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ahundredtimesover · a day ago
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September - November 2021 Reads
Hi, it’s been a while! I went on a little break and things got a bit crazy but here are my September - November reblogs of JK fics (x f. reader). Please note the angst, fluff, and smut descriptions. Much love to the authors (reblog, comment, but please be kind) and to our sexy, handsome, and adorable bun jk 🐰
*’read for’ are guides for me!
Sugarplum elegy by @bymoonchild (a, f, s) - fwb au, college au (read for a well-written fic with great smut, character dynamics, and gentle and caring jk)
Keep your seatbelts fastened by @joyfulhopelox (s) - strangers au (read for sexual tension and hot smut)
Personal space by @gguksgalaxy (f) - best friends au (read for something short and sweet and a bed sharing moment)
Caught by @parkdatjimin (f) - roommates au (read for something light, heartwarming, and wholesome with funny and awkward moments)
Fight for you + Epilogue by me (a, f, s) - bodyguard au
Bonus by @minyfic (s) - workmates au (read for flirty and sexy jk with hot smut)
Lonely hearts club by @dovechim (s) - friends au (read for annoyingly cocky but whipped jk, hot smut and fun banter)
Put a spell on you by @ggukseoulcafe (f) - royalty au, knight jk (read for something short and sweet and a whipped jk)
An endless summer by @seoulnotes (f) - strangers au (read for cute moments during a Eurotrip with a light and chill vibe and charming and rich jk)
Mugs and kisses by @sunshinerainbowsbts (f) - strangers au (read for absolute fluff to get you in the holiday spirit and something to make you smile, with shy and thoughtful jk)
Fetish for blood by @jjungkookislife (s) - fantasy au, vampire jk (read for charming jk, hot smut, and charming and playful characters)
How to get away with kidnapping by @parkdatjimin (f) - brother’s best friend (read for protective and dependable jk and a little playful but comforting MC dynamics)
Paralian pt. 1, pt. 2 by @kpopfanfictrash (a, s) - fantasy au (read for great worldbuilding and storytelling, themes of family, politics, and morality, great characterizations and ensemble)
Lunar violence by @taetaesbaebaepsae (a, f, s) - fantasy au, werewolf jk (read for a good ensemble of werewolf ot7 in a rockband, good storyline, and hot and sexy moments)
Sanctuary + When night falls I am your escape + ‘Cause I’ve been aimin’ for heaven above by @bangtaninink (f, s) - fwb au (read for something light and fun with captivating characters,and fun and sexy and unproblematic dynamics)
 Something wicked comes this way comes by @softyoongiionly (a, f, s) - boyfriend jk (read for fun and loving characters, good buildup and details, and a creative and emotional way of discussing a difficult topic) 
A (small) step forward by @lavienjin (a, f, s) - husband jk (read for a nice, quick read with a good mix of angst, fluff, smut)
I gotta make sure you get home safe by @taetaespeaches (f) - roommates au (read for a quick read of all kinds of sweet, tender, domestic, intimate, and playful moments written so well)
Queen of Ice by @readyplayerhobi (a, f, s) - royalty au, fantasy au, bodyguard jk (read for great magical and royalty setting, pining and tension, and interesting characters)
 Pub golf by @taleasnewastime (f, s) - strangers au (read for a fun ensemble and banter and hot jk and sexual tension)
Papillon by @satnin-darling (a) - exes au (read for well-written pain and heartbreak all throughout) 
Should I go play the lottery too? by @jungkooks-kookiee (f) - boyfriend jk (read for something quick, soft, and a pick-me-up read)
The ebb and flow by @xbaepsae (f) - fantasy au, Percy Jackson au, demigods au (read for a fun rivalry and loveable MCs and side characters)
Benny by @hamsterclaw (a, f, s) - workmates au, hospital au (read for hot smut, flirty JK, NJ, and YG, a refreshing OC, and funny and soft moments)
Tempter (the twilight creature) by @themfchase (a, f) - fantasy au (read for good imagery and metaphors, a beautifully painful love story, and captivating MCs)
Home by @moon-write (f) - childhood best friends au (read for something sweet, soft, and very comforting)
Violet hair and lip rings by @hazytaezy - neighbors au (read for something fun, mutual pining, and MCs’ quirks and chemistry) 
Stardust by @emoboijk (f) - soulmates au (read for soulmates’ physical torment when apart then how it falls together when they meet, and good descriptive writing)
Snowballing: A holiday story by @sintatae (f) - workmates au (read for something soft and fluffy with a romantic feel)
With other members:
‘How members feel like’: Seokjin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Namjoon, Jimin, Taehyung, Jungkook by @darlingjoon (f) - (read for the heartwarming and accurate way each member is described and the poetic way it was done)
The dis-ease files by @triviafics (a, f) - workmates au, hospital au (read for short, sometimes heartbreaking but comforting reads of members as surgeons and tender, emotional moments that will make you cry and smile and be introspective about life)
  (monthly reads masterpost)      
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jjiimin · 2 days ago
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—drabble, 4.0k words, fluff, a little explicit, dedicated to @faithdmrn thank you for always leaving me nice messages and for supporting my fics, i hope you love this 💜
People who claim not to be procrastinators in university are liars. Plain and simple.
Like a thief when he's found or a cheater when she's caught, those who lie and openly state that all their class work gets done before the due date are only kidding themselves. Everyone knows the real truth—all students leave their work until the very last minute.
In your day-to-day life, procrastination is a common practice.
Dishes need to be done? In a few hours sounds like a good time to do them.
Laundry needs to be folded and hung? Tomorrow sounds alright.
Final project of the term worth half your grade? Hey, the first part is due on Monday, and today's only Friday. You've got plenty of time!
Except, you don't. Because this particular project requires months of advance planning and the assistance of another person.
This is where your nervous, socially inept mind decides to text your crush, a boy you're kind-of sort-of friends with, on Friday evening and begs him to help you out.
YN: hey, are you busy tonight?
JM: hey! not really. was gonna head out to corner pub for drinks. wbu?
YN: uhh lucky. i can't drink tonight. too much work.
JM: big test?
YN: project. it's due on monday and i haven't even started TT
JM: do you need any help? you're studying fashion and marketing, right?
YN: yes!! i can't believe you remember lol
JM: of course i remember. it's one of the first things you ever said to me :)
The flutter of your heart forces your hand up to your chest. The boy on the other end of the texts has no idea what he does to you with his simple words. The fact that he recalls such tiny details about your life is insane. Granted, what you're studying isn't exactly miniscule information, but when everyone is drunk at a party, the last thing you expect is the guy you made out with to remember what you said before his tongue slipped down your throat.
That party was over two months ago and you have been unsuccessful in shaking off your feelings for the guy. And it's not like you haven't tried because of course you have. The moment you sobered up enough to realize what a gorgeous man he was and your insecurities hit you like a fucking brick, you high-tailed it out of that party and pretended like the night never happened. The back-then stranger was quick to follow suit when he caught up with you the next day before your first class (the fact that you brushed it off when he brought it up totally has nothing to do with that).
Now, he's just another guy in the sea of men entering and exiting your life during your university years. Maybe years from now, you'll be telling your office friends about the hottie you kissed at Happy Hour.
Although, for now, you need said hottie to save you from your past self's dire mistake.
YN: thank you for remembering. and also... i do need some help... :(
JM: text me your address. i'll be there in 20.
As far as you know, your mutual friends claim Jimin is bad with time. Very bad with time. So after you read his text, you plopped down on the sofa to lotion your legs only to hear the doorbell go off ten minutes later.
Brows crinkling, you glance at your phone to make sure you didn't order food again without realizing it. The screen lights up with a single text from your sister asking you about a dress she needs to borrow from your closet. (It's funny that she texts you to ask when you know she does what she wants regardless.)
Sure enough, when the door creaks open, Jimin stands in the entryway in all his glory. His raven black hair is tucked neatly under a beanie which he takes off the moment he sees you. Thick tresses wave out onto his forehead, surely obscuring his vision, and just like earlier, your heart launches into a sprint. A valiant sprint meant to end your life.
"That was fast," you blurt out, making the boy chuckle.
He steps forward. "Can I come in? It's kinda cold out here."
"Oh, sorry! Yes, please! Come in!" Calm down, YN. Oh my God. With lovestruck eyes, you gawk at him as he removes his shoes by the door and pads his socked feet into your living space. "Thank you for coming," your dry mouth finally manages to relay. Jimin smiles at you from where he's standing, a little awkward and unsure by the sofa. "I promise I won't take up your whole time. I just need your measurements."
"Measurements?" Right. You need to be clearer than that. "For the project. I promise I'm not a creep." Says the girl who sounds creep as fuck right now. A cloud of embarassment washes over you. "I need to design an original outfit and submit it for review on Monday. That's why I need your measurements."
Jimin runs a hand through his hair and grins. "Well, I'm happy to help. Let me know what you want me to do."
"Take off your clothes." The words jump out of your mouth faster than you can catch them. Eyes bugging, you swallow around the lump in your throat and frantically throw your arms out. "No! I'm sorry! I just mean you need to strip so I can measure your--" YN, what the fuck. "I'm so sorry, please keep you clothes on. I didn't mean any of what I just insinuated."
Jimin laughs again but you don't know if it's because he finds this situation amusing or if he's feeling as awkward as you are. Once again, you have managed to make a fool out of yourself in front of a man you find attractive. Great. Hundred points to Gryffindor.
He studies you for a minute, visibly concerned by the way your shoulders are pulled into a tight knot. "I came here to help you so whatever you need, I'm here." His benevolent response should soothe you except it doesn't. In fact, it does the opposite because it sends barrels of inappropriate thoughts about ways he could help you shooting through your mind. Because of course, of course, you don't already have enough of those swimming around.
Jimin takes a look around the room. "Is it okay if I take off my clothes here?"
Though your cheeks are hot, you find the courage to push through the mess you have created. "Please don't take off your clothes. I'm an idiot. What you're wearing is fine." From the back of your shorts pocket, you produce a white tape measure. The ribbon of cloth sits cooly in your palm as you walk towards him.
He continues smiling as you approach him and it reminds you of how much he smiled that night you kissed. How good it felt to be able to kiss that smile and what it felt like to taste him on your tongue.
It's so stupid, you know that, to be thinking about a single night months ago when so many more have passed by since. So many more nights when he has kissed other girls and touched parts of their bodies where you can only dream about being touched.
Jimin waits for you to give the orders as you approach. Though, a question nagging him in the back of his neck does force him to pose it after a short while. "Hey, I was just wondering..." he slows his words as you quietly unwind the tape measure. "Do you remember the night we met?"
The question stops you. A million emotions rush through your body at once, but you ignore them for the only one which bounces to life. Hope. "A little... it was a while ago, so the details are a bit hazy." Except they're not. Everything is clear as day.
Jimin chuckles, then rubs the back of his neck. "Right... um, that makes sense. So you don't remember that we..."
"I do," you whisper, and almost miss the way his face changes as a result. "It's okay. I don't expect anything. We were both drunk."
Jimin is quiet. By extension, you are, too. The two of you don't know what to say to each other.
When the silence begins to suffocate, you clear your throat and hold up the tape measure. "So I'm going to take your measurements. After that, I'm going to create an outfit in your size and submit that for my final grade." Jimin nods. His eyes are a little muddled, but you chalk that up to him unnerved by what you said earlier. It's surprising he's still here at all. "I would need you to model it when it's done, but no more than ten photographs max. And I'll pay you. Whatever you want."
"Friends don't pay friends for their help," he says. "I'm happy just to be here for you."
"Thank you."
When you look at Jimin, you will yourself not to burst into a thousand flames. There are so many things you wish you could say to him but there are also many things you can't say to him. The truth of that matter is that that night, you made out with a stranger at a party and he turned out to be a really good-looking, kind, and attentive guy, and you ran away. After kissing him for what felt like hours, you woke up from the dream and ran before he could tell you he regrets it. Because that would have ruined the dream and you have very few good dreams to begin with.
"Can you hold out your arm?" Jimin does as you ask. Quietly, almost as quiet as a mouse barring your hefty breaths stemming from nervousness, you lay the tape measure over the expanse of his arm. Two months ago, this arm was a bit lanky. Today, the same arm has bulked up and it frightens you to think about what other parts of him have changed as a result.
Jimin laughs as you stick the tape measure between your teeth while you type away the measurements on your Notes app. He reaches out to jiggle the tape. "You could have asked me to hold it, you know?"
His eyes are alight with laughter, and it's contagious because in the next second, you are laughing too, and the tape measure slips from your mouth and drifts to the floor. At the same time, you and Jimin bend down to catch it and bump your heads together.
"Ouch!"
"Ow!"
His smile is big and heartbreakingly beautiful. "I think I just lost a few brain cells."
"I'm running on empty, so that head bump might just get me kicked out of school," you joke, finally feeling some of the earlier tension flush away. The part of your character which is usually jovial and tame begins to surface. "Are you okay? I didn't hit you too hard, did I?"
"Nothing I can't handle."
For the next few minutes, Jimin finds himself cracking jokes while you note his measurements and you find yourself laughing at all of them. He's a funny guy, and everything he says is humorous. It's easy to laugh with him. Especially when you can tell he's trying his best not to make things uncomfortable for you. It's like he can read your unease and wants to do everything in his power from lulling you into a cautious state.
His memory remembers you as a fun, enthusiastic girl who locked eyes with him that night two months ago and kissed him like he was a king. That night made him feel like he was one. Until you ran away and later brushed off the ordeal as a drunken mistake. Jimin has never admit it to you but it hurts. It hurts that what he recalls as one of his best nights means next to nothing to the one he spent it with.
But now he's here and you're touching him and fuck, if it's not simultaneously the best and worst thing which has ever happened to him.
Jimin arches a brow as your tape measure extends over his broad chest. He holds his breath, hoping you'll look up just this once, but you don't. The entirety of your attention is on getting the measurements right.
His chest is as muscular as his arms are, and it's killing you. Every time you try to measure him, your shaky fingers drop the tape or your vision grows so hazy that you cannot think straight. What's even worse is the fact that you have to hold your breath from his scent. His clean, manly scent which is causing all sorts of limbos inside your womanhood.
"I need to measure your legs so..."
Jimin takes that to mean that he needs to stand with his legs apart. Slowly, you breathe in then sink down to get to the measuring. Again, your fingers are trembling. No matter what you do, you cannot get them to stop. To pause. To not ruin your life further.
What you end up doing in all your struggle is touching him. A little touch here, a brush of skin and fingers there, a tiny poke of your pinky on the outside of his thigh, another one on the inside. Jimin gets so rattled that he almost makes a run for it. Or at the very least, he considers it. He can feel himself hardening with every touch you send his way. What is he supposed to do after all of this is over? Rub one out in your bathroom?!
There has never been so much quiet and breaths held in your home as there are right in this moment. And when you break it, the question you ask is almost unlike you.
It's when your fingers are a little higher up his thigh and you notice the distinct bulge between his legs.
"Are you..." A blush burns heavy in the cradles of your cheeks. "Are you hard...?"
A tiny gasp escapes Jimin and he takes a step back, his thigh smacking you in the face.
"It's not my fault!" He cries, two parts embarassed by the question you asked and how his thigh managed to hit you square on the face. A beat of colour similar to yours splashes his cheeks red. "It's because you're touching me so much! Why are you touching me there?!"
The way he poses the question angers you. Is he accusing you of being malicious? Is he saying you can't keep your hands to yourself and be professional? The nerve! "How else am I supposed to get your measurements, dickhead?!"
Jimin's eyes nearly topple out. The swift change in atmosphere makes him feel as though he just got smacked in the face. His stomach twists. "Don't call me a dickhead when you're so close to my dick!"
"I wasn't close to it! I was going around it! It's not my fault your thighs are fucking ginormous!"
"Most women love my 'ginormous' thighs!"
"Lucky you! I'm not one of them! I'm just trying to get your damn measurements!"
Jimin is so red in the face that it's almost comical. "Shit, YN, just... finish already!" The double entendre of the sentence makes him look away. He crosses his arms and stands with his legs apart, seemingly to wait for you to complete your work. He flinches when your fingers lay the tape measure over his legs again. He holds his breath when you circle his thigh just like before.
As slowly and calmly as humanly possible, you bring the tape measure around his muscular thigh. The struggle to hold up the tape long enough so that you can type in the measurements without forgetting since your brain is so damn foggy is beyond difficult. Everything about these moments makes you wish you hadn't asked for Jimin's help at all. Not if things were going to turn out so awkwardly.
"Okay, I think I'm done—" As the sentence leaves your mouth, Jimin takes that exact moment to turn his body, causing you—who is still on her knees on the floor—to be thwacked in the face with his bulge. And just like you had guessed, it was, indeed, hard. Extremely hard. And now it is like you are being rewarded with mouthfuls of it.
Out of sheer humiliation, Jimin tumbles back onto the sofa. On the way, his knee also manages to get a snag at your face. He sinks into the flush fabric with big eyes and racing heart, and when he sees you on the floor with your hands on your face, he forgets the mess he's created and rushes down to his knees to be by your side.
"Fuck, YN, I'm so sorry, that was—" He stops when his hands bring yours off your face. Your cheeks are full and bright crimson. He licks his lips as he takes you in. "Are you laughing?"
Unable to reply, you nod your head so fast that you are surprised it doesn't go flying off. He bites back a grin. "Why are you laughing? I just hit your face with so many parts of my body!"
"It's okay," you muse, sniffling back more laughter as it bubbles out. "I don't mind being smacked around."
The blank sincerity sits in the middle of the two of you for a moment. Then, Jimin touches one of your cheeks. His palm is warm, and his eyes are even warmer.
"I like you the best when you're like this," he admits, trying to get you to look at him as you keep staring at some spot to his right. "Why are you so nervous around me?"
"Probably because I mess up so much when I'm around you."
"Like what?"
"Like the night we met."
Jimin holds his breath. "Why don't we ever talk about that night? We've been friends for so long but we never talk about how we met."
"I didn't know you wanted to. I didn't know you even remembered."
His eyes soften. "How could I forget? I didn't want to shower after you touched me that night. I didn't want my body to be free of you."
"That's kind of gross," you chuckle, but on the inside, your heart is hammering and thrashing and wildly kicking inside your chest. Shyly, you look up to see Jimin's eyes on you. "I'm sorry I ran away."
His fingers reach up to trail through my hair. "Why did you?"
"I was scared that you wouldn't want me."
"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard." His frank response makes your mouth part. "Sorry, but it's true. How could I not want you? I'd been waiting to kiss you all night. I thought it was a miracle when we finally did."
An idea comes to you. Before you can talk yourself out of it, you reach down for the tape measure and swing it around his neck. Jimin glances on either side of him then looks back at you.
"I won't run away this time," you promise. Then, you tug on the ends of the tape and bring the center of your affection into your embrace. The moment his chest meets yours, you throw your arms around his neck and press your lips to his. Jimin, albeit startled, takes the new position in stride as his right hand reaches out to clutch the edge of the sofa while his left settles upon your waist. He is hesitant, but the moment your teeth drag on his bottom lip, his slips his hand under your oversized shirt. The touch of his bare skin on yours makes your belly swoop. "Don't you dare fuck me if this doesn't mean anything," you warn, eyes and mind clouded by overwhelming pleasure of your senses awakening from his touch and eager kisses. The tips of your fingers roll down to dig into his thick biceps. He reads the fear in your eyes so easily as if you stitched the words for him by hand.
He clasps one side of your face again, his palm hot and fully certain. "This means everything, baby." With that confirmation, he snakes both arms around your waist and lifts you up. Though you squeal, you are not afraid. Not with him. He lays a sweet kiss on your arm which wraps around his shoulders. "Hold on for me." His authoritative, penetratingly dominant voice pushes you to do as you are told. Not that you would dare dream of doing the opposite. It's almost like the moment you touched him, any qualms you had about the past withered away into nothingness.
Good.
You are more than prepared to say goodbye to the girl who thought she couldn't have this gorgeous man who is kissing her like she's gorgeous, too. And maybe, just maybe, in his eyes, she is.
. . .
Jimin takes his sweet, loving time helping you come undone. On his fingers. On his tongue. On his hard cock. He managed to stay hard for you for so long that by the time he climaxed, you had to hold him through his high. Not that you mind. His gasps and moans were so worth it.
Now, it's just a quarter to midnight and the two of you are in your bed. Jimin has his back against the bedpost and you are snuggled in his arms. The perfect ending to a perfect evening.
"I like you in my shirt," he admits, nosing an exposed part of your neck. Every part of you smells like him and he loves it. Wishes he could imprint his scent on you so you would always smell this divine.
With a hum, you turn in his arms and plant a kiss on his lips. "And I like you shirtless." To further your point, you lean down to flick his nipple with your tongue. The same appendage then sucks on the pebbling nipple.
Above you, Jimin moans out sexily, fisting the sheets below him as you work him into another erotic operation. "We still need to work on your project," he tries as you continue your assault on his sculpted chest. Warmth explodes in fireworks wherever your skin touches, especially the places where the wetness of your tongue leaves a trail. "It's due on Monday."
"That's true." With a free hand, you teasingly circle his left nipple using only the tip of your index finger. He gasps, moving up the bedpost. On the other nipple, you graze your teeth then lightly suck until the bud relaxes and blooms at your touch. He's so sensitive here and it's driving you crazy. Maybe you can talk him into letting you lick whipping cream off of it. Or chocolate. The ideas are endless.
His mouth releases a breathy, aching moan when you bite down. "It's worth h-half your grade, b-baby."
For a moment, you close your eyes allow the pet name to wash over you. The cheesy name has never appealed to you before but now, hearing it from his lips and the sexy way he moans it, you are certifiably obsessed. He can change your name to that for all you care.
"Call me that again."
"Baby?" Jimin grins as you nod, adoring the excited look on your face. He's glad the nervous girl who opened the door for him is gone. He wasn't lying before. He loves you the most when you're being who you are. He gathers your face for a kiss. Then several more tiny kisses. "Baby, baby, my baby."
He says the name over and over and over. With kisses all over your face and euphoric conclusions below.
(And don't worry, he wouldn't be the best boyfriend in the world if he didn't make you finish your project. Even if it was with your hands all over his body.)
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jimidol · 18 hours ago
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only you | jjk
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“no one else can fix me, only you”
⏤ pairing: jungkook x female reader
⏤ genre: established relationship au, angst, fluff, and smut
⏤ rating: 18+
⏤ warnings: mental health issues, extreme sadness, swearing, mention of traumatic event, mention of amnesia, mention of mental struggles, a lot of crying, mention of work pressure, mention of stress, mention of mental breakdowns, post traumatic stress disorder, mention of cowardice, remembering of trauma, mention of sex, mention of masturbation, a lot of making out, oral sex (m receiving), pet names, praising, penetrative sex, protected sex, and creampie
⏤ words: 7,450
⏤ summary: after a traumatic event, your world flipped upside down, leaving nothing but emptiness behind. an emptiness that has been eating you completely for the past year, but in the middle of the chaos that has become your life, there has been one person who has never left you. the only person that can fix you. jungkook.
⏤ author’s note: after reading this whole fic, i decided to not add or change anything about it since this was and still is an healing fic for me so i just corrected some small things here and there but for the rest, the fic is the same. i  want to thank every single one of you for everything you’ve done for the past year, it means the world to me! i hope you’ll enjoy this fic again ❤️
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Today is another shitty day.
For the past year, most of your days have been feeling the same. They have been insipid, dull, and extremely boring. For the past year, life has been completely tasteless. Nothing can bring joy to your heart since there’s just emptiness growing within your chest, eating you completely alive. The girl you used to be has completely vanished, and now, there’s this new person that you don’t even recognize.  
Behind the face of this new version of yourself, there are no feelings, no heart, nor any sign of life. Inside that chest of yours, there’s absolutely nothing but surprisingly, you’ve become a master at hiding it. People around you have barely noticed how much you’ve changed. They still believe you’re the same.
Strangely, their lack of attention sometimes breaks that cold heart of yours, causing tears to roll down your face. How can’t they see how devastated you are? How can’t they perceive that you’re giving them a fake smile? How can’t they see anything?
As those thoughts flood again in your head, you brush them away because you simply don’t want to start crying in the middle of the street. People will for sure send you weird looks, and you don’t want them to see that. Not today.    
With your headphones on, you walk in the direction of your boyfriend’s small apartment. ‘Empty’ of Chase Atlantic blasting in your ears for the millionth time today. This song is the one you can relate to the most, and it has left you wondering why you feel so fucking empty. This song actually makes you question everything.
But then, you remember that a traumatic event started everything. It was so traumatizing that it has left you in this state. Broken but at the same time, empty. Never have you ever thought it was possible to feel that.
However, you feel more empty than broken. Your heart is just filled with voidness, and when it becomes just too much you simply want to fall into Jungkook’s arms. Today being one of those days. All your heart desires right now is to be transported into the most serene place. A place where the only thing you feel is love.  
Nothing can ever compare to the feeling of his strong arms wrapped around you, your head pressed against his toned chest, and his heartbeat rocking you to sleep. Nothing can simply compare to having him by your side. This man is your rock. Without him and his warm presence, the darkness inside you would have taken over straight after that traumatic event.
His love and devotion have surprised you more than once. You’ve said horrible things to him, you’ve been extremely tough to live with, but never once did he give up on you or your relationship. Jungkook always listened to every hurtful word leaving your lips, he let them hit him with such an intensity that it broke his heart. But he never doubted that you never meant those words, he knew those were the words of a broken person.  
During those hard moments, the only thing he’ll keep whispering is “just let me love you”. Those words carry way more weight and meaning than anything you can ever say. Those words are the ones that calm you down when the voidness just simply eats you alive. Jungkook is the only one who can fix you because, behind all this suffering, the only thing you really feel is love.      
His love shines so brightly inside you that it keeps away all those bad emotions. With him, you feel understood, and he knows how much comfort his presence gives you. Never has he thought of leaving you behind when you’re going through all of this. That would be so cowardly of him.
He has seen how you suddenly changed, he has witnessed beforehand how your world completely collapsed. The spark that never left your eyes suddenly disappeared, and it broke him more than he’ll ever express it. That day he lost his girlfriend. That day he lost a piece of his heart. A piece he’ll never recover.
Your boyfriend is aware that you’ll never be the same person again, but he also knows that he still loves you no matter what. Fundamentally, you’re still the same person. You’re still the person he fell in love with. And he wants to be there for you. He wants to provide you with everything you need during these tough times. He wants to be the blanket that keeps you warm during winter.    
His heart constantly burns for you. He knows he’ll never get the old you back but that’s why he’s falling in love with you all over again. Slowly, you’re building a new life around you, and a new version of yourself is blooming. A version that he’s loving and cherishing with all his soul.
This new version only exists because the trauma that the event generated made you lose your memory. In the beginning, you noticed how you forgot the small things about the previous days but as time was passing, you realized that it was bigger than that. It was much bigger than that.
Slowly you noticed that you were unable to recall things that happened for the past year. A complete year was taken away from you in a matter of seconds. That broke you in a way that you can’t even describe today. How are you supposed to move forward when you don’t even remember a full year?
The memory lost forced you to build yourself from the ashes as you were unable to remember who you had become for the past year. All the accomplishments you did in a year were erased like they didn’t matter at all. But at first, you didn’t want to rebuild yourself. You simply wanted to be the person you were before, you wanted your life to go back to how it was before the incident.
But how can you move forward when you’re constantly looking backward? A backward that you can’t even remember.
Jungkook perfectly knows that he can’t heal you. Actually, no one besides yourself can. All he can provide you is a little help while you heal, and his presence has helped you in more ways than you can explain. The simple fact of having him constantly there, even when you’re a total nightmare to deal with has been able to give you some stability during this past crazy year.
Jungkook is your anchor.      
His presence has been the most comforting and healing place for you over the past year. When tears were threatening to roll down your cheeks, his hands were the first ones to clean them before his strong arms would hold your body tight in his embrace. His presence has been the only thing able to calm the storm inside you.
Over the past year, your boyfriend showed you that it’s okay to be broken. It’s okay to not feel good because, since day one, he knew that all this would turn you into a much stronger person. A person that he has grown to love even more. A person that he has so much admiration for. Even if today you can’t see it, you’ve come a long way. Jungkook has seen how strongly you’ve been fighting against all your demons.
But he also knows how much you crave to find your old self back. He knows how much you want to be that happy person that you were before all this.
However, Jungkook wonders if it’s truly something worthy. Before all this, you were happy but you hadn’t fought for it. You were happy because life had smiled at you most of the time. Today, things are completely different. You’re not totally happy but every single day, you fight for it. Every single day, you wake up with the will to have a true and sincere smile on your face.
To him, he doesn’t understand how you wish to be your old self when you’ve bloomed into this new person.
As you step inside his apartment, his face turns to watch you. Today, you’re not wearing the usual clothes you put on when you go to work. You’re wearing a simple black wool sweater with black fitted jeans. Jungkook loves to tease you a bit when you are too lazy to put on those classic pants with a nice shirt, but the moment he sees your broken expression, he refrains himself from doing so.
You notice him sitting on the couch in the living room. As soon as you take off your coat as well as your shoes, you rush to your safe place. His arms. The moment you fall into his arms, the tears instantly stream down your face, unable to hold back anymore this shattering feeling in your chest.
Today has indeed been too much for you.    
Mentally, you just know you’re not there yet. It has been a year since your life has been completely turned upside down, and for the past few days, that precise day that destroyed you has been haunting you. This has been breaking you even more.
Today you’ve been feeling emptier than usual as if your life was useless. As if your presence here hadn’t any meaning. Deep down, you know it isn’t true. Deep down, you know that your presence matters to some people. However, the pressure at work mixed with your poor mental health as well as the fact that it has been a year, everything has been slowly destroying you.
As today has been emotionally too much for you, it just makes you cry harder.
For the past few months, your mental health was finally improving after many months of constant mental breakdowns. The mental breakdowns will always be characterized by extreme mood swings, constant irritability, a lot of anger against the world and yourself, a feeling of always being on edge, isolation from the outside world, and avoiding social contact. Some days after, you’ll just be back to feeling completely devoid of emotions as well as being empty. The void eating you more and more once you calm down.
So, being back to square one after all those months of improvement makes you feel like a massive failure. You have been trying to get better, to fix yourself, and to feel less empty, but now, everything is back to how it was. Your mind and heart are back to being completely shattered.
Jungkook’s lips press a soft kiss on your head, his heart being completely broken to see you like this. For the past few days, he has been sensing how tense you were. He kind of knew that it was just a matter of time before you’d crack completely. Too much was happening.  
For a moment, you just cry in his arms, his fingers gently massaging your back as he tries to reassure you as much as he can. This loving gesture appeases your soul in ways you can’t even describe.    
For the past year, it feels like you’ve been screaming every day into the void, crying for help. Nobody has been listening to you nor has been able to help you. The only person listening to your cry for help is Jungkook. The only one who can fix you.
Slowly, you calm down in his arms, but none of you say a word. Your boyfriend is simply waiting for you to talk first as he doesn’t want to force you to express your feelings out loud. Something that he learned throughout this year is that forcing you to express your feelings is not a good idea. It will just anger you, and you’ll end up pushing him more away.
“Honey, let’s just lay on the couch,” Jungkook suggests as this position is getting very uncomfortable for the two of you.
While you clean your face from all your tears, you stand up to give him the space to lay on the couch. When you’re feeling this low, your boyfriend lets you lay over him. He knows how this eases your soul, he knows how this brings comfort to you. Sometimes, it hurts a bit to have all your weight on him but honestly, he’d move a mountain to just make you happier.
Once he’s all comfortable on the couch, he taps his chest, letting you know that you can lay on him now. Without any hesitations, you slowly place yourself on him, your head against his chest. His heartbeat is the first thing you hear once you’re on top of him, his sweet scent comforting you. His arms wrap around your back, pressing your body against his before he presses a soft kiss on top of your head.
The two of you look at the big screen against the wall in front of the couch. Before you arrived, he was watching ‘Friends’, one of his favorite shows. Jungkook puts the episode back so the two of you can watch it together from the beginning. It instantly lightens your mood, but what definitely helps you to feel better is the small caresses on your back.
“In one hour, we’re leaving, babe,” Jungkook whispers in your ear. “I’m taking you to a special place.”    
Jungkook is lucky enough to possess several houses all over the country as well as some others around the world. For the past year, he has been taking you to some of them so you can escape for a moment the harsh reality you’re living in. But there’s one house he hasn’t taken you to in over a year.
It’s in the countryside, it’s a very huge house that mostly his parents use whenever they want to be in peace. He also has been using it a lot whenever he wants to be with his friends or whenever he wants to spend some days with you. That’s exactly what he plans to do with you this weekend.
This past year has been tough for you, and today is more than hard. Although he wished you’d be better, he kind of expected to see you in this state. So he naturally planned this little outing for the weekend in hopes to help you feel better in any way.  
His fingers move up to brush your hair with tenderness.
“We’ll be gone for the weekend,” he tells you while your eyes are only focused on the episode of ‘Friends’ playing on the tv.
You simply nod. Honestly, today, you simply don’t care much about what you do with him. All that matters is to be with him, the rest is just details. You press a little kiss on his neck to let him know in some kind of way that you’re thankful for everything he does for you. Even if today, you’re feeling extremely empty and broken, you know that spending this weekend with him somewhere outside the city will help you.
A smile spreads across his face when he feels your lips against his neck. Small gestures of affection are something he cherishes deeply because even in the middle of the chaos that your life has become, he still feels loved by you. Something he honestly thought he would never feel again.
But you proved him wrong again and again.
You proved to him that even though you were broken you could still adore him. And it reassured him so many times because he almost lost hope a couple of times. This battle is not something you’re doing alone. It’s something you’re living with the people around you. Of course, you’re the one suffering the most but it affects the people close to you. They have to hopelessly watch you suffer.
They can only see you, give you a hand, and hope that it will be enough. They also have to fight their own battle to be able to be there every step of the way. They wipe their tears far from you to not cause you more pain. They have to stand strong when you break in their arms. It’s a battle for them too, but at least, seeing your improvement helps them to mend their broken heart.
They also have to mourn the version of you they lost.
Although they don’t say anything out loud, you’re perfectly aware of how this affects them. At first, getting better was something you were doing for them. At first, you wanted everything to go back to normal for them because of the pain you were putting them through. You constantly felt sorry for them, especially for Jungkook. But with time, you realized that you needed to do it for yourself and not for them.
Nobody could ever save you from your own pain. The only person who could and can heal you is yourself. You went through something deeply traumatizing that caused so many consequences. A post-traumatic stress disorder can’t be easily dealt with. It can’t be overcome with a simple snap. It’s a lot of work done with yourself to simply be a tiny bit better.
It took you months to start not feeling overwhelmed with your negative emotions. It took you months to start noticing a bit of improvement. It took you months to believe that people weren’t simply saying in vain that you’re a strong person. It took you months to stop having constantly mental breakdowns. It simply took you months to start feeling better.  
Even if today is a very bad day for you, you can say that you’re proud of the long journey you’ve achieved in one year. You’re perfectly aware that there’s still so much to achieve because you’re not okay a 100% but you have already done more than half of the way. There’s still so much to work on, and you’ve been thinking a lot lately to seek professional help for what’s left.
During the past year, you’ve been struggling by yourself, deciding to not involve any professional. Why? Honestly, you don’t know. It never crossed your mind since you wanted to handle everything by yourself and that your focus was put on getting better. But lately, you’ve been really considering asking for help.
Slowly, you fall asleep in his arms, finding comfort in the only person that can help you.
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As you gradually wake up, you feel lips pressing soft kisses all over your face. A little giggle escapes your lips when you realize that Jungkook is waking you up with fondness.
The man beneath you didn’t want to harshly wake you up, he actually didn’t want to wake you up at all but it’s better if you leave before the sun goes down. He doesn’t really like to drive in the dark, he doesn’t see really well. Plus, he wants to be able to cook dinner in his countryside house instead of eating some cold meal in the car.
“Wake up, little sleepy head.” He whispers in your ear before pressing another kiss on your cheek.
Your eyes slowly look up at the man lying beneath you. All you can see in his eyes is tenderness. Nothing else. Honestly, seeing it in his eyes always eases your soul.
“I’m awake, boo.”
His heart always melts when you call him boo. Out of all the nicknames you constantly give him, ‘boo’ is his favorite. Out of love, he presses another kiss on your forehead before you slowly stand up to leave the couch.
“Do you want to go to your place to pick up some clothes? or the ones you always leave here will be enough for a weekend?”
Since that traumatic event, you’ve been living between your apartment, his place, and your parents’ house. You don’t really have a place but Jungkook and your parents don’t want you to be alone for a long time. They are just scared of what could happen if they are not around you, and you can understand them. So, you just move around the three places.
Before giving him an answer, you head to his bedroom to check if you have enough panties and bras for the weekend. For the rest, wearing his comfy clothes would be perfect for you. No need to go to your place just for some piece of clothing, especially since you know there will be just the two of you.
Jungkook follows you to his bedroom since he needs to pack all the things that are in his room. While you check in his wardrobe, he takes a black bag that he places over his bed before joining you to grab some underwear.    
“It’s okay, I have all I need here.” You tell him once he’s next to you.
“Okay, honey.” He says before placing a soft kiss on top of your head. “Let’s grab some clothes, put them on the bag, and leave the apartment.”
You nod with your eyes closed, eyes that you closed when he placed that soft kiss on your head. The two of you gather all your things really quickly before leaving his apartment. As you head to the elevator to go to the parking lot of the building, you send a text to your parents to let them know that you’ll be out of town for the weekend.
Jungkook firmly holds the bag in his strong hand while his other hand holds yours almost as if he’s scared you’ll run away from him. The descent to the -1 level is quite fast, and you walk to his car in silence. There’s nothing to say yet and you’re still a bit sleepy.
Once you’re both inside the car, Jungkook starts to drive, heading to his countryside house. Inside the familiar and appeasing car, your eyes slowly shut down once again. All those negative emotions drained your soul, and you need some rest now. Your boyfriend notices it and simply focuses on the road before his eyes.
For a little while, the music playing in the car is the only thing that can be heard. It was really comforting to you but everything changes when ‘Lose you to love me’ by Selena Gomez starts playing.
“This song is so heartbreaking,” you start saying. “I really can’t understand how someone can leave their lover during a tough moment. Nobody deserves that.”
The song has broken your heart a million times although you weren’t living what Selena Gomez was singing. Of course, you already experienced heartbreak but it was long before the song was released because you’ve been with Jungkook for a long time already.  
“Some people are cowards,” Jungkook answers. “Some people find it easier to leave when someone is hurting instead of helping them to get better.”
You place your hand on his thigh. He’s right, some people prefer to run away when things get harder instead of helping their lovers. In the end, you believe it shows their true feelings as well as their strength.
“Some people aren’t as strong as you are.” You say before giving a good squeeze in his thigh.
Without him, you’d be completely lost today. That’s a certainty. You don’t need somebody else to confirm it for you. Without him, you’re not even sure you’d be standing here today. This man sitting right next to you saved your life.  
“I’m not necessarily a strong person, but I adore you. I simply want you to be happy, and I’d move a mountain for that.”
The proof is that he’s taking you right now to his countryside house. This is what truly matters to him, and although he’s aware it won’t make you happy in the long run, he knows that it will ease your heart for a moment.
“I’m lucky to have found you, boo,” your eyes never leave his face.
“And I’m the luckiest to share my days with a strong person.”
A smile appears on your face before you take his hand to press a soft kiss on it. This man brings so much comfort to you. To say that you’re lucky to have him by your side is more than an understatement. A life without him is something you don’t even want to think about because it would be worse than all the pain you have experienced in the past year.
“How can you turn such a bad day into a better one?” You ask before pressing another kiss on his hand.
Now, he’s the one smiling like an idiot because the only thing that truly matters to him is to make your day a tiny bit better.
“I didn’t do anything, I’m just being honest with you, honey,” he answers with his eyes focused on the road.
“Well, thank you for being here and for being honest, boo.” You tell him.  
For a moment, Jungkook just thinks about what to say because he doesn’t want that pretty smile on your face to disappear. Inevitably, he knows that it will go away. Today is such a special day, and he knows that it’s torturing your soul even when you have the biggest smile on your face.
“The past year has been tough for everyone, especially for you but all I care about is to be by your side, and to show you that days can get better.”
Your eyes quickly roam at the road before you, your mind thinking about what this day represents to you.
“Days are getting better, Jungkook and without your support, they would have never gotten better. You’ve been my rock in the middle of this hurricane, I’ve been holding on to you. That’s why I haven’t let go. That’s why I’m still standing.”
Those words are definitely something he never thought he would ever hear, but it definitely feels so good to hear them. It makes every fight worth it even more.
“I may have helped you, honey but we both know that you’re still here because you want it.” His hand moves to your thigh before softly caressing it. “You should give more credit to yourself, babe! You’re a goddamn warrior, and I swear that I’ve never met anyone as strong as you.”
Hearing someone complimenting you is something you’ll never get used to. Even when it comes from your boyfriend. Sometimes it feels like they’re talking about a complete stranger that you’ve never met when they’re talking about you.
“I know but I just want to make sure you’re aware of the impact you have on my recovery journey.” You reply to him.
“I’m aware of it, babe.”  
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The arrival at his countryside house was smooth.
After arriving there, you started cooking with all the things you took from his apartment. Nothing too fancy but it was a good meal. You had a call with your parents to reassure them but outside that, you haven’t really used your phone so far.
Since that traumatic event, you haven’t really been a lot on your phone. Most of the time, it’s a device that simply keeps you in contact with the rest of the world but only when you want it. You can literally spend hours without talking to anyone, but that’s okay for you because it keeps you safe which is something you desperately need.
Now, you and Jungkook are lying on the bed of the biggest room of the house. Your head is placed on his chest, the sound of his heartbeat being the only thing you can hear. There isn’t any outside noise. The tv in the room isn’t even turned on.
“This house is too big for the two of us,” you say.
“Well, who cares?” He says with a big smile on his face. “We’re alone and we’re going to have the best weekend of our lives!”
You lift your head to be able to look at him. He looks so handsome which makes your heart melts instantly.
Over the past year, your sex life was immensely impacted by your mental health. You and Jungkook went from having an active sex life to almost nothing, but it made you admire your boyfriend even more because never did he try or ask anything from you. He never hid from you that he masturbated a lot since it was a sudden shock but honestly, to him, his desires weren’t as important as your well-being.
Masturbation was the solution that he found to make sure his head would be able to focus on you when you needed him.
However, slowly, you’ve been making him understand that you’re feeling ready to get back to the business. For the past weeks, you’ve been having oral sex and nothing more. You’re exploring together your limits. There’s no rush in having penetrative sex, you have all the time to explore and see what makes you now comfortable.
Since you’ve been having these little sexual activities, your mind sometimes gets completely lost in dirty thoughts. But it’s not because you’ve been having wild dreams about you and Jungkook that it means that you’re ready. Honestly, you’ve only been feeling ready for the last couple of days.
Being here, in this house with him only makes you realize that you really are ready to go further than oral sex. You’re ready to explore more with the man you love. Honestly, you’re ready to try things right now as the mood is perfect.  
“I feel ready,” you suddenly say.
“Ready for what, babe?” He asks while raising an eyebrow.
Your heart starts hammering strongly in your chest. Even if you’re comfortable enough to speak about everything with your boyfriend, you’re still a bit scared of what his reaction might be.
“Ready to have actual sex with you.”
Your boyfriend is extremely surprised by your words. He knew this day would come but he never expected it to come this fast.
“I’m ready to let you show me how much you love me.”
A smile spreads across his face as you use those words. Every time sex is mentioned, he always says that he wants to take his time before physically showing you how much he loves you.
Instead of replying with words, his lips press against yours for a fervent kiss. He’s more than ready to give you all his love because that’s all he constantly wants to do. His heart burns for you, and his dick easily gets hard when you’re around but that’s something he’ll probably mention in a couple of days or weeks.  
Slowly, your hand moves down on his body, getting dangerously close to his cock. The simple thought of feeling your hand around him makes him grow harder. Thankfully for you, your boyfriend is only wearing his underwear right now since he loves to sleep almost naked. Without an ounce of hesitation, you take out the only clothing piece from his body, his cock slapping against his abs.
You break the kiss to take a look at the beast between his legs. It always surprises you how massive he is, and it always leaves you wondering how on earth he can walk with something like that in between his legs. You actually wonder how he can do that when his cock gets hard.
“Can I touch you, Kook?” You ask him.
With his eyes closed, he nods. He’s completely desperate to feel your fingers around him, knowing perfectly that he’ll come undone when you’ll touch him. But he fucking doesn’t care because that will only lead to feeling your velvety walls around him for the first time in over a year.  
As you’re so desperate in pleasing him, you wrap your hand around the base of his dick. His head is red, precum running down his length and over that prominent vein that lines it. You rub your thumb over the tip before going down on his shaft, spreading his arousal all over him. A deep moan leaves his lips as your hands finally touch him, his head falling completely on the pillow.      
“Damn, honey,” he growls. “I constantly miss your fairy hands.”
Slowly, you start pumping him, taking your time, your hand gliding up and down his length. A trail of groans leaves his lips while you pump him nice and slow, giving him the handjob he has been dreaming about. Every time your hand reaches the base, Jungkook shivers, loving deeply how you’re touching him.
As you pump his massive length with your hands, you never stop looking at him. You absolutely love to watch him melt in your hands, and honestly, for the past weeks, you have been enjoying seeing him contorting with delight every time you touch him. Those moments are very unique.
Since your life has been turned upside down, you’ve been enjoying a lot of small moments. Moments that you used to consider as unnecessary. Oral sex with Jungkook used to be like the introduction, and today, you just simply savor it. In the end, it’s still an intimate moment you share with your boyfriend even if it’s dirty.    
After a little while, you dip down to kiss the head of his cock, causing deeper and louder moans to leave his mouth. Damn, over the past days, while planning all the things you’ll both be doing in this house, receiving a blowjob was definitely not on his mind which makes this moment even better. You lick his tip, his precum coating your wet muscle before you wrap your mouth entirely around his cock, sinking down fully on his length.
“Fuck,” he groans, loving the warmth of your mouth around him.
He swears that he’s about to fall apart, covering your mouth with his cum. Your eyes look up to meet with his but as you do so, he busts right there, his hot seed filling that pretty mouth of yours. Jungkook is just a weak man, especially when you’re added to the mix.
The thing about not having a lot of sexual intercourse in months is that it makes every moment magical. So magical that none of you actually last really long but the intensity of the orgasms is a million times stronger than any of the ones you’ve ever had before.  
For example, he didn’t see this one coming, but damn, he swears that he can feel it in every single part of his body. Nothing feels better than having sex with you. Nothing feels better than being with you.
Slowly, he comes down from his high, your mouth leaving his cock to just watch him being completely overwhelmed with his orgasm. He looks like an absolute angel. The prettiest angel in the world. However, you also consider him as your guardian angel as he’s been the only person to protect you during the past horrible year.  
“Do you have condoms here?” You raise the question.
“Honestly, I don’t know.” He answers. “I wasn’t expecting this to happen so I need to check my wallet.”
For sure, there aren’t any condoms in this house because he doesn’t want his parents to find them. It will make everyone so uncomfortable, especially him. He’s perfectly aware that his parents have seen his little beast as he grew up but condoms are something else. It will actually let them know that you both have an active sexual life which doesn’t make him comfortable at all.    
While he stands up to grab his wallet, you decide to surprise him a bit more. Since you have all this confidence within you at the moment, you want to use it as much as possible because for sure, in a couple of minutes, it won’t be the case anymore. You lay on your back as you take off the large t-shirt of his that you’re using as a pajama and your underwear. As you do so, your eyes never cease to look at his strong back while he looks for a condom.
“Found one!” He screams when he finds one in his wallet.  
When Jungkook gets back on the bed with his condom in his hand, he bites his bottom lip. “You’re so beautiful, honey,” he whispers in your ear before pressing a sweet kiss right under it, sending shivers down your body. “You’re sure you’re ready?”
Although he really wants to do it, he also wants to be 100% sure you want this. Even if you’ve already teased him a bit, he can wait a little longer for you.  
“I am, boo.” You press your lips against his to kind of make him understand that you’re truly sincere.
“Then, let’s do this!” He presses one final kiss before ripping the plastic, and putting the condom on his length.
You spread your legs to let him situate himself in between them, but you’re also letting him see your soaked folds. On his knees, he gets closer to your body, brushing his cock against your pussy, and getting you even wetter. He wants you to be as wet as possible to be ready for his massive cock.
When he feels that you’re wet enough, he slowly buries his thick cock inside your soaked core, stretching your walls. His large hands find their way to your waist, caressing your soft skin while his doe eyes filled with lust look into yours. Both of you groan as he slowly pushes his long and thick cock inside you.  
This stretch is something you missed, and it’s even better than in your dreams. It’s so delightful that it causes your eyes to roll back. Honestly, it hurts a bit but right now, you’re focused on everything but the pain it’s causing. All you want is to enjoy this moment.  
Jungkook leans closer, pushing his cock a bit deeper inside you and snatching a deeper moan out of you. “I’ve missed this so much, babe,” his deep voice groans in your ear.
Slowly your boyfriend pushes back, leaving only the tip of his cock inside you. His eyes never leave your figure, watching you moan under him. Although he has always loved rough sex, he wants this special moment to be all about love and nothing more. He doesn’t want to hurt you during your first time after this whole trauma. So, he carefully pushes his cock fully inside you, trying to be as delicate as possible.
For a little while, he doesn't move, hovering over you and watching you with delight. His eyes roam down on your body, appreciating the piece of art that you are. During a brief moment, his eyes get glued to where your bodies meet, watching himself buried deep inside you. It feels like the last time it happened was ages ago. His lips meet yours for a sloppy kiss before leaving a trail of wet kisses down to your neck.
“I’ve missed this so much, honey,” he whispers against your neck before pressing a tender kiss.  
His gentle voice warms your heart. It’s obvious that he’s doing everything to be the sweetest with you. You know how much he’s into rough sex, how much he loves this to be extremely dirty, and you also used to love it. You appreciate all the effort he’s doing to make you feel safe at this precise moment.
That’s also why you love this man with all your soul.
You close your eyes, completely enjoying having him fully inside you. This feels like something completely new but at the same time, it feels like being back home. This feeling is extremely weird but in a good way.
Once he sees that you’re ready to take more, he slowly pulls back before slamming himself back into you with both hands on your hips, pulling you back to meet his thrusts. The bed under you squeaks, the headboard hitting the wall just behind you. The slick sound of your pussy soaking his cock as well as your soft moans quickly fill the room.
Slowly, your boyfriend starts to thrust into you, and he’s being extra careful to not hurt you. Quickly, you get completely drunk on the feeling of his cock filling you up, his hips hitting against yours with every thrust he makes. This all causes sparks of pleasure to shoot throughout your body, your arousal dripping from your core and creaming his cock.
Jungkook smirks as he notices the sticky mess you’re causing. Even if this moment isn’t wild, he’s loving to see that your body is positively responding to his pounding. His cock is buried deep inside you that you swear you can almost feel it on your throat. This man definitely owns the biggest cock you’ve ever seen in your life.  
“You’re so fucking wet, honey,” he hisses before biting his lower lip.
Your boyfriend definitely couldn’t hold back that comment, he’s definitely enjoying seeing your arousal around his cock. His hands press harder into your skin when he feels your walls tighten around him.
“And making such a mess on my cock.”
Every time he pushes his hips back, he watches with delight the way his cock is completely covered with your arousal. This is driving him crazy as he hasn’t seen this in over a year. Even for him, everything feels new but at the same time, completely normal.
His eyes glance down at you, contorting with pleasure as it slowly builds within you. Your moans are getting louder, and you’re thankful that there’s nobody else in this house or even in the surroundings of the house because it’d be awkward to know people could hear you screaming with pleasure.
His hands can feel the way your body quivers with each thrust. The way he’s torturing your body is only making you lose yourself further. Although he’s being very delicate with you, he just knows how to pleasure you perfectly.  
“Fuck,” he groans when he feels the warmth of your walls wrapping tighter around him. “Your cunt is clenching so hard, babe.”
As you glance up at him, you can’t help but find him extremely attractive. His eyes stare down at you with passion and lust as his tongue licks his lower lips. He simply can’t believe this is really happening. Never had he thought while preparing this little weekend that he’ll have sex again with the love of his life.
Slowly, he starts thrusting into you with more urgency as he gets completely lost in the feeling of having your walls tightly around him. Jungkook leans again forward, pressing another sloppy kiss on your lips. With time, you’ve started to realize that he loves to kiss you, he can spend a day doing it, and you also love it because it brings so much comfort to your broken soul. It reassures you in ways you can’t even describe.
One of his hands slowly goes down on your body, passing your stomach, and landing on your throbbing clit. His fingers start to rub your sensitive spot, causing moans to flood out of your mouth. It doesn’t take long before the wave of pleasure hits you intensely, making you come hard around him. Your arousal covers completely his cock, your walls squeezing him over and over again.
Jungkook ceases the occasion to speed up the pace of his hips slamming into you, wanting to chase his own high. The coil in his lower stomach tightens inside of him, and it completely clouds his thoughts. Breathy whines escape his pretty lips as he looks down at the mess you made on his cock. His eyes roll back with pleasure when his orgasm hits him hard. His body tenses up as he releases his load inside the condom. Loud cries of euphoria leave his lips.
He collapses next to you, both of your bodies covered in sweat after this first sex session after your trauma. Your heavy breathing is now the only thing that can be heard in the bedroom.
“Wow, babe,” are the only words your boyfriend says.
The man lying next to you is completely overwhelmed by his orgasm, he can’t even think straight. Well, neither can you do the same. This was marvelous, and in some way, this made you forget about all the bad emotions inside you.  
“How are you feeling?” He asks while he removes the condom from his length.
“Good,” you say as your eyes glance at him.
Jungkook leaves the bed to throw the condom full of his cum in the garbage can. He comes back to bed completely naked but before laying on the bed, he grabs the shirt you throw on the floor to give it to you.
“I don’t want you to get cold, honey,” he whispers before pressing a tender kiss on your cheek.
“Don’t worry, boo,” you press too a kiss on his cheek. “Nothing bad will happen to me if you’re around.”
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kithtaehyung · 13 hours ago
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[ ! ] upcoming series [ ! ] series title: new rules pairing: jungkook x reader, some yoongi x reader rating/genre: m ; university au, fuckboi au (who is shocked??) ; angst, fluff, smut summary: after being fwb for a good few months, the both of you decided a break was in order - a nice, clean, hard break. at least, that's what you both agreed on... but what the hell is a break if he keeps bugging you? (a series based off the song "new rules" by dua lipa) est. chapters: 5 release date: spring 2022  taglist form: ⇥ anonymous, no emails collected ⇥ includes optional teaser! ⇥ HERE
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kookiecrumb · 14 hours ago
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jjk || Rolling Wave
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pairing: surfer!jungkook x richgirl!reader
summary: In order to win an Australian surfing competition, Jungkook dates the daughter of the man who holds it every year. He'll quickly learn that he isn't the first to do so. (Loosely based off of Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice).
genre: angst, smut, fluff !! good ending.
warnings: fake dating angst, smut*, oral (m&f receiving), alcohol consumption, use of the word wh*re, making out, brief breastplay, jungkook is a user and so is y/n, macrophilia, vivid description of drowning, description of being stabbed/blood warning
rating: M (18+)
word count: 9.3K
a/n: this is my baby. please be gentle with her. i wrote her with a lot of care and poured my heart into her. i love her. i hope you love her too.
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"It's not a sport, it's a lifestyle."
"Surfing."
...
"Kids out here, ride from Arizona just to ride our waves. These are California waves."
"These are Cali waves."
Jungkook emerges from beneath the waves, his hair whipping back, spraying salt water. He wipes his hands over his eyes and nose, taking a deep breath in and looking back towards shore."I wiped out," he huffs, getting ready to paddle back to shore. Looking up at the clouds, he has about twenty minutes before that storm moves in. Today would be his last day taking advantage of that nice spring tide.
With his legs on either side of his board, he lets the current carry him out. He waves to his friends out on shore, poking at a bonfire with their boards buried in the sand.
"That's it boys," he yells, cupping his hands around his mouth. "Let's go home."
With a towel hanging from his shoulders, Jungkook rubs his hand over his abdominals. His wrists are covered in cloth bracelets, some of them promises he's made to people he'll never see again. He grabs a chip from the snack table and pops it in his mouth.
"We're crashing at Hoseok's today, we gotta do some grocery shopping before we head to the next beach," Namjoon says, packing up the leftover beer into the cooler. "Headed North about thirty minutes from here."
Jungkook shifts his weight, listening attentively as he catches his breath. "Can we hit Pleasure Point?" He adds.
Namjoon raises an eyebrow, glancing over at Yoongi for confirmation. Yoongi shakes his hand 'maybe.' Joon nods side to side.
"I just came back from Brazil. Unless you're willing to take that 15 hour flight from LAX to Sydney with me, I suggest we relax a little," he laughs.
The fire flickers wildly, creating shadows on Yoongi's face. He smirks. "No way."
The moon peeks from the clouds, creating a reflection out on the ocean.
Namjoon looks past Jungkook's shoulder, catching sight of the boats passing by on the horizon with their lanterns. "Look," he points.
Jungkook looks past his shoulder, turning his body. "Weird, we never get boats."
"Do you think it's a...g-g-g-ghost, Jungkook?!" Yoongi cackles, poking him.
He rolls his eyes, snatching Yoongi's fingers. "No. Stop, jackass." Namjoon pinches his glabella, frustrated with these two idiots.
"C'mon guys, help me pack up. It's almost eight and I told Hoseok we'd be there by eight-thirty." He stands up and starts to fold his chair to put in the back of the Jeep.
The other boys join in. Jungkook hauls the cooler and tents, Namjoon carries the surfboards to strap them up top, and Yoongi gathers the miscellaneous shit.
The wind flows through his hair as he grips the frame of the car while Namjoon drives. They ride on the winding roads that run along the edges of the cliffs near the ocean. Yoongi lays across the back seat, texting some chick he met Saturday at Kim Taehyung's birthday party.
Jungkook reaches back, and snatches the phone from him with a smirk. He reads what's written on the glowing screen. "You're cute too," he reads in a mocking voice, "I can't wait to see you again tomorrow. The party is at seven, right? And how am I supposed to get in again…"
Yoongi sits up and violently grabs his blackberry back. "Fucker," he grunts. Jungkook is amused.
"It's puppy love," he goads."Relax, you met like yesterday. We don't know her yet, why are you inviting her to Hoseok's?"
"She's hot," he defends.
"Does she have a nice personality?" Jungkook asks, half-jokingly.
"Yes!" Yoongi chimes.
Jungkook isn't a huge party person. He goes to make connections. Those are valuable. Guys who come to Cali to experience the Golden Coast take a pit stop in Santa Barbara to do their business or whatever. Their sons come with, along with their wallets and influence.
"Whatever," Jungkook looks out across the coast with his aviators perched upon his nose. The crash of the waves against the jagged rocks, foaming and fizzing, dragged back out by the tide could be heard over the radio.
The loose linen of Jungkook's shirt thrashes against his body. They're two miles from their destination.
There must be ten buggies parked outside Hoseok's. Namjoon lets out a sigh that sounds almost disappointed. He taps his fingers against the steering wheel before hopping out and shoving his lanyard in his pocket.
Jungkook plants his feet on the asphalt and follows them inside.
"Boys, boys, boys…" Jung Hoseok has two blondes on his arm standing at the doorway, wearing an unbuttoned polo shirt with his beach shorts and sandals. He lets go of them, reaching out his hand to shake with Namjoon.
Jungkook purses his lips to keep from laughing. He hasn't changed a bit.
The first time Jungkook had met this high roller was at a frat party at UCSB. He was sitting at the center of attention in the living room, retelling his famous Adam Sandler story for the nth time. His wild gestures and projecting voice gained him a reputation on campus beyond that of his father's name. He knows how to keep the attention of a crowd, and this was what made him useful to Jungkook.
"Thought you could slip right under our noses, stop by Santa Barbara and not visit, yo--" He pointed at all three of them, severity in his tone, "Don't you come by here without talking to me, got it? We gotta keep in touch, it's what we do."
Namjoon nods, holding his hands out in front of him in a relaxed position.
Yoongi's already made himself at home, kicking his feet over the couch, laying upside down. He's texting that girl again.
Hoseok's eyes fall upon Jungkook, his hands in his pocket as if to appear non-threatening. "Hey, champ," he hugs him briefly, patting his back casually. "Good to have you, Great to have you," he corrects himself.
"Great to see you, Hobi, great to be here," Jungkook confirms. Hoseok's eyes check him up and down, impressed with his composition.
"Right," Hoseok rubs his hands together, clapping them once. "Would you all follow me into the kitchen? We have a lot to discuss and I'd like for it all to be done before," he whips out his watch, giving it a once-over, "Seven."
Namjoon nods in his direction, indicating for Jungkook and Yoongi to follow him down the expansive hallway. Paintings of the shore decorate the walls.
Rarely, Jungkook passes by a portrait of Hoseok in his younger years, wearing a proud grin in his suit and tie. He must have been sixteen or seventeen. His head is tilted upwards, as if he's looking far off into the distance with pride. A few paces ahead, a family portrait is fixed on display on the adjacent wall.
The picture is adorned with grand and intricate etchings on the frame, emanating an intimidating feeling of luxury. Jungkook pauses before it, examining it.
Hoseok pokes his head out from the kitchen, a smug look on his face. "Nice, right? That one's old. We're taking a new one next week in Gwangju."
Jungkook frees his eyes from the portrait and walks forward. "Cool," he says, banaly.
The Jung kitchen has character. It's old Italian-style, with cherry wood floors, complimentary cabinets, and charming granite countertops. The sink is located on the island, parallel to the stove which is fully electronic. The kitchen is open to a cozy livingroom area with a full view of the cliffed coast, the ocean churning beneath. The warm light of the iron chandelier is the only light.
Hoseok's hands spread like wings across the countertop, his eyes flickering up to meet the solemn stares of the men before him. Jungkook pouts, his mouth agape as he listens closely to the words about to be uttered. Namjoon tucks his hands under his arms, taking a defensive stance. Yoongi holds a receptive posture, holding his wrist in his fist.
"Let me make one thing clear," he dictates, "That is, we are not to mob him. We are to coerce him. Mind you, this man has a monopoly over Rip Curl and Gold Coast. This is the only chance Jungkook has to convince him to tip the balance in his favor. If you blow this, we're done. Don't you dare show your face in this house again," his eyes sat on Jungkook. "Don't you dare."
Jungkook makes a highfalutin face, then shakes his head.
"Right," Namjoon chimes in. "Now tell us how you're going to make it work," he deflects.
"I was getting to that," Hoseok hugs his triceps.
"Then say it," Yoongi says, bluntly.
"I was going to, you little sh--" He sucks in a breath, clenching his fist. "Okay. He has a daughter, she's not bad looking, Jungkook just needs to ask her out and boom. Babygirl's boyfriend always wins."
Jungkook rolls his eyes, unfolding before the table. "Fuck, Hoseok. You couldn't have said that in the group chat?"
"No! Group meetings are chill," he whines. "Besides, I needed you guys here early so you could help set up for the party." Come to think of it, the place is kinda trashed.
"Why didn't you get your girlfriends over there to do it?" Yoongi gestures over to the pair laying across the couch in a lounging position, watching television.
"Carly's favorite show is on, and Melanie just got her manipedi," he says, obviously, "Mind you, I'm not ruining her manicure by forcing her to make charcuterie boards. Do you know how hard it is to cut fruit and handle deli meats with long nails?" He pauses, as if expecting them to answer.
"No," Jungkook resounds.
Namjoon stifles a laugh, amused by their interaction. "Look, whatever. Let's help set up the party."
Jungkook's hands slice the food with precision, minding the blade as he prepares a presentable dish for tonight's dinner party. Namjoon is on dusting duty, making sure all surfaces are clear of any dust or grime. He works around Jungkook, swerving his paper towel past his station.
He throws the rag in the laundry bin, having done his part. "You're a good kid," he pats Jungkook's back before checking up on Hoseok in the dining room.
"Doubt it," Jungkook breathes, putting down his knife. He scoops the mixed bell peppers in his tattooed hands, transferring them into a bowl for the stir fry. He covers them as he checks the fridge for any decent cuts of meat.
Come to think of it, Jungkook is, indeed, not a good kid. At all. He's a total dick, and he knows that. He knew it when he dumped Abigail Williams in the ninth grade because she got braces. He knew it when he cheated off of Fredrick Dunbar on the final exam, the only reason he got to be on the soccer team next semester-- hell, he even spiked the votes for homecoming king in his senior year just so that he would go home with Jessica Roberts that night, wine, dine, and sixty-nine her.
But for some odd reason-- for some off-putting and perhaps even cynical reason-- Namjoon was convinced that Jungkook would do right by him.
The only reason that Jungkook hadn't fucked up being a professional surfer is because of that miraculous faith that his manager and best friend had in him.
For the first time in his life, he was doing something by the book, and it instilled a sense of pride in him. He would have to throw that all away if he was going to pretend to be interested in you tonight.
Jungkook adjusts his tie at the dinner table, sitting across from you and your father. He eyes you, hinting at his attraction. No doubt, you are a very pretty girl. It would be a breeze to declare that you had stolen his heart the very first night he saw you. It would be a romantic and convincing story to your father, who is currently cutting his steak, conversing with Hoseok, the man of the hour. All he has to do is sit there and look pretty, charm you.
You have your legs crossed politely as you eat dinner, eavesdropping on the conversations happening at the table. You aren't the talkative type, you'd much rather keep your ears open. Perhaps the men will let something slip, something useful. You're cunning, and Jungkook will soon realize this about you. For now, you're just a pretty face, something to conquer.
Namjoon wipes his face with a napkin, putting a champagne glass to his lips as he continues his discussion of geopolitics, slowly transitioning to the topic of the competitions your father is hosting very soon. "You're hosting the Rip Curl soon, isn't that right?" He asks, although he knows the answer. "Jungkook here is looking to compete," he mentions casually, patting the boys back.
Jungkook nods with a courteous smile, peeling his eyes off of you for a moment. "Yes sir, I am. And might I say, I'm quite taken by your daughter."
You nearly gag on your champagne. You haven't even talked to the guy, and now he's making moves on you through your own father? You can't tell if that makes him a total hunk or just a pretentious fuck. Dad sends a smile your way. That's your cue to say something.
"Thank you," you reply, vivaciously. His eyes soften, as if he takes it to heart. You aren't quite sure what his goal is. It doesn't scare you so much as it intrigues you.
Later that night, the men are playing pool in a separate room while you're left to your own devices.
In the darker parts of your reflection, the ocean and the glittered sky is visible. You're hypnotized by it. You approach closer, feeling called to the waves like a sailor to a siren, finding a strange serenity in the hushing of the water. Placing your hand against the cool glass, you shiver.
"Hey--"
"Ah!" You jump.
Jungkook erupts in laughter. "Your face!"
You don't find it nearly as funny as he's making it out to be. "That's unfair. You snuck up on me. What do you even want?"
"I came to properly introduce myself, and I came to apologize. I didn't mean to hit on you in front of your Dad. That must have felt awkward," he approaches you with his hands behind his back. At least he's self-aware, that's good.
"That's okay," you say. His eyes settle on a necklace that hangs delicately around your neck on a silver chain.
"Is that a locket? Can I see it?" He releases his hands, lowering his tone. He's handsome from this angle, tall, well-built, with pretty skin and almond eyes.
Your hands reach to the back of your neck as you unclasp the locket, handing it in his wide, open palm. He struggles with the clasp before opening it, relieved to see it is not a picture of your boyfriend, but of your mother.
"She looks so much like you," he says. "That's so sweet of you, to keep her close to your heart like that?" The clacking of the billiard balls followed by a mix of groans and cheers are heard in the background.
"Shouldn't you be playing with my Dad?" You take the necklace back from his hands, hastily clipping it back around your neck.
"I would much rather play with you, doll," he hums.
"Nice," you say, sarcastically. You want to deny him badly, but there's something undeniably attractive about the way he handles himself. You wonder how he'd say your name. You must introduce yourself now.
"My name is Y/N," you interrupt your shared silence.
"Y/N." It melts on his tongue. "A pleasure to meet you. I'm Jungkook," he takes your hand and kisses it. It's obvious that Jungkook does not come from a background of wealth, so it feels almost sarcastic to witness him acting so gentlemanlike.
"Pleasure is all mine, I am sure," you assure. Before you could notice, you're significantly closer to him than where you had initially started. In that brief moment, a thought arises in Jungkook's mind, but is interrupted.
"We should keep in touch, right? You're going to fly out to Sydney soon? You'll need someone to show you around the city," you ramble.
"Yes, I want that," he hums, reaching into his pocket for his phone. He hands it to you. It's touchscreen, so you simply write down your contact on his notes app.
"Cool," he breathes, putting it away.
The guys have wrapped up their last game, and you have a flight to catch tomorrow morning. You know your dad's going to have a hangover, and that's going to be a pain in the ass to deal with.
"I'm so sorry," you shake your head. "I need to go, we shouldn't have stayed this long." It's impossible to walk in these heels, you don't know why you wore them.
"Having a Cinderella moment, I see. Okay." Jungkook remarks while you're looking through your bag for your phone to call the chauffeur. Putting the phone to your ear, you nod goodbye to Jungkook and escort your father out of the house, silently thanking Hoseok for the dinner.
Jungkook puts his hands in his pockets, his jaw stretching into a yawn. Sweet, he's got your number. That was the hard part. Now all he has to do is message you tonight and he's got the competition in the bag. He celebrates by pouring the last of the Don Pérignon into a flute and drinking it, bottoms-up.
He makes a sour face, holding the glass far from his face and shrugs. Rich people have weird tastes.
Late in the night, Jungkook turns over in his bed, awake. He lays in the center of the bed, a comforter pulled over his naked body while rolls of thunder crash. The wind whips the rain against the window. Echoes of memories not quite within reach for Jungkook flash like lightning in his consciousness. He rubs his eyes and sits up, groaning. There's a pounding in his head he cannot seem to get rid of.
He's coated in his own sweat, facing a painting that covers the wall opposite to him. The art is abstract, and barely any light reaches it. He tries to make something of it, but to no avail. It just looks like meaningless blobs.
"The ocean is a meaningless blob," he rasps. It's quite an intelligent statement. He's right. What is the meaning of standing on what's basically a long piece of wood and propelling yourself back towards shore, from whence you came from? It's a learned skill. It's about performance and agility. Jungkook is an athlete, just as the person who painted this painting is an artist.
Part of being a competitive surfer is getting up at 4 AM to catch a 8 AM flight to Sydney with a layover in Honolulu
Before the sun rises, Jungkook rises.
That being said, it takes every fiber of his strength to not collapse on the guest bed and sleep through the morning. The thought of sinking his teeth into Namjoon's famous breakfast sandwich is his sole motivation to leave the bed.
Yoongi emerges from his room. He totally dipped during the dinner party to hang out with that girl he likes.
He looks tired as hell. He's hanging over the countertop, brewing his coffee with a remorseful look on his face.
"You're a happy camper," Namjoons comments, throwing a pad of butter on the pan, hearing it sizzle.
"Don't wanna talk about it," he mutters at Jungkook, who's passing by to grab a pain au chocolat.
"I didn't ask," he snarkily replies. They need to keep quiet because Hoseok is still sleeping upstairs. All the bags are in the front, and everything they need is with Namjoon. Jungkook takes a bite of his pastry.
When it's time to leave, the kitchen is clean, and the sky is just beginning to change color. It's six in the morning at LAX.
Checking in, getting through security, and finding the correct terminal were all tedious. All of the documents were in place, and everything went relatively smoothly, but Jungkook anticipated getting on the plane and taking a nap for the entire flight.
There would be no internet on their flight, and Jungkook didn't feel like watching the shitty in-flight movies, so he decided to take a walk around one of those airport bookstores that sold magazines and pillowcases and such.
He immediately grabbed a pack of gum, knowing from years of commercial flights that chewing gum helps with depressurizing his ears after take-off. His favorite flavor is spearmint, although peppermint is okay, too.
He scans the shelves for anything that resembles a drama. No one knows that about him, that he's a sucker for a good historical drama. There was something about the language that enticed him. Everything was much more romantic back then.
So, you might be wondering, at this point in the story, why Jungkook is so stubborn about love if he's such a hopeless romantic. The answer to that is that he recognizes that love is simply that, a fantasy. He could date to marry, spend years struggling with the marriage only for it to end up as a messy divorce over some adult bullshit like fiances.
He just doesn't see the point of a real relationship. The fake one he's brewing up with you, though, that's business. It's just politics. He can work with that.
Namjoon, however, has an opposite philosophy when it comes to love. He has dated two people since Jungkook first met him, and both of them were long-term relationships that ended on good terms. But that's because Namjoon is just the perfect guy, isn't he? Jungkook thinks it makes Namjoon weak, but in reality, it's because he's afraid of that kind of vulnerability and therefore struggles with intimacy.
Jungkook realizes he's been staring at the cover of Cosmopolitan far too long for it to be normal. He clears his throat, grabs the book he wants along with the pack of gum, and pays at the counter. The flight is boarding soon, and he can already hear Joon shouting for him.
Good morning, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome aboard. This is your Captain speaking. On behalf of JetBlue, it is my pleasure to welcome you aboard flight 561 with service to Honolulu and continuing service to Sydney. Our local time is 8:29 AM, 6:29 AM Honolulu time. We should arrive in just under six hours, that is 11:29 AM in Honolulu. We are not expecting turbulence this morning, so it will be a smooth ride there. Once again, welcome aboard, and enjoy your flight.
"Here," Namjoon hands Jungkook a blanket he packed. "I got one for Yoongi too," he grins. He has a whole bag of snacks, water, a first aid kid, and the Ziploc bag with all of their documents labeled with their contact information at his feet for easy access. Jungkook isn't surprised in the least. Namjoon typically overthinks this sort of thing, and when he overthinks, he obsessively plans.
Jungkook just smiles and takes the blanket. He knows how much it means to him.
The long, winding roads of Sydney have always reminded you of Italy. The influence takes one by surprise; who would have thought that a country on the opposite side of the world would have so much influence on the architecture, but the rugged stone walls and hanging lights that weave through the narrow walkways mirror those found in a city like Rome or Florence.
You're lucky enough to own a property on the water. It was modest, at just under three thousand feet. You never spent too much time indoors, anyways. There's always something to do out there.
The Westfield shopping centre is the place to be. It features your favorite luxury stores, in the hands of the people who have known you by name for years. You've never had an unsatisfactory experience. The exuberance of the environment exhilarates you, it is so good to be back in Australia.
But you didn't come visit just to shop. That would be a shame. You had people to meet, places to be, Aussie men to flirt with. You place a phone call to your chauffeur. You'll be going out tonight.
You've gone to your fair share of clubs in your youth, but tonight didn't feel like one of those nights. A visit to one of your favorite social spots, that doubles as one of the most famous cocktail bars in Sydney, will do the trick.
There's a special someone who's on your mind, though, and you almost squeal upon hearing the news that he's landed safely in your city. Mr.Jeon Jungkook, your latest boy crush and the guy you've been talking to for the past few days, will be meeting you there.
He's wearing sunglasses indoors like he's famous.
"I don't know who you think you are," you smile. He looks like he's an undercover celebrity or something. You approach him, leaning over on the bar counter. He's holding a thick glass of craft beer, flashing a smile.
"Nice to see you too, doll," he leers. He puts down his glass and hugs you, the coldness of his leather jacket against your skin. He's wearing cologne, a deep and mysterious sandalwood scent with a vanilla undertone. You squeeze him one last time.
"So you're competing this weekend? Rip Curl is a big deal," you hum, keeping your hands on his chest with a smile.
"I am, I landed this morning. I still can't believe they canceled my flight. The only one available was one three days later, so I was stuck in one of the best surf spots in the world for three days…" Jungkook hisses sarcastically. "Total bummer."
"Well you're just in time," you assure. With a quick gesture to the bartender, you order your regular with a side of wings. "The night is young. This is just our rendezvous point."
Jungkook raises his glass to that.
Back at the hotel, Namjoon is looking over the registration for the competition. This schedule has to be on point. He leans back on his chair in front of his laptop, scanning that everything's there before shutting it down and pushing his chair out from under the desk.
Yoongi emerges from the bathroom with a towel resting comfortably over his adonis belt. His short black hair covers half of his face, his lips in a small pout. He walks to his bed, opening his small suitcase.
"He's out with y/n." Namjoon checks his phone for the time. "I'm pretty sure he's getting laid," he laughs.
"Even love is politics to him, I kinda feel bad for her." He grabs his deodorant out of a small toiletry bag.
"I have this feeling about her, I don't know," he sighs.
Yoongi shoots him a disapproving look."What do you mean?"
"I think he might fall for her. She's beautiful...the exact opposite of him, but beautiful," Namjoon says, reaching for his hoodie on the bed. "It's not long before he realizes his tough guy act is bullshit."
"Jungkook would sell his left nut before he admits he has feelings for someone," Yoongi scoffs. Namjoon shrugs.
"Only time will tell."
The movie starts at eight o'clock. You and Jungkook are only a little buzzed outside of the theater. He smells faintly like beer, but you're too in love to care. He has you in his arms, rocking you softly and laughing at an old funny story.
It's cold, and you use that as an excuse to wrap your arms around Jungkook's waist, under his jacket. His chest rises and falls softly, the timbre of his voice buzzing against your face. He gathers the wisps of your hair and tucks them behind your ear. If Dad saw you like this he'd have a heart attack.
He's perfect. Throughout this whole day, he's been nothing but an angel towards you. After you met up at the bar, you went for some late night frozen yogurt before spending the entire drive making out in the backseat of the car. Your lips taste like strawberries, and it drives him wild.
"C'mon doll, we gotta get inside," he hums.
"Do we have to?" you sigh, prompting Jungkook to check his wristwatch for the time. The time reads seven forty-five.
"Yesss~" he insists, unlatching you from his waist and firmly weaving his fingers into yours. He rubs the back of your hand as you walk into the theatre, the scent of popcorn and the cold air hitting you both. The film begins shortly.
Throughout the film, Jungkook's arm is around you, and he seems to pull you closer with every passing minute. His lips chastely kiss the top of your head, relaxed by your scent. For a moment, he slips out of his cover, just to watch your eyes.
You're so perfect, it feels like a dream. You're kind to him, and you talk to him like you're genuinely interested in what he has to say, even if it's dumb.
Walking home, he explains his wildest stories about highschool parties, following them up with nostalgic conversations about his favorite TV shows, citing the significance that Power Rangers had on him and his dreams as a kid.
As you walk beside him, you watch the way his eyes light up looking back at you, a stifled smile peeking through his lips. For a moment, you're his.
The brilliant moon dazzles, the playful reflection of it glittering in the peaking water in the distance. The lights of the city, warm as a fire, are a gentle glow and a heartwarming welcome to the boats docking at the port.
Your house in Sydney isn't as lived-in as you'd like it to be. The walls aren't bare, the cabinets aren't bare, but the cleanliness of the place is off-putting. It is a summer home that you bought to retreat with your boyfriends and have parties when you were younger with friends you had met at your Dad's contests.
There were so many men you had met just like Jungkook. They're handsome, young, and want to win your Daddy's surfing competition, and you want someone to keep your bed warm for the night and your heart full, no matter the means. It occurred to you that your value, according to the men who dated you, waxed and waned like phases of the moon depending whether or not your Daddy's going to host a competition.
That was fine. It was your fantasy. Going out all day with Jungkook, pretending like he gave a shit about your feelings. He had to fake it to make it, right? You couldn't blame him if you tried. You knew.
Still, you take him upstairs and tell him to undress. Still, you tell him you want it badly. Still, you drop on your knees and pull his cock out to kiss the tip like he's yours.
Your tongue coats the entire slit, sweeping below to suck and kiss at the underside with his hands grabbing at the bed sheets. He gasps and whines, his eyes fluttering with pleasure as you adorn his cock with your pretty mouth. You take it in your throat, hollowing your cheeks and bobbing softly, his thighs flexing as the tip of his pretty dick brushes the back of your throat. Jungkook strokes your cheek with his thumb, warning you that he'll cum if you don't let off.
He pants wildly, his hand carding through his long, black hair. There's the look you're looking for. He's desperate. God, you love it when the desperation fills their eyes. They always fuck you harder when they're desperate.
He uses you as a pawn. Jungkook is a politician. He uses sex like a tool in order to get what he wants. You're a whore and love being one, love being used by the men who win the competition because you love being their trophy. You encourage him to use you like that.
Fuck you like that.
Feel you like that.
Take you by your pretty pearls and fuck yourr pussy raw until it drips with the victor's cum.
He manipulates you to where his head is buried between your legs, kissing, sucking, licking and thrusting at you with his tongue while his hands are settled on either one of your thighs, firmly keeping your hips connected to his hot mouth. He explores your texture and taste, amazed at just how much arousal replenishes itself when he teases your clit enough. His chin coated with your arousal, he shifts up to kiss you with vigor, hissing as his cock slaps against your abdomen. It's heavier than you're used to, girthier than you're used to. That thrills you.
You spend a moment fishing for a condom in your nightstand before ripping the foil package and hastily rolling the lubricated latex down his entire length, keeping his eyes on you.
You readjust yourself, your thighs draping over his thighs casually as his lips clash with yours, hungrily groaning while his hands press his tip into your tight cunt. He groans instantly, cursing under his breath.
He leans back with a wry smile painted on his face. "Fuck, you're tight. My tongue didn't stretch you enough, did it, doll?" You play with the hair on his nape, shaking your head, amused.
"Mmmh…" you hum. He cautiously presses in, his fingers making light work of your sensitive cunt, tracing small and tight circles on your clit as he fills you out.
You tense, your mouth gaping open in surprise as a wave of arousal. Slightly concerned, Jungkook hovers over your face, examining it before feeling you clench hard around him and coat him with it. "Hhoooly fuck,"
You caress his jaw, enticing him closer to kiss your lips deeply as he penetrates you. You retreat softly, opting to kiss his mandible, instead.
His body pulls and pushes you like waves crashing on sand, his body tensing and releasing as he engages each muscle to please you. Just as the tide rolls in, he comes in to reap your abundant pleasure from your body until the sun surges beyond the blue horizon, rippling water refracting its rays in an elegant, shimmering dance.
You're early out of bed. You've made it a habit to get up early to greet the day, because every day deserves to be seized. The potential excites you.
You shower, cleaning every surface of your body and covering yourself in the perfume of your soaps. The steam cleanses you, leaving you feeling refreshed. You come out of the shower, a simple robe wrapped around your body. You sit at your vanity, opening up your collection of perfumes and beauty products. Jungkook hovers over you, his clothes thrown on him.
"We fucked on the first date, so you're definitely going to win, aren't you? You're a winner, Jungkook," you say as you do your makeup in front of the vanity. You snap your foundation close, watching for any blemishes in your skin.
"What are you talking about?" Jungkook smiles, approaching you confidently. "Of course I'm gonna win, I'm the best competitor," he says with no hesitation.
"Hm," you sigh. "Do you think you're the first to have this idea, Jeon? Date his daughter, he'll do anything to make his babygirl happy? Newsflash!" You smirk.
You put your gloss down and meet his eyes. He's terrified. He's horrified. He's more naked than he was last night at this very moment, and he doesn't know how to handle himself. A kind of numbness radiates through his body.
"That's right," you hush. "Now...Listen closely."
All the color flushes from his face, his pale complexion next to ghostly, even in the morning sun.
"At this point I don't care if you're just using me, truth is, I know you are and what happens next. All I ask is for you to be my little fantasy for this week and pretend you love me even when you're leaving me."
"It's not much to ask, Jeon," you bat your pretty eyes. "Just be my little boyfriend. You win the competition, I get to feel something again."
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Jungkook snaps out of it, pushing you off of him. He shakes his head. "What the fuck are you talking about?!"
"I'm talking about the fact that we both need each other. You don't love me, Jeon. You're a businessman, snap out of it." You're right. This is all fake, and that's how he wanted it.
So, as to why it takes all of his strength to not scream out another lie, Jungkook is left without an answer. This is all that he's ever wanted from you.
"Look," you sigh. "There's a benefit to us being together, just like there was a benefit of a relationship between a duke and a princess. You want that gold, don't you? I want you," you hum, caressing his face.
"Don't be a pussy about it."
Jungkook reaches for your hand and plucks it off his face, lowering it while staring deeply into you and then fleeing.
You're left standing in your own bedroom, contemplating his reaction.
Namjoon picks up his fork at the downstairs breakfast bar, shoveling scrambled eggs into his mouth as Yoongi sits opposite of him with his arms crossed.
"The eggs are not going anywhere…" Yoongi slurs, watching Namjoon with an amused sneer. Namjoon shoots him a look and continues eating.
"Good morning!" Someone who looks like they work at the hotel approaches their table. Namjoon puts his fork down and greets her.
"Good morning. Can I help you?" He says.
"Yes! Actually…" The girl is blushing, as if she's embarrassed for asking. "Aren't you Jungkook's manager? Is he in town?"
Yoongi eyes her. "Yes?"
"Well, I was wondering if I could get an autograph? He'll be competing here tomorrow, right?" She sheepishly pulls out a small, folded photo of Jungkook at the 2005 junior championships in Santa Barbara and hands it to Yoongi.
He looks so young here. He's actually got some light in his eyes, wearing a genuine smile. The picture depicts him running out of the water with one of his antiquated boards under his arm, confident in his run. Yoongi purses his lips and glances up at the fan.
"Yeah, sure." Namjoon takes the picture from Yoongi's fingertips and takes a good look at it. "I don't know when he'll be here, though, so no promise--"
Across the dining room, Jungkook appears with his hands in his pockets, clearly ticked off about something. He is visibly a mess, fidgeting with his bracelets and not making eye contact as he paces toward the table.
"Uh…" Yoongi trails, puzzled as Jungkook snaps open a silver sharpie and scribbles a signature on the photo, handing it back to the fan.
"Hey, thanks for supporting us," he nods before dismissing her. Jungkook forces a smile towards his friends and walks on his way toward the elevator. They share a look before gathering their belongings and following after him.
"The competition is about to begin, so everyone who is spectating, please proceed to the designated seating area!" A coordinator booms through a megaphone. There's a slight drizzle, the soft sand polka-dotted with rain. Your feet are buried in it and you're sitting with your binoculars on your lap facing the ocean. Today is humid; the excitement and anxiety in the air hangs heavy.
You cross your legs, glancing down at the itinerary. The venue is pretty empty, except for a few very important spectators who your Dad invited to witness the competition. They're all from the world surf league, judging prospects and looking over statistics in order to calculate whether or not someone's worth sponsoring. It's all very tedious work.
In the parking lot, Jungkook is fumbling with his swim short strings, tying them together loosely. He adjusts his bracelets and takes a peek at the ocean. The waves look a little choppy right now, but they should clear up by noon. Right now the only thing on his mind is performing.
"So, what you don't want to do," Namjoon begins, handing Jungkook his surfboard, "is to not take risks. The WSL likes ambition, they want to see you attempt those more difficult jumps." He sets his hands on his hip, looking him once over. "Got it? Your head isn't in the clouds is it?"
"Nah," Jungkook sighs. "I got it. I know I do," he pulls his shoulders back. Namjoon has never seen Jungkook so down about a girl. It's ridiculous.
In Namjoon's perspective, Jungkook has never been one to wear his heart on his sleeve. He was dangerous to fall in love with, the kind of guy that your best friends would whisper about during class or rant about in group calls to their best friends.
Seeing him like this was another kind of unnatural. The vulnerability made him soft. "You weren't like this when Hoseok told you the plan. You were all for it. Now, what's wrong?"
Jungkook does something he'd never thought he'd do previously. He pouted. "Cause...she's like," his voice gets quiet. "Cause she's hot…"
Namjoon raises an eyebrow. "Cause she's hot? You're fucked up, on that sweet shit for the girl you weren't supposed to get attached to?" He has to bite his lip to keep from laughing. Namjoon just says, "okay," instead, gesturing towards the entrance of the beach. "Go on."
"If Yoongi were here he'd laugh at your ass," Namjoon yells. From far away, Jungkook shakes his head.
He couldn't help it. Yesterday was the most fun he had in years, and it's something he'll keep in his heart forever. You're not interested in him, though. At least, you won't allow yourself to be seriously interested. It was like something out of a novel.
He thinks back to the romances he's read, about how the male protagonist was always forced to shift his perspective to then become a better man and finally get the girl.
He knows he should be respectful and give you your space. It's true that he is using you, but would it be entirely wrong of him to fall in love? It's not a bad thing to fall in love. He needs to be clear about how he feels about you. Maybe then you'll consider him. Right now he needs to get you out of his head.
The rain clears, the sun peaking through the clouds that paint the sky. A rolling wave emerges from the deep, marking the beginning of a long competition day.
It goes well, Jungkook is high enough in the ranks to win this thing, regardless of any interference. He might not even need your help. Proudly, you point to him as he completes a routine. "That's him, look."
Your father is busy speaking in a semi-huddle with his friends, not paying the slightest attention to the show. The judges are only barely watching Jungkook, buried in their clipboards. It's a rainy day, so no one really came out to see him.
Afterwards, you encounter him walking back to his stand after finishing his round. He screws the cap off of a water bottle and chugs it all down in record time. "What's up?" He pants.
"You were great out there, almost like you didn't even need my help."
"Oh yeah? Well maybe I didn't," he says, keeping a straight tone. He breaks into a smile, indicating that he's just playing with you. The way his chest fluctuates with every breath gives you flashbacks to last night when you were on top of him. Before you know it, you're spaced out.
"Uhm," he stutters. "Are you okay?"
"Mm? Oh," You lift your eyes, "Yes, mhm."
His face falls, remembering the state he had left you in earlier. "Hey, before I forget...I wanted to talk to you about what you said this morning? What did you mean by all of that, that thing about you being the princess and me being the duke?" Jungkook buries his board on the sand and stands before you now.
"That it's obvious we're using each other. You do like me because if I go out with you, you'll win the competition, right? I like you because I get to pretend...you're my actual boyfriend," you admit.
"What if I actually had feelings for you? What would you think then?" Jungkook implores.
"Do you have feelings for me, then?" You laugh. That's a ridiculous idea. What scares you is that he looks serious. How dare you even entertain it. He's a user. You've known his type, and they don't change until they're broken. You doubt you're the one to change things for him.
To Jungkook, you look insulted. His confidence is shot down, so he falls silent. Your eyes are on him, awaiting a response, still. "I do, actually," he says.
Clap!
A loud rumbling or crashing noise is heard after a blinding flash. Wind rushes through the judging tents, the rain pattering loudly against the roofs of the cabanas. Everything goes dark apart from the blazing lightning that erupts from the sky.
People come rushing into the cabanas, grabbing everything they can and running off the beach. Jungkook remains, his feet planted on the ground as wind thrashes his shorts and whips around his hair. "I like you, y/n. You can disqualify me from the competition, give the gold to someone else, I'll still like you. You're someone I can let my guard down around, I don't know." He mumbles. "You're a good person," he says, with his whole chest.
"I'm really not," you shake your head. "Even if I was, did you expect me to just forgive you for using me anyway so that we could date?"
Jungkook struggles with his thoughts before composing an answer. "Yes. I thought you felt the same way," he replied.
"I don't," you lie, gripping your itinerary. "We're having fun, but I need this to be temporary. I'm sorry."
Far in the distance, a voice calls out for Jungkook. He keeps his eyes on yours, filling with grief and utter despair. With hesitation, he turns from you and runs off with his board above his head, through the heavy rain.
The moment you saw his face when you'd uttered those words you regretted it. If you take back what you said now, you'd seem insincere. Maybe it really is for the best. That's what you tell yourself when you get on that flight back to New York City.
When Jungkook was younger, he thought that the world would be his. He felt like it already was. He had a sense of wonder about the world that persisted throughout his childhood. He was a shining light for all those who he came across. Maybe he wasn't the best student, but he didn't mind, so long as he enjoyed life to the fullest.
His Dad would drive him out on the weekends to the ocean, letting him lose himself in the endless waves. When he got back, he'd always sleep through the night.
Surfing became his biggest escape, and his best friend. It was his therapy and his refuge. Even when Namjoon couldn't console him, the ocean could. When his first girlfriend broke his heart, and left it shattered in pieces, he'd surf to get his mind off of the pain. You were the ocean that he let himself drown in.
You, with your disregard for what he felt for you. You, with your lustful intentions. You had abandoned him. Anger overcame him, one last fight against the forces pulling him into the abyss.
He lashes his body forward in an attempt to swim, but fails to tread the water.
Water fills his lungs and weighs his chest, his body aching with agony. It was as if you'd driven a blade through his chest and withdrew it, leaving a bleeding chasm of unrequited affection. You cast him off your ship, and as he sinks to the bottom of this boundless ocean, he keeps his eyes open to the twinkling sunlight seeping through the water, reaching for him. It is the last thing he sees before his body surrenders to the cold feeling, and he sleeps.
The following months go down like this: you continue with your life without giving Jungkook a second thought. Classes take up most of your time as the year matures, so little time is left for you to contemplate anything other than getting into graduate school at UC Santa Barbara. You want to feel like you've earned it, even if you probably didn't.
Jungkook goes back to California, having won gold at Rip Curl. He was approached by countless agencies and sponsors regarding the medal, but he turned all of them down, claiming he'd be on hiatus for personal reasons for the following season.
Namjoon discourages the decision, and they eventually go their separate ways. Conversation between them ran dry after a handful of weeks. They ran out of things to say to each other. Jungkook wasn't bitter about it. He understood.
Yoongi's still around. He did end up finding love with that girl he met at Taehyung's party. They're doing well. They're celebrating their two year anniversary together next month. Jungkook couldn't be happier for them.
As for you and Jungkook, when it comes time to update his phone, he loses your number. He does wonder about you, periodically. He heals.
Now he sits by the edge of the ocean, overlooking the horizon. He takes a breath, his feet in the water. It is a beautiful day today.
"If it isn't Jeon Jungkook," you say with a smile.
Jungkook whips his head back. "Y/N?!" He rises from the sand. He struggles to regain his balance, in disbelief. "Y/N!"
You nod frantically, grinning. He throws himself into your arms and hugs you the tightest he ever has. "Oh my God," he sighs. "What the fuck are you doing in Cali?"
"I'm doing my masters at UC Berkeley! Hoseok said you still lived around here, so I...kinda took a shot in the dark." He squeezes the life out of you, truly happy to see you again.
"Wow, that's great for you," he lets go, smiling bittersweetly. "Wow."
You shrug and set your bag down. "Also, I came to apologize for...literally everything that happened between us."
Jungkook shakes his head softly, keeping one hand on your arm. "No, you don't have to apologize. I fucked up too. I thought I was too good for love back then-- that sounds stupid," he laughs.
"No, it doesn't, really, it's fine!" You interject.
"Anyways, when you challenged that, I guess I kinda broke out of it. I should be thanking you."
There are a few key notable differences about Jungkook. He's cut off all his promise bracelets. He's wearing a big straw hat, an old pair of Ray-Bans, a button-down Hawaiian shirt, and colorful swim shorts, an outfit that he would have made fun of a retired surfer for wearing.
He seems a lot calmer, especially during your casual coffee date. He's telling you all these stories about how he navigated life after Sydney, and what he does for a living (he fixes cars and does odd jobs on the side). He's actually taking a few financial literacy courses at community college.
"So do you have, like, a wife now too, or?" You ask casually, bringing your coffee cup to your lips.
Jungkook laughs. "No, actually."
You pretend you're surprised. "Oh~"
"Surprising, right? I've always been such an eligible bachelor," he hisses, a smirk growing on his lips. "No. I'm single," he says with a sweet undertone.
"My ex left me the day I told him I was headed west. He couldn't handle the long distance," you sigh.
"At least he was honest." He forks a section of his waffle and eats it. "I could, I just haven't really…" met anyone quite like you, he wanted to say.
"Yeah, me neither."
In Jungkook's eyes, you've only gotten prettier. You're a little more reserved. It seems as if your days of going through men like dirty laundry are far behind you. He has to ask."How do you feel about yourself lately?"
"Weird question…" you trail.
"Oh, I'm sorry, is it like...personal?" Jungkook stammers.
"No, it's okay," you place your hand over him on the table. "I feel a lot better. I'm ready to move on and start something new. California is it for me."
"You're getting my hopes up," he jokes. You give him a sincere look, indicating that he may be correct about your intentions. "Y/N...you didn't come all the way over here to UCSB just for the law program, did you?" He slowly realizes.
You shake your head. "No, I didn't."
"You came here to find me, didn't you?"
"Yes, I did."
Jungkook's eyes flicker down, contemplating what happens next. "I don't know," he concludes. "I want to get to know you better, for who you are now."
"That's fair. We were kids, right? Playing games with each other's hearts like it was nothing." Silence grows between you, not one of discomfort or contentedness, but one holding tension that one might identify as heated anticipation. It's almost sexual.
"Both of us," he says, "Both of us did things we regret. I don't regret falling for you." Jungkook wedges his fingers between yours on the wooden table. His hands are so warm. You're reminded of the day his body was tangled between yours, and how he embraced you.
You talk all night. You talk about what went wrong. You talk about what went right. You talked about his goals, his plans, his situation. Now that you're here maybe he'll consider going back out and catching a wave of two. He confesses that he hasn't grabbed his board and headed out there in years. You listen, intrigued by him and how much he's truly opened up.
He seems so much happier now. You can see it in his face. The wonder he had as a child has returned to his eyes. He no longer has to run from his feelings. "I'm so proud of you," you hum.
You hadn't taken notice until now, but it's now dark out.
The night sky sparkles above you, through the glass of the diner. The place is empty now. You're the only remaining couple still occupying a table.
The lights are dim, and there are only a few employees still tending to tables. They're whispering about some old rumor concerning the boss and his failed marriage.
"It's so late," you yawn, leaning on your hands.
"So it is," Jungkook rubs the back of your hand with his thumb in adoration. "Do you have a place to stay for the night?"
"No~" you whine. You're too tired to think.
"Would you let me take you home?" He asks, taking his credit card out of his wallet to pay. You nod. Two old movie tickets slip out of the leather. They're from that one day. Curiously, you pick them up.
"Did you actually keep these?" you laugh, softly.
"Mhm…" he hums. "It was one of the best days of my life." He holds them between his fingers as he pays the bill. He carefully tucks them back into his wallet afterwards.
You leave the booth, making sure everything was there in your Burberry purse before walking out to his car.
Down the road is the ocean. Waves crash against the shore loudly. Jungkook walks out into the parking lot, his footsteps tapping against the moonlit asphalt. You stay behind to watch, sitting on the curb of the pavement. The sounds of crickets surround you, a strange yet beautiful lullaby. You have a feeling you're right where you're supposed to be.
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a/n: happy holidays.
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"I'm sorry it had to be me." ~ Jeon Jungkook
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Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Angst, Mafia AU
Warnings: Death
Word Count: 1.13K
Summary: When the pen that writes the end of your story lies in the hands of your lover.
A/N: So, I have never written a mafia au before, but I literally woke up even before the sun rose just because I dreamt of this very concept and I just knew I had to write it!! I'm not really into angsty endings, but I've decided to go with the way it ended in my dream. I really hope you like it!!
You knew this day would come, there was no running away from it. The day you set eyes on him, you just knew how it would end. From the very first kiss, instead of sweet whispers and giddy love confessions, you would remind each other of your dreadful fate. The first time he pushed you into his silk bedsheets, you told him how you wished you both could run away from the lives that you both lived.
Yet, you didn’t stop. Even though you should have, you didn’t. From stone-cold glares to eyes filled with tears, he never hesitated to fix your brokenness with his embrace. He never feared kissing away your pain even if he had to rush the two of you behind a car so that no one would notice. He would ever so softly clean your wounds and apologize in hushed whispers because it was his gang that hurt you. He would place tender kisses to your knees that were bruised and comfort you with arms that always wanted to protect you from the world. Even though he never said it, you knew it. You knew he loved you.
You could see it in those precious brown orbs of his, you could see the quiver of his lips as he watched you enter his room. You could see the tremble in his hand as he held the one thing that the two of you feared the most.
“Did it really have to be you?” he whispered, a single tear falling from his eye and onto the wooden flooring. “Please,” he begged, walking towards you with slow, petrified steps. He was so afraid, he so desperately wished there would be another answer, that what he heard wouldn’t be true. Even if you had lied to him at that very moment, he could've let it all go. But his eyes screwed shut when a heart-wrenching pain pulsated through his chest as he saw you nod.
“Darling,” he whimpered, finally reaching you to tenderly hold your head. With gentle eyes, he willed himself to absorb the very existence of you before him. The way your hair was held back messily with a tie that he knew was on the verge of snapping, the way the short ends of your hair always fell straight into your eyes, but his hands were always there to tuck them away. The way heavy tears made their way down the side of your nose, the way your tongue swiped out to run over your cracked lips.
Oh, your lips. If he could, he would only watch them for the rest of his life. If he could, he would make you sit still as he sketched an outline of them onto a piece of paper, only to realize that he would never get tired of telling you how beautifully they were sculpted. He found it difficult to look at you without reaching down to kiss them, so that’s just what he did.
“I’m sorry,” you cried, your arms reaching up to hold him as you stood on the tips of your toes. He whimpered as he pulled you against him, leaving no space between the two of you. Even though you didn’t want to, you understood him. Because there was no turning back.
When he pushed you against the couch for the last time, climbing over you and letting his mouth travel over the expanse of your chest for the very last time, you watched him pause over your sternum, letting his tears moisten your skin as he tenderly kissed the area above your heart. His eyes were red, tears streaming down his face even though you wiped them away countless times.
“Why did it have to be you?” he wept, looking up at you with so much love and regret.
You didn’t know. You didn’t know why it had to be you. Maybe it was your cursed fate. Maybe it was the family that brought you up. Whatever it was, you didn’t have the heart to admit it. He nodded, understanding you nevertheless, leaning forward to place a firm kiss on the corner of your lips, leaving tiny trails of his love over your skin.
“You killed him,” he mumbled against your cheek, reaching down to pull the fabric of your shirt over your chest again. “You killed my brother.”
“I had no choice,” you tried to explain, letting your fingertips roam over his arms, feeling utterly ashamed and broken.
"I know, darling."
As much as he knew it, you knew it too. You knew why he couldn’t stop the tears from escaping, you knew why he moved against you with a burning passion. You knew it all, and that’s what hurt the most.
“I’m sorry it had to be me,” you muttered, gently moving his brown locks away from his forehead. With a watery smile, you pulled his face down to kiss him again. He melted against you, yet you felt your blood run cold when you felt a soft pressure against your chest.
“I’m sorry it had to be me, too.”
And with that, he pressed his head into the curve of your neck, a soft cry leaving his lips as he pushed the knife into you.
"It's okay," you croaked, a trail of blood oozing out of your mouth. "It's okay."
His body trembled on top of you, his heart breaking at the whimper that reached his ears, your fingers clutching his arm with all the life that you had left within you. “I’m sorry,” he blubbered, leaving repeated wet kisses against your throat in hopes that he could relieve at least some of your pain, his wrist twisting the knife deeper into your sternum even though he didn’t want to.
“Jungkook…” he heard you wince, “I love you.”
And even if he felt the hair on his arms stand, even if his heart skipped a beat at the words he so desperately wanted to tell you, right from the very moment you let your lips trace the outline of the scar on his cheek the first time he spent the night with you, he knew there was no turning back. Even if he wished he would’ve just whispered them back to you before your grip on him loosened, even if he wished he showed you just how much he loved you before you breathed out your last breath, there was no turning back.
Even if he screamed in agony as he felt your blood paint his skin red, even if he pulled down the curtains and kicked over the table, even if he held that very knife that took you away from him against his own wrist, he knew there was no turning back.
There was no way he could let you know that he loved you too.
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Gradation, Part 3.5 | JJK
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Gradation, Part 3.5 (drabble) gra·​da·​tion | \ grā-ˈdā-shən , grə- \
Definition: 1a: a series forming successive stages 1b: a step or place in an ordered scale 2: an advance by regular degrees 3: a gradual passing from one tint or shade to another
–Source: Merriam-Webster
✮ ✮ ✮ Gradation Masterlist ✮ ✮ ✮
Pairing: JJK x reader
Genre: AU; mature content; Best friend!JJK; best friends to lovers; fluff; angst; slow burn; series
Word count: 1.8K+ words
Warnings: childhood memories; mentions death of a character (not major, though); super soft JK; baby JK and baby YN; marriage; long-term relationships; engagement; OC is left at the altar; lots of fluff; excessive angst; thirsty thots; smut; feelings of sadness and depression; anxiety; lots of crying; excessive cussing; some alcohol consumption; psychotherapy; some light physical threats but nothing actually happens; FWB
Summary: On your wedding day, your fiancé leaves you at the altar. While reeling from the embarrassment and heartbreak, your best friend, Jungkook, wants to do everything that he can to help you heal.
A/N: Thank you for all the love you’ve shown for Gradation! I’m still writing out Part 4 and having a bit of writer’s block--BUT I came up with this drabble instead to get my brain going again. It’s a JJK POV with a mix of various flashbacks. The context is more of a train-of-thought perspective from him. This is in relation to Part 3 so you might want to read that monster first before jumping into this one.
Huge thank-you (always) to my sister-in-angst, @deepseavibez for beta'ing this. Seriously, I don’t know what I would do without your fresh perspective and thoughtful insights. Also--my sis for her offline support and giving me the idea to this because--she was dying to know what JK was thinking! Thanks for letting me bug you while you’re on vacation.
All constructive feedback is welcome!
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4:30AM
One more hour until this alarm goes off.
What the hell happened last night? More importantly, why did it happen?
What were we thinking? What the fuck was I thinking taking advantage of her like that?
She said that she wanted to kiss me. Not gonna lie, she looked really hot when we were dancing and man…if it was possible for a dude to cum back to back after watching a woman orgasm, I would have.
Wait--stop thinking about that! You just fucked your best friend. But she gave you consent? It felt right at the time but was it really? Should we have done what we did?
Ah... maybe I need one of her pills to calm myself.
I’ve known her forever. Ever since she found me hiding under the slides at pre-school, she’s been pulling me out of every shitty thing that’s happened in my life.
It seemed like it was just like yesterday.
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Why does eomma have to go to work? I hate this school already. All I got was sad looks from grown-ups and weird looks from the other kids talking about how I didn’t have a dad and teasing me because I wouldn’t take off my firefighter hat. They should just all shut up.
“Hi,” a little girl with bowl-cut bangs and pigtails. “Are you playing hide and go seek,” she asks a little too loudly.
“Go away.”
“We can share! It’s two slides so we can both hide. I’m small and you’re small.”
“I said go away!”
She was affronted but instead of leaving me there, it seemed like she took it as a challenge. “That’s a cool hat.”
“Huh?”
“Your hat. My oppa has one in red and he has a jacket with yellow stripes. He got it from when we went to the firehouse down the street from my house.”
“You live close to a firehouse,” I asked curiously. My dad used to take me to his work all the time to meet his friends.
“Yeah! It’s so cool when they wash the truck. My appa takes me and my brother there to say hi and sometimes, I get to honk the horn. There’s a big playground behind the firehouse and we go and play there after and get ice cream and it’s so yummy. Tell your appa to take you there!”
Wow, she just wouldn’t shut up.
“My appa is gone.”
“My eomma is coming to get me later. Maybe when he comes to get you, she can talk to him and tell him to bring you there.”
“No, my appa is never coming back,” I said lowly as I tried to avoid her eyes and looked at the patch of dirt that I kept kicking around with my shoe.
“Why? Where did he go?”
“Eomma said there was an accident and appa got hurt and now he’s in heaven.”
Unprompted, she hugged me tight. Little did I know, her pet goldfish had also ‘gone to heaven’ not long ago. Her dad explained to her that the fish wouldn’t come back anymore but that it would remember how much she loved and took care of it. And wherever it was, it was up in fishy heaven, happily swimming and watching over her.
“YN? YN? Are you out here?” It was the teacher. Some kids got picked up right at 3PM but since mom had to work late at the shop all the time, I was always the last to get picked up at 5:30PM.
“YN, your mommy is here!”
“I have to go,” she says as she releases me from her grip. I couldn’t help but feel a little sad.
“There you are! Oh, you made a little friend,” the teacher points out as we emerged from behind the slides.
“Hi, baby,” your mom greets you as she walks out into the schoolyard. “C’mon, let’s go! We still have to stop by the big-kid school to come get Hobi.”
She walks towards her mom’s waiting arms but stops short. “Wait,” she says as she turns back to face me. “What’s your name?”
“Jungkook,” I mumbled.
“C’mon, Jungkook,” as she takes my hand in her tiny ones and drags me towards her mom.
“Eomma, can we please, please, pleeeeease take Jungkook to the firehouse next time?”
Her mom is briefly taken aback then her face changes as if she remembered something.
She smiles warmly at me. “Is this your new friend,” she asks softly. “Hi there, sweetheart,” she greets me. “Are you new?” I nodded shyly while she still smiled at me. She then turns her attention back to her daughter, waiting expectantly. “YN darling, we should ask his parents first, okay?”
“But, but, but, he doesn’t have a daddy so can appa take him with us to the firehouse and the park and get ice cream? I don’t want him to be sad.”
“Uhm...” her mom looked apprehensive but the look of determination on her little face made her think twice about arguing with her. She was always strong-willed and once she had her mind set on something, you’d be hard pressed to distract her from it. The teacher whispers something in her mom’s ear and her expression changes from apprehension to compassion.
She crouches down to meet her daughter at eye-level to try and reach a compromise.
“Okay, sweetheart. How about we talk to his mommy first? And if she says it’s okay, then we’ll tell appa. Does that sound good?”
“Yay! Do you hear that, Jungkook? You can come with us!”
“Do you know if his mom is coming soon,” her mom asks the teacher.
“No, she usually comes much later,” she responds regrettably.
“Oh, that’s too bad. We have to leave to pick up my son. Uh--would you happen to have a phone number? Maybe I can give her a call and try to arrange some sort of play date.”
“Yes, I do. Why won’t we come back into the classroom and I can look it up in my directory.”
“Thank you. Alright, YN. Do you want to say goodbye to Jungkook for now while I try to find out if I can talk to his mommy? You’ll see him again tomorrow.”
“Buh-bye, Jungkook. I’ll be back tomorrow,” she waved as she walked back to the classroom with her mom and the teacher.
“Ok. Bye, YN,” I waved back.
She was so loud and had no regard for personal space but she was so nice to me. I couldn’t wait to see her again the next day.
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Countless amounts of playdates, carpooling, and sleepovers later, here we were--laying on the same bed together under different circumstances.
She’s seen me through my tantrums and mood swings. She knew how to calm me down and reason with me when I got upset at my mom or if I started acting out at school.
My mom did the best that she could but she was also trying to build a life for us, all on her own.
YN and her family were there to fill those gaps. It’s ironic how close Hobi-hyung and I have become after all these years. He used to only see me as another boy who wanted to take his toys from him and kiss his little sister.
Well...he was eventually right about one of those things.
I sometimes wondered what it was like to kiss her.
I held off asking out other girls during school dances to find out if someone was going to beat me by asking her first.
And sadly, I did. All the time. I had resigned myself to the fact that she was just going to be my best friend...and I was completely okay with that. She was always there for me, always showing me kindness just because she didn’t want me to be sad. I was happy about that.
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“Who the fuck does Derek Lee think he is,” she drunkenly asked as we sat in her dorm suite during senior year in college. She was going on and on about some university donor’s kid in her class.
“Who gives a shit? Here, have some more popcorn,” as I handed her a bowl while my brain buzzed with alcohol.
“Do you think I’m cute?”
The question took me by surprise and I gave her a look. “Cute?” I echoed with a mouthful of popcorn.
“Yes. Like, do you think I’m cute like, cute-pretty or just-cute?
“Uhh—I think I had one too many. What’s the difference?”
“Cute-pretty meaning you see me as someone you would date—like a girlfriend-type. S-someone you would make out with. Or cute-cute…like a pet bunny,” she slurred.
“I wouldn’t mind a pet bunny,” I chuckled.
She playfully pushed me on the shoulder. “Come on, Kook. I’m trying to get deep here. What do other girls have that I don’t? You think I look like I don’t want to be kissed like they do?” Her jaw is slack from the alcohol as she asks me pointedly.
We stared at each other for a bit. I wondered if she was actually waiting for an answer from me. And it might have been the alcohol, but instead of verbally responding, something propelled me to inch forward, closing in on her lips.
Her eyes widened and she suddenly pushed me back. “Yaaah...what the hell do you think you’re doing?!”
“I was just—“
“Ok, maybe I should have said that this was a rhetorical question. I didn’t need a demo.”
“Sorry—alcohol.”
“Hmm...maybe we should lay off the sauce. Anyway, I’m done with him. First he wants to flirt and leave these cutesy text messages then he ghosts me...” she trails off.
I tried to sleep it off that night when I got back to my off-campus apartment that I shared with Jimin and Tae. I never mentioned it to them but as I laid in bed, I thought: what if I asked her out just to test the waters? Would she say ‘yes’?
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The next day, I came to stop by her class so we could go get a snack at the cafe off-campus, as we usually did. And there he was, giving her a kiss and walking off with her shortly after, hand-in-hand. Just then, I get her text telling me that she met up with a friend and that she’ll catch up with me next week.
I told myself that it just wasn’t meant to be. She was my friend, after all and she never stopped loving me or including me in her life. I did the same.
And now, here’s my friend--sleeping peacefully next to me, dressed in hardly anything else but my shirt.
Since the day she walked away with Derek, I hadn’t thought about kissing her for a long time...until last night. And not to mention I got more than what I bargained for.
I was perfectly content having her in my life. When I least expected it, she came to me when I needed someone. She became that person--my person. She put me back together and held me that way until I found my footing.
Now, she needed me and I wondered if I could do the same for her…I wasn't sure but I’d be damned if I didn’t try my hardest.
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mysweetkittae · 2 days ago
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When The Sun Rises (Ch.18)
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01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18
Characters: Actor!Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Angst, Fluff
Word Count: 5,551
Warnings: Depression, anxiety, mentions of past child neglect, mentions of past parental death, I promise there is happiness and hope in this.
Author’s Note: This story has been around 3 years in the making, so for it to finally be out and completed is so surreal. I have poured my heart and soul into this, and regardless of what other people think, it is something I am so proud of myself for. When The Sun Rises and all of the characters hold such a special place in my heart, and I can only hope they are as dear to you too. For those of you that have read along from the beginning (even if you're a silent reader) thank you so so much, you have no idea how much it means to me ❤️ It will also be posted on AO3 if you would prefer to read it there.
Summary: Everything felt numb, the heavy weight of nothingness having long found purchase in the spaces between Jungkook's ribs. It was all he knew – to run, so far away that his fears could never catch him – until one day he couldn’t anymore. Until one day there was nowhere left for him to run; nowhere left for him to hide. And then someone came along – kind and loving and patient, the wisps of the morning rays to illuminate his endless night sky – and suddenly Jungkook didn’t want to run anymore. For the first time in his life, he no longer wanted to hide – he just wanted to be free.
Finalising the sale of the bookshop and packing everything up was… an emotional rollercoaster to say the least. Jungkook had taken some time off to come down and help them with the move, and his presence had definitely worked in calming some of Y/N's anxiety. But despite that, saying goodbye to the bookshop was never going to have been an easy task, not with how many precious memories occurred there.
“I'm so glad I walked in here that day,” Jungkook said solemnly, standing where the sofa that he had claimed as his own that first day he came used to be. “I wonder how things would’ve turned out between us if I hadn’t.”
“You might have just been another customer at the hotel. Can you imagine, us never talking?”
“I don’t even want to think about that,” he shuddered, eyes moving around the shop to permanently engrave the image in his mind, filling in the empty shell with the life it once used to be full of.
Y/N's eyes followed suit, remembering the surge of joy she felt when she first received the keys for this place. “It feels so weird knowing that this place won't belong to me anymore. I worked so hard to earn enough money for it. This place used to be my life, but now…”
“Now?”
“Now it’s you. My grandparents were right – a building is a building. This place will always hold a special place in my heart, of course, and I know I’ll love my new bookshop too, but none of that will ever be more important than you. If there's anything I've learnt in my life it’s that having people you love and care about by your side is the most important thing. I could have everything I could ever want, but if I have no one to share it with, what's the point?”
“Come here,” Jungkook mumbled as he pulled Y/N into his arms, thumb brushing over her cheek as he pressed soft kisses to her closed eyes. “You are everything to me, you know that right?”
Y/N nodded, arms tightening around his waist.
“This move is a big life change, and I know that we’re both super excited to finally be living in the same place, but I hope you know that if it ever gets to be too much, if it ever feels like it isn't the right thing for you, then you can always come back. If living in the city doesn’t make you happy, then I can move here, no questions asked. We’re in this together, we always have been.”
“You are wonderful, Jeon Jungkook,” Y/N smiled, nuzzling the crook of his neck.
The chime of the door opening broke them apart, Hoseok walking through with his arms wide open.
“Hello, hello,” Y/N called as she reciprocated the hug, smiling as Jungkook quickly took her place to wrap his arms around him as well.
“It looks so weird,” Hoseok said slowly as his eyes dragged around the building. “It’s too empty. I don’t like it.”
“I know, when I see it like this it’s like it doesn’t belong,” Y/N lamented.
“How does it look smaller even though all the stuff is gone?”
“I think it’s because it’s just an empty shell now. There's no life left to make it seem bigger,” Jungkook chimed.
Y/N hummed in agreement, fingers dancing forlornly along the counter. “I hope whoever comes here next loves this place as much as we did.”
The three of them stood staring at the shop front after locking it up for the last time, years of memories painting their faces with a melancholic smile.
“I'm really gonna miss this place,” Y/N said gently, throat threatening to close from the emotions welling in her chest.
“Me too,” Jungkook answered, eyes trained through the window to where he used to sit.
“This place is the best thing that has ever happened to me,” Hoseok added. “I'm so grateful we all met.”
“Together forever?” Y/N eventually called as she stuck her hand out, head turning side to side to meet their gazes.
“Together forever,” Jungkook and Hoseok called in unison, placing their hands on top of Y/N's.
Linking their arms tightly, the three of them walked leisurely back to the hotel, reminiscing the countless memories they had made in this town.
The removal vans had just begun loading some of the boxes by the time they had arrived back at the hotel, Hoseok's family helping out whilst Y/N's grandparents assisted from the side. The process thankfully didn’t take as long as expected, especially with so many hands helping. The buzz of moving only really started shifting into melancholy once the removal vans had set off, leaving them to make final checks and board their own cars. Hoseok and his family were going in one car since they were planning on staying for a few days to help him unpack and settle, with Jungkook, Y/N, and her grandparents going in the other car.
The journey was peculiar, a constant wave of ever-changing emotions washing over them. As Y/N drifted in and out of sleep a number of dreams came to her, the majority of them including her parents still being alive, reassuring her that everything was going to be okay.
It had been a while since she dreamt of them like this, the last time being a few years ago. Dreams like that always took longer to wake up from, Y/N's mind constantly reaching out towards her parents and begging them not to leave her again. It had become a little bit easier over the years, but it never stopped being painful. When she eventually jolted out of the final dream her heart was thrumming in her ears, breathing heavy as she tried to strengthen her grasp on reality.
“You okay?” Jungkook called, looking at her from the corner of his eye.
“Y-yeah,” she managed to groan, carefully readjusting herself in the seat. “Just… weird dream.” She glanced up at the mirror to see that her grandparents were peacefully asleep, relief spreading through her body at the sight.
“You looked pretty distressed while you were sleeping. Was it bad?” He asked in concern.
“No, not bad per se. It was just… it was my parents. I haven’t dreamt of them in a while so it took me a bit off guard I guess.”
“What happened in the dream?”
“Not much, we were just at the beach talking. I remember telling them about you and they were really happy. They told me that they were proud of me and that all they’ve ever wanted was for me to be happy” she smiled, remembering the pieces that were coming back to her.
“Really? That sounds really nice.”
“It was. But then they got up and started walking into the sea, just like they do every time I dream of them. I kept screaming at them and pulling their arms and begging them not to go but they didn’t listen. They never do. In every dream no matter what we’re doing, there comes a point where it’s like they go in a trance and walk into the water and no matter what I do I can never stop them. They keep walking into the water and then just… vanish. And I've tried going after them, but I can never catch up to them. It’s like the more I go towards them the further they go away.” Y/N put her hands up to her head, trying hard to erase the memories from her mind.
Jungkook removed his hand from the wheel and placed it on her leg, gently reassuring her. “I'm sorry that you have to keep on seeing that.”
“It’s okay, I know that it’s just my subconscious acting up. It hasn’t affected me this much in a while, but it just gets a bit exhausting when it happens one dream after the other.”
“How are you feeling now?” Jungkook asked once the silence had settled. “About moving and everything.”
“I think I'm okay with it,” she answered honestly. “I think once the rush of moving in has gone it'll be difficult for a few weeks to get used to everything, but I think I'm just excited now more than everything. I'm obviously excited about the apartment, but I honestly can't wait to work on the shop.”
“I know it'll be amazing, you’ve both worked so hard.”
“It’s still different though. We’re used to running a bookshop, but this time it’s a book café so there's a whole other world we have to deal with.”
“I mean you served food at the hotel though,” he said pointedly.
“Well yeah but that’s not the same as a dedicated book café you know? It’s a whole different vibe.”
“Fair,” Jungkook chuckled, pressing her hands to his lips. “Either way, I believe in you and I know you'll create something wonderful.”
Y/N looked at Jungkook's side profile longingly, a soft smile painted on her face.
“What?” Jungkook questioned once he noticed her staring.
“Nothing,” she said shyly as she turned to look at the view in front. “I'm just really happy.”
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 After hours of unpacking they all decided to take a break, her grandparents declaring that they were going to lie down and rest for a little bit. Y/N and Jungkook decided to lay down too, towers of boxes still piled along one of the walls in Y/N's room. A peaceful silence settled as the two of them stared up at the ceiling, a comfort enveloping them just from being near each other.
“You know,” Y/N started carefully, delicately piecing her words together, “I think the hardest thing about losing my parents was that I never got any closure. Neither of them were sick – there was no lead up to them dying, no time for me to begin processing it. One day they were there and then they just… weren’t. Losing them in itself was obviously awful, but, even to this day, the worst part about it is that I will never know what actually happened. I will never know exactly what it was that took them away from me. I will never know what they felt in their last moments. I will never get to see their bodies and say a proper goodbye. I can hope that they weren’t in immense agony or fear, but I’ll never truly know, and that’s the most painful thing.”
Jungkook rolled onto his left side, draping his right arm over Y/N and pulling her face towards him so he could press comforting kisses all over, hoping it would convey his support better than words ever could.
“I worry about you,” Y/N continued, rolling over to face him. “I worry that you won't get the closure that you need. That you deserve.”
“I think I did though, in a way. For me it’s always been different because it’s not like I had super great memories of them anyway, you know? The last time I saw them was during the final court hearing, and by that point it had been such a long time coming that it felt… almost peaceful? And I tried, you know? Before the session began I tried speaking to them one last time, because despite everything that had happened, they were still my family. I told them that whatever the outcome was I hoped they lived well, and you know what they did? My mother looked me up and down with the utmost disdain and just walked away. Even at the very end, even when a judge was about to decide her punishment for trying to ruin her child’s life, she still couldn’t bring herself to treat me with a little bit of decency. I have no idea what I expected them to say, don’t know why I let myself hope even a little bit, but that was all I needed. I wasn’t going to waste any more time on them. I remember the three of them walking away after the ruling, and yeah, there was a part of me that broke, but not more than they had already shattered it before. When I knew that I was never going to see them again, I felt relief. Like, knowing that I would never have to see them again filled me with such a sense of freedom that I had never experienced before in my life. It felt like that constant fear I had always felt just… vanished. And I wasn’t alone, not when I had Namjoon and everyone else by my side. They were my real family, they always had been. That was all the closure I needed.”
“I'm so happy you have Namjoon,” she whispered, fingers delicately tucking his hair behind his ear. “I'm so happy you have all of them in your life.”
“Me too,” he whispered back, hand overlapping Y/N's.
They remained like that for some time, gentle touches holding them together, until Jungkook hesitantly took a deep breath and began talking. “I… umm… actually, th-there's something I've been thinking about.”
“What is it?”
“Umm… do… do you remember? I told you once that Namjoon's parents wanted to… to a-adopt me at one point, but that my mother refused?”
Y/N nodded, prompting Jungkook to continue.
“They didn’t try again after that because we all knew that my mother would never concede, and that broke my heart more than I can even explain. All I had ever wanted was to officially be a part of their family, and knowing that it wouldn’t happen hurt too much, so I tried distancing myself a little bit. I had always considered them my own parents, and a few times I had even accidentally called them Mum and Dad, but after that point I made a conscious effort to stop thinking of them as my parents. I know it made them sad, even to this day, but it was the only way I knew how to protect myself. I had thought that after so many years that feeling would go away and that I would be content with how things were, but it’s still there, and I don’t think it will ever go away. Every time I see them, all I want is for them to be mine.”
“You… you want them to adopt you,” Y/N said carefully, more a statement than a question.
Jungkook nodded, burying his head deeper into her neck. “What if they say no?” He whispered, voice breaking with the fearful thought. “What if they don’t want me anymore?”
“They will always want you, Jungkook. They are your real family, they will always love you.”
“But… how do I even ask them? It’s been so long.”
“Maybe bring up the last time?” Y/N suggested. “Or start with other childhood memories if you don’t want to jump straight to that.”
“I'm so scared, Y/N, what if they say no?” Jungkook worried, fear coursing through his veins.
“You won't know for sure until you ask them, but I'm fairly certain they won't.”
“Can you come with me? I'd feel a lot better if you were there.”
“As much as I would love to, I really think this is something you guys need to do alone. I’ll only be a phone call away for whenever you need me, but this is between you and them. And Jungkook?”
“Hmm?”
“Whatever happens, everything will be okay.”
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 Jungkook's fingers and lips were almost raw with how much he had gnawed them in anticipation, waiting for Aunty and Uncle to show up at his house. As promised Y/N was on standby, reassuring him over the phone that she had full faith that everything would turn out well.
His heart lurched out of his chest as soon as he heard the doorbell ring, breath catching in his lungs at the fear of what might happen next. Their ever-sweet smiles managed to settle him slightly as he welcomed them through the door, but although his nerves calmed throughout dinner, they rapidly rose again once he knew it was time to breach the topic.
It shouldn’t have surprised him when they looked on at him in concern, crossing the space to sit either side of him, yet it still took him aback.
“What's wrong, baby? Is everything okay?” Hwayoung asked cautiously, fingers running through his hair.
“Y-yeah, e-everything’s okay.”
“Is something bothering you? You’ve looked worried all night,” Joohwan remarked, lines deepening in his forehead.
“No, it’s not that, it’s…” Jungkook sighed deeply, bracing himself for what was about to come. “Do you remember? When I was younger, there… there was that time you went to speak to my parents about adopting me.”
They nodded, confusion swirling around their eyes.
“It went horribly, and my mother said such vile things to you. I hated it,” he trailed off, jaw clenched at the memory, “I didn’t know how to face you after that.”
“That wasn’t your fault though, baby,” she consoled.
“Still, it made me so angry. You're so important to me and the fact that she even thought about laying a finger on you? I was fuming, but more than that I was heartbroken. I never brought it up again after that, I knew it would be pointless since she would never agree, and it hurt. All I had ever wanted was for you both to be my parents, and I knew that I couldn’t have that. So I tried distancing myself, as I'm sure you noticed,” he chuckled bitterly as they both nodded.
“And I tried, you know? I tried so hard to see Namjoon and Kyungmin as just my friends and you guys as just their parents, but that longing never went away. After all these years,” Jungkook whispered, “I still just want to be yours.”
“Jungkook… what is it that you're trying to say?” Joohwan asked carefully.
“I don’t know if you still feel the same way, and it’s okay if you don’t – the last thing I want is for you to feel pressured, but… if you would have me… I want, more than anything else in the world, for you to adopt me.”
“You… you really mean that?” They asked in awe, not quite believing what they were hearing.
Jungkook nodded timidly, heart pounding in his ears at what their answer might be.
“Why… why now? Why didn’t you tell us once you turned eighteen?” She asked.
“I was too scared.”
“Of what? We love you, Jungkook, you know that.”
“Yeah well, when has my brain ever been kind to me?” Jungkook scoffed painfully.
They both instantly wrapped their arms tightly around him, almost suffocating him with their embrace. “We love you so, so much, Jungkook – we always have and we always will. It would be our honour to finally adopt you.”
“Wait,” Jungkook startled, pulling back. “You… you mean it? You really want to adopt me?”
“More than anything else,” they smiled, blinking the tears away.
“Now,” Hwayoung sniffled, fixing her clothes and leaning to grab her phone, “should we call the kids over and tell them?”
Whilst it wasn’t unusual for Namjoon, Seokjin, and Kyungmin to be called over without notice, they certainly didn’t expect to be told that Jungkook was legally being adopted into their family. Albeit in shock, everyone was all smiles and hugs as they started making plans about starting the legal proceedings as soon as possible.
When things had eventually started to settle, Namjoon tugged Jungkook to the kitchen, leaning on the kitchen counter out of sight of everyone else. “You know you don’t have to do this, right?” Namjoon started, eyes scanning Jungkook's expression. “I mean obviously I would love for you to legally be my brother, but even without it we’re family; whether you like it or not,” Namjoon said, playfully poking Jungkook in the stomach.
“No I know, but this is something I've wanted for a long time but was too afraid to ask for. You guys are my family and you always have been, but now I want everyone to know that too. I've lived my whole life in fear of the people who gave birth to me but I don’t want to do that anymore. I don’t want to let them stop me from being happy any more than they already have.”
“As long as you're sure about this,” Namjoon confirmed, hand resting on Jungkook's head.
“I'm never been more sure of anything in my life,” Jungkook answered, each word filled with the utmost sincerity.
☽ ☼ ☾
 Amidst working on his own projects and helping Y/N and Hoseok set up the café, the next few months were spent in a whirlwind of seemingly endless documents and anxiously awaiting for the court hearing, praying to every God out there that the judge would see how clear-cut their case was and approve.
They knew it would be approved, it had to be given the recorded history of Jungkook's birth family, yet –
Yet…
It took everything in Jungkook to quell the perpetual state of nausea he had found himself in – every single possible outcome zipping through his mind during every waking moment, not even granting him peace in the depths of his slumber, twisting in and out and around every crevice, strangling each of his vessels as it took over it the entirety of his being.
“Hey, everything will be okay,” Y/N whispered as she kissed his hand, clasping it tightly in her own to keep him grounded.
“I feel sick,” Jungkook groaned, free arm wrapping around his abdomen.
“It'll be over soon, hmm?” She reassured, pulling him into a hug.
The day had finally arrived for court hearing, and needless to say, Y/N was one of the few reasons Jungkook hadn’t completely lost his sanity yet. Everything about this courtroom made him want to curl up and hide – the memories of the last time he was in a place like this, and the fear of what today might bring.
The wooden seat carved deep into his flesh and his clothes felt like a million knives piercing his skin, words sounding like they were coming from under water – no more than jumbled noises swirling nonsensically over his head.
And then-
And
Then…
“Approved.”
Approved.
He could feel numerous arms wrapping around him and cries of joy in the air, but there was no way to discern what belonged to who, all of them a tangled mess of limbs with no intention of separating any time soon. All words escaped him, oxygen barely being pumped around his body when his head and heart were nothing more than a pile of mush. It was as though he had been put under a spell, completely catatonic even as they piled in the car and drove back to the house they grew up in.
It was only once he saw his old home – a house that though looked perfectly normal from the outside was filled with such poisonous memories inside – standing right next to Namjoon's childhood home – a home that gave him so much love and the family he had always craved – that it felt like he was regaining control of his body.
And then, as he sat on the sofa curling into his now legal mother’s chest, wrapping his arms so tightly around her he feared she might snap; he finally wept. “I finally belong to you,” Jungkook sobbed, voice cracking with each word he breathed.
“Oh, my precious baby,” she cried, pulling him closer as she delicately stroked his cheeks, “you belonged to us the moment you first walked through our door.”
  ☽ ☼ ☾
 It’s hours later that Jungkook and Namjoon are sat out on the patio, soft glimmer of the fairy lights strung across the garden reflecting in their eyes as everyone’s laughter in the background seeped out into the night air.
“Do you ever regret it?” Jungkook questioned, eyes darting everywhere but the man beside him.
“Hmm? Regret what?”
“Me. Being my manager. Everything.”
“What do you mean?” Namjoon asked in confusion, sitting upright in the chair. “Why would I regret that?”
“Your dream was always to be a director. You went to university and did so well in your degree, but then you just ended up as my manager for all these years. Don’t you resent it? Or me? Don’t you wish you were a director like you'd always wanted to be? It’d be a much cooler job than being my manager,” Jungkook frowned, picking his nails as the guilt of so many years finally corroded its way out of the confines he had kept it in.
“Jungkook, I don’t regret anything at all, nor do I resent you.”
“But your dream…” he pouted.
“Dreams change. Sure, being a director and making movies had been my dream for a long time, but I genuinely enjoy being your manager. Would I want to be someone else’s manager? I don’t think so. But I like being your manager, which is why I've kept on doing it. And how is it not a cool job? I've gotten to travel around the world and do so many incredible things with you, which, by the way, would not have been half as fun if I had been by myself.”
“I just… I don’t want to be the one holding you back from doing the things that you want to do.”
“No one’s holding me back from anything, okay? I promise you that I mean it when I say that I enjoy what I do. Now, if there ever comes a time where you don’t want me to be your manager anymore, or it starts getting in the way of my home life, or I simply don’t want to do it anymore, then I’ll quit. And at that point maybe I’ll think about directing if it’s something I want to do, or I’ll try and find something else, but right now, I'm happy where I am,” Namjoon said intently, hoping Jungkook properly understood.
Jungkook hummed slowly in agreement, finally succumbing to his eyes constantly training over the fence to the garden next door – his old garden. “Who lives there now?” Jungkook questioned, nodding his head towards the adjacent building.
“Hmm?” Namjoon questioned as he turned to where Jungkook was pointing. “Oh. They're a young family, they have two sons…” he trailed off.
Just like mine, Jungkook noted bitterly.
“I haven’t spoken to them much myself, only seen them in passing really, but Mum said that they're really lovely. They always say hello to everyone and the kids are always running around and laughing.”
Jungkook bit his lip as he nodded solemnly, relieved that this family seemed to be happier than his was.
“They're good people, Kook,” he said tenderly, hand resting on Jungkook's knee. “I don’t think that house is filled with sadness anymore.”
“I hope you're right,” he replied softly. Jungkook closed his eyes as he took deep breaths, focusing hard on feeling the icy night air travelling through his nose and into the depths of his lungs rather than recalling all of the painful memories of his childhood.
“There's actually something I've felt guilty about for a long time,” Namjoon confessed warily after some time.
Jungkook hummed as his eyelids fluttered open, curiosity painting his face.
“As much as I hated your family for what they did to you, deep down I always felt grateful for it. Not because you deserved to be treated like that,” he clarified as he looked up to meet his eyes, “but because if they hadn’t then I would never have met you that day. I wouldn’t have seen you looking so lonely and invited you over. And sure, I'd like to believe that we would’ve become friends anyway, but not in the same capacity as we are now. If your parents cared for you and if your home was full of love and happiness, would you have come over to ours as often as you did? Probably not. Is that bad? That I feel like that?”
“No, it’s not bad – it’s the truth,” Jungkook replied slowly, tasting his words as they coated his tongue. “As much as I hated my family I can't help but feel thankful to them. If they hadn’t done what they'd done then I really don’t think we would’ve had the relationship that we have. I truly mean it when I say this, but… I'm glad they treated me the way they did. If it meant getting to have you all in my life then it was all worth it. Every bit of it. And I would do it all again in a heartbeat, no doubt about it,” he said firmly, looking at Namjoon with a fierce intensity.
“I love you so much,” Namjoon breathed as he pulled Jungkook into a tight hug. “I'm so glad you're my brother.”
“Me too,” Jungkook responded, eyes welling for the nth time today. “I'm so happy.”
Seokjin and Y/N sat warmly on the sofa talking as they watched Namjoon and Jungkook through the patio door, everyone else bustling around, refusing to let the two of them even lift a finger to help out.
“I'm not sure if I ever told you this before,” Seokjin leaned in to whisper, “but Jungkook really hated me when we first met.”
“Seriously?!” Y/N exclaimed in astonishment, eyes frighteningly large. “But how? He absolutely adores you.”
“He was terrified that I was going to take Joon away from him. He was so attached to him back then, even more than he is now. Joon was the only person he really trusted and I honestly think he felt like he owed him his life. To the point that if Joon had told him to do anything he would’ve done it without question. It took a long time to convince him that I wasn’t taking Joon away from him and that he stilled loved him the same. He was just a little kid back then,” he said softly, eyes misty at the memory, “a little kid who life dealt a horrible hand of cards. But then I look at him now and see how far he’s come and it makes me so happy. That boy deserves the entire universe and I would handpick every star in every galaxy for him if I could,” Seokjin said with the utmost sincerity. “He means everything to all of us, and I think he’s only now realising how much we mean that.”
“What a relief they have each other,” Y/N said earnestly, looking on at them warmly.
“And what a relief he has you,” Seokjin smiled.
  ☽ ☼ ☾
 The next year was one that had been endlessly long and hectic, but just as fruitful. Between Jungkook juggling his acting and modelling projects, and even dabbling in script writing, and Y/N and Hoseok finally opening the book café and being astonished at the success it had achieved in such a short amount of time, a lot had happened this year.
And Jungkook's proud of himself, with how he dealt with it all. He could’ve buried himself in work and tried to maintain impossible standards like he previously did, but he put in the effort to talk things out and make time for his loved ones and sure, there were a couple of times where he screamed into the abyss because things were getting to be too much, but he kept going. He kept on going no matter how awful things got – and they did – but he made it through.
Because that’s all you can do. Even when it feels like the entire universe is conspiring against you and plotting your demise, the only thing you can do is to keep on moving. It doesn’t matter if you take two steps forward and ten steps back – the point is that you keep on moving.
So when there came a lull in the air, when, just for a moment, there was a tangible peace that settled around them, it only made sense to go back to where it all began.
Hues of faded clementine and lilac bloomed along the horizon as Jungkook and Y/N sat perched at the cove, feet dangling as their skin prickled at the caress of the early morning air. Their fingers remained intertwined, breaths deep and hearts slow – finally, finally laying at peace in their chest, ribs no longer splintering with each breath.
“I'm so glad I met you,” Y/N whispered, adjusting her head as she lay it on Jungkook's shoulder, basking in the glow of emerging rays.
“Me too,” he answered in return, resting his head on top of hers. “It feels like a lifetime ago.”
“I'm proud of us; of you. You’ve come a long way.”
“A part of me feels like I've done everything I could possibly do,” he began, thumb trailing delicate patterns around Y/N's hand, “but then the other part feels like there's so much more to do. There's an entire world out there, Y/N, a whole life we have left to live.”
“So what now, then?” Y/N asked as she turned to face Jungkook, shimmers of radiant gold dancing around the sky, twinkling iridescently against the ring that had found a home on her fourth finger.
And he smiled – “We wait for when the sun rises.”
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i. legend of the lamp (m) – jjk
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➺ pairing: genie!jungkook x female reader
➺ genres/tropes: fluff; humor; smut; fantasy au; magic au; strangers to lovers
➺ warning/content tags: 18+; explicit sexual content: female masturbation (solo shower time activities, pro anal enthusiast y/n she wants it SOO bad but is very deep in denial); underwater sexual activities plz do not attempt at home you might drown (kissing, fingering, multiple orgasms, boob kink jeon makes his debut, he likes to bite and make it hurt but he also likes to kiss it better); sex in public (jungkook is an exhibitionist freak, y/n and jungkook give the ‘mile high’ club a new meaning, very mild food play, mean cocky jungkook shows up as expected, jjk's dirty talk is UNMATCHED, gross nasty jeon with the spit/licking kink, overstimulation, orgasm denial, the slightest bit of breath play/choking kink, impregnation kink is mentioned, possessive attention whore jungkook); sloppy cunnilingus with too much teeth tbh, finger fucking, there’s almost fisting but they both wimped out— there's always next time tho ;), forced orgasms, big dick hung like a fucking stallion jeon jungkook, unprotected sex but its fine cuz koo is a genie with fetus deletus powers, spanking, soft dom jk who degrades y/n like a CHAMP if it were a contest he would be winning a gold medal for it, jungkook likes to punish y/n until she can’t even think straight, standing up sex courtesy of strength demon jeon, praise thirsty competitive af constantly wanting validation jungkook, they both have a size kink let’s be real, reader has a strength kink throughout this entire fic she just wants to be manhandled and thrown around like she’s jungkook’s pretty sex doll, soft passionate sex, creampie, lovely aftercare from our cleaning fairy koo
➺ word count: 23k semi-edited but im too tired to actually do it properly :(
➺ summary: Jungkook has been serving his time as a genie for the last 2000 years, unfortunately stuck in a lamp for the last 200 years before he is woken from his slumber by a beautiful woman who somehow activates his lamp while making a wish that ends up letting him out. After eons of having to bend over backwards to make the desires of evil individuals from power hungry dictators to spoiled princesses come into fruition, he’s updated his contract to be more choosy over who the lamp allows to be his master. It comes to his great surprise that this woman was able to make the lamp work and that she only yearns to be loved and no longer be lonely. But all of the wishes he grants now have time constraints, another caveat he added to the contract, and he wonders what life would be like if he had never made that stupid rule. Because, as the week progresses, he finds himself falling deeper and deeper into her spell, pondering what it would be like if he never had to stop playing the role of her man. 
➺ author’s note: Sorry for disappearing after announcing a fic, I had a health scare which kind of had the domino effect of making me have a really shitty three weeks regarding my education and future and pulling me into a depressive episode (which yea turns out can be firmly blamed on the medication I've been taking because its a possible side effect). It's been a mess and a half but, I'm here, the fic's here (or half of it anyways). I hope you all enjoy it and leave some love 💕 Also, if I had known that all of that shit would’ve happened, I would’ve posted part one a lot longer ago, since you all know I had finished writing it a while back. I just kept holding out hope that I would be able to finish the entire fic in time but life got in the way of that. I hope that y’all don’t hold that against me too much! Part two will drop after Jimin’s birthday fic drop so I don’t fuck up that deadline as well! I’m under a lot of pressure as one of the hosts of his birthday collaboration. Please, please, please leave feedback for this story. Since it’s a two shot, your feedback is absolutely critical in helping my self-esteem about the direction of the story and flowing my creative juices for writing part two! 
This fic is a part of Namkook’s Moonrise Masquerade! Banner made by @kimtaehyunq​. Beta-read by @jimilter​ (miss girl helped out with the content warnings too we love her!), @ressjeon​, and @amourtae​ the lovely angels❣️
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Today has just absolutely not been your day. 
It seems like things went off to a rough start from right when your morning began. You woke up late because your alarm clock hadn’t gone off, and in your hurry to leave for work this morning, you picked out your outfit for the day half asleep as you attempted to brush your teeth and comb through the unruly mess that was your bedheaded locks of hair. When you spit out that white cloud of mint flavored foam, it got on your peach colored lavallière top, staining the silk pussycat bow. 
You ended up wearing a too tight black with gray pinstripes pencil skirt you kept meaning to donate to Goodwill, but never quite got around to it, and a silky white blouse that you had loved when you thrifted but then later had realized that the abstract black lines that made up its designs were not flowers like you initially had thought but were rather depictions of nude female silhouettes. The shirt is lovely; it’s certainly a statement piece and one that would look great on you on most occasions and would make for a darling ‘outfit of the day’ post on Instagram, however it is not exactly workplace appropriate attire for the public university where you work as an admissions counselor. 
But even with that little kerfuffle, you had not been too stressed early on in the day. Oh, if only you knew how badly the rest of the day would continue to be. As you went out the door, you smartly thought of snatching your black peacoat off the coat hook in the entryway, which could be used to cover up the sexually deviant positions the ladies on your shirt were contorted into. You ended up needing it too, after a mishap at the coffee shop in the student union left you with dark coffee dripping down your torso and making your shirt transparent as it clung to you with the wet sugariness of the shaken espresso seeped with vanilla syrup. 
Things continued to go badly during your appointment with an incoming freshman and her parents who wanted to pull her out of the university because of the trouble she had gotten into over the summer after graduating from high school. Your heart goes out to the girl after remembering how badly that conversation had gone and how despite your best attempts, neither you nor she could sway her parents’ made up minds. You weren’t even able to convince them to change her enrollment to an off-campus one where she could commute from her parents house, whereas she was previously an on-campus student with a room in the freshmen dorms. They wanted her to pay for her actions by going to community college and getting a part time job.
Making matters worse, you had almost thrown up the 6-inch Subway tuna melt you had gotten and now as you walk home, in your pinching heels, too tight skirt, and your peacoat hiding your stained shirt, to your apartment just two miles away on the far end of the glittering and bustling university village that was adjacent to one of the largest and most vibrant cities in the country, it starts to drizzle.
Normally, you do not mind the rain. Of course, your previous attitude of the rain was based on the fact that you did not have too many experiences of being wet like a drowning rat, caught in the middle of the storm without an umbrella or any sort of protection while wearing shoes that were not that slip resistant. 
You sigh as you continue onwards, wondering if maybe you should duck into the Target that you are passing to buy an umbrella. But you already know that Target will be out of stock, like it always is out of stock during unexpected bouts of rain because the students buy out the umbrellas, even going so far as to making the overpriced ones in the student store, that are in the school colors and have the school’s mascot imprinted on them bold and center, out of stock. 
When you finally do get home, you leave your wet shoes on the mat you have just inside the entrance, toeing them off and exchanging them for your fuzzy pink bunny slippers that are not only soft and dry but a huge and warm comfort to your freezing feet. You scamper your way to the opposite side of the apartment, sliding the glass doors that lead to the balcony open, and you hang your coat off of the backs of one of your iron outdoor chairs for it to dry, or at least keep it from dripping all over your apartment. 
You debate whether you should take your clothes off on the balcony too. You’re not afraid of university students seeing you; your apartment is out of most of their price ranges except for the richest of them all, but even knowing that, you don’t have a lot of fear since half of your balcony is covered in thin mesh privacy netting. The half of your wraparound balcony that is exposed to the elements is the part of it that you can access from your bedroom’s sliding doors as well. Not wasting another second, you quickly shed the offending articles of clothing off, just standing there in your fuzzy slippers and a matching black pair of Sabrina panties and brassiere from Honey Birdette. You regret your decision instantly as the transparent tulle and ribbons of lace do nothing to protect you from the blasts of wind causing the rain to drift your way but you fight through it. After letting those clothes hang to dry as well, you make your way back in, bypassing the living room to head straight for the shower. 
Your black underwear set clings to your body, you notice when you catch a glimpse of yourself of the giant mirror that takes over half the wall over your dual sink vanity. You see a figure with hardened plum colored nipples, covered in goosebumps, staring back at you. Her eyes widen from her surprise at how her body quivers even indoors and her hair is drying in messy curly tendrils around her ears. You look almost unrecognizable.
Flittering around the modern minimalistic styled bathroom, you busy yourself turning on the shower and waiting for the water to turn warm, as it always takes the pipes a moment to heat up. In the interim, you grab two fuzzy towels, one for your hair and one for your body, to throw over the glass partition of the shower since there are no conveniently placed towel racks. You also grab your fancy pink “cloud” face wash from the sink, which honestly does too little for its steep price point, in your opinion, and your A Thousand Wishes body cream from Bath & Body Works, that you had stocked up on during the summer semi-annual sale. 
By now, the water is finally hot enough and starting to steam up your bathroom a bit. You slide off your bra and step out of your panties before flinging them into the laundry hamper. Walking into the shower stall is a welcome respite after your long day. For a moment, you just stand there motionless, letting your eyes flutter shut as the showerhead jets water over you, soaking your hair completely and soothing your worn out exhausted muscles. You could pass out from comfort in the shower and that would be horrible but oh you understand now why some people are able to fall asleep in their baths. 
Your shampoo and conditioner bottles are the pump kind so you don’t need to put in too much effort to squeeze out the peony and amaretto scented ambery gold colored liquid into your cupped palm. Today is going to be a simple shower; you’re too drained to go into your whole hair routine with its scalp scrubs, serums, and hair masks, in addition to the usual shampooing and conditioning you do. When it's finally worked into your hair, making it foamy from how well you scrubbed it in, you let the shower wash your hands clean and let the suds disperse. 
Your shower gel is A Thousand Wishes scented too; you’re not the type to mix scents and give yourself a migraine when you can avoid it. Abandoning the loofah, you decide to run your soapy hands over your body for a quick clean. When your hands skim over your breasts and your long acrylic nude ombre nails catch on a nipple, instantly turning the already hard nub into a rock solid bullet, you stifle a surprised moan. Your mind whirls as you recover from the sensation. 
Even as fatigue clouds your mind, the world seems to get closer as your senses become hyperaware. Suddenly you can feel the cool stone underneath your feet that much more as your toes curl in pleasure from how it contrasts wonderfully with the warm water cascading over you. As your hands wander down your body, molding your palms against every curve and divot, the shower gel and water provides a nice lubrication, making it easy for you to slide your fingers over your body. You have to press harder to make your touches rougher, and the delicious friction that comes from those more frantic brushes make your voice catch in the back of your throat before it crawls its way up in the form of a delicious keen.
Oh, what you would do to have a gorgeous male manhandle you right now. You like it rough; you like a little bit of force that reminds you of the strength behind his muscles that you know he would never use on you but the idea that he could make your strength and size kinks come alive. Your hand now transverses over to your throat and you wrap your slim fingers around it, your long nails lightly scraping against the delicate flesh, relishing in the hold but sighing in frustration that your small weak hands can’t apply the pressure that you actually want. 
You’re single because the males you keep finding have no idea how to treat a woman in a way that makes her feel safe even when she wants to be utterly destroyed. A lot of it is based on trust and respect. The shitheads you meet? You wouldn’t even trust them to walk you home at night without angling for a kiss you don’t want to give. 
Abandoning the hand from your throat, you instead press your front side against the marble walls of the shower, pretending that it’s your lover who’s got you clinging to the damp stone and that his hands are dipping over your hips before going lower, wrapping themselves around your thighs in a way that has his thumbs pressing into the clefts of your asscheeks as he spreads them apart and the water from the shower flows into the puckering hole that is revealed. You hate the concept of anal sex but as one of your hands busy themselves in the front, plucking at your clit and fluttering across your folds as you tease yourself to the brink without any insertion, the other hand is working on your tight asshole, your thumb pressing onto it, flirting by only letting the tip of your thumb in before pulling away.
What you would do to have a big heavy cock stroke your ass, painting it with its precum, taunting the sensitive hole hidden between by pressing against it but not entering. Or for you to be on your tiptoes with your legs parted so that his cock could slide underneath, thrusting against the petaled furls of your pussy until he plunged into it from behind while you’re trapped between his warm slick body, his hard abdominal muscles and chest pressing against your back, and the cool marble, your nipples turning into stiffened peaks that are begging to be touched but finding no purchase against the slippery walls. It would feel almost claustrophobic, like you can’t move due to his delicious weight and like the only part of you that could move was your pussy, its walls clenching around him and clinging to him every time he slammed into you. 
With three fingers inside you, you can almost pretend that it’s real. Though, you know that at any moment you can move away since there's nothing actually trapping you into the position that you are in. You can’t finish though, your mind is your own mental prison, too cynical and realistic for its own good. You find yourself reaching up for the removable shower head and pulling it down. Your hand frantically clicks on the controls, increasing the water pressure. You debate if you want to do this standing up but you know that you will lose the feeling in your legs the second your explosive orgasm hits after being edged for so long. Thus, you slide down to a sitting position in your shower, your back against the wall, your legs folded up and spread apart as you position the showerhead right at your cunt, knowing that your clit will be getting the maximum pressure possible. 
You emerge from your shower ten minutes later with your legs feeling so jelly-like you have to grip at the walls to make it back to the sink to finish up your skincare routine and return the products that you had taken with you into the shower back to their original homes. 
When you feel squeaky clean and refreshed, bundled up in your favorite pajamas, a beige plaid set you had gotten as a white elephant present so they are very roomy and swamp your body, you finally deal with your wet work clothes properly and put them for a cycle in the dryer. You’ll likely have to deal with your Chinese Laundry peep toe pumps as well so that the leather doesn’t dry weirdly and make them crack in places but, that’s a concern for you in the future.
With a towel wrapped high around your head in a way that might end up giving you a receding hairline, if you don’t stop using that method to dry your hair soon, you step back into the main part of your apartment. Your eyes quickly go to the coffee table where it appears that your best friend had dropped something off while you were away at work.
There’s a bouquet of pink and white peonies that you immediately fix up in a vase with the proper amount of water, a square box covered in black matte wrapping paper with art deco style gold designs embedded into it, and lastly, a wine bottle in a gorgeous black and gold gift bag that compliments the wrapping on the box and has a matching envelope pinned to it. Before you sit back down on the plush comfort of your oat colored cloud sofa, you rip the envelope off from how it’s been stapled to the gift bag so that you can tear open the flap and get to the card inside. Reclining back, you narrow your eyes to read, having forgotten to grab your glasses from your bedroom dresser and having already taken off your contacts for the day:
Happy Birthday my darling Y/N! I hope that your 25th birthday is the most beautiful one to come so far! Wishing you nothing but blessings and good fortune on this beautiful day! Your present this year is one that surprised me as well but when I saw it, I was drawn to it instantly and the thought that it might be perfect for you abruptly flooded my mind! Can’t wait to hear your opinion on it!
Love, Safi
P.S. Don’t waste this wine by keeping it for a better day! Live in the now by cracking it open today and enjoying a birthday toast because today is just as important as whatever future occasion you’re trying to justify would be a better opportunity to enjoy the wine! (save the Sephora gift card for a rainy day though lol)
You laugh self-indulgently and look back inside the envelope where there is indeed a black $100 Sephora gift card before putting them all aside. You suppose you should listen to Safi’s advice even though today has not been a great birthday by any stretch of the words since it will be nice for you to unwind with a glass of wine. Pulling the bottle out you can see that it is a bottle of rosé, Gerard Bertrand Cote des Rosé to be precise, and the glassware is magnificent with the bottom of the bottle being designed in the shape of a rose with all its petals. 
The box lies unopened for now even if it’s your main present. You have too much of a one track mind and you immediately want to crack open the alcohol to let loose and make yourself forget about your day for just a little bit. You head for the kitchen cabinets and reach for the first drinking vessel you can grab, not too picky when it’s almost 11pm and you have to wake up at 6 in the morning. Perhaps Safi didn’t want you to drink the alcohol out of a coffee mug, in your most comfy sleepwear and a towel wrapped around your head, but it’s the best you can do at the moment. 
You nestle the bottle in the crook of your right arm, holding the mug in the same hand while grabbing the box with your left and taking all three objects out with you to the balcony. It takes you a little finagling to manage opening the sliding door but you soon make your way out where a light breeze brushes against your body comfortingly. Placing everything on the table you have outside, you head back in once more to grab your corkscrew from where it was misplaced in the junk drawer.
It’s not long before you’re back outside, sitting down and admiring the rainfall, which you are now able to appreciate since you are no longer soaking in it. It’s more of a light drizzle now and most of the clouds have dissipated, leaving only the thinnest types of stratus and stratocumulus clouds. In the heart of the city it’s impossible to make out any stars in the night sky due to the pollution and lights but you enjoy looking at the moon as you sip from your mug and let the rosé, which somehow managed to stay chilly all this time, slide down your throat. 
Your attention finally goes to the box and you carefully unwrap it, though you know that it will be unlikely that you will reuse the wrapping paper unless you take up scrapbooking again. Inside is a simple black colored cardboard gift box, and once you remove the top, you find yourself looking at a gorgeous antique looking hanji lamp though you know better than to think that Safi dropped money on an authentic Silla era lantern. You can’t even begin to imagine how much that would cost. Even still, as you turn over the rectangular structure in your hands, you find yourself musing that you would never dare to light the magnificent ornament. It was going to remain a purely decorative piece whose design and history you would appreciate from its place on one of your shelves. 
You find yourself holding it up to your face to get a closer look at all four paper sides of the wooden structure, squinting to make out the images painted on them though it’s difficult because you had forgotten to turn on your string lights and the moon is only a crescent, not providing much of a glow, so you are practically bathed in darkness. 
You scrunch up your forehead thinking of how nice it would be if you had better lighting, No sooner does the thought come across your mind, do you find yourself suddenly bathed in a luminous glow as a shooting star hurls across the inky black sky, painting it with a white blue streak of light. You have never in all of your years seen a shooting star flying across the sky so close to you and you immediately snap your eyes closed. You were never one to waste your time on wishes but maybe in between it being 11:11pm, the shooting star, and the fact that you have not made a birthday wish yet, one of them will work to make your desire come to fruition. It can’t hurt to try right? Maybe finally your deepest yearnings will come to life. 
Little do you realize, that as you make your wish, a little light is cast from the inside of the hanji lamp, warming it up with a small soft candle glow before it flickers out at the end of your wish. When you finally open your eyes and look down, of course you see nothing. That hope you had quickly vanishes as your cynicism returns and you find yourself painfully laughing in a self-flagellating way. You down the last of the wine in the mug and stand up, picking up all your things and getting ready for bed. 
Little do you know, you’ve just wildly changed the course of your life.
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While you’re asleep, a slow cloud of golden shimmery smoke begins to seep out from the lamp you placed on your dresser before sinking into bed and burrowing yourself under a mountain of blankets. 
A man emerges when the gold mist seems to have finally fully trickled out, building himself up from the cloud, becoming humanoid and corporeal. He is bare from the chest up, a golden chain around his hips marking the thing that holds him captive to the lamp and trapped under its control. His lower half is wearing loose baji brown trousers, the lower half of a hanbok that is the fashion of the Silla dynasty. It’s embroidered jeogori that’s a shiny silky white with gold embroidery is somewhere back in the lantern but he’s too lazy to get it now. Those are the clothes that he was entrapped in, so those are the clothes he is stuck in whenever he is kept inside the lamp. No one could blame him for whiling away his time in the vessel by choosing to slumber instead of waiting for himself to be let out again. 
Besides, as his gaze flickers over your modern style bedroom and he makes out a pile of clothing on top of a chair, he distinctly gets the feeling that he is no longer in the Joseon era, which was the last time he had been let out. Jungkook had gotten trapped in the lamp and turned into a genie when he was about 24, on the eve of his 25th birthday around 2,000 years ago, and has been paying for his mistake and the punishment that followed it ever since. In between that time and now though, he’s been let out of the lantern sporadically, over the centuries, every time it fell into the hands of someone who understood its power and wanted to make use of his abilities. 
But right now, his mistress is asleep and he is free, so he finds himself leaving the apartment, in search of what fashion and culture must be like in this weird modern time. He can’t escape her permanently, not when she has one wish left and his lamp in her possession, but he is free to wander while she’s not using him. It’s a little harder to define when and when she isn’t using him because of her second wish but since she’s unconscious right now it’s obvious that she cannot be requiring his presence currently. 
With nary but a thought, he’s suddenly on the streets in front of her apartment. He has no idea where he is; could this truly be Korea? Just because it’s past midnight doesn’t mean that the city is any less alive. He almost gets run over by a car, it’s impossible for him to get hurt given what he is, but his presence, with his feet over the line that separates the two lanes, spooks a driver who yells out a barrage of hateful language before manueving his gray SUV and driving around Jungkook’s body. Some of the comments are about a shirtless madman wandering the roads which makes Jungkook wince and even more impatient to get a change of clothes. They were not spoken in Korean which he won’t realize until later since he is gifted with omnilingual abilities that make him able to understand any and every language that exists or comes into being.
He wanders all the way to the shopping district where all the words are definitely not in Korean but using his mythical powers he’s readily able to translate them, understanding every language instantaneously. Whatever clothes he sees on the mannequins that he likes, he imagines them on himself and thus builds an entire wardrobe this way. His powers of manifestation come in handy giving him clothes that are perfectly tailored to fit his muscular frame which is paired with not only bulging biceps, broad shoulders, and thick thighs but a narrow waist too. He vastly prefers this power to his ability to make anything he wants be in his possession. Why not just make his own more perfect version than the store sizes of a men’s medium and large? Those cookie cutter sizes only account for his muscles but hide the rest of his body away under their expansive lengths of fabric. 
After his clothing shopping spree he sends all his creations back to his mistress’s home with a snap of his fingers and then begins his prowl for food. Genies don’t need sustenance and they can’t gain weight, though they can change their appearances if they wanted, but Jungkook loved food from his time as a human and he regularly uses his powers to let himself enjoy its taste, when he is out of his lamp, even though he can never make himself feel full.
His wanderings take him to a Korean restaurant that is open until dawn, and since food is the one thing he hates creating, he instead magicks himself the currency of this country, in this day and age, and bows to the ajumma who is working inside the establishment. He gets a table for one and orders a giant set of tteokbokki that has the maximum amount of heat allowed along with extra fish cakes and cheese, as well as three different kinds of Korean fried chicken: honey garlic, sweet and spicy, and barbeque, which are all flavors he has never heard of before, and finishes off with a clay pot of kimchi soondubu jiggae, a kimchi soft tofu stew. He only buys one beer knowing that the ajumma would get concerned over his tolerance if he had a dozen glasses.
When he’s done with all the food, he finds himself wistfully pining for the time when he was human and would have been truly able to not only enjoy but also appreciate this bountiful feast. After all, he had been born into a family of laborers, it’s why he had been able to grow so strong through hard manual work.
He finally returns to the apartment, but his work is not over. Unlike his mistress who can sleep blissfully having no idea what she had just done, Jungkook has long hours ahead of him to make her wish come to life in a way that seems believable and that she readily buys into by the time she wakes up. It’s not the hardest desire or demand he has ever had to complete but it will use a lot of his power, more than he’s used lately. And though he’s got an unexpendable amount of magic, he’s out of practice.
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When you rouse the next morning, you can instantly tell that something is different and it immediately makes your hackles rise up. It’s more than just the smell of fried eggs, apple sausages, and maple syrup permeating the air of the apartment, making its way from the kitchen into the bedroom, though you know that you live alone and have no one to cook you such an amazing spread to wake up to. 
The air feels different, like the energy of the universe had shifted somehow. None of that makes any sense and yet somehow it also does. You don’t know what you mean when you think that but there is no other way that you can put this sense of unease into words. When you open your eyes and look across the room you see a male lounging against the wall wearing a street style look with black and gray FILA joggers and windbreaker covering the length of his long modelesque body; there’s a black bucket hat hiding his blond locks. 
You let out a loud scream immediately, terrified out of your wits, and instantly pull your comforter up to your chin even if you had gone to sleep in a pair of pajamas that covered you as though you were a nun. The male narrows his eyes at the shrill sound but the look is quickly shuttered away when a small pleasant smile takes over his face instead. 
He walks closer to you and murmurs, his doe eyes shining with the twinkle of stars from a million galaxies, “Are you okay, jagiya? I’m sorry for surprising you with breakfast this morning but I missed you. I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday since I didn’t get the chance yesterday.”
“WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!” you yelp, tightening your comforter even closer around your body, wrapping yourself up like a human burrito.
“Your lover, Jeon Jungkook,” the male calmly states, his eyes peering at you, not losing their shine as he looks at you like you had grown another head and are the crazy one amongst the two of you.
“I don’t have a lover named Jeon Jungkook,” you contradict, narrowing your eyes into slits full of suspicion. And if you did, you didn’t think you would call him your lover. Perhaps, your man, your boyfriend, or even your fwb though you weren’t really the type to dabble in such meaningless romps of pleasure, but not lover.
“Are you sure about that,” he silkily purrs, using his tattoo adorned hand to gesture to your gallery wall. 
Your eyes follow its path and you’re horrified to see the most adorable couple pictures, most of which appear to have been professionally photographed though some are cutely caught candids, of you and this ‘Jungkook’ together, staring into each other’s eyes lovingly while holding each other in an embrace that speaks volumes about passion and affection. 
“Would you like to check your phone,” suggests the male as well, his blond locks playing peekaboo with his bucket hat as his head turns towards your nightstand and he nods at the iPhone that had been charging on top of it. 
You instantly grab the device, unplugging it from the white charging cord and clutching it possessively to your chest before you finally work up the nerve to see what exactly he means. You swipe down to look at your lockscreen and it’s a live photo of Jungkook squishing his face into the side of your’s, rubbing the tip of his nose into the apple of your cheek softly. Mortified, you use facial recognition to gain further access into your phone and what you see leaves you even more bewildered. Your home screen is the most aesthetic that you’ve seen it: organized by using the IOS 15 feature. It’s blush pink and cream and the background image is a digitally manipulated picture of you and Jungkook looking into the bay from your perches on a bridge at the bottom of the image as the sky melts into a creamy pink color that's been altered to match the theme of your phone. 
At this point, you’re nervously holding onto your disbelief, so it’s with trepidation that you go into your camera roll to find hundreds upon hundreds of photos of Jungkook in an assortment of scenarios, from cute date night pics with you to dozens almost identical selfies where he’s trying out a variety of facial expressions from the same angle and in the same outfits to then even the embarrassing kinds that look like you took them on the down low when you thought he wasn’t looking. None of this makes any sense. But he looks so cute and kissable. You almost want to cry helplessly at the insanity of this all. What if he was your boyfriend? Life would be so much easier then.
You leap out of bed to go out to the front of the apartment and it’s even more confusing because there’s half a dozen pairs of chunky sneakers and boots with spiked soles that look like fashionable and weaponized soccer cleats on the shoe rack that’s by the front door— all belonging to designer brands and looking slightly threatening. It is clear that those shoes belong to a male, most likely this male, and they are all neatly organized to one side while your shoes, the shoes that you remember, are off to the other end. 
“This makes no sense,” you whine, rubbing your forehead frantically. Is this what hyperrealistic nightmares feel like? It seems as though you’ve been transported to the Twilight Zone in your opinion, and you just want to desperately get out.
“Would you like to call your mother and ask her about me?” Jungkook, his voice a smooth cadence as he unhelpfully directs the suggestion to your back. He had evidently followed you out back here. 
“What?”
“Your mother? We FaceTime her all the time. She’s really been pushing for me to pop the question for the last couple of months. Despite what she thinks, it’s really not that covert,” he scoffs, his lips flaring out into a pout. You note with bemusement that there is a small mole underneath the plush of his strawberry colored lower lip. How dare he have a mole in such a perfect location? Now your mind would never know peace until you dragged his lower lip between yours and sucked on that tiny chocolate chip. It’s actually deranged how your mind continuously chooses to flit between lust and rationality. 
“Jungkook?” Your voice takes on a shrill sound, “How long have we been dating?”
“As long as you want it to be.”
That doesn’t make any sense.
“Jungkook, please don’t mess around with me! How long have we been dating?” you demand more urgently. You are halfway to a full-blown panic attack and you need to calm down but nothing seems to be placating you about this entire situation.
The male walks around to step in front of you and then faces you head on. He keeps his hands to himself, crossing them while making sure that his fingers are folded and tucking into his armpits. He bends a little to look you in the eyes since he’s much taller, to peer carefully into your eyes that are slightly blown out from your constant state of shock and bewilderment. “Why didn’t it work?” he wonders.
“HAVE YOU BEEN GASLIGHTING ME?!”
“Well, not intentionally,” he muses, tapping a finger to his lip. God, even his hands are perfect. Each digit is long and tipped with neatly cut and perfectly clean fingernails. And they’re shiny too like he uses some type of cuticle oil. Not to mention how he’s got sexily protruding veins wrapping along the back of his hand and down to his wrist and arm.“I thought you’d be in on it. Could it be that it didn’t work on you even though it worked on everyone else in your life because you made the wish? My magic probably assumed that you didn’t need convincing since after all, this was what you wanted.”
Things make even less sense after his explanation even though Jungkook probably thought he was being helpful by providing it. Your eyes are narrowed in disbelief as you perturbedly shake your head.
“What are you talking about?” you hesitantly ask. You’re nervous because you’ve moved on from the idea that this is a hyperrealistic bad dream to the conspiracy theory that you have a crazy stalker who somehow figured out how to almost seamlessly integrate himself into your life and that he’s more than just the ordinary type of psychopath; this one seems like he’s the delusional type that thinks he has otherworldly powers. Wouldn’t that be just your luck: Jungkook is the first man you’ve been attracted to in months but he didn’t approach you like a normal person who wanted to pursue something.
Jungkook’s mouth takes on a pursed shape as he narrows his eyes at you, deep in thought; the coral red lips are scrunched together with the upper one flaring out. You can see the chocolatey brown mole right below them again and you are suddenly hit with the urge to kiss his lips until the frown is smoothed out.
“Do you have any idea what you even did last night?” he barks, his tone entirely too accusatory for your liking. One would think you had cheated on your imaginary boyfriend the evening before. He takes off his bucket hat in frustration and runs a hand through his blond locks, ruffling them. His jerky hand movements bring attention not only to the length of tattoos that encompass his arm but also its muscular veininess that had held you previously enraptured. You blink, you need to get dicked down soon. You wanted to give into Stockholm Syndrome way too easily for this man. Don’t do it, Y/N, no matter how hot Jungkook is, it’s scary that he’s in your house right now.
You rack your brain but come up woefully short. “I went to bed with only rosé as my dinner?” you hedge. You don’t think it’s that big of a deal although it’s definitely unadvisable to do. 
The male huffs, raising his right hand up before he snaps the fingers on that hand. A paper lantern appears, landing perfectly on his palm. Your eyebrows both raise because you recognize it immediately; it’s the lamp Safi had gifted you as your birthday present. 
“You made a wish for the perfect beau,” Jungkook explains patiently, “I made your wish come to life.”
“Can’t you undo it?” you push urgently. Why are you entertaining this mad man? Magic isn’t real, Y/N!
He excitedly quirks an eyebrow of his own, smirking as he takes in your look of bemusement. “Is that another wish?” he asks.
“No!” you swiftly interrupt. If you are in the Twilight Zone somehow, you need to be smart with how you navigate within this nightmare, at least until you figure out a way to wake yourself up.
“You only have one left, anyways,” he sasses tapping his plumper lower lip with his pointer and middle fingers, you’ve already noticed it’s a habit, rolling his big doe eyes, “I could kind of undo the effects of the wish by making its time constraint shorter so that it stops in the next five minutes but in my opinion, that’s just another wasted wish. So if I were you,” he says with a shrug, “personally I’d go along with it for the next ten days. We wouldn’t do anything that makes you uncomfortable but I would still be playing the role of the doting attentive paramour.”
You blink at him, your mind still sluggish from your wine hangover and terrible bout of sleep. “I only have one wish left?”
“Not the smartest of my mistresses or masters by a long stretch,” Jungkook agrees, teasing you, scrunching his nose to peer at you cutely. 
You gasp loudly, obviously affronted. Not the handsome weirdo calling you dumb. 
“Do I get three?” you question. Your mind is working on overtime today and it’s still taking you too long to understand things. You’d like to tell this Jungkook character that you graduated from the top university in the nation and have two degrees but you don’t think that he would believe you if you bragged and let that tidbit slip. 
“You do,” he nods, unhelpful as ever.
It kind of makes sense; you assume the purpose of genies is to manipulate their rulers into making all of their wishes as quickly as possible.
“Oh, you want me to tell you what your two used wishes were. Humans really are weak, aren’t they? Is your mind normally supposed to be so foggy after drinking so much?” He calls you out directly and you gasp; you suppose that genies don’t have manners. Or at least this one doesn’t, you glare at Jungkook’s untactfulness.
“I know one of them was to have you here,” as your boyfriend, you finish off in your head, too unnerved to say it out loud just in case that makes it more true, “but what was the one before it?”
“Oh! You wanted there to be light.” Fiat lux, look at you, and you thought you weren’t philosophical. 
You blink again. Nope, that doesn’t follow. You would never be so profound. What would a wish like that even mean to a genie? An increase in intelligence? For there to be less ignorant people in the world? Ah. Wait. You do vaguely remember thinking that it would be so nice if you had more light to see the markings on the lantern. But—
“I made my wish for a man on a shooting star,” you retort as a counterargument, trying to wheedle out of Jungkook’s covenant so that you’ll have an additional wish to add to your arsenal.
“Nice try,” snorts Jungkook. He’s probably listened to a thousand arguments by a thousand masters that have all tried to bargain and reason with him trying to manipulate him and exploit him for more wishes, “But I made that appear in the night sky. It was not fated to be there that night until I materialized it. It wasn’t real so it didn’t have the powers of a normal shooting star.”
“So shooting stars actually work?” 
He shrugs, “Sometimes. Wishes depend on the caster. Theoretically you can make a wish on a shooting star, a wishing well, your birthday, on a deity, etc. But you can rarely succeed at having a wish granted, much less by using the same method twice. And most people, if they’re lucky, only get to have one wish come true in their lifetime. It’s much more common for there to be no successful ones. Aren’t you lucky to have woken me up from my slumber,” he snarks, “you got three.”
“I made a birthday wish,” you faintly mutter rather dispiritedly.
He hears you anyways, “I don’t think it worked. Why not try again next year?” 
You ignore the snarkiness of his suggestion, “So you’re really my boyfriend for the next ten days.”
He nods. You squint at him, you still haven’t put your contacts on for the day and your glasses remain forgotten in your bedroom. 
“Can I ask you to do things? Like a girlfriend asks her boyfriend? Or does that count as a wish.”
“You can ask me anything. Whether or not I do anything is entirely up to me. I suppose I will be more courteous and mindful of your requests since I am playing the part of the perfect significant other. As long as it’s related to this wish, I will try my best to make it come to fruition for you. For example, if you wanted me to take you out for dinner on the rooftop of a skyscraper I probably would. If you wanted me to buy you a bunch of gifts or fill your rooms with flowers, I could do that too.”
“Why is it only ten days? I didn’t wish for ten days,” you inquire.
Jungkook smiles at you sheepishly, showing the first sign of less than suaveness. “As far as mistresses go, you’re not a selfish one but would you believe me if I told you that in the past only terrible people used to be able to draw me out of my lamp and make demands of me? As the years went by I added rules: only three wishes, no wishes have permanent effects, and only those pure of heart can awaken me, just to name a few.”
“Oh.” You don’t know what else to say.
“In ten days, your life will go back to normal. And even though you will always remember this, it will become more and more dreamlike and disconnected from reality as time goes on. One day you might even come to the decision that you had made me up and that I was a figment of your imagination. No one can hold onto the idea that this was all real for too long.”
“So for this week, everyone in my life is convinced we’ve been together for a while but next week they won’t even have known I had a boyfriend?” you conclude.
“You’ll wake up on the eleventh morning like time hasn’t passed at all; it’ll be like it’s today all over again but without me in all those pictures that stand as proof of a shared, albeit fake, history,” Jungkook confirms.
“But what will happen to you?” you worry. 
“I’ll be sticking around unless you make your third wish before then.” He looks at you hopefully but you snort in retort. “When you make the third wish, I’ll go back into the lamp and it will disappear from your life before the process starts all over for me. I’ll probably be sleeping until I’m let out again.”
“I wasn’t the one who found you,” you frown. “My best friend gave it to me as a birthday present.”
Jungkook's eyes widen marginally but you don’t catch how the genie appears momentarily unnerved, he shrugs it off to you, feigning nonchalance, “That doesn’t really matter because you were the one that was able to let the lamp open.”
You hum but say nothing. You’re distracted by the magnificent bounty of breakfast food that Jungkook has arranged on your tiny square table for four, not that you ever had to use all four of the place settings at the same time. You make your way to the dining area, edging away from Jungkook and the conversation, but as expected, the male trails after you like a lost puppy. 
“Do you have any plans for how our day should progress, mistress?”
“Please stop calling me that,” you blush hotly. You are the subbiest sub ever so it’s discomforting to hear you being referred to in such a manner even if it’s not in a sexual context.
“What would you like to be called instead?” Jungkook inquires, altruistically.
“Let’s just stick to my name for now,” you mutter, placing two fried eggs on your plate before going for the waffles. Jungkook should be glad you’re such a benevolent holder of the lamp, he says you’re pure of heart but you don’t know about all that, all you do know is, you won’t make Jungkook’s life any harder than it needs to be for the next ten days.
A light smirk paints Jungkook’s lips as he takes the seat opposite to you. “We can make our way to pet names and terms of endearment as the days progress.”
You choke, coughing and sputtering as a square of waffle gets lodged in your throat. But as your eyes water up, widening from pain and surprise, Jungkook smoothly waves his hand in a flippant manner in your direction and the waffle disappears immediately.
Gasping for air you ask, “Does this mean that when you’re finally gone I’ll be going back to choking and die a painful death?”
Jungkook scoffs, “Only the wishes I make come true for my masters have limits to them. And it’s a recent development I made to curb their usually evil desires. I’m very powerful. Everything I do has permanent effects. It’s why I’m locked up any time I don’t have an owner.”
You blink, gobsmacked. Somehow his arrogance is terribly sexy and it makes your pussy throb. 
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On the first day, following breakfast, Jungkook makes the two of you disappear and reappear in Malta for an island vacation and date. You’re in a panic, claiming that you can’t be in a foreign country without any identification, money, or clothes. But the male just rolls his eyes at your antics and reminds you just who exactly has been cast to play the role of your picture perfect boyfriend. 
You side-eye him now. He is walking slightly ahead of you to the left so that there is space left for you to walk beside him if you want to catch up but you can’t make up your mind if you want to. His blond hair is trapped under yet another black bucket hat which makes you wonder if he hates the pale color of his locks and he’s wearing a black Hawaiian shirt with white hibiscuses creating an artfully arranged pattern. His black board shorts have a 5 inch inseam and you’re wondering how it is that this thousands-of-years old mythical being dresses like an emo alt boy. Not that you know what two out of those three words mean. You assume it’s like a vibe from what the gen z college students that appear in your office tell you. Jungkook looks just like them. 
You’ve been wheedling Jungkook to reveal details about his own life but the individual has managed to remain tight-lipped thus far. He runs ahead to a street vendor to excitedly buy you a sandwich. The round leavened bread has a filling of potatoes, capers, tomatoes, and mozzarella. He hands you one of the diagonally cut slices before bringing the other half to his mouth.
You hold it in your hand bemusedly, at a loss of what to do with it. You had quite literally finished the meal he had prepared for you half an hour ago. Side-eyeing him once again, this time enviously, you sigh; you can’t eat like he does because unlike him you do not have magical powers and if he continues to feed you like this, you’ll gain 30 pounds by the end of the 10 days. And you could ask him to keep you from gaining weight but that would probably count as a third wish instead of being an extension of his boyfriendly duties.
“Are you ready to see our lodgings?” he asks, a droplet of olive oil, that the sandwich had practically been doused in, glistening on his perfectly coral colored Cupid’s bow.
You give him a look that wordlessly states ‘lead the way,’ and follow him as your walk takes the two of you before a two story condo located on the waterfront. 
“Can I ask you a question,” you start off.
Jungkook interrupts you immediately, knowing just where your head was going, “I did not make the apartment appear out of midair. It was conveniently empty and I planted a thought in the owner’s head that he had rented it to us.”
Okay first of all, that was not what you were going to ask. “Are you going to pay him?” you demand self-righteously.
“Why?” Jungkook deadpans, “The timeline will be reset soon enough.”
“I was actually going to ask you,” you tread carefully, though apparently not delicately enough because the male’s hackles start to rise and his gaze turns into one that is more filled with suspicion and distrust. You plow ahead anyways and repeat, “I wanted to ask you why you were going along with this.”
“Because it is your wish.” He says it with such simplicity, his face as expressionless as his tone.
You sigh frustratedly, “Yes but—am I making you uncomfortable? You don’t have to pretend to be my lover. I have to admit I wasn’t thinking that this would happen when I made that wish.”
“So, did you have a male in mind then?” Jungkook’s expression turns even more grim as he shutters away his emotions. His large dark brown eyes are impassive for the first time since you’ve met him and you’re starting to miss the shine of those doelike lenses.
“Well, no. But, if I wanted my fake boyfriend to be Kim Namjoon, could you do that?”
“Who is Kim Namjoon?” He sounds so affronted, unable to believe that you could prefer anyone to him. Huh. You had the feeling that Jungkook was a cocky self-aggrandizing genie but you hadn’t realized how much until now.
“My celebrity crush.”
“What is a ‘celebrity’?”
You stare at him blankly, “So you weren’t out in the twentieth century either, huh?” 
When he frowns at you, those cute lips of his curving down, you hurriedly tack on, “It doesn’t matter, anyways. I just asked because, well— We don’t have to be ‘lovers,’” you quote Jungkook from earlier on in the day. “What if we just hung out as friends for the next ten days?”
“I would like that,” admitted Jungkook. “Although I’m not sure if that actually fulfills your wish.”
“Why not?” you pout. “What was the explicit wording of my wish, anyways?”
Jungkook looks away without answering you and then wordlessly marches towards the front door of the condo, expecting you to follow. 
The inside of the two storied structure is very rustic but clean. There doesn’t seem to be a lot of clutter, which you appreciate, but you wouldn’t call it minimalistic. It had a beachy European vibe to it with furniture pieces that had probably seen their prime in design in the late 90s. You actually like the old school feel of the place; it makes it feel more authentic. The place has about four bedrooms but Jungkook tells you that the two rooms the two of you will be sharing are right next to each other. 
When you walk into the place where you’ll be sleeping tonight, you are met by the sight of a white painted metal bed frame that has a lot of curlicues making up the headboard. The bedding looks comfy and clean which is always nice and the box springs and mattress look relatively new, providing a nice height and plumpness to your bed. There’s a massive pile of shopping bags and boxes stacked against the wall and you can only wonder if your attractive genie companion had gone into the trouble of making sure you would have a variety of clothes and necessities on this trip.
As you fiddle through the tissue paper hiding the contents of a bright orange Louis Vuitton bag, you are puzzled how Jungkook is both on top of and out of the loop when it comes to the 21st century. The male is on top of fashion but not famous people and you wonder what else he knows or is woefully oblivious about. You put on a cute russet brown bikini set that looks gorgeous on your honeyed skin; there is a large gold hoop connecting the two halves of your top as well as two matching hoops on the sides of your hips. You are currently pulling on a pair of Louis Vuitton shorts with cute pockets that are lined with a gold colored zipper and are almost the exact same shade of brown as your swimming suit but covered by the familiar and iconic pattern of interlocking LV’s with flowers in white, teal, orange, and light brown, just about having buckled in the cute strappy belt that comes with it when your door is unceremoniously thrust open. 
You stand, jaw slackened in surprise, as Jungkook walks into the room looking so colorful that you blink to make sure it’s actually him. His hair is now the pinkish red color of cherries and he's wearing a yellow T-shirt that has an opened shirt that looks like a white baseball tee over it, though the fabric is more airy and lightweight; the sleeves of his yellow top are tucked into the sleeves of the white one. He’s wearing navy blue swimming trunks and you love that he turned out to be the type of male that sticks to 5-7 inch inseams rather than wearing shorts that go down super low and cover his knees like you know so many men in your acquaintance to do. It baffles you; don’t they realize how ugly it makes their outfits look? 
Jungkook snaps his fingers to make a pair of black Ray-Bans with gold frames cover your eyes to match the ones tucked into his soft red hair and you notice the multitude of beaded bracelets adorning his wrist. 
“I haven’t gone to the beach in years,” you proclaim excitedly. 
Now that you two have settled that he’s a genie and you’re his mistress who gets to call all the shots, there is a sense of calm over the two of you and this wayward situation that you’ve thrusted the two of you into. He’s not acting the role of your boyfriend. He’s just someone you’re on vacation with and it makes it so much easier to relax when you keep that in mind. 
You eagerly reach out to grab his large hand in your much smaller one to tug him along with you, back outside of the condominium so that you two could eventually make your way to the beachfront. The male gives in easily, he engulfs his hand with yours and you can feel its warm heat cupping you comfortably. You give him a happy smile and proceed to pull him along with you which is much easier said than done because Jungkook finds it hilarious to drag his feet and stand his ground on the gravelly cobblestone streets so that he can laugh at your feeble attempts at strength as you try to move him. 
Jungkook is bored at the beach. You scowl at him. He’s being a party pooper, acting like a black hole that’s bringing down your excitement and sucking it all in. He has no idea how to relax. You had told him as much when he sighed as he sat down next to you in the little area you made him create for the two of you. There’s a cute blanket for the two of you to lie on and an umbrella if you no longer want to be in the sun. You even got him to materialize some books for you (you just had to tell him the author and title) but from the looks of his displeased frown when he discovered that nearly all of the books have raunchy covers, Jungkook’s not thrilled about your little omission. 
You glower at him. The blanket is massive with enough space for the two of you, yet Jungkook sits so close beside you that you’re almost halfway to the sand as you hover near the edge of the cloth. You slip your shorts off and put it on one of the beach chairs next to the two of you before flopping down again. You turn your body around so that you are facing the beach as you lie on your stomach, your elbows propping you up so you can read the third book of the Bridgertons series. 
“God, Jungkook,” you goad, “If you’re not going to do anything, can you apply my sunscreen on me?” It’s in the little tote you have with you.
Jungkook scrunches up his face as he scrutinizes you from behind the lenses of his matching black sunglasses. You had to put yours back on your head because you couldn’t read anything with how dark they made the page appear. “Why don’t you put sunscreen on me first?” 
“Jungkook, you don’t need sunscreen!” you whine. “You’re a genie. You don’t have to worry about the dangers of skin cancer and UV rays.”
“It’s amazing how often I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he muses as he huffs at you, going into your bag to pull out the sunscreen.
Perhaps because he’s unused to applying sunscreen on, you doubted the Joseon era (which was the last time he had been out) Koreans did because you were pretty sure it was invented in the early 1940s, he squirts what feels like half the bottle on your back. You screech at the cold aqueous feeling of the liquid as it trails down your figure approaching the barriers of your cute bikini top. 
“Jungkook!” you yelp. “Untie my clothes! It’s going to ruin them and leave ugly chalky marks on the fabric, you asshole! And you’re supposed to blend it into my skin so there’s no white cast.”
Jungkook places his hand against your back, cupping the deliquescent lotion and trapping it beneath his massive palm. One handedly, he undoes the tie to your brown string bikini, leaving your back bare as the cloth protects your minimal modesty in the front only. Ignoring what you had said about getting your bottoms ruined, he doesn't remove them, though you have no idea why. There’s not anyone near you on this long stretch of the coast. Instead, he just tugs it halfway down your ass. 
He moves his body so that his knees are straddling you on either side but since he’s lightly perched on your thighs, your uncovered ass is mere centimeters away from his crotch and when he moves to make sure that his hands are covering every inch of your revealed body with the sun block, you swear you can feel something large poking you at times.
His touch is feather light as his fingertips ghost along your back making you arch into him. His finger traces along your spine, making you keen lightly as you bite down on your lower lip to keep him from hearing you. His palms knead at the knots in your body as you still at the sensations he is pulling from your body. He’s being perfectly respectful, his hands stay on the length of your back, not moving under to canvas your breasts or slip down your hips or drift along the plump curve of your ass, yet somehow you are still mindless under his dexterous palms. 
Your eyelashes flutter closed, your eyes no longer able to focus on Benedict Bridgerton’s love story, as Jungkook massages the white cream into your skin with his strong hands. The male pulls his lip between his bunny teeth as he frowns when he hears your attempts to conceal the sounds that he is coaxing out of you. 
“Jungkook,” you pant out nervously, fearing how much further this can go if you don’t put a wise stop to it now. 
“Hmm?”
“I can do my legs,” you suggest. 
“Ah okay, Y/N,” he agrees. “But do you really want to spend the whole day reading that?” 
His face is twisted into a grimace as he glares at the upside down book you half opened to hold its place. 
“What do you want to do?” you ask getting up from the blanket and grabbing the bottle of sunscreen before squirting some on your hands to go over all the areas Jungkook hadn’t gotten around to.
“Do you want to go scuba diving?”
“Have you ever gone scuba diving?” 
“Of course not,” Jungkook rolls his eyes. “But I’ll try everything once.”
He whisks you two away to the Maltese island of Comino once you’re ready to call it quits at the beach. When you’re finally with the group of people who are getting ready to scuba dive with the instructor, suiting up and paying attention to the directions so they’re safe as they start to explore the reefs, lagoons, and underwater caves, you start to panic.
“Jungkook,” you mumble, edging closer to him and tiptoeing so you can whisper into his ear. The male turns his head to look at you, moving closer and instantly stooping down so you can easily state your piece. “Jungkook, I don’t feel comfortable scuba diving.”
“I’ll keep you safe, Y/N.” God, did you wish for the perfect boyfriend or what? Maybe drunk off her ass Y/N had something going for her. Even before, you had been tempted to make things get sexual as he was running those powerful hands over your pliant body, but you had managed to barely control yourself and keep yourself from shoving Jungkook down on the sand to climb over his body. It had been so nice of him to do that for you, very boyfriend, or as Jungkook would probably say, lover-like.
“Yes, I know,” you pause, deep in thought, before you continue, “but I don’t want you to limit your enjoyment because you’re so busy looking over me, trying to keep me from accidentally killing or maiming myself. Can we like do something a little more tame... like snorkeling? I don’t want to go so deep into the water.”
He gives into you easily, it doesn’t even take him a second to think about what you’re asking from him, and he readily transports the two of you onto a boat where a snorkeling class has already began to put on their masks and flippers before they make their ways to the edge of the boat to jump off. 
After watching the humans struggle putting on the equipment for ten or even fifteen minutes each, Jungkook decides it’ll just be easier if he does it for you so you don’t have to worry about if anything was worn improperly or unsafely.
He thinks you look adorable with the giant clear goggles; your long mane of hair squishes to your skull where the straps of the mask are pressing into your head and the lenses magnify your eyes making them look cute albeit a little bug-like. He quietly commands you to stop fiddling around with the snorkel; he knows you’re worried but he doesn’t want you to mess around with the pipe and accidentally disconnect what Jungkook had correctly set up for you. You’re waddling a bit in your large black and indigo flippers, attempting to pull your shorts off and get the holes through your suddenly enormous feet. You trip and Jungkook catches you, holding you against his bare chest because he had gotten rid of his clothes as well so he would only be in his swimming trunks.
“You okay?” he softly inquires, keeping you trapped within the heat of his comforting embrace. 
You can only squeak your reply, distracted about how his massive palms are so warm and almost entirely encapsulate your waist as he holds you up against him. There is something cool and metallic digging into your skin and your hand brushes against it. Was Jungkook wearing a waist chain? The male flinches away from your hold, stepping back instantly. 
“No need to worry about the jump or the water being too cold,” Jungkook murmurs, blatantly ignoring whatever had happened seconds ago, “I’ve got you.”
And in a flash, the two of you are underwater, surrounded by so much clean liquid that you can enjoy the greenish blue hue of the ocean and yet make out everything with such clarity. 
You frown when you notice that though Jungkook put on flippers he didn’t have a mask covering his face and making him look as distorted and ugly as you felt. It was so unfair; you have to look unattractive so you can breathe and not die submerged in the sea but Jungkook looks like a model with the water lifting his red locks and making them swirl around his head. Though he doesn’t want your eyes to focus on his waist, your gaze is immediately drawn to it, shifting their focus from the clean cut muscled edges of his eight pack, just barely able to make out the gold band that sits snugly around his bronzed skin, kept in place by the minimal flare to his hips, due to how your vision is slightly warped and distorted by your goggles. 
Jungkook reaches out to grab your hand, his long fingers wrapping themselves around your delicate wrist and he gently pulls you towards him, his lengthy legs swiftly flapping along as he propels his body around the water, taking you on his guided tour for one. Swimming side by side with Jungkook, you follow him deeper into the half submerged caves of St. Maria, your eyes taking in the mesmerizing schools of snappers and sea bream swimming around, ducking in and out of view when they travel around sandbars. You flinch into yourself, pulling away from Jungkook when you see a moray eel but the male just giggles, air bubbles releasing from his mouth as his chortles continue, his red hair a darkened burgundy cloud around his ears. He softly tugs you back to him and pursues on with the two of yours sea adventure. 
You gasp and clap excitedly when you see several cuttlefish and even a sand colored octopus, eagerly pointing it out to Jungkook, who only smiles when he notices your hand slip out of his again and then swims closer to the octopus to ooh and aah over it. Eventually, the snorkeling guide asks for everyone to come back onto the boat so that they can direct it over to a ship wreckage where you all will be allowed to go back into the sea to get a closer glimpse at the German minesweeper. 
The rusting boat is a little deeper than expected and you find yourself hesitantly waddling your legs in the water to keep yourself in the same unmoving position, while the rest of your class energetically flaps their legs to swim towards the ship, swimming further into the depths of the Maltese sea. Jungkook looks back at you from where he had gone to follow the crowd, his lips jutting out as he purses his lips, deep in contemplation. 
His eyes narrow as he looks at you consideringly though you’re absentminded in your persisting fear and have not become aware of his gaze in your direction yet. He smoothly paddles back to you, holding you with his warm palm pressed against the small of your back. You look up at him and shiver. 
Do you want me to help you? You know I wouldn't let you drown or have anything bad happen to you? You purposefully screw and unscrew your eyes shut, trying to make sense that this powerful genie possesses the ability to broadcast his thoughts into your mind because the two of you can’t speak in water. He probably has a more equipt way of dealing with that too but was choosing to exert less energy.
You nod brusquely and the male transports the two of you right by the wreckage where the rest of the class are enthusiastically swimming around and admiring the ruins of the World War II ship. Jungkook gently presses on your lower back pushing you forward to encourage you to explore the minesweeper on your own but you back up pressing yourself into his front, not even leaving an inch of space in between you. 
He looks down at you indulgently, tucking one of your wildly floating locks of hair behind your ear, as his hand moves away, it caresses the side of your cheek, making its way down. As you let out a longing sigh, he grips the underside of your jaw, tilting your chin up so he can remove the mouthpiece to your snorkel before he swoops down to capture your lips with his.
You’ve been yearning for his kiss since the moment you woke up and found your eyes enraptured by those pillowy coral colored lips, and Jungkook does not disappoint. They taste like mint chapstick and coffee as he hauls your body against his, one of his brawny arms locking you into his hold while the other works its way up while he winds his fingers through the drenched locks of your hair. As you continuously gasp in between every short kiss he slots over your lips, your hands travel across his broad shoulders and impressive back where you can feel flexing bundles of muscles beneath your fingertips. 
Tiring of the small abrupt pecks, Jungkook pulls you up, your legs instinctually wrapping around his hips as you meet him for a more impassioned kiss. You enthusiastically part your mouth, welcoming him and his tongue licks its way into that wet cavern, twining around your tongue as you both fight for control. You’re weak to the way that his lips mold against yours with its firm pressure, fitting against you perfectly. As you wrap your arms around his neck, holding on tight, Jungkook moves his hands to cup your ass, fitting you more perfectly against him. He gropes your butt fervently as your fingers snake themselves into his luscious locks. 
You can feel his curious wandering hands roving across the planes of your body as you lean deeper into the kisses, gasping when Jungkook releases you to let you catch your breath. But even then, your lips are still attached to his as he busies himself with nibbling on your plump bottom lip, not wanting to waste a single second. His fingers find themselves into the hidden space between your cheeks, gripping on them softly to spread them more apart and then he runs his index finger across the seam, traveling from your clenching asshole to your fluttering core. Your pussy gushes more and more with his every pass over it, not that he can tell with you both underwater. But surely he can sense that your clit is becoming more sensitive and engorged with the minimal simulation, eager for more. His fingernail catches on that little bud his next pass over and you moan loudly against his lips before accidentally biting down on the lower one impassionately. 
When the two of you break apart, he leans his forehead against your nape, licking over his bitten lip tasting the faint flavor of iron and sea salt. It stings a little, if he wants to be completely honest. But with a simple burst of his powers, the pain is gone and since Jungkook already has his face pressing against your neck, he uses the opportunity to dart his tongue into the shallow pools of your collar bones, lapping at them softly, his tongue moving across your throat to manipulate whines and keens out of you. Even as he does this, his focus is split and he finds himself nudging your copper colored bikini bottom to the side as he reveals your pussy folds to one of his questing hands. 
Jungkook grows daring as he nudges at your pussy with nimble fingers, thumbing your clit and pressing down hard enough to make you wail. His fingers dart across the furled petals leading to your throbbing core and he ghosts those appendages, letting you feel the sudden sensation of fullness before it’s swiftly gone like you imagined it. You’re writhing in his arms, sound travels differently in the ocean but he selfishly doesn’t want anyone to see your eyes rolling backwards as your mouth opens wide in an ahegao type expression. 
A red flush covers your tanned skin, travelling from your décolletage to your throat and Jungkook finds himself capturing your chin in his firm grasp. His thumb swipes at your lips repeatedly until you finally part them so he can shove it inside all whilst jutting two fingers in and out of your cunt deliciously. You gag around the appendage, saliva trailing down your lips and painting the sides of your mouth as you struggle to acclimate your body to the brutal and hectic pace of how he thrusts his fingers in and out your folds. 
With Jungkook’s promise to keep you safe, you don’t have to worry about sputtering and choking on salty sea water, instead you’re doing so on his thick fingers which are a pale and slim imitation to how his cock will feel in your mouth. With your focus so frayed and with him dead set on making you go mindless with lust, Jungkook turns his focus to his mouth, nipping his way down the neglected column of your throat, until he gets to your cleavage. Jungkook chooses to bite down on that golden circle connecting the two halves of your skimpy bikini, pulling at it with his bunny teeth before letting go again to have the swimwear bounce against your skin, stimulating your nipples and making them harden into beads. He kisses and tongues your breasts through the moisture resistant fabric, growling in frustration at its thickness that inhibits his abilities to inflame you even further. He nabs it between the hold of his clenched teeth and tugs, pulling at your top until only one cup is left maintaining your precarious modesty. 
With one of your breasts free from the cloth, Jungkook wastes no time to wrap his lips around it’s stiffened tip. His agile tongue swirls itself around, laving the hardened bud, and he gently nibbles at it, making you reflexively nip at his thumb. He has you wrapped around him both figuratively and literally, and he divides his attention, never forgetting to incite your pulsating pussy with forceful pumps of his appendages as he sucks on your breasts and lets you suck on the fingers to his other hand. There’s something about gagging on Jungkook’s tatted digits that has you raggedly inhaling through your nose and falling apart at the seams at all the attention your body is under. 
When you finally cum, you sag against him; your top is halfway down your abdomen and one of its straps is dangling by your elbow. Your eyes are still blown out from lust but you’ve calmed down somewhat though you're desperately trying to catch your breath, counting on Jungkook’s inexhaustible strength to hold you up beside him. You seem to be completely unaware of your surroundings and how the other snorkelers swim closer to the two of you since you are both breathless and a little disoriented from the heated kisses, and more, that followed.
Fortunately for your unsettled self, the male isn’t standing idle as you are, trying to make sense of your surroundings. He fixes your bottom so that it no longer digs into your soft curves and repositions it so that your pussy is completely covered. You float in the water and let him manhandle you like you’re his pretty doll, letting him secure up your bikini so your breasts are no longer exposed. He even reties it in the back for you before he puts your snorkel back onto your mouth. But as he does so, he bites on his lower lip, sucking his cheeks in as his eyes hold a glimmer of something that he’s trying to hide from you.
You irately raise your eyebrows at him as he finally lets out the laughter he had been holding in, in the form of a breathy chuckle. Sorry, it’s nothing, his thoughts are once again intruding your mind, it’s just I forgot you were wearing your cute goggles, that’s all!
Immediately you are still as mortification takes over your body, a frown adorning your features. And just like that, the moment is broken and you are no longer under his spell. 
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In the afternoon, you two walk around the beachfront of where your condo lies, tired after scuba diving and wanting to engage in some low level, minimal effort tourism. Well, you’re tired; Jungkook has a boundless expanse of energy. He’s like an excitable puppy who takes on everything he sees as if it’s his first life although you know it’s not. But you suppose, if you were kept in a prison regularly for upwards of hundreds of years without any idea when your next chance at freedom was, you too would make the most of every opportunity that presented itself to you. 
Jungkook claps every time you pick up something that suits you and immediately buys it for you, flitting between acting the role of a supportive best friend and a sexy sugar daddy, but you’re into it, enraptured by the duality that suits him, giving him a cute glow to his dark brown doe eyes. After you end up with too many souvenir bracelets and little knick knacks, even a little pouch to hold your phone and money, though you aren’t likely to call anyone or need to spend any money during the next ten days, you cut Jungkook off from getting you anything more. You beg off for a chance to relax, maybe even take a midday nap which isn’t something you’ve done since you were in high school, before getting ready to go to the night time date that Jungkook promises will be even more spectacular. 
It’s about 6pm, and you’re all glammed up for your date with Jungkook. He’s taking his job of wooing you super seriously. You dimly wonder whether all genies are as competitive as Jungkook, striving for a 100% satisfaction guaranteed (which he certainly had done in the turquoise water earlier in the day). You had asked him about it during one of the rounds to the small kiosks around the open air bazaar, if you got to fill out a customer service report at the end of this entire experience. The male had narrowed his eyes at you, a slandered look of affront taking over his face as he wound up his arms together tightly and pointedly stalked away from you.
He seems to have mellowed out however. You could have sworn you heard him singing lightly as he went around his room, immersed in his tasks, talking to inanimate objects like the Disney character that he was. However Jungkook is a little bit petty, and had decided to withhold the location of your date tonight from you which left you with no idea of what dress code to aim for. 
You think you did pretty well, all things considered.
Your thick locks have been washed to get rid of all the salt that clung to them after your snorkeling excursion and you have it slicked back into a sleek half up half down hairdo that doesn't have a single hair out of place. Meanwhile, your makeup features smokey eyes and dark currant colored lips since you wanted your glam look to have an edge to it. 
Your outfit is made out of the contents of the packages and shopping bags that Jungkook had lined the wall of your room with, earlier in the day. You’re wearing a skin clinging Versace mini dress with a plunging neckline that barely covers your ass and is covered in glittery burgundy colored sequins. It makes your rack look fabulous which is only being held up with some nude bra pads, sticky tape, and sheer pleas for divine intervention. Meanwhile, your ass looks scrumptious and perky like you just got a BBL on this Maltese vacation. There are long strappy black Saint Laurent heels wrapping around your legs and lengthening the limbs making you look like an Amazonian queen. Gold Harry Winston hoops adorn your ears with a slim gold chain from the brand dipping into your cleavage while an assortment of rings from Chanel and Cartier adorn your fingers and offset the gold love bracelet banging against your left wrist. To put it simply, you look like a Goddamn fucking catch. 
After making sure that every detail to your look is perfect as you gaze into the full length mirror in your room and attempt tugging on the skirt of the Versace dress one more time, you leave your room to knock on the door to Jungkook’s room that is right beside it. 
The male opens it instantly, almost like he was waiting for you to knock and his jaw slackens a little as he takes in the full, lethal, image of you in your micro mini, with the tumbling dark locks of hair falling over your shoulder and your legs looking like they would look perfect over his shoulders with the strappy sandals still on, their thin stiletto heels digging into his back as he pounded you into blissful nirvana.
Like always, you remain oblivious to Jungkook’s ravenous and coveting glances. Mostly, it’s because you are similarly distracted. His hair is no longer cherry red or the blond that you think is its default; rather, Jungkook has long cobalt colored locks that get darker towards the roots framing his face suavely. He stands in front of you looking gloriously tall as he wears a slightly loose fit dark colored blazer that reveals a white tucked in shirt underneath and black cargo joggers to soften the formal look to his outfit. His black Prada Chelsea boots make him tower over you with their giant imposing soles. He has a few earrings in and a silver chain hanging from his neck that makes you wonder if it will clink against your nude body if the night ends with another bout of heated sexual exploration. When he offers you his hand, you notice that he has a few bands adorning his fingers as well. 
You allow yourself to get pulled into his embrace. He tucks you against his chest, your bare back hitting the soft cotton of his T-shirt, the fabric is so thin that you can easily feel the heat of his body and more importantly, every hard ridge of muscle. The waist chain is there too and you have figured out that it is probably what keeps Jungkook bound under the lamp’s control. No wonder he hates it.  
His arm is securely pressed against your waist, squeezing you lightly. He’s in a good mood and you are too. You’ll just ignore the fact that he’s an immortal and that he’s not actually yours. You two can play pretend for nine more days. While you sigh and your eyes softly shutter shut in contentment, he dips his chin into the hollow of your collarbone before he whisks the two of you away to the dinner that he had planned for the two of you.
You blink in confusion as you take in the new sight. 
The sky is turning purplish blue in the evening and from the looks of it Jungkook has just taken you to an empty construction site. There’s nothing but excavators, front loaders, and a bulldozer in your vicinity. The skeletal metal outline of a partially made building explains the presence of the class 8 vehicles. 
You gingerly step out of Jungkook’s hold, walking a full ten feet away before turning back towards him. Your head is cocked and your freezing fingers are gripping your hips as you place your hands on them. “Can you kill your master?” you whisper yell back at him hesitantly, “Is that allowed?”
Jungkook rolls his eyes before he scoffs, “No, it isn’t. Not that I would want to,” he side eyes you, “yet, anyway.” 
He says it lightly as a joke, obviously, but you let out a dry laugh of, “Ha. Ha. Ha,” to match his heinous sounding cackles as you glare back at him, full of indignation as you hold your ground, extremely nonplussed. 
“Get over here, will you?” he hisses, “Our date isn’t even here; it’s over there.” 
He points to a crane on the left and you squint in the direction, still baffled. “I don’t get it.”
Jungkook sighs with displeasurement before he transports in front of you and grabs you by the waist again. Within seconds you are transported to what appears to be a dinner table attached to a crane and Jungkook has already gotten you seat belted and safely harnessed into your seat. And to your even greater surprise, his comfy blazer is covering your arms, enveloping your body and keeping you warm as Jungkook’s discernible scent of delicate florals and rich sandalwood overwhelm your senses. 
He sits next to you because the table is long and rectangular and this is the only way to be close to each other. You have to twist your body to the left to face him but you don’t find yourself minding when you notice that there is a lovely grin on his kissable mouth and a lock of dark blue hair falling into his face that he doesn’t move away. The waiters as well as the safety instructors of this sky high restaurant suddenly reappear, from wherever it was that they were hiding, to bustle around the two of you, breaking the spell you had been under, hypnotized by Jeon fucking Jungkook. 
They fill up your wine glasses with a 1967 Burgundy and water, placing two baskets between the two of you that hold a variety of French breads. Jungkook gazes into your eyes from beside you, his palm pressed against his cheek. “Anything you want to try?”
You blink, flustered, as you take on the brunt of the heat from those glowing chocolatey orbs. You don’t think you have ever been in such close proximity to Jungkook while under such a thorough perusal. Your eyes immediately slide down and you focus your attention onto the menu that had been placed before you. Almost all of it is in French. 
You happily hum when you notice there is seafood, choosing to order the Moules-frites, mussels on a shallot and white wine sauce with shoestring fried potatoes. You murmur your request to Jungkook and he calls the waiter over to tell him your desire for seafood. Perhaps inspired by you, he orders salmon en papillote with beurre blanc, sauce vierge and sauteed asparagus. It sounds fancy but it’s just salmon wrapped in parchment paper that Jungook cuts open in front of you with a side of tomatoes dressed with vinaigrette, the French white butter sauce and asparagus. 
The two of you dig into your meals vigorously and you almost forget that you’re on a date as you sigh after every bite of the scrumptious meal that brings tears to your eyes over how amazing it tastes. 
Jungkook chuckles softly next to you, “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you sound so happy.” There is almost a wistful tone to his remark.
You lick a drop of the white wine sauce off your lip before tapping your mouth with a cream colored cloth napkin. “Well, you’ve only known me for about a day,” you tease. “But I love food.”
“I do too,” admits Jungkook. You knew that. You had spent more time around food and eating today than you did over most weekends that you had off. And it was always so much food. If anything, you would’ve been surprised if he had said he hated eating and that it was just a necessary task he had to partake in to continue to be alive like some of the gym bros you knew. This time the wistfulness of his tone is more evident and you easily catch it in his words. 
“You can’t enjoy food?” you inquire, sharply. You’re aghast. You could never imagine living such an abhorrent half-life. This was primarily one of the reasons that you were anti-Edward during the Twilight craze of the 2010s. You would never give up on the pleasures that came from eating to exchange it for a life of drinking only blood for sustenance.
“I don’t need to eat food to survive,” admits Jungkook forlornly, “I can’t enjoy it at all; it's just mastication for me. Like I’m chewing on sawdust covered in spices. But I still do it. It’s the only way to remind me of my humanity. And it looks so good. I can smell it but it tastes like nothing much and I can’t savor it at all.”
You quirk an eyebrow silently. This was the first hint you had gotten into Jungkook’s person. He used to be human once upon a time. You don’t want to rock the boat so you don’t hedge for more details. 
“That’s horrible,” you cry out instead, visibly livid on his behalf. “Would it help if I ate for the both of us?” 
He laughs again and pushes his salmon towards you, “Only because I know how much you adore seafood. You won’t be able to get the wine or dessert away from me though,” he warns. 
You just grin at him and he returns a lopsided one at you, his eyes crinkle at the corners softening his gaze as his dimples make an appearance for the first time. You gawk at him, mesmerized by his gorgeous features. He’s so handsome. You wonder if he was this handsome before he was a genie or if being a genie amped up his attractiveness so you would fall under his lure like a siren with her prey. Nah, with your luck Jungkook was probably born looking like Adonis. 
You two eat in comfortable company, the conversation ebbing and flowing freely. You tell Jungkook about your job as an admissions counselor and the terrible guilt you feel when you can’t help one of your students accomplish their dreams of graduating from one of the best four year universities in the nation. Jungkook oohs and aahs while also making sounds of dismay at the appropriate moments. He’s a great listener; he’s super involved in the conversation and makes you feel important as though what you’re sharing deserves to get heard. You’re not sure how much of it is an act he’s putting on for your benefit to fulfill your wish and how much of it is him going above and beyond, but you greatly appreciate it. Today might just be the best day of your life. You’ve been treated like a queen the entire time. 
In exchange for sharing your little anecdotes you beg Jungkook to share something with you to keep the repartee going. With a groan he gives into you, and animatedly chats to you about the time he had a vampiress find his lamp.
You gasp loudly, “Vampires aren’t real Jungkook!” you can’t stop laughing. It’s a good thing you weren’t chewing because you would have spit out your fancy dinner all over the pristine white table cloth.
He wags his eyebrows at you with a cocky smirk painting his lips, “Oh? Are you sure? I mean I’m a genie, Y/N. It would make sense for there to be other magical beings besides me. I wasn’t born into existence as a genie, I was created.”
“Yeah,” you murmur softly, is this your moment to ask Jungkook how it had all begun? “Jungkook, I—”
 “Monsieur, mademoiselle,” one of the servers had returned with your desserts in tow, intruding on your conversation, “crème brulée à la lavande.”
He places two leaf shaped cream colored ramekins in front of the pair of you. You hum in astonishment as you take in the delectable looking lavender infused crème brulée with the browned sugar crust and the decorative buds of lavender on top. It smells faintly floral and you just know that when you taste it, your tongue is going to be in heaven, tasting the delicate yet complex layers to the dish.
Jungkook smirks at you cockily before he spoons up a sizable scoop of the crème and pulls it into his mouth, his lips pursing around the utensil until he sucks off all the dessert on the ladeled part. He hums his pleasure as his tongue rolls around in his mouth, sucking in the taste of the rich cream and the sweet sugar that is roped through it. His eyelids turn heavy and you have to suck in a breath when you realize this is probably what Jungkook would look like if he ate you out and was savoring the taste of your juices on his velvety lush tongue. 
You’re flustered but you can’t let him have the upperhand. You pick up the little dessert spoon and tap on the sugar crust, cracking it softly before you carefully scoop some of the confection onto your utensil, making sure to get both the hardened sugar and the smooth cream underneath.
You moan around it as you close your mouth with the first bite. You’re in heaven, you’re not sure you have ever had anything that was quite as rich or decadent as this before in your life. The velvety texture of the crème brulée swamps your tongue while the sugar melts into it from the heat of your warm, lush mouth. Your senses are heightened as you can taste every single ingredient that has gone into the dish and you inhale sharply before letting out another soft moan of satisfaction.
You wrap your lips around the spoon as you twirl your tongue around it to make sure you’ve gotten every last bit of the dessert off of it before you release from your mouth with a light pop. There’s a gossamer thread of spit connecting your lip to the spoon so you quickly dart your tongue out to break it. The male next to you shudders lightly, his breath hitches raggedly as he glares at you with hard eyes that have gone dark from the heat of his debauched desires. 
“Y/N,” he warns, groaning lightly, his tongue nearly poking a hole through his cheek in his irritation.
“Hmm?” you reply with faux innocence, determined to play with fire tonight. You don’t want to get burned tonight, oh no, you want much much more than that. You want to get consumed by the flames that have Jungkook within their hold.
You continue to eat up your crème brulée slowly, savoring each and every carefully scooped spoonful. Your tongue rolls in your mouth after each bite as you try to lick up all of the cream from the crevices before you go in for the next spoon. You’re not playing up your reactions by any means; it’s so delicious and rich, meant to be relished. And Jungkook is, figuratively, eating up all of the noises slipping between your plump sugar covered lips. His jaw is tight, lips thinned into a harsh line as he heatedly glares at you.
“It seems to me like you want something else to draw out those little pathetic sounds from your throat,” Jungkook grates, “until, perhaps, they are full blown moans of ecstasy.”
You still when you feel his long sinuous fingers gripping into the soft flesh of your exposed thigh. His palm is feverishly hot against your skin and Jungkook takes advantage of the fact that you’re wearing a mini dress to push your thighs apart and slip his hand in between. 
“Ju-Jungkook,” you stammer, letting your spoon clank against the ramekin where there’s still more than half of the dessert left. Your hands go to where his is cupping your cunt through the diaphanous black mesh thong you’re wearing from Agent Provocateur, you pull at his arm and attempt to take it off but you’re unable to shake the grip he has on you as his fingers stroke lines against the seam to your cunt through the thin, ineffective barrier of your panties. The pad of his index finger runs its path up and down until your pussy lips feel swollen, the folds sensitive and inflamed, as you slowly wet the mesh material until it’s practically invisible from how drenched it becomes. 
“What are you doing?” he hisses, his tone both gruff and lethal. “Get your hands off of me.” 
Your insides warm as you get aroused from his harshness and you let your hands fall off from where they were still attempting to pull him away. You already had a flush from the wine earlier heating your skin but now the blood crawls up your chest and rushes to your cheeks for a different reason.
“Don’t you have a dessert to eat, Y/N?” Jungkook mocks, pausing his fingers’ wickedly dexterous pursuit.
“I-I,” you stutter, “Y-y-yes, Jungkook.”
Your body was turned 90 degrees so that you could face him but when he raises an eyebrow that means ‘Get on with it,’ you instantly turn back around to properly face the dinner table and pick up your spoon from the ramekin with a shaking hand. You scoop up some of the dessert into your mouth and nervously close your lips around it, hyper aware of everything that is happening around you, on the tether hooks as you wait with bated breath for Jungkook’s next move.
He pinches your clit, invoking a squeal to slip out of your mouth as your walls flutter around nothing, clenching in dismay. “Why so silent, Y/N? Aren’t you enjoying your dessert? I think I’m going to feast on you though.”
“Mmpfh,” you moan behind clenched teeth, hurriedly swallowing down the velvety cream and spooning up another bite to place into your mouth, “It’s so good, Jungkook,” you gasp breathlessly.
“Good,” Jungkook grunts into your ear, he’s halfway out his chair, his body stretching over the small distance between your seats. His chest is digging into your shoulder and he has an arm, the one whose digits aren’t currently focused on stroking you into madness, wrapped around your back so that he can slip it around the front and hold your neck in it’s grip, squeezing it lightly in warning. Your breath catches in your throat and you gulp, able to feel every cold curve of each individual metal ring on his fingers lightly pressing into your skin. 
“You want to keep eating, Y/N?” Jungkook murmurs, hot breath tickling your ear as his lips brush against it before he pulls your delicate lobe between his teeth. 
“N-No!” you protest.
“Oh?” He quips. His voice has gone low and raspy, the tenor of his tone licking flames in the pit of your stomach, causing your nerves to tingle from anticipation, “Got something else in mind for dessert, princess?”
You pause hesitantly. The words are stuck in your throat.
“Go on, Y/N, tell me what my bratty spoiled princess really wants for dessert,” Jungkook growls, removing his long nimble fingers from the wet heat of your cunt when you don’t answer him.
Your hands immediately fly down, pressing down on his to keep it trapped between your warm palms and your waxed, bare mons. “You, Jungkook. You,” you wail, “I want you for dessert.”
“I thought so,” murmurs the genie silkily. He removes his hand from your throat, his thumb rubbing circles into the delicate flesh before his fingers move away to tuck a wayward lock of hair behind your ear. He unwinds his arm from around you, choosing to grip your chin, tilting your mouth up before meeting your lips in a fervent messy embrace.
It’s more desperate than sensual, a frantic clashing of lips as your tongues tangle with each other and your teeth almost knock against each other from the brutal force of the kisses. Jungkook drags your plump lower lip into his mouth, his teeth lightly nipping on it while he sucks until it feels raw and battered. His hand is tangled into your hair and he’s gripping on those locks tightly to maneuver your head in the exact position he wants. You ignore the pain erupting from your scalp as your palms freely roam the length of his upper body, slipping under the thin cotton T-shirt he had on to rake your long acrylic nails against his warm, muscled back. Your fingers travel up to his broad shoulders, gripping them under his shirt until you leave little crescent indentations from your nails on his flesh.
Jungkook shifts his lips from yours as he leaves you gulping for air, struggling to catch your breath. “My fucking selfish princess has bitten off more than she can chew on her quest to feast on everything she possibly can,” he murmurs, his hot breath fans over your cheek before he softly nips on the plumpest part of it. When you gasp at the sting, his tongue immediately darts out to soothe the pain as he licks up the side of your face messily. “Baby, you made a deal with the devil for these wishes,” he rumbles.
Your dress barely covers your chest which hectically heaves as Jungkook trails suctioning, bruising kisses down the length of your throat on the path to your breasts. The shimmery wine red cloth is barely hanging on to you as your hardening nipples struggle to keep them in position acting as the only thing holding them in place. The slippery cloth has almost fallen down several times, and you are millimeters away from suddenly exposing your entire upper half to the birds that are flying around as you sit on your sky high dinner date.
Jungkook’s strong agile fingers pull at the fabric as his mouth finds the large exposed expanse of cleavage available to him. He gently presses his lips on your soft warm skin before he parts them to leave hard open mouthed kisses on your breasts. When he’s finally able to get a strong enough purchase on the dress that he can pull it down to your waist, he deftly plucks the nude silicon pads off and flings them into the night sky before wrapping his lips against one of your hardened peaks.
His fingers are strumming at its twin while Jungkook sucks and sucks at your nipple like he thinks that he can get it to leak if he tries hard enough. That thought makes you still. An impregnation kink? You had never thought of it before but the thought of Jungkook fucking you with the sole purpose of breeding you and making you round and luminous as you carry his children, your breasts large and your curves plumper and softer than before has your heart beating loudly and erratically in your chest.
“Hey,” he complains when he notices you've gotten sidetracked in your thoughts. He bites down on your furled bud to draw back your attention, “Where did you go? Someone’s getting greedy. Do you need more, princess? Do you need me to do more so you’ll pay attention to me?”
“I,” you stammer. But Jungkook ignores you, he uses both of his hands to maneuver your skin clinging dress over your hips and then he tucks two fingers into the thin ribboned band of your underwear, pulling it away from your heated skin until the delicate mesh falls apart from his use of force, getting ripped straight off of your cunt. His jaw absentmindedly falls open a little as takes in the sight of your glistening pussy folds. 
“Oh, baby, you’re so pretty,” he murmurs. 
He plunges his middle finger in, going deep within your core as he curls it up, pumping within you so furiously that you can hear loud squelching sounds coming from your gushing pussy.
“Jung-Jungkook,” you whine. You need more. You need to be stuffed. “Jungkook, I can take more!” The last word comes out as a scream when he suddenly thrusts his ring finger and pinky inside you too. All three digits are assailing your insides, your core tightens around them, clenching hard but it doesn’t stop his intensity as he makes a complete mess of your pussy, wetness gushing out and dripping on your seat, trailing down your parted thighs. 
He has the side of his face pressed against your chest, your stiffened tips poking harshly into his right cheek as he glances downwards at the wreckage he’s created from the fruits of his labor. Your head is bent with your chin tucked on top of his crop of dark cyan hair, your long tumbling locks of hair falling forward to hide your expression as Jungkook makes you lose your mind underneath him.
“Your clit is so swollen, sweet girl, do you want me to rub it?” He asks, turning towards your breasts, rubbing his face into them, his nose tickling the valley between them. 
“Yes, Jungkook,” you urge breathlessly, “Please.”
His thumb and forefinger pinches that little sensitive bead, rolling it in between them before rubbing it side to side in a rapid, furious pace. “Or maybe it’s still not enough,” Jungkook wonders, “Do you want my head buried between those thighs as you ride your way to release or do you want my cock pounding you into submission, baby?”
Your mouth is hanging open, you can barely think, let alone put together a string of words that will have Jungkook satisfied with your reply. “Jungkook,” you pant, “I need—”
“Monsieur Jeon?” the waiter inquires after returning.
You still immediately, your head bending even further to conceal your body with your hair though you are already covered by Jungkook’s body on top of yours.
“Yes, Pierre,” Jungkook murmurs, not moving his face away from the comfort of your breasts. You hadn’t even realized that had been the name of your server.
“If you and mademoiselle are done with your dinners we can take you back to the ground.”
“Yes, thank you, Pierre. We would appreciate that.”
“I will go inform the team,” Pierre acquises, “Would you like for me to get more wine as we make our way down?”
“I think we are fine for now,” assures Jungkook. 
When the staff finally leaves you push Jungkook off of you, straightening up your dress, pulling it over your breasts and tugging it down to cover your bottom again. 
Jungkook merely smirks, purring, “You’re changing your tune so soon, princess? I take it you don’t want for things to continue when we’re on the ground then?”
You stiffly cross your arms over your chest, using them as supports under your breasts to hold onto the dress and keep it from slipping down and making you expose yourself to all of the sky high restaurant’s crew since Jungkook had gotten rid of your bra pads.
“Did you have to do that?” you demand.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, princess,” Jungkook fibs.
You roll your eyes, “It’s not enough that every time we do something it’s in public but you’ve started to destroy my underwear too.”
“Oh relax, Y/N,” Jungkook coaxes, “Your rack is spectacular and will be doing a more than great job of holding up your dress. You have nothing to worry about. And even if you did ever expose yourself to anyone you didn’t want to, I would just erase their memories for you.”
“My hero,” you simper sarcastically, tugging on his right ear.
The male narrows his eyes at you, consideringly. His front teeth nip at his bottom lip and you know that you’ve gotten yourself in trouble again as Jungkook thinks up ways to get back at you during the descent of the restaurant. 
When you are finally back touching solid ground, you are able to messily untangle yourself from the harnesses that kept you secured to your seat. You almost fall flat on the ground when you gingerly step off the platform you two had been eating on, towards the cracked pavement of the empty lot. Your legs had turned into jelly during their time up in the air, it’s a combination of vertigo and your legs still being shaky from having you edged to an orgasm that was woefully stolen away from you.
Jungkook immediately catches you in his arms, peering down at you softly before coming to a decision. He lowers himself, bending down to wrap his arms around your back and thighs more securely, before picking you up in a bridal carry. Your breath gets caught in your throat as you stare back at him after hesitantly locking your arms around his thick neck.
“So,” he hedges, moving his face forward so that he can nudge at your plump cheeks with his nose. “Should the night end here princess?” he asks, “Or do you want the fun to continue when we get back home?”
“Yes, please,” you quietly beg.
Jungkook gently brushes his lips against your forehead before escorting the two of you home in a whirlwind cloud of gold dust before you two suddenly reappear in the hallway in front of the two of your rooms.
“Are we sleeping in different rooms tonight?” Jungkook inquires, just to check that your mind hasn’t changed within the last two minutes.
“Take me to your bed,” you softly urge the genie as you upturn your face, your nose nudging against the thin scar across his left cheek. He swiftly traipses forward, his long legs reaching his door in one effortless stride. 
His room is similar to yours except his bed is bigger, you notice with envy, and his furniture appears to be made of black colored iron unlike the white painted pieces in your room. He sets you down in front of him as he goes to close the door.
“Jungkook, babe,” you call out to his back. He raises an eyebrow as he turns to face you again. “Can you help me with my zipper? It’s a little hard for me to get it down.”
The slim invisible zipper to your deep burgundy shimmery dress is located right on the topmost part of your ass since it’s a mostly backless piece. Jungkook crowds you from behind, his massive frame enveloping yours as his long deft fingers go to zip you down. You shudder as his knuckles brush against the warm sensitive skin of your back, each touch sending a lighting bolt of attraction shooting up your spine while causing arousal to pool between your thighs. When the zipper is halfway down, resting on the swell of your ass, you step out of his hold. 
You turn around to face him as you pull down on the thin straps of the dress, letting them hang around your elbows as your bust works overtime to keep the dress up. With a twisted smirk painting your plush lips, you shimmy out of the glittery wine colored fabric, letting it pool around your Saint Laurent encased feet before stepping out of the circle of clothing lying on the ground. You lithely stalk towards Jungkook, your hair a sexy mess around your shoulders, curling into your breasts and brushing against your nipples as you make your way to the genie, completely nude since he had gotten rid of all of your underwear a while back.
Jungkook’s eyes softly shutter close as you finally reach him, his eyelids fluttering as he raggedly takes in a deep breath. You look utterly divine wearing only gold jewelry and your long strappy black heels that make your sun kissed limbs look miles long. You wrap your arms around his thick neck, pressing your heaving breasts against his hard pectoral muscles, “Jungkook?”
His hands grip onto your hips pulling your smooth crotch against his clothed one as he backs the two of you into the door. His hard pulsating cock is pressed against your slit and it makes you whimper when you shift and the zipper to his pants hits your clit. He secures his arms across your ass, pushing you up into his hold, making your toes tip because even in your heels you’re unable to be face to face with him. The man is sexily and inconveniently tall. Balancing all of your weight on your toes and Jungkook’s arms, you stretch so that your face is aligned with his and you can comfortably kiss him. Your teeth grab for his plump lower lip and pull it between yours so you can suck on that lush flesh, agitating it so it becomes red, wet, and swollen.
A subtle growl starts low in Jungkook’s chest as he pushes your body even further up and as you lose your footing you tangle a leg around Jungkook’s hips. His other hand moves up to roughly capture your jaw in its hold, locking you in position as he aggressively meets your lips back. His kisses are greedy and all-consuming; Jungkook kisses you like he’s a starving man and you are his first meal in a long time. His hand, the one that's gently hanging by your ass, starts to knead the supple flesh and your breath catches in your throat as you let out a choked gasp. His fingers are right by your puckered sensitive hole and you’re reminded of the fantasy you had had the night before he came into your life. Of a man touching and stroking you there in that forbidden orifice and working you up. 
Meanwhile, his mouth is busy; his tongue is prodding its way past your lips, slipping in and licking a torrid path in the lush cavern of your mouth. It’s agile and long, and the strong wet muscle twirls with your own, easily taking control of your mouth. The sounds slipping out of both of your lips as you continuously meet each other for more and more impassioned kisses are obscene; they’re loud wet sounds of fervent hunger that grow more frantic as the kisses persist.
Your core is clenching around nothing and it has you rutting against Jungkook’s crotch like a bitch in heat, leaving a dark damp patch on the black fabric of his dressy joggers. Jungkook stops stroking and squeezing your ass to pull your other leg around his hips until your stiletto heels are digging into his butt and you are wrapped entirely around his body like a koala. He backs away from the door, his lips breaking apart from yours so he can look where he is walking and carrying you. You are still kissing him though; your lips have trailed down to kiss and bite along his jaw and neck, you even let yourself suck on his Adam’s apple which has him gulping and your lips stretching into a smirk against the flushed smooth flesh  of his throat, as you can feel every movement underneath the delicate skin.
He carefully drops you onto the bed, taking precaution not to fall over with you and crush you underneath his weight. You stare up at him, wide-eyed as your lips part with hunger and surprise at the change in position. His large doe eyes have gone black with lust, becoming heavy lidded as they travel up the entire length of your body with lazy glances. 
He steps in between your parted legs, his hands curling around your soft meaty thighs, dimpling into them with the pressure from his fingertips. “Let me eat you out?” he asks huskily, his tenor sounding ragged and raspy.
“Please,” you beg with wide eyes shining with lust. Your legs part even more to let Jungkook see just how wet your folds are.
He sinks to his knees before you, holding down on your thighs as he lowers himself to the ground. He places a flurry of light open mouth kisses against your soft thighs as he nudges them apart and pulls you forward so that your ass hangs off the bed and he can throw your legs over his shoulders. Your Saint Laurent encased limbs spasm against his back and the pointed heels dig into his white T-shirt making him grunt as he falls forward a little. 
You let out a pained whine when you notice Jungkook manages to catch himself right before he faceplants onto your cunt. He slowly lowers his face, nose tenderly nudging at your slit before he purses his lips and kisses at your folds. He gently mouths at the petals of oversensitive and swollen flesh, softly lapping at the juices that cling to them. You let out a shrill, frenzied moan when he flattens his tongue against your core, licking long and hot fat stripes down the opening. Your fingers snake into his damp indigo colored locks, drenched from his sweat, scratching your acrylic nails against his scalp as you attempt to push him down further into your crotch. 
He slides his hands up your warm thighs making your muscles contract at the sensation before he grabs onto your hips, guiding their motion with his grip. He lets you rock against his mouth frantically, opening his jaw wide as your juices that he’s unable to capture drip down his chin. You wail, letting out a desperate sob as he buries his face deeper into your cunt licking and slurping like a man maddened from lust. His nose juts against your swollen inflamed clit as his teeth clamp down lightly on your folds and pull at them gently, making you convulse and twitch as you mindlessly shove your pussy against him. 
“Is this good, sweet girl,” he murmurs huskily, “Is this what you wanted?”
He brushes his plush lips over your clit, teasing you, tempting you until he has your laser focus drawn to what he is doing. It’s then that he starts working on that hyper responsive bundle of nerves, teasing that little bead with flicks of his tongue, hard focused snaps of his wet muscle against the overworked bud. He’s giving you everything; his mouth wrapping around your clit, his lips gently pressing against it in faux respite, his teeth nipping it to draw out cries, and his tongue manipulating it to make you turn feral. He’s got you in the palm of his hand and it makes him realize that he’s been neglecting you in perhaps the most important way.
“Is,” his tongue jabs into your core, “This,” his teeth clamp down on your clit, inducing tears to spring from your eyes, “Good,” he slurps at your arousal noisily, repeating the question.
You frantically nod in his direction before you realize he can't see your expression with his face shoved into your pussy. “Ye-Yes,” you choke out, clearing your throat that's gone rough from the constant stream of screaming that Jungkook’s been able to pull from your lips. You think it subsides him but then he tilts his head in a calculating way that’s got you freezing against him.
He pulls away to draw your attention back to his face, you glance at him with glazed over eyes that are confused yet frustrated. Staring right at you with sleepy, hooded lids, he holds your gaze as he runs his index finger up and down your fluttering core, gathering up your juices on top of his finger, using the transparent ropes of arousal to coat his finger, lubricating it before he plunges it into you. 
“Jungkook,” your legs spasm over his shoulders as you accidentally hit his back with one of your high heels. “I’m gonna c— I’m gonna COME! I can’t— I can’t take much more of THIS!” Your hips raise up from the bed as you squirm, fucking his finger into you since he hasn’t started moving it yet. 
He stares at you consideringly, “Fuck my fingers Y/N,” he raspily commands, “Fuck yourself to completion.”
You still, momentarily unnerved but Jungkook uses his thumb to flick the nail of his middle finger against your clit, which not only pulls out an embarrassing keen from your mouth but also spurs you into action, rocking your hips in fluid motions as your core takes in the entire length of his index finger.
You whine in frustration, complaining, “Jungkook, this isn’t enough!”
“I’d say make it enough,” the male responds, “If I hadn’t been tempting you all night long. Consider yourself lucky, princess.” And with that Jungkook shoves three more fingers in you, pumping them into you impressively faster and harder than he had ever teased you before, almost inserting half his hand, a centimeter into his palm as well, into the cunt he stretched out during dinner. It’s a good thing he thought to do that since you would be struggling when he finally took you. 
Your vision turns white as your eyes almost roll backwards and your teeth chatter, knocking into each other due to the violent intensity at which Jungkook was impaling your pussy with his fingers. Your thighs quake uncontrollably as you’re finally pushed to the brink. With your voice crescendoing into a needlessly long and cacophonously loud scream, you reach an earth shattering climax, slumping down onto the bed, your legs twitching absentmindedly.  
The male gets off of his knees, the bottom half of his face is still glistening with the remnants of your arousal. He stretches, his broad shoulders getting rolled back, before he one-handedly pulls off his fitted white tee in a decidedly sexy manner. Your eyes immediately shift to his bare upper half when you hear the clink of metal and you find yourself staring at, for the first time, his golden waist chain. The gossamer strands of metal are wrapped around his thin, sun bronzed waist, practically blinding you with the shine from their yellow color that glitters as it moves with every flow and shift of Jungkook’s body. 
Jungkook doesn’t let the chain hold your attention for too long, immediately distracting you as he unbuttons and undoes the fly on his dark cargo joggers. He lets the fabric hang loose around his hips as he palms his massive shaft though the black cotton of his Balenciaga boxer briefs. He rubs the bulbous tip of his cock through the thin fabric of his underwear as he toes off his imposing spiky heeled Chelsea boots. Once the shoes are off, he gently tugs on his pants, letting them pool around his ankles and stepping out of them.
He walks towards you almost nude except for the briefs that cling to his muscley thick thighs and show how pronounced his dick is as it struggles to pop out from behind the band. There is a cocky smirk painting his lovely coral colored Cupid’s bow and his nicely shaped eyebrows quirk in challenge as he steps in your direction. You groan in impatience and need as he stands in front of you, legs spread hips’ length apart. A light chuckle sounds from behind the plush lip he’s biting hard as he pushes down on the black elastic band of the underwear and his massive cock, which you have only felt against you but never seen before this moment, bounces out from the confines. He’s larger than you dreamed he could be, and you know better than to assume that Jungkook, fiercely competitive and authentic as he is, would increase the size with magic. 
Your hips are already subconsciously gyrating against the air as you take him in with a slackened jaw and numbly hanging open mouth. It’s girthy and twitching lightly, slightly bouncing as it stands proud free from the confines of pants and underwear. The mushroom tip is swollen and flushed a dark berry red. The thick protruding vein you wanna nibble on, runs along the underside of the cock and is more pronounced, becoming easier for you to see, when he holds up the shaft to rub at its bulbous head to work precum out of it, make the white viscous liquid bead from the tip. 
His cock is fucking pretty, and you want to suck on it, but a quick glance at the male reveals that he’s too impatient to let you do that now and just wants you to take him in. You can’t blame him after he’s gotten you off about half a dozen times over the course of the day without having blown off some steam himself. 
The tattoos along his arm seem to pop against his sun kissed skin as he strokes his cock which swells at the stimulation. “Ready princess?” he asks quietly.
“Please.” You beg a repetition of the one word that always finds its way easily to your lips when Jungkook is working you up. 
He guides his cock to your gushing slit, brushing the mushroom head against your folds, rubbing it into them causing his precum and your arousal to combine and mix. He slaps his head against your clit a few times before he deems you sufficiently drenched and ready to take him in. He slowly presses the round tip into your folds, hunting for your opening, his veiny hand guiding his shaft’s path. Slowly it breaches you, causing your mouth to fall open as a sex crazed look takes over your features. You moan a long, wanton sound at the intrusion, even though Jungkook took his time preparing you, it’s been more than a year since you’ve fucked anyone. With one hand still directing his cock, he uses the other to grab your hip to gently lift it up so he can palm the small of your back and push you up towards him.
You meet him eagerly, squirming as you help him get you up, throwing your arms over his shoulders and holding onto his neck with a deathgrip. He slowly moves the hand from your back to run along your hip and then your thigh so that he can wrap your curvy leg around his hip. Pulling your leg up had another advantage as well, now he can more easily enter you and he slams into you, impaling you with his cock until he is fully sheathed and your waxed bare mons meet the nicely groomed dark patch of hair on his pubic bone, your pelvises flush against each other. 
You can feel the ridges of his shaft sliding along your walls as they clench around him, letting you feel every bump and vein. “A-Ah,” you stutter as a mewl slips from your panting lips. “Jung—JUNGKOOK,” you cry out as his cock twitches within you and the tip just barely hits that elusive g-spot.
“Fuck,” he grunts before a guttural moan breaks out of him. 
“God, princess. This is what you wanted all along didn’t you. The entire day you’ve been teasing me. Tempting me with those fucking sly smiles and suggestive looks. You didn’t want a fucking considerate boyfriend you wanted a rude libertine to blow your back out. Isn’t that right—princess,” he hisses through his clenched teeth.
You’re unable to answer him as he quickens the pace, slipping in and out of you furiously, taking his cock almost entirely out with only his fat tip in you before thrusting manically again, pounding into your pelvis, battering up your insides and making you turn into a boneless pile of goo.
You’re practically drooling at this point while your eyes are shiny from the tears that come from his frantic impaling as he jackhammers into you. Your mouth is hanging open and he smacks the ass cheeks he’s been gripping onto this entire time when you don’t give him a reply.
“This.” Smack. “Is.” Smack. “What.” Smack. “You.” Smack. “Wanted.” Smack. “Isn’t it, princess?” he growls, ending off with one last smack.
“Yes, Jungkook!” you sob, “This is what I wanted!” You’re inconsolable as he continues with the frenzied onslaught of sex. 
He hauls you up even further, he had one arm hugging your lower back as the other focused on keeping your thigh firmly locked around his waist and then you’re bouncing on his cock in midair, the metal of his waist chain poking into the soft skin of your tummy every time the two of you met into the middle. It’s a good thing he’s helping you stay attached to him because with the way he is bending you over, making your back arch as he attacks your breasts and neck with impassioned bites and kisses, you would have fallen right off of him without the extra support.
He makes his way up to your mouth, peppering your skin with sucking kisses before finally reaching it and wildly attacking your lips with his in a messy frenzy of teeth and tongue. After what seems like long interminable moments, he finally releases your lips with a wet pop. There’s still a string of saliva connecting the two of you that breaks when he parts open his mouth and whispers sweetly against yours, “That’s all you had to say, princess.”
He picks up the pace as he buries his face into your neck, dead set on leaving a bruising hickey that will remain for several days. You press your lips against his crown, his blue hair tickling your nostrils as you attempt to silence your cries against his scalp. His hold on you tightens like he never wants to let you go, keeping your sweaty body clinging to his, his biceps flexing as he grips onto you and jackhammers uncontrollably, losing all signs of rhyme or rhythm, just knowing that he wants to be buried in your heat forever.
“Say you want this,” he demands. “Say you want ME!” The last word is punctuated by a brutal thrust that hits your g-spot perfectly and has you crying into his hair. 
“I want you,” you sob, “God, I need you Jungkook.” Your breasts are heaving against his hard pecs, your nipples dragging along the smooth solid planes of his chest as you struggle to get your words out.
If you could have seen Jungkook’s eyes at that moment, you would have seen how they turned reddish black, the color of molten lava as a look of pure possessiveness took over his features. But since you can’t see his face, you’re unaware of how your genie is falling for you just as easily as you are falling for him. 
The loud sounds of his balls hitting your skin resound through the bedroom and Jungkook never lets down on the pace. He fucks you into submission as you hang off of him, jellylike with no control over your spasming limbs. Jungkook takes your well timed bout of flexibility to maneuver your legs off of his thighs to hang off his elbows as he wraps his arms around your knees and has them circle behind you. This new height and shift in position has his hip rolls drag his cock through your folds in a more enticing manner, working up your engorged clit with every pounding. You almost forget that he’s no longer hitting your g-spot as you shriek loudly, your poor clit sobbing at the new brutal onslaught of stimulation. 
“Jungkook,” you keen, “God, Jungkook. I don’t know how much further I can go.”
“I’m sure you’ll keep up,” he hums meanly, as he pistons his hips again and again. You’re writhing against him, barely able to roll your hips to meet his every thrust anymore. You feel like you just ran a marathon and you’re approaching the last yard. The end is near and you can sense it with how overheated your body becomes and how you wince and whimper at every move Jungkook makes, able to feel every drag of his magnificent cock through your core down to what feels like the cellular level. Your walls keep clenching onto him tighter and tighter as well, reluctant to release him from their hold and he finds himself putting in even more effort into every snap of his hips.
“You’re almost there aren’t you, sweet girl,” he mumbles against your throat, biting harshly along the delicate skin under your jaw and pulling at it with his front teeth. You can only let out a wordless amalgamation of sounds erupt from your throat as you moan. 
“Let me take you there, princess,” he mutters, “I’ll be your guide, darling.” He bucks into you one last time and he’s almost done it. He’s sent you there to that precipice. You’re hanging on the high but you need to come down. All it takes is one pinch from his clever fingers to your bruised clit as he bites down on your shoulder and you’re there, screaming as you hit your release, gushing around him like a broken sprinkler while Jungkook soothes the abused flesh with soft kitten licks from his tongue, his cool saliva covering the tender area like a balm. 
As you hang of his body, your head sagging against his chest, arms no longer bothering to hold onto his neck, the male lets a faint smile grace his lips, holding you up with his impressive strength, gently rocking his cock into your drenched folds a couple more passes over before he explodes inside of you, painting your walls with his hot viscous ropes of white cum. 
You’re practically asleep in his arms when he’s struggling to pull his shaft out of your fluttering folds that still want to keep it sheathed in their slick embrace, warming his cock with their heat, but he persists, gently dragging it out. The amount of cum that flows out from between your thighs after that is almost obscene. 
Jungkook looks back at his bed before glancing at the mess the two of you have created and decides that the best thing to do right now would be to magically make the liquid disappear before also cleaning you two up like you two had come straight out of a shower. Once your skin is glowing and clean, he gently lays your body down on the right side of his bed, carefully making sure that your head is correctly positioned on the fluffy pillow before covering up your nudity with the silk comforter. 
He walks over to the other side and slips easily into bed, facing the ceiling as he reclines next to you, pondering something. He seems to finally come to a decision and the lights flicker off, swamping the room in darkness, as he turns over to face you and drags your body into his so that your ass is pressed against his front. Throwing an arm and a leg over your form that is loose-limbed in slumber, the male comfortably spoons you before he plunges into sleep as well. 
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Summary: You were always there for Jungkook, no matter the intensity of the trouble he was in, you were always there for him.
genre: college student! Jungkook x reader!, best friends to lovers.
Warnings/tags: Angst, fluff, smut, fingering, oral, mentions of unprotected sex, panic attacks, insecurities, accidental pregnancy/child, dirty talk, pet names.
Words: 23.7K
A.N: Hello, it is finally here, i hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think with your comments and asks, knowing what you guys think mean the world to me, really you have no idea how that lifts up my spirits when I don`t feel motivated, anyways, please enjoy lovelies <33333
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You look around the coffee shop where Jungkook was supposed to meet you twenty minutes ago, you didn’t plan on meeting him there, it was just understood between the two of you even a ritual if you had to give it a word, both of you came to this shop to grab coffee before your classes and usually you were the one getting late not him, never him, never even when you were kids, Jungkook was always the impatient one, his impatient nature forced him to do things early, meeting you somewhere to hangout was nothing different, he was always before time and you were glad because you never had to wait instead, you always got scolded for not being on time even if you are five minutes late. You lean back in the seat, chewing on your bottom lip as you look outside the window. No sign of him. You look down at you phone, his chat still open, a thread of your messages sent to him can be seen but still nothing from him, he wasn’t even at home when you left in the morning. You huff. Is he okay? Your best friend instinct kicks in.
He never takes care of himself, he`s careless like that, plays with a band in the college and they have gigs even on week days sometimes, he`s always sleep deprived on those days, if it was up to him he would run on caffeine and sour patch kids for the rest of his life, meal prep or real food was not really his thing because deep down Jungkook knew you would never let him starve, he can be careless all he wants but you will never let him go a day without a good nap and homemade food. You can never. He knew that and he was thankful for you in more in than one ways, he cried tears of joy the day he got accepted in the same university as you but of course he will never tell anyone that, separation anxiety from you would really fuck him up. It was not planned consciously that the two of you had to be in the same college but you two had sent applications to all the colleges together so when you decided where you wanted to go, Jungkook hoped he would get accepted in that one too and he did thankfully and to be honest you were thankful that he chose that same college as well. Your mother was very happy to hear the news, after your father left you and her one day out of nowhere to start a new life with his second wife, your mother was broken, devastated, weak but at the same time she raised you like a father and mother both, the Jeon family and their dumb son were a breath of fresh air in your boring and broken life, they accepted you and your mother like a family member and you could tell after so long your mother didn’t feel lonely anymore, she had a friend in Mrs. Jeon, a brother in Mr. Jeon and a son in Jungkook. The parents were over the moon that the two of you will be together to help each other out away from home and nothing really changed except for the location and that now you two slept under the same roof daily and not just for sleepovers. It was really fun and a dream come true really to be able to live with your best friend.
You get up, taking his coffee with you and leave, your class starts in ten minutes, hopefully you`ll find him on your way to class, but no there was no sign of him anywhere. You try calling him but he doesn’t pick up. Oh well maybe he had a show last night, he must be tired. You shove the phone back in your pocket and head to class. Your mind still on your dumb best friend and his reckless lifestyle. Why is he like this? You huff once again, not knowing how to fix that asshole so that he acts something like a normal human being.
After your classes for the day, you decide to catch up on some lessons in the library but before that you decide to check your phone once again, give Jungkook a little piece of your mind.
“Jungkook, your mids are close, you better be shaking sick in the bed to miss a whole day of classes or else I`m going to break your nose, take care, I love you and eat something” you text him with a small smile. You knew he has more than one reasons to be in bed right now, more than you would like to admit and if he is not home yet that means he`s over some girl`s place, still in dreamland, his phone on silent. Were you jealous of all these other girls? Yes and no. you were actually jealous of Jungkook, jealous of how he can keep his feelings at border so much that his booty calls are almost “Proffessional”, jealous of how he can just brush off all this intimate connection between him and the other person like its something casual, of course you have gone through that stage where you thought “Oh damn, my best friend is hot” in the heat and high of puberty you two have kissed a few times, gentle pecks here and there and that you think about and get a good deep chuckle. Those pecks were a terrible practice for the real deal. You giggle at the memory when you first had your first real kiss with a boy named Jaebeom and when he tried to deepen the kiss you pushed him and ran, thinking that`s not what me and Jungkook practiced for, nope this one is different, this one is not right. Thankfully you have not embarrassed yourself by confessing your one true love to Jungkook in the heat of the moment at thirteen years old or else that idiot would`ve made your life a living hell, even now in college, you were glad that wave of loving your best friend came by itself and went by itself too. You would like to think that it passed and what you feel right now about him is just you being the bestest best friend, of course it is, come on? You`re not thirteen anymore and neither is he, you two are best friends but he`s the total opposite of you, he`s serious about nothing, mostly nothing.
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Your feet and back are killing you when you arrive outside the house you and Jungkook shared, it was a cozy, small and homely house, you loved it and so did Jungkook. Your fingers press into your nape to ease some tension there, hours of bending it on the study table was showing its effects now, you hope Jungkook was home and hopefully he ordered something and not cooked something himself because that will only make your blood pressure shoot up, he`s a messy cook and then he pouts and whines his way into talking you into helping him clean the kitchen, you help him of course, who would? If you didn’t. You walked into a silent home, hmm that was unusual, maybe Jungkook isn’t home. Did he get scared of your little threat via text earlier? You chuckle, placing your keys on the table; your bag falls down your shoulder when you hear a distant clank of pots in the kitchen. Oh no! is he cooking something? You rush to the kitchen to stop him, tell him to order something; even pineapple pizza would be fine rather than having to clean up the kitchen. You walk into the kitchen to see Jungkook by the counter, mixing what looked like some powder milk into a glass, maybe it was his protein shake or something, the portion was very little but what do you know?
“Hey.” You say, a little relieved that your friend has not decided to cook anything.
“Hey…y/n…you`re home early.” He looks like he`s seen a ghost, maybe you looked like one right now after your exhausting day.
“Yeah, I took a day off from work, I was so fucking tired.” You exhale loudly walking towards him lazily. “What are you doing?” you ask him, grabbing yourself some water.
“I…” His voice cracks, when you turn towards him.
“Jungkook, are you okay? You don’t look too good.” You notice the way his complexion is drained of all color, his long brownish black hair flop on his eyes in multiple little curls making him look so cute it had to be illegal because he wasn’t even trying; his pouty pink lips were dry as he licked them out of habit.
“Jungkook? What happened? You`re scaring me.” You walk around the isle to get closer to him he squirms a little, adjusting his posture like he was hiding something behind his back.
“Jungkook, what are you…” you move towards him, trying to look past him. “What did you spill this time? Show me dumb bitch, I will kill…” you were furious, trying to move him to the side, after one significant push, you manage to push him to the side, but you wish you hadn’t. You inhale an audible breath in, your palm pressed to your mouth.
“Y/n…please…let me…” Jungkook holds out his trembling hands to hold your forearms, his eyes switching from yours to the ground.
“Jungkook, what is this? Oh my god!” your words are mumbled against your palm as you look down at a peacefully sleeping baby.
“Y/n…I`m sorry…I…” Jungkook finally breaks down, now you understand why he looked so disheveled.
“Jungkook, hey…ssh, calm down, whose baby is this? Don’t tell me you stole a baby kook.” you hold him closer to you, he leans into your touch just like he always did. You were his safe place, where he knew, he will not be judged, where he knew, he would get help and solutions to his problems.
“Y/n.” he looks at you, tears and fear swimming in his big eyes, the thin red veins creating a web in the whites of his eyes as he sniffles, bottom lip trembling. This was serious.
“She is mine.” Jungkook breathes out and you forget how to breathe as you stare at him wide eyed not knowing what to do. A soft cry of the baby laying down in the cot makes you break away your fixed stare on the boy in front of you, your eyes focus on his pale face, tears sticking to his colorless cheeks making a trail down to his chin, he hiccups, he`s been crying, maybe for hours. You bend down to pick up the small human being from the cot, you took babysitting jobs before college but never for a baby this small, she was literally a baby, not even a year old. You think.
“Hey, hey…shhh…shhh, you`re okay…sshh.” You cradle her on your shoulder, her small face finds warmth in the crook of your neck as you rub her back, that seems to calm to her down a bit as she whimpers softly against your shoulder, she was not crying anymore but you could feel that she was uncomfortable.
“Why the fuck did you bring her in the kitchen Jungkook? It`s freezing in here.” You hiss walking out of the kitchen, the baby cradled in your arm carefully, she makes a sound as she gets comfortable in your hold, Jungkook gulps, following you. you knew you both didn’t have a blanket her size, so you go to your room and take out your soft woolen lilac colored cardigan.
“Spread it on the bed.” You motion with your head when you see Jungkook lingering by your door. He moves quickly on his feet, his eyes are still frantic as he is wondering why you`re not shaking up a storm right now, but how could you? not when you had the most angelic looking baby girl in your arms, not when her dumb father was planning on freezing her to death. Your room was warmer, you put her small body on the cardigan, wrapping both sides of it around her carefully so that she`s covered well, she tries to kick the fabric off with a happy cry making you give her a smile, her round doe eyes looking back at you, they looked awfully familiar.
“Does she have a feeder? I think she`s gonna be upset without it.” You pick her up from the bed.
“No, nothing came with her.” Jungkook says like he`s explaining that his favorite toy didn’t come with some spare parts.
“It`s 1pm Jungkook, don’t tell me you didn’t feed her? When did she come here?” you hold the baby close to your chest, she snuggles in the warmth making your heart clench.
“I got her from the hospital at around 9 in the morning, the nurse fed her and changed her diaper, she told me.” He says looking down at his feet; his voice didn’t hold that energy it usually held.
“Jeon Jungkook, you can`t even go an hour without pigging out on something and you kept this poor baby hungry for hours?” your voice was low enough for the anger you were feeling right now, no wonder this poor child was fussy.
“Babies this small need to be fed like every hour or something,” you say walking towards the door.
“Come on, we`re going to get her some things.” You tell him.
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You two come back with lots of bags, all of them held by Jungkook as you held the baby, she was changed and fed at the baby store, the owner was a very nice middle aged woman who took you and Jungkook as a clueless young couple and you played along with it, not really seeing the point in explaining something you didn’t even understand yourself, you were shook to the core by the news, Jungkook? A father? How? When? Why? You had all kinds of questions for him but right now you couldn’t lash out on him, you had this infant in your arms, it was not her fault that her parents are some irresponsible horny teenagers, this little angel deserved nothing of your anger and you were planning on keeping it that way. You will talk to Jungkook, maybe when she`ll be asleep. The lady in the store had hooked you on the right formula for a baby her age; she said that her experience says she looks five to six months old, you took her word for it because by the time you got to the store the baby in your arms was shaking up the entire block with her cries and screams earning you few judgmental glares and stares. Jungkook behind you closely without a word, he was mostly silent, doing what you told him to do.
She looked peaceful after she got her diaper changed and got fed, sleeping against your chest, your arm was cramped but you didn’t dare move it, getting out of the car carefully. When did you get to this point? You didn’t even thought of something like this when you woke up this morning. Jungkook, you little…The baby whimpers.
“Sshh, sshh” you loll her a little close to you and she calms down again. Jungkook opens the door for you and you go straight for your room, placing her on your bed, putting two pillows on either side of her just to be careful, the new baby pink blanket with small teddy bears on it was handed to you by Jungkook, he hesitated, he looked sad, nothing like Jungkook and it broke your heart, you take it from his hand and put it on the sleeping fairy. This was not what she deserved, she should not be greeted with a sad and scared father, she should make him happy, happy for her to be in his life. Your heart broke at the thought when you looked down at her and back to Jungkook, your anger dissolving quickly, it was done and you or Jungkook couldn’t do anything about it.
“Y/n..” Jungkook says.
“Shh.” You cut him off and walk towards the door; he takes the hint when you hold the door for him, shutting it slowly as you two walk towards the living room. You plop down on the couch, releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding.
“You were about to give her formula for two year olds and that too in a glass.” You can`t help but chuckle at Jungkook`s idiot tendencies, rubbing your eyes with the heels of your hands.
“I just grabbed whatever in hurry from the hospital pharmacy; I didn’t know they make…it for different ages.” Now it makes sense, why the pharmacy guy was looking at him a little weird.
“So…what is all of this kook? Can you help me understand?” you say leaning back on the couch, you were not angry like you were earlier, you were genuinely curious about how he got himself into this situation, it was not surprising that he attracted trouble once again, the kind of trouble was a little alarming this time though, this was some serious stuff. A child? This Jungkook who was smashed on this couch after emptying his guts on the side walk last weekend is now a father on a Wednesday afternoon?
“Do you remember Hanee?” He says timidly, still afraid that you will get angry, you did all the time when he got in trouble but you also helped him, helped him get out of those problems like no one did. You were a mystery to him, you always have been. He has done so many things for you to break this friendship with him, but you didn’t and he was thankful for it because honestly he wouldn’t know what to do with himself if you weren’t there. He can take on a fight against a dragon if you said he could do it, he`s dependent on you, too much for a person who doesn’t like to be attached to anyone or anything but it was you, you were an exception.
“The waitress from that bar your band played at?” of course you remember Hanee, tall, brunette, dimples, bright eyes, just gorgeous. Of course you remember her, how could you not? Her screams and moans are still etched into your mind when one day Jungkook decided to bring her back to the house, he never really brought his hook ups home out of respect or maybe he didn’t wanted the morning to be awkward, always spent the night at the girl`s place if he had to and you thanked God for this because that night was, well, really loud. You and your poor neighbors didn’t get a lick of sleep. Jungkook didn’t knew you were home, you said you would spend the night at Soojung`s place but something came up and you had to come back home. Jungkook froze in his place when he saw you coming out of your room the next morning. You acted as if nothing happened, balancing out the awkwardness by snatching his breakfast from him making him shake his head as he slid his coffee cup towards you as well.
“Yeah” he sighs. “She called me last night and told me I had a daughter, I didn’t believe her at first, I thought maybe she`s just joking but then she sent me the DNA reports y/n, she is…mine.” Jungkook flinches as he says that, it was scary, you knew it was. He was in college right now, he lived his life on the edge, you knew the thought of being tied down was eating him up, the thought of everyone knowing that he is now a father was eating him up. He was scared, you knew that.
“I couldn’t sleep the entire night and when I was about to come tell you about it, I got a call from the hospital that my daughter is there for a routine check up and that her mother said to call you to pick her up.” His voice shakes, you knew he was trying to keep it together, you move near him, pressing your hand into his shoulder, rubbing it lightly. “Y/n I didn’t know what to do, I…I didn’t know, I just brought her home…I`m sorry.” He was frantic now, his hands gesturing vaguely to nothing really as his eyes overflow with tears, bottom lip trembling as he spoke breaking your heart at the sight. You didn’t like this Jungkook, not at all.
“Jungkook, hey…it`s okay.” You make him face you, running your thumbs on his cheeks to wipe off the tears.
“It`s okay, I understand, you don’t need to be sorry okay.” You smooth his hair with a small smile, he sniffles, lips turned into a frown as he focuses on your words, trying not cry again.
“When they called me, I just…I just couldn’t leave her there…she had no one and she was sick.” He whispers, his voice was groggy and scratchy from all the crying, he looked so tired.
“I know, I know.” You hug him tight, he lets out a relieved sigh, squeezing you in his arms a little too tight, like you were keeping him from falling, maybe you were.
“I got scared, y/n I`m so scared, I don’t…I don’t know what to do.” He clings onto you as he sobs into the crook of your neck.
“I know, it`s too much kookie, but hey, look at me.” You make him look at you. “We will figure this out together okay, you fucked up, I`m gonna be honest with you but hey you always fuck up and we find a way through it all, right?” you let out a soft chuckle, wiping his tears with the sleeve of your sweater. His lips twitch a little as he nods.
“Go and get some sleep, you look dead.” You pinch his swollen red nose. “Did you eat anything?” you ask him softly and he shakes his head. “Not hungry.” He whispers.
“Okay.” You say. “Just take a nap for me okay? You cannot think straight without sleep.” You usher him off the couch and he gets up, a little hesitant, he lingers a little farther from the couch.
“Go.” You say sternly and watch him turn away from you and go inside his room. You fall back into the couch, you told Jungkook that you two will figure out all of this together but honestly you were scared shitless too, how can you tell him to handle being a single father at his age? How can you do anything for that matter? His parents? What about them? They will cause a scene for sure.
You get up and go back to your room, the mild and pleasant fragrance of baby powder was already in the air of your room, it calmed your senses for some reason as you tip toe towards the bed to see her sleeping peacefully in the same position you left her in, she`s too small to change sides I guess. You think with a shrug, slowly replacing one pillow on her side with yourself.
“You`re really pretty aren’t you?” you whisper, your face inches away from her. She looked like a doll, chubby little hands curled into fists, pink lips in a pout, her eyelashes were the prettiest, the cute little button nose was calling for a boop. “We must give you a pretty name too huh angel?” you can`t help but feel soft for the small bundle of pure happiness in your bed right now.
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You wake to the soft whimper of the little lady sharing your bed, as if she was being polite and considerate enough to not scream and wail and give you a heart attack.
“I`m up, I`m awake with you, here look.” You croak sitting up quickly, her round eyes stare back at you, her eyes were so pretty, they were identical to Jungkook`s, the realization made your heart grow with fondness, she looked a lot like him, even without a DNA test you would’ve believed she was Jungkook`s child. You pick her up in hopes of calming her down but she was still uncomfortable.
“Hungry?” you coo, she blinks up at you, still wriggling in your hold. “Let me check your diaper hm bambi?” you smile at her; your heart was warm even when you were awake at ass o clock in the morning. You walk out of the room with her snuggled close to your chest, her diaper was not dirty yet but she was being fussy again so you immediately start making her bottle once you enter the kitchen.
“I know, I know, being hungry is not fun right? I know.” You coo, lolling her as you shake her bottle. You surprise yourself with how well you`re multitasking right now but she`s so small so it`s easy for you to handle her with one arm.
“Almost done, 18, 19, 20…there you go.” You push the rubber nipple past her small mouth, she latches onto it like a starved little puppy, letting out a satisfied hum as the liquid pours down her throat, her small hand coming to mindlessly play your hand holding the bottle up.
“Good? Look at you, you were so hungry.” You giggle at the way she`s desperately trying to suck on the nipple, whimpering when she works her little lungs a little too much. You check the time on the kitchen clock. 5 Am. You can manage two more hours of sleep before your first class.
“Are you dozing off again ma`am?” you whisper with a smile watching her eyelashes flutter, thankful that she just wanted her bottle and didn’t chose violence overall. You walk back to your room, she doesn’t wake up, her tummy is full lulling her to deep slumber again. You decide to jump under the covers yourself wanting to hold onto the precious strands of sleep you can get before mids and now with a baby in the mix, you had a feeling you will not get any anyways. Sleep was ready to knock you out the moment your head touched the pillow.
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You wake up again to your bed getting dipped a little, you open your eyes slowly, a frown on your forehead by the sunlight coming in your room, Jungkook was hovering over the baby to pick her up, that was completely unnecessary but hey he didn’t do it once before he became a father well…yesterday.
“Hey.” You rub your eyes.
“Hey, sorry to wake you up, she was up so I thought I`ll take her out of your room so you could…” He looks a lot better than last night, his long hair were wavy after the shower, wet strands moving as he sat back on the bed, his hand on his daughter`s small foot, his daughter? That sounded so weird and strange but it was the ultimate truth of his life, your life. Your best friend/sometimes crush was now a parent. Life really takes unexpected turns, you never understand that until one of its turns hit you in the face out of a sudden.
“No, no it`s fine, I have to get up for class.” You get up gathering your hair behind your back.
“Oh you`re up too bambi.” Why were you in such a great mood was beyond you, maybe it was the beaming face of the happy baby with big doe eyes blinking back at you, she was starting to recognize you. she breathes a loud happy sigh, her toothless smile making your heart jump as she kicks around.
“Oh you like your nickname little bambi?” you kneel to smother your face in her little stomach making her giggle, her small hands grabbing onto your hair giving it quite a yank.
“Ow, ow” you laugh trying to pry her little iron grip on your strands. “You`re one strong little lady.” You rub your roots, clearly feeling the yank on your sensitive scalp. Jungkook was watching the scene before his eyes silently, you didn’t like how quiet he was, it was not him.
“Jungkook, are you okay?” you turn your attention to him, he jumps, you flinch.
“Y-yeah.” He stutters and your heart shatters with it. This boy was not Jungkook.
“Kook, I know this is hard, I really do trust me, and I`m telling you this is not ideal for you right now when you are still in college.” You hold his hand, it was cold as ice, you feel his breath hitch at your words as he looks at you with glassy eyes.
“But” you rub his knuckles with your warm thumb. “It happened okay? And we`ll go through this together, I`m with you in this, I will never leave you alone kook, just please I don’t want you to shut yourself up and walk on eggshells around me or anyone.” You move forward to hug his arm, resting your head on the round of his shoulder, you feel his breath shudder as if he was trying not to cry.
“I`m scared y/n. what will mom and dad say? What will the world say?” you hear him sniffle through whispers.
“I don’t know honestly Jungkook, I don’t, I wish I did and I wish to make it easier for you but I can`t, I`m sorry, you have to be strong and I promise I will never leave your side through it all.” You sit back to look at him, his nose was red again; you wipe his cheeks with your fingers.
“Stop crying, even your baby doesn’t cry this much idiot.” You press your lips together to stop yourself from giggling so near to his face.
“Thank you, I honestly thought you would kill me before I even have to worry about others.” He laughs, the sound going straight to your heart making it grow. “now that you haven’t, I don’t know what to do about the rest of the world.” He smiles, the small dimple pops in his cheek making him look exactly like the infant lying on your bed, pure and innocent.
“You`re such a drama queen, I would never kill you, you know that.” You flick his forehead and he winces rubbing the abused area. “I would just break your arm, but hey I didn’t.” you raise both of your hands in defense when he freezes comically at your words.
“Because have you seen this pretty little bambi? How can I ever be mad that you brought her home hmm?” you pick her up, your baby voice making Jungkook laugh loudly, this time the baby turns her head towards the musical sound, obviously hearing it for the first time and you can tell she likes it because she smiles and cackles at her father.
“Bambi?” Jungkook asks rather amused at your nickname for her.
“Yes bambi, look at her eyes kook, she looks just like bambi awwww!” you coo when she switches her big eyes from her father to you when you speak, the sound of your voice more familiar to her senses.
“Jeon Bambi? Does have a kick to it right?” he says ruffling his semi wet hair a little. You smack him on the back of his head.
“Ah, what?” he cries out, bambi giggles.
“I swear to God I`m gonna kill you if you name your daughter bambi Jungkook, she`s MY bambi, but she has to have a name, a real name you imbecile.” You frown.
“I know, I was just joking.” Jungkook scratches the back of his neck. He wasn’t joking and you knew it. You roll your eyes.
“Can`t believe this thing is your dad now angel.” You pout looking down at bambi. “But don’t worry you`ll have me with you, I`ll keep you safe.” You hop off the bed with her, your grin not faltering. Jungkook lets out a soundless chuckle, you looked so happy, it was not a new thing for him really, you were always a happy and positive person but today you were glowing, Jungkook would be lying if he said that he never saw you in any other light than just being his best friend because he has, you two were each other`s first kiss, it sounds cliché well it does to Jungkook but he thinks that you cannot forget your first kiss no matter how hard you try no matter how bad it was, you just can`t get that moment out of your head and it was the same for Jungkook, he had kissed another girl on the playground in that same week but he couldn’t even remember her name and the innocent little pecks that you two considered “Practice” were something he cannot forget, not even now when his track record of making out and sleeping around has just gone through the roof, whatever he does, whenever he feels lonely at the most crowded and nicest places, he thinks of you, he thinks of how you treat him, he thinks whether he deserves someone like you in his life or not?, is he selfish to always want to tie you down with him? You never really went out except sometimes with your girlfriends from class, was it because of him? Was he too much to handle? In his own ego and need to be independent, he often takes initiative to be responsible, to be enough for himself, handle himself like you handle him with so much ease and grace, he even wants to take care of you show you that you`re nothing special and he can do what you do just fine but that`s a dark part of him, a part of him that envied you, that wanted to be you, you were the ideal human being for him ever since childhood and what irritated that dark part of him the most was how easy you pulled all of this perfection off, just like right now, he watches you place a soft kiss on his daughter`s head like she was yours, she was not and you met her yesterday but you accepted her like your own, you didn’t sit down losing all hope, you didn’t scream and shout at him like he would do in this situation and then regret it later, you came up with solutions, you calmed him down, you made him feel safe even when he fucked up and bad. How do you do that? He hates that he can never find out, he couldn’t in all these years and he knew he couldn’t in the rest of his life. He was also feeling a little tug of jealousy watching you with this little intruder, will you give all your attention to her now? Does he have to “grow up” now? Will you always be with “your bambi” now? You two looked perfect together, pure, innocent and just beautiful, where does he stand in all of this? Self doubts cloud his mind just like they always did.
“Oh look, my first class got cancelled, so I can stay here with bambi while you go and take your classes for the day okay?” you look up from your phone, bambi still tucked close into your arms, here you were pulling him back in the little circle you made, a circle that is safe, a circle that is home, care and love and you never forgot to pull him in this little home. The space was wide enough for him and his daughter that even her mother abandoned. It was big and airy because your heart was big and airy and just beautiful.
“Jungkook?” your soft voice says and he jumps out of his thoughts. “You don’t have to worry one bit alright? You can trust me with her, I`ll keep her safe.” You tease with a smirk on your soft, slightly sleep swollen features. Of course you would, he wasn’t even thinking of not trusting you with his child. In just one day, you were more of a guardian to her than he was; he was practically starving her until you came.
“Yeah, okay.” He says slowly shifting his eyes from your face.
“Yeah, go study hard kook, don’t worry about a thing, I have it all planned and ready to go!” you lean forward to place a feathery kiss on the apple of his cheek, the skin flutters after your lips leave it. It wasn’t something unusual, cheek kisses, head kisses even forehead kisses were a normal occurrence throughout your life but something about this whole situation was not normal, he doesn’t know if its just him but he can`t help but feel different about…everything even…you. maybe he was going mad, but he thinks he can think a little weird right now, nothing that happened to him in the last 24 hours was normal.
“Okay” he ends up smiling fondly at you. his daughter was just like him, already looking at you like you were the guiding star in her little and limited world.
“Great! Go get ready.” You push his shoulder to usher him out of the room.
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Bambi has a name now, Haru, meaning “day” more like a day in the spring and that`s what she was, fresh and welcoming as spring, beautiful like a bright sunny day that keeps you warm and light even if you are feeling down, but she was still your bambi, she responded more to bambi and was very fond of you in general, seeking the motherly warmth and love in your embrace and little pats on her back. She was a calm baby by nature, really patient for babies her age, an angel, Jungkook was still getting used to all of this of course, he`s still awkward in holding her, feeding her, changing her diaper and all that but he was trying you could tell. He holds her at arm`s length like she is something lethal which never fails to make you laugh, just like right now, he was sitting on the couch in the living room holding Haru on his lap, she was away from the warmth and home of his torso, angel baby almost perched on his knees.
“Jungkook, I swear to God if you don’t hold her like a normal human being I will smack you across the face and step on your foot.” You glare at him, he was annoying.
“I am!” He almost whines, just like he always did when he was being defensive.
“No you`re not, you`re holding her like she is gonna bite you, look at her she`s so uncomfortable.” Your eyes soften when you look at the little girl who`s gotten a little chubbier and rounder making her look like a dumpling, the rolls in her bread thighs made it completely impossible for you to stop yourself from biting her. She has her small index finger in her mouth, round eyes fixed on the confused and awkward looking man holding her as she sucks on her finger to ease her own nerves. She was fond of him, you can tell by the way her eyes light up when he`s around or when he`s holding her even if it`s like this.
“I`m trying.” He whispers, looking down at the beautiful girl in a plaid black and red overall. He was, he really was but nothing prepares you for sudden parenthood, not even planned parenthood prepares you for this, the idea of a small human baby that relies on you for everything was terrifying to him, he couldn’t even take care of himself, he thanks the gods for your existence or else he would’ve gone mad.
“Just” you sit next to him, placing your hands on his warm ones holding Haru, “show a little love kook, that`s all she wants.” You say softly, you knew it was hard for him, you often felt bad for snapping at him when he forgets to change her diaper, feed her or play with her.
“A little closer, snuggle with this snuggle bunny.” You coo looking down at bambi who starts giggling watching you after like thirty minutes, finally some interaction instead of an awkward fool holding her like she was a hot potato. Jungkook is still frozen by your side.
“Come on kook, you love cuddles so much!” you jump on the couch, moving behind him to sit on the back rest of the couch, his body automatically making place for you to get comfortable. Your knees almost get tucked in under his arms, touching his ribs as if to hold him in place so that he doesn’t escape away from the little tutorial on cuddling you`re about to give him.
“And once you cuddle little Haru, you will never want any cuddles from anyone even me.” You lower your upper body on his shoulders, your hands bringing his along with the baby closer to his torso. Your chin rested on his shoulder.
“That`s not even possible.” He says in a hum, face turning towards yours on his shoulder, warm breath hitting your face, this was way too close, way too intimate but you stand your ground, keeping your heart tightly inside your chest when it wants to fly out, what if he can hear it trying to drum its way out of your chest against his back? Your eyes flicker to his doe ones, they were brown and soft and honeyed. This is bad; you gulp and see him lick his lips, his cheeks looking soft and pink from this close, the little dent he got in a fight with his brother looked like an art statement of an artist but also offensive on his overall smooth skin. You clear your throat.
“Yeah yeah, we`ll see.” You try to loosen the coil tightening in your stomach, lifting your chin up to create some distance. The scent of his shampoo filling your senses for a bit. His head follows your movements almost in confusion of the moment, his heart was beating in his ears, his throat was constricted for some reason. It was you, just you, you who scolded him; you who pinches the inside of his arm because it hurts the most. Just you but he wasn’t just him.
“For now, can you please just hold her with a little more care? She`s terrified.” You brush your hair back with a soft chuckle, a try to suppress your own nerves. You bring yourself back to hold his arms bringing Haru closer to him, he flinches when she touches his torso, her small head resting on his arm.
“Relax” you whisper near his ear and feel him soften up a bit; you rub the back of his hand holding the baby. “Like this, see? This is perfect.” You tell him with a smile, he looks down at his daughter, the corners of his mouth twitching.
“This feels…nice.” He turns towards you, eyes glassy.
“Yeah? Told you, you just need to show her love, it`ll feel nice.” You pinch his nose, he scrunches it, you lose it.
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Jungkook was about to leave the class when Mr. Lee stopped him.
“Mr. Jeon, can you please see me in my office after lunch?” Mr. Lee looks up from his laptop.
“Of course Sir.” Jungkook says, a little scared, what did he want? He didn’t even score bad in his subject, you were always on his tail to make him study while Haru was either with you or at the day care.
He didn’t feel like eating anything today but you came in like a gush of wind during the gap in your class and handed him your half eaten sub and a brownie you made last night. He ate it all just because you told him to.
His steps towards Mr. Lee`s office are slow, his nerves heightening with each passing moment. He could not afford trouble, not right now, his parents didn’t even know about Haru and if he gets in trouble in his studies, his Dad will flip out on him and it`ll not be pretty considering he`s never really happy with what Jungkook does. He knocks on the door, each knock hitting his heart.
“Come in.” comes the voice of Mr. Lee. Jungkook walks in slowly, adjusting the strap of his backpack on his shoulder.
“Mr. Jeon, please take a seat.” Mr. Lee points at the seat in front of his desk. Jungkook sits.
“I`m sorry, I should’ve told you that it was nothing related to your studies that I wanted to discuss, my apologies if I caused any distress.” Mr. Lee chuckles, probably noticing Jungkook out of his skin. This calms down Jungkook down visibly.
“Oh no Sir, it`s completely fine.” He straightens up, clearing his throat. Mr. Lee nods understandingly.
“Mr. Jeon, I want to discuss something with you that is not about your studies or anything academic in fact. Please know that I want nothing but the best for you as your teacher, please don’t misunderstand my intentions.” Mr. Lee rests his elbows on the table. Jungkook quirks an eyebrow, confused as to what he has to say other than academics.
“I…understand Mr. Lee.” Jungkook shifts in his seat.
“Jungkook, I know that you have a daughter.” Mr. Lee lets out a breath. Jungkook looks at him thinking simply, So? What about it?
“I do...” Jungkook lingers, not really sure of where this was going.
“You`re young Mr. Jeon, full of dreams, aspirations and a child might tie you down with them.” As soon as the words leave his mouth, Jungkook frowns, completely missing the point of his teacher telling him all of this, yes he has missed few of his classes in the beginning of the semester because he had to go with you to the doctor for Haru`s monthly checkup. Whatever it was, Jungkook thought it was completely unnecessary, inappropriate even for him to tell him something like that.
“Mr. Lee, I don’t really understand what you mean.” Jungkook leans forward a little as if closing the distance between the two of them will make him understand what he was saying.
“I will say it again, please don’t misunderstand, you have a lot of potential, if not in studies, in your hobby, music, I`ve heard nothing but good things about your skills and having a child at this age will only limit your horizons, you will have to give up a lot of things for the sake of your child.” Mr. Lee said with an exhale, Jungkook couldn’t understand why that man was going in circles. He just gives him a questioning look, encouraging Mr. Lee to go on.
“Mr. Jeon…” Mr. Lee reaches out in the file in front of him, takes out a brochure, a purple and yellow shiny paper and slides it towards Jungkook.
“This is…an adoption brochure, I really hope you give this a chance and if this is not what you want to do, my brother…” he straightens up, his eyes waver when he looks at Jungkook, “My brother and his wife are also looking to adopt a child, they are good people Mr. Jeon, who really want to be parents, if you…”
“Mr. Lee, I don’t want to discuss this any further, this is my personal matter and I`m not looking for giving up my daughter for adoption, it never crossed my mind and it never will.” Jungkook gets up with a quick movement, the chair behind him lifting off of the ground, how can someone think he will give away his child?
“Jungkook, please don’t react like this, this is a normal thing that a lot of young parents do when they can`t handle a child on their own, a young child needs a stable home, two parents and a lot of financial support that a young and jobless father like yourself cannot afford to provide.” Mr. Lee walks over to Jungkook.
Jungkook feels his throat dry up, was he not good enough of a father for his own daughter? Was he not enough for anyone in his life? What is he? Is he nothing but a disappointment to everyone around him?
“Please think about it, I`m not forcing you or anything, it`s your choice at the end of the day Mr. Jeon.” Mr. Lee picks up the brochure and shoves it in the side pocket of Jungkook`s bag. Jungkook was so lost in his thoughts to stop him, was Mr. Lee right? Should he think about this? He never felt this way, he never really had to sacrifice anything because…you were there for both him and Haru, you never really made him feel that his life is over after Haru, he hasn’t really given up on anything because you are here with him on each step of this unexpected journey.
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Jungkook comes back home, his shoulders slumped, the conversation he had with Mr. Lee was draining, he didn’t like one bit of it, how dare someone from the outside tell him what to do with his child? His life? But he was sure Mr. Lee didn’t know about you. The true angel in his life, the one who has kept him in one piece. A small smile makes its way to his tired face when he hears you humming a Disney song in your room, Haru sitting on the pile of your clothes, fascinated by the colors as you fold them neatly, a video plays in the background on your phone.
“Oh, you`re home.” Your kind voice brings his attention to you; his eyes focus on your beaming face.
“Yeah, the last class got cancelled, good thing I will have some time before my gig tonight.” He rubs the back of his neck, walking forward to pick up Haru, he was so much better at this now, so much more comfortable.
“Yeah, that`s great, me and bambi also just came home like fifteen minutes ago.” You smile at the father-daughter duo.
“How was your day?” Jungkook asks, Mr. Lee made him realize one thing and that is that he never really takes care of you like you do. His heart weakens at this thought. You didn’t have to do anything you do for the two of them but you do without complaining or wanting anything in return.
“Just great, everything I submitted as my thesis entry?” you roll your eyes, Jungkook frown with a nod. “60% of it got rejected, gotta start over.” You whine, shoving some clothes in a bag.
“Oh no, that`s terrible.” Jungkook pouts; he knows how hard you worked on your research.
“I know!” you pout back, Jungkook`s heart lurches in his chest, you were the cutest, the baby blue sweater you were wearing made you looked so soft.
“But our Haru…” you clap. Our Haru? Jungkook blinks, was he reading too much between the lines. “…made lots of new friends at the new day care, I was worried all day that she might be crying her eyes out but no, she was fine, so happy, so happy that she didn’t want to leave.” You giggle, walking over to Jungkook who was holding Haru, who was busy playing with her father`s blue strands, the color entertaining to her.
“Right little nuggy.” You coo trying to bite her bare chubby arms, she squeals, it was your love language and the toddler lets you have your way with her with her happy squeals and sometimes a fist full of your hair to protest against your playful nips on her soft, doughy skin.
“That`s honestly a relief, grumpy Haru is not fun Haru.” Jungkook kisses her round cheeks making you coo at the sight, these two were adorable.
“Come on, let`s get changed and then eat.” You lean in to take Haru from his grasp but she squeals happily and hides her face in Jungkook`s neck, hiding away from you, her little hand waving “bye-bye” to you, she learned that from you, and now whenever you leave her at the daycare, she goes “bye-bye” with her little hand.
“I see how it is hm, you see daddy and all of a sudden bye bye y/n?” you try to tickle her, she squirms with a loud cry of joy, Jungkook giggles too.
“It`s okay bambi, you spend time with dada okay?” you hold Jungkook`s shoulders to bring him down a bit so you can press a smooch on the back of Haru`s head. “We all like him here, he`s nice.” You tease, turning to Jungkook.
“Just like? I`m the material for looooveee.” He sing songs and you laugh.
“Of course you are.” You shake your head. Of course he was.
You are on your way to the kitchen to heat the leftover pizza from last night for Jungkook and yourself, Haru is gonna have some mashed bananas. You see Jungkook`s bag on the ground, rolling your eyes you go to pick it up.
“This guy, who would believe he`s a father…” you shake your head and pick it up from the ground, a shiny, eye catching purple paper falls to the ground. You pick it up, your straighten the crumpled paper to see what it was, whether it was something important or just trash as Jungkook usually carries in his bag. Your heart jumps to your throat, hands feeling cold against the glossy paper in your hands. Adoption brochure in Jungkook`s bag? Is he thinking about putting Haru up for adoption? He can`t right? He didn’t even talk about it. Do you even have a say in this? She is his daughter after all.
“Y/n, Haru just went down, I`m sorry I know you said she had to eat something but I think she was tired…” you hear Jungkook behind you.
“What is this?” you turn towards him slowly, the hot tear that lands on your cheek lets you know that you had been crying. Jungkook looks at you a little confused and then his eyes land on the paper, the dreaded purple brochure, his throat constricts when he sees your tear filled eyes.
“It`s not what it looks like, I…” Jungkook strides towards you, his hand outstretched as if you were threatening to jump off a cliff, but he knew what it looked like, he knew what it meant for you to give Haru a somewhat normal family, a father, he knew how much even the sight of this paper tore you apart.
“Jungkook, please no, please, not her, she doesn’t deserve this, she deserves you, please…” you were crying now, the hand that was holding the paper shaking like a leaf in autumn.
“y/n…listen.” Jungkook chokes on the air he breathes, he knows he has triggered you, why didn’t he just throw the damn paper when he was coming home?
“Please…no…please, my bambi, she`s your daughter, please don’t leave her, I beg you…kook please.” Your vision is blinded by the tears that keep on forming in your eyes, your legs give up and you fall to your knees.
“Y/n!” Jungkook leaps in front of you on the ground. You are shaking at this point, was bambi not good enough for Jungkook like you weren’t enough for you father?
“I`ll take her huh? How about that? G-give her to me hm? Just d-don’t let h-her go like this Jungkook NO!” you shake his shoulders as if trying to bring him out of a trance.
“Okay, okay, ssh calm down precious.” He nods trying to calm you down. “Breathe please.” He can`t bear to look at your tear stained face.
“Jungkook why? Why all of a sudden? What happened? She`s such a calm soul, she never bothers us, she doesn’t…bother me, why?” Your eyes are frantic as you cry.
“It`s nothing, I swear, I will never give her away, y/n shh… calm down shh.” Jungkook`s bottom lip trembles as he holds you close, his warm hand covering your ice cold one, trying to pry away the brochure you caged tightly in your hand.
“Don’t give her away…” you hiccup. “She loves you, she likes her room please.” You hold his shoulders to support your falling frame, your limbs were weak, your breathing was irregular.
“Never! Listen to me! y/n!” he shakes your shoulders making you look up at him.
“I will never give her away, how can I? she`s not even mine to decide things for her, she`s yours, your bambi, remember silly girl?” he smiles a little at you.
“I`m just a biological parent y/n, you! you are the one who is always there for her, no one can take her away from you…from us.” He brushes your hair away, patting your head a little to smooth them on your head.
“Then this? What about this?” you sniffle, looking around for the brochure.
“This is bullshit, it`s nothing, trust me…do you trust me?” he wipes your tears with his sleeve. You nod.
“Good, that`s all I need.” He whispers, pulling you in for a hug, you pull him closer instantly, wrapping your arms around his neck, burying your face in his neck, releasing a relieved sigh into him.
“I`m sorry, I didn’t even listen to you.” you rub his shoulders.
“Hah, wouldn’t be the first time right?” he laughs earning pinch on his nape.
“Ow!” he yelps, shaking a little into the hug, shaking you with him.
“Jungkook?” you say softly, rubbing circles on his shoulder.
“Hm?” he hums, you feel the vibrations in your entire being.
“Just never give up on her please.” You sigh.
“I won`t, I promise.” He says, squeezing you a little tighter.
This kind of panic attacks were a common occurring in your childhood and Jungkook was there through all of them, the fear of someone leaving you, someone close to you just saying they want nothing to do with you one day, this fear, this sense of loss always rode your life, the only person who understood you through all of this, the one who knew what you were feeling, the one you could tell what you felt was Jungkook, it was him from day one, just like today, his steady heartbeat, sunshine smile and warm hands held you together. You know he thinks you`re something special and he tries to be like you but he doesn’t how much you would want to be like him, what you would give to be like him, free, happy, brave…Jeon Jungkook was perfect and you were not but you hope he doesn’t realize that, you hope he keeps on thinking you are perfect just for the sake of keeping him with you because who wants something broken in their life?
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It was a cozy Saturday night, nothing special was planned, Jungkook was also home, you two bought a new crib for Haru last week and it still wasn’t put together, still in a box in the corner of your living room, the little girl was getting big now, almost a year old at this point, she needed something spacious now.
“Bambi is down, snoring away in dreamland.” You plop on the couch next to Jungkook who is typing away on his laptop, he`s looking for a job these days, a stable job, this is his last semester and his grades are good enough to land him a good corporate internship.
“Hm, good.” You can tell he`s distracted and you don’t want to bother him further so you take your phone out and scroll through things like you usually did when there was nothing to do. After some time, you hear a sigh from your right.
“You good?” you ask softly. He nods, letting his body fall in your shoulder. “Just bored.” He sighs, you adjust your arm to snake it across his shoulders, he shifts closer, pulling you in with his arm around your stomach. Your hand automatically move to play with the strands of his hair.
“Your hair got longer.” You say as you twirl the curls on your fingers.
“Hm, didn’t have time to cut them plus Jimin said I should keep them, they give me the rockstar vibes you know.” He mumbles right above your chest and you chuckle, he feels the vibration against his ear.
“Single rockstar dad ready to take over hearts, drop panties and create chaos!” you announce dramatically. Jungkook giggles against your shoulder. “That`s your merch tagline, I`ll be happy to accept my commission.” You roll his earlobe between your thumb and index finger, he hums in content and you feel a smile pressed into you.
“Okay, you`ll get your commission, don’t worry.” He says diving further into your neck. He was clingier than usual today. You shake your head at the way his knee was pressing into your thigh or the way he was pressing you closer to him by his arm around you, the arm you have around his shoulders freezes but you try not to make it awkward and pat the side of his head.
“Are you going to sleep?” you rest your head on his, fingertips scratching his scalp.
“I will if you keep doing that” his words are slurred already as he sits up shaking his head.
“Come on, let`s put together that crib we bought.” He claps.
“Jungkook, I can do that myself, don’t worry, sleep if you want.” You tame his crazy hair.
“Oh I know you can do anything by yourself wonder woman, but please allow me to help you for once.” He smirks at you and you huff, of course he knows you cannot do it by yourself, if he wasn’t that apt in the brain department, you definitely needed his strength to move the huge box into Haru`s room, thankfully she was taking a nap in your room right now or else you would have to postpone this to tomorrow.
“Okay, let`s go, be ready for a lot of nagging though.” You point a finger at him and he raises his hands in surrender.
After he helped you with taking the huge box to Haru`s room, Jungkook went to the kitchen to pop open a bottle of wine, jogging back to the room. He clinks the two cups making your head turn towards the door.
“Really? Us two? Drinking wine? While trying to do something productive?” you put your hands on your waist.
“Let`s live on the edge y/n.” Jungkook wiggles his eyebrows and you shake your head. “Alright”
After three more cups of wine and hundred crib tutorial videos, you two still couldn’t figure it out, it wasn’t that hard you knew that but the little buzz from the wine was making you careless, a little giddy too. Your face felt hot.
“You really thought this was a good idea, didn’t you?” you chuckle lazily, resting your back against the box, your eyes focused on how the wine swirls inside your cup.
“I mean yeah…we both really don’t have time to go out and get shitfaced so I thought we should get lit tonight.” Jungkook sits next to you, the fluffy purple rug was soft and warm under your feet.
“You better hope bambi doesn’t wake up idiot, I already have a headache.” You rub your temples with the tip of your fingers.
“I`m so ashamed of myself, I used to feel nothing even I drink plain gasoline and now look at me, getting lit on cheap wine? Couldn’t be more dad than this.” He frowns, downing the rest of the wine. You laugh. “A dilf, if you will.”
“Dilf, y/n? are you trying to tell me something? Because you know you just have to ask.” He shoves your shoulder with his, you stumble a little.
“Yup yup, you`re a dad now, a single, sex deprived sleazy dad who hits on the babysitter.” You push him back to his place.
“Hey! I`m not.” He pouts. “You called me a dilf first.” He pinches your side making you yelp.
“That`s what a young, hot dad is known as these days grandpa.” You narrow your eyes at him.
“See? You`re calling me young and hot, what am I suppose to do?” he points at you accusingly.
“Keep it together lover boy, I think I might just let you go out tomorrow, let you live a little because goddamn you are losing your marbles.” You laugh, looking into his wide eyes.
“Meanieeeee.” He whines.
“No seriously kookie, you should not just abandon your previous life, Haru has me, don’t worry, you can really go out and have your fun, it`ll be good for you, you`ve been working so hard lately.” You take his cup from his hand placing it next to yours.
“So do you.” he mumbles.
“Uh yeah but my life has been like this since…forever, the most I miss out on is some shopping sprees with Dahyun and Mina and I don’t mind that at all. I`m never bored thanks to my little bambi.” You grin, head resting back on the box. You were really happy in life right now. Jungkook hums in response, he was familiar with you and what you liked and it was as you said... being a homebody.
“Oh” you jump when you remember something. “You had a Friday night gig yesterday right? How did it go? I`m so sorry I didn’t ask earlier.” You slap your forehead.
“It was good, they paid well too.” Jungkook plays with a stray string on the fluffy carpet.
“Wonderful.” You hum.
“Yeah, thank God I caught Jimin and the waitress making out under the bar before the manager did or else we`d be banned from every bar on that lane.” Jungkook chuckles deeply.
“Ah typical Jimin, wonder what that feels like.” You chuckle back half heartedly.
“You`ve never been kissed?” you feel him turn his head towards you, his voice just above a whisper.
“I was envious of how brave he is dummy.” You turn your face towards him. “and you were my first kiss.” Your heart breaks a little at the thought of him not remembering this information. Was it not that important for him? Was it that easy to forget that it was around Halloween and you two were in his mother`s closet to look for a long coat for you when it happened, the determination to learn how to kiss fueled that moment between you two as you two sat down on your knees by the cupboard, hands fidgeting in your laps, face flushed at the thought of doing something soooo scandalous. You cannot to this day forget how his lips looked in a small pout when he was going in for the kiss, eyes squeezed shut as his trembling cold hands held yours tightly almost crushing your fingers.
“In mom`s closet, yeah I remember.” He smiles as if reading your mind. You blink at him, he remembers? Of course he does, Jungkook remembers how you smelled that day, how your hair was all chalked and dried up because of the colored chalks you let him use on you, various colors on your head, to him they made you look like a fairy, a rainbow fairy. He remembers how soft your hands were, both your knees touching his, the small inhale of breath when your lips connected with his, he remembers it all. The kiss itself was probably the worst kiss in the history of kisses but the person he shared it with was special, so so special he can`t even put it into words.
“Yeah, I specifically remember how you almost jumped into my lap when you heard coco bang her paw against the door.” You shake your head with a laugh, remembering how Jungkook jumped out of his skin, he thought his mother caught you two red handed.
“I did not!” he huffs a loud breath.
“Hm sure sure, whatever you say.” You try not to laugh.
“And I remember how you ran away from Jaebeom after he tried to kiss you. what was it again? Ohhh…” he cackles, turning his body towards you completely.
“Don’t you dare…” you warn him.
“Jungkook Jungkook!!” he imitates your voice. “Jaebeom tried to put his tongue in my mouth, I ran away!” he goes on in a shrill girly voice that is supposed to be yours.
“I didn’t know asshole and don’t try and act all cool now, do you remember what you said in return?” you slap his chest.
“Y/n oh no, let`s go home, I have a mouth wash that kills 99.99% germs.” You deepen your voice and widen your shoulders dramatically.
“Is this supposed to be me?” he frowns but is clearly amused.
“Yes who else, you troll.” You deflate.
“God, we both were such idiots.” He rubs his eyes with his fingers, letting out a sigh.
“You still are.” You mumble.
“My kissing game is ace now honey.” Jungkook grins and you don’t have to look at him to know he`s sporting that cocky smirk.
“Good to know, keep it up, I`m sending you out tomorrow remember.” You brush your hair back.
“What about you?” he asks all of a sudden. Your eyes open as you frown at him in confusion.
“what about me?” you parrot back.
“Do you still not like tongues in your mouth?” he looks straight, not even sparing you a glance.
“Umm…no…tongues are good…tongues are fine…now” You ramble, your head spinning at the question alone.
“good, nice nice.” He nods equally nervous of the whole conversation. Why the fuck did he ask that? You nod back, straightening up a bit.
“So do you like…talk to…boys?” he asks a little hesitant, round eyes taking one look at your flushed face and then going back to busy himself in playing with the rug. What was he implying? You found it too cute how he wanted to ask if you were having sex or not.
“Um not…really.” You thank god your hair covered the side of your face from him.
“I see.” He hums. “but do you um like…uhh…” he clears his throat. “…do it yourself.” You whisper and you inhale air too quickly than you should have making you cough. Wow this escalated quickly.
“Jungkook!” you gasp.
“What? I`m just asking as your best friend, I care about you plus I know a very good toy site, you can order…” Jungkook shrugs his shoulders.
“Jungkook” you laugh lazily. What was he even saying? “Thank you for your concern, I really appreciate it.” You can`t believe what just happened. He doesn’t speak after this and so do you.
“So you use hands or toys, showerhead?” he asks and you whine.
“Stop thinking about it!” you groan.
“I`m just curious.” He whispers, why is your best friend curious about what you get up to? What is this? Was there something in the wine?
“Showerhead.” You find yourself whispering. “Fingers are too small.” You don’t know how you gather the courage to look at him, but the way he looks at you makes you want to hide inside the box behind you. his eyes are hooded and dark, coral lips parted as he gulps after your words.
“Yeah?” he hums taking your hand in his; you feel a literal spark igniting in your spine. “They are pretty small, I bet they`ll feel great on me.” He says more to himself than to you as he examines your significantly smaller hand in his huge one, your fingers twitch in his grasp. Your heart threatens to overheat by beating twenty beats at a time, your throat feels dry.
“You want me to have fun doll?” Jungkook makes you face him, brushing your hair away from your face. You nod.
“I want the same for you.” he husks near your face. “Why don’t we help each other out a little huh?” his thumb caresses your jaw.
“Are you drunk?” his thumb runs over your bottom lip. You shake your head a little. How can you be drunk after all of this? Jungkook pushed his digit inside your mouth; the hot feeling of your mouth makes him suck in a sharp breath. You looked so good right now, so innocent, clueless as you look at him with your pretty eyes. He retrieves his thumb from your mouth with a pop. You were disappointed to say the least. You are struck with lightening when you feel his fingers play with the waist band of your sweatpants, you look down and then up at him.
“This okay?” he husks, his forehead is pressed against your temple, he smells so good, the breath that fans over your face smells like wine. What do you say to this? Yes you want this; yes you want him, but what about the effects of this whole thing on your years long friendship? You can`t just brush it off like nothing happened in the morning. Jungkook said it was fun, just fun but that was not what it was for you and you knew it would hurt. He stretches the band a little and lets it go to slap back on your stomach lightly, bringing you back to him as you blurt a yes.
In a flash, he`s yanking down the sweatpants down your legs, leaving you in nothing but a flimsy black underwear and a tee shirt. His hands feel so soft, so comforting and warm on your shaking legs as he rubs them up and down.
“Good girl.” He spreads your legs; something stirs in your stomach at the term of endearment. You let him do what he wants to you and soon he`s pushing you back into the rug with a hand on your stomach, he settles himself between your legs, your legs on either side of him as he lowers himself towards you.
“Is it too late to make up for that shitty kiss?” he says so close to your lips that you can practically taste his breath making your breath hitch in the back of your throat, this time was definitely different than the last time you had him this close to you, he was far more confident, determined and zeroed in on you that it made you shudder. His hand brushes against your cheek.
“Baby, use your words please, I need to hear you.” his thumb is feathery on the apple of your cheek, his eyes focused on you, big and sparkly.
“No” you muster up the courage to whisper, “It`s not too late.” You hold his cheeks with both your hands, he wastes no time in connecting his lips with yours, a mutual sigh is shared between you two at the contact. Your eyelashes flutter at the overwhelming feeling of his soft lips moving against yours, you don’t know about you but he was definitely not lying about his kissing game being strong now, one of his hand is besides your head, the other is holding your leg up from the underside of your knee bending it to have more access to you and honestly that`s the only way you feel you are staying on the ground because otherwise the way he is licking into your mouth is enough to set your feet off the ground into the air, his tongue is hot in your mouth as it tangles with yours. You moan into his mouth when bites down on your tongue, the move was sensual, dirty and it almost drove you crazy, he moans back, a whiny, desperate sound as if to reciprocate yours, the hand close to your head tangles in your hair fisting them as if you will disappear under him. You were running out of breath and he was getting wilder with each second. You break the kiss, a coward move, who needs air? You wished you hadn’t seen that sight, his eyes almost closed, lips cherried and a thin string of saliva connecting your lips with his glossy ones was enough to turn you into a madwoman, this was too much, this kiss was a thousand times better than your first one but it was ten thousand times more deadly. He takes one look at your (most probably crazy) state, the way your hair is a mess creating non perfect halo around you, the way your lips are swollen and blood red right now, he hasn’t seen this before, the way your chest heaves up and down as you breathe, the way your eyes are set on fire, your soft hand on his cheek, an audible sigh is released into the air when your fingers caress the hair on his nape. He jumps up, leaving you on the ground, suddenly you feel cold, naked and insecure under his gaze. Did you do something wrong? Did he realize you two shouldn’t be doing this? Yes, yes he did, of course he did, you should’ve just said no when you had the chance to save yourself this embarrassment. You get up, supporting your weight on your hands as you look at him with wide eyes. Jungkook moves to settle himself behind you, his back against the box, yours against him when he pulls you against him with a swift movement, the jolt knocking the air out of you, the air you were exhaling felt solid and the one you were inhaling was nonexistent at this point. His slender fingers lift up your shirt revealing the lace of your black panties to his eyes.
“These have to go.” His fingers skim over your mound making you sigh, your head thrown back against his shoulder when he presses his palm over it harder, your breathing stutters.
“Please…Jungkook…” your eyes threaten to roll back into your head when he starts rubbing his middle finger over your clit, his fingers hook into your panties, you lift up your ass from the carpet to help him take it off.
“Sweetheart, can you help me take them off?” he mumbles against the skin of your cheek, you nod eagerly, hunching forward to yank the flimsy material off your legs,  huge hand lands on your breast bringing you back into him, kneading the flesh over the soft shirt, your head falls forward, hair falling like a waterfall, legs twitching, one hand is rubbing torturously slow circles on your pussy, one hand pushing you back into him by your breast.
“You`re dripping already beautiful, I can understand, it`s been too long, it`s okay I won`t make your life a living hell over this, I promise.” He lets out a deep husky laugh against your ear before biting down on it hard.
“S-shut up.” You sigh; your hands are clutching his thighs.
“Uh-huh precious baby, it`s time for you to shut up and enjoy for once.” He lifts up your shirt to reveal the smooth expanse of your stomach, holding the hem to your mouth tapping your lips softly once which makes you clutch the cloth between your teeth.
“Can you relax for me and enjoy your time hmm?” his fingers yank the loose shirt down your shoulder pressing open mouth kisses on the skin, sucking on your shoulder. You nod. “Yes.”
“Good girl, I always knew you could listen.” Large hands hook under your knees to hook your legs over his in a way that when he spreads his legs your legs open wider. Your back slides a little lower against his chest, your legs adjust just above his knees giving him and the cold air the perfect access to your pussy. You shudder when he runs his fingers over your folds, spreading them with two fingers, dipping the middle one into your seeping hole.
“Huhh-ahhh” you whine at the weird stretch, your eyes almost closed as you look up at him, head pressed into his chest.
“I know, I know baby, it`ll be real good soon.” He says through clenched teeth, already lost in the way how you struggle with just one finger.
“Kook…hmm” you bottom lip trembles, teeth clenching harder on the hem of your shirt in your mouth when he starts pumping his finger inside you bringing it back to slick your clit, rubbing circles around it as if he wants to avoid it just right now.
“Relax, huh baby.” Your sodden lips flutter against his finger when you feel his free hand on your naval, rubbing soothing circles into your skin easing you further into him stopping your squirming.
“Gonna add the second one now okay?” he bends his legs, bending your body in half when your legs go up with his.
“Ohhh, unnghhh!” you rasp when he puts his ring finger inside your hole with his middle one.
“How does it feel princess?” Jungkook presses the sweetest little kisses on the side of your neck to distract you from the even weirder stretch now.
“G-good so…ahh…good.” Your moans are muffled against the cloth in your mouth when he speeds up, the heel of his palm adding the perfect friction on your clit.
“Good? It shouldn’t just be good pretty baby, it should be great, the greatest only for you.” Jungkook almost whines when you back into his dick, he quickly adjusts your legs on his thighs.
“J-jungkook.” You`re intoxicated, the wine was nothing compared to this. Your head falls forward again when his fingers get knuckles deep into you. A hand snakes around your neck, his thumb pressing deliciously into your pulse as he makes you look up, the shirt falls from your mouth and rests just below your chest.
“Eyes on your pretty little pussy while I fuck it, got it?” he kisses your side burn, your fingers claw the fabric of his sweatpants, legs threatening to close but the way they are hooked on his don’t let you have much of a choice other than to keep them wide open like they already are.
“Look how good it looks with my fingers stuffed in it.” He licks your cheek and you whine looking down at your pussy dripping down his knuckles, the wet squelch making you clench around his fingers more.
“See? How good fingers can feel when they are long?” he moans against your nape, his eyes on your center and then on your stomach and how the muscles in it are tense.
“Can you feel how deep I am gorgeous?” he hooks his fingers inside you making you scream, the hand around your neck stops you from toppling forward.
“unnhhhh” you cry out lazily “yes so deep.” You slur, the pleasure was so overwhelming that you want to rip your hair out, instead you settle on squeezing your boob, the other hand clawing on Jungkook`s thigh as he brings you closer and closer to your destination.
“A pussy like this deserves so much more than this…oh fuck!” Jungkook groans when you reach out your hand behind you to tangle your fingers in his hair, yanking at the blue locks.
“It deserves to be fucked daily, licked 24/7, so wet, so tight.” He moans along with you, his hair falling into his eyes, lip caught between his teeth as he finger fucks you like his life depends on it, thumb rubbing frantically on your clit, the hand on your neck loosens its grip to turn your head by your jaw, hungry mouth finds you lips in an urgent kiss making you squeal in the kiss when he traces his tongue on your lips, biting down on the bottom lip he connects your forehead with his, fingers not stopping scissoring into you.
“I…I`m…” you breathe into his mouth.
“Go on.” He pecks your lips sweetly, big eyes focused on how your face contorts with pleasure, how you bite your lip and how your eyes flutter as you come with a scream of his name, falling limp against him, your legs dangle dead from his legs as you try to calm your heart, breathing his calming scent in as he brushes your hair away from your face with his feathery touch.
“Want to…suck your dick.” You babble, still drunk on your orgasm.
“It was all about you pretty, you don’t need to do a thing.” He kisses the crown of your head melting you further into him. You stay against his chest when he unhooks your legs from his, rubbing them soothingly and straightens your shirt. Just on cue, you hear Haru`s soft cries, you stir against him.
“Relax, I`ll take care of her.” Jungkook whispers as he makes you sit by yourself, quickly jumping to his feet.
“Let`s take care of the big baby first, come on.” He easily lifts you off the ground, scooping you in his arms. Your hands immediately hold him for support.
“It`s okay though, I would`ve came around when alive again.” You mumble into his neck and he chuckles.
“Nope and we`re going to your room anyways, so hold on tight or else I might drop your ass.” He gives you a little fright when he wiggles you to the ground a little, you shriek circling your arms around his neck quickly.
“Don’t you dare asshole, now hurry up bambi`s crying.” You cling to him tightly.
“Yes ma`am.” He laughs.
You were glad that the next morning you didn’t have work or a thesis meeting with your instructor, you just wanted to stay home even if you didn’t sleep in, Jungkook on the other hand had to take a class and then he had an interview.
“Good morning.” Jungkook`s lips stretch into a smile when he watches you stand all quiet by the kitchen door.
“Morning” you mumble, your face was probably getting red with each second, last night, hm well, last night was unlike any other night with Jungkook, you were…shy about it, scared of it, what if he regrets it, what if things change, the other part of you was scolding you for thinking all that it was making you remember how into it was Jungkook, his little noises, the pleasure he felt when he pleasured you was creating whirlpools in your stomach, your legs hooked on his, his hand all over your body, choking you at one point….
“Y/n?” the close proximity of Jungkook`s voice shakes you physically out of your daydream.
“Yes.” You blurt out. He sighs towering over you.
“I know how pessimist this little brain is.” He pokes your forehead gently making you roll your eyes, he knew you. “So whatever negative thought you are cooking up in there, needs to be kicked out.” He ruffles your hair. You nod slowly.
“I made you breakfast, eat and relax, I`ll check on bambi.” He pinches your cheek with the sweetest smile on his gorgeous face, the one that makes his nose scrunch and eyes squint.
“Okay” your heart flutters at the gesture.
Jungkook was okay, everything was okay it always was, you`re just the biggest idiot to ever grace this planet, why did you make it awkward? It was alright, he just told you, you could’ve known this yourself. You mentally scold yourself as you shove the fruit Jungkook cut for you in your mouth, the pancakes looked delicious and….a perfect round this time. You giggle at how many distorted ones he would’ve eaten to give you these perfect round ones.
“Wanna see y/n hm? I know you do.” You hear Jungkook`s voice coming closer to the kitchen as he strolls in with Haru in his arms. Haru immediately screeches when she spots you on the stool.
“Good Morning bambi!” you sing song in a baby voice that you use with her most of the time. She jumps in her father`s arms at that, reaching out for you.
“Hey, I just changed your diaper, don’t be too excited to see her at least.” Jungkook pouts, nudging his nose against Haru`s cheek. You laugh. Haru on the other hand was not very appreciative of the delay in meeting you so she whines loudly, grabbing a handful of Jungkook`s hair, giving it a yank.
“Ah, owowowow!!” Jungkook yelps in pain as Haru yanks his hair, squealing and giggling at his reactions. You jump off the table to help him, unable to contain your laugh.
“Bambi, leave dada`s hair please baby.” You say in between your fits of laughter.
“Booboo” Haru`s eyes shine when she looks at you. booboo is something she calls you, it was silly you liked it.
“Please bambi, yes come to booboo.” You reach out for her and she immediately releases Jungkook`s hair, jumping over to you.
“That was a tight grip little lady.” Jungkook winces massaging his scalp, Haru obviously doesn’t care nor understands and clings to your neck, resting her head on your shoulder after her active morning.
“Good job” you whisper loud enough for Jungkook to hear, kissing Haru`s shoulder. Jungkook huffs, a cute frown on his lips and forehead.
“I have to go but don’t think I`ll forget this, ever!” Jungkook shoves your shoulder a little, the pout still intact on his lips. You stick your tongue out at him.
“Bye bambi, have a good day.” He kisses the back of her head, she acknowledges him with a happy babble. You were too busy looking at them that you didn’t saw the sweet kiss coming until it was placed on your lips making your breath hitch, eyes wide open when he pulls back.
“Never let your guard down.” He winks with a lopsided grin, you are too gone to answer,your lips were tingling with the feeling of his lips. “You have the greatest day and think about me okay?” His thumb brushes your chin, you nod in a trance making him laugh.
If you said that the days after the two of you fooled around were the best days of your life, it wouldn’t be wrong at all. Jungkook was different, he was looking at you different,now like a predator looks at its prey and now every time Haru takes a nap you know what your engagements would be, it`s either quickies before he has to go to work or in between your breaks from your research, questioning this arrangement was the last thing on your mind when you bury your heels in Jungkook`s spine as he licks your pussy, plump cherry lips wrapped around your clit sucking with a passion, the only thing you can think during that is how you can give him more access to your pussy or sync your grinds against his face with the way his tongue glides up and down between your slit, the way he teases your clit by circling his hot muscle around it without touching has you crying into your palm to which you receive breathy chuckle against your needy pussy even the puff of his breath enough to push you over the edge, he yanks your hand that is pressed tightly on your mouth and intertwines his fingers placing the laced hands on your stomach, you lift your head to look at him, big mistake! You realize the moment you see him spit a glob of his spit on your clit, you wince with a pathetic whimper and watch him dive back in your pussy, his piercing eyes on you, you thought you were strong enough to maintain that eye contact but you were wrong, your head falls back into the couch with a shameless moan.
“Come on pretty girl, this time you`re gonna make yourself come by just getting your clit sucked, I will only stuff you with my cock today, no fingers.” He says into your sodden lips before enveloping your engorged clit into his hot mouth again. You grind yourself against his mouth.
“Yes, yes just like that, make yourself come all over my mouth doll.” His words are slurred against your pussy and before you know it you are unraveling against his mouth with an animalistic moan, tears streaming down your face making you sniffle. Jungkook doesn’t wastes his time in manhandling you until you are sitting on his lap, back facing him, a whimper leaves your mouth when he slaps your ass and then soothing the disturbed skin with the flat of his palm. Your body is lifeless from the shocks of your first orgasm, pussy still tingling from his loving assault on it.
“Lift your arms up baby.” He kisses your cheek from behind and you lazily oblige, he yanks the shirt over your head, the bra follows soon after.
“You too, wanna feel you.” you cry when he rolls your nipples between his fingers.
“Okay.” He presses kisses along your shoulder before peeling his hoodie off of him, the warm, soft skin felt heavenly against your back. Jungkook holds you with one hand and loosens his sweatpants with the other enough to spring his cock free.
“Can`t wait to be inside you.” he throws his head, pumping himself to get ready for you, you shudder every time the tip touches your ass cheek.
“But we did it this morning before your work” You whisper.
“I know, couldn’t even think s-straight the whole day, was hard the whole day.” The hand on your breast squeezes the flesh in his hands making you whine. “So soft oh god!”
“Yeah you like knowing that you make me hard during work, I know you do.” He chuckles, positioning himself at the entrance of your dripping quivering pussy, your knees dig into the couch on either side of his knees, spreading your legs farther to accommodate him. Your breath hitches audibly when he pushes himself in you, one hand digging into your hip now, the other on your breast kneading and squeezing the soft flesh in his tattooed hand.
“Ohhh…” you arch your back, head thrown back enough to land on his shoulder as he keeps you in place.
“I love this oh fuck I love this pussy.” He moans biting down on your shoulder. “so fucking good, tight, warm…oh fucking great.” He ruts his hips into you, hand snaking around your belly to keep you on him without slipping off, the other switching to the other boob. You cry out in pleasure leaning back on his shoulder, back arched, hands pressed on his thighs; he makes you bounce on his cock with each thrust.
“Jungkook…oh fuck yes!” you clench your teeth.
“How does it…feel mhmm…fuck!” he shakes his head like a crazed bull, you were so tight around him, the hand on your boob moves up to snake around your neck to pull you closer, the back of your head touching his shoulder, the angel arching your back more, making the strokes deeper hitting the spot each time.
“Good…so fucking good!” you manage to choke out in between sobs and hisses.
“Oh God you`re dripping…you`re so messy…you like being messy doll?” he says ramming his cock into your dripping hole, your juices leaking around it. You nod with a chocked moan. “y-yes….ahhuhhhggg!!!” you sob, under his mercy.
“I can feel you…getting tighter, are you gonna come for me already?” he hums against the back of your shoulder, his speed not wavering as he makes you take his cock, the hand around your waist dips lower to rub your clit roughly. Your whole body twitches at that in attempts to get away from the delicious assault, your core was extra sensitive.
“Take it!” he hisses, the hold around your neck tightens a bit. “Take it like a good girl, I know you can.” He coos against your ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth, fingers flicking your sensitive button like there`s no tomorrow.
“Uhhhhhhnnn!!” you whine, hands clutching his thighs.
“Let go…” he presses his forehead against your shoulder, hips snapping up into you. after a couple more thrusts and frantic rubs on your clit, you come with a wail, he holds you against him to chase his high, a cry leaves your mouth each time he rams into you until he`s relieves himself. Jungkook leans back into the couch taking you with him, rubbing your stomach soothingly as your breathing calms down, he presses soft little kisses along your shoulder and neck.
“Too much?” he husks, voice still deep and husky from his orgasm.
“Loved it.” You shake your head against his shoulder.
“Come on, I`ll run us a bath.” His fingers tap lightly against your stomach. That moment, that moment was heaven for you.
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It is a Sunday morning, a lazy one, the one where you just lay on the couch and watch TV, Jungkook was in the shower, Haru was sitting next to you on the couch, playing with her smurfs plushies. You smile looking at her, her hair were getting longer, she was getting bigger and more and more aware of her surroundings, still the same angel as before though. Her pout looked identical to Jungkook`s when she concentrated on toys, trying to play, making whatever scenarios her little brain is able to make. The door bell dings making you turn your head towards the door instinctively.
“I`m going to open the door okay bambi, be good.” You pick her up and place her on the carpet next to the couch so that she doesn’t fall when you`ll be gone. You walk over to the door opening it without a care but the sight in front of you kicks you in the stomach, your legs shake immediately.
“Surprise!” three voices say in unison, you forget to breathe.
“See I told you she would be super surprised to see us all of a sudden.” Your mother leaps forward with a huge smile on her face as she squishes you into a hug.
“Mom…” your voice shakes a bit when you choke out.
“It`s so great to see you after almost a year.” Mrs. Jeon comes forward and takes her turn in squeezing you.
“Hey kiddo!” Mr. Jeon pats your head.
“What a…pleasant surprise.” You manage to croak, in any other circumstances this is the ultimate surprise, of course you were happy to see your family but what about Haru who`s playing in the living room, Jungkook, Jungkook? He doesn’t even know. His parents don’t know any of this. What is going to happen? Your nerves kick in.
“The house looks like a place humans would live in.” Mr. Jeon chuckles looking around.
“It`s all because of y/n of course, if it was just Jungkook living here…” Mrs. Jeon jokes.
“No actually, Jungkook is a clean freak now, he can`t stand anything dusty.” You nervously laugh, not forgetting to defend Jungkook even in this situation.
“Wow, that`s a surprise, a pleasant one of course.” Mr. Jeon raises his bushy eyebrows.
“You two completely forgot your old parents so we decided to come ourselves to see you, we`ve missing you two troublemakers.” Your mother side hugs you, you were slightly taller than her.
“I`m so happy to see you.” you kiss her forehead. Haru`s babbles are heard the more you all near the living room. Mrs. Jeon gasps when her eyes land on the little girl playing with the toys. She strides towards her with a big smile, lifting her off the ground into her arms.
“Oh my my, look at this beautiful girl.” She coos, Haru on the other hand is petrified of this complete stranger holding her, she looks over at you with her button eyes, her bottom lip trembles before she starts bawling.
“Oh no no no, booboo is here, sshh.” You run towards her, taking her from Mrs. Jeon`s arms.
“Are you taking babysitting jobs y/n?” your mother smiles at the little girl who has wrapped her tiny arms around your neck, her face tucked into your neck as you rub her back to calm her down. You just look at the three of them, how do you tell them? Is this even your place to tell them?
“She seems so fond of you.” Mrs. Jeon smiles at you.
“y/n, whose child is this?” Mr. Jeon says something for the first time he enters the living room, his eyes are sharp on you, out of instinct you hold Haru a little closer.
“Mom, Dad, mom!” Jungkook`s voice rings in your ears and you feel as if you are able to breathe again. You feel his presence near you as he leaps to hug his two moms, he has always called your mom- mom, earning few coos and “oh you got skinny” typical mom talk from them, you couldn’t bring yourself to say something and pull his leg like you always did in these situations because you were scared to death right now. He hugs his dad too, earning a few hard taps on his back that`ll surely rearrange the position of one`s lungs. That was Mr. Jeon`s way of greeting his son.
“We were just talking to the little princess here.” His mother coos again. “Do you even help y/n around the house; look at her taking babysitting jobs and all that”
“This is not a babysitting job.” Jungkook says simply and your heart skips a beat, you didn’t expect him to be this forward but Jungkook knew that there was no point in dragging this any longer, he was tired of living in constant fear of how he would break this news to his parents. In this moment he really said “Fuck it” and just hoped for the best. You look at the moms, their smiles fading a little bit at that, Mr. Jeon was now also looking at Jungkook.
”She`s mine.” He says and your neck snaps towards him, he looked determined, unafraid and stern when he uttered those words, you were proud of him for that and you would’ve expressed it too if your legs weren’t shaking right now.
“What do you mean she`s yours?” Mrs. Jeon`s mellow voice says a little shocked more like confused  then she gasps looking between the two of you.
“You…y/n, is she….” She tries to connect the dots which were not even there.
“No, Mrs. Jeon, she…Haru is Jungkook`s daughter.” You interrupt her before she gets any more ideas.
“Who is the mother?” she asks, looking at Jungkook.
“She left her in the hospital when she was just a few months old.” Jungkook says, his voice doesn’t waver.
“Oh dear God Jungkook.” Mrs. Jeon practically falls on the couch, clutching her head in her hands as she sobs softly.
“Y/n, and you didn’t tell us too?” your mom sits next to Mrs. Jeon, rubbing her back.
“Mom…I…she`s his child, we should just acce…” you start rocking Haru gently against your shoulder.
“Never! She`s no one to us, how can we accept just anyone into our family?” Mr. Jeon barges in the conversation.
“You accepted me…my mother into your family.” You tear up and watch Mr. Jeon freeze at your words.
“I was a stranger Mr. Jeon, but she…she is your blood, please don’t do this to her.” You go near him, Haru clinging to your neck.
“Please…choose love, this little angel... just needs your love, that`s it.” You put your hand on his shoulder, hoping that he would understand what you were trying to say instead he flinches back and storms outside the house, slamming the door on his way out. Haru flinches, softly cries against your shoulder at the loud sound.
“Ssshh bambi, I`m here.” You rub the back of her head. You turn to see Mrs. Jeon and your mom behind you.
“Jungkook what have you done?” Mrs. Jeon tears up again punching his chest lightly.
“I`m sorry mom, but it is the truth, the biggest truth of my life, I am a father now and nothing can change this fact.” He sniffles, finally breaking down in front of his mother; she engulfs him in a hug, Jungkook sobs in her neck, he just couldn’t be weak in front of his father because he thinks that`s what he thinks of him anyways, Haru hears Jungkook`s sobs and starts crying too.
“Jungkook…” you say softly and he breaks away from his mother, taking Haru from your arms.
“Dada” she puts her small hands on his tear stricken cheeks and he sniffles.
“It`s okay…dada is okay.” He says holding her close to him and that seems to do the trick, calming the little girl.
“She looks a lot like you.” His mother states the obvious, a small smile creeping up on her face as she watches her son and his daughter in front of her.
“Yeah, y/n says so too.” Jungkook smiles through the tears. His mother tucks herself under his arm smiling with her eyes closed, she looked content, he shifts Haru on one arm and opens one arm for your mother, she gladly takes the other side smiling through the tears.
“I hope she`s not entirely like you.” your mom jokes pinching his cheek.
“Mooommm!” he whines softly before laughing a little, you watch them with a soft smile.
“Thank you y/n…thank you for being there for my crazy son through all of this.” Mrs. Jeon turns her attention towards you.
“You don’t need to thank me Mrs. Jeon, I love Haru more than anything in my life, she makes me happy, she`s for me in a way.” You try to widen your arms enough to engulf all three of them in a hug, Haru definitely enjoying the attention. They all giggle at your attempt to hug them all, your face pressed into Haru`s back.
“Jungkook can you please put Haru down for a nap? She gets grumpy in five minutes I`m warning you.” you chuckle.
“Of course.” He smiles.
“And I will try and talk to Mr. Jeon.” You press your lips together, gesturing towards the door.
“Y/n you don’t have to, he`s never gonna accept something related to me and I can live with that now.” Jungkook looks bitter when he says those words but you know deep down he wants his father around, he wants him to be happy and accepting of his daughter.
“I need to try, our bambi needs her grandfather hmm?” you smile, rubbing his bicep, he nods.
The cold air was not too hard on your face when you got out of the house, Mr. Jeon should be around here somewhere, you hope he is because where would he go? He is not from around here. You walk down the street to see Mr. Jeon holding onto a pole, his back turned towards you.
“Can I talk to you for a second?” you ask softly.
“Always but not if you`re here as Jungkook`s lawyer.” He says, his back still turned towards you.
“Who would want to be his lawyer? I`ll definitely loose, he`s hopeless.” You joke and Mr. Jeon lets out a hearty chuckle. If you weren’t so traumatized by the word “Dad” you would definitely call him dad, Mr. Jeon restored your faith in men, in fathers, he showed you that you were good enough for a family, a home. He loved you unconditionally as a father and you were beyond thankful for it. Your heart ached when you saw a flash of fear and disappointment in his eyes earlier before he stormed out of the house.
“He`s so young y/n and maybe that wouldn’t even be the problem if it was someone else but it`s Jungkook, the same Jungkook that still needs you to function properly in his daily life, how would he raise a child?” He says after a pause, turning towards you, his eyes were soft when he talked to you, you were the daughter he never had.
“I know and I agree, he still sometimes wears different socks to office.” You smile at him and he shakes his head. “But he really loves Haru Mr. Jeon, I know how he deals with her, maybe he wants to get babied by all of us but he is the perfect father to Haru, he didn’t back away from her Mr. Jeon, he accepted her with all his heart and he chooses her every day.” You feel your eyes tingle with tears, you knew one thing and that was Jungkook`s love for his child.
“Y/n…” Mr. Jeon starts, his eyes also glossy.
“Please this is not the person I know, you are an example for how to accept people in your life and I was not even blood, she is your own family Mr. Jeon, you are her family please don’t do this to her, she doesn’t even understand all of this.” You hold both of his hands in yours. “Please.” You whisper. Mr. Jeon sighs.
“Okay.” He says slowly and your face lights up.
“Really?” you beam and he nods with a smile.
“Only because you have faith in my idiot of a son.” He smiles down at you.
“Thank you thank you thank you!” you hug him immediately and he lets out another hearty dad chuckle.
The rest of the day went by so quickly because of how happy everyone was, Haru loved her grandmothers, she played with them like the polite sweet little girl she is, even Mr. Jeon and Jungkook were on their best behaviors, talking about each other`s works and Jungkook even discussed getting a new car with his dad, asking for his opinion on which car to get. The house felt empty and dead when they all left, Haru was so tired and whiny by the end of the evening that you had to put her to bed early and now you were helping Jungkook with the dishes, he was washing them and you were drying them.
“Careful with that glass container, it`s your mom`s.” you remind him for the third time.
“Stop it or you will seriously jinx it and I`ll end up breaking it.” He whines carefully picking up the container from the soapy water to wash it properly.
“Then be ready for what`s gonna come your way.” You shrug your shoulder, focusing on drying up the dishes he washed already.
“Thank you for today, my heart is full with nothing but warmth and satisfaction knowing that my family knows about my family, and it`s all thanks to you.” he says looking at you with his soft lazy gaze.
“I don’t even know why we were so scared, it`s our family hello? We know these people and how accepting and loving they are.” You laugh at the whole situation, well now you can as it was all settled.
“Mom and mom yeah I can agree but dad only came back because you talked to him, just accept my gratitude you little shit.” Jungkook groans making you laugh.
“Okay okay, no problem, anytime, hm? Happy?” you roll your eyes. He dives in with the speed of lightening taking your lips with his in a deep kiss, the more he licks into your mouth the more your afraid the plate in your hand will fall, he retreats with a loud pop that echoes in the kitchen.
“Very” he bites down on his bottom lip looking down at you. both of you going back to doing what you were doing like nothing happened.
“You should go sleep, aren’t you gonna wake up early in the morning?” he says after few moments.
“No actually, all my work can be done from home now.” You put the dish down and look at him.
“My thesis advisor recommended to complete the rest of my research from other universities around the world, it`ll really diversify my study.” You say, watching Jungkook listen with great concentration.
“That`s great, are you planning on taking up the offer?” he asks, his attention on you.
“I don’t know kook, I`ve…I`ve never been away from home, from you and now Haru…I don’t know what I feel about this.” You sigh, a small frown on your forehead.
“Hey, you don’t need to worry about anything, this is a great opportunity for you and I think you should experience something out of the box for a change y/n, I say go for it!” he dries his hands with a napkin. You nod, he was right and it was just four months, six at most.
“Haru and I will be right here waiting for you to come back.” He smiles down at you, squeezing your shoulders into a hug.
“You`re right, I`m just a big baby.” You laugh against his chest.
“Yeah, a cry baby.” His voice was suggestive and you knew what he was hinting at, your suspicions solidify when he slaps your ass bucking you into him.
“Stop, leave me alone!” you whine, your arms squeezing tight around him making him chuckle. “Okay” he hums, still holding you close.
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Everything seemed to be going really well, a little too well for you and Jungkook, he had a job now and didn’t even had to completely say goodbye to his hobby, singing made him happy and you were glad he still got to do that sometimes on the weekend with his friends, sometimes watching him juggle work, hobbies, you and Haru made you laugh internally. Was he the same Jungkook? The same crying and whining little kid who you met because he had scraped his knee on the sidewalk. He was a changed man now and you were glad for him, happy to have witness this growth.
You were walking back from the little café just few blocks away from your house where you met up with Namjoon, a fellow student who was also advised to take his research internationally, it was nice knowing someone who was in the same boat as you, had the same work field as you, thought almost like you and he was nice too, discussions with him always led to a point which helped you in your work, he was a gem of a friend you made after Jungkook. Jungkook? Was he your friend anymore? Friends don’t fuck each other`s brains out every chance they get, do they? friends don’t randomly just join friends in shower, hold them close and then crowd them against the wall to fuck them senseless, friends don’t kiss at random unnecessary moments, they just don’t, that`s not friendship. What worried you the most was Jungkook`s lack of interest in acknowledging this situation, maybe he was thinking about it just like you are and you didn’t even talk to him so you can`t really blame him for anything but one thing was for sure, today you are going to tell him how you felt, you are going to let him know that what you were doing with him and most importantly feeling for him was anything but friendly, you liked him, you loved him and you needed to tell him that now! Your heart was fluttering in your chest excitedly as you adjust your scarf around your neck. That idiot is gonna be so shocked. You laugh at the thought, skipping your way home, the sun was setting making you think it was the most beautiful sight you had ever seen or was it just the thought of loving Jungkook and now you had the guts to tell him?
“I`m home!” you sing song happily.
“Kook today I`ll make anything you want for dinner, no take outs…” the big smile on your face drops in an instant when you walk into the living room, the sight in front of your eyes made your blood boil but at the same made you knees shake with nerves. Jungkook looks up at you, his eyes soft and worried when he took in how you stopped in your tracks, the hand around your half loosened scarf also stopped in place. Your eyes are glued to the woman sitting on your couch…Hanee, in all her tall and gorgeous glory as she stared back at you with her sharp, seductive eyes. On the same couch, you and your family sit.
“Y/n…” Jungkook says carefully, he knows you enough to tell when you are about to lose it.
“Where`s Haru?” you ask him, snapping your hard eyes from her to his face.
“She`s in her room…y/n list…” you don’t let him finish his sentence and storm to Haru`s room. There`s absolutely no way you are gonna let Hanee ruin what you have right now, she`s not gonna take Haru from you, she can`t, she left her alone in a hospital, how can she come back? You had long forgotten about Jungkook and you feelings for him at that point, you were worried about Haru and how her mother can take her away from you and Jungkook. Will Jungkook let that happen? Does he still have feelings for her? The thought makes you slide down next to Haru`s crib, watching her sleep peacefully as you sob weakly. She is his mother after all, what are you? nothing, the bitter, the dark part of you shouts in your ear. Hanee is the mother of Jungkook`s child, if he still feels for her, who are you to blame him, who are you to claim him as yours? No one! The voice shouts again as you sob silently looking at Haru`s sleeping figure, sleep takes over your exhausted senses and body soon.
You feel yourself get lifted off of the ground in a strong embrace, Jungkook`s familiar scent clouding your senses as he carries you close to his chest probably taking you to your room.
“Let me down.” You say still sleepy and broken. He doesn’t say anything and keeps on walking, the door opens and he sets you down on the bed, flicking the lights on, you realize it was his room. You chuckle, it may look crazy to him but you were so tired of everything, tired of having to repress your feelings for him, the feelings you thought were just your teenage dream nothing else, you were tired of always being not enough.
“You might wanna start looking for a double bed now that your baby mama is back in town.” You pinch the bridge of your nose, the tone of your voice makes Jungkook wince. You were hurt and he could see that in your body language.
“Y/n don’t do this.” Jungkook says softly looking at your defeated figure.
“What am I doing? It`s a good advice if you ask me.” You scoff, you thought you were numb but the pang in your chest told you otherwise.
“She said she was sorry and she missed her baby and…me.” Jungkook looks away from you as he spoke, his voice shook.
“Of course she did now that you are out of the woods with everything, now that you have a job, now that you are “mature” now that your daughter is all healthy and not fighting pneumonia at a hospital nursery, of course she misses you two.” You feel the tears falling down your cheeks, how can he be so okay with all of this?
“I didn’t invite her in or believed what she said, trust me, I can`t do that.” Jungkook kneels in front of you, his hand on your knees.
“Please, don’t cry y/n please, you know it breaks me to see you like, I get scared watching you like this, please.” He presses his face into your stomach, you feel him sniffle against it, your hands remain at your sides, clutching the bed sheets between your fingers.
“Why are you crying idiot?” your bottom lip trembles as your heart shatters at the sight in front of you, your fingers reach for his head, massaging his scalp as he cries into your stomach, holding your closer by your lower back.
“I don’t want to make you upset…it’s the last thing I want.” His words are muffled against your belly.
“Ssshh…it`s not your fault, non of this is, let`s sleep.” You make him look up at you as you wipe his tears, he nods.
That night, you feel his calm breathing on the crook of your neck as he holds you close but you stay wide awake.
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The days that you thought your life was just perfect, it couldn’t get any better? seemed like a dream now, Hanee is over at your house most of the times now or Jungkook is over at her place with Haru. You and Jungkook barely talk anymore, he goes to work before you get up in the morning and comes homes late at night when you are asleep. You are not asleep all the time, you hear him shuffle outside your door, contemplating to come inside and then going back as you toss and turn. Were you the villain in this story? Not wanting a mother and her child to reunite? Were you the bad guy here?
Haru was grumpier than ever today, she came back with Jungkook late at night, way past her bedtime.
“Oh oh, what happened bug? I know you`re not having fun right now, here, here.” You try to hold her against your shoulder, patting her back to lull her to sleep and this always helps but she keeps on kicking, she was grumpy and whiny because her sleeping schedule was completely messed up thanks to her “Mom”. Jungkook walks in from his room, you motion him with your hand to not making a noise, Haru whimpers softly against your shoulder as you pat her back, humming a soft tune. She calms down after a while and you take her to her room, her sleeping music and lights always helped putting her to sleep. You smile down at her sleeping figure, she was finally at peace today. You close the door slowly behind her. You needed to talk to Jungkook because his and his apparent girlfriend`s activities are taking a toll at Haru`s health and mood.
“Jungkook we need to talk” you say as soon as you enter the kitchen, he looks up from his phone to look at you.
“Okay” he smiles.
“Kook you can leave Haru with me when you go to Hanee`s.” you say straight up, the time for being subtle was long gone at this point.
“But I go there to let them both spend time together.” He says frowning a little. You scoff, okay like you are supposed to believe this.
“Okay but can you like tell her to meet her at a reasonable hour, bambi caught a cold and she`s so hard to put to sleep these days because you two keep messing with her sleeping schedule.” You sound annoyed.
“You think I`m not a good father, she caught a cold because of me?” Jungkook raises an eyebrow taking a step closer to you.
“I didn’t say any of that Jungkook.” You were not intimidated by him, not one bit as you look into his eyes.
“You were implying it y/n” he chuckles bitterly almost mockingly.
“You don’t have a right to interpret what I`m implying.” Your eyes are hard. When did the two of you go from being all laughs and giggles to this? You missed him but he was getting more further from you each passing day.
“All I am saying is that I have no business with what you do or where you go” a complete lie, your heart shattered even at the thought of Hanee and Jungkook and what they might be doing together when he was not home. “Just keep Haru out of this, she is too young for this, she needs a peaceful sleep every night to grow properly, leave her with me I can take care of her for you.” you say and turn on your heels without waiting for his reply because you were sure you`ll cry and that`s the last thing you want right now.
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You and Namjoon were practically kicked out of the café for staying there till midnight. You both giggle gathering your stuff and get out of the café, the clouds were grumbling indicating the arrival of the winter rain.
“Whew, the owner almost kicked our asses out.” Namjoon giggles as he rubs his hands and then shoving them into his pockets.
“Really that was close.” You giggle. “But we got a lot of work done today, just three weeks before the big step.” You were excited to explore the horizons, but at the same you were scared, your heart a little uneasy.
“Yup, me too, I`m too excited my bags are all packed.” He walks with you.
“Oh my god really? That`s actually great, you wouldn’t have to panic in the last minute like me Namjoon, I didn’t even pack a sock yet.” You whine.
“It`s okay, start from tomorrow, slowly and gradually I think you would pack everything before your flight.” He giggles.
“I hope so” you giggle with him. He stops a cab.
“Hey want a ride?” Namjoon asks as he opens the door.
“Um no, my house is just a block away.” You smile at the gesture.
“You sure?” he gives you a look.
“Yes Joon I`ll be fine and I like this weather, great for a walk.” You push him towards the car.
“Okay, have a great night.” He gives you his cute dimpled smile which makes you smile automatically.
“You too Joon.” You wave at him as he gets in the car.
The walk to the house was short and pleasant, the weather was gloomy and dark, a perfect winter evening.
“I should make some hot chocolate when I get home, I hope I have some marshmallows left.” You think to yourself, Jungkook loves hot chocolate and he doesn’t like it when there aren’t enough marshmallows in his cup, by enough you mean half the cup just filled with marshmallows, the multicolored ones. What if he`s not home? Your throat constricts at the thought but his car in the driveway makes your heart jump with happiness, you try to be quiet, maybe he`s asleep, you will wake him up and surprise him for a movie and hot chocolate, it`s Saturday anyways. You creep through the front door slowly, excited to finally spend some time with your best friend and maybe by the end of the movie, you`ll tell him how you feel about him; just get this weight off of your chest once and for all. You tip toe towards the living room, a big smile on your face but it drops when you hear Hanee`s voice coming from the living room.
“…your roommate doesn’t like me.” You hear the fragment of the conversation.
“She`s not a roommate, she`s my best friend.” You hear Jungkook huff.
“So what? Why is she trying to be more than that? Why is she trying to be Haru`s mother?” her shrill voice doesn’t pierce your ears as much as her words do.
“She`s just looking out for her, she raised her, what are you even talking about?” Jungkook sounds annoyed.
“Raised her? A lot of baby sitters raise children when the mothers are not around, that doesn’t make them family.” She huffs a bitter a laugh and your heart drops at her words, eyes stinging from how much you were widening them.
“Hanee…” Jungkook raises his voice a little.
“What? It is true, she is just a free of cost baby sitter Jungkook, good for you actually because she lives with you and she is your friend, saved you a lot of money.” You hear her say and then feel the tears stream down your cheeks, you waited for Jungkook`s reply in this moment, you needed it, you wanted it in this moment but it never came. He didn’t say anything to her. All you hear are wet, sloppy kissing sounds. Your heart had forgotten how to beat the moment you listened to her venomous voice, how can something that looks so beautiful to the eyes be so vile and disgusting from the inside? You wipe your tears quickly and try to make your presence known to them, clearing your throat you enter the living room. Hanee is straddling Jungkook`s lap as she licks into his mouth, her hands in his hair and her dress riding up her thighs. She jumps off of him mainly because Jungkook shoves her down the couch when he watches you stand in the living room door, his eyes are wide looking at you, lips red, buttons undone on his shirt. Your heart can`t take it, your eyes can`t take it. You head to kitchen without saying a word. You will drink that hot chocolate you don’t care just like he doesn’t care for you. your lips tremble as you mix the hot liquid in your cup, heartbeat could be heard in your ears as the veins in your temples vibrate because of how angry, frustrated and hurt you were. Hanee`s words would`ve had no meaning if only Jungkook had told her to shut the fuck up but he…didn’t? was that all you were? Is this your worth? Is Hanee your true friend who made you realize this?  
“Y/n…” you hear Jungkook coming in the kitchen.
“Hey” you give him small smile, not crying anymore. “Where`s Haru?” you ask him like nothing happened, nothing happened really except for the fact that Hanee gave you the biggest reality check of your entire little life. A reality check that has been cutting through your heart like a blunt knife ever since you got it. You take a long swig of the hot liquid, it burnt your tongue but the fire inside you was far more intense than this harmless liquid.
“y/n…” Jungkook sounds desperate now, he knows you, he knows this looking all okay and dying inside trick of yours.
“I should go check on her.” You say walking towards the door past him but he stops you, holding the wrist that wasn’t holding the cup.
“What? Sorry I didn’t make you any…” you show him your cup.
“y/n what are you doing?” his voice is small as he tries to read your completely straight face.
“What I am supposed to do Jeon Jungkook, as your “Free of cost babysitter” remember? You have to, come on! it wasn’t that long ago.” You chuckle, yanking your wrist from his hand. Your body was getting cold by each passing second, the hurt consuming you.
“You are not a babysitter y/n please don’t do this to me.” His voice shakes as he reaches for you again and you take a step back from him.
“I am Jungkook!” you scream, tears welling up in your eyes as the grip on the cup in your hand tightens. “I fucking am, I thought I was not, I thought I was your best friend, your only bestest friend, the one and the only y/n” you laugh bitterly, tears now falling on your cheeks. “But no! I got to know today that I was the idiot here, because when she called me all of that you didn’t say anything” you look at him, the hurt in your teary eyes makes Jungkook choke on his breath as he stumbles back from your words, softly crying now. “not a word, when she called me just a babysitter who you didn’t pay, no wait! You did actually pay me by fucking me here and there, we totally forgot about that.” Your words were nothing but pure green poison on your tongue you spat on him. He winces at that, crying audible now.
“And I took that payment like the foolish bitch I am, I should’ve asked for money, it could’ve helped me in life you know but damn” you wipe your tears, taking yet another swig of the hot chocolate, watching Jungkook cry through the rim.
“I`m sorry y/n, please, I know I fucked up and I have no excuses just please forgive me, please forgive me like you always do.” He strides towards you, holding your forearms as he cries uncontrollably.
“There`s nothing to forgive Jungkook, you two just showed me my worth and I`m glad you did, better late than never.” You whimper.
“But just know that I`ve always seen bambi as my own child, not even yours, my own.” You crack a smile at the thought of her. The first time you held her when she cried, how she slept so peacefully in your bed next to you for the first couple of nights because she was sick.
“No I know please don’t explain anything to me please y/n, I know who you are, no no.” he holds you to his chest as he whines and cries into your hair, his hands are trembling.
“I feel like I have to Jungkook, you questioned the most precious and pure relationship I have and it broke me, it really did. You questioned my love for Haru? It hurts.” You sniffle against his chest, your hands dangle by your sides, not willing to hold him for the first time in your life.
“Please tell me how can I fix this…” he was desperate once again, his words sped up.
“I don’t think you can.” You whisper pushing him away from you.
“I just hope you don’t treat Haru like you have been treating her for the past month, she doesn’t deserve you two as her parents.” Your eyes are hard once again and your words trigger something in Jungkook.
“I`m her father, I know how to treat her.” He says wiping his tears. The dark part of him telling him that you mocked him once again intentionally or unintentionally, he doesn’t care. Why doesn’t his daughter deserves someone like him? Why did you say that?
“Yeah?” you say with a straight face. “How about you tell that to her sinus infection, the fever she runs every night and how less she sleeps because of you and that bitch who takes her out in the cold? Jungkook how about you tell this all to the doctor who asks me everytime when I visit him about you? how about you tell this to your daughter who wants nothing but her father to be with her in the mornings and put her to bed every night like he used to?” you scream on his face, the veins in your neck popping out of the delicate skin.
“She is your responsibility as a father, she didn’t ask to be born just because you liked getting it on raw Jungkook, she`s a human being who needs a father and a family, the quality of life she deserves.” Your voice was getting dryer with how much force you were putting into it.
“And what do you know about family and father and quality of life huh y/n?” you freeze in your spot, the moment these words leave his mouth. The world around you stops and you find it harder to breathe with each second as you look at his hard face, was this Jungkook? No no he can`t be can he? He would never hit you where you bled the most. On cue, the thunder rumbles, making you stumble back physically, your legs are about to give up at any point. Jungkook knew what those words did to you, he saw you die because of this topic on numerous occasions in his life but the damned dark part of his soul didn’t want to stop there.
“What do you know about a family? A father? How can you lecture me about something you`ve never experienced yourself?” he hisses and watches you hold onto the counter, your chest heaving up and down, not a single tear coming out of your eyes though.
“How can you say any of this when you lived off of my family and me to fix your daddy issues your whole life y/n?” he chuckles bitterly, the way you were struggling to breathe in front of him was completely ignored by him. His dark side won finally, all his insecurities that crept up because of you, won this time, he killed you, he killed you with his bare hands tonight. You peel yourself off of the counter to get to your room, practically crawling towards the drawer as you search frantically for the inhaler, your breathing turning animalistic at this point. You suck it in your mouth, pumping it with shaking hands, the constricting air finally easy to breathe. You sit there for a moment before getting up, Jungkook was already in the kitchen when you looked for your phone like a maniac, your hair in tangles, cheeks tear stained and blotched, hands trembling, legs jelly.
“Y/n, I`m sorry, please I don’t know what came over me, pleaseplease listen to me.” Jungkook tries to stop you with his whole body as you look around for your phone with trembling hands and crazed eyes.
“LET ME GO!” you scream, scraping your throat with the intensity of your voice.
“No please no, here slap me, hit me y/n please but please forgive me, I didn’t mean any of that please noooo.” He cries as he takes your arms and uses your hands to slap his face.
“Let.me.go” you grit each words through your teeth, your head was spinning with anger and hurt. You shake him off of you with so much force that he stumbles back, his state disheveled, his eyes were blood red, button up shirt undone from his endeavors with Hanee, hair a mess.
“Y/n…” he reaches for you again. You take the hot chocolate cup from the counter and slam it on the ground with your full force, the china flying into hundred little pieces at the impact.
“Don’t you…fucking come near me.” You hiss through your teeth as you shake your head. It was raining cats and dogs outside at this point.
“Please…I`m sorry please don’t do this, I…sorry y/n!” he drops to his knees few steps away from you, joining his hands together to ask for forgiveness, you were numb at this point but one thing was for sure you can`t forgive what he said. He knew you better than anyone and he knew what this all meant for you, what he meant for you, what Mr. and Mrs. Jeon meant for you and he still said all of that. He still mocked your father leaving you.
“You m-made the only thing that was a safe place for me so unsafe and scary that now… I am s-scared to even look at you.” you cry a heart wrenching cry at this, you felt homeless all of a sudden. Jungkook took your home, your family from you.
“Please…please…I`m so sorry.” He didn’t know what else to say as he cried still on his knees in front of you. you wipe your tears with the sleeve of your sweater and storm outside of the kitchen. Jungkook scrambles to his feet with wide eyes, following you, watching you head for the main door.
“y/n, y/n, no please no.” he shakes his head with wide eyes following you.
“DON`T MOVE! STAY RIGHT WHERE YOU ARE!” you scream and watch him flinch at your voice. “Don’t even think about following me or I swear I`ll forget that we were friends once.” You grit your teeth, yanking the door open, stepping outside in the pouring rain, the cold rain immediately trickles down your back as you walk with full speed, shivers running all over your body.
“Y/N! Y/N!” you hear Jungkook`s strained voice running behind you.
“I`m serious Jungkook, don’t make me do something we`ll both regret in this moment, leave me alone.” You say without even turning around and walk straight ahead. Jungkook watches you walk away from him, his heart was dead in that moment. He ruined the only good thing in his life.
You walk for what it felt like hours in the rain and stopped once you realize the rain had stopped. You thought this rain would wash away the hurt this night wrote in your fate but it didn’t, your heart was breaking constantly, the ache was making it hard to breathe the cold air. You hug yourself shivering from the cold. Jungkook said all of this to you? you still couldn’t believe it? You didn’t want to believe it. You take a cab back to the house, the driver eyeing you from the rear view mirror, clearly concerned for your state. You on the other hand were thinking of getting out of the house, you can`t stay with him, not after this.
The house was quiet, Jungkook wasn’t home you could tell, his bedroom door was opened, maybe he went to search for you, he will never find that y/n he was friends with once, he killed her tonight. You hurry to your room and change into dry clothes, shoving everything that seemed important into your bags and zipping them. Your heart almost stopped when you heard Haru`s sleepy whimpers, you rush to her room.
“Hey bambi, hi angel.” You coo, picking her up from her crib.
“I`m sorry for everything today, I know I screamed a lot today, I know.” You lay her against your shoulder, patting her back, that always seems to do the trick.
“I love you so so much bambi, so so much you don’t even understand.” You lips tremble as you rock her gently in your arms.
“I will always pray for you my angel, it is really sad that we have to part because of some people in our lives but my love please know that booboo loves you so much, my angel, my precious little sweet girl.” You see her already asleep, she always found comfort in your voice and embrace. You gently put her in the crib.
“I`ll miss you sweet angel, I hope life treats you better than it did me.” Your voice shakes as you kiss her forehead one last time.
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Jungkook comes back to the house; your wet shoes were on the carpet. He sighs a relieved breath, you were home, you were finally home. He barges into your room to ask you for another chance, put his head on your lap until you give him another chance but you weren’t there. He looks around to see most of your stuff gone, he looks around the house with a frantic look in his eyes. You weren’t here, you finally had enough of him. He drops to his knees, drained of emotions at this point, looking into the space in front of him with his teary red eyes. He wished he could’ve turned back time if not to his childhood when life was simple and you were the happiest but to few days back when he was the happiest, when he had you in his embrace, when he had his family.
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white lies | jjk | m
— summary; in which Jungkook lies his way out of and into trouble. But he can’t tell white lies when it comes to you. 
— contents and warnings; smut, fluff, very minor angst, poor attempts at humor, athlete!jungkook x reader, childhood best friends, fake dating, idiots to lovers, far too many movie references, a tiny bit of jealousy, jk is a football/soccer player, mentions of alcohol and drugs, the catastrophic event that is a frat party, jk is kind of a himbo, so much sexual tension, mutual pining, a lot of touching, dirty talk, fingering, grinding, jk has a big dick, praise, body worship if you squint, unprotected sex (don’t.), pulling out, very mild possessiveness, mid-sex confessions, the L word…, Jungkook wants to fuck you in his team jacket because his tastes are very singular and you wouldn’t understand it 
— words; 13,3k
— author’s notes; I know what you’re thinking… and yes, every bad movie mentioned is real. Also, this is a self-aware cliche and 100% self indulgent. Have fun!
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When people first found out that you and Jungkook were friends, you received a very predictable, repetitive sequence of reactions.
First came disbelief. It was the most comprehensible one, at least from your perspective, taking into consideration that you and Jungkook were completely different people. He was loud (sometimes too loud) and outgoing, probably knew at least ninety percent of the campus population by name and city of origin. Jungkook was warm, friendly, the type of guy that you’d confess all your worries to if given enough time. You, on the other hand, was more on the “colder” side — you weren’t as inviting with strangers, and didn't mind going through moments of awkward silence. Jungkook was a talker and you were a listener; he was a daydreamer and you were a brute realist: maybe that was why your friendship worked so well. But most people couldn’t really get it. 
Second came the questions — the doubts, the sideway glances, even a few bitter comments if you were unlucky enough. Jungkook had kind of a reputation when it came to sleeping around, so most people jumped to the conclusion that either you were his favorite plaything (which might have been the most offensive thing you’ve ever heard) or that you were simply the rare one he had friendzoned because he didn’t want to fuck you (a big runner-up to that prize). Eventually, though, you settled their anguishes simply by saying that you knew each other ever since you were kids. 
Which took you to the final phase: relief and acceptance. The ones who saw you as a threat instantly relaxed, and the ones who couldn’t understand why he would “waste his time” with “someone like you” quickly understood that it was a deep, innocent connection that he was just “too sweet to let go.” Obviously, that didn’t make you feel any better. 
Truth was, it was kind of hard being friends with Jungkook. Mostly because the boy casted a light so strong that it was almost impossible not to stay in his shadow, but also because you always felt like you had to justify your existence every time he chose you instead of anyone else. You were the person he ran to hug once his team won; you were the one he ditched other people for, just to hang out with you. It made you insecure. And, yeah, there was also the fact that you had been madly in love with him for some time now, but that was unimportant. 
Well, until he asked you to be his (fake) girlfriend, that was. 
Jungkook, bless his heart, was never one of the brightest when it came to real-life situations. He could ace a test with no issue, but, when it came to reading the room, he was a lost cause — something a bit paradoxical when you realized how social he was, but, well, people probably thought his cluelessness was adorable. And that might also be the reason why he never caught onto your pathetic crush, but that was a different topic. 
“Why the fuck would I do something like that?” You munched on your chips, eyes flickering over the TV screen. The two of you had made the terrible decision to hatewatch all the bad shark-themed movies you could find, and now you were suffering the brain-smoothing consequences. “Sounds like the dumbest plan in the world. And I don’t understand what you’d get out of that.” 
He whined, throwing his head back against the couch. Jungkook had been trying to convince you for half a movie now, and he was running out of arguments. “I told you already,” he stressed, eyes locked to the white ceiling. With the living room completely immersed in shadows, the shades of blue and yellow from the television reflected off his face like a prism. “The boys have been teasing me because I could never hold a date.” 
“And? That’s your problem.” You looked at him, meeting his desperate stare. “And, honestly, why did you even lie about it? It’s true, you know it.” 
“You’re cruel.” Jungkook tugged the bag of chips off your hands, ignoring your complaints. “I have my reasons.” 
You laughed. “Yeah, what is it again? Waiting for the right person?” You teased, watching as his frown only deepened, his cheeks puffed out as he angrily chewed. “Come on, Cinderella, snap out of that fairy tale. Have you stopped to think how many nice girls you let go because of that stupid mindset?”
“It’s not stupid,” he murmured, clearly irritated. 
With a sigh, you shrugged. “Fine. It’s not.” You yanked the bag of chips away from him, slightly sad that it was almost finished. Unfortunately, your marathon had made you eat a lot more junk food than your body could probably handle, but that was a problem for the future you. Present you really wanted more chips. “I’m just bitter.” 
“We can agree on that.” He smirked, a devilish glint in his eyes that prepared you for the worst. “What was it that those guys called you in high school?”
You pointed at him. “Don’t,” you warned. 
But his smirk only grew, morphing into a full-blown (dazzling) smile. “Ice queen?” Jungkook tried. 
You rolled your eyes, sinking into the couch. “It’s a dumb nickname, shut up,” you groaned, trying to focus on the shitstorm that unreveled on the television. There was a priest trying to exorcise the ghost of a demon shark, and that was a thousand times more interesting than recalling the nightmare that was high school. “It got even worse when Frozen came out.” 
“Still gets to you, though.” Jungkook poked you on the shoulder, allowing himself one last laugh at your distress before striking once again. “So… wanna help me?” 
Yeah, like that would have magically changed, you thought. “I already said no.”
Jungkook leaned forward, pressing his forehead against his palms. He was in anguish, but you couldn’t feel that sorry when he had caused that himself. “But I already told them we were dating,” he whined, defeated. 
“Again, sounds like a you problem,” you said, throwing the empty bag of chips on the coffee table. “Just say that you panicked and made some shit up. Own up to it, you’re already a grown up.” 
Jungkook shook his head. “I can’t, they’ll never believe me again.” 
You sighed, crossing your arms. “Dragging this out won’t make it any better. You should tell them the truth,” you said, pausing for an instant. “Actually, I can’t see this ending well in, like, any possible scenario. Even Doctor Strange had better odds in Infinity War.” 
The fact that you liked Jungkook was the key point that he didn’t have access to, but that was very clear inside your head. Even in the best possible outcome, in which no one doubted a single thing and everything magically went back to normal, you’d still have to live with that weight inside your chest. Sounds pretty fucking painful to pretend to be someone’s girlfriend when you were almost considering selling your soul to turn that into a real situation. And then to be done with it like it wasn’t nothing more than a business transaction, or a platonic favor for a good friend... that would just suck, to put it lightly. 
Sadly, Jungkook wouldn’t give up so easily. “What if we, like, only do it tomorrow night?” He pressed on, turning to take a better look at you. He always looked so breathtaking, his gorgeous big eyes just staring at you like a cute dog pleading for a piece of meat. You could sense yourself starting to fold, and that was always a bad sign. “Just for a few of my friends to see us together, show that it’s the truth, and then I can just say that we didn’t work out and decided to stay friends.” 
“But it’s not the truth,” you stressed, turning your head back to the television. You were starting to get pissed at the fact that you’d have to watch that movie again to try and make sense of what was happening. But you were also sad because you were both considering his request and suffering in advance because of its unavoidable consequences. “I don’t wanna be just another name in your list of conquests, Jungkook.”
Correction: you didn’t want to pretend to be one. You were fine with trying something out (for real) with Jungkook, even if you didn’t get a fairy tale ending. You just didn’t want to play with your own emotions — and probably induce some emotional trauma — because your best friend couldn’t own up to the fact that he lied about something (again). 
And, yet, it was getting to you. Just like a vipers’ venom, it had started to spread inside your body, corroding the walls you had built up for yourself. Your therapist would rip you to shreds if she knew you were thinking like that, but maybe ignoring the only chance you’d have with Jungkook — real or not — would be the foolish decision there. 
Besides, it couldn’t be that bad, could it? You could push your pride aside and help a friend during a time of need… and who knows, maybe get a couple kisses along the way? And just for one night? You could do that… 
Back in the present, Jungkook was just now digesting your previous claim. “What? You’d never be just that,” he guaranteed, an expression of bewilderment plastered all over his obnoxiously handsome face. Every day was a new test from God, and you were failing miserably. “You’re my best friend. I’d do anything for you.” 
Ouch. That was a low hit. And worse? You knew that he didn’t say that with any malicious intent to manipulate you or anything — he genuinely meant it. Jungkook was such a sweetheart when it came to you, he’d stay up to help you with your projects; volunteer to take you out on an adventure when you were feeling down, even if he had to face the consequences of skipping practice later. He had done so much for you, and you couldn’t even push your feelings aside one time to help him out. 
Your high school insecurities were starting to erupt, and you were thinking that maybe those dumb nicknames were right. Maybe you were kind of a cold-hearted bitch. Especially when your best friend/love of your life was pouting and begging you to help him and all you could do was to mock him. 
Beside you, Jungkook deflated like the saddest balloon in the world, a long sigh leaving his lips. “You know what? You’re right, this is stupid,” he admitted, running one hand through his hair. You always wanted to do the same, it was so soft and puffy that you could get lost in it. Also, there was something about the tattoos on his arms, the veins of his hand, that just made you lose your mind. “I should just own up to it.” 
Took you a couple seconds for your rational brain to catch up to your horny one, but it eventually did. “It’s okay, I’ll do it,” you told him. “Just one night.”
“Really?” Jungkook’s eyes widened like a kid’s during Christmas morning, a beautiful smile overtaking his features. He jumped in your direction and, before you could even react, his strong arms were wrapping around you, pulling you into a warm hug. You were so fucked. “You’re the best! I owe you big time.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll remember that.” You placed your hand on his forehead and pushed him away, ignoring both his whiny complaints and the quickening of your heartbeat. “Now back to our shark exorcism.” 
Jungkook’s teammates didn’t get why the two of you were still friends. 
As Jimin, the world’s most competitive striker once said, some things are so obvious that you just can’t ignore them unless you have a secret agenda. When it came to that specific subject, the obvious thing would be that Jungkook had an earth-shattering crush on you, and his secret agenda was the fact that he was too blind to see that it was mutual, so he decided to repress it until it asphyxiated him. 
His teammates tried to warn him over and over again that you, in fact, were all heart eyes and chuckles when he came around, Namjoon even got close to creating an entire PowerPoint presentation about it, but all of it fell on deaf ears. Jungkook, in his blissful ignorance, just wouldn’t hear it. From where he was standing, there was just no conceivable way that his laughable childhood crush had any chance of being mutual. 
Jungkook didn’t know much about psychology, though, because, if he did, he might have faced those emotions head-first instead of avoiding them until they started presenting themselves in different, slightly destructive ways. When you repress something, it doesn’t really go away, it just settles somewhere else, like squeezing a handful of slime. No matter how much he tried to get a hold of it, it still slipped between his fingers — made him cancel dates last minute to spend the night with you, convinced him to do the dumbest things just to make you happy. 
And, now, in a weird projection of a personal fantasy, he was pretending to be your boyfriend. 
In his defense, it wasn’t a machiavellian plan he had meticulously constructed: it just kind of happened. Jungkook wasn’t exactly a poster child when it came to being teased — after all, he was used to be being the best at practically everything — and, when his teammates all ganged up on him during their break, claiming that he just couldn’t get a girlfriend even if he tried, both his annoyance and the practice-induced exhaustion made him say that he was already dating someone. 
“Yeah, right,” Hoseok had mocked, pressing a towel against his sweaty forehead. The changing room thankfully had a great ventilation system, combined with large windows, otherwise they would’ve died from the heat and the smell already. “Just say that you can’t take a joke and move on, Jeon. No need to lie about it.” 
Taehyung barged in before Jungkook could get a word out. “Besides, we know there’s only one person that can fit inside your heart,” he said, watching as Jungkook’s eye twitched. “How’s ___ doing, by the way?” 
“She’s fine,” he answered, monotone. 
“Yeah? Are you gonna ask her out or what?” Jimin teased, his voice coming from beyond a row of lockers. “Or are we free to do that?” 
In typical animal planet fashion, the locker room exploded in a roar of laughs and fragmented provocations, every guy trying to speak louder than the other. Jungkook felt himself shrink, his frown deepening as his heartbeat quickened. There was something burning at his insides, a mixture of shame and jealousy, and that was exactly what pushed those idiotic words out of his mouth. 
“Actually,” he started speaking when the thunderous laughter diminished, turning around to place his bag back in his locker. “I’m dating ___.” 
It was almost amazing how fast the room morphed into a crypt — the thick silence hitting Jungkook right in the face, weighing down and turning into guilt and worry inside his stomach. He was unable to look back and face his friends, instead pretending to be extremely interested in his bag’s zipper. 
Why did he always do that? Why couldn’t he tell the truth for once in his life? 
“That seems even harder to believe,” Taehyung was the first one to speak, the one brave soul that verbalized what they all were thinking. Simply as that, life returned to the locker room, and so did the sounds of his teammates laughing at him. “Just yesterday you were acting all nervous around her.” 
Jungkook slammed his locker door shut, turning around with a determined expression. “Well, yeah, because I was planning to ask her to be my girlfriend,” he had never constructed a lie so fast before, but, even then, Taehyung didn’t look like he was buying it. “I’m serious.” 
Which was probably the least trust-worthy thing he could say. 
“Prove it, then.” Hoseok smiled, crossing his arms. “Call her right now.”
“I’ll do you better,” Jungkook didn’t hesitate — a terrible sign, he realized one heartbeat too late; it was never good when his mouth decided to take the lead, allowing for the words to flow out of him before they could be filtered by his logical brain. But Jungkook was competitive, both in the field and in his personal life, and he couldn’t stand the humiliation that came from both losing an argument and being caught in a lie. As ironic as that was. “I’ll take her to Saturday’s party and you can all see it with your own eyes.” 
Jungkook was just buying himself some time, hoping that his charms would be enough to sweep you into his miraculous scheme before his teammates could realize something was off. Hoseok, of course, did not know that, but his expression showed that he wasn’t all too convinced either. “Sounds great,” he lowered his voice, looking at his friend up and down. “See you there, Jeon.” 
Jungkook left the locker room with a crown of victory hovering over his head and a bright, prideful smile — one which shrunk and shrunk as his day progressed and he realized that there was no way in hell that you’d accept to be swept into his personal melodrama. 
He had enough time between that conversation and the night at your place to go through all the stages of grief. In denial he found himself running from those cyclical thoughts, ignoring that it had happened in the first place — maybe it was all a big misunderstanding and his friends would let that situation go; maybe he didn’t have to sacrifice his friendship with you just to avoid being wrong about something. In anger, came anxiety, frustration at himself for being so dumb and impulsive, allowing for his ego to step in the way and shield him from reason. That one he suffocated with extra gym time and a consequential terrible cramp in his shoulder. 
Soon enough came bargain and Jungkook was thinking that, if he were to be very lucky, he could convince his friends that you happened to be way too sick to go to the party that night, and that, weirdly enough, you two broke up the very next day and you didn’t want to talk about it ever. Maybe he could go through all that in secret, use all his brain power to construct an elaborate, moviesque plan to get him out of the ditch he had dug himself and no one would ever know of his dirty lies. 
It was all for nothing, however — the depression stage materialized soon after, in the middle of his advanced calculus class, and Jungkook was practically imploding over the fact that he had managed to ruin everything between you two, and also between him and the rest of his team. That was it: not only would he lose his best friend (and perhaps the love of his life) but he would also lose trust and respect in the field. 
Acceptance only reached him when Jungkook was on his way to your place, and he came to terms with the idea that he was already in deep shit, so he should at least try and change that. He would ask you to pretend to be his girlfriend for a bit — even if he was positive you’d laugh until you were out of breath and never let him forget about it — under the possibility that perhaps, you’d say yes. 
Which, surprisingly, you did. 
Now, Jungkook wasn’t particularly emotional when it came to most things — even in the field, he managed to control that side of him well — but there was something intense bubbling up in his stomach as he made his way back to his dorm after the movie was over; a laugh that hung somewhere between maniacal and desperate that he couldn’t hold back. That could be bad, really bad. Especially considering that he didn’t have the slightest clue how he would hold himself back from just vomiting out a fervent love confession the second that you kissed him. 
Because that was supposed to happen, right? In a relationship, pretend one or not, people should kiss. He should act like your boyfriend, perhaps a fantasy that he had way too often, and still spare enough brain matter to remind himself that it was all fake. And that it was also all his fault. 
As established, Jungkook was the president of the company of putting himself in extremely uncomfortable situations. And, when the night of the party arrived, he decided to screw himself even further by lending you his team jacket. 
It was because it was cold, he tried to brainwash himself. It was because you were cold, because the night was cold, and not because he liked the view of you in it in the slightest. Or maybe because it was a bomb pumping his thorax full of pride and possessiveness; because it was making him believe, even for a second, that you two were part of a chimerical alternative universe in which you were together. Not at all. It was strictly business — the neighborly job of a worried best friend, at most. 
“Is this really necessary?” you spoke his doubts out loud, tugging at the sides of his large jacket. 
Jungkook managed to keep his cool, eyes darting around the peaceful streets. You two were close to the party, he could already listen to the repetitive beat echoing through the cool breeze, and every step he took amplified his anticipation by tenfold. “It speaks for itself,” he told you, his hand firm on your waist. You were wearing a sleeveless top and a skirt in the same color, and there was a stripe of exposed skin in between the two that Jungkook’s hand brushed against sometimes. He felt like he was a virgin again, hyper-aware of your body and completely unsure what to do with himself. “Besides, you look good wearing it.”
You rolled your eyes. “I look stupid.”
Jungkook glimpsed at you, a sleazy smile growing on his lips. “You look like my girlfriend.”
You snorted. “Oh, so I look super stupid,” you corrected, looking away. 
“Funny,” Jungkook answered, monotone. His smile melted away — there was no way in hell it was mutual, he thought, his friends were just fucking him over, trying to see him embarrass himself. “I hope you act better than you tell jokes.” 
“It’s probably as good as the effects in Birdemic,” you said. 
Jungkook shook his head — he had conflicting emotions when it came to that movie, considering that it was so awful that he laughed to the point of choking on his popcorn. You, being the empathic friend you were, brought up his near-death experience as often as you could. “At least that movie was funny, your poor acting will just be sad,” he threw back. 
“Thanks.” You giggled, making his heart leap inside his chest. Jungkook wanted to beat his head against the asphalt until that shy spirit of his middle school past left his body completely. “I’ll let you do the talking.” 
Jungkook nodded, allowing his gaze to navigate around the neighborhood — there were a handful of strangers in the streets with the two of you, but it was a shortcut to the frat house that not many people knew of. It brought along a peculiar sentiment of intimacy; the way your features were covered by the pale yellow of the light poles making him want to dive in and kiss you until he couldn’t even breathe. The realization that he could actually do that, under the excuse of a fake relationship, was one that almost knocked him out. 
“Just to be sure, by the way,” Jungkook started. “You’re okay with me, like, touching you like you were my girlfriend, right?”
You looked at him for a moment, measuring his expression. “Yeah, that’s part of it,” you told him. “I’m guessing you are okay with it as well?” 
“Fine by me.” Jungkook cleared his throat. The frat was literally just around the corner, buzzing into the night with a generic beat and the joyful yelps of hundreds of strangers. He usually enjoyed that cacophony of sounds, but, that time, it was like the screams from hell. “Just a couple hours, okay? Then you’re free.” 
“It’s fine,” you told him. “How bad can it be?” 
Short answer: bad. Long answer: bad, but with a twist. 
Jungkook looked around the party like he was a kid lost in the supermarket, his eyebrows furrowed as he searched for his teammates (which that whole spectacle was supposed to be for). You felt like a piece of a puzzle thrown in the wrong box, leaning against his toned body as he tried to think of what to do. 
“So…” You cleared your throat, trying to make yourself heard through the loud beating of the song. Jungkook followed your voice, leaning in closer. Maybe your heart skipped at that, but no one had to know. “What’s the plan, captain?”
Jungkook clicked his tongue. You two were leaning against one of the walls of the large living room, in a somewhat calm corner of the party. “I don’t know, I’m not feeling like being interrogated right now,” he said. “I think it’s better if we wait for the guys to get a bit more drunk so they don't think too much about it.” He sighed, looking around for a bit longer. “We could stay here for a while, just sit down and talk. What do you think?”
“Sounds good.” You breathed out. “I’m taking any chance to rest my feet at this point.” 
The ancient gods of the frat parties seemed to be on your side, because it didn’t take much longer than a couple minutes to find a sofa that 1) was unoccupied and 2) didn’t look like it had any suspicious fluids on it. You settled by Jungkook’s side, a breath of relief escaping your chest as you felt the pressure on your calves subside considerably — all you wanted was to go back in time and kill whoever thought high heels were a good idea. 
However, you relaxed way too early. 
You had to hold back a surprised gasp when Jungkook abruptly tugged your legs onto his lap, one hand finding the curvature of your waist instantly. 
“This feels... intimate,” your voice sounded stiff when you spoke up, pushing your skirt down. 
“Yeah, that’s the point.” His eyes roamed around the room for exactly two seconds before they widened just slightly, then snapped back at you. “Okay, two things.” Jungkook placed one arm on the couch behind you, murmuring as he leaned in. He had that scheming expression on his face that had been plaguing you ever since middle school, when he first discovered pranks, and you didn’t think that was a good sign. “First: Yoongi, Jin and Namjoon are here, and they’re looking— shh, don’t look! Dumbass.” 
“Sorry. You’re the dumbass,” you said. It was hard not to look when you felt as if you were under a microscope, watched closely by his meat-headed friends. Still, you tried to keep your composure. “And the second?” 
He exhaled, the hand that was on your waist traveling to touch your cheek. You wondered if he could feel how hot your skin had become. “It’s kind of the time that you have to commit to being my fake girlfriend,” Jungkook warned, stare oscillating towards your mouth. “I’m gonna kiss you now, okay?” 
Suddenly, you felt like you were right back in high school, about to have your first kiss and not having a single clue about how to do it. “O-Okay,” you whispered. 
Jungkook didn’t waste any time. Before you could think about something to try and break the ice, his mouth was on yours, silencing you and turning your thoughts into white noise. He kissed you softly, much slower than you had expected, giving you time to adapt to the tender movement of his lips caressing yours. 
You sighed, gradually remembering how to move your limbs. Your hands rested on his broad shoulders as he leaned his head to the side, opening his mouth just slightly and deepening the kiss. No matter how many times you had fantasized about that moment, it could never compare to the way his tongue slipped inside your mouth, nor the small grunt he let out against your lips. Kissing Jungkook felt like heaven and you had completely forgotten about your fake dating situation until he decided to pull back just a bit. 
“Fuck, you’re a good kisser,” he mumbled, nose bumping against yours. 
You let out a breathy laugh. “Why do you sound so surprised?”
“I’m not surprised.” His hand slithered down to your hips, his warm palm sending shockwaves through your body. You felt like you were in danger from the way he was speaking, his body moving closer to yours. “I knew you would be.” 
Jungkook didn’t even give you time to process his words before he was kissing you again — sloppier, hungrier this time. Again and again, he chose to throw gasoline into the flame of your desire, and what could you do but to melt under his touches, to kiss him just as eagerly. 
Faithlessly, you were trying to convince yourself that it was all an act, that he was just playing it up because he knew his friends were watching. But his hand just felt so firm on your hips, pulling you closer as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, fingers digging into the soft sea of his hair. It seemed so real when he moaned softly against your mouth, biting on your lower lip before tracing kisses down your jaw, towards your neck. 
Or maybe you were just so deep inside your own illusions that you didn’t want to believe that it was all for show. 
Your eyes parted just slightly, trying to find his friends amongst the crowd of strangers. It was extremely hard to think when Jungkook was sucking and licking his way down your neck, his hand squeezing your thighs. Apparently they were nowhere in sight, though, for those obviously bright orange jackets had left your field of vision. 
“Jungkook,” you called, surprised at how firm your voice came out. The boy only hummed against your flesh, not paying much attention to what you were saying. “I think they already left.” 
Still, it didn’t seem like he was willing to stop. Jungkook mumbled against your neck, his voice so low that you almost didn’t catch his words past the loud music. “Yeah, but someone else can be watching.” 
You didn’t know who, though, and you didn’t really care. You were more worried about the small bites he was placing on your skin, the soft sucking of his mouth that left you pressing your legs together, begging for relief. “Um, okay, but there’s a minor emergency,” you told him. 
That managed to get his attention, for the boy pulled back so he could look at you. “What is it?” He asked, worried. 
You shifted around on the couch, your legs still thrown over his lap. You noticed something hard poking against your skin, which gave you enough momentum to admit out loud that, “I’m, like, soaking wet right now,” you said. “My neck is super sensitive and I’m really trying to hold back here.” 
Jungkook froze, blinking a few times and your words settled in his mind. He would never understand how you could be so shy in one second, and then just throw that bomb on his lap like it wouldn’t make his dick rock hard in record time. “Fuck, how can you just say that so naturally?” He cursed. 
“Sorry.” You bit your lip. Jungkook had to fight the urge to kiss you again. “I’m just being honest.” 
How ironic was it that, while Jungkook lied his way through life, you had no problem throwing those random truths right at his face? The opposites do attract, after all. 
He cleared his throat, unsure if he should pull away or not. “Want me to stop?” 
“I don’t know,” you admitted, “I think this is getting weird.” 
Maybe it would be the perfect time for the world to just open up and eat him whole, considering that Jungkook had never felt so embarrassed in his life. “Weird how?” He asked. 
“Weird like… weird.” Self-expression under moments of extreme sexual pressure really wasn’t your forte. You broke eye contact, flustered, instead choosing to look at the cluttered coffee table by your side. Jungkook’s hand was still on your body and you liked his touch far too much for your own well-being. “Maybe it would be better if we just went home.” 
“Right now?” Jungkook whined. Sometimes he still acted like the kid you knew, all puffy cheeks and demands for attention; for things to happen the way he wanted. You, being the simp that you were, were his number one enabler. “One more hour, please? We’ve been here for so little time, I just wanna cover all my bases.” 
His pouty lips and needy voice was a Molotov cocktail thrown directly in your heart. “Fine.” You puffed out. 
“Thank you!” Jungkook beamed, leaning in to place a kiss on your lips. The action was so automatic, so unthought, that neither of you reacted to it for a second. “Um… why do you say we try the backyard? Jimin said he’d try some new barbecue technique or whatever, so maybe they’re outside.” 
“And after that we leave?” You asked. He nodded. “And you do the talking?” 
“I’ll try my best,” Jungkook agreed.
You sighed. “Okay. I need some fresh air anyways.” 
Back in middle school, you had a very eccentric world history teacher. You clearly remember one afternoon that she simply walked in and asked the class what was the worst type of torturing they could ever imagine a human could endure — which ended up being a great opening line to a very interesting class about the medieval times and the ways of the inquisition, but also something that plagued you for a long time. That night, when you returned home, you dove into the rabbit hole about the topic and (much to the horror of your parents) discovered a thing or two about torture methods. 
The key point, it seemed, wasn’t even about the actual physical act, but about the horrendous expectation that came from it. Psychological torture could break a person apart before someone even laid a finger on them. You knew that already, but you had never truly witnessed it until that night. 
“Well, guess I have to take back what I said,” Hoseok started, his speech slightly slurred by the alcohol. Jungkook was right, they were a lot less intense after a few drinks, and apparently weren’t questioning a lot either. “I didn’t think you two would ever end up together after so many years of bullshit, but here we are.”
“Cheers to that, brother,” Jimin barged in, raising his cup. 
Jungkook chuckled behind you. “You guys have no fucking faith in me.” 
As a typical former theater kid, you were naturally dramatic. But you weren’t kidding when you said that pretending to be Jungkook’s girlfriend might be a newfound method of psychological torture — especially when he made you sit on his lap, his head resting on your shoulder and strong arms wrapped tightly around you. It was because there were no more chairs left in the backyard, and he wanted to play the gentleman/possessive boyfriend and didn’t allow you to stand up. But justificatives were fruitless when you could feel him getting harder by the minute. 
“It’s not about faith, you just fucked me up,” Taehyung said. He was the least inebriated one out of the group, but that didn’t mean much. “I owe Yoongi like fifty bucks now, thanks, man.” 
Jungkook was probably going to say something equally ludicrous in return, but your  curiosity made you act quicker. “Why?” You asked. 
Taehyung clicked his tongue, leaning back against his chair — it was the type that folded in half, and you were thinking he would flip over any second now if he continued with those harsh movements. “Ah. No biggie. He was one of the few people who believed your boyfriend here when he said you two were together.” 
You giggled, trying to keep yourself composed. Unlike Jungkook, you were not very skilled when it came to making up lies at the spot, so you ended up deflecting a little. “Yeah, it was a bit… sudden. So I understand the surprise.” 
Hoseok yawned, throwing his head back. “Nah, not really a surprise.”
You blinked. “What do you mean?”
Jungkook narrowed his eyes, shifting a little behind you. You felt him tense up, which probably wasn’t a good sign. “Yeah, what do you mean?” He echoed. 
“I mean… that it wasn’t a surprise,” Hoseok repeated, raising his eyebrows in a quiet mockery, as if you had just questioned the color of the sky. “Yoongi was sure Jungkook had finally gotten the balls to confess to you. I, myself, didn’t think it was that likely.” 
Wait, what? Suddenly you felt like you were the one being lied to, and all of them were in it together, building this huge prank around that story just to humiliate you. There was no way Hoseok was serious about that, not when the booze was probably melting his brain. 
Before you could continue to think about that, however, Jungkook spoke up. “Man, you guys suck.” He laughed. “I told you I’d do it someday and you never believed it.” 
Ah. That was it. Jungkook had lied about it just like he had done countless times in the past. 
You deflated a little, a sting of pain inside your chest as the conversation continued to unravel around you. Right then and there, you felt like the stupidest person alive, with no right to complain about the consequences you knew would come from that idea. Even if you had almost convinced yourself otherwise, what probably happened was that Jungkook got cornered some time in the past about some other girl, and ended up telling his friends that he liked you instead, just to get out of that situation. Like some of his lies, it snowballed, and it took you to where you two were now. 
It was hard not to feel hurt, even if you still believed you were a bit at fault for agreeing to his moronic plan. You knew you’d end up like this, suffering over someone who didn’t see you the same way, and you still fell headfirst into that trap. Maybe you were the bad guy in that situation, maybe you were the creepy one for taking advantage of his situation just to feel his body against yours, just to kiss him and pretend that it was all true. Maybe you had no room to judge. 
If you concentrated really hard, you could probably pinpoint the exact moment in which you realized that you were head over heels for your best friend. It wasn’t as glamorous as you’d like, just a dirty thought catalyzed by your teen hormones that unleashed an avalanche — it had happened back in the dark, desolate lands of high school, when you were cheering for Jungkook during one of his games. It was an important one, from what you could remember, his brain buzzing with the tension of his senior year and the promise of a fantastic victory. As always, you were there for him: front row, face painted with the colors of your high school, and cheering him on. 
He smiled at you, like he always did, but there was something odd about it. Like a lightning crossing the sky, one simple (yet fatal) intrusive thought popped up inside your head: he’s hot. 
It was all downhill from there. As much as you tried to wave those ideas away, they kept growing and multiplying, finding new ways to justify themselves — not only was Jungkook hot, suddenly, but you also realized that he would be an amazing boyfriend. He was sweet, kind, funny, determined, a bit ditzy sometimes but nothing you couldn’t deal with. He heard you complain about your problems when needed, but also felt comfortable enough to be vulnerable with you. There were so many shared interests between you two that you were positive that you could talk forever and never run out of topics to discuss. Jungkook was a walking minefield and you just stepped right on it. 
And there you were, stumbling your way down into hell as your lives progressed, and Jungkook got into the same college as you. As predicted, he quickly grew to be the campus’ new star player: a great attacking midfielder, with the number 10 plastered on his shirt and a heart-stopping smile on his face. How on earth could you fight that temptation? It was like a re-enactment of Eve and the snake in the garden of eden. Only the snake had amazing thunder thighs that looked even better with his team’s shorts. 
You always asked yourself if Jungkook knew what he was doing when he used his shirt to dry the sweat on his forehead, leaving his glistening abs in full display; or maybe when he hugged and swirled you around after they won a game. Part of you wanted to believe that he liked you back, even if you couldn’t really see it. Most of you believed that he was just his personality and nothing else. 
“Hey,” he breathed out, voice husky against your ear. You thanked his oversized jacket for concealing the goosebumps on your arms. “You good?” 
Just on the brink of a meltdown, no biggie. “Yeah, I’m okay.” 
He hummed, nuzzling his face against your neck. “Just a little bit longer, alright?” He placed a tiny kiss there, but it was powerful enough to make you whimper quietly. No one seemed to notice, but you didn’t know why Jungkook did that when you had just told him that your neck was sensitive. “They seem convinced.” 
Maybe “they” should have you included as well, because you had to actively remind yourself that you two were just acting, that he didn’t see you that way. Nevermind the pool of wetness between your legs, nevermind the way your body was on edge with his strong arms pulling you closer; his chiseled abs pressed tightly against your back. Nevermind Jungkook’s sweet smell or the gentle touches of his lips against your skin. It was all fake, dollar store material. It was just a matter of time before your ride became a pumpkin and the dream was over. 
At the same time, you could tell that Jungkook was being affected as well — you could feel the outline of his hard cock poking against your ass when you pressed down on his lap; noticed the tense movements of his arms as they held onto your body. And when Jungkook spoke, with his head placed on your shoulder and a solemn expression on his face, you could tell that he got just a bit choked up every time you shifted around, brushing your ass against his erection. 
The human brain is amazing when it comes to searching for any reason to prove our own theories, however, and that was why you weren’t taking any of those signs seriously — cognitive bias was a thing, and you weren’t falling for its tricks. If there are people out there that believe that the earth is flat, even with a ridiculous amount of evidence against it, you couldn’t trust yourself in believing that you had enough proof to think that Jungkook was interested in you. Maybe your argument was equivalent to “well, I can’t see gravity so it doesn’t exist”, and you didn’t even know it.
So you decided to take it easy, to aim towards the side of caution, as the night progressed into the deeper levels of Dante’s Inferno. By the time that Jungkook decided that you two had accomplished your goal and it was time to get you home, you almost cried in relief. 
You two drove in almost complete silence, only sparsely commenting on a few occurrences of the night. There was a thick blanket of tension hanging between the two of you, a bitter taste in the back of your throat that you couldn’t ignore. It had been a fun night, yeah, but it was done with. Time to burst that bubble and crash back into reality. 
Thankfully or not, depending where you stood, Jungkook didn’t seem to be as worried about those details. He was ridiculously cheerful, beyond proud of his skills, and a little over the moon about the fact that he had been with you the entire night, acting out things he never thought would come true.
“There you go, all done,“ he exclaimed, victorious, the second you two walked into your apartment. “It wasn’t that bad, was it?” 
You scoffed, leaning against the wall so you could remove your shoes. “It wasn’t good either,” you said, monotone. You were physically, emotionally and psychologically exhausted, and you seriously didn’t want to look at his annoyingly pretty face for another second. “Have fun telling them about our instantaneous breakup.” 
At that, Jungkook visibly tensed up. “Ha. Yeah…”
You sighed, beyond pissed off (and heartbroken) at that point. You weren’t Jungkook, weren’t built to lie your way through life, to pretend as if the feelings inside your chest were not your own. “By the way — fuck, I hate high heels,” you complained, throwing your shoes on the floor with a bit more force than necessary. Jungkook flinched a little, distracted. “By the way, what did Hoseok mean by that?”
He blinked, swallowing dry. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck — think of something. “By what?”
You raised one eyebrow. “Saying that you’d never have the guts to confess or whatever.” 
The worst part was that Jungkook could see in your downcast eyes that you had no idea what you were asking him. You seriously couldn’t tell that he had feelings for you — or, if you did, you simply couldn’t believe it. Or maybe you just despised him on a level in which a crush would be preposterous to even consider. “Ah.” He clicked his tongue. Think, you dumbass! Come up with something! “That.” 
You were getting a little choked up now. There was no way you couldn’t notice the trademarked signals of Jungkook buying himself some time, trying to come up with something inside that evil head of his. Maybe you had been right thinking that he had mentioned your name randomly one day, just to save his ass, and now he was dealing with the backlash of his actions. “Yeah, what was it about?” You pressed on. 
Jungkook chuckled, nervous. “Man… I was really hoping you’d forget that.” 
You took a step closer to him, anticipating what was to come. If he was going to hurt you, you wished he would just do it quickly, without dragging it out so much. “Just tell me, Jungkook.” 
And he was trying. Kind of. Jungkook was looking at you like his brain was frying, the Widow’s blue screen reflecting off his widened eyes. “Fuck,” he cursed under his breath, stare falling to the floor. “I can’t lie to you about that.”
You scoffed, venom running up your throat. That was priceless. “You tell white lies almost every day, why is this so different?” 
“Because it’s not a white lie.” 
You furrowed your eyebrows and narrowed your eyes, taking another step towards him. “Why are you thinking about lying to me, in the first place?” You asked. “Even if… even if it will hurt me. I deserve to know.” 
“Uhh…” he hesitated, rubbing the back of his head. “Because the truth kind of sucks and it can fuck everything up. And I don’t wanna do that.” 
Apparently you were right about your previous theory, then. Jungkook didn’t see you the same way, after all. And that was fine (it wasn’t), but he couldn’t even grow a pair and tell you straight on. “So you would rather avoid it?” You didn’t relent, motivated by your frustration, your hurt, that sickly feeling of betrayal — everything at once. “That has been kind of a running theme with you, hasn’t it?” You stared at him, but Jungkook could only avert his eyes from your burning gaze, instead looking at his feet. “Fine. Don’t tell me if you don’t want to, but quit dragging me into these bullshit lies of yours. I’m tired.”
“No one has ever cancelled a date with me,” he blurted out.
You hesitated, blinking a few times as you digested his words. “What?”
He breathed out. “No one has ever cancelled a date with me. It was all me,” Jungkook confessed. “I lied to you about that because I wanted to spend more time with you. And I didn’t care about anyone else.”
“Wh—“
Overwhelmed by a random wave of courage, his gaze snapped up at you. “I like when you watch my practice and bring me stuff, and I like when you invite me to those dumb movie marathons and make me watch the most disgusting shit,” Jungkook continued, his words falling incoherently from his mouth. You could only stare, flabbergasted, as he spilled months — years — of secrets all at once. “And I like watching you study, and I love seeing you laugh, I love spending time with you, and Hoseok is fucking tired of hearing me talk about it and do nothing.”
“I... don’t understand what you’re saying,” you told him. 
“I told the guys that we were dating because you were literally the only person that popped in my mind, and the only person I actually wanted to be with,” he just went on, not paying attention to your previous comment. Jungkook was a little on edge now, a bit breathless and wide-eyed. He’s nervous, you realized. It had been a long time since you saw him like that. “And this was the best night I’ve had in a while, just because you were there and I— I’m fucking everything up, I told you I would.”
“Jungkook,” you called softly, feeling as if every inhale was an olympic sport. Your heart was beating so fast inside your chest that you were afraid of having a syncope before you could hear the words you needed so badly. “Just tell me what you want to say.” 
He cleared his throat, shifting the weight from one leg to the other. “I’m like… how do I put this…?” Jungkook paused, took a deep breath, and dropped the bomb. “I’ve been kind of in love with you ever since we were like eight, yeah.” 
Record scratch. Freeze frame. “You what?” 
Jungkook chuckled. “Yep… awkward,” he said. “Sorry.” 
It hasn’t settled in just yet, which explained why you didn’t start screaming at him. “And you have the guts to tell me that I drop things naturally?” You asked. “Are you serious? You better not be fucking with me right now.”
He raised one hand and placed it on his chest. “I’m not, promise.” 
And then it hit you like a ton of bricks. “Jeon Jungkook!” You screeched, both hands flying to hold onto his shirt, rocking him back and forth with the strength of a thousand men. “I’m gonna make you swallow my fist!”
Jungkook was dumbfounded, ten times more confused than when you tried to explain to him the plot of the Velocipastor — which really wasn’t that hard, it was just a pastor who was also a dinosaur shifter. But his brain wasn’t good at following those types of unpredictable plots, and that counted your burst of anger. “That wasn’t the reaction I was expecting at all,” he murmured, voice flat with disbelief. 
But it was your turn to ramble incoherently. “You’re an idiot! You’re even worse than I thought!” You were still speaking loudly, letting all that frustration wash out of you, giving place to relief. “You made me go through all this fucking night, kissing you and pretending to be your girlfriend, while you actually like me? You prick!” 
You punched his chest — his stupid, muscular, rock-hard chest. “Ouch!” He whined, but you doubted it actually hurt. 
“I was almost crying because of how hard it was to suppress my own feelings for you,” you told him, pulling on his shirt once again. You wanted to take it off, wanted to kiss him until he was all that you could think about. But you also wanted to dropkick him straight to the deepest circle of hell. “And you like me back? Idiot!” 
“Wait, wait, what?” Jungkook’s eyebrows shot up, a perfect picture of his surprise. “For real?”
“For real.” Your shoulders slumped, the anger that possessed your body left you as quickly as it had arrived. “I’m in love with you too, you smooth-brained asshole. Ever since high school.” 
He blinked, dumbfounded. “I had no idea.” 
“Didn’t I tell you that speaking the truth is always the better option? You never listen.” You tugged on his shirt one more time, for dramatic effect. “Dumbass.” 
“You’re the dumbass. And no, I don’t think I do,” his voice was flat, mind navigating miles away from your place. “___?”
“What?” You barked. 
“How mad are you?” 
You groaned. “Pretty mad, why?”
It was his turn to take a step towards you, the heat that emanated off his body now surrounding you. “Because I’m gonna kiss you right now and I’d greatly appreciate it if you didn’t bite my face off.”
You sighed, relaxing against his torso. Jungkook’s hands came up to rest on your waist, guiding you closer to him. “I’ll try my best,” you told him, “go ahead.” 
Maybe all those foolish love songs and melodramatic romantic poets were onto something, because you swore you saw fireworks when Jungkook finally moved in, crashing his lips on yours. Yes, you had kissed him already that night, but there was no way those two situations could be comparable, not when you felt much lighter now that the secret was out, and that you knew what he felt when he pulled you closer, when he sighed against your mouth and caressed your lower back. 
Long years of friendship granted you the knowledge that Jungkook was tender with some things, rough with others — he was gentle with kids, with his other friends, with you; he was hard around the edges when it came to his matches (being especially fiery around championships), people he didn’t like, and goals he wanted to reach. As he kissed you, you could notice him trying to figure out which approach to take with you: his lips were soft on yours, tongue slowly exploring your mouth, but his hands were harsh, groping your ass as he pushed you up against the nearest wall, a growl vibrating inside his chest. 
Maybe it was a bit evil to push his buttons when you knew he was so dangerously close to snapping, but you weren’t in the right frame of mind — or, rather, you weren’t in any frame of mind at all. So, knowing very well that Jungkook was the most competitive person you knew, you pulled away from the kiss to say, “Come on, why don’t you kiss me like you mean it?” 
Which might have been the dumbest final words you could’ve uttered. 
You were graced with just a couple seconds of hesitation from his part — frustration and desire flashing inside his hooded eyes — before he was crashing his mouth onto yours once again. Jungkook didn’t say anything, because he didn’t need to: the messy, sensual kiss he gave you was more than enough to make you shut up. Just according to the keikaku, of course. 
His hands were in the back of your tights before you could think, pulling you up and pinning you against the wall. You moaned against his lips, a shaky exhale leaving your mouth when he rolled his center against yours — cock hard and heavy inside his pants, brushing against your covered heat. Jungkook did it two, three, four times, slowly grinding against you like he couldn’t hold himself back any further, groaning at the feeling. 
When he pulled away, you were almost seeing entire constellations forming in your vision, your breath labored and mind dizzy with desire. “Fuck,” he cursed, resting his forehead on yours. “Want you so fucking bad.” 
“Want you too,” you told him. “Bedroom?” 
He pulled back so he could look at you better. “Sure?” 
You nodded. “Sure.” Leaning in, you placed a timid kiss on his lips. “Want you to fuck me, Jungkook.” 
After all those years, that was all that he needed to hear. He was quick to pull you away from the wall, hands holding your body up and your legs wrapped around his waist. Jungkook knew your apartment like the back of his hand, but he still kept his eyes open as he walked towards your bedroom, your lips mindlessly attacking his thick neck. You had dreamed about doing that so many times and you could say with confidence that you weren’t disappointed by the shuddering breaths he let out, or the small grunts he gifted you every time you sucked his skin just right. By the time that Jungkook placed you on your bed, crawling over you, you were so wet that it was almost embarrassing. 
He looked at you like he was hypnotized, his hands roaming up your legs, slowly spreading them so he could place himself in between. With the action, your skirt rolled up, exposing your underwear. “Shit, I thought about doing this so many times,” Jungkook murmured, almost as if he was talking to himself. “I can’t believe it’s real.” 
“You’re so sappy.” You giggled, but you couldn’t deny that his low voice was getting to you. You shivered when his palms met the exposed skin of your waist, pausing in the space between your skirt and your sleeveless top. Jungkook was deep in thought, his gaze flickering all over your body. “What is it?” You asked. 
“You look so fucking hot in this.” He pulled on the large piece of clothing, his tongue coming out to lick his lips. “Wanna fuck you with the jacket on. Just the jacket.” 
You almost choked on your saliva — well that was something you weren’t expecting at all. “Seriously?” You raised one eyebrow, teasing him. “You have that much of a hard-on for sports?” 
Jungkook didn’t seem to be in the mood for jokes, though, because he gave you a serious answer. “No, I have that much of a hard-on for you.” He dipped in so he could nestle his face on the curve of your neck, humming as he inhaled your scent. Once again, you were faced with the contrast of his soft lips against your skin, but the rough tug of his hands on your skirt. “Wanna fuck my girl with only my jacket on, what’s so wrong about that?” 
You whimpered when he licked on your sensitive spot, trying to push your legs together, but being stopped by his presence between them. Jungkook successfully pulled your skirt out of you, throwing it somewhere on the floor. “Since when are you this possessive?” You asked. 
He moved back, hands progressing to your tube top and sliding it down. It seemed as if the world had conspired in his favor, because it was just so easy to leave you only with his team clothes on, the elastic material leaving your body quick enough. “I’m not possessive,” he responded, only half there. His brain was trying to understand the vision of you before his eyes, only with your panties and his jacket. Jungkook could feel his cock throbbing inside his pants, begging for relief, and he just knew that sight would plague him forever. “Wanna make sure that you know you’re mine, though. I’ve thought about this for too long.” 
As you fumbled for something to say, he dove back in, his mouth attacking your breasts with no time. Your back arched, fingers tangling in his messy hair as he sucked and licked your nipples, his strong hands squeezing your tits every time you moaned out. It was almost humiliating how reactive you were, with your shallow breaths and broken calls of his name, but Jungkook was fucking loving it, and he just wanted more of it. 
You melted under his touches as he pulled himself closer to you, his mouth tracing its way back to your clavicles, then your neck. Much to your dismay, his hands were still on your breasts, playing with your erect nipples as he finally found that one spot that made you yelp. 
“W-Wait,” you stammered, “my neck is sensitive.”
Jungkook knew that already. In fact, he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it ever since you mentioned it back at the party; his cock stiff inside his pants at the memory alone. “I noticed,” he groaned, the vibrations of his voice spreading throughout your skin. One of his hands slithered between your bodies, hastily pulling your underwear to the side so his fingers could plunge between your folds. At the sensation of your arousal, Jungkook growled, pressing his erection against your thigh. “Holy fuck. You’re soaked.”
“I told you,” you said, feeling like your brain was about to melt and drip out of your ears. It was hard to concentrate when he was making out with your neck like that, sucking and biting the skin before liking the same spot he had just attacked. Still, the sudden plunging of his finger inside your pussy caught your attention in an instant. “J-Jungkook, I’m—” 
How shameful was it that you couldn’t even finish a damn sentence? Lust was getting the best of you, pushing your rationalizations aside and filling your lungs with desire. Jungkook soon added a second finger inside you, stretching you wide as he continued to fuck you. It was a fantastic sensation — his hand was much larger than yours, and you were sure you’d be able to cum like that if it kept it up for long enough. 
Jungkook moaned against your neck, pulling his head back so he could take a look at you. His cock throbbed at the sight of your dazed-out face, your parted lips looking so dangerously inviting to him, “Tell me what you want,” he asked, diving in to kiss you. He sucked on your tongue, making you whine as he pulled back. “I’ll give you whatever you want.” 
“Want you,” you said, nails digging into his shoulder blades. 
Jungkook liked the sharp pain that came from it, raising the speed of his fingers just a bit. “I’m right here.”
“No,” you whimpered, blinking back the tears of frustration that covered your irises. God, Jungkook couldn’t even believe you were all his. “Want your cock inside me, please.” 
Listening to you saying that was like experiencing a choir of angels singing directly to him. Jungkook had waited far too long to get you alone like that, so beautiful and pliant beneath him, and there was no way in hell he would deny you your request. 
So he got moving, his hand flying to the back of his shirt, which he tugged off with one swift motion. Your eyes fell to his toned chest, roaming his sweaty skin as he moved onto his belt. “Take those off.” He signaled with his head towards your panties. 
You nodded, sliding your underwear down and throwing it to the side. Even with his jacket still on — which, you admitted, it was both objectively and subjectively hot — you felt extremely exposed, thighs closing just slightly when Jungkook took his pants and boxers off. 
“Keep them open,” he warned, his stare stuck to your glistening folds, and you did. His face was one of sheer lust, tongue coming out to wet his lips as he placed himself back in place. “Wanna see you cum on my fingers,” he breathed, “but I’m too hard. Need to be inside you right now.” 
Your attention flickered downwards, pulled by the small collision of his cock against your clit. You winced at the feeling, but one of his large hands kept you in place as he moved closer to your heat. The constant drumming of your pulse was all that you could hear for a second, heart skipping a beat when you fully noticed his size. 
Would it be weird to say that Jungkook had a pretty dick? Because he did. And a big one too, which made you second guess your own limits for a moment. 
As if he was reading your mind, his cockhead pressed against your pussy, so warm and wet that Jungkook swore he was about to lose his mind — or what was left of it. There was nothing more that he wanted then to nestle himself in your heat, bury himself deep inside you until you were the only thing he could think about. “Shit, look at you,” he murmured, brushing his tip against your entrance. Your figure twitched under him, a soft gasp leaving your mouth at the feeling. “Bet I could slide right in.” 
He was hypnotized by the squelching sounds of your pussy, the way your opening fluttered around his crown as he slowly started to press himself into you. He wanted to do it slowly so he could pay attention to every detail of you, every small exclamation of pleasure that dripped like honey from your lips. 
The world around you two was getting smaller and hotter by the minute, suffocating you and pulling the air out of your lungs. Your eyelashes fluttered as Jungkook’s cock slid inside you, just the tip at first, your back arching as your walls clenched around him, almost as if your body was rejecting his size. “You’re so big,” you whined, burry eyes fighting to focus on his face. 
Jungkook, however, wasn’t looking at you, but at the way his member sank between your folds, diving into your wet heat. “Yeah?” He breathed out, jaw clenching. It was taking everything inside him not to start pounding into you. “I’m sure you can take it, don’t you think?” 
You nodded, and it took a moment for your words to catch up to you. “Y-Yes,” you said. 
Jungkook was more than halfway inside you now, and his mind was more than halfway gone, thrown out of the window and into the gelid nocturnal winds. The way you were wrapping around him should be illegal; you were so perfect that jungkook was sure he could never find a drug that would get him so high. “That’s it, be greedy for me,” he groaned, “take everything.” 
He went as deep as he could, his cock almost brushing against your cervix and your cunt throbbing against him. Maybe he had died and was in paradise, because there was no way he could be feeling so good. 
“Move, please,” you asked meekly. 
Lucky you, he was more than happy to comply. 
Jungkook tilted his hips back, until just his tip was still inside you, only to bottom out again, feeling as your cunt throbbed around him. He did this with unbearable patience at first, allowing your body to get accustomed to his cock splitting you open before he started to pick up the pace. Most of his self control had already burned out, though, at it wasn’t long before he was fucking you fast, rough; groaning at the way your tits jumped every time he shived his length back inside you. 
Once again, he felt like a virgin — you were too much, it seemed. Everything about you got him searching for the stars, wishing for more and moaning out every time your cunt squeezed around him. You were so fucking wet, he thought, so tight and warm, that he wasn’t even thinking about cumming, just about how wished to keep fucking you forever. At the same time, Jungkook was sure that he wouldn’t last long, not when you were looking at him like that, calling his name again and again until it silenced all his thoughts. 
Your breath hitched when his cock brushed against your sensitive spot. “Right there, right there,” you sobbed, nails scratching the skin of his arms. Jungkook caught onto your request straight away, keeping the same angle until you were a babbling mess under him. “Oh m-my god, yeah,” you cried out. “S-So good.”
“Fuck, that’s tight,” Jungkook cursed, his hands digging into your thighs, shoving them up for him so he could reach deeper, fuck you harder. He couldn’t stop moaning, gasping, producing the most beautiful sounds for you. “S-Shit, you’re just pulling my cock in. Your pussy feels amazing.” If given enough time, he could go crazy staring at the way in which his cock disappeared between your folds, only to come back dripping with your arousal, and then slamming back in. “You’re just so fucking hot,” he couldn’t help but say it out loud. “Play with your tits for me.” 
You didn’t have the guts to deny him, your hands palming your tits, squeezing the soft flesh. You whimpered at the feeling, eyes closing in bliss as he continued to fuck you. 
“That’s it, so good for me,” Jungkook praised, hips losing their rhythm for a second. His cock was already throbbing, orgasm threatening to hit him any time now. He needed you to cum first, though. “Your pussy too. Come on.” 
That time, you hesitated a little, a broken sob falling from your lips as you found his gaze. However, you couldn’t deny it — you wanted to be good for him, to get his praises again and again until that was all that you could hear. So you followed his command, two fingers, sinking into your wetness before trailing back to your clit. 
A rush of pleasure ran through your veins, pussy clenching around his cock as your moments grew desperate, needy for more. You were bordering on delirious by that point, your mind unable to focus on one thing, instead jumping between all the stimulation you were getting — your hand squeezing your breast; your fingers rubbing your clit; Jungkook’s cock drilling inside you. “T-Too much,” you cried. 
God, but that’s exactly what he wanted. Jungkook wanted to see that pretty, overwhelmed face of yours, wanted to show you that every minute of waiting had been worth it. “Yeah? But you can take it for me, can’t you?” He moaned under his breath, starting to get lost in his own pleasure. You were getting tighter by the second, which was a dangerous thing. “You can cream my cock if I ask you to, right?”
“Y-yeah,” you stammered. “I’ll do anything f-for you.” 
Jungkook sighed at your words, cock throbbing inside you. “Good girl, just like that,” he husked. “Such a good girl.” 
Tears started to prickle your eyes, and you didn’t know if it was because of how overwhelmed you were, or because your emotions were just now starting to tip over. “J-Jungkook,” you called his name, for a moment not knowing if you would follow it up with something else. His eyes found your own, dazed ones, and his heart skipped a beat at how beautiful and his you looked at that moment. “Love y-you.” 
Years of fantasizing about that confession could’ve never prepared the two of you for such an honest, unexpected moment. Jungkook felt his soul reach levels of happiness which he had never experienced before, mouth only able to say one thing in return. “Love you too.” He pressed his forehead against yours, movements becoming more sloppy, desperate. The new angle was an amazing discovery, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you, which tore a loud cry from you. “Holy shit,” he moaned. “You’re getting so fucking t-tight around my cock.” 
“Close,” you breathed out, letting go of his previous requests and just taking your hands to his face instead. Jungkook stared at you like he could see the entire universe in your eyes, his hot breaths hitting your face in gentle waves. “K-Kiss me, please.” 
There was no need to repeat yourself. Jungkook crashed his mouth against yours, trapping you in a kiss that felt both like too much and too little at the same. You barely had any time to dive into the caress of his lips on yours before your high washed over you — walls spasming around his length as you dove into bliss; moaning into the kiss and holding to his broad shoulders. 
He broke the kiss right after, a stuttering, failed breath leaving his chest. “L-Love you,” he choked out, “so much.” Jungkook gasped. He was so close, but, at the same time, he didn’t want to let go just yet. It felt too good — having you was too perfect. “Can’t b-believe you’re mine.” 
You smiled at his state, one hand brushing the sweaty hair away from his forehead. “Love you too,” you said back. You could say it again and again, without ever getting tired. After so many years swallowing it down, nothing felt so free. “It’s okay, you can let go.” 
Jungkook nodded, only mildly aware of his own actions. With all the force within him, he pushed himself away from you, pulling out from your heat. Soon, his hand wrapped around his cock, using your arousal to pump himself towards his much-needed release. “Shit,” he choked up, throwing his head back. “Oh, fuck, I’m gonna—” 
Jungkook grunted as he finally reached his high; cock throbbing in his hands. His cum splattered all over your belly, a few white ropes hitting the underside of your tits as well; dripping down to your mound and pelvis as his movements started to slow down. Even then, so fucked-out and overwhelmed, Jungkook looked like a god you’d be more than happy to worship. 
“Fuck,” he heaved, hooded eyes trailing over your form. By some miracle, probably the work of some mysterious sports god, his jacket remained untouched. “That looks so hot.” 
You smiled, taking a glimpse at your body. “And messy.” 
He let out a breathy, tired laugh. “Yeah. Gonna clean you up, just give me a second. I almost blacked out here.” 
Playfully, you kicked the side of his thigh. “You better,” you told him. “And don’t be so melodramatic.” 
“Rude.” He leaned in, placing a kiss on your lips. You still felt like you were dreaming, trapped in an alternate reality. If that was the case, you didn’t want to wake up. “Next time I’ll cum in your mouth so you’ll learn some manners.” 
Next time. Those words fell like a stone inside your stomach. It was pretty much impossible to mask your lovesick gaze now. “Yeah, bold of you to believe it’ll change a thing.” You pushed him off you, signaling towards the bathroom. “Go, be a good boy and go get me a towel.” 
Jungkook rolled his eyes, but did as you said, leaving the bed soon after. “I liked you better when you were pretending to be my fake girlfriend,” he spoke from the corridor. “You were more polite.”
“I was acting,” you said. “This is what you’re gonna get.” 
He laughed, appearing back in the room. “Ah, well, I guess I made my choice years ago.” 
That managed to shut you up real fast, heart hammering against your ribcage as Jungkook started cleaning you up. His movements were tender on your skin, feather-like touches that moved up your abdomen, to your breasts, then back between your legs. During all that, a familiar, comfortable silence fell between you two — one that you had grown used to; so empty and yet so full. 
After he was done, Jungkook discarded the towel, returning to his rightful place next to you. Like it was your second nature, you curled yourself up next to him, head resting on his chest and his arm wrapping around your waist. 
The world was perfect for exactly thirty seconds before he decided to ruin it. “So…” Jungkook started, a mischievous smirk already curling on his lips, “you like like me.” 
You scoffed, propping your chin on his chest and meeting his gaze. Jungkook was too cute and too hot for his own good, and his post-sex state managed to incorporate both elements in a hazardous combination. “Yes. And you like like me back.” You remarked. “Did you seriously have to go through all these steps instead of just, I don’t know, telling me?” 
He threw his head back, eyes closing in sheer desperation. “I didn’t know!” 
“Everyone knew!” You exclaimed back, flabbergasted. You couldn’t believe that all those years of shared distress could’ve been solved with the most basic common sense. “Do you think I watch your games because I like them? I tell you all the time I hate sports! Dumbass!” 
Jungkook flinched when you slapped the top of his head lightly, forging pain. “Ouch! You’re the dumbass. And I thought you were kidding.” He pouted, eyes drifting off towards a corner of the room. You could tell he was thinking, so you gave him his time. “But now that you mention it…”
You rolled your eyes, laying back down. “Yeah, that’s not so hard to—”
“I cannot stand body horror.” 
“What?” You shrieked, sitting up at lightning speed. That managed to be the most unexpected thing Jungkook had told you that night — scratcher that: ever. “You told me you loved watching body horror with me.” 
He shook his head, an expression of disgust on his face as he was reminded of every horror movie he had ever watched. “I almost puke watching it. I just pretend I enjoy it because it makes you happy.” 
For a moment, your mouth hung open, mind working a million miles per hour to make sense of his admission. Thinking back to it, you had noticed how frequently Jungkook went to the bathroom while watching Tusk; about how many times he coughed and turned his head away from the Human Centipede. “Oh my god.” Your shoulders slumped, your voice was a frail little thing, filled by disbelief. You couldn’t call him dumb when you had acted just the same. “We’re both idiots.”
Jungkook laughed as you returned to your previous position, placing a kiss on the top of your head. “Yeah, I think that’s the only possible conclusion.”
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moonchild1 · a month ago
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 jeon jungkook fic rec list (Ⅳ)
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here's a list of my favourite jungkook fics, please show lots of love and support to these wonderful authors and their blogs, no minors allowed ♡ feel free to recommend me some fics too I'd love to find new authors, blogs and read fics you guys are into who knows maybe I'm missing out on some great fics 😉🖤
a- angst s- smut f- fluff ❣- ultimate favourite
fuckboy training by @helenazbmrskai f s a (fuckboy au boxing au frenemies to lovers au) ❣
constant craving by @rubycoast a (unrequited love au) ❣
gold rush by @venusiangguk s (established relationship au) ❣
the art of craving by @venusiangguk f s (friends with benefits au dilf jk au) ❣
the art of waiting by @venusiangguk f s (dilf jk au friends with benefits au) ❣
the art of doubting by @venusiangguk f s a (dilf jk au friends with benefits au) ❣
the art of caring by @venusiangguk f s (dilf jk au friends with benefits au) ❣
his name by @jimlingss f a (based on the kdrama kill me heal me) ❣
ode to the nature of romance by @yeoldontknow s ❣
ghost in my bed by @yeojaa f s a (rockstar au exes to lovers au)
hotter, cooler, sweeter by @seokjinger-ale f s (established relationship) ❣
euphoria by @lovelytaes-blog f s (married couple drabbles slice of life)
tequila mockingbird by @kookdiaries f s a (acquaintances to lovers au)
tidal wave by @jjungkookislife s (coworkers to friends to lovers) ❣
tidal wave: after wave by @jjungkookislife f s 
rockstar 101 by @balenciaguks​ s (established relationship)
days to morning glory by @sketchguk​ f s a (exes to lovers au roommate au high school sweethearts) ❣
a touch of fate by @yoonia​ s a (enemies to lovers au soulmate au)
airplane, pt. 2 by @xjoonchildx​ s (crime au)
cream & sugar by @gukslut​ s (enemies to lovers au) ❣
when you’re mad by @joonscypher s (boyfriend jk) ft. Taehyung
i’m on the run with you, my sweet love by @inkofyoongi f s a (fake dating au fwb to lovers au roadtrip au)
paradise by @sunshinerainbowsbts s (stripper au neighbours to lovers au) ❣
for science by @boymeetsweevil f s a (nerd jk best friends to lovers au college au) ❣
wanted by @hobiboo1 s (love triangle) ft. Hoseok
roomie code by @bluekyun f s (roommate au)
true care by @joonsgalaxy s a (bodyguard au) ❣
fight for you by @ahundredtimesover s a (bodyguard au) ❣
scattered stars by @taegularities f s a (enemies to lovers au fantasy au soulmate au) ❣
effortlessly by @gyukult f s a (friends to lovers au school au)
better left unsaid by @jeonfiles s a (unrequited love au break up au)
begin by @taegularities f s a (strangers to friends to lovers au fantasy au fallen angel au)
morning rush by @atdawnsuga s (college au exhibitionism) ❣
the jeon twins by @krreader f a (college au twins au)
pretty boy by @angelguk f s a (drabble series jock jk best friends to lovers au) ❣
card swiped by @1kook f s a (best friends to lovers idiots to lovers au college au) ❣
blackjack by @kpopfanfictrash s (mafia au)
i don't mind by @bratkook f s a (band au strangers to lovers au rockstar jk) ❣
standing ovations and other nonsense by @vyduan​ f s a (idiots to lovers au)
the habits of a broken heart by @softykooky f a (soulmate au unrequited love au enemies to lovers au)
could've been us by @sparklingchim s (exes au single dad jk)
Popular-ish by @hansolmates f s a (friends with benefits to lovers popular jk shy oc) ❣
Cherish Me by @becomingb a
New Beginnings by @breakiebunny f s (dilf jk established relationship domestic au) ❣
Special delivery by @dearseok s (infidelity delivery boy jk) ft. Husband Taehyung
Moonlight by @kookiestarlight f s a (single dad au strangers to lovers au) ❣
hot in here by @eternally-writing s
yes sir by @peekaboongi s
mine still @sugasbabiie f s a (arranged marriage au ex boyfriend jk bride reader exes to lovers au) ❣
mutual help by @personasintro f s a (fake dating au slow burn) ❣
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jinnaga · 12 days ago
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CALL IT WHAT YOU WANT — 01.
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SUMMARY You've been feeling lonely these past few months, having this urge to just... feel something from another human being. Maybe you're looking for love, a fling, a dalliance of some sort, but with your BAR exam coming, you can't exactly date – no, dating someone is gonna add to your long list of problems, put another weight to the stress and pressure you're already carrying and you can't risk the drama it entails... but when your best friend proposes an idea of a situationship to you, you didn't think it sounds too bad.
INDEX one. two. three. four.
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PAIRING jungkook x (female) reader
GENRE smut (explicit), fluff, r18+
WORD COUNT 12.2k (LMAAAO)
WARNING(S)/MISC best friend!jk, very sexy software engineer!jk <<3, graduate law student!reader (shes reviewing for bar in this story), features the rest of the bts babes and some of the 97liners, fwb!au, vmin are boyfriends here <3, talks about silly crushes and sex, oc has a nipple piercing raaahhhh, explicit smut in the forms of: oral sex (f receiving), fingering, penetrative sex but protected 👍🏼, boob sucking lol. other misc includes: jk being a dog dad ♥️ (we FUCKING LOVE YOU BAM!), tatted jk sighs, also have i mentioned that jk has a…. lot of piercings in this story? 🤨 anyways lmk if i left out anything (ps: don’t forget to imagine this jungkook)
NOTES here it is u guys im super excited about this one teeheeeeeeeeee if u see any errors, just look away as per usual!! i edited half of it and was like eurkay that's enough professionalism for today i just finished finalizing an essay n my eyes hurt (n mostly bcs im tired of reading this lmao) 🤕 anyways. im SAWRY for closing the taglist so fast when i posted the teaser lmfao if u wanna be tagged for the next part, just tell me in my inbox or dms (note that I'll be tagging u for the whole series then if u do but if u don't wanna be tagged anymore just tell me). also, i would appreciate some lil feedback pleek. im gonna shut up now enjoy
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“Why don’t you get a boyfriend?”
You turn your head to look at Jeongguk with widened eyes, intentionally letting out a comical gasp. "Wow, you're so smart." 
"Took you long enough to find out." He grins, then erupts into a small fit of laughter when you roll your eyes at him, throwing a light jab at his bicep.
You take a sip from your wine glass when the cheeky mood dies down, leaning back on the couch and sighed. 
"My professors always warned us to not get into relationships while you're in law school. They said if you got a significant other prior lawyering, you better make sure they stay, at least until the BAR exam ends… and yeah, I get that," you stare at the ceiling and let out a heavy breath again. "But I'm so lonely." 
Your words were loaded, having carried the sentiment with you since the past few months. You've been in denial during those times too, too proud to admit that you do get lonely. For the record, most of where that pride came from is from the fact that you do not want to give nosy people the satisfaction of them being right about you. 
Jeongguk stares at your face and notices the gloom written all over it.
"You mean, lonely as in… you wanna get a boyfriend or lonely as in you just want some kind of like, I don't know, instant gratification?" He says, sounding unsure. He doesn't know how to put it out. 
You think about his question. "I'd say the latter but I just don't think I can do serious relationships right now, you know? BAR is in four months…" 
"So dating is out of the question, then?" You nod at Jeongguk's query. He sees you pouting on the rim of your wine glass. Leaning back, he stares at your side profile. "You're looking for something casual, then? Like hook-ups?" 
His words processed in your head and found them to be quite true. Dating is so absolutely out of the question. It never really came so easy for you… you only had one serious boyfriend and the rest were only guys you've had casual sex with. Dating isn't easy as movies depict it – there are people who like you who you may not like, and there are people you're interested in that will never be interested in you. Getting to know another person is a hassle, and it's always a hit or miss; there are things you'll realize you don't like about them, and it goes downhill from there. 
This lawyering shit that you've chosen for yourself to go through was already harder than maintaining emotional affinities with people who you already know, you definitely do not have the luxury of time to develop them with a stranger.
"Yeah, just to put off some pressure, I guess. Relax a bit," and then you let out a groan. There's one thing that has been bugging you these days, and so you proceed to tell it. There's always no harm in oversharing with your best friend. "But it's so hard for me to get laid these days." 
Which was true. In college, you used to get sex whenever you need it. For one, you had a boyfriend during your freshman to sophomore year, and then third to fourth year… you dated people in between.
And then your sex life started to completely plummet in law school. 
Not getting sex in law school wasn't a universal fact, though. A lot of your law student friends did get sex, and they had frat parties over there at your graduate school like every other day, but it just wasn't the lifestyle you wanted.
"That's 'cause you're not trying." Jeongguk retorts at your earlier declaration, munching on some salted chips.
You frown. "You're mean." 
He chuckles at your immediate reaction and finishes chewing his chips to add, "But I understand. It's hard for you to go out these days and all that stuff. Totally get the whole can't-be-bothered-to-date thing." 
A small, appreciative smile forms on your lips. 
"I'm glad you do, Gguk. I always get shit for it from my mother." You say, remembering how she always tells you to find a boyfriend already whenever you come over. 
It's not ill-intended and your father always saves you by reminding your mother that studying law is already a lot, and your mother is an absolute sweetheart – but sometimes you just can't help but feel irritated when she keeps on bringing up your other friends in law school who have their partners "despite of".
"Oh, I missed her." Jeongguk quips at the mention of your mom, bunny teeth poking out. It happens when he's excited about something.
One thing about him, he's very close with your family. He became your closest friend in college and during winter break in third year, you invited him to come with you to your home town because he said his parents were gonna be away for a business trip and he had no one to spend Christmas and New Year with. You couldn't even fault your parents and younger brother for adoring (yes, adore) him since then because he was such a charmer, still is. Everybody who gets to meet Jeongguk instantly likes him and you don't even dare ask questions about it.
That's exactly why your mother always pushes this… certain agenda… of you and Jeongguk. She pries about your relationship with him, asks you if you're really just friends. Sometimes embarrassing you when she asks him if he's single whenever they see each other. It would've been great if she's slick about setting you two up, but you know that Jeongguk definitely knows and that's even more embarrassing. He brings it up sometimes to tease you and you punch him every time he does. 
You roll your eyes at the thought. 
"Yeah, don't worry about her."
It's quiet for a moment in Jeongguk's living room. The big ass TV mounted on the wall across from you had long been abandoned, now only serving as some sort of background noise as you eat unhealthily on his couch, considering the amount of opened bags of junk food and take-out chicken strewn over his coffee table.
You actually just got back at Namjoon's engagement party and as much as you and Jeongguk are happy for him, you both agreed with the fact that you two kind of feel depressed after you saw how genuinely in love he looked with his fiance.
Jeongguk breaks the silence not long after.
"How about you find a fuck buddy or something." He said as if it was such a bright idea. As if you haven't been thinking about that.
"Gguk, were you not listening when I told you it's been hard for me to get laid these days." You deadpan. You couldn't even get a hook-up for a single night, what more a constant lay?
"I was listening," he rolls his eyes. "You don't have to look for someone new for a fuck buddy, you know? It can be your friends, that's what most people would go for." 
You laugh at that. "Who am I gonna ask? Jimin? He's gay and only interested in Taehyung. They're disgustingly in love with each other too." You fake a gagging noise but beneath your bitter facade, you're honestly happy for them. 
The two have been together since college and because you're close friends with Jimin – who you still get in contact with day to day because he's literally your study buddy in law school – you've seen them get through their downs and witness as they grew stronger from that, and I you got to be extremely honest with yourself, you actually get mushy thinking about their sweet relationship.
You've had a lot of failed relationships since highschool and honestly, you should really give it up now but Taehyung and Jimin, as well as Namjoon, a.k.a three of your close friends who are very successful in their pursuit of romance, really are the reason why you still think it's still not over for you. 
"I wasn't gonna bring him up," he says after chuckling. "What about Seokjin? He recently became your friend, right?" 
Kim Seokjin was a med student in your graduate school, someone you've been crushing on since first year. At the mention of his name, you instantly shake your head, looking at Jeongguk funny. 
"Have you seen him? We're friends and all now but I'm still intimidated by him. And even then, he's starting his residency, anyway. Don't wanna bother him or something." 
"Oh, okay. He's out of the list then." Jeongguk looks down to think, and as if a lightbulb just popped out above his head, he turns to you again. "What about I hook you up with one of my friends? I can assure you they're decent people and don't really look bad, either." 
"I don't know, Gguk. Who are you gonna hook me up with? Not Jaehyun, I hope."
You dated him before in college – was only really just a brunch at a cafe, and he wasn't really friends with Jeongguk that time, they only became one after graduating since they work at the same tech company now. But anyway, you were kind of put off that day by whatever weird reason. You declined his invitation for a second date and you haven't really seen him since then. 
He hums, inked arm flexing to run his fingers through his hair. A habit. Sexy one at that. 
Wait, what? 
"Don't worry. I'm planning to suggest Eunwoo." 
You snapped your head out of that line of thought.
"What? No. I saw his IG story yesterday and he was with a girl. I don't want to possibly become a homewrecker, whatever they got going on."
"Oh, he's dating someone?" Jeongguk furrows his brows, genuinely looking clueless, but you only shrug.
"You're his friend." You say as a matter of fact.
"We haven't hung out in awhile," he counters, looking at you for a second then sighs, "Well, we're out of options." 
After seeing his expression which is just him pouting a little, eyebrows a little crooked down, you realize that he was actually taking this seriously. Sure, you want a fuck buddy for the simplest of reasons, but it's not like you're keen on having one. Not your top priority. But Jeongguk was cute for trying to help you genuinely. 
That's why you can't help but bring an arm up to pinch his cheek. There was barely any fat there but he looks adorable when he whines at your action. Despite the little protest, he lets you pull at the skin. 
You coo. "It's cute that you're taking this seriously. I appreciate it." 
Letting go of his cheek, a grin appears on his face and you're suddenly reminded by a doe. It's kind of funny sometimes that Jeongguk is such a walking contradiction. On the outside, he looks quite intimidating, especially if he's a stranger to you. A tall, muscular person, someone whose wardrobe leans more towards a monochrome palette, the tattoos and piercings… one would say he looks broody, but when you stop for a second to look at his eyes, you would second-guess yourself. They were just so big, so sparkly, so innocent and pure and full of life.
"I'd do anything to help you, you know?" He says, his honey dipped voice and sincere tone making your heart melt.
When you were young, you had friends whom you thought were gonna be there for you until you grow up but once college started, you all just started drifting away from each other until any form of contact was gone. You don't know who it was that cut the ties first but it happened, and you used to agonize over it but time is a healer and offers you so much more when you move along with it. 
That's how you found your friends in college who are still with you right now. With Jeongguk – especially with him – it really feels like you will be there for each other as long as time allows it. At first, you honestly thought you'd just part ways after graduation. He got a job at this big shot tech company while you went to attend law school… but somehow, you're still here four years later. Still friends, still discovering something new from each other everyday. 
It was nice having a constant in your life. 
"I know," you tell him, and you hope that he knows you would do the same thing for him too.
He returns your smile and you suddenly feel the urge to hug him, so you do, the act so sudden that he's taken aback. It wasn't long until he recovers from the initial surprise and does the same thing of wrapping his arms around your body.
You sigh in the juncture of his neck and shoulder. "Thank you, Gguk. I've been feeling like shit nowadays. This lawyering shit is gonna kill me someday, I don't know why I'm doing this to myself." 
Jeongguk laughs in your hair and rubs a calming hand up and down your bare back, which sends goosebumps along your spine. You wore a backless satin dress to Namjoon's engagement party tonight and didn't bother to change out of it when you arrived at Jeongguk's apartment, while he opted to be comfortable and lounged around with his graphic black tee and animal-printed short shorts.
"Chin up, future attorney." 
"Don't make me giddy." 
"Okay, atty."
You giggle – yes, giggle – on his neck. "You're funny. Don't jinx it. I still have a BAR exam to pass." 
Jeongguk pulls away slightly and you retrieve from his neck, meeting his gaze. 
"And you're gonna do well just like you always have." He says, the sincerity in his eyes so obvious.
"This suddenly got so mushy." You chuckle, making him do the same thing.
But hearing his words, you realize how much you've been craving affirmation these past few days. You just graduated and while the high from that momentum still isn't gone, there's BAR exam that's been sitting heavy on your mind these days. 
"That was really sweet, Gguk," you tell him again. His eyes crinkled at your affectionate tone and you couldn't help but launch yourself at him this time, an "oof" coming out from his mouth. Your arms wrap around him tightly, squealing, "Ah, I could just squeeze you!"
Jeongguk erupts in a fit of giggles in your hold but returns your hug again, anyway. It's comforting being like this. He's getting so big and buff nowadays, but he's still soft and warm to the touch, like a furnace in December. You always like cuddling with him and it's great that he doesn't mind when you touch him and that's – well, considering that he doesn't push you or react negatively when you get a little too physical, you assume he likes it too. 
You didn't drink that much back at the party and only downed two shots of soju earlier when you arrived at Jeongguk's apartment. The most you've drunk is wine and it's starting to make you tipsy, bordering on lightheaded. 
As you're still in Jeongguk's embrace, you lay your cheek on his shoulder, closing your eyes for a moment, feeling pretty much done for the night.
He calls your name softly.
"Hm?" 
"Why couldn't it just be me?" You don't get what he's referring to right away, his question making you confused. Jeongguk leans back slightly, looking at your perplexed but mostly drowsy state. He chuckles. "You're sleepy. Wanna go to bed?" 
He was right. You could feel your eyelids getting heavier as each second passed but you couldn't indulge in it, not when his previous words rang a bell in your ears.
You slowly retrieve from his arms and he lets you, loosening his hold around your body, a decent space sits in between you now. 
"What was that earlier?"
A stray hair gets too close to your mouth and Jeongguk moves that behind your ear. He smiles down at you. "I was just thinking. You can tell me it's stupid, but it's an idea I'm putting out regardless." 
You raised a questioning brow. Deep inside, you already have a clue about where this is going, but you want him to say it himself. 
This time, Jeongguk begins to look sheepish, him scratching the back of his head a telltale sign.
"Well…. I was thinking that it could be me, you know? The fuck buddy thing. You can say no, of course, and we'll pretend I never said that." He tries to sound casual, but the red tips of his ears that you can see so clearly say that he's not so casual about this. 
"Are you drunk?" Was the only thing you could say. 
"From three bottles of soju? Nah." You still look at him incredulously, and upon seeing that, a low chuckle leaves his mouth. "Don't look so shocked. It's not just you feeling lonely these days. Even though I feel like everything has been going well for me, it's like, it's too well? And I'm on edge. I don't know, it's kind of a weird feeling. But I know I need to relax too. Having sex, stuff like that."
You gulp, hope he doesn't see it. 
"I… but – you haven't been with anyone?" You blurt out, out of curiosity. 
You don't exactly tell everything to each other, especially about people whom you only dated for a week or a mere fling. Jeongguk hasn't mentioned any woman these past few months but you assumed he's getting laid despite not having a girlfriend. It wouldn't be that hard for a face like that.
"Last time I had sex was six months ago, I think."  
"Really?"
Somehow, you couldn't believe it.
Jeongguk has definitely grown out of that phase. In college, he used to party around and get a new girl every 10-15 business days but it died down eventually. He's more… chill after college. Laidback about hooking up. Became a person who's more like the type to seek long-term relationships rather than temporary ones. He had two serious girlfriends, one of them being Jini but they broke up almost a year ago now.
He leans back on the couch and folds his forearms to lay his head on it, looks at the ceiling and laughs to himself. "Yeah." 
You couldn't help but stare at his biceps flexing under his shirt at his new position, the beautiful swirls of ink that starts from his wrist going to the inside of his right arm exposed to you right now. 
Those arms… such beautiful things. 
"Well. You're lucky. I've been in a dry spell for a year. Can you believe that?" You engage in the current subject immediately before your mind starts to drag you into uncharted territory about your best friend. 
"Damn. That long?" 
You pout. "Don't tease. Besides, it doesn't matter… I know how to take care of myself." 
Jeongguk suddenly looks at you knowingly, a sly smile forming on his lips. You raised your brow, trying to understand why he's looking at you like that. Narrowing your eyes into slits, you hold an eye contact for a few seconds before you eventually remember something. 
"I'm sure." He says with a smirk, and a quick trip down to memory lane is all you need for you to know he's alluding to that one time in college when he saw a… certain box under your bed.
"Jeongguk, you're an asshole and I will kick you in the nuts." You threaten and he bursts into laughter.
"I'm kidding," he removes his arms from behind his head and puts them up, as if surrendering to you. You roll your eyes at the dramatics in response. 
"But what do you think? About what I said earlier." 
The revival of the previous topic should've dropped the mood down but you're grateful you've broken some kind of ice a minute ago so this talk doesn't seem so serious. It feels a little too unreal.
"I don't know, Gguk," you say honestly and you could feel him giving all his attention to you now, wide eyes staring right into your own. "I appreciate that, I really do. But I just… I don't want anything bad to happen to us… or our friendship. You're extremely important to me, and it's really cute that you're going out of your way to help me but I don't want you to do this solely because of me," When you said that, Jeongguks's expression melts into a soft one, making your heart beat a little faster in your chest. You feel the need to add, "And I'm not a sex addict or something! I can live without it for a little longer. I'm sure I'll find a way." 
He’s quiet for a while, then he looks at you. “You want me to be honest with you?”
You’re taken aback by the placid tone of his words and his eyes never leaving your own as he spoke them. It somehow makes you feel a little nervous. You try not to gulp too visibly. “O-of course.”
The corners of his mouth stretched, as if amused by the way you stutter to such a simple question.
“Can I ask you something first, then?” He asks, and although still hesitant, you nod. Jeongguk continues, “Do you find me attractive?”
The question was so unpredictable that you couldn’t possibly hide the shock on your face. He raised his eyebrow, waiting for your response, but nothing came out from you so soon like he expected.
It makes you think. Do you find Jeongguk attractive?
Of fucking course. Duh!
Literally, who wouldn’t? On the outside, he’s disgustingly handsome, sometimes it makes you pissed how attractive he is. He's got a body that’s just the right buff and big… also tall, and the full sleeve tattoo around the entirety of his right arm and piercings on both his lip and brow really add to his naturally oozing charm. Beyond all that superficial aspects though is his kind heart. Jeongguk is, above all, a really good person. Someone you can confide in, someone you can count on. He’s someone who has a funny and warm disposition. He’s confident in a way that’s not and never bordering on arrogant, just very good at carrying himself that it's… somewhat – okay, not somewhat – it is sexy and hot that he just knows.
On top of that, he’s intelligent as hell. Jeongguk is a software engineer in this big and famous tech company hence why he’s also rich. He literally has this huge, grossly priced apartment in Gangnam (where you currently are, by the way. You say it’s grossly priced because you know it’s expensive as fuck, you’re not about to lie and say it’s overpriced though as his place is really something) because his job pays him well and he’s great at it.
He’s the total dream guy if you have to be extremely honest and truth be told, if he wasn’t one of your closest friends – probably your closest friend – you would’ve hit on him a long time ago.
“Yeah,” you tell him sincerely because there’s no point in lying.
There’s a grin on his face when he hears your answer.
“I’m glad because I’m about to tell you that I find you attractive too.”
You can feel your heart doing a flip or two inside your ribcage, but you ignore the feeling right away, rolling your eyes at him just to prove a point.
“Are you saying that because you don’t want to embarrass me? It’s fine, you can be honest with me.”
Immediately shaking his head, Jeongguk stares at you in a way that makes you think he’s a little offended with what you said. For what though, you have no idea.
“No? I know you know you’re pretty. It’s a common fact."
There’s a rush of heat that spreads throughout your cheeks at his compliment. He sounded like you shouldn’t even be questioning it too, nonchalant in a way, but you’re not really good with compliments so you try to get a way out.
“Really? Is that your type?” You joke. “Pretty girls?”
Your joke backfires.
With a playful smirk playing on his lips, his answer was an instant, “Yeah.”
Stretching your leg across the sofa, you kick his thigh and he laughs at your reaction, holding your ankle hostage around his fingers before it can do more damage.
"So, what do you say? I'm available and very willing. I'm also not bad at sex," You roll you eys at the last sentence and he laughs again. "What? I'm just saying."
Yeah, you know he's not lying – well, you guess. You're not a very open person so personal stuff like your sex life isn't really something you share even with your close friends. Hence, you don't ask or talk to Jeongguk about it and neither does he share, except when it just comes up randomly in a conversation. However, you have heard… stuff. In college, most especially. You didn't think too much about the rumors of him having a big dick, whatever the girls used to talk about regarding the topic of Jeongguk but now you're hating yourself for thinking about what it might be like to have sex with him.
Would it be as good as the girls from college said before? Though, it wouldn't be surprising if he really is good. Jeongguk is a competitive man, after all, and that results in doing everything to perfect something he's fixated on.
"I don't know…" you trail off and you feel grateful by the way he's massaging the sole of your foot right now. He does it absentmindedly, and you feel relaxed. You look at him who was already doing the same thing, the heat you feel on your cheeks growing. "Are you sure about this, Gguk?"
"A hundred percent. Very positive. And again I'm not drunk so this is a very sober decision." As if he realizes something, he adds, "I don't want you to think I'm forcing you to do this, alright? If you think I'm being pushy right now, I'll stop, and you can say no. We'll just forget this night ever happened so it's less embarrassing for me that I proposed myself as your potential fuck buddy."
He's so sweet. You want to throw up.
Jeongguk has been your friend for the longest time and you're not gonna lie and say there was never a point in your life where you weren't attracted to him. The first time Jimin introduced him to you, you found him handsome and charming instantly. Over the years when he's just gotten hotter, there were some nights when you thought about his veiny arms and long fingers. His strength. Or how nice it would be to be crushed by his body. And maybe you're insane for even thinking that.
But admittedly, you have definitely thought about Jeongguk in a sexual light. Those specific thoughts just get brushed off so quickly just as you start thinking them, because by the books – or like, in general – it is weird to think about your friend that way.
However, are you about to pass on the idea that he so graciously offered? You think about how you've been feeling these days, about how you so badly just want to feel the touch of another human being, about wanting to just feel something, and then Jeongguk. You think about him as your best friend, the one who probably knows you better than yourself, the one one who takes care of you when you need it. You think about what he said that fuck buddies don't need to be someone new. That people tend to choose a person within their circle of friends.
And you find yourself wanting to throw all your inhibitions away.
There's absolutely no reason for you to deny yourself something you could enjoy. Jeongguk is more than happy to help you, and you want him to.
"Okay."
"Hm?"
"I said, fine. We can do that. The whole friends with benefits thing."
He bites his lower lip. You try not to let your eyes linger at the action.
"Nice."
You move your leg away so he lets it go, watching as you close the gap in between you, getting closer to him.
"I'm reviewing for BAR in two weeks and I'm gonna be doing that for, like, three months."
"Alright. How do you want this to go?" Jeongguk asks.
"I'm thinking we should make this into a contract. End it after my BAR exam. But there's gotta be some set of rules to it."
Because as much as you want to do this with him, you know the risks of what this entails. It's a cliche but things like broken friendships from failed friends with benefits relationships really do happen in real life and you don't want that to happen between you and Jeongguk.
"Okay…" You worry about the way he trails off, but as if seemingly noticing your reaction, Jeongguk picks up his face and smiles at you. "Should we talk about it now?"
You shake your head. "No. Maybe tomorrow."
"If that's what you want."
What now?
You don't exactly know how to navigate this whole thing. You just agreed to be each other's fuck buddy… are you supposed to – you don't know – fuck right now?
But Jeongguk isn't doing anything. And you don't know how to make the first move.
"I've been wondering," he breaks the silence and you get oddly relieved. You cock your head to the side and wait for his next words. "Is that a nipple piercing?"
"Huh?" You quickly look down to where his eyes are at. Obviously, they're on your boobs. The silk material of your dress clings tight to your body, and as you weren't wearing a bra underneath, the outline of a small barbell pierced horizontally through your nipple is very apparent. "Oh… uh. Yeah."
You suddenly feel heated at the underlying thought that for him to point it out, he must have been staring at your chest for a long while now.
Jeongguk leans into the coffee table to drink his unfinished soju. "That's cool. Bet you look good with it."
You can't help but giggle at the insinuation. "You bet."
"Let's play a game, shall we?" Jeongguk, with a crooked smile, said.
"What game? Truth or dare?"
The mockery in your tone makes him roll his eyes. "No we're not in highschool," you're about to say he's right when he continues, "it's truth or strip."
You let out a snort.
"You are so corny."
"What? That was genius. I made it up just now." he defends himself but you know he knows he sounded lame too.
"You just said we're not in highschool but that's literally what a highschooler would come up with."
"No, they wouldn't? They have to keep things PG." He grins when you shake your head, scoffing. "But you game? We just have to alternately ask questions to each other and rule is; the one who can't answer has to remove something from their body."
"That's so lame." You say, but a gush of excitement runs through you at his idea. Yeah, you're definitely gone.
"Come on, I know you wanna see me nakey-nakey," he sing-songs, wiggling his eyebrows at you and you both end up laughing.
God, his made-up game sounds so stupid but you nod in the end, asking him if you could start and he instantly said yes.
You blurt out, "Have you been staring at my boobs?"
"Yes." Jeongguk moves on too fast before you could even react. "My turn – have you ever thought about having sex with me?"
You're thankful you've long abandoned the wine that you've been drinking because if you were doing that now, you would've thrown it up on his couch.
When Jeongguk doesn't hear an immediate answer from you, he raises his eyebrow. But for the record, you're not sure if he was even serious with that question.
"New rule, if you don't answer in five seconds, you lose and take something off your body."
"You should've said that earlier," you retort, rolling your eyes at him but he ignores you.
"Five… four–"
"Why are you counting so fast – jeez. We were just talking about being friends with benefits –" you're supposed to reason but he immediately cuts you off.
"Only definite yes or no."
You groan. "What are you, cross-examining me."
"I don't know what that means but your time is–"
Defeated, you say, "Okay, yes."
He looks at you for a moment and then does a poor job at hiding another crooked smile. "Alright, your turn."
"Have you ever had a crush on me?"
You don't know exactly why that left your mouth. If he says no, then you'll probably kill him and then yourself out of embarrassment, but then if he says yes…
"Yes." A soft, little smile paints his lips, one that's barely there and your heart goes a little stupid. What? "So… have you ever had sexual fantasies about me?"
You narrowed your eyes into slits.
"You thought you did something?" He shrugs and then points at his wrist where a watch should be around, telling you your time is running. "I'm not answering that." You say, shaking your head.
"Alright, then you're gonna–" before he can finish, you're already taking the ring off your middle finger and smirking when he pouts. Hah, he probably didn't think about that.
"Damn it."
"My turn. Have you ever had sexual fantasies about me?"
You throw his question back at him. He looks taken aback, probably didn't expect you to do that, and you thought you were winning (even though you don't know what you're getting from this exactly), but Jeongguk only says, "Absolutely."
Fuck. The way he said it was so sure and honest that you suddenly feel a weird – good weird – tingle on your spine.
Looking for something to do, you reach for your wine glass and take a sip from it. It's almost finished and it was suddenly getting too hot on this damn couch.
It was his turn to ask you a question again this time.
"Can I fuck you tonight?"
There was something tantalizing in his tone paired with the deep timbre of his voice, his hazy eyes staring deeply into you. You feel goosebumps rise into your skin as words get caught up in your throat. Instead of counting like what he would've done had the atmosphere not gone down… to whatever this is, he gauges your reaction.
His question was a little unexpected but not unpleasant. In fact, you find yourself thinking that you were actually looking forward to it after you just agreed to become each other's fuck buddy. What other thing could you do exactly to seal the deal, right?
"Yes." You respond, your voice barely above a whisper, just a gush of air leaving your mouth.
The corner of Jeongguk's lips twitch and you hold your breath when he leans closer to you until he's hairsbreadth away. He smells of the soju he's been downing since, pink and plump lips hovering over your own.
His mouth was on yours a second after that.
You've kissed Jeongguk before. Third year in college. Just a stupid little game of truth or dare because your friends were childish and pushy. You still remember how it felt… but how couldn't you? It was that time when you had this weird crush on him and so it felt like a fever dream when you finally got to kiss him. You didn't really dwell in it though. You have this on-and-off crush on him that just comes at the most random times and that was one of them. Jeongguk was pursuing someone that time, whomst officially became his girlfriend three weeks later. It was no big deal, in fact. Just two friends being told to kiss each other.
Right now, feeling his lips again on yours for the first time in a while, it somehow still feels like that time in college… except, you aren't nervous. There aren't… butterflies in your stomach. Your mind is not running lapses and you don't feel your hand sweating.
If you were to compare the kiss back then and this kiss right now, you're enjoying this moment more. There's a certain feeling of satisfaction and some sort of relief you feel somewhere as you feel him against your mouth.
His lips are still soft just as you remembered, and he is still a good kisser, especially when he prodded the seam of your lips, getting you to open your mouth so he could insert his tongue inside, making out with you.
It feels good. Jeongguk's mouth tastes good despite the soju overwhelming your sense of smell. But it's fine. Fantastic, actually. He feels good on you.
The kiss starts getting heated as you find your hands making purchase on his shoulders, a small whimper coming out from you when he pushes himself closer, inked arm wrapping around your waist, deepening the kiss.
"Fuck," he hisses when you bite his lower lip. He pulls away slightly and you gasp for air, feeling him place small pecks on the corners of your lips. "Can I touch you?" He whispers against your mouth.
You've never agreed to anything so fast in your entire life.
Jeongguk makes contact with your lips again, this time putting in more fervor, starting off strong. While he licks the insides of your mouth, his hand creeps up your thigh that was now exposed more due to the way your already short dress rode up, rubbing the rough pad of his thumb up and down the length of it. As seconds flew by, your tongues tangling together in an alluring dance, you grew hotter and hotter.
This time, you're the one to pull away when you feel yourself getting a little out of breath by the way he was kissing you like he was trying to eat you up, Jeongguk instantly transferring his lips to the base of your neck; nipping, licking, and sucking the skins, your small gasps disappearing into thin, hot air.
When he grips your thigh, moving it across his own, you get the message and quickly wrap your arms around his neck, lifting yourself off of your side to straddle and sit completely on his lap.
You gasp when you feel a noticeable bump against your crotch, knowing all too well what it was especially when Jeongguk groans at the feel of you on top of him, hands roaming from squeezing your thighs to gripping your waist. You let out a moan when his mouth begins trailing kisses down and down until he gets to your collarbone and the cleavage that he had been eyeing a while ago.
"This fucking dress," he whispers, a certain bite to his tone, and you giggle.
"You want me to take it off?" You ask, coquettish at the way he's rubbing the skin of your exposed back from the backless dress you wore.
"Fuck yeah."
He kisses your mouth again, your moans buried by the delectable way he connects your lips to his own. While he does that, you reach backward to untie the only thing that holds your dress to your front and watch as the straps loosen, taking them off of you.
Jeongguk hissed as you exposed your bare chest to him, his hand quickly coming up to touch the glimmering piercing across your nipple which made you let out a shaky sigh.
"You're so fucking sexy," he then pressed kisses over the skin above your chest area. "When did you get this?"
You shiver when you feel him lick your pierced nipple, his hand squeezing your other boob.
"A y-year ago." You stutter, in daze with how rough and warm his hand feels against your skin.
He comes up to kiss you on the mouth. "So it's fully healed then?" He asks, you nod your head. "Doesn't hurt when I do this?"
You whimper when he tugs on your nipple, but it's swallowed by another kiss.
"N-no."
When he gets your confirmation, he begins groping your breasts again, harder this time, his mouth alternating between the two as if he doesn't want to miss out on anything. He licks around your areola, nipping on our flesh, swirls his tongue around your nipples until they turn into stiff peaks.
Satisfied at the way your heavy breaths fill the room, your chest shining with his saliva, Jeongguk tugs at the dress that's stuck to your lower half.
"We need to get this little thing off of you," he says. "Looks sexy on you, though. But it gotta go."
You giggle at his words, lifting your bum off the couch to help him slide the silk fabric off of you. When it's all off, Jeongguk takes time to marvel at your body which is now only covered by a poor excuse of a pair of panties.
His mouth then proceeds to press to your stomach that have you gasping, his lips smooching your sensitive skin and going down until he's hovering over the hem of your underwear.
"Baby," you couldn't help but moan at the nickname. He's called you that multiple times before but you never really paid it mind, he says them mindlessly anyway. But this time Jeongguk was in between your legs, pressing little pecks across the hem of your thong, pressing his nose to your clothed cunt. "Can I eat you out?"
"Y-yeah," you breathe heavily, thighs twitching, feeling your pussy quiver under his hooded gaze. "Do whatever you want."
And just like that, he had the scrap of fabric off of you in recorded time.
"God fucking damn," he whispers. You watch as he stares at your cunt, getting hotter every second, already feeling yourself leaking more than you already have from the way he was so focused on it. "You're so fucking wet."
He starts with placing kisses on your pubic bone, moving down to your inner thigh making your squirm in his hold.
"G-gguk, no teasing," you say in between bated breaths.
"Don't worry, baby," is what he says before he spits on your pussy. You let out another broken sound of his name as you feel his saliva trickling down your cunt and in a few seconds, you couldn't help but throw your head at the back of the couch as Jeongguk spreads his saliva over your pussy, all the while placing tentative kisses to your already sensitive clit. Soon after, he's dipping a single finger in your hole.
"Ohh," you mewl, arching your back.
"So fucking tight." Jeongguk says as he pumps his finger in and out of you slowly, your pussy so warm and tight around his digit.
He wastes no more time and proceeds to lick a bold stripe over your cunt. He then swirls his tongue around your clit and in result, you gasped, hands flying over to grip Jeongguk's hair, making him let out a guttural sound in your crotch. He adds another finger to enter your cunt and fingers you, alternating between wiggling his tongue to stimulate your bundle of nerves and lapping his tongue over your labia.
It feels so good. It had been such a long fucking time ever since you felt someone's mouth on your pussy, and god, Jeongguk is so good at this.
He removes his fingers from your pussy, now drenched, and you whine but Jeongguk shushes you with his thumb rubbing your clit, his other hand gripping your thigh so tight to ground you on the couch. His tongue pushes his way inside your hole and you let out a wanton moan, legs starting to twitch as you feel the tell-tale signs of your release, ready to burst.
"G-gguk, oh my god," you pant, catching your breath. He only hums in your pussy, trying his best to stop you from writhing in his hold but you can sense it, the tight feeling in your lower abdomen, the tingle on the tips of your toes, the oversensitivity brought by his tongue stimulating you – it was all starting to become too much. "I'm gonna cum… f-fuck!"
At your words, Jeongguk pulls away from your heat. His hair was a mess on his head, curls thrown all over the place but you couldn't focus on the way he's looking at you with so much lust in his eyes, not when he's beginning to enter his middle and ring fingers again, this time pumping them in out of you harsher.
"Oh gooood!"
His fingers were so long and thick, filling you up and hitting that certain spot in you that get your toes curling and back arching from the couch even he couldn't stop you now from squirming too much. But he was strong enough to hold you down and keep you grounded, watching as your head moves from side to side, chest heaving and incoherent words coming out of your mouth as he speeds up the pace of his fingers thrusting in your pussy.
"Cum for me, baby, make a mess on my fingers."
Just as he says that, you're letting out a loud moan, hands gripping his hair a little too tight and feel your pussy spasm all over his hand.
You flop down on the couch once again, Jeongguk massaging your thighs and pressing small kisses across your cunt as you come down from your high.
"That's a good girl," You groan when his fingers gather your cum, spreading them all over your cunt. "Stay still." He says and you could only watch as he starts licking you again, groaning at the taste of your essence.
You're not used to being overstimulated and you easily get sensitive. So, grabbing his hair gently, you told him, "G-guk. If you do that, I'm gonna cum again… and I want to do that around your cock the second time."
"Fuck, okay." He hissed, kissing your pussy one last time and trailing his mouth upwards until he reached your breasts once again, his hand quickly taking a hold of one boob. The other one is being played by his tongue swirling around your pierced nipple; nipping, bitting, lapping and repeating them over and over again.
While he busies himself on your chest, your hands make their way towards the waistband of his sweatpants, ready to take them off of him when he suddenly holds your wrist.
"Not here," he says, kissing the peak of your nipple and coming up to peck your mouth. "I want to fuck you in my bed."
You feel a shiver down your spine, but you nod immediately to his words.
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"Holy fuck," you audibly gasp when Jeongguk finally frees his cock from the confines of his navy boxers. It bounces back on his abdomen, standing tall and proud. You didn't have the time to ogle his girth and length as your eyes immediately fixed on the glistening thing on the tip of his dick – and it certainly wasn't the precum you're focusing on. "Jesus – Gguk how many piercings do you fucking have?"
Jeongguk smiles sheepishly at that. "Fourteen?"
Oh my god. You can't believe he has a Prince Albert. A goddamn dick piercing!
But in hindsight, it's really not that surprising.
He's always been adventurous (for the lack of better term), always been the one to believe that his body was a blank canvas and he needs to decorate it with pretty things, always been the one to try things right away when he's curious about it that turns into a genuine interest. When you first saw him freshman year, he didn't have any tattoos, nor did he have the countless holes on his ears and the piercings on his eyebrow and the corner of his lip. He started talking about it in third year but began to get them in the last year of college.
You're not gonna lie and say it didn't make him look better, didn't make you feel things – because you definitely remember how you malfunctioned for an entirety of two minutes upon seeing his pierced nipples that one time when you were on this little trip to the beach with your mutual friends, paired with the full sleeve of tattoo on his right arm.
Again, knowing he got his dick pierced isn't really at all surprising because you may have thought about that already, given that one thing you always gonna do whenever he shows up with a new piercing or tattoo is wonder about how high his pain tolerance must be and what possible lengths he could go for…
You suddenly feel a little dizzy at the thought.
Geez. He's so hot sometimes you want to smack him in the head.
"Do you want me to take it off?" Jeongguk says, snapping you out of the thoughts whirling in your mind.
Your answer was a quick "No." and a shake of your head. He chuckles.
When you look at him again, he's already opening a packet of condom.
You've never had a partner with a pierced dick before and you never really thought about what it would feel like. It's stupid, but you kind of deflate at the thought of him using a condom… but it's fine. Safe sex is great sex.
Jeongguk is knelt in between your spread legs, cock hard and ready, and you just realized now how big he is. It's been months (devastating, gruelling months) since you've had something in you. You own a few toys but they're definitely nowhere near his size, nor the men you've had sex with before. It's not a monster dick, per se, it's just bigger than you ever had before and it's honestly making you quite nervous but excited nonetheless.
He must've probably seen the hesitant glint in your eyes and quickly comes down to caress your cheeks.
"You alright?" He asks, his voice gentle and soft, looking deeply into your eyes.
You swallow the lump in your throat. "I–yeah. It's just… you're so big."
Hearing that, a low chuckle erupts from his mouth and you swear you feel yourself getting a little delirious when he begins to give his cock a few strokes after securing the thin latex around it.
"You want me to eat you out again? I don't think I have lube right now…" he trails off, eyeing the drawer beside his bed.
"No, I'm so wet already. Want you," you whimper, hips slightly bucking up at the sight of him watching your naked body sprawled out, all for him. "How do you want me?"
Jeongguk leans down and kisses you. It doesn't take too long for it to get sloppy and heated, his fingers coming up to pinch your pierced nipple as if he couldn't help himself but touch it every chance he gets.
He breaks the kiss. "Turn around for me," You quickly do as he says, rolling over until the front of your body hits the soft surface of his mattress.
"Oh!" You cry out when you receive a slap on your ass, Jeongguk taking your hips and maneuvering your lower body up. As soon as you get on all fours, you feel the tip of his dick grazing your entrance.
"Ass up," He says in his deep tone as another slap on your butt echoes in his room again, but this time harsher. It elicits another lewd sound from you. "You like that?"
You bury your face in the bed, mumbling a breathy, "Yeah".
"Hm. What a good girl. Not right now, though, I need to fuck you stupid."
You cry out a drawn-out mewl when he inserts a finger into your pussy to check if you were wet enough. Seemingly satisfied with how quick you almost swallow his digit, he hums behind you once again, gripping your hips tighter this time and you ready yourself.
You let out a simultaneous moan when the first inch of Jeongguk's dick enters your pussy, your grip on the black sheets making your veins almost jump out from your skin.
"Fuck, so wet–" From behind, Jeongguk slowly and gradually slips himself into you, his free hand coming up to your hip as if it was some form of leverage for him to not slam his hips into you a little too quickly. "You're so fucking tight, baby – shit. You okay?"
You nod your head, looking back at him. At the sight of your fucked out face, Jeongguk melts and couldn't help himself and leans down to catch your parted mouth on his own, making you moan into the kiss as more of his length slides into you.
"Gguk–" you choke out, feeling his cock grazing a certain spot inside you. "move please. I need it, fuck me."
"Yeah yeah, I know, angel – just, fuck. You're so tight. I need you to stop clenching around me." He says and you can hear the tone of pain in his voice, his hairline sticking to his forehead and looking like an absolute sin behind you.
It's not like you could control the muscles of your vagina. He's just so big and you're so tight, and again, you haven't gotten any action for what feels like a decade now. This is basically your first sexual encounter with another person in a long while and Jeongguk's just overwhelming. His dick already feels so snug inside you and you doubt it's even all in.
His hand comes up to fondle your breast, pulling on your nipple and nipping the skin of your bare back, then you feel it. You feel the way he experiments on pulling back his cock slowly and pushing it back in your leaking arousal, making you gasp.
Soon, he's doing it a little faster than the controlled pace he started with.
"Fuck – faster, Gguk, faster. I can take it." You whine, fisting his sheets in your hand. Jeongguk groans behind you and does as he's told.
Lewd sounds coming out from both your mouths (but from yours, mostly) soon filled Jeongguk's quiet room. His hard cock ramming into your wet hole deliciously, hands roaming around your body as if he doesn't know where to touch. Or he knows, just that he wanted to touch everything all at once.
And you're a mess under him, your arms had long given up from holding yourself at a particularly hard thrust from him some time ago but he keeps your ass up for him as he grips them with his huge hands, fucking into you in a harsher pace once you got over the mildly uncomfortable sting of his cock that almost felt like it was splitting you in half.
"You like it, baby?" Jeongguk whispers, gathering your hair to the side to kiss the apple of your check. He pulls his cock tantalizingly slow that you whine, which was cut off by the sloppy kiss he gives you that you returned instantly, even though all you were just doing was feel his tongue brushing against yours. Then he pushes his length back in with a hard thrust, making you cry out. "You like when I do that, uh? Like it rough?"
"Y-yes, yes," At your hushed, incoherent response, Jeongguk proceeds to continue with the same sharp and quick pace, jackhammering into your pussy until the pleasure in your core is all that you can think of, another knot forming in your stomach ready to be let go.
"Jeongguk–! C-close,"
A squeal leaves your lips as Jeongguk suddenly flips you on your back, inked arm manhandling you. He doesn't waste any bit of second as he plunges his cock right back in your hole, your warm walls sucking him so easily.
His body was pure heat against yours, his length hitting all your spots it makes your eyes roll back to your head, pathetic sobs coming out of your mouth as he picks up a more brisk pace. Then he hooks his arms under your knees, lifting your legs up so he could get a better support for his vigorous pounding.
He could watch you like this all day. Naked, legs spread out for him, pussy stuffed with his cock, tits bouncing and lips parting as he continues to fuck into you. You look absolutely beautiful in this state so he leans down to connect your lips to his, your moans swallowed by his kisses.
"I'm gonna cum," you whimper as his mouth begins to trail kisses down your neck, licking your pulse points and making you hotter than you already are.
Jeongguk could feel that you are indeed close, your walls clenching around his cock like a vice and your breathing getting more shallow as each second passes. He grips your thighs and goes back to giving you deeper strokes this time rather than the quick ones, the slow roll of his hips making his cock brush over your sensitive spots.
"You wanna cum?" Jeongguk says in between his own labored breaths, his fingers giving a mean tug on your nipple making you whine. "Then cum. Let go for me, pretty."
You throw your head back, feeling lightheaded, like you're mindlessly swimming in an ocean; no thoughts, just pure bliss. Just Jeongguk driving you to cloud nine until your orgasm hits you.
The feeling built up slowly and oh so deliciously you could barely keep your eyes open until you finally let go.
Jeongguk lets out a shaky breath against your skin, hips stuttering in their ministrations as he feels your walls fluttering around his dick, your cries of pleasure echoing off his room. Your hips fidgeted, feeling the drainage of energy starting to take over you.
He grunts. "You're amazing, cumming around me like that." His hand trails up to your breast, fondling the soft flesh while the other keeps your hip in lock, pounding into your pussy to reach his own high.
"Cum for me, Jeongguk, p-please cum for me," You say, voice above a whisper, pussy already starting to feel sensitive at his incessant thrusts.
He has definitely been holding back for a lengthy time, so it's not long after he follows your state of bliss, shooting his load into the sheer latex around his cock.
"F-fucking shit," he curses out, and he feels you clamping around his length again. He prolongs his pleasure by thrusting into you a few more times, getting you both down to your high.
Soon after, he lets go of your legs, collapsing on top of you, lips pressing tiny, open-mouthed kisses across your chest. You lie there, arms spread out on his mattress as you let yourselves indulge in the post-coital bliss for a moment until the wetness in your core starts to feel uncomfortable.
Jeongguk notices this, grunting when he picks himself up to hover over you, both of you letting a a drawn-out moan at the same time when he slides out his cock from your heat, your cum dripping down your pussy. Jeongguk takes the condom off himself, ties it and throws it in the bin under his bedside table and snuggles in your chest again, kissing the peak of one of your nipples, the one that was pierced.
Maybe it's just the horny part of your brain speaking, the one who finally got the action she needed for these past few months – but that was probably inside the top three of the best orgasms you've ever had, and it's surely not occupying the third spot.
"So, was I good?" Jeongguk suddenly asks, a playful tone evident in his voice, head coming out from your chest.
You don't know why but you had the urge to run your fingers through his sweaty hairline, and so you did, giving him an amused smile. He gives you one of his own in return, clearly enjoying the way you were caressing his scalp.
"Wasn't bad."
"You're definitely lying." He says and you only chuckle, not bothering to argue because he knows that you know he definitely did well, he just wants an ego boost. As if he needs more of that. "Your boobs are so… squishy."
The comment makes you roll your eyes. But you let him lie there for a little while.
"Gguk," you call him after a few seconds, voice a little airy. In fact, your throat feels dry like sand paper, probably from all the sobbing you did earlier. You suddenly grow embarrassed at the thought of his neighbor possibly hearing you. Poor Mrs. Kim if she did.
Jeongguk hums in your chest.
"We should clean up." You pat at his biceps, getting him to get off you because to be honest, his big body is squeezing you and you're still recovering from that impromptu cardio. You might actually pass out.
Grunting, he picks himself up, pressing a quick kiss to your mouth. "Let me just get a towel." He says, standing up from the bed and heading towards his bathroom.
You watch his retrieving form, a bit dejected that you got so little time to admire his muscular back and sculpted ass, but he returns soon after, giving you a wet cloth. You offer him a small smile.
"I have some shirts here you could wear… but are boxers okay for you?" He asks, already going to his closet to pick up pieces of clothing.
It wouldn't be the first time you sleep over at his house, but given the circumstances right now, you can't help but suddenly feel weird about it.
You just had sex with your best friend, and you're reminded with the deal you made back in his living room again.
You wonder if Jeongguk is thinking the same; feeling the same things as you, but as you look at his face, expecting for your answer, you decide that you're too tired to intellectualize everything that's going on. You did say that you'd get on the technicalities of this incoming… situationship in the morning.
So you set aside your anxious thoughts, giving him a nod.
Once you're both fully clothed, him in a grey sweatpants and you in an oversized shirt and a fresh pair of boxers, you don't question anything as he lies beside you on the bed, positioning himself behind you, his front pressed to your back.
"You're fine with this?" He whispers against your hair, his thumb caressing your hip.
In response, you snuggle closer to his arm where your head is lying on, your eyes remaining closed as you hummed.
"I like it."
The last thing you hear before you fall asleep is a gentle and soft, "Good night."
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You woke up that morning without Jeongguk on his side of the bed. Paying no mind to it, you went straight to the bathroom and did your morning routine, not bothering to change out of Jeongguk's clothes as you padded downstairs, smelling the aroma of bacon.
As you reach the kitchen, you see Jeongguk's back turned to you, facing the cooking stove, wearing the same sweatpants from last night with nothing on the upper part of his body.
You smile, leaning your elbows on the kitchen counter as you watch him. "Hi, Gordon Ramsay."
Before he could respond though, a series of barks echo off the whole room, and you watch as the chestnut-colored Doberman rises from his lying position on the bean bag from across the room and excitedly runs to you.
"Hello, Bamie!" You greet the dog cheerfully, and he was just as enthusiastic, mouth hanging open, his tongue out, and the waggles of his tail making you giggle.
Bam jumps to you and you let out an "oof", catching his big body. You hear Jeongguk laugh, probably watching your interaction.
"He's been grumpy all morning even though I already fed him," you turn to look at him seeing that he's also doing the same while you scratch Bam's body. "It's unfair how he's all happy now that he sees you."
The dog barks and that made you and Jeongguk laugh in unison.
"I've always been his favorite between us," you say, throwing Jeongguk a smirk before you look at Bam again. "Isn't that right, Bamie?"
Bam wags his tail and barks once again, enjoying the way you are now caressing his face.
Jeongguk shakes his head. "He's a mama's boy, I guess." You chuckle at him when he rolls his eyes. "Good morning, by the way. You slept okay?"
You nod, dropping Bam in your hold and he follows you as you go to the kitchen counter again, this time seating yourself on one of the high stools.
"You really cook shirtless?" You comment on Jeongguk's naked upper body. "Aren't you afraid of grease popping up or something."
Just as you said that, Jeongguk turns off the stove and places the bacon on a plate where there are also fried eggs and toasted bread. He walks over to you and offers you the plate.
"Nah, I'm trying to impress you." He jokes and that gets a giggle from you.
"I am pretty much impressed. You have a whole male-wife vibe going on right now." You say, eyeing his body.
"Only for you, baby." He flirts, but there's a light and playful tone in his voice and he earns another chuckle from you.
You feel Bam nosing at your shin so you look down at him. You hum, forking the fried egg and chewing on it. The dog woofed and you immediately crouched to stroke his head.
"You're leaving? Wanna go to the living room again?" You coo at him and he barks again. Having a huge smile on your face, you look at Jeongguk who's watching you with a mug propped up on his face.
"Awe, look at him. He's asking me permission if he can leave my side," You say and turn to Bam again. "Okay, baby, go play there. Your daddy and I are going to eat."
Soon after, Bam is running towards the living room again, probably playing with a toy or lying on his bean bag.
"He really likes you too much," Jeongguk says, shaking his head. But he has a fond look on his face, making you smile.
"Well, I've been around since he was a baby." You shrug, continuing to eat what he prepared for you.
Jeongguk adopted Bam seven months ago, going for it after wanting to get a dog for literal years. You remember being there when he went to the dog shelter and signed the papers, as well as going with him to the mall to buy Bam's stuff. He was so small then and now he's turned into a huge puppy who always tries to protect Jeongguk, which he couldn't take seriously because Bam is too cute. And as much as Jeongguk tells you that Bam loves you too much, you know that dog loves him a hundred times more.
"When are you going to work?" You ask, looking up at him as he takes the toasted bread from the plate.
"At 10," he says and goes for his coffee again. "It's still 7."
You talk about some things for a little while, and when the conversation about your BAR review comes up, he seems to suddenly remember something.
"About that… you said something about a contract last night."
You halt at his words. The series of events last night promptly flashed before your eyes. Starting from you both seeing each other at Namjoon's party, to you agreeing to be each other's fuck buddy and fucking.
There's heat that forms in your stomach, remembering how last night played out on his couch and on his bed.
But you try to play it cool.
"Yeah. We should make it right now."
"So," Jeongguk starts. "We should start with the rules you wanna make."
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"Are we gonna add the classic, 'Do not fall in love' rule?" Jeongguk says with a snort and you join him.
"No, let's not be cliche in this one fine early morning, okay?"
You take the paper from him and look over the contract you made.
It contains the general gist of your situationship and your chosen terms. Like how you said you both are not gonna be exclusive and you can still definitely see other people, as long as one informs the other, and other things like sexual preferences. You specifically said no to butt stuff. On the bottom part of the paper are your signatures.
You would probably get it notarized. Just because.
"Well, what happens if either one of us catches feelings, then?" He asks.
You raised your eyebrow at that.
"I'm pretty sure that's not gonna happen, it's not like we're diving into this and pretending that we're in a romantic relationship. It's just fucking." You shrug, looking down to proofread the contract again.
"You're sure about that? I'm pretty likeable." Jeongguk jokes and you shake your head, laughing.
"So cocky," you scoff.
Seconds after, Jeongguk sighs. "But I'm serious. What if it does happen? Am I allowed to police your feelings? Or, are you allowed to police my feelings?"
His words make you think. He's got a point. You're not putting down the "don't fall in love" rule because it's stupid, but…
"We're both adults, Gguk," you look up at Jeongguk and offer him a small smile. "I'm pretty sure we can talk about it properly if it happens."
"Right." Jeongguk eyes the paper in your hands. "You're really serious about this contract thing, huh? I bet you're gonna get that printed."
You roll your eyes. "I'm being responsible. Agreements should always be written on contracts."
Jeongguk shakes his head, a snigger coming out his mouth but he immediately stops when he sees you glaring at him. He raises both his hands as if to surrender to you.
You scowl and turn your back at him while he resumes to chuckling again.
Silence engulfs you then.
You offered to wash the dishes while Jeongguk busies himself with making a protein shake, saying something about sneaking in a 20-minute exercise in his (not really) small gym room before he goes to work.
You're drying the plates when suddenly, you can feel a heavy weight pressing right to your back. Your cheeks heat as you see an inked arm stretched above your head, getting something from one of the cupboards.
Without looking at Jeongguk, you deadpan. "Really."
Behind you, he laughs. "Is this not working?"
"Your lame ass right now."
"Goddamn it." he says, pretending to sound hurt as he brings his empty hand back down to his sides.
What you do not expect is for him to suddenly hold your hips, slightly pushing you against his body, making your breath hitch. You could feel his hand creeping up under the shirt you're wearing as he whispers against your ear, "Still not working, hm?"
"Gguk…"
"God, I was so fucking hard when I woke up, I had to take care of it in the bathroom," you gasp at his lewd words, totally not expecting this turn of events. Jeongguk's hand roams further up your body until his fingers are at the waistband of the boxers that you're wearing. "Can I touch you?"
You nod frantically as his hand teases the bare skin of your stomach, the other gripping your hips tight. As you feel closer to his body, something pokes on your lower back.
"Words. I need to hear you, baby." Jeongguk hissed in your ear.
"Y-yes. Please touch me."
That's all Jeongguk needed to start touching you right there in his kitchen.
Soon after, you're a panting mess seated on the kitchen counter, boobs out while Jeongguk comes up from between your legs to kiss you on the mouth again. You made out for a little while until you told him that you need to shower and he needs to go to work.
The morning goes as simply as that. Jeongguk offered to drive you home but it was already nearing 9 so you refused, getting an Uber yourself after saying bye to Bam.
When you get home, smelling like Jeongguk's body wash, you drop yourself dramatically on your bed and stare at your ceiling.
Your core still feels sensitive from the way Jeongguk made you cum on his tongue this morning, and the thought of that made blood rush through your cheeks.
Are you really doing this with him?
A ding from your phone catches your attention.
gguk😒 [9:56am]: we're really doing this? u still have time to back out lol
You bite your lower lip, typing out a reply.
you [9:56am]: is this u trying to tell me that /you/ wanna back out
gguk😒 [9:57am]: never. pussy bomb as fuck
you [9:57am]: and here i thought u were a feminist
gguk😒 [9:57am]: i am i literally love pussy gguk😒 [9:57am]: esp your pussy 😜 my newfound discovery i love it #womenarethebest
You really should be disgusted but you find yourself chuckling.
you [9:57am]: YOURE A PIG
gguk😒 [9:58am]: your pig 🥰
you [9:58am]: go to work????? geez
gguk😒 [9:58am]: yes ma'am! gguk😒 [9:58am]: wait r u into femdom
Yeah, you're definitely doing this with him.
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valentine’s date | jjk
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⏤ pairing: reporter!jungkook x female reader
⏤ genre: fake dating au, coworkers to lovers, friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, angst, fluff, and smut
⏤ rating: 18+
⏤ warnings: alcohol consumption, a lot of making out, dom!jungkook, big cock!jungkook, oral sex (m receiving), swearing, some teasing, pet names, praising, a bit of jealousy, hickeys, penetrative sex, protected sex, and unprotected sex, rough sex, creampie, overstimulation, and multiple orgasms
⏤ words: 12,949
⏤ summary: Every year, on the 13th of February, your family gathers together to celebrate love, it’s your own kind of Valentine’s Day before the actual day. This year is going to be different because, for the first time in years, you’re single but your parents pressured you to find someone otherwise they’ll bring someone for you. Although you love your parents, and you know this comes as a caring act, you don’t trust their tastes. So, you propose to your coworker, Jungkook, to come with you to save you from embarrassment. But nothing goes as planned since both of you have feelings for the other.
⏤ author’s note: well, you can finally found the new version of this fic! honestly, there aren’t big changes, i mostly just rewrote the entire thing and added a bit of things here and there but the fic is still the same! i hope you’ll still like this version of the fic, please let me know what you think of it! thanks for all your love & support! ❤️
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As every day you enter the building of the biggest broadcasting company in the country, Jung Broadcasting Corporation, known as JBC. This is where you have been working for the past five years, and you absolutely love what you do. But today is not a normal day for several reasons. Reasons that you just don’t want to think about right now.
Quickly you run to the elevator whose doors are about to close. Since you’re in a rush, you don’t pay too much attention to the people inside, only noticing how full it is. The only thing you want is to quickly go to your desk and disappear for the entire day like every day. You just want this day to be a normal one although you feel it’s never going to be a normal day at all.  
Readjusting your glasses, you jump when a very familiar voice in the back of the elevator says your name.  
“Hey, Yn.”
Your heart starts pounding hard in your chest while a big bright smile appears on your face. This deep but cute voice is a voice you could recognize everywhere, even in a very crowded room just like right now. This voice comes from the one and only, Jeon Jungkook. Yes, you read it well, Jeon Jungkook.
Not only is he the most famous sports reporter in the country but he’s also the hottest man of the year. Just a quick look at this elevator is proof of it. All the women inside it are completely mesmerized by him, and all the men are just jealous that he’s inside this small metallic cabin.
But as he raises his voice to speak to you, everybody raises an eyebrow, wondering who he’s even talking to. As cliché as it might sound, you literally look like a nerdy girl coming straight out of a crappy romantic movie. You’re very insecure about yourself, you barely put any makeup on, you wear glasses and you work in the IT department of this huge company. Most people here don’t know who you are because you’re invisible.
Never in five years have you done anything to draw any attention to you. The less people know about who you truly are, the better it is. You’ve grown up in a world where your last name could open all the doors you want, and it definitely helped to be where you are today. But you don’t want everyone here to know who you are because you know that they’ll speak to you by interest.  
But sometimes, some people notice when you speak to Jungkook. Every single employee of this company knows who he is, and when he’s with a girl, everybody sees it. But somehow, they all just figure out that you two are just friends. You always thought that maybe it’s because a man like him is supposed to date some kind of model and not a girl like you.  
As you turn your head, your smile grows when you see his handsome face. God, you hate him for being so perfect. How can even a man be this perfect? You only see his face at the end of the elevator, and you’re thankful you don’t have a full view of his body, knowing just perfectly how it would drive you completely crazy. His face is enough although you know he’s going to haunt your entire day.  
“Good morning, Jeon.” You answer before looking away.  
You look away to avoid letting everyone know in this room the huge crush you have on this man. You don’t want him or anyone to know about it because you prefer to live in your own bubble, imagining that maybe a tiny little part of him is interested in you. Although you’re convinced that he doesn’t give two shits about you in a romantic way.
The doors of the elevators open on the fifth floor where you work, making you walk as fast as possible. If you disappear under your workload, nobody will notice you which is exactly what you want. Jungkook watches you walk away with a bright smile on his face. Nothing bad can happen now that he saw you.  
“Today, Jin is coming.” Your coworker, Ha-neul says with excitement.
This is what you’re avoiding today, and one of the reasons why today is going to be different. Jin is non-other than your brother but also a very famous actor that is coming today to your workplace to sign a contract with JBC for a new drama.
From what he told you, he’s going to play the main character in a historical drama. Of course, he didn’t give you more details because he just can’t but the fact that it’s a historical drama makes you want to know more about it.
“I know.” You reply, sitting down on your chair while your computer starts.
Being his sister is one of the things you hide from everyone. Why? Because everyone would suddenly notice you and would want to speak with you just to get somehow closer to him. You don’t want that. You want people to look at you because they’re interested in you.
“That man is just so handsome!” She says, imagining his sweet face.
He’s your brother so you just don’t find him attractive at all. Annoying, for sure but not handsome.  
“We most probably won’t see him.” You add.
You’re sure of that, you’re working in the IT department, a place where an actor would never come. Jin promised you yesterday that he wasn’t going to visit you because he just knows how uncomfortable it would make you feel. Your big brother grew up, watching you blossom in a totally different way than everyone in your family. You’re shy, extremely shy and he respects that although he really wants to show the world how smart you are.
“I know, I was just hoping that in a way, we’d see him.”
As you look up at one of the screens that broadcast the show of Jungkook, you feel completely hypnotized by him. A year ago, you would have never imagined that you’d be single by now and have a huge crush on Jungkook, the coworker that you always saw as a simple friend.
But today everything has changed. Taehwan broke up with you almost a year ago, just a week after Valentine’s Day. That was devastating but you had to turn the page. You simply couldn’t live a life crying over a man that just didn’t care about you anymore. The three years spent with him were amazing but you needed to move on from it. It was easier said than done but eventually, the heartbreak faded away.
Today, just a couple of days prior to Valentine's Day, you’re completely single, something that your parents don’t really seem to accept. They loved Taehwan but your mother insulted him of all the possible names when he broke up with you. All they want now is your happiness and they have seen how miserable you have felt for the past year. So, to help you to find your happiness again, they pressured you to find someone for the annual 13th of February family gathering otherwise they’ll find someone for you.
You desperately need to find someone because you don’t really trust your parents’ tastes. They’ll probably invite the son of their neighbor, Taehyung but you don’t want to be with someone whose name sounds just like your ex’s name. You’re sure that he’s a good boy but you’ll just think about his name.
You growl with frustration before focusing on your work.
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Although you consider that Jungkook doesn’t like you, the truth is that he has a massive crush on you. The man only thinks about you all day long.
Unlike what everyone thinks, Jungkook is not interested in models and other kinds of superficial women. That definitely is not his type. He values more than just the appearance of someone because a woman can be interesting in so many ways. And with you, he talks a lot, making him learn tons of things about you in the past five years.
What he loves is to join you at lunch breaks to hear you talk about what you did the previous day or what you thought about the show he presented the day before. It’s always feedback that he appreciates and that he takes into consideration for the next shows. Sometimes, he feels that he owes a huge part of his success to you because without your honest feedbacks, he wouldn’t have evolved this much.  
“This is Yn, how can I help you?”
Jungkook smiles as he hears your voice, he has been waiting for this moment since the second he saw you entering the elevator in a rush this morning, finding you extremely cute as you were walking fast.
Five years ago, when you were both starting in the company, every time he’d call the IT department, it was always you that would answer him and help him with his IT issues. But now that you’ve both grown inside this huge company, he knows your number by heart and calls it every time he faces an issue, or at least a ‘supposed’ one.  
“Hi, Yn.” He replies. “It’s Jungkook.”
He didn’t need to introduce himself, you already knew it was him. Just like him, you now know his number by heart. Every time it appears on your desk phone’s screen, you smile like an idiot because it truly makes you happy that he chooses you over all the people in the IT department.
The sports reporter knows how lucky he is that he can deal with you when he has an issue. The structure of the company allows him to contact you because you were assigned with the VIP Team, a team that Jungkook is part of since he’s very important in the company. Only a few people of the IT department are assigned to the VIP Team, something that you’re really proud of because you managed by yourself to be assigned to those persons.
It’s not easy every day because some of those important people are always mean but Jungkook is far from being like that. Seeing his number always warms your little heart because you know that with him, you’ll laugh.
“I know it’s you, Jeon.” You reply.
The simple fact that you admit knowing his number makes his heart swell with happiness.
“Tell me what’s your issue today.”
He takes his time to explain what’s the matter today with his computer, a problem that you easily solve. You always solve his problem quite quickly but you both start talking about some other random things.
“Every girl in the office is fangirling over Jin today, completely ignoring me.” You giggle when he mentions the fact that nobody is paying attention to him today.
“It’s temporary, Jin is just here for today.” You reply. “Tomorrow, everything will be back to normal.”
You desperately want things to go back to normal, you’re just tired of hearing your coworkers talking about your brother. To you, he’s just a regular guy but it seems that everyone in this office finds him extremely handsome, but you’re the first one to admit how talented he is as an actor. You’ve been his first fan and supporter since he has dreamed of becoming an actor.
“I hope so!” He says with a big smile on his face. “I don’t like sharing my fans with someone else.”
You know he’s joking, he doesn’t like to brag about his “hottest man of the year” award because it makes him uncomfortable. It doesn’t seem like it but Jungkook can be very shy, extremely shy even though you’re convinced that he’s not shy at all. The man seems to breathe confidence all the time.
“You should let him know that.” You tease him a little.
“He’ll just tell me to go fuck myself.” He giggles while he quickly looks around, noticing that it’s almost time for him to present his daily sports show but he doesn’t want to leave you.
You desperately want to defend your brother but Jungkook doesn’t know, so you just don’t do it. Maybe one day, you’ll find the courage to tell him the truth and to let him know who you truly are. But it’s probably not going to be anytime soon.
“Maybe not.” You reply. “Maybe he’s a nice person, and he’ll just accept the fact that you don’t want to share your fans.”
Jungkook can’t help but smile even more. He loves that side of you, the side that just sees the good in everyone and everything. That side of you has given him so much hope, making him see also the positive side of life when it gets too hard.
“I have to go, Yn but thanks for your help and time.”
“Don’t worry, Jeon. It’s my job.” You say. “Good luck with your show.”
With your good wishes, he knows everything is going to be fine.
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When you leave your desk and walk to the elevator to go to the restaurant of the building for your lunch break, you find Jungkook waiting for you in front of the elevator. That’s where you both meet before going to the restaurant together. Once there, you usually join Jimin and Yoongi, two other colleagues with whom you get along very well.
You don’t have many friends due to the fact that you’re extremely shy but the few friends you have are literally the best persons on earth. Nothing would ever make sense in your life without them. You simply can’t imagine having your lunch break without those three crackheads.
“I’ve been waiting here for an eternity.” He says with a grin on his face. “I had the time to die and come back to life.”
You laugh, shaking your head. That man is always exaggerating as if he doesn’t know any limits.  
“So now JBC's hottest sports reporter is some kind of phoenix?” You say, raising an eyebrow before bowing to him.
“You’re so slow, Yn.” He bows back to you before pressing the button to call the elevator. “Next time, I’ll let you go by yourself to the restaurant.”
You roll your eyes, knowing perfectly that he’ll come every day. He keeps repeating that every time you take a bit more time than usual but he always waits for you, a fact that warms your fragile little heart. You deeply cherish everything he does for you.  
“Next time, I’ll make sure to take even more time.” You say, making him chuckle at your words. What he likes about you is that you’re not scared to tease him back. He doesn’t do it with a lot of people because he’s not sure how they’ll react but with you, he knows that you won’t hold back.
The elevator arrives, the both of you entering the small cabin. This time around it’s empty, there’s just you and Jungkook inside of it. Weirdly enough, you don’t feel awkward or embarrassed to be just with him. Your phone rings, letting you know that you’ve received a message. You take it from your bag before taking a quick look at it.
Jungkook glances down at you, smiling as he notices your reaction. You scrunch your nose as you sigh before quickly playing with the end of your hair. Without an ounce of hesitation, he’d say that you’re most probably exasperated with what you just saw. You always do it when something bothers you.
In fact, you’ve received several messages from your mother. She sent you pictures of the famous Taehyung, most probably pictures that she asked her friend because she wants to show you how handsome the man is. The pictures are followed by a little description of what he does in life, it seems that he’s working as a saxophonist in the orchestra of Seoul. That’s very prestigious, not everyone can enter that orchestra, only the best of the best can make it.
For a mere moment, you take the time to look at the pictures. For sure the little glasses give him a certain charm but he looks too serious. He isn’t ugly at all but you’re stuck with the Tae, reminding you once again of your ex. It’s not his fault at all but everything would have been better if his name didn’t start with Tae.
Plus, you have a man that is a million times hotter than him just next to you. At least that’s your opinion. But it just makes you laugh how your mother is trying hard to put you with her neighbor’s son. You know it comes with a very good intention, she just wants you to be happy. Although, you’re not sure that this Taehyung can make you happy.
“My mother is terrible.” You roll your eyes for the millionth time today.
“I guess that’s how mothers are.” Jungkook replies. You gaze up at him, biting the inside of your cheek as you take in how beautiful he is.
“My mother is extra terrible.” You add before taking a deep breath to explain to him what is going on. “Every year, my parents organize a Valentine’s Day with all the family on the 13th and basically, we have to bring someone with us. For the past couple of years, I was with Taehwan so he was coming with me but this year, I don’t have anyone.”
You look away, not wanting to stare into his eyes as you admit that you’re completely alone. But as you look in front of you, you just realize that maybe Jungkook can be the one to save you from the embarrassment of having to spend the whole day with Taehyung. Things are for sure going to be awkward with him because you both don’t know each other, and you’ll have to discover him through a very embarrassing dinner with your family.  
“So, if I don’t find anyone, they’ll invite their friends’ son.” You look at the pictures on your phone before shoving them on his face. “That’s him.”  
Jungkook is surprised but glad that you showed it to him. His hands rest over yours while he looks at the man in the pictures. He’d be lying if he said that Taehyung is ugly, making him feel kind of jealous. What if you end up liking him?
The elevator’s doors open, announcing that it’s your way out. You walk with Jungkook, your fingers playing together as you wonder how you can even ask him anything.  
“I don’t want my parents to bring someone that I don’t know and that would make me feel deeply uncomfortable.” You start saying, halting in an empty hallway. Jungkook looks down at you, understanding that this has taken a serious and deep turn. “Would you accept to go with me?” You don’t even let him say anything that you’re already explaining why. “We are friends and I trust you a lot,” you’d entrust your life to him without any hesitation, “plus, my parents will leave me alone if I bring someone…”
Jungkook smiles while shaking his head. Even if you hadn’t asked him, he would have probably ended up proposing to save you from your crazy parents. His chest swells with happiness because he feels like a superhero.
“You don’t have to give me any explanations, Yn.” His hand goes to your shoulder before moving down to your arm, caressing it in a comforting way. “I’d love to go with you.”
A smile appears on your face as you hear his answer before hugging him. He’s definitely going to save you from a very awkward first date with Taehyung, and he’s going to spare that poor guy an embarrassing night. But now, it’s Jungkook who will probably spend an inconvenient moment with your family.
Jungkook’s heart warms as he feels your arms wrap around him. Being this close to you is something that doesn’t happen very often but he’s extremely happy when it does, it just gives him hope that maybe you feel the same way about him.
“Thank you, Jungkook,” you take a step back with a smile still on your face.
You swear that you’ve never seen a man as handsome as him. His black hair is perfectly pushed back but there are some strands falling on his face, making him look like an ethereal prince. But never before have you met someone with such a big heart. There’s no doubt that anybody else would have never accepted straight away.
His right hand gives your arm a little squeeze before he quickly glances away. There is a little spark in your eyes that is making him extremely weak, he just can’t look at you right now otherwise he’ll just surrender and kiss you when he simply doesn’t know if his feelings are reciprocated.
“We should get going before Jimin starts whining,” he says as he starts walking in the restaurant’s direction.
Jimin always complains when you and Jungkook take too much time to arrive, he simply hates to wait before eating since he’s always super hungry. That man absolutely loves the food of the restaurant, he just doesn’t want all of it to disappear, and you certainly aren’t the person who is going to blame him. The dishes prepared by this restaurant are just extremely exquisite.
Jungkook is walking in front of you, leading the way to the restaurant. As you walk behind him, you notice how everyone turns their head on him but nobody seems to notice you at all. It’s like you’re completely invisible.
This reminds you a lot of the relation you have with your brother. Jin has always been the one to easily grab people's attention while you always have been walking on his shadow, hidden from everyone. But it has always been your favourite spot because you hate people’s eyes on you. As your eyes look around you, you realize that you have fallen for a man that is simply like your brother. A man with a big heart and with a massive charisma.
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Today is finally the 13th of February.
Jungkook should be coming at any minute to drive you both to your parents’ house. For the past three days, you’ve been trying to tell him who your father and brother are. But it has been very difficult, you never knew how to explain that he’ll be sitting in front of the man that stole his fans when he came to the JBC building.  
You take one last look at your figure, checking the blue dress you put on. This dress is the one you bought last year in hopes to wear it this year and impress Taehwan but unfortunately, you won’t impress him this year. For the past three days, you were overthinking if you should still wear the dress, only to make you realize that this day is about celebrating yourself first. So, you decided to wear it no matter what. But you’re secretly hoping that Jungkook will love it.
For the makeup, you decided to go with something very simple, just some foundation and mascara. That’s already a lot for you, you always preferred to not wear any makeup but for special occasions, you love to get pretty. Since your eyes can’t bear contact lenses, you have to put on your glasses otherwise you don’t see a damn thing.  
When you announced two days ago to your mother that you were coming with someone, she was a bit disappointed because she really wanted to introduce Taehyung to you. She’s truly convinced that he’s the perfect man for you. So, in the middle of a panic situation, you just told her that you’ve been dating Jungkook for a little while but since it was still the beginning of your relationship, you hid it.
The moment you hang up, you hated yourself for not being able to say the truth to your mother but weirdly enough, Jungkook just agreed to pretend to be with you as if it was totally normal. What you ignored was that he was more than happy to pretend to be your boyfriend and to have an excuse to touch you just the way he has been craving for a couple of months.
Somebody knocks at your door, you’d say that it’s Jungkook since it is already 7 pm. The dinner is supposed to start around 8 pm but your parents asked you to be there around 7.30 pm. Your mother desperately wants to start dinner at 8, so everyone has to arrive at least thirty minutes before.
As you open the door of your apartment, you’re graced with a Jungkook wearing a long black coat that prevents you from seeing what he’s wearing under it although you can see the end of his black skinny jeans with the black classic boots. He’s all handsome. You feel blessed to see him like this but you definitely can’t wait to see his outfit under his long coat.
Jungkook is completely blown away by your beauty. That cute blue dress embraces your body perfectly, revealing your insanely perfect curves to him. Just with this view, he knows it’s going to be hard for him to hide how attracted he is to you.  
“Hey, Jeon.” You say with a bright smile on your face.
His eyes ride up to meet yours. “Hey, Yn.” He says swallowing hard. “You look really pretty.”
Jungkook can count the moments a woman left him speechless, but this right here surpasses everything. He just doesn’t know what to say or what to even think other than you’re fucking sexy and hot. He feels more than lucky to be able to spend the night with you in this blue sexy dress.
“I just need to put on my coat, and take my purse.” You inform him before letting him come inside your apartment.
The man from Busan is surprised to see how huge your apartment is, he was expecting something much smaller since you’re not a woman of excess. But he ignores that your mother bought this apartment for you when you decided to leave your parents’ house because she wanted you to still have a very comfortable place to live.
It is too huge for you but this makes you think of your mother. This apartment is just a proof of all the love she has for you. A caring love that helps you to sleep at night when you miss her dearly, and coming here after work every day, just feels like being into your mother’s comforting arms.  
Nevertheless, your apartment is decorated just the way he envisioned it. It’s mostly white with just the necessary things to live. Everything is perfectly organized, nothing is out of its place. This apartment is just a material image of who you are, Jungkook sees it which makes him smile.  
Barely a minute later, you appear with your coat, shoes on, and bag in your hand, ready to leave your place to join your family. Your heart is hammering harshly in your chest as you realize that you’re going to pretend to be dating your crush. This is going to be a very intense night, you know it.
“Let’s go!” You tell him with still a smile on your face.
He nods before you both leave your place and walk to his car parked not too far from the building where you live. Unconsciously his right-hand goes to your lower back while you both walk, holding you close and warm against his body.  
“So, just to be sure we have the same version.” Jungkook starts saying, glancing straight in front of him. “We’re working in the same company, JBC, we’ve been friends since we both started there and two months ago, we realized we had feelings for each other and started dating.”
That’s a very simplified version of what you both decided to tell your family. Basically, everything is based on your real relationship, everything will be easier if you keep some truth, but a small part will change. Two months ago, Jungkook wanted to thank you properly for all the help you’ve given him for the past five years and he invited you to go out. That night, you both realized that there was more than friendship between the two of you which led to you trying to date. Apparently, it seems to be working since you’re still together.
“Yes, that’s it.”
Even though it’s a lie, Jungkook knows that he won’t have any problem pretending that he loves you. The feelings are already there, he just needs to finally let them out which makes him kind of nervous because he’s scared that you’ll realize that he truly loves you more than a friend. He’s convinced that it’s not a mutual feeling, that you just don’t like him the way he does. It’d be hard for him.
“Let’s just hope my parents don’t start asking too many questions.” You say.
You know you’re a terrible liar, you won’t be able to invent something more than what you have already elaborated with him. You know that if your parents start asking too many questions, your true feelings for Jungkook will just bloom out, something you don’t want your friend to discover.  
He stops walking in front of his Mercedes GLC. It’s not the first time you see his car but damn, every time you’re impressed by it. You’ve seen much more expensive cars but this car is a hell of a pretty car. Jungkook loves to watch that wonder in your eyes, it just makes him realize how precious life can be.
“Always so in love with my car.” He says.
“How can I not love this car?” You reply. “Have you just seen it?” Your eyes look up, locking with his.
“I see it every day, Yn.” He winks at you before opening the passenger door for you, letting you get inside. Your eyes can’t stop looking at it with marvel, it’s like you’re a kid receiving a Christmas gift two months later. The car is even prettier inside.
This is your first time inside his car, and his strong scent completely fills it. It almost feels like you’re hugging Jungkook, his scent being the only thing your nose seems to smell. But it also feels like you’ve invaded his personal space, like you’ve stepped into Jungkook’s personal life, and you’re for sure not going to complain about it.
Seconds later, he enters the car and starts driving to your parents’ place. As you give him the address, he instantly knows that it’s where the wealthiest people of Korea live. It makes him a bit more nervous because it means that your parents are not just some random Koreans.
During the drive, you both sing along to all the songs, making you giggle when one of you starts singing off key. Jungkook purposely keeps singing off key just to hear you giggle, nothing makes him feel happier than your giggles filling his ears.
After the ten minutes ride, you arrive in front of your parents’ house, and Jungkook is completely impressed by the huge house. Now, he’s a hundred percent sure that you’re the daughter of someone very important but he doesn’t get why you have never told him anything. He knows you’re very secretive about your private life but you can trust him.
“I just sent a message to my brother to open the portal.” You inform him.
Jungkook only nods, still very confused about the situation. He’s a bit nervous because he knows he’ll be dining with important people, he just doesn't know who yet. He tries to stay calm, driving the car inside when the portal opens. While you get closer to the house, he feels like it’s even bigger. This is massive.
When he comes closer to the property, your parents appear on the porch. Your mother is smiling widely, more than happy to finally see her daughter again while your father stays there only looking at the car coming closer. Jungkook’s heart almost drops when he sees your father.  
“Your father is Kim Seokwoo?” He stops the car, his eyes looking at you.
You bite your lower lip, your eyes avoiding him at all costs. “I’ve been trying to tell you that for the past days but I was just scared of your reaction.”
Jungkook’s hand rests on yours, trying to reassure you in any way. “You don’t have to be scared with me.” Your eyes finally meet his, only seeing some form of love. “And I admire your father and brother.”
Your father, Kim Seokwoo is the biggest producer in the country, winning tons of awards for all the dramas and movies he produced. All actors dream to work with him because once they work for him, they become a huge name in the industry. Your brother, Seokjin, who goes by simply Jin, has never worked for him because he doesn’t want his career and success to be associated with his father. He has been working hard to make a name for himself, he just doesn’t want people to think that he owes everything to his father. That’s why he’s just known as Jin and not Kim Seokjin.
That’s what you hide from everyone, nobody knows who they are for you. If anybody in the company finds out that you’re Kim Seokwoo’s daughter, they’ll just speak to you just to get to him. His name is huge, and you could have used it to open all the doors you desired but that’s not who you are. Your father taught you to fight hard for what you wish, and he’s more than proud to have raised two amazing persons.
“Now, let’s go before they start wondering why we don’t leave the car.” Jungkooks says as he opens the door.
You mumble a thank you while you squeeze his hand, more than thankful that he didn’t start fangirling over your father and brother. Jungkook only nods before you both leave the car, walking towards your parents. Your father smiles when he sees you, and your mother is more than surprised when she sees Jungkook.
Like everyone, she perfectly knows who the hell Jungkook is. The hottest man of the year along with the best sports reporter of JBC. She for sure wasn’t expecting you to bring him or to even know him.
“Jeon Jungkook.” Your mother says. “It’s a pleasure to meet you in person.” She reaches out her hand to him when he approaches her. “I’ve heard so many amazing things about you and your work.”
You hug your father, happy to finally see him. You’re a family person, always wanting to be around your parents and brother but that only happens on the weekend because you work during the week. Of course, you call them every day after work to at least hear their voices once a day but everything is so much better when you’re around them.
“You could have informed us that he’s your valentine.” Your father whispers in your ear. “Your mother would have directly stopped with Taehyung.”
You step back a bit, looking at the man you love the most on earth. “You know how I am when it comes to my love life.”
Even with your family, you don’t speak much about your love life. It’s something you’re not comfortable with. If it was possible, you wouldn’t speak about it to anyone but it’s nearly impossible with your mother who's always trying to put you with some of her friends’ sons.
You move to your mother who is trying as hard as possible to hide her emotions but it’s crystal clear that she’s a tiny bit mad at you for not telling her that you’re dating Jungkook. But she can understand it because she knows you too well. After all, she birthed you, so she perfectly knows how you always try to hide everything from everyone.
“We’re going to have a very serious conversation, young lady.” She berates you with a small smile.
“Mom, don’t be awkward.” You roll your eyes. “I don’t want you to traumatize Jungkook when he only arrived now.”
Your mother sighs before you all enter inside since it’s extremely cold outside. Jungkook is smiling while shaking his head, realizing that you’re truly yourself with him. That makes his heart flutter.  
When you’re all inside the house, he takes in how beautiful the house is. The entrance hall is super huge like the houses you see in movies. Everything is perfectly organized and cleaned just like in your apartment but this is just another level. Jungkook feels like he’s in a dream.
He can understand that you don’t want people to know who your family is but he would have loved to know minutes ago that he was going to have dinner with Kim Seokwoo and Jin. Especially, that he’d be in a fucking dreamy house.
“You grew up here?” He whispers in your ear.
“Only a part of my life.” You look up at him with a smile on your face. “We used to live in a much smaller house until I was twelve. My dad was becoming too well-known, it was not safe for any of us to live in a normal house in a normal neighborhood. So, we moved here where it’s much safer, the house has guards, and even the neighborhood is controlled.”
This is the only way to ensure the safety of all the people living here and to ensure your family’s safety. When your father became too famous, he wanted to try to keep living the same simple life he used to have but it clearly was impossible, especially when the fans found out where he was living.
It was extremely scary to go home and see all those people around your safe place. While your parents were looking for a new safer place to live, you and Jin were living with your grandparents but you also changed schools because the other kids were always annoying you and your brother. In less than a week, your parents found a new place, this house and since then, everything has been better.
“This is something else.” He says.
Jungkook lives in a very controlled building because his success has been growing a lot lately. But this house seems to be coming straight from a movie.
“I know.” You don’t stop looking at him, now he’s the one looking like a kid, and you can’t help but find him extremely adorable. His hand grabs yours, holding it tight while you all walk to the living room. You smile like an idiot, loving the fact he unconsciously holds your hand.
“You have a wonderful house, Mr. Kim.” Jungkook says to your father.
Your father looks back at the two of you. “You don’t have to call me Mr. Kim, Seokwoo is enough.” He informs your fake boyfriend. “You’re part of the family now, Jungkook, no need for formalities.”
Your father never loved to be called Mr. Kim outside work, especially by people that date his children. Just as he informed Jungkook now, he did the same with Taehwan and with Soomin, Jin’s girlfriend.
As you enter the huge living room, you notice Jin with his longtime girlfriend. They’ve been together for almost seven years but no marriage seems to be in sight which despairs your mother. She wants to organize a dreamy wedding for her firstborn and she wants him to have children with his lover. She always keeps repeating that at his age, she was already married and a mother but Jin just doesn’t listen to her because he doesn’t feel ready yet to get married.
“This is my older brother, Jin, and his girlfriend, Soomin.” You introduce them to Jungkook. “And that’s my boyfriend, Jungkook.”
It feels incredibly weird to say that but this is all just pretending. In some days, you’ll just announce to them that it’s over with Jungkook and you’ll be back to dreaming about being with him. He’ll just be your crush all over again.
“Nice to meet you, Jungkook,” Jin says as they shake hands together. “And welcome to this crazy family!” He adds.
Soomin offers him a smile before he greets her. Your sister-in-law is honestly a saint because she has to deal with Jin on a daily basis, and you don’t know how she can survive him. Your brother is completely crazy, but you absolutely adore Soomin. She’s like the sister you never had, you can tell her anything.
“If you need any advice on how to survive all those crazy people, just let me know and I’ll tell you my little secret.” Soomin whispers to Jungkook.
“Thank you.” He says with a big smile on his face.
Being welcomed like this by your family relaxes him immensely. For the past few days, he has been extremely nervous to meet your parents and siblings, constantly imagining the worst but so far, he feels like he has no reasons to worry about the course of this night.    
You all take a seat on the couch, Jungkook sitting down next to you and placing his hand over your exposed leg. His thumb caresses your leg, reassuring you both with such a simple and tender gesture. As time passes, he realizes that this night will most probably end with him confessing his feelings to you. This entire fake situation makes him feel way too comfortable.
Quickly, your father brings an old whiskey that he had in the cellar that is situated in the basement. Of course, he gives a glass to everyone to taste his amazing whiskey. Your father has weird collections of wines, whiskeys, and other types of alcohol. The good thing is that when you want to get drunk, you just have to go to the basement and choose whatever you want. That’s what happened when Taehwan broke up with you, your father’s basement became your best friend.
Everyone casually talks, Jin making jokes about how Jungkook can be in a relationship with a weirdo like you but your crush always comes up with the perfect explanations, almost as if everything is truly real. However, you can also see how protective your brother is. All the questions he raises just show you how concerned he is about you. Your big brother has always been like that, extremely protective of you, and he still blames himself for not having seen how much of a jerk Taehwan was.
But it isn’t his fault at all, it was Taehwan. Nevertheless, it was extremely painful to see you in pain for months and he just wants to be sure that Jungkook will never hurt you the same way your ex did.  
At 8 pm precisely, you all go to the dining room, eating what your parents’ chef prepared for tonight. During the entire dinner, Jungkook keeps being touchy, your heart squeezing with pain every time you realize that he does it to fool your family. In a way, you’d love that every gesture and attention was real but what you ignore is that everything is real. Your ‘fake’ boyfriend is not doing it to fool your family, he’s doing it because he wants to. He wants to enjoy the fact that he can do it without it being weird.
Your parents also explain to Jungkook where this tradition of the 13th comes from. It all started when you were very young. Your parents didn’t want the 14th to be just about romantic love, they wanted to celebrate all sorts of love. They simply wanted to include their children during Valentine’s Day. So, they decided that from now, on the 13th, it would be about celebrating all kinds of love.
Jungkook can’t help but find the gesture absolutely adorable, and even if nothing happens between you two, he’ll make sure that from now on, he’ll celebrate all types of love on the 13th.
The night goes perfectly well, your parents adore Jungkook and they absolutely approve of him which breaks your heart because sooner or later you’ll have to announce to them that this was just a masquerade.
During the entire night, you all drank too much alcohol and after a long discussion, you agreed to sleep here. It’s definitely not a good idea to drive with a lot of alcohol in your system. Jungkook will borrow some clothes from Jin since he doesn’t have anything to wear tomorrow but the stressful part is that he’s going to sleep with you in your old bedroom. You simply can’t ask your parents if he can sleep in a guest room because it’ll raise too much suspicion.
“Your bed is not really big.” Jungkook says when he steps inside your room.
“It was the bed of a single twenty-year-old girl.” You inform him. “I didn’t need a huge bed for myself.”
Jungkook looks around, admiring where you’ve spent a part of your life. Your room is simple but still beautiful, just like you. It doesn’t seem at all that a teenager lived here, it almost looks like you only left two days ago and not some years ago.
“I have a bathroom just there in case you want to undress yourself.” You show him the bathroom.
Jungkook shakes his head because he actually doesn’t mind at all undressing in front of you, this being most probably due to all the alcohol he drank earlier.
“No, it’s okay. You can use it if you want.”
You also shake your head, also being comfortable with undressing in front of your crush. Jungkook is for sure not going to complain about seeing you in underwear. But although you have drunk a lot, you’re still a bit shy so you turn your back on him and quickly change yourself, putting on your black nightie. You don’t have many clothes left here but you left some sexy pajamas since most of the time, Taehwan was staying with you and it was a reason to tease him a little.
When you turn your back to face Jungkook, the first thing you see is his insanely perfect body.  He’s on the other side of the bed, so your bed hides his legs but his torso is so damn toned. It’s like he was hand-carved by God himself. You never imagined that Jungkook was hiding such a perfect body under his clothes. You bite your lower lip, your eyes slowly going up to lock with his.
Jungkook is also biting his bottom lip as he glares at you. That nightie barely covers your body. Your cleavage is on full display, revealing the beginning of your breasts but he’s craving to see your legs, more especially if the nightie covers your ass. He’s obsessed with asses.
“Let’s get to sleep.” Jungkook says before you both lay down on your bed. The bed is extremely small for the two of you. That wasn’t the case when you were sleeping here with your ex. Now, with your crush sleeping just next to you, you feel like you’re about to die because he’s way too close to you. You’re looking at the ceiling to avoid looking at the man next to you.
After a little while, you move on the bed, turning your back to him. As Jungkook loves to sleep in the same position that you’re right in now, he also moves his chest pressed against your back. His breathing brushes against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. You try to not focus on the fact that your bodies are too close, trying to fall asleep as fast as possible. The sooner you fall asleep, the better it is.  
But of course, your brother needed to start fucking Soomin right when you were about to fall asleep.
Your brother’s bedroom is not too far from yours but Soomin moans like a crazy girl, almost as she’s being tortured or something like that. The creaking bed, Soomin’s moans, and Jin’s low groan are just too much for you.
“Fuck.” You growl as you cover your ears. You hate hearing them fucking, it’s just disgusting.
The fucking session is also too much for Jungkook, his mind keeps imagining that the moans of Soomin are yours as he fucks you. The whole situation is driving him completely crazy, and you feel it. His member is getting hard, his tip touching your uncovered ass. A sudden heat takes over you, making you grow wetter as you imagine your crush completely turned on by the fucking session of your brother.
You don’t really know what to do. Do you pretend you don’t feel anything? No, it’s impossible. He must feel that he’s touching your ass. Then, what do you do?
“Sorry.” Jungkook mumbles as he tries to step back a bit, embarrassed that he got turned on by your brother and his girlfriend.
“It’s okay, Jungkook.” You whisper. “My brother can’t keep his cock in his pants.” You add. “I already told him that I hate when he fucks his girlfriend here.”
Jin doesn’t just care about what you think or say but never have you done anything with Taehwan in your parents’ house. It’s just gross, plus none of you wanted your family to hear you having sex.
“It’s a natural thing.” Jungkook says, defending your brother.
“Yeah, but he purposely does it when we’re here because he knows how much I hate it.” You reply, never turning to face him. You’re beyond embarrassed about all this.
Just as Jungkook, the entire situation is turning you on in a way you never expected it. Your panties are completely soaked with your arousal but there’s nothing you can do right now to make it go away.
Jungkook chuckles because he just knows how siblings can be a pain in the ass when they want. His brother also turns his life miserable from time to time, teasing him about his crush on you when they see each other.
“If you want, I can help you with your boner.” You tell him. His cheeks turn red since he was not expecting you to offer him some help but you’ve drunk too much tonight, so you don’t properly filter your thoughts.
“No, it’s okay, Yn.” He replies. “It’s going to disappear.”
Now, it’s your turn to chuckle at his words.
“We both know it’s not true.” You tell him, still chuckling. “Plus, I’m also turned on so we could use each other's help.”
The fact that you don’t even filter your words surprises Jungkook because he knows that normally, you’d never say those things.
“Yn, do you even think what you’re saying?” He asks with a trembling voice.
“Of course, I do.”
You finally turn to face him. You want to look him in the eyes as you’re about to confess the feelings you have for him. Now is the moment. You feel it. You’ve been avoiding this for months because you’ve been too scared of rejection.
“Jungkook, I thought it was pretty obvious that I like you.” You cup his face in your hands, locking your eyes with his. “I’ve been having a massive crush on you for a little while but I never came around to tell you anything because I was so scared that you’d simply tell me that the feelings aren’t mutual.” You take a deep breath, your thumbs caressing his cheeks. “Because I’m not the dreamy type of girlfriend.”
Without thinking, Jungkook’s face leans closer to yours, his lips pressing against yours. This right here, he has dreamed of it too many times but never in his dreams, he saw you confess your feelings for him. This is for sure bold coming from you but he loves it. He loves the fact that you blurt out your feelings for him because he knows that he would have never had the courage to take the first step.          
Kissing Jungkook is not at all how you imagined it.
It’s so much more than you pictured it. The kiss is sweet and tender, there’s no rush or anything else in it. You both have been desiring this for so long that there’s no need in rushing things. In fact, you’re actually convinced that if you rush it, it would destroy the magic behind this exact moment.
His lips are so soft on yours, the tenderness of the kiss making your heart melt completely. Never a man has kissed you like that as if you’re made of glass. Your heart is pounding extremely hard on your chest, ready to burst at any moment while the butterflies on your lower stomach are making you feel completely alive.
His hard length brushes against your leg, making you moan in the kiss. By the looks of it, this kiss is for sure going to take a heated turn. A turn that both of you want. All this holding back has been just too much and has led to this exact moment. Holding back for almost a year was not easy, which has led you to become extremely needy, and tonight is the moment that you’re going to let go of it.
Tonight, there are no more reasons to hold back.
His impatient hands run up and down your waist, making you more than happy to have his large tattooed hands on your body.  
“I fucking love you too, Yn.” He whispers as he breaks the kiss. “I’ve been having a crush on you since you’ve been single.” He kisses you again but this time with passion and fervor. “It’s almost like I only realized how fucking pretty you are after Taehwan left you.”
Jungkook presses a peck on your lips before he kisses the corner of your lips down to the underside of your jaw, causing you to moan each time his lips touch your skin. The alcohol mixed with his confession and how needy you are is driving you completely euphoric.
“I stopped counting the times I dreamed of kissing you in a deserted hallway of the JBC building.” He drops his head to your neck, kissing the base of your throat. “And leaving you hickeys here and there to let everyone know that you’re mine, and only mine.”
You moan as he starts nipping at your skin, the feeling of his mouth on your throat is divine. Everything he does exceeds all the dreams you had. Your hands run through his hair, tugging at the roots. A moan escapes his pretty lips, his voice vibrating against your skin. When he starts sucking your sensitive skin, he licks it with his tongue, a proud smile dancing on his lips.
“I feel like a horny teenager around you, Yn.” He admits as he looks up at you. “Craving you in every fucking way.” His large hands caress your waist while you both look intensely at the other.
“Then let me help you with your boner.” He nods, letting you uncover both your bodies from the bedsheets.
Jungkook lays on his back while you go down on his body. You’re actually very surprised by his erection, it’s huge which makes you want to desperately rip his underwear off to have a proper view of his cock. Without an ounce of hesitation, you take out the only clothing piece from his body, his cock slapping against his abs.
He’s huge. Like super huge. His cock easily surpasses Taehwan’s cock, and god, you always thought your ex had the biggest cock in the world, but Jungkook is proving you how wrong you were.
“God, you’re massive.” You look up at him. “How have you been hiding this monster in your pants?” You cock an eyebrow, making him giggle at your words.
“I ask myself this question every day.” He says, clearly making you understand that he gets pretty hard around you every day.
As you’re so desperate to please him, you wrap your hand around the base of his dick. His head is red, precum running down his length and over that prominent vein that lines it. You rub your thumb over the tip before going down on his shaft, spreading his arousal all over him. A deep moan leaves his lips as your hands finally touch him, his head falling completely on the pillow.      
“Oh, fuck,” he growls.
Slowly, you start pumping him, taking your time, your hand gliding up and down his length. A trail of groans leaves his lips while you pump him nice and slow, giving him a dreamy handjob. Every time your hand reaches the base, Jungkook shivers, loving deeply how you’re helping him to make this boner disappear.
But you want to give him more. You know your hand is just not enough, he needs more to come undone. So you dip down to kiss the head of his cock, his eyes instantly opening as this is unexpected. You lick his tip, his precum coating your wet muscle before you wrap your mouth entirely around his cock, sinking down fully on his length.
“Fuck, Yn.” He groans, loving the warmth of your mouth around him. He swears that he’s about to fall apart, covering your mouth with his cum.
Your eyes look up to meet with his. The moment they lock ⏤ both your eyes completely filled with lust ⏤ he looks away, too scared to bust right there. As much as he’d love to fill your pretty mouth with his seed, he wants it to be inside you. He wants that the first time that he comes with you to be inside your pussy.
“Baby,” he says while his hand moves down to your hair, grabbing it before pulling your head a little. “I don’t want to come right now.”
Your lips leave his length, letting it slap again against his lower abdomen before you crawl up his body to kiss him again languidly. Jungkook can taste his salty precum on your lips and he adores it.
“Do you have a condom?” You whisper on his lips.
“Always.” He replies.
While he stands up to grab his wallet, you lay on your back, taking off your nightie and underwear to reveal your body to the man of your dreams. Who knew that all you needed to confess your feelings for him was to invite him to the annual 13th of February gathering? If you only knew that sooner, you’d have invited him months ago.  
When Jungkook gets back on the bed with his condom in his hand, he bites his bottom lip. “You’re fucking beautiful, princess,” he growls, scanning every part of your body. He wants to spend the night dreaming about your insanely perfect body. All he wants is to be haunted every single night by your body.
The man doesn’t waste any time ripping the plastic, and putting the condom on his length. You spread your legs, letting him see your soaked folds. All he craves now is to have you moaning under him. On his knees, he gets closer to your body, brushing his cock against your pussy, and getting you even wetter. He wants you to be as wet as possible to be ready for his massive cock.
“Can I?” He asks, wanting to be sure that you’re ready for what’s coming.  
When you nod, he slowly buries his thick cock inside your soaked core, stretching your velvety walls. His large hands find their way to your waist, caressing your soft skin while his doe eyes filled with lust look into yours. Both of you groan as he slowly pushes his long and thick cock inside you.  
“So good,” you mumble as your eyes roll back.
You have to admit that it hurts a bit since he’s pretty huge but the fact that he’s slowly filling you up to the brim helps. It gives time to your body to get used to this massive intrusion. But it feels so damn good to have him inside you. This is even better than in your wildest dreams.  
Jungkook leans closer, pushing his cock a bit deeper inside you and snatching a loud moan out of you. “You feel so fucking good, princess,” his deep voice groans in your ear. “Even better than in my dreams.”
The fact that he has been dreaming about this too gets you wetter. How on earth could you two be so stupid to not notice that you were both completely in love with each other? You feel like you’re in some crappy romantic movie, only it’s taking a dirty turn.
“Let’s just show your brother and Soomin how louder I can make you moan.”
He wants the world to hear you moaning because he doesn’t plan on going nice and slow on you. All he wants is to fuck you rough and good all night long, and that’s also what you want. You want him to fuck you until all you know is to scream his name. You want to get revenge for all the years you had to hear your brother and Soomin fuck like animals.
“Fuck, do it, Jungkook,” you swear as he pulls back a bit to look at you in the eyes, and a smirk arises on his face.
“I plan to fuck you all night long until you beg me to stop.”
Jungkook slowly pushes back, leaving only the tip of his cock inside you. His eyes never leave your figure, watching you moan under him. He never imagined that he’d love hearing you moaning under him. That sound is for sure his new favorite music.
“Please do it.” You tell him, making him smirk, satisfied to hear you begging him to show you no mercy tonight.
Brutally, he pushes his cock fully inside you, and a loud moan leaves your lips. For a little while, he doesn't move, hovering over you and watching you with delight. His eyes look down on your body. He’s surprised by how insanely perfect you are. Your body is for sure the prettiest one he has ever seen, and he has seen tons of bodies.
Unlike what everyone thinks, he’s not fond of skinny bodies. He loves curves and imperfect bodies because they show life. They show that their owners eat to live, and your curves drive him crazy. He could come just by looking at your ass.  
His lips meet yours for a sloppy kiss before going down to your neck, leaving another hickey on your skin. On Monday, he wants everyone to see them. He wants everyone to know that he’s the only one who can make you feel good. Once he has tortured your skin enough, his eyes get lost on your body again, groaning as he watches himself buried deep inside you.
“Your cunt takes me so fucking well, princess.”
You close your eyes, completely enjoying having him fully inside you. You’re completely euphoric and drunk on the feeling of him stretching your walls. Once he sees that you’re ready to take more, he pulls back brutally before slamming himself back into you. The bed under you squeaks, the headboard hitting the wall just behind you.
For sure, your brother hears the two of you enjoying some good time, and you already know that tomorrow morning he’ll make some nasty comments.  
Jungkook once again stops when he’s fully inside you, torturing you just to hear you begging him to fuck you. This is of course not enough for you. You need more. You need him to fuck you rough on this bed.
“Please, Jungkook,” you start saying, “fuck me.”
He leans closer again. “Never thought I needed to hear you begging, princess,” he whispers before licking the spot just under your ear.
He pushes his cock back before slamming into you with both hands on your hips, pulling you back to meet his thrusts. The slick sound of your pussy soaking his cock as well as your moans quickly fill the room.
“Shit,” you gasp while he thrusts into you with no mercy, “you feel so good.”
You’re completely drunk in the feeling of his cock filling you up, his hips hitting against yours with every thrust he makes. This all causes sparks of pleasure to shoot throughout your body, your arousal dripping from your core and creaming his cock. Jungkook smirks as he notices the sticky mess you’re causing. You grip the sheets as hard as possible to steady yourself from Jungkook’s hard thrusts.
Neither of you can believe that you practically missed this opportunity. Without your mother and her insistence on wanting to settle you in with Taehyung, none of you would be having sex right now together. Without your brother and his girlfriend, none of you would be completely turned on. Basically, without your family, you’d still be dreaming about this exact moment.  
“You’re so fucking wet, honey,” he hisses before biting his lower lip. His hands press harder into your skin when he feels your walls tighten around him. “And making such a mess on my cock.”
Every time he pushes his hips back, he watches with delight the way his cock is completely covered with your arousal. Nothing drives him crazier than seeing this, it is as if your bodies were made for each other.  
Jungkook bends down, pressing a sloppy kiss on your lips while his thrusts slow down. A desperate whine gushes from you, a sound that he proudly swallows. His hands go up on your body, grabbing your breasts and squeezing them to make you moan with desire before his fingers start playing with your nipples. Moans flood out of your mouth as he tortures your body.
“It feels so good,” you whine.
His thrusts are slow and harsh again, and his fingers on your nipples are just too much for you. Gradually, Jungkook begins to thrust hard into you again, and you moan at the feeling of his brutal thrust. Your walls suck his cock as he slams his hips into you with more force. His fingers keep playing with your very sensitive nipples, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.
His eyes look at you, contorting with pleasure as it slowly builds within you. Your moans are getting louder, and right now, you’re sure that your parents that sleep on the complete opposite side of this floor are able to hear your moaning Jungkook’s name.
“Moan louder, honey,” he says as he goes deeper and harder to make you scream with pleasure. Your voice moaning his name is the only thing he wants to hear.  
His hands can feel the way your body quivers with each thrust. The way he’s torturing your body is only making you lose yourself further. He just knows how to pleasure you perfectly like he became a master of your body in just some minutes.  
“Fuck,” he groans when he feels the warmth of your walls wrapping tighter around him. “Your cunt is clenching so hard, honey.”
As you glance up at him, you can’t help but find him extremely attractive. His eyes stare down at you with passion and lust as his tongue licks his lower lips. He simply can’t believe that this is really happening. He can’t believe that he’s having sex with the girl of his dreams. He keeps growling your name, thrusting into you with more urgency each time.
Jungkook leans again forward, pressing another sloppy kiss on your lips. He loves to feel your lips on his, even if the kiss is a disaster. Feeling your lips makes him realize that this is real, you’re really under him.
“Gonna be a good girl and come for me?” He asks, and you nod. You want to be a good girl for him, especially on your first time together although Jungkook wants to hear you begging for it, he wants to know how badly you want to come. “Use your words, baby.”
His fingers pinch your nipples harder, making the wave of pleasure grow bigger inside you. “I want to come,” you manage to say. “I wanna come so bad.”
Jungkook feels his cock twitch inside of you, a low groan rumbling in his throat as you practically beg him to let you come. He smirks while one of his hands slowly goes down on your body, passing your stomach, and landing on your throbbing clit. His fingers start to rub your sensitive spot.
“Beg for it, baby,” he says while his fingers show no mercy on your clit, and you’re not even sure if you’ll be able to beg for anything before coming.
“Please, Jungkook,” it’s impossible to even form a proper sentence with the way he’s torturing you.
“Tell me, baby,” He keeps teasing you with a smirk on his face.
“Let me come.”
His smirk grows bigger on his face, happy to have you begging him to come. Jungkook never thought he’d be into teasing but with you, he seems to discover what he truly likes. The wave of pleasure inside you is growing bigger and bigger, almost becoming overwhelming. You’re moaning like a mess, but at this stage, you couldn’t care less.      
“Do it, princess, come for me.”
Those words are what you need for the wave of pleasure to hit you intensely, making you come hard around him. Your arousal completely covers his cock and your walls squeeze him over and over again.
While you’re completely euphoric from your orgasm, he speeds up the pace of his hips slamming into you, wanting to chase his own high. The coil in his lower stomach tightens inside of him, and it completely clouds his thoughts. The only thing he sees is the image of you coming under him.
Breathy whines escape his pretty lips as he looks down at the mess you made on his cock. A desperate moan leaves his mouth when his orgasm hits him hard. His eyes roll back with pleasure as his body tenses up and releases his load inside the condom. Loud cries of euphoria leaving his lips.
He collapses next to you, both of your bodies covered in sweat after this intense sex session. Your heavy breathing is now the only thing that can be heard in your bedroom.
“I think the entire neighborhood heard us,” you say while running your fingers in his hair.
“That’s exactly what I wanted.” He presses a sweet kiss on your forehead before covering both your bodies with the bedsheets. “I guess we should try to sleep now.”
You nod, resting your head on his chest and slowly falling asleep on his arms. To say that you’re happy that this night took a dirty turn is more than an understatement. But tomorrow, you’ll for sure need to discuss what just happened. You can’t just fuck like this and expect things to stay the way they were.
Everything has changed now, Jungkook just loves you the way you love him.
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Sleeping peacefully with him by your side was easier said than done. It’s around 4 am, you’re both awake but you’re not staring at the ceiling. No, now that you’re both aware of the feelings consuming the two of you, you’re using this time to make up for all the time lost.  
His cock is buried once again inside you, only this time you’re riding him. This time he’s also not wearing any condom since he only had one left in his wallet, he actually never imagined that he was going to have sex with you tonight.  
“Shit,” you gasp, palms resting on his toned chest for leverage as you lift yourself up and drop back on his cock.
You’re completely drunk in the feeling of his cock filling you up, his hips working in tandem with yours while your arousal drips down your thighs, pooling around the base of his cock. Jungkook can’t help but love the way your body contorts with delight as you’re both fucking again.  
“You’re so fucking wet,” he groans, his hands holding your waist tighter when your walls squeeze him. “You’re making such a mess on my cock, princess,” his deep voice sends shivers down your spine. At this rhythm, you’ll be coming undone at any moment. A desperate moan falls out of your mouth, your nails digging into the skin of the muscles on his chest.
Jungkook groans when you speed up the movement of your hips, the warmth of your walls wrapping around him tighter than before as his hands go up on your body, cupping your breasts in them. He pinches your nipples between his fingers, causing you to moan louder and louder.
It’s 4 am, everyone is supposed to be sleeping while the two of you are moaning like nobody else is in this house. For sure, Jin is going to complain about your night activities with Jungkook but you just don’t care. You just want the man under you to stretch you out open and fill you up to the brim.
“You’re fucking hot, honey,” he groans. “You’re riding me so well.”
You can feel his cock twitch inside of you as you rock your hips at a steady rhythm, your palms still pressed against his toned chest while his hands grip onto the sheets.
A small moan leaves your lips as you look down at him. His long wet hair sticking on his face turns him into an even hotter man. His eyes are staring up at you in that stunning way that shows you how lost in the pleasure he is. His tongue licks his lips as he moans out your name, tugging at the sheets and thrusting up into you with more urgency each time.
“You look like a sin,” you whisper, trying as hard as possible to avoid making more noise this early in the morning. You lean forward to press a kiss on his lips because that’s the only way to muffle your moans.
“Can we just talk about you?” He replies back when your lips leave his. “You’re here, using my cock as if you own it and moving your hips in a way that completely hypnotizes me.”
You moan at his words because damn, you’re really riding his cock as if Jungkook is yours. Well, for him, he’s completely yours. He doesn’t want any other girl to ride him like you’re doing it right now.
Your walls clench around his length, squeezing him hard. So far, he has let you set the pace and use him the way you wanted but this is just too slow for him. He wants more. He starts thrusting up to you in a harsh way. He goes deep inside of you, and you are loving it. Tears start to roll down your cheeks because of the way he’s pounding inside of you. He’s stretching your insides so much with his rough thrust and it makes your whole body tremble.
The wave of pleasure inside you has suddenly grown so strong that you feel like you’re about to come.
“Gonna cum, Jungkook.” You whimper.
Your nails sink into his chest, making him groan at the pain and pleasure it gives him. He grips the sheets harder as he continues to roughly thrust inside you.
“Go ahead, babe, make a mess for me.” He groans as he keeps thrusting hard.
Those dirty words are all you need to let go of your orgasm. You are coming, biting your lower lip to muffle your moans. Your thighs are shaking but he keeps thrusting into you while you’re completely high from your orgasm. Jungkook is completely loving the way you’re creaming his dick.  
His pace becomes more brutal as he’s chasing his own orgasm, making the bed creak under you. Your walls keep clenching around him and that is all he needs to come. He closes his eyes, enjoying this moment of release and you are sure he’d never look so sexy.  
You collapse over Jungkook as you both try to catch your breath for a little while, and you leave a lot of kisses on his sweet face. He’s loving it and he could stay like this forever.
“This is a beautiful way to start Valentine’s Day.” He whispers before falling asleep in your arms. You hold him tight against you, loving to have him pressed against your body. This is for sure the best night of your life.
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It’s Monday morning.
You’re entering the building of JBC with Jungkook. Everybody looks at the two of you although they don’t pay too much attention since they all think you’re just friends. But they ignore everything that happened the last two days.
Yesterday, after all the sex, you had a real conversation with Jungkook. You both expressed the feelings you had for each other, you swear you’ve never been happier than you were yesterday. That conversation made you realize how stupid you both are. You’ve been in love for months but you were both so scared to lose the other that you never said anything.
Yesterday, you agreed to give this whole relationship thingy a try. You want to see if this can work even though you’re both convinced that it’s going to work.
So, you’re not entering this building as friends but as a couple. You both have that stupid smile glued on your faces while you talk to each other. Like every morning, you enter the elevator already full of people but when it arrives on the floor you work, you kiss Jungkook with passion, drawing the attention of everyone in the small cabin.
“Have a nice day, honey.”
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jiminrings · a month ago
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how long will we fall
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pairing: jungkook x reader
wordcount: 14k
glimpse: if it’s fate, it should already be set onto your skin — that’s why jungkook’s initials are already on your finger. he’s always there for you, but not only for you. if you’re his fate, he’d rather not have it.
alternatively, jungkook’s your soulmate, but he doesn’t want to be.
[ soulmate au, painful f2l, unrequited love (at first), a lot of angst, more fluff n wholesome moments, emotional constipation, yearning, jealousy, swearing, reverse cards that make u cheer, redemption arc, i swear to u that this does not hurt as much as heartburn did ]
notes: i'm back with a big fic!!! :D this was originally supposed to be named something else but i realized that the title was Too Serious and u know what,,, ten listens later as i write this, i realized that i'm obsessed with this song that i received from this ask and wow thank u so much anon <33 although the rec isn't originally for this fic, it fits perfectly and i can't thank u enough <33
as always, lmk what you think <3 send in feedback n love to my askbox anytime!! even replying to this post sends me over the moon :)
There will never be another Jeon Jungkook in this world — that much you're sure of.
You're sure of it because it feels as if it's a universal truth. An irrevocable and irreversible one that you don't bother verifying because Jungkook carries his presence with finality, obvious that he carries security within himself the most.
If he were to slip away from your grasp for any reason beneath or beyond you, you’d know that he leave a vacuum in his wake. Jungkook isn’t yours for you to lose, but he is yours for you to long for.
You know this because Jungkook is the type of beauty you won't ever grow used to despite spending years, with him and around him. You're both seniors in college and yet you don't feel like it, despite being born just a couple months earlier than him (therefore older) which irks him to this day. You don't feel like it because his presence alone makes you feel like you're in elementary figuring out your heart flutters from square one.
If he were to star in a show, he’d be the mainstay character everyone fawns over. He would be the one to stay in the biggest trailer, have the most doting team, and have the brightest lights on him. If Jungkook was a star, he’d rake in all the money by himself.
If Jungkook were to to be yours, you’d never want for anything more.
“Are you seriously — don’t sleep on me!”
Jungkook’s voice is the first thing that snaps you out of your reverie, reminding you once again that you think of him even if he’s already in your presence, an endearingly-type of new low for you.
“I wasn’t sleeping on you,” you snort with a defensive cross of your arms across your chest, the prospect of rest making you yawn in suppression with your mouth closed, eyes tearing up and your nostrils flaring instead.
“Yeah but you were zoning out on me,” he sing-songs in faux irritation, twirling on his chair with an accusing point of his finger, “and that means I have two minutes left to talk to you before you fall asleep.”
The only reason you’re awake is because Jungkook practically begged to keep you up as emotional (and actual) support for the entirety of the assignments he’s been cramming.
You share a spacious dorm and yet the two of you are cooped up in his room because his mind would overload if he’s in someplace else, eyes surely gonna shake if he were to write essays on the coffee table in the living room or at the bar stool in the kitchen.
“What do you need me for now?”
Need.
It’s nice being needed.
It’s nice being needed that despite Jungkook’s initials on your ring finger that tied him to you as your soulmate, and his unawareness of it, Jungkook needs you.
The initials on one’s left ring finger develops over time. Some take mere years after their birth while others take decades. Starts off faint until they become clear red letters right on your vena amoris, inked on the skin above the vein that’s closest to your heart.
It gets fully-developed when it’s fully-realized. Having Jungkook’s bright and clear on your finger didn’t necessarily mean your initials reflect the same condition on his.
It was personal preference, really — whether or not you choose to cover up the soulmate mark or not. You’ve always chosen to cover your finger up with a ring because you didn’t want to freak your best friend ever since childhood that simply put, the two of you are soulmates.
Jungkook, just like you, chooses to wear a ring. In fact, he even wears the same one that you do because he argues that even if you’ve bought the silver signet ring first with the money you’ve saved up for years (it wasn’t cheap at all), he thought about it first.
That’s where the connection ends; only goes so far for the two of you to have matching rings to cover up your soulmate marks.
Jungkook, adamantly and stubbornly since the start, doesn’t like looking at his ring finger.
Even before there were faint outlines of ink, too vague for it to resemble your initials, eight-year old Jungkook would start having things around his particular digit, whether it’s a two-day old ring pop he leaves in the fridge or a piece of yarn that accidentally almost cuts off his blood circulation.
You remember Mrs. Jeon sheepishly explaining to curious onlookers whenever both of your families would go out for trips and that out of the two youngest members of their entourage, the handsome child with the wide eyes would have some sort of cover on his ring finger at an early age, be it an oven mitten or a headband scrunched up.
“I like not knowing who’s apparently meant for me.”
You’ve asked him multiple times throughout your life, all for Jungkook to be consistent and give you the same answer every time.
The same answer when you were kids as you repetitively flicked the tip of his ring finger with your eyes closed as instructed by him, in panic to make him feel something because he’s covered his mark with yet another ribbon too tightly, and in respect because even he himself didn’t want to see the ink.
The same answer when you were teenagers and you’re getting Christmas gifts together and Jungkook just looked too much like your ideal boyfriend with the way he’s lining up for you on the counter and is watching over all the items, pulling you closer every now and then when the prospect of losing you to the crowd gets higher with every rush.
The same answer now while you’re passing the time on his bed as he’s hunched over his desk, a harmless question included randomly into your series of sleep-induced curiosity; the question of why he doesn’t want to know about his soulmate, asked in the same breath of casualness to whether Jungkook preferred his rice better cooked with too much water or too less of it, or if he’d go home for the holidays with presents already prepared.
“Is that a kink?” you scrunch your nose at his unwavering consistency, knowing you would’ve liked it for any other situation besides this.
Jungkook breathily laughs, shrugging his shoulders carelessly as if the two of you are talking about the weather and he’s admitted that it’s been years since he’s last looked at a forecast willingly.
“I don’t wanna know, really. I still breathe without knowing who they are.”
The way he says it is easy, no underlying malice indicated in his tone at all. He says it in the way as if he’s been asked this a hundred times and his response is natural and well-lived, not once changing.
“I don’t believe in fate.”
Hurt doesn’t even explain half the pain in your chest all this time but in this light with the way you’re simply asking him why he doesn’t want a soulmate, why he doesn’t want you by extension — it’s only an ache.
It’s only an ache that pacifies on your bones instead of gnawing on them. It’s drawn-out yet dull, the pain not striking you enough to the point that you even hum at him to elaborate.
“Because what if I don’t end up loving them? What if the one I end up loving isn’t the one the universe apparently destined for me?” Jungkook goes on, lips in a slight pout. “Love doesn’t have initials.”
You sink further into his pillow, playing with your fingers yet retaining your gaze on him.
“You don’t have to love your soulmate.”
Read: you don’t have to love me.
Additionally: you don’t have to love me because having you in this platonic way atleast gives me the semblance that you love me even by a fraction, but if you love me in the same way I love you, it’d be nice.
“You say that now to make me believe in them,” he snorts, twirling a pen between his fingers with a genuinely curious gaze, “but what happens if you aren’t the one they want?”
You haven’t been doing anything and yet you still stop in your tracks, the question echoing in your mind as you repeat his query out loud.
“What happens if your soulmate doesn’t want you?”
What does happen?
You don’t die. You don’t puke flowers.
There’s no catch to it. There’s no grand consequence to having your soulmate not want you.
It makes you think once of your present situation and rethink twice of every decision you’ve ever made beforehand when your ring finger was still plain and devoid of his initials; when the only person you’ve made plans with and for isn’t just yourself, when it wasn’t him.
Jungkook doesn’t want you.
What’s supposed to happen to you?
“I need you to stop zoning out and help me make this essay!” he whines demandingly and it’s the last thing that pulls you out of your thoughts, sitting up straighter.
“If you start asking now, I can actually start helping you, y’know?”
Jungkook’s in STEM while you’re a literary major, the obvious exchange of help being convenient, yet the only difference is that when you make him answer your worksheets, you don’t wait until it’s three hours before the supposed deadline.
He’s giddy now that he’ll get to finish his last assignment due, eyes scanning back to the instructions because his attention span’s already been spent looking at his phone.
“What's love to you?"
You freeze at the abruptness but you move on just as quick as you were surprised, remembering that it’s just the guideline for an essay and not the turning point you’ve expected it to be for a split second.
“How do you want me to answer that?
You ask lightly, humorously even, as you stand up from his bed, running a hand through your hair and working the knots of out of your neck before you get to work.
“I want you to answer it in the sense that I have a paper about love due tomorrow. At 12:00 in the morning.”
“Why?” Jungkook giggles additionally, nudging you with a shit-eating grin and a playful glint on his eyes. “How would you have wanted to answer that?”
“Nothing else,” you smile faintly, scooting him to out of his seat and switch positions so he could sit on his bed while you type for him at his desk. “I’m answering it in the sense that you would be lost without me.”
“Are you sure about that?”
It’s only meant to be a tease but it hits home nonetheless. Maybe it’s because you’re in your soulmate’s room underneath his lights and you’re visible to him. Maybe it’s because your mark pulses just ever so slightly underneath your ring, irritated and itchy underneath the silver as much as you feel hurt.
“Lost without me in the sense that you’d fail your subject if I don’t help you with your essay now."
( ♡ )
Anyone who’d meet Jungkook for the first time is likely to think of three things.
He looks clean. Handsome in a way that he looks effortless even if he wears the same oversized black shirt every guy wears outside, enough to garner second glances for himself. He’s tidy in the facet that he looks like he takes care of himself but not vain, far from annoying prep kids he scoffs at.
Jungkook looks rich and is rich. His family doesn’t come from generational wealth and yet they thrive from their own holdings, learning early-on that they owned a cottage near the beach and rented it out as they moved next-door, and the next thing you know is that at present, they own multiple properties and ventured out into food business that make absolute bank.
He carries himself with the stature that he knows what he’s doing, back sometimes slouched but dignified nonetheless, the air of importance surrounding him. Jungkook was raised in comfort but he’s humble, that much you’d bet your whole life into believing. He was the type to have pocket money whenever he goes out but he spends it in the same way you do, calculating his expenses mentally as if the bills in his wallet wouldn’t pay for the video games he’d want and even have some change afterwards.
He’s aware in the sense that he doesn’t forget where he comes from, admitting to you numerous times that his family having much disposable income sometimes bothers him. Jungkook thinks there’s an itch behind his ear whenever his dad proposes to eat at a five-star restaurant for dinner; that there’s a guilty pout on his face when his mom takes the initiative to buy him new sets of clothes because his shirts look too lived-in, even if he knows to himself that his wardrobe needed a change.
He’s down-to-earth and it reminds you of the way he’d forego all of his Fisher-Price toys just to try and plead to you if he could borrow your hand-me-down stuffies from your older siblings. Mr. and Mrs. Jeon are nothing but humble in the same way that they raised their child, despite the fact that in rare times, they have the taste for the finer things in life.
Mrs. Jeon’s beyond generous during the holiday seasons and you recall her gifting your mother the expensive casserole you’d catch her looking at in adoration whenever both your families had dinners, customized to her favorite color and attached with a heartfelt letter from Jungkook’s mom. Mr. Jeon practically adores your dad and looks up to him like a younger brother would, always taking him to fishing trips just and buying two pairs of the same things so the two of them could match.
Jungkook was raised-well and if it’s even possible at this point, he gets much more endearing in your eyes.
“Why would I not walk you home? We live together, if you haven’t realized.”
He says it when he sees you in campus as he drops everything to walk you home, even if your shared apartment isn’t his destination for the time being. He goes out of his way to ensure that if you stay home while he goes about his plans, there should be food in the fridge and cupboards that you’d actually like. He’d lock the door and try to budge it open from outside, and once he’s assured enough that it remains secured, he’d go about his routine of texting you to call him if you need him.
“You can have mine. I’m full anyway.”
Jungkook says it whenever the two of you end up ordering new items from menus and you end up liking your dish, offering you his plate nonchalantly. He insists that it just tastes average for him, and if he sees you hesitating on stealing some from his portion, he’d go as far as telling you that it tastes horrible so you wouldn’t feel guilty.
“Look! My mom sent you these! I told her you liked them.”
He calls you over every time his family’s goodies for him for the month arrives at the mail, laying the package on the floor as he waits for you to unbox it with him because he knows just how much you like going through things and organizing them. Mrs. Jeon always made sure to include something specifically meant for you in Jungkook’s box — whether it’s the family-sized portion of your recent cravings or your favorite hair treatment in bulk.
“Hey, wanna go on a drive with me?”
He asks you whenever he sees you too absorbed and frustrated in your studies in conjunction with whatever work gig you have at the time, heart panging to see you struggling to take care of yourself because he knows you have the tendency to try and finish everything as fast and as good as you could, not stopping even at personal circumstances. He’d simply put your pair of house slippers on the floor for you to wear, pull you up by your armpits to urge you to come with him, and he’d just drive. Would go through a drive-thru and take off from there, not pressuring you to open up to him at whatever cost.
Jungkook can’t sense you in the same way you do, like a soulmate would, but he cares for you in the way that he can tell when you don’t feel like functioning at all and you’re shutting down; you’re shutting even him off and that’s when he knows that something’s bothering you to no end even if he can’t decipher what is it.
Whatever’s in his power, Jungkook sits next to you, lies on top of you, and does almost everything to invade your personal space whenever you shut down — just because he doesn’t want to give up on you like how you do with him.
If anyone were to meet Jungkook for the first time, they’d know he’s uniquely himself.
He cleans up extremely good as he wears a suit to the grand opening of his family’s café, a dream of her mother ever since she was a teenager that became fully-realized and he can’t be any more happier seeing his parents content.
He greets people left and right with genuine happiness to see all of them ecstatic and supportive, eagerly shaking their hands with a full smile on his face. He draws everyone in effortlessly as if he’s inertia itself, well-aware that it can’t only possibly be you that looks at him with this much reverence.
There’s a red string of pull and you feel it when Jungkook stumbles on his feet on his way to you, feeling your body being slightly tugged downwards but you pull yourself up just as quick, playing it off by pretending that there’s a speck of dirt on your shoes.
He’s been looking for you for the past five minutes because it’s his mother’s fault that she wanted two floors for their café and it’s packed immediately on opening, pointing at you eagerly as he weaves through people. “There you are!”
It’s not your first time meeting Jungkook but you feel the same three things each time, heart swelling in size in familiarity of the person who inhabits it the most.
Jungkook giddily laughs and takes his position beside you, slinging an arm around your shoulders and making conversation with your parents for the umpteenth time, your head instinctively bending to lean against him. He looks every bit the part of the person you love the most in this world, despite being unsure if you even deserve to in the first place. He looks every bit of the guy that makes you realize you can’t deal with having anyone else’s initials on your finger, the words slipping out of you naturally.
“You look like someone’s first love.”
( ♡ )
You’re flawed.
You’re flawed and you don’t need anyone to tell you so in order to give yourself a wake-up call.
You’re flawed in a way because you feel dumb being so lovestruck and devoted with little to no point of salvation. You pride yourself in not being selfish but you’d be lying if you say don’t once hope that Jungkook would look at you in the way that you do. Every now and then would you feel the urge to demand from him insistently every second of the day that he should love you. That he owes you atleast that for the years you’ve spent helplessly trying to put him first rather than your own sanity.
But it feels wrong. It is wrong.
Jungkook doesn’t owe you anything and you know that much.
He doesn’t owe you anything and you shouldn’t expect for him to pay attention to you even if you’re his designated driver for the night, celebrating the end of the stressful semester by unwinding at a club.
He doesn’t owe you an explanation when you see him not fending off the countless girls that go up to him and get their hands on whatever they could; doesn’t owe you an apology when you see him leaning down fondly to kiss someone who isn’t you — someone who isn’t his soulmate.
You would’ve been alone in your booth and the club in general (your soulmate’s out of the equation because he looks like he’s in a different realm entirely) if not for Hoseok, someone who’s perhaps your second best friend right after Jungkook.
It’s merely a coincidence that the both of you are here at the same time, him being the one to easily spot you as he weaves himself in your company seamlessly because he’s been meaning to escape all his frat brothers who annoy him more these days.
“I have something to say to you.”
Hoseok breaks into your worrisome silence, beckoning you over even if the two of you are sat right next to each other with your shoulders bumping.
“No. no. Come closer,” he insists and it makes you roll your eyes at what he could be playing at this time, indulging him by putting the side of your face right against his playfully.
Hoseok’s even more rational and realistic than you could be. In fact, he’s followed your gaze the entire night and he wonders how you haven’t grown tired. He knows about your helpless pining for your soulmate who doesn’t even want to know about you nor your existence, and all he can do is watch.
“You’re insane if you think this whole thing wouldn’t end up anything but extremely painful.”
His words are in a harsh whisper but it feels as if he’s yelled at you right to your ear, making you flinch away from his softly with a defeated pout on your face.
His words come out of nowhere but the rational part of you, the one that disappears whenever you’re vulnerable in this state longing after Jungkook, already knew that you’ve had this coming for a long time.
Hoseok doesn’t sugarcoat his words and it’s what you need almost all of the time. He’s harsh and unforgiving and it reminds you that you have a friend who isn’t Jungkook — someone who isn’t as gentle or kind; someone who grounds you rationally whenever you get too far up your head.
“Let me live, Hobi.”
“What you’re doing isn’t living, Y/N.”
He thinks for a second that he’s being too harsh but he realizes that maybe, just maybe, you need the truth no matter how cruel it could be. He figures that maybe you’d need someone to call you out instead of pitying you over what they could clearly see. “Tell me,” he murmurs, crossing his arms as he looks at you whose eyes are avoiding his gaze.
“Do you live for yourself first?” he nudges you by the shoulder, lightly tapping your ring with his finger. “Or do you live for Jungkook?”
Do you live for yourself first,
or do you live for Jungkook?
You’re dead silent and it’s the type that Hoseok doesn’t want to hear, mumbling to yourself before leaning to his neck to sniff whatever remnant he has on.
“God, what are you on?” you’re deflecting and you know it, cracking your knuckles at the process. “Let me have a hit of it.”
“I’m serious over here.”
Hoseok sees right through you and you feel like crying, recognizing the familiar solemn look on his face because like everyone else who has even the faintest idea of your situation, he pities you.
“And I’m telling you this as someone who cares for you,” he lightly swipes underneath your eyes that are welling up with tears before they even get to fall, effectively prying them out. “Let go of him while you still can.”
“How do I do that?”
You’re breathless in exhaustion but it’s not as if you’ve done anything physically strenuous to be in such a state. You haven’t done anything but it feels as if the wind is knocked out of your lungs and it doesn’t come back to you even if your sail blows.
“How do I do that if Jungkook asks me what do I want for dinner?” there’s trepidation underneath your tone and Hoseok recognizes it, the tremble in your fingers visible even if you have them clenched. “How do I do that if he holds my hand when we cross the street and shields me in crowds?”
“How do you expect me to do that when he calls my parents on weekends and tells them that he’ll always look out for me?”
You’re not scared of letting Jungkook know but rather, you’re scared of your inevitable fall. You’re not scared of the white hot pain you anticipate to feel when the moment finally comes that he says it straight to your face that he doesn’t love you; you’re scared of what happens to the two of you after and what’s left of it.
“How do you expect me to stop loving Jungkook when he acts like he loves me back?”
“He doesn’t.”
“And I know that.”
You’re flawed in the way that you’re self-aware. That you’re painfully mindful of your own emotions and multitudes. You hate that you’re as logical as you are emotional and for once, you just wish you didn’t know better.
You wish that you’re insensitive and reckless. You wish you were more cunning in the sense that you disregard Jungkook completely and stop at nothing to try and get him to look your way with a different gaze.
You wish that you’re anyone but yourself, someone who’s deserving of Jungkook.
“What do I do now, Hobi?” you lean into him because you can’t support yourself and he knows it, the weight of your heart being heavier than your head on his shoulder.
You’re flawed because you suppress a coo at the back of your throat when Jungkook stumbles over to your booth and immediately wraps his arms around you, drunken babbles leaving him as it’s a sign for you to take him home.
You’re flawed because you hear your soulmate speak as you bid goodbye to Hoseok for the night, only smiling when you hear his words. It’s a pain that doesn’t encompass you, rather, it’s a pain that’s hot enough to burn your flesh yet just warm enough to quell the pain in your bones.
“You're my best, best friend in every universe. Y’know that?” he hiccups, eyes completely glazed and rubbed raw as he looks at the side of your face while you haul him to your car. “I hope you know that.”
( ♡ )
Your door opens up before you even realize it.
Actually, Jungkook opens your door before he even realizes it.
He’s woken up in a rush with a single text from his dad that they’re coming over to visit and normally it wouldn’t bother him. Waking up abruptly in the morning isn’t a problem to him and so is making a game plan in cleaning everything up to make sure it’s spotless to his mother’s standards.
What is a problem is that when he entered the bathroom to brush his teeth without a shirt on, he sees the reflection of his hickies from the night before glaring right at him.
However, what an even bigger problem than that is when he tries to wake you up by knocking on your door with the pleads of helping him cover his marks up, it automatically opens when he twists the knob.
“Y/N, no! Why’s your door unlocked?”
His eyes widen in panic and worry, wondering why it wasn’t even locked in the first place. Better yet, has it never been locked ever since? When he leaves you alone in the apartment, do you go out of your way to unlock the main door that he secures closed on the way out?
“And why aren’t you even moving out of bed when someone’s inside your room? What if it isn’t me? What if it’s someone else who did the exact things I did?”
Jungkook’s more worried than he is mad even if his tone’s jittery, hands on his hips as his mind makes up for the whole nine yards. Seriously, does he regard your safety more than you do with your own? Leaving your door open is beyond unsafe. Were you being more forgetful these days? Does he not look over you enough?
You’re oblivious to his panicked state as you burrow yourself deeper into your sheets, eyes remaining peacefully closed because it doesn’t surprise you anymore when he suddenly inserts his presence into your vicinity.
“But it’s you,” you sleepily mumble, half-coherent with the way you hug your pillow closer. “Aren’t you the one who kept knocking at my door?”
He scoffs because you do make a point even if he refuses to admit it, but it just ticks him in a way that you regard his concern for you so lightly. “That’s different and-…”
“And now you’ve opened it yourself and invited yourself into my room.”
“Yeah and that’s okay because it’s me!” he gestures out but he forgets that you’re not even looking at him, unaware of how he looks genuinely upset and worried at the moment. “But what if it was someone else, hm?”
“Like who, an intruder?” you suggest even if you don’t know where this conversation is taking you, your careless words leaving you before you even realize because you don’t have half the realization to think about them deeper. “You’ll protect me if there is one, right?”
Jungkook freezes in his tracks and he suddenly feels no point in trying to berate you further, the stark suggestion that was only meant to be light-hearted painting him a grave image he wasn’t even trying to conjure, trying not to snowball for the worst possible scenario.
He should always be there for you, that much he knows.
“Fucking idiot, of course I would,” he huffs that you even doubt his prioritization for you and it makes you snort because you clearly hear it, turning to face the other side as you make no move in shooing him away and instead try to go back to sleeping. “But starting now, promise me you’ll lock your doors and wake up immediately when someone knocks, alright? You hear me?”
“Hmm.”
“Cross your heart on it,” he says it out of habit even if he knows you wouldn’t do it anyway, sitting on the vacant side of you bed as he tries to shake you awake. “Anyways, I need a favor from you.”
It’s never been lost on you that unlike every other time, Jungkook wouldn’t willingly come to you this early into the night without needing something from you for his own benefit. You don’t get your hopes up that perhaps this time, he comes to your bed just to hold you in warmth amongst his embrace because it’s something only a fever nap could do for you; clearly not sick enough to see that image.
“What do you need me for now?” your eyes start blinking open as you shift to look straight up at the ceiling, casting a glance on Jungkook who has a sheepish pout on his face.
“Please cover up my hickies. I’m begging you."
You don’t even flinch once and he’s nervous at how it seems like you didn’t even hear what he said, prompting to explain himself further. “Mom and Dad are visiting and they’re already on the way.”
You’re used to this.
There shouldn’t be any surprise factor to know that the time Jungkook wakes you up outside for the purpose of not making you late to your classes or to your errands, it would be for his sake. He wakes you up for the sake of himself, asking of you to cover up his hickies because he’s ever the angel to his parents and he can’t do it himself.
Jungkook wakes you up for you to see marks that link him to another woman, even if it’s just for a night, while he covers up the only marks he has of you on his finger and he doesn’t even know it, completely devoid of the only linking thing you have with him.
“Get me my makeup bag.”
He immediately knows where it is and he manages to mumble out a rushed thanks, sprinting back to where you lay. In fact, you have a separate concealer in Jungkook’s shade already that you don’t even need to turn the light on to know it’s a perfect match.
You sit up lazily and cover up his hickies like it’s routine. You see him everyday as he belongs to everyone but yourself, and the physical proof of it doesn’t hurt you as much as you expected it to be.
He lays down on your lap and neither of you talk.
You skim past the hues of pink and purple on his neck as if you were born simply to see them on your soulmate’s neck, as if you were conditioned all your life to be the one to cover up hickies on Jungkook’s skin as your sole purpose. You do the process of covering it up over and over again until you get rid of the marks that remind him he isn’t yours at all, right until he sits up to admire your handicraft.
“Woah, it’s like it wasn’t even there! This is so-“
“Now get out.”
Jungkook’s eyes widen as he gets whiplash from your hostile tone, but he probably chalks it up to you being sleepy, him interrupting your rest, and you desperately wanting to get back to it.
He’s out of your room to now clean up the entire place but your tone doesn’t leave him still, making him sigh out loud while he tries not to overthink it.
You’re just sleepy.
You’d never get mad at him.
Jungkook’s eyes blink once, twice as he resumes wiping down the counters, slower and more thoughtful this time.
You’d never get mad at him, right?
( ♡ )
The day is slow and so is the pain in your heart.
You can’t put a finger on it exactly, but being with Jungkook in any other form besides a soulmate doesn’t hurt you as much nowadays. The hurt is there but it’s never really left anyway. The vacuum in the shape of Jungkook from within you has been there for so long that the hurt you feel seems like a routine at this point.
You look for him in the way when there’s a misplaced decoration on the shelf; a single magazine missing amongst a row of books. You look for it, but you come to accept it. You don’t look for Jungkook in the way when you realize that an heirloom is missing from your possession and you tear around the whole place to seek it.
Having Jungkook away from your grasp feels as normal as you have him within yours platonically, the two weighing the same amount of harrowing.
“I have an idea,” Jungkook proposes to you over the couch when he’s shouldered dinner and it’s just yet to arrive, passing the time by being around you even if your attention isn’t on him. “What if you look at my soulmate mark?”
You’ve only been endlessly scrolling through your feed and as much as you expected Jungkook to bother your silence with one conversation or another, you didn’t think it’d be this.
Rarely does it cross your mind nowadays that you’re soulmates before you’re best friends turned roommates. In fact, not once did you wander about him today and admittedly in realization, it scares you before it relieves you.
“What for?”
“Shit and giggles, I think,” he replies with much amusement but the determination in his eyes tell you that he’s more than insistent. “Don’t tell me about it though. Don’t tell me even a single clue.”
You will yourself to look back at your phone, to ignore him as if he hasn’t said the stupidest yet simultaneously brightest proposal he’s ever given you because it’s too sudden. You’ve waited for years but now that Jungkook’s asking you to look at his mark in behalf of him, simply for shit and giggles, you worry that it’s too sudden. Too early. That the moment you’ve waited for years is too abrupt and now you’d rather wait for another lifetime for it.
“What’re you doing this for?”
You repeat the question again but you’re equally as serious the first time around, seeing his brows furrow because he feels like you’ve changed the atmosphere without him knowing.
“I suddenly got curious.”
“You don’t get curious.”
“I know, I just get easily influenced,” Jungkook sheepishly admits, scratching the back of his head because it seems to him that you’re cornering him and shutting him down for no reason at all. He doesn’t necessarily know why he feels intimidated by you, but it doesn’t mean he wouldn’t try to ease the tension by explaining himself. “Remember when I asked you to cover up my hickies last week?”
“What about it?” your eyes narrow in genuine wonder, prompting you to think just how long Jungkook’s been meaning to ask you this.
“You weren’t wearing a bra that time.”
The words tumble out of Jungkook’s mouth continuously and he only has the mind to look embarrassed by it when you sputter out loud, averting his gaze to suppress a laugh,
“Jungkook-!” your pupils dart wildly, appalled and embarrassed at the same time when you defensively cross your arms across your chest even if what he’s pertaining to has long been finished. “Of course I wasn’t wearing a bra! It was 5 AM and I was still asleep when you kept knocking on my door!”
“And I wasn’t looking!” he defends himself with a laugh, head automatically shaking as he tries to reach out to you but you only swat him away. “I just glanced once because I realized it but I didn’t look again, I swear!”
“Well sometimes, you should keep your mouth shut!” you squeak, rolling your eyes as you try to get away from his further by moving to the opposite end of the couch. “I would’ve been able to live in peace without knowing you saw my boobs through my shirt.”
“It’s normal! Just like you seeing me without a shirt! We live together, stupid. It was bound one way or another,” he argues, earning yet another frustrated groan from you.
You power through the embarrassment because you’d look like such a sore loser if you walk away from him now, hiding your face to a throw pillow as Jungkook gathers his wits while he tries to get closer to you, abandoning his spot on the other end of the couch.
“Not only weren’t you wearing a bra-”
“Watch it,” you seethe when he gets close enough for you to flick his forehead harshly, earning a whine from him in the midst of laughing as he gets choked up.
His cheeks are tinted pink and it’s clear he can’t breathe well with how much he’s entertained, clearing his throat a few times and having to look away from you because your face alone apparently sends him into a fit of giggles.
You think this is the end of it. You think Jungkook’s effectively forgotten about his previous proposal and you’d be able to end the night with a good dinner and no confrontations at all, but your expectation gets spoiled as soon as you started hoping.
“You weren’t wearing your ring too.”
Your heart drops before you even get to digest all of the words, the hurt hitting you before the impending realization.
“W-what?”
Jungkook’s face twists in worry to see you so shaken up when he barely did anything, certain that you wouldn’t look this pale over a few minutes of teasing and banter. He tilts his head at you and it prompts you to straighten up and fix the worry in your features, good enough for him to continue.
“Don’t worry, I didn’t look. Besides, your mark was turned away from me the entire time because you were dabbing on my neck and I was getting sleepy while you did it,” he shrugs carelessly and it’s the first time you could physically feel the relief in your shoulder that melts all away the tension, the feeling so fluid that it feels warm.
“It was still dark too,” he adds in recollection, a faint smile on his face as he gestures to you and motions at your chest vaguely. “All I saw were just like… peaks and shadows.”
“Shut the fuck up, Jungkook,” you snap but there’s no real bite to it. In fact, it even sounds sweet but he doesn’t know how to read between the lines and therefore nestles to your side in rising worry.
“I’m sorryyy,” he drawls out and the moment he feels you pat his nape with your confirmation that it’s okay and doesn’t really matter in the first place, he springs up back to his straight posture against the cushions of the couch, an eager smile evident.
“Anyways, that’s why you have me wondering what’s underneath my ring,” he connects seamlessly, obviously unaware of the way you’ve tensed up beside him. “Now come on, it’s okay! Think of this as me making it up to you. You can go look.”
Jungkook turns his position on the couch to face you, his left hand raised right in front of you and he’s laughing with unknown nerves, the feeling being akin to being tickled because he anticipates it fully, but the sensation feels different every time.
Your mouth dries when you’re faced with the same signet ring that you wear yourself, right on Jungkook’s digit. The shiny silver stares back at you in the eye and you can’t take your gaze away from it, the familiar piece of jewelry looking more unrecognizable the longer you look at it.
You don’t know what you expect from it when he teasingly starts to pull his ring up without any big movements to reveal the ink that’s underneath, but as much as you don’t know what you want to see, the trepidation blooms fully in your chest for you to have the mind in stopping him.
“Don’t.”
Jungkook’s confused and shocked to why you suddenly refused, recalling that just two seconds ago, you were all for his fun little proposal but now you’re no longer on-board.
He’s familiar with the conflict in your eyes, he just doesn’t recognize what’s it supposed to be. He sees the cracks of your hurt, he just doesn’t know the focus of it,
“Why not?” he frowns, genuinely curious to see you avoiding his gaze.
“I shouldn’t be the first one to see it.”
“I trust you, though.”
It’s what hurts all the more because he trusts you to see the initials of what would lead him to his soulmate, to you, but not in looking at you face-to-face for you to become the very thing he doesn’t want.
“Maybe next time, Jungkook.”
The mood is somber and he doesn’t know what to make of it besides the fact that you worry him deeply, bending downwards to have a glance at your face. “Do you wanna talk about it?”
He looks down on his ring but now he suddenly feels off-put looking at it, obscuring his mark that makes him curious.
“Does it have to do with your own soulmate not wanting you?” he jokes around lightly to ease the mood and if only he knew that he’s hurting you right where it hurts, he would’ve shut his mouth int the first place.
You’re bitter, harshly biting the inside of your cheek to prevent yourself from crying, voice straining as you try to bring back the playful atmosphere.
“I’ll have you know, I’m easy to love, Jungkook. Try it sometime."
He giggles right to your face — laughs at your hurt, right to your vulnerability and the little pride you have left.
“Silly,” Jungkook ruffles your hair in much amusement, eyes crinkling in giddiness because you’ve bounced back from the minor inconvenience in his eyes just as quick. “I can’t love you.”
( ♡ )
Jungkook’s family has a new house.
What’s different this time is that the house they had built isn’t for business purposes to be occupied by long-time tenants nor short-term guests. The spacious three-floored house is wide in technicality but it feels quaint and warm with all the furniture and personality inside it. Most vacation houses and cottages they had built are neutral, the life of the space completely dependent on its future inhabitants. But this house of theirs is clearly their own, the evidence of the three-member family visible from floor to ceiling.
Your family’s at the top of the guest list for their housewarming and it’d be a lie to say that you don’t feel fold seeing your parents and older siblings’ reaction to the welcome that the Jeon family gives. They’re nice hosts with the way they usher their visitors to the catering tables but they’re even more warm and familial with the way they give you your plates themselves, taking you by the arm as they tour your family around their house way ahead of everyone.
Mr. Jeon gushes to your dad how they have a pond out back and invites him to accompany him next week to buy fish for their deck, Jungkook’s dad insisting that he drives the two of them and they can go for street food right after.
Jungkook takes pride in touring around your mom and your older siblings by proudly introducing them to the other visitors, all along the lines of how you’re all basically like family ever since they’ve moved in next door to your family, their humble beginnings in the form of their original house where they started from scratch.
You stand meekly by the corner, against one of the towering pillars as you watch everyone interact with each other. One thing about the Jeon family is that they’re just the type of successful no one could ever be bitter of because they’re immensely kind and genuine, not a trace of bitterness being seen in any of the faces you see.
You know the last thing you should be feeling at the moment is displacement because as far as you knew, your family’s the talk of the household right after the hosts’. You should know out of all people that you belong in this environment that’s nothing short of familial and supportive, but it’s unavoidable.
It’s unavoidable because you see exactly why Jungkook doesn’t need you.
It’s inevitable to feel out of place because in yet another house that serves as a home for Jungkook, you realize why he finds no need nor significance in having a soulmate because he has everything he needs and more.
He has everything that completes him and balances him perfectly. He stands on his own two feet and is able to be happy without knowing who the universe has assigned for him. He lives and breathes without knowing you and it’s perfectly okay.
It’s perfectly okay for him to not want you and only live for himself because he doesn’t owe you at all.
Jungkook doesn’t owe you the love that you give him and that’s perfectly okay.
Everything should be perfectly okay because he is and yet you don’t know why your eyes are downcast despite everyone else around moving on without you. No one owes you anything and you should know better than to even voice the tiniest bit of sentiments you’ve been repressing all this time because the hurt you feel should only be yours.
All the while, you’re oblivious to how you’ve gained the attention of the woman who knows Jungkook the most before you.
“It’s Jungkook, isn’t it?”
Mrs. Jeon stands before you and your eyes flit to hers in an instant, pupils trembling to see what she could possibly mean.
You think you could salvage the pitiful situation she’s caught you in because of course, there’s no possible way that she could know, right? Even your own family doesn’t know of the initials that are inked on your finger and they’re your own flesh and blood. If anything, they should be the one who’d figure it out first.
The lie you were supposed to tell her gets caught in your throat because from her gaze alone, the same gaze you receive when Hoseok speaks you the truths you always try and make excuses for, you know that she knows.
Mrs. Jeon sees right through you before Jungkook and the realization crosses her face that the two of you only stand parallel.
“I’m sorry,” she apologizes, the dots connecting in her head much faster even if it’s years worth of all her intuitions, the gravity of it only hitting her now. “I’m so, so sorry.”
“There’s nothing to be sorry for.”
You quickly shake your head even if she holds your hands in hers, her eyes wide and glassy to see her son’s soulmate in this light. She’s always treated you as a daughter and at first, she thought it’s because she only has a son. That maybe it’s because Jungkook’s an only child and she’s always wanted a daughter figure in her life. That maybe, she just happens to love you more than any of the daughters her friends have because she’s known you the longest.
She feels so remorseful that she should’ve listened to her instincts more and not just glaze over the fact that perhaps, you were her son’s soulmate. She feels that maybe she could’ve protected you better by saying that sooner or later, Jungkook would outgrow his phase of sleeping around.
She’s not blind to see the makeup that covers her son’s neck whenever she comes over, no matter how seamless it is. However, she’s blind enough to not see that it’s you all this time and how you’ve been hurting far longer than you should’ve.
“But what about you? What happens to you?”
“I’ll be okay, mom.”
She told you to call her that, much like how your mother insisted that Jungkook calls her that too. You reassure her endlessly that she shouldn’t feel sorry at all because it’s no one’s fault, and if it’s anyone whose blame should befall on, it should be you.
“Why did it have to be you?” her lip blubbers and it reminds you of her son, seeing her clench her eyes at the second wave of realization that you must be so hurt beyond salvation. “Oh god, I’m so sorry, Y/N.”
You don’t deserve the apology but hearing it makes you awed, your own tears welling at your eyes because for once, even if it’s the person you’ve least expected to say it to you, you feel seen. You feel remorse and pity without being looked down on; something you haven’t been able to experience in a long time.
“You deserve someone better than Jungkook.”
She looks up as if it would resolve anything. Mrs. Jeon looks like she’s begging for the universe to befall and it catches you off-guard with how she’s hugging you so tightly.
If she prayed to the universe for a short second, then the universe must’ve loved her enough to grant whatever it is that she wished for. The universe doesn’t befall on you but rather, it marches up to you with a furrow in his brow and his jaw clenched.
“What do you mean better than me?”
Jungkook didn’t mean to eavesdrop in the first place but he couldn’t hold himself back from inserting himself into the conversation that two of the most important women in his life were having, thinking it would be something he’s familiar with given the way the two of you looked shellshocked at each other.
“What are you talking about?”
He harshly whispers and neither of you meet his desperate gaze, not one bit of reassurance trying to confirm nor deny what he had just heard. He looks at his mother clutching your hands, thumb particularly rubbing your signet ring like how she would with a wound to soothe.
The realization and the heaviness that come with it are unlike no other.
“In my room now.”
Jungkook seethes as he doesn’t wait for an answer, pulling you desperately upstairs. He’s fuming even if his grasp on your wrist is gentle. He’s furious at you even if he nudges you inside his room, closing the door behind him firmer than he’d ever think of.
“Jungkook-“
“You are so fucking evil.”
What you could only see at the surface is that he’s mad, the maddest you’ve ever seen him. You don’t know if he’s mad at you directly but you feel the bite of his words nonetheless, catching you in surprise that you stutter.
“W-what?”
His expression can’t be gauged and neither can he discern what he feels. All he feels is that he’s in the dark and he’s disoriented with how blinding the light is that’s focused on him now, voice turning hoarse with how overwhelmed he feels.
“How long have you known? How long were you lying to me, huh?” he has his hands on his hips, looking at you as if he’s never seen you before and all he knows is that he’s angry at you. It feels like he doesn’t know you besides the outline of you that blindsides him. “How many people know that it’s me? How did it happen that my mother knew that I’m your soulmate before I did?”
You’re mad at him too. You’re angry at him because he speaks down to you in the way as if he doesn’t know you and all you’ve done to him is hurt him when not once did you betray him to be treated hostile as such. All you’ve done is give and it feels like Jungkook’s asking you to give him the satisfaction of being angry at you, one that he feels entitled to.
“I didn’t let you know because you didn’t want to. You’ve said it yourself a hundred times!”
“How would I have known that my fucking soulmate was standing in front of me the whole time?” he raises his voice, eyes widening. “Almost my whole life, Y/N! You knew and you didn’t even question my beliefs once?”
“And I know you don’t love me for almost as long as my whole life too. Even if I told you, it wouldn’t have made a difference. You wanted to be free and I let you!”
He scoffs, throwing his head back to mock you. He’s never the one to cry when arguing but the frustration wells up in his eyes because it all feels too much.
“So now you’re holding your heroic act against me? You already know how I feel about soulmates. You already know what I don’t feel about you! You could’ve just left and I would’ve understood!”
“No, Jungkook. You wouldn’t have understood,” your finger points at him and you don’t feel the slightest bit of remorse that you’ve offended him. “You wouldn’t have understood because not once were you in my shoes. I didn’t leave you because you didn’t want me to leave!”
Jungkook would make you cross your heart multiple times for you to never leave him. You were older than him by a few months and at one point, Jungkook must’ve looked up to you. He would’ve made you cross your heart to not leave him in the playground as kids and to not leave him to eat alone at lunch as students. He made you cross your heart to not leave him for longer than necessary as roommates, and cross your heart to lock your doors so he’d be able to sleep securely at night that nothing and nobody can harm you.
“You’re right, I wouldn’t have wanted you to leave,” he grits his teeth, looking at you menacingly with stray tears on his cheeks. “But when I said that, I meant that in the sense that you shouldn’t ever leave your best friend.”
“You could’ve left me as a soulmate and I would be okay, Y/N,” Jungkook emphasizes and it’s not lost on you what he’s asking from you now. “But you’re still here! You’re still around me and it’s like you’re expecting me to love you back!”
You’re flawed but you know better than to let Jungkook construct his own truths that the both of you know are lies, persistently shaking your head as your eyes prick in frustration.
“I would never force you to love me back and you know it, Jungkook.”
You mean it with every fiber in your being because it’s tattooed into your mind that he doesn’t owe you anything at all. You love Jungkook simply because you do and you don’t expect it to be requited.
You mean it genuinely when you say that not once have you ever pressured him to love you back but it falls on deaf ears because he goes on, no matter how much you try to get it through his mind.
“I don't have to love you. Goddamn it Y/N, atleast give me a choice here. Don't just chain me to you!"
You resist the urge to grip at your hair as you cry, sobbing frustratedly. His words no longer hurt but what instead hurts you is that he makes you out for someone who isn’t you, the little pride you have left forcing you to stand up for yourself and become rational. “Hey, hey. Listen. Two people can be soulmates and not be in love with each other, y'know? That's possible."
“It’s not-“
“I’m already in love with you, Jungkook! That's the problem!”
You burst as you raise your voice and the little moment of calm gets washed away because Jungkook retaliates even louder, his chest heaving as he points at himself.
“I’m the problem now? You've been begging me all this time to love you back, and now I’m the problem?"
“You're not getting my point, Jungkook!"
“I’m really not getting your point here because you're making it sound like it's my fault that you love me!"
You try to breathe deeply, running your hands through your hair as the words slip out of you. “Maybe it's your fault, have you ever thought about that? You act as if you love me-"
“What the fuck? I’m kind, Y/N. Being kind is different from-"
“Best friends don’t-“
The words get lost on your tongue.
You stop yourself and it’s as if one seed of clarity plants itself in your mind, the sudden silence making Jungkook cease the heaving of his chest as none of you speak a word.
You’re flawed but this is the only time you feel that it’s fine to be as such, figuring that if you want to salvage the tiny bit of whatever compassion you have for yourself, you should no longer try. The tensions melts away from your shoulders and Jungkook feels the way the atmosphere once again changes before he knows it, wide eyes trying to gauge what exactly is happening.
“I’ll stop — cross my heart.”
( ♡ )
Jungkook doesn’t want to lose you.
It’s your university’s semestral break for the holidays and throughout the entire time, you haven’t contacted him.
You don’t contact him even when it’s the day before Christmas and there’s two minutes left on the clock before it’s the 25th.
The two of you are apart this time. You’re in your childhood home while his family stays over in their new vacation house. His parents miss your family beyond measure but they’d overheard your fight and decided that maybe having a different celebration this year, one that’s only the three of them even if it’s not as boisterous and fun being with your household, is for the better.
The wound’s still fresh. The sting’s still there and it’s barely healing.
That’s why Jungkook sends you a quick series of texts before his family feasts without you.
i’m sorry for the things i’ve said, i was really rude
i don’t want to lose you
happy holidays btw, we miss you
see you after break :)
( ♡ )
It’s like it never happened.
It’s like Jungkook didn’t cry himself to sleep and feel extremely lethargic because as soon as break was over and the two of you are back into your shared apartment, you act normal.
You act as if nothing changed and it drives him out of his mind for you to be so casual despite everything because it’s like this time, he’s the only who’s affected by the entire situation that’s unfolded. The two of you’ve already exchanged apologies and reassurances that you’d move on collectively but now that he thinks about it, Jungkook never should’ve agreed to move on.
He never should’ve agreed to move on because out of the two of you, you’re the only one who isn’t on a standstill.
He’s distraught that even if it’s the same scenario and scenery before the two of you even blew over, you move on from him faster than he thought you could. Jungkook almost cried himself to sleep when you weren’t home by 9 PM from your classes and you looked genuinely confused to see him pacing by the kitchen, waiting for you to come home.
He feels like he’s losing it by the minute when you wake up by yourself and not without his incessant knocking that you’d be late for class if you stay in bed for a minute longer.
His heart feels like it’s about to break down when you don’t call him over to say hi whenever your parents call you, only getting to hear your conversations through the door as he suddenly feels that he’s excluded from all the things he shares with you.
He reminds himself that he wanted this. He reminds himself that he said he wanted you to leave during his family’s housewarming party, that he then retracts his statement and said he didn’t want to lose you over the holidays, and that all throughout the years he’s been with you — he’s never wanted you.
Jungkook reminds himself that he’s still with you.
He’s still with you, that much he knows.
He just isn’t sure if you’re still with him.
( ♡ )
Jungkook didn’t expect for this to hurt so bad.
He didn’t expect to be so lost into his thoughts that he couldn’t sleep in his room and marches right outside the living room wearing a new pair of socks that he didn’t expect to be this slippery, not registering into his mind that he’s done household chores the whole day to keep his mind preoccupied and that the hardwood floors are squeaky clean with wax.
He didn’t expect that he’d slip and fall on his arm painfully that it makes him wince, groaning at the impact of his body weight crushing his arm and for such a striking pain to travel to his elbow all the way to the tips of his fingers.
Jungkook didn’t expect for it to hurt this much because you don’t come out of your room to help him and he can’t take it, frustrated as he can’t get up that he does nothing but yell out your name multiple times.
All his calls for you effectively summoned you out but you’re more confused than you are panicked, a gasp leaving your lips when you see him lying in pain on the floor.
“What happened to you?” you ask in worry as you try to pull him up without hurting him, making him wince while trying to answer your question nonetheless.
“Huh?” he lets you carry him up to sit him down the couch for the meantime, assessing just how bad his fracture looks like to see if you’d have to drive him to the hospital. “What do you mean? Didn’t you feel the pain?”
Jungkook knows about the red string of pull and his eyes blink twice in confusion because you only realize what he’s talking about belatedly, the genuine confusion in your face making him swallow the lump in his throat.
“Oh. I didn't feel it. There wasn't a pull."
“Stop joking with me."
He clenches his jaw at how you could manage to play with him over such an important matter, even more baffled when you defensively shake your head and even breathlessly laugh.
“I’m not, Kook! I swear, I really didn't."
“Bullshit,” he rolls his eyes casually, deadpanning at you with a gasp emerging from his lips. “You knew I broke my arm and intentionally didn't help me!”
“Jungkook, I swear on my life,” he sees you hold up your hand in the air in a promise, tiny giggles of disbelief leaving you as he genuinely can’t understand where exactly is the humor you find in this.
He purses his lips and tries to look deeper for anything in your eyes that give you away even the slightest bit, pointing at your ring. “Take it off."
He watches intently the way surprise sweeps across your features and he thinks for a second that you’re just lying to him — you wouldn’t really take off your ring because doing so would confirm his hopes that it’s his same initials with the same vivid shade of red, right?
But you do it nonetheless.
Truth be told you’ve only removed your ring once since the incident because you didn’t want to be reminded of whose initials were underneath it, but it surprises you that your compliance gets the better of you and you take it off from him.
Jungkook’s stare falters to see the very thing he’s asked for.
What he could only make out clearly now is the J in the middle of his first and last initial, the two other letters clearly not as prominent. You’re shocked to see the difference from when you last saw your mark, the first J and K by your ring finger fading in contrast.
“You can’t — is this true?” he finds himself swallowing the lump in his throat painfully, taking your finger into his own hands that he barely winces using his other arm, rubbing his thumb against your skin to see if it was just some trick. “Surely you can’t spell my name without the jeon and the kook, right?”
His breathing is too heavy and you don’t speak either. The two of you have heard about this once when you were children from both of your mothers, all blissfully too young and unaware to consider the possibility that it might just happen to the two of you.
“About the mark-…”
“My mom said-…”
The two of you pipe up at the same time but Jungkook lets you go first because even if you haven’t spoken at the same time as he did, he wouldn’t have been able to finish what he was supposed to say.
You say your next words honestly, in a gentle and soft voice but it lands loud and disruptive to Jungkook’s ears, making him want to clamp his ears shut because he refuses to believe.
“It could be because the universe is reassigning me a new soulmate.”
“Y-yeah,” he clears his throat as if it would stop the tears that are threatening to fall on his cheeks, looking down on his lap as he unconsciously hunches on himself. “I remember our moms saying this when we were kids.”
“Mhmm,” you hum in recollection, pointing to him eagerly because the two of you are at the same page. “I asked my mom about a week ago then an hour later, I got put into a groupchat with all the moms of the friends that I have."
Jungkook weakly snorts to match your energy because he’s weak. He’s too weak to raise his head to face how you’re so nonchalant about this and this time, it’s him who’s hurting so badly.
“Everyone's bets are on PJM — Park Jimin! Who would’ve known, right? The J initial makes sense."
Jimin, a family friend of a family friend.
Jimin, the one kid in preschool that always wowed the parents and the teachers because he talks like how a fourth-grader would and knows how to do addition with the carrying.
Jimin, a distant friend who studied abroad for college and whose news broke out that he’s coming back home during his break and plans to settle here in your city.
Jimin, someone who’s theorized to replace Jungkook.
“Don't even joke about that. I’m serious,” he mumbles under his breath and the croak of his voice gives him away, suddenly standing up from the couch and forgetting about his physical pain entirely, bidding you a quiet good night that he could only know is not something that he’d be getting underneath this dark.
“I’m gonna go to sleep."
( ♡ )
Jungkook wishes that his eyesight wasn’t so clear.
He wishes he didn’t heed his mother’s warnings of not looking at screens for too long too closely and his father’s insistence that he takes his vegetables and vitamins.
He wishes that his vision is poor because in that way, he wouldn’t be able to notice how the silver that’s against your skin looks different; how he couldn’t tell that it’s shine isn’t the same that he’s used to seeing and how it’s no longer the signet ring that looks like the same piece that he wears on your ring finger.
“Did you change your ring?"
He asks you one morning when you’re making breakfast. He memorizes seeing the furrow in your brows and the realization in your face as you look down on your hand, his words clicking into your head in understanding.
“Oh yeah, I did.”
Your ring’s now of a thicker design with intricate details and swirls, the band of it seemingly molded into decorative crosses. It looks heavy and of high-quality and Jungkook’s certain that your ring’s more expensive this time, clueless to where and when you got it.
The groove of the silver reminds him of the letter P, and his mind goes to Jimin’s family name instantaneously — and it makes Jungkook pray that he’d rather have his vision tainted than to ever see it on your skin.
( ♡ )
“Where are you going this early in the morning?”
Jungkook can’t bear to sleep in his bedroom anymore nowadays because it feels to confined, not wanting to be alone with his thoughts and insecurities which is why he chooses to sleep in the living room where it’s open and he has everywhere else to look at besides his ceiling.
He hasn’t even been sleeping well in the first place which is why he’s alert from his shallow nap when your door clicks open and he sees you already bathed and dressed.
“My dad told me to join him fishing,” you answer when you move on from the surprise he’s given you, releasing the hand from your chest as you calm down. “He’s fishing with Jimin’s dad.”
You’re too busy packing snacks that you don’t register how there’s pillows and blankets on the couch because Jungkook sleeps out here nowadays, compared to your assumptions that he’s just gaming or doing his assignments. Your back is turned to him which is why you don’t notice his face that looks crestfallen at your further explanation, heart sinking in thought.
“Oh,” he stabilizes his voice as best as he could, eyes set at the back of your head as he tries not to give himself away. “Would Jimin be there?”
“Not sure. I’ll see when I get there.”
He nods once, biting on his lip as he tries again.
“Is my dad coming with?”
“O-oh,” the realization crosses your mind that your dad’s companion when it comes to fishing and perhaps any other activity is Mr. Jeon, only hitting you now that you haven’t heard the mention of his name. “I honestly don’t know.”
That’s the thing of both your dads and Jungkook aches at the thought if his time is over. If his family’s time is over with yours. If it’s too late and the ink on your finger can no longer be traced back to him.
If it’s still him.
“Drive safe, m’kay? Call me when you need me.”
You don’t approach him for a goodbye hug and he feels too odd to only keep to himself as you leave out the door, not looking back even once.
Call me even if you don’t need me.
The words only remain on his tongue because speaking it out loud is pointless. It’s pathetic to be said out in the open because you aren’t there for him to look like a fool in front of. He looks pathetic as he waits for you.
It’s because you don’t call him throughout the day to ask if he’s already brought out the meat to defrost for his lunch or what he wants for dinner because you’re ordering on the way home. It’s because you don’t tell him to text you repeatedly so you wouldn’t fall asleep in traffic and miss out on your dad’s banter. It’s because even if he doesn’t need anything from you; even if you aren’t willing to give and he’s eager to take —
Jungkook will always need you.
( ♡ )
The pain Jungkook feels in his bones simmers before it bubbles over.
It marinates and lulls into his skin warmly before it stings. It’s a soothing type of heat that he mistakes for tension before it starts to sting. The pain he feels in his heart all the way down to the pit of his stomach stings before it boils and bubbles at his skin.
The pain he feels burns him unlike no other.
It’s the type of hurt he feels that no matter how much he rubs at his skin and cries his eyes out, it doesn’t relieve him even the slightest bit. He doesn’t feel the calmness when he goes through every single thing that used to soothe him before, every chance at salvation only for the pain to burn deeper making him more frustrated than the last.
Jungkook cries his eyes out every night and he thinks he’s exhausted all the tears out of himself because he finds himself knocking on your door, waiting for you to grant him entrance as he keeps his breathing at bay.
It’s late at night when you’re buried into doing your requirements that you tumble out of your chair to open the door for Jungkook, figuring that it must be an emergency with the way his knocks are desperate.
His eyes land on you the moment you open the door for him, words crawling out of his mouth as he pleads.
“Let me kiss you."
He’s no stranger to the confusion in your face and it feels as if nothing from the two of you would surprise each other at this point. He knows you’re tired and busy but he can’t stop himself to just reserve what he feels tonight and save it for the morning.
Your mouth flounders in wonder, closing it when you figure that nothing else would be lost from you.
You let Jungkook kiss you.
You taste as sweet as Jungkook thought for you to be and more and he cries. He cries as you allow him to kiss you for the first time and let him knock his forehead against yours as his cheeks are damp with despair, eyes looking down on your finger instinctively.
You know exactly what he’s looking at and it makes you sigh solemnly, pressing your knuckles against your sheets so he wouldn’t be able to see.
“Jungkook-…”
Jungkook refuses to give up because this time, he interrupts you with an even deeper kiss that you accidentally moan into, lost into your senses by the surprise that it makes your eyes close.
He tastes you deeper and longer and he feels like he can’t breathe, inhales feeling heavier and his exhales being fewer that you have to put a hand on his chest to nudge him away from you, a pitiful look spanning across your eyes that makes him shut his.
“Kissing me harder isn't gonna help.”
His initials on your finger don’t magically turn more vibrant, more alive. He thinks he’s exhausted every single tear he could possibly cry but it’s seemingly not over, sobbing into his hands right in front of you.
“Why are you not freaked out that your mark's disappearing?! It's changing! I-it might not even be me anymore!”
Jungkook sobs brokenly when he used to not be able to even have his voice tremble at your presence. His shoulders hunch and give out and you have no choice but to catch him with your hands, fearing that he’d tumble out of the edge of your bed and fall on the floor.
“I thought you wanted this. I’m not consciously controlling this, Jungkook. It's just the same when you had no control of your mark not appearing on you."
His words haven’t left you but so is the remaining little love you have for him, knowing realistically that a single night of confrontation isn’t enough to undo years of loving.
“It's on me now. I-It's showing up on me, but it's disappearing from you."
His sobs wrack his own body and you think for a moment that he’s about to pass out with how much he coughs from getting choked up, springing more tears into his eyes as he feels like puking.
“You started to accept it when I started revoking it."
You mumble to yourself in realization and what pains him is that he’s heard it loud and clear, crumpling into your figure as you unconsciously realize that your hand soothes his back.
Jungkook cries the most in his lifetime, tucking his face into your shirt as he shakes his head back and forth like it was a nightmare he’s just forced to live out, words repeating over and over again.
“Don't shut me out."
He clings onto you more than he’s ever had.
Jungkook looks for you in everything and tries to weasel his way into every day that passes, not the least bit of embarrassment creeping up to him on how he looks like a fool every time you leave him hanging and alone.
He apologizes to you day and night until you grow tired of him; until you roll your eyes at him to give it a rest and just shut up at that point onwards.
He endures the hurt and the rejection you give him over and over again; not even going up to par with half of the hurt he’s unknowingly given you all this time.
Jungkook knows he’s flawed — but he’s certain that he’s not flawed enough to stop trying.
He wakes up to the morning light and goes to sleep at the evening glow with only the prayer that he becomes better, better enough to be deserving of you and better enough to be someone the universe would shift connections for.
He’s flawed, but not flawed enough to think that you owe him your love, regardless of his efforts.
The days are warmer and the gaps are fuller when there’s an incessant knocking on your door. The lights are softer and the nights are kinder when there’s a figure that wedges itself beside your bed, a quiet hum to his voice.
“I told you to start locking your doors.”
Jungkook feels the tiny exhale of breath that leaves you before it turns into a giggle, hugging your pillow closer.
“But it’s you.”
He smiles.
“But it’s me.”
Jungkook lies next to you a little closer, his arms bigger compared to the last months that he now manages to cage you fully and have his hands be able to cup yours without having to stretch further.
There’s nothing cool to the touch because nowadays, you let your ring finger breathe as much as he lets his own mark to be seen.
“There are three types of love, y’know?” he hums to your ear when he knows you’re just about to be lulled back to your sleep, able to see you clearly in the dark because no matter what light the both if you are underneath in, he only sees you.
“I was your first, right? Jimin's the second, I’m sure,” he breathily laughs, taking away the hair from your nape because he knows that it bothers you. “I can be the third. I-I can be your third love. I’ll work for it."
For only a second too long that it’s quiet, your voice cutting through the air.
“You can't be my third love, Jungkook,” you hum just as long as his heart stops beating. “You're my only love."
Your eyes are still closed when you silently profess the love that’s never left you, oblivious to how Jungkook is as stiff as concrete behind you that you feel his shoulders lose the hurt immediately. “I’ve loved you three times through."
Jungkook could only hope that it’s not the sleep talking.
He knows you’re real beyond anything and anyone. You’re tangible and fragile and he’s come to learn it a thousand times more. “I’ll love you three times more."
For the longest time on end did Jungkook feel that he’s been falling but the impact never comes. He would’ve wanted to feel it, but either way, he’d know that it would be fine. That he would be fine. That the two of you will be fine and it’s you who he entrusts to spend all of his infinites with, no matter the hurt.
“I love you more than you'll ever know.”
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risqué (m) | two
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➵ summary; in which jungkook finds himself stuck between doing what’s morally correct and giving in to his feelings and desires. what will he choose?
➵ series masterlist · playlist · risqué tag · taglist
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pairing; jungkook x f. reader
word count; 22,063 (i’m so sorry y’all)
rating; 18+
content; age gap au, mutual sexual attraction, smut/angst/fluff
warnings; swearing, mentions of alcohol + being drunk, arguing, so much teasing, bit of dom!jk, making out, grinding, fingering, dirty talk, nipple play, oral (f. receiving), overstimulation, cum eating, handjob, unprotected sex (don’t do it), degrading names, creampie, they’re holding hands, aftercare + cuddles <3
a/n; part 2 of risqué is FINALLY here and i’m so relieved!! i’m sorry for the long wait, i really hope all of you will enjoy it still <3 feel free to reblog and leave a comment with your thoughts on this chapter – it would mean a lot to me! also, remember to stay tuned for part 3 !!
also, a BIG thank you to my beta readers @kookingtae​ and @bruisedscrewedandtattooed​ <333 tysm for your help, bbys! couldn’t have done it without you MWAH
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College has been filling up your entire schedule for a while now, with exams and projects taking up all of your time – including your free-time. Being raised to be an A-student does not always have its perks because it drains you, completely and utterly drains all of your energy. But after seeing the results of your exams and the grades for your projects, you find it all worth it in the end. The pride on your father’s face when you told him was also very much worth it. In fact, your father was so proud of your results that he offered to let you join him on his business trip to Dubai. Dubai sounded absolutely amazing when he asked as it was your last day of exams before the summer break. You had agreed to join in a heartbeat, excitement bubbling in you as you began daydreaming about cocktails at the pool, delicious food, and a nice tan that’ll last the year out.
So here you are, one week later, on your way to the airport with your father. You’re practically bouncing in your seat as if you’re 8 years old again and he’s taking you to a theme park. But just as he pulls into the parking lot of the airport, your excitement is immediately shattered as you spot two people you definitely did not expect to see since your father hasn't said a thing. Right there in the parking lot, waiting with their luggage, are Jaemin and Jungkook.
Your stomach feels funny as Jungkook raises a hand in the air to wave at his boss. You whip around to look at your father, an expression of betrayal on your face as he waves back. But how would your father even know how you feel about seeing Jungkook again? It’s not like you’ve exactly shared what went down between the two of you almost two months ago. You haven’t even talked to Jungkook about it.
In fact, you haven’t seen him in almost two months and yet somehow he has never left your mind – always appearing in your thoughts in the middle of an exam, when hanging out with your friends, at night before going to sleep, even in your dreams. But despite that, you’ve also managed to forget him in a way; your feelings towards him have been fading over time as you were constantly reminded of the things he said to you. But now, as he’s right there in person after two months, everything you’ve ever felt for him is coming back like a tidal wave.
“They're coming too?” You wonder out loud, causing your father to chuckle.
“Of course, pumpkin,” he tells you, “we’re having meetings with possible new partners and customers, I need Jungkook there to show them the very best sides of the company. Besides,” he pauses, glancing at you after having parked the car, “he’s the perfect candidate for the post when I retire someday. I thought I’d show him what it’s all about.”
You huff at his reply and stay seated in the car as your father gets out to greet Jungkook with a friendly hug. You watch them talk as if they’re best pals and you can’t help but grimace at the sight. It’s definitely difficult to stay pissed at Jungkook when he’s such a good person in your father’s eyes. Besides, you know he is a wonderful person, that’s what makes it so frustrating. If he actually was an asshole in general, maybe it’d be easier for you to stay angry at him but just the sight of his smile is enough to have you swoon again. If you had known he’d be joining this trip, you probably wouldn’t have said yes. There’s no way this will end well. If anything, you’ll probably end up with a broken heart before the trip is over.
Letting out a heavy sigh, you collect your things and get out of the car. Jungkook glances over his shoulder at the sound, his face covered in confusion. It’s almost considered a win somehow when you see the way his face falls once he spots you, his eyes locking with yours. Jungkook feels his gut tightening at the sight of you. He hasn’t seen you since that day in the bathroom where he broke all the rules he had set for himself after the kiss at the staff party. You look the same, in fact, you look even prettier than before. What he didn’t exactly expect is the frown that’s painted on your face as you look at him. He should’ve known though. You haven’t forgotten and why would you? Jungkook knows he fucked up. 
“Hey ____, long time no see,” Jaemin greets you with a smile, stepping in front of Jungkook, moving closer to embrace you in a hug that lasts a bit longer than a friendly hug. You accept it, accidentally meeting Jungkook’s eyes over Jaemin’s shoulder. He’s hard to read. What is he thinking? Does he mind the way Jaemin hugs you? Is it okay for you to hug him back? Maybe you should- wait...  that’s right, he doesn’t actually care. 
“Let’s get going,” your father announces once you’re out of the car and by his side. There’s an excited smile on his face and you can’t help but reciprocate it, finding it endearing how excited he is to go on this business trip. He wraps an arm around your shoulders, giving you a squeeze. “Isn’t this great? A business trip with my best employees and my favorite daughter.”
Rolling your eyes, you scoff playfully, “dad, I’m your only daughter.”
This makes Jungkook and Jaemin chuckle as your father waves a dismissive hand at you and starts making his way into the airport. Shaking your head in amusement, you and Jaemin begin to follow behind but a hand around your wrist stops you from moving further. You feel your heartbeat quickening as you glance over your shoulder at the man you’re still completely gone for. Jungkook offers you a small, hesitant smile once your eyes meet his. 
“Can we talk?” He asks, his eyes somewhat hopeful.
Pulling your wrist from his grip, you shake your head as you watch his smile fall, a soft frown taking over his face instead. Your heart breaks a bit at the sight but you don’t show it. He doesn’t deserve your thoughtfulness after the things he said to you. “I don’t think there’s anything to talk about,” you say, mirroring his frown but it soon turns into a sarcastic smile. “Besides, would I even be able to understand? You know, I’m only 20.”
Jungkook’s frown disappears and becomes a glare that matches the one you’re sporting now after the words have left your mouth. He didn’t think you’d use it against him like this, frankly he didn’t expect you to even say a word to him. He didn’t even plan on stopping you from walking away, but something came over him for a moment. He gives up for now, shrugging and nodding curtly, “you’re right, what was I thinking?”
Without giving him an answer, you turn on your heel and follow right behind your father into the airport. Jungkook is right on your heels and his presence is causing your heart to beat just a tad bit faster. It’s with a heavy feeling in your chest as you enter the airport, the short conversation with Jungkook affecting you way more than you’d like. You try to forget about it as you glance around, taking in your surroundings.
The airport is bustling, busy as ever, when you step foot inside. Your father is checking in not too far away, looking very confused at the screen in front of him. You barely get to take another step in his direction before Jungkook appears from behind you, making his way towards your father. He offers to help him out, your father accepting the help right away with a pat on Jungkook’s back. You huff out in annoyance at Jungkook being so popular with your father. If only your father knew what his star employee did with his only daughter, he probably wouldn’t be so popular anymore. If anything, he’d probably get fired, just like Jungkook feared every time he has been involved with you.
Well, you could just tell your father what happened but when it really comes down to it, you don’t want him to know. This is a thing between you and Jungkook and bringing your father into it would just make everything worse, if not fatal. You remember Jungkook saying your father would kill him if he ever found out what happened between the two of you. Despite your current anger towards him, you don’t want your father to hate or fire him. Besides… he still owes you an apology.
The airplane is huge and filled with passengers already once you get there – men and women, children and babies, flight attendants, and two pilots watching it all happen before their eyes. It’s pretty crowded when you enter but the kind flight attendants are thankfully quick to help all of you with both your luggage and finding your seats on business class. Once you finally make it to your assigned seat, you spot your father already seated, ready to take a long nap with headphones, neck pillow and sunglasses on. You don’t expect his help to get your small luggage up as you can tell he’s already slowly dozing off. This man always falls asleep in a matter of split seconds, how he does it still amazes you. But he is a very hardworking man after all, no wonder he’s tired.
However, you don’t need your father’s help getting your luggage up in the cabin above you. It surely can’t be that difficult to lift a small suitcase up there while trying not to accidentally dump it on anyone or yourself. You’re only struggling a little bit to get it up there when a large frame appears behind you. A pair of large hands, one of them tattooed, grabs the suitcase for you and pushes it all the way up. Despite the way your stomach flips at the feeling of his presence behind you, you roll your eyes to yourself before turning around to face your father’s favorite employee.
“I had it,” you tell Jungkook, scowling at him as you cross your arms in front of you.
He nods and purses his lips, trying to keep himself from chuckling at your endless attitude, “I know.”
Scoffing softly, you turn your back to him and make your way to the seat next to Jaemin and not your father as originally planned. Jungkook watches you move away from him, his eyes unintentionally roaming the entirety of your body. He just can’t help himself. You look just like he remembers, body nicely curved and your ass round and perfect in your fitness tights. He’s reminded of the bathroom incident all over again and it’s almost as if he can feel you against him just by looking at you. As he keeps looking at you while you get comfy in the cushioned seat, guilt fills his mind as he remembers the note you and him ended on. But he quickly shakes it off.
“A thank you would do,” he mutters more to himself than anyone else. The words he wishes for don’t ever leave your mouth. So much for trying to be nice. Jungkook shakes his head in disbelief and quietly grumbles ‘spoiled brat’ to himself before sitting down in the seat next to your father. A loud snore emits from his mouth just as Jungkook finds a comfortable position to sit in. The snore coming from his boss causes several people to turn around with confused expressions and Jungkook feels himself sink into his seat. Well, that wasn’t awkward at all.
The plane has only been in the air for around two hours and Jungkook is becoming really annoyed as he occasionally glances to where you and Jaemin sit, just to check up on you. You’re in your own world, clicking away on the screen in front of you, trying to find a movie to watch. Jungkook is having an inner battle with himself about whether or not he should go over there, just to try and settle the tension between the two of you. He already has a lot on his mind because of the importance of this trip and having you walk around, pissed and angry at him will not benefit him at all.
Jungkook isn’t sure how he knows, maybe it’s a guy thing but when Jaemin stretches in his seat, it’s obvious to Jungkook and every other guy on this plane what will happen. He watches as Jaemin slides his arm around your shoulders, an odd feeling bubbling in his chest. You’re not even bothered by it! If anything, you’re relaxing back in your seat, content with Jaemin’s arm around you. Once again, Jungkook finds himself being uncharacteristically impulsive thanks to you as he unbuckles his seatbelt and gets out of the seat. He makes his way to the row you’re sitting in, eyes boring into the back of Jaemin’s skull.
“Hey, Jaemin, switch seats with me for a bit,” Jungkook tells his intern, startling him which ends up with Jaemin jerking away from the cozy position the two of you were in. You look away from the screen, your eyes meeting Jungkook’s for a short moment, but you’re quickly looking away, not giving him the slightest bit of your attention. He sighs as he turns his attention back to Jaemin again. Jungkook hopes it won’t take much to convince him to get the hell out of the seat and away from you.
However, Jaemin’s eyebrows pull together in confusion, “why?”
Jungkook feels his patience running thin as he silently glares at Jaemin, “because I’m your boss and I just said so.”
You can't help but roll your eyes at his words, finding it completely unnecessary that he feels the need to pull the boss-card on Jaemin. Next to you, Jaemin is still receiving a glare from his boss, a glare that tells him to scoot so Jungkook can sit down. You barely pay any attention as Jaemin lets out a defeated sigh and gets up, letting Jungkook take his seat. You don’t spare him a glance as he clears his throat while getting comfortable, hoping you will look at him but he’s without luck. You and your stubborn ass continue to watch the cliché rom-com on the screen.
“____,” Jungkook tries in a hushed voice. You ignore him the first time around. Another call of your name in a low voice has you groaning in annoyance.
“What do you want, Jungkook?”
Jungkook glares at you for a second, not appreciating the attitude but he shouldn’t expect less from you after what happened between the two of you.
“We need to talk,” he declares.
Scoffing, you frown deeply, “I already told you there’s nothing to talk about. If I remember correctly, you already said what you wanted to say.”
Nothing to talk about, huh? 
Jungkook gnaws on his bottom lip as he tries to keep himself from telling you to quit the childish behavior but based on previous experiences, he decides not to as it’ll only make you even angrier and even more stubborn. He’s already stressed enough about this trip as it is. This trip is quite important for the company. If things don't go well this week, his job will be on the line and he doesn’t need you to go around and hate him more than you already do. Also, the fact that you might actually hate him is making his heart sink to his stomach because it was never his intention.
In fact, Jungkook can’t recognize himself when it comes to you. He’s impulsive, easy to convince, and he’s going against all of his personal rules and morals. All of that because you’re such a fucking tease and a flirt, and there might be some part of him that sees you as something more than just a one-time thing. Or that’s what he thinks if the warm feeling he gets in his chest every time you’re near is anything to go by.
“____, please,” he sighs heavily, voice suddenly soft and low again. Your heart skips a beat at the tenderness of his voice, causing you to look at him. Jungkook looks you in the eye, his own holding a soft gaze. “I’m sorry for what I said, alright? Can we please just settle this and have a nice trip? I don’t need you to mope around because of me, I have enough shit I need to deal with already.”
Oh, it is bittersweet when it comes to Jungkook. The look on your face is a mixture of amusement and shock as the words leave his mouth. He really just put your feelings in a pile of ‘shit’ that he needs to ‘deal with’ along with a half-assed apology. This man is unbelievable, so fucking infuriating. The way he never ceases to amaze you with how rude and arrogant he can be is really impressive. And you might as well throw some stupidity in there as well and the fact that he doesn’t consider how his words will affect the people around him before he opens his mouth. You let out a defeated sigh as you redirect your attention to your fiddling hands in your lap. You feel Jungkook’s eyes on you as you pick at your freshly done nails, a vague smile on your face. Something about that smile of yours has Jungkook on edge as he waits impatiently for you to say something but you stay quiet.
“Can you please say something?”
Shrugging, you glance at him and offer him a smile. It doesn’t reach your eyes at all though as you say: “Consider it settled then. I won’t speak to you and you won’t speak to me.” 
Jungkook’s lips part but you don’t let him speak as you continue, “you already made it very clear last time, so please, spare me the insults. I really don’t need them this week,” and with that you turn back to your movie. Thinking you’re done, Jungkook opens his mouth again to speak but you’re not entirely done as you turn to face him again, face void of emotion, “and feel free to watch this movie with me, otherwise go back to your own seat.”
He’s lost for words as he looks at you in surprise. Now, not entirely sure what he should or can say after that, he decides to stay in his seat and quietly watch the movie with you like you offered. The tension between the two of you is thick as a brick wall and you could probably cut it with a knife if it was physically possible, but you both do your best to ignore it as you watch the movie together in complete and utter silence. However, Jungkook can’t keep his eyes from shifting between the screen and the side of your face. You don’t notice it this time around as you’re unconsciously gnawing on your bottom lip and your chin resting in the palm of your hand, elbow propped on the armrest between him and you. He can tell you’re tired as your eyes become droopy and it doesn’t take long until you’re falling asleep, forgetting everything about the movie.
Jungkook doesn’t register the way his face softens as he looks at you falling into a deep slumber. His entire body stiffens though when your head carefully drops to his shoulder, small and light snores emitting from your pretty lips as you lean against him. He’s considering his options, trying to decide whether or not he should remove himself from the seat and have Jaemin sit here instead, but just the mere thought of Jaemin being in his spot has him deciding against it. Instead he does his best to relax in the seat and continue to watch the movie while trying not to wake you up. Spending the last hours of the flight like this doesn’t bother him as much as it could’ve, it’s the reaction you’ll have when you wake up again that has him worried.
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Your father knows you like the back of his own hand and him bringing you to Dubai is no exception. Dubai is exactly what you like in a vacation destination – luxurious hotels, amazing food, cold drinks by the pool, and cute boys as a part of the hotel staff. Ever since arriving in Dubai a few days ago, all you’ve been up to is hanging out by the pool, going shopping and sightseeing while your father, Jungkook, and Jaemin all are attending meetings with several potential partners. You haven’t seen much of them these first two days except for when it was time for dinner. 
The first night was filled with tension to say the least. You arrived at the hotel just before dinner and the taxi ride had been very silent as you were still thoroughly embarrassed after waking up with your head on Jungkook’s shoulder. What made it even worse is without a doubt the fact that Jungkook had given in to sleep himself and was resting his own head on top of yours. The two of you didn’t say much for the rest of the evening after scrambling away from each other as the plane had landed and people around you were beginning to leave. Your dad has been oblivious as always, not noticing the evident tension in the taxi nor at dinner, so it must only be you and Jungkook who’s feeling it. Hopefully Jaemin is as oblivious as your father.
However, Jungkook didn’t join the three of you for dinner the second night, telling Jaemin to pass on the news to your father and you. Jaemin had done so, telling you and your father that his supervisor wasn’t feeling too good and was going to spend the evening in his room. If that excuse wasn’t so fucking basic, you might’ve believed it. Even though it was an obvious lie, you couldn’t help but let your thoughts wander to him as you ate dinner with your father and Jaemin. All you could do was hope he would feel better soon if he actually wasn’t feeling well.
It’s now the third day of the trip and you haven’t seen Jungkook around since the first night. He’s absent when you eat breakfast with Jaemin and your father – probably eating breakfast earlier than the rest of you and going for a run before the first meeting in their busy schedule. He’s that type of person. But despite knowing he’s pretty athletic and going for a run is quite normal for him, you’re convinced that he’s doing everything he can to avoid you. That fact alone makes something in your gut drop. But it’s what he wanted. He wanted this whole thing between you settled and it is now, you suppose. It would’ve been much easier for the both of you if he hadn’t been so damn stubborn about his morals in the first place. The worst thing is probably the fact that you’re just as stubborn, completely set on not letting him affect you like he did before. Maybe you should go back to the old methods from when it all started two months ago?
God, why are you even thinking about him right now? The sun is burning hot in the sky, there’s a cold mojito being served to you by a really cute bartender, and you’re pretty sure he’s been trying to talk to you ever since you got here.
“Smile, beautiful, it suits you more than that frown you’re sporting right now.”
You let out a laugh at his words, sighing heavily as you finally look, like really look, at him. He’s tall as he stands there in the bar, dyed blonde hair parted in the middle, dark brown eyes and very pink lips. He’s smiling at you, the proudness evident on his face as he watches the smile grow on your face, “see, there you go! That’s much better.”
“I’m usually not like this,” you quickly tell him, feeling a sudden urge to assure him that you’re usually not a moody person but instead a really cheerful person who’s always up for a good time and meeting new people. The cute bartender assures you it’s fine, that he has seen much worse while being a bartender at this hotel. He introduces himself as Seunghun, giving your hand a shake before quickly tending to some other guests who are all thirsty for delicious drinks. You watch with a smile as he swerves around the bar, mixing drinks and pouring them in practiced movements.
Once everyone is provided with drinks, he’s back by your side of the bar, leaning over the counter, striking up conversation and keeping you company. He tells you that he’s actually from Seoul but he’s working abroad in Dubai this summer at this hotel you’re coincidentally staying at. He also tells you that he studies at a college in Seoul. When you ask him which one, it appears to be your college which the two of you find rather funny considering most students meet on campus and not in a whole other country. After talking to Seunghun for a while, you can tell he’s a person with a lot of humor as he continues to make you laugh over and over, his smile is bright and the aura around him is filled with positivity. He has your full attention for a long time but you don’t actually keep track. All you know is that time flies by while in great company.
Inside the hotel, your dad is trying to get a hold of you but with no luck. You’re not in your room and you’re not picking up your phone either. Jungkook can easily tell his boss is nearing a point of worry and stress as his daughter is nowhere to be found in this big ass hotel in the middle of Dubai. Jaemin and Jungkook both offer to help look for you, bringing a small amount of relief to your father’s nervous heart. It’s very unlike you to just disappear without saying anything – when you were still living at home with your parents, you’d always make sure to tell them where you were going or who you were hanging out with in case something were to happen to you. But this time you forgot or chose not to and it has your poor father worried sick.
Jungkook is grumbling to himself as he’s roaming the halls of this huge ass hotel, making his way to the restaurant. Maybe you’re in there. The restaurant is pretty empty when he gets there, only a few couples and families enjoying their dinner in the early hours of the evening. However, there’s no sight of you in the restaurant nor near it. Jungkook lets out a frustrated sigh, hating that he’s spending his precious time trying to find you because you didn’t bother to text your father to tell him where you’d be while they were at a meeting. A sign pointing towards the hotel pools catches Jungkook’s attention. If you’re not at one of the pools then maybe, just maybe, he’ll try and call you himself. Not that he thinks you’d actually pick up your phone after seeing his caller-id.
When he arrives at the outdoor pools, dressed in a lot more clothes than most of the people present, he spots you on the other side of the deck. Your back is facing Jungkook as he moves around the pool. He keeps his eyes on you in case you decide to move before he reaches you. You’re fully occupied by the bartender who’s grinning at you as you talk, hands flying around you in gestures. You’re entirely in your own world with Seunghun when Jungkook appears by your side, a familiar tattooed hand coming out to rest on top of the counter. You’re already rolling your eyes, feeling like you’re about to be scolded as if you’re a child, scolded for talking to a ‘stranger’.
“What are you doing? Your father is worried sick because you’re not answering his calls.”
Seunghun looks surprised at the harsh tone of Jungkook’s voice. He glances from you to Jungkook and back to you again, “is this your brother or something?”
Jungkook’s eyebrows raise at the young bartender’s question. Brother? Hell no. That’d be awfully inappropriate. Your next words surprise Jungkook even more, a strong glare directed at you as the words fall from your lips, your hand coming out to pat his chiseled chest softly, “no, he’s just my dad’s little puppet, isn’t that right, Jungkook?”
You wait for Jungkook to say something in return but all he does is glance at your hand on his chest and then glare at you. The look you’re receiving is all you need to understand that Jungkook’s patience can only take so much right now. With a sigh, you remove your hand and start gathering your things. You apologize to Seunghun for leaving so abruptly and tell him the two of you should hang out soon, much to Jungkook’s dismay, before making your way inside the hotel. Jungkook walks right next to you, hand resting on the small of your back as if to guide you. His touch brings a tingle to your stomach as you glance at him. He’s staring straight ahead, jaw clenching and unclenching, the muscles in his jaw and neck flexing every time he moves. Not a single word is exchanged between the two of you. You’re about to head towards your room when Jungkook grabs your upper arm, stopping you from moving away from him. He indiscreetly looks you up and down, lips in a small frown as he suddenly sees what you’re wearing. A sudden question falls from his lips, “what the hell are you wearing?”
You scoff, “a bikini, Jungkook, surely you must’ve seen one before.”
“That is not a bikini, ____, it’s tiny pieces of fabric! I can literally see all of your tits except for your nipples,” he deadpans, hand gesturing to your very much revealed breasts.
You shrug as you cross your arms over your chest. “It’s not like you haven’t seen it before,” you say casually, causing Jungkook to freeze for a split second before glancing around to see if anyone heard you.
“You-,” he begins as he looks back at you but he stops himself before he’ll say something that will hurt you.
Something comes over you, a need and sudden urge to tease him like you did two months back. You can’t help yourself, there’s something about the fact that you’re able to push his buttons every time. Maybe you enjoy making him stutter like a teenage boy or maybe because he challenges you, not giving in right away like most would do. It’s like there’s an invisible string between the two of you as you hum in response and take a step closer, your chest almost touching his.
It seems to provoke him just enough as he looks you dead in the eye, trying his very best not to let his eyes drop to roam your bikini-clad body once more. He clears his throat, “get dressed, will you? We’re all going out for dinner,” he almost grits, the annoyance evident on his face. You watch as he carefully glances you up and down one more time. A small smirk plays upon your lips as you find it rather entertaining how he’s trying his best to seem discreet. He’s not discreet at all as his eyes stay a second too long on your chest where the very small, olive green bikini barely covers you up.
Jungkook knows it's bad when he feels blood rushing to his dick in his beige-colored slacks. He needs to get away from you before he does something he’ll regret – not that you’d mind probably, but he can’t risk it again and definitely not on this trip. 
“We leave in 30 minutes,” he declares before turning on his heel, making his way back to the lobby. You watch him walk away, eyes unapologetically glancing over his body. His tiny waist, cinched by the belt in his pants. Long legs and broad shoulders, short-sleeved shirt making it easy to see his tattoos over the expanse of his right arm, silver jewelry added into the mix and complimenting his skin and tattoos so nicely. You let out an annoyed huff of air as he turns a corner, disappearing from your sight.
How dare he boss you around like that? You’re not a child and even if you were, it’s not his right to tell you what to do. God, he’s so infuriating… and most definitely dangerous because if he asked, you’d probably bend over in a second.
You slip into your hotel room to get ready. It’s quiet in your room as you move towards the bathroom to take a quick shower. It’s when you strip naked and step under the hot water that you feel a rush of warmth run through you as Jungkook invades your thoughts like he so often does. You’re in your own world as you run your hands over your body, washing off the remnants of sunshine. You close your eyes and let the water run over you, breathing quietly yet heavily as you reminisce how he feels beneath your palms – the soft skin of his chiseled body, his long strands of curly, black hair between your fingers, his lips on you and yours on him, quiet yet needy moans and soft praises…
“Oh my god,” you groan to yourself, annoyed as your eyes shoot open abruptly. The bathroom is completely fogged from the steam of the shower. It’s a sign that you’ve been standing there for too long, so you finish up and get out of the shower, wrapping yourself in a towel. You let your body and hair air-dry as you look for an outfit. A small, mischievous smile spreads across your face as you come across a baby blue silky dress. You carefully put it on the bed, leaving it till you’re finished with your makeup and hair. It doesn’t take long as you only do minimum makeup – a bit of highlighter and lip gloss, eyebrows filled in and some mascara. You blow dry your damp hair and put it into a loose bun in the back, pulling out a few strands to make it look more casual. There’s no need for it to be too fancy, it’s just dinner with your father and his employees… one of them being a certain someone who makes you feel all kinds of things.
Ten minutes later, you’re making your way towards the lobby to meet your father, Jaemin, and Jungkook. Your heels click against the marble tiles of the lobby as you step out of the elevator. Your father spots you right away, smiling as you come closer but it soon falters as he notices the dress you’ve decided to wear.
“____, what are you wearing?” He asks, frowning deeply. 
What’s up with people asking you this today?
Jungkook can’t help but look up in pure curiosity as he hears your father’s question. His heart skips a beat when his eyes fall upon you. You’re dressed in a baby blue silk dress with a low and open neckline. It’s almost painted upon your body, reaching just below your knees. Jungkook feels his mouth watering, gulping it down, afraid he might drool if he opens his mouth this instant. It’s game over for him when he notices the way your nipples are easily seen beneath the silky fabric. You’re not wearing a bra, your nipples are slightly stiff, and Jungkook feels his pants become tighter in a certain spot. You know exactly what you’re doing and it’s certainly working. He just wishes it didn’t.
“A dress, dad,” you say and roll your eyes playfully.
“I think you look beautiful, ____,” Jaemin tells you, a cute smile on his face. You thank him with a bright smile as Jungkook and your father collectively glare at the intern.
Your father lets out a defeated sigh, letting you be. “Let’s go, we have reservations for 7 o‘clock,” he announces, motioning all of you to follow along as he exits the hotel.
You follow your father, walking past Jungkook who’s still looking at you like you’re crazy. You offer him a smirk he already knows too well as you brush past him, your shoulder lightly touching him despite there being lots of space. He stays behind for a second, regretting it instantly as he notices that your dress stays on your body because of the strings on the back. There’s a small bow tying them together right above your ass, your entire back revealed for Jungkook to see. Your legs and ass look fucking fantastic in that dress and the heels you’re wearing. Your hair is up, making you look even better as your neck and shoulders are exposed – so much revealed skin.
“Fucking hell,” he breathes out to himself before trailing behind you. This is going to be a long ass evening if you’re gonna push his buttons like you always do.
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Dinner has been alright so far. The restaurant is buzzing with a nice atmosphere, chatter and laughter filling the room, sounds of glass being clinked together and silverware touching plates. There’s an amazing view of Dubai from the window you’re sitting next to. You’re enjoying yourself, sipping on your third glass of wine by now. Your father sits next to you, Jaemin diagonally across from you and Jungkook right in front of you on the other side of the table. You can tell he’s been very careful since you got here – making sure to not accidentally bump his legs against yours underneath the table and avoiding your gaze every second, focusing on his plate, your father or Jaemin whenever they’d talk about work and other boring things you don’t find interesting. He’ll even look at things and people behind you, just not at you specifically.
“What have you been up to all day, pumpkin? You must’ve been too busy to answer your phone,” your father suddenly asks, glancing at you before taking a sip of his wine.
“Well, actually, I spent the day at the pool,” you begin, “I met this really cute guy there… oh, and you know what? He attends the same college as me back in Seoul! He works at the hotel this summer until the next semester begins.” 
Your father smiles as he listens to you gushing about Seunghun, a smile on your face as you do. On the other side of the table Jungkook is gnawing on his plump bottom lip, his gaze harsh as he finally decides to look at you. You smile, mischievous glint in your eye as you meet the eyes of the man across from you. A little white lie won’t hurt anyone, you think to yourself as you speak up again, “he asked me out too.”
“Oh, really?” Your father asks, “I’ll have to meet this young man before he takes you out then.”
Giggling as innocently as you can, you give your father’s arm a squeeze as you smile, “of course, dad.”
Jungkook’s face falls as the words leave your lips but he quickly recovers, moving to take a long sip from his glass of white wine. You watch the way his Adam's apple bops as he swallows the alcoholic liquid. Once he puts the glass down, his tongue pokes out to lick the remnants of white wine off his lips and it has you zooming in on the small actions. His eyes immediately focus back on his plate as he takes another bite of his dessert. You rest your chin in your palm, quickly checking to see if Jaemin or your father are paying any attention to the two of you. Your father is occupied by Jaemin, their discussion focusing on something sports related. It doesn’t really catch your attention as you return it to Jungkook.
He feels you looking at him as he pushes the last bite of his brownie around on the plate. He knows that when he finally decides to look up, he’ll regret it and sure enough, he’s right. The first thing his eyes meet when he looks up is you smiling softly at him, that familiar, innocent yet devilish look on your face. Your glass of wine is in one hand, the pointer finger of the other hand tracing the rim of the glass as you lock eyes with him. Jungkook’s gaze drops to your pointer finger, watching it circle around the rim. His lips part slightly when you glance down at your plate before biting your bottom lip teasingly and dipping your pointer finger in the last bits of chocolate sauce. 
Oh, fuck no, Jungkook curses mentally when his eyes follow your movements, watching intensely as you press the pad of your finger against the flat of your tongue. His member reacts right away when you close your lips around the tip of your finger, cock straining against the confinements of his pants as you suck off the chocolate. The annoying, teasing smirk never leaves your face as you let go of your finger with a small ‘pop’. Jungkook’s face must be entertaining as hell as you chuckle to yourself.
“Excuse me, boys,” you suddenly announce, moving to get out of your seat, “I need to use the ladies’ room real quick, I’ll be right back.”
Your father and Jaemin pay it no mind, returning to their conversation. You raise a single, challenging eyebrow at Jungkook before turning on your heel and heading towards the hallway with bathrooms. Back at the table, Jungkook is watching you walk away, eyes skimming over your swaying hips and your legs. For a short split second he remembers what it’s like to have those exact legs wrapped around his waist while fucking into you, sweet moans and soft whimpering echoing in his mind. His thoughts have him swearing under his breath.
He glances at your father and Jaemin. They seem too caught up in their intense discussion on baseball teams to even notice whether Jungkook leaves the table or not. He slides out of his seat and follows you to the bathrooms, hating himself for every step he takes. Here he is again, taking the bait and following you like a man with no self control whatsoever. His chest is rising and falling in ragged breaths of air as he feels himself lose his mind. You really have the fucking nerve to tease him like this when you suggested yourself that neither of you would speak to one another. Have you already forgotten the short talk you had on the plane? It seems to have slipped your mind since you’re constantly trying to provoke him like you’re doing right now.
When he finally turns the corner to the hallway with bathrooms, he spots you leaning against the wall as you wait for your turn. You notice his hovering figure not too far away, turning your head to look at him. He looks pissed and it is a sight to behold. It’s kind of hot the way his fists are clenched tightly by his sides, the annoyed look on his face as a result of you testing his patience like it’s some sort of game.
“Have you lost your fucking mind?” He growls lowly, stepping closer to you.
You shrug and frown, “I don't know what you’re talking about?”
Jungkook lets out a tired sigh, “you know exactly what I’m talking about.”
He’s right. You do know what he’s talking about, of course, you do. You can’t help it as a smile spreads across your face, your eyes meeting his dark, brown ones. He’s really trying his very hardest to not give in once again like he did almost two months ago. You know you almost have him convinced to just get over himself for the second time and have his needs fulfilled by you.
“I already told you back then that it’s never gonna happen again,” he grits. “You damn well know what I’m risking just by having this conversation with you.”
Rolling your eyes at his never-ending excuses, you push yourself off the wall, standing up straight in front of him. He looks down at you, eyes scanning your face. He wants to give in, he really does. You’re without a doubt the prettiest, most beautiful and sexiest woman he has ever laid his eyes on, but he also knows that you’re not as innocent as most may think. You’re manipulating in a way so convincing that it takes all of him to stay unbothered by your antics. 
“If you want,” you softly say, voice sweet and just loud enough for him to hear as your hand slides up the expanse of his chest, “I can stop by your room later when we’re back at the hotel.”
“What- No, absolutely not.”
Jungkook can’t believe you and he definitely can’t believe his own fucking dick is betraying him and reacting to your actions, or even your words for that matter. You didn’t even explicitly say what you mean and yet his cock is twitching in his pants, desperate to get out of the tight confinements of his pants. The worst part about this is probably the fact that Jungkook knows what he’s missing out on. He knows what it’s like to have you completely spread open just for him, he knows what you sound like when he does certain things and he knows how fucking amazing it feels to kiss you while fucking you raw.
“You sure?”
You try once more, pulling him from his thoughts by moving your hand down to run over his chiseled abdomen. Jungkook’s breathing stutters for a short moment as your hands roam his torso. Was he sure? He doesn’t actually know as he nods sternly and grabs your wrist, stopping it from moving any further on his body, “stop playing, ____.”
“Well,” you smile up at him as you pull your wrist from his grip, “let me know if you change your mind.”
Jungkook groans inwardly as you move away from him. He’s not sure what he hates the most – you being so damn persistent or the fact that he’s too weak to say no. You don’t get far away from him before he wraps his hand around your hand, pulling you back. He hauls you in, arm wrapping around your waist to keep you so close that his breath hits the shell of your ear. His hand spreads across the expanse of your bare lower back, carefully sliding down to the bow at the end. You shudder in his embrace as his hand softly touches the skin just above the bow and his lips brush your ear, the feeling all too familiar. 
“1 am,” he tells you, voice low in your ear, “knock twice.”
You’re about to answer him, brag a tiny bit too maybe as he finally gave in to you, but he’s already leaving the hallway. You stay back, mouth slightly agape in surprise. You didn’t actually think he’d change his mind… and definitely not that quickly. Not that you’re complaining though. You know what he’s capable of but even if you’d just end up talking for the entire night, you’d be more than satisfied. That would give you a chance to understand why he has been so headstrong about keeping his distance. It’d give you a chance to ask questions you haven't had the chance of asking yet, questions you want to know the answer to.
You let out a shaky sigh to ease off the tension, forgetting everything about going to the bathroom as you make your way back to the table. Your father and Jaemin have moved on to another topic in their endless discussion when you reach the table. Jungkook is watching you as you sit back down in your seat. Now that you know he expects you in his room later, you feel more on edge. But there’s no way you’ll ever let him know.
This evening suddenly took a slightly different turn.
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Jungkook’s nerves are through the roof as he paces around in his hotel room. He’s gnawing on his bottom lip, checking the time on his wrist every few minutes. It’ll be 1 am soon and he’s impatiently (excitedly?) waiting for you to knock on his door. What he’ll do when you get here is unknown to him; he’ll probably end up acting impulsively as always when it comes to you. He’ll probably do the things he’s been imagining all night ever since you sucked chocolate off your finger while wearing that gorgeous dress. Just the mere thought of you doing that has him daydreaming about your lips and how fucking amazing it feels to have them on him – on his skin, on his own lips, on his cock… everywhere. He lets out a heavy sigh at the images in his mind, feeling his heartbeat quickening and his cock twitching in his pants. 
Deciding he’ll drive himself insane by pacing back and forth, he sits down on a cushioned chair, leaning back to relax. He sighs deeply, running his hands over his face and up into his curly strands of black hair. Minutes tick by, still no knocking on the door. This waiting game has him wondering what the hell he’s doing. What exactly was his plan when he told you to come to his room at 1 am?
Something in him wants to just wreck you entirely, even more so than the last time he had you fully. Another part of him wants to spend the night talking to you, getting to know you as much as possible but what’s the point of that? Tonight, whatever happens, will be the last time for sure. There won’t be anymore between you after tonight. The age gap between you and him is why it’ll never work out and the fact that you’re his boss’ daughter is the only red flag Jungkook will and should ever need. It’s literally doomed to go wrong. So whatever happens tonight will be the last time for the two of you. For good.
He checks his watch again, realizing it’s past 1 am. That’s odd, he thinks to himself. He really had expected you to come by his room. It was you who suggested it in the first place after all. Jungkook’s fingers tap against the armrest of the chair as he thinks hard. He could just go to bed and forget everything about tonight. There’s a small part of him that is annoyed as hell though, frustrated that you’d lead him on like that and then not show up as if it’s all a game to you. Jungkook acts without thinking, getting up from the cushioned chair and leaving his hotel room. He heads to your room with purpose in his steps. He’s about to knock but stops himself, taking a step away from the door. “Okay, no,” he mumbles to himself, about to turn around and head back to his own room again, “fuck, wait.”
He stops again, walking back to the door to your room. He stares at it for a good thirty seconds before his hand knocks three times by itself. He hears shuffling on the other side of the door and a few seconds later he’s met by your face, a beautiful smile that annoys him to a tee on your lips. His eyes meet yours, yours mischievous as hell… his own hard and hooded. He glances you up and down, taking in the tiny silk-like robe you’re wearing. It’s loosely wrapped around your body, tied in the front in a bow. It just barely covers your breasts, the curve of them easy for Jungkook to see. He can tell you’re not wearing anything under it and it’s already driving him absolutely insane.
“I knew you were gonna come sooner or later,” you say as he steps closer without further thinking.
Jungkook rolls his eyes, “do you ever shut up?”
A surprised gasp leaves your lips as he grabs the back of your neck, finger tangled in your hair as he pulls you in for a kiss. You instantly relax against him, arms sliding around his shoulders to pull him closer. His mouth moves with yours like it’s meant to do so, his tongue licking your bottom lip before sliding between your lips and melting against yours. His kisses are still the best you’ve ever experienced. You let out a soft moan as he walks you backwards, further into your hotel room. He makes sure to close the door after him before he picks you up. You squeal lightly at his actions, automatically wrapping your legs around his waist. Jungkook feels the familiarity of having your legs around him despite it being two months since the last time.
He carries you to the couch that is placed in the middle of this big suite of yours, sitting down with you on his lap. You straddle him, almost instantly grinding down on his already hardening cock. Jungkook groans against your lips at the feeling, hands sliding up your naked thighs. Your skin is soft like silk under his palms as he slides his hands further up and under your robe.
Your head falls back once he starts kissing his way down your cheek and neck, towards your collar bones that are exposed due to the way your silk robe has slipped down your shoulders. Even your tits are out for him to see and touch, fully displayed for him as you’re not wearing a bra. Jungkook’s hands settle on your ass, guiding you forward to grind down on his hard cock over and over again. You both moan softly into the dimly lit atmosphere of your hotel room, the feeling of him against your throbbing core mixed with the way his lips leave kisses and small bites all over your neck and collarbones enough to have you whimpering.
“Fuck,” you whimper as his lips wrap around your exposed nipple, hands still helping you grind against him. It’s almost too much – his lips on your breasts, his hands on your ass, squeezing the flesh tightly like you’ll stop if he doesn’t have a tight grip on you. But as your fingers tangle in his black curls, you find yourself suddenly giggling. This whole scenario unfolding right now is quite humorous in a way as it reminds you of two months ago when he so easily gave in just like tonight. You were so sure that nothing would happen between the two of you ever again, but here you are, already losing yourself on his cock and he’s not even buried deep within you yet. You’re not sure what’s more funny though – him giving in to your teasing ways or you being an absolute simp for him once he’s all over you.
“What’s so funny?” Jungkook asks, letting go of your nipple with a popping sound, but lips still leaving kisses against the soft skin of your upper chest.
“This whole thing,” you sigh deeply as you close your eyes, enjoying every single touch he leaves on your body, his hands moving on from your ass to slide up the sides of your torso, hands spreading across your back, “you really need to grow a backbone, you know?”
Jungkook grunts against your skin, biting softly causing you to yelp in pain as he huffs out, “shut up, ____.”
Leaning back, you cup his face in one hand to make him look at you, his cheeks slightly squeezed between your fingers. Smirking, you lean in to brush your lips over his, whispering: “make me.”
His lips instantly crash against yours, kisses hungry and passionate as he undoes the bow of your robe. It’s quickly stripped off your body and dropped to the floor, the cold air hitting your body all at once. You shiver but it’s soon forgotten as Jungkook’s hands roam your body, squeezing your breasts while his tongue intertwines with yours. A low, throaty moan emits from him and you swallow it, absolutely loving the sounds he makes. He pulls away, breathing heavily against your lips while watching your face contorted in pleasure as one of his hands drops to between your legs, fingertips feeling the wet spot on your panties.
Jungkook groans softly at the feeling. “So wet,” he whispers under his breath.
You’re already thoroughly soaked and all the two of you have been doing so far is making out and grinding against each other. He fucking loves it, his boner becoming even harder because of it. You gasp as he pushes your panties to the side, fingertips touching your wet lips. He spreads them apart, thumb circling your clit in a slow torturous motion that has your head falling to his shoulder, a soft whimper escaping your lips.
“Oh my... J-Jungkook-” You moan as he sinks his digits into you, fingering you slowly while his thumb rubs circular motions onto your clit in a faster pace than his fingers in you, “f-fuck.”
Without noticing yourself, you begin to rock against his fingers, desperate to feel some friction that’ll make you cum. Jungkook smirks against the skin of your shoulder, listening to the sweet whimpers and soft moans you let out against the fabric of his shirt. You’re putty in his hands, barely keeping yourself together to grind against his hand. Your hand claws onto his shirt as he leaves kisses on your naked shoulder. His free hand comes up to tangle with your hair, pulling your head up so that you’re facing him.
“Look at me,” he tells you, voice stern yet soft. Your eyes open slowly, hooded as they meet his dark ones. Jungkook feels his dick tighten in his pants as he looks at you. He takes in the sight of your parted lips, eyebrows furrowed together in pleasure and eyes half closed as you look at him. He has no control over himself as he pulls you in for another kiss, this one slow and wet, tongues lapping against one another in a slow tempo as his fingers keep working magic on your clenching core. You’re whimpering into his mouth, begging between kisses, desperate to feel relieved. Pulling away from the kiss, Jungkook rests his forehead against yours, breathing as heavily as you while he says: “Cum for me,” voice low and raspy as he continues, “want you to cum for me, baby.”
His words are enough for you to tumble over the edge, an orgasm running through your body and veins as you whine, the hands on his shoulders tightly clutching his shirt in them. “Oh my god,” you moan, the tone of your voice slightly high-pitched, legs shaking and hips stuttering as you rock against him, riding out your high. Jungkook grunts as he feels your walls clench around his fingers, the feeling almost enough to have him shoot his load in his pants.
A deep, fucked-out sigh leaves your lips as you melt in his lap, breathing heavily to regain your breath. The tingling feeling of your orgasm is still in your body as Jungkook waits patiently for you to calm down, hand gone from between your legs, now resting on top of your thigh and his thumb caressing your skin softly. The small, innocent action causes your heart to flutter. You hate that your heart becomes mushy because of such small, simple things. You couldn’t hate him, even if you tried your very hardest. This crush of yours is not a simple crush anymore at this point and it’s both scary and exciting at the same time.
No words are exchanged between you as you’re kissing him again. It’s slow this time, almost careful too and quiet as the two of you sit in the afterglow, his hands still softly caressing the skin on your thighs. Once the after effects of your orgasm have died down, you slowly begin to move on top of his lap again, wanting to get him off as well. Jungkook grunts against your lips, hands tightening their grip on your thighs. He can’t do this. He just can’t. It’s not fair to you. His kisses become hesitant and the feeling of him pulling away from you has you stopping your movements. He pulls back just enough so he can look you in the eyes.
Jungkook feels his heart beating hard within his chest as he looks at you, taking in the confused features on your face as you wait for him to do the next move. When he doesn’t move to do anything at all, you let out a playful scoff and chuckle softly as you reach for the belt in his pants, wanting to remove it so you can provide him the same amount of pleasure he just gave you. However, you don’t get to unbuckle his belt before Jungkook’s hands are covering your own, stopping you from going further. Confused once more, you look up at him.
“Do you not want me to…?” You ask, voice small with hints of a frown on your lips.
Jungkook shakes his head, a small smile on his face, “no, it’s okay, you don’t have to.”
“But,” you begin, glancing down at the obvious bulge in his pants, “Jungkook, I can literally see your hard on in your pants right now. C’mon, just let me take care of you.”
Leaning back close to his face, a smile is on your lips as you search for his mouth, wanting to kiss him again and again and again. Jungkook selfishly accepts your kisses, giving into you like he always does, kissing you slowly, terribly slowly. Kissing you is not the problem but as soon as your hands start wandering again, this time sliding underneath his shirt, he pulls back.
“____, no,” he sighs and stops your hands again. 
“What’s wrong?”
You can tell he’s struggling to say what he needs to say, so you softly, carefully, cup his face. You hope it brings some sort of encouragement for him to say what’s on his mind. His hand covers yours only to remove it.
“This, us… won’t happen again, alright? It wasn’t even supposed to happen in the first place.”
He avoids your gaze, looking at anything but you even though you’re still straddling his lap. The more he avoids your eyes, the more you begin to feel absolutely ridiculous and stupid. The realisation suddenly hits you, your arms wrapping around your body to cover up your naked body. You should’ve known it would end up like this. A scowl takes over your features as you watch him, silently daring him to look at you. When he doesn’t react at all, you scoff and get off his lap, grabbing your silk robe off the floor and putting it on, wrapping it tightly around your body.
He hates doing this to you, saying shit that doesn’t always end up the way he wants it to. It’s like there’s a curse hanging above his head. He can’t, for the sake of his life, say anything remotely nice to you. He wants to but it always ends up becoming some bullshit that only makes you even more frustrated.
“Why do you keep saying that and doing the complete opposite?”
Jungkook groans, head falling back against the back of the couch. You watch in silence as he runs a hand through his black and messy hair.
“I don’t know, okay? You’re so fucking infuriating, ____, all the damn time,” he says, looking at you again. “I have a reputation and a job to keep up so I’m trying my very best to end this before it gets out of hand. You know your dad’s gonna kill me if he ever finds out.”
“You’re an asshole,” you grit, “you do know that, right?”
His eyes close for a short moment before letting out a sigh as he shrugs, “I know.”
God, he’s not even denying it! What the hell is going on? You’re staring at him in disbelief, wondering what happened to him since he came to your room just about 30 minutes ago. Just half an hour ago when he came to your room, your father didn’t seem to be a problem. It seems that once something actually starts to happen, he backs out and rebuilds those walls he just let down for a short moment.
“I just don’t understand why my father has to be the one deciding whether we fuck or not,” you say, shrugging helplessly. “Occasionally hooking up isn’t a crime, is it?”
“That’s even worse,” Jungkook groans, finding it frustrating that you can’t see the issues of whatever it is the two of you have going on. “The only thing we’ve done so far is fuck, ____, if it was anything more than that, it’d be a different story!”
You feel your heart drop to the pit of your stomach as his words leave his mouth, hanging in the air around the two of you. Jungkook watches the way your face falls, a frown replacing the annoyed expression you were sporting before. So basically, what you’ve been to him all this time since the bathroom incident is an easy ticket to get laid. Something in you had hoped there would be something under the surface; you know there is from your side. 
Jungkook sits up, elbows resting on his knees. He contemplates saying something to ease the obvious disappointment you’re going through right now, but he’s not sure what to say to make you feel better. In all honesty, he’s scared to say anything at all as it usually ends up hurting you either way. 
“I can’t lose my job,” he quietly says after a while with silence. You lift your head to look at him, your eyes meeting his in the dimly lit room. Jungkook’s eyes scans your face, taking in every detail as he sighs deeply, “this right here… you and I? It’s not worth the risk. It’s not gonna work out in the end and you know it.”
Nodding, you shrug.
“You’re right,” you tell him, smiling sadly, “I don’t think I’d be able to be with a man who doesn’t know what he wants anyway.”
With that being said, you leave him on your couch, ignoring the calls of your name and heading for the en-suite bathroom to take a shower. You need to get his touch off you, the mere thought of it causing your heart to break just a bit for every time it grazes your mind. You don’t get very far though as Jungkook gets off the couch, following you. He stops you from leaving the room, hand wrapping around your wrist to pull you around to face him.
“____, c’mon,” he says, “that's not what this is about.”
Denial. There’s so much denial when it comes to him, it’s tiring.
“Tell me what it’s about then.”
Jungkook stays silent, lips parting and closing again as he tries to explain it to you. He seems to be at a loss as he lets out an annoyed groan.
“Let me tell you what it is,” you say instead when nothing leaves those pretty lips of his, “right now it looks like you have some shit you need to figure out before you can even begin to care about anyone but yourself.”
Your words feel like a punch to his gut, feeling some sort of disappointment that you still haven’t figured out that he actually cares, more than he probably should to be honest. But how can he blame you? All he has ever done is deny you time after time only to give in in the end and then deny you again. What he’s putting you through is some serious indecisive behavior. You’re right, he does need to figure out his shit before he’s able to fully care for someone other than himself. But despite knowing all of that, your words still hurt.
“Is that really how you think of me?”
You shrug, frowning at him, “are there any other explanations? If there is, please enlighten me because this is getting really tiring, Jungkook.”
Jungkook stays quiet, contemplating whether or not he should tell you that he actually cares but just can’t find it in himself to accept it. He wants to do whatever he wants with you – kiss you whenever he feels like it, hold your hand while taking you on dates, fuck you without worrying that someone might find out. He wants to do all of that with you but it feels like everything (just his inner self, really) is against him, keeping him from doing what he wants to do. And instead of just overcoming the fear of getting fired and losing the respect he has earned over the past ten years, he deals with it the only way he knows – by being an A-class asshole.
“I’m just a good fuck to you, right?” 
You pull him from his thoughts with your question. No, you’re so much more, he wants to say but can’t get himself to do so. Instead, he shrugs and nods, dealing with it like he always does.
“Yeah… I guess you are,” he confirms your fear.
Inhaling sharply, your lips turn into a straight line as you feel your chest tightening, not at all prepared for him to agree just like that. Jungkook watches, with a deep frown and a heavy feeling in his chest, the way your eyes become watery. He can tell you’re trying your very hardest to not let the tears fall. You’re stubborn like that, he knows.
“Please leave,” you whisper, scared that if you talk louder your voice will betray you.
“____…” Jungkook tries, wanting to comfort you, perhaps even kiss the pain away, even though he knows he shouldn’t.
“Get out!”
He winces at the sound of your voice breaking as you snap at him. Jungkook glances at you one last time, noticing how your arms are tightly wrapped around yourself as you glare at him, silently pleading for him to get out of your hotel room and leave you alone. It’s with guilt filling his body to the brim that he quietly whispers ‘I’m sorry’ before leaving your room, walking away from you like he should have in the beginning of this mess.
Once he’s out of your room, you gasp for air as if someone removed a big stone off your entire body. Along with the relief comes tears, flooding over and trickling down your cheeks as you turn off the light and head to bed.
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The next morning arrives too soon and you’re positive that the universe is against you the moment you open your eyes. It's 8 o’clock and you’re getting out of bed with a heavy feeling in your body, yesterday’s mishaps fresh in your mind. Your eyes are heavy with sleep and your body is sore from spending energy on crying yourself to sleep after he left. Horror paints your face as you come face to face with yourself in the mirror, your eyes slightly red around the edges, the tip of your nose the same. Your entire face is puffy and your lips are swollen from the bruising, hungry kisses Jungkook showered you with last night. The mere thought of Jungkook brings a single rupture of butterflies up in your stomach. It’s a nice blissful feeling until you remember how he decided to open his mouth and say the same shit he always says. You feel a pang in your chest as you remember last night. The way he looked at you with so much regret and guilt that it almost had you believing that he cares. 
But despite him being his usual A-class asshole self to you last night, you still can’t bring yourself to hate him. There’s something about him that has you hanging on, curious to see what it takes to have him realize that following your morals might not always be the safest and best way to go about things. Sure, it can be difficult to teach an old dog new tricks but taking risks once in a while wouldn’t hurt him. Besides, you’ve never been one to turn down a challenge. Especially when the challenge is Jeon Jungkook. Sighing deeply, you look at yourself in the mirror. The sight of yourself has you grimacing.
“____, you need to get your shit together,” you mumble, pointing at yourself in the mirror.
You’re not in a rush as you get dressed in a loose dress and slippers. You apply some minimal makeup to look decent and not like you’re being put through immense emotional stress because of a certain someone. Your hair is thrown into a messy bun on top of your head before you grab your phone and keycard for your hotel room and head down to the restaurant. As you near the restaurant and the aroma of the breakfast buffet hits your nose, you feel your stomach growling in hunger. Eggs and bacon sound absolutely delicious right now. 
It takes a moment before you spot your father in the far corner of the restaurant. He waves you over, smiling as you come closer. He greets you with a warm ‘good morning, pumpkin’ and a fatherly kiss to your head. Jungkook’s back is facing you but you notice the way he tenses in his seat as you stand right behind his chair. Trying your best to ignore the way the air around you fills with tension, you greet them all good morning, only receiving one back from Jaemin and not Jungkook as you expected. And like you said, the universe definitely has something against you as you notice the only seat available is the one between your father and Jungkook. You hesitatingly pull out the seat and sit down, immediately reaching for the already filled cup of coffee. While taking a sip, you take the chance and sneak a glance at Jungkook.
He looks tired as hell, just like you. His hair is damp from showering, skin nicely tanned and lips pink as ever. He looks comfortable and relaxed in an oversized black t-shirt and ripped blue jeans. His outfit is very unlike his usual business attire but it suits him. A lot. The only imperfect thing about him is the slightly evident bags under his eyes as he sips on his own cup of coffee. As if he can feel you looking at him, he looks up. He offers you a half smile, hoping it’ll relieve the tension just a bit. You feel your stomach tightening as you accept it, not giving one back but simply nodding in response. You inhale sharply as you feel a new round of tears in your eyes, quickly looking away again. There’s just no way you’ll cry at the table because of him. You’re better than that, you think to yourself as silence overcomes the table. 
However, it’s soon broken by none other than Seunghun. His eyes find yours immediately and a beautiful smile overtakes his features as he greets the four of you, eyeing Jungkook for a second longer than the rest of you.
“Good morning! Can I interest you in some breakfast today?” He asks politely, the positive vibes radiating off him. 
“We’ll just have the buffet, thank you,” your father politely tells Seunghun. Seunghun nods in return, telling you that you’re free to go grab some food whenever you’re ready. You take him up on it and get up almost immediately. You grab a plate and begin filling it with food, taking your sweet time so that you don’t have to sit next to Jungkook for too long.
“Slept well, beautiful?” Seunghun asks from behind you, causing you to jump in surprise, free hand clutching where your heart is. He quickly apologizes with a grin on his face, his cheeks turning a soft red color. 
“Jeez, Seunghun, has anyone never told you that sneaking up on people can be dangerous?” You scold him playfully, swatting at his upper arm. “To answer your question, yes, thank you for asking. What about you?”
Seunghun doesn't have to know that you only got four hours of sleep because your mind kept thinking for hours straight, not letting you fall asleep. The small-talk flows between you and him as you continue to put food on your plate. He tells you he’s off work early today and is planning on going out later in the evening. You tell him it sounds fun, envying him for being old enough to get into clubs. He chuckles softly as you pout at the fact that you’re only 20 years old and can’t get into the clubs without a fake ID.
“I can get you in,” Seunghun then tells you, “I know someone who can get us both in without problems.” You probably shouldn’t but clubbing sounds really fun after last night. You could use a fun night out with someone like Seunghun. You say you’ll think about it and in return you receive his phone number, “just let me know when you’ve made up your mind, alright?”
You nod and flash him a smile, one of those you know he thinks suits you. He’s quickly back to work, serving drinks to guests and cleaning tables. You turn your focus back on the food in front of you, slowly and carefully making your way around the tables filled with delicious food. You’re humming to yourself, completely immersed in your own little world when Jungkook appears behind you in line for food.
“You’re not actually gonna go, are you?” He asks quietly, indirectly telling you he had overheard Seunghun asking you to join him at a club later tonight. Why would he suddenly care what you do and don’t do?
You shrug, glancing over your shoulder at him. “I don’t see why not, he’s cute,” you say, causing Jungkook to scoff lightly from behind you. “Besides, it’s not like you care anyway.”
Jungkook doesn’t get to say anything in return as you grab a glass of juice and head back to the table, leaving him at the buffet. Jungkook stays back, looking after you as you leave, not even sparing him a single glance. You’re right, he doesn’t care – or that’s what he thought at least, but he’s not so sure anymore. Especially after last night. He didn’t think he’d care who you hung out with or not, but it’s a terrible feeling, watching you make plans with another guy the day after he had you whimpering and falling apart on his fingers. It’s his own fault, he knows that. He also knows that it’s probably for the best. Seunghun is obviously more ideal for you compared to Jungkook. He even attends the same college as you. It couldn’t be more ideal than it is.
Once you’re back in your hotel room after eating breakfast, you let out a heavy sigh of relief. Sitting next to Jungkook for a whole hour after last night was intense – not that he did anything or said anything for that matter. He was very, very quiet, only once in a while answering the questions your father would ask him. He was so quiet that it was as if he wasn’t even there. What annoys you the most is the fact that it bothers you to a point where you’re almost considering going to his room and demanding an explanation as to why he’d do that, why he’d stay quiet after last night. Does he really not care? You didn’t believe it at first, only using it against him at the buffet to spite him a bit after what happened last night. But if he doesn’t care, why would he comment on the fact that Seunghun asked you out?
Why must he be so confusing and frustrating?
“Wow, you look amazing,” Seunghun tells you with a bright grin when you meet him later in the lobby after letting him know you’d love to go out. He looks you up and down with an impressed expression, taking in your outfit.
You smile in return, thanking him. “I do my best.”
“Well, you’re doing great,” he winks, “ready to go?”
Nodding, you allow him to carefully grab your hand, guiding you outside of the hotel and onto the pavement. The walk to the club isn’t long and you’re there in no time. The loud music is easy to hear even from the outside as you follow behind Seunghun, looking around with mesmerized eyes as he talks to the bouncer. The club is huge, people entering and leaving all the time as you wait to be let inside. The bouncer nods at Seunghun’s words and steps aside, letting you both in. Seunghun’s hand is still tightly clutching yours as he makes his way through the crowd of people. You let yourself be guided by him, not really sure where to go without his help. 
“How are you even able to get in so easily?” You ask out of curiosity.
Shrugging, Seunghun smirks, “you make a few friends here and there when you spend a whole summer in another country.”
“Right.”
“Want me to get you a drink?” Seunghun asks after you’ve found a place to sit. You nod, telling him what you’d like. He smiles, “gotcha.”
You watch as he walks away, heading for the bar. You sit by yourself, looking around again. The interior of the club is amazing – there’s a big dance floor in the middle, already filled with people as they let loose with each other. There are corners with couches and pillows, creating some sort of cozy vibe and tables with chairs scattered around the club as well. On the second level is a balcony, allowing the people up there to look over the rest of the club. You guess it’s people with tons of money that are up there as you spot a woman with actual real diamond earrings in her ears and a big rock on her finger. 
“Here you go, beautiful,” Seunghun says as he returns with two drinks, placing a colorful one in front of you before sitting down next to you. You take a sip right away, moaning softly at the delicious taste that fills your mouth. “Good?”
“Amazing,” you correct him, grinning as you take another sip.
After finishing a few or five drinks (and some shots here and there) while talking to Seunghun about almost everything from classes at college to your biggest fear as a kid, you’re getting up from your seat. There’s a buzzing feeling in your body causing you to give Seunghun a mischievous look as you come to stand in front of him. He doesn’t register what’s about to happen, yelping in surprise as you pull him to his feet and onto the dancefloor. The bass of the music pumps through your body as you let go, swaying your hips to the rhythm. Seunghun is quite the dancer himself as he lets loose, showing off his moves. As the song escalates the closer Seunghun moves, now sliding his arm around your waist, pulling you tightly against his front. You close your eyes, smirking softly to yourself as you let him guide your body to the rhythm. His other hand rests on your hip, lips brushing the shell of your ear as the atmosphere becomes more tense and heavier around the two of you. 
“Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?” Seunghun suddenly rasps into your ear, hand on your hip tightening slightly.
You hum as you turn around to face him, a small smirk on your lips, “you might’ve mentioned it once or twice.”
A tiny tingle erupts in your stomach when you catch Seunghun’s eyes dropping to your lips for a short moment. They shift between your lips and your eyes as he leans closer, his head tilting to the side as he gets nearer. Your hands work automatically when his lips lock with yours, sliding around his neck to pull him closer. His tongue licks your bottom lip, asking for entrance. You grant it, softly moaning when his tongue intertwines with yours. His hands place themselves on your hips, pulling your body flush against his. You feel one of his hands slide down from your hip to your ass, barely getting to touch it before Jungkook’s face flashes in your mind for a split second causing you to abruptly pull away from Seunghun.
“What’s wrong?” He asks, a concerned look on his face as you look at him with wide eyes.
You can’t believe Jungkook just made his way into your mind so randomly while you were kissing Seunghun. There’s just no way he’s gonna be the reason for your night being ruined. Shaking it off, you plaster on a smile as you look up at Seunghun, instantly pulling him back in, “nothing, sorry… where were we?”
Seunghun soon forgets about the way you had jerked away from him, returning to the kiss again with a small, teasing smirk. But just as his lips touch yours again, Jungkook’s voice appears in your mind and before you know it, you’re pushing softly against Seunghun's chest to create some distance.
“Sorry, I can’t do this,” you apologize, avoiding his confused expression as he watches you back away from him.
“____, where are you going?”
You ignore his question, heading for the entrance of the club. This place suddenly feels very small, suffocating in a way. You need to get out of here. The bouncer is asking you if you’re feeling alright as you leave the club. You say something in return, not entirely sure what but it seems to satisfy him as he leaves you alone. The breezy wind of Dubai at night hits you, the alcohol you’ve been drinking hitting you in an instant. You feel your eyes becoming drowsy as you try to figure out which direction the hotel is. Deciding on what feels more right in your drunken state, you begin walking. Despite wobbling on your legs, you make your way back to the hotel. Seunghun soon catches up, getting in front of you to stop you from walking further.
“Hey, what’s going on?” He asks, confusion written all over his face.
Seunghun can easily tell that the drinks are catching up on you now as you’re unable to focus on his face. You mumble something under your breath, your slurred speech making it difficult for Seunghun to understand. The only thing he catches is ‘Jungkook’ and then a lot of mispronounced and slurred words that make no sense. He’s about to ask you to repeat what you just said but you’re already making your way around him, continuing in the direction of the hotel. Seunghun quickly follows, walking next to you with his arms out in case you decide to fall face first into the pavement.
“Y-you know what- *hiccup*, Ssseunghun?” You suddenly ask, head whipping around to look at him. It seems to be too quick of a motion for you as you almost tip over. Seunghun catches you, getting you back up on your feet. He keeps his arm around your waist for support as he hums in response to your questions. You smile drunkenly up at him, a small laugh leaving your lips, “i liked k-kissing youuu.”
Seunghun chuckles, “is that so?”
“Mhm,” you hum and sigh heavily, “yeah, ‘twas nice but i like- i like kissing jungkook more.”
The mention of Jungkook has Seunghun’s smile faltering on the edges but you don’t notice as you’re drunk off your ass, not really noticing anything at all as he guides you back to the hotel. Once the two of you finally reach the hotel, Seunghun fights to get you up the front stairs. You’re not cooperating at all, but it seems to be fun for you since you’re laughing while Seunghun struggles. It’s quiet in the lobby when he finally manages to get you inside, the only people present being two receptionists and a bellboy.
“Let’s get you up to your room,” Seunghun says, guiding you to the elevator,. “what floor are you on?”
You’re leaning against the wall inside the elevator as Seunghun turns to look at you, awaiting an answer. Looking at the number of floors on the display, you spot a number that rings a bell, “19th.”
The elevator ride is quiet. Seunghun is standing next to you, watching the number change as the elevator goes up. You’re leaning your head on his shoulder, eyes closed as you wait for the ding-sound, trying not to fall on your butt. Soon enough the elevator arrives at the 19th floor. 
“I’ll be fine from here,” you tell Seunghun, pressing a hand to his chest to stop him from leaving the elevator. 
He scans your face for a few seconds, “are you sure?”
You nod and smile drunkenly, “yup... I’ll p-probably end up inviting you inside if you come near me again.”
He chuckles at that. Despite your vision being somewhat blurry you can tell he’s contemplating what to do. You try your best to smile without looking like a complete idiot, hoping it’ll be enough for him to accept that you don’t need (read: want) his help anymore. Nodding slowly, he purses his lips before smiling gently at you, “alright… Sweet dreams, beautiful. Text me when you wake up, okay?”
The doors of the elevator close between the two of you before you can respond. You should definitely remember to text him tomorrow, you think to yourself as you turn on your heel and head down the hallway, making your way to a specific door while fishing through your purse, trying to find your keycard. Once you find it, you hold it to the scanner, not registering that it doesn’t unlock before you grab the handle and try to open the door. It doesn’t budge at all causing you to swear under your breath. Under normal and sober circumstances you would’ve gone to the reception to ask for a new key card or for help at least, but drunk you do not think that far as you try to unlock once more and begin to pull at the handle again and again, whining to yourself when it still won’t budge. Just as you’re about to hit the door in frustration, it opens, revealing a person you did not expect to see. Jungkook stares at you with tired eyes, a look of confusion on his face.
Why is he in your room? You didn’t invite him, did you? No, you definitely didn’t. 
“What are you doing?” He asks, slightly annoyed to be woken up at this late hour on his last night here in Dubai. Except, he wasn’t actually asleep. He hasn't been able to after he found out you went out with Seunghun in the end.
“Why are you in my room?” You answer his question with a question, not waiting for an answer as you push past him and walk into the room. You stumble towards the couch that’s in his room. Jungkook watches you in bewilderment, wondering what the hell is going on but closes the door after you anyway. He can tell you’re about to trip over your own stumbling legs, hurrying to your side to catch you before you fall and hit your head on something. Now, how would he explain that to your father? You’re just giggling as Jungkook helps to keep you steady on your own two feet. It seems all of your decency has gone out of the window along with your sobriety as you plop down on the couch, your short dress riding up by accident. Jungkook accidentally catches a glimpse of a pair of familiar pink lace panties before he quickly grabs your legs and closes them, trying his best to pull the hem of your dress down a bit. He swears under his breath as he’s reminded of the last time he saw those hot pink panties of yours.
There’s a drowsy smile on your face as he squats down in front of you. Your eyes are very shiny and slightly red on the edges from drinking. Your cheeks have a faint red tone to them and your lips are slightly swollen – from what exactly Jungkook doesn’t want to know. All he knows is that you need to be sobered up or else you’ll wake up with a massive hangover tomorrow morning. This is exactly why there’s a law about age when it comes to drinking.
“God, you’re drunk,” he mutters quietly as he looks you over, hand reaching up to tug your hair away from your face. He’s quiet as he scans your face, looking at you with his dark brown eyes. Even though you’re more drunk than what should be allowed, you still look beautiful. Your dress looks amazing wrapped around your curves, the color of it complementing your skin to perfection. The heels on your feet make your legs look fucking fantastic just like the other night when you wore that blue dress and heels. Snapping back out of his thoughts, he smiles at you, “let’s get you sobered up, yeah?”
You’re nodding slowly in response, your eyes falling shut as the drunkenness turns to tiredness. It’s when your eyes are completely closed and you’re falling back onto the couch that Jungkook takes his chance and jogs to the mini fridge to get you a bottle of water. He sits down next to you on the couch, nudging your arm softly to wake you up from your slumber.
“Here, drink this,” he orders, handing you the water bottle. You sit up to grab it, doing as he says and taking a few sips. Once you’ve drunk a good amount of water, Jungkook takes the bottle from your hand and places it on the coffee table in front of you. You watch in silence as he grabs your legs and puts them over his lap, beginning to undo your strappy heels. 
“You’re so sweet to me, Kook,” you mumble drunkenly as you fall back against the couch, laying flat on your back. Jungkook lets out a heavy sigh at the nickname, dropping the first shoe to the floor. Your drunken mind obviously forgot what he said about calling him that, “oh, sorry! You don’t want me to call you that- wait, why can’t I call you that?”
“Because… actually, you know what? You can call me Kook if you want,” he tells you, forgetting about his own rules and principles because of you. As always. 
“Really?”
There’s a smile on your face as you lift your head a bit to look at him. Something tugs at Jungkook’s heartstrings as he nods, his heart softening as your smile turns into a grin. He nods and shrugs to confirm his own words, “yeah, sure, why not?”
“What about Kookie?” You giggle sleepily as he moves on to your other foot. He shakes his head while grimacing, causing you both to laugh. Both of you fall silent again as he pulls off the last shoe and drops it to lay on the floor next to the other one. His hand rests on top of one of your legs as he looks at you, just now noticing you’re slowly nodding off. “I’ll stick with Kook then,” you barely get to mutter before you’re snoring softly, lips parted a bit.
Jungkook chuckles and sighs, lifting your legs to get up from the couch. He places them back down before finding a blanket, throwing it over you. You mumble something inaudible in your sleep as you pull the blanket tightly around you, snuggling up under it. Jungkook leaves you to sleep off your possible hangover, getting back to bed where he was when you first got here. He glances at the time as he gets comfortable under the duvet. It’s only a bit past midnight, so you must have left for the club pretty early on in the evening for you to get back before midnight. Sleep never comes as he lays in bed, staring at the ceiling while listening to your small snores and quiet mumbling. He could’ve just helped you back to your own hotel room, but there’s a small sliver of fear in him that you might throw up in your sleep or something else that would require some help.
Although, it never happens as you seem to sleep pretty peacefully until you wake up again an hour later, groaning as you sit up. There’s a thunderous headache taking over your entire head as you reach for the water bottle on the coffee table. After finishing the water, you glance around the room that definitely isn’t yours, finally spotting Jungkook on the bed. He’s already looking at you, not really sure what to say or do. How did you end up here again?
“So…” he begins, “did you have fun with your date?”
“It wasn’t a date,” you grumble while grabbing the blanket, pulling it around your shoulders. It’s pretty damn cold in Jungkook’s hotel room and this dress you’re wearing is not very warm as it’s basically just a piece of thin fabric with spaghetti straps. The headache reminds you of its existence, pounding in your head as a small whine leaves your lips, “god, my head hurts like hell.”
Jungkook chuckles. “I told you not to go,” he quietly says under his breath, but you hear him anyway.
“What are you talking about?” You scoff, “you never told me not to go? And why do you even care so much all of a sudden?”
The unnecessary and uncalled for attitude sits wrong with Jungkook as he grows more and more irritated with you. He has always cared, you just haven’t been able to tell because he’s so good at being a douchebag to you whenever he becomes too comfortable around you for his own liking. But listening to you complain about him not giving two shits and then complaining because he ‘finally’ cares is the last drop for him. Frustration and anger builds up in his chest as he runs his hands through his hair, tugging at the ends to relieve some of the frustration.
“I don’t know, ____,” he snaps, looking at you with a glare so hard you almost want to cry but the confusion and frustration in you overrules it. “Maybe because someone has to since you’re being so irresponsible and childish!”
“Woah, hold on,” an offended scoff leaves you as you get up from the couch, holding up your hands as if to protect yourself from his harsh words, “I’m childish? You’re the one who can’t make up your fucking mind!” 
Jungkook stays quiet, having a feeling that he’ll say something even more harsh if he opens his mouth. You coo, a cocky smirk spreading across your lips, “oh, I’m sorry, did I hit a soft spot?”
He chuckles sarcastically in response to that, copying your smirk, “don’t flatter yourself, baby.”
“Oh my god,” you almost whine in pure frustration, throwing your hands into the air, “you’re so fucking unbelievable, Jungkook- You’re literally the most indecisive, arrogant asshole I’ve ever met in my entire life! I can’t believe I keep coming back time and time again when all you do is say shit that I’m not even sure if you mean or not. You can’t even tell me how you really feel just for one damn second, all we ever do is fight because you can’t-“
“Jesus Christ, ____,” Jungkook groans, cutting you off abruptly as he gets off the bed, moving closer to you. His nostrils flare as he tries his best to keep himself calm, breathing heavily while tilting his head in question, “how do I make you shut the fuck up?”
Crossing your arms over your chest, you glare at him, only slightly fazed by his words, “as if you don’t know already.”
“Still acting like a brat, I see,” he huffs annoyingly before cupping the back of your neck and pulling you closer, clashing his lips to yours in a much needed, desperate kiss. 
Despite knowing what he’d do, it still catches you off guard, a small gasp emitting from your lips. Jungkook feels you relax against him as he slides one arm around your waist, pulling you close against his body, the other hand cupping your jaw to keep you in place. It almost goes unnoticed the way his thumb is softly caressing the skin of your cheek. Your hands are sliding into his hair, tugging on the curly strands as his hand slides from your waist and down to your ass, cupping one cheek in his large hand.  A soft moan tumbles from your mouth and into Jungkook’s as he deepens the kiss, wet tongues touching each other. His hands are everywhere on your body as your tongues intertwine, soft moans and groans filling the air around you. One hand grabbing your ass cheek, fingers digging deeply into the flesh while the other hand slides down your front and over the curve of your breast and further down to your hip, staying there.
A delicate moan leaves you as his lips begin to trail kisses down your neck and jaw, sucking the skin in certain spots. Your hands let go of his strands of hair, falling to rest on his t-shirt covered chest. It’s when he pulls you even closer and you feel the bulge in his sweatpants that you whimper softly into the dimly lit atmosphere around you.
“Bed?” He rasps against your lips when he returns to them, pressing a very soft kiss to them as his hands slide back up the sides of your body. 
“Yes,” you breathe out, nodding.
You’re swept off your feet before you even register what’s happening. Jungkook lifts you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist and arms around his shoulders as he carries you to the bed. The kisses never end, his lips constantly caressing yours and his tongue brushing against yours over and over again. A small tingle erupts in your lower stomach when he gently places you down on the bed. He’s hovering above you within seconds, his body fitting perfectly between your legs as they automatically wrap around his waist to keep him there, never wanting him to remove himself again.
He leaves a small, innocent peck on your lips that has your heartbeat quickening before moving down, kissing the skin on your neck and collarbones as well as the revealed top of your breasts, the low neckline of your dress allowing him to do so. Your hands are back in his curly locks, ragged breathing escaping from between your lips. He’s kissing your skin, caressing it with his lips and biting it softly, the pad of his tongue lapping over his soft bites to soothe the skin. His hands reach for the hem of your dress, slowly sliding it further up on your body. Your panties, or more like your thong, comes into view causing Jungkook to swear under his breath. It’s pink with a tiny black bow on the front, the fabric blonde and see-through. It’s like your underwear is made to make him lose his mind every time he sees it.
Your dress is pushed further up past your breasts and Jungkook might scream in sexual frustration. You’re not wearing a bra once again, it’s almost as if you don’t own any since you’re never wearing one. Your nipples are perky and stiff, reacting to the cold air of the hotel room. Jungkook feels his mouth watering as he pulls your dress over your head, throwing it somewhere onto the floor before he cups one breast, lips attaching themselves to your nipple while the other is caressed by his other hand.
“Jungkook…” you moan softly, his name coming from your mouth in a breathless tone.
The small whimpers and moans you let out are like music in Jungkook’s ears. Even more so now that he’s slowly beginning to accept that no matter what he does, he won’t be able to resist you. And maybe he shouldn’t try to resist. The sounds you make makes him realize that this time there won’t be anyone who’ll be able to interrupt or hear you. He also realizes that he loves it when you’re vocal about the pleasure he’s giving you, and absolutely hates it when you try to keep your sounds quiet now that you don’t have to worry about being caught. You’re all alone in this hotel room, free of anyone who might interrupt or hear, just the two of you. Just the mere thought of being able to do whatever he wants to you without worrying causes his cock to tighten in his sweatpants, becoming harder by the second.
“God, you have no idea what you do to me,” he rasps against the skin of your breasts, soon coming back up to face you. He watches your eyebrows knitting together, a gasp emitting from you as he grinds his clothed hard cock against your pulsing core, the feeling of him making your pussy throb. “I wanna touch you all the time… Whenever I’m near you all I can think about is how your lips feel and taste,” – another thrust against your clothed core, a whimpering moan falling from your lips – “the sounds you make when I do certain things to you.”
“Please,” you whine, eyes closing as you arch your back in a desperate attempt to feel more of him, “Jungkook-“
“Even your laugh is on my mind every fucking day,” he sighs as he leans down, lips ghosting yours as he whispers, “wish I could bring it out more…”
His words catch you off guard as you freeze beneath him. Your eyes lock with his, your hands coming up to cup the back of his neck, your thumbs just able to caress the skin of his jawline. He’s quiet as your eyes shift between his dark brown ones. It’s an unintended yet innocent, discreet confession. He hopes you don’t think much of it but if you do, that’s okay. There’s no point in lying and taking it back when it’s the truth. However, you don’t get to comment on his small rant as he presses his lips against yours, kissing you softly yet eagerly. You moan into the kiss, fingernails digging into the back of his neck as his tongue swipes against your bottom lip before sliding between your lips, meeting yours halfway. He’s slowly grinding against you again, the motion added to the wet kisses you share causing your body to react automatically. You’re grinding back, meeting his hips over and over again as you fall into a rhythm together.
“Gonna make you feel good,” he tells you as he pulls away from the kiss, “wanna hear every little sound you make.”
A soft, whimpering moan tumbles from between your lips as he moves further down on your body, his lips trailing kisses on your body as he places himself between your spread legs, face leveling with your drenched, clenching core. You can feel his lips against the skin of your inner thighs, his teeth biting into the flesh softly, just enough to leave a tiny red bite mark.
Your body jerks in surprise as his fingers suddenly touch the wet spot on your panties, his thumb pressing down where he knows your clit is. You bite your bottom lip to stop yourself from whining desperately. Another kiss is left on your inner thigh. There’s a shaky breath of air leaving your chest as you feel his breath nearing your clothed core, the tip of his fingers hooking under the fabric that’s covering your wet lips. It’s moved to the side, cold air hitting your core at once. Jungkook licks his lips as he takes in your wet pussy, a glistening sight meeting his eyes as his hands push your legs further open to spread you out even more. Your entire body is covered with goosebumps as you feel him teasingly blow against your wetness, the cold air making you shiver above him.
“So pretty,” he hums quietly to himself, pointer and middle finger coming up to spread your lips, revealing the small bundle of nerves that he knows will have you writhing in seconds. Your scent fills his nostrils, his cock twitching in his pants as he inhales deeply.
“Oh god,” you cry, the feeling of his fingers and breath on you almost too much already, “Jungkook, please…”
The desperate tone of your voice has Jungkook smirking softly, “tell me what you want, baby.”
“Your tongue, please,” you whisper into the dimly lit room, growing impatient as he keeps on slowly and softly teasing your folds with the tip of his fingers. A whine fills the air around the two of you as he carefully, barely, flicks your clit with the tip of his tongue, “Jungkook-”
Your voice is cut off as his tongue connects with your spread folds, wetness collecting on the pad of his tongue as he licks a fat stripe from the very core to your sensitive clit, flicking it again just like before. He hums against you, sending soft vibrations through your body, making your toes curl. Jungkook’s hands grab the underside of your leg, throwing it over his shoulder, the other one still pushes open to give him some space. He continues licking into you, slurping your juices like a starving man, humming once in a while as if he’s having a delicious meal. He groans as you dig your fingers into his hair, tugging on the strands as pleasure overwhelms your entire body.
“Oh my god,” you moan, your moans becoming high-pitched and louder as he spreads your folds, allowing him to access your hole better, “f-fuck, feels so good-”
Pride fills Jungkook’s chest as he smirks against your core, loving how you’re falling apart on his tongue. Your juices taste like heaven – like the first sip of water after a day in the desert, something he’s been craving for a long time but couldn’t have. The fucked out sounds you let out make it so much better as he flicks your clit before sucking on it, earning another whiny moan from you as your back arches. He glances up at you, watching you as his tongue works on getting you over the edge. The sight that meets him is almost enough to make him cum in his pants; the way your brows are knitted together in pleasure, lips parted as silent moans and gasps leaves you, chest heaving in ragged breaths. Your hair is a mess on his pillows, spread around your head like a halo as a sin is unfolding between your legs.
“O-Ohh, Kook- fuck!”
Your legs are shaking, trying their best to close around his head as an orgasm closes in on you, coming at you with more force than you’re prepared for. It washes over you in an instant, legs shaking and toes curling, your fingers in his hair tightening around the strands. A deep, breathy moan tumbles from your lips, the word ‘fuck’ leaving your lips a few times in a row. Jungkook moans against your clit as you cum, slurping noises coming from between your legs, the sounds so lewd that it brings heat to your cheeks. You’re trying your hardest to catch your breath after cumming but Jungkook doesn’t seem to allow it as he slides two fingers into you, lifting his head just enough to make eye contact. The feeling of his fingers in you has you gasping in surprise.
“No, Jungkook- I can’t… stop,” you whimper, falling back onto the bed, the muscles in your lower abdomen tightening as your entire body jerks from the overstimulation, another wave of pleasure coming at you already. A faint smirk is spreading across Jungkook’s lips as he watches the way you bite your lip, eyes closed shut and eyebrows still pulled together in pleasure.
“Yes, you can,” he encourages you, leaning down to kiss the soft skin of your inner thigh, fingers pumping in and out of you in a rhythm so good that you think you’ll die from this next orgasm that’s about to hit you. You’re shaking your head as you whimper, glancing down at him. Jungkook nods in return, “cum for me again, baby, c’mon.”
“I-It’s too much,” you cry out, tears welling up in your eyes. The view from between your legs has Jungkook biting his lip to stop himself from groaning in frustration. You look fucking gorgeous, all spread out for him like this, the tears building up in your eyes causing his dick to almost ache from how turned on he is. The whimpering words falling from your lips has him grinding into the bed, desperate to feel some friction as he pushes you over the edge once again. You moan his name, writhing above him as another orgasm washes over you in big waves of pleasure. Jungkook watches how your hole is clenching around his fingers, sucking them in as you cum hard. Your cum immediately seeps out as he removes his fingers. You watch with hooded, wet eyes as he sucks your juices and cum off his fingers before leaning down to clean up the mess between your legs.
“Mhm, you taste fucking incredible,” he groans as your cum fills his tastebuds. 
Your stomach tingles at his words as you still try to come back down from your second high. Once every single drop of cum is gone, he crawls his way back up to hover above you, face aligning with yours. There’s a knowing smirk on his face as he looks at you. Your eyes focus on the way his lips and chin are glistening with your juices on them. No words are exchanged between you as you cup his face, thumb wiping your cum off his lips. Jungkook watches with intrigued eyes as you bring your thumb to your own mouth, lips wrapping around it to suck off your own cum. He gapes at you in surprise, eyes watching the way you suck off the cum and then letting go of your thumb with a ‘pop’.
“You’re gonna be the end of me, you know?” He growls.
“Counting on it,” you taunt.
He whispers ‘brat’ under his breath before leaning down to kiss you, tongue intertwining with yours immediately, the taste of yourself on his tongue now on yours too. Continuing to kiss him, you reach for the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it up. Jungkook helps you pull it over his head, throwing it to the floor along with your dress. His lips instantly reconnect with yours once the t-shirt is off and gone. Your hands slide down the front of his chest to his torso, fingers dipping in between the obvious bumps of his toned torso. They tighten under your touch, the feeling of your fingers brushing over his body enough to cause goosebumps to rise on his skin. He hisses against your lips as your hand moves further down, cupping his rock hard cock through his sweatpants. You squeeze lightly, earning a low groan from him, his head dropping to the crook of your neck. His breathing is ragged as he says, “if you’re gonna touch it, do it right.”
“So demanding,” you teasingly hum in his ear but still do what he says. Your hand moves to the waistband of his sweats, fingertips teasing the rim before slipping inside and past his boxers too. He yelps in surprise as you wrap a hand around his length. Your pussy throbs as you think about having him inside of you, almost letting out a moan as you begin to pump your hand up and down on his shaft. Jungkook’s breathing turns shaky as you swipe your thumb over his tip, collecting the precum there to use it as lube. He’s leaving small kisses against your shoulder and neck as he lets out quiet, raspy moans. The sheets are tightly clutched in his hands on either side of your head, knuckles turned white from how hard he’s clutching them.
“Want you inside of me,” you softly moan, voice delicate in his ear as he groans in response, “so bad, Kook…”
Jungkook sits back on his heels, hands going straight for the waistband of your thong. He pulls it down your legs, leaving you completely bare for him to see, every part of your body visible to his eyes – your breasts and perky nipples, the smooth skin of your torso and the soft skin of your thighs… the wet, glistening lips between your legs.
“You’re so beautiful all spread out like this…” he says, looking you up and down a few times while removing his sweats and boxers, “only for me, right?”
You nod mindlessly, eyes focused on the way his cock is freed from his sweatpants, slapping onto his lower abdomen before bouncing back. It stands tall and hard, the tip red and angry, leaking small drops of precum. You feel your mouth watering at the sight, your stomach twisting in excitement but your heart filling with warmth because of the compliment he just gave you.
“Say it,” he demands, leaning over you, body slick against yours as he wraps your hands in his own, placing them above your head. You breath hitches in your throat as his breath ghost over your lips, eyes shifting between yours. You lift your head up to very softly and carefully kiss his lips once before nodding again, hints of a small smile on your lips.
“Only for you, Kook,” you moan as you feel the shaft of his cock brushing your folds, slipping between them to rub up and down against your slit. Jungkook is grunting underneath his breath, rubbing himself against your now revealed pussy. The feeling of having his cock against your wet folds again makes you wetter by the second, desperately grinding back while trying to free your hand from his to reach down, wanting to line him up with your hole. He keeps a tight grip on your hand, keeping you from doing what you want. “Please, I need you inside of me, Jungkook, so bad… please, plea-
At the desperate pleas falling from your lips, Jungkook lets go of one hand, his own tattooed hand reaching down between your bodies to line himself up. His tip prods at your entrance, a wave of excitement washing through your body as you feel him starting to slide into you. Your mouth falls agape as he stretches you open, a light burning feeling down there but still bearable. You haven’t been with anyone since you had sex with him in the bathroom so it’s not really surprising that you’re tight as fuck. His hand grabs your leg to spread it out, giving him more space and a better view to see himself slowly slide into you. Your pussy swallows him whole, almost sucking him in as you clench around him, causing him to pause. You were tight before but when you clench around him, it’s only making it difficult for him to move further. His breathing is heavy as he rests his forehead against yours. “Baby, don’t do that,” he hisses, “I can’t move when you do that.”
“S-Sorry,” you whimper, free hand grabbing the nape of his neck to pull him in for a kiss. It’s as if you relax when his lips are on yours, a soft moan tumbling from Jungkook’s lips and into your mouth as he’s able to slide all the way inside of you. “Oh fuck,” you break the kiss, moaning softly as he fills you to the brim.
It’s quiet, the only sounds being heavy breathing as Jungkook pauses again, in desperate need of a moment to get used to having your tight walls around him again. You’re so tight he might explode right now, but he keeps himself from doing that, pulling out to slide in again. It’s takes a few thrusts before he falls into a steady rhythm; the more wet you become, the easier it will be for him to fuck into you.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groans, hand tightening its hold on your hand above your head as he delivers a rather hard thrust, “so fucking good.”
“You too, Kook- oh,“ you agree in a gasping tone, a whiny moan leaving you when he goes harder. The sounds you make cause him to set a rhythm of harsh thrusts; he wants to hear you moan his name in a whiny, whimpering tone over and over again. His head falls to the crook of your neck, his hot breath fanning across your skin. Your walls are tightening around his cock, pulling him in and almost begging him to stay in there but he continues thrusting into you nonetheless. His length rubs your walls so deliciously, the tip of his cock hitting a certain spot in you that has you mewling his name softly into his ear. 
“God, I’ll never get tired of this pussy,” he moans, delivering another hard thrust against your hips, balls slapping against your ass as an effect to his thrust. His words make your pussy throb, chest filling with pride as he compliments your womanhood. Your eyes roll back as he sucks on a sweet spot on your neck, teeth digging into your skin as he fucks you so fucking good that you think nothing will never be better than this. To make matters worse for your already massive crush slash feelings for him, his fingers slide between yours above your head, hand intertwined tightly as his thrusts become quick, short-paced. His hips stutter a few times, indicating that he’s nearing his high, but he keeps it going. He lifts his head from the crook of your neck to face you, look at you, as he works you towards a third orgasm tonight.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you chant, voice whiny as the hand you’re not clinging onto wraps your leg around his waist before sliding up to cup your breast, giving it a squeeze. Everything he does feels like heaven, pleasure consuming every inch of your body as he kisses and caresses the skin at the top of your breasts. His hand moves on from your breast, sliding further up to the arm you have on the nape of his neck. He grabs it, placing it above your head along with the other one. This hand becomes intertwined with yours, just like the other. Your mind is clouded, body reacting on its own as he rolls his hips into yours, thrusts hard and pointed, hitting a certain sweet spot in you every single time.
“So close,” he rasps, lips desperately searching for yours, “you close, baby?”
You nod, biting your bottom lip to hold yourself back from letting out a loud moan of his name. Jungkook chuckles softly before kissing the corner of your mouth, hips snapping against yours a few more times before you’re falling apart beneath him, eyes rolling back in pure pleasure and your jaw falling slack. Your legs are shaking, your hands tightening in Jungkook’s grip as your third orgasm of the night washes over you like a tidal wave. Your pussy clenches, throbs around Jungkook’s cock as he keeps fucking you, pace fast as he chases his own release. 
Jungkook’s lips connect with yours as his hips begin to stutter, the rhythm unsteady as he feels himself nearing his high. You’re softly moaning against his lips, silently begging him to use you to cum. 
“Cum in me, Kook,” you moan, “please fill me with your cum, want you to fill me up-“
“Shit, ____, you're such a little cum slut, aren’t you?” He hisses against your lips, forehead resting against yours as he pushes himself to the very edge, beyond even. You’re nodding vigorously as a row of swear words and a low, hoarse moan tumbles from his lips just as he stills in you, shooting his load and covering your walls in hot, white cum. Your walls clench around him as he rides out his orgasm, slowly grinding into you until you’ve milked him for every single drop of cum.
“Fuck,” he sighs deeply, pulling out before dropping his body next to you on the bed. You both lay in silence, heavy breathing filling the air as you stare at the ceiling. Neither of you breaks the quiet atmosphere you’re in, not entirely sure what to do after what just happened. If anything, Jungkook feels more split than before and so do you. What just happened was not like the first time you and Jungkook were together – this time it was more… More in every possible way. And the unexpected small confession from Jungkook is burned into your mind.
Jungkook doesn’t seem to think much of it as he gets up and heads towards the bathroom. You watch him wander around naked, not even giving it a second thought. He soon comes back with a damp towel, locking eyes with you as he crawls back onto the bed. He’s quiet as he nudges your legs open. You spread your legs, eyes watching his face as his eyes zoom in on your glistening folds. His cum is slowly leaking from your pussy, trickling down between your ass cheeks. It takes all in him to not reach out and push it back inside, deciding he’ll save that for another time. Instead he uses the damp towel to clean up the mess he left between your legs, getting rid of the sticky, white cum. You shudder as he wipes you clean, your core extremely sensitive after reaching an orgasm three times within a night.
Once you’re all cleaned up, Jungkook dumps the damp towel somewhere on the floor, not really caring that it’s messy as hell in here as he lays back down next to you. You’re still very unsure of what to say or do but it is soon forgotten as Jungkook reaches for you, fingertips tickling the skin of your arm, silently telling you he wants you closer. You glance his way, eyes meeting his own. He’s beckoning you closer, wanting you to lay with him. Without further thinking, you roll over, snuggling into his side, cheek pressed to his chest. Jungkook lets out a heavy breath of air once you’re cuddled up against him, his body instantly relaxing. The last thing you remember is the feeling of him sliding his arm around your waist, keeping you close to his body. Sleep soon overcomes you, worn out from the three orgasms he pulled you through tonight. 
Jungkook stays awake for another hour, his fingertips running up and down your naked spine as he’s unable to sleep, his thoughts running a hundred miles per hour. Sleep comes in the end, at around 3 am, and the only thing he’s telling himself is that whatever this is or what it means, you’ll discuss it back home in Seoul.
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It’s quiet when you wake up, the only noise being soft, light snores from the person next to you. Or actually, beneath you. A yawn emits from your lips as you lift your head to glance around. The hotel room is a mess, there’s clothing scattered around the floor and a duvet is thrown onto the floor as well. The other duvet is draped over you and the man you’re snuggled up against. You turn your head to look at him, taking in the sight before he wakes up. His naked chest rises and falls as he snores quietly, lips slightly parted and very pink – maybe even a bit swollen too. A smile spreads across your face as you realize it’s your doing that they’re so pink and swollen. His black curly hair is a mess just like the floor of the hotel room, strands falling onto his forehead and the pillow underneath his head. You notice how long his eyelashes are and then your eyes move on to the small scar on his cheek, wondering how his beautiful face got such a small, cute flaw.
Deciding you’ll ask him at another time, you lay your head back down on his chest and snuggle in closer than you were before. You close your eyes and relax instantly as you feel his arm tightening around your naked waist. You lazily drape a leg over one of his, intertwining them. A few seconds later Jungkook stirs and then stretches his body. You stay in your cuddled up position, not at all planning on moving anytime soon. Jungkook doesn’t seem to plan on it either as he lets out a sleepy sigh and wraps his entire body around you. His face buries itself in the crook of your neck, his lips leaving soft kisses against your skin in his still half asleep state of mind.
The silence of the hotel room is unbroken still, the vibe of the room slightly tense but peaceful at the same time. It seems like none of you knows what to say right now.
“We should get up,” Jungkook mumbles into the skin of your neck after a few minutes of complete silence, “our flight home is soon.”
You hum in response, feeling your heart beating faster at the sound of his voice. It’s groggy, raspy and hoarse. It sounds very, very hot and it’s making your stomach tingle like your crush is coming back ten times harder. Jungkook doesn’t move to get up and neither do you despite both of you knowing that you should. A part of you doesn’t want to leave this place. A lot of things happened here, both good and bad things, and this moment right here is so rare and unexpected that you find yourself wishing you could stay forever.
“I don’t wanna get up though,” you then softly say, hoping and wishing he feels the same way.
His head lifts from the crook of your neck, his hair fluffier than ever as he looks at you. You’re a sight for sore eyes, your beauty hitting him all at once as he comes to face you after hours of sleep. He doesn’t hold back this time around as he feels the want and need to kiss you. A small smile spreads across your face as he leans down, pressing his lips against yours in a soft kiss. Your hand digs into his hair, tugging at the strands just a bit as he tilts his head to deepen the kiss. When your tongue meets his, he knows that he won’t be leaving this bed anytime soon as he feels his cock waking up as well. 
“Staying here for one more hour won’t hurt anyone, I suppose,” he whispers against your lips in between kisses, a faint smile on his lips as he holds your lips in a longer kiss, one that makes your stomach fill with butterflies. A giggling squeal escapes from your lips as he flips you both over, laying on his back and pulling you on top of him.
Right now, all Jungkook wants is to have you whimpering and moaning beneath him again one more time before you have to get up and leave this hotel. Right now, he wants to forget every single principle and moral he’s ever had as he feels your body being pressed against his eagerly. Some things need to be addressed and discussed once you’re back home but for now, nothing matters but you and him and what you can possibly be.
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bbtsficrecs · a month ago
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BTS fic recs. part 2 I’m sorry for the long wait, but here’s part 2 of some of my favorite bts fanfics. If you ever wanna talk about one of the fanfics or recommend me one, hit me up! Once again, remember to send some love to these amazing authors. Happy reading!
Part 3 will be uploaded soon, so be sure to follow me for the next recommendations!
Part 1 ♡
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I’m still sore from last night (fluff, smut) | Single Dad Jungkook AU, 2,3k @solarwonux “For a dad, you’re always horny. I thought having a kid would kill your sexual prowess.”
The art of wanting drabble (fluff) | Dilf!Jk, 1,2k @venusiangguk Gardening and pool day with dilf jk and baby nari
The art of caring (smut, fluff) | Dilf!Jk, 4,7k @venusiangguk Jk picks you up after a fight with your roommates… he and nari are better company anyway!!
The art of craving (smut, fluff) | Dilf!Jk, 6,9k @venusiangguk Jk takes you to a bbq at his friends house. the tri-tip is good but the creampie is even better.
The art of playing (smut, fluff, angst) | Dilf!Jk, 6,3k @venusiangguk Costumes are a must for jk’s work party… they come with the cutest heart-shaped cuffs… now what could they be used for? 🙄
The art of waiting (smut, fluff) | Dilf!Jk, 3,9k @venusiangguk Jks back from his business trip, and he’s wearing new pjs… you must get his face between your legs.
The art of doubting (smut, fluff-ish, angst) | Dilf!Jk, 17k @venusiangguk Seeds of doubt are planted and unfortunately they grow faster than love. things with jk fall apart.
Warm me up (fluff, smut) | Bf!Jk, @pjm-com When temperatures drop below 50 during camping, Jeon Jungkook’s body heat is what’s keeping you a live. But he wants you to do something in return.
Play date (fluff) | Dad!Jungkook, 1,7k @mercurygguk Jungkook finds your jealousy amusing and quite adorable.
In the frosty air (angst, fluff) | Roomate AU, 1,6k @gukyi Two weeks ago you and your roommate slept together. which would be fine, if you knew you both felt the same about each other. but you don’t. And now it’s Christmas, and Jungkook is still gorgeous and gentle and wonderful and here, and and you don’t really know what to do about that.
Chapstick (fluff, smut) | Bf!Jk 5,8k @softyoongiionly Jungkook’s had a really long day and the only that can make it better, is seeing you.
Stay (fluff, smut, angst) | Popstar!Jungkook, 8k @jungkxook Jungkook wasn’t always so madly in love with you but the fact that you’re sleeping with two of his band mates too makes things a tad bit complicated.
Risqué (smut, angst) 1 (on going) | Age gap AU,  9,2k @mercurygguk In which Jungkook realizes you’re not a 15-year-old girl with a silly crush anymore, but rather a seductive, young woman with her eyes set on him. you’re tempting but is it worth the risk for Jungkook?
Tantalizing (smut, angst) 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 | College AU, 47k+ @littlemisskookie Back in high school, you were nothing more than a nerd Jungkook wanted to deflower, to get a good fuck from. When he sees you at the club, though, things have changed drastically, and his dominance starts to teeter on the edge.
Stay with me (fluff, angst) | (ex)Bf!Jk, 1,8k @bangtanfanficarchive It wasn’t realistic to try to keep going this new thing that you had over long distance. It wasn’t fair to you and it certainly wasn’t fair to him. There was so much that wasn’t fair about the situation you’d been forced into.
Cherries and vodka (fluff) | Friends to lovers AU, 697 @luvjimins Jungkook’s had his fair share of kisses, but god yours is the best he’s ever fucking had.
Idealizations concerning real life relations (angst!!, smut) | Fuckboy!Jk, 40,9k @venusiangguk Jungkook loves to be loved, but he doesn’t love in return.
The devil’s change up (smut, fluff) | Baseball player Jungkook, 41,3k @jungblue Majoring in athletic training means you have mandatory observation hours to perform with every single sports team at your school throughout the year, and so far it’s been going pretty great. However, when regrets from your past cause your rotation with the baseball team to become a little rocky, there’s one star pitcher who says that he can make it all better.
i hate you, i love you. (smut, angst, fluff) 1, 2, drabbles | Best Friends AU, 19k+ @jungblue You hated him at seven, warmed up to him at twelve, and liked him at fifteen. Now the two of you are twenty years old and inseparable best friends… and you’re absolutely in love with him; he’s in love too—just not with you.
Have A Nice Day (smut) | Doctor!Jk, 2,3k @lookingforluna With your doctor out of town you’re scheduled for a check up with a different doctor. The visit however turns into an unexpected one and you have no problem with that.
The Unsaid Vow (Prologue) (angst) (ongoing) | Yandere Husband Jungkook, 5,4k @chinkbihh You always knew when you weren’t wanted. And the way things are going in your marriage with Jungkook, a divorce is looking more and more likely. While he’s getting closer to a woman at work that you’re certain he’s having an affair with, you’re planning your escape with your four-year-old son. However, five years of marriage did not expose you to a certain side of your husband. A side of Jungkook that only gets triggered when you try to leave and break apart your perfect ‘family’.
Hurts good (angst, smut, fluff) | Idol!Jk, 3,3k @mercurygguk Jungkook stands you up after promising to take you out. You’re pissed at him but he makes up for it in all the right ways.
Forget me not | eoalh drabble (make sure to read all parts of eoalh first!) | Fuckboy!jk, 1,8k @jeonstudios Jeongguk thinks he’s bad at love.
Stoic (smut, angst) | Ceo!Jk, 4,2k @blue-jade You would rather continue listening to his constant lies and fake gestures of love than accept the fact that your husband was cheating on you.
Redemption (smut, angst) | Exes AU, 6,8k @blue-jade It’s been years since you and jungkook got a divorce and separated, and you’re both suffering in your individual ways. jungkook, still dealing with the consequences of his selfish and heartless actions, and you? you must tackle life as a single mother…
AURORA (angst, fluff) | Tae x reader, Jk x reader, 6k+ @krreader Dawn comes after the darkness, and with it the promise that what has been torn by the sea is not lost. - Lisa Wingate
MY FAULT (angst) | Idol!Jk, @krreader He hid you from the world, friends and family for two years, before you finally had enough. 
MY FAULT - THE AFTERMATH (angst, fluff) | Idol!Jk, @krreader You were desperately looking to put an end to yours and jeongguk’s relationship, since your break-up didn’t exactly give you closure. but where there’s an ending, there’s a beginning as well.
I SURRENDER (angst) | Idol!Jk, 2,3k+ @krreader There was no use in fighting for something that someone else was willing to throw away so easily… you had no other choice but to surrender.
Sharp Cookie (angst, smut, fluff) | Ex-boyfriend!Jk, 13,1k+ @minyfic When your ex-boyfriend, aka new boss, asks for a chance, you struggle to believe him when he says that he has changed his womanizing ways.
Fight for you (angst, smut, fluff-ish) 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 | Bodyguard!Jk, 70k+ @ahundredtimesover Working at a private security agency has its perks. The downside? Being the personal bodyguard of spoiled, rich heiresses like you. But there are things that Jungkook didn’t expect, like rejecting you, falling for you, and realizing what he’d been missing all along. 
I can’t wait to tell you, I told ya (fluff, angst) | Bff!Jk, 16,2k+ @moon-write Jeon Jungkook is a successful realtor with a big house, nice car, colorful dating life, and a spunky 7-year-old daughter to boot…he’s also your best friend who you used to be in love with. Of course, he was never made aware because you swear it’s all in the past…until it isn’t. But going on a cruise with Jungkook and his daughter whom you adore should be harmless. Absolutely nothing can go wrong…Right?
Bewitch (smut, fluff-ish) | Idol AU, 2,7k+ @minyfic Jungkook misses you, he yearns for your touch, your smile, your body, but the virtual form of your presence would have to tame his impatience.
Run (smut, fluff, angst) 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 | Arranged marriage/mafia AU, @neonlights92 Jeon Jungkook hops from bed to bed, sleeping with as many beautiful, rich women as he can possibly find time for.  He’s young and attractive, with a silver tongue that gets him practically anything he wants.  So when his friend and boss, Kim Taehyung, tells him it’s time to settle down, Jungkook takes it pretty badly.  And when he finds out that the woman he’s destined to marry is, in fact, his little sister’s best friend, he is less than impressed.
Bliss (fluff, smut) | Dilf!Jk, 3,7k+ @taegularities  Jungkook really, really wants to show you how deeply in love with you he is.
Endgame (smut) | Gamer/Boyfriend!Jk, 1,8k+ @blue-sidez Cock-warming your gamer bf 
D.va (smut, angst) | Boyfriend!Jk, 2k+ @minstrivia It’s a pretty important day for you but Jungkook doesn’t seem to think so. 
TO ALL THE MEN I’VE FUCKED BEFORE (smut, fluff, angst) | Fake dating AU, 30,7k @hisunshiine When your secret 'sex’ journal entries are somehow texted to the people they were written about, including a couple of coworkers and your best friend, you find your quiet work existence turned upside down. b´Based off of the Netflix film and novel by Jenny Han, but different.
Careful What You Wish For (angst, fluff) | Boyfriend!Jk, 4,5k @kookiesbuckethat After a tiring week of work, the last thing Jungkook wants to hear is you lecturing him about taking care of himself. But what if he could never hear your voice ever again?
Brain Dead (smut) | Dom!Jungkook, 1,3k @bts-bay-bee Bf Jk fucking your brains out
The Morning After (smut, fluff) | NoneIdol!Jk, 1,7k @jungkookiebus You wake up after a long (wink wink) night with your boyfriend Jungkook, and on this particularly lazy morning you take things slow and appreciate one another. 
DAMN THE DELIVERY BOY (smut, angst, fluff) | Expecting Parents AU, 9,6k @deerguk Jeon Jeongguk is a computer science major working as a pizza delivery boy, and you are an uninspired published author who has just started an art degree. When you realise that the delivery boy is your old high school crush, he keeps coming back, but with more to offer than just puff pastry and vegetarian supreme. Though little did he know that he would end up giving you something much more that flips both of your worlds completely upside down in the form of two blue lines and nine months.
GAMOMANIA (fluff, angst) | Childhood friends AU, 6,2k @army-author Your best friend has been proposing to you since preschool. Granted, he didn’t know what marriage meant at age four. But he certainly knows what it means now… 
Confession letter (angst) | Classmate AU, 1,2k @angelguk The one where you wrote jk a confession letter and slipped it into his backpack but he didn’t see it and a month later he’s confused as to why you’re now ignoring him when really you’d absolutely gutted because he rejected you without knowing.
Another Game (smut, fluff) | Bf!Jk, 2,2k @jjungkookislife During a break in his gaming with Taehyung, you join Jungkook on the couch. He offers to let you practice your aim, but an idea sparks in his head that involves the use of his controller for nongaming purposes…
A Simple Game (smut, fluff) | Bf!Jk, 4,3k @jjungkookislife The tables are turned when you are the one gaming and Jungkook just wants a little attention.
- TILL THE END OF TIME (smut, angst) | Boxer!Jk, 1,7k+ @kim-moonjoon What you had with him was wrong, a mistake, something that shouldn’t have happened, you know it. But you can’t help but fall back into his arms when he comes stumbling into your apartment late at night, begging for your comfort and warmth.
Show me where your love lies (smut, fluff angst) | Cheating AU, 4,1k @hollyhomburg Jungkook knows it’s wrong to sneak around with you behind his wife’s back. but with you he feels whole- he feels loved. And maybe you would feel guilty if she didn’t treat Jungkook like absolute shit. 
Are you going to stay? (angst, fluff) | Idol!Jk, 6,4k @hollyhomburg It’s been a year since he last saw you, and every day he misses you more. It was only a matter of time until he turned up at your door asking for another chance.
Neighbour (smut, fluff) | Neighbour!Jk, 4k @imagniation “you think I can afford a plumber?’ your endearing neighbour Jeongguk has magic hands that fix toilets and make you orgasm.
Euphoria (smut, fluff, angst) | Roommate AU, 7,6k @seokstrivia There was always a sign on Jungkooks’ door that said something along the lines of, ‘Warning; I am naked in here. Do not enter unless you’re ready to see a whole lot of dick.’   
Euphoria (smut, fluff, angst) | Time travel AU, 6k @btssavedmylifeblr​​ At the end of your life, you are given one day to live again with the man you loved. A lifetime’s love story told in a single day. 
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Based on a bet (angst) @mercurygguk “I can’t believe we’re dating just because of a bet”
“are you sure?” (smut, fluff) | Brother’s best friend AU, 2k @cutechim After breaking up with your first-ever boyfriend and gaining some much-needed perspective, you come to the realization that your ex was 1) a complete jerk and 2) terrible in bed. now, newly single, the world is your oyster—there are people to date, flings and sex to be had. but you’ve never been with anyone but your ex, so you decide to ask for a little help testing the waters, from a man you trust—who just so happens to be your older brother’s best friend.
AURORA (angst, fluff) | Tae x reader, Jk x reader, 6k+ @krreader Dawn comes after the darkness, and with it the promise that what has been torn by the sea is not lost. - lisa wingate
Bad word (fluff, smut) | Dilf!Tae AU, 6,4k+ @personasintro  One of the kids in your class curses and you make it your responsibility to break it to her dad, luckily you know him better than your co-workers
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Grinch in law (smut, angst, fluff) | Wedding!AU, 14,8k @mercurygguk When Jimin decides it’s time for you to meet his parents after your recent engagement, you couldn’t be more thrilled, especially when his mother suggests getting married at their home. However, an unexpected arrangement has you realizing this will be anything but the Christmas wedding you’ve always dreamed of.
Faded love (angst, smut, fluff?) | Married couple AU, 16k @jamaisjoons He doesn’t need to say it. because you can feel your husband, Park Jimin, falling out of love with you. 
Dreamy (angst, smut) | Fwb!AU 2,5k @1kook You try to not let it get to you, but Jimin is so cool and you want him to be your boyfriend so bad.
Mile high club (smut) | Coworker AU, 4,2k @geniuslab You absolutely hate flying, but the person sitting next to you makes this flight the best you’ve ever been on.
Business or pleasure (smut) | Coworker AU, 5,2k @geniuslab You and your coworker have some naughty fun at a business conference
In the stars tonight (smut, fluff) | Fiance!AU, 2,5k+ @mercurygguk It’s your engagement party and your fiancé looks too good to resist. also, he hasn’t been giving you any attention for the past two hours so really, you’re bound to reach breaking point sooner or later.
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jungkxook · 10 months ago
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—hot boy bummer. (m)
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⟶ pairing: jungkook x reader 
⟶ genre: fuckboy!jungkook / friends with benefits / friends to lovers + smut  
⟶ words: 14,633
⟶ rating: 18+ 
⟶ summary: when jungkook offers you a proposition of just sex, no strings attached, how can you possibly say no? after all, what are best friends for?
⟶ warnings: kind of a crack fic, sprinkle of angst, way too casual conversations mid-sex, jealous jungkook, slight himbo jungkook tbh (he’s kind of a sweet loveable idiot), he also has a big dick oops, man bun and blonde jungkook to feed my fantasies!, multiple smut scenes!!!, missionary, dry humping, oral sex (m receiving), face fucking, unprotected sex, slight degradation (mostly jungkook hating himself), brief name calling, light choking, sort of praise kink
⟶ note: this was i