertainty in his voice. His words, paired with his tone, only has your heart breaking.
"Do you? It doesn't have to be now, but do you see us getting married? A simple yes or no. That's all I'm asking for," you breathe out.
Through tear-filled eyes, you watch your boyfriend contemplate your question. One minute passes. Then two. But he's no closer to giving you your answer. With every second that passes, your anguish grows into grief-stricken distress. Multiple times, Jungkook opens and closes his mouth, and each time, hope blooms in your chest, only to die when he closes his mouth. Long, excruciating moments pass, and you all but abandon hope, when finally he says something.
"I don't know," Jungkook replies. The very moment his words ring in your ears, that small inkling of hope within your chest in crushes. A sob escapes your lips and you feel your knees buckle. Distress painted on Jungkook's face, he reaches out to comfort you, but you back away from him, causing your boyfriend to flinch.
"Will you ever know?" you whisper hopelessly.
"I don't know," comes Jungkook's answer once again.
"Then I don't know if I can do this," you whisper back. Jungkook's head snaps up to you, his eyes wide as he looks at you in disbelief.
"What? What do you mean?" he chokes out, barely able to get the words out. Throat constricting, you swallow thickly as you choke back a sob.
"I don't know if I can still do this. Jungkook, I want to get married. I want to marry you. I dream about walking down the aisle to you, I dream about children - our children. I dream about a life with you. But you-" you stop as your voice cracks with emotion. Taking a deep breath, you pull yourself together once again, "but you don't know if you even want to get married and that... that just tells me you haven't thought about our future together," you finally manage to say, your voice strained.
"We're still young. We have so much time to think about that," Jungkook argues, causing you to shake your head.
"We're twenty-seven Jungkook. We've been together for five years. That's a long time, so why haven't you ever considered us getting married? Not even moments ago you admitted that you've never thought about it. How do you think that makes me feel?" you cry.
"I don't know! It wasn't on my mind. I think about you but I- I just don't know if I want to get married. Why is that a big deal?" Jungkook asks, even as anguish colours his veins at the sight of your heartbreak.
"It's a big deal to me! It's a big deal because like I said, that's what I want!" you practically yell. Taking another deep breath, you sniffle, "I don't think I can do this," you repeat once again. Again, your voice cracks, but Jungkook despairs at the resolution in it.
"What are you saying?" he chokes out, not wanting to believe it. You can't mean it. You can't be saying what he thinks you're saying.
"I'm saying- I'm saying we should break up," you finally say. You practically have to force the words out of your mouth - because, despite everything, every fibre of your being is still in love with Jungkook - still wants to be with Jungkook. But this isn't something you think you can compromise on.
"No," Jungkook blurts out. "N-no. Please, no," he practically begs. Once again he steps up to you, and once again, you step away from him - desperately needing the distance between you. "W-why? Why can't we wait until I know? Please, why can't we wait until I'm ready?" Jungkook pleads. Sucking in a deep breath, you shake your head as you look away. You want to. You desperately want to take his word for it, want to fall into his arms and forget this conversation. But you just can't.
"I c-can't," you express, "because what if we continue for another two, or three or five years, only for you to tell me you still don't want to get married? I don't want to start all over again in my thirties, Jungkook. I don't want to be in love with your a few more years, only for you to eventually decide you still don't want to get married," you reply softly.
"But we don't know if that'll happen!" Jungkook tries arguing and this time, you turn to him. Jungkook freezes at your face, the resolute sadness in your eyes breaking his heart. His heart constricts in his chest as he sees unwavering stubbornness, mixed with heartache and sorrow, in your eyes.
"Exactly Jungkook. We don't know. If you don't know now, after five years of being together, I don't know if you'll know in another few years. And I can't take that chance," you finally utter.
"____, please don't do this. I love you," Jungkook sobs brokenly. Unable to look him in the eyes anymore - unable to stand the utter devastation written on his face - you look away.
"I'm sorry," you whisper softly.
And then, you walk away.
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By the time you’re drawn out of your reverie, Jungkook is long gone. In his stead, stands Minhyuk, who looks at you expectantly. ‘Say you’ll marry me.’ Minhyuk’s voice once again rings through your head and you can’t help but feel queasy at the statement. You had broken up with Jungkook because you wanted to get married - and you do. But, is Minhyuk who you want to marry? As harsh as it is, marrying Minhyuk feels like… you’re settling - and that doesn’t sit well with you. But what do you do now? What if this was your only chance? You’re twenty-seven now and you hadn’t lied to Jungkook when you said you didn’t want to wait another five years only for things to fall apart if he decided he still didn’t want to get married.
But this doesn’t feel right.
You and Minhyuk stare at each other, Minhyuk patiently waiting for your answer. Except, you have no idea what you want to say. Your skin flushes with heat and you feel panic set into your bones while your stomach flips. Blood rushes through your ears, the sound drowning out everything else as you simply stare at Minhyuk. Though, you’re not really looking at him. No, because even now, with Minhyuk standing in front of you and Jungkook long gone, there’s only one person on your mind.
The same person who’s been on your mind the entire night.
Abruptly, Hoseok’s words ring through your head. ‘You’re strong - but you’re also smart. Smart enough to know what you want.’ Your brother’s voice plays over and over in your head - like a broken vinyl - until it’s all you can hear. Then, a spark of epiphany courses through your head, and the dawning of revelation washes over you.
You do know what you want - more than anything.
And you know what you have to do now.
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It's almost two in the morning when Jungkook finds himself outside of your apartment. He doesn't know how long he's sat there, back against the wall and knees up to his chest as he stares at your flat door. After he'd left Hoseok's apartment, he found his feet walking to a bar, and after about an hour of drinking, he'd walked home. Well, he'd meant to walk home. But, somehow, in his tipsy-fogged mind, he'd automatically walked to your building and then up to your flat. A while after that, he'd just sat outside your door, contemplating whether he should knock or not. The largest part of him desperately wanted to knock - and multiple times, fueled by the courage of the alcohol - he almost had. However, each time, the smaller part of him would stop himself, unable to actually follow through. What if you'd said yes to Minhyuk? What if you didn't want to see him? What if you're with Minhyuk? Jungkook doesn't know what he'd do if he knocks, only to find Minhyuk on the other side of the door.
Head repeatedly banging against the wall behind him, Jungkook stares at the gold plated numbers of your door. With every second that passes, the alcohol in his system slowly fades away and Jungkook finds himself sobering. But still, he doesn't leave. He can't bring himself to get up and walk away. It's late enough that sleep should begin fogging his mind, but again, not knowing whether you said yes or no to Minhyuk would eat away at him - and he knows he'd be restless and unable to sleep until he finds out. Yet, he just cannot bring himself to knock. So, instead, he just sits outside your apartment. Waiting for something. Anything.
For you.
Another hour passes and you still don't come. Jungkook lets out a shuddering breath, his head falling into his hands. Mentally, he draws up a pros and cons list of knocking - and yet, each time, he scraps them all. Even with all the cons: you could be engaged to Minhyuk, you could be with Minhyuk, you could be moving on with Minhyuk; Jungkook can't help but consider the pros: you could have said no, you could be alone, you could be waiting for him. It's that last one that he dreads. There's a small chance you couldbe waiting for him and that has hope flaring in his chest. But in this situation, hope is the most crushing thing in existence - because it's only a small chance - and his hope could be crushed the minute you answer the door.
A part of him believes you had to have said to yes - you just had to have - because that's what you wanted, wasn't it? You wanted to get married. So, what reason would you have to say no? But that small, niggling voice in Jungkook head won't stop speaking - won't stop telling him that he's a reason you would have said no. Nevertheless, Jungkook knows that voice comes from his hope - and as he's mentioned - hope is the worst thing he has right now.
"You can't keep doing this, Jungkook. It's been nine months. You should move on- like she is," Jungkook mutters to himself out loud. He has no doubt that if anyone sees him, they'd think he was some sort of crazy person, but Jungkook also doesn't care. Over and over, he repeats the sentences to himself and eventually, he gets up, ready to leave.
But then he stops.
Turning back to your door, he takes in a shuddering breath, and before he can stop himself - or even rethink his spontaneous decision - he finds himself knocking. Because he desperately needs to know if he's lost you once and for all. Then, he waits again.
And still waits.
Time moves excruciatingly slowly - the seconds agonisingly passing away. Momentarily, Jungkook considers knocking again - maybe you're asleep, maybe you didn't hear him. But the adrenaline-induced courage has long since faded after he knocked, and once again he finds himself turning away.
However, then, he hears it: the clinking of a chain.
The door creaks open slowly, Jungkook sucking in a sharp breath as he spots you. You're dressed in a large hoodie - and hope flares in his chest as he recognises it. It's hishoodie. He thought he'd misplaced it a while ago - but no, apparently it was just with you. But why? Why hadn't you returned it to him?
As soon as the door is wide open, you stare in disbelief at the sight in front of you. Rubbing your blood-shot eyes, your mouth drops slightly as you realise you're not imagining it. Jungkook is standing in front of you. Why is Jungkook standing in front of you?
"J-Jungkook?" you stutter out, bewilderment heavy in your voice.
"I'm sorry," Jungkook blurts out. Taken aback by his sudden apology, your eyebrow furrows.
"W-What? Why are you sorry?" you ask, unsure of what's happening. You'd just been crying in bed - desperately wishing for Jungkook - so, when you'd opened your door only to see him, you'd thought you were dreaming. And now? Well, now you're just confused. What does he have to be sorry about?
"I made a mistake. You were right- I didn't- I never thought about our future together. I never considered getting married, or whether we'd have a family together and it's because I was comfortable. I grew comfortable in our relationship and I took it for granted. I took you for granted," Jungkook breathes out. His words fall so quickly from his lips, he practically rambles, and you really have to strain to understand his words. "After five years together, I just got so used to us. I thought I'd always have you, and so, marriage or a family didn't even cross my mind - but it should have. I should have thought about our future together. I'm sorry that I didn't, and I'm sorry that I thought about it too late," Jungkook continues. Once again, he pauses, taking a deep breath as he thinks about what to say next. But if he's being honest, he doesn't really know what else to say.
Shoulders deflating, Jungkook runs a weary hand through his hair, and suddenly, he looks more harried than you've seen him in a long time. "I'm just- I'm sorry I didn't think about it back then. I'm just sorry," Jungkook finishes lamely. There's more on the tip of his tongue: I miss you, I want you, I love you; but he can't bring himself to say them. Not when you could be happy with Minhyuk. He can't do that to you - he'd broken your heart that day - when he'd openly admitted he'd never thought about a future with you - and now, you have a chance with someone else. And he can't take that away from you, even if it breaks his heart to let you go. Left reeling by his words, they play over and over in your mind, and it takes all your brainpower to reallyunderstand them - but in your stunned daze, you don't say anything - and Jungkook doesn't know what to make of it.
So, instead, "I guess, that's what I wanted to say. I- I hope you're happy with Minhyuk," he chokes out. Sluggishly, you realise that Jungkook is walking away - and that's all it takes to restart your brain.
"W-what if I'm not happy? What would you do if I wasn't happy?" you rasp, your voice straining. Jungkook freezes at your words, his blood running cold. Then, he whips around so quickly, you fear he'd get whiplash. However, Jungkook doesn't care. Rather, his eyes swiftly rake over your face, searching for something, anything to confirm what'd he'd just heard. He finds it in your eyes; in the way they silently beg him to continue, plead with him to say everything on his mind.
Helpless under your imploring gaze, Jungkook finds his tongue unravelling as he lays his feelings at your feet. "I'd ask for a second chance. A chance to make you happy and give you what you want," Jungkook breathes out. Your eyes widen in the slightest at his proclamation.
Is he saying what you think he is?
Incredulity painted as clear as day on your face and sliver of hope evident in your eyes, Jungkook's face softens slightly. He wasn't lying - when Minhyuk had proposed the ultimatum, Jungkook had felt his heartbreak - and when he'd sat in the bar, all he could think about was you. More importantly, all he could think about was the missed opportunity. He imagined what you'd look like on your wedding day. How happy would you be? Would you look as radiantly beautiful as he imaged you to be? Would you smile in that carefree, captivating way that you did? But then, he grew maudlin - because he realised that if you did, it wouldn't be for him - and that broke his heart. It broke his heart to imagine you marrying someone that wasn't him, smiling for someone who wasn't him, creating a family with someone that wasn't him.
Nothing but sincerity in his voice, Jungkook continues, "I'd ask for you to take me back and to marry you. Because that's what I want - as long as it's with you," Jungkook finishes.
Throat clogged up with the heavy weight of your emotions, you swallow thickly, "then ask," you choke out. Your words are simple - and practically inaudible - but in the stillness of the empty corridor, and the quiet of the night, Jungkook hears it as clear as day.
"But- But what about Minhyuk?" Jungkook asks, unsure about whether he should or not. Hope flares in his chest at your words - but he doesn't want to believe them. Not yet, at least.
"Ask anyway," you simply say.
"Will you-" Jungkook begins, but the instant he opens his mouth, you're cutting him off.
"Yes," you reply - not even waiting for him to finish. It doesn't matter what he said. It doesn't matter if the words to follow are 'give me a second chance' or 'marry me' because all that matters is that he's back. All that matters is that he's willing to think about your future together - and right now, that's enough for you.
"You don't even know what I'm going to say-mpf," Jungkook begins, only to be stopped short when you pull him in for a kiss.
The instant his lips touch yours, you feel your entire body become electrified. Your veins are set afire with love, Jungkook's soft lips pressed against yours in a sweet kiss. Instinctively, Jungkook's arms wrap around your waist, his hands pulling your body flush against his as he feels you for the first time in months. You taste the same as you always have - temptingly sweet - and your body against his feels exquisite: your curves and contours fitting perfectly against his body. Sinking into this kiss, and consequently Jungkook, you sigh against his lips while you let your hands wander across his broad shoulder, before carding them into his hair.
Brief moments later, Jungkook breaks off your kiss; his forehead falling to rest against yours as he stares deeply into your eyes. His hands move to cradle your face, his thumb brushing your cheek tenderly as he lazily peppers soft kisses against your lips. Despite the softness of the moment, Jungkook can't stop wondering about Minhyuk - a sentiment he expresses to you in concern.
"I couldn't do it. I couldn't say yes," you reply, your eyes holding nothing but the truth. Jungkook's eyebrows knit together, and you find yourself giggling at the adorable expression. After a light peck against his lips, you move to rest your head against his chest, your eyes slipping shut as you feel his steady heartbeat under your ear. "I couldn't do it, because even then, you were all I could think about. I thought I wanted to get married, and I did - I do - but I realised, I didn't want to marry just anyone. I wanted to marry you," you confess. Jungkook's heart soars in his chest and helpless under your spell, he finds himself pulling you in for another kiss.
However, this time, it's different. This time, your kiss isn't slow, or soft. No, it's needier - Jungkook’s pouring out his entire heart into your kiss as he bruises his lips against you. Gasping against his lips, your fists clench around Jungkook’s leather jacket - using the material to pull him closer into you. You pull away from Jungkook’s lips, breathing heavily against his lips as you stare up at him through the thick of your eyelashes.
“Do you want to come in?” you breathily ask. Jungkook pauses for a moment.
“Are you sure? We don’t have to-” he begins refuting. However, you’re already pressing kisses against his jaw - lightly nipping the sensitive spot just above his Adam’s apple.
“I’m sure. I’ve missed you,” you rasp out, your voice coming out breathier than you anticipated. Jungkook’s eyes dilate at your words, and before you know what’s happening, he’s leading you into your apartment.
The both of you barely make it into your apartment, before Jungkook is slamming the door shut and pushing you up against the hard wood. Caging you between his arms, Jungkook’s lips fall upon yours again, his lips moving in a frenzied fashion this time. Instinctively, your arms wrap around his shoulders, pulling him closer into you. Jungkook lets out a soft growl against your lips before pulling away. Peppering kisses along your jaw, he trails down the column of your throat before nuzzling his face into the juncture of your shoulder.
“God- I’ve missed you,” Jungkook whispers as he breathes in your calming scent. Own hands threading into his hair, you lazily play with the locks at the nape of his neck.
“I missed you too. A lot,” you moan out as Jungkook begins to suckle bruises onto the tender flesh of your throat.
“Is that why you’re wearing my hoodie?” Jungkook asks, curiosity winning out on him. Not that you don’t look good in it - in fact, seeing you dressed in his clothing is one of Jungkook’s favourite things.
“Maybe,” you reply coyly, “what are you going to do about it?” you continue. Jungkook sucks in a sharp breath at the teasing lilt to your voice and immediately, drops to his knees. You jerk at the sudden movement, your eyes widening marginally at the sight of Jungkook on his knees.
“If this was any other time, I’d teach you a lesson. But right now, I’ve missed you too much, and you look good enough to eat,” Jungkook groans out as he runs his nose along the exposed flesh of your inner thigh. Your breath hitches at his words, Jungkook’s large hands slowly wrapping around your thighs before he parts your legs. Tenderly, his hands run up the back of your thighs, and gripping the flesh of your ass, he pulls your hips further into him.
Running his nose against the cotton of your panties, Jungkook takes in a deep breath before groaning as the heady scent of your arousal runs through his nose. He pushes his hoodie further up your hips, his lips gently tracing his way up the length of your thigh. Positioned just over your hip, Jungkook places a tender kiss above where your bone is. Then, he bites down on the waistband of your panties before slowly sliding it down your legs. When he gets to the crooks of your thighs, he lets go of it, letting the material drop to the floor.
You step out of your underwear and spread your legs - making more room for Jungkook. Gripping one of your thighs, he pulls it to rest over his shoulder, exposing your pussy to his gaze. Dark, lust-filled eyes rove over your folds, Jungkook shuddering as the scent of your arousal deepens. Your sex is slightly dewy, glistening in the low lighting of your living room. Biting his lip, Jungkook edges closer to your folds before tentatively licking a line: all the way from your core to your clit.
“Oh fuck,” you groan out, your head lolling back while one of your hands shoots out to tangle into his thick hair. Hearing your low groan, Jungkook smirks against your pussy before repeating the action. Spikes of pleasure run up and down your spine, your eyelids fluttering as you lose yourself into the pleasure he brings upon your body.
Moving one hand, Jungkook presses two fingers against the petals of your sex before parting his digits in a ‘V’ shape and consequently your folds. With your pussy exposed, Jungkook once again licks a thick line from your dripping, honeyed entrance, all the way to your engorged bud. He licks harder this time, his tongue lapping in a broad line as he gathers your heady essence onto his tongue. Your arousal bathes his tastebuds, and with his nose pressed against the hood of your clit - all he can taste, all he can breathe is you.
Soft lips wrap around your clit, Jungkook pulling the sensitive bud into his mouth before lightly suckling on it. His ministrations cause you to gasp - the sound quickly morphing into a heavy moan when his nips your throbbing clit. Tangling your fingers further into his hair, you slowly undulate your hips, pushing them further into Jungkook as you tug on his hair, trying to get him to move fast.
Sensing the urgency in your movements, Jungkook rakes his teeth over your clit in warning once again. Then, breaking away with a pop, “Be patient, darling,” Jungkook breathes out. The lusty fog of your desire rolls thickly into your head, clouding your mind and setting your flesh aflame with want and through your wanton need, you barely hear Jungkook’s words. Instead, the feel of Jungkook’s warm breath wafting over your wet folds has you shuddering in pleasure.
“Kook,” you whine needily, desperation heavy in the high pitch of your voice.
With his face buried between your thighs, you can’t see his face. But you don’t have to. You can feel the smirk on his lips. Not that you really care - because he’s currently swirling his tongue around your clit tantalisingly and subsequently driving you to the brink of insanity. Lightly, he moves the two fingers that have you spread open. You shudder at the featherlight touch, feeling him softly ghost his fingertips over the outline of your folds before circling your entrance. His touch has your core clenching, your pussy walls fluttering around his fingertips.
“Fuck- I forgot how fucking sensitive your pussy is,” Jungkook moans against your clit. His words are slightly muffled, and the vibration of his voice shoots straight from your clit to the pits of your belly. Loins heating with pleasure, you feel your stomach twist and knot as Jungkook laps kittenish licks against your clit. Teasingly, Jungkook continues circling his fingertip against your entrance, feeling the way strings of your sticky wetness drip out of you before they cling to his digit.
Drawing away from your clit, Jungkook slowly pulls his finger away; his throat drying as he watches the thin, filmy strings of your arousal drip from your pussy and onto his finger. The thick rivulets stretch as he pulls away - and the moment one of them snaps - Jungkook is unable to stop himself from pressing his head back between your thighs. Tongue plunging into your core, his swirls his wet appendage around your cunt, groaning as thick streams of arousal drip onto his tongue.
“Oh fuck- Kook,” you mewl, your head falling back and hitting the door with a light thud. The pain barely registers in your mind, your eyes rolling into the back of your skull as your pussy flutters around his tongue. Helpless against your needy whine, Jungkook pushes two fingers into your depths, your body jerking at the sudden intrusion as you tug at his hair reflexively. Twisting his fingers into you, Jungkook pumps his digits in and out, relishing in the feel of your silken, pulsating walls around his appendages as he continues eating you out - almost ravenously.
Gripping his locks tightly, you gyrate harder into his mouth. Waves of pleasure flit over your skin, your blood boiling with ecstasy as you feel the warmth in your belly begin to heat up. When Jungkook spreads your entrance using his fingers, his tongue plunging deeper into you, you let out a cry of pleasure. God, you’d forgotten just howgood Jungkook’s mouth was. Mouth and throat running dry, you swallow thickly before panting out his name over and over again. The once dull warmth begins burning your loins; searing, white-hot pleasure running up and down your flesh, your skin prickling with goosebumps as you feel your orgasm approaching.
“Please-” you groan out, the guttural sound intermingling with the wet, sloppy sounds of Jungkook eating you out. Thighs quivering against his ears, Jungkook pushes his fingers deeper into you. Expertly, he finds the sweet spot inside you, his fingers crooking at the knuckle as he strokes the spongy spot. Reflexively, your hand tugs his hair harshly while your knees buckle under the euphoria of your approaching orgasm.
“Are you cumming, baby? You wanna cum on my tongue?” Jungkook taunts, a teasing lilt to his voice. Swallowing thickly, it’s all you can do to simply rasp out his name. Knowing he has you on the verge of ecstasy, Jungkook doubles his efforts - his fingers pistoning inside you quicker as he wraps his wet lips around your clit.
“God, your pussy tastes so fucking good. I missed you - missed the way your pretty little pussy feels around my tongue,” Jungkook grunts out. Another whine of pleasure escapes your lips, your hips jolting into his face when the pads of his finger stroke your g-spot.
“Cumming-” you gasp out, your voice cracking under the pleasure.
“Then cum baby- cum all over my tongue. I wanna taste you- wanna drink you up,” Jungkook urges. The filthiness of his words, paired with the way he harshly sucks your clit, instantly has you cumming.
A loud mewl escaping your lip, you whine out his name. Your eyes roll back into your skull, your visions filled with white spots as your orgasm ricochets through you. Feeling you come undone above him, Jungkook rips his fingers out of you, his hands gripping your flesh and fingers digging into your skin as he holds your violently trembling thighs. The scent of your arousal thickens deeply, and Jungkook watches with dilated eyes as thick ropes of cum drip out of your cunt and down your thighs.
Placing his lips against your entrance, Jungkook slurps at your cum, swallowing it thickly and relishing in your taste. You whine out his name, your knees buckling from the power of your orgasm - and if it weren’t for Jungkook’s strong grip, you’re sure you’d drop to the floor. Gasping for air, you slowly come down from the high of your orgasm, Jungkook patiently waiting for you to descend down to reality.
Tenderly, your boyfriend places affectionate kisses along the length of your thigh, softly cooing at you while he whispers sweet nothings against your flesh. A soft smile tugs at your lips and you untangle your fingers from their vice-like grip on his locks. Instead, you softly play with the strands, marvelling at their silk-like texture. Jungkook always had beautiful hair, but with how long it is currently, you can reallyadmire it.
“Kook- want you,” you mew. Jungkook chuckles at the soft neediness in your voice.
“Come here, sweetheart,” Jungkook says before he gathers you in his arms. Gently, he brings you to the floor with him. Still swimming in the haziness of your orgasm, you feel Jungkook swiftly divest himself off his clothing, until he’s left naked. Once done, Jungkook gathers you into his arms once again. He shifts you so your thighs are straddling his, your body propped against his strong chest as his back rests against the door to your apartment.
Unable to help yourself, you rest your head against his shoulder, your hands indolently running over his skin as you finally feel him under your touch. You trace every muscle of his upper body - from the corded flesh of his biceps, to the taut skin of his abdomen; and then towards his broad, defined shoulders. Jungkook’s arms wrap around your waist, his hands running up the hem of his hoodie and flitting up your skin before he divests you off the article of clothing - leaving you both naked.
Shuddering at the feel of the night’s crisp air against your skin, you snuggle closer into Jungkook’s warmth, letting his presence wash over you. “I missed you,” you mumble against his skin. Jungkook’s face softens and he nods, his head dropping so he can press a kiss to your shoulder. His long hair tickles your skin and you relish in the featherlight touch.
Not wanting to wait any longer - and more than desperate to feel him inside of you - you flex your thighs, picking yourself up. One hand feels out for Jungkook’s cock, and easily finding the shaft, you grip the base before pressing it against your entrance. Feeling the bulbous head push against your entrance, you let out a soft whine before slowly descending down onto him. Slowly, he spreads out your walls, his thick girth stretching you out for the first time in months. It’s been a while since you’ve had Jungkook and the sheer size of him has a dull pain stinging at your pussy walls - but you don’t mind so much. No, in fact, you cherish it - because you’d sorely missed how transcendent he’d felt stretching out your pussy to its brim.
“Oh fuck- God, you’re so fucking tight. You feel so good,” Jungkook groans out, his cock twitching with every inch he sinks into you. Jungkook’s arms wrap around you, holding your naked chest flush against his as you continue your descent onto his cock. When he finally bottoms out, his balls resting just under your ass, you let out a little whimper, your fingers clawing into his shoulder.
“You good, baby?” Jungkook asks, his lips skimming the outline of your collarbone.
“Yeah- you feel- so good,” you gasp out. Jungkook gives you a couple of moments to adjust to the feel of him - and then, he’s gripping your hips before lifting them up for you. You cry out in pleasure as you feel his cock retreat out of you, only for Jungkook to thrust upwards, plunging the entire length of his shaft.
The two of you begin moving in tandem with each other: Jungkook helping you move on top of him while simultaneously impaling his cock into you. With every one of his movements, you feel pleasure run through your veins. Every time he plunges the entirety of his cock inside of you, you let out short gasps, your toes curling in pleasure. Moving slowly, you take the time to simply feel each other - the ardent fire of your lust and love burning bright in the pits of both your bellies as you sink into unadulterated pleasure.
Your slow, sensual pace continues for a little while longer - but you can slowly feel Jungkook’s desperation increasing with each thrust. His hands begin wandering over your hips and around to hold your ass. Fingers digging into the soft flesh, he grips your ass tightly before bouncing you harder ontop of him. Need fills his every movement - Jungkook’s thrusts becoming rougher. You bounce on top of him, your entire body shaking as Jungkook thrusts harder and harder into you. Changing the angle of his hips, Jungkook plunges his cock against your sweet spot, the head of his cock brushing it with every impalement of his hips.
“I’m cumming, baby,” Jungkook warns. Not that he really needs to, you can feel his cock throb erratically inside you, twitching every now and then as your walls clench rhythmically around his shaft - massaging his entire length.
“Cum, baby. Cum in me. Wanna feel you deep in me,” you say softly, your hands softly massaging his shoulders. Jungkook lets out a little groan, pulling your hips harder down onto him as he tries to push his cock as deep as he can into you.
“Cum with me. Play with yourself. Wanna feel you cum around my cock,” Jungkook urgers, and you find yourself growing wetter at the authority present in his voice. Unable to deny him anything, you twist one arm between your body and begin expertly playing with your clit. The additional pleasure has you crying out in ecstasy. All of a sudden, you feel heat rush through your veins, your lips parting in a silent scream as you cum for a second time.
Feeling your walls clamp around him tightly, paired with the gushing of your cum around his cock, Jungkook let’s out a little groan. “Oh fuck,” he moans. Then with two stilted thrusts, he plunges his cock as deep as he can into you before cumming with a soft roar. His cock twitches inside your walls before he shoots rope after rope of hot cum inside you. You groan at the feel of his warmth, your toes curling in pleasure as the base of your spine tingles.
Jungkook holds you to him tightly, clutching your body to his as you both gasp and pant for air. The haziness of your euphoric high slowly abates, until you’re both left clinging to each other. Eventually, the white spots in your vision clear and you slowly pull away from him. You take in the sight of Jungkook, completely spent and sweat-soaked locks clinging to his forehead. Hearing you giggle, Jungkook opens one eye to peek at you.
“Stop laughing at me,” he pouts. Once again, you giggle at him, and then let yourself fall against him. Exhaustion weighs down your muscles and you find yourself snuggling into Jungkook’s chest, sleep already replacing the lust-filled fog that clouds your head.
“I can’t help it if you’re so cute,” you mumble sleepily. Jungkook bites his lips, lightly snorting through his nose. However, he simply doesn’t have the energy to argue with you. Instead, he sits quietly while attempting to catch his breath.
Eventually, he decides he’s had enough of a rest - but when he turns to you, you’re already deeply asleep, a small smile on your lips. Tenderly, Jungkook tuts, but there’s no real ire in it. Gathering you in his arms, he picks you up, wincing when his muscles protest the movement. Ignoring the pain, he carries you into your bedroom before gently depositing under the cover.
Fatigue quickly overcomes him, and it’s all Jungkook can do to not collapse beside you. Holding off, however, he manages to sluggishly pull himself under the cover. Once under the thick sheets, Jungkook shifts closer to you before he pulls you into his arms. You’re both sticky - your skin covered in a light sheen of perspiration - and it’s slightly uncomfortable, but Jungkook doesn’t care.
He’d be damned if he spent one more night without you in his arms.
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Summary: Date you, win a bet, get his rent paid off. Sounds promising enough, right? Jungkook should’ve known that his ambitions would end in disaster, but even if he did, that still wouldn’t have stopped him from pursuing you.
Warning: cursing, crude humor, fuckboy talk
Genre: college!au, fuckboy!au, bet!trope, angst, fluff
Pairing: Jungkook x female!reader
Premise: In which Jungkook accepts a bet from Taehyung to date the first girl that walks into the lecture hall and realizes that he bit off more than he could chew when starts to catch feelings. Now, he has to suffer the consequences of being an idiot.
Commission Request: @altus-gens​
Word Count: 9,203 words
It's not like Jungkook planned to be one of the most sought after person in Yonsei University, but it somehow turned out to be that way. Truthfully, he basks in it, loves that so many people idolize him for doing the bare minimum. He was handsome after all and had a level of charm that surpassed the need to have a good personality. 
He got into such a prestigious school through an athletic scholarship for Taekwondo, managed to convince his professors to pass him when he put in minimal effort, and there was no shortage of girls to call when he was feeling lonely for a night. He was the stereotypical 'it' boy on campus and maybe if he was a little bit smarter, he'd have a better choice of friends than the six idiots he always hangs around with.
"How about this," Taehyung starts, gum in his mouth, "the first girl who walks in, you have to successfully get in her pants."
Jungkook rolls his eyes. They were in a damn lecture hall and yet Taehyung had no shame bringing up sex. Typical.
“This again, bro?” Hoseok sighed. “Aren’t you sick of bribing us to do weird shit for you?”
Taehyung smirked.
“Not at all, actually.”
"For how much?" Namjoon cut in, probably curious for the price point Taehyung would arrange this time. He was fired from his job just a week ago and could really use the money. "I'll do it if it’s enough to pay for my rent this month."
Taehyung scoffs, although knowing full well he could pay for all of the boys’ tuitions combined if he wanted to. He was the resident rich bachelor on campus after all.
"I'll pay it for a full year and your utility bills too if you're really down," Taehyung flaunts. "You just gotta have proof you actually managed to do it."
"Dude that's gross," Seokjin chimes in, "No one wants to send you proof of us doing it with a random girl."
Taehyung shakes his head.
"No, no, no," he says, clicking his tongue. "I phrased it incorrectly. I’m not a fucking pervert."
“You got us fooled,” Jimin mutters. 
Taehyung leans in closer to the six boys and even Jungkook finds himself getting intrigued. Admittedly, he was a little curious considering he hasn't had a proper meal in weeks. He could really use having some extra cash for food without worrying about rent.
"You have to date the girl for like three months," Taehyung says seriously, "and I'll consider that as enough proof that you managed to actually do it since I know you guys are too horny to wait any longer than that to fuck."
They all look at Taehyung in disgust, Jimin even opting to hit him in the back of the head for being so vulgar. To be fair, they were all thinking of accepting Taehyung's bet regardless. It's not like they were new to leading girls on anyway.
"You gotta pay me more than that to fuck just any girl," Yoongi says, yawning in the process. He seemed the least likely to take up Taehyung's offer, but he was still game depending on the person.
"Then how would you feel," Taehyung starts, "if I told you guys that I could get you priority registration for next quarter."
The boys, even the ones who weren't interested, were now listening to Taehyung's every word.
"You mean," Hoseok gulps, "I could finally get that fucking Organic Chemistry class I need to get out of this hell hole?!"
Taehyung shrugs, an ominous smile on his face.
"Just the perk of having parents who have connections," Taehyung replies. “I’ll only accept one of you guys to do it though. I don’t wanna have you all fucking the same girl- that’d be weird.”
Hoseok rolls his eyes.
“Yeah, that’s what’s weird about this,” he grumbles.
“So are you guys in or not?” Taehyung asks, his patience growing thin.
He lays back on his chair, a smoldering look on his face when they all nod. They were desperate for money after all.
"The next girl that walks in will be the subject of this bet and whoever calls dibs on her first will be the one to woo her,” he says with a stretch of his arms. “Good luck boys.”
They all turned to look at the door and Jungkook watches silently as guy after guy walks into the lecture hall. No girl yet. 
Jungkook was hoping, from the bottom of his heart, that no familiar faces would walk in. If he had to deal with a past fling, he’d have to back out immediately. He never dealt with exes very well.
The guys are at the edge of their seats, praying for a cute girl to walk through that didn’t already know about their horrible reputation. They were looking for an easy target, someone that could fall for their charms almost immediately.
And then, you walk in. You were clad in sweats with earphones on, rushing toward the front row seats of the lecture hall. You were chatting with your friends, yawning several times throughout your conversation with them. Jungkook couldn’t help but smirk. There was nothing special about you to point out, in fact, you were just like everyone else. Strangely enough, he found that the most intriguing part about you.
"Nope, nope, nope," Jimin shakes his head repeatedly. "Can't, won't, never will. Sorry, Tae."
They all stare at him in confusion.
"What the fuck, what's wrong with her?" Yoongi asks, crossing his arms over his chest. Jimin faces away from you, not wanting to look at you any longer.
"No, nothing," there seems to be a blush forming on his face. He was hiding something.
“Bullshit,” Taehyung furrows his brows. “Bro, if she’s crazy and one of us gets our dick bitten off, we’re all blaming you, so spit it out.”
Jimin just sighs.
"She's been giving me Professor Kwon’s notes for the past few weeks,” he starts, much to the confusion of his friends. “Her name is [Y/N]. It'll be really mean if I go after her, especially since she and I are kind of friends. Plus, I really need to pass this class. I failed last quarter..."
The boys groan. Jimin was no fun.
"She's not my type so I don't think I could really get into it either," Seokjin states, no longer interested in the prize after Jimin’s confession. He’s been banking off of your notes from him too. 
"Aren’t we all old enough to know not to mess with people’s feelings?" Hoseok sighs.
They roll their eyes at Hoseok’s statement. Who was he trying to fool with the nice guy act? He probably fooled around with girls just as much as the other guys did.
"Yeah, I’m backing out," Yoongi agrees, "and she hates me so there's that."
They all look at him questioningly and he puts his hands up in the air from their gazes.
"What? I just realized who she’s talking to down there.”
He pointed at a girl discreetly, but no one seemed to recognize her.
“Her friend and I dated,” Yoongi continues, “and I broke up with her over text and blocked her without letting her respond. That whole friend group is pretty much pissed at me. I'd rather not have to deal with them again."
The guys look disapprovingly at him. Breaking up over text was harsh, but probably not the worst thing Yoongi has done to his exes.
"You're actually a piece of shit," Namjoon sighs. "I really do need my rent paid though..."
Jungkook nods in agreement. It's been almost impossible to balance Taekwondo practices, college papers, and working a part-time job all at once. If he could somehow find a way to quit his job for a while and get priority registration for classes, then he doesn't mind getting his hands a little dirty in the process. Plus, you were cute enough and he's sure you weren't too difficult to befriend as long as he doesn't mention Yoongi in any conversations.
"I'm in," Jungkook chides, finally saying something after such a long period of silence.
They all look at him with disbelief in their eyes. Jungkook was never the one to partake in Taehyung's bets. In fact, he was the one usually ridiculing them for participating. He must have been really desperate if he was willing to do it.
"I mean, it's all yours if you want," Namjoon replies, "I don't wanna turn it into a competition.”
“Don’t worry dude,” Jungkook fist bumps Namjoon, “I’ll quit my job and refer you for it.”
They nod at each other as if they were on the same wavelength. 
“I knew I could rely on you,” Namjoon says, faking tears from his eyes. The boys groan in response.
“Alright,” Taehyung claps his hands. “In exchange for providing me some mindless entertainment and going out with [Y/N], you will get your rent paid for the rest of the year and get early registration for next quarter. Sounds like a pretty sweet deal to me.”
Jimin shakes his head.
“I don’t know about this, guys...”
Jungkook doesn’t hear him and instead takes one last look at you. You catch him in the corner of your eye and you can’t help but feel flustered at his serious expression. 
“Should be easy enough,” he mutters to himself and turns his gaze back onto his friend.
“So we have a deal?” Taehyung asks.
He smirks, shaking the outreached hand Taehyung held out for him. He steals another glance at you and he finds you staring right back. He gives you a wink.
“Deal.”
Jungkook slid into the seat next to yours in the campus canteen, his eyes filled with determination. His posture was laid-back, but it was a little too obvious that he was trying to act like he didn’t care.
“Hi,” he greets you in a breathy tone- girls loved it when he spoke with his breathy tone.
“Hi?”
You’d been sensing that someone was staring at you during the lecture, but you thought that was just the paranoia that came from being near such an intimidating group of guys. Turns out, you should always trust your instincts.
Jungkook had a boyish grin on his face that made you want to smile back but also stare at him in disgust.
“I heard you help Jimin with Professor Kwon’s notes,” he whispers mischievously. “I’m struggling myself, actually...”
Not really, but you know. This was the easiest tactic to approach you- tackle your similarities. You nod understandingly at his words, not quite getting that he was flirting with you.
“Yeah I can send you the Google Drive folder,” you comply, taking your phone out. “But you can’t let Professor Kwon know or else he’ll flip out. He doesn’t want people to have the notes for some odd reason...”
You trail off but Jungkook just scoffs. You seemed clueless.
“That’s not what I necessarily meant,” he says, a little shy this time. “I need a tutor.”
You furrow your brows at him.
“Yeah, you’re gonna have to pay me for that,” you say seriously. The last time you offered to tutor someone for free, they ended up blaming you for their failing grade and screaming about it all over social media. You needed money to compensate for that emotional trauma. “Microeconomics is hard to teach.”
“Well thankfully I’m a good student,” Jungkook teases. You stare at him with a deadpan face.
“You wouldn’t need my help if you were a good student,” you say blankly, standing up from your seat. “My hourly rate is 20,000 Won. Take it or leave it.”
Jungkook’s eye twitched. He had to spend his money to get Taehyung’s money? Well, the payout would be worth it in the end anyway. He reaches out a hand to you.
“If you’d have me,” he says cheekily, looking up at you. You take his hand in yours and maybe for a second you felt your heart skip a beat, but that was soon over when you let go of him.
“You have sweaty hands,” you say straightforwardly. You wipe your hand on your shirt and he coughs awkwardly at how unresponsive you truly were. Didn’t Jimin say you were a nice person? 
You take your barely-touched lunch tray and walk away from his pensive figure.
“Wait, can I get your number?” he yells. You don’t look back.
“Alright, whatever,” he mumbles to himself. “I’ll just ask Jimin, I guess.”
Without even a second glance, you disappear from his sight. He sits back on his chair, heaving out a deep sigh. Sure, this wasn’t the first girl that didn’t care much for his advances, but you didn’t even crack a smile or anything. This is going to be harder than he thought...
“She hates me,” Jungkook whines to Seokjin as they walked down the university halls to their next shared class. “Yesterday, I went up to her to get her number and I left with a fucking debt. Does that make any sense?”
“Well, maybe you shouldn’t have taken on the bet,” Seokjin yawned. “Namjoon would have wooed her with his poetry by now or some shit.”
Jungkook rolls his eyes.
“Yeah, I’m sure she’s interested in a dude who can’t even put on a hat without causing an earthquake.”
Seokjin smacked him on the back.
“At least he’d have the guts to say no to having a fucking tutor,” Seokjin replies. “You dug your own grave, man. Now roll around in it.”
“Do you want me to succeed or not?” 
“I want you to not be a fucking dumbass, Jungkook,” Seokjin sighs. “Do you really wanna make your reputation worse than it already is?”
Just as Jungkook was about to reply, he catches a glimpse of you walking farther ahead in the university courtyard. You were a bit far but he’s sure he could make it if he hurries. He smacks the binder he held in his right hand onto Seokjin’s chest.
“Yo, can you cover for me,” he asks hastily and Seokjin stares at him with a concerned gaze. He watches as Jungkook takes off his backpack and leaves it on the ground. Jungkook looked about ready to break out in a sprint.
“What the fuck, why?” Seokjin questions.
“Just tell the TA I’m out for a bit,” he says in response, already running ahead to catch up to you. “I’m winning this fucking bet or I’ll die trying.”
Jin stands still, mouth agape. Jungkook really left him with his backpack and binder just to talk to you. He shakes his head. ‘I need to make new friends,’ he thought to himself, picking up the discarded backpack and walking in the direction of the class Jungkook was planning to be late to.
You were walking with your earphones on, not noticing someone sprinting at you in record speed. You only turn your music off when Jungkook stops in front of you, his hands on his knees. He was panting heavily.
“Hey,” he says through deep breaths. You nod at him awkwardly.
“Why are you running?”
“I wanted to... catch up to you... and I thought... you were closer... but the run here... took... fucking... forever,” he says breathlessly. “Water. I need water.”
You take out a bottle from your tote bag hastily, handing it to him. He took it into his hands, grazing your fingers a bit. As he was about to start chugging it, you halted him.
“Waterfall,” you say curtly- you were still planning to drink out of it later after all. 
He nods in response, a drop of sweat cascading the side of his neck. After he was done, there was practically no water left anyway. ‘I’m gonna have to refill it myself,’ you thought begrudgingly. You stuff it back into your bag and wait until his breaths become more even.
“A bit out of shape, huh?”
He scoffs and gives you a glare, clearly offended.
“I actually have a Taekwondo scholarship, you know that? I just wasn’t warmed up and I’m naturally sweaty so it’s not like-”
You laugh a little.
“I’m joking,” you say, a smile adorning your face. He feels his face turn red and he can’t help but purse his lips out of embarrassment. Jeon Jungkook couldn’t take a fucking joke.
“O-oh,” he says shyly, avoiding your gaze. Why was he acting more like an idiot than usual? You hear the chiming bells of the university tower and stare at your phone to check the time.
“Don’t you have a class?” you ask him. His eyes widen and soon he was dashing off again. He turns around mid-run, jogging backward to face you.
“My number is 06-1313-9197,” he yells, loud enough for the other late students in the courtyard to hear. Most of them roll their eyes, knowing that Jungkook was flirting with another girl yet again. You’re embarrassed by the amount of attention he’s getting, but punch his number on your phone anyway.
“Text me,” he shouts. “I’ll always respond to you.”
Now it was your turn to be flustered.
"That’s wrong,” you say, reaching over to Jungkook’s notebook and marking a large ‘X’ on his paper. “You’re not supposed to apply that function for this problem...”
Jungkook stared at you with a tired face. He didn’t think he was too bad at the mathematical aspect of Microeconomics, but it seemed like it was your life’s mission to make him look like an idiot. Of course, you caught every mistake that he made- even the ones he made on purpose just to see if you were really paying attention to his work and not bamboozling him.
“My bad,” he mutters, copying down the same problem on a different sheet of paper. He didn’t even get a chance to make a move on you today- not like he could make any big developments in the campus library anyway.
“Is it like this?” he asks, tilting his notebook to face you. You take a hard look at it and nod.
“Yeah, just make sure you know the difference between these two formulas, or else you’ll mess up on the midterm,” you say thoughtfully.
This was your fourth or fifth tutoring session by now? Truth be told he wasn’t really counting. Each moment he spent with you kind of blended together and he didn’t quite know if that was a bad thing or not.
“You know you’re not even struggling,” you say, your nose buried deep in your textbook. “It’s not like you’re completely clueless like Jimin. It seems like you’re wasting money on stuff you already know.”
Jungkook laughs heartily, getting shushed by the people around him. He really was stupid, wasn’t he?
“Yeah, well, it was just an excuse to hang out with the pretty girl in class, you know?” he says as nonchalantly as he could. You stare at him for a second and he swears he feels his body freeze over. If looks could kill...
You just shook your head with a click of your tongue and got back to reading.
“The pretty girl in class is most definitely not me,” you grumble. “If you wanted, I could’ve given you Soobin’s number without all the added hassle of you trying to come talk to me-”
“Woah, woah, woah,” Jungkook stops you from saying anything else. He looked worriedly at your face. “I don’t even know who the hell Soobin is, why would I want her number?”
You look at him and finally, you chuckle. ‘She really does have a nice smile,’ Jungkook thought to himself. It would be nice if he could make you laugh more often and not just on rare occasions like this.
“You’re saying you don’t know Yoongi’s ex?” you tease slightly. You were finally letting your guard down with him and Jungkook smirked. One wall down, another million more to go.
“Bold of you to assume that I know any of Yoongi’s exes,” he says and you scoff. “He’s an asshole when it comes to dating.”
You roll your eyes.
“Isn’t that your whole friend group?”
He pouts. You knew of his reputation after all. Jungkook thought he could get away playing a nice boy act, but it didn't seem possible considering your knowledge of him. A little white lie couldn’t hurt in the end.
“Not me,” he replies. “I choose my relationships pretty carefully.”
You take a glance at him before jotting down a few more words in your notebook.
“Well,” you start off, a little shy to admit what you were about to say, “I guess we both have that in common.”
He tilts his head rather cutely out of confusion.
“What do you mean?”
You cough awkwardly, adjusting yourself on one of the library’s notoriously squeaky seats.
“I’ve never really had a boyfriend before,” you say quietly. His eyes bulge out from their sockets.
“You’re lying.”
“No, I’m not,” you say, a hint of amusement in your voice.
“Like, you’ve never been on a date or what?”
“I have,” you say hesitantly. “I’ve been on a few but they just never led into anything serious. I was pretty focused on studying in high school so there weren’t really any opportunities to get involved with someone. Plus, the guys who pursued me weren’t very... attractive.”
Jungkook laughs loudly again, much to the dismay of the other students in the library. He liked that you didn’t beat around the bush- it was easier to talk to you that way.
“And me?” he asks teasingly, laying his head on his arm that was atop the desk. He looks up at you with that boyish grin of his that gave you small butterflies in your stomach. You stare back at him, but only for a second. You ignore his watchful gaze and continue to flip through your textbook, trying to find the passage you last read. He keeps his eyes locked on you and you just couldn’t resist.
“What about you?” you ask, feigning ignorance.
“Am I attractive?” he replies as bluntly as he could. You stop your movements and he chuckles.
“You’re... cute,” you settle on that word. Cute. It was safe enough to not be misinterpreted too much. He sits up straight with a satisfied smirk. He takes his pen and draws a heart on the side of your notebook. He winks at you when you stare back at him, puzzled by his actions.
“You are too.”
“Tell me you’re lying,” Soobin whines disappointingly, shaking your shoulders. You were trying to eat lunch undisturbed in one of the campus cafes but your two friends seem hell-bent on making you suffer. “There’s no way you’re friends with Jungkook.”
You sigh, attempting to rid yourself of Soobin’s grasp but to no avail.
“He’s an asshole, [Y/N],” Gaeun sighs disappointingly. “I thought you were a feminist, why the fuck do you even tolerate him?”
You glare at her for a split second before going back to prying Soobin off you.
“Jungkook has no respect for women or himself. It shows in how many shitty friends he has,” Soobin chants, still clearly bitter that Yoongi dumped her.
You shake your head, rolling your shoulders back when she finally lets go of you.
“Jungkook’s not even as bad as you guys describe him,” you reply. “He’s actually been really sweet.”
The girls take a glance at each other and burst in a fit of laughter.
“You must be out of your damn mind,” Gaeun cries. You cower slightly at their words. It’s not like you said anything that controversial, did you?
Soobin slaps Gaeun on the shoulder when she realizes how your face had soured. It wasn’t right to judge you for your choice of friends so harshly, no matter how horrid said person was.
“As long as it doesn’t go past friends,” she says soothingly, but that only made you feel worse.
“Why?” you ask a little hesitantly. “Does Jungkook sleep around?”
Gaeun nods, a worrying glimpse in her eyes.
“He's not exactly the type to kiss and stay...”
You nod understandingly. You weren’t too clueless to believe Jungkook when he said he was “careful” on who he dated. As long as you knew the boundaries that came with being his tutor, everything should be fine... right?
“Don’t worry guys,” you say with determination. “I’m not the type to get played-”
“Of course you are!” Gaeun sighed. “Guys gravitate towards girls like you who lack experience. Jungkook’s a fucking weirdo, of course, he’s gonna try and-”
“[Y/N]!” a shout from across the cafe screams. That distracted you from the various insults Gaeun was spewing from her mouth. You get that she was being critical of Jungkook, but did she have to speak ill of you too?
You look around and catch Jungkook waving frantically at you. He stops at your table and takes a mere glance at your friends before setting his focus on you. 
“Do you have time to help me out today? One of the papers for my writing class-”
“You tutor him in writing now, too?!” Soobin exclaimed, mouth agape. “[Y/N], what the fuck.”
You try to ignore your friend’s overreaction, a little disheartened when Jungkook looked hurt at their words. He had started to shy away from them as if he didn’t feel welcomed.
“Nevermind, I’ll just ask you later-”
“Actually,” you say standing up. “I’m free now.”
The two girls look back and forth between you and Jungkook, noticing the stars in your eyes when you looked at him. They did not like the thought of you two together at all.
“But [Y/N]-” 
You ignored their words and start to walk away, hoping Jungkook would come catch up to you. You didn’t quite know why their insistence on him being a bad person had made your blood boil. It wasn’t like you weren’t aware of his flirtatious tendencies, but hearing from your friends that you shouldn’t pursue a guy that you liked-
You stopped in your tracks and feel heat climb up your face. Like.
No way you admitted that just now. There’s no possible way you actually like-
“Hey, wait up,” Jungkook pants, his hand touching your shoulder. “Why do you walk so fast for-”
He sees your shocked face and turns you towards him, his hands on your shoulder similar to how Soobin had shaken you just earlier. Except this time, it felt comforting. It made your whole body feel warm as if you were coated with a weighted blanket. Was he always this gorgeous?
“What’s wrong?” he asks, inspecting your face closely. “You look like you just saw a ghost.”
“N-nothing,” you swipe his hands away and rush out the door of the cafe. He smirks at how flustered you look, maybe he did have an effect on you after all.
Jungkook takes a last glimpse at the two girls who sat in their seats, staring at him disapprovingly. He raised an eyebrow at them and shoved his hands in the pocket of his jeans, following after you. ‘They’ll try to get in the way,’ Jungkook thought to himself, ‘but they’re already too late.’
The girls clenched their fist out of annoyance. He was definitely trying to get on their nerves.
“There’s something strange about what’s happening,” Gaeun mutters.
“They’re up to something,” Soobin agrees. “I don’t trust him at all.”
It’s been a week since you last spoke to your friends, not really wanting to read the messages they bombarded you with about how you should stay for away from Jungkook. It was hard to take any of their advice seriously when they were just badmouthing him without reason. They based all their opinions on him from rumors around the school and Soobin always felt the need to compare him to Yoongi even though they both had very different personalities. Well, at least to you they seemed very different.
Frankly, you were sick of their nagging and just turned off notifications from that group chat altogether. Instead of sitting next to them during Microeconomics, you opted to sit with Jungkook in the back of the lecture hall instead of at the front with them. Jungkook had abandoned his own rowdy friend group to sit with you and flashed them quick smirks and winks whenever they’d stare at him. 
Slowly, Jungkook had started to become a constant in your day to day life. You walked to class with him, ate with him, played video games with him. It was sort of strange how used to you were of his presence, like you had known him your whole life. Jungkook snaps you out of your thoughts when he starts humming a little tune.
He draws a heart in the corner of your notes- which you find he has a habit of doing whenever he wanted to say something stupid.
“I don’t get what he’s saying,” he pouts cutely. “It’s like he’s speaking a foreign language.”
You shake your head, not paying him any mind.
“Well maybe if you actually paid attention,” you mutter softly. He scoots closer to you and you feel yourself stiffen.
“But you’re tutoring me later on anyway,” he says teasingly. “I get more bang for my buck if I know less.”
“Bang for my buck,” you scoff. “Who even says that anymore?”
He points at himself nonchalantly and you can’t help but crack a smile as you continue to focus on the professor’s words. You don’t even cower under his gaze like you usually do when he stares at you with those puppy dog eyes.
“What do you want?” you ask, finally caving when Professor Kwon adjusted something in his PowerPoint slides. He smiles.
“I want to hold your hand,” Jungkook replies and you could feel your palms clam up. His flirtatious comments increased as time passed and you didn’t really quite know whether he was just teasing you or if he was genuinely interested in you. You weren’t very good at taking a hint.
“I’m writing right now...” you reply, slightly skipping a beat in your note-taking. He really was the ultimate distraction, wasn’t he?
Jungkook pouts sadly, but you can tell an idea pops up in his mind when his eyes start to glimmer. He sits his hand on your thigh and you jolt back from the touch of his hand on the material of your jeans. He pulls away slightly, scared that he had made you uncomfortable.
“I just want to put my arm around you,” he asks innocently. “Are you okay with that?”
You calm yourself down and nod. For goodness sake, you weren’t a child- why did a hand on your thigh make you so nervous for?!
“Yeah,” you say, a little more confident despite your nerves. “Go ahead.”
He smiles softly at you and connects his hand to your waist, pulling you a little closer to him. It was comforting, not at all meant to be more than just a public display of affection. He finds himself getting lost in the lecture along with you, his hand playing with a loose thread on your shirt through it all. He didn’t even look at his friends who were teasing him on the other side of the class or your own friends shooting daggers into his being.
At that moment, it was you, him, and Professor Kwon giving out a lecture that had half of the students already asleep. He smiled at how diligently you worked and how your breath would quicken when Professor Kwon switched the slides without a warning. It was the little idiosyncrasies like this that caught his attention, the kind of things that made him wonder where you’d been all his life.
The smile on Jungkook’s face disappeared when he came to that realization.
Fuck.
Jungkook rolls around the grass while you sit on the picnic blanket you two had set up. Midterms were over and grades would soon be announced. He wanted a much-needed distraction from the monotony of constant studying and you had suggested a small picnic in a nearby park. Of course, he agreed. 
“We’re free,” he groans. “Finally free.”
Jungkook stares hungrily at the assortment of food you had laid out for the two of you. He tries to reach a hand out to grab a bottle of lemonade but ultimately fails in the end. You giggle at his silliness, popping a grape in your mouth.
“You’re welcome by the way,” you say jokingly. “Don’t think you could’ve done it without me.”
He sits up to face you, bowing deeply as if you were a traditional empress.
“Thank you,” he says, imitating a Joseon accent. He was watching far too many historical dramas recently.
“You’re embarrassing me,” you say, attempting to straighten him out. “Sit up.”
He complies, only after a few pulls from you, with a toothy grin on his face.
“Seriously, I don’t think I could have gone through the first few weeks of Professor Kwon’s class without your notes,” he sighs, opening his mouth to signal that he wanted to be fed. You roll your eyes but placed a grape between his teeth anyway.
“You have hands, you should know how to use them,” you mumble shyly.
You move to take another grape for yourself, but he grabs your wrist before you could. He intertwines his fingers into yours.
“Why should I when my hands are holding yours~,” he says in a sing-song voice. It made you want to throw up at how cheesy he was, but you couldn’t help but laugh along as he cringed at his own words. When was it so normal for him to hold your hands like this?
“You can’t go one sentence without flirting, can you?” you sigh, feigning annoyance.
“Not when it comes to you,” he replies, but you could feel sincerity laced between his laughter. “I can’t resist flirting when it makes you all giggly like this.”
You purse your lips to prevent yourself from smiling too brightly. Jungkook and you were somewhat past the point of being just friends by now, but you were too much of a coward to label what you had with him. What if there was a chance that he was just leading you on?
Jungkook saw your furrowed brows. He rubbed circles on your hands with his thumbs to ease you.
“Am I making you uncomfortable?” he asks softly, about to let go.
“No-” you say a little too quickly, clasping him closer to you. Your faces were inches apart now, much nearer than they were before.
“D-don’t,” you attempt to say but you’re tongue tangled as you looked at his lips. He certainly does have nice lips...
“Don’t what?” he asks in a lowly voice. You start to look around you- anywhere that wasn’t him. The park was relatively empty but it still felt embarrassing to say anything too loud.
“D-don’t let me go,” you say, your eyes on the picnic blanket rather than on him. His gaze was too intense to look at. Jungkook feels his heart clench. You were cute, too cute. 
He shouldn’t be feeling this attached to you, but he couldn’t help it. Everything you did, every word that came out of your mouth- it had him wanting more from you than he could possibly handle. It was dangerous to feel this way.
“Why don’t you want me to let you go?” he asks nervously. He too was anxious for the answer. If you were to confess to Jungkook right now, he’d get the first part of the bet done, but there’d be no turning back after your confession. He would have to lie to you from now on. 
Jungkook closed his eyes, chanting to himself that it’s okay to like you for a little while, just as long as he doesn’t get too attached in the end. He needed the money, he really did.
“Because,” you start off with a sigh, staring at him now with glossy eyes. “I like you.”
Jungkook feels like he could do ten backflips in one go and it wouldn’t even drain him of energy. The smile on his face was huge, his eyes curling into that half-moon shape that made you swoon. 
Jungkook was relieved and if the boys asked, it was because he’d only have to date you for three months. He’d die before he’d admit to them that he caught feelings because Taehyung, as generous as he was with his bets, would never give Jungkook the money unless he cleanly broke up with you. It was one of his unspoken rules.
“I like you too.”
You smile at him and he can’t help but pull you close, his lips hovering over yours.
“Can I?”
You nod.
His lips graze yours slightly but he pushes a bit closer when he feels you lean into his touch. He kisses you again, and again, and again, but you pull away when his tongue had started to prod at your lips. Your face was flushed,  embarrassed to be doing this in such a public place.
“Maybe later?” you say, panting slightly. He gives you a cheeky grin and nods.
“At my place?” he asks with a wink.
You hesitate, letting go of his arms, twiddling with your fingers. You wanted to set clear labels on what your relationship was. You didn't want to accidentally get caught up in a friends-with-benefits situation and be all shocked when Jungkook ends up breaking your heart.
“So we’re dating now, right?” you ask cautiously, looking at him with a worried glint in your eyes. 
Jungkook’s mouth opens to speak but no words come out. He thinks a little harder about the whole situation... He was getting good grades, spending some quality time with a girl he’s clearly attracted to, and having his rent paid off all in one? He was killing three birds with one stone. It shouldn’t be too big of a problem to catch feelings for now, right? It’s not like any of his relationships lasted longer than a couple of months anyway.
He nods, cupping your face lightly.
“Yeah,” he hesitates. “We’re dating.”
Jungkook wasn’t aware, as he gives you another light peck, that it wasn’t possible to have his cake and eat it too.
It happens naturally. You coming in and out of his apartment that he shared with his friends, you tangling your legs with his underneath the sheets of his bed. It was hard to imagine a life where you didn’t wake up with him by your side. You were so wrapped up in his touch, so wrapped up in the sweet words he would whisper into your ears, that you spent most of your time with him. 
You weren’t really up to date with your friends anymore and he didn’t really hang out with his either. Jungkook shared an apartment with Seokjin and Hoseok, and so the only contact he had with the other boys was when they visited those two. He should’ve known to take you back home when all the boys bombarded into his living room, where you sat with him watching TV. 
“The lovebirds are at it again,” Taehyung coos, a mysterious glint in his eyes. “The honeymoon stage hasn’t passed quite yet, has it?”
Jungkook chucks one of the sofa’s throw pillows at his friend, obviously annoyed. What the fuck did Taehyung think he was doing?
“Quit it,” he mutters. You were sitting next to Jungkook, his arm around your shoulder protectively
“Why?” Yoongi yawns. “Anyone can see how incredibly in love you two are.”
You didn’t quite like the smirk he gave the two of you. This didn’t feel like regular teasing... it felt like he knew something that you weren't aware of. It made you curl your toes out of fear.
“Guys,” Jimin says calmly. “Stop it.”
The boys shrug their shoulders as if they said nothing wrong.
“We’re just pointing out how cute they are together,” Taehyung noted, “It’s not like we’re lying to her or anything-”
“Yeah, or leading her on or anything like that-”
“I think I should go,” you say hurriedly, uncomfortable at how tense the atmosphere was. Jungkook was clenching his fists, about ready to start a fight any second. Knowing his strength, you didn’t want anyone to walk around with a bruised eye because you couldn’t handle a few jokes- if that’s what Taehyung and Yoongi think they’re making. Harmless jokes.
“I’ll take you home,” Jungkook announces, standing up with you. Namjoon pulls him down back on the couch.
“Let someone else take her,” he says sternly. “We need to talk.”
Jungkook was about to protest until you spoke up.
“I can get home by myself just fine.”
“Hoseok and I can take you,” Seokjin insists, pulling the unassuming man up with him. “We don’t mind.”
Hoseok gives you a lopsided smile and you return an equally awkward one.
“Okay, that’s settled,” you say, clapping your hands. You walk over to Jungkook. “I’ll text you later okay?”
He nods, grabbing your hand and kissing it lightly. Yoongi scoffs and Taehyung glares at Jungkook. The dirty glances they were giving each other... You didn’t like it at all.
“Let me know when you get home, okay?”
“Okay.”
The walk to your apartment was unnecessarily awkward, Hoseok and Seokjin were talking too much and you talked too little. You tried to respond to their every quip, but you weren’t in the mood for chatting after that whole mess.
“You okay, [Y/N]?” Hoseok asks worriedly. “Don’t think too much about what those idiots said back there, they’re like that all the time.”
You nod, keeping your eyes on the ground. There was something chipping away at the back of your mind, something you wanted to get out of your chest.
“Would you say Jungkook and Yoongi act similarly?” you hesitate to say, “like with relationships?”
The two boys exchanged nervous glances at each other.
“Well, it depends,” Seokjin starts, choosing his words specifically. “What about relationships specifically?”
“Does he...,” you start off, not knowing the right phrase without sounding too harsh, “play around with girls? Like how Yoongi played around with Soobin?”
Hoseok looked at you with a raised brow.
“Who’s Soobin?” he asks before getting punched in the arm by Seokjin. “What the fuck bro!”
Seokjin clears his throat.
“What Hoseok meant to say,” he starts, glaring at his friend a little too harshly, “is that Yoongi never really introduces us to his girlfriends. You, on the other hand, are one of the few girls Jungkook actually took the time to invite over.”
“Yeah,” Hoseok chimes in. “He’s not exactly the most chivalrous, but he wouldn’t ghost someone like Yoongi did.”
Somehow their words weren’t enough to satisfy you. There was still something off in the conversation that transpired between the three boys- as if they were all keeping something from you. You stopped abruptly in front of your apartment complex, finally making eye-contact with the two boys.
“Do you think...” you start, a slight quiver in your voice, “that Jungkook is cheating on me?”
The two boys let out a deep breath that you didn’t even notice they were holding and laughed joyously together. They cackled as if what you said was the funniest thing they had ever heard in their life. Seokjin wipes a stray tear from his eye.
“Y-you think Jungkook’s cheating on you?!”
You nod, a little embarrassed at their reaction. Hoseok shakes his head, sighing out of his laughter.
“Trust me,” Hoseok starts, his breath evening out. “Jungkook would never cheat on you.”
You start to giggle along with them until a serious look suddenly takes over Seokjin’s features. He faces you fully.
“But listen [Y/N],” he starts. “If Jungkook hurts you, just know that he does love you. Like, undeniably. He does.”
“And we’re not just saying that as his friends either,” Hoseok continues. “We know how he’s like and we can tell that he really does like you.”
You smile at the two, feeling a small sense of comfort at their words.
“Thank you, guys. I mean it.”
They pat you on the back.
“Anything for Jungkook’s girlfriend.”
You walk through the campus cafeteria, eyes searching for a free table that you can sit alone in. Jungkook had Taekwondo practice so there would be no lovey-dovey feeding time with him. 
He’s been a lot tenser since the living room incident (which was already a week ago) and it seemed like he got more agitated as the days passed. Not towards you directly, but he’d always mutter slight insults whenever Yoongi or Taehyung passed by. It made you worried that you had done something to possibly drive a wrench into their relationship without even knowing it.
‘Whatever,’ you thought, ‘I’ll talk about it with him when he comes over later.’
You aren’t able to find a seat, though, when you feel dainty fingers wrap around  your elbow to pull you back lightly.
“[Y/N],” Gaeun says in a low voice. “We need to talk.”
It wasn’t like you had been ignoring them deliberately, though that was definitely the case at the start. You just couldn’t find the time to really hang out with them as much as you used to since you were with Jungkook most of the time. It was like that too when Gaeun and Soobin were in relationships, so you never really felt bad about doing it yourself.
“Yeah sure. I miss you guys,” you smile at her, but she doesn’t return it back.
“Come with me.”
Gaeun leads you to a table near the back of the room, where Soobin was sat up against the wall with her own tray of food. You sit down in front of her and Gaeun takes the seat next to Soobin.
“Good, you’re here,” Soobin says, apprehension laced in her voice. “We need to talk about Jungkook.”
You roll your eyes.
“Not this again-”
“[Y/N],” Gaeun warns. “Listen.”
You keep quiet, a little intimidated of how scary their expressions were.
“It’s all a bet,” Soobin says sternly.
You furrow your brows at her. She tends to speak vaguely when you needed her to be specific the most.
“What?”
“It’s a bet, [Y/N],” Gaeun repeats for her. “Jungkook’s only dating you because Taehyung said he’d pay his rent off if he did.”
You clench your fist on the table. How could they sit there and spew lies so easily?
“What are you guys-”
“Those dicks do this all the time,” Soobin rambles. “They play stupid games with girls just to fucking break their hearts later on and-”
“I don’t believe you,” you say confidently. “Jungkook would never do that to me. Besides-”
Gaeun didn’t even wait until you stopped talking to play a recording on her phone. The voices were familiar enough to recognize.
“So you’re telling me that Jungkook’s just fucking around with [Y/N] because he wants priority registration? You have to be fucking joking...”
You could tell from the sound of the person’s voice that it was Soobin. It sounded like she was putting on her clothes.
“Of course not. He’s doing it for priority registration and his rent getting paid for the rest of the year. I’m not joking when I say Tae goes big with his bets. He likes to flex his money on us like that.”
Your jaw drops at the sound of the man’s voice. It was Yoongi. You were sure of it.
“And you guys don’t feel bad? Like at all?”
“Why should we? Jungkook’s planning to break up with her next week anyway so she doesn’t catch feelings for too long. It’s not like they were gonna last past the three-month deal...”
Gaeun paused the recording when she sees you bite your lip so harshly that blood starts to surface. This didn’t feel right. It didn’t feel real.
“I hooked up with him last weekend,” Soobin admits, shame written all over her face. “He was spewing stuff about Jungkook spending all his time with you and not really hanging out with the boys like he used to.”
“You still hook up with Yoongi? After all he did to you?” you ask, not meaning to come off aggressive but undoubtedly did.
“Look,” Gauen starts, taking the heat off of Soobin. “She was just drunk and looking to have fun. I was with her that night and I was talking to Namjoon. He...”
Gaeun trailed off, but you were sick of it. Sick of being kept in the dark from something you should’ve known all along.
“What?”
“H-he told me that all the boys were getting tired of him playing around with you,” she says, twiddling with her fingers. “He’s supposed to break up with you today. Some of the guys think he’s just prolonging it to fuck with you and they’re getting really annoyed-”
You bite back the tears threatening to spill over any minute now.
“Hoseok and Seokjin told me to trust Jungkook. They said he wouldn’t hurt me-”
“Did they also tell you that their rent gets paid too if Jungkook pulled through with the bet?” Soobin replies angrily. “Because they live together, don’t they?”
You open your mouth but no sound comes out- just a small whimper. Your lips start to quiver and you bite your lip again to calm yourself down. When you had collected your thoughts, you glared up at the two girls.
“And you didn’t tell me this earlier?”
Soobin scoffed.
“You were fucking ignoring us too, how were we supposed to tell you?”
“Still it wouldn’t have killed you to-”
“Don’t take your anger out on us,” Gaeun warns, her finger pointing at you. “Jungkook is the one to blame. We told you from the start that he was bad news.”
You pursed your lips and Gaeun put her finger down, feeling guilty that she lashed out on you when obviously you were just processing the information.
“Hey, I’m sorry-”
“Why me?” you ask with teary eyes. “What did I even do to them to deserve this?” 
They glance over at each other for a long while before Soobin breaks the silence. You had the right to know, but at the same time, they knew it would break you.
“It’s a sick game that they play where they just choose someone randomly...” Soobin starts off gently handing off the next few words to Gaeun, “and you were just the first girl to walk into Professor Kwon’s lecture hall. He thought you’d be...”
“Easy,” Soobin finished.
Just as they predicted, you had burst out in tears.
Jungkook opens the door to your apartment, using the spare key you had given him a month earlier since he tended to visit often. It was more convenient that way. 
He was freshly out of his Taekwondo garb, still sweaty, but otherwise clean from taking a shower at the campus gym. He found it strange at how dark the room was, but he knew you were on the couch from the noticeable lump of a blanket on it.
All Jungkook wanted was to cuddle with you and fall asleep in your arms after such a harrowing day. Lord knows he needs your warmth right now.
He smiled as he made his way towards you, but stops in his tracks when you sit up from where you laid. He couldn’t quite see you in the darkness so he walked to the light switch to turn the lights on. His heart broke at the sight of you.
Tears stained your cheeks, your eyes red and puffy from all the crying. You looked a mess and his blood boiled at the thought of someone hurting you. 
“What happened?” he asked, rushing over to you and cupping your face in his hands. You push him away.
“You don’t have to act anymore,” you say softly. “I can handle it.”
He looks at you with furrowed brows.
“What are you talking about-”
“I get that you really need the money,” you say through bated breaths, “I get that financially, it would have really helped, but did you really have to hurt me to do that?”
Jungkook’s breathing stopped. Everything was happening too quickly, his world crashing down when you uttered those words. He knew what this meant, knew that now you would see past his lies. Jungkook couldn’t have you finding out this way. 
He kneeled in front of you, attempting to wipe away the tears from your eyes but you push him off.
“[Y/N] no-”
“It could’ve been anyone,” you whimper, trying to look up at the ceiling to prevent any more tears from falling down. “Anyone could’ve walked through that door and you would’ve been okay with it.”
“That’s not true-” he interjects but you stop him.
“A-and you flirted with me all the time ‘cause you knew that I wasn’t used to it,” you say, your voice quivering. “You took advantage of me.”
Jungkook shakes his head rapidly, eyes pleading for you to let him speak. It hurt seeing you refuse to even look at him, to have your eyes so filled with sadness because of what he did to you. He fucked up, he fucked up so bad.
“No, you have to listen-”
“They told me not to trust you,” you whimper somberly. “They told me and I didn’t believe them because I... I was delusional or something. I thought that someone like you could actually like someone like me-”
His heart broke. It wasn’t you that didn’t deserve him. It was him. All him.
“Please don’t say that-”
“Did you come here to seal the deal? To finally break up with me?” you ask sadly. “Are you happy you’ll get the classes you want next quarter, Jungkook?”
He clenches his teeth. Jungkook knows you’re mad, knows you have a right to be, but it feels like he’s being cornered by you. Why won’t you give him the chance to speak?
“[Y/N], no,” he says sternly, “You have to trust me when I say that it went past just a bet. I like you. Genuinely, I like you.”
There was no point in lying any longer. You deserved to know the truth, but he needed you to know all of it- not just the information your friends cherry-picked to fit their narrative. He tried to speak again, but you wouldn’t let him.
“How could you,” you whimper. “How could someone be so cruel?”
Jungkook’s heart breaks at the words. He should’ve seen this coming. How could he delude himself into thinking he’d be okay if you find out- that he’d be fine seeing you heartbroken? He was disgusted with himself.
“I’m sorry [Y/N],” he whispers. “I’m so sorry.”
You shake your head, your vision getting blurry from the tears. He clasps your hands in his, knowing that it used to soothe you whenever you felt worried over something, but you just wailed harder at his touch. He didn’t know what to do, he didn't even know where to start.
“Stop pretending like you care,” you cry. “Please. It hurts.”
“It was a bet,” he admits and he breaths through the words to prevent himself from getting too emotional, “but I promise that my feelings are genuine. You have to trust me.”
“Trust you?” you ask crudely.
You stare at him, slowing your breaths to ease the crying. There was a certain emptiness in your gaze and it scared him. It was awfully frightening having you looking at him with a certain animosity that was not there before. Like he was a stranger.
“I can’t do that anymore, Jungkook,” you say softly, “because I hate you.”
A/N: Gasp A double update?! Say it isn’t so... I had so much fun writing this!!! Probably one of my favorite fics I’ve written in a while because I love this trope. How do y’all feel about Jungkook? Forgive or forget? Let me know!! Thank you @altus-gens​ for requesting this story, I hope you like it :)
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v-hope · 10 months ago
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With You
Pairing: Jeon Jeongguk x Reader
Genre: Fluff, smut, College!AU, established relationship
Word Count: 5.2k
Summary: Although trying to fight it, Jeongguk can’t help but become insecure about your relationship after your ex best friend starts filling his head with lies about you and Taehyung, his best friend who you just so happened to be out with that day. Good thing is, you’re right there with him to reassure him you want him and only him.
—Alternatively, the one in which during a heated make out session you find out your boyfriend is a virgin, and decide to help him get himself off.
Warnings: Heavy making out, light body touching (?), dry humping, confident Guk and shy/awkward Guk keep switching places, handjob, blowjob. And yup, Guk’s (still) a virgin.
A/N: Helloo, this from part 28 of my Social Media AU ‘Tiger Flower’, but I guess you can still read it if you haven’t read the full story lol. So this was supposed to be a 2k drabble like the ones I always write but I got a bit carried away 🤡 I hope you enjoy! 💕 ALSO, someone asked me to bold the beginning and ending of the smut part(s), so if you don’t wanna read the smut just look for the bolded words and skip what’s in between lol.
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Running his hands through his face as the elevator’s doors opened, Jeongguk started walking through the hallway to his place, head lowered as he absently looked in his pocket for the keys to the apartment.
The conversation he had with Sooyeon was still going through his mind over and over. Although he had managed to sound confident enough through the texts they had exchanged and he had put her in her place —along with blocking her ass just like he had wanted to ever since the first time she brought you up into the conversation—, he could not deny her words did hit home.
Taehyung was definition of your type. Outgoing, talkative, funny, handsome. The life of the party, in other words. Something he was not, and something he would never be, considering he did not show up to parties at all if it wasn’t because he was either forced to by his friends or because you would be there.
Taehyung could most definitely show you a good time, whereas he, on the other hand…
No, fuck that. You were dating him. He was your boyfriend. He, Jeon Jeongguk. That was all he could find comfort in.
Then again, you were not with him right then. You were somewhere else with Taehyung. As friends, but still. And then again, just like he had a high school crush on you and found himself falling all over again three years into college, so had you with Taehyung right before dating him. Would it really be that hard for you to fall for him a third time when the two of you were still so close?
He shook his head, as if trying to shake his thoughts away. Don’t let Sooyeon get to you, Y/N’s with you for a reason. Don’t let Sooyeon get t—
“Hey…”
Before his head could keep on torturing him, your voice brought him back out of his small trance, fixing his wide doe eyes on you for two seconds before he took in his surroundings, only then realising he had already reached his apartment’s door.
Staring back at you, his eyes lit up.
“Hey,” he said softly. “What… What are you doing here?”
You shifted nervously in your place. “You sounded kinda off through texts, so I just wanted to check up on you”.
He nodded quietly, fighting the huge smile that was threatening with forming on his lips.
Because you were there. With him.
“You didn’t, um…” his eyes travelled to the door for a second before they were back on you. “Joon-ie hyung didn’t open the door for you?”
A small laugh escaped your lips at the way his eyebrows had furrowed, ready to fight his roommate for leaving you waiting out there for God knows how long. “I didn’t call on the door” you explained, causing his eyebrows to knit further together in utter confusion. “I didn’t know if you wanted me here at all, so I thought I’d just wait outside in case you wanted to be alone and asked me to g—”
Your words were cut off by a sweet kiss being pressed to your lips. Although taken aback the first second, you smiled when he cupped your face to press his mouth deeper against yours.
“What was that for?” you smiled once he pulled away, eyes still closed as you felt his nose gently bumping yours.
“I’m just happy you’re here” he breathed contently.
“That’s good to hear” you sheepishly admitted, resting your hands on his chest. “I honestly thought you would ask me to leave”.
He shook his head no, pecking your lips before he pulled you into his arms. “Don’t be silly, you know I always want to be with you”.
You took in a shaky breath, feeling all the tension you had been building up until then leave your body for good, and then wrapping your arms tightly around him as well. “Yeah, but you sounde—”
“Shh,” he hushed you, pressing a brief kiss to your neck. “I want you here”.
You let out another laugh, not only because of how happy his words made you, but because of the way he later grabbed your face once again to start peppering kisses all over it.
“Yah, Jeon Jeongguk!” you called him out in between giggles. “We’re in the middle of the hallway”.
He laughed, pecking your lips one last time before he pulled away. You just didn’t know how much it meant to him having you there with him right then when he needed you the most.
Without another word, he took his keys out of his pocket, like he had intended to minutes ago, and finally opened the door.
Stopping in his tracks, he turned around to look at you with a raised brow. “You’re coming in, right?”
You shrugged nonchalantly. “I mean, since you ask so nicely…”
Rolling his eyes at your overdramatic ways, he grabbed your hand, pulling you inside his place with him, not giving you time to even take a look around as he dragged you into his room.
“I don’t even get to say hi to Joon?” you teased as you closed the door behind you and he went to lie down on his bed.
“You can go say hi if you want” he replied simply, resting his weight on his elbows so he could properly look at you.
“Nah,” you shrugged, watching his nose scrunch up as his lips parted into a big smile when you started walking towards him. “I came to see you after all”.
“That you did” he contently affirmed, that being all he needed to let go of his intrusive thoughts.
Letting his back fall on the bed once again, he stretched his arm out on the mattress for you to go over there. Without another word, you crawled in bed with him, resting your head on his arm just like he wanted you to, scooting closer to him when his hand rested on your shoulder, and then resting yours on his chest.
“So how was work?” you tried to initiate small talk, tenderly running your fingers in circular motions from his chest to his abdomen.
The sigh that had escaped his mouth let you know not so well.
Work itself had been alright . What happened afterwards when he was heading home and Sooyeon texted him? Yeah, that had been shitty as hell.
“I blocked Sooyeon” he let you know.
Your head snapped up. “Hadn’t you already done that?”
“From Instagram, yeah” he nodded. “I blocked her phone number now. It can be a little awkward tomorrow when I see her but it’s the last day of filming, so I couldn’t care less”.
Although wanting to laugh —because, let’s be honest, that new piece of information could only bring you joy—, you ended up pouting in confusion.
“Something happened?”
“The usual,” he took in a deep breath. “She was talking shit”.
You nodded understandingly. Although wanting to know the details, you understood he didn’t really want to talk about it, for otherwise he would’ve told you by then. So, you said nothing, settling for pressing a lingering kiss to his shoulder instead.
“Is that why you were upset?” you wondered.
Jeongguk stayed quiet, both in awe at how you could tell he wasn’t feeling his best just by a couple of texts, and once again upset at the conversation he had held with Sooyeon earlier that evening.
“Kinda” he tried to shrug it off.
You puckered your lips, stopping your soothing motions on his torso and resting your palm on it instead so you could support your body up as you looked for his chocolate eyes.
“Was it because I went out with Tae?”
The way his body had tensed was all the answer you needed. However, he surprised you by shaking his head no.
“It wasn’t… I mean,” he sighed, pushing his hair back with his hand. “You guys are friends, it’s okay”.
You stared at him intently. Maybe he claimed it didn’t bother him, but his eyes right then, which remained fixed on the ceiling instead of your concerned ones, told you otherwise.
Placing your hand on his arm and giving it a light squeeze, you leaned in to briefly press your lips to his cheek. “I’m sorry,” your sincere words managed to catch his attention. “I should’ve asked if you were okay with it”.
He shook his head no immediately, sitting up and resting his back on the headboard. “You don’t need to ask for my permission to meet up with people, petal”.
“I know, but,” you shrugged, sitting up as well by his side and focusing your eyes somewhere other than his. “Everything is still kind of recent, I should’ve been more considerate of your feelings. I’m just so used to hanging out with mostly guys that I forget I have a boyfriend now and you—”
You caught on the way he had —teasingly— raised up a questioning eyebrow, making you mentally go over the words you had just said and panic once you realised how wrongly you had worded them.
“Wait, no!” you tried to correct yourself immediately, as he could no longer hold his serious semblance and started laughing. “I don’t forget I have a boyfriend, I meant that I forget you might not be very fond of—yah!” you called him out when his laugh did no longer allow your words to be heard.
“I know what you meant, petal” he reassured you, grabbing your hand and gently running his thumb on the back of it. “You look so cute when you panic”.
“Aish, you’re so annoying” you crossed your arms over your chest.
Chuckling at your cute annoyance, he took advantage of your folded arms to pull you towards him by them, having you instinctively straddle his lap after his lips collided with yours.
“You’re really okay with it then?” you asked one last time, cupping his face as he opened his eyes; watching the way they smiled right before he nodded.
He trusted you. Both you and Taehyung. He really did.
He knew the two of you were just friends. After all, he had told Taehyung it was okay for him to hang out with you from time to time back when they had The Talk. And he was truly okay with it. It was just that he couldn’t help being insecure sometimes, and Sooyeon’s words had only managed to increase that feeling.
He needed some reassurance from you, that was all.
“Just…” he licked his lips as he tried to find the right words. “You want to be with me… right?”
You answered his question with a slow, lingering kiss. One that left him aching for more, lips slightly puckered when yours left their touch. “I’m with you for a reason, bun” you cooed. “I mean, I am your girlfriend after all, am I not?”
He smiled blissfully, still feeling a wave of heat run up his body whenever that word was mentioned in reference to you, as he was not quite used to it yet. “Don’t go forgetting I’m your boyfriend then”.
Just as a light laugh escaped your mouth at his mocking remark, he entangled his fingers in the hair at the back of your head to pull you back into his lips, resting one of his hands on your lower back as you wrapped your arms around his neck the way he loved it, slightly opening your mouth to give him easier access to it.
And maybe it was the loose fabric of the oversized hoodie of his you had kept and were wearing that day, that made it so easy for his hands reach for your naked body underneath, or maybe it was just the way he had been craving you for so long, what made him dig his hands inside of it without a second thought — fingertips hesitantly tracing your skin and thumbs drawing circles on your waist for a couple of seconds before they trailed all the way up to the hem of your bra, where they stopped in their tracks and travelled to your back instead, as he didn’t want to overstep any more boundaries than he already thought he had.
Earning a small protesting whine from him when your mouth let go of his, you surprised him by digging your own hands under your hoodie and grabbing his wrists, causing a shaky break to abandon his mouth when you placed his hands on your breasts, just like that, giving him the last little push he needed to do what he was dying to.
“You can touch me all you want” you managed to say a little out of breath, not having time to feel shy at your own words under his piercing stare before his mouth was once more smashing on yours.
Enjoying the spoken consent you had just given him, he wasted no time in cupping your breasts, smiling in between your kisses at the way they felt so perfect in his hands — imagining how much softer they would feel without the lacy fabric in the way.
Letting go of one of them, he placed his hand on your bare back to pull you closer against his chest, giving the one still in his hold a firm squeeze that had you moaning against his lips.
And right then, he felt something he had not quite felt before. It was the way he felt his blood boil and the way he wanted more. He wanted to hear more of that melodic sound. He wanted more of you.
Only, the next second, it was you the one making a raspy moan come out of his mouth, when you grinded against his lap, providing him the friction he didn’t know he needed so bad.
Removing one of his hands from underneath your hoodie, he cupped one of your cheeks to keep you steady as he sucked your bottom lip into his mouth, tongue tracing its outline so you would open up. Doing as he wanted, you felt his tongue pleasantly massage yours, deciding right then you also wanted to feel his bare skin against your fingertips, not letting any other second go by before your hands were already making their way inside his black sweatshirt, feeling goosebumps form on his skin as your faint touch inevitably tickled his abdomen.
Letting go of his mouth, you planted a kiss to his jaw before making your way down to his neck, getting a gasp out of his mouth when you started sucking at the sensitive skin.
With the intention of keeping you still on his lap as your hungry lips worked on his neck, he placed both of his hands on your hips — momentarily forgetting about his own strength and ending up pulling you down roughly enough for you to unintentionally rub once more against his already hardening member.
“Fuck” he rasped, feeling you smile agains his neck before you rolled your hips one more time just to get another moan out of him.
Not letting go of your hips, if anything grabbing them tighter, he turned both of you around so he could be in control now. With your head hitting the soft pillow, and still taken aback by his sudden actions, you allowed his needy lips to attack yours once more for a while before they peppered small kisses all their way down to your neck.
“Jeongguk” you moaned when he thrusted his hips against your center.
He smiled, loving the tone his name had just came out with from your pretty lips. Wanting more of it, he did it again, going back to your mouth right in time to muffle the moan that had just escaped your mouth, as you could not be anything other than grateful at the fact he had decided to wear a pair of dark joggers that particular day, allowing you to feel his stiff member with little to no restraints.
With one hand holding onto your hip and his other one making its way back inside your hoodie and up to your breasts, he cupped one of them — his thumb giving attention to your nipple by making circular motions over the thin fabric of your bra and having you bite your bottom lip to hold back a moan.
Losing yourself into his pleasant touch, you rested your hands over his back, wrapping your legs tight around his waist, pulling his hips once more into your center. A satisfied smile curved up your lips at the way he had to let go of your mouth and buried his face in the crook of your neck to muffle the quite loud moan that had just escaped his lips — thrusting into you one more time just as you rolled your hips up to meet him there.
Breathing heavily at the ongoing friction, you let your hands travel down to the waistband of his joggers so you could pull them down and feel him up.
And although for just a second, you felt his lips abandon the spot they had been teasing on your neck — an almost inaudible gasp escaping his mouth as his body tensed up.
That was all you needed to stop.
“What happened?” you worried.
“Nothing” he was quick to try and brush it off, going back to pepper wet kisses to your neck.
“No, Guk” you lightly pushed him off you, cupping his face in your hands so he had no choice but to look at you. “If you don’t want t—”
“I want to” he stated before you could even finish your sentence.
Fuck, he wanted to.
“Then?”
Jeongguk sighed in defeat, managing to break free from your hold and letting his forehead fall to your shoulder. “It’s embarrassing…”
Your eyebrows furrowed, not understanding where he was trying to go with this at all. “You can trust me”.
He took in a deep breath. He knew he could trust you. He knew you would never make fun of him for such a thing. However, to him, his lack of experience, especially since you did have some of it, could only be something he felt insecure about.
“Bun…” you tried to reassure him, wrapping your arms around him and planting kiss after kiss to the side of his head.
“I’ve never…” his voice came out muffled as he spoke against your shoulder, making it harder for you to hear.
“What?”
“I’ve never had...” he spoke louder this time. “You know…”
He found delusional how hard it was for him to admit it. He had never really minded, to be honest. Whenever his friends teased him because of it he would just brush it off. It wasn’t that he was not interested in having sex, he was a young man with many needs after all. And it wasn’t that he didn’t feel ready either —or well, that until that evening, because it was fair to say he was freaking out now that it was you the one he was about to be with—. It was just that no one had ever caught his attention the way you had. There was never someone he felt the need to have this kind of intimacy with, until you.
That’s why, unlike with his friends, he did mind when it came to you. It was hard for him to admit it to you because, although he knew you’d understand, you could always be disappointed at his lack of experience, and it was precisely not being good enough for you what worried him the most, what had made him hesitate before.
“You’ve never… had sex?” you softly finished for him.
He nodded shamefully, and for a good couple of seconds you couldn’t believe him. Yes, he had told you once he had never been on a date, but dates are different than sex. For starters, you didn’t need to really talk during sex, which was what you knew troubled him the most about dates and just meeting people in general. Besides, with a guy as handsome as Jeongguk, you had been positive he must’ve been with someone at least once.
However, opposite to the disappointed reaction he thought you would have, he found himself relaxing under your touch when you pressed a kiss to his head.
“Gotta say I can’t believe and am kinda disappointed that no one ever tried to jump your bones before” your bold words had him laughing in a second, pinching one of your sides to call you out on them. “Seriously, bun. I mean, look at you!”
“Shut up” he mumbled, feeling his cheeks burn in embarrassment.
You chuckled, gently shoving his face with your shoulder to let him know you wanted him to look at you, making him feel at ease just by seeing the smile on your lips once he did as told. “It’s okay”.
“It is?” his voice came out uncertain.
You nodded, cupping his face. “Of course it is. I’ll wait for as long as you want me to”.
“But I want to” he pointed out embarrassingly fast, earning a light laugh from you.
“Then I’ll just wait until the moment’s right and you feel like going through with it without hesitating” you kissed his pink lips briefly — as if on cue, your heads snapping to the next room after hearing Namjoon drop something and cursing at it. “And until we’re alone and won’t risk being heard by our roommates, maybe”.
Jeongguk laughed at your last addition, leaning in to peck your lips three times. “I like the sound of that” he smiled, only for it to be erased when his eyes instinctively went down to the problem he had just been left with inside his pants. “I should probably, um…”
Your eyes followed his as they glanced down to his still hardened length. You had been too caught up on kissing him before to pay attention to it. But now, watching the outline of his erection poking through his sweatpants, you found yourself wanting more of him all over again.
“I can help you with that if you want” you couldn’t stop the words from coming out of your mouth, having his attentive eyes lock with yours in a second. “We don’t need to have sex for that”.
Jeongguk licked his lips, deep in thought over something he already knew the answer to. “Don’t feel like you have to...”
“I want to” you stated.
Simple as that, he found himself nodding — your determined eyes being the last push he needed to let go of the shyness he had suddenly been filled with and just give in to what he wanted, to what he needed.
With a smile curving up your lips, you gently stole a kiss from his mouth, sweetly pecking it a couple of times before you finally sucked on his bottom lip — a muffled moan coming out of his mouth when you gave it a teasing bite right as your hand palmed him over his pants.
“You have to be quiet” you reminded him with a light laugh. And for a second there you were kinda glad it wasn’t you the one on the receiving side, for you weren’t sure you’d be able to keep it down either at all.
Not being able to say anything in reply, he just nodded — a pretty eager nod that seemed more like one to move on from the topic already than one of agreement. Nevertheless, you had no intentions of stopping, (un)luckily for him.
Pressing another kiss to his swollen lips, you fidgeted with the waistband of his joggers just like you had intended to before. This time, he didn’t tense up, and you took that as your green light before you dug your hand in them.
“M—Fuck” he mewled when you took a hold of his cock, burying his face in the crook of your neck as you guided it out of his clothes.
Letting go of it for a second, you helped him on his back so you could sit up into a more comfortable position before wrapping your hand around it again, and right then you could’ve sworn you would never get tired of the pretty sounds that escaped his lips every time you touched him.
Gently, as you were just then discovering what it was he enjoyed the most, you started giving him a few pumps, trying to find the right pace for him and his needs.
“Baby, fuck” he breathed out, leaning his head deeper againt the pillow as he looked for some kind of support.
And it was the way he faintly thrusted his hips up into your hand, what let you know he was craving more. Not having to think twice, you sped up the pace of the way your hand moved up and down his length, tightening your hold on it just a little bit more.
“Mm… Just like that,” he let you know softly, as if suddenly remembering about the whole being-quiet-thing. “Just like that”.
“Feels good?” you wondered, enjoying the view of his furrowed eyebrows and closed eyes as he gave in to your touch.
“So good” he agreed.
Licking your lips, you stared down at his hard cock in your hand, giving it one last pump before your thumb slowly spread his precum over its tip.
“You alright with just my hand?” you asked and he was nodding before you could finish the question, which made you wonder if he had even heard it at all or was immersed enough in his own pleasure to agree to anything. “Or would you enjoy my mouth being wrapped around you better?”
His eyes opened as soon as the word ‘mouth’ was on the table, studying your face for a couple of seconds to make sure you were not playing with him in his vulnerable state. At the sight of your lustful eyes on him, however, he knew you were indeed very serious. And he’d be damned if he ever turned down such an offer.
“I want your mouth” although determined, his voice came out shakily.
Nevertheless, you were willing to comply with his wishes.
Jeongguk was on the edge of losing it when he saw you smile and make your hair out of the way right before you leaned down, removing your thumb from the tip of his cock so you could replace it with your tongue instead — a hiss escaping his mouth when you licked the traces of the precum you had just spreaded over it.
Giving him two small pumps, you allowed yourself to take him in your mouth; far from being able to take his entire length, yet enough for his body to tremble out of utter pleasure.
“Y/N…” he whimpered, fingers entangling in your hair as he desperately tried to control the overwhelming pleasure your wet mouth and tight lips wrapped around his cock were giving him.
Not once had he ever felt this good before, both your hand and mouth taking him places his hand alone could’ve never taken him to. And he was afraid he would come in your mouth anytime by then.
Pulling it out of your mouth, you threw him a small glance before you carried on — your tongue tracing all the way from the base to the tip, hearing him moan when you took him in your mouth a second time.
“Fuck, baby, you—ah,” he moaned when you swirled your tongue over his tip. “You feel so good”.
Enjoying way too much being the reason behind how good he was feeling, you decided to do him a favour and push him closer to his release for once and for all.
Slightly tightening your hold on him, you started once again moving your hand up and down his length, switching between the ministrations both your hand and mouth were applying on it, and knowing you were driving him over the edge when his hold on your hair tightened and his body trembled ever so slightly.
“Y/N…” he panted. “F-Fuck, I’m—”
His words were cut off by the heavy breath he had to take when you gave him one last particular pump, trying his best to hold on. Noticing that, you gave one of his thighs a squeeze to let him know it was okay for him to let go. And he was so desperate to reach his high right then, that your small gesture alone was all he needed to do so.
Closing his eyes, he found himself having to cover his mouth with his arm not to be too loud when his orgasm hit, feeling his warm release spreading into your mouth. Moving his hand up to cover his eyes as he came down from his high, letting himself get lost in the aftershocks of it, he missed the way you tasted his release in your mouth.
Cleaning the small stains of it left on the tip of his member, you adjusted it back inside his pants and went to lie down next to him, smiling adoringly at the way his chest moved up and down as he tried to catch his breath and tenderly removing his arm from his face, having his eyes find yours in a second.
“Was that okay?” you asked, softly removing a few strands of hair that had gotten stuck to his slightly sweaty forehead.
Jeongguk smiled incredulously, gently running his fingers through your hair to try and fix the mess he had made on it. “You even have to ask?”
And somehow that was all you needed to hear for the heat to reach your face, suddenly feeling shy at what you had just done.
Catching up on that, he pulled you into his arms, pressing a couple of kisses to your cheek before moving them to your mouth, where they remained for a little longer.
“You’re amazing” he said truthfully — the way he had said it, letting you know he did not just mean it when it came to sucking him off.
You smiled wholeheartedly. “Yah, don’t” your eyes focused somewhere else, feeling your face burn.
Jeongguk smiled sweetly, managing to draw your attention back to him by ever so tenderly caressing your cheek. Fuck, he loved you. And right then, with your eyes looking at him in a way he thought they had never when you were just friends, although unspoken, delusional even, he really felt like maybe you felt the same, too.
Tilting your face up just enough, he connected his lips with yours for what felt like the hundredth time that evening. “I’ll be good to you, too”.
You chuckled, loving the idea of it and kissing him briefly to let him know you did. You knew he would.
“When we’re alone, though. I won’t have Joon hear from me what he probably just heard from you”.
Jeongguk laughed, deciding to say nothing and instead pull you tightly into his chest and rest his chin on your head. And although he knew he might never hear the end of it from his friends, for once, he did not care what the rest had to either think or say.
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softykooky · a year ago
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the habits of a broken heart.
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☾ genre : soulmates au, unrequited love, art student!JK, english student!Y/N, angst, fluff, subtle enemies to lovers
☾ pairing : jeon jungkook x reader
☾ summary : jungkook and you are soulmates. so says the matching crescent moons on both your wrists. however, things are never as easy as they seem, and you are quick to learn that falling in love with someone who does not believe in love is a one-way ticket to heartbreak. 
alternatively,
“You still are, you know. Worth it.” You release a shaky breath. “But I was stupid to think that I am too.”
☾ word count: 26.3k (my biggest one yet!)
☾ author’s note: this took forever oh my gosh! i really hope you like it! it’s my first time writing such a big single piece, and trying a different style. thank you so much for your support, always! please let me know what you think ♡
The first time he had his heart broken, Jeon Jungkook had been 13 years old. He was fresh out of middle school and so ready to face his freshman year with an impressionable mind and plenty of voice cracks to earn him months worth of teasing. You see, at the age of 13, Jungkook wasn’t something to swoon over. He had yet to grow into his ears and Dr. Park assured him that his braces would be off as soon as she could get them. He was a little lanky and a bit too reticent to be considered social. So when a girl in his grade comes up to him, nervous and stuttering, and asks him to go to the heavily romanticized homecoming dance, Jungkook has already come to the conclusion that she might be his soulmate, even if he was far too young to get his mark yet. 
Her name was Mina, and Jungkook is confronted with this memory every time he visits home and his mother makes the family flip through the photo albums dating back to his high school years. He grimaces every time he sees the picture of them together. Him in a pink button-up to match her offensively ugly ruffled taffeta dress. 
Mina broke up with him three months after that picture was taken, through one of her friends no less and in front of his entire gym class. Jungkook couldn’t remember how long he cried for while he felt the pain from his first heartbreak would never go away, regardless of how much time passes. He held onto his mother and sobbed out the agony and humiliation of Mina not wanting to be his girlfriend anymore, and how he had lost his soulmate before he even knew it was her. His mother assured him that without the mark, there was no way to be sure and that there was hope. But back then, all Jungkook could think of was ways to avoid Mina the next day, especially when they sat next to each other in 3rd period biology.  
At 13 years old, Jungkook thought he would never find love again. 
He is 18 when he stands alongside his parents in a pale examination room and awaits his destiny. He’s leaving for college the next day, yet the only thing that’s making him nervous is the mark that will inevitably appear on his wrist in the next few minutes. The same one he would find on his soulmate’s, and Jungkook wonders if there is the possibility of scaring everyone away when the first thing he’ll ask on a date is: can I please see your wrist? 
To say the least, Jungkook is petrified. Because that mark on his wrist is going to serve as a constant reminder of his missing piece, and Jungkook knows he’ll always feel lacking until he finds them. It’s a crescent moon. Small and black and nestled comfortably on his skin. He knows many times the marks don’t have any correlation with the couples, but Jungkook wonders if you are an astrologist. Or an astronaut. Or just had a weird affinity for the moon. He smiles when they congratulate him and can’t stop himself from thinking that he might be in love with you already. Wherever you are. When he leaves for university, he feels less lonely when there is a crescent moon to accompany him. 
Contrary to the beliefs of his 13-year old self, Jungkook does fall in love again. Hard. This time, it was a girl with brown hair and big eyes and a smile so pretty he could see it from across a crowded room. She was a grade below him; a frazzled college freshman with no clue to where her lecture hall was, and he: a sophomore who had a compulsion of changing his major every other month. When he met her, it had been chemical engineering and three weeks before that was film composition. Her name was Yoojung, 18 years old while he was 19.
 Her soulmate mark is a single star, and even though he knows she is not his soulmate, he can’t help but to think how perfectly their marks complement each other. How they would make a perfect night sky. 
They had met at a frat party, no less, and the combination of cheap booze and bad hiphop music had made her look so incredibly gorgeous under the dim lighting. They had their first kiss in a random person’s living room, highly intoxicated and much too irresponsible and Jungkook had barely even remembered it in the morning until she showed up at his doorstep and invited herself in. Yet it wasn’t too long before he made a perfect space for Yoojung in his life.
 Each day after his physics lecture, he’d go to her dorm and they’d chat over breakfast until she had economics at 10 o’ clock. After she was done, he’d insist that they go get a greasy hamburger at the joint his friends took him to when they got high and, she’d end up dragging them both to the health food restaurant that prided themselves on only using organic. Leave it to Jungkook to find himself a vegan girlfriend. 
Sometimes though, when he looks at Yoojung, his mind drifts to his actual soulmate and a little flower named guilt blooms in his chest. But he is so young and his other half could be anywhere in the world, so Jungkook thinks there is no harm in allowing himself to indulge in a little affection. These days, it wasn’t completely abnormal for soulmates to part ways, and when Yoojung is in his arms, Jungkook likes to think that his soulmate would understand. They would want him to be happy. In the middle of synchronizing their busy student schedules and sneaking in quick kisses through cramming for finals, he had found it unnervingly easy to fall in love with her. 
Deeply and blindly in love. 
Yoojung brought him home to her family on fall breaks and the occasional winter vacation and Jungkook had melded perfectly into their dynamic. The son I never had, her father would tell him over the dinner table while her mother constantly made sure his plate was piled high. Her little sister was visibly in love with him, and would ask Yoojung where he was every time she came home from university, yet avoiding him at all costs when he was there. 
Jungkook’s own family, however, was a different story. To put it delicately, they had liked it more when he came home by himself and left her at school. It had put a strain on their relationship sure, but at the end of the day, Jungkook loved her. A simple love. 
Every day he remembers that their marks do not match. But if this is love and he feels like he is on cloud 9 with every moment they are together, Jungkook begins to doubt if the universe’s will is truly divine and successful. Maybe Yoojung was his soulmate and it did not matter what was on their wrists. 
He loved her intensely, and she did him. She was the first thing on his mind when he woke up and manifested in his dreams when he slept at night. To Jungkook, Yoojung could do no wrong. Like some sort of divine being or angel that the heavens sent just for him, and he found himself thinking maybe he wouldn’t mind spending the rest of his life beside her. 
But he would come to learn that the higher the climb...the harder the fall. 
Jungkook and Yoojung were together for the better part of 4 years before she cheated on him with a guy that she’d supposedly met a couple weeks ago. When Jungkook screams at her asking why she had been disloyal, Yoojung shows him her wrist. Her single inked star. 
“I found my soulmate, Jungkook. And I love you so much, you know I do. I didn’t know how to tell you so I…”
The rest of her words fade into white noise and all Jungkook can do is look at her and commit every detail to memory as he feels her fade farther away. Her teary and remorseful brown eyes. Her plush lips. The fan of her eyelashes and the mole on the side of her temple. He’ll never get to see her like this again. 
“I was ready to be with you, soulmate or not. I know it’s not fair but I wanted the same from you”, he whispers, falling down on the couch and burying his face in his hands. 
“Soulmates be damned, the universe was wrong. I was so hideously in love with you. How could you not at least tell me when you met him?” Jungkook feels his heart collapsing in on itself with every word of resignation. Of burgeoning acceptance. Yoojung can only mirror his desolate expression and stares down at the star on her skin.
 Jungkook wishes it were a moon. 
“Just go, Yoojung.” 
It would have hurt less if it was only a one night stand with a stranger she did not know the name of. He was in love and spineless enough to move past a one night stand. However, Yoojung had found her soulmate and fallen in love with him. Jungkook had merely acted as a placeholder for the real deal to come along and sweep her off her feet. 
This time he doesn’t cry. Just stares out the window of his living room and wonders what it would be like to disappear altogether. When the door is slammed shut, and he is left to nurse his aching soul, Jungkook apologizes in advance to the person that shares the same mark on their wrist as him. He no longer believes that soulmates exist. 
When Jungkook looks back at his 13 year old self with the innocent construct of what heartbreak feels like, he wants to laugh and maybe slap that stupid boy upside the head. Yoojung had destroyed him. Destroyed the innocent and starry-eyed person that he’s tried so hard to preserve. Destroyed his vulnerability and bright outlook on life and in their place, cultivated walls of rock and steel meant to keep everyone out and him safely tucked inside. In her wake, Yoojung left behind a shell of a man who pushed his emotions so deep he became numb and forgot what it was like to feel. 
So Jungkook does what he always does to push away the hurt. He changes his major; to art history this time. He stacks up bracelets on his wrist to forget the mark of a moon. He scrapes up his rainy day money and treats himself to the most expensive pair of Saint Laurent boots he’s ever worn. He tests the limits of the human liver, and takes advantage of the biceps and jawline he’s acquired since high school to establish a reputation. 
To his friends, Jungkook remained raucous and always down to order infinite rounds of shots until he couldn’t see straight. To those that looked even closer, Jungkook was so completely shattered he didn’t even feel it anymore. 
The second time he had his heart broken, Jungkook was 23. He promised himself he wouldn’t let it happen again. 
“For the last time, Jimin, I’m not going to give you a blowjob so you can pay for my student loans.”
You don’t know how many times you’ve had this conversation with your roommate. Most of the time, it was convenient to have a roommate whose parents were loaded and sent him monthly installments that looked more like small loans than allowances. You knew he just wanted to help. Heck, he probably would be willing to pay them off for you without the promiscuous favor, but you had made it clear to Jimin that you wouldn’t be riding off of his charity. 
“Ugh, Y/N you’re really no fun”, he sighs, falling backwards onto your twin-sized bed and feigning devastation. You reward his melodrama with a giggle, ruffling your hands through his fried hair. Jimin had a knack for changing his hair color as quickly as his mood. 
You look at the bill that’s staring back at you from your computer screen, and it feels like it’s just reached out and punched you in the face. “Hey do you think it’s a common mistake for bank tellers to add a few too many zeroes?” 
“Y/N.” 
“Yeah, you’re right. I’m rationalizing as a self-defense mechanism.” Sometimes it was annoying that your roommate had a degree in psychology. Then again, Jimin was making more money than you and your degree in English. 
You sigh deeply and look up at the ceiling in attempts to quell your tears of frustration. And also because it is a plea to whoever is up there controlling your destiny: please I’m begging you. Melt my debt away. 
You and Jimin sit in comfortable silence and he plays with the hem of your worn comforter while you scroll through the emails you have been ignoring in your inbox. You want to smash your head in at all the deadlines. Times like these, there is one thing that brings you comfort and always has since you turned 18. 
The quaint little crescent moon that sits right atop your radius. 
You had a habit of pressing your thumb against it and feeling your pulse against the mark, stupidly wondering if your soulmate’s heartbeat has synched up with your own. If he was out there somewhere, touching his mark and wondering the same about you. He was taking his sweet time, that’s for sure. Jimin sees your nervous tic and sighs again.
“You’re so hopelessly romantic it makes me want to barf, Y/N.” You scowl at his words and chuck a pillow at his unsuspecting face. 
“I don’t understand you, Jimin. Your soulmate is out there and you’re not the slightest bit curious? You don’t want to do anything extra to find them?” Jimin looks at you with a knowing smile.
“That’s exactly it, though. I know they’re my soulmate and I’ll find them when the time is right. So why worry about it? It’s better not to force anything.” His statement is followed up with a grin and his fingers reach out to pinch your cheeks. This was the dynamic of your friendship. He is easy-going and flows like a careless river. You’ve read one too many books to not vie and daydream for the moment you lock eyes with your soulmate. 
Your mom always said that you’ll know just from a look. It’s like getting hit over the head with a ray of sun, she said. Like suddenly their eyes are the only eyes you ever want to look into again. Since then, you’ve dreamt for the day you find someone with that same moon on their wrist. For now though, you had more immediate concerns more along the lines of crippling debt. 
“What do I do, Jimin? Should I be a stripper?” He laughs and the thought makes you groan. You couldn’t even walk in heels, much less try to dance or look like you didn’t have two left feet. Stripper life just wasn’t for you. 
“Hm...I could call in a few favors for you at the office. Get you an internship or secretary position.” 
“Maybe. Too much nepotism. Your father owns the office you work at”, you remind him, and his eyebrows crease further in thought. God, maybe you do have to be a stripper.
“Wait!” Jimin yelps so suddenly you almost fling the computer off your lap. 
“I think I know someone. He’s been looking for a model for his art portfolio or something, and he said he’s willing to pay.” Jimin reaches for his phone and his thumbs type up a storm while you watch from the sideline. 
“I think he mentioned it’s about a month-long project. You’d just have to be on call whenever a stroke of genius arrives.” 
“That sounds great! I’m an amazing model!” you crow, to which Jimin giggles again.
“The several candids I have in my camera roll tell a different story, Y/N.” Naturally, he receives another pillow to the face. But you follow up with a cheery kiss to his cheek as you rejoice in the new opportunity for cash flow by a celebratory dance, which looks more like a wiggle when you remain seated on your bed. 
“Thank you, thank you, thank you!”, you chirped, “I owe you one.”
“Hey...I know how you can repay me.”
 When you look towards him, his eyebrows are raised inquisitively and there’s a devilish smirk on his lips.
Jimin gets a third pillow to his face that day. 
Jungkook’s favorite type of arguments to get into is whether Neo-classicism or post-impressionism had the most impact on European art and architecture. Call him a snob, but he loves to prattle on about Degas and Caillebotte until his opponent tires or concedes out of pure exhaustion. Jungkook regards it as a battle strategy: bore your enemy so that they stop fighting. 
He’s in the middle of a heated debate with his classmate from graduate school when he receives a phone call from Park Jimin. Now, Jungkook has no idea how or when Jimin became an installment in his life, or how he’s roped his way into his inner circle. He just remembers waking up one day with a killer hangover and finding that there was a pink-haired stranger lying on his floor. When he tried to shoo him out, the stranger shoved a wad of money in his shirt pocket, muttering “just five more minutes”, and Jungkook was in no position to deny easy cash. Jungkook now considers Jimin one of his close friends. 
“What’s up, Jiminie?” He laughs into the microphone. 
“I told you not to call me that, you brat. I’m older than you.” 
“I’m taller than you.”
“My dick is bigger.”
“I-okay fine you got me there.” He hears Jimin wheeze over the line as he tries to rein himself in to say what he needs to say. 
“In all seriousness, though. I have a proposition for you.” Jimin lilts in a mischievous tone, which makes Jungkook nervous enough to get up from the café table he had been sitting at with his friend and careen to a quieter corner. 
“Shoot.”
“Okay, so you know how you were telling me about your portfolio for the gallery. The one you have to submit by the end of the season? How you needed a model on call 24/7 in case inspiration struck?” 
Jungkook wants him to spit it out because he has been searching high mountains and low valleys for someone that would be willing to be his muse for a month or two. Constantly at his beck and call so he can finish this damn portfolio and get his name out there in the art world. Maybe start debating post-impressionism with the cream of the crop. 
“I think I’ve found someone to do that for you.” Jungkook exhales in relief at his words.
“She’s my roommate and she’s super low on cash and unemployed with a bachelor’s in English literature, so she’s got time to spare.” Perfect. That way, Jungkook can call her whenever he needs to.
“That’s amazing, Jiminie. Can she meet me at the art building tomorrow at noon? We can start right away.” Jungkook breathes through the phone, a small weight coming off his shoulders now that another thing had been accomplished. One less thing he had to worry about on the journey to his goal. Jimin confirms the plans and they exchange pleasantries before Jungkook hangs up as the man on the other line starts screaming about his burning lunch on the stove. 
Jungkook catches sight of the mark on his wrist when he looks down, and quickly rearranges his bracelets so that it is once again covered to his eyes. Out of sight and out of mind. 
The gallery portfolio had been a thorn in his side. It had been months in the making and if he allows himself to reminisce, Jungkook remembers the nights he and Yoojung stayed up until dawn and talked about his blossoming interest in art. How he wanted a space of his own to display his works. Back then, she listened to him with stars in her eyes and basked in the afterglow of post-coital cuddling, promising that she would help him achieve it. 
His heart sinks at the memory of the imprint of her tresses of hair spilling on his bedspread. He burned those sheets the second she left. 
Jungkook represses his intrusive thoughts about Yoojung and wills her to get out of his head. He forces it down until it feels like he’s just dumped ice water over his heart and vomited out any semblance of emotion. He makes his way back to the cafe table with a sly smile that hides the internal ache he’s promised himself to never let anyone suspect of. 
“So what were you saying about Renoir’s Moulin de la Galette?”
The art building is situated besides a library, with a bakery flanking its left. Two years spent at the university, and you’ve never once stepped foot there. Maybe it was the daunting abstract sculpture on the front lawn or the prejudices you held against annoying art snobs on their high horses, but you often found yourself subconsciously avoiding the space in intimidation. 
“Okay, Y/N, you’re going to do this so you can pay off your loans”, you whisper under your breath, words meant for your ears and no one else’s. “And if he asks you to pose nude, you run the opposite direction.” 
It was easy to get lost in the building. For art students that know how to draw, they really took advantage of abstractionism to make the most confusing map you had ever seen in your life. Luckily, with some direction from the vapid front desk secretary and some intuition, you were able to to find room 62B. You don’t think you’ll be able to forget the number 62B if you tried, Jimin had screamed it to you so many times as you left the apartment. 
The door soundlessly opens with a nudge of your hand and you stick your head inside.
“You know when Jimin told me he found me a model, he didn’t mention her lack of punctuality.” His voice is calm and subdued with no lingering annoyance, even if his words are uncourteous. You whip around to him and the first sight you see of Jeon Jungkook is merely a tuft of brown hair behind a vast canvas. And some expensive looking leather boots that anchor his feet to the ground. 
You clear your throat and approach with an outstretched hand and the shiniest smile you can muster. 
“I’m Y/N. Jimin’s roommate. It’s nice to meet you.”
“You can call me Jungkook.”
It is when he steps out from behind the canvas that you finally understand what your mother meant when she said meeting your soulmate feels like getting hit over the head with a ray of sunshine. You can’t describe it any other way, but that’s exactly what it feels like. Like the air becomes so sweet in your lungs it turns to viscous honey. Like suddenly the person standing in front of you is Valentine, encapsulated. 
You know he feels it too, yet you don’t know why he forces himself to remain blasé, and if you hadn’t seen his widened eyes and heard the gasp from his lips you would have never suspected anything at all. Stranger courtesy is abandoned and you forcefully grab his wrist, turning it over to find his mark while pulling up your sleeve to reveal your own. 
A little black crescent moon.
Right on the pulse point.
Just like your’s. 
When you finally muster up the nerve to look into his eyes again, you wonder if it is healthy for the human heart to beat so fast and so thunderously it feels ready to jump out of your chest. Jungkook, however, still wears that same expression on his face. Flat and cold, not even a glimmer in his eyes. He stares at you disinterested and wrenches his wrist from your grasp. 
“Wait, Jungkook...aren’t you….”, you sputter through a desperate smile, “aren’t you happy?” He stays silent and trains his attention on the canvas in front of him, but you can see the conflict that swirls in his iris. 
“I’ve been looking for you for so long! And I’ve finally found you. In the art building no less, just my luck that-”
“Y/N, I don’t know what you expect from me but I’m not looking for anything right now.” 
There were no objectively ugly words. But you think the ones that have just spewed from Jungkook’s lips come pretty close. They stoke a fire in your chest.
“What do you mean? We’re soulmates”, you faltered, sinking deeper into confusion as you stare at the unaffected man in front of you, whose only concern is the conglomerate of paint on his palette. 
Jungkook sighs monotonously. Almost as if he had better things to do than be here.
“It’s only a mark on your wrist. And we just happen to have the same one. Amazing that you still think somehow one single person was made entirely just for you.” His words are bored and he doesn’t even have the decency to look you in the eye when he speaks. You think you might want to punch him if you weren’t so speechless.
“Look”, he sighs as if you were inconveniencing him, “I’m not going to sugarcoat it and tell you that I’m the one you’ve been looking for this whole time. We have the same mark, but...I’m not the guy you want.”
“B-But...I’m your soulmate. We-we’re made for each other.”
Jungkook scoffs harshly, and you want to sink into the ground. “That’s just a silly myth.” 
“So you don’t...believe in soulmates?” The words felt wrong to say when all your life, finding your soulmate felt like the ribbon at the end of the finish line. But here he was now, and you felt so small under his gaze. Like you weren’t meant to be there and standing in the same room with him was a concoction for heartbreak.
“No.”
Jungkook’s syllable pangs in your ear, and you think it might be your least favorite sound. Then you leave. And if it was hard for you to meet your soulmate - the person who you’re destined to be with - who doesn’t believe in you, then walking away from him was a different cross to bear. 
You take the bus home and ignore the glare of strangers when you burst into tears at a red light, and cry the rest of the way back. Your mother hadn’t described this. She prosed on and on about the feeling one gets after finding a soulmate but never mentioned to you how it feels when you find out they want nothing to do with you. What do you do when you realize the person you’ve been chasing for forever has been trying to run away at the same time? 
Jimin holds you together that night on your bedroom floor, while you break apart and scratch at the moon on your wrist until your skin breaks. He listens to the words you sputter; as much as he can decipher when they are drowned out by the painful sound of your sobbing. Jungkook’s beliefs bleed into your consciousness. Perhaps he is right and perhaps there is no such thing as true soulmates, and the marks are obsolete. 
However, when you fall asleep in your friend’s arms from the physical fatigue of violent crying and the sheer mental exhaustion of meeting Jeon Jungkook, your mind comes to a more painful conclusion. 
A more truthful conclusion.
Your soulmate only needed to meet you to decide that he did not want you.
Jungkook doesn’t believe in soulmates. He thinks they’re a stupid coy to give people false hope. An illusion to feign happiness and to take Yoojung away from someone she genuinely loved. Though in the hours of the night, when he is by himself and the bed feels too big for one body, Jungkook wonders if there is truly a reason why someone has an identical moon on their wrist. But he is still so broken and unhealed from the wounds Yoojung left behind.
 So instead of soulmates, he thinks about what she must be doing. If she’s eating well. If she’s moved in with her own soulmate and if they’re happy together. Jungkook is an involuntary masochist and he pays for it with every pillowcase that becomes stained with his tears. 
He sighs out an expletive after downing a shot of whiskey, relishing in the familiar burn as it slides down his throat. Alcohol doesn’t seem to be working efficiently, though. He’s only barely tipsy after years in college building tolerance, and he can still see your face each time he blinks. Like you are imprinted on the back of his eyelids. Jungkook wonders why Jimin had cancelled on the group tonight. 
There is a little devil called remorse and it stands atop his shoulder, unseen by everyone but him, and Jungkook decides he will get rid of it by calling another round of shots. From his seat in the dirty booth, he can see Min Yoongi and his soulmate practically dry humping on the dance floor. If anyone asks him if he ever gets jealous seeing soulmates happy and in love, he’ll laugh in their face and tell them he pities people like that. People that are so blinded by the system. But loneliness is a stern mistress and it makes him think of you. How lovely the moon looks on your wrist. How your hand felt so warm when it caressed against his skin. 
He tips his head back again. Vodka this time.
“Dude, are you okay?” 
To his right comes Kim Taehyung, designated driver extraordinaire, and he looks at Jungkook with friendly concern laced with amusement. Jungkook nods contentedly. 
“Soulmates are so bullshit, Tae”, he snickers, fingers tracing the rim of the shot glass and smirk on his face to mask the bitterness of both the alcohol and his heart. Taehyung spares a knowing glance, resting a hand on his friend’s shoulder with the weight of knowledge of Jungkook’s past. 
The night is young and so is he. He drinks until he can no longer taste the liquor and forgets altogether about what had happened only a couple of hours before. Until the crescent mark on his skin just looks like a shapeless black blob, and it makes him smile. He thinks he likes it better that way. 
Taehyung drops him home and personally tucks him into bed while he is still in jeans and his shirt smells like the bar. His sleep is dreamless that night. When the morning comes and his friends tease him about how he begged Taehyung not to leave, Jungkook will laugh and blame the alcohol for his foggy memory. He won’t tell them that he does remember, and that he was only grasping at any warm body to soothe his aching loneliness.
Usually when he first opens his eyes in the morning, Jungkook is thinking about the next class he has to attend and if he is late (which is usually most of the time). This morning, albeit morbidly hungover, Jungkook thinks of the apple strudels they sell at the bakery next to the art building. Mrs. Kim always gets the pastry to filling ratio just right. But when he opens the door with a jubilant smile on his face and the scent of baked goods already in his nostrils, Jungkook has a feeling apple strudels will have to wait. 
There you are. In all your messy-haired glory, huffing like a caged bull in the doorway of his apartment, fiery gaze directed completely at him and all he can think to say is:
“How do you know where I live?” Jungkook schools his face expressionless in your presence. He hopes this will discourage you, but it only makes you angrier. 
“Park Jimin”, you snarl. 
Of fucking course, it’s always Park Jimin. Jimin who drunkenly sleeps in his bedroom and now Jimin who is leaking his address to any stranger.
“Um”, Jungkook stammers and takes a step back, “what are you doing here? Didn’t I get my point through yesterday?” He can see the statement catching you off guard, and the fury in your eyes dwindles to dejection. Only for a millisecond though, before you are aiming your wrath at him once again. 
You take a deep breath. “What is wrong with you?” 
Jungkook can think of a lot of answers to that query. He opts to interpret it as a rhetorical question and keep his mouth shut. 
“You just...found your soulmate! I’m your soulmate! And you don’t even want to get to know me? At all?”, you scream exasperatedly. Jungkook catches the gaze of a middle aged lady who is not-so-discreetly staring at the two of you, and pulls you inside his apartment by your arm. If you weren’t so frustrated, you would have been flustered at the physical contact. 
“Listen. Soulmates don’t end up together all the time. I’ve told you I’m not really interested in anything right now and it’s not a priority”, he takes a breath through his passionate monologue, “and I’m sorry that that’s not something you expected, but I….don’t want a soulmate.”
Maybe...he just doesn’t want you. 
When he says them out loud to a living breathing person, Jungkook realizes how cruel it sounds. He can see it in the way your eyes have become glossy under his living room lights and the way you shrink into yourself as self-defense against his blows. He rationalizes that he’d rather tell you the truth than lie to you now, only to hurt you later. Really, he’s doing you a kindness. Right?
You turn your back to him to gather your thoughts, and wipe the tears that you refuse to let him see. The salty drops sting the raw skin of your wrist after last night, and you are brutally reminded of the current reality. His brutal honesty makes you want to abandon all hope, but you were a woman with a plan. You came here for a reason, not to just lose your temper in your soulmate’s apartment and tell him what you really thought about him.
“I have a proposition for you”, you asserted calmly, staring Jungkook in the eye as he remains unbothered. 
“Now I reckon something’s happened to you to make you lose all your faith in soulmates, so I’m not forcing you to do anything you don’t want to do.” Your eyebrows furrow when you speak focusedly.
“We don’t have to be together. That’s your will. But…”, you hesitate, pushing past the uncertainty and fear of another rejection from Jungkook, “will you let me at least try? You don’t have to promise anything. Can we just start as friends?” 
Naturally, Jungkook wants to shoot down your offer, kick you out of his apartment, and pretend like he never met anyone by the name of Y/N. Call it divine intervention but when he looks at you, pleading for any semblance of connection, he feels a tug at his heart strings. So Jungkook makes another promise to himself. He would let you “try”, whatever that entails. But there was no virtual possibility of letting you any closer than necessary. 
You both stand in contemplative silence before he lets out a resigned sigh. “On one condition”, he responds slowly, but there is already a premature grin growing on your face and you don’t think you could stop it even if you tried.
“You still have to be my model for the art portfolio.”
You agree before he even gets to take another breath. 
“Deal.” 
When you finally make your way out of Jungkook’s apartment, parting ways with an awkward number exchange and a ‘see you later’, there is a simultaneous feeling of hope and desolation. The optimism for Jungkook combines with the insecurity that perhaps you, just as you are, is not nearly enough to make someone fall in love. Especially someone who disregards their soul connection to you. 
You walk back to your apartment with a heavy heart that warms with embers of determination. Jeon Jungkook was an enigma. A Bastille fortress of self-defense mechanisms and destructive tendencies, and you know that there is unresolved pain. Call it a soulmate instinct or something, but you see it in his eyes. You see it in the way his face begs to show emotion but his mind refuses to acknowledge. 
You know Jungkook is not obligated to accept you after the dust settles, much less fall in love with you. Under the peach blossoms of the campus sidewalk, you make a promise anyway.  To yourself and to your soulmate and the silly little mark on the inside of your wrist. Even if he does not love you, you vow to help Jungkook learn to love himself.
When you are harshly woken up at 5:30 in the morning, the last person you expected to be blowing up your phone was Jeon Jungkook. If it weren’t for the pure exhaustion seeping through your bones, you would have been excited about your soulmate calling you. Alas, slumber was your soulmate now. Jungkook would have to step down. 
On the other side of the paper thin wall, Jimin is frustratedly banging from his room, your ringtone reverberating throughout the entire apartment. You pick up his call without even opening your eyes.
“Hello?” 
“Y/N I need you to come to my apartment as soon as you can.” There is no sleepiness in his voice. Just clean and cold like it always is and he has hung up before you get the chance to scold him for waking you up at this unholy hour. You’re about to give him a piece of your mind but you remember he is paying you very handsomely for your efforts, and reluctantly drag yourself out of bed to call an uber. Thank god he doesn’t live too far away otherwise you’ll stick a foot through his canvas for the transportation bill. 
The front of Jungkook’s apartment door is strangely therapeutic, and you find yourself falling asleep standing up after you’ve rung the doorbell. Either time passes too slowly when you are sleep-drunk or Jungkook moves to get the door as quickly as your grandfather does. Whatever the case, you are about to pass out on his doorstep if he doesn’t come soon.
“Y/N, why are you just standing there? The door has been open.” 
“Jungkook. Why are you making me do this so early?”, you yawn, pushing inside the apartment. 
Jungkook takes in your discombobulated appearance, and almost wants to laugh. You were still in your pajamas, and the bun on your head now looked more like a heaping blob that drooped down your temple. It was obvious that you had just rolled out of bed and he almost feels bad for disturbing your sleep, but he does not decide when his strokes of inspiration spontaneously appear. 
The living room is bombarded with Jungkook’s art supplies and stray canvases, and you take note of the clay sculpting table that blends in as furniture next to his kitchen. You plop yourself down on the stool across from Jungkook’s easel, eyes still half closed and impossibly tired.
 In this moment, Jungkook wipes the fact that you are his soulmate from his mind. He needs to do the portfolio. That is all he’s keeping you around for, and the only reason he agreed to your plan was so that you would remain his art model. 
In the silence of his makeshift art studio, Jungkook paints whatever comes to his mind, referencing your figure on the stool for the curves he can never get right without a model and need for a human presence to translate onto his canvas. You become more lucid as time goes by and the sun starts to rise from outside his window, sitting up straighter and paying more attention to his concentrated face as Jungkook pours himself into his creation. 
Looking at him in this light, you realize that he is beautiful. And not just because he’s your soulmate. Jungkook’s hair is scruffy and stubbled, undereyes sporting impressive dark circles. But the way he caresses the paintbrush and the way his body moves to the beat of the painting is poetic. He glances at you sporadically, eyes darting to and fro to capture as much as he can before the creativity burns out. He is beautiful and it makes your heart ache to know that he does not want you. In spite of the bond the universe has created. 
You wonder if in his focused hazed, he notices the new glaze across your eyes and the silent sound of your soul calling out for his. You wipe away the first dripping tear as quickly as it came. You know Jungkook sees, but does not bat an eye and you can’t tell if you’d rather prefer him to acknowledge it. 
It’s 8:00am when he puts the paintbrush down, takes a step back, and surveys his work. His eyes trail over each organic line and areas where he decided to use burnishing instead of cross hatching. It’s far from perfect, but it’s enough. 
“Okay. You’re free to go”, he announces, plucking the painting off the easel and resting it against the wall, hidden from your eyes. 
“W-What? That’s it?”, you sigh disappointedly, “you’re not even going to let me see it?” Jungkook shrugs. His detachedness makes you want to rip your hair out and sob into your pillow at the same time. You don’t understand how a person could be so unfazed. 
“S’not ready for debut. Thanks for showing up, though.” He doesn’t spare you another glance. Just goes back to cleaning his brushes and dumping out the glasses of murky paint water. You ignore the twinge of hurt in your chest and slide off the stool. 
“Okay, fine. Now it’s my turn. Would you like to go have some breakfast?”, you smile expectantly to Jungkook, who stares at you with an indifferent gaze. His first instinct is to make up a half-assed excuse to get out of this, eager to detach himself from you as much as possible and avoid any more interaction. However, he was insanely hungry, and the glimmer in your eye just looks so hopeful even Jungkook couldn’t bear to shoot you down.
He sighs with resignation. A little breakfast couldn’t hurt, and he wasn’t going with you necessarily. You were just...going to the same cafe in the same direction as him and likely sitting at the same table. Yeah, that’s it. 
“Hurry up, I’m hungry.” 
“Wait...actually?”
You blinked in shock at his lack of resistance. 
“Yes. Now come on. I know a place with really great apple strudels.”
You weren’t aware that by ‘breakfast’, Jungkook actually meant sitting in complete silence and wolfing down food like your life depends on it. You want to be grossed out when he inhales 3 apple strudels in less than 10 minutes, crumbs flaking on his shirt without a care in the world. Yet you just feel endeared. The sight makes you smile. And maybe if Jungkook did not detest you, you would have leaned over and kissed the cinnamon sugar right off his lips. 
“So….”, you sip on a sweet coffee, “Jimin told me you’re going for a masters in art history?” 
Jungkook nods halfway through a bite of his pastry. “Yup.” 
“Is it something you’re really passionate about?” you inquire, desperately wanting the conversation to delve into something that wasn’t so surface level.
“Uh huh.”
“What are some other things you’re interested in besides art?”
“Totally.” 
Jungkook is completely clueless. He only spares glances to the windows and occasional looks to his oh so precious breakfast treats. You want to slap him and be angry, but you only sigh. It shouldn’t be so hard to talk to your soulmate, yet it felt like trying to pull teeth when he was so completely disinterested in you. You wonder if this is worth it.
You look up at him from your steaming cappuccino cup and use your wildcard. 
“In my opinion, Botticelli’s Birth of Venus did little for the Italian Renaissance movement.” 
Your statement almost has Jungkook falling backwards in his chair and choking on a piece of fruit filling, eyes growing as wide as saucers when he finally processes what you just said. A flaming insult to the entire art historian community. 
“What do you know about Botticelli?”, he sneers, and you internally celebrate for this is the most emotion Jungkook has shown since meeting you. 
“I know that his work supposedly epitomizes the spirit of the Renaissance”, you swirl the coffee in your cup nonchalantly, lips curving into a knowing smirk. “But if you ask me, Bellini’s San Giobbe Altarpiece did much more to encapsulate the values of 15th century Italy.” 
Jungkook’s speechless expression is one that you want to take a snapshot of and frame it to your wall. It is glorious, and arguably more artful to you than Botticelli himself. So what, you had conveniently forgot to mention to him about the class you took junior year of college, with a professor that made you engrave the fundamentals of Italian painting in your brain. It’s so much more gratifying to see him stunned silent. 
Across the table from you, Jungkook feels a warm smile itching to display itself. Before it can appear, he disguises it as a cold smirk. He feels something akin to a butterfly at the pit of his stomach, but blames it on indigestion and the inhuman pace at which he devoured his breakfast. Yeah that must be it. There was no way he was feeling butterflies. 
He cracks his knuckles, raises his cup to gulp down a lukewarm green tea, and rests his elbows on the table separating the both of you.
“I don’t suppose you could tell me your thoughts on the influences of neo-classicism in the 18th century?” 
“No, Y/N, turn to your left a little”, Jungkook frustratedly sighs behind the camera lens.
“Your left or my left?”
He pauses. “....left.” 
To any outside eye, you and Jungkook look like two buffoons trying to take pictures on what might possibly be the windiest day of the season, under the peach blossom trees. Jungkook had called you earlier that day and stressed about how he needed mixed media in his beloved portfolio, and photographs were the next topic of interest. Though you couldn’t understand why he couldn’t just set out a fruit bowl on his windowsill and call it still life photography.
Jungkook stares down at his camera, dissatisfaction clear on his face. You almost want to apologize for your abhorrent modeling skills but hey, he was the one that chose you. 
“Hmm...try staring at that boat in the distance”, he dictates, standing beside you and aiming the lens at your side profile. You do as he asks, but don’t hear the shutter of the camera. Jungkook sighs again and leans forward, so close you could feel his warm breath hitting your skin. You hope he doesn’t notice the beet blush on your cheeks.
Jungkook’s hands meet your chin when he uses it to slightly tilt your face downwards. He positions you in the way that he wants you to pose and you finally understand why photography is considered an art. Because it’s almost as if Jungkook is molding you like clay, to get the silhouette he wants to capture with his camera lens. The day is brisk, but his skin on your’s lights you on fire. 
“Okay, that’s…..that’s perfect”, Jungkook breathes, hurriedly picking up the camera that had been hanging onto his neck by the strap and angling it. At the moment his index finger presses down on the button, there is a gust of wind that surrounds the both of you.
The breeze loosens a strand of your hair and it falls into your eyes. You let your eyes drift close for a second, smiling into the cold air that tingles on your skin. Jungkook’s breath catches in his throat and he thanks the skies for the howling wind so you wouldn’t be able to hear his thumping heartbeat. But surely it’s only because it’s cold. And absolutely nothing else. Jungkook coughs inconspicuously to snap himself out of his trance, sighing in relief when he realizes your eyes are still closed and that you hadn’t noticed his internal struggle. 
He drags you to a bridge next and makes you lay on the cold wood to which you vehemently object before you remember that he’s paying you and that you want him to fall in love with you, not dislike you more than he already does. After the bridge, Jungkook makes you kneel beside the park pond and dip your hand in the icy water and you find yourself wanting to do the same thing to his precious camera. 
Before the two of you have realized, the sun sets into the horizon and tinges the sky in a combination of purples and pinks that Jungkook himself has a hard time replicating on canvas. He aims his lens at the clouds and takes a picture that he knows won’t make it into his gallery. He just felt the need to have something to remember this day by. For no reason in particular…
A buzzing coming from your coat pocket alerts you both of the time that has passed and how the sky has considerably darkened since you began the session. When you fish your phone out, Jimin’s contact photo is staring back at you while the marimba ringtone continues playing. You put the phone on speaker.
“Hey Jiminie”, you smile and Jungkook catches a glance of it. And the discomfort in his chest is definitely, 100%, not jealousy. Not at all.
“I told you not to call me that! What is with you younger people and your disrespect for the elderly?” The corner of Jungkook’s lips twitch into a subtle smile at the similarity of your’s and his conversations with Jimin. 
“Okay, okay, grandpa. What’s up?”
“Can you come home ASAP? I may or may not have broken the stove trying to make soup.” 
The redundancy of his confession makes you sigh, as Park Jimin desecrating your shared kitchen space was not a rare occurrence by any means. 
“I’ll be right there”, you chided through the line, “please do not cook anything else before I arrive.” 
“Thanks Y/N-ie, you’re the best!” Jimin’s voice is far too cheery and you make a mental note to nag him a little extra when you get home. The phone call is ended promptly and you turn around to Jungkook, eyes widening in surprise when he has already packed up all his photography gear. The sky had turned dark and the streetlights had been turned on to illuminate the park. If you had craned your neck upwards, you would have noticed the stars that awoke again to shine down upon the city. But you didn’t. You only saw the stars that were twinkling in Jungkook’s eyes. 
“Uh”, he stammers, “I’ll walk you home. It’s late.” 
“Oh! Uh...Thanks.” Though he was still cold and indifferent, your heart jumped in elation. Perhaps this could be considered baby steps. 
The trip home is quiet, only the sounds of your tandem footsteps on pavement and the rustle of a breeze through tree leaves fill the space of silence. But the quiet is not uncomfortable. Just a bit awkward as you two try to figure out how to be around one another. Jungkook’s hands are shoved in his pockets and your fingers itch to intertwine themselves around his own. To press your soulmate marks together and feel them calling out to each other. But you and Jungkook are anything but normal soulmates. For you are already head over heels in love with him and he is adamant on not sparing you a crumb of affection. 
To your disdain, the apartment was closer than you thought and the short walk with Jungkook ended before it really even began. You could practically hear Jimin’s impatience emanating from the third story of the building. 
“So I’ll see you later?”, you smile meekly. Jungkook readjusts the strap of his camera bag before nodding. He is walking away before you turn around to enter the apartment building and even though it was something small and mundane, you wished he would have waited to see you get in safely. You make your way inside, more downcast than you had been before.
You don’t see when Jungkook turns around. You don’t feel the reassurance that washes over him when the door shuts safely behind you. 
That night, Jungkook is reminded far too much of Yoojung. When he goes to make his usual chamomile, he finds her mug at the very back of the tea cabinet. She must have forgotten it when she packed up her stuff. When he spoons in the sugar, he remembers how Yoojung drinks her tea with honey instead. And when he feels himself start to fall apart, he remembers how Yoojung is not there to keep him together. 
Jungkook pushes away his pain, abandons the lukewarm mug of tea, and opts for an early bedtime to sleep away the ache. The camera sitting on his nightstand, though, beckons him to look over the photos you both had taken that afternoon. 
In the moment, he had been dissatisfied with the pictures, always thinking there must be a better angle or a better position you could shift into. However when he looks down at his camera now, in the quiet and solemnity of his bedroom, Jungkook can’t help but to think they are absolutely perfect. 
He doesn’t know whether to credit his own artistic skill or you; for breathing life into his photographs. It’s the lines of your hands, the slope of your nose, and the stray strands of your hair that makes his pictures more human. 
The ones he ends up picking though, are not perfectly  staged and not the ones where he made you change the position of your stance for 10 minutes. No, the best pictures were the ones he took without you noticing. When you had just been enjoying the cool breeze or admiring the beauty of peach blossom season. When you point out a cool looking bird and when you stared annoyedly past the cameras lens (at him no doubt). 
Yoojung is gone from his mind for just a tiny fleeting moment. For little reason at all, Jungkook finds himself smiling. And there is only the company of the moon to see it. 
 It is ten o’ clock in the morning and Jungkook comes to a realization that in the couple weeks since he has met you, he has sighed more times than he has in the past 23 years of life. Jungkook sighs when you text him first thing in the morning about the dream you had the night before and describe it in painfully vivid details. He leaves them unanswered. Sometimes he wished you would just email him the google document instead. He sighs when you fidget in your seat when he’s trying to paint and keep focus, but you are only interested in asking him the snacks he has in his fridge or when he’s going to finish. He sighs when you and Jimin collectively trash his art studio by spamming his $1,000 camera with ugly face pictures and sword fighting with his sable paint brushes. Jungkook often has a hard time believing that both of you are in graduate school. 
Today, he sighs when you bombard into room 62B of the art building; what is supposed to be Jungkook’s completely zen and peaceful creative space. You are tiptoeing around him as you always do, scared that you’ll do something to set him off and your soulmate will disown you for good. He glances at you once, eyes quickly darting back to the sculpture he is molding on the clay table and saying nothing. 
“There’s a new cafe that just opened right across from the apple strudel place”, you gulp tensely. “I was gonna go check out the competition.” Your words seem deaf to Jungkook’s ear and he only furrows his eyebrows, fingers fussing over the mass of clay. There was just something he couldn’t get right. He didn’t know what it was. 
Jungkook pushes away the sculpture frustratedly, wipes his hands on his apron, and finally looks at you. Maybe he did need a break and come back to it with fresh eyes. That’s all it was, though. A break. He wasn’t going because you asked him to. 
“They better have blonde roast otherwise you’ll be compensating me for my time.” Jungkook is as ruthless and blunt as ever and you decide to look past it as you always do. Him agreeing to go with you was a mini success. 
“Welcome in! You’ve stopped by at the perfect time. The strawberry scones have just been taken out of the oven!” The cafe employee is far too enthusiastic for receiving minimum wage and greeting grumpy people off the streets who just want to be caffeinated. His name tag reads Jung Hoseok. 
“Oh, strawberry is my favorite”, you whisper, the statement only meant for your ears but Jungkook picks up on it anyway. He declines to tell you that strawberry is his favorite as well. Hoseok’s eyes light up when you and Jungkook approach the entrance, like he finally succeeded at luring a customer. 
The cafe isn’t anything special. A bit more modern compared to the one across the street and you think you prefer the latter because this new one doesn’t have the owner’s handsome son standing at the cash register. He may not be your soulmate, but even you had to admit Kim Seokjin was a beautiful man if there ever was one. However, this cafe is warm and has ceiling length windows that let in an obscene amount of sunlight. Jungkook makes a mental note to try some pictures here in the future. 
Jungkook’s phone buzzes in his pocket and you are already leaving him behind in the dust, walking straight to the counter and peering up at the menu deep in thought. You turn around to see that he is immersed in mysterious conversation, and take it upon yourself to order him a drink. 
“I’ll have a matcha latte. And uh…”, you decide, trailing off as you wonder what kind of drink Jungkook would enjoy. “And an iced vanilla mocha latte, extra whipped cream, extra chocolate syrup. Do you guys have rainbow sprinkles?” 
A little sugar never hurt anyone. Especially someone so often bitter like your one and only soulmate. 
When Jungkook hangs up and makes his way to the corner table where you are situated, the sight of the concoction on the table is enough to give him an instant cavity. You hide your smile behind the mug of matcha. He grumbles and sits down swiftly, sticking the straw past his lips in defiance and you can only watch expectantly. 
“Well…do you like it?” 
This is when Jungkook realizes you didn’t order this to spite him. You just had completely zero idea what he liked and disliked and chose the first thing you thought was best. As cold as he is, he doesn’t have the heart to tell you that when he drinks coffee, he likes it black. No cream, no sugar, and the darkest roast with the most caffeine to push him through those nights spent in front of a canvas or over a clay table. 
Jungkook fights to keep steady from the ambush of sugar and wills himself to swallow it down. There is sticky chocolate syrup on his hands and it feels cosmically more uncomfortable than paint. But Jungkook manages to look up at you and nod, to which you reward with a smile. 
“I knew you would like it”, you say smugly, giving yourself a mental pat on the back. “You look like you have a giant sweet tooth.” There is a mellow giggle that follows your statement. Jungkook feels a flutter at the bottom of his stomach, and convinces himself it’s only because it sounds so much like Yoojung. He catches sight of the moon on your wrist, and pushes the feeling away even farther. 
The two of you spend the rest of the midday there, tucked away in a corner of a cafe and losing track of time as you always do. Jungkook finds himself forgetting about the mountains of work he has to do to finish his art gallery portfolio, and the unfinished sculpture back at the studio that’s just not right. 
Today, he allows himself to enjoy your presence and get to know you more. Your favorite color is yellow. You had a dog named Benny when you were a child. You detest beer with a passion, but enjoy a nightly glass of pinot grigio. Jungkook barely notices when the entire cup of coffee has disappeared. Every last rainbow sprinkle.
On second thought, he feels that maybe there was something sweeter than his unexpectedly delicious iced vanilla mocha latte with extra whipped cream. Maybe that something was sitting right across from him, rambling about the fundamentals of English literature with unexplained vigor. 
Jungkook’s soul feels lighter when he goes to bed that night. And when he finally succumbs to Morpheus, his last lucid thought is of you; sun beams coming from the large cafe windows that comb through your hair. He looks at you through his mind’s eye and all he can see is the potential heartbreak you have the power to put him through. The fan of your eyelashes. The curve of your smile. The plush of your lips. All he can see is Yoojung as she crushes his soul in her bare hands. 
Yet in the midst of his internal conflict, Jungkook’s subconscious allows him to fall in love with you a little bit. Perhaps not love just yet, but affection. Like a toe dip in uncharted waters or sticking his finger in a bowl of creamy cake batter just for a taste. The walls he has built are still there, strong as ever, but perhaps a couple bricks look a bit askew. He doesn’t know, but his soul calls out to your’s through the fortress.
“Y/N I don’t know why you thought this was a good idea.”
“Oh hush, just close your eyes and point where your heart tells you to.”
In the lobby of a train station, facing a map and an ETA board is where you and Jungkook will be embarking on your next “date but not really because you don’t believe in soulmates so let’s just hang out”. It had taken a good two hours of nagging and whining on your part to convince him to abandon his portfolio for just a little bit to go an outing. Now standing here, with you excitedly bouncing next to him and a mystery destination, Jungkook feels something akin to utter regret. 
“What if I choose somewhere that’s a thousand miles away? Or just in the middle of nowhere?”, Jungkook groans, still putting up an unbothered and cold front. 
“Well then we will go somewhere that’s a thousand miles away or in the middle of nowhere”, you quipped back at him. Jungkook had a feeling he wouldn’t be able to get out of this one. 
He reluctantly places a hand over his eyes, sighing with resignation before pointing to a random spot on the map. There is a giggle that sounds to his left and Jungkook finds himself wanting to hear more. 
“Wonderful choice”, you smiled, “couldn’t have picked it better myself.” 
Jungkook peeked his eyes open one at a time, scared of seeing what his intuition has chosen for your guys’ spontaneous destination. He breathes out a sigh of relief when he sees that his fingers landed on a town on the outskirts of the city, 20 minutes away from the university. He silently thanks the universe for not sabotaging his wallet and time. 
“We’re never doing this again, Y/N”, Jungkook speaks as you are in front of him, skipping happily to the front desk to buy two train tickets. 
“Wasn’t it fun, though? The thrill?”, you chuckle at his demeanor, to which he only shakes his head vehemently. You note the newest thing you’ve just learned about Jungkook: he has an aversion to uncertainty and spontaneity. 
The train ride was as brief as it was uneventful. You spent the time rambling to Jungkook about all the quips and quirks about yourself and he only listened. Though he kept quiet, his face was free of any annoyance or indication that you were speaking too much. Jungkook only stared at you and unknowing to you, he soaked in every bit of information like a sponge. If anyone asked, he could tell them what foods you were allergic to, what colors wash you out, and what vegetables you hated the most. 
“Wow you didn’t have to pick somewhere so far away, Jungkook.” You muse as the two of you step out of the train car. So far away in fact, that if you were to crane your head up enough, you would be able to see the university from a distance. 
“Hey, you were the one who made me choose”, Jungkook spares a rare smile, “Would you rather we have shelled out our wallets to go on an 18-hour train ride?”
“Okay, fair point.”
The city was as abundant as it was big, and the both of you walked aimlessly from avenue to avenue, stopping occasionally whenever you see a dog you just can’t help but to pet or whenever Jungkook complained about his sore feet. As cold and indifferent as Jungkook made himself out to be, you’ve quickly come to realize that he’s actually a big baby. He still hasn’t let you in or even lowered his walls by a tiny centimeter, but you like to think that even agreeing to go anywhere with you could be considered significant progress.
Jungkook doesn’t notice the pounding of his heart whenever his hands graze against your’s, walking side by side so close he can feel the heat emanating through your coat. He doesn’t notice the peace he feels, just the synchronicity of his feet as he places them on the pavement. 
The fraught wind that blows straight at Jungkook’s face prompts him to look up from where his eyes were cast on the ground. He almost staggers at how strong it is, but finds himself weak in the knees for a completely different reason.
Of course.
Of all the days, of all the times, of all the people in this entire city.
Of course she had to be the one that was currently staring at him from across the intersection. 
The red light seems to go on forever. Either that or time has just spontaneously frozen, Jungkook can’t tell. But his eyes are fixed on hers and his feet bolster him to the concrete when all he wants to do is sprint the other way and forget he ever saw this ghost from the past. 
Yoojung looks as beautiful as the day she left him. 
She’s gained some weight and her cheeks have filled out, but it looks healthy on her now (Jungkook always chided her for forgetting to eat). She stares at him with a combination of shock and guilt and something he wants to overthink into affection but he won’t give himself that satisfaction anymore. She dyed her hair. Light brown looks good on her. 
She looks...happy. As happy as anyone can look when they’re rushing through thick crowds of a city, traffic horns blaring like a dilapidated symphony. 
In the heat of it all, it’s impossible for you not to notice Jungkook’s sudden change in demeanor or the way he has suddenly stopped breathing. When you follow his gaze, there is a girl on the other side of the street that shares the same starstruck expression and even from the outside looking in, you can feel the weight of something painful in his eyes. In her stature. 
When the lights turn green, the throngs of city dwellers migrate across and you stay beside Jungkook when he doesn’t move a muscle. Not even a finger twitch. But she does. And he can only fight to keep the ache away when Yoojung gets closer with every millisecond. Until she is standing right in front of him and he can smell her familiar vanilla perfume. 
“Jungkook”, she speaks, apprehension in her voice. “It’s been a while...how are you?” 
Yoojung only spares you a side glance while keeping attention on Jungkook and you only grow more curious as to who this strange woman is. 
He wants to speak so badly but his tongue remains frozen. He turns to you with flabbergast in his eyes and shakes his head to snap out of the daze of confusion. Of seeing the love of his life again. Or who he thought was the love of his life. 
“Could you give us a minute, Y/N?” 
You didn’t know why but the words that came from his lips made you feel disappointed. Perhaps you were just stupid for thinking he would introduce you. Tell her that you’re his soulmate and scream it at the top of his lungs with sheer pride. But your imagination has hurt you countless times and you had a feeling this one wouldn’t be the last. You manage a curt nod and push away the twinge in your heart. There was a boundary between you and Jungkook and today was not the day to cross it and introduce yourself as his soulmate to any random stranger. 
Once you are out of vicinity and have found solace in a bookstore 10 feet away, Jungkook allows himself to breathe in Yoojung’s presence. 
“I didn’t know if you were still in the city”, he falters, voice coming out quieter than he would have liked it to. But what was he supposed to sound like confronting the supposed love of his life. 
“I never left, Jungkook...my entire life is here.” She sighs, smiling lightly with eyes seeping with guilt. 
He scoffs. “I don’t know Yoojung, you seem to leave behind important things pretty easily.” Jungkook feels himself getting angrier and resentful by the second, and though he knows it is unfair of him, Yoojung’s mere presence brings back all the wounds he never truly healed from. 
Granted, on a concrete sidewalk next to a traffic light pole was not the best place to have a heart to heart about failed relationships. But when has the universe ever given Jungkook the best things in life. He is devastatingly cynical for someone who dedicates his career to art. 
Yoojung wears a frown on her face, but there is no vindictiveness there. Just an overwhelming sense of remorse that Jungkook communicates as pity. 
“I don’t know how else to say that I’m sorry”, she sighs, eyes falling to the ground. Jungkook wishes it would just open up and swallow him whole. 
“Then don’t say anything.” He turns to walk away.
“Wait! Jungkook can we...can’t we catch up or something? For a couple minutes?” Yoojung is visibly desperate, and her hands are outstretched as if wanting to touch him but keeping herself from overstepping the line. 
Jungkook glances through the window of the bookstore, and you are situated on a chair, already nose deep in a hefty book. He wants to smile and tease you for being such a nerd, but the weight of Yoojung’s presence makes him reinforce those walls of indifference tenfold. 
He exhales frustration and inhales temptation, looking back into Yoojung’s familiar eyes and nodding. Jungkook walks to a nearby bench and sits down with no words exchanged, looking forward coldly even when he feels her warmth next to him. A couple months ago, Jungkook would have set all his canvases on fire to feel her beside him again. Now, he’s not so sure.
“So…”, she starts, “who’s that cute girl you were with?” 
“No one.” He shoots out a little too soon with no hesitation. Yoojung gulps.
“You know Jungkook, it’s okay to find someone. I-I know I hurt you, but I’m glad if you’ve found someone who doesn’t.” Jungkook doesn’t say anything so she continues.
“I’m really happy for-”
“I never really forgave you Yoojung.” He stares blankly at the passersby and tries to ignore the ache in his bones. The one that’s been there the day she left and took a piece of his heart with her. 
“And I don’t want to blame you for my decisions but I want you to know that I push away a lot of people because of you. People that don’t deserve it.” From the corner of his eye, he can see her nod solemnly to his words and fidget with her hands in her lap. Part of him feels guilty for unloading on Yoojung. Part of him feels like maybe he deserves to. 
“What you did was really shitty. Astronomically fucking shitty. And I’ve spent the past eternity hating you and maybe I still do, but…”, Jungkook takes a deep breath, “I want to forgive you now. If not fully, then partially. I hope you can understand that.” He finally tilts his head to look at her and though the smile on her face is as beautiful as he remembers it to be, Jungkook no longer feels the longing. No longer feels the sting that he usually does when his thoughts take him back to the years they spent together. 
Jungkook doesn’t want to call it closure, not yet anyway. Sitting here on the bench, he still wants to scream and yell and tell Yoojung of all the nights he’s spent alone since she left. He still wants to drag her back and wonder if she could love him again like she used to. 
But he doesn’t. He listens when she tells him about her new job and her new apartment right by the lakeside. They share snippets of their separate lives. Just deep enough to rekindle something warm but shallow enough to not invite anything else in. 
When he walks away from the bench and into the bookstore, Jungkook stills feels the walls that he has built around himself. He is still scared of opening up and being vulnerable but the anger held for Yoojung for so long is no longer a raging fire. More so a wickering flame. 
When he spots you, though, he remembers why he built those walls in the first place. He remembers how easy it used to be for him to climb a high peak and fall to his demise. Your eyes widen when you catch sight of him, lips curling into a wide smile and clear excitement in your expression. The book in your hands is tossed aside and tunnel vision reserved for him and him only. Something blooms in his chest and he can’t remember the last time someone’s been so elated to just simply see him...aside from his dog. Jungkook reminds himself to act uncaring. If he pretends long enough, he’ll start to believe it himself. 
The train ride home feels longer than the one there. The minutes drag by and perhaps it is because of your drooping eyes or the way Jungkook is looking at you with a different tenderness than he has been before. His stare is not harsh. It’s soft and sweet, but subtle enough for you to wonder if you are just imagining it. The night has always been unforgiving and cold even in the spring, but perhaps all that’s needed to breathe some warmth, is a 15 minute train ride and a wrist with a crescent moon.
Yet every time you become more smitten with Jungkook, there is a harsh reminder that follows you everywhere like a designated storm cloud. 
Jungkook does not love you. And you are trying and you will continue to try but his eyes tell you something he is too courteous to say. You see it now as he sits across from you and admires the skyline from the window. It makes you wonder if it is soulmates he doesn’t believe in, or if it is just you that he can’t bring himself to accept. With every cold glance and wall that he puts up, you start to convince yourself that it is the latter.
“We’re here, Y/N”, Jungkook speaks quietly, interrupting your drifting thoughts. He turns around and leaves the train car with hands tucked in his coat pocket. Did you expect him to escort you out and hold your hand? Of course not. But you were tired of Jungkook being so indifferent to your existence. 
You follow him glumly out the doors that slide close after you step through. Then it zips off again and you wonder where it would have taken you if you just stayed in your seat. If Jungkook would have even noticed that you hadn’t followed him when he left. 
You sigh into the night air and wish it was winter so that your breath could be visible as a white cloud. Maybe then Jungkook would notice that you were a living being beside him. 
“Who was that girl that we met back there?”, you murmur hesitantly. Jungkook nearly chokes on air. 
“No one”, he responds curtly, effectively cutting off the conversation then and there. It makes your heart sink. She must be important and all you want to do is know every single detail about their relationship, but the look in his eyes warn you to not pry. 
You don’t think you can forget the way Jungkook looked at her from across the street. Like he had been lost this whole time and she was the North star. You saw the way his eyes twinkled in the midday sun and sparkled even more when she came closer. You wonder if you’ll ever be able to have that effect on him. 
“Hey, next time you should pick a place you and I both do not live in”, you giggle, nudging his shoulder with your own. It makes him smile and even though your heart feels heavy in your chest, Jungkook looks so beautiful when he smiles. 
The two pair of feet subconsciously carry you both to the front door of your apartment building and the scene is too familiar from the last time. You expect him to turn around and whisper a hushed goodnight under his breath, and you’ll have to watch the back of his head disappear down the street. But he doesn’t. Just stands across from you quietly and waits for you to say something. So you do. 
“Jungkook, I’m sorry if I brought up something you didn’t want to remember. I don’t really know your story but it seems you two have a lot of history.” You want to tell him how hard it is for you to be his soulmate when he is so clearly vying for the warmth of someone else. Someone who didn’t have a crescent moon on her wrist. 
“I know you’ll tell me whenever you’re ready, and if that’s never then I’ll keep waiting until forever. But I’m here if you want to talk or unload and I already know I can help because…” you fidget with your hands and look around nervously. 
“Well, because I’m your soulmate.” 
When you say it loud and explicitly, Jungkook thought the statement would have made him recoil. But it doesn’t. It just seeps through his consciousness and feels warm when he thinks about the weight of those words. You are his soulmate, regardless of if he believes in such a thing or not. You carry the same mark as he does on your wrist and somehow, by some intangible factor, the universe had decided that you were created for him and he for you. 
And when he looks at you. Really looks at you. When Jungkook processes your sincere words and how you manage to deal with his insurmountable boundaries even when you barely know him…
Jungkook has never wanted to kiss you more. 
So he does. 
Your lips taste like mint chewing gum and the ghost of words you wish to tell him but can’t. He feels you stiffen until you completely melt in his hold, and Jungkook cradles your face with both his hands, pulling you closer to him until there is no barrier between you but the clothes on your back and the emotional distance. You feel so far away even when you’re this near. Was it a trick of your imagination when you felt the moon on your wrist tingling? 
It doesn’t last as long as you would’ve liked it to. Jungkook yanks his hands from you like your skin scalded him and takes several steps back. His chest rises up and down violently when his breath comes out ragged, posture stiffening as the gravity of what just happened finally absorbs. You’re there, he knows you’re there and standing in front of him. So why is it he can only see Yoojung. Yoojung and the star on her wrist and apologies on her lips. Yoojung and the tears in her eyes when she walks away. 
You can only stare confusedly when his body goes rigid, and a sudden coldness envelops you both. 
And in the haze of post-embrace, like any two normal lovers, you catch something in his eyes that sets a heavy feeling in your stomach. Before you can confirm if it’s just a trick of the light, Jungkook is already running in the opposite direction and you can only see a shadow of sullen love that follows him. He is gone and you are standing alone, wondering how moonlight could feel so cold even on a spring night. 
You don’t get any sleep that night. Every time you close your eyes, there is only the sight of Jungkook’s disgust and regret to lull you to dreams. 
20 minutes away from your apartment, there is a boy who doesn’t sleep either. He won’t text or call to tell you that he can’t shake off the feeling of your skin on his and your breath fanning his cheek. He won’t admit to himself that tonight, when he looked at you, he felt the possibility of falling in love. He won’t tell you that the moon on his skin longs to be traced by your hands. No, he just shares those secrets with his pillow as its linen soaks up his tears. 
In the midst of it all, there is one verdict that becomes clear to him.
Jungkook wishes he had never told Jimin he needed a muse.
The next three weeks is dedicated to trying to get in touch with your soulmate. Through the whirlwinds of utter confusion and desperation, you try texting, calling, emailing, even showing up at his art studio and apartment to no avail. It seemed he had a talent for avoiding soulmates. 
It hurt, to say the least. That he left you high and dry after giving you the most intense
kiss of your life and doesn’t even have the decency to let you know he’s alive. The feeling of his lips still burns on your skin and you wonder if you are a complete fool for being so smitten with a person who, quite possibly, hasn’t spared you a single thought after that night. You just want - no you just need some clarity. 
Jungkook makes you wait another week before replying. 
It is an impossibly sunny day when you wake up. Your neck is stiff from sleeping like a contortionist and your heart aches even more than your muscles with every passing morning with radio silence from your soulmate. You want to call him and tell him you’re sorry. That you’ll forget anything ever happened. It hurts to even think about it, but for Jungkook, you would go through a little more pain so he would let you into his life. 
Outside the hall, Jimin is singing along to a familiar melody of a song you don’t know the name of and judging by the aroma that wafts through the cracks of your door, he has successfully made a pot of coffee. He has been an anchor throughout this whole thing, and sometimes you make a secret wish to the stars that Jimin had been the one with a crescent moon on his wrist instead. Perhaps that way, you wouldn’t have to go through the agony of chasing love that is constantly sprinting away from you. 
Your phone lays on the bedside table and buzzes innocently to start the morning. When you reach over and scroll through notifications routinely, there is a name there that makes your heart pang. Makes you want to throw up and celebrate at the same time. A text from Jungkook. Your fingers shake as you open it. 
I no longer need a model for the portfolio. Thank you for your involvement. Compensation will be provided promptly. 
The day you met him, you already knew that Jungkook was cold. He never dawdled around a painful truth or toed the line between bluntness and sparing feelings. Jungkook spoke his mind, collateral damage be damned. But this is a different type of cold. This one feels more like dry ice on warm skin. Like the numbing chill of a fading hope. Like winter’s first snowfall when autumn had promised you it would forever stay. 
Phone in your hand and tears threatening to drip down your cheeks, you wish you would have waited a bit more before opening his text. Perhaps that way you could have spent the rest of your morning basking in the spring sun, drinking Jimin’s inevitably bad coffee, having hope that Jeon Jungkook would grow to care for you. Perhaps if you hadn’t opened it so soon, your soulmate would still seem in reach. 
Jimin’s mug nearly drops out of his hand when the door of your bedroom is slammed open. He flings it to the side when he notices your red-rimmed eyes and the shaking hands that clutch onto a cellphone. You scream and sob at the universe, at anyone, asking why it was you that had to experience the chaos of longing. Jimin was there to hold you, as he always is, and helplessly listen to the sound of your heart breaking once again by the hands of Jungkook.
Room 62B of the art building is a place you hope to never have to visit again. Though it’s walls contain memories of you and Jungkook, and the evenings navigating his gallery portfolio along with your convoluted relationship, the wallpaper bleeds with a longing ache. A yearning pain. And if those walls could talk, you don’t think you would want them to say anything at all. They would only murmur what you are slowly accepting to be true.
Jungkook, your soulmate, wants nothing to do with you. 
When you hesitantly rap on the door with a fisted hand, the sound of him rustling from inside makes you want to run the opposite direction. It opens before you get the chance to change your mind and the sight of him nearly takes your breath away. He is beautiful as he always is, hair ruffled and mussed from undoubtedly running his hands through it compulsively. His lips are pink from biting on them and the dark circles under his eyes tells you of the dreams he has deprived himself of. 
Jungkook is painfully gorgeous and painfully not yours. 
“Y/N...I sent you a text earlier.” His voice is saccharine but the words taste so bitter. 
“I know. I read it”, you murmur, shrinking in on yourself. 
“I....Can we talk, Jungkook?” 
His eyes dart around nervously at your question, chewing on his bottom lip and tapping the toe of his shoe as if he was impatient and you were bothering him. And you have known that simply being around Jungkook hurts but the light at the end of the tunnel only continues dwindling. 
You understand why he is acting so restless when your gaze drifts past him and into the room. There is a girl perched on a stool, across from a canvas and easel that you know awfully well. You don’t recognize her but it’s only in your nature to begin comparing every aspect of yourself to this stranger. She sits on her hands and swings her legs back and forth, head in the clouds and eyes trailing the ceiling. She isn’t aware of the weight of her presence in the studio, nor the turmoil she has brought to you, who is standing just outside the door. 
The oxygen in the hallway thins and the breath you’ve been waiting to release since knocking catches in your throat. Coming here, you prepared yourself for a long and inevitably heart-wrenching talk with your soulmate. But you hadn’t prepared for the possibility that he had replaced you overnight. 
The only thought that blares through your mind is that this is your fault. For letting yourself think you were worth more to Jeon Jungkook than any other stranger. You can no longer find it in yourself to be angry at him. Just yourself. 
“You…”, you gulp down a whimper, “you replaced me.” 
Jungkook follows your vacant stare past him and sighs, realizing you had most likely deducted what this scene looked like. You would be right. Between the weeks of trying to understand what you were to him and the impending due date of the portfolio, Jungkook was sure the best way to move past this confusion was to just speed full steam ahead. That meant finding another muse. You were no longer an option.
You only stare down at the floor, but Jungkook begins speaking anyway. 
“Y/N, I…I’m sorry.” You scoff at his words, feigning anger when inside, you truly didn’t know if you could piece yourself back together this time. 
“Look, Y/N. It’s not you. It’s just that…”, he breathes deep, not knowing why it was so hard to say. “I’ve stopped believing soulmates were truly a thing a long time ago. I’m sorry.” 
It’s not the first time you’ve heard these words but it doesn’t mean they hurt any less.
“I didn’t want to initiate anything, Y/N, but you did and I let you and that was my fault to let anything start. I shouldn’t have when I knew nothing would come of it.”
It was a fault to him. It never should have happened. 
“So you just thought you would kiss me and decide that I meant nothing to you afterwards?”
“It was a mistake.” It was painful to think it but when you hear Jungkook say it, you experience a new kind of ache. A humorless chuckle bubbles past your throat.
 “I really thought you would grow to love me. Now I know it’s not your fault that I’m a complete fool. To fall head over heels for my soulmate who wishes he had never even met me. Much less share a mark.” 
You can see Jungkook’s eyes widen at your confession, but you can’t find it in yourself to care. It was the truth. He deserved to hear it. 
“You shouldn’t. You can’t.” He reaches up to pull at his hair frustratedly.
“Can’t what, Jungkook? Love you? You think I want to be in love with someone who wishes I didn’t exist?” You hate your voice for breaking, but its impossibly painful when he does nothing to deny your statement. 
“What do you want me to say, Y/N? What can I say to make this better?”
Try: I love you too.
“I don’t need you to say anything you don’t mean, Jungkook.” 
“Then shouldn’t you leave?”
Jeon Jungkook is cruel even when he doesn’t mean to be. There is oblivion in his gaze, and his question is one of genuine curiosity. But it still stabs you exactly where your heart is most tender. Yes, I should have left. 
“I guess I thought you were worth the pain, Jungkook. When you pushed me away and wanted nothing to do with me, I thought you were worth hurting for just to try a little more. Worth the uncertainty of being around you but never getting to actually be with you”, you numbly mutter, uncaring about the rivulets of tears down your face. Not like it wasn’t something he’s never seen before. There is more to come on the tip of your tongue, and Jungkook stays quiet to let you speak. There is conflict in his vision, but you don’t want to give yourself the false hope that he cares for you. 
Look where that has gotten you before. 
“You still are, you know. Worth it.” You release a shaky breath. “But I was stupid to think that I am too.”
Saying the words are revelation for you as much as it is for him. All this time, you’ve been running away from the truth in the pursuit of your soulmate. You hadn’t realized that the chase led you astray. 
“And I know that loving me is not easy. I’m…”, you force the words out so he can at least hear your turmoil by his hands. “I’m never really good enough for anyone. Why did I expect that I would be good enough for you?” 
Jungkook’s expression crumples into a frown. “Y/N, no, that’s not what I mean-”
“You don’t have to tell me what you mean, Jungkook. I meet you and the first thing you say is that you don’t believe in such a thing. I try to get close to you and all you know to do is push me away. And I try so hard to be enough but how can I when Yoojung still has your heart? So you don’t have to say it. I know what you mean.” You’ve stopped crying but the ache relents, and you can only look desperately at the boy who’s slipping from your grasp with every passing second. 
“I’m sorry.” The message is redundant.
“I can’t…” Rip off the bandaid. 
“I just can’t love you.”
The words make their way past his lips before he can stop them, and they shoot through your core ruthlessly. A sharpened dagger to soft flesh. It manifests itself in a physical pain that reverberates across your chest, and when the last strength left in you is used to stare at Jungkook through a pained and teary gaze, you are deaf to everything but those four words.
I can’t love you.
I can’t love you. 
I can’t love you. 
You’re not sure what he is sorry for at this point. If Jungkook is apologizing for not loving you, you don’t blame him. If he is sorry for entertaining the possibility, you don’t blame him. If he is sorry that you are the one with a crescent moon on your wrist, well...you don’t blame him either. All your life you cherished it like some kind of gift from the universe. Now, nursing your crumbling soul in front of Jungkook, you wish it had never appeared in the first place. 
You shake your head, tucking your lip in between your teeth to stop the sob in your chest from escaping. Through the crack of the door Jungkook hadn’t shut fully, the girl was still there, patiently sitting where you were supposed to and making herself scarce after inevitably hearing you bare your heart to a boy who had no interest in it. 
Humiliation goes hand in hand with heartbreak, and the embarrassment that comes with confessing your love and insecurity urges your feet to run home. But even you cannot deprive yourself of looking at him one more time. 
His wavy head of hair. The scar on his cheekbone that makes him look even more beautiful, if that were possible. The gloss in his dark brown eyes, and the way he looks at you through stone cold walls. You commit it to memory, however painful, before you walk out of his life. 
“Be happy, Jungkook.” 
You truly mean it. 
 The sound of your footsteps getting farther away from him is a sound Jungkook thinks he’ll remember for a long time. It almost prompts him to run after you, cradle you to his chest, and profess how sorry he is again and again until you can truly feel the sincerity. But he doesn’t. Only remains behind the self-procured walls and watches when your figure disappears down the hallway. 
Cold. Unbothered. Indifferent. That’s what he had always told himself when it came to you. But the hallway feels so lonely and the ghost of your presence feels even lonelier, and Jungkook wonders if he had been wrong. 
He walks back into the studio, permanent frown on his face and shoulders hunched over in stress. The paintbrush feels like a stranger rather than an extension of his arm, as it always does, but Jungkook begins painting anyway. Looking at the girl in front of him, he is reminded of the look on your face when you realized he had replaced you completely in the span of three weeks, without even giving you a notice. Her presence in his art studio suddenly feels entirely suffocating. 
“Mina, Get out.” 
“What?”
“Get out of my studio. I don’t need you as a model, anymore. Thanks.” His voice cut through the tension of the room, like a hot knife to butter. He recognizes it as the voice he always forces himself to use around you, and grows even more aggravated. 
The girl scoffs annoyedly, snatching her handbag from the floor and rushing out of the room. Obviously she had thought something more was to come from Jungkook’s art arrangement. He made sure to let her know that was not the case. 
There is a gnawing in his chest. Deep and subtle, but it becomes more prominent as the window view from his studio turns from blue to black. He ponders about spending the night in here, instead of going home to his bedroom where he is forced to consult with the agony of solitude. On top of everything today, Jungkook doesn’t think he can handle that. 
Every time he closes his eyes, he sees the pain in your face when he tells you that he can’t love you and he hears the shaking in your voice when you tell him the things that weighed on your soul. He thought the word “wither” was only reserved for flowers. Jungkook didn’t realize a person could wither until he saw it right in front of him. 
In truth, he didn’t know. He didn’t know if he could love you or not. And to Jungkook, that was already a feat in itself. He’s spent so many months convincing himself that his emotional fortress was impregnable. So many nights over whiskey bottles telling himself that love was only for fools and pretenders. To be uncertain about love, now, well...that’s something he is not yet ready to admit to himself. Much less admit to you. But letting you any closer was a fatal game. 
Being uncertain about love means being uncertain about getting hurt. Jungkook has a feeling he wouldn’t make it out in one piece if his heart fell into wrong hands. 
He does end up returning to his apartment that night. But the walk feels far too long and the air feels far too frigid, or perhaps is it because he can’t hear the tread of your footsteps beside him? 
Whatever the reason, tonight feels more lonely.
The stars tell him it’s because he does not like the person he’s alone with. 
Back in room 62B, there is an abandoned painting on a rickety easel. He hadn’t even had the will to wash out his paintbrush, and he’s sure he’ll pay for it the next day. Looking at the piece now, his professor would tell him that there’s too many colors. Too much contrast and nearly not enough depth in his strokes. But what was he to do when he had kicked out his new model and couldn’t get the image of your visible heartbreak out of his brain? 
A familiar wrist with a quaint crescent moon sits on the canvas, and he sure as hell didn’t use Mina as the inspiration. Jungkook reminds himself to throw out the painting tomorrow morning. 
The grease on Jimin’s skillet pan is always so hard to clean. The dish soap never truly cuts through the oil, and no matter how much you rinse it over with scalding water, it still feels soiled. On a normal day, it wouldn’t frustrate you so much. Today, a month-and-a-half after your soulmate made it clear to you that you had no place in his life, you want to throw the pan out the window and cry on the kitchen floor until it collapses with the weight of your tears. 
You settle for throwing down the sponge and making Jimin wash his own dishes.
The phone-that you usually now tend to ignore-buzzes on the counter, and you groan at your complete lack of desire to answer it. But the screen lights up with your roommate’s name and you hit the green button. 
“Y/N! How are you feeling, lovebug?” Jimin’s cheerful tone on speakerphone makes you want to cry. You can only imagine how terrible it is for him to be your roommate when all you know how to do now is mope and cry about a boy who probably hasn’t thought about you since. But he’s been holding you through all your breakdowns, and even sets up the air mattress on the floor of your bedroom when some nights are a little bit harder than most. 
“I’ve had better days”, you glare at the pan in the sink. “What’s up?’
“So I have a friend…”
“Jimin, no.” 
He sighs over the phone understandingly, but still not satisfied. “I know it’s only been a month Y/N, but it doesn’t have to be anything. He’s not looking for anything serious either. But maybe it would be good for you to take your mind off things.” 
It’s been a month. Four weeks. Roughly 31 days, and you still remember every word he said to you in the hallway of the art building. Every pause and quiver of his breath, and the way he looked so completely indifferent to your pain. Was one month enough for you to let go even after finding out Jungkook never planned to hold on in the first place?
“Look, you don’t have to decide now. I’m sorry for pushing you if you’re not ready.” His mumbling is apologetic and it makes you realize that Jimin genuinely means well. Maybe you weren’t ready to move on from Jungkook yet. Maybe you never will be. He was your damn soulmate, after all. But maybe a distraction couldn’t hurt.
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
“I’ll do it.” 
You can practically feel him smiling like an idiot over the phone. “Really?!” You sigh into the speaker and Jimin knows better to continue talking before you change your mind.
“His name is Namjoon, he works with me at the office. Super cute. Super hot. Super smart. Checks all your boxes!”, he rambles on about the nitty gritty details and though a part you is proud that you’re making the decision to move on with life, you can’t help but to realize that no one will ever be able to “check all your boxes”.
Not if they’re not Jungkook. 
“He sounds great, Jimin.” Anyone can tell your happiness is disingenuous, even through the phone. Jimin tells you that he had already planned a date (without your knowledge), and sends you on your way with a quick goodbye when his taxi arrives. The silence of the apartment after the conversation leaves you feeling even more weighted, but hopeful for the possibility of a distraction. You had a feeling you won’t be able to forget the likes of Jeon Jungkook if you tried. But, if only for a night, you were to forget the pain of loving him, you’ll take that chance. 
“What do you mean they all ‘feel the same’?” Jungkook is exasperated. He had drafted a complete version of his portfolio, working through the nights by the sweat of his brow. Now his professor was telling him that all his pieces felt the same and Jungkook thinks he might commit arson to the art studio.
Professor Sejin sighs contemplatively, taking off his glasses and throwing them on the table, all too familiar with Jungkook’s periodic art tantrums. 
“I mean that your pieces lack any variegation. The portfolio is well done and coherent, but the completed package is one-noted. It’s consistent. But too much so.”
Professor Sejin’s words make him fall back into the chair dejectedly, shoulders slumped and disappointment in his eyes at the critique of his art. Though it is hard to hear, Jungkook always welcomes productive criticism. The older man sympathizes with his downcast eyes and the visible stress on his back. 
“Look, Jungkook”, he affirms sincerely, “you just need to find some dynamic. Something to make people know that you can do more than one tone of art.” It’s obvious that the professor has a soft spot for the boy in front of him, who looks like his entire world is collapsing. The portfolio folder is handed back to him and Jungkook has the urge to burn it and not hear the word “gallery” again in the next decade. 
“I have faith in you. You’ll figure out what it is that you’re missing.” The smile on the man’s face is congenial. Genuine. And even though he has an ambitious amount of work to do, Jungkook finds the will to nod, haul himself off the office chair, and begin the trek back to his studio. 
The pinnacle of spring is approaching and the sun shines brighter with each morning. Not that he would know or care. He’s spent the last month locking himself inside, dedicating every fluid ounce of energy towards completing his project. It’s been surprisingly easier, and Jungkook finds himself finishing paintings, sketches, and sculptures with ease. Like untapped inspiration had revealed itself to him suddenly. Yet it still wasn’t enough...at least not according to Professor Sejin. 
Headphones drown out the cacophony of hustlers and bustlers with the laughter of children as accompaniment. He doesn’t allow himself to enjoy the music of the city. Not anymore. It gives him too much space to think, and Jungkook has a feeling that’s not good for anyone and definitely not good for him. 
The sight of a familiar bakery with particularly delicious apple strudels is enough to stop him in his rush, feet winding down until he is standing outside, staring at the door and wondering if he could go in without being reminded of you. Well, it might be too late for that anyhow, but further signs of protest are halted when he hears his growling stomach. 
Jungkook had morbidly underestimated your presence in the memory of his favorite cafe. You are everywhere. He sees your smiling face when he looks up at the chalkboard menu, soul vying for you to be next to him and excitedly choosing a new fru-fru drink that would undoubtedly have excessive sugar. He hears your giggles ruminating through the cafe while the other patrons only hear the music over loudspeaker. He practically feels you near, but that doesn’t matter now. It’s better this way. No one gets hurt this way. 
Jungkook plops himself at a corner table and buries his face in his hands, fingertips soothing over his pulsing eyebags and wrinkles he’s gotten from sleep deprivation. He desperately needs an espresso shot. Or five. 
“Hey…”, a voice makes him snap his head up. Jungkook recognizes the stranger as the owner’s son, who always stands guard at the cash register. The tag on his lapel reads Kim Seokjin, and Jungkook has a distant memory of you gushing over how nice Seokjin’s hair was. He had acted unbothered back then, but Jungkook would die before telling a soul that he was annoyed and jealous when you thought the cashier was cute. 
“Jungkook, right?”. He has a kind smile and a natural air of invitation. Jungkook nods. 
“I’ve seen you around a lot. Where’s that girl you always come here with?”
“I don’t see how that’s any of your business”, he nearly hisses, antsy at the mere mention of you. He instantly regrets it though. Seokjin looks like he’s been cornered with a blunt weapon, and it makes Jungkook sigh at his own asshole-ishness. 
“I’m sorry”, he mumbles, “just not a good day. At all.” 
There is a pause and hesitation before the boy speaks. “Do you...wanna talk about it?” Seokjin’s question is met with silence. 
There is a predictability about Jeon Jungkook. He doesn’t open himself up to anyone. He pretends that he doesn’t have problems so well, people start to become convinced. He avoids new connections like it’s the plague. But there is something so idiosyncratic about Kim Seokjin that makes him want to talk. Makes him want to trust a complete stranger. 
So Jungkook nods, depositing his black backpack besides him and lets himself breathe deep. 
“Her name is Y/N….”
In the lukewarm air of the café, Jungkook tells Seokjin about you. About the tiny crescent moon on your wrist that identically matches his - even unwraps his cloth to show it - and how he pushed you away hard enough to put an ocean’s worth of distance between the two of you. He tells Seokjin about Yoojung and the stars on her skin that have been plaguing him since the day she left. He tells him about that damn portfolio that refuses to be finished; one that he apparently has to start over because Professor goddamn Sejin says it's too boring. He allows himself to unload, and wow is it easier to breathe when you talk about your feelings. Jungkook reminds himself to do that more often. 
The “conversation” seems to stretch for hours (if a conversation can be considered one person unleashing all their hidden baggage on the other while they sit in silence). Jin listens intently through the entire ordeal, offering occasional nods and encouragement for him to continue. When Jungkook finally finishes with a deep breath, falling back on the chair looking completely worn out, Jin fixes him with a hot tea before speaking.
“The portfolio is important to you, Jungkook. If it’s important to you, you’ll find a way. Something tells me that you’re not one to give up so easily”, he quips with a playful lilt in his voice. Jin’s genuine faith in him makes Jungkook believe in himself.
“And as for Yoojung, well, I can’t speak on your pain. You are the only one that narrates your experiences but as much as she seems like a villain in your story, perhaps she has opened a door.” Jungkook thinks his voice sounds far too wise to be coming from a guy in his 20’s.
“Would you have known how to nurse a broken heart had it not been for her? I’m sorry she did that to you, Jungkook, but..Yoojung is your past. And I see so much in your future.” 
Jungkook only stares into the abyss of his tea cup. The reflection that stares back is someone he desperately wants to learn to love. When he looks up again, there is a sad glimmer in Seokjin’s gaze. Something so despondent that he feels second-hand pain. 
Jin pulls up the sleeve of his knit sweater. On his wrist sits a faded marigold, so blanched it almost blends in with his skin and makes him wonder if it will just disappear one day. Jungkook feels his blood run cold.
“It’s been two years since she died”, he stares solemnly at his skin, “I don’t think a day has gone by that I haven’t thought about her.” 
Jungkook’s thought about his soulmate mark disappearing before. Even hoped and prayed for it the days after Yoojung left. But now, when he sees it up close on Seokjin’s wrist, Jungkook doesn’t want to wish that loneliness upon anyone. 
“She was so damn...persistent”, Jin laughs, fondness dripping in every word. “Like your Y/N in that way, I suppose. She had a goal and was hell-bent on achieving it. She was so kind and strong and much more of a badass than I could ever be. I loved that about her.” There is sorrow in his voice when he uses the past tense, and Jungkook feels even worse for pouring his heart out about his very alive soulmate. 
“She was studying to be a doctor, you know? Ironic that even the best doctors couldn’t have saved her in the end.” His sentence trails off and he loses focus gazing out the window, fidgeting with the ring on his left hand with a faraway look in his eyes. 
“I don’t mean to ramble about my dead soulmate for no reason, Jungkook. And I’m in no position to tell you what you should or should not do regarding Y/N. But if I could restart this life with my soulmate, there wouldn’t be one second I would waste not at her side.” Jin’s tone is not accusatory or convicting. Just honest.
“It’s normal to be scared and apprehensive. Hell, I would be more concerned if you weren’t going into it with a shit ton of skepticism. I was terrified. Yet out of the billions of people that could’ve had my mark on their wrist, just knowing that she was that one was enough for me to love her.”
The cup of tea has long gone cold. Jungkook only manages to stare at the mahogany table, thoughts too heavy to voice aloud, so Jin continues. 
“I think I would give anything to know that such a person still exists for me. Someone out there that was chosen by an unknown, cosmic force for an unexplainable reason just for me. To see a mark that matches my own. Well…”, Jin breathes deeply, tears welling in his eyes but not falling, “I think that must be the most wonderful thing in the entire world.”
Seokjin’s words stick with him long after he has departed from the café. Long after the tea has settled in his stomach along with the weight of what a soulmate means to this stranger whose life story he has learned in the course of an evening. 
Even so, Jungkook’s not sure what he should feel. The fear of vulnerability still feels like a designated thundercloud above his head, and the thought of letting you past his walls makes Jungkook want to run the other way.
At the same time, the trepidation doesn’t feel so heavy anymore. It’s still there, and he can’t pinpoint exactly what happened but when he sees your smiling face behind his eyelids, Jungkook doesn’t feel scared. When he focuses on what you look like under sunlight, or your eyes staring at him through a camera lens, there is no fear of the broken heart you could leave him with. Just something warm. Something that feels an awful lot like...love?
 But what does Jungkook know about such things? 
He shrugs it off his shoulders, and readies himself for a night of inevitably restless sleep. He blames it on the impending due date of his beloved portfolio, but really, it is you. You and your insistence on trying every single coffee shop in the city. You and your convoluted idea of a date; letting your partner choose the location with their eyes closed. You and…
Just everything about you. 
He falls asleep well into 4am. The thin strap of cloth sits on his bedside table. Even if it is only for the night sky to see, Jungkook lets his soulmate mark breathe. 
It’s been so long since you’ve dressed up or cleaned up to go out anywhere, the reflection that stares back feels like a stranger. You’ve opted for a bold red lip, meticulously applying your makeup so that even the wing of your eyeliner was sharp enough to kill. Jimin forced you to curl your hair too, of course. The girl in the mirror looks beautiful. You know that she is beautiful.
So why is it that you can only see the face that is not enough for Jeon Jungkook? A person that he is unable to love. No, not even foundation can cover the face of longing.
“Y/N”, Jimin sing-songs, “hurry! You don’t wanna be late do you?” No, you don’t want to be late. You want to not go. Maybe retreat to your bedroom and cry the night away again. But you won’t tell him that when he is so clearly ecstatic that you’re spending a night out for the first time in months. 
The restaurant looks like it is entirely out of your budget. Well, you reckon any restaurant is out of your budget with all the debt that looms overhead and your painfully apparent unemployment. Waiting for Namjoon is less than exhilarating, and you spend the time fiddling with your bracelet that conveniently covers the crescent moon. These days, you can’t bear to look at it anymore. Your eyes are glued to the little mark, before a voice sounds from across the table.
“Sorry I’m late, traffic was insane. You must be Y/N, nice to meet you.” You weren’t sure what you expected Kim Namjoon to look like but were pleasantly surprised. Namjoon looks like he takes care of himself, neat and clean and sporting a very shiny watch that looks like 4 months’ worth of rent. 
“And you must be Namjoon. Likewise.” 
When he pulls out the chair to sit down, you can’t help but to notice the cloud on his wrist. It was smaller than yours but you had no doubt it felt just as heavy. If Namjoon felt your gaze on his skin, he did nothing to show it. 
“Hey, I know I just got here but…”, he sighs and takes a look around the room, “do you wanna get out of here? Find the cheapest and greasiest food we can?” His request makes you smile, and you grab the purse that rested on the table. 
“Namjoon, I think that’s the best idea you’ve had yet.” 
You and Namjoon manage to find a diner that wasn’t far from the fancy restaurant, and you thank the skies that you didn’t have to pay $50 for a salad tonight. Just some pocket change for quite possibly the best and oiliest hamburger you’ve ever had. 
By conversation that happens through mouthfuls of food and faces smeared with milkshake residue, you come to learn that Namjoon is an unsurprisingly nice guy. He studies poetry, but is working as a secretary at an office, hence his connection to Jimin. He loves to garden and talks about his bonsai plants to you like they’re his kids, even pulling up pictures on his phone and gazing down at them fondly. It makes you smile. He plays the piano, and likes to take long bike rides when the weather permits. 
It’s nice to have someone reciprocate your effort. It’s something you haven’t experienced in a long time, all credit to one Jeon Jungkook. Namjoon is warm in all the corners where Jungkook is cold. 
In a word, he is pretty damn perfect. And if he had a crescent moon on his wrist, you probably wouldn’t bat an eye or have a lick of doubt in the universe. He encompasses everything you want, so alike you in so many aspects it makes you wary. If Namjoon had your matching soulmate mark, you would already be in love with him. 
But he doesn’t. And that thought alone keeps you from feeling anything but platonicity. He is not Jungkook. You don’t think anyone can make you feel the way Jungkook does. You want to curse the stars for making this so. 
It’s well into the night, and you both remain planted in the diner booth, chatting and chuckling over a plate of french fries. It’s when you drift off while he’s talking about his latest attempt at focaccia that Namjoon sighs and sits back in the seat. 
“What?”, you confusedly ask after he suddenly stops speaking.
He smiles. Stays silent for a couple seconds. Then speaks. 
“So what did your soulmate do to you?”
His question catches you off guard and you can only stare at him, frown on your face and words lost on your tongue. 
“You’ve been staring into space every 5 minutes this whole night, and fidgeting with your bracelet so much I’m surprised it hasn’t fallen off”, he explains, tenderness and sympathy in his tone. 
“Every time I speak, you have this sad look in your eyes and I have a feeling you’re imagining someone else’s face, Y/N. I’ve enjoyed talking to you...a lot. But I can tell you want to be somewhere else so”, Namjoon places his elbows on the table and gazes at you endearingly, “tell me about your soulmate.” 
You stare at Namjoon through shocked eyes, glistening with the onset of tears that you manage to keep from escaping. Gosh, you were pathetic. Already wanting to cry at the mere mention of him. Or maybe the fact that someone could see through your facade. You take a deep breath. 
“His name is Jeon Jungkook.” Your voice quivers, and Namjoon continues listening intently. You are reluctant to continue because you know that once this conversation begins, there is a chance you might have to confront yourself again with the pain of loving someone who doesn’t want love. You internally apologize to Namjoon in advance, for you might cry on this first date. 
“I…I’m completely head over heels in love with him  but after everything, I’m not sure I have the slightest clue what love is. Because what sane person can fall in love with a person who has made it clear that that love wouldn’t be reciprocated from the get go?”
You fiddle with the plastic straw in your milkshake, searching for the courage to go on and tell him about every thought that you have denied yourself the satisfaction of verbalizing. 
“He loves apple strudels, you know. Eats them every time like they’re the last apple strudels he’ll ever have and he doesn’t give a damn who’s watching”, you chuckle, gaze drifting off to space. There is a fondness in your eyes as you speak, and Namjoon does not miss it. 
“He’s as punctual as the day is long. One time I was late to a photoshoot and he almost made me cry lecturing me about the importance of being on time. But now I’m never late.” 
The memory makes you, as well as Namjoon, smile. 
“He paints like his life depends on it, and he’ll get oil paint on his face without noticing and sometimes I just want to reach out and wipe it off. But I think he’d murder me on the spot.”
“How come?”, Namjoon offers his first words in the midst of your monologue. You’re not sure what to say next. 
“Well...I think Jeon Jungkook might be the coldest person I’ve ever met”, you dejectedly sigh. Reality tastes bitter even with remnants of whipped cream on your lips. 
“Every time I was around him, it felt like I was willingly breaking my own heart just for the chance to know that he was next to me. That in this entire world of billions of people, the one with the same moon on their wrist was next to me. And...I guess I didn’t really need him to love me yet”, your gaze locks onto Namjoon and you find he is already staring at you with utmost curiosity and subtle pity. 
“Jungkook alone was enough. I just wish he could have felt the same about me.” 
Perhaps the reason why the truth is so painful to speak is because people have a tendency to run from it. Then when it catches up to you, it’s a harsh trip and fall to the rocky ground. There is no cushion when you land. 
Namjoon doesn’t offer advice. Doesn’t dish his own experiences to relate to your own or even make any comments from his perspective. He just sits and listens in silence, but it doesn’t feel like he is disregarding you. No, his eyes tell you that he soaks in every word. You hope you’ll get the chance to do the same for him...if he ever decides to share his story with you. 
The two of you leave the diner with a prospective to be friends, and no plans of a future second date. You had a strong feeling that spending the entire evening talking about your unrequited soulmate love had something to do with that. Nevertheless, though Namjoon didn’t work out as a distraction, you were glad to have met him. It made you realize something.
Even if Jimin thought you were ready to move on. Even if you thought you were ready to forget. It might be a lifetime before you finally let go of that boy.
The morning reeks of rain and dew, humidity nearly clawing its way through his window and turning his apartment into a swamp. When he wakes up, it is not to his blaring alarm clock, but the uncomfortable sensation of a sweaty shirt sticking to his back. Jungkook groans, already tired of this day. It seems hopeless from the beginning. 
As much as he wanted to stay home and crank up the air conditioner so much that his landlord would come running, Professor Sejin’s voice reverberates through his eardrums.
You art is too one-noted, Jungkook.
Be better, Jungkook.
You’re talentless and will never succeed, Jungkook. 
Of course, these are not Professor Sejin’s verbatim, more so Jungkook’s own mind that twists his teacher’s constructive criticism into something else. He is a master at feeding his insecurity.
Jungkook chugs down a lukewarm cup of black coffee, and his stomach growls for something with a little more sugar and maybe a dash of rainbow colored sprinkles. He guesses he has you to thank for that. The art studio is always a daily destination, and this day is no different. Jungkook has a plan to dedicate himself to fixing his portfolio and maybe finish that clay piece he never got around to. 
The studio is too cold for his liking; Jungkook can’t remember how many times he has begged the superintendent to lower the AC. The cold he can deal with. The loneliness, however, is a different story. Jungkook is always alone. Alone when he’s in his apartment. Alone when he’s in class. Alone when he’s in the art room. These days, aloneness feels more haunting when he knows he had the option to escape it, but chose to stay. A part of him is ready to admit that it’s because of you. 
Jungkook hums a random melody that had been stuck in his head since the morning, fingers gliding over the slick sculpting clay. The days are easier now. He doesn’t think about you so much when the sun is out and there is the bustling of the busy city to distract him. The nights, however, are just as difficult as they have been. Jungkook’s last drifting thought is of you, and your face torturously carries over to each dream. Like his entire being misses you but he refuses to accept it. 
He takes a deep sigh in relief once the sculpture feels finished. Professor Sejin wanted something more dynamic, so there: his very own realist clay piece drawing inspiration from Praxiteles’ sculpture of Aphrodite. He sits back in pride, admiring his own handiwork and giving himself a mental pat on the back. It looks great. Perfect even. It looks….
It looks like you. 
Jungkook pales at the realization as the clay face stares back at him. No, this was supposed to be Aphrodite, the goddess of beauty and love, inspired by the ancient Greek artist that sculpted her. Then why does she have your nose? Those eyes are definitely your’s and even those cheeks are identical. Jungkook hadn’t even realized that in the rhythm of his art, he got lost and accidentally sculpted your face instead. 
He walks away from the clay table and hurriedly yanks off the soiled apron around his waist, confusion swimming in every cell of his body. How had he just...made a sculpture of you? With no knowledge that he was doing it?
Jungkook leans with his back against the sink, staring down at the floor with furrowed brows and a thundering heart. With a sudden epiphany, Jungkook leaps from his position and pulls out all the canvases, printed photographs, graphite drawings, and clay pieces he’s made for the past few months. Everything he can grab in the small studio space. 
It is then that he comes to the daunting realization:
Holy shit.
Professor Sejin was right.
 Everything feels the same. His whole portfolio has one note and no dynamic or diversity because...well, because all of his pieces are of you. Not you, necessarily, but your breath has come alive on his art in some way, shape, or form. 
The multimedia painting he made two weeks ago using polystyrene sheets was supposed to mimic sunlight through a stained glass window, but Jungkook hadn’t even noticed he'd drawn the window of the café you dragged him to on its opening day. And the colors of the glass is just the twinkle of your eyes when they stare back into his. 
The photoset he spent hours taking around the city, after taking a 15 minute train ride, were just repeats of all the places you two went to that one day. The book store. The park. The streetlight where Yoojung stopped him. He hadn’t even realized he only saved the photos associated with a subconscious memory of you. 
Jungkook can’t explain it, but he feels you in every single picture. Every piece of art that his hands have manifested since you walked into his life, stupid smile on your face and that little moon on your wrist. He feels it...and call it artist’s intuition or something but perhaps that’s why Professor Sejin could feel it too. 
Even though he stopped making you his muse months ago, you are still the root of inspiration for whatever he’s produced since. And if that’s not enough to finally tell him what he needs to hear. Finally make him realize that he’s fallen in love with you without even knowing it, the universe doesn’t know what will. 
The minutes it has been since he realized your place in his life melts like slow dripping honey, feeling like an eternity when it is mere moments. Jungkook regains his focus in the haze. He knows what you mean to him now, but there was something he had to fo first. 
He swipes all his paintbrushes and palette knives to the side, sweat on his brow as he furiously rearranges his portfolio. He takes out the pictures of Mina - no one would miss them anyway - and trashes all the photos he took before he met you. He only uses the art he’s created post-Y/N and tucks them in the manila folder so rapidly, there’s paper cuts on his fingers. But he doesn’t feel them. Jungkook has only one objective. 
He snaps a picture of the new clay sculpture he’s just finished. The photo goes into the portfolio with the name ‘Aphrodite’, but Jungkook knows better about whose face that truly belongs to. Not that anyone would bat an eye. He thinks you are as beautiful as the goddess herself. 
The trip to Professor Sejin’s office is short, unsurprising though, since Jungkook sprints the whole way there. When he arrives, and the professor can only stare as he’s bent over and huffing violently trying to catch his breath, Jungkook reminds himself to spend less time at the studio and more time on the cardio. 
He throws the portfolio onto the man’s desk unceremoniously, nearly collapsing on the chair across from him and not ready to speak yet. Professor Sejin confusedly rifles through the folder quickly, too quickly, and sighs, ready to offer Jungkook yet the same critique again. 
He opens his mouth, but Jungkook cuts him off. 
“Before you say anything…”, he gulps, finally ready to admit the truth to himself. 
“I want you to know that I’ve met my soulmate, a-and there’s a reason why you feel that my portfolio is all the same. There’s a reason why you feel it’s all one-noted or that there’s no progression.” Jungkook takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, and you are there behind his lids. 
“It’s because she sowed the seeds for all of them. Everything. Those paintings and photos and sculptures are just symptoms of what I’ve been feeling this whole time after meeting her. She’s practically the artist, not me.” Professor Sejin stays silent at his monologue, gaze unreadable but eyes sharp and trained solely on Jungkook. 
“Maybe...Maybe art doesn’t need to be super variegated all the time. Maybe it’s supposed to be a cohesive unit and the pieces should string to each other. Maybe paintings should have a relationship to photos and them, to sculptures. Maybe you’re just...wrong.” 
He is exasperated and passion flows out of him through every pore. Jungkook looks expectantly at his professor, who has the open folder in his hand and still in the process of taking in his words. When the adrenaline starts to fade, he realizes that he just dissed his venerable teacher. 
“With all due respect…”, he coughs, “sir.” 
Professor Sejin lets Jungkook spend the next couple minutes in complete torturous silence so that he can finish reviewing his portfolio. The tension is cut with the sound of the man’s hands slapping together as he closes the folder. Jungkook prepares himself for a stern lecture.
However, when he looks up, there is a smile on the man’s face. There’s no malice there, or even disdain. He pulls off his glasses, sets them on the table, and sits back in the office chair, arms folded over his chest. Jungkook can feel his heart threatening to pound past his rib cage. 
“Jungkook…”, Professor Sejin declares, “I think you’ve got a contender for the gallery spot.” 
If someone had asked you what Jeon Jungkook meant to you, you would look them in the eye and tell them that he meant nothing. Because it’s easier to pretend that someone does not mean anything to you after they pretend that you do not exist. That the universe had not given you both matching marks and deemed that your souls were meant for each other. Jeon Jungkook is a stranger to you. One that you wanted so badly to love. But you’ve come to learn that no matter how hard you try; you can’t love someone who doesn’t want to love at all.
So the days trickle by as they usually do. Painstakingly slow and viscous with memories of a boy named Jeon Jungkook and the way he has hurt you enough to last a little bit over forever. 
“I understand why you don’t want to go, Y/N. But aren’t you the least bit curious? Especially after that fancy invitation in the mail?” Jimin’s query is innocent. But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t make your blood boil. 
“I don’t know...the thought of going to my soulmate’s grand art gallery when the last time we spoke, he told me he can’t love me, just doesn’t seem appealing Jimin”, you snark, burying your face into the bowl of cereal you are now spooning far too aggressively. 
“But...it’s been months. And he wouldn’t have sent you an invitation if he didn’t want you to come.” 
This conversation has happened too frequently since that red envelope arrived at your apartment. You cried your eyes out when you opened it, both out of pride for Jungkook and the fact that no matter what you did, the universe found a way to keep you from moving on. 
A sigh heaves through your chest, and the cereal is abandoned by your loss of appetite. “I’m not going to show up there and have him tell me again all of the reasons he can’t be with me. I barely survived it last time.” 
“But what if, Y/N?”
There is a glimmer in Jimin’s eye and he radiates so much hopefulness for you, you can’t help but to feel it too. 
“Isn’t the what if already enough? You used to tell me that Jungkook was worth anything. Isn’t he worth the risk this time too?”
You don’t have anything else to say after that because as much as you hate to admit, perhaps Jimin is right. Jungkook is worth going through anything for, even if he wants to stay as far away as possible. Call it a fluke in the postal system that the invitation to his gallery landed on your doorstep, but can you allow yourself to read between the lines and dare say that he sent it himself? Can you put yourself through such a perilous thing like optimism?
Jungkook has left you battered and broken for the past months. But you would give your heart to him to break all over again if he asked. 
To say that you did not fit in with those dawdling around the art gallery was a gross understatement. You didn’t just not fit in. Your entire presence and aura defied every expectation, and suddenly, watching the upper echelon of the city mingle with champagne and gaze critically at Jungkook’s art, makes every breath feel like an insecurity. 
The boy in question was nowhere in sight, and you now regret not dragging Jimin with you. The invitation had specifically prohibited plus one’s, and though Jimin whined to no end about his hurt feelings and emptily promised never to talk to Jungkook again, you managed to keep him home. Now, you wish you were back at the apartment with him.
The pieces were, in short, completely breathtaking (to no surprise, of course, this was Jungkook you were talking about). Though you knew he always held doubt in himself, in the short time he allowed you to be in his life, you had never once thought he was anything less than spectacular. Yet you could not allow yourself to completely enjoy them. Each brushstroke and paint color you remember from his palettes, or the filters on the photos that you helped him with, was agonizing to look at. 
You are standing in front of a canvas titled “Windowlight” when a man comes up beside you. He nurses a flute of bubbly champagne and makes no move to gain eye contact. Unknown to you, Professor Sejin knows exactly who you are. He’s seen your face in his student’s portfolio one too many times. 
“Artful use of mixed media, isn’t it?”, he mutters.
“I suppose so.” 
“He’s quite the prodigy. Have you met him yet? I’m sure he’s lurking around somewhere.” The man takes a sip from his glass, smirk on his lips hidden from your eyes that still blankly stare ahead.
“Yes. He’s a...friend.” We share a soulmate mark. He hates my guts. 
He hums a sound of affirmation and you ignore the weird feeling it leaves in your stomach; one that tells you this stranger sees right through you. 
“Ah, how rude of me. Professor Sejin. Arts director and senior advisor.” He spares you a brief glance, but you make no move to shake his hand or pretend to be courteous. You don’t have the energy for it tonight. Just being in this building, surrounded by everything Jungkook has touched, makes you want to collapse into yourself. 
“It was nice to meet you, Y/N.” He speaks nonchalantly, and you almost miss the fact that you never told him your name. Your brows crease in confusion and you are ready to turn and interrogate the stranger, but he is already walking away, gliding smoothly across the gallery. Before he gets too far, though, Sejin cranes his neck and makes eye contact. 
“Oh, and be sure to visit the one called ‘Moon’. It’s upstairs, next to the Aphrodite sculpture on the second level exhibit”, he entreats, a suspicious lilt in his voice.
“Something tells me you’ll appreciate its…sincerity.”
Honestly, you’re not sure what you expected when you came to Jungkook’s art gallery tonight. But to be approached by a stranger who already knows your name, who dubiously instructs you to seek out a mystery art piece, was not on the list of expectations. Still...Professor Sejin’s words made you curious. 
Through the night, your eyes subconsciously seek out that familiar head of fluffy brown hair and a tall gait that always seems to stick out, even in a large crowd. It was as if Jungkook versed himself in complete camouflage, so much so that you began to doubt that he was even in the building.  
The traipse through the gallery is done in silence and solitude, and you tune out the sounds of popping champagne and raucous laughter coming from the second floor, as the patrons undoubtedly banter over which piece to auction off. You hope he keeps them. You’ve never seen someone appreciate art the way that Jungkook does. 
You catch sight of a few pieces that you recognize, ones that you remember him showing you when he had finished. You always excitedly told him every single one was a masterpiece, and Jungkook only rolled his eyes and made minimal effort at hiding the blush on his cheeks. Your steps falter when you come across a set of photographs in black and white, set in consecutive frames next to each other and it feels so warm despite the lack of color. Jungkook just had that special talent when it came to photography. 
It’s the bookstore. In the city during the impromptu train ride you had coerced him to take. Your heart catches in your throat as you recognize all the other ones immediately because well...you’ve been to all those spots. A familiar pressure builds in the back of your eyes, and you swallow down a whimper of pain. 
The urge to leave becomes too strong. But not strong enough to quell the slow burn of curiosity from Professor Sejin. There is a chance that you might not run into Jungkook at all tonight with the vast space and people bumbling through the corridors. It hurts to think that you might never see him again at all, but you’ll allow yourself another indulgence. Something is calling you. 
Moon. He titled it Moon? You grip onto your wrist reflexively and run your thumb over the mark, like you did when you were younger and still had hope for soulmates. The pulsepoint there beats under your finger and lets you know how alive you are. Compels you to give into your curiosity, even if it might decimate your already crumbling heart. The stairs that lead up to the second floor are short, but the trek feels like it knocks the wind out of you, or perhaps that was just the anticipation of what was waiting for you on the other side.
You were right to be scared. Because right in the smack dab center of the circular room is where you see it, and your gasp is one that can be heard from each wall and corner. 
A painting of you. A portrait from the waist up, with oil paint and so much detail, Jungkook has even managed to line the shallow wrinkles by your eyes when you smile. You have never considered yourself beautiful in any sense but the way he has captured you on canvas starts to make you believe that you truly are. You feel Jungkook in each streak of the brushstroke where he hadn’t spread the color evenly. It is as if the painting is alive, and though you are staring at yourself, it doesn’t feel like the way it does in the mirror. Doesn’t feel like a reflection. 
No, this feels like looking through Jungkook’s eyes. It is what he sees in you, rather than what you see in yourself. And what he sees is beautiful. Through the haze of shock and confusion as to why he chose this as the centerpiece, you don’t notice the warm presence that lurks behind you. The one that has watched your every move since you walked into this building. 
“Yeah, that’s my favorite one too.” 
You whip your head around so quick it nearly gives you whiplash, but the sight of him is the nail in the coffin. Jungkook is cleaned up in a black suit, and an unfamiliar smile on his lips he rarely lets you see. A genuine one that he’s tried to hide so many times but now that it’s clear and up close, you resent him for keeping it from you. 
Jungkook is just as gorgeous as the day you lost him. 
But looking at him hurts. You don’t know why you’re even here, and why he sent the invitation, or why he was standing in front of you now and there is not a sliver of antipathy in his eyes. You don’t know why your face is plastered in the center of the gallery. Most of all, you don’t know why you are still weak in the knees for Jeon Jungkook. 
“Although, I have to say, it was a close race between this one and the pictures I made you take at the lake, when you nearly dunked me in the river because it was so cold”, he breathily laughs but you aren’t able to get through the shock just yet. If Jungkook notices your starstruck state, he doesn’t let it affect him. 
“And I definitely have to give some credit to the one I painted after you told me about your dream”, Jungkook prattles on, “where you were a mermaid who planted peaches under the sea, remember? That’s an honorable mention.” 
These memories make you want to smile but in this moment, the best you can do is try to hold yourself together when your eyes begin to warm with tears. Jungkook stays silent when you do. He notices you haven’t said a word and your gaze refuses to meet his. 
“Why are you doing this, Jungkook?”, you curse yourself when your voice cracks. “Why are you telling me these things? Haven’t you hurt me enough?” Jungkook’s smile drops off his face, and for once, you can see your own pain reflected in his eyes. 
He takes a deep breath, hands hanging limply at his side that itch to wrap themselves around yours. To feel your skin. Feel your mark. 
“I…”, he hesitates in his words, “I remember that day every night when I go to sleep, Y/N. Every time I shut my eyes, I just see your face when I told you I can’t love you, and I don’t think I’ve ever felt such aching before. Not even when she left me.” Jungkook’s voice is tinted with desperation but it just makes your walls rise higher. 
He’s lying to you. Your tongue wants to protest, but he continues. 
“I see you in everything”, Jungkook breathes out, like he is also admitting it to himself. 
“The paintbrushes I can never put down to the black coffee I force myself to drink nowadays because the ones I actually like, the ones with too much whipped cream and vanilla syrup, just reminds me of you.” His brows are knitted, and his feet vie to step closer to your quivering form. But you look like a caged animal about to bolt at any moment. 
“And when I’m reminded of you, I am reminded of…”, he gulps down the fear, “I’m reminded of how I am utterly in love with someone who deserves so much more than what I have put them through.”
The blood that runs through your veins drops to subzero temperatures, and you swear in the split millisecond that you have absorbed what he’s just said, your heart ceases its beating. The world stops turning, and the waves still for a brief moment. You can’t find any words just yet, but Jungkook can see straight through you and your stupefied expression. 
“Y-you’re lying to me, Jungkook. Stop lying.” 
“I’m not lying, please…” Jungkook knows he’s losing you by the second, but he’s promised you he would persist. He just wants you to listen. Wants you to feel how sorry he is, and how his soul screams to be next to your’s. 
“I can’t explain how it happened. Like it was an epiphany. Like someone has been screaming at me and I had been ignoring them, and that someone was my own heart.” Jungkook doesn’t stumble over his words once. He does not stutter because it is the plain white truth. 
“Stop, Jungkook.”
“It’s been knocking on the door of my chest and when I finally let it in, it just yells and shouts ‘oh my god, you’re in love’ and then I realized oh my god, i’m in love. In between painting you and convincing myself that soulmates meant nothing to me, I’ve completely and unquestionably fallen in love with you, Y/N.” 
Jungkook can’t decipher the look on your face. Something between the lines of disbelief and heartbreak, and it makes him want to split at the seams at the pain he’s put you through. How he’s convinced you you’re impossible to love. He vows to make it right again.
“Jungkook-”
“And you’re wrong, you know. You’re not hard to love. Hell, I was dead set on never loving again and you managed to make me so smitten, I can’t paint or draw a damn thing without including some aspect of you in it.” Jungkook steps back and gestures to all the canvases and photos that hang on the wall. 
“Take a look around, Y/N. It’s all you. Every piece.” Once he says it, you finally notice Every piece of art in this room can be traced to you, or a memory you two share. It’s so clear, you don’t know how you missed it before. You feel yourself in the art Jungkook has poured his soul into. Instead of making you feel elated, these words that you’ve been waiting your entire life to hear just ignites the sting. 
“Just stop. Please.” It is only a weak whisper through your lips, and he ignores it. 
“If you can’t forgive me, I get it Y/N. I can’t forgive myself either. But can you just know that you are enough. You are more than what I deserve. And I know you told me to be happy, but there is no way I can possibly do that without you.” 
When your gaze falls to the floor, you notice that his wrist is clean of any bracelets or watches. Come to think of it, this is one of the first times you are seeing it clear and in the flesh. Jungkook doesn’t tell you, but nowadays, he doesn’t allow anything to impede on the sight of the crescent moon.
When your guard is down and you are distracted, he finds the perfect time to finally reach forward and take your hand in his. His touch is gentle when it wraps around your wrist, tugging off the ribbon that circled it, and revealing the matching mark. Your pulse jumps under his fingers, and skips a beat when he runs a thumb over the moon. You are already melting with such simple contact, and you almost allow yourself to succumb. Almost.
It’s as if suddenly his skin was scalding, and you snatch your wrist from his grasp at lightning speed. The tears that have strayed down your face are wiped away as quickly as they came. The surprise on his face is missed by your eyes because before he can comprehend what is happening, you are bolting down the staircase and out the glass doors of the gallery. No, you cannot forgive him yet. What would you do if he hurt you again? You don’t think you would survive. 
You ignore the pain of seeing his art pieces as you run, now that you know you are the muse behind them all. The only noise is the sound of blood rushing in your ears, and you are oblivious to the racket of Jungkook’s shoes clapping against marble flooring as he chases after you, expertly dodging the other patrons and butlers holding trays of champagne. 
And Jungkook? Well, he is oblivious to the complete turmoil that runs through your every nerve. He only sees your back, and not the way you bite your lip painfully to keep the sobs from escaping. Not the way your pain is exhibited clear as day in the crease of your eyebrow and the wrinkle of your nose. 
The air outside is so cold it bites at your nostrils, but makes it easier to breathe. The wind calms the thundering heart in your chest.
He must be lying. There was no way he had a change of heart now, not when he was so rooted in his belief before. There is no virtual possibility, on any plane of existence, on any dimension where Jeon Jungkook has fallen in love with you. 
Right?
The hand that circles around your wrist tightly to keep you from getting any farther tells you that you are wrong. He did come after you. Jungkook’s strength forces you to stop running, but you can’t find the courage to turn around and face him just yet. But you don’t make an effort to pull away, and he takes it as progress.
“You can run if you want, Y/N. You can walk away from me and from us, but don’t doubt that I’ll always be chasing after you. For as long as it takes.” He is panting and speaking through heavy breaths, but you hear him. Loud and clear. 
“I won’t let you leave again. Not like last time.”
There is no malice. No coldness, and for the first time since you’ve met him, his words feel like warm honey instead of monotone ice. He is utterly distraught when you turn around slowly, hesitant like you’re afraid he will break your heart right then and there. 
His heart shatters at the wetness at your waterline, and the way you look up at him; completely vulnerable and scared. 
“Do you promise?” 
There is a lot of weight in your three-word question. It’s not as innocent as meets the eye, and Jungkook knows it. He feels it. When you ask him if he promises, it is an invitation back to you. You are offering him your heart, which he has already broken and bruised, and trusting him to be careful with it this time around. Jungkook already knows he loves you. And if you let him, he’ll spend the rest of his life making sure this promise remains unbroken. 
“I promise.” 
It’s a commitment. One he used to be terrified of making, but it seems so easy when it’s for you. 
And when you fly forward to wrap your arms around him, Jungkook feels like home. Like the stars twinkle a little brighter and the earth stops spinning for a mere second, just for the two of you. You feel him squeeze you closer, just as tightly, and Jungkook wants to kick himself for depriving you both of a simple thing called love. 
You are here, souls and now bodies intertwined, and Jungkook lets the pain of past hurt fall away. Pain is so miniscule when you are by his side. When you pull back, Jungkook frowns at your red-rimmed eyes, and the tears that still persist. He wipes it away oh so softly, as if you were delicate clay and he, a sculptor. 
“Please don’t cry anymore, princess, it breaks my heart. I’m so sorry.” It is the softest, most sugary tone you’ve ever heard out of him. But hearing affection from his lips makes you feel that perhaps all of this sorrow, this longing, has been worth it. He has been worth it. He always has. 
“I love you, Y/N.” Jungkook’s words are almost as beautiful as he is. 
His lips are familiar when you lean forward and kiss him. Yet they are different. This time, the hands on your waist hold you a bit more carefully, even closer if that were possible. You can feel his thudding heart as it beats against your own, learning to match rhythms with each other, and Jungkook cradles your face in his hand like you are the only artwork he has truly been proud of. 
And it’s true. All the canvases and paints and camera film seem wasted now. Nothing he ever makes will be quite as alluring as the art he holds in his arms in this moment. 
“I love you too, you goddamn idiot.”
You meant it all those months ago, and you mean it now. If Jeon Jungkook was the sun, you would gladly change your name to Icarus. If Jeon Jungkook was the moon, then you are the tides that he pushes and pulls. If Jeon Jungkook belonged to you, well...you don’t have to imagine that anymore. He is your’s, as you are his. 
Old habits die hard, but they are not immortal. They wax and wane, and remind you that in the cosmic vastness of things, you are only human. Humans whose hearts beat in tandem and souls made to complete the other. Humans with identical crescent moons, lost but now found.
Old habits die hard. But you have learned to fix those of a broken heart. 
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— EVERY BREATH YOU TAKE; 1 (m.)
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— notes; this fic is not condoning abusive/unhealthy relationships in any way. please do not read if you are triggered by anything relating to stalkers/stalking. this is a repost from my old account.
pairing; jungkook/reader genre; stalker au, thriller, smut words; 11,076 rating; explicit
— synopsis; everything was going great when you first met jeon jungkook. he was a new light in your life with soft smiles and tinkling laughs; but then you noticed a lurking presence that seemed to follow you wherever you went.
contents; obsessive, toxic behavior. creampie, rough sex, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, possessiveness, dirty talk, light humiliation, dom!jungkook.
— chapters; one. two. three.
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Class was uneventful, as it always was. You had scribbled down notes and tried to pay attention, but you really couldn’t focus on anything with the little amount of sleep that you had gotten the night before. Your second class was just as tiring as the first and you were relieved when it ended. You shoved your laptop into your backpack and pulled your phone out to text Hoseok while you walked out through the doorway.
[to hobi 11:57am] — you out of class?
You grunted as you collided with something firm and your phone almost slipped out of your hand. You heard a thud and looked down to see a textbook lying by your feet.
“Oh, I’m so sorry!” you apologized quickly, bending down to grab the textbook and looking up to see the boy in front of you beginning to crouch as well. He had his hood pulled up over his dark hair, but you had to take a second to collect yourself when you saw how cute he was. The two of you maintained eye contact for a few more long seconds before you realized you were creepily staring at this guy, so you hurriedly grabbed the book and straightened up, as did he.
“It’s okay,” he responded quietly, sending you a small smile while he held his hand out for the book. You returned his smile and handed him the Psychology textbook.
“Sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going,” you explained, though you realized you didn’t really need to. He nodded and you saw one of his earbuds had been pulled out of his ear and was hanging onto his chest from inside of his hoodie.
“It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” he told you nodding along and shifting to the side. You bit your lip and nodded back, smiling again awkwardly before walking away with the space he’d moved to give you.
God, you thought to yourself, internally groaning at your responses to the cute boy. Could you have been more of an idiot?
An incoming text pinged and dragged you out of your thoughts.
[from hobi 12:02pm] — yeah, i’ll meet you outside — we’re going to get chinese food
You sighed. This was the third time this week you were getting Chinese food with Hoseok, but you supposed he was the one driving so you didn’t really have room to argue with him over it. And as you walked out of the building to meet your friend, all thoughts of the boy slipped out of your mind for the time being.
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You and Hoseok made your way outside of the small restaurant and toward his car; you hadn’t realized you’d spend over two hours having lunch together, but his afternoon was completely free before his dance practice and you’d missed him. The two of you hadn’t gotten to spend as much time together as you’d hoped to, since you were both so swamped with midterm assignments. It always seemed to be that when he was free you had work and whenever you were free he had practice.
The two of you got into his car and he started it, plugging his phone in to the aux cord and playing his friend’s original tracks. You loved listening to them, even though you’d never personally met this friend of his; all you knew was his name, Min Yoongi, and that he was studying music. And that he was really good at it.
“Thanks for driving me,” you said over the low volume of the music. Hoseok smiled widely, patting your thigh from across.
“No problem, babe,” he said with a small laugh. You rolled your eyes and pulled your phone out, pouting at the screen.
“Namjoon’s still gonna be there when I start my shift,” you complained loudly. You really liked the guy, you did. He was just kind of snobby and liked to use his seniority at work to make you do everything he didn’t want to.
Hoseok’s lips twitched and the car pulled to a stop a few blocks away from your workplace, a small family owned shop that sold all kinds of music. Not many people came, but you had heard from Seokjin that the owners were only using it as a side business anyway and they had originally started it to bring some control to their kid’s chaotic habits; you loved to hear about drama that didn’t involve you.
“You’ll be fine,” he reassured as the two of you waited for the cars before you at the four stop. Once it was Hoseok’s turn, the car pulled forward gradually and you were making your way to work again.
“Yeah, but he’s probably gonna make me start by cleaning or some shit,” you huffed, putting your phone away. Technically you still had 10 minutes until your shift started, so you were just going to sit in the back room once you got there and hope Namjoon doesn’t see you.
You didn’t have to look at him to know Hoseok was rolling his eyes at you. He parked in front of the store, pushing the button for his hazard lights since he wasn’t actually parallel parking on the narrow street. You thanked him and assured him that you’d text him later as you left the car, shutting the door and waving at him as he drove away, probably heading back to the University’s studio. You sighed again before walking into the store, surveying the isles quickly to make sure you didn’t spot Namjoon’s purple hair anywhere. Seokjin gave you an amused smile from right in front of the table where he was fixing the display of little trinkets.
“He’s in the back,” he informed you. You shut your eyes and groaned, swearing under your breath.
“That means I can’t avoid him, damn.”
“It’s okay, he should be leaving right when your shift starts in a few minutes anyway.”
“Thanks,” you said, patting Seokjin’s back as you walked past him and through the middle aisle to reach the door that led into the back room. You took a moment in front of it to get yourself ready before pushing it open and almost walking right into Namjoon himself.
“You’re here,” he said in lieu of a greeting. You forced yourself to smile at him while you nodded enthusiastically.
“Yeah, just got in.” There was a pause and no one said anything, so you cleared your throat awkwardly. “Well, I’ll just…” You slipped past him, though the asshole didn’t even move and forced you to maneuver around his body to make sure you didn’t touch him at all. He said nothing as he left to go to the front of the store and you had to hold yourself back from screaming. You were already annoyed and you’d only been interacting with him for half a minute at most.
You logged into the system from the back computer and dropped your backpack into a small locker. You pulled your name tag out and pinned it to your t-shirt and sat in one of the metal chairs, pulling your phone out to scroll through your social media and text Hoseok a few irritated messages. By the time your shift officially started, you were sure Namjoon had to have left. You pocketed your phone and made your way out and toward the front, where you usually just sat at the front desk by the cashier while Seokjin restocked stuff.
You’d only been sitting for a few minutes, going over the checklist of items that you had to have finished before you locked up, when the little bell rang signaling someone had entered the store. You looked up, startled. Usually customers slowly trickled in later in the day, but you didn’t mind.
It was a boy with his head down, staring at his phone and his hood pulled up just enough to cover his face, earbuds connected in the jack on the bottom of his phone. You could see a bit of his nose poking out from his side profile as he walked past the front desk, not even acknowledging you. You frowned, but didn’t really care enough to want to start a conversation with anyone you didn’t know so early into your shift. You watched him walk around the aisles for a few moments before disappearing behind one and then you lost interest, turning back down to continue looking at what was and wasn’t marked on the checklist.
Soon enough, you heard someone approach you and you looked up from what you were doing and were startled again.
“You!” you shouted, making the boy’s eyes widen. He pulled his earbuds out of his ears and blinked a few times at you before you could tell he recognized you as well.
“Oh, hey,” he greeted, settling a few CDs down on the counter.
You smiled and started pulling them toward you to scan. “We bumped into each other earlier, do you remem—?”
“Yeah, you picked up my psych textbook for me,” he finished, sending you the cutest smile you’d ever seen in your life. Your heart did a little flip and you couldn’t help the way you kept smiling at him, biting at the inside of your cheek to try to tamper it down at least a little bit.
When you glanced up at him, you furrowed your brows at the bottom of his left cheek, right above his jaw. Was that blood? He seemed to notice where your gaze was focusing on and he touched it seemingly without thinking. “You alright?” you questioned, the curiosity eating at you; but he had also caught you staring, so you should probably ask something.
“Yeah, just a scratch,” he told you, drumming his fingers against the counter. A heavy atmosphere engulfed you along with the silence, and you licked your lips nervously.
“Do you usually come here?” you asked him quickly, with wide eyes. “I’ve never seen you in the store before.”
He scratched at the back of his neck before replying. “No, this is my first time coming here. I just transferred to this school for this semester, so I’m trying to find my way around.”
“Oh, nice,” you replied, starting to bag his items. “The school and area are really nice! I’ve been here since I started. I’m ____.” You smiled as you handed him the bag full of CDs and his smile widened as he took it from you, his fingers brushing against yours and making your stomach flip. He resembled a bunny and you could barely keep yourself from staring at him.
“Jungkook,” he replied, shifting on his feet a few times. “It was nice to meet you, ____. I’ll see you around school.”
You nodded eagerly. “Definitely! Don’t be a stranger if you see me around.” He smiled widely one last time and returned your nod with his own before he walked away from the front desk and out of the store, leaving behind a trail of butterflies in your stomach as you watched his back. He even had a nice back, damn.
Seokjin popped up from an isle and rushed to your side, a smirk plastered on his face. “So who’s that?”
You flinched, yelping loudly. You were thankful there were no other customers in the store to hear your reaction. You smacked his chest lightly with the back of your hand and gave him a blank look. “First of all, you scared me, you bitch.” He laughed at your nickname and pinched your arm in retaliation. “Second of all, I don’t know him that well, I just met him earlier today.”
Seokjin’s perfect eyebrow raised incredulously. “Are you sure? I could see your heart eyes from all the way over there.”
Your cheeks felt hot and you had to look away from him so he wouldn’t see them; from his ever apparent smirk, however, you were sure he caught your blush. “I’m sure. I just bumped into him after class.”
Seokjin hummed while he thought. “Well, he’s cute. And you definitely seemed to be interested in him. You should’ve asked for his number.”
“Seokjin!” you cried, attempting to punch his arm; he danced away from you quickly while he laughed loudly, stopping just out of arm’s reach of you. “I just met him! I’m not going to ask for his number, God.” You gnawed on your bottom lip for a few seconds before continuing. “Anyway, I just think he’s cute. I don’t know if I want to keep talking to him or not. I don’t know anything about him except that he apparently likes emo ass bands.”
He stared at you, the corners of his lips twitching, before he spoke. You knew it was coming, but you couldn’t do anything to stop him. “Better start listening to some Linkin Park, then.”
You smacked his shoulder while you hollered, his unique laugh echoing throughout the entire store. The rest of the day passed in similar fashion, with snide remarks thrown your way by Seokjin and you exclaiming loudly in annoyance and embarrassment.
When the time to leave came, you assured Seokjin he could leave first, since you knew he was excited to go and spend time with his friends at a party a few blocks away.
“Are you sure?” he asked, furrowing his brows.
“Yeah, I know you’ve been waiting for this party. You said your crush is there, right?”
Seokjin’s face lit up at the mention and you hid a smile behind the aisle between you while you put a few things back in place before completely closing the store.
“Yeah… But it’s like 8:30, I’ll stay and close up with you.”
“You really don’t have to,” you pushed, sending him a smile. “I’ve walked back alone hundreds of times, this time won’t be any different. I don’t live that far away.”
He gave you one of the dirtiest looks you’d ever seen. “Don’t lie to me, Hoseok usually picks you up. Actually, he usually bursts in and helps out while we get all our stuff ready to close. Is he not coming today?”
You clucked your tongue and shrugged. “He didn’t say he was, so I’m assuming he probably went to hang out with his music buddy or something after dance practice.”
Your coworker poked you with his finger, fake pouting at you. “Aw, are you jealous of Hoseok’s friend?”
You frowned and threw your head back dramatically. “Maybe.”
The two of you threw a few more jibes and jokes for the next few minutes, Seokjin refusing to leave your side. As you locked the front of the store with the manager key, you shifted your backpack on your shoulder.
“You really didn’t have to stay with me,” you told him. When you turned to look back at him, he was giving you a kind smile.
“I know. But I wanted to.” He placed a gentle hand on your shoulder while he led you down the sidewalk, the two of you going the same way for now; you didn’t actually live that far off from where he was heading. “Especially because you always go this way. You never know when someone might learn your routine!”
You rolled your eyes and shoved at him with your elbow playfully. “Shut up, oh my God. Don’t be so dramatic.”
He raised an eyebrow at you. “You think this is dramatic?”
At his words, you rushed to correct yourself, holding out your arms in your own defense. “No, no! This is nowhere near dramatic. I didn’t mean to insinuate that you were being dramatic!”
He walked you a few more blocks, throwing pun after pun at you aggressively and you couldn’t help but laugh at his jokes and the way he told them. You really loved spending time with your coworker; you were glad that most of your shifts were spent with Seokjin instead of anyone else or—God forbid—Namjoon.
When you reached the end of the sidewalk a few blocks away, you had to wave him goodbye; he was going to continue straight and you were going to the right, towards your apartment. He offered to walk you back to your place, but you noticed the tapping of his hand against his thigh and you shrugged him off. You had no doubt that he was being sincere in his offer, but you didn’t want to keep him from his friends any longer when he was so excited to see them.
You pulled your phone out while you walked and began typing out your message to Hoseok.
[to hobi 8:48pm] — hey, you done with practice?
Staring at your screen was frustrating as you waited for a response, but it eventually came.
[from hobi 8:56pm] — shit — i totally forgot you finished work at 8 — want me to come pick you up?
You bit back a smile and sighed, sure he was having fun with his friend. You glanced up at the road ahead of you to see how much you had left to walk.
[to hobi 8:58pm] — nah — i’m almost back — like 10 minutes
You shoved your phone back in your pocket, cursing yourself for forgetting your earbuds earlier that day in your room when you were rushing to get ready for your class. You’d have to walk back in silence, which you absolutely hated. Boredom would creep up on you quicker than usual when you had no music to keep you entertained.
When you turned the corner, you caught a glimpse of a shadow from the corner of your eye. You took a quick glance and saw a silhouette right where you had just been walking. You had to calm your breathing, convinced it was just Seokjin’s earlier joke that had paranoid you tonight. As you walked, you strained your ears to listen and heard another pair of footsteps behind you. Your heart leapt up into your throat as you panicked, your pace quickening just a bit. You pushed your hands into your pockets, keeping one wrapped around your phone and the other around your keys, just in case.
You were sure you could hear the footsteps behind you quicken, enough so that you could very clearly distinguish the sounds of your own steps and the two second delay of the person’s behind you. Maybe it was a good thing that you’d forgotten your earbuds that day. You had to resist the strong urge to look behind you, too afraid whoever it was would try to do something if you looked at them. Your breathing grew ragged while you walked, ready to break into a run at any moment. Your heart lodged itself into your throat while your intestines tightened around your organs. Your footsteps echoed loudly and blood rushed in your ears, straining more than you’ve ever strained them to listen to the steps behind you, which were quieter than yours.
You quietly thanked whatever was looking out for you when you saw the crosswalk signal turn green. As you neared it, you broke out into a run to get to the other side of the street as it began to count down and you didn’t stop running, your feet pounding against the sidewalk as you neared your apartment building, only a few ways ahead of you and in your line of sight. You didn’t know if whoever was behind you was still there, and you were too frightened to look back as you stopped in front of the glass door, hurrying to unlock it. Your hands were shaking as you yanked your keys out, cursing under your breath while you found the right one, shoving it into the lock and turning it, pushing the door open after pulling your keys out.
You kicked the door shut behind you and sprinted to the stairwell, running up them quickly. You ignored the burning in your calves while you ran up the four flights to your floor, shoving the door to the floor open and jogging to your apartment’s door. You panted harshly, almost wheezing, as you shakily unlocked your front door and hurried inside, pushing it closed behind you and locking the door immediately. You rested your forehead against it for a few moments while you caught your breath, sweat making your hair stick uncomfortably against your neck. After your breathing returned to semi-normal, you moved away from the door and dropped your keys on the counter as you always did, taking off your shoes by the door before walking further into the apartment.
What if they followed you back?
You paused at the disturbing thought and took a glance toward your windows, which were covered by the blinds. Biting your lip, you walked over to them slowly and lifted one of the panels to peek outside.
You didn’t see anyone.
You let it drop back immediately and let out a relieved sigh, shaking your head and going into your bedroom down the hall, your roommate’s door shut. You were sure the person hadn’t been following you—you were probably just on edge from Seokjin’s joke and being alone in the dark.
You convinced yourself of that all night, going to sleep restlessly.
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“I love watching you stuff your face,” Hoseok joked, his face betraying his annoyance. You raised your brow and began chewing with your mouth open to irritate him and he made a noise of disgust as he looked away from you.
“Shut it,” you replied instantly, shoveling more of the sandwich into your mouth. “I didn’t eat anything all day and my last class got cancelled so I’ve got time to just chill with you.”
He only hummed in response and you chose to ignore him, continuing to eat until your stomach didn’t feel like it was caving in on itself. You hadn’t finished your sandwich when you had an odd feeling, something prickling just under the skin of your neck and you turned your head but saw nothing.
Then you saw Jungkook, his hood drawn over his head and his eyes downcast, focused on the screen of his phone. His foot was tapping up and down repeatedly and you waited until he looked up from his phone, eyes meeting yours immediately.
A tingle shot through your spine.
“Jungkook!” you called loudly, making Hoseok flinch beside you. He looked over to where your line of sight was. You waved your arm above your head. “Come here!” You bit back the smile that threatened to overtake your expression as he pushed away from the wall of the building he’d been leaning against and started to make his way over to the two of you.
“Hey, ____,” he greeted softly with a smile as he neared the two of you, taking a seat on the grass beside you.
“You done with classes?” you asked him, licking your lips and hoping there weren’t any stray crumbs clinging to your skin from when you’d been eating like you were starved.
“Nah,” he replied with a sigh. “I left my last class early because I was so bored. I have another one in—” He cut himself off and glanced at his phone again. “—in about half an hour.” His big brown eyes lingered on your face and then dipped down to your mouth before he looked toward Hoseok and you could feel your cheeks flushing with heat.
“I’m Hoseok, her best friend,” the dancer said, breaking the tension that you felt swimming in your head. You couldn’t even convince yourself to face him, glance repeatedly finding their way to Jungkook’s face, shadowed by his hood.
“Jungkook. Nice to meet you.”
“How do you two know each other?” Hoseok asked, letting his gaze focus on you. “I’ve never known this one to be particularly social.”
Jungkook chuckled. “We recognized each other at the music store she works in the other day.”
“Ah,” Hoseok said, silence blanketing the three of you again. “I actually think I have to go, Yoongi’s been on my case about the choreography I asked him to help compose for.”
You immediately shot Hoseok a dirty look. “Am I your best friend or is he?”
Hoseok only winked in return as he gathered his things and left, waving and promising he’d see you later at the party. You sighed and shook your head, setting your sandwich back into the small ziplock bag and shoving it into your backpack.
“There’s a party?” Jungkook brought up, his face reflecting an interest as he watched you.
“Yeah,” you replied, smiling wide. “You should come! It’s tonight at the Theta frat’s house.”
Jungkook’s lips pursed for a second. “Isn’t it dangerous to go to a frat party alone?”
You cocked your head to the side. “What do you mean? There’s tons of people there.”
He shrugged and looked away from you almost shyly. “I’ve just been reading the news a lot and there’s been a lot of… incidents around here lately. I’m just worried.”
Your cheeks felt hot as he glanced back up and met your eyes again. “Th—there’s nothing to worry about!” You swallowed past the lump in your throat. “Plus, if—if you’re there, I—I wouldn’t have anything to worry about, would I?” Your heart was pounding and you couldn’t believe you’d just done that. Had you really just sort of vaguely asked Jungkook on a date to a frat party?
His pretty lips tugged into a shy smile, his own cheeks tinting pink. He coughed awkwardly into his hand and then nodded quickly. “Yeah, you’re—you’re right! If I’m there, you’d have nothing to worry about.” His smile was so big you weren’t sure how his cheeks weren’t aching and your own smile mirrored his.
The both of you started laughing, shy and flustered at the conversation that had just taken place between you.
When you lifted your head back up to look at him, his smile faded away and his eyes darted down to your lips. Your heart picked up speed and he raised his hand, reaching for your face. You were still as his palm cupped your jaw and your eyes were open wide, fingers trembling with desire as you watched his pupils dilate. His thumb brushed across the corner of your mouth and then you watched his Adam’s apple bob in his throat as he dropped his hand away from your face, the drag of his fingers against your skin shooting tingles through you.
“There was, um—a crumb,” he said quietly, voice low and murmuring.
“Oh,” you breathed. The air was thick with tension and you bit your lip, ignoring the heat that shot through you when his eyes were drawn to the movement. “Thank you.”
“No problem,” he replied immediately, eyes still focused on your lips.
“I, um, I have work,” you said dumbly, blinking through the haze of want. “I should go.”
“Oh, yeah, definitely,” he told you, leaning back onto his palms. “You shouldn’t be late.”
“Exactly,” you mumbled, swallowing and grabbing your backpack to sling over your shoulder. “I’ll see you later!”
“Yeah,” he said quietly as you made your way back to the sidewalk and began your trek to work now that Hoseok had ditched you. “Be careful.”
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Most of your shift had been uneventful, as usual. You were supposed to be working with Seokjin again, but he had an “emergency"—not that you doubted him, of course—and you were now stuck with Namjoon for the entirety of your shift. Which was only another hour longer, thank God. If you had to listen to his complaints about how you cleaned and reshelved you were actually going to explode.
You were in the back of one of the furthest aisles, just wanting to be as far away from him as you could be, when the little bell signaling the door opening trilled. You just sighed, sure that Namjoon would get the customer’s attention and help them out while you restocked one of the albums in the back corner. You could vaguely here the two of them murmuring in the front and then silence.
"Hey, ____,” a soft voice whispered from beside you.
You barely choked back a scream and jumped a foot into the air. You looked to the side and saw Jungkook, smiling shyly with his hood up as usual.
“Jungkook!” You were surprised, eyes widening. “You’re back.”
“Yeah, I thought I'd—is it not okay for me to come?” he asked, suddenly quieter. His tone was worried and you bit back a smile at how adorable he looked, head cocked and brows furrowed with concern.
“It’s fine,” you whispered. “I hate working with Namjoon alone, so you are most definitely a bonus.”
Jungkook’s eyes were dark as he hummed, glancing back toward the register where Namjoon was doing manager things you were sure. “Why? Does he harass you or something?”
Your face scrunched up immediately. “What? No! He’s just a pain in the ass and gets on my nerves.” You didn’t notice Jungkook’s shoulders relaxing as he turned back to face you, your hands already fixing the albums to the right so you could fit more of the new ones from the box onto the shelf. “Anyway, what brings you here?”
He stepped closer. “You,” he murmured.
You furrowed your brows and angled your body toward his. “What do you me—”
His hands were pressing softly into your shoulders, backing you gently into the shelf as he leaned forward and pressed his lips onto yours. A shocked noise erupted from your throat and your eyes were wide as he pushed against you a little harder. You looked into his face and noticed his own eyes were open but lidded, pupils blown wide. He bit gently into your lower lip and heat pooled between your legs. You had to squeeze your thighs together as he pulled back, leaving your lips tingling.
When he was stood completely in front of you, his face was no longer impassive as it had been when he kissed you. He looked worried and insecure, eyes darting around and refusing to stay focused on your face. His hands dropped to his sides, but he stayed where he was standing.
“Was that—should I not have done that?” he asked quietly.
You needed to gather your bearings, blinking through the haze that his kiss had brought. “N-no, that’s not…” you trailed off, shyly pressing your hands to his chest and dragging them up to his shoulders slowly. You felt his body twitch under your fingers. “You should do it again,” you whispered to him, biting your lip and looking at him through your lashes.
He let out a shaky breath that you didn’t know he had been holding in. “Okay,” he agreed, leaning forward again and pressing his mouth to yours. His hands came back to your body as you wrapped your arms around his neck, dragging his fingers slowly across your ribcage, your shirt catching on his fingertips. He dug them into your waist, hard, and you had to swallow down a moan at the feeling as your back arched and your chest pressed further into his. He stepped even closer and your shoulder blades dug into the edge of the shelf as he kissed you harder, moving his lips against yours quicker.
You heard your name being called faintly and you snapped your eyes open, sliding your hands back down to Jungkook’s chest and pushing him away lightly. He pushed forward instead, biting down on your bottom lip hard. You held back the groan in your chest and shoved at his chest again. He got the message and pulled away, looking down at you with dark eyes, pupils dilated so wide that you could barely see the irises.
“Coming!” you called to Namjoon, who had thankfully not come looking for you for once. You turned back to Jungkook, who was still holding you close. He blinked a few times and pulled his hands away, stepping back to give you room to maneuver around him.
“I’ll, uh—” Jungkook cleared his throat awkwardly, cheeks flushed and chest moving rapidly.
“See you at the party?” you asked hopefully.
He smiled widely and nodded his head, lifting his hand and scratching at the back of his neck. “Yeah, at the party. I’ll see you there.” He turned and left the aisle, fixing his hoodie from where it had slipped back a bit as he went. You waited only a few more moments before leaving the aisle yourself, fixing your hair and hoping that your lips weren’t too swollen as to give away what the two of you had been doing.
You braced yourself for Namjoon’s scoldings for the rest of the shift, sure that he found something to complain about in the span of a few minutes.
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When you’d first left work, it had been before Namjoon. He wanted to close up the store himself and told you to go ahead; you didn’t need to be told twice, unwilling to dampen your mood anymore before the party. It didn’t take long for you to arrive, the party already in full swing when you walked through the threshold of the door and into the throng of people already getting smashed—in both connotations of the word.
To be honest, after the shift you’d had with Namjoon and Jungkook’s surprise visit, all you wanted to do was spot the boy once more and get your hands on him again. You had mentally cursed yourself for not getting his number before your abrupt departure earlier, since you now had no idea where he was or if he was still even coming.
You’d barely spoken to Hoseok and his other best friend, Yoongi, who had mumbled his introduction so lowly that you hadn’t even really heard him, when they came up to you after ten minutes of incessantly texting your best friend to come find you. The dancing was taking a very filthy turn in the makeshift “dance floor” of the frat’s house and Hoseok had ditched both you and Yoongi to go mingle and roll his body like the social butterfly that he was. You assumed Yoongi found it too unbearably awkward standing around with you, because he muttered something that got carried away with the music to you before leaving your side as well, leaving you alone once more.
Hands grabbed at your sides and you jumped, turning quickly and preparing to slam your palm against whoever it was that had gripped you. You met Jungkook’s alarmingly wide eyes and you smiled brightly.
“Jungkook!”
He smiled widely in return and removed a hand from your waist to gesture at his ear before nudging you along with the palm still pressed to you. The two of you quickly ended up in the kitchen, surrounded by a few others and a ton of drinks. It was a lot quieter here and you were able to finally hear anything besides the music pumping from the frat’s speakers.
“When did you get here?” you asked him, watching him grab a bottle from the counter top and drinking in the sight of his bare forearms, usually covered by his hoodies. He leaned against the counter top and gave you a small bunny-like smile.
“Not that long ago, actually. I had some stuff to do before coming,” he replied. He didn’t expand on what stuff and you hummed, leaning across from him on the island behind you full of snack bowls and more alcohol. He looked down and took a swig from his drink before meeting your eyes again. “How long ago did you get here?”
“Maybe an hour or so,” you chirped, raking in his tight shirt and how well his jeans were shaping his thighs. After the short exchange of small talk, the liquid courage seemed to be affecting Jungkook and he was slowly inching toward you until he had you between his body and the edge of the island in the kitchen. The proximity had left you breathless, his hand coming up to graze fingers across your forearm and tangling with your own fingers.
The bass of the music had already begun to dizzy you along with the smell of Jungkook’s cologne on your breath. He dipped forward and brushed his nose against yours softly. Your breath hitched and your lids dropped halfway as he shuffled closer and brushed his lips against yours, so close yet not close enough.
He pulled back and you chased his lips with yours, biting back a whine when he wouldn’t press his mouth to yours. “Maybe we should take this upstairs?” he asked with a smirk playing on his lips, hand finally gripping yours. You nodded eagerly, eyes drawn to how his teeth bit down into his bottom lip as he led you up the stairs toward the bedrooms.
When you two were walking through the hall toward the multitude of doors, he finally turned to press his lips to yours harshly. Jungkook’s hands were all over you, leaving trails of fire where his skin touched yours. Your mouth was hot against his, his tongue licking into your mouth and attempting to taste all of you.
He backed you into the foreign bedroom, ignoring the couples in the hallway as he kicked the door shut behind him. He turned the two of you quickly, pressing your back into the door roughly. You keened at the feel of the wood, arching your back and bringing your hands up to his shoulders, digging your fingers into his skin. He groaned against your lips and pulled away quickly, moving down to focus on your jaw. He nipped gently at your earlobe and then pressed kisses into your jawline. Halfway down your jaw he bit down hard, making you yelp.
“Jungkook, ow, that—that hurt,” you moaned, wincing at the feel of his teeth. He pulled back a little, lips still brushing against where he’d bitten you as he spoke.
“Sorry,” he murmured, pressing the flat of his tongue against the bite mark and then trailing his teeth gently over it. “You just taste so good.”
Heat pooled between your thighs and you hummed, pressing your chest into his as he continued his ministrations more gently this time. His hand moved down to the hem of your dress and he slid his fingers up softly from your knee. Shivers ran down your spine as he brushed his fingers up tantalizingly, barely brushing against your skin as they reached your thigh and he slid your dress up in his hand.
His fingers moved course to your inner thigh, pinching gently at the skin. You jumped and a brazen sound came out of your throat. You attempted to squeeze your thighs together in response, but Jungkook’s hand between your legs made that impossible.
“Uh-uh,” he mumbled, looking down at his hand. His fingers pressed against your clothed core, rubbing roughly against the fabric and making you keen. “You’re already so wet for me,” he said, pupils blown wide when he looked back up at you. He pulled his hand back and brought the other down to your thighs, placing his palms on the backs. “Up,” he commanded. You immediately did as he asked, arousal swirling and building in your belly as you hopped up and wrapped your legs around his hips, using his toned shoulders as a purchase.
He walked the two of you toward the bed slowly, fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs hard enough to leave bruises. His mouth was pressing hot kisses onto your collarbone, his tongue warm and his teeth sharp. “Jungkook,” you moaned, bringing your hands up into his hair and tugging him back. He looked up at you in a daze, eyes unfocused. “Jungkook, fuck me,” you whimpered, rocking yourself against him as he stilled.
“Fuck,” he swore, walking faster to the bed and completely dropping you onto it. You made a small noise as you bounced on the mattress after landing on your back. You sat up onto your elbows and Jungkook was immediately upon you, getting on the bed and towering over you, pressing his open mouth against yours again. “Get your dress off,” he growled, trailing his mouth down to your jaw and kissing down to your neck.
You hurried to do as he said, reaching back and undoing the zipper before you shimmied out of the piece, exposing your bare breasts to him. He stopped for a moment, marveling at the sight of your chest in front of him, and then he groaned and grabbed your dress where it was bunched up by your hips and tugged it down your legs. You heard the fabric tear, but you were so mesmerized by the boy in front of you that you didn’t care and just lifted your legs to help him get the dress off.
You grabbed at the hem of his tight shirt and tugged it up, revealing his toned stomach. He lifted his arms and you pulled it the rest of the way off, chucking the shirt somewhere off the bed. Jungkook leaned into your body, his chest pressing into yours and you shivered at the feel of his bare skin against yours.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, caging you into the bed with his arms. He pressed soft kisses into your neck and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, resting your palms on his back. He trailed one of his hands down your torso until he reached your panties. He shoved them down, huffing when they caught on your hip at an odd angle. Once they were sufficiently shoved away, he pressed the pads of his fingers against your slit and rubbed them up and down.
“Shit—Jungkook, please,” you whimpered, moving your hips against his fingers. He bit down on your neck hard, making you whine, and shoved two fingers inside of you at once. You keened loudly, the stretch of his fingers leaving a slight burn. He stopped his fingers when they were buried to the knuckle inside of you and he curled his fingers up. You knew he was looking for your sweet spot, his fingers searching along your walls.
“You’re so damn tight,” he grunted, finally finding what he was looking for. He rubbed his fingers into the rough patch, making you arch your back and moan loudly. He licked the spot where he’d bitten you. “When was the last time someone fucked you?” You didn’t answer and he pulled his fingers halfway out before shoving them back in roughly, making you cry out with pleasure as he aimed for your sweet spot. “Answer me.”
“A long time!” you whined, blinking through the stars and trying to move your hips along his thrusting fingers. “You’re the first in a while,” you panted.
“Good,” he mumbled into your skin. He wrapped his lips around the throbbing spot on your neck and sucked hard, pressing his teeth in lightly again. You moaned at the mix of pain and pleasure, the heat pooling between your legs and dirtying his hand encouraging Jungkook to continue his ministrations. “You’re all mine.”
You clenched around his fingers and bucked your hips up into his hand, his palm rubbing into your clit deliciously. “More, Jungkook, please—”
He dragged his tongue up your throat to a spot right behind your ear, where he pressed sloppy kisses into. Pressure was building in the pit of your belly, sparks of pleasure radiating from where his hand was focused on you. He seemed to have noticed your erratic movements and breaths and he pulled away, taking his fingers with him. You clenched around nothing and glanced at him hazily, whining loudly from the bottom of your throat.
“When you come, it’s going to be with my cock in your pussy,” Jungkook said gruffly, shifting up onto his knees. The arousal building in your belly heightened at his words and the shudder your body gave in response bordered on painful. He spread your thighs apart as he backed up on the bed, two of his fingers sticky with your juices as they dug into the heated flesh. The feeling of your own arousal smearing your skin and Jungkook’s clear focused eyes trained on you had your cheeks heating and slick dripping out of you.
“Jungkook,” you whimpered, aching for friction. He hummed in response and lowered himself onto his stomach, his face coming within inches of you. His breath fanned across you and you shivered, throwing your head back. He kept your legs parted as he moved forward, pressing his open mouth against your folds. His tongue pressed delicately against you, running up and down the slit. You screamed with ecstasy, the bass from the party music vibrating through your bones.
He pressed a chaste kiss against you and then started moving his mouth, pressing the flat of his tongue roughly into your folds. He lapped up your juices, lewd slurping noises filling the room and your ears. You couldn’t help yourself and brought your hands down into his dark hair, gripping it tightly in your hand. He groaned into you at the feeling and you followed with your own noise of bliss at the slight vibration. He moved up to your swollen clit, rolling it with the tip of his tongue teasingly. You were panting harshly, rocking your hips up into his face as the throngs of pleasure took hold of you. He pulled his tongue away for a second and before you could protest, he was sucking harshly and you couldn’t hold back the screams that spilled from your lips.
Jungkook pulled his mouth away from you with an obscene noise, smacking his wet and sticky lips together. You looked down your body at him and met his eyes, which were blown wide as he watched you. His tongue swiped across his lower lip, his mouth swollen a pretty dark pink and shining with your slick.
“Stop teasing me,” you begged, denied for the second time of your orgasm. It was becoming painful, the ache between your legs. Jungkook chuckled and then started to undo his pants as he sat up, kicking them off as he crawled back up your body. You heard the soft thud of the fabric hitting the floor as Jungkook leaned down to press his bare chest against yours again, his mouth pressing hastily into yours. Your hands slipped from his hair to his shoulders as you opened your mouth to allow him access.
He rolled his hips forward, his dick hard and hot where it nudged against your folds. Both of you groaned at the feeling and he continued to roll himself against you, your slick arousal coating the length of him as he pushed harder into you. Lost to your pleasure, neither of you could focus on kissing and instead were breathing heavily against each others’ lips. His mouth brushed against yours lightly with every rock of his hips, the bed creaking underneath your bodies.
“Fuck, have to be inside of you right now,” he grunted, his voice filled with urgency. He grabbed himself at the base with one hand, looking down your bodies as he rubbed the head of his dick up and down you. Your breath came out shaky as the wet noises and light stimulation caught up with you.
You dug your nails into his shoulders and he cursed under his breath. “I need you inside me, Jungkook, please—please I need it,” you panted.
He paused, one arm beside your shoulder and the other still gripping himself. He was still nudging gently against you as he looked up at you with a glint in his eyes. “Yeah?” he baited breathlessly. “You need it? Tell me how much you need my cock.” You bit your bottom lip, only needing a second to know he was serious. He was holding himself still, barely pressing against you with any significant force. His chest and neck were flushed a beautiful shade of red and you could see how tense and taut the line of his shoulders and arms were; you wondered how he could have the self-restraint to keep still like this when you were splayed out under him, for him.
“I need it so bad, Jungkook,” you started, feeling the heat of your flushing skin spreading to your ears and throat. “I want your cock so bad, I need to feel you inside me, I want—I want you to fill me up with your cock, please—” You could feel tears forming at the corners of your eyes as you begged for his dick, begged him to fuck you, and it only added another thick layer of arousal that glazed over your mind and body.
He swore loudly, pushing the head of his dick into you hurriedly. It pushed through your folds and you clenched immediately, feeling like you could come right then and there. You whimpered loudly as you arched your back. He kept shuffling closer until he was completely sheathed inside of you.
“Your pussy is so tight, just for me, isn’t that right?” he asked roughly, voice strained with the effort to stay still as he waited for you to adjust to the intrusion. He leaned down and peppered kisses across your cheeks and mouth and chin, mumbling praises into your skin.
“Yes,” you gasped, clenching tightly around him. “Just for you, just for you.”
“That’s right, you’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” He rolled his hips into you, eliciting a strangled moan and he nipped your chin as he pulled out a little bit and shoved back in. “You’re so wet I barely had to prep you, I bet I could’ve just slid right in,” he continued, voice thick with arousal. He leaned down until his bare chest was pressing you down into the mattress as he started to piston in and out of you, starting a bruising pace.
You moaned wantonly as his dick dragged against your walls, the natural curve fitting inside of you just right. Every few thrusts had the head nudging against the rough patch of your sweet spot and your orgasm was building quickly.
“Jungkook,” you whined. “That feels so good, oh m—my God—”
“Fuck you’re such a good little bitch for me,” he grunted, shoving himself into you harder and faster. He brought one hand down between your bodies to push the pads of his slippery fingers into your swollen clit. He rubbed it in time with his thrusts, leaving you a brazen mess under his touch. It didn’t take long for you to see stars, the denial from earlier adding fuel to the fire in the pit of your stomach. Your toes curled as you clenched like a vice around his dick while it moved in and out of you, his fingers moving relentlessly on your clit. Your orgasm hit you with a force you’d never felt before, leaving you panting for air and trembling.
He kept rolling his hips in and out of you, helping you ride out the aftershocks of pleasure that continued to sprout in your veins. Soon, however, the seeds of pleasure turned into painful little spikes where the two of you were joined.
“J-Jungkook, it hurts—” you cried weakly, your body moving in time with each snap of his hips into yours.
He shushed you gently, rubbing soft circles on your clit. “I know you can take it, can’t you? You’re so good for me, you were made to take it, weren’t you?” Through the thin haze of pain, arousal stirred in your belly and between your thighs again. You whined from the back of your throat and shuddered. Jungkook pressed a loud smacking kiss against your mouth. “It’ll feel good again, I know you can come for me again, baby.” You squeezed your thighs against his hips as tight as you could and soon you were clenching around him and writhing with pleasure again. Tendrils of blissful ecstasy ran through your limbs from where he was shoving in and out of you and you shut your eyes, face screwing up.
Jungkook moved his lips against yours languidly as he snapped his hips into yours as hard as he could, curses spilling from his lips and into yours. His thrusts were no longer well timed and melded into a mess of sporadic rocks into you, barely pulling out as he pushed into you roughly. He bit down on your lip and you keened loudly at the sudden spike of pain. It was just enough to tip you over the edge again, your second orgasm more intense than the first. Tears spilled to your cheeks from how hard you squeezed your eyes at the pleasure blossoming in your lower abdomen and between your thighs.
Jungkook bit down harder on your lip as he slowed his thrusts into you, come spurting out and against your walls. He rolled his hips lazily into you a few more times as his teeth broke skin and the metallic taste of copper slipped into your mouth. He panted brokenly against your lips as his hips came to a stop inside you, his come filling you up so completely that you could already feel it dripping out of you even though his dick was still nestled inside of you.
He pulled out slowly and kissed you harshly, the taste of your blood mixing on your tongues. You could feel his seed dripping out of you and onto the bed sheets, which were completely soiled from the both of you. When he pulled back, his lips were puffy and red and he looked down at his come slipping down to the bed.
“You look so good like this, fucked and completely mine,” he muttered, fixated on the way it was drenching you. “I almost don’t want to clean you. Look how dirty you’ve made me and the bed.”
Your cheeks flushed with humiliation. You swallowed and attempted to close your legs, the sticky feeling cooling and beginning to dry against your skin. You sucked your bottom lip into your mouth, running your tongue across where it was throbbing, glad that there wasn’t any blood coming out of your lip anymore—you were going to look like you’d gotten in some kind of fight later.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” Jungkook cooed, leaning forward and pressing his puckered lips to your forehead as you started to sit up on the bed. “It’s just me that’s seeing it and you look beautiful like this, stuffed full of my come and flushed.” His words only stirred the butterflies fluttering in your belly, your flesh coloring even darker. “No one else will ever see this,” he murmured, kissing your cheek tenderly before backing away and getting off the bed. Your brows furrowed slightly at his words but you ignored the weird feeling in the back of your mind as you watched him grab some tissues from the dresser on the other side.
When he came back to your side on the bed, he made swift work of moving your legs how he wanted so he could clean you as best he could. You continued to stare at him as he finished up, tossing the tissues into the trash beside the bed. When he finished and set it back down, he nudged you back onto the bed and then he flopped over beside you, the both of you still bare and sweating. He tugged the blanket out from underneath your bodies and covered both of you, curling into your side and nuzzling his nose into your neck as his arm wrapped around your nude waist.
“Jungkook, we can’t just sleep here,” you chuckled, wiggling under the weight of his arm.
“Yes we can,” he chirped, blinking his eyes open to look at you. Up close he was even more startlingly beautiful than before, his eyes wide and doe-like and his lips puckering perfectly around every word. “I have a buddy in this frat, Taehyung, and this is his room. He never comes back to his room during parties.”
You hummed and let Jungkook cuddle closer to your body. You really should get up, go back to your apartment, or at least text Hoseok. But Jungkook’s body was invitingly warm beside yours and petals blossomed in your veins where his skin grazed yours. You let your eyes flutter shut, lulled to sleep by the soft puffs of Jungkook’s breathing on your neck.
When you woke, Jungkook’s arm was still wrapped snugly around your body. You squinted over at your phone on the nightstand, grabbing it and blanching at the time. You still had a few hours left, but your shift was sadly the morning one this time around and you needed to shower and eat before heading down to your job.
You lifted Jungkook’s arm by his hand gently, scooting to the edge and placing it back down on the mattress as slowly as you could. You licked your dry lips and wrinkled your nose as you scoured for your clothing, slipping your panties on over your sore legs and wiggling back into your dress. With your phone in hand, you quietly made your way to the door and took one back look at Jungkook’s sleeping form before leaving the room and shutting the door silently.
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Your shift had been uneventful, as it always was. Barely anyone came in and you were just idly sitting behind the cash register as Seokjin organized the shelves. Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you pulled it out to check since there were no customers and no Namjoon to bite your head off.
[from unknown 10:01am] — hey :)
You stared at the screen blankly, unsure of who was texting you or if you should even reply.
[from unknown 10:04am] — this is jungkook, btw — hope u don’t mind i got ur number!
Your face lit up and you could hear Seokjin make an interested noise as he came to stand behind the register with you.
[to jungkook 10:05am] — oh hey! :) — yeah, thats fine
You clicked the contact information and added him to your contacts quickly. When you opened his chat thread again, there were a couple of messages waiting for you.
[from jungkook 10:05am] — u were gone when i woke up… — everything still good?
[to jungkook 10:06am] — yeah, sorry abt that — i have the early shift today — had to leave :(
“Who’s Jungkook?” Seokjin piped. You slammed your phone down onto the counter and willed your blush away as you looked back at the man. You could feel your phone vibrating but you slipped it back into your pocket to avoid more of Seokjin’s inevitable teasing.
“It’s that guy from last time,” you mumbled, cheeks warm. Seokjin proceeded to “Ooo” and poke your sides as you tried to wave him away. You were laughing and yelped as he jabbed his finger into your waist when the door’s tiny bell rang and your attention was directed there.
A familiar figure walked in, donned in the usual hoodie. “Jungkook!” you breathed, smile still plastered across your face. Jungkook’s answering smile was tight and his eyes trailed lower down your body. You could feel your skin flush in response, remembering the night before, and Seokjin’s hands detached from your body. He stayed behind you as Jungkook came up and leaned onto the counter top.
“Hey,” he replied, voice infinitely more soft as he focused on you.
“What brings you here?” you asked.
“Just missed you,” he quipped. His eyes darted back to your coworker before he lowered his voice, tone husky. “Missed how you taste.” His voice wasn’t quiet enough and you knew Seokjin heard him when the man coughed behind you and cleared his throat, muttering something about going to the back.
You nodded confirmation that you’d heard him and shifted awkwardly where you stood. Jungkook’s eyes followed Seokjin as he went until he disappeared from view behind the aisles of CDs and vinyl records. The boy’s big beautiful eyes landed on you again and you shivered at the intensity, the same intensity he’d shown you when his hands had been all over you the night before. His hand reached out toward yours, which were resting on the top of the glass counter showcasing some tiny trinkets. His finger gently traced over yours, starting at the knuckle and trailing up to your fingertip and you bit down on your lip.
Jungkook’s eyes stayed focused on your face as he caressed your hand. His gaze dropped to where you were gnawing on your bottom lip, where there was still a noticeable cut and slight swell to it. He licked his lips as he saw the mark he’d given you just hours ago.
“You’re lucky Namjoon isn’t the one working with me today,” you told him cheekily, sticking your tongue out as you withdrew your hand from in front of him. He merely hummed, lips puckering into the cutest pout you’d ever seen while he watched your hand slip from under his fingers. “He’d be so pissed if you came to loiter and I’d hear so much shit about it afterwards.”
Jungkook’s lips tugged up into a smile. “Hey! I’m not loitering!”
You couldn’t bite back the smile any longer and let it consume your expression, eyes crinkling with the width of it. “Then what would you call what you’re doing right now? It’s totally loitering!”
The boy in front of you raised a brow, expression shifting into something cocky. “Loitering is standing around without an apparent purpose. I clearly have a purpose in being here.”
You almost didn’t want to ask what the purpose was, seeing as the answer was quite obvious. But the way he looked at you was begging for you to ask, his eyes sparkling and full of mirth. “And what is said purpose, Jungkook?”
“To see you,” he answered softly, expression changing again into a gentle smile and crinkled eyes as he looked at you. You looked down immediately, covering your burning face with your hands. You could hear him chuckling softly, his laughter light and higher-pitched than you thought it would be. “Hey,” he prompted, getting your attention again. “Do you guys have any CDs for The Bravery?”
You dropped your hands slowly and had to think for a bit, the name of the group not immediately coming to mind. “Hold on, let me check,” you muttered, turning toward the desktop computer on the other end of the counter and looking up their name. “Oh, we do, but they’re probably in the back since there’s only two. I’ll go get it for y—”
Jungkook cut you off quickly, smiling brightly. “No worries, I’ll just go get one. Your coworker is back there right? What was his name again?”
“Seokjin,” you supplied. “Uh, yeah, that’s fine then. My shift is supposed to end in a few minutes anyway. My stuff’s all up here, so—”
“I can walk you out after. I’ll only be a little while.” He waved jokingly to you as he walked toward the back door, broad back disappearing behind the shelves. You licked your lips and squeezed your legs together at the memory of the skin of that back under your hands, shaking the thought out of your head.
The clock struck eleven soon after and you started to grab your stuff, taking off your name tag and slipping it into your bag before slinging it over your shoulder. You looked at the time on your phone and huffed, wondering what was taking the two boys so long to find the CD and come out of the back room.
Jungkook finally appeared, popping out from between the two shelves and giving you a bright smile as he came up to stand beside you. “I can walk you out,” he said, gesturing for you to go in front of him.
“Oh, I’m just waiting for Seokjin to let him know I’m leaving first,” you replied, craning your neck and wondering where said boy was.
Jungkook placed a hand on your shoulder, sliding it down to rest on your shoulder blade. “He told me to tell you to go ahead first, actually,” he continued. “He’s still sorting some stuff that fell over while we were back there.”
You furrowed your brows. That was odd; Seokjin never told you to go without seeing him first. “Oh, okay.” As the two of you walked over toward the door, you turned to Jungkook. “Did you find the CDs?”
His lips pulled into a frown. “No, it must have been misplaced or something.”
“Damn, I’m sorry,” you pacified quickly.
He smiled and shrugged, reaching out to hold the door open for you. “It’s fine, I can just come back some other time for it.” You sighed and took a step out, turning back to smile at him for holding the door open. You caught sight of his hand as he followed after you and you gasped, surging forward and grabbing at said hand.
“Oh my God, are you okay? What happened?” you asked as you examined the red cuts on his knuckles. They still looked kind of fresh and you looked up at him with concern.
His eyes were wide as they met yours, pulling his hand away and pink dusting his cheeks. You realized you’d stepped right into his space, pressing your side almost completely against his chest in your haste to check his knuckles. Your own cheeks felt hot and you mumbled an apology as you stepped away from him.
“I’m fine,” he answered you quietly, shoving his hand into his pocket and wincing as the fabric must have slid roughly against the broken skin. “Me and my frat buddy Taehyung—I told you about him right?” You nodded and he went on, stepping forward and pressing the palm of his hand to your back. “We were messing around this morning when he came back and it got a little rough.” At your worried look, he sent you a blinding smile. “It’s really fine, don’t worry about it. I’ll walk you home.”
You bit your lip and nodded your affirmation as he led you down the sidewalk with his hand on the small of your back. The entire way to your apartment, you felt safe beside him, for once not feeling like there were eyes following your every move from afar.
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Christmas Is Waiting for You
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Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Phone sex!au / Humor / Smut / Fluff
Synopsis: Being home for the holidays surrounded by your well-meaning family isn’t that bad. All you have to do is (1) survive the Andersons’ annual Christmas Eve party, (2) avoid all questions about your job, and (3) avoid your high school nemesis and crush, Jeon Jungkook.
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a/n: Thank you to the beautiful @underthejoon​ for asking me to be a part of The Very Merry Fic-Mas collab with @kpopfanfictrash​ @kittae​ @hobidreams @floralseokjin​ and @winetae and the beautiful @baebae-goodnight​ for the moodboard!!!
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You don't hate Christmas. It's not that.
Who doesn't like twinkling lights and warm drinks and wrapped presents?
It was all the rest of it, all the other stuff. Like this stuff.
Standing beside the buffet table in the Anderson's dining room, fir boughs strung between the wall sconces, a fat Santa figurine staring at you from the decorative plates, and a miniature snow-topped village nestled above the fireplace, it feels as though a Hallmark movie vomited in here. Christmas music plays throughout the house sounding like a drum march meant to forcibly whip up the holiday spirit.
Taking a sip of your drink, you avoid the gaze of your parents' well-meaning friends.
Christmas Eve always feels like something momentous might happen, something ridiculously romantic and fairytale-like. Maybe a lumberjack will appear in this cul-de-sac, throw an axe over his shoulder and need your help to save his Christmas tree farm from a corporate take-over. Or a harried toy store owner who carves wooden train sets will beg for your help with his bookkeeping. You could push up your glasses and fix his spreadsheets while he gazes at you in appreciative wonder.
You hate the outdoors, though. Why did anyone think going out into nature was a good idea? And the only thing you hate more than hiking is numbers in small boxes that require organizing, so you aren't going to have a romantic kiss while the credits roll. It doesn't matter anyway. You don't have a fabulously high-paying corporate job to quit after learning the true meaning of the holiday or whatever the hell is supposed to happen.
You have a job you like. You just can't tell anyone about it.  You check your phone, ten more minutes until your call.
This party is filled with neighbors you grew up with, former classmates and even some teachers from elementary school and high school. Your hometown is small. Everyone knows something about everyone else, even if it's just passed-along rumors. Like a game of telephone has been played round and round for decades.
Unfortunately, your parents wouldn't let you miss this annual tradition – the Anderson's Christmas Eve party and ugly Christmas sweater contest.
"Oh, y/n, Mrs. Anderson announces brightly with a patronizing smile. Her hair is so rigidly coifed it looks like a football helmet. "We haven't seen you in a while."
Not since last year's party. You haven't been home to your parents' house in months. It's only a forty-five-minute train ride from the city, but the journey requires more mental energy than you can afford. Eventually, someone remembers the one thing that anyone knows about you in this town, and it gets awkward. You take a too large sip of your hot mulled wine, scalding your throat.
"How is law school, dear?" she asks, patting her hair as if to confirm a small bird hasn't nested in there.
"I dropped out."
You used to be vague – I'm taking a semester off or I'm on a break – but it's better to just get it over with. You aren't going back, thank God.
"Oh, well, I'm sure there's other . . ." her voice trails off as she thinks of what you might be able to do now that the one thing you've planned on doing for your entire life is no longer a possibility. She takes in your torn jeans, scuffed boots, and truly ugly sweater—a red and green monstrosity not fit for hipsters—you do not half-ass the ugly sweater competition.
"I'm working as a legal secretary," you lie. The practiced words roll off your tongue easily. You've had three months since you were laid off to repeat it. Your parents, your grandparents and apparently random neighbors who barely remember you, they all believe you. Who knew you were so good at lying?
"Well, isn't that a good idea? Maybe you'll meet a nice lawyer."
The only lawyers you met were assholes but dare to dream Mrs. Anderson. Your lack of enthusiasm at an office romance seems to have her looking for an end to this conversation.
Glancing over your shoulder, Mrs. Anderson's eyes alight. "Oh, look who's here."
It's either Santa Claus or Jesus, because she looks like she just saw a miracle. She shakes her head. "I think his hair a little long, and I heard he got a tattoo," she confides.
Well, that does sound scandalous for this neighborhood. Good thing none of them know about your job, you probably wouldn't be invited back. Maybe you should tell them.
"He's in medical school, you know, and so handsome."
Settle down, lady.
"You know him," she exclaims. "Didn't you graduate high school at the same time? He was valedictorian."
No. No way. He hasn't been back here in years. You never run into him. He skips out on all the 'remember when' crap that your parents won't let you miss. It can't be him.
"You know, Jungkook, the Jeon's oldest son."
Oh, God. It is. You resist the urge to turn around, proud of yourself for not giving in to check out your high school nemesis. Your resolve lasts a little over five seconds. The mulled wine must be stronger than you realized. Taking a deep breath, you follow Mrs. Anderson's gaze to the front door.
Jungkook's standing in entryway, flanked by his parents and a small group of adoring neighbors. His hair is dark brown like high school, but longer now. It’s a little wavy and falling into his eyes. His ears are pierced, and he wears small silver hoops that look almost delicate. A hint of a tattoo winds up from under the collar of his red sweater. Before you can stop yourself, you wonder what it is and how far it spreads, and if he's more interesting than he ever seemed. His big brown doe eyes look genuinely happy to be here. Ugh, of course he does, Mr. Perfect Attendance, Mr. Higher than a 4.0 GPA, Mr. Highest Scoring Forward, and most irritatingly, Mr. Valedictorian. He's lost the cuteness everyone in high school sighed over, and now, even you can admit it, he is so fucking attractive he looks like he stepped out of a magazine.
Mrs. Anderson pushes aside the other guests to welcome him. She must be thrilled he graced her party with his presence.
You look away, taking a steadying breath and trying to think of a way to leave early. Your phone buzzes with a text.
I'm running late. Can you give me ten minutes? I'm sorry.
He's always so polite, you think. Then you remember your roommate's words.
"Serial killers were probably polite," Yoongi said, pouring another cup of coffee before sitting down at the kitchen table of your shared apartment.
"He's not a serial killer," you repeat, wondering why you're forced to have this conversation every morning. "You need to stop listening to those true crime podcasts."
"Even if he's not a serial killer, which we don't know, you shouldn't have given him your real number."
You agree with Yoongi, but you couldn't bring yourself to admit it. Giving your number to a regular client that you had become enamored with had been a moment of weakness, terrible, terrible weakness.
"Nursing school is expensive." You stare down at the message. "He won't get charged for every message this way."
"You believed the nursing school story?"
"Why would he lie?"
"My sweet summer child." Yoongi shakes his head at you. "In case you forgot, you only get money if your customers call you on the other line." He looks at you with a piercing gaze. "Y/n, you know this isn't whatever you think it is?"
"I know," you say with absolute confidence as you unabashedly lie to your best friend.
"Besides you work a phone sex line, who even knew they were still around? He's probably old."
"It's a classic, and he's not that old."
"He's not even taking the effort to catfish you, so how serious can it be?" Yoongi rolls his eyes at you. "Just, please don't turn this into some story in your head."
That's the problem, you think. You already have. Dumb, dumb, dumb. Only you could create a romantic fairytale from working a phone sex line.
No, you scold yourself. No matter how many times your heart tries to turn this situation into something else, you still have your common sense and your other clients. Clients that for whatever reason were content to hear you say filthy things, but not see you.
You liked it, was the thing. You were good at spinning stories, and now you got paid for saying all the things that swirled around your head unfit for polite company. You glance around the room. Surely, this house that looks like a child created it from cut-up pages of an architectural magazine has a spare bathroom on some upper floor where you can take his call.
You text him back to let him know it's fine. He's your best customer. You would do a hell of a lot more. All you have to do is avoid Jeon Jungkook for the next ten minutes and pray no one else remembers that you two were in the same class in high school.
One conversation about the Anderson's summer house and another about a property line dispute, and then you sneak upstairs. You feel a little bad about wandering around the house, but all their kids went to college years ago. You find a small guest bathroom with gold-plated fixtures, a black and white marble counter, and a pink rug. Yikes. You sit on the counter and wait for the call.
Your customers initiate each interaction, calling the number that will charge them per minute. This client started liked all the others, just a randomly sorted caller who ended up on your line. For a higher price, though, they can request a particular girl or guy. After a few months, you had more than your fair share of dedicated callers. With the income from your normal shifts and the repeat clients, you made just enough to pay your part of the rent and buy food. The call today was going to be on your work line. You had resisted the urge to tell him to save his money and call your personal line.
Your phone buzzes to life, and you try to settle your nerves. He's just a customer like any other, you remind yourself. At the end of the day, working a phone sex line was as much a customer service job as the summer you worked at the snow cone hut, but this was infinitely easier.
"Hey," he says, a little breathless. You can hear the background clatter of conversations fading and the thud of a closing door.
"Hey," you say back, trying to keep the anticipation out of your voice. You want to ask where he is, and what he's doing for the holiday – but you don't even know if he celebrates it. You always want to know so much more about him. No, you reprimand yourself, he's paying you for one thing, and you would do well to remember it.
"Listen," he says, sounding like he's readying himself for something.
You don't even try to settle your nerves, leaning back against the mirror. He always comes up with insanely good scenarios. Most guys pay you to talk, but he really likes it when you listen. He said that his prior girlfriends didn't want to hear some of the things that came out of his mouth and with you he didn't have to censure himself. You even told him once that he shouldn't be paying to talk himself, but he said he liked hearing the way you got off. With him you didn't have to fake it.
"I was thinking . . . I was just . . ." he starts.
Oh god, you're already excited. Nothing can dispel the hopelessness of your dead career, of returning home to a party filled with disapproving neighbors, and of the appearance of Jeon fucking Jungkook, like talking to your favorite client.
"Listen, I'm not really in a place to . . ." he trails off, sounding disappointed.
"I'm not really either,” you admit.
"Yeah?" he says, sounding curious.
"Yeah, I'm . . ." You can still hear the conversations floating up from the first floor and the music piped throughout the house. You look at the pink and gold plaid wallpaper shining in this small bathroom. This setting is not actually conducive to your usual activities, but he's paying you. This is your job. "It's up to you, you know?"
"Yeah?" He exhales a shaky breath. "But what do you want?"
It's so easy with him, to fall over into that heart-racing anticipation, like he just caged you up against a wall or dropped you gently on a soft bed. You grip the edge of the counter, the cold, sharp corner biting into the palm of your hand so you don't forget where you are and what this is.
"That's my line," you say, trying not to sound happy.
"Fuck," he exhales, "I just want ruin you sometimes, you know?"
"Yeah." You take a deep breath. "I know."
I wish, you think, I really fucking wish.
"You could take it, couldn't you?" he mutters, sounding amazed, as if you were spread out before him. As if he could see the rise and fall of your chest as you try to steady yourself for what comes next.
You bite your bottom lip wishing he could see their swollen red. "What are you gonna do to me?"
He lets out a shaky breath, and you can easily imagine a shudder running through him at your words.
"Whatever I like," he threatens. His steady voice is back, the one that has you sitting taller and aching for his praise, for the way he can make you come undone with just a few words.
"Fuckkkk," you whisper.
"You want that," he states. It's not a question. It's a clear statement of fact that seems to fill him with wonder. "You really want me to fuck your tight pussy, make sure you know who you belong to."
You whine, feeling desire ignite at his words.
"You're gonna call my name, beg me to let you suck my—"
Whatever tantalizing image is in his mind—and it isn't hard to predict but you're practically panting in anticipation anyway—is interrupted with furious and loud knocking on the bathroom door.
"Oh shit," you yelp.
"Is someone in here?" an elderly voice calls from the hallway.
"Goddamn it," you mutter.
"Are you okay?" he asks through the phone.
"Yes, I'm in here," you call through the door, cursing the Christmas Eve god of bad timing that sounds a hell of a lot like Mrs. Anderson. You cover the phone in the hopes of muffling the conversation.
"Well, no one is supposed to be up here, dear. The buffet line is starting."
"Yes, of course, I'll be right down," you reassure her. Her steps retreat down the hallway, and you're alone again.
"I'm so sorry," you say into the phone.
He's laughing delightedly, but it isn't what he's paying you for. You need to remember that no matter how much you wish you could see his smile.
"That was really unprofessional of me. I'm sorry."
"It's okay," he says, still laughing. "I'm not going to fill out a comment card."
"Service was adequate but went on a break at an inopportune time."
"Didn't expect the old lady to show up."
"Oh my God, you heard that?" you resist the urge to bang your head against the door.
"She's loud, so she has that going for her."
"I'm really sorry," you say. The words just hang there, inadequate to express that this conversation with him is probably going to be the best part of your holidays.
"Really, it's okay," he adds,"I should probably go too."
"I shouldn't have scheduled this the day before Christmas, but I just . . .," you start.
"Yeah, me too."
The two of you are quiet, and there's a calmness in the unspoken words. Really, where could this go? He could have a girlfriend or a wife. The whole thing could just be a joke to him, an entertaining escape from his usual routine. He's just a job.
"If you want to reschedule, call me on the other line and I won't charge you."
"No," he insists, "you shouldn't do that for me."
What can you say, because he's right?
"But if you're free tomorrow. . .," he says, "which you probably aren't because it's Christmas."
"I can fit you in later in the day," you say, scrambling to remember your schedule. "In the morning I'm working a shift on the regular line."
"Yeah?" he says, sounding as if he wishes he could call.
"Seems good for people to have a distraction if they need it," you say.
"Christmas isn't always an easy time, like those commercials with happy couples and new cars."
"Seriously," you say, "where do they get the big bows?"
"The big bow store." He says, as if this were a normal conversation.
“If only they sold wine.” You smile. Well, it seems unlikely the two of you will be able to return to your previous activities, so you sit back and ask him the question that’s been on your mind. "What are you doing tomorrow?"
"I'm supposed to go to church with my parents in the morning, but it's starting to feel like I'm just going through the motions."
"It can feel like a performance rather than something solemn, you know? Luckily, my parents don't make me go anymore." It's nice to talk to him about real things. It happens more often lately, having actual conversations. You need to get back on track. "I'm free after dinner."
"Cool, I'll call you at seven," he says, "thanks for . . ."
"For trying and failing to do my job."
"No," he scoffs, "for . . ."
You hang on his words. What does he think about all this? Fuck, you really want to know. It would be easier if you knew that he did have a girlfriend. You would be disappointed, but you would know where you stand. You really need to have Yoongi talk some sense into you.
A knock sounds through his line, interrupting his thoughts.
"Shit, I gotta go."
"Talk to you tomorrow." It's better not to know what he was going to say.
You put your phone back in your pocket and look in the mirror, checking your hair and makeup before returning downstairs.  You remind yourself that this is your real life, attending this Christmas party and avoiding Jeon Jungkook.  Well, if you survive the next twenty-four hours, then your reward will be to talk to your favorite client again.
Your phone buzzes, and it's a text from Yoongi.
Yoongi: remember
Yoongi: no one thinks their phone sex crush is a serial killer until it's too late.
 You: are you a mind reader
 Yoongi: yes
Yoongi: also
Yoongi: you're a dumbass
 You: i love you too
 Yoongi: don't let the muggles get you down.
 You walk downstairs and try to figure out how to get through the next two hours. Partygoers are gathered in the dining room for the buffet line and scattered about the house as they eat, plates settled precariously on their laps, drinks haphazardly resting on small tables. You grab a glass of wine and move to the buffet line. Focused on not dropping your glass of wine and filling your plate at the same time, you ignore the conversations going on around you.
"Well, I'm sure y/n remembers," a woman's voice exclaims cheerily.
"Uh," you look up into the face of a woman across the buffet line from you. You don't remember her, a piano teacher? a neighbor with property line dispute? a soccer coach?
She smiles at you, giving you a smug nod. "I'm sure you remember his goal-scoring record from high school. You know, Jungkook, the Jeon's oldest son."
Oh God, this is happening. You look to the woman's right, and there he stands. With a plate in one hand and a glass of wine in the other, wearing a red holiday sweater with some kind of knit pattern on it, Jeon Jungkook's still so attractive you want to down your glass of wine or just scream into the void. He's looking indulgently at the woman next him. He must be used the adoring praise by now.
Unfortunately, he looks better this close up. His broad chest looks so comfortable you want to rest your head on it. His thighs look like they might put his jeans out of their misery and just burst at the seams. His sweater sleeves are pushed up revealing his golden, toned forearms. The tattoo that was just a faint image when you saw it from far away reveals itself now, licking up his throat from beneath the collar of his sweater. It's a tantalizing whisper of an image, and the urge to see what's drawn on his skin is profound. You narrow your eyes, wondering what it is.
You realize you're staring when the woman clears her throat.
You meet Jungkook's eye, and he's smiling at you like he caught you doing something you aren't supposed to.
"It's supposed to be an ugly Christmas sweater contest," you mutter.
"This is . . ." Jungkook starts.
"Do not mock The Golden Girls," you say, voice clipped. Who knew they made Golden Girls Christmas sweaters? But there they are - Blanche, Rose, Dorothy and Sophia smiling at you from his knitwear with their cheerful faces.
"I'm not mocking them." Jungkook says, sounding indignant. "It's a Christmas sweater."
"It's supposed to be an ugly sweater contest. You're disrespecting them. You should take that off."
"You want me to take off my sweater." He grins, pulling at the hem to reveal his golden skin and toned abs, before dropping it with a chuckle.
You loathe him. You push up the buffet cover with more force than necessary.
The lady coughs. "Jungkook, your valedictorian speech was quite good."
Must be a high school teacher. You stand taller and ladle the mashed potatoes on your plate with a resounding splat. "Of course," you say, voice sickly sweet. "No one could forget Jungkook was valedictorian of our class."
"It wasn't a big deal—" Jungkook confesses.
"What a speech it was too," you interject, "from the person in our class who had the highest GPA."
Green beans shuffle off Jungkook's plate as it tilts. He looks at you, biting his lip. Now it's your turn to smirk. Ha! You always knew he knew what he did, and now you know that he knows that you know.
"Well, he's always been very smart," the woman says. You are pretty sure she stops herself from patting him on the arm.
"Really?" you ask, tilting your head. "Or did he get Mrs. Willow to change his grade in AP Bio – using the power of, like, his smile – so that it would be higher than someone else's? Did you ever think about that?"
You try to get a slice of turkey on your plate, but your hands are shaking so the tongs don't seem to work.
The lady glances between the two of you at a loss for words.
"Well," Jungkook says, expertly setting two slices of turkey on his plate. "Maybe someone should have done the extra-credit essay in AP English."
You point the tongs at him. "I had the flu that weekend. You know that! I couldn't write an essay while I was on the bathroom floor trying not to throw up a lung."
"You can't throw up a lung, y/n."
"Thanks for the information. Must be your A plus in AP Bio that resulted in such amazing knowledge of the human body."
"I do alright." He swipes his lip with his thumb.
Ugh, this is too much. There is some kind of bottleneck at the gravy boat, so the three of you are standing there with your plates in your hands unable to move forward.
The lady clears her throat. "Y/n is in law school."
Jungkook looks over at you, and it's like he's seeing you anew. "Wow, that's impressive—"
"I dropped out."
"Really?" He looks taken aback. "Was it hard?"
You think back to the hours spent in the library, studying cases, preparing for class, stressing over exams. Your fellow students stole books from the library, sabotaged interviews for clerkships and were complete assholes whether drunk or sober. Law school was two and a half semesters of complete and total, waking and sleeping, stress and anxiety mixed in with the fear of failure and the absolute certainty that you didn't belong there. "Yeah, law school was hard, but thanks for the reminder."
"No, I mean—"
The gravyboat situation is sorted, so you move forward not wanting to hear what he has to say. You know objectively the opinion of a guy who you haven't spoken to since high school and who has never had a bad day in his life doesn't matter, but it hurts. Hurts that you thought you would do something grand and important with your life, but instead you're just doing this.
You move on to the end of the buffet table, grateful that this is almost over.  
Jungkook looks like he wants to say something, but he's interrupted by Mr. Anderson. They exchange the usual pleasantries, and you're grateful to be able to ignore the conversation.
"Well, y/n will we see you at church tomorrow?" Mr. Anderson asks, as if your religious observances were any of his business.
"In the morning I'm working a shift on the regular—" you stop yourself before telling the truth.  When did you get so sloppy with your story?
"The law firm must be busy to need you on Christmas day," Mr. Anderson says congenially.
Shit, you forgot that the lie had been passed around to so many people.
"Not everyone observes the holiday," Jungkook notes, looking up at you curiously.
"Sometimes it's difficult, so its good for people have a distraction," you say, reminded of your earlier conversation in the bathroom. You smile, at least you have something to look forward to tomorrow. Thank fuck, this endless buffet table is almost over. You can avoid Jungkook for the rest of the night.
"Yeah, the holidays don't usually look those perfect families in car commercials," Jungkook adds.
"Seriously," you say, looking up at him, "where do they find those giant bows anyway?"
"At the giant bow store," Jungkook says matter of factly.
"If only they sold—"
Wine.
"—wine."
Oh shit. Where have you heard that before? Jungkook is looking at you with narrowed eyes.  The green beans on his plate teeter and totter, falling to the table, his usual grace disrupted. What's he got to be worried about? The last time your endless fascination with giant bows was discussed was . . .
No. No fucking way.
"Will we see you at church tomorrow, Jungkook?" Mr. Anderson asks, ignoring the awkwardness.
"I'm not sure," Jungkook admits, looking pained. "I'm not sure I should go when I . . . "
" . . . when it can feel like a performance." You finish.
"Yeah," Jungkook says, barely audible.  
The dinner roll you're holding falls on the floor. Life could not be so cruel as this, but you see the look on Jungkook's face, and you know that it is. "Fuck."
Mr. Anderson looks surprised. "Well, with that language, y/n, it's probably better you don't attend."
You're still staring at Jungkook. He looks back at you in horror, like the planet has stopped moving, and he's about to float off into space.
Mr. Anderson is continuing talk. Jungkook stares at you and listens half-heartedly to the conversation at the same time. His polite nature won't be interrupted even for a revelation such as this one.
Suddenly your hazy images of your favorite client morph into the Jeon Jungkook standing in front of you. You remember those first calls when he was shy and tentative. Then the way he started to open up to you about what he wanted. The steady way he found his confidence with a determined voice and a deep certainty. You hate yourself so much in this moment, because the first thing you think is to wonder if he has a girlfriend. You liked that faceless guy so much. You've slowly become enamored with him over these many months. You knew it. Yoongi knew it. The only person you tried to keep it from was the person now standing in front of you
You grip your plate, not sure what to do now that this truth about your favorite client is laid before you.  
Mr. Anderson claps Jungkook on his back. "Well, when you need a recommendation for the residency program here, let me know. It would be great to have you on the team." Mr. Anderson walks away, leaving the two of you alone again.
"You lied," you whisper. You set your plate on the edge of the table. You look up at Jungkook, and he's still staring at you. "You lied about nursing school."
"No," he says, shaking his head.
"I'm such an idiot. Of course, you lied." You have to get out of there. It's difficult to breathe. You aren't only sad at the knowledge that he lied. You're horrified that you care so much.
"Y/n," Jungkook says, looking around at the other guests, like he's worried you're going to out him and his phone sex habits to the entire neighborhood.
A deep well of sadness surfaces. What is wrong with you? You turn around, trying to focus on finding a place to hide. You walk unthinkingly through the house. You give a stiff and pained smile to anyone you happen to see. You stare up at the ceiling, eyes aching at the force needed to hold back the tears that he doesn't deserve.
You hear Jungkook call your name, more forcefully now. You keep walking up the stairs to the second-floor hallway. It's dark and deserted here. Before you can call Yoongi, Jungkook appears at the top of the stairs.
"Y/n," he whispers.
You wipe your eyes with the back of your hand, not wanting him to see how much this has affected you. "You don't have to worry about me giving you away or whatever."
He stops short. "Thanks."
"I'm not going to tell everyone about your phone sex hobby when I'm the one making money off it. We're in a mutually assured destruction situation."
"Thanks, but that wasn't what I was worried about." He walks toward you, his expression pained. Even in the dark hallway, you can make out his brilliant, brown eyes. You wish he wasn't so attractive, because the memories of all those past conversations are only making him more handsome in your eyes.
Shaking your head to dispel these thoughts, you try to plaster a look of annoyance on your face. "What the hell would you have to be worried about?"
"That you would tell them I dropped out of medical school," Jungkook declares.
"Are you kidding me?"
He doesn't say anything, seemingly imploring you to understand.
"You, Jeon Jungkook, the Jeon's oldest son, are dropping out of medical school."
He nods, hands on his hips.
"I can't believe it."
"I don't want to give up my dream, but I don't think I belong there, and I hate it." Jungkook sighs. "But if I hate it, then that means everything I chose was wrong, and I don't know what to do." Jungkook sounds anguished, staring down at the floor as he admits the truth.
"Holy shit, that's insane."
Jungkook cringes. "That's why I haven't told anyone."
"Why did you tell me you were in nursing school?"
He looks up at the ceiling, avoiding your gaze. "I'm going to apply as soon as I get the courage to tell everyone. I'm just excited about it, and no one is going to understand but I thought you – you know, phone sex you - would."
"Yeah, I understand." You smile before you remember you're annoyed at him. "Both of me's."
"I wasn't being an asshole when I asked if law school was hard. I meant, was it hard to leave."
You want to give him the benefit of the doubt, and the Jungkook standing in front of you sounds a lot more like your favorite client than whoever the hell he was in high school.
"Leaving was only hard because everyone else made it hard, you know? My friends from law school don't talk to me anymore. It's like I'm carrying an infectious disease. My parents are disappointed, but they're mostly worried because I haven't been myself since then. I don't like talking to friends from college, because they have, you know, goals. But I know it was the right thing to do even if it resulted in whatever my life looks like now."
Jungkook smiles at you kindly. Not with pity, not like the others to whom you gave a rehearsed speech, but he looks like he understands. You look away because he's overwhelming, even in his bright red Christmas sweater in the upstairs hallway of the Anderson's tacky house.
Jungkook clears his throat. "Thanks for telling me."
"When the law firm laid me off, I was desperate not to move back home, so I took whatever jobs I could find. The phone-line thing started as a joke, but it took my mind of my troubles, I guess."
"Well, you're really good at it." Jungkook chuckles, looking down at the ground.
You shrug. "It pays the bills."
"I can't believe it is really you," he says, sounding amazed.  "I wondered . . . I imagined finding you." He gives a little unbelieving laugh. "I never thought it would be here."
"Trust me, I didn't either."
"Did you think about finding me?" he asks, sounding like he's hoping for a particular answer.
You nod, not trusting your voice.
"Do you have a lot of regulars?" Jungkook doesn't sound jealous, he sounds curious. With a hint of a smirk on his face, he looks almost mischievous.
You bite your lip. "Enough."
"How many have your real number?" Jungkook steps closer, and he's so close you can smell his warm, vanilla scent. He's smiling at you like he knows the answer. "You really shouldn't have given it to me."
"I know." Now it's your turn to stare up at the ceiling.
"I was glad when you did, though."
Jungkook's so close you can see the stars in his eyes even in the dark corridor. You lean your head back against the wall, and his hands come up, bracing against either side of your head. You take a deep breath, feeling serene. You're no longer beholden to that frantic fear that's been racing through you all evening.
"I really should've changed my number."
"Yeah," Jungkook nods, moving so close you can feel the hint of his warm breath on your skin.
You stop yourself from clutching at his shoulders or pulling him to you. Why, when he's so close, so tantalizing near, finally no longer a hazy idea floating around, but real and solid in front of you? Why not? He's obviously interested to see how far this will go. But you're too anxious to reach for what you want in case he might disappear. He might fade like a mirage. You just want to hold onto this feeling of being so close to him because he seems to shield you from the cold wind that seems to follow you wherever you go lately.
Your fingers skim the tattoo appearing on his neck, running beneath the collar, black vines with sharp thorns and deep red roses are revealed. You can't seem to stop your gentle exploration. "Thanks for not doing anything bad."
Jungkook grins and cocks an eyebrow. "Oh, I can do something bad."
You start laughing, dropping your head until you rest your forehead against his collarbone. "That was terrible."
"I've got more," Jungkook says, and you can feel his chest move as he laughs. He moves closer to you, backing you against the wall fully. He raises your chin with his hand, rubbing his thumb against your cheek. He's smiling at you, eyes bright with delight.
"Whatta you got?" you ask, looking up at him.
"I'm gonna show you," he says, lips moving against yours. "We've talked enough, yeah."
Any answer you might give is stopped by the feeling of his lips on yours, the soft, tentative movement, almost shy, like those first few conversations, holding back and unsure. He tastes your lips, gently kissing you in his tender way. You reach up to run your hands through his hair, gripping just a little too hard so he knows that you want him to stay. Your heart pounds in your chest.
Unable to stop yourself, you bite gently on his plush bottom lip. You smile at his moan, and he's spurred on by your unexpected provocation. You part your lips. He moves hungrily, forcefully to deepen the kiss, and you acquiesce to his assault. He wraps his arms around you tightly, like you might not understand just how much he wants you there. You have no intention of going anywhere. His solid chest presses against yours, and your breasts ache from the feeling. His hands move down your back, groping your ass.  He swallows your moans as he leaves you weak to his onslaught.
Jungkook's overwhelming in a way that makes you light-headed, that removes whatever ever-present worry has been holding you tight. He's forced it open, broken it wide until all you can do is exist in this moment with him.
When Jungkook breaks the kiss, pulling back, his pupils are blown, and his hair falls into his eyes. He rests his forehead against yours. His breath is heavy, and his lips are swollen from your kisses and your teeth. You push up the hem of his sweater. Jungkook watches you smooth your hand over his stomach, muscles twitching beneath your fingers.
Your hand moves lower and lower, all caution gone now, only desperate longing left in its wake. He hisses as you palm his hard cock. Even over his jeans, he feels fucking fantastic. It's not difficult to imagine him fucking you with that long, thick cock. Heat and need fill you. Running your tongue over your lower lip, you look up at him as he raises his head.
"What are you doin?" he asks, removing your hand from where it rests. He grips both your wrists, pinning them beside your head. You stifle a moan at his firm hold. He must've remembered those conversations as well as you did.
Your chest heaves as you try to calm your breath and slow your racing heart. "Please."
Jungkook chuckles, tongue pressing against his cheek. "Here?"
You shouldn't, but you aren't going to survive going back downstairs now. He's ignited something in you. You glance down either side of the quiet hallway. No one has appeared since you've been up here, and the sounds of the party are far away. You nod.
He shakes his head, a smile on his face giving away his true feelings.  "Alright, but we need to find a room. I'm not fucking you against this wall."
You pout exaggeratedly. You hadn't thought about it, but now that he mentioned it . . .
He holds your chin in his hand and nudges you to look at him. "Don't be a brat."
You scoff at his audacity, but before you can speak your indignation at his reprimand, he picks you up easily. You wrap your legs around his slim waist instinctively, arms going around his neck.
Jungkook laughs at your interrupted frustration. You sigh against his collar, resting your head on his shoulder, and reveling in the feeling of his muscular arms around you, carrying you without a second thought down the hall.
"I hate you," you say, voice betraying your pliant nature, as he squeezes you tighter against his chest.
"Just keep telling yourself that," he says gently.
"You stole that speech from me," you murmur.
He laughs, kicking open a door to one of the many bedrooms in this massive house. "You really want to talk about that now?"
You lift your head from his shoulder and try to sound serious. "We're gonna talk about it sometime."
"But hopefully not now, right?" he asks, carrying you into the room and kissing you again, distracting you from your righteous indignation at his academic deception. More forceful now, his tongue slides between your parted lips easily. This time, he sinks his teeth into your bottom lip, and you mewl.
He shuts the door behind you, and you can hear the lock shut as he clicks it into place. The sounds of the party have receded. You squirm in his arms, and he mutters an appreciative fuccckkk as you slide down his body to stand in front of him.
For a heartbeat, you wonder how this happened, and how lucky you are. Then Jungkook fists his sweater, pulls it over his head with an easy tug, and you don't think about anything at all.
Momentarily stunned into silence, you reach with one hand to trail a fingertip down his chest, watching the way his breath goes shaky. His bare chest is broad, his golden skin on display. Fuck, he looks so good.  Finally, you can see the tattoo on his neck and collar in its full image, roses a deep red and black thorns twisted among them. It's beautiful in a harsh way and not at all what you expected. There looks like the beginning of another tattoo, this time a sleeve on his left arm, but the coloring isn't finished, so it's a black outline waiting to be filled in, the pattern still a bit of a mystery. He clears his throat, and he cocks his head at you, smirking.
You crook a finger in his belt loop, and he lets you pull him to the bed. You sit on the soft comforter with a contented sigh. Standing in front of you, he gazes at you so intensely you want to look away. You undo his belt and pull it from the loops of his jeans. You drop it to the floor with a satisfying clang. You pull down the zipper, and shove down his jeans as he toes off his boots, and then he's standing in front of you in just his black underwear. He tenses, brow furrowed.
What's wrong?
"You have condoms?" he asks.
Damn, you can't believe you didn't think of this. "Shit, I don't."
Jungkook glances around the room, and for the moment all lascivious thoughts are gone as the two of you scramble to come up with a solution. This room is a fancy guest room with model sailing ships and weird nautical knick-knacks. Fucking in here is like filming a porno in a Pottery Barn catalog, you can only hope you don't fall over into the fake anchor. The captain's desk looks sturdy, though. You file that away for later.
"We can't wander around the house looking for condoms," you say. "Didn't their sons go to college years ago?"
"There's not going to be in here. This place is frozen in time, like a room you forget about."
"We need a room of—"
"Requirement."
"—requirement." You finish. The two of you smile at each other like idiots.
"You think they had vibrators in the room of requirement?" Jungkook asks, looking thoughtful.
"Um, . . . I've never thought about it, but hopefully." You pause. "I'm fascinated by this conversation, but we need to focus."
"But it makes sense, right? It should have whatever you need, you know, lube, cock rings, vibrators."
"Now, I'm incredibly fascinated by this conversation, but we still need to focus."
"I don't feel like JK Rowling is very sex positive, though," Jungkook says, looking doubtful.
You agree, but good lord, you never thought Jeon Jungkook would be so distracted by a discussion of the Room of Requirement. You need to get back on track because he's about to write a dissertation on sex positivity and Harry Potter. You snap your fingers to get his attention. "Look, we can talk about you and cock rings later, cause don't think I will forget about that, but there's stuff we can do without condoms, and I'm clean."
No longer searching around the room, Jungkook looks at you like you're the smartest person he's ever met. "Nice," he says, returning to stand before the bed with a big grin on his face. "Me too. I'm clean too."
You believe him. Jeon Jungkook and the man you've talked to the last few months are not the type to fuck around with that kind of thing, and he remembered the condoms before you did.
Before you lose your nerve in front of him, you stand up from where you sit on the edge of the bed. You walk toward him, and he looks a little wide-eyed. Gently, you nudge him back so that he's sitting on the bed now, and you stand before him, effectively switching places.
"But first," you say, gripping the hem of your sweater and lifting it a little. "Admit you got Mrs. Willow to change your grade."
He sighs, but he doesn't look annoyed. Instead, he looks charmed, as he leans back on his arms. "Alright," he drawls. "I admit it."
"Finally," you breathe, and you pull off your sweater. There's a chill in the air, but you feel warm when he gazes at you, looking at you with a heat in his eyes. You start to unbutton your jeans. "And admit, there was no way I could do the extra credit in AP English."
Jungkook raises an eyebrow. "We really doing this now?"
"Do you want me to take off my jeans?"
"I want a lot of things, and I'm pretty sure you do, too."
"Yes, well." You make a move-it-along gesture. "We just need you to hurry up."
"Pretty sure you don't want that," he scoffs.
You roll your eyes. "Just say it."
Jungkook huffs, and you want to laugh because he's leaning back on the bed, dressed only in his underwear, looking like fucking heaven. He clears his throat. "I admit you could not do the extra credit in AP English."
"Was that so hard?" You shimmy out of your jeans and pull off your boots, feeling particularly not sexy with these mundane actions.
"Gorgeous," he mutters under his breath. You move to the end of the bed, and he doesn't hesitate. As if the last few minutes of Harry Potter discussion and condom search haven't occurred, he pulls you toward him, leaning down to meet your mouth in a bruising kiss. You revel in the way his hands grip your hair, just a little too rough.
"What do you want?" you ask, voice breathy.
His eyes go a little wide. "Anything?"
You nod, and you've got so many things you want to do with him.  
"Did you?" he asks, voice rough. "Did you ever . . . lie about what you like?"
"No, I . . ." You never did with him. "I didn't. Just tell me what you want. Please."
"Okay," he hesitates. "I kind of thought a lot about . . . " He keeps opening and closing his mouth, but not saying anything.
You rack your brain, reliving all your many conversations over the last few months.  Then it comes to you. You know what he wants. Why can't he just ask for it after all this time? Well, you can happily make his Christmas wish come true.
Before he can finish his sentence, you're kneeling on the floor in front of him. His hard cock strains against the material of his underwear. He's running hand through his hair and looking a little wide-eyed and excited.
You reach up to run a finger under the band of his boxer briefs.
"You remembered," he says, voice shaky.
You want to bask in his praise, but it isn't hard to guess that you choking on his cock was at the top of his list, and to be honest you've thought about it, kneeling at his feet, his thick, hard length in your mouth as he groans and gently fucks your lips. The vague images of all those months of conversations coalesces into the man in front of you.
You undress him, and he looks better than you could've imagined. You look up to meet his piercing gaze. Back in control, there's a touch of amusement in the way he looks at you, that hint of a smile. You shiver as your nipples tighten, pressed painfully against your lace bra and already there's a throbbing ache between your legs. You push yourself up on your knees, mouth falling open and a soft gasp escaping.
You hold his cock, pressure firm as you stroke him. You lean forward, tongue flecking out to get a taste. A small moan escapes his mouth, and you smile, emboldened even by such small recognition. He widens his legs, and you can see his hands clench as if holding himself back. You run your tongue across the underside instead of taking him all at once. You lick the base and then trail your tongue the length of his cock. Unable to stop himself this time, he brushes a hand through your hair. You look up at him with a smug smile, and he huffs at you. Your wrap your hand around the base, open your mouth and stroke your tongue against his soft skin, moving up the length. You're rewarded with a low groan. You work his cock, long strokes, enjoying every satisfied sigh, and you can feel his eyes on you even as you don't stop in your task.
"Fuck, you feel better than I imagined," he murmurs.
His words just spur you on, and you continue to lick and taste, loving the feeling of his heavy weight on your tongue. Finally, you take him deep, pushing forward until you've taken him as far as you can. You no longer tease, giving him what he wants. His shaking thighs and uneven breath are your reward.
"Fuck, y/n—" his moan is cut short.
The doorknob rattles.
What the fuck? You grip his thighs, tensing. Jungkook calms you with a hand to your head. You feel rather than see him glance at the door. But with that gentle but firm hand, he holds you in place. It's a delicious kind of torture, and heat floods your body, your pussy throbbing at the way he's letting you know that you're not supposed to stop no matter what happens. You take a calming breath through your nose.
Door locked, whoever it is moves on.  The footsteps retreat down the hall.
You feel him relax underneath you, and he lets go of your head. You pull back, taking a deep breath. When you look up at him, there's nothing left of the shy man who started this. There's sweat on his brow and a determined look on his face. He reaches up to plow his fingers through your hair tightly, and you nod, knowing that he's let you have your way, but now he's in charge. Without another word you drop your mouth open.
Slowly, he thrusts deep, his hands gripping tight as he holds you in place, working his hard cock in and out of your mouth. The only sound in the room is the slick sounds of him thrusting between your lips. Working himself up to it, he pumps his cock forcefully. You close your eyes, surrendering to his pace, sucking each time he pulls back.
Jungkook groans above you, no longer holding it in. Fuck, he's loud just like you imagined, just like you like in your partner. His thighs tense, and you grip them digging your fingers into his skin.
"I'm gonna come," he pants, thrusts erratic now.
You knew that, but you appreciate the warning anyway. His thighs tense, and with a drawn-out groan, he comes down your throat. You swallow, as he tugs on your hair one last time.
You pull back, and he looks satiated and dazed, staring down at you with a kind of wonder.
You stand, wiping you mouth with the back of your hand. It's so easy with him, after all those conversations stretching over those many months, not to be self-conscious. He reaches up, pulling you down to him and he kisses you. You expect something rough and biting like before, but it's gentle and soft, as if he's weaving a spell on you, to tear down every barrier between you with his steady, unrelenting offensive.
"Want to taste you," he pants, between kissing you desperately.
"Please," you moan, your pussy throbbing, and your whole body shaking with need.
"You don't have to beg," he says, scooting backward and pulling you with him. "Not this time anyway."
You huff, getting your revenge by pressing soft kisses on his neck as he squirms beneath you. Unable to help yourself, you lick his sweat-tinged skin, feeling him shiver. He rolls out from under you, and you move back to rest your head against the pillows.
"Pretty," he murmurs, helping you off with your bra. He cages you in with his arms and leans down to plant a kiss on your lips. He moves slowly down your body, kissing your neck, your chest, tongue stroking your peaked nipples, until you whine and twist. You arch your back, wanting more. He makes his way down your body until he's nestled between your thighs. But instead of pulling off your panties as you expect, he rubs against them as you squirm.
Finally, he nudges them aside and runs a finger over your wet slit. You feel him exhale on your skin and shiver at the warmth.
"You liked sucking my dick that much?" he asks almost to himself, sounding enthralled.
"You know I did," you say, "told you all those times how much I wanted to."
"Yeah, but this is better," he declares, still not giving you what you want.
You attempt to push closer, move towards him, but with one strong hand on your thigh he holds you in place, and you groan in frustration.
"That's what you get," he says, palming your mound over your panties, as you ache for a firmer touch. He looks up, running his eyes over your body. "You're so beautiful."
Finally, he pulls them off, tossing them aside and settles himself between your thighs again. This time he doesn't hesitate, and it's almost too much. He flicks his tongue across your clit, and you jolt from the sensuous onslaught. Then he brushes his tongue along your slick cunt in one stroke, and you grip the sheets to keep yourself from you don't know what, flying away? Nothing makes sense, you just know you need something to ground you to this moment. Again and again, he licks your pussy and sucks gently on your clit.
Jungkook . . ." you voice shakes. "Don't stop, please."
After getting a taste he can't seem to stop himself from more, he plunges his tongue between your slick lips. You want to grind against him, but he continues to hold your thighs firm. He flicks your clit again before returning to fucking your cunt with his tongue.
"Fuck, I'm so close, . . . oh god, please, don't stop."
Jungkook lifts his head, licking his slick lips and tossing his disheveled hair out of his eyes. "Why the fuck would I stop?"
God, he looks debauched and your body aches at the sight of him. Your pussy is throbbing at the loss. "Jungkook," you whine.
"Why would anyone stop? That seems counterproductive . . . I don't under—"
"Don't," you murmur, putting a hand on his head to push him back down to your aching cunt. "Don't stop."
His sorry is muffled against your wet pussy, and it brings shivers to your body to have him return to his task with determination. Fuck, he always was a good study.
You shiver, letting the pleasure overtake you. You're so close now, and he's unrelenting in the way his tongue is fucking your cunt and sucking at your clit, working you over. It isn't long until you're tumbling over, pussy clenching and coming on his tongue as he continues to lap and taste at your release.
Eventually, when the small trembling of your limbs is quieted, he pulls back and crawls up your body, leaving messy kisses on your belly, your sensitive breasts, your flushed neck. Then he's fully above you, looking a little smug and a lot happy. You can't help but smile back. He kisses you again, filthy and sloppy, tongue moving lazily with yours, and you can taste yourself on him, and you groan at the sensation.
Jungkook pulls back giving you a tender smile, but you can feel his hard cock against your thigh, and you reach down to stroke him. He closes his eyes as you continue to grip his hardening length.
"You want to come again?"
"You really asking me that?" he says, sighing.  With his eyes closed, you get to take in the sight of him above you.
"Want you come to come on my tits."
"Fuck, you really are perfect." He crawls above you, kneeling astride your chest and stroking himself. He's not lazy or slow. He's too worked up for that now.
"You like licking my pussy that much?" You ask, as you settle yourself underneath him, echoing his prior words.
"I really like everything about you." He shrugs as if he isn't stroking his cock above you about to cover your body in his cum.  Something about his simple, easy words warms you from within.
His hard cock is leaking, and you unselfconsciously lick your lips wishing for another taste.
"Please," you whine, "want you to mark me."
Fuck, he moans, so perfect. He's so close that he's losing himself to it now. He comes with a groan, covering your breasts with white strips of cum. He may be sitting above you, his gloriously thick thighs caging your body, his strong arms capable of pinning you down, but you've never felt so powerful in your life.
You swipe a taste, sucking on your fingers, enjoying the way he watches you lick them clean.
"What the fuck are you doing to me?" he says, sounding wonderfully confused.
Jungkook lays down next to you, languid and looking like a kind of blissful contentment flows through his body. He grins at you, red cheeked and sweat drenched hair falling in his eyes. You imagine your smile looks similar. A feeling bubbles within you unbidden, like a happy surprise, like champagne poured in a flute glass.You know you're going to see that smile many times. A calmness settles in your body, making your relaxed and unanxious about what's to come. It's the best you've felt in a long time. The two of you lay there for a few minutes, not needing to speak. You rest your head on his chest, feeling the gentle sensation of it rising and falling beneath you.
"We gotta get cleaned up," he says with resignation.
"Yeah."
"We can't stay here, babe." With the small endearment, his face goes even redder. You reach out to stroke his cheek with your thumb, just because you can.
"Yeah."
"Come on, the longer we stay here the harder it will be to get up."
You let yourself be led by him. Luckily, he picked a room with a bathroom, so you wander in there, clothes hastily grabbed, both of you naked and a bit of a mess, but there's no awkwardness. You don't know if it's all those months of phone calls or the post-orgasm euphoria flowing through you both, but it's not weird at all. He hands you a towel when you've finished rinsing off. He takes his turn, and you have to look away before seeing him under the water gets you too excited. You still have to go back to the party and pretend like you didn't fuck the Jeon's oldest son up here.
You're both dressed now, and there's nothing to do but go return downstairs. Jungkook turns to you with a serious look on his face. What are you going to talk to about now? Oh no, does he have regrets?
"I need to tell you something."
"Oh shit, you have a girlfriend." Of course, he does. Of course, this is a joke to him. Of course—
"God, no." He looks at with you a pained expression. "I don't fuck around like that. I haven't had a girlfriend in ages."
"Good," you say, and you hate the way relief floods through you.
"I wanted to ask you out on a date, actually." He bites his lip.
"I would love to go on a date," you say, sitting on the counter, knocking your feet against the cabinet.
"Yeah?" He has that dazed look again, and he's so sweet. You really want to know what he would plan for a date and where he would take you. You can't wait to find out.
"But that isn't what I wanted to say."
"You can tell me anything," you admit. "You pretty much know more about me than anyone."
"Okay, well . . . the thing is, I really . . . love the Golden Girls, and this is the only time of year I can wear this sweater."
"That's your big thing?" you ask, trying not to giggle.
"It's important, okay." Jungkook puts his hands on his hips.
"Oh my god, this is literally the best."
He huffs at you, as if just realizing his ridiculousness.
"I can be accepting of your interest in the Golden Girls," you say in mock seriousness.  "We can watch anytime you want."
Important business out of the way, he seems to relax, pushing up the sleeves of his sweater and running his hands through his hair.
"How are we going to get through the rest of this party?" you ask.
"Well, you're going to win the ugly sweater contest."
"Damn right, I am," you say, holding up your hand for a hi-five. He's not as enthusiastic as you about this turn of events. You pick up his hand for him and complete the hi-five because it's the polite thing to do.
"I can't hang out later tonight," Jungkook says, looking sad. "I came with my parents. Aren't your parents here, too?"
"Yeah, and if they get within five feet of you, they're going to pester you about medical school."
"It's alright, everyone does."
"Can I see you tomorrow after my shift and all the family stuff?"
"I forgot you're working in the morning." Jungkook looks disappointed.
Damn, is this going to be a problem? Whatever the hell is going on with Jungkook, you like your job.
Before you can defend yourself, he keeps talking. "Your parents are going to church and you're going to be at home talking to your clients?"
"Christmas, you know, people get lonely."
"You're doing important work," Jungkook says, nodding to himself.
Who is this guy? Where does he come up with this stuff? But you're glad he doesn't have a problem with your job, because then you would have a problem with him.
Jungkook stands taller and appraises you. You're dying to know what's going through his head.
He rolls his tongue in his cheek, and it will never not surprise you how quickly he can go from shy Harry Potter nerd to the guy standing in front of you that looks like he's about to bend you over this counter and fuck you while watching in the mirror. "You want some company?"
"You, Jeon Jungkook, the Jeon's oldest son, are going to sneak over to my house on Christmas morning while both are parents are at church? You're going to hang out with me while I'm on the phone, talking to other men and getting them off?
"Fuck yeah, I am. It's hot."
"What are you gonna to do?"
"We already decided that." He leans forward, caging you in with his arms as he kisses you. "I'm going to do whatever I want."
You shiver at his words. "You don't mind?"
"Your job is fucking hot, and besides . . ." He steps closer, spreading your legs wider as he stands between them, putting his hands on your hips. "I'm getting the cow for free, and they're like paying for the 'moo'ing'"
"My god, you need to stop talking," you scold, but your laughter gives you away. "Just don't open your mouth ever again."
"Oh babe, you like it when I open my mouth." He plants a kiss behind your ear before gently tugging on your earlobe with his teeth. "Don't you?"
"Not at all," you moan, "absolutely terrible."
"Keep telling yourself that," he says smiling into your skin.
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▨ Hands-On Learning ▨
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•Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Friends-to-Lovers  • College (Grad School) AU
Summary: You have - most inconveniently - become obsessed with your dissertation partner’s hands. In an effort to relieve some stress about it, you begin sending texts to your best friend detailing - explicitly - what you want those hands to do to you.
Perhaps you should have checked the number a bit more carefully.
Word Count: 5300
Rating and Warnings: (Explicit/18+) for mature themes, innuendo, and explicit sexual content • unprotected sex • nipple play • use of restraints • there are mirrors • tit slapping...Um. Let me know if I miss something?
Author’s Note: I wrote this in response to my FIRST EVER nsfw prompt which was simply “Jungkook’s hands.” I hope you like it, Anon! 
At one point the reader mentions “Fort Knox” which is one of the most secure facilities in the USA.
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This is bad. 
“Do you think she’ll actually go through and count all of our sources-”
This is really bad. 
“I only have seventeen, but I looked over documents from the medieval period-”
His fingers plowed through those long chocolate locks in frustration and your eyes literally crossed. 
This is nuclear winter bad. 
“- not many people have written about this specific style of iconography and the last scholar to contribute meaningfully to the field-”
Jungkook absently reached for his pencil and your pulse scattered in panic. 
No. Dear sweet heaven please not the pencil - 
He twirled it deftly over his knuckles, flicking his wrist casually so it cracked with a sharp little pop. 
You clenched. Hard. 
“WATER!”
Papers slid in all directions as you abruptly shot out of your seat. Jungkook’s startled gaze darted up to yours. 
“A-...are you ok?”
“Yes. Uh yeah. I’m just...thirsty.”
These were the truest words you had ever spoken. 
Your sweet, kind, doe-eyed project partner smiled, blissfully unaware of all the ways you were defiling him in your head. 
“Kitchen is right around the corner. Help yourself.”
“Mmmhmm,” you squeaked. 
A few moments later - in the relative privacy of Jeon Jungkook’s kitchen, you pressed your forehead against his fancy steel fridge and groaned. 
Woman, you’re a disgrace.
It wasn’t always like this.  You can still remember a time (3 weeks ago) when you were a normal person and not one good knuckle crack away from being an exhibitionist. 
School had been a priority for years. You came from a modest family with a modest income, and that meant you needed to work for every opportunity - academically and financially. 
So you did. 
You worked all the way through undergrad and the first year of a Master’s degree in Museum Studies with few breaks and even fewer encounters with the opposite sex. 
And you were fine with that. You had goals - dreams. Sure, you were a tad lonely and routinely stressed, but your friends were amazing and you found yourself oddly ...
Content. 
Until Jeon Jungkook wrapped his glorious hands around the proverbial rug and yanked it right out from under you. 
At first glance, he posed no true threat. Yes he was gorgeous (you were not legally blind), and well-built, and overwhelmingly polite, but you were no untried novice. If Calculus 211 with Park Jimin hadn’t broken you, then nothing would. 
Or so you thought. 
Maybe it was his habit of wearing baggy sleeves that hung loosely over his limbs till only the barest hint of fingertips were visible, but your initial impression of the newest addition to your graduate cohort was unmemorable. Your seasoned brain automatically filtered out anything about him that could be a distraction and then blissfully went about its business... totally unaware that there was a torpedo in the water. 
No, it wasn’t until Dr. Kim announced dissertation partners that you discovered your fatal error. 
“--you’ll be working with Jeon Jungkook.”
The two of you turned to each other across the small lecture hall and exchanged friendly nods. After seminar dismissed, your new partner made his way to your desk. 
“Here. Let me give you my number. Text me your availability and I can reserve time in the artifacts lab for us.”
Then it happened. 
Jeon Jungkook rolled up his sleeves and your brain unlearned 24 years of human speech. 
Holy poo on toast dear GAWD-
His hands were obscene. NSFW. Basically pornographic. 
Long fingers with a gentle flair at each knuckle - nicely rounded nails - wide palms - with a hint of bones and veins over the back-
“Um... hello?”
-cleverly inked designs wove up the wrist on the right side - 
“...Unless you’re not comfortable-”
-and rings - one on the pinky - both index fingers - oof and the thumb-
“... I mean you don’t have to give me your number-”
-were those chain bracelets?! Who was this man? Who were you? What was your name? How deep could those fingers slide into your-
Why is he walking away? 
“Oh sh- WAIT! Jungkook-”
It had only gone downhill from there really. 
His hands were just a gateway drug to the rest of him. 
Every detail you’d effortlessly ignored was suddenly streaming through your consciousness in high definition. 
His smell (something mouthwateringly masculine with a hint of vanilla), his hair (soft brown curls that hung romantically over his eyes), that chest (broad, firm, lickable)-
The man was a full course meal. 
And you were starving. 
Your libido - too long imprisoned by the shackles of academic excellence - had gone completely feral. 
You managed (miraculously) to smooth over the initial malfunction (where you drooled over his hands instead of giving him your number) and establish some sort of work schedule, but in reality, meetings with your dissertation partner quickly turned into a daily exercise in uncontrollable thirst. 
Measures needed to be taken. 
You were not going to let Jeon Jungkook and his glorious paws destroy years of hard work and self-imposed almost celibacy. 
“You need an outlet.”
Jungyeon’s voice interrupted another x-rated day dream you were having about Jungkook slapping your thighs in a public park. 
“What kind of outlet?” you sighed mournfully, glaring at your thighs and their notable lack of a Jungkook handprint.
Her words swam about in your head a moment before you processed them fully and wrinkled your nose. 
“Please tell me you’re not about to suggest some sweaty liaison with an unwashed townie from the local bar-”
Jungyeon rolled her eyes and flicked you right in the forehead. 
“No princess, because I’m not the side character in a 90’s teen movie.”
“Noted,” you mumbled. 
“I’m thinking more of a creative outlet. Like... writing.”
“You want me to start composing horny prose?”
“It’s called smut - but whatever. Your dirty little secret could potentially bring much joy to the world - my world specifically.”
“I am... totally lost.”
“Instead of trolling tumblr for hours looking for fantasy fuel - I’ll just use your fantasies as fuel. Text them to me as they come. It’ll be like a dirty subscription service.”
“You’re insane.”
“I’m a genius.”
Jungyeon’s lack of both boundaries and tact aside, she was - in fact - literally a genius (she had the papers and everything) as well as your best friend of 6 years. All it took was one solid stretch from Jungkook during your next brainstorming session and you were scrambling into the bathroom to fire off your first round.
Me: I want Jeon Jungkook to wrap his hands around the back of my neck, press my face into into this table and edge me till I’m screaming-
Jungyeon: I am definitely a genius. Feel better?
Me:... you know what. A little. 
And thus began several weeks of what you affectionately referred to as “Kookie porn.”
Some were rather graphic:
Me: I want Jeon Jungkook to rip my sopping panties off and grind my naked clit onto that thigh until his jeans are wet with my cum. 
Others were more philosophical in nature: 
Me: If I die before licking sweat off Jeon Jungkook’s abs, did I ever really live? 
And some were oddly specific:
Me: I want to run my tongue over every vein in Jeon Jungkook’s hands and forearms while he licks whipped cream off my tits.  
Jungyeon was living her best life and would wait with unconcealed glee for your meetings so she could “have some more Kookies.”
The texts, however, were but a band-aid on a bullet wound. They weren’t enough. Every time he smiled, or looked at you with that soft sparkly expression, or said something extremely intelligent (because of course he’s intelligent) the insistent throbbing in your lady bits would intensify till you were forced to seek immediate relief (like when you had to subtly grind a table leg in the artifacts lab yesterday after Jungkook used the bottom of his shirt to wipe off a water bottle and nearly murdered you with a flash of his cut lines.) 
But the worst part. The absolute worst part was the sneaking suspicion that your fixation was not simply sexual. The more you genuinely enjoyed him as a person, the less effective your lurid texts became...
And now here you were - hiding in his kitchen with wet cotton sticking uncomfortably between your legs and no relief in sight.
Grumbling irritably, you fished out your phone and prepared to serve Jungyeon a steamy Kookie fresh from your oven of debauchery. 
Me: I want Jeon Jungkook to tie me to his dining room chair. I want him to rip my shirt in half, slap my tits and suck my nipples till I scream-
The fantasy in your head crystallized at an alarming rate. Your fingers could barely keep up with the filth you were imagining. 
Me: I want him to hike my skirt up and flick my clit through my soaked panties till there are literally tears streaming down my cheeks. 
Me: I want to watch as he sinks those fingers into my pussy. I want him to bend me back and work them in my cunt till I can’t remember my own name. 
Me: I want him to split me in half with his cock and smack my ass till I can’t sit down. I wanna see every place that man’s hands have been on my skin.
Your body was aching. Tormented. The texts that had once been a pressure valve were now actively ramping up the pressure. Whimpering in frustration, you smashed the send button and jammed the phone back in your pocket - ready to once again face the source of your misery when-
da-ding
The entire bottom dropped directly out of your reality. 
You knew that sound. 
It was the sound you heard each time you collected a coin in Super Mario. More importantly - 
It was your sound. 
The sound Jungkook had programmed into his phone as your text alert when he discovered you were a die hard Nintendo nerd. 
And now... 
It was the sound of your universe imploding. 
With shaking hands you drew your phone out to confirm the terrible truth that deep down you had already acknowledged. 
You hadn’t texted Jungyeon. 
You had texted Jungkook. 
For a moment - an impossibly brief moment - you entertained the idea that he would simply ignore the message and continue on with his search for sources on 11th century iconography-
But no. 
A faint but excruciatingly clear gasp carried into the kitchen.
It was the gasp of a man who has just discovered that his dissertation partner wants him to “split her in half with his cock.”
Run. Run away now. Change your name. Move to Madagascar. 
Your eyes darted frantically over your surroundings - searching desperately for a means of escape. 
Why does this man live in Fort Knox?! 
There was one window in the entire room - directly above the sink. There’s no question of whether you’re willing to climb over the sink to get out of here. Of course you are. You would vault a shark if it meant freedom from Jungkook’s maximum security kitchen. 
You had one foot in the sink (the other dangled precariously in mid-air) and were just about to crawl out into your very own version of the Shawshank Redemption when two large hands wrapped around your waist and hauled you back with embarrassingly little effort. 
It took a moment for you to realize that Jungkook had neatly thrown you over his shoulder like a sack of flour. Your brain filled with white noise. You wondered - absently- if you could master astral projection between here and wherever he planned to drop you. 
Probably not.
An indignant squeak slipped out when your rear hit the dining room chair, but your eyes remained glued to your knees, unable to meet the gaze of the innocent soul you had no doubt traumatized. 
For one breathless instant everything was oddly suspended... Then - a single finger pressed  firmly beneath your jaw, bringing you face to face with Jeon Jungkook at last. 
“I must say...” he drawled thoughtfully, letting his gaze drift over you with lazy intent, “This comes as somewhat of a surprise given your... history.”
He was close. Too close.  Close enough that his scent - that familiar mix of sunshine and vanilla - was making your mouth water. 
And he definitely wasn’t traumatized. 
Or innocent.
You gulped. 
In fact, the man before you looked like a sex-drenched rock star; just raw charisma wrapped in tats and solid muscle. 
“O-oh?” 
Jungkook grinned. 
“Stuttering? That’s cute coming from the woman who wants me to-” (he made a show of pulling out his phone to check) “split her in half with my cock.”
And there it is. 
“I obviously didn’t mean to send ... that - to you.”
“Oh - I knew that even before I caught you climbing out my window,” he chuckled, “speaking of which-”
His arms unfolded and your eyes bulged near out of their sockets. 
A jump rope - the one you knew was hanging on the wall near the kitchen when you first walked in earlier  - was now wrapped loosely around his wrist. You barely had time to process that he must have grabbed it somewhere between receiving your text and yanking you out of the sink when-
“Are you - are you tying me up?!”
“You seem surprised,” Jungkook whispered softly against your ear (causing you to shiver embarrassingly). “That was the request you submitted - was it not?”
“Besides,” he leaned back to inspect his handiwork, “we can’t have you trying to jump out another window. This is really for your own safety.”
You opened your mouth to say something - actual words - but all that came out was a squeaky sort of wheeze- 
Jungkook continued to regard you in smug amusement. 
“You know you’re somewhat of a legend on campus... They call you the unbreachable babe-”
You rolled your eyes.
“And they wonder why I won’t sleep with them.”
“-the pristine princess-”
“Points for alliteration.”
“-the white whale-”
“Someone called me a WHALE?!”
Jungkook snorted.
“It’s a Moby Dick reference.”
“Everything is a dick reference with men,” you muttered, wiggling against the jump rope. “You know you can’t just go around tying women to chairs against their-”
“Against their will?” he finished with a devilish grin. Slowly he lowered himself down in front of you till you were eye to eye.
“I suppose it’s a good thing I have your written permission right here then.” 
His breath teased across your lips a moment before he moved his mouth to the shell of your ear and wrapped his arm across the back of your shoulders - bringing the phone to you “Why not read it for me, hmm?”
“I - no I can’t I-” your words stumbled as he scraped his teeth over your earlobe. 
“Do it,” he growled. 
The rough timbre of his command shot a hot spark of pleasure to your already drenched core. You could not remember ever being so exquisitely on edge. 
“I ... want Jeon Jungkook to-” your breath caught  as the heat of his free hand crept over your torso, “to tie me to his dining room chair-”
“Check,” he whispered, letting the words brush along your neck. “Go on.”
“I want him to rip-“ his fingers slid further up your chest, “oh gawd” - your breaths were coming in faster - every word stuttered out like a broken whimper - “rip my shirt in half, s-slap my tits and -”
Jungkook fisted one sinful hand in the material of your collar and yanked. Buttons flew in all directions as the cool air flooded over your skin. 
“You drive me absolutely crazy,” he muttered, letting his eyes linger on the black lace bra you’d thrown on because all the others were dirty. “But you don’t look past your books, and every guy you’ve ever shot down in cold blood knows it.”
His hands - sweet fiery heavens - his hands came up to palm your breasts and you moaned aloud - arching forward shamelessly. Your dignity was long gone at this point and you had no desire to retrieve it now. 
Jeon Jungkook finally had his hands on your tits and you weren’t going to miss a single second of it. 
“Please-” you whimpered. His long fingers kneaded into the soft mounds with perfect pressure- - you could feel the weight of his rings through the lace. 
“I never thought I’d get to do this,” his thumb brushed roughly over your peak and you jerked against the rope with an involuntary whine. 
 “You have no idea what you do to me, woman,” he sighed heavily - letting the heat of his breath tease the lace on your nipple a moment before he mouthed over it with the wet heat of his tongue, “but I have so many ideas about what I’m going to do to you.”
Your back bowed up until the rope pulled taunt against the chair - the ache in your center swelled uncontrollably. 
It had been so long. You were so sensitive - too sensitive. 
“J-Jungkook I - Ah! Oh my go-”
He switched to the other breast without warning and unleashed the same exquisite torment until you were grinding your thighs together.
“Frustrated?” 
You shot him a look that was half desperate, half incensed and he raised a single eyebrow. 
Jeon Jungkook knew a challenge when he saw one.
His teeth closed over your cloth covered peak for the briefest instant - sending a sharp spike of pleasure-tinged pain directly to your clit.
You screamed - the throbbing in your cunt became nearly unbearable as you clenched reflexively around nothing. 
“You sound so pretty, sweetness,” he praised gently - letting his lips soothe the abused tip. “Let me give you what you want...”
His fingers curled over the edge of your cups and tugged hard until you spilled out over the top. 
Wow. 
Jungkook felt his heart contract painfully in his chest. 
He studied works of art - masterpieces -  for a living - but looking at you - tied to his chair with the soft, bare swells of your breasts presented to him like Christmas morning - he would swear he’d never seen anything so beautiful in all his life 
You weren’t just sexy - you were smart, fiery, driven. He had never wanted a woman so badly - not just your body - but you. He’d never been possessive, but just the thought of you stirred something downright uncivilized within him. He wanted you in his clothes. In his bed. Covered in his touch. 
He fought it every day - raged against it while you sat in seminar taking notes in your cute little nerd outfits like a living breathing librarian wet dream. 
When Professor Kim paired you together it was the best and worst moment of his life. It kicked off three solid weeks of increasingly more desperate attempts to hide his persistent arousal anytime you were within 5 feet of him... There were several very close calls - like the time he randomly yanked his gym bag onto his lap in the middle of the library for no apparent reason. But you gave no indication of recognizing his bizarre behavior. (In fact you had zoned out completely because you were watching his hands fiddle with the zipper on the bag - so much so that you spilled your water bottle down the front of your white t-shirt which led to Jungkook disappearing - gym bag and all - into the restroom for a few minutes.)
He knew it was hopeless. 
His new friends were all too eager to tell him of the many men who - even with completely honorable intentions - had tried and failed miserably.  
And yet...here you were. Mewling for his touch like a needy little princess.
He respected your boundaries. You made it clear you weren’t interested in dating - in anything of that nature for the foreseeable future, so he never flirted, never asked you for coffee, never reached for your hand across the table the way he ached to more often than not…
But the moment he read your text, everything changed.
You wanted him (and pretty desperately too, if your depraved fantasies were any indication). Jungkook could feel the familiar hardness building below his waist, but he brushed any thought of immediate relief to the side.
He might never get another shot at this. He had to make it count. 
Stretching forward, he cupped the generous curves of your breasts - testing their weight in his grasp. His gaze devoured you greedily and you could feel yourself blooming under his focused heat. There were no thoughts beyond this second - this moment - and the desperate - all consuming desire for more. More of this - more of his touch - more of his attention. You needed it - craved it till you were whining breathlessly - pushing up into him like a purring cat when-
Smack.
You hissed in mindless pleasure as his palm connected sharply with your tits.
“Is this what you wanted, sweetness?”
Smack.
Your mouth shot open but no sound - save your soft, strangled gasps - emerged.  He used just the right amount of force to send you reeling. Your sopping panties flooded anew with each exquisite impact. 
Smack.
“You want me to mark these perfect tits?”  
Smack.
A primitive growl rumbled deep in his chest as he watched them bounce - mesmerized.
Suddenly his hands were soothing the sore red flesh with tender strokes. His mouth hovered over your hardened peaks - teasing his lips against them and stirring up tiny delicious sparks of heat in the pit of your stomach. 
“I must have pictured you like this a thousand times,” he whispered, “and still nothing ever came close.”
His eyes darted up to meet yours as he flicked out his tongue to wet the swollen tip of your nipple. Your throbbing inner walls fluttered in helpless anticipation as he drew it entirely into his mouth. The obscene visual of Jeon Jungkook suckling one breast while his sinful hands cupped and stimulated the other was lifted directly from your most pervasive fantasies. 
Your body bowed against the restraints again as waves of delicious sensation jolted over you.
He was relentless - showering each side with near worshipful attention while your cunt clenched desperately around nothing.
“Jungkook,” you sobbed, “please I-” 
All at once he surged forward - gently soothing the sides of your jaw with his thumb. His forehead rested intimately against yours - almost - but not quite-  touching your mouth to his.  
“What now, sweetness?” 
The words whispered teasingly across your lips sending shivers over your arms and into your chest from that one tentative point of contact
You were completely sunk for this man and he was determined to prove it. 
“What is it you want?” he coaxed. His voice was soft - indulgent. You were entirely in his power, but he had offered you this one last reprieve. 
You knew what the consequences would be if you answered. 
“I- I need your hands.”
He grinned.
“Where do you need them, hmm?”  His fingers brushed lightly over your knees.
“Higher-”
He slid them up a inch or two further. 
“Jungkook!”
“Tell me,” he whispered against your neck, “tell me where you want my hands.”
“Please...please put your hands... on my pussy.”
“Such a good girl for me.”
You couldn’t resist the warmth of his praise. It curled through you like liquid sunshine, washing away the last threads of your resistance. 
Some things were more important - even than school.
His fingers traced the sodden outline of your slit and you moaned- pressing forward desperately toward relief.
“Already so wet,” he marveled. “Is this all for me?” 
You nodded frantically and Jungkook delivered a harsh flick directly to your clit. The shock of pleasure had you reeling back so hard that the chair scraped across the floor.
“I can’t hear you, sweetness.”
“You-” you sobbed incoherently, “its all for you - please-” 
Jungkook rewarded you with a radiant smile and you’d swear you were twice as wet now, 
“Then you won’t mind if I have a taste?” he chuckled.
Deep, open-mouthed kisses suddenly spread over your core - directly through your panties. The sensation was so foreign and unspeakably lewd that your hips began to shake from the intensity of it. Large hands wrapped around your calves, forcing you to endure his leisurely pleasuring until the emptiness in your cunt became truly unbearable. 
“Ah! Gawd - I can’t - I-” Tears burned at the corner of your eyes. Jungkook gave your ruined panties one last indulgent lick before yanking them off entirely. 
The anticipation of what was coming next was slowly killing you - but if this was going to happen - there was one thing you desperately needed.
“My skirt - take my skirt off I want-”
Jungkook drew back, tilting his head expectantly. “Oh?”
You felt your cheeks begin to heat, but at this point - nothing would come between you and the realization of your ultimate daydream. Not when you were already tied up with your legs open and your tits out. 
“I want to see your hands. When you...I want to see them in me.”
You could tell the moment Jungkook put all the pieces together. A strange light of realization sparked in his eyes as his gaze shifted between his hands, your face and then back to his hands again. 
I want to see every place that man’s hands have been on my body.
“Well, well, well,” he snorted softly - then his palms smacked down on your thighs and the sting made you yelp guiltily. “Anything for you, sweetness.” 
There was such a playfulness to his dominant aura. He had your body at his mercy, but there was unconcealed affection there.
Affection for you.
The realization set your heart fluttering along with your cunt and Jungkook's gaze immediately snapped back to the glistening core. Your skirt pooled messily around your ankles now and the picture you presented was markedly erotic. 
“Look at this pretty pink pussy, sweetness,” he hummed, running one ringed thumb over your swollen labia - carefully avoiding your needy clit. You were just about to literally die when one lone index finger slid into your drenched channel - all the way up to the knuckle. 
It’s been so long since anything but your own inadequate digits have been inside you this way. The foreign feel of him, combined with the erotic visual of his veiny hand pressed lewdly to your center, hit your nervous system like a shot of pure adrenaline. 
“Your tiny cunt is so tight,” he hissed, slowly pistoning his finger in and out of your core.
He added a second finger and you whimpered at the stretch. “How will you take my cock if you’re this tight, sweetness? When your greedy little hole can barely handle two of my fingers?”
You couldn’t look away, the sight of those fingers disappearing inside of you only to reappear covered in your slick was hypnotic. The crude sound of your wetness clapping against his hand with every thrust was completely debauched. You could hear his tempo increase as well as see it and your body writhed helplessly, mewling erratically as the sensation continued to build. You were hurtling toward the edge and he knew it. 
His free hand clamped around the back of your neck keeping your gaze focused on the place where he breached you. “You want to cum on my fingers, baby?” His thumb (finally) flicked your clit and you jolted hard.
“Yes - yes please-” you gasped. 
His lips closed over your throbbing nub the same moment the two fingers in your sopping cunt curled up to press that spot. Lurid squeals tore from you as your body thrashed in an attempt to absorb pleasure that sharp and acute.  
“Jung-jungkook-ah!”
You were wailing his name. He offered no escape from the escalating spikes of sensation - suckling your clit and pounding into your cunt without mercy all the way up until the moment you shattered. 
Your mouth flew open in a silent scream as wave after wave of exquisite release poured through your body. Jungkook whispered filthy praises against your spasming pussy as he gently worked you through the height of it - licking away the messy flood of your cum like nectar from the sweetest source.
Then he was kissing you - slamming his lips onto yours like a man with nothing to lose and everything to win. He kissed you with unrestrained adoration and you opened to him eagerly - drunk in a haze of your own pleasure with a heady mix of your essence and a flavor distinctly his own heating up between your mouths. You could kiss him forever. You never wanted to stop.
“I swear-” he murmured when your lips broke away to taste his razor-sharp jawline, “there were days I thought I would die if I couldn’t have you.”
“Have me, then,” you breathed, scraping your teeth over the tender flesh of his neck. “Take me, now.”
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The logistics of how you ended up in his room were mostly unclear (there was a lot of tugging and untying and yanking of shirts over heads…)
However, most significant aspect of the whole transition was the moment you discovered that the massive closet next to Jungkook’s bed had mirrored doors.
Watching yourself bounce up and down on his massive cock was downright mesmerizing. 
The scene before you played out complete with lewd slaps to accompany the visual as he thrust up into your dripping pussy with relentless vigor. One large tattooed hand wrapped around your rib cage while the other gripped into one of your tits. 
Honestly, you could not help but wonder at his strength and stamina as he used your body like his own personal cock sleeve. You’d never once been dicked down so thoroughly - so pleasurably - in the entire scope of your experience, because - if you had - there is no way you could have gone a day - let alone years - without it. 
Gawd you missed this. You missed him. He’d never been inside of you before this moment, but you still missed the feel of him all your life right up till now. 
“How is this pussy still so tight?” he grunted - shifting his position a bit so he could pound into your g-spot from a different angle. 
“Jungkook,” you whimpered - unable to process anything beyond the delicious sensations rocketing out from your battered cunt with every thrust. 
“I know you can cum again, sweetness” he coaxed. 
The hand on your breast dropped down abruptly to smack your clit right above where he entered you and your broken sobs of ecstasy nearly drowned out his next words. 
“That’s right. Cum all over my cock.”
Searing pleasure tore through you in response to his command. His head shot back with a guttural groan as you clamped down on him.
“Where can I cum?” he gasped - wrapping both hands around your ribs as his rhythm became wildly erratic. He was so close he could barely see straight. 
“Cum inside me  - Jung -Jungkook - want you to fill ahh - fill me up-” 
You were your stomach before you could fully process how you got there. The sight of him behind you in the mirror, pounding into your core while his arms and chest rippled obscenely was downright enthralling.
I’m never having sex without a mirror ever again.  
“I’ll never get enough of this perfect little cunt, sweetness. Please -” he begged - the first and only time all night, “- tell me I’m yours. Tell me this isn't the last time I’ll touch you.”
Strange warmth flooded your chest. 
“You’re mine, Jungkook-” a sharp twist of pleasure had you crying out again. “Only mine.”
His thrusts became more erratic as his body lowered closer to yours, bringing his chest flush against your back while his lips brushed your ear.
“And who does this pussy belong to?” he growled possessively.
“You - It belongs to you!”
White hot cum bathed your inner walls as he came with a strangled shout. His arms gathered you close while he rode out the waves of his release. 
The minutes that followed passed in a blur of tender kisses and soft moans...
 There was something so alluring about him gently cleaning and caring for your body in the haze of afterglow. 
“You know what this means, sweetness,” he whispered, pressing his forehead intimately to yours.
“What does it mean?” 
You were already drawing him into another kiss.
“It means all those dirty texts better come directly to me now.”
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Masterlist: I got more where that came from…
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v-hope · a year ago
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—Tiger Flower
not many people knew the shy guy who used to do everything alone in high school was the one to secretly leave flowers in your seat every week. you most certainly didn’t know the introvert guy you were just befriending in third year of college was the reason flowers meant so much to you now. and jeongguk? he most definitely didn’t know he would once again be silently aching for you to please love him.
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pairing: jeon jeongguk x reader, kim taehyung x reader
genre: fluff, humor, drama, college!au, social media au, slow burn
status: completed
schedule: saturdays and wednesdays at 5-6pm est, ideally. i might post only one of those days sometimes or i might even post some other day (i’d let you guys know beforehand!). uni’s a roller coaster but i’ll try my best to stick to it~
keys:
🖋: drabble after the texts
a/n: yes the whole jeongguk x tiger flower really had an impact on me, don’t judge. also i didn’t know if i should put angst or drama on the genre but i think drama fits it better? idk don’t mind me, you’ll get it. i don’t really have much to say other than i hope you enjoy it 💕 i’ll post the introductions soon!
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🌺 part one - introductions
🌺 part two - partnerless
🌺 part three - over her
🌺 part four - let’s be together
🌺 part five - don’t choke
🌺 part six - confused and shy
🌺 part seven 🖋 - denial
🌺 part eight - friends
🌺 part nine 🖋 - designated partner
🌺 part ten - do it for her
🌺 part eleven - coke to pepsi
🌺 part twelve - friendzoned
🌺 part thirteen - yoongied
🌺 part fourteen - cute
🌺 part fifteen - bodyguard
↳ bonus 🖋 - walking home
🌺 part sixteen - feelings
🌺 part seventeen - the whole circus
↳ bonus 🖋 - coffee shop
🌺 part eighteen - off the flowers list
🌺 part nineteen - bunny for a bunny
🌺 part twenty - b a l a n c e
🌺 part twenty one - how close?
↳ bonus 🖋 - comfort
↳ bonus - got it hard
🌺 part twenty two - her beaver
🌺 part twenty three - not yours
↳ bonus - last cupcake in the world
🌺 part twenty four - handsome mf
↳ bonus 🖋 - together
🌺 part twenty five - i’m baby
🌺 part twenty six - bit of a b*tch
↳ bonus 🖋 - stay the night
🌺 part twenty seven - repeat itself
🌺 part twenty eight - blocked
↳ bonus 🖋 - with you (m)
↳ bonus - the good succ
🌺 part twenty nine - no emojis
🌺 part thirty - flowers
🌺 part thirty one - protection squad
↳ bonus - three years
🌺 part thirty two - flower thief
🌺 part thirty three 🖋 - tiger lily (m)
🌺 part thirty four - call out
🌺 part thirty five - homewrecker
↳ bonus 🖋 - new camera
🌺 part thirty six - first date
🌺 part thirty seven - moral of the story
🌺 part thirty eight - taking the lead
🌺 part thirty nine - power move
🌺 epilogue - 2 years
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more bonus parts bc yes:
🌺 bonus one 🖋 - bun in a bun
🌺 bonus two - q&a
🌺 bonus three 🖋 - new shampoo
🌺 bonus four - v card loss
🌺 bonus five 🖋 - jealousy
🌺 bonus six 🖋 - short hair
🌺 bonus seven 🖋 - good lovers
🌺 bonus eight 🖋 - video games
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ddaenysus · a year ago
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symmetry; jjk (m)
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pairing: gryffindor!jungkook x slytherin!reader
genre: smut, angst, fluff, magic au, hogwarts au
warnings: smut, jealousy from both sides because they're idiots, kind of fuckboy jk but not really??
summary: both of you being from rival houses; the smirk that jungkook seemed to throw in your direction every shared class did nothing for your disdain towards him. as far as you were concerned, he was arrogant and childish; you just wished he wasn’t so damn good in bed.
word count: 10k.
author’s note: got to be honest, i didn't expect this to end up being so long but here we are. i was relieved when i finally had the motivation to write this, cause there are quite a few other fic ideas roaming around my head but after posting the preview/masterlist for the howarts aus i didn't want to just leave them behind. so here we are, enjoy, my dudes.
media: moodboard | playlist
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One thing you had been certain of the past seven years of your education at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was that the divide between Slytherin and Gryffindor was a big one.
Due to that fact, your feelings towards the students in said Gryffindor house were negative to say the least. You disliked many of them.
Most notably; Jeon Jungkook.
The cocky Gryffindor Seeker, who walked with a strut in his step and a smirk on his face as he boasted about yet another victory for his Quidditch team thanks to his ‘magical skills’.
Not a day went by that you didn’t imagine wiping that bunny grin off his face with a hex or two, his need for attention and praise the most frustrating thing of your day to day life; next to the fact that almost everyone in the castle seemed to fall for his childish demeaner and shower him with compliments and love.
It was about four weeks ago that you finally snapped and devised a way to mess with him; to take him down a peg and have people snicker in his direction instead of sending flirtatious winks or loud cheers accompanied with high fives.
What you didn’t expect, was that the magenta hair you’d managed to give him would somehow work for him. Unbelievably, it made him that more attractive to the female population of the school and gave him more opportunities to have a good night at the end of any party.
What you expected even less was to see that magenta hair between your thighs as the pair of you hid in a broom closet in a more secluded part of the castle.
“Jeon-” you sighed, hand twisting in his dark pink locks as his tongue worked in figure eights against your aching clit.
Responding with a lustful moan that vibrated through your body in the most pleasurable way, he quickened his movements, his fingers digging deeper into the exposed skin of your thighs.
About three days after his hair had been altered, he had come to the realisation that there was no changing it back any time soon; something you had made sure of. He was going to be stuck with that colour until the end of the school year at the earliest.
Three days after that, Jungkook had finally found the culprit, cornering you in an empty classroom to demand an apology or a way for you to make it up to him. Cue a long heated argument that somehow ended with his teeth at your throat as he lifted you up onto a desk and tore your underwear clean off.
After he gave you the best orgasm of your life, you had scolded yourself and sworn that you would never set foot near the boy again; until the next day when he somehow managed to seduce you into a quick romp in a secret passageway he’d found a year prior.
Lewd wet noises broke you from your thoughts as the all familiar tingle started coursing through your body; back arching away from the rough stone wall at your back, teeth clamping down on your lower lip to keep yourself from being caught in the act.
Legs twitching, your breathing came out in short pants as Jungkook rose to his feet; using the back of his hand to wipe away any leftover moisture.
“One of these days you’re going to have to give in and scream for me.” He mumbled, teeth scraping against the mark he’d left on your neck the night before. “You’re the only one who actually gives a fuck about what we’re doing.”
You couldn’t contain the need to roll your eyes as his lips twisted up into yet another smirk.
“Will you just hurry up?” Tugging him towards you and swiftly unbuttoning his trousers, you relished in the hiss that he produced as you grasped his newly freed erection in your hand. “Some of us actually have places to be.”
He quickly lifted you up, moving your legs to wrap around his waist as your back hit the stone wall again, aligning his straining cock with your entrance. “Is today finally going to be the day you agree to taste yourself?”
Scoffing at his vulgar words, you moved your face away from his when he brushed his nose against yours; lips hovering far too close for your liking.
“You know the rules. No kissing, that's not what this is.” You reminded him. “Besides, you’re disgusting.”
Raising his eyebrow in a sneer, he grunted “And yet here you are.” as he sharply thrust up into you; a quiet groan vibrating in your throat at the full feeling of him deeply situated inside of you.
“The ends justify the means, Jeon.”
His eyes scrunched shut, your walls tightening around his length causing him to falter in his movements. “Whatever you say, y/l/n.”
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Potions class had always undoubtedly been your favourite; if for no other reason than your head of house was the teacher and it was the subject both of your parents had excelled at whilst they had been attending Hogwarts.
The potential to be an incredible potions master was all but running through your very veins.
Until the headmaster decided that a method had to be created to better the relationship between houses. Apparently there were too many rumours at this point that the Slytherin and Gryffindor houses were becoming more and more hostile towards one another as the years went by.
That's how you ended up here, no longer paired with your intelligent housemate, but instead with the well known slacker that irritated you beyond belief; Jeon Jungkook.
Your breath came out in a huff for the third time in the past twenty minutes, the ruby red umbrella that he'd brought in with him poking you in the leg for what seemed like the twentieth time since class had started. “If you still insist on using muggle objects instead of magic against something as simple as the rain, at least learn how to store it properly under the desk.”
His attention having solely been on enchanting a piece of paper to fly over to his best friend in the shape of a small dragon, his eyes widened as he realised you had spoken to him; turning to you with a look that highly resembled a deer caught in headlights.
“Have you even paid attention to what we have to do for the next hour and a half?” You scoffed, arms crossing in annoyance.
“Of course.” He replied, flicking his head to the side to move the hair of his fringe from his eyes. “We have to make some kind of potion before the end of class.”
It took everything in you not to swear at him for his idiocy. “Well observed that we'd have to make a potion in potions class, Jeon.” You sneered, moving your book to the middle of the desk so that he could see what you'd noted down.
“Amortentia?” His face scrunched in disgust at the name. “Should we really be learning how to make this? Surely this is just a lesson for crazy ex girlfriend's who won't give up? No one in their right mind should be making a love potion.”
“We don't really get to decide that.” You couldn't fault his logic, also unable to see any benefits from a potion like this, having researched and found that several children had been born whilst one of the parents was under the influence of amortentia; the children were then incapable of love themselves. “But we need to brew this stupid love potion if we want to pass the class, so focus and hopefully this will be over soon.”
Pushing his hair back, Jungkook reluctantly started to help you look for the ingredients around the room. With his cooperation, the pair of you managed to finish the potion within the hour; the pearly sheen giving you hope that you'd actually done well together and completely the task without fault.
However, as the steam spiralled up from the cauldron and wafted under your nose, you suddenly questioned if you'd messed up.
Sure, the scent of lemon cupcakes made sense, as did the salty smell of the ocean that you always loved to visit as a child; but the last thing to register gave you pause.
You knew what the scent was, it was something you'd come across quite often over the past few weeks whenever your head had been nuzzled into Jungkook's neck to suppress the moans that threatened to escape from your throat.
The musky smell of his cologne was obvious to you now, which meant that there had to be something wrong with potion sitting in front of you.
And by the horrified expression on Jungkook's face, it was pretty obvious that he was having a similar experience.
“You must have done something wrong.” You snapped. There was no way that it had been you to make a mistake in potions class, you'd gotten top marks your entire education.
“I did everything you told me to do, if something went wrong then it's on you.”
The two of you stood in stunned silence as the professor glided over and proceeded to praise your work and explain how perfectly you'd created the liquid that continued to taunt you from it's place on the desk. “10 points to both of your houses.”
As he walked away mumbling about how the headmaster may have been right to merge the student houses in classes, Jungkook and yourself refused to meet each other's gaze as you pondered the new information.
The silence was deafening until your professor announced that class was over, both of you rushing to leave the room; which resulted in his umbrella prodding you in the ribs when he lost his grip in his haste.
“Ow. If that useless piece of plastic and metal hits me one more time I'm going to shove it up your ass, Jeon.” You growled, a fierce glare sent his way.
“Before you do that, you might want to consider removing the one up yours.” He snarled before quickly turning and walking out the classroom.
As you silently seethed, the scent of his skin lingering from the cauldron only worsening your mood, you stormed out of the room to find something to de-stress with; and it wasn't going to be Jeon Jungkook.
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When students were asked what their favourite part of Hogwarts was, most would often answer with an anecdote of how much food they’d managed to stuff in their mouths on a night.
You were no different.
The feast set out before you was great; every single thing you could possibly imagine laid before you just waiting to be devoured. It was nights like these that you knew there would be a huge announcement, one that would lead to about 90% of the student body cheering for their headmaster; whilst the other 10% who hated being social would grumble to themselves about how they weren’t taking part in whatever event was away to be thrown.
“I wonder what it’s going to be.” Your friend, Reagan, pondered out loud. “I hope it’s not another contest, Gryffindor just get extra points thrown at them, everybody knows it by now.”
Wiping a stray crumb off a pumpkin pasty from the corner of your mouth, you dismissed her thoughts “It’s too late in the year for it to be a contest, it’ll be some sort of celebration to let the current students have some fun and leave an ever lasting impact on those that are leaving.”
“Whatever it is, the headmaster better announce it quickly.” She replied, daintily taking a bite of her food. “If I need to find an appropriate outfit, he needs to give me as much time as possible to prepare.”
“Oh I'm sure you'll do just fine.” Your eyes focused on the headmaster as he made his way to the owl shaped podium at the front of the hall. “Looks like you're going to get your wish anyway.”
With a raise of his hands, the great hall fell into silence. You had to admire the simple sign of respect, something that one could argue was much more powerful than all magic.
“You all must be wondering what is in store for you tonight, what grand announcement is coming that you were granted with such a bountiful feast.” He started, eyes sparkling over his half moon spectacles. “Well, it is with great delight, that I can tell you we will be hosting a ball. A dance to say farewell for the summer and good luck to those who will be leaving us this year.”
The different houses immediately erupted into ramblings of who they were going with, what they would wear, what music they were hoping for and everything else you'd expect with a ball on the horizon.
“I knew I'd need to think of a new outfit.” Reagan piped up from your side, turning to your housemate who wanted to talk colour coordination for the event.
You yourself, found your gaze drawn to the pink haired boy who was staring over in your direction. It didn't surprise you per say, the pair of you often finding a way to communicate with each other when the rest of the students around you were preoccupied; the excitement for the ball was as good a distraction as any.
The look in his eyes was clear and you knew exactly what it meant, that he wanted you and if you were smart you'd meet him in the secret place he'd shown you unless you wanted to risk him searching for you later.
When he'd first pulled you into the hidden passageway, you'd asked how he'd even found it himself; just to get a vague response about needing the 'right map'.
Regardless, the heat that instantly pooled between your thighs made it obvious that you were going to accept his offer without any hesitancy.
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The air was thick with the smell of dusty books that hadn't been opened in decades, the library silent with the very few students who chose to study on a Friday night.
You often used it as a kind of sanctuary; hidden in the far back corner behind a row of tall bookcases that kept you out of sight of any others in the room. Thoughts were easier to process when you didn't have anybody around to distract you.
So there you were, reading a letter from your father that had arrived that afternoon. He was informing you of a potential match for your future husband, something that your parents were both adamant that you would agree to once your school life was over in a few months.
The sinking feeling in your stomach was new to you. An arranged marriage was a fact of your life that you'd been spoken to about for many years now and you'd always been okay with it. Your ancestors were all matched up by their families, so it wasn't outrageous to you that the same fate would befall your future.
But something had changed, though you didn't know what, and the idea of spending the rest of your life in what would probably be a loveless marriage no longer appealed to you. In fact, it made you feel slightly sick.
Footsteps running in your direction caught your attention, brief irritation washing over you as a mop of magenta hair appeared from around the corner of the bookcase to your left.
Jungkook.
Of course he would interrupt your thoughts at a time like this; how unbelievably inconsiderate.
He hadn't seemed to notice your presence, having twirled around to pear back to where he had appeared. His muscular shoulders were rising and falling swiftly while he panted, his breathing laboured from his brisk sprint.
“Please don't say you use this place for hookups.” You drawled, hiding the letter amongst your books as you spoke.
Jungkook twirled round, eyes wide with surprise as he acknowledged your existence. “Y/l/n. What are you doing here on a Friday night?”
“There's this insane concept, where you come to libraries to study.” Glancing down at your books with a look of condescension, you could almost feel him roll his eyes at you. “The only thing out of the ordinary here is you, Jeon.”
“I'm hiding, obviously.” He scoffed, giving a quick glance around the bookcase before sauntering over to take a seat next to you. “A Ravenclaw I spent the night with a few months ago finally caught up to me and doesn't seem willing to let it slide that I didn't fall madly in love with her afterwards.”
Squinting your eyes in disbelief, you asked. “And you thought the library was a good place to hide from a Ravenclaw?”
You knew that Jungkook wasn't the brightest student at Hogwarts, but you had figured he would be smart enough to understand that the library all but belonged to the brainy house of blue.
“Well, why on Earth would anyone think that I would enter the library?” he smirked in return. “As you just said, I'm the only thing out of the ordinary here, she'd never expect me to run to a place of wisdom for solace.”
“The end of that sentence almost made you sound intelligent, congratulations.”
His focus darted to the table where your notes were scattered, returning his gaze to you with suspicion clear in his deep brown eyes. “Intelligent enough to know you're hiding something. I have a feeling it's got something to do with the letter sticking out of that book.” Pointing towards the letter you'd haphazardly shoved into hiding, he leaned back in his chair with a look of triumph at your surprised expression.
“Okay,” you sighed. “You caught me. I come to library sometimes when I have to think and it might not always be education related.”
His features softened in concern. “Everything alright?”
“It's not something you have to worry about.”
The two of you sat in an uncomfortable silence for a few moments, uncertain of what to say to each other. In all of your secret meetings, you'd never once had a real and honest conversation; that wasn't what either of you had signed up for and you weren't about to change that because of a letter you had been expecting your whole life.
“Careful, y/l/n.” he warned, mischief dancing in his eyes. “The look on your face is going to out you for having real emotions.”
As much as you tried to resist, your closed off expression dissolved into a soft laughter when Jungkook nudged into your side with a gentle smile. It looked like he may possibly be useful for more than one thing like you'd originally believed.
“You know, if you wanted a distraction.” His hand smoothed up the skin of your thigh to play with the ends of your skirt; shivers running throughout your body at the contact. “With an area this secluded, we could do something a lot more fun than study.” He whispered in your ear, teeth scraping along the skin of your earlobe at the end of his sentence.
Rubbing your thighs together, the sudden urge to have him inside you was immense, but you'd found yourself running to him too often now and this was a place for clearing your mind from all distractions; not falling into the arms of your most common one. Especially when you'd come so close to opening up about your problems to him.
“No, no, no.” You firmly said, pulling your books together and standing from your seat. “This is my happy place, you're not ruining it.”
“We could always make it our happy place.” He retorted, eyes widening with the realisation that his words sounded far more romantic and dating like than the sexual innuendo he'd been aiming for.
Your hand flew to your chest in mock flattery with a gasp. “Aww, are we going to start holding hands now? Are we going to pluck wild flowers for each other and make googly eyes across the great hall?”
“Okay.” He scoffed, rising to his feet beside you.
“Are you going to start writing poetry for me?” You asked, face contorted as you pretended you were going to cry with happiness as you turned to leave. “Is this when we announce our undying love for one another?”
Shoving your shoulder with a chuckle, he made to follow you out of the hidden spot. “Shut up, you know what I meant, asshole.”
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Your teeth sunk into your lower lip to try and contain the moans that were fighting to leave your mouth, two of Jungkook's fingers curling inside you as he moved them to find the exact spot that would have you crumbling in no time.
“God you're always so fucking tight.”
Mind delirious with satisfaction, you hardly registered his words that were muffled against the skin of your neck as he sucked a new purple bruise into the crook. Dirty talk wasn't something you particularly sought after, but the gruff tone that came with the lewd words always peaked your pleasure.
“Fuck-” the word escaped you without your permission, ecstasy rolling over your body in waves as you reached your high; Jungkook grinding his clothed erection against your thigh when you bit into his shoulder to halt the sounds tumbling out of you.
“On your knees.”
Dropping to the floor, you helped him undo his belt and unzip his jeans, mentally noting that you would have to wear tights for the next few days as your knees scraped against the stone floor.
Hogsmead trips had always been pointless in your opinion, but more recently you'd come to be thankful of them. Most of the students would be out of the castle, at least the ones who would notice your absence. Which meant that you and Jungkook had a good few hours to meet up without raising suspicion.
Unfortunately, as exams grew closer, you had to keep it quick so you could return to studying.
His cock was firm in your grasp as you slowly swirled your tongue around the tip, Jungkook sighing with relief at the contact.
It was always the same, you would tease him to the point he would lose patience and throat fuck you till tears were running down your cheeks.
This time was no different.
Working your tongue along the side of his shaft, you heard him growl as a hand tightly wound it's way into your hair and brought you back to the tip.
“You know I hate it when you do that.” He rubbed the head across the parting of your lips a few times. “But we both know it's only cause you like my cock shoved so deep down your throat that you struggle to speak afterwards.”
The moisture that was already gathered at your entrance after your orgasm only seemed to worsen with his words, the feeling of it smearing across your thighs as you rubbed them together leaving you yearning for him to be inside you again when your walls clenched around nothing.
But you were unable to form a response to his words when he opened your mouth and shoved his cock so far that the head hit the back of your throat.
He groaned at the warm feeling of your mouth around him, freezing in his motions for a second with the fear that he'd cum too quick if he moved immediately.
When he finally started thrusting, your moans overwhelmed you, the sounds vibrating around him; his teeth gritting together with his attempts to stay in control.
“If you keep doing that I'll- hnng- I won't last much- fuck- longer.” His hand tightened to keep you still as his movements became rougher, the familiar sting of him prodding deep into you bringing tears to your eyes.
Your hand slid down to the junction of your thighs, two fingers rubbing harsh circles against your clit. There was something about giving away all control that had you aching for release, your usually independent self being able to let go for a small amount of time.
Jungkook's eyes scrunched together as he realised what you were doing to yourself, feeling you swallow around the end of his length as you inched closer and closer to the edge at your own hand. “Fuck, keep doing that.” He panted, sweat gathering at his brow as he neared his own release.
With his cock shoved deep down your throat, it muffled your noises enough that you allowed yourself to be as loud as you always wanted to be. The cry as you came only audible to yourselves without the risk of anyone overhearing.
As satisfaction coursed through you, the feeling of Jungkook's cum painted the inside of your mouth when he came with a sigh; hands desperately grasping the back of your head as his thighs trembled.
His member left your mouth with a pop, your mouth staying open so he could admire the sight of your tongue covered with his seed like he always craved after such an act.
Swallowing every last drop, you rose to your feet with the help of the boy in front of you; legs shaky as you tried to overcome the lingering aftermath of your second orgasm.
“So I'm guessing you'll be skipping the ball.” He chuckled, tucking himself back into his jeans. “I think I might do the same, I'm sure we'll be able to find something much better to do.”
It was quite a strange topic for him to decide upon, though all you both ever seemed to do now was organise when your next secret rendezvous would be.
Adjusting your skirt so that it was straight again, you sighed, smoothing over the fabric with your hands. “Actually, I'm going with Jameson. My parent's believe he'll be a smart match for me or whatever.”
Focusing on the slight crease that was refusing to cooperate, you failed to notice Jungkook freeze; his mouth slightly agape at your words.
“Oh, so you are going? With a date?”
“That is what I just said.” Eyes shifting to his own with confusion, you wondered what his deal was. “What's wrong with your face?”
He seems to snap out of his daze at your words, hurriedly tugging his tie back over his neck. “Nothing, just amazed someone could have the patience to deal with you for that long.”
Scoffing, you peak out the door to check that the coast was clear. “I get that you're too dim to understand half the things I say, but other intelligent minds can grasp how interesting I actually am.”
“Yes, I'm sure your ass and your money have nothing to do with his interests.” He quips, leaning back on the wall in preparation to wait until you'd been gone for 5 minutes.
“How classy.” You deadpanned, shifting out of the door without so much as another glance back; incapable of seeing the confusion and self doubt the clouded Jungkook's eyes as he considered the new feeling bubbling in his chest at the idea of you with another guy.
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The night of the ball came all too quickly.
The dress that your mother had sent you for the occasion left you uncomfortable as you left the Slytherin common room, a deeply low cut back allowing a breeze to sweep across your bare skin; the silver snake that hung down the middle cold as it caressed your spine.
Jameson had agreed to meet you at the great hall, if for no other reason than you wanted as much time to yourself as possible before you were forced to spend an entire evening with him.
“You look lovely this evening.” He greeted you, eyes bored and uninterested as you made your way towards him.
Neither of you had particularly wanted to come to this affair together; but much like other pure blood families, yours decided that a marriage had to be arranged before you left the school for good. Thankfully, they did agree that you should have a few meetings before anything was set in stone.
It unsurprisingly took only a small amount of time until your fellow Slytherin was making an excuse to leave your side, abandoning you by one of the large fireplaces to go and get you both drinks.
“This is interesting.” A confident voice sounds behind you, a finger grazing along the side of the snake at your back; shivers running up your spine at the contact.
Turning your head, you find Jungkook looking down at you with a smirk, his hand lingering on your lower back far too long whilst in public.
“I thought you weren't coming.” You remarked, shifting away from his touch to get some distance between the two of you.
“I thought you had a date.”
Raising an eyebrow in annoyance, you gestured over to where Jameson stood talking with his classmates. “There he is, now I don't believe we ever agreed that we could interact in public unless we were forced to by our professors, Jeon.”
“Nobody is watching us, y/l/n.” He scoffed, resting against the wall at his side. “As I said before, you're the only one who gives a shit.”
Eyes darting around the room, you noticed that he was right for the most part; except your best friend who was watching your exchange with narrowed eyes.
“You're not entirely right about that.” You muttered, lips turning down in a small frown. “If you're that desperate for my attention then you can wait until the evening is over.”
The smirk on his face grew with your words, leaning in closely to whisper in your ear. “Do I really look that handsome that you're not even going to pretend to resist this time?”
“Bold of you to assume I'm agreeing so quickly for any other reason than I want you to leave me alone for the remainder of this event.” You sneered back quietly, briskly walking away to rejoin your date.
Anger was swirling in your stomach, unable to believe the audacity that boy had in interacting with you where everyone else could see. However, a deeper part of you knew that the emotions you were feeling were mostly towards yourself and the fact that what he'd said was actually true.
He was wearing a black tux, his magenta hair styled to perfection that had most of the girls in the room staring at him from afar; hands raising in flirtatious waves when his gaze would linger on them for little over a second.
Jealousy wasn't an emotion you'd ever experienced before; having wealthy parents who purchased anything you ever dreamed of and your grades being high enough that you didn't have to worry about your future.
But watching as he winked at a Hufflepuff that had been pining away for him all year unsettled you in a way that made you want to drag him out of the hall and refuse to let any other woman so much as look at him for the foreseeable future.
“Looks like Jeon didn't manage to find himself a date.” Jameson scoffed, the envy clearly etched on his face as he observed the Gryffindor boy getting so much female attention. “I knew it was only a matter of time before others saw how worthless the half-blood really is.”
The others around you snickered at the boys words, but your mouth formed a pout as disgust settled within you; the topic of blood status never being one that you enjoyed conversing about.
Your eyes locked with Jungkook across the room, his gaze morphing into concern with the sad and guilty look in your eyes.
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Standing underneath the arches outside the main entrance, you gazed at the stars as Jameson rambled on about his future prospects and working with his father.
His had had settled on your waist ten minutes ago, the warmth from his hand seeping into your skin through the fabric and making you cringe.
“I agree that we make a smart match, y/n.” He suddenly proclaimed, breaking you from your thoughts as his free hand moved a stray piece of hair from your face. “I think it would benefit both of our families if we could agree to some form of arrangement to spend our lives together.”
He had leaned in closer, his eyes darting towards your lips with every word. He thought that bringing up your family's wishes would somehow convince you into being intimate with him, you assumed.
When his lips were a breath away from your own, you turned your head to the side asking if he would be so kind as to get you a beverage. “My throat is a little dry.”
“Of course.” He replied, the disappointment and frustration clear in his gaze, though he forced a fake smile. “I'll be right back.”
When he was out of sight, you released a harsh breath, bile starting to rise to the surface at the idea of having to kiss the boy you'd been coerced into spending the ball with.
A hand roughly grabbing your arm caused you to flinch, eyes snapping to the body of Jeon Jungkook as he drew you away from the ball; his face set in fury with loud footsteps echoing down the empty hall.
As he all but dragged you down the corridor, you shoved his hand off of you. “You can’t just drag me away from a date, Jeon. That’s not what we do.”
“Will you just shut up for like five minutes?” He fumed, backing you up against the wall at your back. “You and I both know that you found him a stuck up boring piece of shit, so quit acting like you were enjoying yourself.”
If you were to say that the fire in his eyes wasn’t having a heavy affect on you, then you’d be a liar. The way his furious gaze held your own had your breath leaving you in pants as heat pooled between your thighs.
The space between the two of you grew narrower, your mind so delirious with desire that you almost threw all of your rules out of the window; no longer caring if you were to get caught fucking in the middle of the hallway.
But then a door started to appear beside you, Jungkook wasting no time shoving you through it into a room that was slowly taking shape before you.
“What the hell is this?” You asked, eyes squinting as a bed formed in front of a large fireplace. “What have you done?”
“Nothing yet.” He responded, pushing you down onto the newly appeared mattress. “But I’m not about to waste a good opportunity on answerless questions.”
His mouth was on your neck before you could form a response, desperately sucking and biting as he moved to hover over you. “J-Jeon-” You stuttered, trying your hardest to keep your mind clear as your heart thudded in your chest and your thighs squeezed together.
“Please shut up.” He mumbled against your skin, his voice almost desperate.
Your secret meetings had always been quick and filled with an intense need, but you couldn’t recall a time that was this heated and impulsive since that first time in that abandoned classroom.
Jungkook rolled the two of you over, sitting up to have you straddle his lap; hands moving to your shoulders to slide the sleeves of your dress down as his lips moved over every inch of newly exposed skin.
As the dress was carelessly thrown to the side of the room, you pushed a hand through your hair; thankful that you hadn’t tried to do anything extravagant with the style.
Groaning at the sight of your body, Jungkook lurched forward to take a nipple in his mouth, tongue twirling around the hardened bud as you slowly grinded on his growing member.
“He wouldn’t have been able to treat you right.” He sneered, lips parting from your skin with a small popping sound. “You know I’m the only one who can make you feel this good; can have you trembling and eager for my cock to be inside you.”
You wanted to disagree, to curse him out and leave the room without so much as a glance back. But his hands on your ass driving you harder against his clothed erection was enough to keep you quiet; your forehead falling against his muscular shoulder as a lustful moan left your parted mouth.
One of his hands rises up to bring your face up to his again, forcing you to hold his gaze. “Say it.” He demanded. “Say that you need me.”
Eyes closing, you couldn’t bear the intensity of his stare, hoping that you wouldn’t have to answer him; not knowing if you were happy with your own answer. You shouldn’t need this; you shouldn’t need to fall back into the arms of Jeon Jungkook whenever you felt horny. One thing is damned sure, is that he should in no way ever have that strong of an effect on you. He was a meaningless hook-up; someone you should be able to leave behind no problem.
His hand moves around your throat, squeezing lightly to regain your attention, the pressure in your stomach warming to a point that you were sure he could ask anything of you in that moment and you would give it to him. “Say it, y/n.”
Your eyes opened to meet his at the mention of your first name, you never called each other by your given names, you weren’t that familiar. “I need you.” You breathed, head light with anticipation of what was to come.
An almost animalistic growl was all you heard as he rolled the two of you over once more to lay you against the pillows. “Say it again.” He ordered, hastily unbuttoning his shirt to reveal the defined muscles you had come to know by touch alone; hands tugging it over his head recklessly as he tossed it to the side.
“I need you.”
The remainder of your clothes were quickly disposed of, your panties exposing how wet you already were for him just from a few gropes and harsh words. “Something tells me you might be enjoying this.” Jungkook smirked, eyes focused on the damp patch you’d left on your underwear.
“If you don’t fuck me right now, I’m leaving to go find Jameson.” You snarled, more than impatient at this point; a vicious yearning threatening to overwhelm you any moment now.
His eyes hardened, jaw tightening with barely veiled jealousy at the mention of your date to the ball. Within no time at all, his trousers and underwear had joined the rest of the clothing on the floor and his erection was burrowed deep inside you before you could utter another word.
Immediate satisfaction surged through you as he started a ruthless pace, urgent thrusts hitting all the right places; his voice rough and broken when groaning vulgar words into your ear.
This hadn’t been the night you had planned when getting ready earlier in the evening. In fact, Jeon Jungkook had been the furthest thing from your mind until the moment you spotted him glaring at you from across the great hall. The thought of him relentlessly pounding into you wasn’t something you had ever allowed yourself to imagine, unless he was the one purposefully creating that picture for you.
Suddenly, his speed slowed as the familiar feeling of bliss started to collect within you, your eyes widening when he brought his face up to your own.
Thrusting deeper inside you, his nose brushed yours as you felt your bodies press tighter together; his hips rolling against yours in the slowest rhythm you’ve experienced with him yet.
“Jeon.” You warned in a hushed tone, your gut screaming at you to move your face away from his before it was too late; before either of you had the chance to break your number one rule.
One of his hands tangled into your hair, foreheads pushed together, his lips a hair width away from yours; heavy breathing the only thing exchanged between the two of you.
“We can’t-” Your words are cut off as he finally joins your mouths together in a ruthless kiss, a wave of electricity flowing from your chest throughout your body; every inch of you tingling with a new feeling that you couldn’t even begin to explain.
Jungkook groaned as his tongue slipped passed your lips; the fingers in your hair tightening their grip whilst his free hand harshly gripped at the skin of your ass.
“Oh my-” He gasped, incapable of finishing his sentence due to the urgent desire to mark every last bit of exposed skin and make you sigh his name in delight.
The coil in your stomach tightened when you felt his thrusts lose their rhythm, alerting you to the fact he wouldn’t last much longer; your nails digging into the skin of his lower back as he pounded into you harder.
You were almost ready to burst, the pleasure you were feeling too much for you, your mind losing focus at the feeling of him hitting deep within you and brushing against the place that made you want to scream.
Fingers skimming up his back to twist into his hair, you stuttered out “J-Jungkook.” His mouth crashing onto yours once more to swallow your cries as the pair of you came together; ecstasy rushing through your veins in the most intense orgasm you’ve ever experienced.
A few moments passed and his movements slowed to a stop; though his mouth still languidly worked over yours, his thumb delicately soothing over the side of your head from where his hand was still entangled in your hair.
Tonight had been different from your usual rendezvous. You had no idea where it left you; what it meant for tomorrow.
One thing you knew for certain, you were in deep shit.
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It had been a week since the night that seemed to change everything between the pair of you; neither one having made the move to talk to the other.
The dark circles under your eyes made it quite clear that you'd struggled to sleep; that is on the the nights that you'd managed to fall into a peaceful slumber at all. But even those dreams unsettled you, filled with Jungkook and the warmth of his gaze from the morning you'd woken up after the ball.
He'd been wrapping a strand of your hair loosely around his finger as he'd watched you wake up to find that you'd spent the night in the mystery room that had appeared for the two of you.
That only lasted a few moments though, the anxious feeling that ran through you forcing you out of the bed and towards the door; tugging on your clothes as you made excuses of where you needed to be so early in the day.
And that was how the dreams always ended, with you glancing back to see the disappointment and rejection replace the warm glow in his irises when the door closed behind you.
“He's looking for you.” Reagan reported to you, studying the clouds above you as they darkened to a murky grey.
“What makes you think that?”
She scoffed in disbelief, shaking her head and raising her wand to create an umbrella like shield above her head. “Everyone knows by now, y/n. He keeps trying to act nonchalant but he reeks of desperation.”
After that night, you'd finally caved and admitted to your best friend what you'd been involved in the past couple of months. Much as you'd expected, she'd been disgusted with the whole thing, commenting on what your parents would think and how he wasn't the kind of guy you were meant to go for; something you'd been aware of the entire time.
“Anyway, I just thought you should know.” She sighed. “You've been acting strange recently, I think it would be beneficial for you to figure out what he wanted.”
You didn't have time to respond to her before she gracefully walked off into the rain that had started to fall. She had a knack for making semi-dramatic exits, always needing to have the last word and leave others reeling from the conversation.
Searching through your pockets, you grumbled to yourself as you realised that you'd left your wand in your room; having just had muggle studies where it obviously wasn't needed. You cursed the school for adding it to your timetable.
“Look whose muggle object is suddenly coming in handy.” You heard from beside you, a bright red umbrella hovering over your head in preparation of leading you out from your shelter. “You need some help getting back to the entrance hall?”
Eyes shifting to meet Jungkook's, you faltered for what to say. Usually you would reply with a snarky comment that would have him rolling his eyes and either walking away from you or leading you to a secluded area.
But the look he was giving you was something you weren't used to. His feet shifted, teeth slightly biting into his bottom lip that conveyed he wanted to say something to you but didn't know how to word it.
“You're lucky I'm so hungry for lunch.” You muttered, shifting closer to him in the hope that you could save your shoulder from being soaked as the pair of you started your trek to the main area of the castle.
The silence that accompanied you was uncomfortable to say the least; your fingers fiddling with the strap of your bag to try and help you focus on anything but the close proximity and unsaid words of the boy beside you.
His footsteps halted, not giving you any time to react before he was grasping your arm and turning you to face him. “What would you say if I told you I had feelings for you?”
Your heart pounded in your chest, or maybe it stopped completely, you couldn't tell at that point. The only thing you were sure of was that you felt like time had stopped, his expectant gaze doing nothing for your trembling hands.
“Jeon-”
“Jungkook,” he corrected. “You used it the other night, you don't get to revert back.”
Swallowing the lump in your throat, you weren't entirely sure how to answer his question. It went against everything you had agreed all those months ago; then again, there wasn't exactly a rule you hadn't broken at this point.
“Jungkook.” Your voice cracked, incapable of stringing a coherent sentence together.
He rubbed a hand over his face, the bags under his eyes indicating that he'd had just as many restless nights as you. “Listen, I don't know when it happened, I don't know why it happened... But it did.”
Your eyes fell to the floor, his gaze to intense for you to handle.
“I have feelings for you, y/n.” he explained. “Honestly, I was terrified of telling you, but I wouldn't be a Gryffindor if I couldn't face you and I'm sick and tired of losing sleep over this.”
“That's not what this was meant to be.”
As your eyes locked with his at your small words, you registered the disappointment that overcame his features; eyes veiled with what you could only guess was hurt.
“Yeah, I know.” His feet shuffled against the wet floor, the heavy rainfall creating puddles around the pair of you. “I get that, I do. But I think we both know it's not just me that feels something.”
“I don't know what you're talking about.”
He scoffed, eyes turning almost harsh. “Yes you do. Otherwise you wouldn't have avoided me this whole time, you wouldn't look just as tired as I do and you sure as fuck wouldn't be looking as guilty as you do now when you're attempting to reject me.”
Your arms crossed across your chest, gripping at the fabric of your jumper with the need to hold onto something. “I don't know what you want me to say.”
You hated this, acting so meek and pathetic in front of him; in front of anyone.
“Just tell me the truth.” He softly demanded. “Tell me that you feel the same, tell me that what happened the other night was different for the two of us and that it actually meant something. Tell me that if I tried to kiss you right now that you'd want me to.”
The distance between the pair of you had dwindled with his short speeches, leaving you caught in his gaze as his eyes pleaded with you to give him what he wanted; what you both wanted.
But you couldn't.
Your parents would never allow such a thing, you had a duty to the family name to go through with your soon to be arranged marriage and the life that would come with that. They would never accept any kind of relationship with a Gryffindor half blood that had no desire for a career within the ministry.
“I can't.”
Though your words came out in a whisper, he heard them loud and clear; he knew the reason too. Drawing away from you he shook his head in disappointment, turning to walk away in dejection.
“When you figure out what you really want, come find me.” He grumbled, shifting away from you and towards the castle, the red umbrella sheltering him from the light drizzle the rain had become.
Stood staring after him, you thought back to the day in the library and the light feeling you had when he'd managed to make you smile on an afternoon you'd been lost in doubt and misery; a feeling that had come back tenfold in the past few minutes.
This was for the best, the arrangement between the two of you had to come to an end at some point; this was an easy break.
At least you hoped that it was.
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There was only a few more days until the end of the school year.
A few more days before you would return home and never set foot in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry ever again.
So you were concerned when a letter arrived from your parents when you were sat eating breakfast. Surely anything they had to say could wait until you were back in their house?
Using a knife to break the family wax seal that held the envelope in place, you opened to see a few words written in your mother's handwriting peaking out from the deep v.
they've agreed to have you betrothed to their son
It was as though someone had punched you in the gut, your breath leaving you in one harsh blow. You almost couldn't bring yourself to read the rest of the letter, but you had to make sure that what you believed was true.
And it was.
The Jameson family had come to an agreement with your own that meant you would be getting married in a little over a month. Thoughts flew around your mind, making you dizzy and light-headed.
It all seemed to be happening all too quickly, you had only spent a few moments with him the other week at the ball; even leaving him behind to spend the night with Jungkook.
Jungkook.
The name caused a shooting pain in your chest as your mind drifted back to your conversation a few weeks ago. Somehow, the feeling of regret and disappointment felt stronger when you pictured the bunny smile that he'd let slide onto his face on the rare occasion he let his guard down.
Here you were, reading over the words that sealed your fate as the future Mrs. Jameson and yet the only person you could bring yourself to think about was Jeon Jungkook.
There had been very few times that'd you'd been plagued with thoughts and worries about your impending arranged marriage, but usually Jungkook had ended up being there to break you from your thoughts and even make you laugh.
And yet you'd rejected him.
Glancing over to the entrance of the great hall, you noticed Jameson tormenting first years with a sadistic smirk on his face and your mind suddenly flashed forward to the image of the children that you would be forced to bear; how they would be treated by a man such as him.
Your heart clenched with dread at the realisation that the life you so enjoyed was suddenly being ripped out from under you.
With all my love, mother x
As the words sunk in, you wondered if there was a way for you to get out of this; a world in which your mother would understand and allow you to live the life you wanted. You'd worked hard for your grades and the vision of you becoming a housewife to a man who you knew you would never love made no logical sense to you.
St Mungos Hospital had accepted you in for an apprenticeship within days of you applying. Your skills in potion making had always had you picturing your career in medicine; often spending time in the hospital wing when somebody you knew was injured just so you could watch how they were treated. That was what you wanted for yourself.
But there was somebody who found you interesting enough regardless of your ambitions.
Jungkook had been brave to admit his feelings to you, even when he must have known what your reaction would be.
Crumpling the letter in your hands, you rose to your feet and left the great hall with purpose.
It was time for you to be brave too.
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Anxiety coursed throughout your body with every step you took across the castle grounds. A part of you was relieved that you were finally going to get this off your chest, although a much larger part of you was annoyed that you somehow remembered his practice schedule without even trying.
The Quidditch pitch was quite far from the rest of the school, set far away enough that the players could practice without distracting the students who had to study for important exams that were swiftly approaching.
Three or four times on the walk over, you had found yourself considering turning back; the possibility of being humiliated all too plausible. It wouldn't surprise you if Jungkook had been playing you this entire time, just another one of his pranks against a Slytherin student.
His practice should be finishing up around about now, he was probably changing out of the uniform right this second and getting ready to stuff his face at dinner. What if they had finished early? What if you were wrong and they weren't even practising today at all?
Your worries were dismissed quite quickly as a few members of the Gryffindor team sauntered past you with looks of interest; no doubt wanting to stick around and see what would unfold.
The rumours about you and Jungkook had circled the castle in record time after he admitted his feelings towards you, so it was no surprise that his fellow teammates would want to find out first hand what was going to come from his declaration.
“He's in the changing room.” You heard a voice from beside you when you lingered in front of the doors to the entrance. It was a blonde Gryffindor who you'd often seen by Jungkook's side around the school. “Nobody else is in there so you should be good.”
Nodding your acknowledgement, you took a deep breath with the realisation that you had no other reason to put off the conversation you were about to have. But regardless of your nerves, you were determined to have it.
You found him tugging his shirt on over his head, hair still wet from the shower he must have had after a hard practice. It was an image you'd grown used to over the past few months, having been dragged into an alcove more than once so he could release the stress that came with being the Gryffindor Seeker.
Fiddling with your fingers, your deep rooted need for self preservation screaming at you to forget about your feelings and live the life you were born to, it took every ounce of your energy to stay still. “Hey.”
Eyes locking with yours momentarily, you noticed the grimace that appeared on his face.
The silence stretched for a few moments before you sighed and tried again, walking further into the room to approach him. “Your hair looks like it's finally fading.”
“What do you want, y/n?”
His tone was curt, your feet freezing in place as you flinched. You should have known that he wouldn't be interested in talking to you; it had been weeks since his confession and you hadn't so much as smiled in his direction. It was almost as though he hadn't existed to you.
“You told me to come find you when I finally figured that out.”
Stuffing his Quidditch uniform into his bag, he ran a hand through his damp hair when he turned to you. “Everyone already knows about your engagement, y/n. Jameson basically bragged about it all morning.”
He'd known before you did? Then again, it had been up to Jameson's family to decide on the matter, so they probably told their son before they even let your parents know the verdict.
“You didn't have to seek me out to reject me, I got the message loud and clear.”
Having grown accustomed to his cocky light-hearted nature, his defeated tone caught you off guard. Slytherins were always said to be cruel, to bring down those around them. It was something many in your house had tried to dispel over the years, but right now you suddenly agreed with it all.
“Wow. I knew you were dim, but this just exceeds even my opinion of you.” Sitting down on one of the benches, you feel his disbelieving stare on the side of your face. “Here I am, trying to think of a way to explain to my parents that I not only want to call of the engagement that they only just arranged, but that I want to call it off because I have feelings for a dopey Gryffindor and he turns out to be even more of an idiot than I already thought.”
His breath caught in his throat, your lips quirking in the corners at the sound.
“If you were smart enough to at least recognise when a girl has come to admit that you were right, then maybe I'd have been able to bring them around to the idea but now I just don't know.”
It was a very different confession than the one you had rehearsed in your mind the whole way there, but it seemed to fit the general tone of your relationship.
Taking a seat beside you, the warmth radiating off his body was a comfort to you, his light chuckle music to your ears after so many weeks away from him. “I feel sorry for the poor bloke.”
“You should, he really doesn't understand what he's gotten himself into.”
Jungkook tilted his head to the side, eyes dramatically squinting in thoughts. “I mean, she did spell his hair pink. I think that's a pretty strong vision for the future.”
“I think to gain the approval of my parents, it'll be green next time.”
“Don't you dare.”
Laughter came easily after that, his hand gently intertwining your fingers while rubbing soft circles with his thumb.
“So what does this mean?” His eyes stayed firmly on your joined hands to avoid your gaze.
“It means, that I like you and what happened after the ball meant something to me too.” you admitted. “Just don't fuck it up, Jeon.”
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As the pair of you walked out, hand in hand, you contemplated the words you were going to write back to your mother before the end of the day.
“It's raining.”
Momentarily glancing up at the sky at his words, you pulled out your wand and pointed it at the broom in his hand, casting a transfiguration spell to mould it into something more useful; the bristled end sewing together to create an arched shelter as the broom handle shortened and curled at the end. The last thing to change as the object took form in front of your eyes, was the colour.
Jungkook smiled with a small shake of his head, mouth quirking up into the little bunny smile you'd come to admire. “A red umbrella?”
“I mean, with the fact it started off as a broom, I think I just managed to make your muggle object magical.” You smirked. “You're welcome.”
He gave out a hearty chuckle, free hand pulling you closer as his arm wrapped around your waist. “That you have.”
Lips meeting in a sweet kiss, your body felt lighter than it had all week; the possibilities for your future leaving you feeling content. Resting his forehead on yours, his magenta hair falling in between the two of you, you could tell by his gaze that he was thinking the exact same thing.
You should have pranked him years ago.
“This was still originally a broom, if it just shoots off randomly into the sky I'm going to charge you.”
Rolling your eyes, you used your wand to cast the spell that produced a shield over your head, moving away from his body and his need to kill a mood.
Was it possible to already change your mind and agree to the arranged marriage?
“Hey wait!” He chuckled, jogging after you with a grin. “I was joking, don't leave me.”
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chateautae · 8 months ago
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here i come | jjk. (m)
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➵ summary :  tipsy hide-and-seek turns into more when you and jeon jungkook choose the same closet to hide in.
➵ pairing : jungkook x reader
➵ genre :  college!au, smut, pwp
➵ rating : 18+
➵ word count : 3k
➵ warnings : sexual content, teasing, swearing, mentions of alcohol, tipsy but both parties are able to consent, dirty talk, breast fondling, fingering, bigdick!jungkook cause wbk, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up lovelies) mentions of oral, slight name kink, begging, creampie
➵ a/n: i’ve always wanted to try this idea with jungkook and i finally have!! he just seems so perfect for this scenario. as always, your comments and feedback are appreciated! enjoy :)
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“32!..31!..30!..”
Dammit, you had 30 seconds left and had just made it to the second floor, cheeks flushed from running around and the slight buzz of alcohol making your insides giddy.
Rushing towards the first room that came into sight, you barge in panicked as Taehyung reaches 25 seconds.
You’re welcomed to a bedroom with such a damn open floor concept you’re cursing the architect of this entire fraternity house. There was absolutely no place for you to hide, not even under the bed where its four sides directly met the floor to accommodate for drawers. 
Your eyes dart around the space for almost too long, searching for anywhere to hide once Taehyung shouts 16 from downstairs, sending you into complete over drive. You couldn’t even leave knowing the scarce time you had and virtually no room to abandon your spot. 
You then noticed the relatively small closet, tucked away into the corner of the room and rejoiced with eternal gratitude.
You bolted for the single, measly door and swung it right open, only to land your eyes on a shocked Jeon Jungkook staring back at you like a deer caught in headlights. 
“Jungkook? What are you doing here?!” you hissed in a whisper. 
“I’m hiding. What are you doing here?” Jungkook whispered back, scrutinizing you. 
“I’m trying to hide-” 
“10!...9!...8!” 
“Fuck! Okay I’m sorry, I’ll leave-” you had just began shutting the closet door, almost succeeding until Jungkook stopped you in your tracks and suddenly grabbed you by your waist, pulling you flush against him as his other hand shut the door behind you. 
“What are you-!”
“Shh, you can’t hide anywhere in 8 seconds, and if you’re caught first you’ll have to drink all the jello shots downstairs. You’ll black out.” Jungkook whispered with near concern, doe eyes innocently looking down at you as he spoke.
You then became suddenly aware of just how close you were to him. You could feel the breaths he took against your skin, chests pressing against each other so tight that if Jungkook peered any further than your face he’d undoubtedly be welcomed by your cleavage. 
It was then you registered just how small this closet was. All the clothes behind Jungkook cut off the length by half and other belongings limited the width, leaving just enough space between yourself and the door; that space only existing due to Jungkook clutching you to him.
Your eyes faltered from his gaze realizing the invasion of all personal space, looking at his chest instead to hide your heated cheeks. “But the closet.. it’s too small-”
“Don’t worry, I’d rather have you here than blacked out on the kitchen floor.” Jungkook lightly chuckled and flashed you his pretty smile, the vibration of his laugh running throughout your entire body.
You acquiesced and settled into his hold, swallowing shallowly as you looked anywhere but at him, and he also diverted his vision. Your hands were situated on his firm chest and you couldn’t help but remember how ripped he was underneath. You could feel his arm wrapped around your lower back, hovering just before the curve of your ass as his other held the closet door shut. 
You tried to distract yourself until you suddenly heard the door outside swinging open, someone’s laboured footsteps quickly stalking into the room. 
You panicked and almost exclaimed until Jungkook planted his hand over your mouth, silencing you with a mouthed ‘shh.’
“Man what the fuck, when did you people get good at hiding?!” Taehyung’s loud voice shouted in the room, scared if he actually had half a brain to check the closet. 
“I swear to God if I don’t find anyone in the next 10 minutes, I’m knocking the fuck out!” You could hear Taehyung cursing under his breath as his voice grew quieter, the room’s door slamming shut as his footsteps faded. 
You instantly loosened up, thanking the heavens Taehyung was too drunk to check the only possible hiding place in what you could tell was his own room. 
Jungkook’s hand faltered from your mouth as he seemed relieved too, letting go of your waist. Hating that you oddly missed his hold, you took half a step back before you knocked into the door and felt the doorknob jab you.
“Ouch, this closet is small as fuck, who makes a closet this small?” You complained, pouting and rubbing at the inflicted area.
“It is, I think it’s actually better if I hold you..” Jungkook didn’t even let you protest before he was pulling you in, his arms practically hugging you to him and your hands landed on his taut chest again, peering up at him in surprise. 
“You know, so you don’t hit the door.” 
“Right, the door..” You agreed and broke your gaze with him. A moment of silence passed before he spoke.
“Where’d the knob hit you?”
“What?”
“The doorknob, where’d it hit you?” Jungkook looked at you considerately, gently sliding his hands up and down your back.
“O-oh. My lower back..” You admitted shyly, feeling your cheeks blushing at his sudden concern.
Jungkook then glided his hands to your lower back, beginning to rub pacifyingly with his deft hands. “Here?”
You barely nodded, mind malfunctioning at the way he was massaging you slowly. He was stroking against the small of your back and you gripped his jacket leaning into him, looking away.
Great, now he was rubbing you with those veiny hands and you couldn’t stop thinking about it. Not to mention the alcohol slightly buzzing in your veins and Jungkook’s cologne flooding your nose so intoxicatingly that electricity shot throughout your body.
You were already pressed so close to him that it made you feel hotter than you should be, the cool leather of his jacket calming your skin and suddenly remembering he has an arm full of tattoos tucked away under his sleeve. 
You’ll be honest, you always found Jungkook attractive. He was gorgeous, no doubt. His doe-eyes, pretty lips, smile that captured anyone’s attention and his innocent, yet sexy charm that reeled any and everyone in. Not to mention his personality, he initially gave off the complete fuckboy vibe, dressed in his combat boots, jackets and even sported tattoos, yet he was sweet, considerate and introverted. 
But even if you found him attractive, you always drilled it into your head Jungkook probably wouldn’t think the same about you. Good-looking people attract good-looking people, they flock together and you found yourself always coming up short when comparing yourself to the line up of people ready to get on their knees for him. 
It essentially made you friendzone him, convincing yourself friends was as far as you’d get and he seemed to treat you the similarly.
But when you could feel your boobs squishing against his rock hard chest, his arms wrapped firmly around you and his breath fanning the top of your head as you leaned into him, you could think of him as anything but a friend. 
Your core was beginning to alight with the constant feeling of his chest breathing against yours, arms snug around you, your face tucked into his neck to avoid eye contact. But you weren’t stupid, even if you couldn’t see his line of sight, you could feel his eyes darting down towards your chest once in awhile, even tensing at your every micro-movement.
“I..um.. I think we should switch positions.” you swallowed dryly, looking off to the side. 
“Uh.. yeah.. good idea.” Jungkook coughed out, loosening his grip. 
He released you and gave you enough to space to turn around, your back now to his chest and Jungkook quickly pulled you in when you nearly bumped into the door again. 
You knew you were tipsy from the result of alcohol, having done a few shots before your friends all stumbled off for hide-and-seek. But what was more intoxicating and had your breath hitching was the way Jungkook slowly ducked his head into your neck, resting it there as his strong arms held you by your waist just around your stomach. His breaths now fanned the exposed skin of your chest, able to hear his every expire crystal clear.  
What made you feel utterly drunk, though, was the lewd way your ass was pressed against Jungkook’s crotch, so close that if you moved any further back, you’d be practically dry humping him. 
Jungkook seemed fairly calm this way, his breathing relaxed until the alcohol in your blood made you want to move. You shifted, your backside rubbing against Jungkook’s crotch area closer than you predicted, and it was your first mistake. 
You instantly heard Jungkook’s breath hitch, his hold tightening for a millisecond before he settled.
Curiosity took over the decision-making part of your brain and you experimentally pushed a little further back, feeling just the slightest bulge of his dick tucked away in his constricting jeans. 
Jungkook immediately breathed out at the contact, his body tensing as he seemed to be holding back. You grew bold and chose to go big or go home, arching yourself further and rolling your ass so promiscuously against him he audibly puffed out air, balling his fists against your body. 
“What are you doing?” 
“I’m not doing anyth-”
“Don’t lie, stop it or else I won’t be able to hold myself back.” He scolded you darkly. 
You folded your arms as you snapped back, “I’m not even asking you to.” Your cleavage was now making an even larger guest experience, your outfit doing little to conceal and Jungkook was reaching his limit.
He was already trying his damn hardest to not look at your chest when you were pressed against him, and even when he had an all-access view with your back to him, but now? He couldn’t help himself any longer.  
He swallowed hard, using every nerve in his body to ensure he wasn’t getting turned on to suppress a boner from poking your ass. He didn’t want to make you more uncomfortable than you already seemed, but then he thought about it; an uncomfortable person wouldn’t purposefully push their ass into his crotch. He then became hyper aware he was buzzed with your body in his hands, your outfit raking his brain and your ass rubbing against his cock. 
Considering your last remark, he slightly lowered the placement of his arms around you, scaling just a centimeter down your body. He felt your breath hitch a little, hating that his eyes kept naturally falling to the exposed top of your chest as you leveled your breathing. 
He experimentally lowered his hold, resting just on your abdomen and you felt your opening clench, clench. Your gaze wondered down to his arms holding you, eyes landing on his tattooed hand and suddenly pondering what it would look like touching your most intimate parts. 
The thought made you just audibly breathe out a moan, instinctively pushing against Jungkook’s crotch again and feeling his bulge a little more generously.
Jungkook let out a slight curse under his breath, his broad chest rising and falling faster as his hands now rested in between your pelvic bone and your abdomen. Your mind jumped to the possibility he was trying something, your thoughts answered when Jungkook spoke. 
“Y/N... can I?..” He trailed as his fingers inched further down your body sparingly, careful of his movements. 
You immediately nodded and Jungkook’s hand darted down to your core, tentatively making contact with your cunt through your dress and your panties nearly soaked, leaning your head against his chest for reprieve.  
“Fuck..” Jungkook cursed more audibly, feeling drunk off the feeling of your ass on his dick.
Jungkook’s hand began rubbing at your folds slowly, teasingly. His other came up to rightfully fondle one of your breasts, eliciting small moans and groans from your lips it made him clutch you tighter against him.
“Shit, you’re so hot.” Jungkook breathed out. 
With a clear view of your chest as he palmed a tit, Jungkook slid his hand down your leg and hiked your dress up. Finding your panty-clad core, Jungkook pressed his thick fingers against your netherlips and you instantly gushed, aching for his fingers to touch you more intimately. 
You gripped the wrist of his hand that continued to play with your boobs, the feeling of Jungkook’s cock now stuffed between your cheeks and his fingers on your cunt driving your high. 
Jungkook began sliding against your slit, enjoying the feeling of your now wet panties staining his fingers, all telling by the way he breathed hard against you. You moaned out louder at the sensation, desperately wanting him to slide his fingers inside of you. 
“Jungkook..”
“Fuck, the way you say my name..” He breathed shallower as he pushed your underwear aside and found your soaking heat, rubbing circles onto your bare pussy and you exclaimed breathlessly. You nearly leapt back into him, the feeling of his cock maximizing your craving for him to be inside you. 
He began spreading your slick all over yourself, the sliding of his veiny hands making you clench your walls until he suddenly went for your clit. He was playing with it, teasing it, profusely attacking it and it made you lean against his chest in full force, failing to suppress your whimpers.
Jungkook couldn’t hide how hard he was now, surprised at how wet you were when he hadn’t even been inside you. “Fuck, baby, you’re so wet.” The pet name paired with his deeper voice made your knees weak, grasping onto his jacket to ground yourself.
Jungkook then plunged a finger into your cunt with ease and you groaned out loud, habitually pressing into him again.
“Fuck.. Jungkook..” 
“You like that? Can you take more?” Jungkook’s dark tone rang in your ears and you flashed your vision to the side, his lips just at eye-level and you looked up at him. You nodded as a whimper escaped you, biting your lips as you darted between his mouth and his eyes.
Jungkook took immediate notice and pressed his mouth to yours, shoving a second a finger into you simultaneously. You reacted but Jungkook swallowed all your exclamations, kissing you fervently as his hand worked wonders on your cunt and the other held a handful of your breast.
You began gyrating your hips to every pump of his fingers, craving his touch deeper while moaning into his mouth. Jungkook was losing his mind feeling you grind against him, in desperate need of fucking you right now in this closet.
“Shit, Y/N... I’ve been wanting this to happen for so long.” Jungkook unexpectedly revealed, feeling the reigns on his control snapping. 
“What?” 
“I find you so fucking hot, but you treated me like a friend so I didn’t do anything.”
Jungkook’s tongue poked into your mouth, opening up to welcome him and your tongues entangled passionately, your walls clenching around his fingers. He tasted absolutely divine and you became greedy, wanting more of him after registering his confession. 
“I find you fucking hot too, Jungkook. I just.. thought you wouldn’t want me.” You breathed heavily between deepened kisses, reeling at his fingers beginning to pump you harder, faster, his other hand fiddling with your nipple through your dress. 
“I want you, Y/N, fucking badly.” Jungkook practically growled and you felt your insides stir, sucking more of him in. 
“Jungkook, please..don’t wait.” You didn’t know exactly why you were begging Jungkook, but it seemed natural to beg him; beg him for more, beg him for him.
“You’re dripping. Want another finger? Want me to stretch you out?” Jungkook’s lust-filled voice made you hornier as he pumped you quicker, a little harder, his hand never letting up his unforgiving pace as he begin curling them inside you.
“N-no, Jungkook, fuck me..” Your voice was small and weak, but it was laden with pure desire and the moans leaving you were evident of that.
Jungkook’s eyes instantly blew out, quickening the pace of his hand before speaking.
“I’m big, princess, can you take me?” You could hear the smirk in Jungkook’s voice and knew his dirty talk was revving you up, ready to take anything inside you.
“I can, Jungkook, please.” You whined breathlessly, opening your legs further to feel his fingers deeper.
Jungkook didn’t think twice, pulling his fingers out before turning you around abruptly, forcing you against the door and crashing his lips onto yours fiercely.
He grew rough with his kiss, licking into your mouth as his hands travelled to the hem of your dress and pulled it up, harshly tugging your panties down and you helped them off.
Your arms grappled around his neck naturally, letting your tongue explore his mouth as your fingers inched into his hair. Jungkook momentarily cupped your ass before he slid his hands to the back of your thighs, disconnecting from your lips to breathe, “c’mere.”
You lightly jumped up into his hold as he forced you back up against the door, laving into your mouth as his hand began fumbling with the button of his jeans.
You stopped him, “No, let me do it.”
Jungkook’s eyebrows shot up seeming impressed, watching as your hands unzipped the constricting fabric of his jean and your eyes met his cock protruding from his boxers. You took him in greedily, biting your lip as you jutted out to palm him, wishing you could feel him in your mouth.
“Fuck, I wanna suck you off.”
Jungkook chuckled, “And I wanna eat you out, but I’m not letting anyone walk into this room and stop me from fucking you.” Jungkook brought his hand to yours palming him, guiding you to the band of his boxers.
You immediately dove in and pushed the fabric lower, exposing his dick and running your hand all over him, feeling the veins of his thick cock.
“Fuck, don’t...I’ll blow like that.” Jungkook protested weakly, grabbing your hand and throwing it onto his shoulder as he drew closer, aligning himself with your entrance.
His cock prodded your slit and you both moaned at the sensation, gripping onto him tightly, moving your hips forward for better contact until Jungkook finally pushed against your opening. You felt the delicious pierce of his tip and he sank in, walls sucking him inside of you deliciously.
“Fuck, Y/N, you’re so fucking tight, shit.” Jungkook leaned his forehead against yours as he watched himself enter you, moaning at the added view of your tits and somehow growing harder. 
You gripped around his neck and moaned against his mouth, adjusting to the invasion of his size which now that he was inside you, was big.
“J-Jungkook, fuck, you’re so big.” You whimpered, entire body alight with flames.
“I told you, princess, but you can take it, take it like a good girl.” Jungkook pressed his lips against yours as he began thrusting softly, feeling your walls flutter open for him and trying his best to contain his load.
Jungkook buried himself to the hilt inside you and kissed your cervix, groaning at the satisfying feeling. He slowly drew out, feeling the drag of his cock stuffed inside your velvet walls and began fucking into you rythmically. 
Every sound you made was audible, but couldn’t be heard as Jungkook swallowed each and every one, his tongue wrestling with yours the faster he fucked you and you could already feel an orgasm approaching from his previous rakings on your pussy.
Your bodies were rutting against one another, yours reacting to his every stroke and it did wonders for your clit, the more he sped up edging you to salvation.
“Fuck, Jungkook, harder.” You begged, your walls clenching around him and savouring the drag of his delectable length, wanting him deeper.
“I will, I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t walk for days.” Jungkook swore breathlessly, thrusting with more precision as he felt your walls pulsing around him. He knew you were close and pressed a hand to your clit, rubbing vigorously as you moaned louder.
He fucked you harder the louder you groaned, snapping purposefully into your gut with a merciless pace. He continued his onslaught, gripping your thigh tighter as you pulled him closer, taking his every thrust as your chest bounced against his.
“Jungkook, I’m gonna-ah! I’m gonna come!”
“Come all over my cock, princess. All over me.” He demanded with growl against your mouth, fucking you faster in response.
Jungkook delivered a perfectly deep thrust and you felt yourself snap, his abuse on your clit driving you over the edge. You released with a mix of curses and Jungkook’s name, riding out your climax with him.
Jungkook slowed down until you relaxed, mindful of your sensitivity and breathing labourly until he picked up again, cum aching his balls as he began pumping into your soaked walls again.
“Shit, Jungkook come inside me, please...” You groaned out trying to coax his orgasm, his delicious cock dragging inside you divine as you began kissing and sucking at his neck.
Jungkook’s moaning heightened at your words and lips, his fingers boring into your flesh as you purposefully clenched around him until his cock finally gave out, releasing inside you. Spurts of his cum painted your walls, the feeling of his seed filling you beyond hot, stuffed, full.
You both breathed against each other’s bodies heavily, coming down from your highs. His cock was still buried inside you, so utterly blissful you were slowly grinding yourself against him again, needy for more.
“J-Jungkook..”
“That’s it, I’m fucking you on Taehyung’s bed.”
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v-hope · 9 months ago
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Tiger Lily
Pairing: Jeon Jeongguk x Reader
Genre: Fluff, slight angst, smut, established relationship, College!AU
Word Count: 11.3k
Summary: After finding out your boyfriend was the one to secretly leave flowers in your seat every week back in high school, you have many questions he’s willing to answer. And after finding out the reason the two of you had not gotten together back then was because of your ex best friend, the two of you decided that, first, you were never letting anyone else get in between you, and, second, you were making the most out of your time together from now on.
—Alternarively, the one in which you and your boyfriend finally get your place all to your own and he decides he’s not letting his nonexistent sexual experience stop him from having his way with you anymore.
Warnings: Virgin!JK (a.k.a. male virginity loss), fingering, cunnilingus, handjob (kinda), penetrative sex, protected sex, very slight (male) overstimulation, shy and confident guk keep switching places (when do they not), just very lovey dovey, very intimate.
A/N: Helloo, this is part 33 of my Social Media AU Tiger Flower, but you can still read it if you don’t follow the story. I’m actually shocked by how long this turned out to be but wbk I’m soft as hell for this couple 🥺 so please give it lots of love because I put a lot of effort in this ksñaks. I hope you guys enjoy! Oh, and also, I’m bolding the first and last sentence of the smut part, so if you don’t wanna read it just skip what’s in between the bolded words lol.
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“I’ll get it” Yoongi announced when someone called on the door, leaving you and Jimin alone on the sofa as he rushed up to get it.
As soon as he opened it and Jeongguk stepped inside your shared place, bowing politely to your friends before his stare fell on you, you felt your heart race. Saying nothing, you gave him a closed mouth smile, having him do the same at the sight of yours. Although it hadn’t been longer than a week, it had been the longest you had gone without seeing each other ever since you became friends, and, even though you weren’t really showing it right then —as for some reason you were nervous as hell to see each other again—, it was unbelievable how happy you were at the mere sight of one another.
“We were just leaving” Yoongi informed, catching up on what was going on. After all, you had told both him and Jimin that your boyfriend would be coming over to talk things out.
“We were?” Jimin asked with furrowed eyebrows. “I just got home”.
“Let’s give them some privacy” he tilted his head towards the opened door so Jimin would tag along.
“I can go to my room for that”.
“Yah! We all know your nosy ass will eavesdrop everything that way” Yoongi called him out, and you didn’t miss the way Jeongguk had to lower his head not to show his amused smile, being already used to your roommates’ endless bickering antics by now. “Come on, let’s go see Jin hyung at his pub”.
Simple as that, Jimin left your side in a heartbeat to go to the door. “Well, I won’t say no to drinking” he admitted, stopping right in front of Jeongguk and pointing an accusing finger at him. “Take care of my baby”.
“My baby” Guk corrected him, mumbling his words low enough for you not to hear.
Although, unlike you, Jimin did hear —for that had been your boyfriend’s intention—, he said nothing, instead glaring at him the way he always did whenever that discussion over you took place at least twice a week, and walking out of the apartment for once and for all. Yoongi, on the other hand, gave the two of you a small thumbs up before following behind his friend.
And just like that, with the sound of the door closing, silence was quick to take over the room.
This was probably the first time ever since you met that neither of you knew what to say. Fuck, this was probably the first time in your life you didn’t know how to start a conversation. And it wasn’t like you could go over there and kiss him like you were dying to, could you? You had not completely made up yet. That’s what he was here for after all. To talk, not to make out. Although you weren’t really against that idea, and he most definitely was not either — the way his eyes fixed on your lips even all the way over from the door was enough to tell you so.
It had been a good couple of days since you had last seen each other after all.
“You, uh…” your voice came out quite unsteady as you stood up, fixing the plain t-shirt and cotton pyjama pants you were wearing. “Are you hungry?” you asked, walking towards the kitchen and having him quietly follow right behind as you entered it. “Wanna eat something? Drink something?”
He shook his head no when you turned around to look at him, resting your hands on the counter as you leaned against it. “Just wanna clear up your questions”.
You nodded, for that was what he was here for after all, to clear everything up so the two of you could go back to normal. So you could go back to being the happy couple you both loved so much.
“So what are they?” he pushed it when you stood there with no signs of wanting to speak any time soon.
“I just…” you shrugged, making yourself comfortable by sitting at the edge of the counter. “Why didn’t you tell me before that you were the one sending me flowers back then?”
He pouted in confusion as he came closer to you. “When?”
“When we were friends…”
“It would’ve been out of place back then, petal” he explained. “We were just friends and you were into someone else. It would’ve been awkward for us and I really didn’t wanna lose you as my friend” his voice couldn’t help but come out rather bitterly at that, remembering all the thoughts that had invaded his mind when he first saw his chance to let you know it had been him all along, all the thoughts that kept him back from telling you.
“And when we started dating?” you tilted your head. “You had so many chances to tell me, Guk…”
“When we started dating I just didn’t think it mattered anymore” he confessed, unconsciously resting his hands on your knees. “I had you, I really didn’t care about it anymore”.
“You could’ve still told me…”
“And how was I supposed to bring it up? It’s not something I can just say out of nowhere” he pointed out, having you nodding understandingly. “And what was I supposed to say anyway? Hey there, I’m your flower boy?”
A light laugh escaped his mouth when you playfully shoved him away at his words, mocking what you had once told him was the confession you had been expecting from your secret admirer. Holding your hands, he pulled you closer to the edge of the counter, and hence, closer to him. Taking advantage of that, you intertwined your fingers, enjoying the familiar warmth of his hands as you admired the way he softly swayed them together.
“This is so surreal” you sighed.
“In a good or a bad way?”
You shook your head, not being able to give him a proper answer. “I just… I always wanted it to be you so bad, and for a good while I was sure it was you, but it made sense that you were into Sooyeon instead”.
Jeongguk furrowed his eyebrows, the mere thought of ever feeling something for her making him want to gawk. “How could that have ever made sense?”
“She was more like you” you pointed out, rushing to make your point before he could snap at you for comparing the two of them. “Like, yes, she was popular and had lots of friends, but she was the most quiet out of all of us. Believe it or not, she was really shy back then, an—”
“And why would I have wanted more of the same?”
“Huh?” you were taken aback by his question.
“You’re saying she was like me, then I don’t understand why would I have wanted to be with her” he said as if it was obvious.  “If I barely ever speak and so did she… I mean, how would that have even worked out?”
You shrugged, not being able to help the small smile that had started curving up your lips. “Is that why you fall for loud asses like me? So someone else will make up for your lack of talking?”
He chuckled at the teasing tone in your voice, allowing his hands to travel up to your thighs and tenderly drawing circles on them with his thumbs. “Not really” your eyebrows knitted together at his words. “There were a lot of loud girls who would not shut up to save their lives in our class and I didn’t really like them. If anything, they annoyed the hell out of me”.
“Why’d you even want to be with me then?” you wondered, being genuinely curious as to what about your loud, chatty antics, made you different to the rest of your loud classmates.
“You really don’t know why I’ve always liked you?”
You shook your head no. “Why is it?”
Taking in a deep breath, he took a step back so he could collect his thoughts before answering your question. “I don’t think you even remember when I just transferred to our high school in the second year, let alone my first day there. Mrs. Kang made me sit on the empty table next to yours and then proceeded to pass around a surprise test, and me being me, of course I forgot my pencil case at home that day,” he huffed, causing you to chuckle under your breath. “So I just sat there internally freaking out because I couldn’t bring myself to ask anyone for a pen, like I couldn’t move and my voice literally wouldn’t come out no matter how hard I tried” a breathy laugh abandoned his lips. “And I was accepting the idea of turning in a blank paper when suddenly a pen was placed on my table. So my eyes followed your hand back to your table and there you were with your eyes stuck to the test, solving the math problems like you had not just saved me from failing on my very first day as the new kid,” you laughed at his dramatism, however, you managed to remember about that moment. “And then as soon as the class ended you were surrounded by people and you were all talking nonstop and I didn’t know how to give you your pen back, so I tried to slide it into your table but you caught me and told me I could keep it, that it was a ‘welcome present’, and then you smiled at me and honestly that was it for me, Y/N”.
“It was?” you wondered in awe, eyes shining when he nodded.
“I didn’t like loud and popular people up until then, which is kinda weird considering Tae’s my best friend” a throaty laugh escaped your lips at his remark. “But although you were those things, you always got me. You just… understood, in a way. Like, you didn’t pressure me to talk or made me feel bad for not doing so, like the rest of the popular kids did. If anything, you would try to make me feel like I wasn’t all on my own whilst leaving me alone like I wanted” he tilted his head, wondering if what he just said had made any sense, knowing you understood his point when you smiled ever so sweetly. “Like when you added me to your group project one time and let me send my part instead of having to go hang out with you and your friends for an entire afternoon, or when you would invite me to your birthdays along with the rest of the class and then proceeded to tell me not to feel pressured to go if I didn’t feel like it. And even now, ever since the beginning you made me feel good about not really being into partying and barely ever talking”.
“You’ve been more talkative with me lately, though” you pointed out as you mindlessly played with the hair at the back of his head. “Although this is the most I’ve ever heard you talk”.
He chuckled, playfully pinching your thighs. “Don’t get used to it”.
“I won’t, I won’t” you chuckled, planting a chaste kiss to his chest. “Anyway, you said I get you but I didn’t let you do your part of the project on your own this year, though” you reminded him with a feigned pout that he couldn’t help but find the cutest. “And I force you to spend time with me pretty much everyday now. Will you forgive me?”
Jeongguk let out a throaty laugh, leaning in just enough for his lips to press to your cheek. “I got to date you now thanks to that, so you’re forgiven” he planted another kiss to the curved up corner of your smiling mouth. “And funny how you think you’re forcing me when half the time it’s me asking to hang out”.
You giggled. “We love a 50/50 relationship”.
Tilting your head ever so slightly to take a better look at him after hearing him chuckle, you were greatly surprised by his lips pressing down on yours.
Although you had jokingly said that last sentence, it was not far from the truth at all. It wasn’t just you chasing after him and wanting to be with him all the time, but him wanting the exact same all the same. So you could tell by the way he was kissing you right then. It was slow, painfully slow, yet the way his hands were firmly cupping your face to keep you from moving away as he deepened the kiss, could not fail to tell you just how much he had missed you, needed you, those past few days you were apart.
Pressing one small peck to his mouth, you tugged at the fabric of his sweatshirt to pull him closer to your body, later wrapping your arms tightly around his waist and resting your face on his chest — a content sigh escaping your mouth when his arms did the same with you and his lips kissed the crown of your head.
“It really never would’ve crossed my mind that you liked me way before the whole flowers thing...”
“Not even when that one summer we would keep running into each other at the park and you would catch me staring from time to time?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.
The heat didn’t wait to reach your cheeks at that. You remembered that very well, for it was the summer you caught feelings for him as well, the one right before you entered your last year of high school. You would go out for walks on your own just for the sake of doing something other than staying in texting your friends all day long, and would run into him most of the time while he walked his dog, the one you now knew was named Gold.
Although you had talked in class more than once —or well, you had talked to him more than once—, you were not friends, and hence, neither of you got the guts to come close to one another to try and start small talk. However, that didn’t stop either of you from staring at each other when you were not looking. Sometimes you would catch each other staring, though, and you couldn’t stop an amused smile from curving up your lips when you remembered one particular time he had choked on air when you smiled at him after catching his eyes being fixed on you, just like he had choked earlier this year when you had asked him if you could sit next to him in class. It seemed to be a habit of his by now, at least when it came to you.
“I thought you were just judging me over the way I was always sniffing the flowers and taking pictures of them…” you admitted, for although a part of you did want to believe he was into you back then, you couldn’t really bring yourself to fully believe it.
He pulled you back by your shoulders so he could give you a questioning look. “Judging you with heart eyes?”
“Yah!” you called him out, feeling your cheeks burn.
Jeongguk laughed, shaking his head in amusement. “I really just couldn’t take my eyes away from you, you looked so hypnotized by them and it was the cutest to me”.
“Is that why you thought about secretly giving me flowers?” you couldn’t help but ask.
He nodded, lowering his head. “I know it would’ve been easier to just talk to you, but I really couldn’t bring myself to do it. Fuck, I even was a nervous wreck this year when you first talked to me,” a breathy laugh escaped his mouth. “So I just… thought I could do that for a while until I got the guts to confess. Although I guess a part of me really wanted you to find out, because whilst looking for different kinds flowers I came across tiger lilies and, apart from finding out they were my birth flower, their meaning just fit so well with what I wanted to do and I just—”
“What do they mean?” you asked.
“It’s cheesy” he let you know with pleading eyes, silently asking you not to make him say it out loud. “Like, really cheesy”.
“Come on,” you begged with pouty lips, getting a hold of his hands. “I’ll look it up on the internet either way if you don’t tell me”.
He shook his head in both amusement and embarrassment altogether, knowing well enough you would do just that if he did not comply right then. So, biting down on his bottom lip, he said: “Please, love me”.
Your eyebrows furrowed in clear confusion. “Huh?”
“They mean ‘please, love me’” he clarified at the sight of your puzzled face, and your heart skipped a beat as you froze in your place. “I told you it was cheesy”.
“No, no, it’s not that. I just… is that what…” you pressed your lips together as you tried to compose yourself. “Did you… do you mean that?” it was now his turn to look confused, tilting his head to the side because of it. “You want me to love you?”
And although to you it seemed like a complicated question to answer, to him, on the other hand, it wasn’t. So, nodding his head immediately, he let you know that was exactly what he wanted.
“Back then, even when we were teenagers and barely ever talked, and I knew nothing about love, I was convinced I was in love with you… even if I knew it was one sided. And now that I got to be your friend and then your boyfriend, I…” he took in a deep breath, staring down to your hands in his before his eyes went back to yours. “I know more than ever that I love you. I love you so much, Y/N. And I know loving someone takes time, and I don’t want to push you or rush you at all, but if you could just try and find it in you to love me back someday, I—”
The small chuckle that abandoned your lips caused his mouth to shut close in an instant, not understanding what was so funny about his words and for a split second there feeling uneasy. However, all his worries went away when you cupped his face in your hands, staring at his lips for a brief second before your eyes went up to fix on his.
“I already love you, you dummy”.
Not giving him time to process your truthful words, if anything, knowing it would take him a while to do so, you leaned in to steal a small kiss from his lips, pecking them ever so tenderly a couple of times until he smiled, finally understanding the meaning of your words and placing his hands on the back of your neck to keep you from pulling away as he sucked on your bottom lip.
“Say it again?” he pleaded in between kisses, not being able to erase the huge smile on his face.
You chuckled teasingly. “Nope”.
“Yah,” he let go fully of your mouth. “You’re always speaking nonstop and now that I for once ask you to say something, you won’t?”
“Exactly” you smiled brightly, giggling when he squinted his eyes at you and leaning in to peck his mouth a couple more times. “I love you, bun” you cooed, being done with your teasing way earlier than you had planned to.
And it was the way you loved him back, along with the way you had gone back to call him that pet name he was the softest about, what had him giving you one of those bunny smiles of his that made you come up with that name to begin with.
“You won’t say it back?” you wondered, batting your lashes for him to take a hint.
Nevertheless, he shook his head no. “I already said it twice, we’re even”.
“Yah!” you lightly shoved him off, only to have him standing right back in between your legs like he had been during your entire conversation. “Jeongguk-ah~”
“Yes, baby?” he played innocent.
“Tell me you love me” you pouted, crossing your arms over your chest.
Letting out a light laugh, he cupped your face and gave your mouth a chaste kiss. “I love you, petal”.
You smiled sweetly, allowing him to plant a few more kisses on your mouth before you pressed your lips to the spot under his jawline, resting your face on his chest as he wrapped his arms around you once more.
“You should’ve confessed back then” you lamented, looking up to his face yet only being met by the sight of his chin. “Why didn’t you?”
He sighed, resting his chin on the top of your head and tightening the hold of his arms around your waist.
There it was, the most important question out of them all. The one he had came here to talk about, yet he had completely forgotten about as he had gotten caught up on making up with you instead. And now that things were finally good between you two, he couldn’t help but fear bringing up said person and what she had done would make things worse all over again.
“I was going to” he let you know. “That was the plan all along”.
Your eyebrows knitted together, sitting up so you could fix your questioning eyes on his troubled expression. “Then why didn’t you?” you repeated your previous question.
He sighed heavily, causing your body to tense up, as you knew right then you wouldn’t like what he was about to tell you. “Sooyeon…”
“What?” you pushed it when he stopped right after mentioning her name. “What did she do?!”
He bit the inside of his cheek. Although he had found out about everything a few days ago and had gotten some time to come to terms with it, it still hurt just as much. All the lost time and what it could have been, all the possibilities that could’ve come with having been with you as a couple ever since your last year of high school, still made his blood boil.
“She found out I was your flower boy one morning and she told me I was wasting my time…”
“What?!” your loud tone was a mix of both worry and anger. “Jeongguk, what did she tell you?”
He shrugged, a weak smile curving up his lips. “Does it matter anymore?”
“Of course it does” you argued. “It does to me”.
Letting out another sigh, knowing well enough he could not avoid this anymore, as you deserved to know the whole story just like he did, he grabbed your hands and gently held them in his — partially wanting to let you know it was alright, partially wanting to feel like it was alright. “She said you had told her you hoped it wasn’t me because you would have to give me a chance out of pity,” the look in your eyes right then made his heart hurt. “Because I was not popular, and I barely ever talked, so you would always be bored around me yet would have to pretend like you were not…”
“Bun, I never said that. I neve—”
“I know” he cut you off before you could freak out completely. “Petal, I know that now”.
“No, but she lied!” you raised your voice for him to hear you out. “I’m never bored around you, you know that, right? And the few times we got to talk back then I was never bored either, I…”
“Baby, I know…” he soothed you, cupping your face and pressing his forehead on yours. “I know. It’s okay”.
“Guk, I had feelings for you back then” you confessed, feeling your voice break.
He took in a shaky breath. Somehow, hearing that coming from you had hurt more than finding out from someone else like he had a few days ago. “It’s okay”.
And it was. It really was. You were together now. Somehow, you had managed to find your way back to each other years later and didn’t have to know what your lives were like without each other. However, the fact that it was alright, it didn’t mean it did not hurt. Because it did hurt. Thinking you could’ve been together ever since three years ago. How you wouldn’t have dated that asshole who broke your heart, and how he wouldn’t have gone three years of his life believing he was not enough. All of that, was not something the two of you could easily let go of.
“So all this time... you really believed I had said that about you? Even when we were friends, when we became a couple…” your voice sounded more broken by the second. “You let me back into your life even when I had supposedly said all those things back then?”
“Call me delusional, but I still really wanted to be close to you” he sheepishly admitted. That’s how he knew he would always have a soft spot for you, no matter what. “And anyway, baby, in my mind that was the high school you. You didn’t seem like the person who said those things back then at all when I got to actually meet you” he reassured you, then bitterly adding: “Now I can see why”.
You breathed uneasily. “You’re too good to me…”
“Yah, Y/N” he called you out immediately. “I told you, we’re not doing this”.
“But I really don’t deserve y—”
Your words were cut off by his lips softly pressing down on yours. Just like you would always call him out whenever he thought less of himself, hating it when he did that, he, too, hated hearing you say stuff like that about yourself.
“It doesn’t matter anymore” he whispered against your lips.
“Yes, it does…” you pouted. “She lied to both of us and we believed her. We could’ve been together ever since...”
“I know…”
“Three years, Guk. We lost three fucking years” you reminded him. “What if I hadn’t asked you to be my partner in the project this year, I mean, I wouldn’t even have you in my life and all because of her”.
“I know” he couldn’t hide the bitterness in his words this time. Because he knew very well what you were feeling, for he had felt the exact same a few days ago. “But can we just… forget about it?”  
“No, I want to beat the shit out of her” your determined, poisonous tone, could do no other than earn a loud giggle from him.
“Do that later?” he pressed his lips to the crook of your neck. “She already took enough time away from us, let’s not let her get in between us anymore. We’re making up now, it’s just us two...”
It was now your turn to giggle, relaxing under his loving touch and nodding your head in agreement before you leaned in to briefly press your mouth to his jaw. “We’ll just have to catch up on all those lost years then”.
He laughed under his breath, cupping your face once more as he leaned in just enough for his lips to faintly brush yours. “I guess we’ll just have to do that”.
Enjoying the sound of that, you puckered your lips up right as his soft ones came in contact with them, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck so you could deepen the kiss. Humming contentedly when his tongue made its way inside your mouth, you felt his hands let go of your face and wander down your back, holding onto your hips to bring you even closer to the edge of the kitchen counter, at which you reacted by wrapping your legs around his hips to help him create the friction between your bodies he was asking for.
You found yourself letting go of his neck to dig your hands inside his sweatshirt instead, smiling coyly at the way you felt goosebumps form on his skin. You had discovered not long ago he was quite ticklish on his sides, and you absolutely loved faintly running your hands along them just to get that reaction out of him.
He breathed heavily when your fingertips made their way up his abs, letting his hands go down lower from their current spot on your back and placing them on your ass instead, giving it a light squeeze as he took advantage on said action to grind his hips against your center.
“Mm…” you let out quietly, finding out just then how much you had missed feeling him close like that.
“You think they’ll be home soon?” he asked, referring to your two chaotic friends, as he peppered a trail of kisses down to your neck.
“They must be just getting started on drinking” you let him know, a smile curving up your lips at the sensation of his wet ones sucking on your skin. “Why? You got something in mind?”
The chuckle that left his mouth tickled your skin, feeling one last kiss being placed on it before his lips were briefly back on yours. “Only if you’re up for it”.
Your lips parted in a bright smile, without another word, shoving him lightly out of the way so you could place your feet on the ground — gently taking his hand in yours and having his adoring eyes stuck to you as you guided him over to your room.
Once inside, and as you let go of his hold so you could turn around to lock the door just in case your friends decided to come home earlier than expected, his eyes fell on the multiple tiger lilies he had left on your seat over the last two days, along with the bouquet of flowers he had sent over to your place earlier that day, all of them carefully lying on your desk by one side of the bed. Smiling at the fact that you had kept them all —as he had been worried you would’ve thrown them away when he first sent them—, he turned around towards you right as you were done with the door, cupping your face immediately and bringing his lips to meet yours in a quite needy kiss.
Walking you backwards towards the bed as he refused to break the hot contact between your mouths, he helped you lie down on it as he crawled over your figure, parting your legs open with his knee so he could lie in between them — a light laugh of his resonating against your mouth when your hands were back into his sweatshirt and the trace of your fingertips tickled his sides.
Wanting more of you as well, he found himself digging his hands inside your t-shirt just like he had grown fond of ever since that one time in his room, letting them make their way up to your breasts so he could tease them a little bit. Only, this time, he was met not by the thin fabric of your bra, but with your soft skin instead — feeling your nipples instantly harden at his sudden touch as a small hum abandoned your lips.
Not being able to hide his —very pleasant— surprise, he withdrew his lips from yours; wide eyes staring at you before they travelled down to your still covered breasts.
At his quite cute reaction, you couldn’t help but let out a giggle. “I’m wearing pyjamas, is it really that surprising?”
It shouldn’t be. He knew that very well, considering you had not once worn a bra whenever you slept over at each other’s. However, being so caught up in the moment, he had seemed to forget about that altogether.
Deciding to say nothing, he leaned down instead to trap your bottom lip in between his again, sucking lightly on it as his hands squeezed your breasts in such a way that left you wanting more in a heartbeat.
“Mm… fuck” you moaned ever so quietly when one of his thumbs teased your nipple.
Smiling at your reaction, he moved his kisses all the way down from your mouth to your collarbone, feeling your chest heavily move up and down when his mouth came close to it. Firmly placing his hands on the curve under your breasts, he lifted your body up with ease to adjust you up enough on the mattress so that your still covered breasts were now right under his face.
Not giving you a second to process what had just happened, he lowered his face to your chest, pressing open mouth kisses on the fabric that was still covering it, and getting another moan out of you when his hand went back to teasing one of your breasts under your t-shirt, while his hot mouth sucked on your other one over it.
“Guk, fuck” you gasped, feeling goosebumps form on your skin when his lips travelled down to your bellybutton and his hands abandoned your chest to tug at the end of your top instead.
Biting down on his lip, he glanced up to you before doing anything else. “Is it okay if I?”
Although his question had been left incomplete, you answered him with an eager nod of your head, wanting nothing but to feel his wet mouth on your sensitive buds already.
Tongue wetting his lips in anticipation, he lifted your t-shirt over your chest — leaving it still on yet completely exposing you to his eyes. And it was the way his eyes fixed on your naked chest like the world had just stopped, what managed to make you nervous enough to bring your arms up to cover them.
“I would’ve worn something hotter for you to look at if I had known this was going to happen” you couldn’t help but joke your way out of it.
Jeongguk laughed lightly, leaning down to peck your neck a couple of times, trying to ease your sudden nervousness. “I don’t think anything could ever top this”.
Because although he was sure getting to see you in lingerie would be one hell of a sight, he loved this view the most. He loved looking at you, with absolutely nothing on the way of your body and his eyes.
And just like that, his teasing yet genuine words were the last push you needed to relax under both his touch and stare, allowing him to gently grab your wrists and remove your arms from off your chest. Receiving a small nod from you when his questioning eyes fixed on yours for a second, he planted two short kisses to your mouth before they were back on your chest.
Your back curved up with the first lap of his tongue on one of your nipples, feeling your breathing become heavier when his lips wrapped around it without any kind of warning.
“Jeongguk…” you moaned in what sounded like a plea.
Wanting to hear more of his name coming out as one of your pretty moans, he swirled his tongue harder around your bud, right as his thumb teased the one he had left unattended until then - not many seconds going by before he moved his mouth over to it so he could tease it as well.
“Fuck,” you gasped when his mouth sucked on your skin. “Jeongguk”.
Catching on the way you had pushed your hips slightly up to try and get some friction out of his already hardened length, he found himself giving you one slow thrust that had you both moaning whilst wanting more. Instead of grinding on you again, however, he let go of your breast and let his hand wander down to your pants instead, palming your already wet core through them before he fidgeted with their waistband.
“Please,” you begged.
“Hm?” he hummed against your jaw, as he placed a sweet kiss to it before going to your lips.
“Your fingers” you managed to blurt out, feeling like you were losing your mind over the way his long fingers were now teasingly digging inside your pants. “Jeongguk, please”.
Although he found out right then that he  loved hearing you beg, he wanted the most to make you feel good, which is why he was quick to comply with your wishes. Palming you now over your damp panties, he felt your body shake at the contact — a gasp escaping your mouth when his fingers made the fabric aside and they started rubbing circle motions on your folds.
You felt warmer and way more wet than he had expected, and he felt the sudden urge to run his tongue along your folds to get a taste of your arousal. However, right then, he knew what you wanted, what you needed, were his fingers inside of you. So, he did just that.
“Ah, fuck” you threw your head harder against the mattress when one of his fingers made its way into you.
“You’re so tight...” he breathed out in amazement, feeling himself get harder at the thought of what it would be like to feel your walls tightening around his cock instead.
Slowly shifting his finger inside your responsive walls, he focused on taking in your facial expressions to try and figure out what pace you liked the most — sticking with a faster one after one particular moan had escaped your lips right after he speeded up his pistoning motions.
“Like that?” he asked nevertheless, planting a lingering kiss to your chest.
“Yes” you managed to blurt out, grinding your hips against his finger, being desperate for more.
Catching up on that, he added another digit, hissing at the way your walls had seemed to tighten even more around them. Opening and closing his fingers in scissoring motions as he tried to stretch you out so he could move around with ease, he felt your breathing become heavier by the second, letting out a choked moan when he experimented by curling his digits against your walls.
“Oh, fuck” you whimpered when he curled them once more, managing to hit with them that one spot that could make you come undone in a matter of minutes.
“Feels good?” he asked, admiring your factions as you were too immersed in your own pleasure to remember how to speak.
“Mhm…” you answered with a simple sound instead, mewling when his motions sped up their pace. “So good”.
“Fuck,” he blurted when he felt your juices running down your slit. “Baby, you’re dripping”.
“Jeongguk, don’t stop” you begged when you felt his fingers no longer moving inside of you, desperately grabbing his wrist when you felt them start to pull out. “Don’t stop”.
He reassured you with an intoxicating kiss that made you dizzy. “I wanna eat you out”.
Your breath hitched at his low words, feeling your walls tighten when you opened your eyes to meet his hungry ones. And you didn’t have to even think before you were nodding your head. You needed him, that was all you knew. No matter if it were his fingers, his mouth or his cock, you were desperate for him right then, and would let him have you however he wanted.
Kissing your lips one more time, he felt you whimper against his mouth when his fingers pulled out of you, causing you to close your legs as you tried to replace the way they felt with the friction your thighs could provide you with. It didn’t last long, though, for Jeongguk was quick to pull them open once more so he could remove your pyjama pants along with your panties, licking his lips in anticipation at the perfect sight he got of your dripping folds.
“Fuck, you’re so hot” he rasped, causing your cheeks to burn and another whimper escape your mouth when his thumb brushed faintly over your clit.
“Jeongguk, please” begging seemed to be your only way of communication that night, and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying the hell out of it.
Pulling you closer to him, he placed your thighs over his shoulders before he finally brought his face up to your heat. Worrying for a split second there, as he was not entirely sure as to what was the right way to do this, he decided to go with his instinct —just like he had done seconds ago when his fingers were inside of you— and begin by slowly sliding his tongue through your folds. The way your body had trembled and a moan of yours had reached his ears as soon as he did, let him know he was doing well.
Delving his tongue in your slit, you instinctively reacted by pulling your hips slightly away from him at the pleasure his ministrations were giving you, and Jeongguk didn’t hesitate before grabbing your thighs and pulling you closer to his mouth once more, sucking on your wet heat before he pushed his tongue inside.
“Oh, God” you whimpered when he started fucking you with his tongue. “J-Jeongguk, yes”.
Moaning loudly when he pushed a finger back into you, you grabbed onto one of your breasts with one hand, as your other one travelled down to entangle your fingers in his already messy hair, earning a muffled moan from him when you pulled lightly at it.
Curling his finger inside you the way he had found out drove you crazy, his mouth let go of your heat, planting a small kiss on it before he licked his way up your folds and stopped by your clit. Although he was not experienced in all this at all, he did know stimulating that small button of yours could work wonders, and he was willing to give it a try. The second he swirled his tongue around it and you cried out in pleasure, he knew it wouldn’t take much longer before you reached your climax if he kept applying pressure on that particular spot.
Tightening his hold on one of your thighs to keep you from moving away as your body writhed beneath him, he added a second finger inside you, sucking on your clit before his tongue came in contact with it again.
“Mm—ah, Jeongguk. Fuck” you cried incoherently, curling your toes as you felt your climax getting closer. “Fuck, d-don’t stop”.
Feeling your walls tighten around his fingers, he could tell as well that you were close. Pushing his digits deeper into you, he managed to hit once more that one spot you needed him the most.
“Right there” you let him know, curving your back when he followed your words and his fingers brushed over it once more. “Oh, righ—fuck!” you whimpered.
“Let go, baby” he rasped, replacing his mouth on your clit with his thumb and pressing down on it in circle motions. “Cum for me”.
The mere sound of that, along with the way his mouth had came in contact with your folds as his fingers kept fucking into you, were all you needed to finally come undone under his touch, crying out his name one last time as his fingers helped you ride out your orgasm.
Closing your eyes and letting the aftershocks take over your body, you moaned lightly at the feel of your boyfriend’s tongue running along your slit, tasting the juices that were dripping down on it and licking you clean before he made his way back next to you, hovering over your figure and kissing you hungrily yet somehow gently. One of his thumbs caressed your hip as his other one came in contact with your chin, drawing circular motions on your skin as you kissed him back — eyes still closed as you felt your body finally steadying.
“Was that alright?” he asked, planting a lingering kiss to your mouth.
Opening your eyes, you looked at him with disbelief written all over them. “It was amazing” you reassured him with a smile nevertheless, allowing his mouth to come in contact with yours once more.
Pulling him closer by wrapping one arm around his neck, you felt something hard poke one of your sides, causing you to undo the kiss and stare down to the outline of his hardened member against the loose fabric of his pants.
“Want me to help you with that again?” you teasingly raised one of your eyebrows, earning a small lip bite from him at the memories of how good you had made him feel not too long ago.
Although it took him a second, he nodded his head. A smile curved up the corners of your lips at that, only for it to be replaced with a frown when his hand stopped you from reaching for his cock.
“Not like that” he shook his head.
You pouted in confusion. “Then how…”
Wetting his lips with his tongue, he leaned down to brush his mouth with yours. “I want to fuck you”.
You felt a wave of heat hit your body at his words, for although he had just seen and touched pretty much all of you, and you had just offered to suck him off, you had thought that would be as far as you’d get, just like that one time in his room when it had led to nothing else.
“W-What?” your voice betrayed you by stuttering a bit.
“I want to fuck you” he repeated, sounding just as determined as he had before. “You don’t want to?”
“No, I want to!” you were quick to clarify. Fuck, you wanted to. “It’s just… You sure you want this? With me?”
“I’ve wanted to have you like this for so long, Y/N. I could not be any more sure” his words sent shivers up your spine. “Besides, sorry to remind you, petal, but you are my girlfriend, so…”
“That I am, huh?” you played along, pulling him down by the neck of his sweatshirt so your lips could meet his. “Then I guess I’ll be good to you tonight and let you have your way with me”.
Smiling contentedly at your words, he wasted no time in crashing his mouth on yours, burying one of his hands under your t-shirt to give one of your breasts a tight squeeze before he tugged at the end of the fabric — eyebrows furrowing slightly and puzzled eyes opening when you held your top down by pressing your arms to your sides, not allowing him to pull it up so he could take it off.
“Wha—”
“It’s unfair you’re about to leave me naked while you’re still fully dressed, don’t you think?” you pointed out with pouty lips.
Rolling his eyes in amusement, he sat up on the mattress so he could take his sweatshirt off, being followed by you right after, as you helped him get rid of it with a smile on your face. Now, you had seen him shirtless once, when you were having food in his room one evening and he stained his t-shirt with soda, proceeding to change into another one right in front of you, but you had seen little to nothing of his torso, as he had turned almost fully around as he did so. And hence now, you could not hide the hungry look on your face as you stared at his toned chest.
“My eyes are up here” he teased you with an amused smile, causing you to send a playful glare his way.
“You didn’t exactly look into my eyes either when you pulled my t-shirt up, so…”
He chuckled at your snarky remark, leaning in to connect his mouth with yours and then tugging once more at the end of your top, just like he had done a minute before. This time, however, you pulled your arms up, letting go of his mouth so he could get rid of that one last piece of clothing of yours that was bothering him so much.
Not wasting any more time, you helped him out of the rest of his clothes as well, giggling against his lips when they needingly crashed on yours once more, with one swift movement lying you down on the mattress as your curious, wandering hands became familiar with each other’s bodies.
A raspy moan escaped Jeongguk’s throat when your hand stroked his member, being followed by a choked one when you tightly wrapped your hand around it, gently moving it up and down his length.
“Fuck, Y/N” he breathed heavily, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he unconsciously thrusted into your hand. “I need you”.
You smiled at the sound of his begging words, leaving a small kiss on his naked shoulder before you released his member from your hold and pushed him on his back, letting him adjust into a more comfortable position as he rested his back against the headboard, before you sunk your knees down on the mattress on each side of his lap — his hands immediately resting on the curve of your waist and a shaky breath coming out of his mouth at the feel of your wet core rubbing ever so faintly against his cock.
“You sure you want this?” you asked.
He eagerly nodded his head, pulling you back to meet his swollen lips. “I want you so bad”.
Feeling a wave of heat rushing through your body at that, you nodded your head, pecking his lips one more time before you reached for your nightstand, opening its small drawer and taking a condom out of it. Going back to your boyfriend, you were met with his rather taken aback expression.
“You knew this was going to happen or…” he questioned with a raised brow and a teasing smile.
You shook your head as a shy smile curved up your lips. “The two idiots I live with filled my drawer with them when we started staying over at each other’s regularly” you explained with a roll of eyes. “They also left a box full of them in my closet”.
Jeongguk laughed wholeheartedly at that. “Well, that’s good to hear. They will come in handy”.
Laughing along with him at his joyful remark, you opened the small envelope in your hands, pulling slightly back so you were no longer hovering over his member and could slide the condom on it with ease — feeling Jeongguk’s breath hitch at both the unfamiliar feel of the thin latex around his length, and the familiar one of your hands on it. Staring back at him once you were done, you stole a sweet kiss from his lips, hearing him moan against your mouth when your hand was once more wrapped around his cock, pumping it a couple more times as you aligned it with your entrance.
And then, locking eyes with him for a second, you kissed him slowly. As slowly as you had started to sink down on him.
Letting go of the kiss as he involuntarily tilted his head back, Jeongguk let out a loud moan, immediately getting lost into what was without a doubt the most pleasure he had ever felt. And he knew right away that your warm, wet walls wrapping tightly around his member, was something he could easily become addicted to.
Staring lovingly at the way his eyes remained closed and his mouth slightly open, you couldn’t help but moan as well as you pushed down lower on him, feeling your walls stretching as you tried to take his entire length.
“Fuck” he rasped when he was completely inside of you.
Tightening his hold on your hips, he pulled you slightly closer to him on his lap, not being able to hold back a blissful chuckle at the way the friction he had just created made him feel.
“What is it?” you wondered with a smile of your own when he leaned in to rest his forehead on your shoulder.
“It feels so good” he let you know with another chuckle.
Joining him on his sudden outburst of joy, you let out a light laugh just as he pressed an open mouth kiss to your shoulder, loving to be the one who got to share this moment with him — to be the one he wanted to share this moment with. Pressing a small kiss to the top of his head, you placed two fingers under his chin to push it up and have him look at you. Once he did, you leaned in to steal a lingering kiss.
“I love you” you said for the third time that night.
He smiled brightly, bringing his lips up to yours and locking them in a slow kiss. “I love you more”.
Opening your mouth to fight him on that, what came out of it instead was a choked moan after he pulled your hips down on his cock.
“Jeongguk, fuck” you let your forehead fall to his shoulder when he pushed his hips up to yours.
Slowly rolling your hips, you met him right as he thrusted up on you once more, causing a small moan to make its way out of his mouth. “Mm… baby…”
With his hands firmly grabbing your hips, you let him guide the pace as you rode him, loosely wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your forehead on his as the two of you grew used to the rhythm he was leading. Closing your eyes, you let your heavy breathings mix as they were now, along with a few moans here and there, the only sound filling your silent bedroom.
“O-Oh, fuck” you gasped when he pulled you down harder on him, somehow managing to push deeper inside of you.
You leaned slightly back when he repeated said action, tilting your head back as well and then humming quietly when you felt his warm lips wrap around one of your breasts, slowly sucking on your nipple, as you had just given him the perfect opportunity to do just that, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and pulling you closer to him as you kept rolling your hips at the same pace he had created for you before.
“Mh—ah! Fuck” he moaned when you pushed your legs up, enough for only half of his cock to be inside of you, to later take it all in again. “Y/N…”
Doing it again, you couldn’t stop the whimper that had just abandoned your mouth as his length had managed to reach that soft spot of yours. Needing more of him, you sped up the pace of your grinding against his hips, feeling him finally let go of your sensitive bud to let his sweaty forehead rest in the crook of your neck as his moans became louder by the second.
“Wait, wait” he demanded breathily, placing his hands on your hips and firmly holding them down so you would stop moving. “Stop”.
“What’s wrong?” you worried, doing as told in a heartbeat.
He shook his head no, quietly letting you know nothing was really wrong, as he buried his face deeper in the crook of your neck and closed his eyes while he tried his best to catch his breath. “Feels too good” he admitted in a raspy voice. “Don’t wanna cum yet”.
You giggled under your breath, finding silent joy on the fact that he hadn’t asked you to stop because he wasn’t enjoying what you were doing, but because he was liking it too much.
Lowering your head to his shoulder, you planted a small kiss on it. “You can cum if you want” you let him know, pressing another soothing kiss to the crook of his neck. “I understand”.
He shook his head no, letting out a heavy sigh as his thumbs drew tender circles on your skin. Maybe it was his ego, or just the fact that he really wanted to make you feel good too, maybe both, what made him refuse to let himself go right then, no matter how bad he wanted to. No matter how hard it was not to.
Smiling sweetly at him, you brought one of your hands up to his damp hair while your other one caressed his back, entangling your fingers in his dark locks as you waited for him to come down from the high he had been about to reach. Letting out a sigh when he felt like he could finally breathe again, he placed his hands on your back to pull you closer — lips looking for yours when your naked chest pressed on his.
Kissing him hard, you opened your mouth for his tongue to meet yours after it had traced your bottom lip, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck and trying your best not to roll your hips like you were dying to. Although you didn’t have to hold back for much longer, for with one last kiss and with his warm hands still holding you down on his cock, he pushed it deeper inside of you.
“Fuck” you gasped at the sudden stimulation, taking it as your cue to start moving as well.
“F—Y/N” he moaned when your hips met his in the middle, as they pushed into you once more.
Helping you lead the pace once again, he held you by the waist, digging his fingers into your hot skin and deciding right there, as you moaned his name and your walls tightened around his cock, that he wanted to take over from then on. So, with a swift movement, you were now under him as he laid your back on the mattress — a light moan escaping your lips when he pulled out of you to make you more comfortable on the bed, immediately becoming whiny as you missed his whole length inside of you.
“No, don’t stop fucking me” you pouted, breath hitching when he grabbed your thighs and pulled you closer to where he was sitting down on the mattress. “Jeongguk, please”.
He smiled at both the sound and sight of you right then, really enjoying them one hell of a lot. It was your messy hair, swollen lips and naked chest that moved up and down as you breathed heavily, along with the neediness in your voice as you were begging for him once more, what made it easy for him to decide he liked being in control.
Catching your bottom lip in his mouth as he adjusted himself in between your legs, he heard you beg one more time against his lips. However, just as you did, he felt one of your hands desperately go down to your center so you could feel something inside of you. Only you didn’t get to, for his hand grabbed your wrist right before your fingers could find their way inside, managing to grab your other one as well and pin them over your head as he pushed his hips down enough for the head of his cock to align with your wet center.
“I’m the one fucking you tonight, petal”.
You moaned at the sound of his words being murmured against your neck — the way such sweet pet name had been said with such a lustful tone right then, making you somehow even more needy for him.
“Please,” you breathed out, overwhelmed by the way his mouth teased the sensitive skin of your neck and he rubbed his cock against your core, not quite pushing into you yet. “Jeongguk, please. I need you”.
“What was that?” he wondered teasingly.
“I need you” you repeated. “Jeongguk, please. Please fuck m—ah!” your head was thrown back in pleasure when he slammed his entire length into you, just the way you were so badly begging for.
Hungrily kissing your mouth, he muffled the moans that came out of it with each thrust of his hips — letting go of your lips as a low groan made its way out of his throat when your walls wrapped tighter than he had felt them do that evening, as you were getting closer to reach your high.
Letting his forehead fall to your shoulder, he muffled a cry against your skin as you wrapped your legs around his waist and your walls tightened once more against his cock, knowing right then he wouldn’t be able to last much longer.
“Harder” you pleaded breathily, arching your back as he wasted no time in complying. “F-Fuck, Jeongguk. Ah!”
“Y/N” he rasped your name, feeling his inevitable release about to hit. “Fuck, I’m g-gonna cum”.
Not being able to form any kind of coherent sentence right then, you settled for an eager nod of your head to let him know it was okay. Digging your nails on the wet skin of his back, you scratched your way down on it when he once again managed to find that one soft spot of yours that had you crying out in a second.
“Right there,” you desperately let him know, feeling your legs start to give up when he kept hitting it with each of his thrusts. “Fuck, right there”.
“A-Ah, Y/N, I’m—” he stumbled upon his own words, not being able to hold on anymore given how much tighter you were getting now around him. “Mm… I’m gon—ah!”
Groaning one last time, he let himself go like he had fought so hard not to — your pulsating walls around his cock finally driving him over the edge.
Although overwhelmed by the intense wave of pleasure running through his body, beginning to feel dizzy even, he did not slump down on you to catch his breath like he so badly needed to. Instead, he kept riding his own orgasm — his thrusts becoming sloppier yet rougher as he greedily tried to drive you over the edge, too.
And it was only a matter of seconds before you did.
“J-Jeongguk, I’m—ahh!” you cried out one last time, feeling your shaky legs give up as you came undone beneath him.
Helping you ride out your orgasm as well, Jeongguk whimpered at the overstimulation, finally letting his body slump down on yours and burying his face on your neck, as he felt his body tremble with each spasm of your walls around him. Feeling his hot, heavy breath hit your sweaty neck as the two of you desperately tried to catch your breath, you entangled once more your fingers on the hair at the back of his head — fingertips ever so tenderly moving in circular motions in a soothing way.
Closing your eyes for a couple of seconds, you felt his thumb caress one of your sides, later having you opening your eyes when he pressed two brief kisses to the crook of your neck and a breathy laugh of his was soon to follow right after.
“What’s so amusing?” you wondered, feeling the corners of your mouth curve up when another chuckle of his reached your ears.
“That was amazing” he confessed, causing your face to burn as your smile grew wider. Pressing one of his arms down on the mattress, he held his body up so he could lock his eyes with yours. “Was it okay for you?”
You bit your bottom lip, shyly looking away for a split second before your eyes focused back on his. “Jeon Jeongguk,” you called his name in a serious tone.
“Hm?”
“You made me cum twice” you reminded him, loving the sight of his already flushed cheeks turning even more pink than they already were. “I think that speaks for itself”.
He let out a shy laugh, tilting your chin up as he brought his lips down to yours and kissing you sweetly for a good couple of seconds, later moving his lips over to press an open mouth kiss to your cheek before he finally pulled out of you. Removing the condom from his member, he crawled to the edge of the bed and reached for the small bin you kept under your desk next to your bed, bringing it closer to him and throwing the used latex into it before he went back to lie on his stomach next to you — blissfully letting you kiss his lips once more like you had just reached up to.
“I’ll get better at it” he promised, earning a quiet giggle from you.
“Well, we do have three years to make up for, so I guess we’ll both get a lot of practice” you pointed out coyly.
“And we don’t have to worry about running out of condoms anytime soon” he reminded you, amusement clear in his voice.
Throwing your head back on the mattress, you allowed a throaty laugh to escape your mouth, later looking back at him and bringing your hand up to cup one of his cheeks. Gently caressing it a couple of times, you puckered your lips up for him to come closer and cut the space between your mouth — smiling softly when he complied in a heartbeat, slowly sucking on your bottom lip.
“I love you” he mumbled on your lips, loving the way he was finally able to say it freely, knowing you felt the same, like he had been aching you to all along.
“I love you more” you repeated his previous answer with a smile.
Kissing your lips chastely, he shook his head no, tilting his head towards the flowers that were taking over your desk. “Those are proof that I love you more”.
You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “Those are proof that you’ve loved me for longer, it’s got nothing to do with the amount of it”.
“Mhm…” he nodded his head, letting you know with both the tone of his voice and the look on his eyes that you were not convincing him. “Whatever works for you, petal” his lips turned into a smile as he let his back slump down on the bed.
“Yah,” you gently shoved him off, feeling your heart skip a beat when you heard him laugh.
Pulling you to his chest by wrapping an arm around you, he planted a kiss to your forehead. Although you had sighed contentedly after resting your face on his chest, he didn’t miss the way your mind was quite absent right then.
“What’s wrong?” his eyebrows knitted together, growing somewhat more confused after following with his eyes to where yours were staring at and having them fall on the flowers.
“Nothing” you smiled, unconsciously running your fingers along his chest. “I just wish these particular ones would last forever”.
Smiling as he adoringly stared at you, he hugged you closer to his body. “I can get you all the flowers you want”.
At that, your head snapped up so you could lock eyes with him. The mischievous smile that had just formed on your mouth as you cockily raised one of your eyebrows, letting him know right away he was about to regret what he had just said. “You’ll be like my flower daddy then?”
Yup, there it was, the regret.
“Anddd, you ruined it” he lamented.
Letting his head fall back down on the mattress, he closed his eyes as he tried his best to fight the smile that was threatening with taking over his face, knowing he would fail miserably at it when he heard you chuckle next to him — finally giving in to it and laughing as well as you peppered open mouth kisses around his face.
Although popular, loud, chaotic, bubbly, impulsive as hell, and just the complete opposite to what he was, he could not be any happier it was you the one his heart had chosen to fall irretrievably in love with.
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littlemeowmeowschimmy · a year ago
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Mark Me [Jungkook x Reader]
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Requests opened // m.list 
Genre: Smut // werewolf au
Warnings: Oral (f), impregnation, unprotected sex, degradation, biting, smacking, creampie, etc
WC: 5.6k
Summary: Jungkooks’ excuses were getting too much. You needed answers, and you needed them now 
A/N: I honestly didn’t think it would take me three hours to write this. I’ve really been on this run of reading a bunch of werewolf au’s. So yeah, if you want more like this, let me know. 
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His dark eyes bore into yours, his fingers tightening around your wrist. For some reason, you couldn’t tear your eyes away. Everything was so different when he got like this, you didn’t particularly know what to do. Instead, you tugged at your wrist, his grip loosening as you pulled back. Then, he turned around, his back facing you as you were standing there in silence. How did this come to be? 
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“Again, why did you convince me to get another tattoo?” You pondered watching Jungkook slip his sunglasses on and move out. He shrugged his shoulders, grabbing his keys and heading, locking his car from afar. 
“Mostly because I think the design would look nice on you,” he answers, rounding the car to meet you in the front. Jeon Jungkook was your friend of many years. How you met each other was during a college party, where one of your other friends invited him. He was known for being the bad boy with a wolfish grin. How you were invited to a college party, you had absolutely no idea. You were still currently in high school; apart of it didn't’ make any sense. Then again, back when you first met Jungkook, none of the things before making any sense, to begin with.  
Jungkook had shorter hair back then. He first started to get into body art and piercings when you ran into him. It was weird trying to think about what he looked like before his entire body being covered. Since becoming friends, he also obtained a few more piercings. One on his left eyebrow and a few on his ears. You had to admit, piercings and tattoos were a turn on. Every time you saw him, your heart beats faster in your chest as you could feel how damp he made you. 
Plus, it didn’t help that he fed into your obsession with tattoos. Your arms and back weren’t as covered as his, but you couldn’t help but want more. Seeing all the beautiful art on him, it leads to you impulsively grabbing a few yourself. Now, you were walking into your seventh appointment, getting somewhat of a large piece on your shoulder. 
Where you mostly got your tattoos done was with a family friend. Even though they gave you somewhat of a discount, you still had to pay full price. Plus, when you started getting them, you were underage, and even were. Jungkook advised you that the place you were heading to turned a blind eye to him. He said that it was a business run by a few friends. Maybe he could pull some strings and get you a discount as well. 
Yes, it was breaking the law, and everyone could get in trouble, but at this point, it seemed like everyone didn’t care. That doesn’t mean go out and get tattoos without a parent present...maybe you should have thought this art journey through more... 
“You just want me to have more tattoos and spend money.” You grumbled, grabbing your wallet and walking upfront. You could feel Jungkook’s eyes glinting as you assumed he was giving you a wicked grin. What you didn’t realize was the parlor he took you too was owned by his friends. Not until you moved up and the man behind the counter introduced himself. 
Hoseok had a bright personality. The way his eyes turned into crescents when he smiled, and his lips were like a heart. He usually was upfront in helping consumers check out and get designs. It was rare for him to do a piercing, let alone a tattoo, as he didn’t have an apprenticeship. 
You quickly learned your artist’s name was Seokjin. A tall, just as a heavily tattooed man, walked out with bright pink hair. He had plumper lips than both men around you and a warm smile. 
“He’s the best of the best Y/n,” Jungkook mentions crossing his arms. Seokjin rolled his eyes at his friend, moving around with the sketch in his hand. 
“He’s just saying that so he doesn’t have to pay for the half sleeve he’s getting in a few months,” Seokjin mentions opening the book and revealing an interact design. You had to admit, the design itself was stunning. Especially how the watercolor bleeds through the solid black lines. The piece was a compass with the color coming through. 
You marveled at its beauty, one finger slowly moving across the page. When you turned around, Jungkook held a bright grin, his posture changing to “I told you so.” stance. You simply rolled your eyes, moving back around to look at Seokjin. He grins in your direction, pride swelling his chest as well. 
Hoseok took the paper and plugged it into the computer. Where it seemed that Seokjin already had a stencil made and ready to print. While he was doing that, your attention was towards Seokjin as he went through the simple process. The aftercare, which would be two to four weeks. Four would be the most since it was a larger tattoo. 
Reminding you not to drown the tattoo, meaning you couldn’t stand under the water while taking a shower for far too long or go swimming. Keeping it out of the sun and other small things. Since you didn’t have a copay, Seokjin told you the price upfront. 
It was a little over two hundred dollars, which you simply didn’t mind. You knew that his artwork was going to be expensive, plus they charged a fifty an hour. You didn’t know how long you were going to be in the chair, but Seokjin assumed it wouldn’t take too long. Considering he’s done this large of a piece before. However, he wanted to make sure that you were getting the most attention out of it. 
After doing some paperwork, both men followed you back to his studio. Seokjin took some time getting his stuff ready, and Jungkook helped by switching the chair around. You watched them move, surprised Jungkook knew what he was doing. However, you assumed that because he spent most of his time here, he already knew some of the ropes. So your surprise meant quickly dwindled. 
Then your shirt was off, and your chest was pressing against the back of the seat. Seokjin came behind you, his tray, needles, colors, and everything prepped to the right. Jungkook was on the left, his eyes never leaving your bareback. This was the first time he saw you in just a bra, and he couldn’t peel his eyes away. 
He knew the full moon was coming soon, meaning he was going to be in a rut soon. It didn’t help that not only was he in love with you, but he lusted after you. For the years he’d known you, whenever the full moon showed bright, he was always out of town. Making excuses up so he wouldn’t lose himself around you. Jungkook didn’t want to lose his friendship with you, especially since you knew his secret. 
For almost three hours, you sat there. The pain was a bare minimal, considering you weren’t around many dire nerve endings. It felt like you could take a nap; however, you knew how that could potentially mess Seokjin up. When he was done, he gave you a hand mirror to look at it. From sketch to the skin, you couldn’t believe what you saw. 
Every little detail was so precious and beautiful that you were gushing at him. Thanking him with everything, and even turning around to give Jungkook a hug. Despite the fact, you hadn’t put your shirt back on. This took everything in his power not to growl in response, even though his wolf demanded him to do something. 
Seokjin bandaged that baby up, gave you some ointment, then walked out with you two. He allowed you to go first, then turned to look at Jungkook. You were under the impression that only Jeon was a werewolf. You hadn’t expected the entire crew of friends were one either. 
He gave his friend a small look, one that said he must do something before it was too late. Jungkook didn’t know exactly what to do or say, considering that he was still working it out in his head. When he turned his attention towards you and Hoseok, a deep pang of possession came over his senses. He was an alpha male, one that was still learning the ropes to everything. His friends knew his love and lust for you, which is why they stayed their distance. 
But Jungkook didn’t know how to control his urges yet. Even if the full moon wasn’t out; however, he struggled to get them under control. It was like he was a pup all over again, and it frustrated him more than he expected. When Seokjin rounded the counter, Hoseok was already cashing you out. Jungkook slid himself beside you, leaning up against the glass to look at the studs below him. 
“I think maybe you should get a piercing,” he mentions. 
“Jungkook-ah,” Hoseok whines, not even bothering to turn around. “You’re such a bad influence on her.” 
“Finally, someone’s taking my side.” you joke, turning back around to face your friend. He simply rolls his eyes, then glancing back down. Humming as he does so. You watched his eyebrows knit together in concentration. The way his face suddenly stilled, and his eyes darkened was once again, a turn on to you. Everything about this man turned you on, and your own lustful desires could possibly get the best of you. 
“Are you seriously considering getting another piercing?” Seokjin questions leaning in and glancing in his direction. Jungkook shrugs his shoulders, moving his head up and locking eye contact with you. That was the wrong decision because the room stilled, and he could smell your arousal. His body stiffened, and his pupils dilated. 
Both Seokjin and Hoseok noticed his reaction and quickly did something to draw your attention away from him. You weren’t questioning their motives, but you swore, you saw his eyes shift from honey brown to black in a split second. 
What was happening to him? 
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It was weeks after the tattoo appointment that Jungkook had made his monthly excuse. Because of this, you were tired of hearing him say he was out of town or doing something every single month. At first, you respected his privacy and understood what he was doing. However, as the years went on, so did your curiosity, and your line starts to thin. Every month it was the same excuse, and you couldn’t take it any further. Since you didn’t live too far from his apartment, you decided to head over. 
One, you were worried about your friend, and two, you wanted to see if he was really out of town. Because if he wasn’t, all of these years, he was lying straight to your face. That was something you couldn’t deal with, especially considering how you valued honesty more than anything. Jungkook had mistakenly given you a key to his apartment, for reasons you didn’t quite remember. 
To your surprise, when you opened the door that the lights were off, except for in the kitchen. 
“Damn it, this is trespassing..” You mumbled slowly, moving in. Closing the heavy door behind you, his apartment smelled like him. A mixture of wood, mint, and other delicious scents. Jungkook was sensitive to detect, so he always tried to feel the best around you. 
Your vision got used to the darkness as you made your way through his living room to the kitchen. When you stepped into the light, you paused for a second. There were dishes in the sink and on the counter. Some of it was still fresh, others not so much. You were grinding your teeth as this started to unfold. As you were pulling your phone out, your heart stopped. 
There was a sound coming from behind you, then his familiar voice rung through your ears. 
“W-What are you doing here?” He rasped. You didn’t recognize him at first, considering that he always gave you a snarky response. So when you turned around, you were met by a sweaty Jungkook. 
Everything was off, but his boxers hung at his waist. The light made it easier to see every part of his sculpted body. Especially the tattoos that were painted all over his skin. His wild hair was sticking to his face as beads of sweat rolled down his skin. 
“You lied to me,” you started moving forward. “All of these years, you lied to me.” still accusing him. Jungkook groaned under his breath, his knuckles turning bright white due to how hard his grip became.  You watched him closely, unaware of what was going on, but still angered by his actions. 
Jungkook had seemed to be all there; however, you didn’t know if he was intoxicated or worse. 
“That doesn’t matter -” 
“I don’t care! You lied to me!” You shouted, which was a mistake. In a split second, your back was pressed against the counter, his grip tightening on your wrist. His eyes bore into yours and you..you were slightly terrified. You had never seen him like this, and you wanted to know what the hell was going on with him. Jungkook groans again, rolling his head to the side, cracking his neck. When you tugged at his grip, he loosened, letting your wrist fall. 
“You need to get out of here now Y/n.” he rasps, backing himself away, his front still facing you. You were at a loss for words as you didn’t exactly know what to do. That small rational voice told you to run for it, but then again, you were as stubborn as an ox. Standing there, you brought your wrist up to press your hand into your chest. 
You weren’t running away because you valued your morals more than anything. What did he have to say for himself? You wanted to know, so you let your curiosity get the best of you. 
“Stop lying to me and tell me what’s going on,” you demanded. Jungkook brought a hand up to his forehead, then one behind him as he neared the counter on the other side. Once again, his grip tightened around the edge, enough to if he wanted to, break it. There was silence between you two, and you, being completely unaware of what was going on, was starting to lose patience with him. 
Once again, you couldn’t quite tell if he was in pain or if he was intoxicated, but you needed answers. You desperately wanted them, so much so that you made the mistake of reaching out. Only for him to snatch your wrist and bring it close to his lips. His voice lowered a few octaves, and his eyes were no longer honey brown. Instead, they were black as obsidian. 
“Did you look at the moon tonight?” he questions, his breath hitting your skin like fire. Prickling your veins and making your stomach churn. No, you hadn’t looked at it, but you still weren’t putting the pieces together. 
“I’m in heat love,” the pet name hitting you like a bolder. He pauses again, turning himself back to glance in your direction. “That’s the best way I could explain it without getting into the details. Humans usually don’t understand everything.” 
You blinked a few times, struggling to understand the concept. You wanted to learn more, but then a low growl emanating from deep in his throat. “Trying to stay away from you is hard when all I want to see is your pretty little cunt filled with my dick.” he purrs. 
You gulp, pulling your hand away from his grip; however, he tightens it. Forcing your body upon his as he wraps an arm around your waist. “All of these years,” he continues dipping his head forward as he brought your wrist back. “The excuses were to keep you away because if you came near me,” he pauses once more. “I don’t think I would be able to contain myself.” 
“W-Wait -” You paused, trying to wrap his words around. Everything was still so fresh and new that it was taking you longer to process it all. 
“For example,” he pauses, bringing his hand that was on your waist down. “I can smell your arousal for me whenever you're near,” he answers, tilting his head back, those obsidian eyes glinting in the light. “Do you know how hard it is for me not to take you when I smell it?” 
His grip tightening to where you began to whimper. 
“T-Then, why don’t you take someone else?” 
“I want you, sweetheart.” he purrs again this time, loosening his grip and rubbing his thumb against your wrist. “I’ve always wanted you, but never knew how to take you.” 
Because I’m human...you thought breaking eye contact with him and finally looking away. Finally, it all began to make sense. That certainly didn’t mean you were okay with him lying to you, but you could understand why he was doing so. Your lower lip came up between your teeth, the sight itself making Jungkook start to growl. 
He wanted to see you submit to him in every way possible. Bending your body in different positions, smacking your skin, bruising your skin. He wanted it all for himself. To litter your precious surface with his bites, to make sure any man or wolf who saw you knew that you were his. His wolf started barking at him, demanding him take you. 
But he couldn’t do it without your consent. He wanted your concent, and he wanted you to want him. He desperately wanted you to say yes, to tell him not to hold back. But he could see in your eyes that you were still wary of him. That you didn’t particularly know what to do next. 
You stood there, glancing down at the floor as he held you. Of course, your mind was spinning faster than you thought it would. Hell, you didn’t particularly know what to do next or say to him. How long did you want to hear him say this? How long did you wait, and yet here you were. 
Not only trespassing but caught up in his wolfish heat, or whatever the hell it was, that you finally got his confession. You had to admit to yourself, it felt too much like a scene from a book. But yet, your heart couldn’t take much more of it. When you locked eye contact with him again, that’s when you lost all anger. Your body moved even before your brain could process any of it. 
You leaned in, pressing a kiss upon his lips. His lips were softer than you expected. And yet, that sweet kiss didn’t last very long. You felt his canines pierce your lower lip, tugging it away when he finally broke from you. Jungkook wraps his arms around your waist, hoisting you up and wrapping your legs around him. Then, he leads you into his room, where he threw you onto his bed. 
It creaked and groaned when you landed on it. Your body bouncing before he was immediately over you, his hand tightening around your throat. Your eyes bulged for a second, watching his frenzy start to take over. 
“Do I have your consent, Y/n?” he growls, pinning his hip against yours as you felt his length under the fabric. Your slow nod was enough from him to give you a wolfish grin. His hand wrapped around your neck moved down to your clothes. His claws emerged and ripped through the fabric like it was nothing. Revealing your bra and underwear to him. 
He purrs, the scent of your arousal hitting him once again. “Christ sweetheart,” he starts retracting them only to place his large hands on your curves. They move up, cupping your breasts under your bra and squeezing. You whimper, noting that he wasn’t holding back. 
From under the fabric, he perks your nipples to life. Then, using his index finger and thumb, he rolls them. Smacking them every once and awhile, causing your breasts to arch up. You felt his cock twitch against your stomach, the fabric doing nothing to hold him back. 
As you felt his body rub against yours, you got the extent of his length. How was he going to fit inside? Where you going to be able to take him? Your mind wandered with so many questions; it was hard to piece them together with how easily Jungkook took you. Biting into your skin, clawing at your breasts, and roughly playing with them. 
You could tell that you were going to be sore the next morning, yet that didn’t stop you from asking for more. Not even when he nuzzled his mouth in between the bottom of your neck and your right shoulder. His canines came out again, piercing your delicate skin almost instantly. 
“Kook!” You gasped, body arching further into his. He was marking you just like he promised. The pain was intense, more than you expected it to be. Each bite got more comfortable easier as he moved down to your mounds. By this time, he had already ripped your bra in half, tossing the fabric aside. He mumbled about how humans were so weird with their clothes as they were fancy pieces of fabric sewn together. 
He took one in his mouth. Using his tongue to swirl your nipple around and graze his teeth against it. With the other, he did the same but with his fingers and palm. The sensation was spinning you and making your slick drip onto your underwear. Even you could smell your arousal at this point, and your patience was growing thin. 
“J-Just touch me already,” you huffed your hands, trying to find something to grip on. Jungkook’s mouth popped off from your breast, his eyes locking with your half-lidded ones. He grins at your response, his mouth slowly moving down. He peppers kisses as he does so, his nails scratching your skin. 
When he gets in between your legs, he groans at the effect you had on him. Jungkook presses his cheek against your left thigh, his other hand spreading your leg as he speaks into your skin. “God, you smell so good,” he starts bringing that same hand up to peel your underwear off. 
Revealing your leaking cunt and swollen clit. He groans again, taking his time to look at you. “The things you do to me, baby,” he whispers, using both hands to pin your thighs to his sheets. You were waiting in anticipation, wanting to feel his hot breath against your folds. 
Yet, with everything, Jungkook had to tease you. When he leans in, Jungkook flattens his tongue against the base of your entrance. With one long stride, he tastes you for the first time. This earns a shiver starting from the bottom of your spine and running all the way up. One hand immediately tangled itself in his hair, while the other cupped your breast. Jungkook watched you touch yourself, noting that he was doing the right thing. 
Then, he was merciless. His mouth devours you endlessly. Jungkook couldn’t get enough of how you tasted, and he was greedy for more. Flattening his tongue against your clit, swirling it in his mouth, and even sucking on it. He uses his two fingers, spreading your folds out and licking as much as he possibly could inside. 
In doing so, his mouth was covered with your essence. Your tongue came out to swipe your lower lip, eyes falling upon Jungkook’s as he glanced up. Watching your clouded expression as your hips bucked into his mouth, wanting to feel him over and over again. 
“P-Please let me cum,” you begged to feel the knot in your stomach start to form. Jungkook could tell that you were getting closer, and in doing so, he shook his head. Pulling back afterward and smacking your folds. 
“I don’t think so yet,” he purrs, closing the space between you. Jungkook takes your lips in his, the salty taste of your essence falling upon your lips. You moan against him, pushing yourself back into his torso as he grinds himself. Letting you soak his fabric as his teasing continues. 
Your hands fall upon his broad shoulders, nails digging into his tattoos. “G-God Kook, please,” you beg after he places sloppy kisses down your lips and back to your neck. His hands dug into your waist, holding you closer to his body. The bed groaned in response to his harsh grinds, but Jungkook didn’t care. 
“You’re so impatient dear,” he muses, licking the fresh bite mark. You scratch his back in retaliation, a soft moan escaping his lips. With what little spitefulness you had left, you used against him. 
“Either that or you’re not up to it,” you huff watching his body freeze in its movements. He cocks a brow in your direction, wanting you to continue. With that silent glance, you move forward. Seeing if you could provoke him further than he already was. 
“I’m up to it kitten,” he purrs, tilting his head to the side and attacking your neck once again. Something about it fascinated him, and you weren’t complaining at all. You rolled your hips against him, the pads of your fingers gently touching his skin now. 
He shivers at your touch, not really expecting you to be like this. You chuckle in his direction, although it was very throaty and unbalanced. “I don’t think you are, alpha.” This earns you a growl as his body tenses. You knew what you were doing to him, so you continued to push it. 
“Instead, you’re nothing more than a pup for how you’re teasing me.” Now that hit a nerve. Instantly, he pulled away from you, then flip your body over. He uses his hands to roughly arch your back and point your ass. Then smacks your cheeks with such vigor that you groaned into the pillows. 
“I’m not a damn pup,” he snarls, yanking his boxers down and stroking his full length. You glance over your shoulder, noting that his entire demeanor changes. Then a shiver ran back up your spine at how massive he was. Your eyes widened, then bulged when he pushed himself in. 
The sting of his cock stretching your walls was enough for you to bite down on the pillows. You were clawing at the sheets, fully aware of how great he felt. You hadn’t gotten any action in months, and you knew your pussy wasn’t up for it. And yet, here you were on your hands and knees at the mercy of Jeon Jungkook. 
Speaking of whom, he didn’t let you adjust to his length. You provoking him drove all sanity out the window. Now he was only looking for a release as he dug his nails once again into your skin. By now, you knew you were going to have black and blue bruises all over your waist. 
His cock pounds into your tight cunt. His tip hitting places that hadn’t been touched in so long, it had you drooling. “You like that, huh?” he starts smacking your ass. “You like getting fucked like a bitch in heat,” he snarls, leaning forwards and using the strength from his hips and abdomen to further plunge deep into you. 
“A-Ah, yes!” You cry, arching your back into his kisses and bites. He whispers against your skin, his breath sending further chills up and down your spine. Every word hits your nerves, and you start to shake in the process. However, you shake harder when his fingers slip in between your legs to rub quick and hard circles into your bud. 
“Such a pretty bitch aren’t you,” he purrs, licking another fresh wound. “You think you can hold my pups?” he muses, thrusting somewhat hard at the word “pups.”
“Get all pretty and swollen for me?” he continues slowing his circles down by pinching and rolling your bud in between his index and thumb. You gave him a muffled answer, but he wasn’t having any of it. Instead, he removed his fingers from your clit, back up your stomach, and up your sides. 
He pulls on your hair, yanking your head back from the pillows as he was expecting an answer from you. “I couldn’t hear you, sweetheart, what was that?” he growls right above the ring of your ear. 
“Y-Yes! Fuck yes, Jungkook!” you cry; the sound of his hips smacking against yours was enough to make you drool more. 
He groans in response, pushing your head back down and using his arm to wrap around your waist. He pushes your hips up, this new angle allowing him to go further as he moans. The sound heavenly to your ears, enough to make you move your own hand down to your clit. You wanted to feel your orgasm, you wanted to end. 
But alas, Jungkook saw what you were doing and he tuts. Quickly smacking your hand away from your desperate clit. “Atata,” he sings, slowing his pace down. “I didn’t tell you that you could touch yourself now, did I?” he plays, watching your body squirm under his. 
You whine in protest, pushing your hips back into him, wanting to feel completely full. You wanted Jungkook to fuck you until you couldn’t walk. You wanted him to smack you, bite you, hell you wanted him to do so many dirty fantasies to you. But you didn’t want him to stop, God damn it you didn’t want him to stop!
“Jungkook, please,” you whined briefly, looking over your shoulder. When you did, his eyes locked on yours. The way his face shown in the moonlight was enough to make your pussy clench around his length. His wild eyes darker than usual, and his hair sticking to the sides of his face. He held that wolfish grin, one that you could never erase from your memory. 
“So now after you provoke me,” he starts in a breathy tone, pulling himself out. Which earned him another whine from your lips. He flips you over, pinning your hands above your head as he places his length against your stomach. Then, he uses only his hips to create friction against your skin. “My little bitch wants me,” he purrs. 
His voice like honey, drawing you closer to him. “Yes,” you answer almost immediately. “I want you to touch me, fuck me, make me yours.” the words spilling from your mouth. 
If you weren’t in such a dire need for release, you probably wouldn’t have said such things. Nonetheless, you weren’t expecting this tonight, nor were you planning him. Jungkook gave out another throaty laugh, which was accompanied by his free hand, moving his length down and pushing right back in. 
Your breast arch upwards, your nipples rubbing against his skin. The slight friction causes a small mewl to escape from your lips. When your eyes landed on his once more, he was watching. Observing your every movement and wanting to keep your face and expressions in his mind for later.
Like before, he didn’t wait for you to get adjusted. Instead, he moves at the same speed he left off earlier. And let go of your wrists so he could use one hand to grip your hips and the other to rub your clit. He wasn’t holding back anymore as he too wanted his release. This pent up frustration left him craving your body’s end. 
Jungkook’s low grunts left your stomach twisting and churning. His fingers gliding around in circles against your clit was enough to have you bucking up into him. You both ignored the protests of the bed as you were too concentrated on making each other feel amazing. 
Just like before, Jungkook could tell when you were about to end. He couldn’t help but grin as he felt your walls start to clench around his length. He leans inwards, moving your hips up at a different angle as he does, his fingers never stopping their quick movements. “Cum for me, Y/n,” he whispers at the base of your ear. “Fuck baby cum for me,” nipple at your lobe as your body finally spasmed. 
You cried out his name, eyes rolling back, and your nails scratching his back. He groans at the pain, but it was enough to get him over the edge. Suddenly, you felt your womb being filled with his seed. This left your mouth gaped, and your body feeling warm. 
Jungkook's slow thrusts help you both ride through your ends. He lowers your hips and pulls himself out. When you glanced in between your bodies, you noticed that he was still rock hard as his length was covered not only in his cum but also yours. 
How was he still hard after that? Your eyes moved back to his, and you noticed that he was giving you a small grin. “Let me help you,” he whispers, leaning in and starting to lick your skin. Once again, this sent chills up and down your spine since you weren’t exactly expecting it. 
And yet, you felt yourself getting turned on once again. In doing so, Jungkook laughed at your body's response to his touches. “I guess you simply can’t get enough.” he muses, planting open-mouthed kisses in your pelvic area. 
“I guess not.” you agreed to watch him spread your legs again to start the cycle all over again. 
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viki & hickeys
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the 8th installment to netflix & chill :~)
SUMMARY Just like in those Viki dramas Jungkook likes, the world around you is enveloped in shades of pink and red, kisses and hearts, so many goddamn roses it makes you sneeze. It’s absolutely perfect— nothing could possibly go wrong when there’s so much love in the air.  WARNINGS a little hurt + a lot of comfort, mentions of cheating!villain!jin, insecure!kook, emotional breakdowns, mentions of jk’s lonely past, jk cries :( smut in the forms of making out, eating out, fingering, clit play, hickeys, jk likes cum, double orgasm, squirting, tiny praise kink, blindfolding, rough + unprotected sex, doggy style, choking!!!, breeding/impreg kink, JEALOUS KOOK, mini hand kink, a lil bit of spanking, degradation, he gets progressively meaner lol oc cries MISC there’s a lot of fuckin plot omfg -_-, it’s Valentine’s Eve!, doyeon makes Some Points, mentions of park seojoon juicy ass, they go on a d8 😳, oc like rlly wants to marry him, oc commits double phone homicide  RATING m (18+) WC 16.3k !!!! ik its fckin LOOOONG
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NOTES (!) in true Viki fashion, here’s an nc fic where there’s like 3 different plot lines n a hot male antagonist <3 this series started off as just me wanting to write smut n it still is! now i just like to infuse different levels of angst into it as well </3 as always, lemme know what u think!! i proofread it twice but one of those times had been at 4 am so if u see a typo no u didn't. also here’s a gif  of jungkook crying during a dolly parton performances and here’s another gif of jungkook crying bc it’s scary how pretty he looks
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Being evil and hot does not come for free. As you’ve long since learned in the past twenty-three years of your life, you truly can’t have it all. 
There is always some deliberating character flaw the universe must bestow upon you in order to level you out, make you fall onto the same plane as all the other mortals. Everyone has one, no matter how small or insignificant. Doyeon’s is that she doesn’t know how to work a straightening iron. Namjoon's is that he can’t tell the difference between water and liquor. Jungkook, despite all his tech-y nerdiness, doesn’t know how to do his own taxes. And yours? You don’t know shit about romcoms. 
Your knowledge on the romantic genre is what leads to this predicament now, the ring on your finger heavy as Doyeon regards you with what is perhaps the most unimpressed look known to mankind. “This is a promise ring,” she says bluntly, the bustling sounds of the coffee shop around you the soundtrack to your sudden realization. 
“No,” you deny, even though you know she’s right. “It’s an engagement ring.”
Doyeon rolls her eyes. “Babe,” she starts slowly, talks to you like you’re a dorky high schooler with her first boyfriend, “did he ask you to marry him?”
The truth is, the timing had been weird. It had been a few days after you’d rocked Jungkook’s world so you understand if he felt the sudden need to pop the question. But you were also sick as fuck that day, had only vaguely remembered the events because you were too busy with the snot up your nose and the raging fever you were battling. Had Jungkook asked you to marry him? 
You’re not so sure. 
It’s been a little over a month since then, and sure his lack of proactive wedding planning was a little weird, but you had always assumed Jungkook was one of those people who liked long engagements. Liked to drag out the last few months as a bachelor. Maybe he was waiting until you were both financially stable or something, who knows. 
Doyeon had been on some soul-searching journey around the country, so she hadn't been home for a while, had only heard of the ring through a two-second snapchat. This is the first time she’s seeing you and it in person; you can tell by the expression on her face that she’s rightfully disappointed. 
“Have you no shame, woman?” she tuts, arms crossed over her chest. “You have me parading around the world bragging about your engagement— just for this?”
You knock your forehead against the table, know it’s dirty and icky, but you deserve it. “Listen,” you huff. “I’ve only seen The Notebook, like, once.”
She scoffs. “I can tell. This is so embarrassing, don’t tell me you’ve brought it up to him?”
At her words you startle, nearly send the drinks flying across the floor. “No!” you shout, mindlessly reaching to twist the ring around your finger. It’s become a habit these past few weeks, a comfort to feel it around you. Granted, the feeling is a little muted now. “Of course he’d get me a promise ring,” you grumble, gaze flickering down to the silver band on your ring finger. “Jungkook loves all that cheesy corny stuff.” He really did. 
You’ve had enough of Doyeon’s disappointment, decide this coffee date has brought you enough three am anxiety material for the next year and a half. You conclude your date by taking a walk around town, arms locked together as you laugh at people who pass by because you’re both a little mean. 
“Maybe it’s for the best,” she says, and you agree. Well, a promise ring certainly meant something. It was, essentially, a pre-engagement ring. And the engagement ring that followed was a pre-wedding ring. And a wedding ring was, well, a wedding ring. Your heartbeat thunders at the thought. “You’re busy right now anyway,” she points out, snapping you out of your bumbling thoughts. “Aren’t you getting promoted at work soon?” 
Oh, you certainly were getting promoted at work. After many grueling months of hard work and dedication, the fruits of your labor were finally being recognized. Gone were the days of useless desk work, intern-like errands that barely required the use of any higher-order brain functions. You had worked hard these past few months, proved your worth over and over again, until you were here. Getting promoted into a new branch at your company— one where your talents were actually needed. And truth be told, there was one man to thank for that. 
Your friend and superior, Kim Seokjin. 
Seokjin is a great boss. In fact, you could argue he’s the best in the entire world and that, if it wasn’t for him, you would have quit this job that first month you started. But you had him to push you along, friendly smiles and encouragements that kept you going until this point, where you’re being promoted up into a branch where your degree finally matters. And it was all thanks to him! What Kim Namjoon was to Jungkook, Kim Seokjin was to you. 
So what if he cheated on his wife and flirted with the secretaries— Seokjin was practically a god in your eyes. 
And what Seokjin did in his free time was frankly none of your business anyway. You were colleagues at work, got along fairly well, but outside of work you were practically strangers. He was your beloved work colleague, someone Jungkook teased you about endlessly despite never having met him, and you were immensely thankful for him. “Should I be scared he’ll steal you from me?” Jungkook had joked one night, standing behind you as you scrolled through your company profile page. “He is a little handsome.”
You had pinched his side, smiling at his feigned concern when he pressed his lips to your temple. “You’re right,” you had joked back, “he is sooo cool.” And Jungkook had bitten you on the shoulder, laughed that pretty laugh when you yelped in surprise. 
Anyway, Kim Seokjin was a god, Jungkook was on his way to maybe, hopefully, one day, being your husband, and all was well. 
To honor this moment in time, you decide to swing by Jungkook’s place after your date with Doyeon, finding him lazily sprawled across his living room couch while What’s Wrong with Secretary Kim? plays on the Jumbotron. He’s in between projects right now, so he’s spent most of his time relaxing and catching up on all his favorite shows. 
Which brings you back to that deliberating character flaw of yours: no knowledge of the romantic genre to utilize in your everyday life. Your love language has always been blunt words, teasing jabs, the raw and unfiltered type of love. Emotions? Impossible to figure out. You’ve gotten pretty far in life reading verbal and physical cues; with Jungkook, you always know he’s upset when he does the little tongue-against-cheek thing, and it has saved you from many potential arguments. 
On the other hand, it is so obvious what Jungkook’s love language is when he spends fifty percent of his time on Viki, home to some of the most cheesy kdramas in existence. Most guys spend their weekends watching sports or dramatic action movies, but here was Jungkook. Watching some guy try to court his secretary. 
(Okay, he does watch sports and action movies too, but that’s not the point!)
“Hello, sweet boy,” you greet, plopping down beside him. Jungkook smiles back softly. He’s serving absolute pre-pre-husband deliciousness right now, cute glasses, fluffy curls, plaid bottoms that make him look so comfy. God, you were going to suck his dick tonight. 
Jungkook slots his mouth against yours, tastes like the chocolate cake you specifically told him not to eat without you. He blindsides you before you can scold him, pulls you onto his lap where the swell of his cock nudges against your thigh. Oh, you were definitely going to suck his dick and ride him well into the sunrise. 
“What’s my pretty girl doing here tonight?” he asks, cutely looping his fingers through yours. “Thought you were with the Wicked Witch of the West today?”
You roll your eyes, reposition yourself in a laughable attempt at pretending like you’re actually interested in the show. “We just went out for lunch,” you explain, watching the hot lead saunter across the screen. Juicy ass, but nothing compared to Jungkook’s. 
There’s a question lingering on the tip of your tongue, Doyeon’s explanations mixed with your worries, and you hold it for exactly ten seconds before you’re turning to face him head on, eyes going a little crossed from how close he is. “Hey,” you say bluntly. “Is this a promise ring?” you ask, wiggle your finger in his face. 
Jungkook blinks, once, twice, and then his face shoots up in flames. “Maybe,” he mumbles, lips pursed as he tries to avoid your gaze. He was adorable. You laugh, endeared by the red flush that crawls over his cute little cheeks and up his ears. Unable to stop yourself, you squeeze said cheeks between your hands, cooing at the annoyed expression that consumes him soon afterwards.  
“Aw, you want to marry me,” you tease, but it’s secretly a leading question for him to confess that yes, he does want to marry you. For as hot and confident as you are, you too are plagued with doubts. Doubts that can only be smoothed over by hearing it straight from Jungkook’s mouth. 
He rolls his eyes, trying to break free from your hold. “We’ve talked about this,” he murmurs, all embarrassed. But like always, Jungkook knows exactly what you want so he doesn’t deny it, and that’s good enough for you. He’s too flustered to look you in the eye now, childishly craning his head away from you when you try to force him into a staring contest. “Can I finish my show?” he whines, slightly not as hard now that you’ve reduced him into a shy, bumbling mess. It was a nice change of pace from his usual, composed self. 
But you relent, sliding off his lap to sit against his side, classic octopus hug around his waist. The episode is in full swing, not that you know anything about it. Like you said, romantic shows and movies were the least of your concerns. Jungkook, however, eats this type of shit up. “He still trying to fuck her?” you ask, not the least bit interested, but if you’re planning on sucking his dick tonight you have to listen to a few minutes of him rambling first. 
Jungkook sighs. “Yeah,” he says, “I don’t get it.” You hum, trail your hand over his abdomen teasingly. He feels so warm and lean beneath your palm, you were getting hot just thinking about it. “Why would anyone agree to dating their boss?”
You know that Jungkook’s boss is some old Facebook fart, pioneer of something on the site that neither of you two care about. So it makes sense that such a notion disturbs him. You shrug anyway. “Everyone wants to sleep with their hot boss,” you offer. “It’s like, the power dynamic, I guess.”
His frown deepens. “Would you?” Your boss isn’t exactly an old fart; the reason Kim Seokjin was such a renowned playboy is because, well, he had the looks to pull it off. Still, he had become a sort of respectable figure to you and the idea of sleeping with him doesn’t really sound appealing as much as it would to any other random bachelorette, which you admittedly were not. You glance at the screen, where Park Seojoon swaggers around in those tight slacks and fitted button-ups. 
“Hm,” you ponder, “maybe.” 
Jungkook laughs. “You’re supposed to say no, you idiot,” he says, knocks his forehead against yours softly. You can’t help but chuckle too, enamored with the happy glint in his eyes and the way his smile eats up his features. 
Oh, you loved this man. 
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Because he was so sweet and good on Christmas, you let Jungkook make the plans for Valentine’s Day. After all, it’s his favorite holiday (“Why? Well, because it’s a day all about you, and me, and us,” he had sighed dreamily in the bathtub one night, hair adorably pushed back to showcase that handsome face of his. Bubbles clung to his chest, had made you dizzy with every breath he took.), so it’s only right that he gets to make the itinerary for the day, fill it with all his favorite things. After all, cheesy romantic stuff like this was right up his lane. 
He reserves a spot at the fanciest restaurant in the city, the one that has a months long waiting list. It sounds perfect, and the closer it gets to February 13th, the more excited you become. You say 13th because the 14th is a Sunday, and as much as you would love to get on your knees and praise Jungkook’s body until the wee hours of the next day, you have work. So Sunday is off the table. And it’s better this way, you tell yourself. Everywhere would have been packed that day anyway. 
It seems like everywhere you go, the entire world is gearing up for the holiday; from the fast food drive-thru to your favorite lingerie shop, there’s Valentine’s Day specials everywhere you look. Just like in those Viki dramas Jungkook likes, the world around you is enveloped in shades of pink and red, kisses and hearts, so many goddamn roses it makes you sneeze. It’s absolutely perfect— nothing could possibly go wrong when there’s so much love in the air. 
But what good is a lovey-dovey holiday without your own lovey dove himself? 
One glance out your window and your knees feel weak, because there he is. Dressed in a loose satin button up, shoulders broad, chest defined. He’s got on these fitted dress pants that accentuate his tiny waist too, thick thighs bulging beneath the fabric. There’s a coat hugging his frame, something to shield him from the cold while he waits out on the curb, does this cute little shivering dance in an attempt to warm up his muscles. Your heart feels like it’ll explode at the sight, and you can practically hear the corny, overused romantic song playing in the background of your thoughts, so you hurriedly distract yourself by slipping tonight’s dress on. 
It’s cold outside, but the sight of Jungkook makes you feel warm and fuzzy everywhere. He’s so hot it makes you dizzy, and the sap knows it when he meets you on the sidewalk. Instinctively, his hand reaches out to tangle with yours, the other slipping around your waist. “Hi, gorgeous,” he greets playfully, kissing your knuckles. His hair has grown out a little, curls up cutely when he lets it air dry and tickles your skin when he gets too close. “Lookin’ like Secretary Kim.” 
“Oh? So does that make you my hot boss?” you tease as you make your way to the car. 
As always, he opens the door for you first, flashes you this dorky little wink as he rounds the front of the car. “If it means you’ll sleep with me tonight, then sure,” he says, buckling himself in. You roll your eyes at his claim. You don’t get to see the proud little smile on his face; by the time you’ve composed yourself, he’s already pulling off in the direction of the restaurant. 
It’s a classy thing, a restaurant and bar in some insanely tall skyscraper. Of course your seats are right beside one of the huge floor to ceiling windows, overlooking the beautiful, glittering cityscape. “Fancy,” you murmur as you sit down, catching a glimpse of the eye roll Jungkook gives you. 
“You say that about any place that serves wine,” he chuckles, reaching for the bottle on the table to pour you a glass. 
The wine tastes like perfection, aged for the perfect amount of time. Whatever that was. You don’t really know, but it tastes amazing! Still, amazement aside, you manage a scoff. “I didn’t say that about your house on our first date,” you huff anyway, throwing him a playful glare over the rim of your glass. 
Jungkook laughs, full and real this time. It’s a little too loud for the classy establishment you find yourselves in, drowns out the jazz music for a second. “That’s because it was a house,” he says, wearing that big, shiny smile you adore, “and we were watching Transformers.” An amazing date, the mere memory of it makes your toes curl. He had been so dreamy— nearly two years ago now! —and had retained that aura up to the present day. You don’t think you’ve ever been so in love with anyone or anything in this world before, as cheesy as it was to admit. 
As if sensing your sudden wandering thoughts, Jungkook nudges your ankle under the table. “Hey,” he says so softly you could melt; his voice was so silky and sweet. “Everything okay?” he asks. 
A sigh, chin in your palm. You had to have been abducted by aliens or something— there was no way this was your life, this disgustingly romantic date with this disgustingly handsome man. An episode of Black Mirror maybe? One where you get forced to live in a romantic Viki drama with the man you love, every single day for the rest of your life? Maybe. 
Dramatics aside, you could practically feel that sticky sweet, sentimental monster begging to crawl to the surface, unleash the entire Shakespearean collection of lovesick sonnets on your unsuspecting boyfriend in the middle of this restaurant. But the weird ones, were you accidentally dedicate an entire six lines to the bulge of Jungkook’s thighs in his workout pants or the heart-shaped mole on his shoulder. Those kind. Before that can happen, you settle on an equally as gentle, “I love you,” murmured for only him to hear. 
Across the table, Jungkook smiles. One of those thin ones when he’s trying to keep his composure but is actually quite flustered, his subtle bunny teeth nibbling at his lower lip. “Thanks,” he responds, still trying to play it cool, but then he almost knocks his glass down and you’re reminded just how perfect he was, flaws and all. “Me too.”
You jab the pointed tip of your stiletto against his shin. “Say it back,” you warn and he laughs. 
“I love you,” Jungkook says like it’s the easiest thing in the world. Straight out of a romantic drama, like the ones on Viki that require a minimum of four different story arcs just to get to this point. But with Jungkook, it takes a few shy smiles and maybe a kiss. It has a scorching heat rising on your cheeks, one you ward away with a hurried sip of your drink while Jungkook reaches for your hand, thumb rubbing over your promise ring as if for good luck. 
That singular phrase makes your world pause, its axis stalling while you deal with the overwhelmingly soft and gooey feelings in your chest. Oh jeez, you had to rock his world tonight. It was only right. He deserved it for making you feel like this— this silly and ditzy, like a middle schooler with her crush. 
Anyway the food gets to your table after a millennia. Jungkook orders some fancy lobster dish, one that you're pretty sure costs more than the purse you brought along tonight (to be fair, you’re a cheap buyer), and still has the audacity to poke around at your plate too. He eats enough to feed a schoolhouse full of children who’ve just come off recess, practically devouring the table cloth before you stop him. And then he doesn’t let you see the bill; “baby, don’t worry about that when you’re with me,” he purrs, warm breath fanning against the skin on your neck, drunk off pure love and strawberry lemonade because he was driving tonight. The hostess is a blushing mess, fumbling for his change as Jungkook practically gropes your ass in plain sight.
You swear he’s spending too much time on that Viki streaming service, because then, as if the romantic dinner date wasn’t enough, he whisks you off to an even more romantic walk along the river. 
If there was ever a world record for “Number of Times you can Make your Girlfriend Swoon,” you’re positive Jungkook had broken it in the span of a few hours. You feel so light-headed and in love by the time you reach the river. 
“You know,” you tell him as you walk, the serene sounds of the flowing water beside you the soundtrack to your date. Jungkook swings your joined hands between the two of you. It’s chilly but you’re so full and happy that you don’t let it bother you. “I was gonna throw wine at you when we first met.”
He cackles, that loud, airy sound again that he only lets you hear, with his head thrown back. “What?” he gasps, smiley and pretty, your pretty boy. “And why were you going to do that?”
You huff, feeling slightly embarrassed now to admit such a thing. But aside from Doyeon, no one else has ever heard this classified tale. And well, you’re feeling extra emotional tonight. An abundance of emotions in one night usually ended with you crying like a little bitch at some point or another, so you’re trying to push that off for later. “Because,” you sigh, squeezing his fingers, your lone promise ring versus his assortment of fashionable rings. “You sounded like an absolute fuck boy when you first texted me!” 
Jungkook scoffs, playfully scandalized. “Me?” he squawks, pausing to stand in front of you with wide eyes and a ridiculously huge smile, the kind that has his brows raised high, lips going thin, practically displaying every tooth in his mouth from how wide it is. 
“Jungkook,” you say calmly, shoving one finger against his chest. “You asked me to Netflix & chill for our first date.” 
He groans, using your entwined hands to pull you into his arms for a suffocating hug. “I already told you,” he laughs, patting the back of your head while you get in a few lighthearted punches against his sides. “I didn’t know what it meant.” 
“Whatever, you sleaze,” you say anyway, eventually melting into his hands. “Bet you tell all the girls that.” Jungkook makes another scandalized noise, but settles when you wrap your hands around him. He smells so good and familiar, comforting even. Like home and safety, a refuge for your heart. When you’re this close, you can hear the light beating of it beneath your ear, a steady rhythm that has you closing your eyes when he begins humming your favorite song. 
He gets about two verses in when your phone suddenly goes off. 
Everything in your body says to ignore it, to continue basking in the comfort of your boyfriend’s embrace and this absolutely perfect moment. But it’s the stupid ringtone you set for all your work peers when you first loaded the entire company contact list onto your phone, so the sound alone lets you know it’s a work-related call. And for work to be calling you on a weekend was definitely not a good sign. 
“Give me a sec,” you tell Jungkook, pulling away from his arms. He frowns but lets you go, staying close as you dig through your purse for the offending device. 
It’s Kim Seokjin calling at this peculiar hour, a fact that confuses the hell out of you. Jungkook’s bouncing on his heels in an attempt to fight off the chill, giving you his beautiful side profile as he glances down the winding sidewalk that follows the river, and then at his watch. His nose is a cute red color that you want to kiss so bad. But work calls, so you tighten up and let that dream go for now. You swipe your thumb across the screen. 
“Hello, Mr. Kim,” you greet, trying to keep the confusion out of your voice. “How can I help—“
“__, my love,” he beams through the phone, so fucking loud it has Jungkook glancing over curiously. You give him a tight-lipped smile, one he returns as he shuffles closer, trying to steal your warmth like a penguin. You let him snuggle close before turning back to the droning voice of your superior on the line. 
“Hello,” you repeat again, slowly. Jungkook takes your free hand in his; when he squeezes, the band of your promise ring digs into your skin just the slightest. “Was something the matter?” 
Seokjin laughs, loud and clear. There’s a lot of other noises filtering in through his line. Briefly, you remember that there had been some work-related party for the higher ups tonight so you write it off as that. “Does there need to be a problem for me to call you, love?” 
You falter. Beside you, Jungkook’s brows furrow together, his devilishly handsome features even more pronounced. He’s obviously heard the other man on the line. “Um,” you flounder for a second, “well, usually yes.” 
Without missing a beat, Seokjin carries on with a playful tut that you’re almost certain has him lifting the receiver up to his mouth, because it’s so goddamn loud it has you flinching away from your own device. “My __,” he says, sweet and… slurred? 
He’s never used this tone of voice on you, only on other women at the office. Something about his broken marriage and needing to heal a wound, you don’t fucking know. You can’t even begin to truly understand that logic, which is why you’ve always just ignored it. Still, in the last few months of knowing Seokjin, he has never made a pass at you. Until now, that is. And until now, you had kind of convinced yourself he saw you in a sisterly way. Which sure, was worse than being friendzoned. But this was your boss you were talking about. Whether you got sister-zoned or not by him was the least of your concerns. So what was going on? What had changed over the span of a few days that had him suddenly reaching out to you on a weekend? 
Beside you, Jungkook doesn’t look the slightest bit impressed, tongue prodding against his cheek as Seokjin rambles on the line. You wish you had lowered the volume before answering, but doing so now would appear suspicious, even you could admit that. “You’re amazing, you know that?” Seokjin praises. You nod, remember he can’t see you, and settle on a blunt thanks instead. Jin laughs. “You’re different from the rest,” he hums, voice soft and weirdly intimate. 
Jungkook’s frown deepens. “What does he want?” he murmurs, somehow managing to keep his voice calm as always. The deep furrow of his brows and the tongue-against-cheek motion he had done just a few seconds ago all indicate he’s annoyed, that much you can tell. 
You shrug, eyes wide as you hurry to get to the reason for the phone call. You’re almost certain it’s just Seokjin being drunk— many people drunkenly dial their friends and family to tell them how much they’re appreciated, this wasn’t anything weird! 
Is what you try to convince yourself, but then Seokjin’s voice is dropping an octave by your ear. “Did you get my gift?” he murmurs, voice nearly drowned out by the sounds of the event he’s at. 
“Huh?” you stammer, quite stupidly if you do say so yourself. Jungkook shifts closer, obviously trying to hear. A breeze ruffles his hair, his cologne wafting over you. “What?” 
A sigh over the line. “My gift, love,” Kim Seokjin says, loud and proud. Jungkook exhales, hard. “I had it sent to your house this evening. Something pretty for a pretty girl— don’t tell me the postman fucked that up,” he jokes and Jungkook huffs, practically breathing fire through his nose when he hears the words. 
You fidget. There had been no gift when Jungkook picked you up around sunset, not like you had expected anything to begin with. And aside from Jungkook and maybe your parents, there was no one else on this planet you wanted to receive a Valentine’s Day gift from anyway, especially not from your boss of all people. “Um,” you mumble, acutely aware of the way Jungkook’s face is nearly pressed to yours now in his effort to listen in on your phone call. “I— um, haven’t been home, Seokjin.”
Jungkook scoffs, spits out a particularly unimpressed, “Seokjin?” 
Said man doesn’t hear. “Oh, of course,” he says, almost sullenly. “I forgot you had that little boyfriend to entertain tonight.” 
It’s the breaking point for Jungkook, who leans back to glare at the phone with the heat of a thousand suns. You press it against your chest before he can hear anything else. “I’m sorry,” you rush out in a hurried whisper, eyes flickering over his face, trying to gauge the intensity of his emotions. “I think he’s drunk— he’s never said things to me like this before,” you stammer, feeling like you have to defend yourself for some reason. “I’ll- I’ll take care of it, okay?” No answer, just an aggravated shake of his head, like he’s trying to calm himself down. “Jungkook?” you say, can feel the panic begin to lace your voice when his eyes flutter shut. 
He calms your worries with a gentle head butt that has you gasping in surprise, one hard exhale fanning over you. “Okay,” he says, teeth clenched. “I’m gonna go sit.” And then he stiffly walks over to one of the many benches lining the pathway. He sits, just like he had said he would, and glares down at his hands instead. 
The sight makes you anxious, unsure of how to diffuse the situation because, like you’ve said many times before, dealing with emotions— especially someone else’s emotions —was hard. Your eyes refuse to leave his figure as you draw the phone back up to your ear again. “Hello?” you call, voice trembling when Jungkook finally looks your way. The soft look he had given you all night is nowhere to be found, replaced with this rather unreadable expression. Something between annoyance and confusion if you had to guess. You don’t know, and the fact you don’t know makes you panic. Your chest feels tight when Seokjin begins speaking again. 
“You know,” he says, “you’re quite something, __. Strong, confident. Beautiful.” Had you been anyone else, you might have been flattered by Kim Seokjin’s remarks, maybe would have swooned. He was, objectively speaking, a handsome man with a hefty bank account. 
But if that was the criteria for a man to make you swoon, then the man on the bench in front of you checked all the same boxes three times over. The man who’s brows draw closer and closer together the longer you linger on the phone. Jungkook’s foot does one agonizing tap against the concrete and you find yourself stammering into the phone. “I think you’re drunk, Jin.”
A scoff. “I am,” he agrees, and doesn't even bother to hide it. “But you remind me of her, you know that? I like that.”
It’s like he knows something is going on on the line, because Jungkook visibly bristles when you sidestep in surprise. What was going on, your brain screams. Having your superior compare you to his infidel wife was definitely not something you saw coming tonight. “Uh, okay?” you say, “listen, Seokjin— Mr. Kim, I’m... I have a boyfriend. And I really lov—“
He cuts you off. Jungkook bristles at the sudden stop of your sentence. “Yeah, yeah,” Seokjin drawls, and you can feel the sheer terror of accidentally jeopardizing your relationship with Jungkook step aside for the briefest moment to allow some annoyance to seep through. Annoyed with Seokjin and his audacity, his tone, his voice. “Mrs. Kim used to say that about me,” he chuckles humorlessly, “I love you, I love you, I love you.” A long pause. You’re unsure of how to respond. “It’s not real,” Seokjin says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the entire world. “Love, that is.”
You clench your jaw, gathering your thoughts to respond when Seokjin beats you to it. “But you know what, love?” You don’t respond. Seokjin pushes on anyway. “Someone’s gonna cheat sooner or later— why not beat him to it?” 
Your body reacts first, a startled gasp inhaled through your lips at his disrespectful preposition. Your phone slips out of your grasp. It bounces twice, lands on the ledge that gives way to the river, and you almost kick it in when Jungkook comes up behind you. “Hey, hey,” he says sternly, tugging you away from the phone you almost killed. “What’s wrong— what did he say?”
You exhale, face warm from the discomfort sitting heavy in your chest. “Nothing,” you huff, mind slightly foggy as you try to process that awkward conversation. “It’s— it was stupid,” you spit, pressing the heels of your palms against your temples, the raging anger and confusion making your head pound now. 
You had always known Kim Seokjin wasn’t the most faithful man, that the infidelity ran both ways in his relationship. But you had never imagined he would ever compare you to her, his cheating wife, in an attempt to win you over. Furthermore, you’re downright disturbed by the fact he would even try to hit on you after all the mentoring he’d given you, all the polite smiles he’d flashed you, all the praise you had bestowed upon him to Jungkook. 
Jungkook, whose jaw twitches as his hands graze your forearms. When you look at him again, you feel an immense wave of remorse wash over you at the way his own irritation is clouded by his worry for you. He had been wronged as well— disrespected just like you —but here he was, pushing his own emotions aside for your sake. He doesn’t want to see you upset. He was so good at dealing with your emotions, knew just what to do when things became too much. 
“I’m sorry,” you mumble, lips pursed together. “I don’t know why— he’s never— I wouldn’t do that,” you settle on, voice wobbling when Jungkook’s jaw clenches. “Jungkook,” you frown, reaching for his hands, “I wouldn’t—“ 
He shushes you with another one of those gentle forehead bumps. “Calm down,” he says, voice deeper than usual. “I know you wouldn’t.” 
Weirdly, it feels like you’ve committed a grave sin against your boyfriend. A crime. “I’m sorry,” you blubber anyway, heart thundering in your chest. “That was horrible,” you huff, desperately blinking away the stinging sensation behind your eyes. “You didn’t deserve to hear that.”
“Don’t cry,” Jungkook says, so soft and comforting; stable. You want his composure, his ability to process and understand things so quickly— his maturity. Sure he had been put off by Seokjin, but he had processed it all so quickly; adapted to the situation and stepped in to save you. Meanwhile, you nearly committed cellular murder because you couldn’t handle yourself. “He’s a weirdo,” he says, for both your sakes. “You didn’t do anything wrong, sweetheart.” 
Still, you sniffle. “I’m sorry,” you say again, the heavy feeling in your chest lightening just a little bit when he pulls you into his arms. 
“Crybaby,” he teases softly, a kiss on the crown of your head. You pinch his side. “Second phone you broke in a year.”
The mood for the riverwalk is off after that, and you only walk a few more meters before Jungkook decides it’s enough. “We can still enjoy ourselves at home,” he reassures you, and the way he tries to salvage that soft, fuzzy feeling from before is admirable. So Jungkook takes you home, holds your hand the whole drive back to your place, like he knows you’re still fragile from that extremely uncomfortable interaction, need him to hold you together. Jungkook’s emotional stability guards you like a shield, covers you in a wave of comfort as you calm down. You tell him about Seokjin’s preposition and he bristles. “Prick,” he murmurs beneath his breath, grip tightening just the tiniest bit. Your ring pinches against your skin a little painfully, but you say nothing. 
There’s a box of flowers on your doorstep when you arrive, one that makes Jungkook pause at the sight. “Wonderful,” he drones, picking it up for you as you unlock the front door. It gets left on the coffee table, practically mocking the two of you as you remove your shoes and coats. “That’s your favorite flower,” Jungkook notes. 
You glance at the expensive bouquet. “It is.” 
Jungkook drops down onto your couch, eyes flickering to the meticulous arrangement in front of him. “You told him?” Not really. But back when you had thought Jungkook and you were engaged (read: last week), you had spent days looking at different floral shops that specialized in this flower, frequently leaving the tab open on your work computer. Seokjin must have seen it then. At your extended silence, Jungkook says, “nice.”
You frown, setting your heels on the shoe rack. “Baby, I didn’t,” you tell him softly, reaching for the zip on the back of your dress. It comes down, and after clearing your hips, it falls to the floor in a dark heap you pick up quickly. It leaves you scantily clad in a black lingerie set. Meanwhile, Jungkook drops his head back, glaring at your ceiling. Tentatively, you step over to him, toying with the fabric of your dress in your hands. “You said it was okay.”
“I know,” he sighs, an unexpected confession from him that makes you pause. Despite all you’ve been through, he still rarely highlighted situations that upset him. “It’s just,” he says, turning his head to look at your form again, eyes not drinking you in like you hoped he would. “It’s scary.”
The couch cushion dips beneath your weight when you settle beside him. “What is?”
Jungkook shrugs, avoiding your question by reaching for the TV remote on the coffee table, right beside the box of flowers Seokjin had sent. He opens up the Viki app in a flash— the one linked to his account —and has even loaded up the next episode of Secretary Kim when you question him again. “What’s scary, Jungkook?” you repeat. 
On screen, there’s a beautiful scene on a bridge, the two leads happily conversing. It’s serene, something neither you nor Jungkook feel at the moment. 
Eventually, he says, “you could leave.”
You pause. “What do you mean?” Leave? Where on earth would you leave to when this was your home? He doesn’t meet your gaze. 
Another scene passes by on screen, some cheesy line and an even cheesier promise. Jungkook’s foot taps against the floor, the sound dull against the plush rug beneath you. It’s a nervous tick you’ve only seen him do at the height of truly stressful situations. Weird because just half an hour before you had dubbed him as the epitome of calm and collected at the river. 
“I thought he was cool before.” 
He did. But the word ‘cool’ didn’t always have the same meaning for Jungkook as it did for you. 
In the past, Jungkook had frequently joked about having to meet Kim Seokjin and thank him for all the help he’s given you at work. After all, up until now, you had only ever had good things to say about the man, raving about his cool demeanor and respectable work ethics. Now, the memories paired with the conversation from earlier leave a bad taste in your mouth. 
You’re a little confused with Jungkook right now; part of you had convinced yourself that whatever happened on the phone earlier with Seokjin was put behind you, marked off as an anomaly in the evening. After all, Jungkook himself had said it was okay. Park Seojoon appears on screen, and you can’t help but glare at the character, residue emotions from the river pushed off onto this innocent actor. 
Still, Jungkook surprises you. “It’s just that—“ he sighs. And then, “what if you leave?” 
You blink, eyes trained on his side profile and the way he’s nervously chewing through his bottom lip until it tints a red shade, gives way to sensitive skin when he bites too hard. “Why would I leave?” 
He says nothing. On screen, Park Seojoon says something so cheesy and romantic that it would have otherwise made you cringe, made Jungkook soft. But he’s stiff as a board beside you instead. You almost think he’s going to disregard the entire conversation when he finally speaks again. “Well.” You perk up at the sound of his voice, overly aware of the way he’s started picking at the skin around his thumb again, another nasty habit you’ve been trying to help him get over. “He’s cool. Rich.”
“And so are you,” you offer, covering his hand with your own. 
Jungkook ignores you, releasing a long, shaky exhale. Somehow, he’s exuding a similar energy as before; discontentment mixed with understanding. Like he’s greatly conflicted but forcing himself to remain calm. Another trembling inhale, and then Jungkook quietly recites, “everyone wants to sleep with their hot boss.” 
You recoil just the slightest, brows pinched together at the absurd conclusion he’s drawn. “Baby, that was just a silly conversation,” you say slowly, slipping your hand into his. He squeezes so tight you’re afraid he’ll break your bones. “And we were joking—“
“I know!” he exclaims, enveloping your significantly smaller hand in both of his before bringing them up to his face, lips pressed against your knuckles. It’s not a kiss, more so a desperate need to feel you against him. Eyes wide, you can’t do anything but watch as that collected exterior slips away, revealing a whirlwind mess of emotions. It’s a rather unexpected show from Jungkook. “It was a joke. We were joking. But I’m—“ his jaw clenches. His voice is so tiny when he speaks again. “I get scared sometimes, __.” 
His emotional outburst renders you speechless, watching as he squeezes his eyes shut, jaw clenching, hands trembling. 
It’s a stark image change from the cool Jungkook that had comforted you at the river, had patted the back of your head when you had been so distraught. His chest heaves for air and you don’t know what to do; it’s always the other way around, him comforting you, that when it comes down to this you find yourself at a loss. It makes you feel like you don’t know enough about yourself or him or your relationship in general to help him, always so lost when things like this happen. 
Jungkook has never been good at expressing negative emotions, always preferring to bottle them up and only show you his very best side. Granted, he’s been getting better at letting go lately, has whispered his doubts to you in the dead of night after a particularly grueling project, an uncomfortable social meeting. But he always waits until you’re half asleep and in the dark to tell you how he feels, hushed worries that you barely remember the next morning. And by then, Jungkook’s moved on from them anyway, flashes you a pretty smile and purposefully guides you away from that conversation. You know he’s started keeping a journal recently, but aside from seeing the blanks pages when he’d first gotten, you don’t have a clue what happened afterwards. It’s probably hidden away somewhere, his feelings locked up in a cupboard or a box, the secrets it holds never to be spoken of aloud. 
He doesn’t like talking about his more personal problems, hoards them until you’re forced to intervene. Find him slumped over at his dining table with bags under his eyes, the skin on his lower lip bitten beyond belief. 
Rarely does he sit down and express himself like this, lays his heart out carefully for you to see. Had he not said so right now, you would have never known Jungkook struggled with such doubts about you and your relationship. 
(It makes your heart ache at the realization.) 
Jungkook always acts like everything is okay, always forces himself to hold it together for the sake of you and, quite frankly, everyone else. He’s there when Taehyung breaks up with his girlfriends, pats him on the back and lets him run through every video game he has on his PS5. He’s there for Namjoon when his thesis becomes too much, proofreads it even though he doesn’t understand a word just for the sake of giving his best friend another perspective. Hell, he had even been there for Doyeon when her new landlord had tried to overcharge her, had carried the bulk of your argument when you ran off to try and fight with the old man. 
(“He’s too nice sometimes,” she had murmured the next morning at her place. After the shouting match the night before, you had crashed with Doyeon on her new bed, your sweet boyfriend taking up her couch. Somehow, you and Jungkook had managed to knock a clean seventy-five bucks off her monthly bill. It wasn’t much, but for an apartment in the city it sure felt like a lot. 
You had hummed, patting the top of his head on the way to the kitchen. “He’s a good boy,” you had said, heart thrumming when he instinctively pushed closer to your hand, nuzzling into you even in his sleep. “He cares about everyone a lot. Worries to death about his friends.”
The state of their relationship was weird; they were always fighting about one thing or another, ‘eternal enemies’ as Doyeon liked to claim. 
But for the first time, she hadn’t denied they were, in fact, friends. Instead, she had quietly stood at the breakfast nook overlooking the living room with a somber look on her face that was completely unlike the Doyeon you knew. She didn’t respond with her usual backhanded compliments, didn’t even call him a gremlin either. 
“He even worries about you, Miss Wicked Witch of the West,” you had teased, reaching over to pull Jungkook’s shirt down where it had ridden up, exposing his cute belly button to the cold apartment. She had sipped at her mug of coffee, eyes foggy and distant. “It just takes him a while.” 
“He’s always cared about you though,” she had murmured then, and you had marked it off as her being half asleep. But Doyeon had given you this look, a look so profoundly wise, as if she was saying, “more than you’ll ever know.”) 
Most importantly, Jungkook is always there for you. He holds you in his arms, strokes your back comfortingly whenever something goes wrong. Listens to your concerns and offers you advice, learns new things for the sole purpose of helping you out. Lets you make stupid decisions and always saves you at the last minute. And you want to repay him for all that, want to look after Jungkook like he does for everyone else. But it’s hard, it’s so fucking hard, when he doesn’t let you in, when he holds his emotions at bay for the sake of protecting yours. When you don’t even know where to start sometimes. 
The beating of your heart is accompanied by a dramatic orchestral ensemble on screen, violins and flutes as the two lovers reconcile some issue with a kiss. Beside you, your own lover is one second away from falling apart. “Hey,” you say quietly, slipping your hand out of his to hesitantly place on his back instead. With your release, Jungkook uses his empty hands to drag over his face, hide himself from you. “I’m not going to leave you, Jungkook,” you try and comfort, “I love you.” 
He shakes his head, dark locks bouncing around. “I know, I know,” he sighs, but it doesn’t sound like he believes you. It sounds like he’s forcing himself into composure again, jaw flexing as he shakes his head. “But— what if—” another aggravated huff, his thighs jumping anxiously. “You’ll get bored.” Not a question, but a statement. 
“Of you?” you ask anyway. He nods. “I won’t.”
He sits up so suddenly you have to move away to avoid bumping into him. “You will,” he urges, finally looking at you, distress painted over every inch of his face. “That guy, that Seokjin, he sounds more interesting than me. He sounds cool and put together, like the world is his oyster and,” he rubs the heels of his hands against his eyes. “You talk about him sometimes and... and you call him a god, __,” he stresses, doesn’t leave room for you to object. “And I know you’re joking, but—“ a sharp inhale, and then, quietly, “everyone gets bored of me, __.” 
Your frown deepens. “But I won’t,” you argue, confident in your claim, shifting onto your knees beside him. Your dress is thrown over the armrest of the couch, and the draft in your apartment makes goosebumps rise on your bare flesh. “You’re not boring, Jungkook,” you tell him, voice softening when his features pinch up, nose wrinkling as he wards off the stinging behind his eyes. 
It’s teenage trauma. Jungkook had told you at least that much before, this crippling sense of loneliness and an inferiority complex that hindered him during an influential growth period of his life. It’s why he’s so quiet when he has so much to say, why he brings you along to every party he gets invited to; he’s never felt like he was enough by himself. 
Sometimes, it leaks into his confessions. “I don’t deserve you,” he says frequently, but some days you want to hot glue him to a chair and force him to listen to every reason why he does and always will deserve you or anyone for that matter. “You make me better,” he claims, but he does that all on his own, lights up the world with his smile alone. 
He’s gotten better, that much you’ve learned from Namjoon and Taehyung. And even you’ve noticed it on your own, watched as he animatedly talked with his friends and his coworkers, drew people naturally to him with his warm aura. 
Even still, there’s moments where he relapses. Moments like this. 
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs beside you, “I know I’m a handful—“
“You’re not,” you interrupt, cupping his soft cheek in your hand, turning him to face you. Jungkook leans into the touch, and your heart breaks in half when a tear escapes over his waterline, pretty eyes brimming with tears. “You’re not a handful, Jungkook,” you tell him, shuffling closer until you can press your forehead against his. The truth is, you don’t know how to comfort him, but this is how he’s always comforted you; it feels nice when he does it for you. “You’re just enough,” you say, voice soft because it feels like your precious boy is about to fall apart in your arms, his shallow breaths rivaling the volume of the television. “You’ve always been enough.” 
He sniffles, and another tear tickles the side of your thumb, catching the light. “I’m sorry,” he repeats anyway, a disbelieving chuckle tacked on at the end. 
“Don’t be,” you shush, pushing away a strand of hair when he leans closer. His frown is still prominent, pink lips red and soft under your thumb when you tap your finger against them. “You can tell me when things worry you, you know,” you inform him, heart swelling when his eyes fall shut and he leans into your touch. He’s so handsome, the cute little mole beneath his lip begging to be kissed. “I’ll always listen.”
Jungkook hums, breathing evening out. “I know you will,” he says. “But I like listening to your voice more, and I can’t do that when I’m talking.” 
You snort and Jungkook finally lets a tiny smile slip. “Don’t flirt with me so soon after your meltdown,” you mumble, kissing his cheek softly. 
Jungkook chuckles, real this time, and sniffles right afterwards. “I’ll flirt with you whenever I want.” And, because he’s just so full of surprises tonight, he sniffles once more before he’s unceremoniously tackling you back onto the couch. You squeal, the TV remote digging into your back painfully. It has the volume accidentally skyrocketing, startling the both of you with an ear-shattering orchestral piece at the height of some emotional scene. Jungkook scrambles to free the device and lower the volume before your eardrums burst. “I didn’t even know your TV could go that loud,” he says, and he’s speaking normally but the deafening violins are still reverberating in your head, making him sound quieter than he really is. 
“Come here,” you say instead, and he obeys, crawling into your arms, mouth hovering just over yours. “You feeling better?”
Jungkook nods, dark hair bouncing. “You make me better,” he tries, but after tonight’s realization, you respond to his corny words with a pinch against his doughy cheek instead. 
“Don’t say that,” you frown, toying with one of the earrings decorating his ear. The tip of his nose is flushed red, the exertion from crying catching up to him. His lashes are dark, probably feel so heavy with the residual tears that cling to them. 
Jungkook repositions himself, guides your legs around his waist. “Why not? It’s true.” He glances at your mouth. “You make my life better.”
“Wrong,” you say bluntly, brushing his hair back with your hands. “Your own perception and understanding of your experiences makes your life better. I just happen to be in it.” Jungkook looks the tiniest bit surprised at your suddenly logical argument. “Trust me, I saw it in a documentary the other day.” 
At that he laughs, full and loud, pecking your lips once with a sweet smile on his face. “Now I know you’re lying,” he grins, gently nudging his nose against yours. The drama on the TV is but a quiet hum compared to the pounding of your heart in your chest when he looks at you like that. “Because you don’t even like documentaries.” 
You kiss him softly, holding his hair back for him. He tastes a little bit like the chocolate cake he had at the restaurant and the lemonade he drank (he didn’t indulge in the sweet wine with you because he needed to drive). His lips mold perfectly against yours, and he sighs softly when he finally draws back. “But I like you,” you purr. 
Jungkook’s eyes darken, one heavy exhale fanning across the lower half of your face. You readjust the leg around his waist, pull him closer just the slightest bit. “Don’t flirt with me so soon after my meltdown,” he repeats, lips brushing against yours. You chuckle. “You don’t know what that means to me.” You can roughly guess, but that opportunity is taken away when Jungkook slots his mouth against yours, soft lips molding to yours. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip, wastes no time slipping in when you open for him, hot and wet. 
Jungkook’s fingers are just as warm when he trails them up the back of your thigh, pulls you impossibly closer until the buckle on his belt is pressed flush against your mound. A tiny whimper escapes your lips, chest jumping just the slightest from the pressure. It makes Jungkook pull away with an easygoing grin, chocolate eyes half-lidded. “You okay?” he murmurs, breath a little shaky from the kiss. You nod, tangling your fingers behind his head and pulling him in close again. 
He evades your puckered lips, ducking down to press his own against your throat, right beneath your jaw. “Ugh,” you groan, digging your nails into his back through his satin shirt. “I wanted a kiss.”
Jungkook nips at your skin, this tiny gesture that couldn’t hurt even if he tried. “You always want a kiss,” he retorts softly, the quiet smack of his lips filling your ears as he bestows a series of smooches against your skin. And it’s so devastatingly tender how he handles you, like you’re made of glass and will break at a moment’s notice, like he wants to treasure your body for the rest of his—
Jungkook chomps down, hard, and you hiss. “Sit still,” he orders, soothing over the bite with one broad lick of his tongue. 
You whimper. “That hurt.” 
“And it’ll hurt even more if you keep moving,” he warns you, and before you can ask what that even means, he’s leaving another stinging bite just further down. It’s at the midway point of your neck, right in front, and you can feel your heartbeat in your throat when he sucks a painful mark over it. “There,” he says, mostly to himself. “All mine.”
Your legs tighten around him, and you fight down the wave of heat that threatens to consume you when he places one final kiss over the second mark— the hickey. 
Jungkook doesn’t usually leave them. In fact, you can rarely recall a time where he had purposefully gone out of his way to mark you up like this. It was always accidental, always unplanned, because he knew how troublesome it was for you to cover them up for work the next morning. Work, where your coworkers and your bosses and Seokjin could see. 
Brows pinched together, your brain begins to draw a connection, one that Jungkook is soon confirming himself. “Everyone will see that now,” he hums, kissing a trail down your neck. 
Of course. 
You pat the back of his head in amusement, hiding a smile against his soft locks. Before you can say anything more, maybe tease him for being so cute, there’s a hand on your hip that snaps you out of your scheming. Jungkook lifts his head, does that endearing little head shake that pushes his hair out of his eyes, before leaning in for another languid kiss. 
It’s even slower than the first, mostly because he’s a little too preoccupied with running his hands over your body now. It starts at your shoulder, teasingly snaps the strap of your bra as you push your tongue down his throat. Jungkook whimpers, that pretty sound that makes you desperate to hear more. It’s the same sound that he always makes when he wants to be pampered, wants you to kiss his entire body while he lays there and takes it. 
And you’re all too ready to act on it. 
Duty calls and you’re there to answer, tilting his head for him with your hands against his cheeks. He sighs against you, breath trembling as it tickles across your skin. That soft and tender way that makes you melt because he’s just so precious, so dreamy. 
But you’re too caught up in your plotting to remember the hand he’s got on your hip, the one that teases the waistband of your panties with one lone finger. It’s only when Jungkook pulls away from your inviting mouth, his other hand holding you down by your shoulder, that you’re snapped back into reality. His lips are swollen and red, slick from your tongue, and so tantalizingly kissable. He huffs out a breath, eyes flickering over your face. “Can I touch you,” he husks, and gives into the temptation to press a kiss against your jaw. 
“Yes, please,” you shiver, hypnotized by his hungry stare. 
Jungkook wastes no time, pressing another kiss against the bruising mark over your throat that dissolves into a series of lighter smooches he trails down between your breasts. His hands come up to cup your boobs over your bra, giving them one harsh squeeze that has you releasing a long exhale as he moves between the valley and down your tummy, over your belly button. “Open,” he says at your pubic bone, carefully guiding your legs apart until you’re spread wide for him. 
The dark panties you’re wearing tonight— the super expensive ones you had spent an hour measuring your body for the exact sizing —receive one light kiss over the front. “Always so pretty for me,” Jungkook murmurs, tracing one lone finger down the middle. Your stomach contracts when he nudges it against you, the soft material of your panties just barely pushed between your folds. 
As his hand occupies itself with some relatively light foreplay, Jungkook tasks himself with leaving another tingling mark against your skin. This time, it’s on the inside of your thigh. He starts it off slowly, a few littered kisses against the skin until he deems one spot worthy enough and abruptly sinks his teeth into you. “Not so hard,” you whimper, reaching down to bury your hands in his hair. 
Jungkook lets it go, sloppily licking over the area. “You like it hard,” he husks, meeting your gaze as he licks one, long stripe over the tender skin. “Don’t you?” You nod demurely, pressing your knuckles against your lips to hold back a tiny moan from slipping past your lips. 
With that new mark blooming over your skin, Jungkook transfers his attention to your pussy, hidden beneath the soft material of your panties. One finger hooks under the hem, tucking them aside until he can see you in your entirety. “Fuck,” he groans, pressing one light kiss over your clit that makes you inhale sharply, fingers digging into his scalp. Jungkook throws one final glance your way before letting his tongue slip past his lips, the very tip flicking against your clit. 
Your breathing becomes shallow, anticipation building in the pits of your stomach as he slowly but surely begins playing with you. His tongue is so warm and wet, nudges your throbbing clit, nose pressed against your mound. “Mmm,” he moans, eyes fluttering shut as his mouth works wonders. 
“Ah,” you gasp, whiny and high-pitched, when he dips one finger past your wet folds. The entry is seamless, his pointer finger sinking into the velvet walls of your cunt as his tongue swirls against your hardened bud. “Jungkook,” you mewl, knocking your heel against his shoulder. Jungkook huffs, suctions his lips around your clit. The cold metal of the rings he always wears— the duo set from that Chrome Hearts brand he likes so much —presses against the trembling lips of your pussy, makes your back arch when he twists his finger inside of you. 
He’s so precise with his tongue, knows just how long and how hard to lick against your pulsing clit until you’re trembling, thighs quivering. Briefly, he pulls away, flicks his hair to the side in one suave motion that lets you see his dark eyes when he glances back up at you again, covered in a thick sheen of lust that makes them appear almost black as opposed to his usual warm brown. His hands reach for the waistband of your panties, tug them off with one fluid pull. 
“So pretty for me,” he murmurs, the end of his words laced with a slight rasp that makes your hips jump. “All for me,” he says, roughly pushing his finger into you again. The harshness makes your entire body tighten up in surprise, eyes fluttering shut when he slips his middle finger alongside his pointer this time around. 
“Baby, wait,” you whimper, walls fluttering around the two digits. Jungkook leans back in, presses a chaste kiss against your clit that makes your breathing stall as he thrusts his fingers into you. 
He ignores your cries, locks his lips at the juncture where your thigh meets your body, sensitive skin that bruises all too easily when he sucks against it too hard. “Only for me,” he sighs, all pretenses discarded as he begins rapidly and roughly fucking his fingers into you. It’s intense, has your thighs quaking as he speeds them up. 
The coil in your stomach tightens, and you have to bite down on your knuckles to stop the litany of whimpers from slipping past your lips when Jungkook ducks down again. He bypasses your quivering clit, warm tongue licking at the warm, wet folds around his fingers instead. The proximity makes the tip of his round nose brush along the length of your cunt, a sight and sensation that makes you moan, his bangs harshly tugged away from his forehead to give you the perfect view. 
It’s with a particularly hard shove and twist combination of his fingers into your clenching walls that you cum, a gasp caught in your throat as your hips push toward him, chasing the feeling Jungkook bestows upon you. Your breathing is a mess, inhales too short, your exhales inconsistent, as Jungkook slows the speed of his fingers inside of you, lets your cum ooze out around them, coat his fingers and his rings. 
“No,” you cry, watching that look come over his face when he withdraws his hand, the look that usually follows him sucking your cum into his mouth. “Jungkook, you don’t have to do that—” you whine, reaching for his wrist and yanking it towards you. 
Jungkook follows, crawls back up beside you as he chases his own sticky fingers. “It’s mine,” he urges, has this weird look in his eyes you don’t think you’ve ever seen before. And just as quickly as it crosses his features, he’s lurching forward to catch his own fingers in his mouth. It’s lewd, the way his tongue wraps around them, leaves them sleek under the TV glow, tattoos and rings glistening. He has the audacity to moan, eyes fluttering shut as his devious tongue slips down between his fingers, so long and precise. There’s a tiny noise that tears itself from your throat, one that has him flickering his clouded gaze up to you as his fingers are released from between his own lips. “You like that,” he murmurs, wet fingers trailing down your cheek, capturing your chin to turn your face his way completely. 
His tongue is sinful as it slips past your lips again, the tangy taste of yourself clinging to him. His breathing feels hot, suffocating. But his kisses are so good, make your mind go blank. So blank, that the fingers that rub at your clit surprise you completely. “Kook,” you gasp, breaking away from him in surprise. 
Jungkook doesn’t let you get far, capturing your mouth with his again. The two fingers you had felt on your chin are gone, firmly pressed against your swollen clit, experimentally rubbing against it. Never mind the fact you were still sensitive from your first orgasm, thighs quivering when he drags them against the wet, soft skin. It makes you shudder, breaking away from him a second time for a desperately needed inhale of fresh air. Jungkook follows behind closely, pressing kisses over your jawline, your chin, as his fingers continue moving against your clit.
He has them pressed together, rubbing at the front of your slit where that bundle of nerves is hidden. It makes your stomach contract, hips jerking forward into the touch in an effort to match him, to speed up the process. “You were made for me, pretty girl,” Jungkook huffs against your cheek, nose pressed against your skin because he’s just so close, practically molded into your side as his fingers send rhythmic shocks of ecstasy up your spine.
Your mouth drops open, stuttered gasps filtering through your lips as Jungkook takes advantage of your sensitive body to draw out another orgasm. But there’s a weird sensation that builds in your stomach this time, one that brings with it a sense of panic. “Wait—“ you gasp, fisting the silky material of his shirt beneath one clenched fist. “Jungkook,” you warn, toes curling.
He responds with a harsh nip against your lower lip that makes you whimper. “Go ahead,” he purrs, rubbing his fingers over you at an insane speed, one that has your juices sloppily spread over your pussy, makes you buck into him and moan against his mouth. 
The feeling grows, an intense, unfamiliar thing that you rarely recall ever feeling before, gasping for air as Jungkook’s fingers caress your clit, pressing down hard. “Fffuck, fuck,” you sob, mouth opening in a silent scream, eyes rolling backwards as you feel your pussy lips contract harder than ever before, thighs quivering as your juices squirt out of you, lower body reduced to jello as Jungkook quickens his movements, wrists jerking back and forth as your pleasure sprays out of you. “Ju— Jungkook,” you wail, forcefully slamming your thighs shut when he doesn’t stop, the pleasure seemingly never-ending under such a torturous touch. “Stop—stop,” you beg, eyes filling with tears that spill over when his trapped hand manages one final rough rub against your clit accompanied by a final gush of wetness. 
Only then does he stop, leaning back on his knees to drink you in with dark eyes that make you quiver. There’s no trace of his usual post-orgasm cockiness, the smile he’ll flash you, the teasing jabs. Nothing, just a frankly terrifying gaze that has you self-consciously pressing your hands over your chest. 
Jungkook doesn’t take kindly to it, roughly snatching one of your wrists up until you’re sitting up, the traces of your own orgasm present in the damp couch cushions beneath you, inner thighs coated in a thin sheen of your own pleasure. Jungkook leans in close, nose bumping against yours. “You came like that for me,” he says quietly, chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. You nod, eyes wide and teary when he reaches for the front of his shirt, giving it the same treatment he usually gives yours; two hands at the front, yanking it apart until the buttons are torn from their stitches and bouncing across your floor. 
He throws it off to the side, his tan skin highlighted by the cool tones of the television, the dark sleeve of his tattoo especially prominent. The black ink almost looks blue under this light. You’re so distracted by the perfect swirls and doodles on Jungkook’s skin that you don’t realize that same hand is reaching for you until it’s too late, long fingers wrapping around your throat to jerk you forward, head tipping back to look up at him. “Say it, sweet girl,” he murmurs, eyes half-lidded. “Tell me you’re mine.”
The fingers around your throat squeeze once and then slowly begin tightening. You gasp, meeting his hooded gaze with yours, lips quivering for a response that’s stuck in your throat, trapped by your own surprise and tightening airways. Frantically, you reach for his wrists with both hands, not to pull Jungkook’s hand away, but to ground yourself from the hazy cloud of lust the moment evokes. 
Still, your body isn’t as strong as you thought, and once Jungkook reaches a certain tightness around your throat you find yourself coughing. Instantly, he loosens his grip. But not too much. “I- I’m yours,” you rasp out, gasping for air. 
For now, it satisfies Jungkook enough for him to release you. And while you’re grateful for the rush of fresh air that fills your lungs, the phantom ghost of his grip around your throat sends a new gush of wetness between your thighs. One that grows tenfold when Jungkook reaches for his belt, undoes it easily. It comes off with one fluid motion, carelessly shucked off to the side as his attention moves to the front of his pants instead. 
He doesn’t let you sit around uselessly. “On your knees,” he says, so quietly you almost don’t hear it. “Sit on your knees facing the table.”
You blink slowly, the dry tears on your cheeks leaving stiff trails against your makeup. It takes a moment for your brain to process his request, one long second that has Jungkook pausing in his movements, leveling you with one solemn glare that eventually has you springing into action. You hastily slip off the couch, shuffling toward the coffee table between it and the television. The rug is soft beneath your knees, a luxury you can’t enjoy to the fullest because there’s a ball of excitement and fear stuck in your throat. (Right beneath your bruised skin and recuperating windpipes.) Sitting back on your calves, it feels like every nerve is standing stiff as you await his instructions. 
“Bra off,” Jungkook says from behind you, and you’re startled by the sudden ripping of stitches behind you, almost turning to look at him. He stops you with one hand around the back of your neck, drawing a surprised gasp from you. “Sit still,” he commands, your back stiff straight, eyes focused on the screen. After a beat, Jungkook lets you go, pats the back of your head gingerly. “Good girl.”
A whimper catches in your throat at the praise, and you barely manage to bite down on it in time, hurriedly reaching behind you. Your hands fidget over the clasps on your bra, and you nearly jump out of your skin when one lone finger traces down your spine, undoing your bra for you. You don’t know why, but you say, “thank you.”
The television changes scenes in front of you, the bright colors a stark contrast to the darkness of Jungkook’s eyes. Your hands tremble in front of you, fingers anxiously tangling with each other. A few inches beside you, there’s a dark red box filled with the flowers from—
Suddenly, your vision goes dark, hands instinctively reaching up to your eyes. The pads of your fingers come in contact with a soft material, smooth and silky. Just like— “Is this… ?” you murmur, hands sliding across the makeshift blindfold Jungkook’s made for you, the same texture as his shirt had been. 
He doesn’t grace you with an answer, just a hand against your hip as he, presumably, settles behind you. “Does it matter?” Jungkook says instead, voice all too close to your ear. Your entire body locks up, hands quickly returning to their spot against the coffee table. 
Just as you’d suspected, Jungkook is all too close now, hands crawling over your body. They start at your waist, massage the skin tenderly, lovingly, before gliding up to cup your breasts. You shiver, a quiet exhale escaping you as Jungkook rubs his palms over your boobs, trapping your stiff nipples between his fingers. A sound threatens to escape you, and you trap it behind a bitten lip, fists clenched against the table before you. “You know,” Jungkook says conversationally, like he’s not pinching your nipples enough to make you squirm. “Who else do you think can make you come like this?”
You brain lags. “W- What?” you stutter, thighs pressing together to ward away the arousal. Not like they’re already sticky from before, from when Jungkook had made you squirt. 
Jungkook doesn’t miss a beat, pressing a kiss against your shoulder that he trails up to your ear, nibbling at your earlobe. “Who else,” he says slowly, “can make you come like this?”
It’s not a trick question— no one could. You tell Jungkook as much. “I— no one,” you answer, rolling your lips in when he kisses the tender spot beneath your ear again. 
His kisses feel loud, but not as loud as his voice when he says, “exactly.” You swallow, gripping at the edge of the coffee table when he releases your boobs, trails one hand between your thighs, the other around your throat to pull you backwards against his chest. It makes your hands flail, landing against the tops of his thick thighs. 
Jungkook holds you close, fingers tightening around your throat teasingly. “No one else can please you like you want,” he exhales, letting his fingers trail over your skin. “Not the guy on tv, not your exes, not the fucking loser at your job,” he hisses, lips against your ear. “No one,” he reiterates, voice softer now as he presses a kiss against you. “No one but me.”
And it’s true. 
You can’t even muster your usual mouthy, bratty attitude when Jungkook serves you cold hard facts like this. Not when you can feel his aching member press against the small of your back, rest perfectly in the slight dip between your ass cheeks. “Isn’t that right, sweet girl?” he murmurs, voice low. 
You nod, tummy tightening when he uses the hand between your thighs to spread them apart. “Only you,” you agree, voice feathery.
Jungkook hides a grin against your skin, a mean chuckle escaping him when he rests his forehead against your shoulder. “Fuck,” he says, releasing your throat. “Such a good girl,” he praises, hands on your hips again. He uses them to encourage you up onto your knees, hips bumping into the edge of the table as he shuffles you forward. “Bend,” he says quietly, palm flat on the center of your back, pushing you down until your belly button is pressed against the cold wood, boobs swinging forward just the slightest. “Perfect.”
Jungkook shuffles up behind you, soothes a hand over your hip when you flinch at the first press of his cock against your folds. “You’re okay,” he comforts, voice like honey as he lines himself up. Your folds are slippery and wet, loose from your arousal and the two orgasms he’s already given you. 
Despite all that, the first push of his engorged cock past the tight muscles makes you gasp. “Baby, that’s,” you moan, nails scratching against the coffee table to make a sound that you would otherwise find uncomfortable. “I—“
Jungkook pants behind you, cock sinking further and further in. “I’ve got you,” he husks. His voice is like the light at the end of the tunnel, your dark vision forcing you to rely on him entirely as he guides you through the motions. “Made for me,” he repeats, voice airy.
You nod jerkily, arms trembling as his cock plunges deeper inside of you. “Made for you,” you gasp, head falling forward, forehead pressed against the cold surface in front of you. 
He moans, and there’s one deafening moment of silence when he finally reaches the hilt, soft pubic hairs at the base of his cock brushing against your folds. It’s a familiar sensation, having him buried inside of you, but it’s always different when he’s doing it from behind. He always feels fuller, bigger, mushroom tip practically kissing your cervix. 
“Kook,” you whimper, walls unintentionally contracting around him when he lingers a second too long. “Move.”
“Fuck, fuck,” he curses behind you. “I know, it’s just—“ he pauses, squeezes your hip so hard, you’re certain it’ll bruise. “I wanna… y’know,” he groans, dropping his head against your back, warm breath fanning across your slightly sweaty skin. 
It makes something in your stomach click into place, shifting back just the slightest. The small drag around your lips makes you brave. “Then do it,” you urge, desperate for any sort of friction. 
Jungkook practically growls, bucking into you once. “No,” he says, like he’s battling with himself, faced with a mental hurdle he can only cross alone. “You don’t understand,” he sneers, suddenly snapping back into position behind you, pulling you flush against his pelvis once more. It makes you whimper. 
“I kinda do—“
“You don’t,” Jungkook hisses, forcefully thrusting his hips into you enough to make your hips knock painfully against the edge of the coffee table, a startled moan falling from between your lips. And from there, it’s like you’ve unleashed a beast, because Jungkook shows you no mercy as he begins fucking you, his fat cock slipping in and out of you, his angry head flirting with your entrance. “I wanna fucking breed you,” he sneers, fingers digging into the skin around your waist to hold you still as he bucks his hips forward.
His vulgarity makes your skin heat up, the warmth probably tangible over your sloppily made blindfold, eyes wide despite the fabric that covers them. “That—” you gasp, thighs trembling with each powerful thrust. 
“It’s too much, I fucking know,” he huffs dryly, releasing one hip to press against your shoulders, roughly shoving you forward until your breasts are pressed against the surface, arms bent up beside you to stop yourself from hitting your head. “But— But,” he shudders, suddenly stopping his thrusts to grind his cock against you instead, pussy lips quivering around his girthy member. “I wanna,” he pants, “wanna see you so fucking full of me, because— you’re mine, __,” he seethes, “right?”
You nod blindly, dumbly, brain too flooded with the stimulation he’s bestowing upon you to think properly. “I- I am,” you confirm, gasping for air. “And you’re mine,” you manage to get out, one hand slapping down against the coffee table when he draws his cock out, slams himself back into you quickly. 
“I’m yours,” Jungkook slurs behind you, slowly picking up his pace again. The hand on your back lets go, and it’s with trembling arms that you manage to push yourself back onto your forearms, one hand blindly reaching for the hand he’s got gripping at your hips. 
“Oh my god,” you whimper, the sounds coming from your connected bodies so lewd and obscene, disgustingly wet when Jungkook slips back inside. He surges forward again, and you try to catch your balance, knees quivering underneath the force of his thrusts. Your hand slides over the tabletop in a feeble effort to hold onto something, anything. You can’t see, and even if you could there’s not much to hold onto on a flat surface. 
Except the box your hand knocks into. Your confusion lasts for only about a second because then Jungkook is ramming his cock into you, over and over, until you’re certain your hips are going to bruise and your knees are going to give out. Jungkook’s moans are soft and feathery, sighs that fan over your shoulder and make your back arch, eyes rolling backwards for the briefest second as if you were possessed. 
“Mine,” he whimpers, desperate and needy, fingernails digging into your skin as he pushes on. “Gonna be mine forever,” he growls. “Gonna— Gonna be so pretty and big,” he moans, “tits so fucking full.” The image he puts in your mind makes you dizzy. 
You nod dumbly, knuckles bumping against the box a second time. “Jungkook,” you choke out, fingers blindly nudging the box aside. But there’s no strength behind it, your entire body feeling weak and useless, all the energy concentrated in the coil in your stomach, the one that grows and tightens with every entrance of Jungkook’s cock into your pulsing walls. “There’s— There’s something,” you gasp, pinky finger tapping against it.
Behind you, Jungkook stills, harsh breaths deafeningly loud. Louder than the television and the corny music that plays, the mindless chatter of the characters you couldn’t name even if you tried. “Why would you...” Jungkook huffs, irritation lacing his words.
You don’t get to question it, because a second later his finger is tucking itself beneath your blindfold, yanking it off carelessly. It makes your head crane backwards, a tiny yelp torn from your lips as the blinding glow of the TV attacks your poor eyes at full force. Jungkook’s long since stopped his rapid thrusts, and it’s only when you glance off to the side that you realize why. 
It’s the stupid box of flowers Seokjin had sent you, the one Jungkook had placed on the coffee table when you first got home. 
Behind you, Jungkook releases one long exhale, both of you looking at the arrangement with various degrees of discomfort. “Did you like them,” he murmurs, cock throbbing inside of you. 
You shake your head, a soft, “no,” falling from your lips. The muscles in your thighs quiver like mad. 
Jungkook says nothing, but you watch as one inked arm stretches out from behind you, the movement of his hips pushing his cock deeper into you. A tiny whimper catches in your throat, watching as Jungkook hooks a finger over the lip of the box. One swift tug has it gliding over the tabletop, coming to a stop right beside your forearm. Jungkook leans back, the silence terrifying. 
“Did you think they were pretty?” he asks, tracing one finger down your spine. Your lower lip trembles as your eyes scan over the bouquet, at the pretty color selection and lovely scent that joined together to overwhelm your senses. 
“No,” you say, but it feels like a lie.
And Jungkook thinks so too, wrapping one hand around your throat and pulling you back forcefully. It’s the same as he did earlier, but with his cock deep inside your pussy, it sends a shock throughout your entire nervous system, a sob tearing itself from within you as he unintentionally pushes himself deeper inside. “Did you,” he says a second time, practically seething, “think Seokjin’s flowers were pretty?”
Your eyes flicker nervously across the screen in front of you, but everything is a blur, Jungkook’s harsh breathing against your ear. “Yes,” you confess, whimpering when his fingers tighten around your throat, press down against your windpipe as he inhales sharply. “But they’re just flow—“ He squeezes your throat so hard, your eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets, mind growing fuzzy. Eventually, he lets go and you dissolve into a fit of coughs, bent over the coffee table again as Jungkook slips his stiff cock out from within you. “I’m sorry,” you sniffle, throwing a teary-eyed look over your shoulder.
What you’re not expecting is for Jungkook to grab that same shoulder and roughly push you onto your side away from the coffee table, falling onto the fluffy rug as he shoves you down. “Something pretty for a pretty girl,” he sneers, biting down a frankly maniacal grin.
“What?” you exhale, probably looking at him with the same maniacal look in your eyes. 
(You were made for each other, so crazy and in love.)
Jungkook stretches one toned arm out, and you flinch when he uses that same beautiful arm to send the box of flowers flying over the edge of the coffee table, a hard thwack resounding throughout the room when they land face down on the other side, petals against the floor, water dripping out from inside. 
With those out of the way, Jungkook wastes no time flipping you over, face shoved down against the soft rug as he angles your hips up. “Thinking about someone else when I’m right here,” he growls, ramming his cock back into you with no warning. You sob, clawing at nothing as he bucks forward. “What a mean girl,” Jungkook scolds. 
“I- I wasn’t,” you defend weakly, shivering as he snaps his hips against you, the rug irritating your cheek when the motion sends you forward. Jungkook uses the hands on your hips to pull you back, your skin clapping together loudly. 
“You think Seokjin would— would fuck you like this?” he spits, using you like a toy as he fucks basically for himself, cock sliding in and out of your squelching walls. “You think he’d push you down and—and call you a stupid girl?” 
You shake your head, eyes squeezed shut to fight the wave of tears threatening your waterline. Truthfully, it doesn’t make much of a difference, especially not when Jungkook yanks your hips back again, your entrance sensitive from all the friction. “No, no,” you sob. ”He wouldn't.”
Jungkook scoffs, not bothering to slow his pace down. “Of course he wouldn’t,” he spits, and then, strikes your ass. Two hard cracks of his palm, rings and all, against the globes of your ass. You wail, unconsciously jerking away only for Jungkook to drag you back. “Stupid girl,” Jungkook sighs, cock twitching inside of you. You can feel the beads of precum oozing out from the tip of his cock inside you, their warmth making you shudder. 
Your other ass cheek receives the same treatment, two harsh smacks that leave the skin tingling, blood rising to the surface. “Stupid, stupid girl,” he repeats, palms rubbing over your cheeks for a brief second, only to strike down again. “Aren’t you?” You nod, fat tears dripping out of the corner of your eyes and down onto the fluffy rug beneath you. Your behind stings, pain blossoming over your skin. But it’s the good kind, the one that has drool escaping from the corner of your lips from how overwhelmed it leaves you. 
“I- I’m a stupid girl,” you agree, your words punctuated by a series of tiny sobs and sniffles. Your walls feel sensitive, raw, from his thrusts. You’re ready to come, trembling hands slithering down to reach for your clit. 
“Don’t,” Jungkook warns, snatching your arm up and twisting it behind you. 
You cry, tears and drool against the rug. “I wanna come,” you whimper, trying your other hand only for it to meet a similar demise. “Please,” you sniffle, turning your face the other way as if the angle will somehow be different. 
“You don’t come until I say so,” Jungkook hisses, using his grip on your wrists to tug you onto his cock. You moan, choke on your own saliva from the force, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix for real this time. It renders you stupid, just like Jungkook had called you, chin trembling as your eyes roll backwards. Behind you, Jungkook grunts something deep and raspy. “Fffuck,” he spits, pistoning his hips into your inviting heat. “You were doing so good tonight—“ a particular brutal buck of his hips, a loud moan torn from your lips “—but first those fucking flowers and now this?”
The rhythm of his deep thrusts cut your moans into stuttered little cries, your words broken with every ram of his cock inside of you. Your walls feel worn, every brush sending a tingling shock up your spine. “I- I’m sorry,” you weep, shoulders shaking from your own tears and the rumbling orgasm that’s just about ready to snap. 
Jungkook says nothing, too busy shoving his cock inside of you to grace you with a response. Instead, you’re subjected to his relentless thrusts, sharp gasps from his pretty mouth. “Fuck,” he pants, releasing your wrists after one particular thrusts, your walls clenching around him painfully when he draws his cock out. 
“I can’t,” you sniffle, knees giving out before he can catch you, sadly sinking down onto the plush rug. “Kook, I—”
Jungkook makes a sound, something between a growl and a roar in the back of his throat as he follows behind you, planting two firm hands on the sides of your head to use as leverage to fuck himself in. With your thighs pressed flat together, the squeeze is tighter than ever before, and your eyes roll backwards as he gets to work, walls fluttering from the overstimulation. 
“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” he pants, all games thrown aside as he begins pounding his cock past your folds, deep into your contracting walls, until that tight spring in your stomach gives out and you’re clenching up beneath him, entire body going stiff for one long beat. 
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you weep, thighs quivering as you cream his cock, make his movements so slippery and wet, almost dangerous when he’s going this fast. His name falls from your trembling lips, every nickname and pet name you’ve ever given him mindlessly blubbered through your orgasm. Jungkook pays you no mind, thighs tensing up as he chases his high, short breaths and moans filling the space as he fucks himself into you. Until, finally, a few deep strokes later, he’s coming with a shuddered cry of your name on his tongue, collapsing over you, forehead pressed to your back as he catches his breath. 
“Fuck,” he groans one last time, body going slack very quickly. He slumps down beside you, softening cock slipping out of your tender folds. 
The floor between the coffee table and the couch is dark, the television glow not reaching down here. Even still, the sweat clinging to Jungkook makes him look like a sparkly Twilight vampire, the dip between his pecs collecting the smallest pool of sweat. You can’t stop yourself from running your pointer finger along the skin, over his nipple. His pec jumps deliciously under the attention. “Stop,” Jungkook sighs, catching your wrist in his, pressing his lips to your knuckles in an attempt to distract you. “Or I’ll really get you pregnant next time.”
You push yourself onto your elbows, pinching his doughy cheek. “You won’t,” you tease. Jungkook flicks his hair away from his eyes to level you with a look you’ve never seen before, not a trace of his usual post-sex playfulness to be found. It has you retracting your hand, eyes wide when he doesn’t stand down. Still, you can’t lose. “...No you won’t,” you repeat, quieter, almost unsure. Almost a question. 
Jungkook rolls his eyes, tugging you into his arms. He’s all sweaty and sticky, just like you. He’s lucky he doesn’t have four separate loads of cum— three from you, one from him —sticking between his thighs. “Keep telling yourself that,” he pants, so smoothly. Too smoothly. It makes you clench your thighs, something Jungkook doesn’t miss. “Stop it,” he warns a second time.
“You’re just so dreamy,” you whine, sitting back up to play with his hand. “Like, when you made me squirt?” He chuckles softly, eyes fluttering shut. “Not gonna lie, I thought I saw the answer to the universe for a second.” 
He’s worn out today, more than usual, that he doesn’t bother gracing you with a response. But it had been a long day for Jungkook; from planning an entire date, to the Seokjin debacle, to the crazy hot sex he’d gifted you. It was only reasonable. You reward his efforts with a soft peck against his cheek that makes him smile, a light blush painting his cheeks. “You did good today,” you hum, patting chest comfortingly. 
“Felt like I was in a Viki drama,” he confesses after a moment, has that tiny smile on his face that makes the apples of his cheeks especially round, especially cute. “The kind that have twelve plot lines going on.”
You laugh, snuggling beside him. The rug feels dirty, but so do you so the feeling is cancelled out or whatever. “You’d be the Park Seojoon of any Viki drama,” you tell him, and Jungkook laughs.
That loud and airy one he reserves only for you. 
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epilogue
Namjoon calls Jungkook’s phone a little after eleven, talking your ear off about some date he’d gone on while Jungkook is in the shower. You tell him about what happened with Seokjin and like all respectable college mentors, he just about flips. “You can sue him,” Namjoon hisses, furious for you. Not that you aren’t anymore, but in a weird act of impulsiveness, Jungkook had gone outside and ran the stupid box of flowers over with his car as you watched from the open window of your apartment. It was weirdly cathartic. 
He’s in the shower now, humming the lyrics to one of the songs from Secretary Kim, a song called It’s You by Jeong Sewoon (thank you, Shazam), that makes every inch of your body overflow with adoration when he hits that long note. Anyway, you’re perusing the rest of the streaming service for a movie to watch. Jungkook said you couldn’t watch Train to Busan tonight, something about it ruining the mood. So now you’re debating between a historical romcom or a modern romcom. 
Over the line, Namjoon is doing all the raging for you. “Men are trash,” he huffs one last time, before eventually letting it go. (For now.) “Hey, do you know how to cover up hickeys?” he asks suddenly, just as Jungkook reappears in the living room. His skin is glowing, looking like the hottest man alive. The window is still open, a feeble attempt to air out the smell of sex in the room, and the draft makes Jungkook shiver because his hair is still a little wet. 
“Hickeys?” you repeat, stretching a hand out for him as he rounds the couch. Jungkook takes it, places a soft smooch against your knuckles, close to your promise ring. Your heartbeat stutters just as Namjoon hums. 
“Yeah, this girl,” he says, cutting himself off with a laugh. One you recognize all too well because it’s the same one you let out when you talk about Jungkook to other people. Said boy settles close beside you, leans his cheek against your head when you snuggle into his neck. As soon as he’s there, you lose all rights to the remote, watching as Jungkook completely disregards all your searching just to click back onto Secretary Kim. He had missed a whole episode. “We went a little crazy tonight—“ you gag at the image Namjoon places in your head “—and Doyeon bites kinda hard—“
“Doyeon?” you interrupt, all mental processes coming to an abrupt halt as the name bounces around your mind. Jungkook, having mastered the art of listening in on your phone calls by now, freezes beside you. “You know a Doyeon?” 
“Yeah!” Namjoon says excitedly as you sit up. Jungkook meets your gaze, big Bambi eyes giving the performance of a lifetime, and gives your this overly innocent shrug of his shoulders that tells you more about what he does know than what he doesn’t. “Kim Doyeon. She went to your school— actually, she graduated with you and Kook.”
The world comes to a complete stop as you glare at Jungkook, his panicked features cueing you in to the fact he was aware of this, as you’d suspected. “Namjoon,” you say slowly, fist tightening around Jungkook’s phone. “Are you aware you’re fucking my best friend?” 
There’s a long silence on the other end, Namjoon presumably processing the information while Jungkook tries to calm the boiling anger within you. “He didn’t know,” Jungkook whispers, big pretty eyes on you as he tries to save Namjoon from you. 
All his efforts are in vain when Namjoon clears his throat and so eloquently says, “and you’re fucking my best friend?”
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epi-epilogue
The Best Buy employee doesn’t ask questions when you and Jungkook go in to get your cracked phone screens repaired. He does, however, give Jungkook an over-exuberant sales pitch on a brand new line of computer monitors that are almost as big as the television at your house. 
You try to save him from the dangerous hands of capitalism, but the Hello Kitty bandaids decorating your neck are itchy, the skin still so tender, so sometimes it’s wiser to let him waste his money than argue otherwise. 
“Good girl,” Jungkook says as he swings your arms back and forth on your walk to the car, impressed by the fact you didn’t argue with him in a Best Buy today. “My perceptions and understanding of you in my life make me happy,” he beams, too smiley as he unlocks the doors. 
“Shut up,” you glare, painfully tearing the stupid bandaids off your neck as soon as you get in, brandishing the blossoming hickeys Jungkook had so graciously given you last night. At the sight, he bites down a smile. “You’re about to perceive and understand these fists.” 
And Jungkook smiles— he always smiles —as he leans over the center console to press his mouth against the darkened skin at the front of your neck, mindlessly rubbing his thumb over your promise ring. “Perceive this love,” he says, so cheesy it makes you gag. 
“Goddd,” you groan, pushing him away before he can see the smile on your face. “Someone get this man a Viki deal.”
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v-hope · 2 years ago
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Break up prank gone wrong
Pairings: Min Yoongi / Kim Taehyung / Jeon Jeongguk x Reader
Genre: Fluff, crack, slight angst ig
Request: "Can you do jungkook , Taehyung and Yoongi When they pranked y/n they should break up , and the prank goes wrong 😂 something similar thank u ♥️"
A/N: Idk if this is what you had in mind but I hope you like it! 💕
Update: You can find Jin, Hobi, Joon and Jimin's part in my masterlist.
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Min Yoongi
“She would freak out if I ever told her that” Yoongi said with his eyebrows furrowed.
After having been getting ready for over half an hour to go on stage, the seven of them had grown quite bored, which is why they were currently playing a game of dares.
Yoongi's dare? Telling you, his long term girlfriend who was waiting for him on the couch by the other side of the room, that he wanted to break up.
Now, he refused to do it at first, but when his members started to tease him about how whipped he was for you… he felt the need to prove them wrong. He could do just one little thing that would slightly upset you, right? It wasn't like he would break your heart and, on the brightside, he would try to fight against his pretty obvious soft spot for you.
“Um… Y/N?” he mumbled nervously as he reached your side.
Your eyes went instantly from your phone to him, letting him know you were listening.
Giving a quick glance back to his six-people-audience, he bit his lip before looking back to you. “I want to break up”.
Honestly, was he even trying?
“No” you simply stated, going back to focus on your phone.
Yoongi frowned – already hearing his friends' laughs from behind.
“What do you mean ‘no’?” he questioned. “I'm telling you I want to break up with you”.
“And I'm telling you we won't”.
His jaw fell, allowing you to know just how indignated he was. Anyway, it was not like he had actually wanted to break up with you, so what was even the point on keep the prank going?
“O-okay then…” he scratched the back of his ear, looking back to the boys in disbelief.
“She definitely freaked out, hyung” Jeongguk chuckled as soon as Yoongi was back to their side.
“Next thing you know, you're never able to get rid of her and end up getting married”.
Jimin's words made Yoongi smile shyly as he shook his head – that idea not bothering him in the slightest.
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Kim Taehyung
“I feel like this isn't working… it would be best if we broke up”.
Now, any other time, your heart would have dropped because of the words that had just abandoned your boyfriend's mouth. The look on his face was just so sincere, so convincing, you would have fallen for it in a heartbeat…
If it weren't for Hoseok and his huge mouth, that had blurted out the prank Taehyung was planning to pull on you.
So instead of being hurt, freaking out even because of a possible break up with the person you loved the most, you decided to react by letting out a sigh of relief.
“Oh, thank God” your hand went to your chest, showing him the weight that had just been lifted from off your shoulders.
Taehyung stared at you blankly – his mouth falling slightly open. What was happening?
“I've wanted to break up with you for a while now but I couldn't bring myself to do it” you laughed lightly.
Funny how it was his heart the one dropping now.
The lost puppy eyes he stared at you with almost made you drop your act right there and then.
“You're kidding, right?” he mumbled.
You shook your head no. “We’re good though, right? We can still be friends” you smiled sweetly.
Taehyung remained silent for a few seconds, feeling his heart go uneasy. This could not be real.
“I was just joking...” he admitted, sounding almost broken.
“Oh...” you shifted in your place, “well, then this is really awkward because I was not...”
“Y/N, this isn't funny”.
That was it for you.
“But you pulling this kind of prank on me is?” you raised one of your eyebrows.
And then it hit him. A prank. You were just pranking him back.
“Oh, thank God” he repeated your previous words, grabbing your hand and pulling you into his embrace before you could storm out.
Never again in his life would he try to mess with you.
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Jeon Jeongguk
“IU looked so cute today” you heard Jeongguk gush about her for the third time during your ride back home from the Awards Show you had just been at.
You nodded once again, because… fuck off, she did, and you had no problem accepting that.
“I mean, she just… ugh” he threw his head back, resting it on the backseat.
You giggled at his fanboy ways. However, your amusement was soon erased the second he looked seriously at you, taking in your every faction before saying:
“Okay, I know this is very sudden and shitty, but I want to break up”.
Your eyes immediately moved from the window to lock with his.
“Excuse me?” you cocked one of your eyebrows.
“I want to have my shot with her. Did you see the way she was looking at me today?”
A look into his eyes was all you needed to know he was not being serious. Come on, he loved you and would never do such thing to you.
But two could play this game.
And you were such a fangirl yourself for one of the idols that had attended the event that evening – one you had actually had the pleasure to meet that night, which is why…
“And you couldn't have told me that two hours ago when I was talking to Jaehyun?” you scolded him. This time you were the one throwing your head back in feigned frustration.
Jeongguk stared at you like both his mind and heart had just stopped functioning.
“What?”
You turned your head in his direction, giving him a grin that let him know you were joking, too.
“Ah, baby” he whined, resting his head on your shoulder, “don't do this to me”.
“I'm just saying” you begun, softly playing with his hair, “I think you could go get IU and I could do the same with Jae”.
You did not just–
“And I think you won't be allowed anywhere near Jae anymore”.
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taetaesbaebaepsae · 2 years ago
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A Happy Accident
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Summary: You accidentally send nudes meant for your friend with benefits Hoseok to Jungkook.
Teaser : in which the nudes are sent accidentally
Warnings: HOO BOY OK, sub!Jungkook (but not really just read it trust me), bondage, so much teasing, 69 (kinda), unprotected sex (wrap up the dong kiddos)
Word Count: 2312 (THIS IS A LOT I AM SWEATING SO MUCH I FEEL SOME TYPE OF WAY ABOUT KOOKIE LATELY)
It takes a full week of you avoiding Jungkook before you feel like a human being again. He was so sweet about it and said he would delete them immediately but you were absolutely mortified.
You end up slightly tipsy at a house party and Hoseok passes out after three beers so you're hanging out in the kitchen with Taehyung and Jimin.
You'd said hello to Jungkook when you came in and he'd given you a smile and a nod and your cheeks didn't catch on fire, so that was a plus. He was being a little quiet, but that wasn't unusual, so you weren't too worried.
It's late when you finally go to bed in the guestroom, but you're wired and wondering if you can rouse Hoseok for a little fooling around when there's a soft knock at the door.
You head towards it, not even thinking, figuring it's Jimin trying to borrow a condom or Taehyung asking if you wanna get Taco Bell but then you hear a soft, "Noona?" and your heart leaps into your throat.
Fuck fuck fuck, your head is screaming, but you open the door.
"Can I talk to you?"
Of course you say yes, how can you say no when he's looking at you with those big brown doe eyes and wringing his hands.
You let him in and he immediately sits down on the bed and he's not looking at you.
You push down your embarrassment because he looks worried.
"Kookie?" You call softly. "Is everything okay?"
"Yes. No." He takes a deep breath and looks up at you. "I need to ask you something."
"Okay?" He looks so serious, and you're a little concerned.
"You're dating Hobi-hyung, right?"
You scoff a little, but he's still looking at you so intently that you clear your throat and try to explain. "I wouldn't call it dating....more like...just having fun, Kook. We're just friends who fool around."
You were telling the truth. You and Hoseok had talked about this several times, and neither of you had feelings like that, it was all just fun and physical.
Kookie sits still a minute, and then looks away before asking in a low calm voice, "Are we friends, noona?"
You swallow, having no idea where this is going. "Of course we are."
"So...did you really send me those pictures on accident? Or...do you want to have fun with me, too?"
He looks at you again, eyes still big but there's this smirk spreading across his face and where the hell is this coming from? His cheeks are still flushed and you feel somehow weak in the knees suddenly.
You can't help but laugh a little, nervously. "Kook, are you drunk?"
He frowns, eyes flashing a little. "Don't laugh at me, noona. I'm serious."
"Of course I didn't send them on purpose, I wouldn't do that....what....why are you asking me this?" You're babbling, almost incoherent because your heart is speeding up and you don't even know why.
He flushes a little again and you almost want to sigh in relief because that feels more familiar, and for a minute there...
"I deleted them just like you said, noona, but it's been a week and I still see them every time I close my eyes...I can't stop thinking about them, and..."
He looks up at you again and there's something almost predatory in his gaze and you feel this shiver down your spine.
You don't know if it's the alcohol or the self imposed sex deprivation of the last week but you find yourself taking a step closer. "And what?"
He's turning an alarming shade of red now but he doesn't look away, tilting his chin up almost defiantly.
"And it makes me so hard, noona."
You feel a pang of arousal in your lower belly and you don't even know what you're going to do until you do it, stepping closer and putting your hand in the hair at the nape of his neck and tugging gently.
"Is that right?"
A low, surprised moan comes from his throat. "Yes. Yes, noona, I want you so bad. I'll be so good for you, I swear, I'll make you feel so good."
There's something almost desperate in his voice and it makes heat pool between your legs.
He's still got his hands by his sides, chin tilted up gazing up at you like you're some kind of goddess and you make a snap decision. You are friends, and fun is fun, right?
"Will you wait here for me for a moment, Kookie?"
He nods, exhaling through his nostrils, eyes still locked on yours, and you rush from the room to sneak into Hoseok's room.
He's snoring softly and you tiptoe to the bottom drawer which he calls the "fun drawer" and you make a note to slip them back in the drawer before he wakes up because God knows he'll have a brain aneurysm laughing if he figures it out.
You manage to acquire the items you were looking for and keep them behind your back when you get back to the room.
Jungkook is leaning back against the headboard, now, and you can't help but notice how wide his shoulders are against it.
"I'll make a deal with you, Jungkook."
He just looks at you expectantly.
"I'll have fun with you....let you see everything in those pictures and more...on one condition."
His tongue darts out to wet his lips and he leans forward, already nodding.
You give him a wicked smile and bring out the black restraints behind your back.
His eyes widen. "Noona, you want me to tie you up?"
You think about it for a moment but then shake your head. "No, Kookie. I want to tie you up."
Jungkook frowns a little, so you decide the only way to make this happen is to make it happen as it were.
You’re already only wearing Hoseok’s hoodie and your panties, so you tug it off and his sharp intake of breath makes you smirk before you even have it over your head.
“Oh, noona,” He breathes, “you’re so beautiful.” 
It’s so sweet it makes your heart ache a little so you crawl up the bed toward him and start unbuttoning his shirt, slow, and he’s breathing hard already and god, this was going to be so much fun.
He’s just watching you with those big eyes, keeping his arms by his sides but when you lean in closer to push his shirt off his shoulders and your breasts come closer to his face he grabs it and pops your nipple into his mouth.
You let out a surprisingly loud moan as he sucks hard, but you manage to grab his wrists.
He lets you pin his arms above his head, smiling at you a little, and you know he could easily overpower you but he won’t, won’t want to miss the chance and you know that, too.
You’re straddling his stomach and good God, has he been working out more than you realized? He’s so tight everywhere, shoulders seeming ridiculously broad and you realize he’ll never seem like a kid to you again. You bind his wrists with the restraints, simple leather cuffs, but you’ve had them on you before, and they’re pretty strong.
“Noona, are you going to have your way with me?” He asks, and the teasing tone in his voice makes your skin feel like it’s on fire.
“When did you get like this, Kookie?” You ask bewilderingly.
He just smirks again. “Maybe I’ve always been like this. I’m not a kid anymore, you know.”
“Hmm,” you murmur, and scoot back to straddle his thighs, turning your eyes to the obvious bulge in his jeans, and you unbutton them and free him from them and try to keep your face neutral.
He’s got such a pretty cock, bouncing eagerly against his lower stomach, and he groans a little. 
Instead of taking him in your hand you rock your hips forward, wanting friction yourself and also wanting to tease him, the damp cotton of your panties sliding against his length and he bucks his hips up, hissing through his teeth.
You look down at him and his eyes are darting between your breasts and your pussy against him and he’s got his jaw clenched hard, straining a bit against the cuffs.
“You’re so eager for me, Kookie.” You tease, rocking forward again, slow, bracing your hands on his chest and feeling powerful and sexy.
His eyes shoot to yours, glazed with lust. “Noona, please.”
“Please what?” You coo, smirking down at him.
“Take off your panties. Let me touch you. Let me taste you, please, please...”
“You’re not supposed to tell me what to do, Kook. That’s not how this works.” You scold, but his pleading has you soaking your panties even more.
You stand to slide off your underwear and since he’s half reclined on your headboard, still, you straddle him backwards, backing yourself up toward him and the way his tip of his tongue eagerly seeks at your folds before you’re even in position has you choking out a moan. He bucks his hips again and his cock hits your cheek and so you finally touch it, circle him with one hand and he moans against you, shaking his head to get in the right position.
He sucks your clit into his mouth and your hand tightens instinctively around him and he just keeps moaning against you, over and over, and before he’s even done much you’re about to come, but you can’t let go of the idea of him begging, his pleading eyes, clenched, desperate jaw, so you don’t pump your fist, don’t allow him any release, even when you come, rolling your hips against his face and letting out little cries of pleasure.
You flip around almost instantly and he makes a whining sound, as if he wants to keep tasting you and God, is this really Kookie? Sweet, shy Kookie who was always so proud when you told him he looked handsome, blushing and looking away?
You guide him to your entrance and he bucks so hard off the bed it makes you bounce, but you manage to avoid letting him inside you entirely and fit just the head of his cock inside you, rocking back and forth just a bit.
He’s been quiet, you realize, hasn’t said any actual words in a while, so you look up to his face and he’s staring at you with what almost looks like anger.
“You’re teasing me too much, noona,” he whines, but it’s really not so much a whine as a...statement, and it makes your cunt pulse to hear.
“What’s wrong, Kookie? Do you want to touch my tits? You want to be inside me?”
He huffs out an impatient breath and strains once against the restraints, and you don’t realize that he’s testing their strength until you hear the rip as he flexes his forearms and biceps and rips the strap right down the middle, and your mouth falls open in surprise and you don’t know if you’ve ever even been this wet.
Jungkook puts his hands on your ass immediately, rocking you against him hard, and then he flips you over before you can even get over the shock of him breaking the restraints, muttering apologies.
“I’m sorry, noona, I’m so sorry, I’ll replace them I just...I need you so bad.”
He reaches down between you to guide himself into you and rams into you, burying himself to the hilt, and you cry out his name and his eyes snap to yours.
It’s now that you realize that you haven’t even kissed him, all this time, and your face is flooding with blood as he looks down at you, and his cock is inside you so why are you blushing because he might kiss you?
He leans down and puts his mouth on yours, and it’s soft and sweet and completely different than how he’s stretching your cunt, rocking his hips into you slowly.
“Oh, noona, you feel so good,” he moans, pulling away and burying his face into your neck as he starts to pump his hips.
He’s still babbling apologies, leaving soft, open mouth kisses along your throat and jaw.
“I’m sorry, I can’t stop, you’re so fucking beautiful, you know that? You’re so wonderful, noona, I’m so lucky you sent me those pictures.”
You’re speechless because he’s fucking you so hard your headboard is banging you against the wall and how is he so fucking good at this?
You’re reaching a second orgasm before you know it, letting out a stream of incoherent curses.
He leans up and looks down at your face when you start to come, eyes widening. “Noona, you’re pulsing around me, oh fuck you feel so tight, can I...”
You manage a nod, your throat dry, and he throws his head back and spills inside you, moaning out your name for once instead of noona, and he drops on his forearms and takes your face in his hands to kiss you hard.
“Jungkook, if I had known you were this good in bed, I would’ve sent you nudes on purpose,” you pant when he rolls off you, and he chuckles low in his throat.
He’s so sweet after, all cuddly and murmuring praises into your ear, thanking you over and over, and you fall asleep before you mean to.
You wake up when Hobi bursts into the guest room.
“Y/n, do you know where-”
You bolt upright in bed and he yells when he sees a male arm hanging off the bed and a broken leather cuff danging from it.
“YOU BROKE MY FAVORITE CUFFS!”
You groan, knowing you’ll never hear the end of this, as long as you live, but....it was worth it.
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v-hope · a year ago
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Sprout
Pairing: Jeon Jeongguk x Reader
Genre: Fluff, Dad!Jeongguk, Husband!Jeongguk, crack maybe?
Word Count: 1.2k
Summary: After a nice evening out with your friends, you find yourself coming home to your sleeping toddler and the new hairstyle she had tried on your husband.
A/N: I came up with this idea for a smol drabble the first time I saw that clip of Guk during BV4, but I was too lazy to write it. I came across said clip again tonight and well... enjoy?
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Having left your two year old with your husband for the entire evening so you could hang out for a bit with your friends you hadn’t seen in forever, you were expecting to come back home to an actual mess being made out of it; knowing well enough how much fun those two used to have together as Jeongguk would comply to anything his little girl wanted to do.
What you got instead, was the sight of the living room being as tidy as it was when you had left earlier that day —if not more—, with the exception of a couple of pencils being spread out on the floor next to a colouring book, right in front of the television and the cartoons it was quietly displaying.
You couldn’t help but smile to yourself at the view, mentally face-palming yourself at the realisation that, after all these years, you should know better by now — Jeon Jeongguk was one hell of an organized person. Something you were grateful hadn’t gone away after getting married, like you were well aware had happened to one or two of your friends.
“Jeongguk-ah! I’m home!” you announced as you closed the door behind you.
“Hey! Coming!” he replied immediately, causing your head to snap towards the kitchen, where it had came from.
“Where’s Misun-ie?” you wondered, taking off your jacket and then hanging it near the door as your eyes searched for your nowhere to be found daughter.
“Upstairs. I just put her to sleep” Jeongguk informed you from the other room still, receiving a silent nod from you as you felt both his voice and steps get closer when he asked: “Did you have a good time with your friends?”
“We had!” you answered cheerfully. “We w—”
Your words got caught in your throat as soon as you got a glimpse of your husband — your previous beaming smile turning into a very amused one in a heartbeat at the sight of the messy vertical ponytail adorning the very top of his head; not being able to contain a giggle when he took step after step towards you and did not seem to get a hint at what on earth did you find so funny right there.
“Well, hey there, you beautiful sprout of mine” you said in an attempted seductive voice; one he knew well enough was not the one you used whenever you were turned on, but whenever you wanted to mock him instead.
Scoffing as he couldn’t help but obliviously smile himself at your playful mood, he gently grabbed your wrists after you had thrown your arms over his shoulders to wrap them around his neck. “It’s called a spouse, you idiot”.
A small laugh escaped your mouth as you shook your head no. “I’m pretty sure this,” you pointed out, moving one of your hands towards his hair so you could softly pull at his ponytail. “Is called a sprout, you dumbass”.
Now, if you had laughed at the sight of him and his new hairstyle one minute ago, the second realisation hit his eyes and a loud gasp escaped his mouth, you had no choice but find yourself being caught in the middle of a laughing fit.
“Aish, you brat” he called you out, unconsciously palming his hair. “Sun-ie wouldn’t let me do her hair if I didn’t let her do mine, so…”
Tilting his head without really bothering to finish his explanation, he made his way towards the small mirror hanging on the hallway’s wall while you and your laugh followed hot on his heels.
“So this is why the delivery guy wouldn’t stop staring at my face” he huffed.
“Can’t blame him” you nodded your head understandingly.
“And here I was thinking he thought I was attractive” a defeated sigh abandoned his mouth; turning around with his sprout-like hair yet to be undone.
“Should I be jealous?” you questioned with a raised eyebrow, receiving a glare from him that only made you let a small giggle out. “You do look so, so cute right now, Jeongguk-ah”.
He let out a loud whine, throwing his head slightly back before he took a step closer to you and let his forehead fall to your shoulder — allowing himself to sulk in his own embarrassment as you tightly wrapped your arms around him.
“I can’t believe my own baby did this to me” he spoke in a pout; his voice coming out muffled as he buried his face deeper in the crook of your neck.
“Well, she is chaotic just like her dad” you pointed out. “It’s all on you, Jeon”.
He snorted at your remark on his personality, later shaking his head and whining once more as another thought invaded his mind.
“What is it?” you wondered, placing your hands on his chest so you could pull him slightly away and have him look you in the eye.
Jeongguk laughed under his breath. “It’s just funny, how ever since we got married and started trying for a baby I would think of myself being one of those cool dads” he chuckled, causing you to raise one of your eyebrows for him to elaborate. “You know, those who are all like… well composed and their kids look up to, and respect” his eyes went up as if trying to get a glimpse of the wild brown locks coming out of the ponytail on his head. “Yet here I am with our child making a sprout out of me”.
This time, it was your turn to chuckle; wasting no time to cup his face in your hands and plant a lingering kiss to one of his cheeks — loving the way his eyes were staring ever so lovingly into yours once you pulled away. “I’m pretty sure she would rather have this one very cool dad who lets her play with his hair and is willing to look ridiculous just to make her happy instead”.
Jeongguk laughed lightly at your last remark, placing his hands on your hips to pull you closer. “You think so?”
“Oh, I know so” you reassured him, placing your arms once again around his neck.
“And what about you?” he asked.
“Huh?”
At your confusion, he smiled — leaning in just enough for his lips to faintly brush on yours. “Wouldn’t you rather have a husband who wasn’t a dumbass like me?”
His smile only turned bigger at the sound of your laugh, having your arms tighten around his neck. “I married an idiot and I both expect and want nothing but an idiot” your words earned a blissful chuckle on his end. “Not like you have ever disappointed though”.
Rolling his eyes at the way you had reached one of your hands up to mess his hair a little bit more, he pinched both your sides in a playful manner. “I may be an idiot, but you’re the one who ended up marrying me, so who’s the real idiot here”.
You moved your head from side to side in complete amusement, finally closing the space between your mouths for a brief second. “We’ve always been a couple of idiots,” you reminded him. “Sun-ie is the only hope for this family”.
Letting out an over dramatic sigh, he brought his fingers up to hover over his forehead — slightly lowering his head as he lamented: “She has our genes, babe. That can’t be good”.
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hollyhomburg · 2 years ago
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Bts Hybrid Masterlist
Angst Ⓐ 
Fluff  ☁ Smut  ❤
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Scenario: BTS AS HYBRIDS ☁
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DON’T CARE IF IT HURTS ❤ Ⓐ ☁
↳  (Mafia au) (Hybrid Au)
↳ (Completed ✔✔✔)
↳ Summary: After a rival gang makes an attempt on your life, Your older brother Namjoon (the leader of Seoul’s largest gang) gets you a guard hybrid; Park Jimin, The champion of Seoul’s underground hybrid fighting scene.
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SUGARY SWEET Ⓐ ☁
↳ (Hybrid Au) (Writer au) 
↳  Pairing: Bunny Hybrid! Reader x Tiger Hybrid! Tae