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#jungkook college au
btssaysstudy · 21 hours ago
Salvage - 1 || jjk/kth.
Summary: After your confession, it's safe to say that there was nothing left to salvage between you and Jungkook. However, things start to change when a new hurdler joins the team. Genre: college!au, track!jungkook, track!taehyung, track!reader, angst & fluff Pairing: jungkook x reader, taehyung x reader Warning(s) : unrequited love, alcohol (drinking) mentioned, swearing Chapter Word Count: 3.7k a/n: My first mini series! Let me know what you guys think and the ending depends on your feedback :)
“Wake me up when you’re done.”
“Alright, alright. I’m done.” Your body got up from your seat, but your gaze still glued on your laptop screen and hands on your keyboard. Your roommate groaned, marching her way to pull your hands away from the laptop.
“Yn, it’s a Friday night. Let’s go! Namjoon’s waiting for us downstairs.”
“Yea but,” You sighed, your eyes on your work, “I still have quite a lot of things to do. Maybe I’ll skip this party—“
“Like how you missed Hoseok’s birthday party? I’m sure he’s going to hunt you down later. You still have the weekends to complete your work and you’re already dressed up.”
You knew your roommate was right. You had agreed to go for this party since it was one of Namjoon’s close friends’ birthday. Though you weren’t close to the birthday boy, you were close to Namjoon and his girlfriend, who also happened to be your roommate - Miya.
“Okay, okay.” You quickly saved your work and turned your laptop off. “Let’s go.”
Miya squealed in excitement, linking her arm around yours as she pulled you towards the door. The two of you went down to meet Namjoon who had been patiently waiting for you to get down.
“Sorry for wait.” You gave an apologetic smile. “No worries! We’re still early. Good to miss the first few awkward minutes of the party.” He chuckled as he opened the car door to let you both in.
Miya truly hit jackpot with Namjoon. He was the whole package - athletic, smart and a gentleman. Miya was a great catch herself and you were thankful that she was your roommate.
Miya had been your roommate since freshmen year and ever since, you both always wanted to dorm together. Miya was very caring and gentle yet blunt at the same time. You both were awkward beings when you first met, and you were worried how dorm life would be with a stranger.
Thankfully, Miya, being the straightforward person, immediately went out with setting the ground rules together and suggested for a roommate date to get to know each other.
The rest was practically history.
Miya had been there for many of your significant memories in college - the good and the bad.
She was also there when you met Jungkook.
“Do you have any clubs in mind?”
“Actually, I do. I’m planning to sign up for track.”
Miya gasped and giggled in excitement, “No way, I want to join track too!”
“That’s cool! Shall we head over then?”
The two of you made your way to the track and field booth, sharing about what events you partake in. Miya was a hurdler while you weren’t. Nonetheless, it was pretty amazing to you two that you were both signing up for the track team.
“Hey freshies! Here to sign up?”
The two of you converse with the seniors to learn more about the try-outs and practice sessions.
“Psst,” Miya nudged you as you filled up the sign-up form, “On your left. Isn’t he cute?”
Your gaze turned to see a tall, buff boy, who seemed to be signing up for track as well. “He’s pretty cute.”
“I’m going to say hi. Wait for me.” Miya winked at you before approaching the boy - little did she know at that time that he was going to be her boyfriend.
“See you try-outs!” You smiled at the senior as you handed the form.
Your eyes wandered around the nearby booths as you waited for Miya to come back.
“I’ll just look around.” You mouthed at her when she turned to make eye contact with you.
“Hey! Interested to join Photography club?”
“Freshies! Come join the Badminton club!”
The atmosphere was completely chaotic with seniors shouting at the top of their lungs to promote their club. Slightly disoriented from the ruckus, you had bumped into a stranger.
“I’m so sorry—“
“So sorry about that—“
The two of you took a step back to meet each other’s eyes. “Sorry about that.” The black-haired boy gave a sheepish grin as he rubbed the nape of his neck. “I was kinda too excited to sign up for a club.”
“No worries, it’s my fault as well. I wasn’t looking.”
“All’s good. B-But… Any chance that you happen to know where the track and field club booth is at?”
Your eyes widened slightly in amusement, “Yea I do. I was just about to head back to meet my friend.”
“Oh! Could I follow you there?”
Your eyes took a quick once-over, it wasn’t hard to notice that his built was athletic, donned in sweats and an oversize black shirt, this guy looked like the poster boy of college dudes.
“My name’s Jungkook. What’s yours?”
“Yn. Did you run track before college?”
“Yep, I do 4x100s.”
“Oh, same here!” You flashed a smile. “Wow, what a coincidence that I’d bump into you huh.” Jungkook chuckled and you did the same. “Must be a sign that we’ll both be teammates.”
“Not a bad sign at all.”
“Yn!” Miya waved her hand wildly amidst the crowd. “I was about to leave the booth to go find you! What booths did you— Oh hi, I’m Miya, you are?”
“Jungkook. Nice to meet you. You must be the friend yn was going back for.”
Miya gave you a subtle look which you chose to ignore that day.
“Jungkook,” Miya grinned, “It’s nice to meet you too!”
“Speaking of the party, yn, you know Jungkook will be there as well, right?”
“Yes, this is the tenth time you’ve told me that.”
“Sorry, just another reminder before we pull up to the party.”
Besides having a ton of workload to do, you also had another reason for having second thoughts.
That reason was Jungkook.
“Thanks for your concern. But it’s been a year, I’m long over it.”
“That’s great to hear, I’m proud of you yn.” Namjoon piped in as he parked the car. “And we,” He placed his hand on Miya’s, “Should trust our friend’s word.”
Miya glanced at you before sighing, “Alright. I do. Now, let’s go greet the birthday boy.”
The three of you left the car and made your way to the party venue. The birthday boy was clearly loaded as the venue was huge. You jaw dropped in awe, “Why is this party so extravagant?”
“Good thing our birthday gifts are more drinks.” Miya nudged you and you laughed, nodding your head.
You were all greeted with blaring music from the stereo and neon lights to add into the ambience. People had already begun drinking and some were busy eating dinner.
“Yn!! I missed you!” A very familiar voice erupted as you spotted a figure rushing towards you.
“Hoseok!” You grinned, extending your arms out for a hug.
“You didn’t come to my party!” He pouted as he pulled away. “But I visited the next day as a surprise!” You defended yourself.
“That’s true… Still feels like forever since I saw you.” Hoseok pulled you back in for a hug.
The four of you made your way to one of open rooms which had been turned into a buffet area. You had helped yourself to the wide array of food and found a table to eat with your friends.
“We have a new hurdler joining us. He’s our batch but he only joined the club this try-out round.” Namjoon filled you in since you were the only non-hurdler in your group.
“Oh, who is it?”
“Kim Taehyung.”
“Wait, Kim Taehyung? Isn’t he from table tennis?”
Namjoon shrugged his shoulders, “Guess he wanted to try something new. I was there during try-outs and he’s a really fast runner.”
Since it was a huge party and you weren’t close to the birthday boy, you didn’t need to spend the night entertaining the main character of the night.
To make full use of the amenities at the booked venue, the four of you started playing different rounds of games.
You were paired with Hoseok against Miya and Namjoon. The first round was charades and you lost to them. Hoseok found the game Just Dance and proposed it as the next round.
Jungkook had not been on your mind the entire night as you busied yourself playing games with your friends.
“What else can you do?!” Miya exclaimed, stepping in front to take over Hoseok’s spot.
“More like what else can you not do?! That was amazing!” You pulled Hoseok in for hug, “We’re gonna win this. Get ready to treat us for a meal!”
Namjoon chuckled, “We have to do another game after this. Hoseok basically created the game Just Dance. He followed the moves to easily.”
“Don’t whine, just dance!” Hoseok teased, pulling you back on the couch as you both watched Miya and Namjoon do their round.
“Didn’t want to ruin the mood but… He’s watching.” Hoseok leaned in to whisper in your ear. Your eyes slowly wandered around the venue to spot a familiar figure hanging around a crowd of people.
You both made eye contact and you decided to cast a smile at his direction. In return, you received a quick and small smile before he looked away, completely avoiding your direction.
“That went well.”
“Give him time.”
“Hobi,” you deadpanned, “I’m pretty sure one year is a lot of time.”
Hoseok just shrugged, “I know but… Okay, I have nothing to say to defend him.”
You chuckled, turning your attention back to Miya and Namjoon, “You don’t have to defend him.”
“He’s my close friend too.”
“I know, and I feel bad that you have to split yourself in half every time—“
“No, no,” Hoseok nudged you to get that thought off your mind, “I don’t feel that way. Besides, I met the two of you on separate occasions as well. Please don’t feel guilty about anything.”
You gave him a thankful smile, “Thanks Hobi.”
The Just Dance bet ended with your landslide victory thanks to Hoseok’s hidden dance skills.
Namjoon insisted for another game to even the playing field and Hoseok went out to the backyard to set up the beer pong table. Miya and Namjoon had gone to the kitchen to grab the cups and drinks and you had volunteered to grab more titbits to snack on.
Thanks to your luck, Jungkook had busied himself with filling his plate with snacks as well.
Jungkook jumped upon heading your voice, quickly steadying the plate on his hand. “H-Hey.”
“How’s the party going?”
You attempted to start a conversation with him as you grabbed a plate yourself. Jungkook awkwardly cleared his throat, “It’s a huge party… H-How about— Are you enjoying it?”
“Yea, there’s tons of things to do. How about you?”
“Yea.” Jungkook fiddled with one of the serving scoops. You pressed your lips in a tight smile, recognising the awkward atmosphere engulfing the both of you.
It hurt you to know Jungkook was still feeling awkward around you. It always reminded you that you had made the wrong choice. That you had ruined everything between the two of you.
“Right, I guess I’ll head off first. See you at practice?”
“Yea… See you around.” Jungkook nodded his head, his gaze locked on the table filled with snacks as you left the area, feeling dejected from your encounter.
“What’s with the long face?” Hoseok asked as you approached your group. You looked up to meet his eyes and he immediately knew, sighing as he pulled you into a comforting hug.
“It’s not your fault.”
“Still feels like it is.”
“Is it just me or am I still hungover from the party?”
You laughed, “You had a whole Sunday to rest.”
Miya sighed as she started doing hip circles. “I know, I must be getting old.”
“You probably are. Anyway, where is Namjoon?”
Just as you had asked, you heard his voice calling you and Miya. The both of you turned to see Namjoon heading over your direction with someone unfamiliar next to him. Namjoon was goofily waving his hands to grab your attention while pointing to the male next to him.
As they got closer, you managed to recognise the person next him. It was Kim Taehyung. He was popular in college because he was very talented at table tennis. It shocked you when Namjoon said he had joined the track team as a hurdler.
“You two must be Miya and Yn. I’m Taehyung.” He stuck out his hand for a handshake.
With a light smile, you reached out to return the handshake. Taehyung had a welcoming aura around him. He had a friendly and approachable vibe. He was tall, athletic, and good looking.
“So, what made you join track?”
He shrugged his shoulders, “It’s our last year in college, wanted to try something different.”
“Hope you like it here.”
Taehyung glanced back at you, casting a boxy grin your way, “I think I will.”
The coach blew their whistle to grab everyone’s attention. Everyone made their way to the centre of the field to start physical training. Training started with light warm-ups before rounds around the track.
While running, Taehyung was happily chatting away with you to get to know you better. “That sucks, so you’re not a hurdler?”
“Nope, I do 4x100s.”
“So, I’ll only get to see you once a week.” Taehyung pouted and you chuckled, “You can see me on other days.”
Track had 3 sessions a week - two combined with everyone and one within your own events. The combined session was physical training for all, hence why you were running rounds with a hurdler by your side.
“I’ll take that up!” He winked at you before speeding up slightly, “Catch me if you can!”
From behind, Jungkook watched you and Taehyung converse with a scowl on his face.
Why were you even talking while jogging? Was Taehyung flirting with you?
He used to be the one disturbing you during these rounds.
Jungkook tried to shrug off the scene of you and Taehyung together, ignoring the bitter feeling growing in his chest.
“Don’t feel bad. You’re sick, I’ll bring up some food for you.” You grabbed your student ID and phone as you insisted that Miya stayed in bed. Casting you a weak smile, she thanked you as you left your dorm to head off to the dining hall.
You lucked out when you saw Jungkook standing at the end of the queue, scrolling through his phone. With a deep breathe in as you made your way to join the queue. “Hey.” You gave a cautious greeting towards his way. Jungkook’s heart jumped, his grip tightening on his phone as he looked up to see you smiling at him.
Jungkook hated how awkward he felt with you. It never used to be that way. Then again, that was a year ago.
You also never understood why Jungkook was the one avoiding you when you were the one who got rejected.
“Today was fun.” Jungkook gave you a toothy grin, “Yea it was.”
“Definitely my new favourite restaurant. I’m so full!” He playfully patted his stomach and you chuckled, “Looks like I know where to go when you start being grumpy or stressed.”
“That’s easy, you don’t have to take me to that restaurant. I just have to spend time with you and I’m good to go.” He shrugged his shoulders. Your heart fluttered at how nonchalant his words were yet so genuine. You had been thinking about it the entire afternoon, contemplating if it was the right decision. But you knew you had to let it out before it was too late.
“You good?” Jungkook pulled you out from your thoughts. “Mm? Oh yea, I’m good.” Your feet lazily kicked a stone in front of you.
“Hey,” Jungkook stopped walking, gently placing his hand on your arm to turn you around to face him. “You can always tell me something.”
“I know, I’m… I’m just tired that’s all.”
Jungkook pursed his lips together, “How about we head over to my place to watch a movie?”
You let Jungkook choose the movie for the night as your head was far away. Jungkook nudged you, shimmying his shoulders. That was always his signal when he offered his shoulder for you to rest on. You gave him a small smile as you leaned your head on his shoulder.
Despite loving Marvel, you found yourself not paying a single ounce of attention to the movie. Jungkook seemed to have noticed that as you weren’t bantering with his small comments to the movie.
You were brought back to reality when you noticed the movie was paused.
“What’s wrong?” You asked, sitting up to face Jungkook.
“I was about to ask that.”
“I’m… I’m tired. I think I’ll just head home for the night.”
Jungkook frowned and you had to look away to save yourself from crumbling into pieces.
“Are you sure you don’t want to talk about what’s on your mind?”
You sighed, this was it. You just had to let it out.
“Promise me you won’t hate me?”
“Hate you? Jungkook repeated, “I would never hate you.”
He placed his hand on your knee, encouraging you to continue. “I’ve liked you for a while.” You paused, allowing the words to sink in. You could feel his hand stiffen and you were sure he could hear the loud beating of your heart.
The silence was deafening.
Your confession repeating in both your heads.
As every second dragged on, you started to regret it even more. You had made a terrible mistake and there was no way you could take it back. Life had no re-dos.
“I’m guessing you don’t feel the same way, given the response.” You clicked your tongue together, gathering the courage to look up at him.
Jungkook was lost for words. He would have never expected to hear a confession from you that night. From his closest friend. From his best friend.
Your words left a funny feeling in him that night, but he could not tell whether it was a good or bad feeling.
“Well, don’t worry.” You forced a laugh, “I didn’t expect much anyway. I just wanted to let it out. But I’m guessing I just ruined our friendship.”
“N-No, uh… I just… I just need time to… to absorb all of this.”
You nodded your head, “I understand.” You took it as a cue to get up from the couch, Jungkook’s eyes following your figure. “I’ll see myself out. Sorry for ruining the night.”
“T-Text me when you made it home safely.” Jungkook called out as you headed for the door.
Terrible. Even after ruining your friendship, Jungkook was still looking out for you. You hated how that made you feel. You turned around to face him one more time, a smile plastered on your face.
“Will do. Goodnight.”
It pained Jungkook to see you holding back your tears. If he could have another chance to replay that night. He would’ve stopped you from leaving, he would’ve told you that your friendship wasn’t ruined.
He would’ve done anything he could that night to stop you from leaving his life.
But in reality, he did none of those.
When you texted him that night that you were home, your message was left unread.
You took it as a message to give him time to process everything. A night turned into a day. A day turned into a week. A week turned into a month. A month turned into a year.
It was because of your confession, you both had become strangers once again.
“Oh, hi Tae!”
Despite using his phone, Jungkook’s attention was on your conversation with Taehyung. You were already calling him ‘Tae’? Since when were you that close with him?
“Namjoon told me Miya’s sick. She alright?”
“Yep, just grabbing food for her so she can take her meds and rest.”
“Need my help?”
“Oh no, all’s good.”
Taehyung nudged you, “It’s alright, you have to get your own food too. I’ve already eaten, I can help carry her food up to your dorm, check up on her as well.”
“Sure, if you’re free, that is.”
“Free for you.” He teased and you laughed, looking away momentarily to see Jungkook who seemed to be invested in his phone.
“Oh, Jungkook! Didn’t recognise you at first. How’ve you been?”
Jungkook looked up to greet Taehyung, “H-Hey, I’ve been well.”
Ever since meeting Taehyung, he got along with your group easily. In fact, he got along with everyone effortlessly. He knew almost everyone in the track team only after 2 weeks. That meant only 2 combined sessions. Somehow along the way, it seemed that he had introduced himself to Jungkook as well.
Taehyung was amazing with people and that was admirable. The more you got to know Taehyung, the more you looked forward to hanging out with him.
“See you next practice!” Taehyung happily patted Jungkook’s shoulders goodbye as you two went off a different direction towards your dorm.
You barely register their conversation as your head was somewhere else, recalling the night you had confessed.
“Hey, are you okay?” Taehyung’s concerned voice made you look up to meet his eyes.
“I’m okay.”
Taehyung frowned, glancing behind to see Jungkook looking at the two of you walking away. Jungkook shook his head, quickly glancing away as Taehyung caught him looking.
“Something to do with Jungkook, perhaps?”
Taehyung was very observant and you knew you couldn’t fool him as well.
“Sort of… We just used to be close but... He’s been avoiding me and I’ve been trying to salvage whatever’s left. But it doesn’t seem to be working.”
Taehyung pursed his lips together, “It’s not fair if only one party is putting in the effort, you know.”
“I know, it’s just that… We used to be close.” You sighed as you stepped into the elevator with him, your gaze on your tray of food.
“Still, it’s not worth salvaging if you’re the only one putting in the effort. I’m sure you’ve done your best. Sometimes, you just can’t force things to happen.”
As the elevator opened to your level, you allowed his words to sink in.
“Miya! We come with food!” Taehyung grinned, bringing the tray to your sick roommate as she thanked the two of you for your help.
Your eyes trailed to Taehyung who was helping Miya grab her medicine and a glass of water.
Maybe Taehyung was right. Maybe it’s time to stop trying.
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cafemyg · 2 days ago
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pairing: photography major!jk x art major!oc
summary: when an shy and uninspired artist realises jungkook has the perfect hands to draw for her assignment, she immediately takes the opportunity. lucky for her, jungkook is half in love with her and more than willing to be her muse.
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genre: college!au, fluff, slight crack/humour
word count: approx. 4.4k
chapter warnings & misc: swearing, fluff, lots of flirty jungkook, oc is so SO shy & awkward, one (1) VERY BRIEF sexual innuendo from mr kim taehyung but it’s cut off by namjoon
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a/n: yikes this was longer than expected, but yeah! part 2! i hope you enjoy <3
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CHOI MINA REALLY has no idea what she’s supposed to do with Jeon Jungkook’s hoodie.
I mean, I tried to give it back, she justifies to herself as she tugs on the sleeves, and he didn’t want it.
Basically, the hoodie is ridiculously comfortable and she hasn’t been able to stop wearing it since he said she could keep it. And okay, yeah, maybe that’s a little weird, considering she’s had a grand total of two conversations with the guy, but seriously. It’s so soft. And it has the fluffy stuff on the inside! Of course she’s going to wear it.
“I can’t believe he just told you to keep the hoodie,” Sora says for what must be the millionth time. The two of them are curled up on Mina’s bed sharing a family sized bag of crisps and complaining about everything wrong with their lives. A typical Wednesdau evening at their shared apartment. And then in about 2 minutes and 42 seconds, Yeona would come home from the library and she’d have picked up dinner, and then they’d eat together and watch a movie and oprocrastinate on all the shit they had to do before going to bed at a stupid time in the early morning.
“If you say that one more time I am going to jump off a cliff,” Mina says nonchalantly through a mouthful of crisps.
Sora smirks. “I can’t believe he just —“
Mina takes the opportunity to shove a handful of crisps into her mouth, and Sora chokes and splutters on the potato.
Mina continues chewing calmly. “I don’t know why he did it either! He just looks at me and goes ‘it looked better on you’! Like, bro? People don’t just give away hoodies like that. Especially not ones as comfy as these! Feel it!” She thrusts the sleeve under Sora’s flushed face and Sora, having only joust recovered from her coughing fit, strokes it obligingly.
”Oh, damn, you’re right. I wouldn’t give this away to any bitch, no matter how pretty,” Sora agrees, voice slight hoarse.
“Right!” Mina agrees, her nose scrunching up in confusion. “Especially since we’ve talked once before. He just doesn’t make sense.”
”He’s into you,” Sora proclaims.
Mina groans. “No. No. We’re not doing this thing where you think every single person we meet is into me. I am telling you, nobody has been into me since we were seven and Kang Dohun tried to kiss me at the back of the playground.”
”I don’t think everyone’s into you,” Sora objects. “Just… a healthy amount of people.“
”You thought Jimin was into me. You thought Nari was into me. You thought Jackson fucking Wang was into me —“
”He definitely was!”
”— You thought that barista at the coffee shop was into me, and the girl from the flower shop, and the guy on the subway.”
”Okay, the barista asked for your number though.”
”Yeah, for his friend! Anyway, my point is that you think everyone’s into me, when they clearly are not.”
”Not everyone!” Sora protests. “I don’t think I’m into you.”
”Because you’re straight!” Mina throws her hands in the air despairingly.
“I just think he wouldn’t tell you that looked better in his hoodie for no reason,” Sora says grumpily.
”Hello? This is Jeon Jungkook we’re talking about,” Mina says, flopping back onto the pillows. “He flirts with everybody. He was just being nice ‘cause he walked me home the other day.”
”Okah, but that story is k-drama worthy,” Sora says, pointing at her friend.
“Fuck the dramas, I’ve got Thai food!” The voice of Yeona echoes through the apartment, the last resident of their house finally home.
“Oh, yes!” Mina jumps out of bed immediately and pulls Sora with her into the dining room. She greets Yeona with a quick hug, before diving straight for the bags on the kitchen table. “I’m starving.“
“How was your day?” Sora asks Yeona as the two of them take their seats more gracefully.
”Bro, taking philosophy might be the worst decision of my life,” Yeona groans, eye rolling. True enough, when Mina looks at her, her friend looks exhausted — her hair is tangled in the way Mian knows she hates, and her glasses don’t hide the purple smudges underneath her eyes.
Mina anxiously piles food onto her friend’s plate. “Eat.” she orders sternly. “You look exhausted. You’re going to eat and then take a shower and go straight to bed.”
”Actually, I need to get started on some reading...” Yeona starts, but at Mina’s expression she trails off.
”No, you don’t. Eat, shower, sleep.” Mina says seriously. She’s rarely serious, but if one of her best friends is sick, or overworking…
Yeona scoffs but relents. “Yeah, okay, mum.”
Mina flips her off, and then dives back into her food. Once all the food is devoured, and Yeona is in the shower, Sora and her clean up together, bickering mindlessly over stupid things, and splashing each other with water like children.
That’s how it’s always been — the three of them against the world. Sora and Mina met at age sixteen, when Sora moved to Mina’s high school. When Sora struggled during their third period maths test, and Mina, a complete stranger, purposefully positioned her own paper so that Sora could see the answers — that was the beginning. Of course, both of them got at least half the answers wrong, and since their tests were so similar they landed in detention together, but that only cemented their friendship further.
And then, age eighteen and heading to the same university, they’d been late for their freshman orientation, because Sora wanted Starbucks. So that ended in them having absolutely no idea where to go, and after wandering around the campus, they bumped into Yeona, another totally lost freshman. By bumped into, it means Sora spilled half her iced vanilla latte all over her. And that was history. Or destiny, as Sora liked to call it. It had only taken a year before the three girls had decided to leave their shitty university accommodations and move into their own apartment. It was slightly small, considering they were three very messy, very loud girls, but it was home.
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“IF YOU DON’T move your ass within the next two seconds, Jungkook, my dick will not be attached to my body by the end of the day!”
“Jesus Christ, Jimin,” Jungkook groans,“I’m coming.”
”That’s what — ”
Namjoon claps his hand over Taehyung’s mouth before he can finish the innuendo, but before Jungkook can even snort, Hobi and Jimin have dragged Jungkook out the door of their shared house.
”Bye hyung,” Jungkook calls cheerfully as both of his arms are yanked down the front steps, leaving an amused Namjoon and Taehyung watching the three boys. Jungkook had been roped into giving his two friends a lift to campus — the two boys were meeting their friend Sora at the coffee shop, and Jungkook had a class.
”Jungkook, move,” Jimin orders, pulling his friend into the street.
”I don’t understand what the big deal is,” Jungkook grumbles, reluctantly moving his legs faster, leaving Hoseok and Jimin to sigh in relief. He clicks his keys, and his two friends immediately dive into his car, after a short scuffle for front seat. Hobi emerged successful, and when Jungkook takes his own seat at the wheel, his older hyung flicks his ear.
”Hurry up. You have never been late for a meeting with Gwan Sora, and it shows.”
”Oh, come on,” Jungkook teases as he pulls out into the road. “Are you really scared of someone who’s like, 5’4?”
”4 and a half,“ Hobi corrects as he gazes out the window.
”She’s 5’4 and a half. She gets annoyed if you miss out the half.”
Jungkook snorts. “Oh my God, hyung. You like her!”
Hobi frowns, confused. “Of course I like her, she’s my friend.”
Jungkook rolls his eyes, but drops it, instead choosing to switch on the radio. “So,” he begins in what he hopes is a nonchalant tone. “Is, uh, is Mina going to be there?”
Jimin immediately jumps on his words. “Aww, Jungkookie! You want to see her, don’t you?”
“No!” Jungkook protests untruthfully. “I was just wondering, jeez.”
“She is going to be there,” Jimin sings cheerfully. “So…”
“So what?” Jungkook shrugs. “I have a class anyway.”
“Oh, yeah. You know, last I heard, she’s single,” Jimin smirks, poking the back of Jungkook’s neck from the backseat.
“Good for her?” Jungkook tries to play it off, pretend that it isn’t a big relief.
“But,” Jimin continues. “She doesn’t like dating.”
Jungkook almost swears out loud at the words. “What? Why?”
“I just made that up!” Jimin says gleefully, clapping his hands. “I just wanted to see your reaction, you should’ve seen your face!”
Even Hobi laughs at this, and Jungkook feels his face morph into a scowl. “I don’t care whether she dates or not,” he lies. Then he pauses, a thought occurring to him. “Wait, did you make up the part about her being single as well?”
Jimin absolutely loses it, giggling manically. “Oh my God, our maknae is in love!” he crows dramatically. Jungkook huffs, annoyed, trying to ignore the red rising in his cheeks.
“I’m not!” he objects, but his attempts are in vain, because Hoseok picks up the teasing too.
“So when are you going to ask her out, Kookie?” Hobi pokes his shoulder.
“Can you not? I’m driving!”
“Aw, come on,” Jimin drags out. “You should do it fast, you know. I think Sora wants to set her up on another date soon.”
“Oh, yeah, her and Sora have this deal. Sora agrees to be her model only if Mina lets Sora set her up on dates every once in a while,” Hobi explains
“Which is totally unfair, because I’ve been her model plenty of times and she’s never done anything for me,” Jimin grumbles mutinous oh.
“She literally pays for your coffee half the time,” Hobi corrects. “And she helped you with your math exam last year. And she makes you soup when you’re sick.”
“She makes everyone soup when they’re sick,“ Jimin says. “She’s a sweetheart.”
“So… you should ask her out!” Hobi says, poking Jungkook again. Jungkook groans.
“Remind me to never give you two a lift to campus again.” He pulls into the campus’ coffee shop parking space and checks his phone. “I still have fifteen minutes to kill before I even have to start walking to my class,” he complains.
“So come inside,” Jimin urges. “You can see your future girlfriend.”
“I’ll go if it gets you to shut up.”
“Don’t lie,” Jimin smirks as they exit the car. “You’re doing it so you can see Mina.”
Jungkook doesn’t dignify him with a response, just scowls and continues walking. Partly because Jimin can be a persistent bastard, and partly because Jimin is also a completely correct bastard. But come on! This was Choi Mina, literally an angel come to life. All the stuff Hoseok and Jimin had mentioned in the car had only confirmed that.
God, he thinks to himself. I really have got it bad.
And it’s ridiculous really, the way she has him so enchanted after only two conversations. Fucking ridiculous, how shiny her eyes are and how pretty her laugh is and — holyshitshe’swearingmyhoodie, he thinks in a rush as they step inside the coffee shop.
He was right; it did look better on her.
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Mina ignores Sora’s shout, not even looking up, and instead choosing to continue her sketch. Realistically, Jimin and Hobi couldn’t have been more than a couple minutes late, but Mina knew that Sora lived for scaring them.
”Mina. Mina! Mina!” The last shout is accompanied by someone ripping her headphones out her ears, and immediately she scowls at the lack of music. When she looks up though, she smiles at the faces of her friends, even if they are pouting at her.
“I called you like, a gadrillion times,” Jimin complains.
”Oh, I’m so sorry, my dear little baby Jiminie,” she mocks, squishing his cheeks.
”Yah!” He pushes her away and frowns. “Yeona’s rubbing off on you. You’re getting too sarcastic.”
“Too bad. Headphones.” She thrusts her palm out demandingly and as Jimin places them back in her hand, she turns to greet Hobi — and freezes.
What the fuck is he doing here?
Because, watching her with a mildly amused smirk on his face, is Jeon Jungkook. Mina immediately jolts upright, her eyes widening and her cheeks pinking.
“Jungkook, you’ve met Mina,” Hobi introducea. “This is Gwan Sora, our classmate. Sora, Jungkook.”
Jungkook’s eyes flicker away from Mina, and he sends Sora a charming smile. “Nice to meet you, finally. They talk about you a lot.”
Sora cocks her head to the side, eyeing the boy assessingly. “Mm,” she says, frowning. Mina watches as Jungkook’s gaze doesn’t falter. And then, seeming to decide that Jungkook has passed whatever test she was giving him, Sora continues. “I seriously doubt that it’s all good things.”
”We’re not that bad,” Hoseok protests, as they all sit down. Jungkook nabs the seat opposite Mina, and she clears her throat, looking back towards her sketching and plugging in one earphone in an attempt to seem unbothered.
Seriously, though, what is he doing here?
”Jungkook was our lift,” Jimin announces, as though reading Mina’s thoughts.
“I have a class soon, I won’t be gate-crashing for long,” Jungkook says with a smile that’s almost… shy? Sora captures his attention with a question, and the four people with Mina sink into a conversation that Mina doesn’t want to interrupt. Instead, she pulls out a 4B pencil, and continues sketching her scene — Sora, silhouetted against the backdrop of the café window, where a number of students were passing.
After a few minutes, she lets out a dissatisfied hiss, and rips the page out of her sketchbook, crumpling it up and dropping it on the table. The picture just wouldn’t turn out right, partly because Sora kept moving, gesticulating wildly as she conversed, but Mina wasn’t about to interrupt and ask her to stay still. She didn’t want to bother anyone. She starts a new, clean page, deciding to draw her friends in conversation instead.
The sound of uncrumoling paper filters through Mina’s music, and she looks up to see Jungkook picking up her last drawing.
“What was wrong with it?” he asks, when he sees that he’s captured her attention.
Mina shrugged, letting out a breathy laugh. “Just… wasn’t coming out right, I guess.”
He frowns, an adorable pout to his expression that makes him look almost childish, and Mina feels her heart flutter — as it always does with pretty people. “It looks really good to me,” he says, confused.
“Oh,” Mina says, dumbly. Say something, idiot. “Thank you?”
He only smiles in response, dropping her paper back on the table, and Mina reads that as a sign that he doesn’t want to continue this conversation. She moves back to sketching, trying to capture Hoseok’s bright smile and trying to ignore how insanely good the boy in front of her looks right now.
His hair is dark, and mussed, like he didn’t bother brushing it — only ran his hair through it a few times. He’s wearing a dark, expensive looking sweater, and a puffy jacket over the top, complete with black jeans, and a very nice necklace she’d like to steal. Not to mention the few rings adorning his hands, and his piercings — she was insanely jealous of his rook piercing. She’d been asking Yeona to go get one with her for ages.
Okay, only for about a week, but still.
Mina tries to block any thought of him out, and continues drawing, glancing up every few seconds to look at her friends. The three of them had dissolved into some complicated dance conversation that Mina doesn’t even want to try to understand. But then Mina feels eyes on her, so she looks up from where she’s been drawing intently to see Jungkook watching her. Again.
He doesn’t look away once he’s caught. Instead, his lips quirk for a second. “Hi,” he says teasingly, and Mina feels her cheeks darkening.
Curse her and her stupid cheeks. She blushes way too easily.
Before she can respond though, the corner of his lip quirks into a smirk, and his head tilts to the side. “You’re wearing my hoodie,” he comments, almost smugly, and Mina feels her eyes go comically wide.
She’d forgotten she was wearing it. It had been an accident too — her and Sora had left in a hurry, and Yeona had thrown the nearest jacket at her as she left the doorway. Of course, she thought bitterly, of course it had to be his.
“Uh, right,” she stuttered slightly, wishing fervently her cheeks would stop fucking blushing. “Sorry, it was uh — I —”
“Don’t be sorry,” he says, that same maddening smirk on his lips. “I was right, though,” he adds after a second. “It looks better on you.”
“Wh — I don’t — ” Mina struggles for words, completely, totally and utterly confused. He grins at her lost expression, clearly amused, and, cheeks hot, she tries to stop her floundering to duck her head, letting her hair fall in front of her face as a curtain.
Is he flirting with her?
Of course he is, she thinks after a moment. It’s Jeon Jungkook. Just… relax, it doesn’t mean anything.
She’s still searching for words to say when she’s saved by the ring of a phone. Immediately, all five of the friends at the table reach for their phones, before Jungkook cuts in. “It’s mine.” He gets up from the table, smiling apologetically and takes a couple steps away, raising his device to his ear.
Mina takes his short absence as a chance to breathe. Relax, she scolds herself again. It’s no big deal. None of this is a big deal.
Still, she can’t stop her eyes from finding Jungkook again, as he frowns and talks into his phone. “Really? Oh, right. Okay. Thanks, man.” She overhears him, even through her music, but before she can try to guess what he means, he returns to the table.
”Everything alright?” Jimin asks, brows furrowed.
“Yeah, my class was just cancelled. Professor’s sick, or something.”
“Oh, perfect,” Hobi says with a grin. “We were just about to order, you can do it for us then.”
Jungkook rolls his eyes. “Alright, fine. What do you guys want?”
“Americano,” Hoseok and Sora chorus at the same time. Jimin chooses a caramel latte, but Mina, who has completely zoned back into her drawing misses the whole conversation.
“Mm,” Mina hums in response, not looking up from where she’s sketching feverishly.
“Mina,” Jungkook repeats gently, half a laugh in his voice.
“Oh!” Mina looks up and realises it’s Jungkook trying to capture her attention. She shakes her head, like she’s trying to get out of a trance. “Sorry. Um, yeah?”
“What drink would you like?” he asks politely, another one of those amused smiles on his face. Mina tries to ignore how her heart skips a beat when they make eye contact, and she drops her gaze.
“Uh, vanilla latte, please,” she says hurriedly. “Thank you.”
He bestows another smile on her, before turning to wait in line at the counter. Mina watches him for a few seconds, brow furrowed, before turning to a new page in her sketchbook, and slowly beginning to draft the outline of his figure. Okay, maybe it was a little creepy, drawing him when they barely knew each other, but there was something about him that just appealed to her artistic side. He had a face that was just begging to be drawn — it was almost like a challenge.
“Hey.” Sora nudges her gently, careful not to disrupt her drawing.
“Hm?” Mina hums questioningly, still sketching the boy. Jungkook had been caught by some friends as he waited in line, and Mina sighed impatiently as he did some sort of bro-handshake with the three men. He’s very popular, she figures.
“You okay?” Sora mutters kindly. “You’re really quiet.”
“Just can’t draw anything right these days,” Mina complains, as Jimin and Hobi lean into the conversation. “You know I’ve barely made any progress on the sketchbook. I’m going to fail.”
“The year started literally a week ago,” Jimin points out.
“Yes, but this sketchbook has to be huge,” Mina explains. “Like, a page three times a week huge. At least, that’s what I calculated. Do you know how many pages I’ve done, in the first two weeks? Half! Not even a whole one, just half a page. Stop laughing.”
“Mina, I mean this in the best way possible,” Jimin begins, struggling to contain a smile. “You remind me so much of a puppy. Like, so much. I can’t take you seriously when you’re mad.”
Mina’s eyes widen and her mouth drops open. “You absolute bastard, did you just call me an animal?”
“This is exactly what I mean!” Jimin exclaims, pointing at her. “Look, right there and tell me she doesn’t remind you of a puppy.”
“Oh, wow, he’s right!“ Hobi says excitedly, clapping his hands and laughing ecstatically. Even Sora — traitor, Mina thinks sourly — begins giggling, clapping a hand over her mouth.
Mina keeps her expression straight, completely unamused. “I hate every single one of you, and I am going to cut off your eyelashes and unplug your refrigerators.”
“That’s quite the threat,” a voice sounds from in front of Mina and she jumps as an entertained Jungkook sits down. “What brought that on? Drinks are coming soon, by the way.”
“Uh — well,” Mina splutters, suddenly reverted into an awkward mess.
“Jungkook! Look at Mina, right now, and tell me she doesn’t look like a puppy,” Jimin orders and reaches behind to grab Jungkook’s neck and focus his head in Mina’s direction.
Jungkook obeys, even leaning forward to get a closer view of Mina’s face, his eyes meeting hers. There’s mirth sparkling in his brown eyes as he drags them over her face, and naturally, she flushes pink again. If there’s anything Mina hates more than soggy cereal, it’s attention. She drops her gaze awkwardly, but Jungkook takes his time looking at her, leaning further to get a better look and bracing his forearms on the table.
“I think you’re right,” he declares, finally pulling back from their painfully close proximity. “It’s the eyes. She looks like a golden retriever.”
Mina’s jaw drops again at his bold agreement, and she huffs in annoyance. “I do not!” she objects automatically, feeling her lips form childish pout.
“Aha! There it is, the puppy eyes!” Sora points at Mina again, sending the table into a fit of laughter, and even Mina cracks a smile, simply because all her friends are so happy.
“You are all big, horrible… meanies,” she finishes lamely.
“Meanies,” Jungkook repeats, chuckling
“Meanies,” she confirms, nodding stubbornly. Who was he to come making fun of her insult choices?
He opens his mouth as though to say something else, but a call echoes through the café. “Two americanos, one caramel latte, one vanilla latte and one hot chocolate for Jungkook!”
Jungkook gets up, heading towards the direction of the shout, and immediately, Sora grabs Mina’s arm.
“Dude, he is hardcore flirting with you!” she says enthusiastically.
Mina rolls her eyes, trying to shrug her off. “Yeah, okay, and Cha Eunwoo is going to walk through those doors and propose to you.”
“I’m serious!” Sora hisses. “He’s totally into you. Come on, guys,” she appeals to Hobi and Jimin. “You’re his best friends. Surely you can tell he’s into her.”
“We can’t tell you anything,” Hobi says with a trademark smile, and Jimin nods.
”Bro code.”
“Which means there is something there,” Sora deducts triumphantly.
“Or, they’re just trying to let me down easy because he’s not into me,” Mina retorts, rolling her eyes.
Jimin’s eyes widen in alarm. “No! — wair, I mean like —“ he sighs frustratedly. “Okay, fine, I will tell you that he’s been asking me about you non-stop since he walked you home that day.”
”I knew it!” Sora pumps her fist into the air, and Mina freezes.
Why is he asking about me?
”What was he asking?” Sora demands, but the two boys shake their heads stubbornly. “Ugh. Fine. But, this means I was right! He’s into you.”
“No,” Mina contradicts automatically. “Besides, even if he was — which he isn’t — who says I’m into him?”
“Oh, please,” Sora snorts, her voice dropping to a whisper as Jungkook turns back towards their table with drinks. “You can barely even talk to him, you’re blushing so much.”
Before Mina can protest, or even think about defending herself, Jungkook takes a seat, handing out the drinks. When he passes her her own, she freezes.
Oh, Jesus. He’s literally perfect for it, she thinks hastily, but she stops herself.
No. You barely know him.
But he’s perfect!
You barely know him.
Just look at those hands. They fit so well.
“Uh, Mina?” Jungkook waves one hand in front of her face, the other hand holding her drink in front of her. From his perspective, Mina has gone completely still and is staring at the drink and not taking it.
Really, though, she’s staring at his hands.
“Oh! Thanks.” She jumps and takes the latte, her eyes not leaving his hands as they travel back towards his own hot chocolate and raise it to his lips.
Just ask him.
He’s going to think you’re crazy.
So what?
So he’s going to think you’re crazy and is definitely going to say no.
You don’t know that.
Any sane person would say no.
Maybe he’s not sane.
Mina shakes her head, trying to clear the argument she’s having with herself out of her brain. But before she knows what she’s doing, she’s opening her mouth and speaking.
“Uh, can I ask you something?” she says timidly, towards Jungkook. Shut up, shut up now, she thinks to herself, but when has she ever listened to the reasonable voice inside her head?
Jungkook shrugs. “Of course.”
“Okay, this is really weird and you’re going to think I’m crazy and you’re probably going to say no — which is totally fine! — but basically I just noticed you have, like, amazing hands. In the least creepy way possible,” Mina babbles, trying to ignore the way his lips twitch as she continues rambling. “But — basically, okay, so I have this assignment from my art class where we have to draw this thing, which took forever but basically I can’t draw the hands for it because I don’t have the right model and basically your hands fit really well with what I’ve drawn so far so I was basically wondering if you’d let me draw your hands. For my assignment.”
She finishes in a rush, squeezing her eyes shut and letting out a deep breath, her face completely and utterly scarlet.
“You said basically four times.”
Her eyes flicker open. “Huh?”
“Basically. You said the word four times in about half a minute.”
“Oh.” She blinked, her head tilting to the side in confusion and his lips stretched into a full-blown grin.
Oh, jeez, he’s really good-looking.
“So…” he begins slowly, and Mina tries to ignore the way her heart is pounding and her hands are clamming up. “what I’m understanding is you want me to be your model?”
“Yeah,” she agrees quickly. “Well — your hands.”
He takes a sip of his drink, and she keeps talking. “I mean, I could pay you, if you wanted.”
He laughs, a clear, pretty sound that makes Mina’s heart flutter. “There’s no need for that.”
“Okay, good, because I’m so broke,” Mina mutters under her breath. Of course, he catches it, and laughs again, his nose scrunching in amusement.
“Okay,” he says finally, with a shrug.
“You mean — ”
“I’ll do it,” he says. Then he leans forward and winks, a grin splitting his face open. “I’ll be your muse.”
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chateautae · 26 days ago
ready or not? | jjk. (m)
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➵ summary :  jungkook’s too riled up to stay in a tiny closet with you, and taehyung’s bed looks perfectly inviting.
↳ second part of here i come.
➵ pairing : jungkook x f. reader
➵ genre :  college!au, smut, pwp
➵ rating : 18+
➵ word count : 4k
➵ warnings : sexual content, swearing, dirty talk, breast fondling/worship (jungkook really loves her tits), petting, fingering, pussy-eating (panties on and off), finger sucking, cum tasting, big dick!jungkook cause wbk, desperate, needy sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up lovelies) slight name kink, begging, creampie
➵ a/n: YES i’m back with a smutty second instalment for jungkook’s ‘here i come’ pwp, just my small gift for our born singer’s birthday today, can’t believe he’s 24 now 🥺 thank you endlessly to my love @inkedtae​ bee for beta-ing!! as always, your comments and feedback are appreciated! enjoy :)
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Jungkook tosses you onto the mattress faster than you can speak. 
You spring onto the bed and a shocked yelp escapes you, the transfer from Jungkook’s warm, muscular body to Taehyung’s mattress tantalizingly abrupt. 
“Jungko- '' He instantly smothers you with a heated kiss, slotting his fingers with yours gently as he presses your entangled hands into the sheets. Taehyung’s once impeccable bedding is now messed up by the sheer force of Jungkook’s kiss, and your two entwined bodies passionately making out. 
The weight of his strong frame above you fills you with fireworks, squeezing his hands back as you hum and moan into the kiss with him. Jungkook’s knee presses between your legs, squishing them together at even the slightest feeling down there. Your insides are raw and sensitive from his previous onslaught, and your pussy folds are still damp with your cum and arousal. 
But despite having your pussy torn apart just moments ago, you still openly invite Jungkook between your legs as though it were his home, spreading them wider. Jungkook moans at the feeling and instantly brings his knee higher, lodging himself right at the base of your cunt and your breath hitches. 
You purr like a kitten into his mouth, tasting him in all his glory as Jungkook shoves his tongue down your throat. He can taste the cherry flavour of your lip balm and shit, does it make him want to consume you, devour you like a ravenous animal.
But for now, this position is ideal for Jungkook. Being able to hold your hands like this, feel your body arch up into his from underneath, sense your legs squirming around him; this is exactly where he wants to be. 
“Jungkook.. we’ll-we’ll mess up Taehyung’s bed...” 
“I don’t give a fuck.” 
Jungkook’s merciless with his kiss this time. You moan and whimper into his mouth as he ravages you underneath. Your arousal is already building within your abdomen again, feeling Jungkook’s cock slap against your body sometimes with how much he dips below and rubs himself against you. 
You pine to touch that delicious cock of his, but it’s as though Jungkook reads your mind, and detangles a hand of his to slither down to your core. He rapidly hikes your dress again up over your ass, and his fingertips slowly press into your sensitive clit. 
You gasp, free hand jutting out to bunch his shirt into your fist as he supplies your neglected pearl with small, calculated ministrations. Your blissed out eyes meet his, and the dark red of desire that taints them leaves your lungs losing air, lip tucked between your teeth.
“Fuck, Jungkook..” 
“Yeah? You like this?” 
You lightly moan and nod a yes, Jungkook’s lips brushing yours as he breathes unevenly and collects your essence all over his fingers. 
“Fuck, you’re dripping like honey, baby. Wanna taste you so badly.” Jungkook groans as he rubs your oozing slick all over your palpitating pussy, before gathering some more all over his two fingers. He feels his skin coated in your cum and removes himself from you, funnily whining at the loss of his touch. He brings his wet digits to his lips, popping them in mouth as he finally gets a taste of you. 
“Shit, princess. Taste sweeter than fucking honey.” He nearly growls, softly grabbing your chin and tipping you upwards to engulf you in a breath-taking kiss. You grow impatient for his cock knowing it still stands tall and proud. You’re restless, snaking your hand, clutching his shirt down his body, feeling every inch of his beautiful torso and brawny muscle until you reach his exposed cock. 
Jungkook bucks forward slightly with a moan, his face burying to the side of your cheek. You can feel the slick of your previous orgasm still wet and sticky all over his dick, and begin slow pumps of twisting that rile up Jungkook more than you’ll ever know. His breaths grow hotter and heavier as you teasingly fist his dick just to hear the way he sexily groans into your ear. 
“Y/N.. ah fuck.” He breathes out shakily, managing his weight above you as you handjob the life out of him, relishing in his deep, throaty sounds. 
“Want your cock so badly, Jungkook.” You whine, your own breaths heated as your ears welcome the low sounds of Jungkook moaning your name. “Fuck my mouth, baby.” 
Jungkook lets out a pleasured groan at such a request, returning to your mouth for another head-spinning kiss. He kisses hard and fast and it leaves you breathless once he takes your bottom lip between his teeth, before releasing it with a lewd pop. 
 Jungkook then grabs your chin and teasingly thumbs your lips, running over your swollen, plushy petals. “You know I’d love to fuck this pretty mouth,” Jungkook breathes against your mouth, peering down at you with obsidian eyes though with a contrasting, endearing smile. “But next time, princess. Right now I need to fuck you senseless on Tae’s bed.” 
He supplies you with a quick peck before he crawls off the bed. Jungkook begins stripping himself of his jacket, shirt and jeans as he steps over to Taehyung’s bedroom door. You take the opportunity to shred off your dress, only left in your bra and panties as you anticipate a nearly naked Jungkook. Your ogling vision lands on his broad, sexy back as you lustfully watch him lock the door. 
And fuck, is his back so hot. Is it normal to be attracted to backs? Why do you suddenly feel like riding the hell out of his back muscles?
Jungkook’s gaze shifts towards you, and he sees your pliant body laid out across the sheets like a gift made just for him. His eyes are tainted with sheer desire, that’s for sure, but you can see his irises gleam with almost this certain.. admiration? You could feel your heart fluttering and suddenly become shy about your exposed skin, arms clutching around your bare midsection. 
You watch the bunny-smiled man crack his signature grin before he joins you in the bed, shuffling himself over you. He clasps your hands gently and unravels them to reveal your skin, eyes flitting over you with kind eyes. 
“You are so fucking pretty.” He confesses, and your heart blooms in your chest. You nibble on your lip as your hands sweep over his thick muscles, palms curling around his biceps and giving them a light squeeze. He’s truly an Adonis, his body crafted to be worshipped in a museum, each muscle and divot and groove made to be loved by anyone who earned the pleasure of touching him. 
“You’re so fucking hot.” You breathe out when his hands slowly slither up your sides, lighting up a fire inside you to feel his rough, calloused hands over your smooth, delicate skin. 
“Says you.” Jungkook’s low timbre resonates in your ear where he’s lowered himself now, pressing a peck to your cheek before he instructs in a spine-shivering whisper. “Get on all fours, princess.” 
You follow his command, positioning yourself until your panty-clad ass is presented to him, and Jungkook squared his shoulders behind you. He hisses at the sight of you below once you’ve secured your position, wetting his cute lips with a curse. 
“Fuck, I’ve been dying to see you like this.” He admits with a hint of desperation. 
You smirk proudly, bucking your ass back on him because fuck, is it just so fun to tease a man. 
Especially a sexy one like Jungkook. 
“Then don’t wait anymore, Koo.” 
Jungkook ignites at the nickname, smugly grinning as his fingertips meet the pliant spine of your back. You shiver when he dances his fingers down slowly, but surely until you’re arching. You can feel his rampant breaths fanning against you as he does so, imagining his flushed face and slightly dampened hair with sweat behind you.
He suddenly grabs hold of your hips, tugging you flush against his crotch and you purr in approval. Jungkook hooks his fingers onto your blush panties, but doesn’t exactly remove them. He brings his nose and lips towards your core, and you spasm at just the feeling of him so near. His nose nudges against your twitching folds and you shudder, breathing hotly as your pussy gushes.
“Jesus Christ, you’re dripping.” Jungkook juts out his tongue to lick at your already soaked panties, mewling when you feel the weight of his wet muscle. 
“Jungkook-- Oh.” 
You sigh when he swipes another lick through your clothed core, biting your lip to contain the screaming urge for him to just shove his tongue through your bare pussy. 
A whimper escapes when he does it again, clutching the white sheets of Taehyung’s bed between your fingers. You gently push your core back onto his face more, voice weak and desperate as you beg him. 
“Jungkook, please.” 
“Mmm, such a sexy girl.” Jungkook hums, fiddling with the waistband of your underwear. “Always knew you would be.” 
God, he’s teasing the fucking hell out of you and you only crave him just like you crave air. His tongue keeps slithering through your underwear as he diligently eats you out with your panties on. The satiating rub of your slicked material against your clit feels good for your pulsing cunt, but you want more, need more of Jungkook because otherwise, you’ll turn into a madwoman. 
Just as you squeal his name, the muscly man practically rips your panties off your core and nose-dives into your bare pussy, smothering himself with your delicious heat. 
The second he gets a taste, Jungkook moans and hums against your sopping core as he makes out with your cunt, veiny hands full of your ass as he holds your wriggling body in place. 
“Fucking shit, always knew you’d taste this sweet.” Jungkook breathes harshly before plunging in for more. Your toes curl and your eyes roll back in sheer ecstasy when you feel the fleshy touch of his tongue against your soft folds. No man has ever eaten you like this and you could see stars in your clouded vision. His tongue feels so wet and long, even reaching down and over you until he prods your clit with the tip of his tongue. 
He wiggles and snakes his tongue through your pussy until you’re arching almost inhumanly and shaking on the bed, close to ripping up Taehyung’s godforsaken sheets. Jungkook seems to notice how hard you’re grasping them and mewling tiredly, breaking away to gently coo.
“Not too much, baby. You’ll hurt yourself.” Jungkook splays his palm underneath your tummy and elevates you, straightening out your back. You physically and internally gush at the sweet gesture, head falling limp against the mattress under the spell of his intoxicating touch.
“Fucking- Jungkook..” You moan his name so seductively, it elicits a groan from Jungkook behind you, the deep sounds rippling through your walls. Never has her heard a voice as pretty as yours, and fuck, do you sound absolutely gorgeous moaning his name like that. 
“Shit, your pussy is dripping wet, princess.” Jungkook attempts to catch his breath, your essence coating his lips, chin and nose. “Need to finger-fuck you raw.” 
“Fuck, oh shit, Jungkoo-” You’re cut off by a lewd moan when Jungkook plunges two thick fingers into your pulsing cunt, reaching out before you and latching onto one of Taehyung’s pillows for even a semblance of control. 
“So fucking pretty when you moan, you know that?” You moan again, face burying into the pillow because Jungkook’s fingers are just so perfectly-shaped and delicious, he could’ve felt like a real cock. 
Jungkook immediately unclasps your bra with a single hand and rapidly removes the damn thing, chucking it aside. His free hand collects a breasts of yours in his palm, and begins kneading your tits he vowed to avoid staring at all fucking night, but now couldn’t contain himself anymore.
“Do you know much..” Jungkook thrusts his fingers inside you deep, bucking forward when he does so. “I’ve thought about you and your sexy body?” 
You shudder underneath him, the deep octave of his voice vibrating in your ears. “How much I had to avoid looking at you in this dress tonight?” 
He shoves his fingers even deeper and dares twist them inside you, teasingly stroking against your engorged g-spot with a ‘come hither’ motion. “How fucking much I stopped myself in that closet with these perfect tits of yours?” 
Jungkook squeezes one in his hand and you mewl, his fingertip drawing tight circles over a hardened, plum-coloured peak. 
“Jungkook, please. Need your cock inside me-ah!” Jungkook suddenly wraps his hand around your throat, lightly applying pressure to the sides as his lips whisper sinfully into your ear. 
“Not so loud, princess. Can’t have the whole party hearing you moan for me, huh?” 
You melt. You shiver and shudder and gush and melt into Jungkook’s arms at the sheer head-spinning depth of his voice. It drips fiery, red hot desire and lust and God, are you the most desperate whore for him. You nod your head compliantly and Jungkook removes his fingers from your fluttering cunt, bringing them before your mouth as he bends over your frame, bare core pressed to his crotch. 
“Taste your cum for me, baby.” He taps his soaked fingers against your lips as almost a cheeky knock, and you open up. You wrap your tongue around and over his digits, little noises of pleasure escaping the back of your throat as you taste your sweet cum. Jungkook groans out shakily as he draws himself out. 
You breathe like a wild animal as you hear the bed rustle behind you, peeking back to see Jungkook removing his boxers. He’s got them off and now completely exposes himself to you, left naked behind you knowing damn well he has a flushed, angry red-tipped cock you’ll get your mouth on one day. 
Jungkook’s all but licking his lips with dilated pupils at the prospect of fucking you properly, lining himself up with your entrance eagerly until.. 
“Fuck!” Jungkook loudly curses. 
“What? What’s wrong?” 
“I don’t have a fucking condom.” He laments. “I gave mine to Taehyung ‘cause he forgot one before coming here.” Jungkook huffs with grave annoyance, rolling his eyes. “I’ll call him and get it from him. He should still have it-” 
“No, no! Jungkook, it’s okay.” You immediately jut out your hand for him to stay, somehow finding his hand when he offers it to you. “It’s okay, go in raw. Just go in right now.”
“Are-are you sure?” Jungkook’s hesitant voice inquires. “Don’t feel like you need to-”
“No, Jungkook. Just go in, please, I need you so badly.” You desperately tug at his hand to beckon his thick cock back to your core. 
“Okay, okay. I got you.” Jungkook kisses your lower back before he sets himself up again, lining his cock with your dripping, pulsing entrance. You feel his meaty tip kiss your spasming cunt, moaning at the sheer feeling. 
“Deep breath, okay?” Jungkook instructs, knowing the size of his cock and waits for your intake of air, and pushes himself right in when you do. You transform into jelly the second his cock invades you, your walls frantically smothering his dick as you adjust to his monstrous size.
Jungkook feels big, fucking colossal like this and shit, can you feel every ridge, vein and unique lining of his delectable, heady cook. “Oh fuck. Fuckfuckfuck-Jungkook..!”
“I know, baby. You’re okay, just breathe, Y/N.” Jungkook soothes a hand to your back as you notice the tension in your body, exhaling deeply to release the tightness of your muscles. Your walls flutter to create more room and you search for Jungkook’s hand again, reaching out behind you. 
He interlocks his fingers with yours and squeezes tight, proceeding into your warm cunt as he groans at the tight, firm fit. “Ah shit, Y/N. You’re still this tight even after I fucked you?” 
“Want more, Jungkook. Fuck!” You hiss feeling the drag of him inching his length inside you, stuffing you full of his cock until Jungkook bottoms out completely. He hilts himself inside you and groans shakily, his pleasure almost blinding as you squeal in ecstasy underneath him. 
Jungkook wastes no time, he’s been waiting for this for too long and now that he gets to see your pretty body like this, he’s all business. Jungkook secures a hand around your hips as he pulls out of your warm, fluttering cunt only to fit himself right back in, cock nudging your damn guts. 
You grip his hand like a vice, mewling at the heavenly feeling of his cock dragging in and out of your walls, attempting to fit his large cock inside you. He thrusts again, another time, a third time until he begins a pace of quick fucks that buck you forward and hit your pussy just right. 
And you realize once he slowly increases his speed, Jungkook isn’t just fucking to fuck. No, he actually knows what he’s doing as a man. He’s got himself angled in this particular method that’s stroking this buzzing spot inside you, feeling sheer euphoria invade your bloodstream when he fucks himself into your warm cunt with meaningful, though hard thrusts. 
“Oh, Jungkook.. oh.” 
“Yeah? You like that? Can you take more, baby?” 
You nod immediately, feeling Jungkook pick up the pace as he sheaths his cock inside you until the very brim. He harshly grips your hips in place as he slams you into the mattress, cocking sliding in and out perfectly with the help of your oozing essence. You clamp down even harder on Jungkook’s cock just to give him hell, and he throws his head back as he relishes in the God-like feeling. 
“Jesus fuck, Y/N. If you keep doing that I’ll fucking marry you.” 
You smirk despite your submissive position and having your pussy battered, only to fuck back on him more just to see where it gets you. “Put a ring on me then, Koo.” 
You hum that nickname in your sing-songy voice and Jungkook’s mind goes haywire. Pleasure courses through his veins like a drug, and he begins practically blowing your back out. Jungkook penetrated deeply and harshly into your fluttering pussy, his movements hot and desperate, indulging in him hitting that one delicious spot inside you. 
You moan so loudly Jungkook detangles your hands and curtains your mouth, lips by your ear for a hot whisper. “Quiet, princess. Don’t want everybody coming in here to see me fucking you.” He practically growls in his lust-ridden tone. “Unless you like to be watched, huh? Cock hungry princess?” 
“No, no..” You breathe, pitchy moans escaping you as your flimsy arms barely manage your arched position. “Just you.. only want you to see, Jungkook.” 
You feel Jungkook smirk, suddenly taking the hand that’s clasping your hip and slithering it down to your lonely clit, touching the flushed, pulsing bud to your pleasure. You squeal into his palm, walls hugging him inside you so tight, your mind and air dwindling out so fast you’re an incoherent mess for Jungkook. 
Something akin to his name escapes you, feeling him wreak havoc over your pulsing pearl and your fingers can’t help but grasp Taehyung’s sheets like a vice. 
Jungkook keeps up his pace, fucking into your sex with so much heated passion you can feel your skin burning. Face flushed, hip imbued with his bruises and your pussy fucked raw, the addition of his hand clutching your mouth silent resurfacing that familiar twisting in your gut. 
He’s fucking you like he has no other purpose, whispering the filthiest, yet prettiest of things any woman would die to hear. 
“So fucking pretty when you take my cock, you know that?” 
“I’ll fuck this gorgeous mouth one day.” 
“Need to feel you cream my cock, princess.”
You nod for Jungkook with every devilish whisper, every cell in your body on fire because his dick feels that good. His backshots are slamming your guts in the best way possible as he grunts behind you, fucking like two horny dogs because shit, that’s what you feel like. 
You mewl and moan and yelp into his hand until eventually, Jungkook provides you with an earth-shattering thrust into your g-spot and your orgasm bursts through your gates like a tsunami. You cum all over Jungkook’s cock, producing your oozing slick so abundantly Jungkook can’t keep quiet. 
“Oh shit, God. So much cum, baby. You’re so wet.” His lips hang open as he manages his orgasm, breathing out grunts as he loses himself. 
“Fuck, I don’t wanna pull out.. I can’t..” Jungkook seems so lost in your ocean you reply rapidly through your gushing slick. “Fill me up, Koo. It’s okay, want your hot cum!”   
And you instantly feel Jungkook release inside you with a feral grunt, stripes of his white hot seed shooting inside you. He fills you like he was always meant to, pussy creamed to perfection and so abundantly that some of his cum drips down your folds and onto your buzzing clit. 
Jungkook has shoved himself to the brim where he slowly, and gently penetrates you through your orgasm, letting you use his cock to ride out your high, fingers decreasing speed over your clit and rather rubbing in soft circles. 
He eventually stops and your breathing normalizes, feeling Jungkook’s throbbing cock finally halt. He pulls out of you carefully with delicate hands on your hips, and his cock slips out as he views the way his cum dirties your gorgeous pussy. 
Securing his grip on your body, he considerately turns you over and rests you on your back. He reaches over your head and adjusts Taehyung’s pillows. He curls a hand underneath your neck and brings you to one of the pillows, setting you down. You nestle back into the comfortable plush and smile as Jungkook’s thumbs smooth your sides, peering down at the mess between your legs; the way a delectable mixture of your cum and his drips onto Taehyung’s sheets. 
“Shit, Taehyung’s gonna be pissed.” Jungkook snorts, slotted between your spread legs. 
“It’s okay.” you ease him with a charming smile as your palms smooth over his. “We’ll get scolded together.” 
He chuckles with you as you beckon him over with grabby hands, and Jungkook happily complies as he slides up your body and wraps his strong, warm arms around your torso, his head falling against your breasts. Your hands fit into his soft, silky hair, hugging him to your chest. 
“Mmm, you’re so soft.” Jungkook hums, the sensation of being able to rest over your boobs the epitome of heaven of heaven to him. You giggle at his openness and just how endearing he is, Jungkook squeezing you tighter as he feels laughs vibrate your body.
“You’re so warm, c’mere.” You snuggle him closer and nuzzle your nose into his hair, catching a whiff of his crisply-scented shampoo that smelled almost orgasmically good. 
Jungkook lifts off your chest and looks into your eyes, something indistinguishable in them, but his sincerity was telltale as ever. His thumb and index finger grasp your chin as he pushes your cute lips together, creating a pout he cracks a smile at and kisses ever so softly. 
He doesn’t say anything when your eyes meet next, instead watching that beautiful smile of his decorate his face. Jungkook elevates himself and fits beside your smaller form on the same pillow, fixing Taehyung’s sheets over your naked bodies. He huddles with you closely underneath, and pulls you flush against his large frame as his nose buries into your vanilla-scented hair. 
You settle into his muscly arms, clutching onto his tattooed one. You feel your eyes flutter shut as you breathe in the smell of sex and his cologne, and Jungkook holds onto you for the rest of the quiet night.
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Hard raps at the door are what stir you and Jungkook awake, groaning at the little light that pokes through the blinds and compromises your sleep, Jungkook lazily rubbing at an eye with a lifted head. 
Five seconds later, a hungover Taehyung bursts into his room and appears to you both as the equivalent of a zombie. He’s clearly freshly woken up, barely open eyes and messy-haired, finding you two with a groggy voice. 
“Oh, shit. I finally found these two-” But Taehyung freezes, rubbing his eyes vigorously to clear his vision and attempting to discern if he’s actually seeing this. He blinks rapidly as his eyes adjust to the vibrant sunlight, and groans in grievous complaint as he smacks his forehead. 
“Oh fucking-c’mon.. did you guys have sex on my bed!?” 
Jungkook breathes a chuckle as your tired head hits Taehyung’s pillow, too exhausted to deal with this. You blissfully slip back into dreamland while the two boys endlessly bicker; Taehyung listing the grand ass-whoopings he’ll graciously provide Jungkook with, only for Jungkook to criticize Taehyung’s sorry-assed hide-and-seek skills. 
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breakiebunny · a month ago
Espresso Shots and Boob Talks| JJK
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One Shot 
Summary: your sweet boyfriend doesn't care about your boob size and he's ready to prove it to you that your lame whining will not stop him from fucking you dumb.
genre: Angst, smut, fluff,college student Jungkook and Oc.
warnings: boob insecurities, titty lover jk,light bondage, breast worship, sucking, biting, hickeys, fingering, Soft Dom jk, oc is a cry baby,smut, Boob kink, size kink, daddy kink, light dumbification, cowgirl, pet names.
words: 6.9K
A.N : ALL BOOBIE LOVE IN DIS HOUSE!!! based on this request.
The first time you met Jungkook, it wasn’t an ideal way to meet for the first time really. You just spent the past two hours listening to your philosophy professor after pulling an all nighter for your mid terms and you felt like fighting God or die trying, ready to rip your hair out and start crying at the slight inconvenience that will dare to cross your path. You check your phone to see how much time is left for the next class, so that you can eat lunch and maybe take a nap if you are lucky, two hours, well it is something. You huff and just as you were going to put your phone back in your pocket, something hard and heavy bumped into your side sending the phone flying away from your hand, it was a tall and big boy who didn’t even bother stopping and kept running.
“Hey!” you were drained of every last drop of energy, voice shaky as tears roll down your eyes. Your phone was cracked and your arm was stinging from the impact. The boy stopped, looked back for a second, you could see the inner conflict in his eyes as you cry; really needed a reason to let it all out and that asshole provided the perfect reason. He adjusts his bag on his shoulder and runs away, leaving you with an empty tank of the will to live and a cracked phone.
“FUCK YOU!” you scream like a mad woman and pick your phone, eight shots of espresso it is.
“You`ll die at this point” Jimin, your friend who works in the campus coffee shop tells you, a little worried.
“Honestly, I don’t care anymore Jimin, I don’t know what I`ll do about mid terms and some asshole broke my phone today, so death? not scared of her.” You grab your deathly espresso concoction.
“Chill a little, I`m worried for you, I`m coming tonight with take out and I`ll make you eat in front of me.” Jimin pushes two brownies towards you. “On me, eat up you look dead.” He grins and you roll your eyes.
“Thank you Jiminie” you smile at his concern and take the brownies and head out, there was a small lawn in front of the coffee shop and you always study there before your immediate classes. You sit on the bench and open your laptop, taking a sip of your “Coffee” that was more of a death juice, you almost throw up but it`s not about the taste right now, you need to get through today`s classes and this is your only friend right now. You eat the brownie and get your work done in silence typing away on the keyboard, completing your due essay, you sigh in contentment and lean back in the bench, bringing the straw to your mouth.
“Ah, even this feels like a cocktail right now” you hum, eyes still closed.
“I`m sure you can die from this much espresso” you hear a deep but hesitant voice and your eyes shoot open.
“You!” you point at him like he was not standing in front of you, the same boy who bumped into you.
“Hey?” he runs his hand nervously on his backpack strap.
“Don’t hey me, I can`t even see the time on my phone because of the cracks, and you ran off without even saying sorry like a normal human being.” You cross your arms on your chest.
“About that” he scratches the back of his neck. “I`m really sorry, I really am, but I had a presentation in like ten minutes and if I had stopped to say sorry and I would’ve failed my class.” The boy switches his eyes from your face and to the ground.
“You cried, I saw you, I`m sorry” he says again, his cheeks pink. “I`ll pay for your phone repair, you don’t have to worry about that and I`ll buy a milkshake, you could use some after what you`ve just been drinking.” He adds quickly, gesturing to the empty coffee cup.
“What can I say, its been a rough week.” You shrug. “And don’t worry about the phone, I can still use it, don’t worry, I was just pissed because you didn’t acknowledge what you did, now you did and I understand presentations are important so no worries” you smile a little, putting your laptop in your bag.
“Please, I feel so bad, let me at least buy you a coffee?” the boy looks embarrassed, his eyes were so big, eyelashes so long all the girls must be jealous of him.
“There`s no need but hey free coffee, we don’t turn away. I always come to this coffee shop and if we run into each other again, you can buy me a coffee okay? don’t think too much about it, it`s fine, it happens.” You wave your hand hoping he would understand that a cracked phone although it broke your heart with it was not something you were worried about these days and you didn’t plan on making the poor guy suffer because of it, he seemed like a cool dude.
“Deal” he grins and you are blinded by the brightness of his smile, eyes scrunched along with his nose. A cutie, you find yourself blushing at the revelation.
“I`m Jungkook, by the way.” He steps forward with his hand extended as if he is sure now you would not attack him.
“Y/N” you smile shaking his hand, a huge but soft grasp.
And that`s how you met Jeon Jungkook, after numerous all nighters, this boy managed to brighten up your entire day, replaced your straight espresso shots with a strawberry milkshake, fed you and very quickly he became a part of your day, your life and now you have been dating him for three months. It was your first real relationship, well at least in college because you thought having a relationship in college would have a toll on your studies but you were so wrong, Jungkook only made your life easier, he was the sweetest most caring person ever, hell he even helped you study, took his time to understand a topic just so that he can teach you and in return.
“I get to kiss you whenever I want, that`s all I need, deal?” he puckers his lips, apparently his way of sealing a deal was with a kiss now and you hope this special seal is just for you.
“Easy, I love it when you kiss me” your lips meet his puckered ones and he hums, pulling you into him. That`s all he ever wanted attention, kisses and food. It had been three months and Jungkook never initiated something more than a kiss, you were trying not to be insecure, telling yourself that maybe he`s busy, tired from his football practice or studies but even when you two were alone on weekends when he had just woken from a good nap, the guy avoided pussy like a ten year old avoids calls on their mother`s phone when they are playing games on it or maybe it`s just you, you don’t consider yourself ugly, no you were pretty okay you think? There wasn’t a line of guys dying to get you but you`ve had your fair share and Jungkook, that boy was every girl`s wet dream even your friends jokingly said how you managed to bag him as your boyfriend and honestly now that you see him daily, how you got such a dream of a boyfriend was beyond you but noticing his lack of interest in doing anything physical with you was making you insecure about yourself and honestly this relationship, if he found you attractive, he would take any opportunity to jump your bones, right? But he didn’t, he just keeps kissing your nose, lips, eyes and even ears. “Cutie” he would coo every time you whine, rubbing your ears because of the tingly feeling of his feathery lips.
It was a Saturday night, you two were lying down in your dorm, your room mate was out for the night so there went that excuse. Jungkook was lying back against the wall legs stretched out, your head placed on his lap as you two watched some random shit movie.
“Hah, he`s just trying to get in her pants” you mumble against his thigh as the bad boy in the movie starts being extra nice to the main character, Jungkook doesn’t answer.
“Are you asleep?” you turn your head to see him focused on the movie.
“No baby but you look really sleepy” he breaks a smile when he looks at you.
“Your thighs are comfy, might hire you as my life size-alive pillow” you snuggle closer to him and he laughs, his hand landing on the curve of your ass and suddenly you are not sleepy at all, all your senses are heightened and his heavy hand almost on your ass was making you dizzy and when he started rubbing your hip over the thin material of your shorts, you felt the wetness pool between your legs, you wanted him and that was as clear as the day. You could tell he wasn’t doing it intentionally because he was super immersed in the stupid movie, other hand playing with your hair, fine if he is not going to make a move, I will. You think. You move fully turning on his lap, his hand falls from your hip and you already regret your move, it felt so good there but you wanted more, that`s for sure. You sneak your hand to his nape pulling him down to your level taking his lips with yours, his hand stills in your hair, thumb caressing your cheek as you push him further into you by his nape to deepen the kiss, you whimper when his tongue licks into your mouth, he breaks the kiss at the sound, eyes blown out and dark, lips shiny and you wonder if you look half as good as him right now or just crazy, your chest heaves up and down with each breath, you hope he takes the hint and fucks your brains out till the sunrise or at least till you cry, you`re not picky, but he doesn’t do anything just looks at you and your lips. You take the initiative of getting fucked in your own hands again and lean towards him on your knees, lips landing on his soft now warm cheek.
“Baby, you know most guys would take the hint by now.” You chuckle, honestly amused by his obliviousness.
“What?” he breaths heavily and you smirk thank God you had some effect on this stone of a man.
“That your girlfriend wants you to fuck her senseless.” You purr, kissing along his jaw and he snaps, a hand comes to your jaw forcing your lips to his lips as he sucks on them like his life depended on it. He breaks away with a loud pop echoing in the room, the soft murmur of the movie was the only noise besides your heavy breathing. You grin, finally you will get what you wanted for two months and just as you raise your leg to straddle his lap, he stops you squirming away a little and you feel stupid, embarrassed, your heart in your throat. You clear your throat as if to push it back to its rightful place. Jungkook grabs his phone from your side table.
“I…I need to get back, Jin…he um he wanted my car.” He stumbles on his feet quickly as if wanting to get away from you and you thank the room is not that bright cause you definitely will cry if he looks at you with his big doe eyes because you have never been so embarrassed in your entire life, this was straight up rejection his phone didn’t even buzz and he told you earlier he would spend the night.
“Uh y-yeah, sure, this movie is bad anyways and I`m gonna sleep” you ramble, not looking directly at him, instead focus behind him.
“Y-yeah, see you later, good night” he mumbles, looking a little sad and you want to punch him, you should look like a kicked puppy not him.
“Good night.” You squeak, about to get up to see him out the door.
“No, no its fine, you should rest, I`ll just go.” He rushes you with a wave of his hand, the other busy putting on his shoe. Wow, another jab to your heart.
“Okay” you whisper, not trusting your voice at this point. He was already tired of you and tonight proves it. He leaves with a quick bye and get some sleep but sleep is the last thing you get that night.
Jungkook avoided you after that night for three days, texting you here and there telling you he`s busy with practice and assignments and that added more fuel to the fire of insecurity his behavior towards you ignited, but here you were with him at a party you had no plans on going to but Jin had personally invited you last week and reminded you the day before, so you had to go cause Jin is not the one who lets people forget things easily and you were on his good side and planned on keeping it that way. Jungkook had his arm draped over your shoulder, pulling you into his side on the couch as you two laughed at something Jin said.
“Hey Jungkook, if bro code doesn’t apply on hook ups for you, can I tap that?” Jin gestures behind you, still laughing. You turn around, your eyes landing on the most beautiful woman you`ve ever seen in your life, she was tall, skinny and just perfect, if you had one gay bone in your body you were sure you would want to tap that too honestly. Her skin was smooth, lips plump, eyes big and bright, make up done like a pro a natural look that didn’t hide her gorgeous features, she had plump breasts, small waist and thick ass, just perfect body proportions overall. Jungkook hooked up with this goddess? A wave of jealousy more like insecurity flashes through your eyes.
“Go crazy hyung” Jungkook replies not even bothering to look back, you were still looking at her, she notices Jungkook, her eyes swimming to yours, she smirks and cat walks upstairs, her hips swaying with each step, you gulp, feeling sick all of a sudden, oh so that`s why he doesn’t touch me, he`s not used to someone like me, look at her. Your mind makes up these thoughts that make your throat constrict.
“Baby doll, are you okay?” Jungkook`s honey voice says close to your ear and you flinch, any other day you would swoon and kiss him silly at the pet name he just gave you but right now you were struggling to hold in your tears and breath at the same time. You were never a multi tasker.
“Y-yeah, I`m fine.” You don’t look him in the eyes and he frowns. You looked so cute when you laughed it made his heart smile whenever you laughed like there`s no one around, a snort leaving you each time it gets uncontrollable.
“Excuse me, I need to use the washroom.” You tell Jungkook.
“Okay baby, tell me if you need anything” He kisses your cheek, hand squeezing your shoulder. You get up quickly; adjusting your dress you run upstairs, a little crying in the bathroom is always a good idea to feel better. Just when you were about to open the door you hear someone.
“Oh my God, Lia did you see Jeon Jungkook?” you peep through the tiny slit, the same hot goddess from downstairs was fixing the lipstick on her plump lips.
“Yeah, don’t care” Lia scoffs as he she packs on the lip gloss on her lips, smacking them together.
“Yeah, I mean that girl next to him, really dude, her ?” the other girl laughs. “He said no to you only to date that flat chested teenager” your heart sinks to your stomach, you never thought about it that way, you never thought that the size of your boobs would matter in your life, you liked Jungkook because he was just Jungkook, so kind, authentic and funny and you thought Jungkook liked you because of you but it seems like you were wrong, you felt dumb and unwanted and the center of the joke all of a sudden, it means everyone who ever saw you with him thought the same. What is this hot hunk of a man doing with someone like her boohoo?
“I heard the guy had like a boob fetish or something, all his exes and hook ups have like jumbo jugs going on” the girl laughs and Lia joins in too.
“It’s true, he was obsessed with my boobs, I was scared at one point, not gonna lie but it was kinda hot though.” Lia says all dreamy and you`re sure she`s having flashbacks.
You feel tears blinding your eyes; air knocked out of your lungs like someone just kicked you in the gut. You felt betrayed and led on, why did he not say anything? Does he really think you are a teenager who cannot handle a quick “Hey I don’t think this is working, we should break up”.
“Hey , don’t say that I`m sure she`s in college” Lia`s sweet voice breaks you out of your internal monologue, you blink a few times, hot tears running down your cheeks now, you were always an emotional mess and that was one of the many reasons you tried to stay away from serious relationships but you could’ve bet your life Jungkook felt so different, being with him felt so easy like you are taking a nap on the comfiest couch, he felt like home but of course you were wrong, the guy probably knows your emotional tendencies by now and is too nice to break up with you. The thought that Jungkook was just being nice to you to avoid drama stabbed your heart so deep that you were feeling the pain physically, your chest feeling tight.
“But hey, those boobs are ironed” Lia adds, bouncing her big ones in her slender hands. You stumble back, wiping your tears unable to hear more. You take out your phone from the small sling bag you had for tonight.
“Hey, not feeling well, going home, don’t worry.” You send the text to Jungkook.
You go to your room, slipping off your dress not bothering to wear anything or take your make up off. You cry your eyes out, voice muffled against the pillow. Jungkook kept calling you and texting you through the night but you didn’t pick up or answered his texts. What would you say? You were embarrassed and you felt like an idiot for throwing yourself on him every chance you got, he was probably traumatized and disgusted. If he was nice enough to not say anything and break up, you were not so nice; you decide to end things when you see him next.
Jungkook barges inside your dorm room, you flinch still cuddled in bed.
“Mina, did you need anything else? You know where my stuff is” you croak, getting up, your eyes puffy and red, hair all tangled up, dressed in just a hoodie, you sniffle when your eyes land on Jungkook instead of Mina.
“Y/N, what happened?” he runs over to you eying three cups of God knows how many straight espresso shots and various beer bottles. You drank all that in one night and a morning, he couldn’t believe it, he also couldn’t understand why you look so distraught that the tears are still sticking to your pretty eyelashes. You fall back on the bed, turning away from him not wanting him to see you weep the fresh round of tears that were ready to spill out of your eyes.
“Just not good” you try to sound stable but fail miserably.
“Are you on your period baby? Want me to rub your tummy or anything else?” Jungkook sounds so worried and soft it makes your heart clench but when his hand lands on your back you can`t help but snap.
“I`m fine, leave me alone God!” you move further on the bed so that his hand is no longer touching you.
“Y/N, did something happen at the party? You can tell me you know that right” Jungkook says softly, hoping he would coax you out of your cocoon with his silky voice. You don’t answer.
“It`s nothing Jungkook, just me being annoying again, so you can leave I know you`re busy” you tell him, voice nothing like his, yours was bitter and angry, angry at yourself for being someone he didn't want.
“Hey sweetie, you`re not annoying and I`m never busy for my girl, not when something is eating at her beautiful heart.” He places a soft kiss to your temple.
“Come on, tell me, I will listen” he rubs your shoulder and you let him, hungry for his touch.
“Why are you with me Jungkook?” you say before sitting up facing him on the bed.
“What do you mean? Because I like you so so much, I love spending time with you and oh yeah I`m literally obsessed with you.” Jungkook rolls his eyes like you just asked him the stupidest question in the world.
“No you are not, you are just nice enough to not break my heart because you know that I`m obsessed with you.” Your voice shakes, tears flowing down your cheeks like a stream.
“Baby, what happened? You`re still not telling me and stop crying it`s breaking my heart” he holds both of your hands, pushing the hair back from your face.
“Jungkook, you don’t wanna have sex with me and I know why” you surprise yourself with your forwardness but maybe it`s the mixture of espresso and beer talking in your tummy.
“And what did you find out? What`s the reason?” Jungkook scoffs, rubbing your knuckles with his soft warm fingers.
“B-because I have small boobs.” You blurt out and Jungkook laughs, a squeaky high pitched laugh that makes him fall back on the bed with its intensity and you replay what you had said in your head, it sounded so serious to you so what happened to him? Maybe he was gonna say “haha dumb bitch, you just found out?”
“Baby I`m sorry but I think you should slow down with these random poisonous concoctions.” He says between his fits of laughter.
“I`m serious Jungkook, don’t laugh, I heard Lia and her friend at the party and how you are obsessed with big boobs so I`m not stupid okay? you don’t wanna sleep with me because I have small boobs.” You try not to cry.
“That`s been on your cute little mind.” Jungkook coos bringing his hand to your face to brush your tears away but you bat his hand away.
“Y/N, your boobs, big or small do not concern me. All I need is you.” Jungkook brings his hand to your face again; you let him brush your tears away.
“Yeah, if it doesn’t concern you then why do you always reject me when I try to make a move on you?” you snap, eyes red and glassy. Jungkook doesn’t respond.
“See, you don’t know, you wanna be all wise and pious and say my small tits do not bother you but they do” you get up from the bed.
“So Jungkook, if you don’t have the guts to say this, I will! Let`s break up.” you look straight in his eyes and Jungkook eyes widen, his complexion drained of any color, his bottom lip quivers.
“No” he whispers, his voice not coming out strong like it was twenty seconds ago.
“Y/N, I swear its nothing like that, I don’t care about all of this, not when it comes to you.” Jungkook stumbles down from your bed, caging you in his strong arms.
“Then explain, why do you always push me away?” you look up at him, determined to get your answers.
“Because I wanna treat you special, I don’t do serious relationships, you know that and I didn’t want you to think I just want to get in your pants” he looks down at his feet.
“And honestly, I was testing myself as well, I was afraid that what if sleeping with you is what I really want and not you, I can`t look at you all heartbroken, it kills me to see you cry.” Jungkook sniffles, it was your heart`s turn to break at his tiny sniffles, doe eyes glassy.
“Jungkook…” you whisper, caressing his cheek, he leans into your touch.
“But I like being with you, I just wanna be with you even if we don’t have sex, I know it made you feel unwanted and I`m sorry I just wanted to be the best for you, you deserve it.” He looks like he`s trying not let out a sob and you pull him down hugging him tightly.
“I`m sorry baby, I`m so stupid, I listened to everyone but you, I should’ve talked to you before throwing a tantrum.” You really feel stupid now, this soft dream of a boy wants to treat you like a lady and all you wanted from him was to fuck you like a slut, so shallow.
“Yes you are, the dumbest girl I know.” He whispers, a smirk visible on his handsome face.
“Hey! A girl gets insecure okay, have you seen yourself and my boobs ARE not the biggest.” You hit his chest, a giggle erupting from your throat.
“You are right once again, your boobs are not big.” He says, his hands on your forearms, eyes deep into yours. You pout.
“They are perfect.” He runs his nose along your cheek, kissing both of your eyes.
“These pretty eyes are so red, stupid girl worn them out for no reason.” He purrs against your lips, yours part in anticipation. He goes straight in with the tongue, growling when you do the same, teeth clashing as you two try to swallow each other whole, your hands scrunched in the front of his tee shirt, his tangles in your already messed up hair, pulling you closer if that was even possible. The air running short.
“Mmh” he chases your lips when you break away, panting like you`ve been running on a hot day.
“Espresso shots will not kill me, this will.” You tease and he smirks, hands still in your hair he pulls you close, taking your bottom lip between his teeth, you whine as he sucks on it.
“Really? Too bad cause I was gonna fuck your brains out, just like you asked the other day.” He whispers biting on your chin.
“I`m fine! Perfectly fine and fit for it.” You jump away from him doing a jumping jack, he stifles a laugh.
“I`m not so sure Y/N, it`ll be a lot intense then kissing.” He teases, pinching the bridge of his nose pretending to think this through.
“Is that a promise?” you hug his waist, resting your chin on his chest grinning up at him.
“A fact” he kisses the tip of your nose and you feel you face heat up at his confidence, you know your panties are ruined already, only from kissing him.
“Let me fact check then.” You manage to say that while looking into his dark orbs, pupils blown out, lips red and swollen.
Jungkook pushes you back a little, his hands going for the hem of your hoodie, lifting it up revealing the smooth skin of your stomach, eyes locked on yours, you stand your ground even though you can feel your heart beating in your ears. You sigh when he throws the hoodie somewhere in the room, his eyes taking in your body only clad in a pink cotton bra and black cotton panties, you mentally face palm yourself, you couldn’t even wear a matching set, wow.
“So beautiful” Jungkook sighs dreamily, eyes locked on your body, he extends his hand towards you, looking at you for your permission and you nod a little too fast making him chuckle. His hand looks too big on your breast as he squeezes and kneads them in his hands. You forget how to breathe. He goes behind you, undoing the hooks of your bra, pushing it down your arms. The cold air hits your nipples and they get hard.
“Perfect for my hands.” You whine when he cups your breasts in his hand from behind, head resting on your shoulder, pressing kisses here and there. you look down at his hands and almost moan, his tattooed hands covered your boobs completely, occasionally squeezing them, rolling his hands on them. The sight erotic.
“J-jungkook more.” You whine, his teasing was killing you.
“Oh you will get more princess, so much more” he picks the bra from the ground and you were so lost in the moment wondering what else he has planned for you that you don’t notice him tying your hands behind your back with your bra. The bind tight enough to keep your hands behind you.
“What is this about now?” you ask, voice whiny.
“Dumb girl, do you trust me?” he pecks your lips.
“Not dumb” it comes out as a whine when he envelops your nipple in his mouth, sucking it slowly, squeezing the other in his hand. Your hands behind your back quiver, his hair looking soft you wanna tangle your fingers through them and push him further into your breasts but you can`t.
“Are you okay with it sweet baby?” Jungkook whispers against the soft flesh of your boobs.
“Yes, anything you want, I…I`m okay.” you breath, ready to cry if he doesn’t fuck you in the next thirty seconds.
Jungkook smiles his bunny smile as he stands up leading you to the bed, pushing you back when you sit on it, hands tied to your back, a little uncomfortable but like you said anything for him. This position pushed your breasts further up for him to devour like a full course meal, served in front of him, ready for him to dig in. You lift your neck up to see what he was doing and to say straining your neck for the sight in front of you was worth it was an understatement.
He already got rid of his white tee shirt, revealing his smooth skin and eight pack abs, your mouth waters so much that you gulp back the saliva. You wanna lick his body; he doesn’t even have to do anything. You moan out loud when you see him pull his boxers down, his semi hard Cock springing free, tip flushed already, a vein running around the underside of it, you drool literally and your hands are behind so you wipe your face on the side of the bed, Jungkook smirks when he looks at you.
“Enjoying the show Pretty baby?” He says looking at you like you`re the reason sun rises every morning.
“Me pretty? Have you seen yourself?” you say in a trance and he giggles, a sound so sweet you want kiss him silly. You watch him straddle your hips, lowering his head into your neck, kissing, nipping, licking at the warm skin, his lips were so soft they couldn’t hurt you even if they tried but when he bit on your collarbone you moan, enjoying the sting a little too much. He kisses down to your boobs, sucking and biting them.
“Ahhh Jungkook yes” your head lolls back in pleasure, the hot suction of his mouth feeling heavenly.
“Pretty tits on the prettiest girl” he coos and you melt. “nghfhh!!” he bites on the nipple, the sensitive bud sending shocks of pleasure into your entire body when provoked. He bites down on it harder making you scream, his free hand reaching down for your underwear, pushing it to the side, he runs his slender finger along your folds and hums against your nipple when he feels how wet you are.
“So wet, for me baby?” he asks pecking your lips, you chase his lips but he goes back to your boobs again, you should’ve never said anything about your boobs, this man is determined to prove to you that your boobs are perfect.
“Y-yes who else…stupid.” You manage to say and he bites down on your nipple again.
“Fuck” you cry.
“A dumb girl calling me stupid, what has the world come to.” He rubs your clit with two of his fingers.
“I`m not…dumb, I have straight…A`s.” you don’t back down from firing back, your arms stinging under your weight now.
“Yes you are, dumb, dumb, dumb.” He bites on the fleshy part of your breast with each “Dumb” leaving multiple marks there, his fingers sinking into your hole.
“Ohhh, ahh” your back arches, pushing your breasts into his mouth more, he catches the other nipple in his mouth sucking and biting on it too, while his fingers pump in your pussy. You spread your legs for him more and he goes knuckles deep, groaning when he feels your pussy sucking his fingers in.
“Oh my God, fuck!” you cry, tears streaming down your cheeks for a whole different reason now, the stinging torturous pleasure he was putting your boobs through was too much matched with his fingers inside you, hooking and scissoring inside your hole making you scream every time.
“No more please” you chest heaves, covered in his bite marks and hickeys.
“Want you please, please” you cry, eyes blinking at him, hoping he would give in. He does.
“Okay baby, but first you gotta come on my fingers, can you be my good girl and do that for me?” he coos against your cheek as he pumps his fingers in you faster making you mewl.
“Y-yes d-daddy” you find yourself saying, breath hitching, what if he finds it weird?
“Oh fuck, say it again, please precious.” He moans against your lips, sucking them against his, swallowing your tiny sounds.
“Daddy please, wanna come, wanna be y-your g-good girl, please.” You mewl against his lips and his thumb starts rubbing your clit.
“Do it gorgeous, do it for me, be a good girl and come on daddy`s fingers.” He kisses along your shoulders and sobs leave you lips as you inch towards your orgasm. The band in your stomach suddenly snaps and you lean down to kiss Jungkook`s eyebrow hard, the angle only allowed his eyebrow to be in your reach. He sits up and you whine.
“No more please.” You look down at your breasts, littered with bites and bruises, you loved them but you wanted him inside before you cry. Crying for dick? This motherfucker will never let you forget that.
“Okay beautiful, just gonna untie your hands now” he makes you sit up, untangling the bra tied around your hands, the soft cotton material wasn’t hard on the skin of your wrists but he still spends his time smooching your wrists, an act so sweet you want to eat him whole. He rubs your arms soothingly, the ache in them disappearing.
“Was it too much?” he asks, hands still rubbing up and down on your arms.
“No, I`m good, loved it so much.” You offer him a smile and he grins.
“So, is this gonna turn all soft after you almost ate my boobs, look at them they look like they were attacked by a wild bear.” You show him your boobs and he pouts.
“I was being nice to you, you meanie” his bottom lip is jutted out, eyes round, making your heart jump at the cuteness.
“And they`ll look like this every time you`ll try to degrade them.” He squeezes your left boob and you jump.
“These are mine sir, hands to yourself please” you hide your boobs with both of your hands.
“Ours.” He says as he lays down on the bed, adjusting his head on the pillows. You look at him confused.
“Come on, get on top” he says as he pumps his cock, your bones vibrating with excitement of what`s to come as you straddle him, trembling hands holding his cock and he hisses when you pump him slowly, using his pre cum as a lube, it gets harder and longer with each pump and you can`t wait any longer, pushing the tip inside you. “I`m on a pill.” You announce even though he didn’t ask, he forgot, to be honest, so deep in the thoughts of having you wrapped around him.
“Fuck” you moan, throwing your head back.
“Perfect girl, you`re doing so good.” Jungkook breathes, his hands massaging your hips. The praise going straight to your core and you want to hear more of it, pushing more of him inside you.
"so fucking tight ah fuck!" He growls.
“OH GOD! So big.” You wail.
“So tiny.” Jungkook muses pushing your black panties to the side, looking down at your pussy fluttering against his big cock, struggling to take him in. You pull yourself off of him and sit down quickly, skin slapping against his, thick girthy cock filling you to the brim. It was not the smartest idea but it was so worth it.
“Oh fuck, oh yes!” Jungkook praises when your mouth opens in a silent scream.
“S-so full” you muse, hands pressed against his chest.
“Yeah? You like it baby?” his hands reach for your boobs, kneading them in his hands, you put your hands on top of his squeezing a little.
“I love it, so so much” you don’t even know what you`re saying, you felt drunk, drunk on your boyfriend`s scent, his pretty face and his big cock inside you, splitting you open, your puffy pussy lips wrapped around him tightly. You move your hips a little after your pussy adjusts to the breach, moving up and down on his dick, hands still holding his on your boobs.
“AH! Hmmmm” you mewl on top of him, head thrown back, Jungkook looks at you like you`re a piece of art so precious, so divine, he wanted to capture this moment, the moment when you look so vulnerable so heavenly he could cry. Your hands go back on his chest, supporting yourself on them as you bounce on his cock, creating a rhythm that has your pussy quivering with pleasure.
“You wanted this beautiful?” Jungkook asks as he thrusts up into you making you shriek as you nod.
“Words” one hand is on your boob, the other holding your hip as he thrusts up into you again, harder.
“Y-yes yes, wanted this for so long” you wail, tears rolling your cheeks, the pleasure so overwhelming you don’t know what else to do.
“Dumb girl, w-wanted to break up with me because I don’t fuck her?” he matches your thrusts with his from the bottom making you bounce on his cock, your hands on his chest keeping you on him after each impact.
“T-thought y-ou didn’t like me.” You whimper, his thrusts wild as his bites were.
“That`s w-why your A`s don’t matter pretty girl, dumb pretty girl.” His voice shakes a little as he thrusts into you like you`re his sex doll and he controls your movements, the buttons being your boobs and your hips.
"I follow you around like a lost p-uppy and y-ou think I don't l-ike you? Dumb slut" he groans.q
“Daddy, fuck!” you cry, not having much of choice now.
“I will f-fuck you twenty times a d-day if that`s what you want daddy`s pretty little slut, do you think your tiny pussy can take it?” you are full on crying now, mewling and sobbing as he thrusts into you.
“I will! Fuck I will, anything d-daddy gives me, I`ll…ahh…take it” you`re almost lifeless at this point.
“Are you close baby girl? I can feel you clenching around my cock oh fuck, do it again.” Jungkook moans, his head thrown back, his thick delicious neck on display, veins prodding in the creamy skin, you lean forward to kiss along his throat, sucking on his pulse, teeth nipping at the skin creating a mark, it looked so normal compared to the ones he left on you but you will get back on him someday that`s for sure, he moans and you clench around him at the guttural sound.
“Oh, hahh!” he moans as you move your hips again meeting his wild thrusts in half.
“Jungkook baby, I`m gonna come.” You take his lips with yours, the kiss rather sweet than the animalistic strokes.
“C-come for me honey” he whispers against your lips. You are so turned on by his whines and cries that you don’t even need clitoral stimulation for your second orgasm, eyes rolling back when your orgasm crashes down on you, your legs shaking, trying to close but you are straddling Jungkook`s lap, his tiny waist working perfectly as an obstacle as he thrusts up into you, his own release knocking on the door, you kiss along his shoulders, sucking a few marks around his collarbones as he shoots up his hot arousal in you making you whimper at the new feeling.
“Wow” he sighs, you wince when you push yourself off of him, bed sheets already ruined so you don’t mind when his arousal mixed with yours drip down your thighs.
“It was perfect.” You whisper, eyes closed, a smile on your features.
“Sleep, I`ll clean you up.” You feel Jungkook kissing your forehead.
“I have a quiz tomorrow, might need eight espresso shots in the morning, I`m beat and it`s all your fault, don’t come at me.” You mumble, cheek pressed against the pillow.
“You`ve got to be fucking kidding me.” You hear Jungkook sigh and you giggle quietly.
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jjungkookislife · 26 days ago
Little Mouse: Lethal (M)
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pairing: frat boy!jk x f. reader
genre: established relationship au, smut [21+]
summary: Jungkook loves getting you gifts when he’s out and about shopping. Today’s gift leaves little to the imagination, and he can’t keep his hands to himself... not that you’re any better.
wc: 5k
warnings: cursing, pet names (babe, baby, little mouse, good girl), vmin mention, pierced!kook (eyebrow), tattooed!koo, jk pretends he doesn’t know the pajamas are see-through, marking (biting, hickeys, bruising, scratching), breast play, hair pulling, grinding, handjob, jk is an ass man, oc sits on jk’s face, messy 69, oral sex, mention of oc being submissive and bratty, manhandling, fingering, spanking, unprotected sex, choking, spit kink, titfuck, cum facial, cum eating
a/n: here’s another version of the lace set of Jungkook’s July live. It’s still his birthday in the US so I wanted to post. Hope you enjoy!
date: September 1, 2021
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Jungkook enjoyed spending time at your place. He loved the silence it provided, away from Taehyung’s antics and Jimin’s flirtatiousness as he tried to make Taehyung jealous with one of his conquests.
It was no secret Jungkook enjoyed being at your place, tidying up and trying to keep himself busy while you were at work or school. Tonight was Friday, and he’d gotten off early, using his free time to stop by a shop on his way home to get you a gift. You loved Jungkook’s gifts. Sometimes they were flowers, chocolate, a bracelet you’d seen while out shopping for a birthday present, a hoodie to match his. Simple things he knew you’d love.
However, his latest purchase was for his eyes only. A matching set of lace pajamas that left nothing to the imagination. His tiny smug smile lit up his face as he admired himself in the bathroom mirror. His boxers could easily be seen, and he giggled . You’d be so surprised!
A few more minutes of Jungkook admiring himself in the mirror, including his eyebrow piercing, and he was ready to go. He just needed you to get home first.
Eagerly, his eyes land on the wall clock as he steps into your bedroom. You should be arriving any second now. He grinned, butterflies fluttering wildly in his abdomen as he did a little wiggle to let out some of the excitement.
“Baby, are you home?” Jungkook hears you call out from the doorway. The clatter of your shoes hitting the floor has him dashing out of the room.
Hollering, Jungkook startles you. “Close your eyes, babe! Close your eyes! I have a surprise!”
Out of surprise, you do as you’re told. Jungkook chuckles, apologizing softly as he shuts and locks your front door. He places his hands over your eyes to keep you from peeking, something he knows you’ll do if given the chance. He’s learned from his past mistakes. You were too curious for your own good, but he wouldn’t change anything about you, his little mouse.
“What’s the surprise?” You ask as you walk forward, your boyfriend’s firm chest pressed to your back as he guides you. You could feel the energy radiating off him, so you’d go along with it. A smile appears on your face, giggling when he huffs once you’ve stopped walking.
“Little mouse,” he growls in a warning. You nearly moan, gently drooping in his hold. Jungkook chuckles. His breath brushes your skin. “Be good for me, baby. Can you do that? Can you be a good girl for me?”
“Yes,” you breathe in response. Your body’s hot, nearly boiling with lust at the mere sound of his voice. You’d drop to your knees in a millisecond if he so commanded it in that tone.
“Good!” Jungkook giggles, his tattooed hand wrapped around your waist to guide you into the bathroom.
“Kook,” you start, hands reaching out to feel the bathroom counter. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing at all, little mouse. Take a shower and I’ll have your surprise waiting on the counter when you’re done.” With a brow raised, you eyed him suspiciously.
“Okay, Kookie.”
Jungkook grins, kissing your cheek as he ushers you further into the bathroom, shutting the door after. You roll your eyes, wondering what he was up to as you undress and start the shower.
Minutes fly by as you shower, ending it as quickly as possible before you’re wrapped in a towel. You dry yourself off along with your hair, tossing your dirty clothes into the hamper in the closet after.
On the bathroom counter, you see Jungkook’s surprise folded neatly wrapped with a white bow.
“Fancy,” you murmur as you untie the ribbon. It falls apart easily, spilling to the sides before fluttering to the floor beneath your feet.
You lift the top, eyes wide when you see it’s a lace top. It’s completely see-through! Your finger pokes the material, your fingertip visible on the other side. Grinning widely, you put it on, clasping the buttons as you go.
The bottoms are just as see-through, and you wonder if Jungkook was aware of this. He meant well with his gifts, but he tended to overlook things (like the sheerness of an item) if it was cute. You wouldn’t lie though. You loved the pajamas even if they left little to the imagination. Your nipples nearly poked out of the fabric, and you giggle as you turn to admire yourself. Surely Jungkook has done this on purpose.
“Little Mouse,” he calls from the other side of the door. “Are you dressed? I wanna see!”
“I’m coming!” You call back. “I’m definitely coming,” you whisper with a mischievous grin.
Slowly, you open the door and step into the hallway toward your bedroom, where Jungkook is distracted by his microphone, trying to plug it up for a night of karaoke and pizza.
Just like yours, Jungkook’s matching set of pajamas is see-through. His boxer briefs cling to his thighs as he moves, dropping to his knees to get a better view of the connection. You’d bet money he had no clue they were see-through.
“I’m here, babe. I love these,” you say, gaining his attention after a tiny ‘ aha ’ escapes him when he finally connects the mic.
“Do you like them?” Jungkook’s nervous tone is nearly overcome with his energy, nearly bouncing off the walls as he rocks back and forth.
“I love them,” you assure him. You spin slowly for him to admire you in them. A small gasp escapes him as you face him once again. He gulps, eyes zeroed in on your chest where your nipples are hard and visible through the material.
With wide eyes, and mouth slightly agape, Jungkook is shocked. “I can see your nipples.”
“Jungkook!” You exclaim, covering your chest with your arms. He blushes, apologizing as his gaze meets yours, eyes hooded.
“I can see everything,” he murmurs as his eyes roam your body, stopping at your thighs. “Move your arm.”
You do as you’re told, moving your arm out of the way for him to get a good view.
“Fuck.” He licks his lips, crossing the space between you to cup your face, pulling you into a kiss. “You look phenomenal.”
“Tell me, Jungkook…” you sigh his name as his lips meet your neck, his hands gripping your hips. He hums in response, only half listening to you. “Did you get these lace ones because they were see-through?”
Jungkook steps back, pierced brow raised in question. “What?”
“They’re see-through. Yours too,” you point at his thighs where you can see his boxers peeking through. Jungkook looks down, eyes wide as he turns in a circle, much like a dog would when he’s chasing his tail.
With pink dusted cheeks, Jungkook smiled sheepishly. “I didn’t know until I got home.”
A laugh escapes you, shaking your head before pulling Jungkook into a kiss. “Oh, my bunny. How could you not notice?!”
Jungkook murmurs something against your lips, but you deepen the kiss, his tongue pushing past them to twine with yours. You easily fall back into your bed, a moan falling from your lips as you scoot further on the bed. Jungkook’s hands grip your legs, spreading them to nestle in between.
“Accident or not,” he grips the lace collar between his fingers, rubbing it. “You look hot as fuck.”
“So do you,” you compliment, your hand sliding between your bodies to grip his cock, not surprised to find him semi-hard already.
“Kiss me, little mouse,” he whispers. After kissing you, his lips find their home in the column of your throat while his fingers pinch your nipple that pushes through the soft fabric.
“Easy access,” he chuckles darkly, his fingers undoing the first button of your top to plant a kiss on your sternum.
Your fingers run through his short black hair, momentarily missing his long thick locks that you’d tug on for hours on end. But your boyfriend was still just as ethereal, just as sinful as his tongue peeks from between his pretty pink lips to swipe along his bottom lip. He eyes you hungrily. A low growl reverberated against his chest as he licks your pert bud over the lace. His name escapes you in a sigh, fingers gripping his locks as you arch into him.
“Easy, little mouse,” he tuts, grinning from ear to ear as his tongue teases you once again. “Easy.”
You nod, swallowing thickly as his fingers slide beneath your top, cupping your other breast. With a featherlight touch, he gently squeezes while his lips return to your other nipple, suckling it over the lace. His fiery tongue sends your mind spinning, your body growing needy for his touch in other places but Jungkook ignores your whimpered pleas for more and the tightening of your succulent thighs holding onto his waist.
“Jungkook,” you moan, tugging on his hair to bring him to your lips. His hands slide beneath your top, gently caressing the softness of your skin. His fingers undo the rest of the buttons, pushing the top off your shoulders to toss on your bedroom floor.
“So pretty,” he smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners as his large tattooed hands run over your body, gently pressing his thumbs into your skin to feel more of you. Soft bruises may appear the next morning, little reminders left of his touch that you’ll smile when you see them, remembering the way he so lovingly caressed you.
Your hands slide over his arms, a finger tracing his newest tattoo that’s filled in the gaps of his arm. Jungkook follows your movements with his eyes, curious to see where you’ll go next as you gently push at his chest. He’s hesitant to lie down, wanting to pleasure you instead, but he easily gives in when your lips press a kiss to his sculpted jaw. Jungkook was putty in your hands and he knew it.
“These are so lovely, Kook. So soft and pretty…” you whisper, fingers tracing the design, smiling smugly when your fingertip passes over Jungkook’s nipple. He gasps, eyes filled with wonder as you lean down, pressing a kiss to his chest. He resists the urge to grip your hair in his hand, to kiss you as passionately as he so desperately desires.
Instead, Jungkook curses when your tongue flicks his hard nipple, groaning throatily when your teeth tug on it along with the lace. His eyes flutter shut, his hands gripping your hips as you settle your thighs on either side of his.
A wanton moan spills from his lips, causing you to clench around nothing. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip, barely stifling the cry that threatens to escape. Glittering eyes meet your own, as Jungkook’s chest rises and falls, ignoring the rapid beat of his heart against his ribcage.
“So sensitive,” you coo, fingers slowly working the buttons of his shirt with ease. When his taut torso is on display, your mouth waters, and you’re left utterly speechless. It always surprised you how amazing he looked, and the fact that he was all yours was the cherry on top.
“Little mouse,” he breathes, groaning when your fingers pinch his nipples. You don’t allow him to remove the lace top fully, pushing it to the sides to not get it in the way, but otherwise, it remains on his body.
“Hmm?” you hum in response, lips pressing kisses across his chest, moving upward to nip and suck at his neck. Jungkook moans, hips bucking into yours. “So cute.”
Jungkook blushes, feeling the heat surge to his cheeks. He whines in protest, but a swift nip of your teeth on his skin has him moaning your name instead. His hands grip your hips, neck turning to the side to allow you more room. With his hair short now, it would prove difficult to hide the marks you were leaving behind, but he couldn’t care much in the heat of the moment, not when your tongue laved over each mark after.
Sitting up, you place your hands on his chest, running them up and down as he watches you with curious eyes. You smile, wiggling on his lap before leaning down to capture his lips with yours, grunting when his hand grips your hair, tongue twining with yours as he quickly deepens the kiss. Lust burns in your veins, hips moving of their own accord.
Jungkook is panting, his hands full of your ass. You whimper in his hold, kissing him harsher, as your body rocks with his. Your hand slips between your bodies, wrapping around his throbbing cock. He groans, his eyes squeezed shut as he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip to muffle a whiny moan of your name. It’s fruitless, hearing him so wanton burns a fire deep within you, craving to hear more of those dulcet cries.
A flame burns deep inside Jungkook, fueled by the dulcet sounds of your desires as you tug his lace bottoms off. His cock is hard, thick, and drooling pre-cum when it’s finally released. Your hand wraps around it easily, mouth-watering at the sight of it. Jungkook grunts, eyes shut as you flick your wrist, your thumb collecting pre-cum to swirl around the head.
“Fuck,” Jungkook huffs, biting his lower lip as he meets your gaze. “Sit on his face.”
“What?” You question, shocked by his command. Jungkook rolls his eyes, smacking your thigh before giving it a light pinch. “Sit on my face.”
Jungkook’s hands pull on the waistband of your bottoms, quickly tugging them down your thighs, allowing you to kick them off while he leans back onto his heels. He gives you a moment to untangle them from your ankles before he’s settling on the bed on his back, raising a dark brow expectantly.
Gulping, you nod as you climb over him, only to have him turn you so your back is facing him. You bite back a noise of surprise, cheeks flushing with heat and mild embarrassment of him being so up close and personal with your lower region.
Jungkook senses your hesitation, his hands coming to stroke your back soothingly. “We can stop if you want to, little mouse. We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
You soften at his words, knowing he truly means them and it gives you a small burst of confidence to lower yourself on him, gasping when he pulls you lower and his lips brush your thighs.
Slowly, Jungkook gives your folds a tantalizing lick. You bite back a moan, trying to focus your attention on his cock. Your hand wraps around him, mind muddled with lust as Jungkook dives in, lewdly sucking and slurping at your arousal, spreading you open further with his tattooed fingers.
He’s so lost in the taste of you, he’s taken by surprise when your tongue flicks over his mushroomed tip. Encouraged by his melodious moan, your lips wrap around him, sinking on his cock as your jaw relaxes.
You do your best to keep your rhythm but Jungkook’s tongue is too much for you. He knows exactly how to pleasure you, to make you a quivering, crying mess as you do try your hardest to suck his cock. It’s useless, you slobber all over him, messily trying to salvage this blowjob, but when his lips wrap around your clit and his fingers push inside you, curling just right, it’s over.
Garbled cries of Jungkook’s name are muffled by his cock hitting the back of your throat before you’re pulling off him. You inhale profoundly, your throat aching slightly as you sit up. Your boyfriend groans, gripping your soft thighs tightly in his hands as eats you out with a vengeance. You’re soaking wet, his skin sticky with your wetness but he craves more of it.
“Jungkook,” you whimper, hand reaching back to grab a handful of his thick hair, riding his face as your orgasm builds at an alarming rate. Jungkook senses your impatience, his tongue moving faster, his fingers adding pressure to your clit as you try not to suffocate him, but your head lolls back and pleasure consumes every bit of you as you’re slammed headfirst into a mind-boggling orgasm.
Jungkook moans, drinking you in as he tries to swallow every last bit of your cum. His dick throbs, yearning to be stuffed inside you until you’re a writhing, sobbing mess for him. The thought alone is almost enough for him to cum unprovoked.
With legs trembling like a leaf, you pull yourself off your boyfriend, who looks like he’s just been doused in honey. You smile sheepishly, pressing your lips to his, deepening it when you taste yourself on his lips.
Jungkook loves kissing you, loves the sweet noises you make when he does and he loves the feel of your body in his hands. You’re so soft, so delicate, and it drives him wild. He knows better though, knows it’s all an act in bed because you’re headstrong, confident, and a force to be reckoned with outside of the bedroom. It is a privilege to see you like this, soft with a dash of submissiveness in bed.
However, he knows all your little tricks, knows when your bratty streak is about to surface, so he shuts it down before it can flourish, knowing it’d drive you mad with lust.
You find it hard to keep your hands to yourself, reaching for him, but a stern look from him and a raised brow makes you lay back on the bed.
A smirk appears on his lips, his lust-filled eyes settling on yours. “Such a good little mouse, aren’t you? So obedient.”
You whine, yearning to get your hands on him. To feel his skin beneath your fingertips, dig your nails into his back as you writhe beneath him.
“Please,” you beg.
Jungkook takes pity on you, his hand cupping your face. His lips brush yours, hands moving to pin your wrists above your head as he trails kisses from your lips, down your jaw, to your neck, and ending between your breasts.
His firm hold on you made you mewl, earning a chuckle from your boyfriend as he planted a kiss on your side. His eyes are hooded when they meet yours, his fingers dancing across from one hip to the other as he settles onto his knees.
Jungkook’s hands grip your hips, thumbs pressing into the softness of them, his gaze making you pulse. Heat bubbles in your abdomen, feeling a new wave of arousal consume you as you reach out for his inky locks. With a smirk, Jungkook nips your wrist, shaking his head before he’s flipping you onto your stomach. A startled scream escapes you, muffled by the pillow underneath you.
“Oops,” Jungkook apologizes, his large hand lying flat on your lower back. He bites his bottom lip, breath stuttered as he takes in the curves of your gorgeous body. How lucky he was to have you all to himself. His cock throbs, his heart skips a beat, and his hands greedily grab your hips to pull you onto your knees.
You’re dripping wet, glistening for him. His chest swells with pride, knowing he’d been the one to get you so aroused, so fucking wet.  
“Kook,” you whine, looking at him from over your shoulder. Your lashes flutter, wiggling your hips to capture his attention. Jungkook chuckles, his hand caressing your thigh, dipping in between to tease you.
“I haven’t forgotten about you, little mouse. So pretty and wet for me… how could I forget about my baby?” Jungkook raises a brow, his finger pushing past your entrance. You sigh, feeling a second finger push in to join the first.
One hand wraps around his cock, stroking himself to the rhythm of his fingers ducking into your wet heat. He curses, shaking his hair out of his eyes for a better view of you sucking his fingers in greedily. He can’t wait to bury his cock inside you, stretch you and fill you to the hilt. To feel your velvet soft walls wrap around him, tighten around his cock to hold him in as he pistons in and out of you.
“Please?” you gasp as his thumb rubs your clit, taking note of how your thighs tremble as you do your best to meet his eyes, mirroring your lust-drunk ones.
Who is he to say no when you’re asking so prettily? Jungkook swallows thickly, using his tattooed arm to wipe the sheen of sweat off his forehead. His tongue swipes along his lower lip, his eyes roaming over every inch of your body as his hands caress every bit of your body.
A sharp slap across your ass has you grunting, a surprised cry escaping you. You’re not shocked to see Jungkook mesmerized by the way it jiggles after. It comes as no surprise to you that your sweet tattooed boyfriend is an ass man. His small smile and glittering eyes make you melt… until he smacks your ass once again.
“Fuck,” his tongue peeks between his pretty pink lips as he admires your body, drinking you in. He loves the way your skin heats beneath his palms when he rubs you, hoping to relieve the stinging. You moan wantonly, begging him for more. He chuckles, “anything for you, little mouse.”
Jungkook’s hand comes down on you once again and his name rolls off your tongue in a sinful cry that has his cock throbbing. Curses spill from his lips, groaning as he spreads you open, his fingertips ghosting over your folds.
“I need you,” he states, leaning over you to press a kiss on your shoulder. You lean into his touch, arching further to tempt him. A sigh leaves you as you feel his cock press against you, coating the head in your arousal, teasingly circling your entrance before pushing in.
“Fuck yes, Jungkook!”
“Little mouse,” Jungkook breathed, grunting as the head of his cock pushed past the initial resistance. “Fuck, baby.” His eyes nearly roll to the back of his head. Breath stuttered as he grips your hips tightly in his big hands.
“Kook,” you whine, causing him to loosen his hold a tiny bit. Slowly, he pushes in and out of you, listening attentively to every cry that escapes your lips. When those breathy sighs turn into moans and pleas for more, he picks up his pace. His hands roam over your body, gripping and squeezing every bit he can.
It’s not long until the obscene sounds of your coupling fill the bedroom. The room has grown several degrees hotter, your body beading with sweat as you meet each of your boyfriend’s earth-shattering thrusts. His hand glides up your back, easily reaching forward to wrap around your throat to pull you up.
Jungkook’s lips find yours easily, kissing you deeply. His hips grind against your ass, fingers squeezing the sides of your throat. He watches as your eyes roll back, pushing your ass into him, lips parting to moan his name. Swallowing thickly, Jungkook slowly releases you. Owlishly, you blink as the slight fogginess clears. His fingers brush your hair aside, exposing your neck to his lips as he leans forward to kiss and nip the column of your throat until he’s leaving his mark in the sensitive spot where your neck meets your shoulder.
With great ease, Jungkook maneuvers you onto your back. It happens so quickly; you don’t even realize he’s manhandled you onto your bed until you’re staring up at him with your wide eyes. Jungkook smirks, chuckling when you reach out for him, fingers lacing in his hair as you tug him toward your for a kiss.
It’s messy. Your teeth bite his lower lip, sucking it before releasing it. A deep guttural grunt leaves Jungkook, eyes filled with lust and a hunger for you that he plans to satiate with your body. He hovers over you, overwhelming you with his broad body. Even sweating, he’s gorgeous as fuck and when he sticks his tongue out you open your mouth. His pierced brow raises in question for a moment, confused. It takes a few seconds for him to realize what you’re silently asking for as he grips your thighs, spreading you open for him.
“Open up for me, baby,” he demands. You open wider, gasping when he spits in your mouth and you immediately swallow. “Filthy little mouse.”
You bite your lip, “you love it.”
Jungkook can’t deny it, because he does. So, so much.
“I do.”
Smiling, you welcome him back into you, your legs wrapped around his hips securely. He grunts, eyes widening in surprise as he catches himself before he has a chance to fall on you. Your giggles make him smile, shaking his head. “Careful, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.”
You say nothing as you kiss him, gasping when he pushes in deeper. Your nails dig into his back, leaving pink trails down his back. Your eyes flutter shut, body heated, fueled with lust as you lose yourself in Jungkook. Everything feels too hot , too much , and yet not enough.
Jungkook’s fingers easily lace with yours, pinning your hands on either side of your head as he finds his rhythm and fucks you steadily. His lips find their home on the column of your throat, his cries muffled as your nails leave crescent moons on his muscular back. Your thighs tremble, wrapped around his hips, as you raise them to meet each of his thrusts.
Pleasure overwhelms every cell in your body, fire running through your veins as you beg your boyfriend to fuck you harder. You’re so close to your orgasm, you can almost taste it, almost feel it.
“Jungkook! Please, baby. I’m s-so close,” you stutter as you plead with him to get you there, needing to cum while he’s buried balls deep. You’re already pulsing, your pussy ready to cream his cock. Your fingers tug on his black locks, holding him to you as you arch into his body.
“Fuck,” Jungkook curses into your skin, muffled as he feels you tighten around him. You’re writhing beneath him, your words becoming intelligible babble as you feel your orgasm hit you hard and fast.
“Jungkook. Jungkook. Jungkook.” His name is the only word left in your vocabulary as you hold him close, sobbing into his shoulder as he fucks you through it, promising he’ll get you through it as you cling to him. You kiss him deeply. Jungkook easily swallows all your muffled moans and groans, your quivering body falling apart as he continues to fuck you through one orgasm and straight into another.
“I can’t,” you breathe, body shaking. Your thighs fall uselessly at your side. Jungkook presses a kiss to your chest. “Cum on my face.”
Jungkook’s eyes double in size. “What?”
“Cum on my face, please?” you ask bashfully.
Jungkook nods, carefully pulling out of you. He’d been so close, cock throbbing in his hand as he positioned himself beside you, but you shake your head, patting your chest. With slight hesitation, Jungkook straddles your ribcage, careful not to place too much of his weight on you as you press your tits together, spitting on them to help him glide between them.
Your tongue sticks out, licking at his cock with every thrust. Jungkook’s head lolls back, his thighs quivering. He’s so close.
His tongue peeks between his lips, eyes closed as he fucks your tits. You sit up slightly, watching him with hungry eyes as he tugs his bottom lip between his teeth, exposing the cute mole beneath his lip. Grunts escape him, his voice shaky as he utters through his heavy pants; warning you he’s close.
“Fuck,” he groans deeply, his heated gaze meeting yours. His hand cups your cheek, smiling when you lean into his touch. With a hum, he brushes his thumb along your bottom lip. “Open.”
You do so without a second thought, your lashes fluttering as you close your eyes. Jungkook’s moans grew louder, his devilish grunts making you thrum with excitement and a tiny burst of arousal.
“So good for me, little mouse,” Jungkook states, grunting as he strokes his cock at a hastened pace. He groans and curses, his eyes focused on your lips as he moans your name when he finally cums. You flinch at the first spurt that hits you out of surprise, but open your mouth wider in hopes of getting some on your tongue.
Jungkook aims for your mouth after painting your cheeks and chin, nearly whimpering when you take his cock in your mouth, licking and sucking every drop out of him. His muscular thighs tremble at your sides, his hands weaved in your hair as he catches his breath for a moment before he’s using the last of his energy to climb off you and fall onto the bed next to you.
It’s silent for a second, you focus on the rise and fall of your chest as Jungkook’s hand laces with yours. He’s panting, pushing back his hair with his other hand before he’s rolling onto his side, weight secured by his elbow, to look at you.
Cum stains your cheeks, lips, and chin. He chuckles, nuzzling his face into your neck as his cheeks flush pink.
“I made a mess,” he whispers, a smile clear in his tone.
“You did,” you agree, your fingers caressing his back, hoping the marks you’ve left on his skin don’t ache.
Jungkook plants a kiss on your forehead, moving to sit up. With curious eyes, you follow his movements, smiling when his fingertips collect his cum. You’re not surprised when they press against your lips, mouth opening to welcome him in as your tongue wraps around his fingers, licking them clean. Jungkook repeats the process until all traces of his seed are gone from your pretty face.
“What have we learned from this?” You ask teasingly, looking at the lace pajamas that lay strewn on your bedroom floor. Jungkook follows your line of sight, smirking as he caresses your face with a delicate touch that has butterflies fluttering in your belly.
As Jungkook leans in to capture your lips with his, he stops a mere hairbreadth away, whispering, “Lace is lethal.”
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gukyi · 7 months ago
the art of the rom-com | jjk
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summary: FILM395, the art of the rom-com, was supposed to be an easy a with one of your favorite professors, but it’s not. it’s actually a sisyphean torture that comes in the form of fellow film student jeon jungkook, who has no problem responding to every one of your discussion posts about the consumerist ideals underlying every romance movie with his own paragraphs on the beauty of love like the hopeless romantic he is. and when the two of you find yourselves partnered up for your final project, which is to create a short film on rom-coms, jungkook decides to take it upon himself to show you what love is really like.
{enemies to lovers!au, college!au}
pairing: film major!jungkook x film major!reader (female) genre: fluff, comedy, slight angst, this is literally a rom-com in fic form word count: 33k warnings: college alcohol consumption, discussion board posts, emotionally constipated characters, film major shenanigans, blonde jungkook who’s also in a hip hop dance troupe, miscommunication, if you hate rom-coms do not read this fic
a/n: i am so so so excited to share this monster of a jungkook fic (tho let’s be real, 30k is pretty standard for me now ;-;) with you all! this is basically rom-com trash, but it’s my rom-com trash, and i hope you all enjoy!
on a sadder, less exciting note: after this fic i will be taking an extended writing hiatus until at least the beginning of may. my semester is picking up and i unfortunately just don’t currently have any upcoming fics planned for you guys. i hope you understand!! maybe i’ll do a couple of ask games here and there to see if anything piques my interest, but other than that please do not expect major works of writing for a while. love you all!
500 Days of Summer is a movie you all have probably seen before. That being said, I encourage you to respond to this discussion board from a film perspective as opposed to a viewer’s perspective. How did 500 Days of Summer alter the classic narrative of boy-meets-girl? Do you think it was a smart move, on the parts of Webb, Neustadter, and Weber, to do so? Why or why not?
Jeon Jungkook on February 12th at 9:53PM
I thought that the change in the boy-meets-girl narrative that had been popularized by rom-coms of the 1990s definitely contributed to his popularity and its attractiveness towards viewers in general. The film makes it clear that the story does not have a so-called happy ending, but despite that, it still brings into discussion the idea of love and soulmates and true connection. And that’s important, because despite the film’s not-so-happy ending, it makes it a point to emphasize that those things are real. That love is real. I thought it was an excellent move on the parts of the writers and director, because they both broke standards in terms of happy endings in rom-coms and they stayed true to the message at hand. 
Y/N Y/L/N on February 12th at 10:29PM
I have to disagree with Jungkook. It’s obvious the movie is not going to have a happy ending because Tom is so obsessed with the version of Summer he has created in his head that he doesn’t even see who the real girl is anymore. It doesn’t have a happy ending not because they weren’t soulmates, or because their love wasn’t right. They break up because what Tom wants and what Summer wants are fundamentally different, and Tom just can’t accept the fact that Summer doesn’t love him the way he wants her to. In a desperate quest to keep her, though, he manifests this version of her and replaces the actual Summer with it, ultimately destroying their relationship. How could viewers ever have faith that Tom would eventually get his happy ending if the only proof of his commitment to relationships they have is him manufacturing a different girl to fall in love with?
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When you walk into class, Jeon Jungkook is already there. 
He sits in the front row, the seat closest to the door in your puny little classroom, much too small for twenty-students to fit comfortably, let alone watch movies on the pull-down projector screen above the chalkboard. You’re convinced he’s chosen that seat just so he can grin at you whenever you walk in the room, always later than him because apparently, he has nothing better to do with his time than show up to class early and smirk at you when you arrive. 
As you shuffle past his seat towards your own—second row, middle of the room, centered with the lecturer’s podium—with your usual scowl drawn neatly across your face, Jungkook says, overly bright and cheery, “Good morning, Y/N.”
The sound of his voice alone is enough to make your nose scrunch up in further disgust. “Shut up,” you grumble back, stuffing yourself into your chair and pulling out your laptop. One row in front of you and five seats to the right, you see Jungkook chuckle. 
Glowering, you open up your Notes document for the class and try to avoid staring at Jungkook’s side profile, the way he’s slouching lazily in his seat, and what looks to be a lengthy paragraph on his computer screen, a task that proves to be particularly difficult because he happens to sit in the exact spot you have to look in order to see your professor enter the room. What the hell is he even writing, anyway?
He straightens up the moment she does, cheerful as always as she smiles at everyone. “Good morning, everyone.”
The lot of you respond with halfhearted smiles and waves. 
“I can just feel the enthusiasm radiating throughout the room,” she jokes, clenching her fists together in success. At least that gets a couple of you to laugh. “Which is great, because before we get to anything today, we’re gonna talk about the final project.”
You smile to yourself, immediately pulling up the copy of the syllabus you had downloaded to your desktop, scrolling right down to where she had outlined information about the final project in big, bolded letters. There are a lot of reasons you’ve taken this class, not the least of which is the fact that you have had Professor Pollack three times prior to this and she’s loved you in every class, but the final project was definitely one of the major selling points. 
Pollack pulls up a more detailed final project document on the projector as she steps out from behind the podium. “As you guys know, your final project is a thirty-to-forty minute short film involving rom-coms. You guys have a lot of freedom, it can be a rom-com, it could be a documentary about rom-coms, anything. It just needs to involve the topic of rom-coms somehow. I know a lot of you have actor friends who would be more than happy to have a star-crossed lovers fling or whatever. Go wild. Just keep it PG-13, because I can’t in good faith have nude bodies of your fellow college students on my screen.”
You snort to yourself. Makes you wonder how many times Pollack has seen sex scenes of college students on her screen before. Too many, probably. 
Unintentionally, your eyes drift over to Jungkook. He seems to be working on that hefty paragraph of his, typing something you assume is completely unrelated to the topic at hand and is further proof that Jungkook just doesn’t give a shit about anything involving this class. Whatever. You turn back to Pollack. 
“Good projects not only capture the essence of what a rom-com is, but also put their own twist on the story and bring into question the topics we discuss in class, like truthfulness, realistic portrayals of love, and viewer interpretation,” she continues, and with every word you feel heart beat faster in excitement. “I know you’re all excellent filmmakers. That’s why you’ve taken this class. But what I want you to do is get into the nitty-gritty of the makeup of a rom-com and distill it as much as possible. We’ll be watching them all in class during the last week. Yes, Celia?”
You all turn to look at Celia, who sits in the third row, second seat from the left. “This is a partner project, right?” 
Well. That’s the one downside. As much as you know that cooperation is an important life skill, you would much rather prefer to produce the entire movie yourself. But you love Pollack and you already know you’re on track to get a good grade in this class, so whatever. You’ll deal. 
As long as you can pick your teammate. 
“Yes,” Pollack affirms, “and with that excellent segue, I will now announce your partners.”
Pollack pulls out a folded piece of paper from her back pocket, like she had just come up with the arrangements on the morning train ride to campus, and begins reading. Slowly, as she ticks off names one by one, everyone begins to turn around, locking eyes with their partners and exchanging guess-it’s-us-two-huh? smiles. Everyone except—
“And lastly, Jungkook and Y/N.”
You freeze in place. You look up at your professor, eyes wide and shocked, because nobody knows better than her how much the two of you have been butting heads this entire semester. But when you meet her eyes and she smiles knowingly, shrugging her shoulders, you know you’re doomed. Hesitantly, almost like you’re scared to find out what happens when you do, you shift your gaze towards where Jungkook sits in the front right corner of the room. Only he’s not just sitting. He’s turned a full one hundred-and-eighty degrees just so he can smirk at you from across the room, a glint in his eye. 
Jungkook laughs at your cold-stone, shellshocked reaction. Like he knows how much you’ll hate this, and you know how much he’ll enjoy it. 
From here, you actually have a pretty good view of his laptop screen, brightness turned all the way up because he apparently doesn’t care who reads his screen. Or maybe he just likes showing off how much he writes so he can establish dominance over everyone else. Except you, of course. But when you look a little closer, you notice he’s got the class discussion board for the week up on his Chrome window, two paragraphs typed into the text box. 
Right above is your response to his comment. 
Is that what he was working on? His reply to your reply? Right now? He has the audacity to draft it right here, in front of you, where he knows you can see? He doesn’t even care that you’re blatantly staring at it. In fact, he actually seems to be relishing in it.
You’re so caught off guard by the contents of his computer screen that when you look back up at him on instinct, you catch a wink in your direction. 
Your fists tighten by your side. 
Class is rather uneventful after the whole partner fiasco, as Pollack transitions into your usual dose of a short lecture on the film and then a class discussion that goes absolutely nowhere because everyone is too concerned with the final project to care. Whatever you talk about, you will be hard pressed to know, because you spend the entire rest of the period scowling at the blank page of your Notes document as you try to formulate a way to convince Pollack to change your partner. Would she accept a dozen doughnuts as a bribe? A box is only ten dollars from Dunkin’.
When Pollack finally shuts her laptop screen and begins her weekly goodbye spiel, you are the first one out of the room. Hastily, you stuff your laptop into your bag, zip it up as best as you can (which means that the tops of your water bottle and umbrella are sticking out, but who cares), and shuffle out the room right as Pollack is bidding you all farewell, just so you don’t have to look at Jungkook’s stupid, smug little grin on the way out. 
Faintly, you remember Pollack saying something about getting your partner’s contact information so you can start working, but fuck that. Jungkook knows your name. He can find you. If you must spend the entire semester communicating through Instagram DMs, then so be it. You’ve communicated with men in worse ways. Like through LinkedIn.
There’s a small seating area half a flight down from where your puny little classroom is, a few tables and a bench that wraps around the wall, posters splayed out on the corkboard to the right, staples littering both the board and the floor it rests above. Nobody ever seems to use this, despite the innumerable posters advertising everything from dance troupe shows to financial literacy talks, which makes it the perfect place for you to brood and gather your thoughts. It’s also in the direct opposite direction of the exit. So that’s good.
Taking your anger out on your personal belongings (as opposed to that bitchass smirk on Jungkook’s face), you begin to shove your umbrella and water bottle into the pocket of your backpack, fighting to nestle them amongst your other worldly possessions, like your pencil case and what looks to be a small nest of receipts at the bottom of the back. No wonder it’s so clogged up down there. 
If anything gives you a sense of control, it’s cleaning. One by one, you pluck out the receipts from your bag, nose scrunching up as you try to remember every purchase you’ve made in the past three months. Plus, one of these receipts is from when you bought some dryer sheets from CVS, so that means the five inches of actual information are also accompanied by three feet of coupons that expired two weeks ago. Ugh, what a waste. 
“Don’t look so angry, you’ll have to get used to seeing this face a lot.”
You look up from where you’ve been inspecting an old receipt from a midnight McDonald’s trip to find Jungkook standing in front of you, backpack hanging loosely on his bomber jacket-clad shoulder and that same stupid grin written all over his same stupid face. 
“Can I help you?” You drawl. Great. Now Jungkook can add “saw all her receipts” to the list of embarrassing things he’s caught you doing. 
“Can I help you?” Jungkook fires back with a scoff, blonde hair bouncing as he jerks his head flippantly. “Looks like someone needs to take an Accounting class or something.”
“I’m just doing some spring cleaning,” you sneer. It’s February. “What do you want?”
“What, no ‘Hello, partner’? ‘So excited to be working with you this semester’? I’m hurt,” Jungkook says, placing a hand to his heart as he shakes his head disapprovingly. “I thought we had something good, Y/N. Isn’t that why Pollack paired us up?”
You’re pretty sure she just likes watching the world burn. 
“Don’t flatter yourself,” you chide, knowing that Jungkook already must get enough of a kick out of just seeing the annoyed look on your face. 
“Please, like I even need to. You think I don’t notice the way you stare at me during class? I know you must like what you see,” Jungkook flirts, just to be extra irritating. 
While he’s stroking his own ego, you tear off a piece of that CVS receipt, one of the expired coupons for Three Dollars Off Any Shampoo or Conditioner, and scribble your number on the back. The rest of the receipts you scoop up and dump in the trash can to your right before you zip up your backpack and hike it over your shoulder. 
“Here,” you say gruffly, shoving the paper against his chest as you head towards the stairwell. 
“How forward of you, Y/N, you know you could have just asked—”
Pausing right before you turn the corner and head out the door, you turn back to look at Jungkook, already exhausted from having to interact with him for five minutes. “And when you’re done jerking yourself off,” you say pointedly, “text me.”
You storm out the door.
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[February 13th, 1:24PM]
Unknown Number: guess who ;)
You: Wow I have NO idea You: Keanu Reeves?
Unknown Number: haha very funny Unknown Number: it’s jungkook
You: Damn shame You: You done jerking off yet
Maybe: Jungkook: what makes you think i’m not doing that right now ;)))
You: You don’t have the coordination to text me and masturbate at the same time You: What do you want
Jungkook: ouch, harsh Jungkook: can’t i just want to talk to my final project partner? :D
[February 13th, 2:17PM]
Jungkook: alright fine Jungkook: just wanna see when you wanna meet up
You: Guess I don’t have a choice do I
Jungkook: unless you wanna facetime
You: Is that an option?
Jungkook: how about friday at 3 Jungkook: in one of the greene gsrs
You: You think you can manage to reserve one of those?
Jungkook: watch me
[February 13th, 2:21PM]
Jungkook: [screenshot sent] Jungkook: done
You: Do you want a gold star for all that hard work you just did? All that manual labor? You: Fine. See you then.
Jungkook: miss you already <3
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Y/N Y/L/N on February 12th at 10:29PM
I have to disagree with Jungkook. It’s obvious the movie is not going to have a happy ending because Tom is so obsessed with the version of Summer he has created in his head that he doesn’t even see who the real girl is anymore. It doesn’t have a happy ending not because they weren’t soulmates, or because their love wasn’t right. They break up because what Tom wants and what Summer wants are fundamentally different, and Tom just can’t accept the fact that Summer doesn’t love him the way he wants her to. In a desperate quest to keep her, though, he manifests this version of her and replaces the actual Summer with it, ultimately destroying their relationship. How could viewers ever have faith that Tom would eventually get his happy ending if the only proof of his commitment to relationships they have is him manufacturing a different girl to fall in love with?
Jeon Jungkook on February 13th at 7:35PM.
You make a good point, Y/N, but I think you missed the whole point of the movie. It’s not about their breakup or the not-so-happy ending or even Tom’s problems. It’s about the journey they go on and what Tom learns in the process. If you watch the trailer then you’d go into the movie knowing they weren’t gonna last. The results of whatever Tom and Summer do to contribute to their eventual breakup should not come as a surprise to the viewer. The whole point of the movie is that they spent five hundred days together and Tom is now recounting those days to anyone who will watch. And you know who’s watching? People who want to hear a story. About love. And loss. And everything in between. Isn’t that the whole reason we watch romance movies anyway?
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Sometimes, you wonder if the garishness of Professor Pollack’s shoebox-sized office is the reason not very many students attend her office hours. The walls are lined with movie posters taken from a theater going out of business, the shelves stuffed to the brim with Disney World trinkets and old film memorabilia. She’s installed these thick red velvet curtains along her single window, making the whole room look like some sort of 1950s movie lair. 
In a way, you suppose it kind of is. 
You hear the taps of her Converse shoes as they come down the hallway and round the corner into the office.
“You know, Y/N, I was surprised to see you signed up for my office hours when I logged in this morning,” Pollack says as she enters the room, handing you the coffee in her right hand as she takes a sip out of the one from her left. Last year, the film department bought a Breville coffee maker with the leftover funds from a movie showing fundraiser and it is, in your humble opinion, the best investment the department has ever made.
“Why? I see you all the time,” you ask, eyebrows raised. You and Professor Pollack are not lacking in social connection. She’s written you a letter of recommendation and she knows your coffee order. 
“The very first time we ever spoke outside of class, you sat down at my Starbucks table while I was eating lunch just so you could introduce yourself and ask me about my opinion on the Mamma Mia remake,” she deadpans. “We don’t exactly speak through official forums.”
Well, she’s got you there. 
“I know…” you begin, trailing off awkwardly as you take a sip of your coffee. It’s burning hot and scalds your tongue a little, but it’s nice. It’s been cold recently. “But I just thought we could talk… privately.”
Pollack rolls her eyes as she reclines in her chair, back hitting the padding of the chair with a thud. “Goodness, I wonder what you’re here to talk to me about.”
“Okay, please pardon my French, but what the freak, Professor?” You say, because the words have been sitting hot on your tongue ever since you walked into your office and you didn’t think sending an email that looked like:
To: From: y/ Subject: what the freak
Dear Professor Pollack,
What the freak?????????
Cheers, Y/N
would be very professional on your part. 
Pollack lets out this honk of a laugh, loud and sudden, shaking her head fondly. “Come on, Y/N. You must have known I would have partnered the two of you up.”
“I was hoping you’d let us choose?” You emphasize. 
“And miss out on what very well may be one of the best final projects of the class, produced by my two best students of the semester? Absolutely not,” she says, smiling knowingly at you. 
Even her sudden reveal that you happen to be one her best students this semester isn’t enough to soothe your worries and calm your anger. You’re honored, but you have bigger problems. Problems that start with ‘Jeon’ and end with ‘Jungkook’. 
Pollack looks at your beaten-down expression and leans forward, placing her coffee cup on the wooden desk in front of her. “Listen, Y/N. You’re an excellent student and one of the most talented filmmakers I’ve seen in a long time. Your discussion posts are detailed, well-written, and thought-provoking. I know that the two of you will make a great project.”
You scoff. “We can’t agree on a single thing.”
“Sometimes that happens in life, and you just have to deal with it,” Pollack says sagely. 
“So I can’t change partners?”
“Not unless you’d like to fail the final,” Pollack comments, shrugging. How rude of her to say such a thing, not taking the option to change partners off the table entirely but making it so that if you do, you’ll pretty much be shooting yourself in the foot. Or worse. 
You narrow your eyes at her. “That’s low.”
“That’s life,” she corrects. 
“Ugh.” You get up out of your seat, taking angry sips of your coffee as you desperately try to think of another way to get out of it. Are doughnuts still an option?
“I have full faith that the both of you will come up with an excellent project,” Pollack says like it’s some sort of consolation as she walks you to the door to her office. Yeah, right. You and Jungkook spend your free time making snide responses to each other’s discussion posts like it’s nobody’s business. You’re probably the only two people at your entire university that care enough to make replies to each other’s replies. Like Tinder from hell. “You shouldn’t be worried, Y/N.”
“I’m not worried,” you say, completely worried. “I just—I don’t know how Jungkook and I will get along.”
Pollack grins to herself. Does she know something you don’t? Is she up to something? She looks at you as you linger in the doorway, feeling utterly helpless after a meeting that accomplished absolutely nothing, and she smiles. 
“You’ll find a way.” 
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Reserving a group study room in the Greene Library and Collection should not be some gymnastics act that involves a warm-up, practice, a routine, and song and dance. In theory, all you have to do is log onto the library’s homepage, navigate to the reservations tab, enter your name and ID number, pick a date and time, and profit. 
Of course, the demand for the study rooms does tend to outweigh the supply. There are over ten thousand students at your university. And only twenty rooms. 
And still, you have the unfortunate luck of being stuck in one of them for an hour and a half with none other than Jeon Jungkook. 
You see him coming into the library at 3PM sharp through the opposite entrance, a little surprised he didn’t show up ten minutes early like he does in class, just so he would have an excuse to complain about having to wait for you. Feeling a little threatened, you pick up the pace so that you can meet his lengthy stride, keeping an eye on his direction so you know which room he’s aiming for.
You arrive at Greene GSR #18 at the exact same time.
“So nice to see you,” Jungkook says, too cheerful, as you reach out to open the door. 
“Mmm,” you mumble in response as you enter the room, flinging your backpack onto the floor by your chair with a thud as you take a seat. The faster you start, the faster you can get this over with.
Jungkook, not at all outwardly discouraged by your clear disdain for him, rallies on happily. “So, what were you thinking for the project?” But he doesn’t even let you open your mouth to answer before he says, “Oh, wait, let me guess: a social commentary on the consumerist ideals that underline every modern movie and encourage the pursuit of an empty dream by abandoning concrete career and personal goals in favor of romantic fulfillment.”
You scowl at him, even though that’s exactly what you were thinking of doing. You’re almost positive Pollack’s had enough of seeing college students try to engineer the craziest fake dating scenarios they can imagine just for a class project. Why not do something outside of the box? 
“Well, then what do you want to do?” You challenge, already bristling. Like Jungkook has a better idea. 
“Maybe something that doesn’t scream ‘killjoy’ as much as you do,” Jungkook retorts easily. He opens his mouth to spit out something else but then rolls his eyes and shrugs, shaking his head. “Forget it. I shouldn’t have even asked.”
“Don’t pin this on me,” you immediately rebuke, pointing at him. “You’re the one who wants to make some sort of generic rom-com for our final project. Besides, I’m pretty sure every idea you even think of will have been done already.”
“Just because something is cliche doesn’t make it bad,” Jungkook says. “I swear, I don’t think you understand what the word cliche even means. A cliche thing, by default, is something that lots of people like. Therefore, it is largely well-received by the general public.”
“Oh, then that must mean that all rom-coms are deserving of a People’s Choice Award then, right?”
Jungkook frowns, getting exasperated. You aren’t much farther off. “I don’t know why you’re being so—so resistant! You know that romantic comedies are supposed to be fun, right?” 
“They’re not that fun to me,” you comment snidely. 
“That’s because you’re a stick in the mud who takes everything way too seriously,” Jungkook replies like it’s some sort of known fact. “Have you ever even been in a relationship?”
“That’s none of your business,” you tell him firmly. Who does he think he is, going around asking that sort of thing? Especially to you! Like you could care any less about what Jungkook thinks of your love life. Intrusive, much? “Besides, you asking that is exactly my point. Not everything has to be about finding love and searching for your soulmate or whatever bullshit like that. Some people don’t really care that much.”
“You act like wanting to find love and wanting to be successful are mutually exclusive,” Jungkook points out. “You don’t have to abandon all of your life goals just to find love, you know. It doesn’t have to be the most important thing in your life for you to even care about it a little. It’s natural for people to want love.”
“Then I guess I’m just a robot.”
“You sure are acting like one,” Jungkook comments easily. “What, are you about to ask me to pick out all of the pictures with traffic lights?”
“I’m allowed to have my own views on love, just like you,” you say. Isn’t that the whole point of your discussion boards? A forum where you can discuss these sorts of things through an academic lens? A barrier that keeps the two of you from going at each other’s throats when you’re engaging in the class material? It doesn’t take a genius, or even half of one, to know that you and Jungkook can’t seem to agree on anything in your FILM395 class. 
Jungkook scoffs. “What do you mean, ‘your own views on love’? As far as I’m aware, your view on love is that you don’t have one! What do you even think love really is?”
You frown at him. “Does it matter?”
“Yes,” Jungkook says like it’s obvious. “This project is about filming a short romantic comedy, about people falling in love with each other. How do you expect me to do that if we don’t reach a mutual agreement on what love is?”
You scoff. “There is no way in hell I am going to agree with you on anything concerning love.” Jeon Jungkook still thinks love is all rainbows and sunshine. Cries at the end of Love, Actually even though he’s seen it five times already. Believes in soulmates. Believes there are people out there that were built for each other. He flutters from one person to the next like a butterfly, even though he’s more like a moth drawn to any open flame within a five-mile radius. He’s convinced he’ll find his true love here, in college, just like his parents found each other. 
Yeah, right.
“Then what are we supposed to do, huh?” He says with an eyebrow raised. “We have a month to make a movie that’s fifty percent of our grade.”
“The social commentary is still on the table,” you point out. Sure, it’s not at all a romantic comedy, but it’s about them, which Pollack said was totally fine. Besides, she has been teaching you the entire semester, hasn’t she? She should know by now not to expect some cushy lovey-dovey story about two people who were destined to be with each other and can overcome all obstacles with their love. 
Deep down, a part of you wonders if that’s why she paired you up with Jungkook. If she’s had enough of the sappy love stories that Jungkook probably wanted to do, didn’t want to see another cynical commentary on capitalism in Hollywood.
“Wow, what a thrilling idea,” Jungkook deadpans. “Please, tell me more.” His voice is lifeless. 
“Oh, shut up. It’s not like your idea would be any better. Who would we even get to star in a rom-com we filmed? It’s not like the two of us could do it.”
You regret the words the instant they come out of your mouth. In horror, you watch as they sink into Jungkook’s brain, etching themselves into his mind as a lightbulb turns on, a bright idea popping into his thoughts. 
He opens his mouth, but you get there first. “No. Whatever you’re thinking, absolutely not. I am not starring in a rom-com with you.”
That is something you can say with one-hundred percent confidence. Something that you know will never change. 
“Just hear me out,” Jungkook pleads, looking a little desperate as he wrings his hands together, aching to spill the bubbling plan that’s been stewing in his head. 
You narrow your eyes in suspicion but lean back into your chair, a silent signal for him to continue. It’s not as if you have any better idea.s 
“Okay. It’s not a rom-com. It’s a mockumentary,” he says, something that (and you can’t believe you’re saying this) actually piques your interest. Moreso than anything else he’s ever said to you. “You think love is totally manufactured, right? That Hollywood creates the illusion of it to sell to people paying twenty dollars for a movie ticket?”
“Then let’s do that. Let’s prove it’s manufactured.”
“And how do you plan on doing that?” It’s not like you can walk into a factory and ask them to make the “love” emotion for you. 
“We’ll be the stars.”
He says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Like it’s your best idea by a long shot, the home run of all home runs, your golden ticket to an A.
You scrunch up your nose, hesitant. “Wait, I don’t know—”
“It’s perfect!” Jungkook exclaims, eyes wide with excitement. “Think about it. It’ll be a mockumentary of a stereotypical rom-com. Except it won’t be this big Hollywood production, it’ll be real life. And it won’t be between two paid actors with years of experience under their belt, it’ll be us.” His eyes are practically bulging out of his head, big brown eyes glinting with excitement.
“So what are we gonna do? Act out our own rom-com in an attempt to see if either one of us will fall in love with the other?” You say, an eyebrow raised. 
Jungkook shakes his head. “Not necessarily. It’s a mockumentary, right? So it’s grounded in real life even if it is based upon the stereotypical boy-meets-girl rom-com. It won’t be super scripted or anything. Think of it more like… a chronicle.”
You scoff. “Of what?”
“Of us,” Jungkook says easily. “Of the time we have to spend together to film this damn project anyway. I say that rom-coms are emblematic of the natural human desire for love, and that deep down love is the thing that makes us happy. You say that rom-coms are consumerist propaganda, or whatever it is you think they are—”
“They are, and you can’t change my mind about that,” you interrupt, just for clarity. Can’t have Jungkook thinking he’s going to somehow convince you otherwise.
“—so, with this project, let’s see which one of us is right. If the time we have to spend together, making this mockumentary rom-com, will really change how we feel about each other, or if it won’t.”
How you feel about each other? You almost laugh when Jungkook says it out loud. There’s no room for questioning in your mind when it comes to how you two feel about each other. Two desperate-to-please students with opposite views on the entire structure of a class and three years of experience arguing your points in essays under your belts. 
Jungkook believes in destiny, right? Then he must know that the two of you are destined to never get along.
“You should be a car salesman,” you joke. Jungkook’s certainly excellent at pitches.
“So, you in?”
You narrow your eyes, still a little wary of whatever it is Jungkook’s putting down. But it’s not like you have any better ideas. And the sooner you agree on something, the sooner you can get this goddamn project over with and never have to sit in class with Jeon Jungkook ever again. 
“Only because this’ll finally prove to you that not everything can be solved by finding love,” you say. It’s about as good of a ‘yes’ as he’s going to get out of you. 
Jungkook grins, mischievous as always. There’s certainly something else he’s plotting, you just aren’t sure what. Maybe he’s in cahoots with Pollack. “Or,” he begins, lips curling upwards, “you’ll just fall in love with me.”
You scoff. “Yeah, right.”
“Well, then I guess we’ll just have to see, won’t we?” He holds out his hand, palm facing up as he waits for your response, that devilish glint that you hate twinkling in his eyes. 
As if you’re going to fall in love with Jungkook. For this stupid project? No way. Just because it’s a filmmaking project doesn’t make it any more bearable than your other assignments. It’s a partner project. They are, by their very nature, excruciating. You’ll be surprised if you end this project and you aren’t even more irritated with Jungkook. Does he really think you’ll actually develop some sort of affection for him?
You take his hand on your own, palm pressed against his, and you eye him carefully. Just because Jungkook’s got something up his sleeve doesn’t mean you don’t. Finally, finally, Jungkook will see why love is stupid and manufactured and fake. Why it doesn’t bring people together but instead tears them apart. 
Maybe then he’ll leave you and your discussion posts in peace.
You smile up at him. 
“I guess we will.”
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When Ruby Rhodes is not six feet deep in The Princeton Review’s MCAT test prep book, she can usually be found at the small bakery five blocks west and two blocks north of your little campus, a family-owned place passed down through three generations. It’s her favorite place, and yours, too, because the coffee is delicious and the pastries are even better. 
Plus, hardly anyone from your school ever comes here, which means the wifi speed is eons better than the Starbucks inside the main food court. 
She’s halfway through a tiramisu and a rerun of The Bachelor from two seasons ago when you sit down across from her. 
“Any good?” You ask, pulling out your laptop and squeezing it onto the tiny marble table in between the two of you. 
“The food or the show?” Ruby asks over a mouthful of cake. 
Ruby swallows down the piece sitting on her tongue before responding. “The tiramisu is delicious, and The Bachelor is eh. I’ve seen this episode three times already.”
“Then why are you watching it again?” You ask, laughing. Does Ruby think something different is going to happen?
“Because we’re in between weeks right now and honestly, The Bachelor is kind of dry this season,” Ruby says with a frown. 
“You’ve got some tiramisu on your cheek,” you tell her, pointing to the left side of her face where the bright mascarpone cream sticks out like a sore thumb against her dark skin. 
“It’s just so yummy, I can’t help but stick my whole face in it,” Ruby jokes as she wipes her face with the napkin on her lap. The Bachelor rerun plays on in the background, and you can hear the gasps of the women through Ruby’s discarded headphones. 
You roll your eyes. “Why do you even watch that show still? You know it’s all crap.”
“Just because you think it’s crap doesn’t mean I do,” Ruby insists, playing out an argument the two of you have had plenty of times over the course of your friendship. “Watching it makes me happy. So I do it.”
“But it’s all fake,” you say, frowning in disapproval. “The couples don’t even stay together in the end anyway.”
“It’s a totally pre-constructed show, but it’s not fake in the moment. And I don’t expect the final couple to stay together.” She shrugs nonchalantly. “Believe me, I’ve seen enough Bachelor seasons to know those odds. I just like watching the ride. It’s cute.”
“You say that about everything.”
“That’s because everything is cute,” Ruby says pointedly. “I like seeing the good in people.”
Ruby’s always been the exact opposite of you in terms of worldviews. The embodiment of a real-life fairy. She puts butterfly clips in her hair and buys herself bouquets of daisies and lilies. She sits in cafes with her headphones in and sketches the people she sees outside the window. She’s studying to be a doctor so she can spend the rest of her life helping others. 
And you? 
Well, the Oscars have always been a bit of a long shot. 
The curiosity eating at you, you pose a question to her. “Hypothetically, if there were to exist a mockumentary on rom-coms and love, would you watch it?”
Ruby pauses for a second as she furrows her brows. Then she shrugs and says, “Only if the two leads fell in love at the end. Why?”
“No reason,” you say, looking away. 
There’s no fooling Ruby and her eagle eyes. 
“What is it?” She asks, a grin playing at her lips as she looks at you. “Come on, you don’t just ask me shit like that without a reason.”
“It’s for a final project,” you explain succinctly. No need to go into details. 
“You’re making a rom-com for a final project?” Ruby sounds about as skeptical as you did when you spoke to Jungkook. 
“It’s a mockumentary about rom-coms.”
“But… it’s a rom-com, right? Like, you’re going to be making a rom-com? Where people fall in love?”
Hopefully not. 
“Sort of?”
Ruby squints her eyes, trying to process all the information. You’re not surprised that she has to take a moment to think—you are certainly the last person on earth to ever admit to filming a rom-com. But, as you’ve stated, it’s not a rom-com. It’s a mockumentary about them. That distinction is vital.
“Wait, is this for that class with Pollack?” Ruby asks. “I remember you telling me you were taking it. You said this was a partner project, though, right? So who are you working with?”
Curse Ruby and her knack for remembering things. She’ll make a great doctor, that’s for sure, but right now you wish she would just forget things like everybody else. 
You sigh. “Jungkook.”
Ruby doesn’t need to think twice about who that is. “Wait, seriously? You’re working with him? Isn’t he the guy that responds to all your discussion posts?”
“Yes,” you say, rubbing your temples with your fingertips. You don’t even like thinking about him, let alone saying his name. The fact that he has to occupy any part of your brain at all gives you a headache.
“Damn, that sucks,” Ruby says, not feeling very sorry for you at all. “So you’re filming a rom-com with him?”
“It’s a mockumentary,” you specify, feeling yourself getting irritated. “It is fake.”
“Just like my shows, huh?” Ruby muses to herself, too analytical for her own good. 
“Listen, you don’t need to fall in love to make a mockumentary about it,” you say, refusing to consider any sort of alternative. 
“Don’t you?”
You sneer. “Just shut up and eat your tiramisu.”
Ruby lets out a laugh at that, this wonderful mix between a wheeze and a honk that makes you smile every time you hear it, even if it’s at your own expense. Ruby decides she’s had enough of mentally torturing you with the thought of feeling anything but extreme distaste towards Jungkook and goes back to her show, letting you brood in peace. 
You don’t need to fall in love to make a film about it. Just like you don’t need to be a masterchef to film Gordon Ramsey screaming at someone who undercooked chicken. You’re a filmmaker. You can make a film out of anything. Including love. Even if it is with someone like Jungkook. 
Can’t you?
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Jeon Jungkook may be a disillusioned college student in love with the idea of love itself, but at least he’s not too shabby of a filmmaker. 
Funnily enough, it actually sort of surprises you that you’ve never encountered each other before. Especially considering you’re in the same major program at your school, a program that only accepts about fifty students per year at most. You suppose that in whatever general program classes you had to take in freshman and sophomore year you just never crossed paths. Plus, he’s a filmmaking concentration and you’re doing screenwriting, so it’s very possible that you would have just never spoken had the two of you not registered for the same semester of FILM395.
Huh. Imagine that. A life without him. 
Sort of makes you wish you had put this class off for one more semester. 
As the two of you kickstart your project, you both immediately agree that you need a third person’s help. You and Jungkook can do plenty, but you are only two people. And there’s nothing in the final project guidelines that says you can’t enlist other people to partake in the production. But you don’t need help with the filming and editing. You need help with the interviews. 
“Is this bedsheet good enough?” Kim Taehyung, a senior in the film program, asks as he’s Command-stripping a queen-sized black bedsheet to an empty wall in the living room of his tiny one-bedroom apartment. 
“As long as it fits into the frame,” Jungkook responds from where he’s standing behind the camera, set up on a tripod to capture a specific angle. “You’re not going to be in the shot anyway. You’ll just be asking the questions.”
“Good, because I look really ugly right now,” Taehyung says with a grin. You roll your eyes. Taehyung must know he always looks good. Even you can’t deny him of that. 
“This is ridiculous,” you say, seated on the singular couch in his apartment. You’re leaning on your elbow as you watch Taehyung fiddle with the bedsheet and Jungkook futz with the camera, the two of them repositioning themselves over and over again until everything’s perfect. “What are you even gonna ask us?”
“I came up with some… preliminary questions,” Taehyung says suggestively. “But I haven’t told either of you what they are so that your reactions can be more genuine.”
“Great,” you deadpan. 
“Wow, someone’s excited,” Jungkook comments snidely. 
“I know we agreed on periodic interviews for the sake of the mockumentary but I don’t know why we have to be so… so serious about them,” you say with a frown. 
“We have to promise to be honest with what we say, alright? Like, actually honest. This sets a guideline for the rest of our relationship,” Jungkook says like it’s no big deal. Like the foundation of your relationship isn’t the fact that the two of you have been engaged in discussion-board war ever since the semester began. 
“Our ‘relationship’?” You say with a scoff. 
“Do you promise?” Jungkook says. 
You roll your eyes. “Yes, I promise.” Whatever. “What do you even think is going to happen between us in the next few weeks?”
Jungkook smirks. “Guess we’ll just have to wait and see, won’t we?”
You don’t like the sound of that. 
Over the next ten minutes, Taehyung gets the sheet attached to his wall and pulls over two stools from his kitchen counters, old-timey wooden ones he got from a thrift store for five dollars a pop, one for him and one for the poor soul who has to be interviewed. You’ve agreed to do them separately but Taehyung’s apartment is only so big and you are only three people, which means that whoever isn’t being interviewed still has to be behind the camera, listening to the other person. 
Makes you sort of nervous about whatever’s stewing up inside Jungkook’s mind. Wonder what the hell it is he’s plotting up there. 
Once everything is settled, Taehyung looks at the two of you as he asks who’s going first. 
You turn to Jungkook, who’s already grinning. “Ladies first.”
For someone who has spent their whole life watching and making movies, being in front of the camera feels weirdly uncomfortable to you. You’re so used to being behind it instead, directing others as they move around the frame, telling them how to feel and how to act and what to say, that having the spotlight shone on you is like picking through your thoughts with a fine-toothed comb. 
You adjust awkwardly in the bar stool seat as Jungkook stands behind the camera, twisting the lens until he gives you the thumbs-up. Quite frankly, it doesn’t make you feel any better. 
“You ready?” Taehyung asks as he takes a seat opposite you, just out of frame. 
“Well, we’ve gotta start somewhere, right?”
“That’s the spirit. Alright, Jungkook, start whenever you’re good.”
“Okay,” Jungkook chirps up. “Three, two, one—” He points to the both of you. 
“So, Y/N,” Taehyung begins, his voice suddenly much clearer. He sounds sort of like a news anchor. It’s oddly fitting. “Are you excited to begin the filming for this?”
“I don’t really have a choice, do I?” You muse. 
“That didn’t answer my question,” Taehyung points out. Good thing the camera can’t see the way his eyebrows raise. 
“I suppose that there are worse things I could be doing,” you reason, which is about as good of an answer as Taehyung’s going to get. What was he expecting you to say? That you were thrilled to be filming this not-a-rom-com with your class nemesis? That you couldn’t wait to see what would happen?
“Loving the enthusiasm,” Taehyung jokes. You wonder what your classmates will think when they watch this back, hearing this unidentified deep male voice ask you and Jungkook questions about your relationship. “Let me ask you this: what’s your current relationship with Jungkook?”
“Uh…” you begin, nervous. Behind the camera, Jungkook has that same stupid, shit-eating grin plastered all over his face. You sneer. “It’s… it’s professional.”
“Can you explain what you mean by that?” 
“I mean we’re classmates. That’s the relationship.”
“That’s it?” You can hear the skepticism in Taehyung’s voice, almost like he’s egging you on to say something more. 
“We’ve had some personal disagreements on topics discussed in class. But yes, we’re just classmates,” you elaborate slightly. It’s not as if anyone needs reminding of that, anyway. They all see your discussion board posts. 
“And how do you expect that relationship to change over the course of this project?”
“I don’t think it’ll change at all.” It’s the easiest answer so far. Requires no energy nor brain power for you to think about it. 
Taehyung nods his head in intrigue. “And why’s that?”
“Because this is a project for a class, not a life lesson.”
“Who says it can’t be both?”
You frown. “Whose side are you on?”
Five feet away, Jungkook laughs. 
Taehyung chuckles. “Alright, moving on. What do you expect from Jungkook over the next few weeks as you start working on building your relationship?”
“I hope he becomes less unbearable,” you say, though you suppose that’s more of a general life goal than one that’s project-specific. But it would be nice if he became a little more… palatable. Just so you don’t have to feel the urge to sock him in the face every time you speak to each other. 
“‘Less unbearable’, excellent,” Taehyung repeats. “Anything else?”
“Well,” you say with a shrug, not sure what else to say. What do you want from Jungkook? Obviously the two of you are about to embark on your own rom-com adventure, no doubt most of it his doing, but it’s hard to imagine that he himself (or you, for that matter) will change. If anything, the rom-com setting will just exacerbate the worst parts of both your personalities. Like some sort of curse. “I guess I just hope that the project goes smoothly.”
“I hope that it does, too,” Taehyung says with a smile. “Okay, last question.” Thank God. This interview couldn’t have been more than five minutes, but it feels like an eternity to you. “Do you think you and Jungkook will fall in love at the end of this?”
“No.” You don’t leave any room for hesitation. “I don’t.”
“Why not?”
“We’re very different people with very different interests,” you explain succinctly. You’re sure Taehyung will grasp that once Jungkook has his turn and answers all the same questions. “He can try his hardest, but some things are just meant to stay the way they are.”
“Okay, thank you, Y/N, that’s all. I hope you found our conversation illuminating,” Taehyung says, his cue for the camera to stop rolling. You and Taehyung both turn to Jungkook, waiting for his signal, letting out a sigh when Jungkook gives you a thumbs-up. 
“Thank fuck,” you say, hopping off of the barstool happily. You head towards the camera, ready to kick Jungkook off of it, because it’s your turn to stand behind it with an annoying look on your face as you react to every stupid thing Jungkook says. You find that you’re actually sort of looking forward to it. Being behind the camera is where you feel most at home. Making faces at Jungkook is just a bonus. 
Jungkook’s still grinning that same goddamn grin when you approach him, making you narrow your eyes. 
“‘He can try his hardest’?” Jungkook teases, voice all high-pitched to mimic yours. “Sounds like a challenge.”
“Ah yes, my mission in life,” you retort easily. Maybe goading him on isn’t the best course of action, but you’re so confident that you won’t change your mind you find yourself actually anticipating his efforts. “Think you have what it takes?”
“Believe me, I do,” Jungkook says with a devilish glint in his eyes. 
You roll your eyes and kick him off the camera with a shove, pushing him towards Taehyung as he waits diligently on that chair of his. 
“So, Jungkook, same questions,” Taehyung says as Jungkook gets ready in his seat, fixing the blonde strands of hair that curl around the side of his face, framing his cheeks. 
“What? That’s no fair, he got to think about all his answers,” you exclaim, positively indignant. 
“Don’t worry, Y/N,” Jungkook says, voice sickly smooth, honey falling off his lips. “I’ve actually been thinking about the two of us for a long time.”
You pretend to throw up on Taehyung’s hardwood floor. 
As Taehyung promised, he asks Jungkook the same questions. And, as predicted, his answers about as far away from yours as the sun is from Pluto:
“Are you excited to begin the filming for this?”
Jungkook grins. “Yes, definitely. I actually took this class after hearing from a friend that the final project was a lot of fun.”
Taehyung beams. That friend was him. No wonder he was so happy to sign onto helping the two of you. 
“And how would you describe your current relationship with Y/N?”
“We’re soon-to-be-lovers.” 
“How forward of you.”
“Isn’t that my job?”
You have to stop yourself from bursting out into laughter behind the camera and ruining the interview. At least he’s not hiding anything. You’ll give him that. 
“So I suppose you expect the two of you to fall in love over the course of the project?”
“Yes, that’s going to happen.”
“And you seem pretty confident when you say that.”
Jungkook smirks as he turns to the camera. Or, more accurately, you. “Confidence is attractive.” 
You shake your head back at him. 
The rest of the interview falls pretty much into the same vein as the first few questions. Jungkook is so brazenly determined and hopeful and optimistic it actually pains you in a way, watching him make all of these promises both to you and himself that this project is going to turn out the way he hopes it does. His answers remind you of his discussion board posts, always looking on the bright side of every movie you watch, always finding the silver lining, the light at the end of the tunnel. A movie could be total Hollywood crap, filled with cheating scandals and misunderstandings and betrayals, and Jungkook could still find beauty in it. 
It’s strange. 
For the sake of you not actually throwing up in Taehyung’s lovely apartment, you tune out the majority of the middle of the conversation, having zero desire to listen to Jungkook wax poetic about your non-existent relationship like he’s saying his wedding vows. Only when Taehyung finally remarks that they’re on the last question do you finally come to again, ready to turn the camera off as soon as Jungkook finishes his answer. 
“Jungkook, do you think you and Y/N will fall in love at the end of this?”
“I do.” Wow, what a shocker. “I do, because I hope that by the end of this Y/N will have opened her eyes to the beauty of love, and will find joy in the feeling as something that makes her feel happy and warm. I’m going to do everything I can to make sure the things we do together are meaningful. And even if we don’t last, I hope that her memories of us together will be ones she can look back upon fondly and be grateful for.”
You purse your lips together. If only it were that easy. 
“Alright, cut,” you say, voice distant as Jungkook thanks Taehyung for his time and hops off the bar stool. “Thanks, Tae.”
“Anytime, you guys,” Taehyung says with a grin. 
Jungkook comes over to where you’re standing, possibly to grab his camera and tripod but most definitely to rub his obnoxious personality all up in your face. 
“You really think you’re gonna get me to fall in love with you, huh?” You muse, an eyebrow raised as you look up at him. “Just so you can prove a point?”
“Believe it or not, Y/N, but I actually think that all people deserve the chance to experience love and that happens to include you, as well,” Jungkook responds easily. 
The words put a sour taste in your mouth. “You think I deserve it, huh?”
Jungkook nods, face solemn as he looks at you, gazing into your eyes with those big brown ones of his own. It makes you feel something unfamiliar. Like he’s reading right through your chest, into your heart. You don’t like it. “Everyone deserves love.”
“You guys are coming back, right? So I can leave the sheet up?” Taehyung interrupts after he’s moved both of his bar stools back to his kitchen counter. 
“Yeah, we’ll be back,” Jungkook answers quickly. “Thanks for setting everything up, by the way.”
“Of course. Plus, this is a good background for my nudes,” Taehyung says casually, like he’s mentioning what he’s having for dinner. “Looking forward to seeing you guys again.”
“Us, too,” Jungkook says. “Ready to go?”
“Only because it means I don’t have to see you anymore,” you retort pointedly, grabbing your backpack from where it sits on his couch as you head towards the door. 
“Just you wait, Y/N,” Jungkook says as you leave Taehyung’s building, one of those old-timey Victorian houses that was converted into a whole bunch of apartments. “You’re gonna see that I’m right.”
“Really? About what?”
“About us,” Jungkook says. You come to the stoplight, where Jungkook keeps going straight and you turn right. 
Jungkook grins as you turn in the direction of your own apartment. And, just as the light turns green, he says, “Just you wait. We’re gonna fall in love, you and me.”
If he says so. 
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“Hey! Y/N!”
You whip your head around at the sound of your name just as you’re opening the door to your local Starbucks, wondering who the hell is calling out to you at nine-thirty in the morning on a Wednesday. 
As it turns out, you don’t have to wonder too much, because the moment your eyes adjust to the blinding sunlight coming from the east side of campus you see Jungkook hurtling towards you, heavy black boots stomping down on the pavement as he rushes to catch up with you. 
“Can I help you?” You ask, thoroughly unimpressed, as you pull open the door, looking at Jungkook heaving beside you as he holds the door open for himself. 
“Just glad I caught you,” Jungkook gasps out between breaths. “Figured this might make a good scene for the movie.”
“It’s a mockumentary,” you remind him easily, getting in the line. 
“Whatever,” Jungkook says. “What do you normally get here? I don’t really go to Starbucks often.”
“Whatever will give me the most caffeine for the least amount of money,” you retort. 
“How efficient,” Jungkook comments. 
“You know that’s how I like to be,” you tell him with a pointed look. 
Jungkook mumbles his acknowledgement as he fumbles around in his backpack, fishing through the large pocket until he whips out his Canon, holding it out in front of him like he’s a dad about to film an embarrassing shot of his child. You look down at the camera just as he pans up to you, a confused frown written across your features. Jungkook laughs. 
“Do you really need to do that here?”
“I’m not even filming,” Jungkook says with a smile, like he just pulled his camera out so he could look at your unimpressed face through a different lens. “Look, you’re up.”
You turn around to find that the woman ahead of you in line has just moved towards the pick-up side of the counter, so you shimmy over towards the barista, ready to get this over with so you can dart out of the Starbucks as soon as possible. 
“Just a grande Americano, please,” you request simply, fingers grasping for the wallet inside your coat pocket. 
“Me too,” Jungkook chirps up from behind you. The closeness of his voice makes you jump, and suddenly you become keenly cognizant of how he’s practically pressed up next to you as he leans over towards the counter. You catch a glimpse of the debit card in his hand. “Here.”
“You don’t have to pay for me, it’s fine,” you quickly say, holding out your own card to the barista. 
“No, it’s okay, I want to. Here.” Jungkook pushes your hand away as he tries to stuff his card into the reader. 
“No, I won’t let you. I’m a big girl, I can pay for my own coffee,” you rebuke, feeling yourself growing oddly defensive. 
Jungkook sighs from behind you. “Oh, come on, you can’t let me do one nice thing for you?”
“Will one of you please pay, you’re holding up the line,” the barista asks in a desperate tone, clearly too overworked and too underpaid to be dealing with two bratty college students like yourselves. 
Jungkook manages to shove his card into the reader before you get the chance to do it yourself, pushing you to the side as he verifies all of his information and takes his receipt. Next to him, you seethe to yourself, feeling a personal loss even though you just got your coffee paid for. It’s not about the money. It’s about your pride. Never in your life have you wanted to so badly pay for an overpriced Starbucks coffee. 
You and Jungkook mosey over to the other side of the counter, waiting for your identical drinks to be made as you try and calculate how much longer you have to stand in the same room and breathe the same air as Jungkook. Seeing him in class, on your discussion board posts, and for your arranged final project meetings apparently isn’t enough, so now he has to invade your personal life, too. 
“What are you doing?” You huff out angrily, turning to Jungkook even as he holds his camera out in front of him, filming the Starbucks. 
“Recording our first meeting, obviously,” Jungkook says like it’s some kind of no-brainer. Like you were in on that from the moment he called your name out on the street. 
“What do you mean, ‘our first meeting’?” You scrunch up your nose in confusion. “We’ve known each other since the semester started.”
“I know, but…” Jungkook trails off unhelpfully, but you pick up what he’s putting down regardless. Right. This is supposed to be a mockumentary rom-com. And rom-coms always start with an introduction. 
The barista behind the counter calls out Jungkook’s name as he places two same-sized cups down at the pick-up station. The cup is burning hot, even with the little cardboard holder wrapped around it like a leg warmer, so you immediately move over to the station up against the wall with all of the sugar packets and napkins and little green splash sticks. Jungkook joins you without question, whether it be due to the fact that he doesn’t come here very often or because he just wants to keep invading your space, you couldn’t say. Grabbing one of the wooden sticks, you tug the plastic lid off of the cup and give the coffee a swirl. Watching you, Jungkook takes the lid off of his as well. 
“Are you just going to copy everything I do?” You deadpan. 
“Not everything…” Jungkook trails off suspiciously, looking down into his coffee like the two of them are conspiring something. 
“What are you talki—”
Without warning, Jungkook slams half of his body into you, and without a lid or one of those little green sticks, the coffee sploshes over the side of his cup and drenches the front of your exposed hoodie, hot liquid burning through the fabric of the hoodie and the t-shirt you have on underneath. You watch in horror as Jungkook plays it off like an accident, feet fumbling around on the hardwood floor like he had just tripped. But he didn’t just trip. He dumped half of his Americano onto the both of your fronts. 
“Jungkook!” You say instantly, resisting the urge to scream because you’re in a public place but feeling your skin go as hot as the coffee against your torso as you look up at him, fuming. 
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry, I’m such a klutz,” Jungkook says, somehow able to regain his balance, hold his coffee cup, and film the whole adventure all at the same time. “That was totally my fault, let me help you with that.” 
The camera is from his perspective, which you suppose is about as real as it gets for something grounded in reality like a mockumentary, but in this position he’s able to make conversation with his eyes, big brown ones wide as he tries to signify what exactly he means when he purposely spills coffee all over the two of you. 
You get it. You’ve seen enough rom-coms to know why he just did what he did, but you still find your mouth agape as you stare up at him, smoldering and angry and a little shocked he would dare be so bold, especially in the middle of a Starbucks coffee shop. 
“For God’s sake,” you say with an exhausted sigh despite it not even being ten in the morning yet. Unable to form any other comprehensible words, you settle for just pulling out napkins from the dispenser and dabbing the front of your hoodie as Jungkook looks at you apologetically. You can’t even tell if he’s truly sorry or just putting on another one of his shows. 
“I feel so bad,” Jungkook says, and you calm yourself down enough to nod. At least he isn’t blatantly laughing. “Can I pay for dry cleaning?”
“You’re really gonna offer to pay for my dry cleaning?” You ask, an eyebrow raised. 
“It was my fault,” Jungkook admits. Now that you can agree on. 
You shake your head. “It’s okay. It’s just an old hoodie, it’s no big deal.”
“I’m still sorry,” Jungkook insists, and the more he says it the more you actually find yourself starting to believe him. Even if he did just spill coffee all over you. “Here, let me give you my jacket—”
“That’s not necessary,” you say as he shrugs off his backpack and begins to remove the bulky denim jacket he’s wearing, fabric worn and soft from years of use. “Seriously, it’s okay, it’s just a hoodie.”
“Yeah, but now you have coffee all over your clothes and you probably have class soon, right?” He says, an apologetic smile lacing his lips. He tugs off his jacket and holds it out towards you. 
“Jungkook, I’m fine, alright? I appreciate your concern, though,” you assure him. You throw away the last of the coffee-stained napkins in your hands and reach down for your backpack, which you had taken off your shoulders somewhere in the chaos. 
Jungkook rolls his eyes, almost as if he was expecting resistance, and leans over you anyway. His arms extend outwards as he wraps his enormous denim jacket over your shoulders, the fabric draping loosely over your body. The damn thing was big on him, so on you it practically eats you up. You stand there, silent, as Jungkook adjusts the jacket on your torso, pulling underneath the hood of your sweatshirt as he makes sure it’s snug across your figure. 
“There,” Jungkook says. 
“Thanks,” you say, a half grin playing on your lips. The gesture makes you wonder if Jungkook really was planning on giving up his jacket this early in the morning for the sake of your movie. “That’s nice of you.”
“I hope it makes up for the fact that you smell like coffee now,” Jungkook says, a hand coming up to rub at the nape of his neck. 
“I appreciate it,” you say. 
“I have class, too, so I have to go,” Jungkook says, hoisting his backpack on his shoulders as he tucks his camera away. “I’m sorry again! See you around?”
Like you even have a choice. 
“Yeah, see you around,” you say as Jungkook darts off just as quickly as he arrived, rushing out the door before you have the chance to change your mind and give him his jacket back. 
When he leaves you, you find yourself at a loss for words. You stand there, lips pursed, coffee cold, as the weight of his jacket rests heavy on your shoulders. 
It smells like him. 
You should have known he would do something like this. Spill coffee all over the two of you, offer you his jacket, dash off like Cinderella at midnight. Like the opening of the world’s worst rom-com. The start of what is no doubt going to be the most unbearable final project you have ever done.
Plus, the other thing it’s ensured is a second meeting. How else is he going to get his jacket back?
And you know what the worst part is?
This is only the beginning.
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This time after FILM395 ends lecture for the day, it’s your turn to catch Jungkook lounging around after class. 
He’s lingering around the outside of the building, scrolling through his phone, a heavy leather jacket resting over a flannel that goes down to his knees and a baseball cap sitting firmly on his tuft of blonde hair. He’s obviously not paying attention to any of his surroundings whatsoever, because he doesn’t even notice you exiting out of the door he’s standing by until you say his name. 
“Jungkook,” you say, arriving in front of him. 
“Wha—oh, hi,” Jungkook says, jumping at the suddenness of it all. 
“Here,” you say, holding out his oversized denim jacket in between the two of you. “Thanks for letting me borrow it.”
“Oh, I didn’t know you were going to give it back so soon,” Jungkook says, looking a little surprised and… is he touched? 
“I was going to give it to you a couple days ago but I thought I should give it a wash first,” you admit to him. 
Instinctively, Jungkook brings the jacket up to his nose to sniff it. “Smells like lavender.”
“Yeah, it’s my detergent. Hope you don’t mind. It’s a little wrinkled—I let it air dry since I was worried it might shrink in the dryer.”
“Thanks,” Jungkook says, a genuine smile lacing itself across his features. It’s not one you see too often, and definitely not the kind of smile he usually flashes in your direction. Those are all so obnoxious, so full of himself. This one’s different. It’s appreciative. Kinder. Softer. In a lot of ways. “I was thinking, if you don’t have class now, do you wanna grab some coffee?”
You narrow your eyes. “Only if you promise not to spill it on me this time.”
Jungkook laughs, throwing his head back. “Okay, I got it. I won’t spill it on you.”
“Promise?” You prompt. 
The walk to Starbucks this time is in relative silence, but neither of you seems to mind it very much. You aren’t dashing to catch up with each other and heaving snarky comments as you catch your breath. Jungkook even notices you shiver in the cool March breeze and wraps his jacket around you again anyway, although this time you make a mental note to make sure he doesn’t leave without it. Even though a lavender scent wafts off of the denim, it still smells a little bit like him. That boyish sort of aroma. You don’t think any detergent would ever be able to get rid of that. 
You and Jungkook both get americanos again because you’re predictable and creatures of habit, and Jungkook actually seems to quite like them. He pays and you don’t spend two minutes standing in front of the barista fighting over it. Jungkook seems so determined to pay the extra four dollars for your drink that you aren’t sure if it’s really worth arguing over it for the sake of pride anymore. What you and Jungkook put into making this project a success is what you’re going to get out of it. 
He picks one of the longer tables in the back of the study space, empty because it’s just after the lunchtime rush and most people have classes now, sets up the camera at one end, and you sit down at the other. 
“So,” you begin, not sure where to start because your coffee is too hot to take a sip from it. 
“So,” Jungkook echoes. 
You purse your lips in that awkward, I-don’t-know-what-to-say kind of way. “What do you want to do?”
Jungkook grins. “This is the part where we get to know each other.” 
“We already know each other.” You frown.
“Do we?” Jungkook poses, an eyebrow raised. “I mean, yeah, I guess we aren’t strangers, but I don’t know anything about you. Other than you’re a film major in a rom-com class who hates rom-coms.”
“I don’t hate rom-coms,” you object. “I just think it’s important to look at them from a critical lens.”
“Okay, whatever,” Jungkook says, shrugging you off. “The point is that we don’t know anything else about each other. Like, what’s your favorite color, for example?”
“Purple.” It’s an easy answer. You wore purple princess dresses when you were five, painted your bedroom lilac when you were ten, and still make sure to keep a purple highlighter in your pencil case now. “What’s yours?”
“Red,” Jungkook responds. 
“Cool,” you say, effectively ending the rest of the conversation.
Jungkook, sensing that same awkward silence, suggests something. “How about you ask me something now? We can go back and forth.”
You shrug. It’s not like you have anything better to do. “Alright.” You think for a moment, but then you have the perfect question. “Why film?”
Jungkook was clearly not expecting something so loaded, because his brows furrow, knitting themselves together as he begins to figure out a good enough answer. “Hmm,” he says, lost deep in thought. “I suppose the standard answer would be that I’ve always been interested in it, but I think I chose film because I want to be able to have the gift to tell other people’s stories. Being a filmmaker doesn’t just mean you stand behind a camera. It means you immerse yourself in the lives of other people to create something new. And… I don’t know. I guess I really like doing that.” 
You nod. 
For once, you understand him. Understand why he chose to major in film, why he chose to be in this tiny little program. Because there is so much out there, so much that you will never know, people you will never meet and things you will never see. And it’s a filmmaker’s job to make them turn into things you will see, people you will meet. Who knows the world better than the people who study it? The people who have devoted their lives to learning all its secrets?
“What about you?”
“Same as you,” you tell him. “Film is an art but it’s more than that to me. It’s a new way to look at the world. It’s several new ways to look at the world, depending on what kind of film you want to create and what kind of story you want to tell. I think it’s important to show people that all of the things they see in the media every day are not always reality. And that real people deserve to have their stories told, too. I don’t know. That’s what I think.”
Jungkook grins, a twinkle in his eyes. “Real people like us?”
“This project is different,” you insist. 
“I don’t think it is,” Jungkook says. “You said it yourself, we’re making this because it’s important to show people that the Hollywood entertainment they consume is not reality. This is. This is reality.”
You frown, kicking yourself in the shin because what was supposed to be a harmless conversation has now turned into an opportunity for Jungkook to try and convince you that you will, in fact, fall in love with him. You’ve dug your own grave and Jungkook was the one who handed you the shovel. 
“You’re not giving up, are you?” You say, shaking your head, flabbergasted. “Reality is the fact that this project is not going to make me fall in love with you. Nothing is.”
“Don’t be so sure about that,” Jungkook warns. “I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve.”
“You mean like spilling burning hot coffee all over me?” You ask, an eyebrow raised, a grudge still held. 
“We had to start somewhere,” Jungkook defends. “And you seemed to understand what I was doing pretty quickly.”
“It’s not the worst thing someone’s done to me,” you concede, only slightly. “Besides, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but throwing hot coffee all over me is not really a good way to start off your plan to get me to fall in love with you.”
Jungkook smiles. “All in due time, Y/N. All in due time.”
“I can’t believe Pollack actually paired us up together,” you say with a sigh. “You know she did it on purpose.”
“Of course she did.” It’s not really a surprise to either of you. 
“I met with her right after she announced our partners,” you tell him, “she said it was because she wanted to see what kind of project we would come up with. How we would address our… differing views on love.” That’s one way of putting it. A rather nice way, if you do say so yourself.
“Speaking of which,” Jungkook says, something suddenly flashing through his mind, “what do you really think about love? You know, other than it’s unrealistic and ruins people’s lives.”
“You make me sound like Ebeneezer Scrooge.” You frown at him. 
“I’m serious,” insists Jungkook. “Why are you so pessimistic about it? Have you ever been in love? Have you had bad experiences? You couldn’t have just developed this worldview over time.”
You scowl, feeling yourself getting defensive. “Well, maybe I did. Maybe that’s just what I think. Why do you care?”
“Because people don’t just hate love for no reason,” Jungkook exclaims. “Come on, there must be something.”
Your body stiffens. Who is he to be asking you this sort of shit? Why does he care so much? It’s not like it will have any effect on the outcome of your project. Not like you explaining yourself will change the way either of you look at the world. 
“What’s it to you?” You challenge. “Why do you love love so much? Have you ever fallen in love? Do you think it’s suddenly going to solve all of your problems?”
“I love it because I think it brings people real joy,” Jungkook answers simply. “It makes people happy and it’s beautiful. I love love and I’m not ashamed to say that out loud. I believe in it. I believe in love, and in destiny, and in soulmates. I want that. I think everyone deserves it.”
 You scoff to yourself. “You believe in soulmates?”
“I think we all have our people out there.” Jungkook nods. “Don’t you?”
You roll your eyes, arms crossed over your chest. This conversation has gone nowhere, and Jungkook looks as equally dissatisfied as you do. 
“I think love can make us do stupid things,” you tell him succinctly, if a little jaded. No need to say anything else. Your explanation is right there. “We’re just different, I guess. You and I.”
Jungkook blinks at you, eyes wide and a little desperate. Your conversation has remained stagnant and there’s almost nothing left to say. 
“Don’t you ever want to fall in love?” He asks, like it’s a last-ditch effort to get you to believe. 
You freeze. Let the words sink in for a moment. Before you push them out the door and toss them into the garbage. Just thinking about it gives you a headache. Puts a sour taste in your mouth. 
Quickly, you push yourself out of your chair and stand up, grabbing your coffee with one hand and your backpack with the other. “I have to go, sorry. I just remembered I’m meeting up with a friend to help her with a photography shoot,” you fumble out quickly, the legs of the chair screeching as you scoot them across the hardwood floor. “Oh, here’s your jacket, too. Thanks for giving it to me again. I’ll see you in class.”
You whip around and head towards the exit, and only when you’re outside of the Starbucks and passing by the window do you dare look back. Do you dare let your gaze drift back to Jungkook, who is sitting there like he still doesn’t understand you. Still can’t. 
You and Jungkook are final project partners and maybe, if you’re pushing it, acquaintances-slash-friends. But there are just some things better kept to yourself. 
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We’re reaching the halfway point in this semester and, as you all know, I don’t do midterms. That said, I still want you to reflect on what you’ve learned, discovered, and thought about thus far in this class. What portrayal of love did you find the most realistic? The least? How have they changed the way you think about love, both from a personal and a film perspective?
Y/N Y/N on March 3rd at 6:08PM
Purely from a film perspective, I really did enjoy watching Juno. It was funny and raunchy and just the right amount of vulnerable. It certainly felt the most real. So far, no film in this class has topped it for me. 500 Days of Summer, on the other hand, was in my opinion extremely unsatisfying and left no positive impression. The ending was a bore and Tom had absolutely no spine. It was a shame, because the direction and production was actually quite good. 
I guess I’m starting to realize how real love is not pretty. It can make people just as sad as it can make them happy. Why don’t we show the sad sides of love, too? The sides where your room is covered with a pile of clothes because you can’t bring yourself to do the laundry? Where you cannot cook a meal because it reminds you of a breakup? Rom-coms are, obviously, not the most realistic. But why are there not more films that do cover what’s real? How can we love love if all we know is a lie?
Jeon Jungkook on March 3rd at 11:13PM
Of course, I thought The Big Sick did an excellent job of their portrayal of love, adult life, and the problems that plague us all in the twenty-first century. It was also just as emotional and touched on concepts of race, illness, and being in your twenties and having no idea what direction your life is going in. The Princess Bride, on the other hand, as much as I love it, I do think created a more circumstantial kind of love. Westley and Buttercup mostly fall in love because of their situations. But it remains a classic nonetheless. 
I’m satisfied with the way the film industry has produced rom-coms and handles love. The beauty of it is that love is different for every person who goes through it. It can bring the greatest joy and the most painful sorrow. We do not just figure out what love is by what we see on film. We see it in our real lives, in our parents, in our friends, in couples in coffee shops and cars and on sidewalks. We can love love because we want that joy for ourselves. Because we know that true love will be worth any heartbreak we endure. Is it not impossible for the portrayals of love in these rom-coms to not be real? The way everyone experiences it is different. The only way you can know what real love is, and what it is not, is if you fall in love yourself. 
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Early on in your project development, you and Jungkook exchanged class schedules to optimize your productivity and skip over that stupid, terrible part of partner projects where you’re just going back and forth trying to pick a time that works for the both of you until you eventually settle on something ridiculous like eleven o’clock at night outside of the McDonald’s two blocks off of campus. 
It’s been working very well. Neither of you have adventurous-enough friends to invite you out on spontaneous picnics and restaurant dates that fuck with your pre-scheduled meeting times, and Jungkook already seems to have mastered the art of screaming your name when he catches you on the sidewalk so that you can film something. 
In fact, you’re actually beginning to wonder why you haven’t done this with all of your long-term partner projects. Send each other your schedules so that you can settle on a time in advance. No muss, no fuss. 
You and Jungkook are supposed to meet up again tonight, after the two of you are finished with all of your classes, to discuss what scenes you should be filming next. Edited down, you’ve already got about ten minutes worth of footage, but it’s mid-March and the project is due at the end of April. So you need to get this show on the road. 
The door slams shut behind you as you exit the business building, your film industry class having just ended a minute ago. You’ve got an hour to kill before your next class, just enough time to dash to the food court in the center of campus and grab something from the Japanese place in the back corner. You might even have time to browse the shelves in the bookstore if you’re fast enough. 
You round the corner to the main pathway through campus when a voice stops you in your tracks. 
“You’re just too good to be true…”
“Can’t take my eyes off of you…”
It’s not Jungkook. Instead, in the middle of the walkway are the Eighth Notes, one of the fifteen-thousand (you don’t know for sure, but if you had to estimate) acapella groups on campus. They’ve got mic stands and a table set up and everything. Maybe they’re promoting an upcoming show…? 
You almost breeze right by when one of them, the one in the middle of the group, points right at you, a lopsided grin lacing his features. You aren’t one to normally stop in the middle of a crowded footpath, but when, one after another, all six of the boys start pointing at you, you have no choice. 
“You’d be like Heaven to touch…”
“I wanna hold you so much…” 
“At long last, love has arrived…”
“And I thank God I’m alive…”
“You’re just too good to be true…”
“Can’t take my eyes off of you…”
Their voices are smooth like honey, warm and deep, romancing you through their mics as each one of them suddenly manifests a rose from behind them. Around you, people are starting to stare, gawking at you as they walk by. There’s even a small crowd starting to gather, and you swear you can see some people filming on their phones. The fact that this is happening in the busiest ten minutes of the day, as half the student body is walking from one class to another, isn’t helping. At all. 
The rest of them singing in the background, each one steps out from behind the set of microphones to hand you the rose, smiling their classic, old-timey smiles like those old jazz singers from the 1960s, until you’ve got half a dozen in your hands as they continue to sing. 
“But if you feel like I feel…”
“Please let me know that it’s real…”
“You’re just too good to be true…”
“Can’t take my eyes off of you…”
And then, suddenly, all of them are shutting their traps and turning to the left, looking down the pathway as the song begins again, but from one-hundred feet away. 
“I love you, baby, and if it’s quite alright, I need you, baby, to warm the lonely night…”
Your mouth drops. At the other end of the walkway is Jungkook, one of those wireless microphones in his hand, grinning as he saunters down the path like a prince at a ball, voice sweet and thick as the words dance off of his lips. 
“I love you, baby, trust in me when I say…”
Your eyes lock from opposite ends of the path, Jungkook stepping closer with every beat the Eighth Notes gives him. It sort of feels like your impending doom and a wedding proposal, all at once. By now a rather substantial audience has gathered, lining the walkway with their phones out, filming Jungkook as he waltzes past them, occasionally turning to capture your gobsmacked expression. 
Every step that Jungkook takes makes your heart race something fierce, cheeks warming in embarrassment, trapped in your least favorite thing in the entire world: a public serenade. You can’t really do anything except look at him in shock, feeling his steady gaze resting firmly on your figure, looking right at you. Into you. 
“Oh, pretty baby, don’t bring me down, I pray…”
Oh, pretty baby, now that I’ve found you, stay…”
Jungkook, on the other hand, is clearly relishing in this. In the spotlight. In the music. Or maybe just in the fact that you’re on the receiving end of his over-the-top advances. His grin is wide as he takes those last few steps, microphone gripped neatly in his hand, the lyrics warm and weighty as they tumble from his lips. 
“And let me love you, baby…”
One final step and he’s right in front of you, staring into your eyes, letting himself bask in the look on your face. He produces a rose himself—cherry red, like his favorite color—and holds it out in between the two of you. In the background, the Eighth Notes go quiet, leaving Jungkook on his own for the final line. 
“Let me love you…”
The words drift above your heads, disappearing into the sky as he lingers on them, on that last note, beaming down at you. He looks at you, so hopeful, so happy, so endeared, and what else can you do? What else, besides taking the rose from his hand and smiling back up at him? Who are you to deny him of that?
The crowd around you cheers when you do, applauding both Jungkook and the Eighth Notes, with whom he is apparently in cahoots, before they all decide that they ought to get on with their day and head to class. No doubt you’ll be on several dozen Instagram stories by nightfall. 
Only after everyone has dispersed do you notice Taehyung, who must have been here since the beginning, because he’s just turning off the camera dangling from his neck. Of course Jungkook got him to film. Other than your project, what else would this be for?
“Is that the best you can do, Jungkook?” You smirk up at him, only saying this because you can’t have him knowing that you actually kind of enjoyed it. 
“You’re still here, aren’t you?” Jungkook responds easily. “Thought I would do something spontaneous.”
“And now you’ve taken up ten minutes of my lunch,” you say, shaking your head to yourself. “How spontaneous, indeed.”
“How was that, Jungkook?”
Behind the two of you, the Eighth Notes are packing up, clearly more than happy to have aided Jungkook on his quest for so-called love and getting to promote their group in the process. 
“Great, thank you so much, Jimin,” Jungkook says to the one in the middle, the very first one to sing when you walked out of the door. 
“Anytime, dude. Glad we could help,” Jimin responds. He waves hi to Taehyung, too, as they store their microphones and go on their way. 
Jungkook bids them goodbye as they head down the path, smiling at all of them before he turns back to you, notices the distant, faraway look in your eyes as you twirl the rose between your fingers, press it to your nose to pick up its scent. 
“You gotta admit, I’m a pretty good singer, eh?” Jungkook says with a nudge to your shoulder. 
“You’re alright.”
Jungkook laughs to himself. “I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
“Don’t get a big head,” you warn. 
“Think I’ll have to sing for you more, now, hmm? Since you liked it so much?” He suggests, eyebrows wiggling. 
You roll your eyes. “Only if you can get Jimin and the Eighth Notes to back you up, again. Then maybe I’ll allow it.”
Jungkook grins. He’s far past the point of being deterred by your deadpan comments. If anything, they only encourage him more. But you, for obvious reasons, cannot give in. At least, not yet, anyway. 
“Okay, go eat your lunch,” he says, nodding as you begin to part ways. “I’ll text you later, okay?”
You smile. “Okay. See you.”
“See you, too.”
The moment you get back to your apartment you put all seven roses in an old vase filled with water. They brighten up your bedroom instantly, soft scent freshening up the air. And when you go to bed that night, it is to Jungkook’s sweet, delicate voice, like walking on clouds, like satin and silk, that you fall asleep.
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“Good morning, Y/N,” Jungkook greets like always, smiling at you as you walk in the door for FILM395. 
“Good morning, Jungkook,” you say in response. 
Then, you take a seat right next to him. 
It’s an act that clearly catches everyone off guard, if the bewildered looks of your fellow classmates and Jungkook’s confused expression are anything to go by. Even Pollack, when she walks through the door, gets a bit of a shock, eyes widening when she sees the two of you seated next to each other. 
You suppose all the fuss is understandable. After all, you both sort of hate each other. 
Other than the sudden change in seating arrangement, however, the rest of the class goes off without much issue. Pollack lectures for an hour before you move into discussion, at which point it becomes a class participation free-for-all, with you and Jungkook almost definitely in the lead. Just because you’re now sitting next to each other doesn’t mean either of you are suddenly going to stop raising your hands to rebuke each other’s points. Some things never change. 
Sitting next to Jungkook is not as bad as you thought it would be. For one, he is, for the most part, a rather diligent student. Other than his occasional flicks to his email, an essay he’s working on, or your discussion board, he mostly sits and takes notes and doesn’t do anything else. That, you can at least give him credit for. And even though your elbows almost always nearly crash into each other’s when you’re raising your hands to respond to a point Pollack’s made, discussion isn’t so bad either. 
One of the perks of sitting directly beside each other is that whenever he says something stupid, or saccharine, or just overly unrealistic, you don’t have to just roll your eyes from the back of the classroom while you wait to be called on. You also get to kick his foot with your own, nudge your elbow into his side. And he does the same to you. You and Jungkook are like those neighbors in sitcoms that spend all their free time shouting at each other from opposite windows. Just because your seats have gotten closer doesn’t mean your viewpoints have. 
A notification pops up on your laptop.
[March 17th, 11:05AM]
Jungkook: wanna meet at the tables outside after class?
You look over at Jungkook with a frown.
You: Why are you texting me? We’re sitting right next to each other
Jungkook: because we’re in class obvs Jungkook: dont wanna be disruptive
You: Since when has that ever stopped you before?
Jungkook: haha very funny Jungkook: tables sound good?
You: Only since you asked so nicely :)
Jungkook: thoughtful as always i see
After class, you and Jungkook both hang around, waiting for each other to pack up your belongings so you can walk to the tables together. Everyone else seems to sense this weird, uncomfortable tension in the room, because they all book it out of the door much faster than either of you do. You’re almost convinced Jungkook purposely takes extra time to zip his backpack, just because. 
The tables are, as per usual, empty. But you don’t have a pile of receipts to spread out, this time. You and Jungkook take a seat at one of them as you pull out your laptops, ready to outline the rest of the project. 
“We should probably meet with Taehyung a couple more times, too,” you suggest as you begin to brainstorm. 
“Sounds good,” Jungkook agrees. “But we can’t meet at night on weekdays anymore. My dance group’s show is coming up and we have practice then.”
You stop typing and turn to him. “I didn’t know you were in a dance group.”
Jungkook shrugs, like it’s no big deal. “I don’t really talk about it that much.”
“You should.”
He looks up at you at that, eyes wide as he faces you. 
“I don’t know, it seems like something you should be passionate about,” you say. In the same way that you promote the Film Club to every freshman you know, force all your friends to mark that they’re Interested in your event pages on Facebook. Jungkook should want to tell everyone about his dance group. Doesn’t he love it? Isn’t he proud to be in it?
Jungkook doesn’t look like he knows what to say to that. So he doesn’t say anything at all. 
“We can meet on weekends too,” you say, adjusting to his new change of schedule easily. “This project isn’t as all-consuming as I thought it would be.”
“You mean I’m not as all-consuming as you thought I would be,” Jungkook corrects. 
You shake your head. “No, you are.” He laughs. “But yeah, on weekends is fine. You know my schedule. What else should we do, besides talk to Taehyung?”
It’s like a lightbulb goes off above Jungkook’s head. “Let’s go on a date.”
You narrow your eyes at him. “No.”
“What do you mean, “no”? It’s the natural progression of our relationship! It’s the next step in the rom-com! We have to,” Jungkook insists. 
“First of all, it’s a mockumentary, not a rom-com,” you say with a sigh, finding yourself having to correct him rather frequently. “Secondly, we are not in a relationship. I am not dating you and you are not dating me.”
“Okay, but at this point in rom-coms the two leads would definitely go on a date,” Jungkook says, punctuating every word for emphasis. “What’s the harm? It’s not like you’re committing yourself to a future with me.”
“Thank God,” you mutter. 
“Oh, shut up. You probably haven’t been on a date in years, anyway. Why not spend a night out?”
You frown at that. “Who cares if I have or have not been on a date?” Why does Jungkook care so much about the history of your love life? He’s always saying stuff like this, always telling you things as if you’ve never been in a relationship at all, don’t know left from right, black from white. Who is he to be making those assumptions?
“Please, Y/N,” Jungkook begs, looking desperate. “Just one evening. And then if it really goes terribly and you end up hating me again, then we don’t have to do another one.”
You sigh, shoulders slumping. Well, what else are you going to do? You don’t have any other ideas. And you’ve already spent so much time with Jungkook this semester, what’s another evening? Just something else to cross off of your list of things to film. Maybe you can get him to take a cute photo of you to post on social media. 
“Fine,” you concede. “One date. And I still hate you, by the way.”
Jungkook clearly does not believe you. “Really? You still hate me? I’m sure you do.”
“Okay, I don’t hate you. But still,” you relent again. Perhaps you’re just being oddly soft today. Too lenient for your own good. 
Jungkook grins, cheeks little round circles as his lips curve up. “I know you like me. You just can’t admit it to yourself, can you? Can’t take that blow to your dignity.”
“Don’t think so highly of yourself,” you chide. 
“Who knows?” Jungkook tacks on, just to be extra annoying. “Maybe you’re actually starting to fall in love with me.”
You scoff. “You wish.”
“Well, are you?”
Jungkook doesn’t ask the question the same way he’s asked all of the other ones. Doesn’t say it with a shit-eating grin on his face or that glint in his eyes. He’s asking because he’s curious. Curious if what he’s been doing has been working. Curious if this project is really accomplishing anything at all. 
Funnily enough, you find yourself wondering the exact same thing.
Silent, you pausing for a moment to think, chewing on the inside of your lip. Jungkook’s looking back at you, lips curled upwards as he waits for a response. Ugh, you’ll just have to give it up. What else can you say? “I guess…” you begin, hesitating. 
You aren’t sure why you’re so scared to respond. Maybe you’re just worried that things will change if you say something. If you tell him the truth. 
But it’s just Jungkook. He’s sitting in front of you patiently, waiting for your answer. What could happen?
You confess. “I guess you’re not so bad after all.”
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Even though this is not the first time you’ve ever been out on a “date” (you’re using that word tentatively), picking out what to wear isn’t any easier than the last time. 
“Is black too, you know, sexy?”
Ruby shrugs on the other end of the video call. Her phone is propped up on her desk as she works on something on her laptop, glancing over every now and then whenever you prompt her to respond. “Well, that depends. Do you wanna fuck?”
“Then it might be too sexy,” Ruby says easily. “What are you even doing? I thought you didn’t go out on dates.”
“It’s not a date,” you insist, although you’re not exactly sure which of the two of you you’re trying to convince. 
“You’re asking me what kind of sexy dress to wear for a night out with a guy. It’s a date,” Ruby reminds you, economical as always. “Who are you even going out with, anyway? You just called and asked me to pick between two dresses I have literally never seen you wear before.”
“That’s because I don’t go out on dates, which this is not,” you tell her, even expending the energy to stare into the camera to hammer your point home. “And it’s with Jungkook.”
Ruby shuts her laptop at that. You can hear the sound of her keyboard clacking as the lid hits them. “I’m sorry, what?”
“Do I need to remind you that this is not a date and therefore, you don’t need to be acting like I just told you I’m getting married.” You frown at her. “It’s just for our movie. Jungkook wants me to dress nicely, though.”
“Wear that nice summer dress you have,” Ruby instructs instead, shooing away the two much sexier options you’re currently holding in your hands. “Just put tights on underneath if you’re cold.”
“This one?” You ask, shuffling through your closet until you produce the gingham dress, plaid a pale yellow that matches gold jewelry rather well. 
“Yes, that one. I like that one,” Ruby says with a nod. “You look good in it.”
“I don’t know, I feel like it’s not appropriate.” You hesitate. It’s a cute dress, sure, but it seems too… casual. Too everyday. Jungkook’s taking you out to dinner, and no doubt he’s got something else planned for the rest of the evening. 
“I mean, you did say you had no plans on fucking him tonight,” Ruby reminds you coarsely. 
“I have no plans on fucking him at all,” you reiterate. “This is not a date. It is for our movie.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Ruby brushes you off with a wave of her hand. “Wear whatever you want, but I like your yellow dress the most. It looks really nice on you. And if it’s not a date, then neither you nor Jungkook should care.”
“I gotta go. Enjoy your not-date!”
She hangs up. 
You end up wearing the yellow dress. Jungkook knocks on your apartment door just as you’re closing the clasp to your necklace, a gold choker your mother had gifted you for a birthday a couple of years ago. It’s nothing much. You grab a jacket on your way to answer the door, wrapping it around your figure as you twist the knob. 
On the other side is Jungkook, all decked out in black jeans and a clean-cut leather jacket, the black ensemble striking against his warm-toned skin and bleached, blonde hair. You hate to admit it, but he actually does look rather good. For Jeon Jungkook. 
“Hi—whoa,” Jungkook says, doing a little whistle when he sees you, eyes bulging out of their sockets. 
You chuckle. “‘Whoa’ yourself.”
“You, uh…” Jungkook stammers slightly, a hand coming up to rub at the nape of his neck. The movement lifts his arm up just enough for you to see the line of his waist, the seamlessness of his body. He’s always been rather fit. “You look nice.”
“Don’t sound so surprised,” you chide, stepping outside and pulling the door shut behind you. “You don’t look half bad yourself.”
“Cleaned up just for you.” He grins. 
You press a hand to your heart dramatically. “I’m touched.” You begin walking down the hallway of your small apartment building, feeling your hands brushing by your sides due to how skinny the corridor is. At least, that’s what you assume. 
“Where are we going?” You ask as Jungkook opens the door to the passenger side of his car for you. 
He winks, that same gleam in his eye. He grins something wicked. “Don’t you remember?” He asks. “It’s a secret.”
The secret turns out to be a small Italian restaurant on an off-road in the center of town, a family joint with those plaid red tablecloths and dark wooden chairs. You’d never heard of the place before tonight, but Jungkook insists that it’s delicious and says it has a four-and-a-half star rating on Yelp, which is obviously gospel when it comes to restaurants. It’s so empty that he even has room to prop up the camera a couple of tables away to get that wide-angle shot of the both of you, two souls in a tiny little restaurant, enjoying a night out on the town. You’re sure that by the time production and post-production rolls around you’ll edit out most of your dialogue, but you like the idea of keeping in snippets of the audio, overlaying the scene with a soft instrumental. 
From a director’s point of view, of course. No other reason to romanticize your night with him. 
It’s nice. Objectively, it’s definitely one of the more exciting things you’ve done in a while, even if it’s just a dinner out in town, away from campus. It’s new. Adventurous. Jungkook convinces you to try his vodka shrimp linguine and you offer up some of your truffle-flavored gnocchi, which he devours happily. One thing you do learn is that no matter how much time passes, no matter how much food is on his plate, Jungkook eats and eats and eats. He never seems to fill up. This is one of those restaurants that pile your bowls high with pasta, give you at least three servings, send you home with to-go packages that will last you for days, and he still somehow manages to eat every last bite. He even has some of your leftovers. 
Jungkook pays because he insists and says that you shouldn’t fight on camera, which you have no choice but to agree to. However, you do look him up on Venmo and send him twenty dollars to cover your half of the bill, because the idea of him paying for you doesn’t sit right with you. It was fine with the coffee, a small token of repayment after spilling it all over you, but dinner just feels like too much. Like he’s carrying most of the weight and you aren’t shouldering enough. Like he’s putting in all of the effort and you are just bandwagoning off of him. 
And partnerships aren’t supposed to be like that. Jungkook isn’t supposed to do all of the work. You aren’t supposed to do nothing. You and Jungkook may not agree on much but you both know that you are equals. That what you put in is what you get out. 
It’s a lesson you think you learned too late, but you won’t make those mistakes again. You’ll get it right this time. 
“That was nice,” Jungkook says after the dinner. You’re walking through the park just across the street now, the sun having set and the streetlamps illuminating your path. The city has strung up lights along the trees, draped them over the branches like stars, like snowflakes. It’s picturesque. 
“Yeah.” You nod. “Thanks for taking me.”
“Thanks for coming.”
“How did you discover that place?” You ask, just out of curiosity. It’s not exactly the kind of restaurant that would be front and center on Google. 
“I went out on a date in freshman year there,” Jungkook admits, lips pursed awkwardly. “Yeah.”
“Did it at least go well?” You ask, trying to be hopeful. 
“If it did, do you think I’d still be here doing this with you?” Jungkook poses, an eyebrow raised. 
You chuckle to yourself. “You don’t mean that. I’m sure you’ll find your person.”
“You actually believe in that stuff now?” Jungkook asks you, skeptical. 
“I don’t know,” you say, shrugging your shoulders. “You do. I don’t wanna ruin it for you. Your person’s out there somewhere.”
“How do you know I haven’t already found my person?”
You stop in the middle of the path, feet coming to a halt on the pavement. Jungkook looks at you and you look back at him, letting his question sink into your skin, etch itself into your thoughts. He’s asking you because he wants to know. He looks so genuine, so patient, like he’s trying to find an answer somewhere in your eyes but you can’t give him one. 
“Wouldn’t you be able to tell when you did?”
Jungkook sighs. “I don’t know if it always works like that.”
You smile, soft and small. Musing, you say, “well, when you figure it out, let me know.”
“Do you think you’ve found your person?” Jungkook asks you. 
“You know I don’t think about love like that,” you remind him. 
“Well, how do you think about it?”
You gaze up at him once more, that same soft smile playing on your lips. Who is he to be asking you these questions, you wonder to yourself. What would the point be in answering him? It’s better if you just both moved on. Especially since stuff like this has no relevance to your project. 
“I don’t really think about love at all,” you say curtly. 
“I wish you did,” admits Jungkook. 
The look in your eyes is distant. “Yeah.” You wish you did, too.
“How about we do a couple of quick shots, right here?” Jungkook suggests, pulling out the camera. “Just here, the lighting’s nice.” He jogs back a couple of feet, lining himself up with where you stand, kneeling on the pavement with the camera held up to his eye. 
“What do you want me to do?” You call to him, feeling like a fish out of water in front of the lens, thumbs twiddling. 
“Just smile,” Jungkook requests simply. “Say hi to me.”
Sounds easy enough. Under the twinkling lights of the trees, in the haze of their warm yellow glow, you wave to Jungkook, smiling happily. You aren’t exactly sure what the purpose of these shots are, but you suppose you could always use some artistic frames in your movie. Grinning, you keep your eyes trained on him, on the way you can see him smiling back at you even from behind the camera. His eyes are covered, you can’t see those, but you hope they’re smiling too. 
“Okay, my turn,” you say when a little too much time has passed, when it’s just past the point of filming for the sake of a movie and more for the sake of something else. “Get over here.”
“Yes, you idiot.” You scurry over to Jungkook, taking the camera from his hands and pushing in in the general direction of where you were just standing. Situating yourself, you kneel right where Jungkook was, bringing the camera to your eyes. 
Through the lens, you can see the entire width of the pathway, the grass that borders it, the lights decorating the branches of the trees, and Jungkook, front and center. He looks like he has no idea what he’s doing there, waiting awkwardly as he gazes around, eyes drifting everywhere but exactly where you need them: you. He looks good like this, looks much taller, much more romantic. Like a real movie star. Like a model. His clothes make him blend in with the darkness of the night but his eyes are still shimmering, golden flecks twinkling, even from all the way over here. 
You have to admit it. He’s beautiful.
“Smile,” you say, pressing film. 
Jungkook grins your way. 
Afterwards, you give him his camera back and continue walking, turning the corner as you reach the edge of the park, ready to circle around the perimeter.
“How about we hold hands, too?”
“Excuse you?” You say, an eyebrow raised. 
“Come on, just for a second,” Jungkook pleads. “For the artistry. I’ll film us holding hands like all those Los Angeles boys do in YouTube vlogs.”
You look at him suspiciously. Is he sure it’s just for the artistry? “What a great example.”
“Please? Promise I always put hand cream on,” Jungkook asks, bottom lip turned outwards. 
It’s getting harder and harder to say no to him. 
“Fine,” you cave rather easily this time around. “Just for a minute.”
Jungkook lifts the camera up to his eye with his right hand as he holds out his left, palm facing the sky as he waits for you to rest your own in his. You narrow your eyes to the camera before your gaze drifts downwards to his open hand, almost like you’re afraid it’s going to jump out and bite at you if you get any closer. But it won’t, because it’s a hand. And it won’t, because it’s just Jungkook. 
The first thing you realize when your fingers intertwine with his is how big his hands are. They are massive. His left one dwarfs your own, wrapping around it securely, enveloping it like a king-sized comforter. The second thing you realize is how soft they are (he must not have been lying about the hand cream). The third thing you realize is the way they send sparks up and down your body, send tingles through your skin, shocks through your veins. You seize up a little bit at the feeling before your body finds it in itself to relax, letting the sensation wash over you like a wave from the ocean. 
It’s new. 
It’s strange. 
You haven’t felt that way in a long time. Felt those sparks, those jolts of energy. Like lightning has struck. 
Jungkook moves so that your hands are held out in front of you, making sure to adjust the lens just so he can get the exact right angle, but all you can focus on is the way your fingers interlock, the way your hand settles into his. 
You wonder what that means. 
The moment Jungkook lowers the camera you pull your hand away, overwhelmed and scared and shocked all at once. Like you’re afraid that if you reach out to him again, your whole body will freeze in place, shake like the wind. 
Jungkook looks at you, concern lacing his features. “You alright?” He asks, genuine and worried. 
You shake your head, willing those thoughts away. “I’m fine, I’m fine. You get the shot?”
“Yeah, I did,” Jungkook says. 
“And how do they look?” You ask because you can’t help yourself. Because you just have to know. 
Jungkook pauses, not sure how to respond. He chews on his lips like he’s running through all the possible answers, trying to figure out which one is right. You almost think he’s not going to reply at all, but then he smiles, and he says this: 
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It feels weird for you to be arriving at Kim Taehyung’s door without Jungkook by your side. Doesn’t sit right in your stomach. 
Of course, Taehyung is as hospitable as always, welcoming you inside with his signature warm grin as he sets up the bar stools by the bedsheet, which you assume he will just not take down until your project’s over. Hopefully he’s getting use out of it otherwise, shooting nudes or whatever it is he said he would do. 
“Thanks for having me,” you say, resting your backpack against the foot of his couch as you set up the tripod, arranging it in just the right spot. It’s not Jungkook’s fancy camera that you’ve got with you, just your own from a couple years ago, but it’ll get the job done. You couldn’t ask Jungkook to borrow his, anyway. You’d pass away before he found out you did this. 
“We might not use this footage,” you warn in advance. “I just figured it’s safer to film everything just in case.”
“Why wouldn’t you use it?” Taehyung asks, genuinely curious. 
“Because I don’t know if this conversation will really have a point,” you say nervously, fingers fidgeting with the settings until everything’s just right. 
“I’m sure it’ll be important,” Taehyung assures you. You’re not so confident. “Ready to get started?”
“Yes, everything’s all set up,” you say, concentrating on your breathing as you make your way to the stool. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. Why are you so worried?
“So, Y/N, how are you feeling right now?” Taehyung begins. 
You sigh. “Confused.”
“And why is that?”
“I… I don’t really know what direction I’m going in anymore for this project,” you say, letting yourself be candid and honest because it’s just Taehyung, and because you may not even use this footage, and because Jungkook’s not here. He doesn’t know you’ve asked Taehyung to do this for you. He doesn’t need to. 
“And is this because of Jungkook?”
“Yes.” Another easy answer. 
“How are you feeling about him?”
“I’m…” you don’t know where to begin. “I’m not sure. I just know that something’s changed.”
“Your feelings have changed?” Taehyung isn’t reacting, just asking questions in response to your answers and pretending that everything is normal, that this is just another interview. 
“I guess they have,” you admit. Even just saying that feels like a weight off your chest. A small one, five pounds out of a thousand. But it’s a difference. “I… don’t really know how I feel about him anymore.”
“In a good or bad way?”
Taehyung told you he would ask tough questions, but you don’t know if you can answer these anymore. 
“I don’t know,” you say, feeling yourself growing desperate with impatience. “I don’t feel the same things about him that I used to. He’s different to me now.”
“Do you think he’s changed?”
“Something has.”
“Have you considered the possibility that maybe you’ve changed, too?”
You frown, caught off-guard by his question. No, you haven’t. You haven’t thought about that at all. Why would you? Your stance is the same. Your opinions on love haven’t changed. And neither have your convictions about this project, about the way it will end. 
“No,” you say, nose scrunched up. 
“Well, I’m no expert, but I think there might be something between the two of you that wasn’t there before,” Taehyung says, nodding. “I think that the ways the two of you have changed have brought you together.”
“I don’t know about that…” You trail off. You can feel yourself growing hesitant again, pulling back from saying too much because you’ve never been a very good speaker. Because you’ve always preferred being behind the camera to being in front of it. 
“Don’t you think you should tell him how you feel?”
You scoff. At least that’s got an easy answer. A no-brainer. “No,” you say matter-of-factly, obvious because it is, stern because telling him was never an option anyway. Why else does Taehyung think you’re here without him? “Jungkook said he would get me to fall in love with him and I told him I would never. How could I ever let him think he was actually winning?”
Taehyung sighs.
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You haven’t seen Jungkook since your class on Wednesday. Granted, it’s only Saturday, but it feels like it’s been a weirdly long time. Like you’re so used to him barging into your life on the daily that there’s something off about even going three days without seeing him. Maybe it’s just because you’re nearing the beginning of April and your project is finally picking up steam. Between the two of you, you almost definitely have more than two hour’s worth of footage, but the hard part will be paring it down and turning it into a forty-five minute documentary. No doubt you and Jungkook will be spending a lot of time together the week before it’s due. 
Just out of curiosity, you text him. Because you have no idea what he’s been getting up to. 
[March 28th, 1:05PM]
You: Hey, do you think we need to get together sometime this weekend?
Jungkook: i don’t think i can Jungkook: it’s my dance group’s show this weekend
You: Really? You: You didn’t tell me
Jungkook: been too busy
You: What time is your show tonight?
Jungkook: 7pm
You: Sounds good, I’ll be there
Jungkook: oh Jungkook: you don’t have to
You: I want to You: I’ll see you there!
That night, you drop by the grocery store beforehand to pick up a bouquet of flowers. You haven’t been a performing arts show for years now, especially not one where you actually know the people performing, but flowers are customary. Or so you’ve heard. 
You don’t know a single soul who has plans on seeing Jungkook’s dance group either, but the theater is a ten-minute walk away from campus and you’re happy to make the trek alone, especially because you know you’ll find someone you know soon enough. Sometimes it’s nice to walk by yourself, letting the streetlamps above your head illuminate your path, a faceless figure passing by others. It brings peace. And it gives you time to sift through your thoughts, organize them into neat little piles and brush away all of the dust. 
Admittedly, you are not much of a connoisseur of the performing arts. You aren’t even much of a consumer. In another universe, under different circumstances, you wouldn’t blink twice if you heard that one of the dance groups on campus was having their show. But this is not another universe, and these are not different circumstances. 
Jungkook will be there. He is taking something he’s worked tirelessly on and presenting it to the world. Now that you think about it, it’s actually a lot like film. And if Jungkook has devoted so much time, put so much energy into this performance, what kind of person would you be if you didn’t go and watch his creation?
You pick a seat in the far back corner, the venue so cozy that even despite being the furthest away you’ve still got an excellent view, sit down, and wait for it to begin. 
[March 28th, 6:58PM]
Jungkook: hey are you here?
You: I guess you’ll just have to wait and see, won’t you?
Jungkook: always such a tease
You roll your eyes at that, turning your phone off and stowing it away in your pocket. Two minutes later, the lights dim. 
The moment Jungkook steps out onto the stage, you recognize him instantly. He’s wearing all black again, but it’s not the same skinny jeans and leather jacket he had on when he took you out to dinner. It’s a loose long-sleeved shirt and sweatpants that hang low on his hips, highlighting the blondeness of his hair, the red in his lips. He’s one of at least a dozen people on stage but he’s the only one you focus on, the only one who your eyes follow. Booming throughout the theater is a Drake song, the beat thick and low, but it’s background noise when compared to the way he moves, the way he twists and turns his body on stage, angles sharp and crisp. 
The whole song goes by so quickly that by the time you find it in yourself to blink the stage is already darkening as they move onto the next song, switching out the performers and changing the spotlight colors to a sultry red. Jungkook disappears for this one, vanishing behind the curtains and forcing you to pay attention to the performance as a whole instead of just him. But you have to hand it to his group: they’re excellent. You’ve been missing out. 
Jungkook returns with the next song, having had just enough time to change into an all-white ensemble. He’s easy to spot even with that ridiculous bucket hat on, blonde hair bouncing with every step he takes, every jerk of his body. You can see it all the way from where you sit, see the way he loses himself in the music, lets the rhythm radiate through his blood, lets his heart match the beat that booms through the speakers. This, all of it, the music, the dancing, the energy—it’s all his. It belongs to him. Jungkook may love film but he is passionate about this. It is something that must bring him all the joy in the world. 
The next hour and a half goes by quickly, the songs jumping from one to another to another, Jungkook dashing on and off stage, each time returning in a different getup than the one prior. Makes you wonder just how many clothes he has. But before you know it the final song is playing and every one, every single member is on stage, jumping and cheering and celebrating a job well done. And they should, because they deserve to. 
When the lights in the theater come on, nobody leaves. Instead, everyone rushes towards the stage to say hello to everybody, congratulate them on their performance and take pictures with their friends. That’s why everyone else is here, isn’t it? Because the people they care about performed tonight. 
Isn’t that why you’re here, too?
Jungkook has plenty of other friends already wrapping their arms around him, giving him high-fives and pats on the back, but you’ve got a bouquet of assorted flowers in your hands and you have no plans on bringing them home. So you squeeze your way through the crowd, push yourself in between bodies, and you shout, 
Jungkook looks up instantly at the call of his name, the round shape of his lips curving upwards into a smile when he sees you. 
“Hey, you made it!” He exclaims happily. He’s so pumped on the adrenaline that he pulls you into a hug without either of you even realizing it, wrapping his arms around your torso and squeezing you tight for a few moments before the two of you remember just exactly who you both are. Quickly, you pull away, chuckling awkwardly. Jungkook scratches at the back of his head. “Thanks for, uh—thanks for coming.”
“Of course,” you say happily. “You were amazing.”
“What can I say, I’m a man of many talents,” Jungkook schmoozes, annoying as always. 
You scoff slightly. “Don’t get ahead of yourself. Here, I brought this for you. It’s traditional, right?” You hold out the bouquet in front of you, pink plastic wrapping crunched up from where your fingers gripped the stems. 
“Wow, thank you,” Jungkook says, in awe as he takes the flowers from you, pressing his face into the petals instinctively. “No one’s ever gotten me flowers before.”
“Really?” You say, genuinely surprised at his admission. He’s never been given flowers before? Not even for a performance? You didn’t know that, either. “Then I’m glad to be the first.”
“You know you didn’t have to do that,” Jungkook says, though he looks grateful nonetheless. 
You shrug, acting casual. “Aren’t we supposed to be falling in love, or something?”
He grins. 
“Did you guys film this? Maybe we could incorporate it into the movie,” you suggest, thinking it might be interesting to add in glimpses into your normal lives, into the things you do when you aren’t trying to one-up each other. 
Jungkook shakes his head. “We did, but I don’t think we need to add it in.”
“Why not?” It seems like a perfect addition. 
Jungkook pulls out a single flower from the bouquet, a pale yellow daisy, and hands it to you. You smile your thanks, twirling the stem in between your fingers. 
“I don’t know,” he says, looking oddly soft, cheeks turning cherry red. He looks at you and it makes your heart flutter, quickens the drum of your chest. “I just think I’d like to keep this moment to ourselves.”
You suppose he’s got a point. You don’t think you’ll forget this night, either. 
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The bouquet you gave him sits on Jeon Jungkook’s bedroom windowsill, bathing in the afternoon sun. Taehyung gave him some plant food the morning after you came to his performance, a little bottle that he can spritz into the water whenever the flowers look a little droopy. Jungkook adds some every day, determined to keep them alive for as long as possible. He also makes sure he’s got a rather heavy book or two, something he can use to press one of them when they’ve all shriveled up. 
It was really nice of you to come to his show, he thinks to himself. Jungkook can’t remember the last time someone outside of his group of close friends went to see him perform, not any of his past dates or even that one girl he was seeing semi-seriously for a couple months last year until she told him she wasn’t interested in him anymore. You’re the first one who’s made the effort, who’s told him that you would come and kept that promise. The flowers are just a happy reminder. 
As a celebration for completing their last show, Jungkook and some of the other juniors in his dance crew decide to go out the following weekend, determined to waste away their Saturday nights at a bar just off of campus where they can take as many shots of as many different types of alcohols as they want. The place even has soju, which makes Jungkook’s heart happy. 
Despite the temptation to drink until his brain is empty, however, Jungkook holds off. He’s got a lot of work tomorrow, most of it consisting of editing the footage you have for the project, and doesn’t really feel like staring at a computer for eight hours straight with a headache. So he limits himself. For the most part. 
“Who was that girl that came to the show?” One of his friends, Andrew, asks as he downs another shot of what is undoubtedly vodka, if the smell is anything to go by. “With the flowers?”
“Is she your girlfriend?” Jesse pipes up, red in the face from the alcohol in his system. He’s always been one to turn into a tomato after drinking. 
Jungkook chuckles awkwardly, shaking his head when the bartender offers him another shot glass full of soju. “No,” he says, forcing a laugh. “Just a friend.”
“I don’t know, you guys looked pretty close to me,” Andrew points out, like it wasn’t already obvious enough that Jungkook is head over heels for you. 
“She and I are working on a film project together,” Jungkook explains, though that does absolutely nothing to convince his friends of your completely platonic relationship. 
“Sounds fun,” Jesse says, swallowing another shot and wincing. “It was nice of her to bring you flowers. My girlfriend didn’t do that.”
“Shut up, your girlfriend is studying abroad in Paris right now,” Andrew says, giving Jesse a good-natured shove. “I’m gonna tell her you said that.”
“What, please don’t—”
“She’s not my girlfriend, guys,” Jungkook repeats himself, feeling his cheeks heat up the longer the conversation drags on. He chalks it up to the soju in his system and the fact that it feels like a sauna in here. “Seriously, we’re just friends. People can be friends and bring each other flowers.”
Jesse pumps his fist in the air. “Yeah!” He rounds on Andrew. “Where are my flowers, hey Andrew?”
The two of them start bickering as Jungkook laughs, shaking his head fondly. At least he’s not drunk, so he can remember nights like these, ones where he’s drinking with his stupid idiot friends, celebrating a show well done. 
Jungkook stays at the bar until eleven that night before he makes the executive decision to go home and sleep, because as much as he would like to party until three in the morning, he’s got a pile of work that’s telling him to be a real adult. So he bids his friends goodbye and begins to make the trek back to his apartment, passing by the row of frat houses on his way. 
Even though he’s out on the sidewalk, Jungkook can feel the ground rumble from the music, every frat on the block joining together to make some booming, bass monster. From here he can see the flashing blue and purple lights in the windows, see the brothers standing on the steps of each house and turning away whoever they deem unfit to enter. 
In a weird way, it makes Jungkook nostalgic. Reminiscent of when he was a freshman, when he would group up with all of the people in his hall and parade around the frat row on Saturday nights like they owned the place, getting drunk on shitty tequila and jumping until they sweat out their body fluids. He remembers those nights in flashes, bits and pieces that make up his memory of freshman year as a whole. Remembers kissing other girls, other girls kissing him. Remembers the way he would lock lips with them for a second and then forget about it by the next day. 
Jungkook wonders why he ever thought he would meet his soulmate at a frat party. 
He’s just passing the last frat house now, nodding to the guy on the step when they accidentally meet eyes, when he hears you call his name. 
He whips around to see you on the other side of the road, waving at him excitedly while your friends all laugh, sending smiles Jungkook’s way. 
Jungkook isn’t exactly sure what the protocol is for a scenario like this, so he does what he thinks is right and waves back. 
“Come over here!” You shout at him, loosely gesturing for him to join your group. Jungkook is hesitant, not sure if that’s necessarily the best course of action because even from here he can tell that you’re drunk, leaning over to one side and giggling at nothing. But even if he isn’t sure what will happen he can’t help but fall into the way you’re beaming at him, waving excitedly because you saw him on the street and you wanted to say hello.
He’s never been able to resist you. 
“Hey, what are you doing out here?” He says as he jogs over, greeting the rest of your friends with a patient smile. 
“Went out with my friends,” you say. Jungkook can smell the alcohol on your lips. “And then I saw you, which made me happy!”
You stumble over nothing, shoes skipping as they drag along the pavement, and before any of your friends can react Jungkook is reaching his arms out, catching you before you fall flat on your face. Your hands press against his torso as he lifts you back to your feet, and all Jungkook can do is pray that you can’t hear the way his heart races, beat drumming in his ears. You giggle in his hold, disoriented but not at all uneasy, looking up at him as your eyes sparkle in the glow of the streetlamps. 
“Thanks,” you manage to cough out. 
“Sure,” Jungkook says, breathless. He stands you up and tries to let you go, but you keep your hands tight around his wrists. “I think we need to get you home.”
“Can you come with me?” You ask innocently, eyes wide. 
“Y/N…” One of your friends says, voice hesitant. She places a hand on your shoulder, looking concerned. Jungkook doesn’t take any offense to it, he doesn’t know your friends well and imagines that they would much prefer being the ones to drop you back at your place. 
You shrug her off. “No, it’s okay, Ruby,” you assure your friend, hand inching down Jungkook’s wrist until it rests firmly within his palm. “I’ll go with him.”
Ruby eyes Jungkook suspiciously and her gaze is so intense that it actually makes him doubt his ability to walk you home for a moment. But you seem intent on walking with him, and the sooner you go home the better, so Ruby relents and lifts her hand from your shoulder. “Alright, if you want to.” She keeps her eyes trained on Jungkook. “Text me when you’re back.”
“I will, I will,” you say, brushing her off and waving her away. “Let’s go, Jungkook. I’m sleepy.”
“Okay, come on,” he says. You smile happily at your friends as you say goodbye, cheerful and drunk and tired, all at once, and you begin to walk towards your apartment. 
“I’m glad you’re here,” you tell him, positively filter-less. 
“I’m glad I’m here, too,” Jungkook assures you. “What did you have to drink tonight?”
“Not sure,” you admit happily. “Just a lot.”
“I can tell.” Jungkook nods. “Were you at a frat party?”
“Several,” you correct him. “They weren’t that fun but at least the drinks were free.”
“Why were you at a frat party if you don’t like them?” Jungkook asks you, nose scrunched up. You certainly aren’t the kind of person to hide your distaste for things. That is something that Jungkook is intimately familiar with. 
You shrug. “It’s the cheapest place to get drunk.”
“Why did you want to get drunk?” This is seeming more and more out-of-character for you. Going to a place you despise, taking shots until you can’t walk straight, meandering around campus with Jungkook. All of these are things Jungkook could never in a million years picture you doing out of free will. 
Well, all of them except maybe the last one. You did come to his dance show, after all. 
You sigh. It’s thick and heavy and Jungkook has a feeling you won’t want to divulge any more. “I just wanted to forget.”
But the curiosity is eating at him. 
“Forget what?”
Your grip on his hand tightens. Jungkook fully expects you to dodge the question like you’ve dodged all of the ones prior, say something else to change the topic so you can sweep this discussion under the rug like all of the other ones you’ve had. But you don’t. 
Instead, you say, “You wanna know why I don’t love love the way you do?”
“You don’t have to tell me,” Jungkook quickly assures you. 
“I had better options than this place,” you say, voice hollow and empty. “There were better universities that accepted me. Ones with higher-ranked film programs and bigger scholarships. I could have gone to any one of them and been just as happy. Maybe more.”
“But you didn’t,” Jungkook clarifies. 
“My ex-boyfriend goes to school ten minutes away from here,” you say, words that are most certainly news to Jungkook. You had a boyfriend? “He and I dated all throughout high school. I thought I was gonna marry him.”
The words sound so sad. It sounds like they don’t even belong to you. Like you’re recalling the memories of a different person, someone you’ve killed and buried, someone you were certain you would never have to face again. Yourself. Your past self. 
“And then he broke up with me at the beginning of last year and it was too late to transfer out.” Your words are slurred and garbled, like all you want is to get over with saying them in the first place. It’s not a dramatic revelation. It’s not something you’re crying about, sobbing into Jungkook’s chest as you remember, miserable, a time where you were once happy. You just sound lifeless. 
Jungkook blinks at you expectantly, waiting for you to continue. It doesn’t feel right for him to speak up. Not when you’ve just revealed to him something so personal, so drunk that you probably won’t even remember saying anything when you wake up tomorrow morning. 
What is he supposed to do with this knowledge? What is he supposed to say? To do? It’s not like Jungkook can change your past. It’s not even as if he can change the near future. Your project is almost finished—the semester is almost over. And then you will return to the time where you never even knew each other. 
“You can say something,” you tell him.
“What do you want me to say?” Jungkook says. 
“Something to make me feel better, because now I’m sad,” you request simply. “Seeing you made me happy.”
“Maybe I should just keep my mouth shut and smile, then,” he muses to himself. 
“No, please keep talking,” you plead, leaning into his body with your bottom lip puffed out, eyes big and round and desperate. “Listening to you gets me to stop thinking about this stuff.”
Hearing that, Jungkook says the first thing that comes to mind. And that is, “You don’t have to think about that stuff anymore at all.”
“Hmm?” You murmur into his chest. Jungkook sees your apartment building up ahead. Just another block or so. 
“Well, that was your old love story,” he begins tentatively. Jungkook’s almost fully sober by now but he feels like he won’t ever get another opportunity to say this, and maybe whatever soju is left in his system is enough to get him through this conversation. Enough for him to muster up the confidence to tell you what he’s been wanting to tell you for a while now. 
Even if you forget it by tomorrow. He knows this is his only chance. 
“And it didn’t have a happy ending, but that’s okay. Because ours will.” 
You’re just coming up to your apartment complex, the rusted gold doors of the entrance sticking out against the beige of the building and the sidewalk, shimmering in the light of the streetlamps. You pause right outside, taking cover underneath the red awning above your heads. Looking up at him, you blink expectantly. 
“How do I know you mean that?” You ask. 
He almost does it. 
Jungkook doesn’t really know what washes over him in that moment, what takes his heart and mind prisoner for a split second, grip tight and unforgiving. But he’s staring straight into your watery eyes, glossy and glimmery and glowing, lost in the way you press your lips together, the way you gaze up at him and wait for him to tell you what he’s always wanted to say, and he almost does it. His hands press at your sides, holding you close, like he’s afraid that if he lets you go you’ll vanish without another trace and this night will all have been for naught. 
But he doesn’t. 
He doesn’t for a lot of reasons. You’re drunk. When you wake up tomorrow, you will not remember this conversation. But Jungkook will. And if he does it, if he kisses you, if he presses his lips to yours it will be burned into his thoughts, carved into his heart, and you will be none the wiser. Jungkook can’t do that to himself. And he can’t do that to you, either. He will never take advantage of your company. He never has.
“Because,” Jungkook says instead, having hesitated for far too long. “I promise you.”
It’s good enough for him. 
He tucks you into bed at 12:17AM that night, feet padding along your hardwood floor so he doesn’t wake up your neighbors, guiding you to your bedroom and reminding you to text Ruby that you made it home safely. Jungkook’s never gotten a very good look at your place, and even now it’s hard to make out most things without the main ceiling lights on, but he doesn’t really want to snoop. Even though you invited him in, he still feels like he’s intruding. You’ve always been so private. There were a lot of things said tonight that Jungkook is going to have to reckon with. 
Once you’re curled up beneath your sheets, eyes drooping, Jungkooks turns off the light on your nightstand and nearly, just about nearly, presses his lips to your forehead. He manages to avoid doing that, too. 
Instead, he pulls up your duvet and heads towards the main room, making a beeline for your front door. But before he can leave the room, he hears you mumble out his name. 
“Jungkook?” You call, voice groggy. 
“Yeah?” He looks back at you from where he stands in your door frame, one hand on the knob, ready to pull it closed. 
You smile, eyes fluttering. “Thank you,” you say. 
Jungkook grins. 
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The next morning you wake up with a pounding headache and three missed calls from Ruby, which undoubtedly means that something positively terrible happened last night. Unfortunately, you have no idea what happened at all last night, good or terrible, so whatever Ruby has to say will be news to you. 
Rubbing your eyes as you wrack your brain in the hopes of figuring out how you even ended up back at your apartment (when you swear you told Ruby you would stay at hers), you press on Ruby’s contact and call her. 
“Y/N? Hello? Are you there?” Ruby answers on the first ring. 
“I’m here,” you mumble out, words jumped and barely intelligible. You wince as your eyes adjust to the harsh blue light of your phone screen, squinting as you look at the time. 
Shit, it’s 11:43AM and you’re meeting Jungkook for coffee at noon. 
“Good, I called you three times last night after you texted,” Ruby wastes no time diving into her interrogation. 
“Why?” You ask, scrambling out of bed with your phone pressed between your shoulder and your ear. Your head throbs so you quickly take some Ibuprofen, splash your face with water, and start looking for something clean you can put on. 
“Because texting me ‘home’ is not enough!” Ruby exclaims. “Jungkook walked you home last night, I wanted to make sure you were tucked in bed and feeling alright.”
You frown. You don’t remember that. Granted, you don’t remember a lot of things, but you can’t recall Jungkook walking you back. You saw him last night? You didn’t even know. Scratching your head, a part of you vaguely pictures him standing in your apartment in the dark, resting against the door frame to your bedroom in the warm yellow light of the lamp on your nightstand. Can just barely see him tucking you into bed, placing the sheets over your figure and making you text Ruby that you’re home. You thought you were just imagining it at the time, but it must have happened anyway. 
“Jungkook walked me home?”
“Yeah, you insisted,” Ruby says. “You probably don’t remember, though.”
“No,” you say dumbly. 
“Well, I appreciate you texting me that you were home but I would have preferred something more explanatory,” scolds Ruby. “I thought maybe Jungkook was gonna do something.”
“Oh my goodness, no,” you immediately interject, pulling on your shoes and stuffing your laptop into your backpack. Just the thought of Jungkook doing something like that sends your stomach for a whirl. “He would never do that. I trust him.”
“I mean, I see that now,” Ruby points out. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“I’m fine,” you promise. “Everything’s good.”
“Alright, if you say so,” Ruby says, still sounding a bit like an overprotective mother. You love her, though. You know she just wants the best for you. “Take it easy today, okay? You had a lot to drink last night.”
“I will,” you assure her. “I’m just on my way to meet up with Jungkook now. Getting coffee.”
“Make sure to eat, too,” Ruby reminds you. “And tell Jungkook that I said thanks for walking you home.”
“Anything else, Mom?”
You can practically see Ruby frowning on the other end. “Oh, shut up. I’ll see you, okay?”
She bids you goodbye just as you’re dashing out the door, your usual stride quickening so you make it to the cafe in time, not wanting to keep Jungkook waiting. You make it there in a record five minutes, pulling open the door frantically just as the clock strikes noon. 
Jungkook’s already there, of course, sitting by a little round table in the corner of the room with two americanos on the table. He waves when he sees you standing by the entrance, and the mere sight of him makes you smile, shoulders relaxing. 
“Hey,” you greet, a little out of breath as you settle into the chair across from him. 
“Hey,” Jungkook says back. “How are you feeling?”
“My head is killing me, but other than that I’m alright,” you admit, taking a sip of the drink. It’s piping hot but just the right amount of scalding, warming your insides after a night of filling them with pure poison. 
“Good.” He grins. “It’s nice to see your face.”
“Oh, yeah, speaking of which,” you say while still on the topic, “did you walk me home last night? I can’t remember.”
Jungkook nods. “Yeah, I bumped into you and your friends while I was on my way back from a bar.”
You wince. The fact that you don’t even remember that happening tells you enough. “I was super drunk, wasn’t I?”
Jungkook, nice as always, says, “I’ve seen worse.” It only makes you feel the slightest bit better. 
“Hope I didn’t say anything embarrassing,” you say, knowing you have a tendency to lose your filter almost entirely when you get wasted, letting any sort of mental reasoning fly out the door the moment you down another shot. And the thought of having told Jungkook something deeply humiliating or personal, or even him witnessing something stupid, makes you feel weirdly exposed. 
Jungkook freezes for a split second, almost like he’s buffering, like he’s about to say something but it’s just taking him an extra step to get the words out of his mouth. Then he takes a quick sip of his americano and shakes his head. “No, you didn’t. You were just very drunk. And clingy.”
“I’m so sorry you had to deal with that,” you apologize. You can’t imagine the hell you must have put Jungkook through last night. 
Jungkook laughs. “It’s okay. I’m glad we got you home safe.”
“Me, too.” You nod. You send a grateful smile his way. “Thanks for walking me, by the way. I really appreciate it. Ruby says thanks, too.”
“Anytime,” Jungkook says. It doesn’t sound like something that people say just to say it. The way that people say ‘anytime’ just so they can be friendly and amicable. He says it and he means it, says it genuinely and honestly, like it’s a real promise that he’s making. That he would be happy to walk you home again. No matter the hour. No matter how drunk you are. No matter what he’s doing. 
And that means a lot to you. 
“We should probably wrap up filming soon, huh?” You say, getting onto the topic at hand. Of course, the project is the whole reason you’re even talking to each other in the first place. “It’s due in three weeks.”
“Yeah, I was thinking of another outing? And maybe one more thing with Taehyung?” Jungkook suggests. 
You narrow your eyes suspiciously. “‘Another outing’, Jungkook? What exactly do you have in mind?”
He grins. 
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This time, Jungkook is the one with the flowers. 
When you open your front door they’re the first thing you see, an enormous bouquet of an assortment of spring flowers in a variety of colors—pinks and purples and oranges and yellows—gripped neatly in Jungkook’s hand. They stick out against his otherwise rather formal attire, a simple black dress shirt and jeans, nice shoes that compliment his figure. Black truly is the world’s most slimming color, and Jungkook is no exception. He looks good. 
“For you, m’lady,” Jungkook says dramatically as he holds out the bouquet in front of him.
“How thoughtful of you,” you muse to yourself, grinning. You take the flowers and press your whole face into them, breathing in the fresh scent. “The one I gave you wasn’t nearly this big.”
“Go big or go home,” Jungkook teases. “You look nice, by the way.”
“You always sound so surprised when you say that,” you comment snidely, shaking your head as you grab your bag from the shelf next to your door. “What are we doing tonight, Jeon? Gonna keep it a secret from me like last time?”
“That depends,” Jungkook says knowingly. “Do you like secrets?”
“You should know what I like by now,” you remark. 
“Then prepare to be wowed.” He grins, taking your hand in his as he pulls you out the door. 
The restaurant you go to this time does not require a ten minute drive to the center of town. Instead, it’s a five minute walk from campus and actually happens to be a place you’ve been to before. It’s a busy little thing on a Friday night, waiters bustling about with trays in their hands, people laughing and smiling under the dim light of the chandeliers. You’ve only been here once, long ago, for a club dinner paid for by the finance chair, and for good reason. It’s not the kind of place cheap college students looking to get the most food for the least amount of money go to. 
“Isn’t this a bit out of budget for our rom-com?” You ask as the host seats you at your table, a little booth in the middle of the restaurant, lanterns resting on the corners of the seats. 
“I thought this was a mockumentary,” Jungkook jokes. 
“Yeah, yeah,” you say, resisting the smile that fights its way across your face. Trust you to make that sort of blunder in front of him. “I mean it, though. This place is expensive.”
“It’s manageable,” Jungkook promises. “I’ve been saving up. Plus, I thought you deserved a nice night out.”
“How generous of you.”
“Oh, come on, I know you’re excited,” he narrows his eyes at you. “You don’t have to act like a stone-cold robot anymore.”
“Well…” you suppose enough is enough. Jungkook can see right through you anyway, so there’s no point in keeping up this indifferent facade of yours. “Only because you’re treating me so nicely.”
“Just please don’t order the steak,” he requests simply. 
You laugh. “No problem. Maybe we could just share a couple of appetizers?”
Jungkook likes the sound of that. 
Luckily, this is not one of those restaurants where the appetizers cost an arm and a leg and are the size of your pinky finger. You and Jungkook split three different ones, happy to scoop out portions for each of you and indulge in them together. 
Dinner dates—of which this is only sort of one—are always awkward because you spend half of the time shoving food into your mouth, but you and Jungkook don’t seem to mind the silence at all. Only, Jungkook does look sort of like he’s holding back.
“Is this enough food for you?” You ask him halfway through, distantly remembering how he absolutely devoured a whole plate of pasta last time and still having enough room in his stomach to finish yours. 
“What do you mean?” Jungkook asks over a mouthful of vegetables. 
“You ate so much at the Italian place, I just want to make sure you aren’t still hungry,” you point out. 
“Oh.” Jungkook pauses, swallowing down the bite in his mouth. “No, I’m okay. Thanks for thinking of me, though.”
“Yeah, of course,” you say. You hesitate for a moment, not sure if you should say anything else. But what the hell, right? It’s Jungkook. It’s Jungkook and he walked you home when you were drunk, he gave you flowers, he let you borrow his jacket. And you feel as though you must return the favor. “Anytime.”
He smiles. 
Despite the pure ecstasy you both experience when eating delicious food, Jungkook makes sure not to waste this time and grabs a few frames of you eating with his camera. He always seems to have that with him whenever he’s with you, hanging around his neck or stuffed into his backpack or crammed into his pants pocket. Sort of makes you wonder just how much footage the two of you have of each other. 
He insists on paying but you send him some money anyway, just because letting him shoulder the burden of a place as expensive (for college students, at least) as this just doesn’t sit right with you. Whenever he receives the Venmo notification on his phone, Jungkook frowns and says that he’ll send that money back to you, but he never does and you can tell that he really does appreciate it. 
You don’t think you have any plans on stopping that for a while. 
The only downside of going to this restaurant is that there is no gorgeous, light-strung park in the vicinity the two of you can wander around. Just your campus, which you have no doubt walked a thousand times over, and the streets surrounding it, which you have memorized like the back of your hand. 
It almost makes you think that Jungkook is just going to drop you back off at your place and the night will end there, but you know better than to expect something like that from Jungkook. Instead, as you’re walking, you point out the cafe that you and Ruby always go to, see that it’s closing in half-an-hour, and Jungkook decides then and there that it’s your next destination. 
“You’ve never been here before?” You ask when you walk inside, eyes immediately drifting to the display of pastries beside the register. 
“I’m not normally on this side of campus,” Jungkook admits. “You’re the only reason I’m ever here.”
“Then hopefully after finding this place, you’ll have two reasons,” you say cheerfully. The baristas behind the counter know you on a first-name basis, are happy to help you out even though they’ve no doubt been working long hours and are ready to close up shop and go home. 
You split a tiramisu and sit at that same corner table you and Ruby always pick, empty now that it’s so late at night. Other than the employees, you and Jungkook are the only ones in here, a far cry from the hustle and bustle of the restaurant, filled to the brim with people, the smell of cooked food wafting through the air. 
 The tiramisu isn't as fresh as it would be bright and early in the morning, but you suppose that that just means you and Jungkook will have to come back. Besides, Jungkook obviously does not seem to mind, scarfing it down ruthlessly. You’re in and out just as they close up shop, the employees bidding you goodbye like old friends, sending you on your way. There’s not really much else either of you have planned for tonight, and Jungkook isn’t coming up with any new ideas as he checks his phone. Instead, you just begin to head back to your apartment, all wrapped up in each other. You place your hand in his own and feel yourself relax when he squeezes, a silent little reminder that he’s still here, and that so are you.
Funnily enough, holding hands feels natural to you at this point. 
“Tonight was fun,” you comment, breaking the quiet.
“Yeah, glad we could do this,” Jungkook agrees. “Makes me kind of sad to know that this thing is almost over.”
“What, the project?”
Jungkook shrugs. “Yeah. And the class. And the semester. It’s kind of scary. We’ll be seniors next year.”
You chuckle. “Ugh, don’t remind me. I still have no idea what I’m going to do after we graduate.”
“You don’t have to know everything,” Jungkook reassures you. “As long as you’re happy with what you have now.”
“Are you?” You inquire, looking up to meet his eyes. 
Jungkook beams down at you. “I am.”
The walk from the cafe to your apartment is short, just under five minutes, but it feels like it takes you an hour, footsteps slow and languid, like neither of you want the night to end. You hit every red light, round every corner, drawing out the evening for as long as you can. Unfortunately, there is only so much you can do on a five-minute walk, and before you know it, you’re home.
“This is me,” you say, stopping outside the gold doors of your apartment complex. “Thanks again for tonight.”
“Anytime,” Jungkook says, a common thread in your conversations. 
“Really?” You ask, skeptical. “Our project’s almost over.”
“That doesn’t mean we have to stop doing this,” Jungkook says. 
You narrow your eyes. “What are you implying, huh, Jungkook?”
Before you know it, he’s wrapping one hand around your waist and pulling you in close to him, your palms splayed out against his broad, toned chest, pressing his lips to yours. You gasp a little into the feeling, somewhat shocked he would dare be so bold even after all this time, but find yourself sinking into the touch. He tastes like coffee and cream, like peppermint from his chapstick, like the wine you shared tonight. You cave into the way he holds you, hands wrapped around your body, palms pressed firmly against your figure. He holds you like he’s afraid to let go, like he’s trying to remind himself that you’re real and here and that you are kissing him back, like he’ll forget once the moment ends. 
But he need not worry about that. 
When you part, you don’t even bother wiping off the stupid smile on your face, kiss-drunk and filled with glee. It’s been a long time since you felt this way. And Jungkook makes you feel things you don’t even think you can explain. 
“How bold of you,” you comment, noses touching, barely an inch away from each other. 
“I figured I’d shoot my shot,” Jungkook says. He shrugs, pretending to be casual, but you can see the way he’s grinning, beaming, down at you. 
“You scored,” you remind him.
“How observant of you,” teases Jungkook in return. You pout a little at his playful mockery, heart fond. “Think we can do it again?”
“Hmm, I would tone down the ego first,” you say, already leaning back in to press your lips against his. 
“Never.” He smiles wickedly. 
It’s a quicker kiss this time, a short peck against his cherry red mouth, but it still makes your heart beat something terribly fierce. 
“See you soon?” You ask when you finally pull away, knowing that as much as you’d like to, you can’t just stand out here kissing each other forever. 
Jungkook nods, cheeks pink and warm to the touch. He looks so sleek in his formal black outfit, crisp button-down and slacks, hair all styled, but the way he’s grinning at you makes him look so young, so sublimely happy. It’s nice. 
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“There’s my favorite couple!” Taehyung greets excitedly when he swings open the door to his apartment to reveal you and Jungkook standing on the other side. 
“What’s it to you?” You comment snidely as he lets you inside, the black sheet still taped up along his wall. It looks a little more wrinkled than when you last saw it. 
“Oh, nothing,” Taehyung singsongs. He definitely knows a lot more than he cares to tell either you or Jungkook, but whatever. The project’s almost over and he’s almost finished with university entirely. “You guys are just cute together, that’s all.”
“Like you even know the half of it.” You tell him with a roll of your eyes. 
Taehyung wiggles his eyebrows. “Ooh, do tell.” He grins that greasy, comic-book-villain grin of his as he starts moving his bar stools back to where the sheet lines his cream-colored wall. 
“Isn’t that the whole point of this?” Jungkook poses, making you laugh from where you’re seated on the couch, watching Jungkook set up his tripod in exactly the place he wants it. You smile at him as you recline against Taehyung’s poor old leather couch, so worn-down from use that the back cushions fold in when you press against them, and Jungkook peers out from behind the camera to blow you a kiss. 
You send him one back without even needing to think. 
Taehyung misses the whole scene, but no doubt he’ll be putting two and two together pretty soon. You and Jungkook agreed that for the last interview you would be questioned together, long before Jungkook actually managed to romance you off your feet, and there’s not a doubt in your mind that the two of you being interviewed side-by-side will make things much more interesting. 
Nevertheless, Jungkook sets up the camera and sends a thumbs-up your way when he’s ready, Taehyung sitting on the bar stool just outside of the frame with a couple of index cards in his hand. 
“Let’s do this,” you say, hauling yourself onto the seat. Jungkook does the same shortly after, scooching onto the one next to you as you stare at Taehyung, waiting for him to start. 
“Looking forward to this one?” Taehyung asks knowingly. 
You shrug nonchalantly. “Just a little.”
“Excellent. Shall we begin?”
You and Jungkook nod. 
“Alright. Well, this is presumably the last thing the two of you will be filming for your project. How are you feeling about it?”
“It turned out better than I thought it would,” you admit. It will come as a shock to no one that you did not have very high hopes for this project when it was first assigned. 
“Of course it did, I’m your partner,” Jungkook teases, poking you in your side. “Would you ever doubt me?”
“Always,” you say.
Taehyung chuckles. “Sounds like it’s been good so far. Did you enjoy filming it?”
You nod. “Yeah, it was actually kind of fun. Except for when Jungkook spilled coffee all over me, that was not cool.” You turn to face Jungkook directly, and all he does when you say his name is wink and point at you. 
“It was for the rom-com, I don’t know what you expected,” Jungkook said. “I gave you my jacket, too.”
“How gentlemanly.”
Taehyung chuckles, warm and low. “I’m sure Jungkook learned his lesson,” he muses. “What was your favorite thing to film?”
Not when I randomly texted you five minutes before I showed up at your door to make you ask me questions about how I feel, you think to yourself. Jungkook still doesn’t know, but you think you’ll put it into the movie just for the hell of it, so he’ll find out then. Find out that you were grappling with your feelings for him long before you ever let on.
“The serenade was a blast, a special shoutout to the Eighth Notes for doing that for me,” Jungkook says immediately. Obviously that is at the top of his list. “Plus, I just like seeing Y/N all flustered.”
“Shut up, you’re so annoying,” you chide. “I guess the serenade was kind of cute. I liked going out together, though. On our not-date.”
Jungkook objects to that instantly. “It was a date, Y/N!”
You look back at him, equally as scandalized as he. “Whose turn is it to talk?”
“Mine, actually,” Taehyung interjects. “Did you like going out together?”
You sigh a little, wondering if you’re really about to turn into a softie in front of a camera for a movie to be shown to your twenty classmates and professor. “Yeah,” you say, real and true because that’s what you agreed on, you and Jungkook. To be candid. To be honest. To say how you felt. Really. “It was really nice. I hadn’t gone out with someone like that in a long time.”
“And were you happy because of the project, or because of Jungkook?”
“Well,” you begin, not exactly sure where to start. “I guess, it’s like… you know, I didn’t even know Jungkook before this project. I mean, I knew who he was, he would always respond to my discussion board posts and object to everything I said in class. But I didn’t know him as a person. But as we worked on this project together, planning and filming and editing, I started to. And we did so many things together. And I guess I just really enjoyed the time we did spend as a pair.”
“Would you say the same, Jungkook?”
“Yes,” Jungkook says easily. “That’s what I wanted. To get to know Y/N, to spend time with her. I was glad we had this project. Otherwise, we might never have done something like this.”
“You both seem very happy.”
“I think we are. This project was actually sort of a blessing in disguise. I know him a lot better, now,” you say. “I’m glad that I do. He makes me smile, and laugh, and I always feel happy when he’s around. I don’t know. He did it, somehow.”
“It wasn’t just me. Y/N and I did this together. We made this. This project. Us. It wasn’t just her, or just me. It’s ours.” Jungkook grins.
“Are you glad you did this project?”
Of course. It was fun, and I liked filming it, and I feel like I got something really important out of it. I know it’s just a short rom-com mockumentary, but it really feels like there was a happy ending, you know? A happily ever after.”
“You seem really certain about that.”
“Well,” Jungkook says with a little scoff, “what else would you call it?”
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“As you can see, obviously Y/N fell head over heels in love with me thanks to this wonderful project—”
“Why are you always so full of yourself—?”
“Hey, you’re ruining the voiceover! As I said, as you can see, Y/N fell head over heels in love with me, but that wasn’t just because of my dashing good looks and amazing singing skills.”
“The ends of your hair look like hay—”
“It was because we were honest with each other, and because we spent meaningful moments together, and because we kept our hearts open. And I guess that’s the truth of it all, isn’t it? Love, romance, relationships? If you close yourself off, you’ll never get to experience them. But if you take every opportunity with an open mind, then you never know what might happen. Like falling in love with your discussion board nemesis.”
“Who, me?”
“Just let me finish, come on. There’s like one paragraph left. I know this was a mockumentary, not a scripted rom-com with professional actors and screenwriters and a whole team of editors. But that was the whole point. To make it real. And to make it between two people who aren’t just characters on a screen. We’re real people, and this happened to us. And it makes us happy. And it can happen to you, too. I think we all learn something every time we watch a new movie. Whether it be about loss, or promises, or other people. This time, we learned about love. Real love. How it can be rocky and strange and come straight out of left field. But also how happy endings aren’t just for movies and fairytales. We all deserve them. And Y/N and I found our own.”
“Are you gonna say it?”
“And so… they lived happily ever after.”
You look up at the screen, expecting to see the credits roll, but instead it’s a shot of the two of you kissing outside of your apartment building, a shot of you wrapping your arms around him as you press your lips to his. It lasts for only a few seconds, but you find yourself entranced in the moment, shocked that Jungkook somehow managed to capture it on film. He didn’t even have his camera with him that night. 
Pollack turns on the lights in your classroom as your fellow classmates applaud, all of them looking genuinely pleased that your rom-com had such a wonderful ending. Pollack herself looks rather proud, nodding to herself as she smiles at the two of you. 
“You filmed us kissing?” You hiss to Jungkook as your classmates clap, hoping the sound of it will drown out your conversation. 
“I got Taehyung to,” Jungkook whispers back. “Why?”
“I just… I thought that night was just for us.”
“The rest of it is. But I thought the kiss would be a cute way to end it. You know, happy ending and everything.”
Alright, if Jungkook insists. You nod, tensing up slightly. You hadn’t even noticed Taehyung down the street, standing behind some utility pole with the camera raised to his eye. Had Jungkook texted him in secret? Asked him to meet you outside of your apartment? Was he planning on kissing you from the very beginning?
You shake your head, willing away the thoughts as Pollack commends the two of you for a job well done. Jungkook and you stand at the front of the room for a few more seconds, getting stared down by your fellow classmates while Pollack speaks. The period ends just as she finishes up, the minutes changing the moment she closes her mouth. Within a minute or so, the whole class has emptied out, some of them congratulating you and Jungkook on the way out. 
“I’ll meet you outside, okay?” Jungkook says, eyes bright and filled with that same wonder he’s always got. 
“Yeah,” you say distantly, nodding to him as he disappears out the door. 
“You did an excellent job, Y/N,” Pollack praises, and it goes right to your head, if you’re being honest. “It was brilliant.”
“Thanks,” you say, suddenly rather shy. “That means a lot.”
“Don’t tell anyone else this,” she says, voice quiet, “but I was secretly hoping the two of you would fall in love.”
She laughs. “What? I thought you’d make a cute couple. And you do, so clearly it all worked out anyway.”
“I’m pretty sure that’s against the code of conduct,” you say, even though you know you can’t be too mad at her. After all, you wouldn’t have Jungkook if it weren’t for her. 
“Y/N, I’m tenured. I don’t care.”
“Wait…” you pause, eyes narrowing, “how many of your students have you set up with each other?”
Pollack grins. “I never reveal my secrets.”
Your mouth drops open. 
She chuckles, shooing you out the door. “Go on, go be with your boyfriend. You can tell him you both get A pluses for your project. It was excellent. One of the best I’ve seen in a very long time.”
“Thanks, Pollack,” you say, smiling gratefully. “You’re the best.”
She points at you proudly as you head out the door. “So are you.”
Jungkook is waiting by the tables where you always sit, half a flight down from your classroom. He’s leaning against the edge of them as he scrolls mindlessly through his phone, so engrossed in the Instagram explore page that he doesn’t see you walk up. 
“Guess what,” you say, getting all up in his face, just because you can. 
“What,” Jungkook says, an eyebrow raised. 
“We got an A plus on our project!” You exclaim happily, cheering. Jungkook laughs at your exuberant reaction, watches as you jump around, clapping loudly. 
“Hell yeah, we did that!” Jungkook holds his hand up for a high five, one you gladly take. Your palms smack together and the sound reverberates around the hallway. 
“You know, you and I—” you begin, placing your palms on his cheeks as you pull yourself in for a kiss, “we make a pretty good team.”
“Only because you’re so good at editing,” Jungkook says. You’re both not too bad, if you do say so yourself, but since Jungkook did so much of the filming you thought it would be better if you carried more of the weight when it came to post-production. 
“Says you,” you tease, pressing your lips to his button nose. “The happy ending thing was a nice touch, I liked it. Makes me feel like I’m in a fairy tale.”
“I’m glad,” Jungkook says with a chuckle, admiring the way you beam at him. “You know, I was really worried that you might think we didn’t have a happy ending after all, especially after everything.”
“What do you mean?” You look at him curiously. 
“Well, I just really wanted to make sure that we had a happy ending, because you’ve been through so much.”
You pause in place, eyebrows furrowing as you look up at him. Been through so much? Does Jungkook know something you don’t? Wait, no, did you… did you tell him—?
“You knew?” You ask, the realization piercing you like an arrow. “All this time, and you never said anything?”
Jungkook’s eyes widen. 
“How long have you known?”
He winces. “Since I walked you home when you were drunk. You told me.”
You did?
“And you didn’t think that maybe you should have told me that you knew? Especially when I asked you if I had said anything embarrassing?” You cry out, indignant. “What, were you just planning on never telling me?”
“I was going to, but I wasn’t sure if you wanted to know that you had admitted all those things to me,” Jungkook admits, growing desperate. “They were really personal things, I thought you might react badly.”
“Oh, so you just decided to keep it a secret instead? Look how well that worked out.”
“What was I supposed to do, Y/N? I know you would have been upset.”
“Tell me!” You exclaim. “I asked you if I had said something embarrassing that night and you said I hadn’t. And I believed you. Better to have known then than now!”
“I’m sorry,” Jungkook says.
“I can’t believe you wouldn’t just tell me. Didn’t we say we would be honest with each other? But instead, you just let me assume that all of the nice things you did for me were because you actually cared, and not because you felt bad for me?”
“I don’t feel bad for you!” Jungkook shouts. “I mean, I do, but that’s not why I took you out on dates and gave you flowers and held your hand. I do care about you.”
“Oh, so filming us kissing was just because you actually cared, too, right?”
“I don’t know why you’re so hung up about that,” Jungkook points out. 
“Because I thought it was a private moment,” you remind him. “You hadn’t filmed anything the whole night. I thought we were just going out on a date like two people who cared about each other did. Us kissing was personal. But you texted Taehyung and told him to show up with his camera anyway, right? Because you were planning on kissing me from the very beginning. Because you knew, Jungkook. You knew and you had absolutely no intention of telling me.”
“Y/N, wait, I didn’t do those things just because I pitied you,” Jungkook says, reaching out for your hand. 
You pull away. “You didn’t? Then why did you film us kissing, then?”
“Because…” he flounders. You aren’t at all surprised. “Because—”
“Enough, Jungkook. I get it,” you stop him, shaking your head. “Everything we’ve done since that first date we had, when we went to the Italian place, everything since then—it was all played up. Because you felt bad for me. I had a shitty experience with love and you wanted to make me feel better. Whatever.”
“Y/N, it wasn’t like that,” Jungkook chases after you as you begin to walk down the stairs, towards the exit. “I didn’t pity you. I still don’t. I did those things because I care about you, and I wanted you to be happy.”
“Well, you got what you wanted,” you say, arms crossed over your shoulders as you push your way out the door. “I was so happy when I was with you.”
“Wait, Y/N—”
“Bye, Jungkook.”
The door slams shut behind you. 
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“How many finals do you still have left? You finished your movie, right?”
Ruby is stirring herself a cup of earl grey tea as she sits down on the couch next to you, where you’re very obviously sulking as you scroll through the Feel Good Rom-Coms category on Netflix. 
“I just have a couple essays and a presentation,” you mumble out. “You?”
“Ugh, I still have all of my final exams to take,” Ruby tells you with a thick, heavy sigh. Clearly, she doesn't feel like talking about them now. Or at all. “The life of a biology major.”
“Hey, you’re the one who wants to be a doctor, not me,” you remind her crudely. “You better know your shit, or I’m never taking my kids to your practice.”
“Rude,” Ruby says. “There goes my family and friends discount offer.”
You laugh to yourself, a small smile inching its way across your lips. Ruby’s always known how to brighten your day, even when you feel like absolute shit. 
“What are we watching, hmm? I’m cool with anything.”
“I don’t know.” You shrug, flicking through all of the rom-com options and feeling very unhappy with all of them. “I feel like you’ve seen all of these.”
“Yeah,” Ruby says. “Whenever I’m not studying, I’m watching Netflix or The Bachelor.”
You nod. Maybe you’ll just settle on some old NCIS reruns and call it a night. 
“Oh!” Ruby exclaims suddenly, a lightbulb going off above her head. “How about we watch your movie? The rom-com you did with Jungkook! I haven’t seen it yet.”
“I don’t know…” You begin, the mere thought putting a bad taste in your mouth. For obvious reasons. 
“Come on, please? I really want to see it, you were so excited about it,” Ruby begs, getting all antsy as she climbs all over you, literally pulling your arm to get you to cave in. “It’s short, too, isn’t it? Like forty-five minutes long? We can watch whatever you want afterwards. Please.”
You huff out a breath. If it were up to you, you would move that film onto a flash drive and toss it into a dumpster on fire. But it’s not just up to you. Ruby has been asking you about it since the day you told her you were filming it, and now all she wants to do is see the final result. And it’s only forty-five minutes long. What’s that when compared to the rest of your life?
“Fine,” you relent, not wanting to fight about it any longer. “Let me get my computer.”
Ruby cheers. 
You bring your laptop over to your coffee table, turning off the ceiling lights as Ruby tucks herself underneath a blanket, hands warmed by her steaming cup of tea. You pull up the movie file and, taking a deep breath, press play. 
It opens with your first interview with Taehyung, a muted, royalty-free lo-fi hip-hop song playing in the background. You had edited it so that it would jump back and forth between your answer and Jungkook’s, highlighting the contrast between the two of you. It was mostly for comedic purposes, just because seeing you deadpan about how love doesn’t exist and then quickly switching to Jungkook wax poetic about it is amusing, but watching it now just makes you want to curl into yourself. 
You should have known that this would have never worked out. Should have kept that same jaded attitude. You let your guard down for one second and look at what’s happened to you.
The next scene that Jungkook shows is, of course, the moment he spills burning hot coffee all over you in the middle of the Starbucks, comedically panning up to your positively-flabbergasted face just to add to the shock factor. Next to you, Ruby laughs at the mishap, obviously amused by the fact that the two of you are now drenched in coffee and scrambling to clean up the mess. You try to focus your energy on how peeved you were at Jungkook after he did that, but get distracted the moment he films himself wrapping his denim jacket around you, placing it over your shoulders and making sure it’s just right. 
He didn’t have to do that, and the two of you both knew it. But still, he sent you off your class all bundled up in a jacket that smelled like him, smelled of that boyish aroma that you couldn’t get rid of, even when you put it in the wash with your lavender detergent. All of Jungkook’s clothes smelt like that no matter how much cologne he put on, always smelt woody and thick. It would consume you, that scent, a cloud surrounding your figure whenever you were near him. 
The movie keeps playing, and you keep thinking about how much of a fool you must look like in it now, all giggles and smiles as Jungkook sings Frankie Valli to you while he hands you a rose, that same sly little smile dotting his features. Hearing the song again makes you feel like you’re choking, like something’s smothering you, and you’re not sure what it is until you realize that it’s the sound of Jungkook’s voice. 
You haven’t heard him sing since he serenaded you. 
Then it’s your first date, the one Ruby told you to wear the yellow dress to (“Hey, I told you you looked amazing in it! Wow!” Ruby exclaims when she sees you). You remember when you edited this, putting the clips together of you eating at the restaurant, wandering around the park, posing underneath the trees, holding hands. You were smiling so hard your cheeks hurt while you were editing, grinning from ear to ear at all of the things the two of you did together. They were so picturesque, those scenes, so perfectly shot, so romantici—t did a fine job of convincing you that it was all real. 
You even put in the little clip of you and Taehyung talking. A mistake, now that you look back on it, of course. It was so vulnerable, so real, so candid and honest like you said you would be, and now it’s all blown up in your face. You must have looked like such an idiot to Jungkook when he saw this scene for the first time in class. You remember the wide-eyed look on his face when it popped up. Like he couldn’t even believe you had done this in the first place. 
Scoffing, you shake your head. You either. 
The rest of it you can hardly bear to watch. Just a wrap-up of your relationship, a compilation of all of the small moments you shared when you didn’t realize that Jungkook was filming, when you dared whip out your camera to shoot for a second or two. Little clips that jump from scene to scene, shots of you laughing and eating and skipping along campus as you held hands. It’s hard to reconcile the fact that it’s all over. 
You don’t even listen to the final interview, not bothering to pay attention to what you or Jungkook have to say when you were there, when you can recall every word he’s ever spoken to you at the drop of a hat. 
The truth is, you were always a goner for him. 
And look how well that played out. 
By the time the kissing scene comes up once more, you’re ready to set your whole laptop alight. 
The screen turns black as it ends, fading away into nothingness, the instrumental slowly disappearing alongside the image. You shut your laptop when it’s all over, a little too angry for your own good, but you wrestle the scowl off your face as you take a drink of water from the glass sitting on the table. 
“Wow,” Ruby says, speechless. She blinks at your closed laptop. 
“Did you like it?”
“I—I don’t even know what to say,” Ruby says, which is a first. “It was amazing, Y/N. Seriously. Gorgeous. Like, cinematographically? Stunning. The shit on Netflix isn’t even as good as that.”
Even if you did have to sit through your stupid movie one more time, the compliments make you feel a bit better. “Thanks,” you murmur. 
Ruby nods enthusiastically. “It was incredible. I’m just—I’m in awe. You and Jungkook have a gift, dude. It was seriously one of the best things I’ve watched in a really long time. And, like, not even in a cheesy, yucky rom-com kind of way. It was so… so genuine. So real. Wow.”
“I’m glad you liked it.”
“You’ll have to tell Jungkook, too,” Ruby says. “He did really well.”
“Yeah, he’s a great actor,” you say, a little too bitterly for your own good. 
“What do you mean?” Ruby raises an eyebrow your way. “I didn’t think he was acting at all. It looked pretty real to me.”
You frown. “It did?”
“I mean, yeah,” Ruby says with an honest nod. “I mean, you did tell me it was a mockumentary and not just a run-of-the-mill rom-com. So wasn’t everything supposed to be real, anyway?”
“Yes…” you trail off, unsure of the direction of this conversation.
“Well, if you ask me,” Ruby says, all matter-of-factly, “I’d say he definitely fell in love with you.”
Something rushes through you. Something warm and bright and full of energy. 
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Even though you have finished one of your finals early, finals week is still just as much of a slog as it always is. Three essays and two presentations deep, you aren’t finished any of them and the due dates are slowly creeping up on you, ready to pounce the moment the clock strikes twelve. 
Eh, it could be worse. You could be Ruby and have six timed, proctored final exams on biology, anatomy, and chemistry. So you suppose you can’t complain too much. 
Finals week sees you all holed up in your apartment like always, but more so this semester than any previous ones because you don’t feel like going to the library and risking seeing Jungkook there. Or anywhere, really. Since you presented on the last day of classes, you haven’t spoken since, and hopefully you can keep that streak going forever. You had made it until this semester without ever crossing paths despite being in the same major, so hopefully that luck will follow you. 
It’s almost midnight when you finally decide to call it quits for the night, having at least gotten mostly through two of your essays (just have to edit and proofread!) and worked on about half of your two presentations. Sighing, you get up from your couch and stretch, feeling your bones crack from sitting in the same place for hours on end. 
You lean over to the floor lamp by the edge of the couch, ready to flick it off and head to bed, when you hear something outside. 
“You’re just too good to be true…”
“Can’t take my eyes off of you…”
You freeze.
The voice is soft and mellow, a little muted because it’s making its way through your wooden door before it reaches your ears, but it is unrecognizable. Even without the acoustics of the Eighth Notes, you know who’s on the other side. 
“You’d be like Heaven to touch…”
“I wanna hold you so much…”
“At long last, love has arrived…”
“And I thank God I’m alive…”
Unable to resist, you wander to your front door, basking in the sound of him, in the way the notes float through the air as if on clouds, dancing along the walls as they sink into your brain. He sounds so sweet, voice warm like tea on a cold night, just singing his song on this empty, lonely night. But it’s not just his song, is it? 
It’s yours, too.
You pull open the door. 
“You’re just too good to be true,” Jungkook sings, a honeyed melody that calms the waves of your stormy heart, “can’t take my eyes off of you…”
But just because he’s here, serenading you once more, doesn’t mean he’s going to get it any easier from you. You fight to keep the smile off your face, pressing your lips together as you narrow your eyes at him. 
“I love you, baby, and if it’s quite alright, I need you, baby, to warm the lonely night…”
“I love you, baby, trust in me when I say…”
He meets your eyes with his own, and they aren’t glinting in the way they normally do, the way that they do when he knows he’s doing something to grind your gears, when he’s got a trick up his sleep. They gleam like pearls as the dim glow of your apartment lights up his figure, warm yellow mixing with the caramel in his irises.
“Oh, pretty baby, don’t bring me down, I pray…”
Oh, pretty baby, now that I’ve found you, stay…”
“And let me love you, baby…”
From behind him, Jungkook brings out a single red rose, twirling it between his fingers as he holds it out to you. 
“Let me love you…” He trails off there, voice delicate as vanishes into the chilly night air, disappearing between the two of you. 
You can’t help but take the flower from his hand. What else are you supposed to do?
“So?” Jungkook asks, hopeful. 
“Don’t think you can just show up at my apartment and woo me back by singing to me,” you chide, even though he definitely can. 
“I’m sorry,” Jungkook says simply, because there really is nothing else to say. “I should have told you.”
“I watched our rom-com again,” you tell him. “I should have believed you when you said you cared about me.”
“I always did,” Jungkook says. “I just wanted you to know that love was real, and that it was there for you.”
“I should have known,” you agree. You look up at Jungkook through lidded eyes, musing to yourself. “You know what I learned?”
Jungkook tilts his head in curiosity. “What?”
“That love isn’t a feeling. It’s a person,” you explain, sighing pleasantly. “Love comes to us through the things we share with other people. That’s what it is.” Your thumbs twiddle in front of you, the pads of your fingers rubbing at the stem of the rose.
He takes a single step forward, reaching out to take your hand in his own. “And are you pleased with who you’ve found?”
You roll your eyes. “Just shut up and kiss me already, you idiot.”
Jungkook obliges without a second thought. 
There is no one to film you this time, no project to work on. There is only you, and there is only him. And there is only a lifetime that the two of you share, a story that you have told together, piece by piece, frame by frame. Your movie didn’t end once you finished editing. Nor did it end the moment the screen went black in Pollack’s class. It wasn’t even over when you watched it a second time with Ruby. 
No, it continues on. Forever and ever, so long as you are with him. There will always be something new to capture, to burn into a disk so you’ll have it for eternity.
He pulls you in for a kiss and it’s not the end of the film. It’s the beginning of a brand new part, a new installment in the series that is your life with him. That is the relationship you have created together. His lips aren’t the fireworks as the credits roll. They are the scene where the two characters meet for the very first time and know that they were meant to be. The scene that sets all of the other ones in motion. That is who Jungkook is. That is what you are sharing, right now. 
A brand new frame. 
When you part, you press your forehead against his, soft blonde locks framing his face as they tickle your face, dancing along the skin of your cheeks.
“You called it a rom-com,” Jungkook points out randomly, just remembering now. 
“Well, isn’t it?”
“I don’t know…” Jungkook says, pretending to think about it as he rocks on the back of his feet. “Did it have a happy ending?”
You bring your lips to his once more, arms wrapped around his neck as you clasp the rose between your fingers. You make a mental note to press it later. Something else to remember him by. Something other than your movie. 
Jungkook pulls you into him once more, hands resting firmly on your waist, letting his body press against yours as you stand there in the muted light of your apartment’s living room, letting the cool spring breeze wash over you. You smile against his lips, feeling your heart race when he grins back. 
“Yes,” you declare proudly. 
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And so, they lived happily ever after. 
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aroseforyoongi · 6 months ago
All I Want
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Pairing: Werewolf!Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Werewolf AU; Soulmates AU; Best friends to lovers AU; College AU; Roommates AU; Idiots to lovers AU; fluff; smut; tiniest bit of angst if you really, truly squint
Rating: M (smut)
Summary: Jungkook, has been your best friend since the two of you were five years old and he saved you from those bullies in kindergarten. Now you’re both adults, and your friendship is the same as ever. You want him as much more than just a friend, but the problem is that somewhere out there, Jungkook has a Moon-chosen mate.
Word Count: 10.3k
Warnings: Oral (female receiving); Knotting; Multiple orgasms; Creampie (JK turns Y/N into a proper Boston cream donut in this one); Cum eating (would this really by one of my smut fics if this was not a feature?); Impreg/breeding kink (it’s a werewolf fic, what do you expect?); Excessive amounts of cum (like so much; far too much really for any human being to handle but this is fiction); Fingering; Soft dom Jungkook (he’s so soft. If you thought Young Alpha Jungkook was soft, he’s got nothing on this one); Swearing; Bullying; Blood
Oh look, I wrote another filthy Jungkook werewolf fic, because y’all loved Young Alpha so much that I didn’t have a choice. Enjoy this fic where Jungkook and Y/N are complete idiots in love. I tried something new with this one and wrote the smut first. It kind of got carried away and ended up being much longer than anticipated. What I have confirmed to myself is that I cannot write PWP. Even my smut has a plot. My lord is this one filthy. I hope y’all have adequate hydration and a cold shower at the ready. Good luck.
Growing up with a werewolf as a best friend had been a unique experience to say the least. Most of the time, werewolves and humans avoided each other. Not you and Jungkook. Oh no, the two of you were absolutely insperaerapble.
It had all started when you were five years old. Some of the werewolves in your kindergarten class were bullying you for being so much smaller than them. It wasn’t your fault that nature decided humans should be so much smaller. It also didn’t help that both your school neighbourhood were predominantly inhabited by werewolves. In fact, your family were the only humans on the whole street.
When one of the boys began to push you around, out of nowhere, a mass shot out from nowhere, knocking him over. That turned out to be Jungkook.
“Stop it!” he shouted.
By werewolf standards, he was tiny. Despite this, he was still a bit bigger than you. The boys who had been bullying you took one look at him and started laughing. This gave Jungkook the chance to take you by the hand and drag you away before the bullies noticed.
When you were both safe, hiding on the other side of your school, both panting, Jungkook stuck out his hand.
“I’m Jeon Jungkook,” he introduced.
“_____,” you replied, taking his hand.
“_____, you’re going to be my best friend.”
From then on, true to his word, you and Jungkook stayed best friends. He didn’t stay the tiny, little werewolf that saved you from the bullies for long. By the time Jungkook was thirteen, he dwarfed you. His werewolf genetics made it so that he was much larger than the average human man. The fact he was an alpha accelerated his growth. Being both a werewolf and alpha also made it so that he was painfully attractive. Not that he seemed to be aware of this.
Much of your teenage years had been spent pining over Jungkook and glaring at girls who expressed interest in him. He remained completely oblivious to both their interest in him and the fact that he was inhumanly beautiful. You, on the other hand, were just a normal human, with absolutely no hope of actually attracting Jungkook. Especially with such stiff competition.
If that wasn’t bad enough, you truly didn’t have a prayer, because Jungkook was destined to find his Moon-chosen mate one day. The one who he’d spend the rest of his life with. Sure, he could date other people, not that he ever did, but it could never be serious. His mate was almost guaranteed to be a werewolf. It was very rare for werewolf mates to be humans, and completely unheard of when it came to alphas.
Now, in grad school, you were still hopelessly in love with Jungkook, who still seemed completely oblivious to the interest of anyone around him. You tried dating both humans and werewolves, but it never got very far. The chemistry you had with Jungkook was missing with every other partner. Things were easy with him.
It seemed almost pointless to try and find anyone to have a relationship with. They always paled in comparison to Jungkook, and that wasn’t fair to anyone. Though, there was one werewolf who came close to being as attractive as Jungkook in your eyes. Namjoon, went to the same university as you. The two of you were studying completely different things, but often ended up at the campus coffee shop together.
This was one of those days.
“How goes it, _____?” Namjoon asked.
“It goes,” you sighed. “My coursework is killing me.”
Namjoon gave you a sympathetic smile. “I get it. I can’t say I understand. My program isn’t as hard as yours it seems.”
“I should have become a librarian or something.”
“As much as I would love to have you in my library science courses, I think you’d be terrible at it,” Namjoon teased. “The first person who asked you a stupid question would end up with a book in their face.”
You snorted. “Not wrong there.”
The barista interrupted any other potential conversation when he dropped off two massive mugs.
“Two flat whites,” he said with a wink.
“Thanks Jimin,” you said brightly.
Instantly, Jimin’s face fell.
“I’m not Jimin here,” he hissed. “I’m Mesmer. God, _____, get it right for once.”
You rolled your eyes. “Okay, okay, Mesmer.”
“Thank you. Now don’t forget it.”
Jimin quickly rushed off to go help another customer, leaving you and Namjoon alone again.
“Why do we come here?” you asked.
“Because Jim-sorry-Mesmer is our friend,” Namjoon said wearily.
“He was your friend first. I only get dragged along for stuff.”
Namjoon grumbled something unintelligible before reaching into his backpack and pulling out his laptop. This cafe wasn’t the ideal place for studying, but the two of you went there out of loyalty for Jimin, who assumed the identity Mesmer while working.
The cafe was one of these New Age trendy places that kept popping all over the city in response to the increasing witch population. Everyone who worked there assumed some kind of new identity that seemed tied to magic. You didn’t really get it either.
Jimin definitely wasn’t someone you had planned on befriending. Come to think of it, you didn’t think Namjoon planned on it either. Just as Jungkook had saved you from childhood bullies, both you and Namjoon saved Jimin.
Nobody had an issue with Jimin being gay or the fact he occasionally wore dresses and knew how to do winged liner better than anyone you’d met. No, the problem they had was the fact that he was a werewolf that never grew.
The day you and Namjoon had saved him, the two of you had been walking to lunch, chatting about morning classes. The sound of a whipped dog whimpering caught your attention, and you ended up dragging Namjoon into an alley.
To your horror, four massive werewolves were beating up on someone much smaller than them. The second the bullies saw Namjoon, who happened to be an alpha, they took one look at him and ran off. What they left behind was largely a puddle of blood and what looked like raw hamburger meat.
“That’s a werewolf,” Namjoon gasped.
You looked at him, confusion written all over your face. “How can you tell?”
“The smell.”
You’d have to trust Namjoon on that, because the quivering mass in front of you didn’t look like much of anything at all. When you saw mass start to move and stand up, you jumped back. It startled you.
“H-h-h-he-he-help m-m-m-me,” it choked out.
In an instant, Namjoon was at the side of whoever this was and helped them up.
“Call an ambulance, _____,” Namjoon ordered.
Fumbling with your backpack, you pulled out your phone and typed in the number for emergency services. The dispatcher on the other end assured you that someone would be there soon.
It took several weeks for the mass in the alleyway to recover, but when it did, you found out that it was actually a he, named Jimin. From then on, Namjoon took him as a member of his pack. This didn’t stop the bullying completely, but it did help make things a lot easier for Jimin. Most werewolves took one whiff of Namjoon’s smell on Jimin and they went the other way.
From that moment on, the three of you had become friends. Even though sometimes Jimin drove the two of you up the wall with his antics, he was loved and supported no matter what. After he had recovered from being beat to an inch of his life, Jimin started to live with Namjoon so you saw a lot of them together.
“What’s the plan for today?” Namjoon asked, pulling you out of your memories.
You shrugged. “Tae’s coming over and we’re going to watch movies and play video games. At least, I think we will?”
“Sounds more fun than my night.”
“Why? What are you planning?”
Namjoon groaned, placing his head on the table. “I have a cataloging assignment and it’s a group project. My three other partners haven’t done anything so I’m probably going to get stuck doing everything.”
“Ouch.” You placed a hand on Namjoon’s back in an attempt to provide comfort.
“This shit was supposed to end in high school,” he continued. “Why do I still have shitty groupmates now?”
“Can you switch?”
“Project’s due in three days. My prof won’t let us.”
“Ouch,” you said once again.
Namjoon opened his mouth to say something else, but was cut off when your phone lit up, signalling you had received a text.
Jungkook: Where are you?
Glancing at the time at the top of your phone screen, you swore. It was past the time you said you’d be home.
“Shit! Sorry, Joon! I gotta go,” you said.
As quickly as you could, you downed the rest of your latte, and rushed off. Thankfully you hadn’t unpacked your backpack, so you were able to just sling it over your shoulder and go. The other good thing was that the apartment was extremely close to the cafe Jimin worked at.
You managed to get home in record time, and when you burst through the door, both Jungkook and Taehyung practically fell over from surprise.
“Sorry, I’m late,” you apologized. “Lost track of time. Was at Jimin’s cafe.”
Jungkook nodded. “No worries. You’re here now. How’s Jimin?”
“I’m pretty sure Jimin is fine, but I can’t be sure about Mesmer.”
“Oh! Does he work at that fancy place nearby?” Taehyung chimed in.
You nodded. “That’s the one.”
“Alright! Let’s get to enjoying our night!” Jungkook cheered.
You left your backpack on the floor and went to join the two werewolves on the couch. It was a bit of a tight fit but the three of you managed to make it work. Unfortunately, it didn’t stay civil for very long.
Taehyung and Jungkook kept egging each other on, while you focused on staying ahead in the racing game that was being played. They were practically shoving each other off the couch.
In order to stay safe, you moved to the nearby armchair, where no stray body parts could catch you by accident. It only took an instant for Jungkook to notice you were gone. He turned around, pouting.
“_____, why’d you leave?” he asked.
You rolled your eyes. “You two were killing each other over there. I’m quite happy right here.”
“I feel so unwanted.”
“Taehyung will love you.”
From beside Jungkook, Taehyung vigorously nodded. “I will always love you.”
To add to the impact of his statement, Taehyung grabbed onto Jungkook and pulled him into a giant bear hug. You suppressed your laughter as Jungkook let out a howl of rage once he realized what was going on.
Taehyung’s momentary distraction provided you the opportunity to send a blue shell at Jungkook’s character, sending it careening off the track.
“I’ve been betrayed!” Jungkook howled. “By my two best friends!”  
The doorbell ringing provided you the opportunity for a moment of relief from the two werewolves who had begun wrestling again in earnest. When you got up from the armchair, you were forced to duck out of the way of a wayward fist while Taehyung and Jimin roughhoused.
On the other side of the door, patiently waiting was the pizza delivery. The driver pulled out his card reader and you tapped your phone against it. When the little ding of affirmation resounded from the machine, you eagerly took the six boxes and shut the door behind you.
“Food’s here,” you called out.
From the living room, a crash could be heard, followed by two bodies scrambling to get up. You sped off to the kitchen before they could beat you to it so that the pizzas could actually be put onto the table for once.
When Jungkook and Taehyung appeared in the doorway, they got stuck trying to shove each other out of the way. You merely sighed and went to go get plates for the pizza while they worked things out.
“Are you two going to be okay? Do you need a room?” you called over your shoulder. “I feel like I’m intruding on something intimate.”
Instantly the two werewolves sprang away from each other. While Jungkook looked confused, Taehyung hung back looking longingly at his friend. The look was only there for a second before he schooled his face back into its usual goofy grin.
Your heart sank a bit for Taehyung. The two of you had commiserated on several occasions over your shared attraction to Jungkook who didn’t seem to have an interest in either of you. At least you were always able to console Taehyung with the fact that there was a Moon-chosen person out there for him. The same could not be said for you.
“Alright, let’s eat,” you said, breaking the tension.
Setting plates down on the table, you stepped back quickly enough so that the two werewolves could try to murder each other over the best pieces. There was a reason six pizzas had to be ordered. You’d only have maybe half of one. Even that might be split into two meals, depending on how the night went.
These two on the other hand were going to easily consume the other five and a half pizzas, while possibly wanting more.
“_____, aren’t you going to eat?” Jungkook asked with a pizza slice hanging from his mouth.
You nodded. “I will. I just prefer to avoid potential death when I try and get my dinner.”
The other two werewolves shrugged and went back to trying to shove each other out of the way for pizza. The one good thing about them finding mates, you decided, was that they might finally be civilized. For years now, you’d tried, and failed. Hopefully someone else could do what you couldn’t.
After a seemingly endless battle with each other, the two werewolves finally broke apart, and began walking back to the living room, laughing about some video game they played together. In these moments, it was so easy to imagine that they were just normal young guys. Not immortal beings who could turn into wolves at will. Sure they roughhoused a lot, but it wasn’t like they were trying to tear each other apart. Mostly. There was some plausible deniability.
You waited several more moments, just to make sure it was safe, before going to the table and grabbing some pizza for yourself.
“_____, come back,” Taehyung called.
Eagerly you took your food and rushed back to the living room where they had set up the pullout couch for movie watching purposes. There was an obvious space that had been left between them, which you assumed was for you. As if reading your mind, Jungkook confirmed it, and patted the space next to him.
“Come here,” he said. “We made room.”
It was a bit of effort to maneuver yourself into the space that had been made for you while also holding onto a plate of pizza. Somehow you managed to do it. Once you were comfortable, Jungkook immediately threw an arm around you and pulled you into him. He balanced his plate on his lap and ate with his free hand while the other stayed firmly around your waist.
Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Taehyung looking visibly uncomfortable and you felt bad. In an attempt to make this a little less awkward for him, you tried to move out of Jungkook’s hold, but he merely held on tighter. To make matters worse, Jungkook even leaned over and placed a kiss on the top of your head, taking a moment to deeply inhale your scent.
Taehyung coughed awkwardly. “So, what movie are we watching?”
“Oh! Let’s watch this horror movie,” Jungkook suggested. “It’s about this girl who inherits a family demon or whatever.”
“Oh! I’ve heard of it!”
It took Taehyung a minute to find the film and as soon as it loaded up, dread pooled in your stomach. Horror movies were absolutely not your thing. It wasn’t so bad in the moment, though you jumped at every little sound. The worst was after the fact, when you were alone in bed, imagining that the horrors from the film were coming to get you.
This movie wasn’t just scary, it was downright horrifying. Within minutes, your pizza was left untouched while you buried your face into whatever part of Jungkook you could reach. If it was this scary right away, you knew you wouldn’t be sleeping for weeks.
For the duration of the film, even though you couldn’t see it, you could hear everything in excruciating detail. It took very little imagination to figure out what was going on in the film. By the time the credits were rolling, you had burrowed behind Jungkook, shaking like a leaf.
“Alright, I’m heading out. I have stuff tomorrow,” Taehyung announced.
You raised a hand in farewell in the general direction that you thought Taehyung was located. His laughter could be heard as he left the apartment. A few moments after that, Jungkook gently dug you out and put you beside him on the pullout couch.
“You okay there, _____?” he asked.
You shook your head. “No. That movie was awful. Why would you do that?”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize it was so bad.”
“I’m not going to sleep for a week!”
Jungkook seemed to consider something for a moment, his eyes focusing on the ceiling.
“Why don’t you let me clean up here, and then we can sleep on the couch together,” he suggested. “Nobody will touch you with a werewolf around.”
This seemed like a fair compromise considering Jungkook was the cause of your distress in the first place.
“Okay,” you agreed. “Don’t take too long!”
Jungkook leaned over and placed a quick kiss to the top of your head before flashing a thumbs up, and rushing to the kitchen to clean everything. Alone in the living room, you pulled your knees to your chest and glared suspiciously at every shadow. All the normal little noises that came from simply living in an apartment caused you to jump.
Someone walking with heavy footsteps on the floor above turned into a demon on its way to find you. The sound of pipes creaking was a banshee about to warn you of your impending death. Everything was frightening.
“_____? You okay?”
Jungkook’s voice broke you out of your thoughts. When you looked up, he was watching you with an extremely concerned expression. He quickly crossed the short distance to the couch and climbed in. Blankets and pillows had been brought along to make this more comfortable.
It didn’t take long for the two of you to get settled. Jungkook wrapped his arms around you, and rubbed comforting circles into your back.
“Everything will be okay,” he soothed. “Everything will be fine.”
In his arms, you were able to easily drift off, feeling safer than ever.
When you woke up, the following morning, Jungkook was still holding you close, and you felt refreshed. This was the best sleep of your life. Not that you’d ever admit it to the other person on the couch with you. He’d never let you live it down.
As soon as he felt you stir, Jungkook woke up. He looked down at you and offered a soft smile.
“Morning, _____,” he said.
“Morning,” you mumbled.
Slowly, you and Jungkook separated from each other, and you immediately missed the warmth of him against your body.
“What do you want to do today?” Jungkook asked.
You shrugged. “Want to go out for breakfast?”
Instantly, Jungkook brightened. “I know just the place! They opened up recently and they do steak for breakfast.”
“Are there other things?”
“Yeah, but come on, _____, steak!”
You shook your head. “I’ll pass on that as a breakfast food, thanks.”
Jungkook shrugged. “Your loss. Come on! Get ready to go!”
With renewed vigour, Jungkook was up and rushing to get ready. You, on the other hand, slunk over to the bathroom and tried your best to hurry. A morning person, you were definitely not. By the time you had managed to wash your face and brush your teeth, Jungkook was already calling you from the doorway.
“Give me five minutes,” you called back.
“Hurry!” Jungkook whined. “I’m hungry!”
If you were within throwing range, you would have lobbed a pillow or something at him. Not that it would actually do anything, but it would make you feel a bit better. As tempting as it was to pout, go even slower, and be childish about the whole thing, you decided to behave.
If you didn’t get a move on, however, Jungkook would pick you up and carry you out of the apartment himself. Not wanting to push him to do this, you rushed out of the bathroom and got ready as quickly as possible. Even though it really didn’t take all that long, Jungkook was still huffing and puffing.
“You look like the Big Bad Wolf,” you teased.
Jungkook glared. “You would too if you were as hungry as I am!”
Biting your tongue, you just rolled your eyes at Jungkook instead, and walked out of the apartment before he could say anything else. As soon as the two of you were out of the building and on the street, the stares began. It had stopped bothering you a long time ago, and now you just accepted that people weren’t able to figure out why someone like you would be with someone like Jungkook. You were perfectly aware that he was too good for you.
At first, you did your best to ignore them, but at some point it became impossible. Once you got to that point, you decided to do something daring.
Taking Jungkook’s hand in yours, you laced your fingers with his, and moved a bit closer to him. He barely even registered the action. If people were going to stare, you figured you’d given them something to look at.
Even though being in any kind of a relationship with Jungkook was always going to be in the realm of fantasy for you, there was no harm in indulging a little bit. Especially when the man in question had no issues with it. He was always more than happy to hold your hand in public.
As if he could read your mind, Jungkook slowed down for a moment, and placed a kiss on the top of your head.
“I’ll be so sad one day, when you find someone,” Jungkook whispered.
He said it so softly that you doubt he intended you to hear. His words caught you off guard. Why would he be worried about something like that. There was a Moon-chosen mate out there, waiting for him. You were completely unnecessary.
Not sure how you’d even begin to address this with him, you decided that the best thing would be to pretend you’d never heard anything at all. It was the safest bet. For now, you were more than happy to just spend the day with Jungkook.
The hours passed by rather easily, and at some point, one of your friends asked if you would like to go clubbing. Having not been around other women in a while, you were more than happy to accept. A bit of girl time was needed to balance out all the testosterone you’d been subjected to recently.
When you and Jungkook returned home, you hurried to go get ready. It didn’t take long to find the perfect outfit for night out. You knew that some heads would definitely be turning tonight. Hopefully they were the kind that were good at making you forget about Jungkook, even if only temporarily.
The main part of the apartment was devoid of Jungkook’s presence. He must have gone to his room.
“Jungkook, I’m going out,” you called.
There was no response, but you didn’t think much of it. As you were about to put on shoes, Jungkook suddenly appeared. He did not look happy.
“What do you mean you’re going out?” Jungkook asked in a voice that was cold as ice.
You sighed. “I’m going clubbing with friends. You’re free to come along.”
At this, Jungkook turned up his nose. “I hate places like that. You know this. Besides, you shouldn’t be going anyways. It’s not safe.”
“Why do you care?”
“I don’t like seeing so many eyes on you. I hate how all those males look at you. Like you’re some kind of meat,” Jungkook spat.
The look he was giving you was enough to make your knees weak, and you began to become uncomfortably damp between your legs. A fact that hadn’t gone unnoticed by Jungkook. His nose twitched in response to the new scent in the air, but he otherwise remained stoic.
“Then what are you going to do about it?” you challenged.
Jungkook took two steps towards you. That was all it took to have you backed up against the wall.
“You’re not going,” Jungkook said simply. “I’m your alpha and what I say goes.”
You glared at him. “I’m not a werewolf and I’m not part of your pack so you can’t order me around. Doesn’t work.”
“Are you sure?”
Jungkook’s voice was dangerously low, and he placed his hands on your waist, pulling you into him.
“I think you should stay,” he said softly.
Your breath caught in your throat. He knew what kind of effect he had on you. Whenever he didn’t want you to do something, he’d do this. His one hand trailed it’s way down your skirt and began to play with the thin material of your underwear.
“I don’t think you’re in any state to go out tonight. You’d be such a perfect piece of prey,” Jungkook said softly.
Just as quickly as he had appeared, Jungkook stepped away, and disappeared into his room, leaving you a complete mess. This could only mean one thing: his heat was impending. For the most part, Jungkook really didn’t care what you did. When you were ovulating, he tended to say that you should probably stay home. It was only when his heat started to grow near, that he became possessive. You always figured it was because you were the only female around him and it was because he was an alpha. Jungkook had an instinctual desire to protect.
After a few moments, you picked yourself up and realized that you were definitely in no state to go clubbing with friends. If there were any werewolves there, they would pick you out in an instant and it wouldn’t be pretty. That was even more true if they were also nearing their heat. You doubted that most male werewolves would be able to have anywhere near the self-control Jungkook had.
With your mind made up to stay home, you send a quick text to one of your friends to explain you were going to have a night in because you weren’t feeling very well. She sent a very suggestive series of emojis and you replied with a rolling eye one. All of your friends were very aware of your feelings for Jungkook, and loved to tease you about it.
“Jungkook,” you called out. “Do you want to watch a movie or something?”
As if by teleportation, Jungkook appeared at your side, with phone in hand. He looked much more at ease than before.
“Pizza?” he asked.
You nodded. “Sure.”
While Jungkook dialled the nearby pizza place, you went to your room to get changed. Initially, you had been annoyed at Jungkook, but it was hard to stay mad at him when you knew he wasn’t fully in control of his own reactions right now.
Thankfully, the rest of the evening passed by with no other incidents. Not even when you mentioned going out with Namjoon at some point.
“We’re going to get coffee and study,” you explained.
Jungkook shrugged. “Whatever you want.”
“Are you sure?”
A look of confusion crossed Jungkook’s face.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” he asked.
“Because of the whole “clubbing incident” that happened less than an hour ago,” you said.
“Oh! Shit! Sorry, _____. I didn’t even… That was awful of me.”
You waved a hand dismissively. “It’s fine. I get it. Your heat is coming soon and you’re not totally yourself.”
Jungkook shook his head. “Yeah, my heat will be here soon, but that’s no excuse. I was a dick. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it, Kook.” You offered him a genuine smile. “Incident forgotten. Just don’t do it again.”
Much of the tension that had existed since the “clubbing incident”, as you had dubbed it, dissipated almost instantly. Things were much better now.
The following day, Jungkook was huffy and moody. He spent most of his time holed up in his room, avoiding anyone and everyone. His heat was definitely near.
“Jungkook, do you want food?” you called out.
“No,” Jungkook called back.
“You need to eat!”
“Don’t wanna.”
The childishness of this stage of his pre-heat always drove you insane. The only consolation you had was that it would all stop once he found his mate. When that happened, however, Jungkook would no longer be yours. He’d leave you to spend his immortal life with someone else and you’d be left alone. There was a reason why humans and werewolves tended to avoid spending time around each other.
Part of it was prejudice, but you realized that a big part of it was also the fact that if you weren’t a werewolf’s mate, heartbreak was inevitable. Unless someone was one of the rare humans that got lucky, and ended up mated to a werewolf, they’d end up growing older and eventually dying. The werewolf, on the other hand, stopped aging after they turned twenty-five and just kept living on indefinitely. That immortality was a gift few humans would ever be granted.
Before your wallowing could get bad, you were distracted by a text that appeared on your phone.
Jungkook: It started.
Two words, and yet they spoke volumes. Jungkook’s heat had come earlier than expected and you were worried. He still hadn’t found his mate, and he was one of the oldest werewolves you’d ever met who was unmated. At twenty-five, he was long past that age.
You: Tell me if you need anything.
The only response from Jungkook was a thumbs up emoji. You knew that he wouldn’t be sending anything more substantial for a while. At least not until his heat subsided a bit more and that could take a long time.
It had been days since much sound could be heard coming from Jungkook’s room, and you were worried. His heats were something you’d dealt with for years at this point, being his best friend and roommate. It was a normal part of the year, where, in April, Jungkook would hole up somewhere for a week or so and just deal with the experience on his own.
A system between the two of you had been devised to handle food. You would leave a plate in front of his room, and then scurry off before hiding in your own room to text him about the delivery. It wasn’t a perfect system and you needed to time it in the low periods of Jungkook’s heats when he was most clear-headed, but it was the best you had right now.
Based on your calendar, however, Jungkook’s heat should be over. Last year had been difficult on him and this year you had a feeling would be the same. He had yet to find his mate and you were getting worried. He was getting up in years and every single heat without a mate, after a certain age, was unbearable.
As much as you wanted to give him privacy, you wanted to make sure he was at least alive. It was taking a lot of willpower to force yourself to knock on his door. He hadn’t eaten lunch or dinner yesterday, and breakfast today was untouched as well. He had to be starving. All texts had also been ignored.
“Jungkook,” you called out while slamming your fist on the door. “Kook, are you alive in there?”
At first you could hear nothing in response, so you pressed your ear against the wood of the door. Heavy shuffling could be heard on the other side, followed by a strained panting.
“_____, you should go,” Jungkook gasped out. “Please.”
“I’m not going anywhere, Kook,” you insisted. “Not until you tell me what’s going on.”
“I… I can’t tell you.”
“It’s… not… fair… to… you…” Jungkook panted.
Every single word sounded like agony coming from him and your heart tore in two. The sweet werewolf you’d spent so much of your life around. He was your childhood best friend and the one you were hopelessly in love with. Even if nothing could come of it, you were stuck with these feelings.
“Jungkook, please talk to me. I trust you,” you said softly.
From under you, the door shifted just enough for Jungkook to be able to poke his head out. He looked like death warmed over. Even that was a generous description. He looked absolutely awful.
“Jungkook! You need to go to the hospital!” you exclaimed. “You’re dying!”
With great effort, Jungkook shook his head. “I’m not. Mostly. I’ll be fine.”
“Then what’s going on.”
“It’s been too… long… without… my… mate..”
At the last word, Jungkook looked ready to pass out from the sheer exertion of the effort he was putting into speaking. Your heart broke at the sight of him.
“Why don’t I go find her?” you asked. “Or him. It might be a him. Is it a him? I have no idea how I would even do this, but I’m willing to try for you, Jungkook. Just let me help you.”
“Stop!” Jungkook roared.
In an effort to get some space between the two of you, you took a few steps backwards. As much as you wanted to reason with him, Jungkook wasn’t in his right mind. Whatever he wanted, you’d be willing to provide if it meant he’d have an easier time getting past his heat.
Now that you were out of range of the door, instead of shutting it like you expected Jungkook to do, he instead opened it further and took a step forward. He was completely naked, and while you would have normally loved the chance to oggle him, now was not the time. Like the predator you knew he was, Jungkook stalked forward. Each footstep was heavy, as his body was weighed down with exhaustion. With each step forward he took, you moved backwards. This slow motion chase continued until your back was pressed against the nearest wall.
It took Jungkook a few more steps to catch up with you, his dark eyes never leaving yours. This was the most animalistic you’d seen him in over twenty years of friendship. When he finally stopped in front of you, he bent down so that he was eye level with you, hair hanging in front of his eyes in a way that did little to hide how dangerous he was at this moment.
Moving his head forward, Jungkook nosed at your neck, inhaling deeply. Goosebumps covered your skin as his nose ran along the sensitive skin of your neck.
“So sweet,” Jungkook said softly.
As much as you tried to resist the urge, your body had other plans. Wetness began to pool between your legs as your arousal began to build. The combination of Jungkook pressed against you and what he was currently doing was proving too much. Years of pining after him had taken their toll and you were willing to take whatever crumbs he threw your way. It was immediately apparent that Jungkook noticed when he stopped his scenting of your neck. A low growl resonated from his chest.
“You shouldn’t be tempting me,” Jungkook warned.
You tried your best to squirm away, but Jungkook’s hands shot out, placing themselves on either side of your waist. He pinned you tightly against the wall as he parted your thighs with his own.
“Such a bad girl,” Jungkook continued.
While one hand stayed firmly attached to your hip, the other trailed down your side, until it made its way to the waistband of your pyjama shorts. Jungkook made quick work of both those and your underwear. He simply tore them off of you in a motion that was so quick, you only realized it when you felt the cool air of the apartment on your bare skin. Glancing down, you saw the torn tatters of your clothes floating to the carpeted flooring.
Now that your lower half was completely exposed, Jungkook’s fingers made their way to your folds, parting them, and running his index finger along your centre.
“So wet,” Jungkook hissed. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”
Anything you were about to say died in your throat as soon as you saw the look in Jungkook’s eyes. He was feral at this point. Pupils blown with lust, he was practically salivating. Much to your relief, Jungkook stepped away, releasing you from the wall. This was only a temporary reprieve, as he knelt down and clamped your thighs in his hands, while shoving himself face first into your pussy.
You gasped at the feeling of his nose brushing your clit, as his tongue roughly lapped at all of your essence that was flooding from you at this point. Thankfully, Jungkook had a good grip on you, or else you would have instantly collapsed to the floor the second he got near you in this way.
One hand moved away from your thigh, while the other tightened its grip. Jungkook’s fingers were digging into the soft flesh of your thigh, and while you were sure it would have hurt under normal circumstances, you were far beyond the point of caring. Much to your embarrassment, this was the fastest you’d ever become so turned on, but you were willing to blame it on the fact that your painfully attractive best friend had his head shoved between your legs.
“Jungkook,” you whined out in an embarrassingly high pitched tone.
A deep laugh reverberated through him, the feeling of it vibrating against you, while the hand that had moved away from your thigh, made its way to your pussy. With no warning, Jungkook shoved two fingers in, stretching you out in a way that hurt so good, and began to pump them in and out at a bruising pace. Your body bucked in response, shoving yourself further onto his face. This seemed to delight Jungkook and he began to eat you out even more earnestly.
“Ah! Jungkook! I’m close!” you screamed out.
The combination of his fingers and his sinful mouth were enough to practically throw you over the edge. Instead of getting there slowly, over time, like you did with previous partners, you were flung out of a proverbial cannon.
Legs shaking so badly that it was a miracle even Jungkook could hold you up with his superhuman strength, your orgasm crashed into you a truck. A massive gush of your essence burst forth, coating Jungkook’s face with it, but you did not care one bit about that.
It took several long moments of Jungkook working you through the orgasm before you finally stopped shaking and were able to mostly stand straight. When he was sure that you weren’t going to fall over if he let go, Jungkook withdrew both his face and his fingers from your pussy. Despite your best efforts to try and show some self-control, you let out a whine at the loss of contact.
Jungkook stood up, never breaking eye contact as he did, while sucking all of your essence off his fingers. His face glistened, and he looked proud of himself. Unfortunately, you weren’t given much of a chance to bask in the sight of him this way, when reality set in. No matter how much you wanted this to continue, there was no way Jungkook could go any further. Things had already gone too far.
“Jungkook, this was a mistake,” you choked out.
Every word felt like shards of glass on your tongue, and the pain was only worsened when you saw the hurt on Jungkook’s face. The expression was on his face only momentarily, before being replaced by one of neutrality.
“I see. I’m sorry. It’ll never happen again,” Jungkook said stiffly.
Gone was your playful best friend. The one who would go on midnight excursions to all-day breakfast restaurants. The one who had tutored you in statistics for ten hours a day so that you wouldn’t fail the course. The one who dried every single tear you cried, and replaced them with kisses on your cheeks until you were left a giggling mess.
In his place was the alpha that Jungkook was meant to be. Everything about him exuded power and seriousness. Your body unconsciously shifted away from him, recognizing that he was still the predator and you were definitely his prey.
“Your mate, Kook,” you insisted. “You have a mate. You can only do things during your heat with your mate. I know you’re not thinking straight right now, but that’s okay. I can do it for both of us.”
Of all the reactions that you expected to see from Jungkook, him being nearly doubled over with laughter was not one of them. The shock didn’t last long when you realized that his expression had softened and he was only looking at you with so much love that your heart ached. You were dying to bask in the warmth of his affection. To run into his arms and beg him to stay with you.
No matter how much you wanted him, it could never be. When Jungkook took a step towards you, you went backwards again. This time, you didn’t have much space until your back hit the wall.
“You think I would want to touch someone who isn’t my mate right now?” Jungkook growled as he prowled towards you. “That I’d want to put my hands on anyone else right now? How poorly do you think of me, _____?”
Despite being terrified of your werewolf best friend, you couldn’t help but feel a bit combative.
“Well, then why are you doing anything with me?” you demanded. “I’ve been in love with you for years. I don’t need either of us getting hurt.”
That last bit came out completely unintentionally, and as soon as it registered in Jungkook’s ears, his expression changed to one of surprise for the briefest instant.
Once again, Jungkook was right in front of you again, pressing you against the wall.
“How stupid are you, _____?” he asked softly.
“Wha-what are you talking about?” you asked, while trying to shift away.
“You, you idiot, are my mate. Always have been.”
This time, your knees actually did give out from hearing Jungkook’s confession. He was quick to catch you, gently picking you up, and holding you tightly in his arms. You’d seen him throw a twelve hundred pound stag like it was nothing before. You must have been as light as a feather in his arms.
“You heard me right,” Jungkook affirmed. “You’re my mate.”
“I can’t be,” you argued. “I’m human.”
Amusement danced in Jungkook’s eyes. “The Moon doesn’t care about whether our mates are human or not. You’re going to be immortal either way. It’s how the bond words.”
Jungkook began to walk towards his bedroom, and before he could make it all the way through the doorway, he stopped, hesitating.
“That’s assuming you want any of this,” he said softly, suddenly sounding unsure. “Once the bond is in place, it can’t be taken back. You’re tied to me for the rest of your immortal life.”
You grabbed onto Jungkook’s face and pulled him close to yours, eliciting a small grunt of surprise from him. “You listen here, mister. I’ve been in love with you since we were five years old and you saved me from those bullies in kindergarten. So, I’m very much okay with being your mate. You hear me?”
Jungkook nodded vigorously. “Loud and clear.”
This was the permission Jungkook seemed to be waiting for, as he practically flew the remainder of the distance to the bed. Despite his eagerness, Jungkook lowered you to the bed with such gentleness that you were taken aback. From this vantage point, however, you were able to get a close look at him.
Jungkook’s skin was covered in a sheen of sweat, while his body trembled. If you weren’t paying close attention, you wouldn’t have noticed. From the way he was acting right now, you’d almost completely forgotten about the fact that he was in the middle of his heat. To exert so much self control must be absolute agony for Jungkook.
Hovering over you, Jungkook looked into your eyes. His expression held so much love for you. He was looking at you as if you had personally brought the moon and stars down for him.
“I love you, _____,” Jungkook whispered. “So much. I love you so much.”
For the first time that night, Jungkook kissed you. He pressed his lips to yours with such tenderness that you could have cried. You could feel the passion in his kiss, and all of the emotions that he had been holding back.
The time you two stayed there, kissing each other, could have been a few moments or it could have been hours. You’d have no way to know in Jungkook’s dark room. All that mattered was his body pressed against yours, and your mouths moving against each other in synch.
Despite the fact that Jungkook was an immortal being, he needed to breathe just as much as you did and the two of you pulled away from each other when the need for air became too oppressive. Jungkook looked down at you, a silent plea in his eyes.
“Please, _____,” he begged.
Despite not knowing what you were agreeing to, you nodded anyways, and Jungkook’s shoulders immediately sagged in relief. You felt one of his hands trail down your body until his fingers were parting your folds once again. The amount of time it took for you to become soaking wet again was embarrassingly fast. No other partner had this effect on you.
“I need to get you ready for me,” Jungkook explained softly. “It won’t be bad, I promise. The knot’s going to hurt though. I can’t lie to you about that.”
Merely mentioning his knot caused you to wince. You’d heard horror stories of knots causing massive amounts of damage to unsuspecting humans. Even for other werewolves on the receiving end of them, they were painful. You hoped that being Jungkook’s mate would make any difference at all how much this hurt. It was doubtful but you hoped to be proven wrong.
Slowly, Jungkook moved so that his cock was lined up with your entrance, and he moved his hand away. The bulbous tip of it brushed at your entrance, teasing you. Jungkook grabbed hold of his cock and ran it up and down along your folds.
“Jungkook,” you wined. “Don’t tease.”
“Ah, ah, _____,” Jungkook chided. “Only good girls get their alpha’s cock. Do you deserve it?”
You nodded vigorously. “Yes, please.”
Jungkook nodded approvingly, and he put his cock against your entrance again, pushing the tip in just a bit. He began to enter you, agonizingly slowly, but it gave you a chance to adjust to his size. As a werewolf, he was well-endowed, stretching you wonderfully. There was a slight burn as he continued to push in, but it was nothing compared to how good it felt to be filled by Jungkook.
It felt like an eternity before he was all the way in, and the strain on Jungkook was obvious. He was using so much self-control to avoid simply ravaging you. It was definitely appreciated as you wanted to keep your body intact as much as possible.
For a long time, Jungkook stood there, simply looking down at you with hunger in his eyes. He looked ready to devour you.
“My little human,” he said softly.
One hand was on your thigh, while the other found its way back to your pussy. Jungkook’s thumb ran small circles over your clit, causing you to push yourself further onto him. As much as he tried to contain it, Jungkook couldn’t help but laugh at you.
“Such a good girl. So eager for my cock,” Jungkook purred. “I’m going to move now.”
You nodded, at a complete loss for words. Gently at first, Jungkook began to thrust in and out. He began to pick up speed as he went until he could find a comfortable pace. Once he found it,  Jungkook lowered himself over you, keeping himself balanced on his elbows.
Unable to resist, you reached up and pulled him down all the way. For once, it was you that initiated the kiss. This seemed to please Jungkook. He let out a low hum as his lips moved against yours. It was a sound you knew well. It meant Jungkook was happy about something.
Pulling away, Jungkook looked down at you with absolute adoration.
“You’re all mine, _____,” he whispered. “All mine forever.”
“Only yours,” you confirmed.
“I’ve been waiting for so long.”
Before you could reply, Jungkook kissed you again. This time it was much more rough, a sign that his control was beginning to slip. From what you knew of werewolves, it was impressive that he had any self-control right now. It was just further proof that he was an alpha.
Needing to breathe, Jungkook pulled away. The feral desire was back in his eyes. All hints of softness that had been there moments before were gone.
“I’m going to take you properly now,” Jungkook grunted. “Breed you nice and good.”
You nodded, letting him know that it was alright. In one swift motion, without ever pulling out, Jungkook flipped you over so that you were on your knees, backside exposed to him. Even more impressive, Jungkook never broke the pace that he had set. Somehow continuing to thrust while also maneuvering you.
Once you were stable, the new pace Jungkook set was brutal. He was thrusting with abandon, slamming his hips into you. One hand reached over and began to play with your clit, urging you towards another orgasm. Being so focused on Jungkook, you hadn’t even been paying attention to your own arousal which has been steadily building. As soon as Jungkook touched your clit again, your walls clenched tightly around him, and he grunted at the squeeze.
Much to your shock, when you began squeezing Jungkook’s cock, it seemed to expand even more inside of you, creating an even tighter fit.
“So good,” Jungkook groaned. “You take me so good. I’ll fill you up, _____. Get you nice and bred. You’ll be full of my pups and everyone will know you’re mine.”
At his words, your pussy clenched even more tightly around Jungkook and his hips stuttered, unable to keep up the pace he had set. The thumb that was rubbing circles on your clit picked up speed, driving you closer to your orgasm. With a final thrust from Jungkook, you were sent tumbling headfirst over the edge, towards your orgasm.
Body shaking, Jungkook had to hold you still so that you wouldn’t topple over. Despite his support, it was too much, and you collapsed onto the bed in a shivering heap. This did little to deter Jungkook. Instead, it seemed to only urge him on more. With a few more thrusts, you felt the telltale sight of his release. It was just a small spurt of his essence at first. Almost immediately after, it was followed by a loud growl from Jungkook. His cock twitched violently within you before he coated your inner walls with his cum.
Jungkook continued to milk his orgasm long past the time you’d have thought he’d be done. Every time you thought he was finished, he released even more cum. You had no idea how it could all be contained within you. Despite this, you loved the feeling of it in you.
The enjoyment wasn’t meant to last. At first, it was a small feeling of tightness but it quickly began to build, and you realized that it was Jungkook’s knot inflating. It rapidly increased in size and you were sure you were going to be ripped in half from it. White, hot pain coursed through your body
“Jungkook! I can’t take it!” you screamed out.
A soothing hand ran along your back and Jungkook made soothing sounds to try and calm you down.
“It’s okay, it’ll be okay,” Jungkook said softly. “You can do it. You were made to take my knot.”
“I can’t do it,” you cried, tears pricking your eyes.
“Shh… shh… you can.”
As much as he wanted to provide you with more comfort, Jungkook was still milking his orgasm. The knot inhibited his movements, but cum still kept spurting from his cock. You could feel it leaking out and running down your thigh.
With a great shudder, Jungkook finally stilled. He gently moved the two of you so that your bodies were in a spooning position on the bed. Jungkook made sure to take great care to avoid hurting you by accidentally tugging on his knot.
“I’m so sorry,” Jungkook said softly as he peppered kisses against your shoulder. “I know it hurts now. It’ll feel better soon, I promise.”
You winced, very aware of the knot that was in you. “I highly doubt it.”
“It’s always the worst the first time. At least, that’s what I’ve been told.”
“How long does it last?”
Against your back, you could feel Jungkook shrug. “I’m not sure. It seems to just deflate on its own. Sometimes it can be a few minutes, other times a few hours. I think it’ll be a while since this is the first time and I’ve wanted you so badly.”
From within you, you could feel Jungkook’s still hard cock twitch, and it forced out a bit more cum out of you. At this, Jungkook let out a soft whine.
“I was hoping it would all stay,” he said, sounding disappointed. “I’ll just have to breed you again and again to make sure you’re carrying my pups.”
You turned your neck as much as you could to try and look at Jungkook. “Am I supposed to be pregnant after this?”
“After I’m done with you, you will be.”
His eyes darkened as he spoke and heat flooded your core. Your pussy clenched around his cock and Jungkook hissed.
“You like that don’t you, _____?” Jungkook asked. “Being full of my cum? Letting me breed you over and over again?”
You nodded. In response to his words, your body ground itself against Jungkook without realizing it. He grabbed onto your hips, holding you steady as he began to thrust in and and out, as much as his knot would allow. There wasn’t much movement at first, but slowly, Jungkook’s knot deflated just a bit. Not by much, but just enough for him to be able to thrust a bit more freely.
His momentum began to build and it was clear that he was only chasing his own high right now.
“_____, you take me so well,” Jungkook moaned. “My little human takes my cock so well. Look at you, all pretty and full of my cum.”
Your walls clenched around his cock and you felt the small spurt of cum that was quickly followed by a much larger release. Unlike before, when Jungkook couldn’t stop pounding you as he milked his orgasm, this time his thrusts were much slower as he lazily released all of his cum into you.
Just as before, there was a seemingly impossible amount of cum coating your walls. It pushed out some of what was inside you already, creating an even greater mess on the sheets. By this point, you didn’t care.
Once again, Jungkook’s knot inflated, but this time, instead of making you feel like it was ripping you in half, it was almost enjoyable. You liked the feeling of being so full of Jungkook.
“Naughty girl,” Jungkook playfully admonished you. “You did that on purpose. You just wanted more of my cum didn’t you?”
One of his arms wrapped lazily around your waist and Jungkook pulled you as close as he could.
“Are you okay?” he asked while nuzzling your neck. “Does my knot hurt again?”
You shook your head. “This time it didn’t.”
Jungkook breathed an audible sigh of relief. “Good. I’m glad.”
Without warning, Jungkook moved his hand away from your waist, and with his index finger, he collected some of the cum that was leaking out. You let out a small squeak of surprise at the sudden contact. Jungkook took his index finger and popped it into his mouth, making lewd noises as he sucked his finger clean.
“We taste so good together,” he moaned.
Once his finger was clean, Jungkook did it again. He continued to collect all of the cum that he could until it was all cleaned up. Every time he did, you could feel your pussy clench in arousal.
“You like that, _____?” Jungkook asked. “Maybe after my knot deflates, I’ll clean you up even better.”
“I’d like that,” you said, feeling lightheaded at the thought.
“I know you would. But do you know what I think you want more?”
Jungkook rolled your clit between his thumb and forefinger, eliciting a gasp from you. “I think you’d like it if I filled you up again. You’re so desperate for my cum after all.”
In response, you ground yourself against him, pushing his cock deeper into you.
“You know, you could just ask,” Jungkook teased.
Suddenly, you gasped when you felt Jungkook’s knot inflate even more. It burned and your body tried to move away from the feeling, but Jungkook held tightly to you. Soon, however, your focus was drawn to the fact that you could feel Jungkook cum inside you again. Nothing had happened to stimulate another release and you were confused.
“Kook,” you gasped out. “How?”
Jungkook shrugged. “I just love filling you up, over and over again.”
“I don’t think I can handle any more.”
“I think you can take more. I’ll clean up everything that comes out.”
True to his word, while his cock released even more cum into you, Jungkook began to eagerly clean up everything that was leaking out. He lewdly moaned every single time.
“I think you enjoy this more than anything,” you teased.
Jungkook shrugged, collecting one last mouthful. Just as he finished cleaning up his finger, he stiffened, going completely rigid. You were about to ask him what was happening, but before you could he wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling his face into your neck.
“It worked, I can feel it,” he whispered.
“What did?” you asked.
“I bred you. You’re pregnant. I can feel it.”
There was so much excitement and love in his voice, that you couldn’t help but lean into him, basking in his warmth. Much to your surprise, instead of feeling anxious and confused from a confession like this, it was happiness that you felt. A family with Jungkook. It was something you’d imagined for years but never dared to actually hope it would be a reality.
“Really?” you asked.
Jungkook nodded into your shoulder. “You’re going to look so beautiful. All round and full of my pups. You’ll be glowing like the goddess that you are.”
One of his massive hands came up your stomach and he rested it there, possessively. You placed one of your hands over his, giving his fingers a squeeze. Laying there on the bed with Jungkook, connected to him in the most intimate way possible, you began to look forward to the future you’d have with each other.
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theneondemonx · 3 months ago
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One Shot
▽ summary: you’ve never liked fuckboys, especially one Jeon Jungkook. But when you find yourself late at night playing a game of seven minutes in heaven with your college friends, things take a different turn.
▽ genre: porn with very little plot, college au
▽ pairings: fuckboy|jk x fem!reader
▽ words: 2192
▽ warnings: implied alcohol use, jk jerked off to your insta pics (y/n living the dream), oral sex (m receiving, deep throating), unprotected sex, lots of cum, dirty talk, nipple play, jk has a big dick
A chorus of ooohs filled the messy living room in which you and your friends were sitting in circle. It was late and most of the party guests had already gone back home, leaving just a small bunch of you and a pile of garbage all over the house. You would have gladly leave the place way earlier if it wasn’t for your best friend Se-mi, who you promised to drive back home. She insisted in staying longer to hit on Min Yoongi, one of your fellow classmates from the same major, but the guy seemed to barely notice. He might even been interested in her for all you knew: there was no way of telling, since he was always so introverted. The only person he spoke to was his disaster of a friend, Jeon Jungkook, the campus playboy.
How do they even get along? They have literally nothing in common.
And you knew this, since you had been often paired with Yoongi for some group projects during the years. The guy was cool. He was really smart and funny when you actually got to know him. He just didn’t open up easily. That’s why, even though you’ve had the opportunity to chat with him several times, you couldn’t really say you two were friends.
But back to the ooohs. The reason behind that childish reaction was to trace in the empty bottle of beer who had just stop spinning, pointing at you and the infamous Jeon Jungkook, who was having the time of his life – judging from the mischievous grin on his face.
You weren’t blind, you knew he was hot as fuck, but he was way too aware of his good looks and terribly overconfident. He was known to have slept with most girls on campus, and you were pretty sure he was more dedicated to keep his record than to actually graduate. Which, for a good student like you, was infuriating.
You had always found him annoying and obnoxious. And on top of that, you couldn’t figure out how girls seemed to fall for his cheesy lines every single time, throwing themselves at him like he was the only guy with a dick.
Sure, you didn’t really knew the guy, but in your opinion there wasn’t much to know about him. He was a cliché. And you couldn’t help but roll your eyes every time he tried to hit on you. Because he did. Of course he did. You were just his favorite type of prey: one that was not easy to catch.
“Well, you know the rules, guys. The closet is right at the end of the corridor. You have to stay in there for seven minutes. If you get out earlier, you have to kiss in front of everybody for the remaining time. And if you don’t get out.. well.. good for you.”
“Don’t worry, Jimin. Seven minutes are more than enough.” You said with a sarcastic tone, giving him a fake smile while you got up and adjusted your skirt.
Jungkook scoffed, getting up and leaning closer to your ear to talk in a low voice, but loud enough for the others to hear.
“You must have had some pretty lame sex if you think so. Hope I’ll change your mind.”
“You’re disgusting.”
And that’s how you found yourself sharing the tightest possible space with a known fuckboy like Jeon Jungkook.
As soon as you entered the closet, you pushed your back against one of the walls, folding your arms to your chest to make him understand in every possible way that you weren’t going to give into any of his shenanigans. Stupid move, since your shirt was a bit low-cut and that only made your tits pop up even more, looking like a four course meal to the blatant gaze of Jungkook.
“No class to run to this time, mh?” he immediately uttered, giving you a malicious smile while leaning with his shoulder against the door frame.
He rolled his eyes, darkened even more by the dim light of the small space you were both trapped in.
“Oh come on, do you really want to turn this game into seven minutes in hell? You don’t necessarily have to be a mood killer.”
“I just don’t like you, Jungkook. I know you are not used to hear it, but that’s just how it is.”
Your comeback didn’t seem to affect him at all. If anything, he just made him chuckle and slightly shake his head.
Seriously? You are that full of yourself?
“Ok, so it’s another Y/L/N Y/N who liked my photo at the gym from three years ago and then changed her whole profile in a ridiculous attempt to hide it.”
Your eyes widened and your cheeks turned suddenly red. You got caught.
“It was a mistake.” You tried to explain yourself, knowing too well that there was nothing you could say to go back from that.
He raised his eyebrow, looking straight at you from underneath his eyelashes.
“You scrolled through all my Instagram profile by mistake?”
No you didn’t. You just got curious. That’s the kind of shit you did at three in the morning when you couldn’t sleep. You just find yourself looking for weird stuff on the internet and scrolling through profiles of people you barely knew for no apparent reason. It was just a bonus point the fact that Jungkook’s profile was full of pictures of his body sculped by the gods. Sure, you were annoyed by his attitude, but you were still a woman.
“And you did it so very late at night, if I might add.” He said, taking a step forward towards you. “What were you doing, Y/N? Looking for something interesting?”
You blushed so hard that you were pretty sure he could see the redness in your cheeks even despite the poor lighting in the closet. But you couldn’t help but stare at him in the eyes like a deer caught in headlights, unable to look away from his hypnotic gaze.
“I wasn’t.” You murmured, defensively.
“You don’t have to feel ashamed, you know? I was awake too – thank God, if I might add. I would have missed it otherwise. I would have found myself locked out of that mysterious profile, unable to look at your cute pictures.” He paused, leaning way too close to your face. “Don’t tell anyone, but I had some fun with those.”
Normally, you would have told him that he was sickening, but for some reason you felt a pleasant warmth irradiating in your belly. You couldn’t help but picture him jerking off to your photos, and it wasn’t sickening at all. If anything, it was weirdly enticing.
He rested his palm on the wall, right next to your face, and looked down at your body like he was ready to devour it in one bite.
“I recognized the skirt, you know?”
You didn’t remember wearing it in one of your pictures, but it was plausible: that skirt was one of your favorites. Cute and short, but not too revealing.
“Well, I hope you saved the picture, because that’s all you’re gonna get.”
This was your response, when you actually found the courage to talk. But your voice was so low and shaky that you found it hard yourself to believe your own words. Of course he didn’t fall for it.
“Are you sure?”
You bit your lip, nodding in a last ridiculous attempt to give yourself a standoffish look, which again he didn’t buy at all.
He got even closer, slightly pressing his body against yours until your heavy breaths were melting into one another and you could feel his hardness on your stomach.
You did not respond. You were brain dead. All you could feel was your core painfully clenching around nothing and your blood flowing down to your lower belly, emptying your head of any thought beside those filled with the desire to feel his body.
“Mh.. okay..” he said, gently resting his hand on your thigh and starting to go further up with an excruciating slow pace. “So you don’t like this.”
It wasn’t a question, but it was clear he was looking for a reply you were unable to give. A soft moan escaped your lips at his gentle touch, which you didn’t move away from. A silent green light for him to go even further up, taking his caress under the hem of your skirt until his digits were brushing the damp fabric of your underwear.
“You want me to stop, Y/N?”
His words were a mere whisper against your lips to which you couldn't help but faintly gasp.
“No.” You found yourself saying, right before being cut off by the kiss he gave you, pressing his lips against yours and spreading them open for his tongue to enter your mouth.
You moaned, melting like pudding against his body while his fingers started drawing slow circles on your sensitive clit.
“For someone who finds me disgusting you got yourself soaking wet pretty fast, princess.”
His provocative words only got you wetter and needier, pushing you to the edge of your psychological barricade. Your hands rushed to his belt, unbuckling it with fast and sloppy movements until you could zip down his jeans, letting his hard cock spring free in front of you.
Fuck he’s big.
He seemed to have somehow read your thoughts in your eyes, since he chuckled, guiding your hand to wrap around his width and slightly moving it up and down while letting out a raspy moan.
“Are you gonna be a good girl and take me in your mouth, princess?”
You licked your lips, looking up at him with your eyes filled with lust while you slowly got to your knees. You never broke eye contact, pumping him slowly but steadily before swirling your tongue around the tip of his cock, covered with precum.
“Tastes good?”
“Mhmh.” You nodded with a mischievous smile on your face.
Your mouth soon wrapped around his cock, taking it all in until you started gaggin a bit for the length. A reaction which made him moan loudly and grab your hair, steadying his grip in order to guide your head in the increasing pace.
“Fuck your mouth feels so good.”
“You like it? Is this what you pictured while jerking off to my photos?” You said during a small pause, not even giving him the time to respond with anything but a loud moan, since you immediately got back to deep throating his cock like it was your last meal.
“Fuck I’m close.”
Those words only made you move faster, keeping your eyes locked with his to take in every ounce of pleasure you could get from him. And at that point there wasn’t much he could do to hold back. You suddenly felt his hot semen spilling down your throat.
However, you only had the time to swallow before he leaned down, wrapping his arm around your waist and lifting you up with ridiculous ease.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, letting him push you against the wall and move your wet panties to the side to sink deep inside your throbbing core.
You let out a sharp moan, welcoming his size between your tight walls with pleasurable pain. One of his hands got under your shirt and bra, squeezing your breast and tracing circles with his thumb on your hard nipple.
“Look at you. You got so wet just by sucking my cock, baby?”
His words were again a lustful whisper against your parted lips, but you were unable to respond – your voice cut by the deep thrusts he was torturing you with. You were sure, however, that the lewd sounds of your wetness were enough of an answer to him.
“Such a pretty little slut. What are you gonna tell the others when they’ll see my cum dripping down your thighs?”
You moaned loudly, helping his pace with the movements of your own hips to take him even deeper.
“I’m gonna tell them that this lame sex little slut made you come twice in a row.”
He groaned, thrusting harder in you.
“You are so fucking hot.”
The pace got quicker and quicker until you found yourself out of breath, calling his name in between moans while your legs started shivering, signaling your forthcoming orgasm. And when it came, it hit you like a train, making you grab his hair and moan loudly while your walls clenched around his cock. You felt him twitch inside you until he sank deep with sloppy thrusts, releasing his orgasm inside you with a raspy moan.
You two took some moments to relax your racing heartbeats, leaning against each other's forehead with eyes closed and heavy breaths.
When you felt again capable of speaking, you let out a pretty laugh, pressing your palm against his cheek.
“Hope this memory will serve you well for your future lonely nights.”
He laughed, caressing your nose with the tip of his.
“Trust me, this won’t stay in the past.”
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jessikahathaway · 4 days ago
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Again, another banner made by yours truly.
But this little baby has been in my wips for probably two and half years so please take it easy if you notice a change in writing style.
But I hope you enjoy it regardless!
Pairing: Jeon Jungkook X Reader
Genre: College!AU, Theatre!AU, Romance, Smut.
Warnings: Profanity, drunken escapades (not like bad, kookie just drinks and is a little disorderly), smut in the forms of: Oral (f receiving), protected sex (it's possible in my writing), dirty talk, Sir usage, Dom!Jungkook, Sub!Reader, Virgin!Reader, Fuckboy jungkook. (If I forgot anything please let me know!)
Words: 20.7k (Haha, I can do it you see).
“For the final project of this class, the entire theatre class will be putting on a production of the classic Shakespearean play, The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet. You will be graded on your performance and cooperation with fellow classmates. As well as your delivery of your lines and dedication to the role,” your teacher droned on.
This was what you had been waiting for since the semester began. Seeing as how you were one of the few Performing Arts majors in the class. The only other one being your friend Taehyung, who was equally excited at the announcement. The rest of the class groaned in annoyance. The thought of having to be in a play in a drama class somehow putting them off.
“Now, we’ve placed all the male roles into one hat and the female roles in another hat. My TA’s will be coming around and you will be selecting your roles at random. No switching, I’ll know if you do. Rina, Jin, please pass out the roles and take yours as well,” Mrs. Abernathy announced.
“Who do you want to get?” Taehyung asked as everyone began selecting their roles.
“Probably Lady Capulet or someone like that. There aren’t that many large roles, for females anyways. I’d die if I was Nurse or someone like that,” you joked.
“I’d like to be Mercutio or Benvolio, one of the Montagues,” Taehyung mused. You nodded in agreement. Taehyung would suit either role he suggested. He had a very youthful air to him on stage, perhaps he would fit Mercutio the best.
When the last of the characters were being passed out, a large bang came from the door. Mrs. Abernathy rolled her eyes and stood from the front of the stage to the doors. The push handle clanged awkwardly as the aged wood revealed Jeon Jungkook. Resident fuck boy and religious party goer.
He actually showed up today, imagine that. Perhaps the idea of failing the class finally sunk into his thick, coconut skull.
“Dude looks like he had sex with a tornado,” Taehyung commented as he took his role from the hat.
“The bigger University on the other side of town had a massive party last night, what else did you expect from the Jeon Jungkook?” you teased. Taehyung snickered and Jungkook gave a lazy smile to Mrs. Abernathy as he no doubt tried to charm his way out of another knock to his participation grade.
“Dude! I got Benvolio, sick,” Taehyung smiled brightly.
“That’s awesome, you’re gonna do amazing,” you grinned, smacking his shoulder.
“Y/N, you have to pick a name,” Rina said, holding the hat out to you.
“Well there’s only one piece left so, let’s hope for the best,” you said, reaching your hand in.
Jin had made his way over to Jungkook and held out the scrap of paper towards him. “It’s your role,” he explained.
“Role for what?”
You scoffed and Jungkook turned his attention to you.
“Our final grade. We have to put on a performance of the Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet,” you chastised.
“Oh shit, that blows,” he announced. A few classmates laughed, but most just remained silent.
“Mr. Jeon, you’ve already disrupted us with your tardiness. Snide remarks aside, why don’t you tell the class who you’ll be portraying?”
Jungkook took the paper Jin handed to him and he unraveled it slowly.
You were going to laugh if it said Peter or Tybalt. Both roles suited him perfectly.
“The role, Mr. Jeon?”
“Romeo Montague,” he said.
The whole room went deathly quiet.
“Are you fucking kidding me? A part of our grade rests on that fucker?” Taehyung whispered to you.
“I feel bad for the girl who has to play Juliet,” you said. Taehyung nodded in agreement.
“Well congratulations, Mr. Jeon. You have the honor of playing one of our famous star crossed lovers. Would the young lady portraying Juliet please raise her hand?” Mrs. Abernathy scanned the crowd. You were otherwise preoccupied, opening the folded paper with patience.
Juliet Capulet.
“What the fuck?” you exclaimed, standing up in horror.
“Miss Y/N!” You immediately shut up and sat down, biting your lip in embarrassment. The last thing you needed was attention.
“You should raise your hand, you’ve got the leading lady,” Taehyung stated. With a mute nod you raised your hand above your head.
“Disregarding your outburst, I am pleased to know that you are our leading lady, Miss Y/N. Jungkook, she is the best student in this class so I expect you to model yourself after her,” Mrs. Abernathy said.
“You got it,” he said, resting his eyes on you like a lion on a giselle. You bit your lip harder and tried to keep your annoying biological responses at bay.
“I’m so fucked.”
The rest of class passed by without much of a problem. Taehyung had to keep you in your seat most of the class, due to the fact you had to have the campus man whore as your partner for this masterpiece. The words of Shakespeare are wasted on him.
As the clock ticked into place, Mrs. Abernathy dismissed you. Taehyung was gathering his things when you saw Jungkook slip out of class unnoticed.
“Oh that sneaky bitch!” you whispered, rushing after him.
You made it into the hall and found Jungkook talking to a girl. She was beautiful, there was no denying that. She smiled so brightly when he spoke to her, you wondered what he could be saying that would make her so happy.
“Jungkook!” you yelled in a girlytone.
The beautiful specimen before him gave you an odd look then back to Jungkook. She gave him a disgusted grimace before stalking away with her perfect looking legs.
“Why did you do that?” he asked as you approached.
“Cause, we’re going to be busy for the next three months working on this performance project. No time to be getting distracted with members of the opposite sex. Or the same sex, whatever floats your boat,” you stated. Jungkook rolled his eyes.
“Look, I appreciate that you’re here cause you want me to succeed or whatever-”
“What the fuck are you smoking?” you asked, giving him a confused expression.
“Huh? Is that not why you’re here? Because you want to help the lost puppy?” he said, gesturing to himself.
You looked at him for a moment before bursting into hysterics. Jungkook looked at you with mild confusion and concern as he watched your form shake with laughter. Tears were welling up in your eyes with how hard you were laughing at his statement.
“Dude, if it wasn’t for all of our grades riding on this performance I would find it tremendously amusing to watch you crash and burn. However, if you had shown up on time, you would’ve heard our grading scale,” you said, wiping some tears away.
“Grading scale? Thought we just had to put on the performance?”
You sighed and shook your head. “Jungkook, if you really think Mrs. Abernathy would roll over and give us our grade on a silver platter then you truly have been smoking the entire semester. We’re graded on cooperation, performance, delivery and dedication. If you fuck up in any part of this, it reflects badly on all of our performance grades. If one leg of the table gets kicked out, then the rest of the legs are weakened,” you said, giving an example for good measure.
“You think I care?”
You were stunned.
“Do you truly think so little of everyone else that our final grades and futures mean nothing to you?” you stated for confirmation.
“Listen babe,” he said, leaning against the pillar. “I’ve got a thousand other things I’d rather be doing than sitting in the library with a bunch of virgins reading Shakespeare,” he announced.
“There’s no way someone could be that cruel. Jeon Jungkook, I want you to prove me wrong. We’re all meeting in the library tomorrow night around eight for a short rehearsal. Taehyung bet me twenty bucks you weren’t going to show,” you said.
“Looks like you’re going to be out twenty bucks,” he said, standing and beginning to walk away.
“H-How could I change your mind?” you asked, hoping that you sounded more confident than you felt. Jungkook’s frame stilled, before turning quickly.
“Change my mind? Oh, well... I guess since I lost my fuck for the night, you could replace her and I’ll be more than happy to show up tomorrow night,” he said, walking closer.
“W-what? Are you serious?” you asked as Jungkook managed to trap you against the very pillar he was leaning against earlier. He eyed you up and down, then looked into your eyes for a moment. Your breath caught and you tried to look away...
However, it was no use. Jungkook was a fuck boy for a reason... He was God damn beautiful to behold. Forget beauty being in the eye of the beholder. Anyone who didn’t think he was a piece of fucking art was blind.
“Maybe not, don’t really like stiff girls in bed,” he said, throwing a wink in for good measure. With that he was away from you and the air seemed to thin. You were panting ever so slightly, which made you even more ashamed.
“You’re truly an asshole Jeon Jungkook... And you haven’t changed at all,” you whispered, turning to walk back into the classroom.
Entering the library, Namjoon was the first to greet you as you all congregated around the tabled section of the room.
“Hey guys, have either of you seen Jungkook?” he asked, looking towards the doors. You scoffed and shook your head.
“He was very set in not showing his face here tonight,” you said with a bitter tone.
“Even if all of our grades depend on it?” Namjoon said with an incredulous look on his face.
“And we don’t have understudies, so, we’re genuinely fucked if Romeo doesn’t show up for Romeo and Juliet,” Taehyung groaned.
“Peace dear Benvolio, for we shall await Romeo in his tardiness,” you joked. Taehyung managed to crack a smile before the rest of you went to sit down.
The night dragged on and Jungkook showed no sign of turning up.
Everyone seemed to relax into their roles and reading became rather even, you were feeling rather confident...
Until a certain drunkard disrupted the scene.
“Jullllietttt,” Jungkook’s tipsy tone rang out.
“Ah, come on man,” Jimin said, looking up from his role as Count Paris.
“I’m here to rehearse, y’know, shaking spear or something,” he said, rubbing his eyes.
“Dude he’s fucking wasted,” Namjoon groaned.
“Taehyung, you might want to hold my hands down or get a camera out before I beat his ass,” you growled.
“What was all that talk about peace earlier?” Taehyung questioned as he grabbed your hand.
“Ooooh, look! Juliet!” Jungkook announced, turning to you.
“You might not want to get close to her,” Taehyung warned with a teasing tone.
“But she is my lady and my bride! Do I not have rights to see my beloved?”
Seokjin approached and finally grabbed a hold of Jungkook by the wrist.
“Jungkook, you’re drunk. We need to get you home and in bed before you do something you’ll regret,” he warned. Jungkook simply grinned.
“Do you think I haven’t done enough to regret already? Why do you think I’m drunk?” The room got quiet and Seokjin cleared his throat.
“Come on, Jungkook. Let’s get you home,” Jin said.
“Parting is such sweet sorrow,” Jungkook whispered, looking at you before stumbling out with Jin. The room was deathly quiet. However, everyone soon was over their shock and began to collect their items.
You couldn’t figure out why, but your heart was racing.
* * *
The next morning you found a very hungover Jungkook standing outside of the auditorium. He had sunglasses on and a black hoodie, making him look like the depiction of a My Chemical Romance fan from 2009. You sighed and attempted to walk past him, before his hand snatched your wrist.
“Hey,” he whispered, throat obviously dry from the mass amounts of drinking.
“You sound, smell and look like shit Jeon. What?” you asked, taking your wrist back from the warmth of his palm.
“So, uh... When would the next rehearsal be? S-so I know to avoid it, obviously,” he stated, horribly might you add.
“Jungkook, I honestly don’t know who you think I am but this is the worst attempt at subtlety I’ve ever seen in my life,” you muttered, rubbing your forehead.
“Fine, maybe I want to come and watch you all recite stupid shakespeare to each other for two hours,” he defended.
“I can literally feel my brain cells dying from this conversation, goodbye Jungkook,” you said, going to head into the room when he gripped your shoulder and pushed you against the cafeteria doors, out of sight from the auditorium.
Your heart leapt to your throat as he took off his sunglasses and revealed a deep, purpling bruise that made your stomach shift uncomfortably. Slowly, you lifted your hand to grazed his wounded flesh, before you caught your slight of hand. Brushing it off and pushing him away, you steeled your nerves.
“What the fuck has gotten into you? You’ve barely paid attention to me, any of us for the past four years, why change that now, Jungkook?” you asked, thinking back on his absence in classes and mainly sarcastic comments directed at others than yourself.
“I fucked up,” he whispered, looking down at your feet.
“On what?” you asked, wondering what any of this had to do with you.
“M-My scholarship for this school. If I fuck up another class, then I’m out. Done. Game over. My mom would be devastated if it happened, I can’t... Not to her,” he sighed. “I fucked it up, so I wanna fix it. But I can’t do it alone. My other classes it was a matter of showing up and actually doing shit. But this one, this one requires everyone, and I treated it like a game,” he said.
“You did, so why are you asking for help now? After all that you said to us, do you really think that any of us would help you?” you questioned.
“You always helped people back in highschool... Even if they didn’t deserve it, I remember,” Jungkook announced.
You swallowed thick. He did recall your weakness.
Watching others suffer made you sick. If there was something you could do in your power, it would be done. You never left someone behind, ever. He caught you out.
“I’m not like I was in highschool,” you tried, not even believing your own voice.
“Maybe not entirely, but moral integrity doesn’t change easily,” Jungkook reminded, sounded wiser than usual.
“I-I said-”
“You said it to me, back in the day when I believed I was nothing and treated everyone else like nothing. But I’ve attempted to change. Not that I’ve been wholly successful, but a try is a try right? So, give me a chance. Please, I don’t want to lose the one good thing I have going for me,” he pleaded.
“Jungkook,” you started.
“I’ll give you everything I’ve got, I promise to take it seriously. Just, work with me,” he begged.
“Yes! Thanks! I’ll see you guys at the next rehearsal-”
You yelled but he was already down the hall and too far away from your voice. You couldn’t help but feel played. He knew your weakness and exploited it to get what he wanted.
No, moral integrity took great effort to change. However, that relies on the person having morals to begin with.
* * *
That night as home, Taehyung sat on your couch eating your Doritos like the motherfucker he was.
“Tae, I don’t recall saying help yourself to my fucking Doritos,” you growled from the small kitchen.
“I recall you being a bitch about your food so I decided to scavenge and found a gold mine. Sorry you’re just now noticing,” he retorted. You frowned at his logic and decided to let it be. If you didn’t the sassy bitch would never forget it.
“Be that way,” you pouted, grabbing your freshly brewed coffee in a cracked mug. But it would have to do, because drinking coffee at 11:30 at night out of a bowl is pretty degrading.
Taehyung had originally come over to help you practice your lines and then do- “help” you with your algebra 2 homework... However, he’d more than likely get frustrated with your lack of understanding and do it for you. At least, that’s what you were banking on.
“Do you think Jungkook will show up on Thursday?” he asked, out of the blue as you sat down next to him.
“I fairly certain he made himself clear,” you stated, the conversation from earlier still not sitting well with you.
“I just can’t believe that someone could be that much of a dick! Like, for real. How many people have fucked him over in his life that he feels the need to fuck this many over now? I wanna kick him in his spleen,” Taehyung declared.
“Spleen huh? Odd place to kick,” you said.
“Bet he couldn’t find his spleen,” he huffed.
“Can you find yours?” you asked. Taehyung whined and shoved your shoulder before laying down on the couch.
“I hope he proves us wrong about him though,” Taehyung whispered, absentmindedly.
“Me too,” you breathed.
* * *
Wednesday night rolled around, you stood at your counter in the library where you volunteered. Honestly, it was free Wifi and putting books away half the time. That wasn’t such a bad gig. However, tonight was especially slow, and your mind was beginning to numb itself.
You hadn’t seen anybody come in the library for the past two hours, as it was reaching the late moments of the night. The time when people curled into their beds and fell into the blissful escape of sleep. Yet, here you were, caffeine fueled delirium sat behind the desk with dark circles that enslaved your features.
Trying to study your lines while keeping yourself awake was proving to be difficult.
Especially when the sounds started. It wasn’t frequent and there didn’t seem to be any kind of rhythm to it, but it was there most definitely.
And it was pissing you off beyond belief.
What made you furious was the next sound.
“Ah, Jungkook!” a girl’s voice mewled from towards the back.
“Shh!” A hurried whisper responded.
Oh that fucking degenerate.
You shoved your desk chair back and stormed towards the nonfiction section. When you arrived, there Jungkook was, his hands down an undergrad skirt and his tongue down her throat. You crossed your arms and stuck your tongue in your cheek out of irritation.
“Excuse me,” you announced yourself. The girl pulled away and looked like a poor deer caught in headlights. Obviously, it wasn’t her idea to get frisky in the library at almost midnight.
“O-Oh! I’m so sorry!” she yelped, bowing her head frantically.
“Sup, Y/N?” Jungkook said, pushing his hair back off his forehead.
“As much as I appreciate the fact that you’re showing the nonfiction books some kind of action, this isn’t what we meant,” you stated.
“Unfortunately we misunderstood,” he quipped.
“You’re fine, just go home dear,” you said to the panicked younger woman. She nodded before adjusting her skirt and collecting her purse and running out of the library.
“Yet another fuck you’ve lost for me, I’m going to expect reimbursement,” he smirked.
“Oh spare me,” you said, rolling your eyes. “What are you doing in the library with a girl? Thought your scholarships were at risk?” you bit back.
“Two tests today that I aced thanks to that young lady, I was just repaying her for her tutoring skills,” he winked. You resisted the urge to slap him, rubbing your temples to ease the dull ache that was appearing.
“Jungkook, I don’t care what you do in your free time. Dick down all the girls or guys you want, but not in the fucking library,” you growled.
“You just called it a fucking library, don’t give me ideas,” Jungkook warned.
“Listen, if you take furthering your education as a joke then so be it. But a majority of us here don’t, so don’t fuck with other people and pester them. Don’t get them in trouble because of your weird voyeuristic fetish. Get out or actually study something,” you said before turning to walk away.
“Are you available for study?” he tested.
“Depends, can I cut you open and see what happened to the brain in your skull, if it’s still there?” you questioned.
“So feisty, but perhaps I should clarify. I need help with my lines, are you available for study sessions? I recall you saying you’d help me.”
“First, you refused to take responsibility for your role as Romeo, then you exploit a weakness of mine to get what you want, then I catch you in the library attempting to get at it with a lowerclassmen, and now you ask for my help... Honestly, is there a brain in your head or is it just sort of... empty?”
Jungkook chuckled before coming closer, towering over you in an intimidating fashion. You felt fear spike into your throat. What was he doing?
“If you want an apology for my behavior, you can have one. I’m sorry I was a prick and put my wants over the common good, and am now only trying to do right by it because my future was threatened by my actions. However, did I not say I would give it my best shot? I meant that, but you’re helping everyone else but me... That seems a smidge like bias if I’ve ever seen it,” Jungkook tutted.
“Rehearsal is tomorrow night if you want-”
“Not my scene,” he joked softly. “No, I want private lessons from you, Miss Teacher’s Pet. Because you’re the best, and I want the best,” he sighed.
“You’re so fucking egotistical, if you think that statement will make me more willing to aid you, then you have lost your damn mind. No, Jungkook. I’ll help you like everyone else, at practice,” you stated firmly.
He leaned back and sighed, running his hand through his hair.
“What would it take to change your mind?” he offered, raising an eyebrow.
“I’m serious, I’ll give you anything you want if you just tutor me privately,” he said, speaking in earnest.
“Why do you want me to tutor you so bad? Isn’t there a sluttier underclassmen you could seduce to read Romeo and Juliet with you?” you said impatient.
“Nah, I’d get distracted. With you, I know none of my charms work, so it’s easier because then you won’t be begging for me before we’re halfway through an act,” he explained.
“Oh my God-”
“Jungkook is fine,” he teased.
“Fine, if you want me to tutor you privately then so be it. But, in exchange I need your dedication,” you started.
“Ah ah, you didn’t let me finish Jeon,” you warned.
“You want dedication you’ve got it! Not a problem!” he said.
“No sex, hook ups or parties until the final curtain of our performance. You can have sex with whatever after that. But you are easily distracted by women, booze and overall debauchery. So to curb that, if you want me to tutor you, you’ll follow that rule,” you announced.
Jungkook paled. The sight made you want to laugh. “Y-You’re not serious right? This is just a sick joke,” he asked.
“The only sick joke is the fact you think I’m kidding. I’m serious Jungkook, you’ll only get distracted by all of that. It’s two months,” you soothed.
“My dick will fall off! Can I at least get like blow jobs or something like that?” he pleaded.
“I think I made myself clear,” you stated.
“Jesus fuck, don’t you know how bad that’s gonna suck? Seriously, blue balls will be a worse distraction!” he complained.
“W-well I’m sure you’ll live,” you stated, flushing. Jungkook seemed to examine you closer before breaking into a wide grin.
“Are you a virgin?” he asked, getting closer.
“N-No,” you lied. “And it’s none of your business anyways. Do we have a deal or not?” you asked. Jungkook sighed before nodding.
“You drive a hard bargain, Y/N, but a deal you have. I won’t dick down the campus until after the final curtain. And you’ll tutor me privately?” he said, sticking his hand out. You pushed it away before looking him in the eye.
“I promise.”
* * *
“I can’t believe that you agreed to do something so nice for that fucking asshole,” Taehyung whined as you two walked through the grocery store.
“Because, the guy needs to know what it’s like to work hard for something. Trust me, I’m not going to make it easy for him,” you snarled. “The fucker is going to pay for acting like an entitled piece of shit,” you said.
“But, if you hate his guts so much, don’t you think that’s going to show in your performance?” Taehyung questioned, heading towards the chips. Smacking his hands you shook your head.
“I am an incredible actress thank you very much,” you stated, reaching for the ramyeon packages on the shelves.
“Are you seriously buying more of those sodium bombs? You’re already salty enough as it is,” Taehyung declared.
“Coming from the one who doesn’t pay my rent and doesn’t pay for my groceries and still manages to eat a majority of my food,” you growled. Taehyung bowed his head out of fear then pouted.
“Can you at least get the chicken ones?” he begged.
“Are you kidding? I’m no sadist,” you said, throwing the chicken packages into the cart.
Taehyung seemed appeased.
The rest of the trip seemed to go off without a hitch, until you spotted something that bothered you in the check out line.
“Oh, you’ve got to be fucking-” you growled before Taehyung managed to grab your arms.
There was Jeon Jungkook, dressed in his typical playboy-esque button down with almost half the buttons open, a girl at his side and a packet of condoms in his grasp.
“Easy, Y/N, we’re in public and neither of us have the bail money to get you out of jail this month,” Taehyung warned. You ripped your arms away and trudged towards the feminine hygiene section.
This was utter bullshit. Jeon Jungkook looked you dead in the eye and lied to you. Right to your fucking face and here he was getting condoms so he could continue on his escapades while you were supposedly none the wiser! You had a job, you had other things to do than worry about his grades and his life! So why the fuck did he think he had the right to walk all over your kindness?
Gripping the container in your hands you shoved past the people and made your way to the cocky bastard with your point in hand.
“Jeon Jungkook!” you growled, throwing the pregnancy test down at the checkout, along with his condoms.
“Uh hey, Y/N-”
“I expect you to pay for this, since it is your fault,” you said, crossing your arms and watching the face of the other girl turn up in disgust.
“What?!” Jungkook coughed, looking from you to the pregnancy test in shock.
“Don’t what me! This is your fault, so twenty bucks to find out if we’re royally screwed shouldn’t be that big of a deal right?” you continued to tease.
“Y/N, what are you-”
“Are you serious Kook? And here you were so adamant that we had to use protection but another one of your girls might be carrying your kid? What the fuck! Don’t call me again, have a nice fucking life, dickwad,” the pretty brunette stated before heading out of the line.
“Noona-wait!” Jungkook tried but it was too late. Her retreating form made your facade break and you erupted in laughter. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” Jungkook had the audacity to yelp.
“Excuse you? Oh fuck no, Jeon Jungkook. What the fuck is wrong with you?” Getting closer to him you pushed your finger against his annoyingly toned chest and began your accusations. “I seem to recall our agreement didn’t have any kind of this action happening for you until the final curtain on our performance in two months buster, so care to explain why you're here buying baby repellant?”
“As I recall you pushed away my hand, so I don’t remember us sealing the agreement in any kind of fashion,” he said flippantly, smiling down at you with his cocky grin.
“You’re the worst person alive, Jeon Jungkook. How can you look into someone’s eyes and lie to them? Not only did you force my hand at this, but then when I try to make an agreement, some form of accord between the two of us, you are so quick to agree... However, I understand now that perhaps this whole thing has been a sham. You losing your scholarships, you fearing a disappointed mother-”
“Don’t. Speak. About. My mother,” he warned in a dark voice. You felt his grip on your shoulders as you were shoved back into the cart of an elderly lady behind you.
“Young man! You shouldn’t handle a pregnant woman so roughly!” she accused. Jungkook smiled at you before turning to the older grandmother.
“Might not even be my kid, who knows with this one,” he smirked before tossing the condoms back at you. “Save yourself the trouble next time and use these instead of trying to blame the hot one for all your troubles.”
You stood there in shock as he walked away, flipping you off as he went.
The feeling of tears welling up in your eyes made you so angry. He didn’t have the right to do that to you...
“Oh dear honey, it’ll be alright... A lot of men panic when a baby is thrown into the mix but everything will work out for the better. Just focus on being healthy, okay?” she soothed.
“Should never try to have a child with a child,” you scoffed...
* * *
A few days passed with no word from Jeon Jungkook. Taehyung approached you shortly after the incident and offered his spleen kicking services, which you hastily denied. You went to class and then to work and at no point did you see or think of Jeon Jungkook until you were getting ready to close up the library one night...
It was almost midnight, and you were fighting to stay awake in the silent library. Until a soft cough brought you out of it. You looked up with bleary eyes and saw the same underclassmen that was with Jungkook a few nights back.
“Hi, m-may I please rent this book?” she asked, holding a history of greek mythology book out in front of her. You gave her a tired smile before taking the book gently from her hands.
“Of course, what’s your name?”
“Mina,” she said. You nodded and found her in the system before dating and stamping the book with the proper information.
“Okay I’ll need this back in two weeks. Of course you can always come back and renew the rental period if you need it longer as well,” you said softly.
“I’m sorry!” she yelped, bowing low in front of you.
Confusion swept over your features before you responded. “Uh, for what?”
“For doing inappropriate things in the library with an upperclassmen!” she whimpered.
“Mina?” you asked, wanting her to raise her head.
“Y-yeah?” she said quietly.
“You’re not in trouble, and I don’t think any less of you... Hell I don’t even know you, so who am I to judge you?” you said.
“I-I guess, but I still feel so bad! Jungkook said-”
“There’s your problem, you listened to that idiot,” you scoffed.
“J-Jungkook isn’t a bad guy,” she whispered softly.
“Honey, men like him only want one thing from you and then-”
“He just wants to be loved.”
Her statement took you off guard.
“What? Jungkook wants to be loved? Honey, I don’t want you to misinterpret his attention as affection because it’s not-”
Mina stood up quickly. “I know. He doesn’t like me and only used me as a means to an end. I don’t mind that, because I found something out about Jungkook that he doesn’t let anyone know...” she whispered.
“Then why do you sound like you’re going to tell me?” you questioned.
“Because I feel like you’re the only one who could get through to him... Jungkook has dealt with a lot of shit throughout his life. Some of it undeserving,” she said.
“I know... I knew him in high school,” you declared. Mina got closer, more adamant.
“Then you know what his mother and father did to him right?” she said, a relieved expression on her face. You swallowed thickly.
“No, I don’t. I just know that he gets defensive when you bring up his mother,” you clarified.
“Oh... Well, before his father died Jungkook took beatings for his mother. His father was an angry drunk, the whole cliche. His mother didn’t want to leave him because she knew she couldn’t support Jungkook on her own. So, when his father had a stroke, Jungkook’s mother took his life insurance policy and bought him a train ticket here and five months of rent in his first apartment. She wanted him to accept his scholarships and to get the heck out of dodge, because just because his father was now dead, didn’t mean the other family members wouldn’t come looking for scraps of his insurance and money they owed him in life. So Jungkook is here, and his mother hasn’t been in touch for a few months. But Jungkook promised he wouldn’t be back until he graduated and was the first in his family to do so.”
Your stomach twisted painfully at the memories of Jungkook coming to class late and having bruises on his cheek or a stiff back. He blamed them on practicing too hard and hurting himself... But in reality he was suffering more than anyone could ever know.
“How did you find out?” you asked simply.
“Jungkook got drunk after one of our study sessions and spilled all after a rather heated call from an Uncle he’d met once or twice. Jungkook’s father was an Insurance Broker so, God only knows how much money he had. But money means next to nothing if the holder is abusive and a shit parent,” Mina commented.
“And you think I can do something for him?” you asked. Mina nodded her head furiously.
“You’re the only girl I’ve seen that doesn’t tolerate his attitude, if anything you give him a run for his money. Jungkook admires that in you, and therefore, you have a gap of space in his brain. Somewhere between the booze and the women, sits you... And I’m sure not even he knows why... What I’m trying to say is, Jungkook isn’t what he portrays himself to be... If someone could just take the time to get to know him, the real him, then maybe he’d have a chance at a happier life than the one he’s dead set on having,” Mina explained.
Your heart thudded painfully in your chest. Because you knew she was right. She was absolutely right about Jeon Jungkook...
And you had misjudged him.
* * *
The walk home that night was a silent one. Normally you listen to your favorite music, or listen to a new podcast episode... but tonight was for reflection.
Mina’s words struck a chord within you and now you had a massive mess on your hands. However, with your track record with the boy, reasoning with him wasn’t going to be very easy.
You rounded the corner of your street and smelt something awful.
“Ew, Jesus,” you groaned as you saw a man laying in a pool of vomit, surrounded by beer bottles and various liquors.
The stench was terrible, and you hoped that he would be gone by morning, when a familiar groan came from the body. Your head snapped back to the mass of a man laying on the ground. His hood was pulled all the way up his head, keeping his identity hidden from you. You crouched next to him slowly and pulled the fabric off his head, revealing Jungkook’s form to you.
He was pale, a mess of vomit and snot covering his face.
You bit your lip as you considered your options...
“Hey,” you said gruffly, prodding at his arm with your foot. Jungkook merely groaned and coughed, remaining still otherwise. “Jungkook, get up,” you tried again. However, he was out, completely and utterly wasted and laying in the middle of a sidewalk.
You sighed and rubbed your forehead in frustration. “Why is it that I’m always too nice to you,” you groaned and got down on your knees, pulling his toned frame up off the pavement. You huffed as you discovered that Jungkook was made of pure muscle, possibly some bricks too that were situated in his brain... Anyway, he was entirely too heavy for you to carry on your own.
“Y/N? What are you doing here, and why is Jungkook on the ground?”
By sheer luck and the will of whatever powers that be, Namjoon’s voice trailed through the air.
“Namjoon!” you yelped, dropping Jungkook ungracefully on the ground. He grunted in response, otherwise remaining silent.
“Hey, uh, what’s up?” he asked, putting his hand behind his head.
“Well, I was on my way home and found this mess laying in his own vomit... And, as big of a pain that he is, I can’t sleep tonight knowing I left him here if he needs help... Care to help me carry a drunken college student to my apartment?” you said with a weak smile.
“You’re too kind, you know that? This dick doesn’t really deserve it,” Namjoon stated. You sighed and rubbed your face.
“Maybe not, but everyone needs help every once in a while... And now I might have some leverage over him. If the campus finds out he was drinking and being disorderly, that could get him expelled, which I don’t think he wants,” you reasoned.
“Fair enough, lead the way.”
Heading back over to Jungkook’s mass of muscle you and Namjoon carefully lifted the man up and slung his arms over your shoulders. Namjoon and yourself locking hands and securing him in your grasp to ensure he wouldn’t get hurt.
“Jesus what does this fucker eat! I’ve only seen him drink booze and slam some burgers...” Namjoon groaned as the two of you struggled up the stairs.
“Juuuuuu-eck,” Jungkook mumbled.
“Just hang on a little longer Jungkook,” you eased, patting his hand. It was at times like these where having an apartment on the third floor of a building made you regret your kinder side. However, when you made it onto the landing, not without Jungkook almost causing you and Namjoon to fall backwards more than once, relief flooded your system.
“Holy fucking soccer players, this bitch is heavy,” Namjoon groaned, dragging his feet.
“Juuuu-” Jungkook kept mumbling.
“What do you think he’s trying to say?” Namjoon asked, offhandedly as you fumbled with your keys.
“Who knows,” you sighed, finally unlocking the door to your apartment and ushering Namjoon and Jungkook inside.
Stumbling through the halls of your small abode Namjoon and yourself finally navigated Jungkook to your couch. You groaned and fell onto the floor, rubbing your protesting shoulders.
“Do you think you’ll need help from here or do you got it?” Namjoon asked, rotating his arms in a similar fashion to yours.
“I think I can manage from here, but seriously, thanks so much for helping us,” you said sitting up.
“Us?” Namjoon questioned, raising an eyebrow.
“Oh! No-uh, that’s not what this is! We aren’t, I mean, I’m not. I could never-”
“Easy easy, I was only teasing,” Namjoon chuckled. You sighed and gave him a smile.
“But for real... Thank you, Namjoon,” you stated softly. He gave you a grin before patting your head.
“Don’t mention it, just kick his ass in the morning for being a dick. You think you can handle that?” he teased.
“With pleasure,” you agreed.
Namjoon left and you found yourself alone in your apartment with one of the most infamous sex Gods to ever roam the campus: Jeon Jungkook.
You thought you’d see if he would come to long enough to drink some water. Going to your sink you grabbed a cup and filled it with nice cool water. Adding a pink straw for your own selfish purposes you kneeled next to Jungkook’s sleeping frame.
“Hey, Jungkook,” you said, shaking his shoulder gently.
“Juuuu-u,” he groaned.
“Juuuu,” you teased back softly. “Drink this for me, yeah?” you asked, bringing the straw to his annoyingly beautiful mouth. You managed to poke the straw in between his lips, but Jungkook wasn’t drinking it. You fear that he might start suffering from dehydration and alcohol poisoning if you didn’t do something. And if he did go to the hospital then no doubt he’d be kicked out of school for good.
“God you always manage to be a pain in my ass,” you groaned. So with reluctance you went to your bathroom and grabbed a washcloth and some toothpaste. Coming back you took the toothpaste and squeezed it in his mouth because like hell you were going anywhere near him with alcohol and vomit breath. Jungkook sputtered and the toothpaste managed to get all over his cheek. Quickly cleaning him up and making a solid attempt at brushing his teeth you grabbed the water from the floor and pulled it into your mouth.
‘Here goes nothing,’ you thought to yourself as you leaned down and pressed your lips against his. You poked your tongue against his lips and managed to drop the water into his mouth. Rubbing his throat you got Jungkook to swallow calmly. Your heart eased at the idea of him getting the hydration he desperately needed. So you went in for another mouthful of water. Doing the same sort of dropping method, Jungkook swallowed more water.
You continued the process until the water was completely gone. Jungkook seemed to have regained some of his color too, that fact put you at ease. Moving to the bathroom once more you wet the washcloth and gathered some soap on it and walked out to the living room. Kneeling by his side again you brought the warm cloth to his neck and began wiping away the dried snot and vomit that remained.
Jungkook seemed to be more relaxed, his mumbling having stopped and breathing even. As you cleaned him up you wondered what brought him to the state you found him in. Did a girl do this? Or did something happen? Perhaps he has already been kicked out of school...
Your heart jolted at the thought. But, whatever the case may be at least he was off the street and cleaned up for the night.
Taking the dampened and dirty washcloth to your laundry bin you began getting ready for bed. Changing into your pajamas and washing your face as you hummed to yourself softly. You came out of your bedroom, holding an extra blanket and pillow in your grasp. Heading out to the living room you found Jungkook hadn’t moved. Lifting his head up gingerly you placed the pillow there so that he wouldn’t strain his neck. Then placing the soft blanket over his obviously exhausted self to finish it off. Next you set a bottle of aspirin and another glass of water on the table next to him for when he awoke.
As you headed for your bedroom, Jungkook mumbled again. But this time, you could make it out. “Mom, don’t go.”
* * *
Jungkook’s head was pounding when he peaked his eyes open that morning. His throat was a little sore, but he wasn’t as uncomfortable as he normally was. Usually Jungkook woke up on the floor of a frat house or something along those lines, but right now he found himself on a couch... A particularly comfortable one at that.
Did he sleep over at one of his hookups house on accident?
The smell of waffles made his stomach pinch painfully.
“Hmmhmm,” a voice hummed from the kitchen.
Jungkook swallowed thickly and turned to see medicine and a glass of water sitting on the table beside him. Quickly he popped the tablets in his mouth and drank the entire thing of water in a few gulps. Although, Jungkook wasn’t as thirsty as he normally was when hungover.
Feeling the blanket and pillow Jungkook wondered where the fuck he was. It wasn’t Mina’s place, because there were other girls that lived there and it would certainly be louder there. Wasn’t Seokjin’s place because he wasn’t rudely awakened to the sound of his hyung’s morning escapades...
He looked around and tried to find some sort of context clues to his location, but found none...
“So you’re awake.”
Jungkook jumped and turned his head to find... You...?
“Y/N?” he asked, looking confused.
“Ah, so you don’t remember,” you said, giving a soft smile.
“R-Remember what?” Jungkook asked, feeling his mouth go dry at the sight of you in the morning. Hair falling slightly disheveled but not unpleasantly so. Your face, still a little puffy from sleep. You looked incredible. Not to mention that he could distinctly see you forwent a bra at night.
“That’s a shame, I would’ve liked for you to recall your evening last night,” you smirked. Jungkook looked down at his clothes then back to you. If he’d had sex with you and was too drunk to remember then he’d surely throw himself down some stairs.
Time to put on a show.
“Of course I remember, how could I forget?” he asked, winking. You scoffed.
“Yeah, being covered in your puke and boogers was a pretty hilarious scene to stumble upon,” you grinned. Jungkook went slack jawed. Had he really gotten that drunk?
Holy fucking shit that wasn’t good.
“Uh... Well, you see-”
“Cut the shit Jeon, I can see it on your face you don’t remember squat,” you declared. Jungkook ran his tongue over his teeth in irritation but sighed in defeat.
“You caught me, care to catch me up?” he asked.
“Well, I was on my way home from working at the library, thankfully there were no teenagers trying to get freaky in the philosophy section last night,” you began. Jungkook couldn’t help it.
“Found my next hookup spot then,” he grinned.
“I’ll cut off whatever micro penis you have if you disgrace Zeno and Socrates with that type of debauchery,” you warned.
“At least I’d get your hands on my dick somehow,” he grinned. You gagged and left the room. Jungkook thought he’d scared you off when you came back with a plate.
“Here, eat it,” you said, holding it out for him. Jungkook was shocked to say the least.
“U-Uh, what-”
“Have you never seen a plate of waffles before? I made them for you, so eat them, jerk,” you chastised. Jungkook flushed and took the plate, quickly setting to work on devouring every bite. You set a cup of black coffee on the table and sprinkled something in it before Jungkook spoke up.
“What did you put in the coffee?” he asked, warily.
“Salt numbnuts,” you said.
“Why would you put salt in someone’s coffee?” he asked, raising a disgusted brow.
“Cuts down the bitterness, makes it easier to stomach. That’s why I made you waffles because it’ll help absorb the excess stomach acid you produced last night. You don’t have to drink it if you don’t want it,” you said.
“No no, I, uh... I’ll have it please,” he coughed awkwardly.
You nodded and sat down in the chair across from the couch and watched him eat. Jungkook seemed to be thoroughly enjoying every bite, until it was gone and he set his plate down and chugged his coffee.
“You’ll throw up all my hard work if you do that,” you warned.
“Sorry, it’s good and I’m starving,” he said. You nodded and crossed your legs. Jungkook’s attention immediately went to your legs that were slowly captivating him. The smooth expanse of your skin calling out to him, making him want to touch it.
Fuck, was he still drunk?
“Listen Jungkook, we have a month and a half until opening night and you still don’t know anything about Shakespeare so I think it’d be in your best interest to get on it,” you said, crossing your arms now too. Fuck... Were you trying to kill him?
“I appreciate what you’ve done for me,” he started, like he was going to say something else that proved otherwise.
“Then listen to what I have to say,” you tried. Jungkook huffed but nodded and leaned back against the couch. “Last night you were drunk and disorderly on campus property. Considering your current situation with the board and directors of the college, I think we can help each other out a bit,” you suggested.
“Is this bribery I hear?” Jungkook smiled.
“It’s not bribery, it’s a threat,” you warned. Jungkook’s smile diminished.
“Okay,” he said softly.
“If you don’t give me your best effort as Romeo Montague in the following weeks I’ll report you to the Dean and President of the school and request for your removal from this University,” you said.
Jungkook paled as if he really was going to be sick this time. “What? You’ve got to be kidding, Y/N, do you know what that would do to me?”
“Are you aware that everyone else’s grades depend on you as well? It doesn’t feel so good to be helpless does it?” you said in a cold tone.
“And everyone thinks you are so nice,” he scoffed.
“I put you up last night, cleaned the vomit off of you. Gave you a place to sleep that wasn’t the sidewalk where anyone or anything could’ve happened to you. I fed you... Now, I chose to do all those things for you. Kindness is expressed in many ways and by many different people. I’m not here to lecture you Jungkook. But, I am here to make a point to you. Help us, or you’re fucked. It’s as simple as that,” you stated.
Jungkook rubbed his face and then stared at you. His deep brown eyes were practically ripping into your soul. It made you waver slightly in your strong exterior. Because no matter how incredible of an actress you were, attraction was a fickle beast. You wouldn’t be so ignorant to say you didn’t find Jungkook handsome. His personality made you less aware of his physical beauty at times, but right now... He was stunning.
Hair disheveled and sticking up in a cute manner. His face flushed from sleep and still slightly pale from his sickness. His lips were red and pouty naturally that made you flustered. It brought you back to the night prior when you-
“Fine. You got me, Y/N, I’ll do what you want this time. For real,” he said.
“Your word means nothing to me Jungkook, you’ve screwed me over once. Just know that if you don’t follow through with your end this time... I won’t be ruining your chances with a beautiful woman... I’ll ruin your life,” you said.
The room became heavy and you found that it was your time to leave.
“If you want to take a shower, you’re more than welcome. I have some clothes in there if you want them. My cousin’s old stuff that I’ve used as old pajamas. But you can have them,” you said, beginning to leave the room. “And Jungkook?” you said, turning to him in the doorway.
“What?” he said low, obviously deep in thought.
“I don’t know what made you drink so much last night... But if you ever need some help, you can count on me. I promise.”
With that you left the room, and Jungkook whispered to himself.
“I remember.”
* * *
True to your statement, you met with Jungkook privately in the library. You were curious if he would show up, seeing as how you were certain last time he wouldn’t stand you up.
Although, like a scolded child, Jungkook showed up five minutes early to your scheduled appointment. He threw his bag on the floor and huffed, obviously disappointed he’d have to be here instead of getting frisky with young women. “Alright, I’m here, happy?” He questioned. You smiled simply.
“I’m happy for your sake, yes,” you responded cold.
“Alright, fine. No need to get all pissy, I’m here so, let’s get to work,” he said, sitting down in the chair next to you. You could feel his body heat from where you were seated. It made your heart race, uncomfortably so. Normally you could just ignore Jungkook’s playboy attitude but right now? He was affecting you just by sitting near you!
“Yeah,” you sighed, opening your playbook and handing him one.
“Thanks,” he said offhandedly before opening it. His eyebrows raised. “Why is it highlighted?” he questioned. You flushed pink and realized you did it without thinking.
“Uh, I-wanted to make sure this goes fast so, I highlighted your lines and stage directions for you when I did mine,” you explained. Jungkook raised an eyebrow.
“Why thank you sweetheart, how kind of you to think of me,” he flirted, getting closer.
“Come closer and see what happens, Jeon Jungkook,” you scolded.
“I’m curious to find out-OOF!” he yelped as your elbow hit his stomach. “Oh fuck,” he gasped in pain.
“There, consider your curiosity quenched,” you declared.
Jungkook simply coughed and shook his head. “Fuck dude, not playing with that again. Holy shit, I need my stomach to eat you know,” he whined.
Without lifting your head from your script you responded. “Last I knew you only used it to drink.”
“You give me and my remarks a run for my money, doll,” he smiled.
“It’s not a race if you’ve already lost Jungkook,” you sassed.
“Ooh shit-”
“Anyways, let’s start with your first scene. It’s with Benvolio, who’s played by Taehyung, so I’ll read Benvolio, you read Romeo. Action,” you said. “Good morrow cousin,” you began.
“Is the day so young?” Jungkook asked, sounding bored.
“Jungkook,” you scolded.
“Are you fucking kidding me? I say five words and you’re already stopping me?” he groaned in disbelief.
“Listen, in this scene Romeo-”
“He’s upset because he lost his side chick right?” Jungkook answered, reading ahead.
“What?” you asked incredulously.
“Wait, no...” he paused, reading further. “He really liked this girl... I see,” he concluded.
“How did you...?”
“He says it right here, I have lost myself. I am not Romeo, he is some other where.”
You were speechless. Of course it isn’t difficult to figure out that Romeo is missing someone he loves in this scene... But for Jungkook to pick up on it so quickly, it was rather impressive.
“Since you understand,” you began. “Try acting as if you miss someone you love. Someone that doesn’t want to see you, but you long to see them,” you explained.
“Easy enough,” he mumbled. His words made your heart skip slightly.
Did he miss someone?
“Good morrow cousin,” you stated.
“Is the day so young?” Jungkook repeated, this time, looking wistful and almost lost in thought. It was perfect, and he did it with only one repeat.
What the fuck was this dude’s secret?
You continued on, giving Jungkook subtle hints and letting him figure out the scene for himself. As you discovered, he was actually rather intelligent when he needed to be, and picked up on the intricacies of the Tragedy very fast. You just wanted to work through the first act today, so when you hit scene five, you were ready to call it a night.
“I think four scenes is enough for tonight-”
“This is where our character’s meet,” Jungkook grinned.
“Yes, this is the scene where Romeo and Juliet meet for the first time-”
“Don’t they kiss?” he asked, flipping through the pages.
“Jungkook you’ve done very well today and I’m tired so-”
“There! I say: Then move not while my prayer’s effect I take,” he grinned. “Ooh! We kiss twice in this scene!”
“Jungkook stop,” you rubbed your face.
“Come on, now you’re upset I’m getting into the literature?” he accused.
“You’re not getting into anything, come on, time to go,” you said.
“I won’t kiss you, but like you said. Mrs. Abernathy is one hard bitch, and if we fake it on stage surely we’ll suffer. Might as well kiss me and get used to it so the first time we do it isn’t on stage, can’t have you turning into a flustered mess,” he smirks.
“If you want to practice the scene so bad, call Mina, I’m sure she’d be thrilled to make out with you here. But I’m going home,” you said, standing up and heading towards the door. You felt Jungkook’s hand on your wrist.
“Parting is such sweet sorrow,” he whispered. You pulled your hand from his wrist.
“That I shall say good night till it be morrow.”
And with that, you left Jungkook standing in the room.
“I get that line now...”
* * *
It was two weeks until your performance and you were starting to work on the stage. Everyone had unanimously voted on having you be stage director, seeing as how you knew it the best. Mrs. Abernathy was nowhere to be found... It was up to you guys to pull this off.
It was about twenty minutes before rehearsal started and Jungkook still hadn’t shown up. Taehyung approached you with a bottle of water. “Do you think he’s gonna show?” he asked, unscrewing the cap and drinking.
“It’d be stupid of him not to,” you declared. “Hey, Baekhyun! Can you bring down the key light to a brighter setting? This looks too dark for it to be a market place in the middle of the day!”
“You got it!”
“Such a bossy lady.”
“Holy shit, is that Jeon Jungkook?”
“I thought we were fucked! Dude you made it!”
“Look what the cat dragged in.”
A group of people swarmed Jungkook and started to chat him up. Asking if he was serious about helping us so we wouldn’t fail. You watched as he eased everyone’s mind. Telling them exactly what they wanted to hear. “Plus, Y/N has been helping me a lot, so I think we’re gonna do great,” he said with a smile.
“Dude that’s awesome!”
Namjoon strolled up behind you and placed his hand on Taehyung’s shoulder. “Seems like he’s more alert than the last time I saw him,” he chuckled
“Less vomit and old vodka stench,” you reminisced.
“What?” Taehyung asked.
Oh fuck.
“Oh nothing, I just helped Y/N carry Jungkook to her apartment after we found him fucking shit faced on the sidewalk,” Namjoon explained. Taehyung’s eyebrows rose so high you were curious if they were going to fly off his face. You wouldn’t put it past them...
“Fuck you, we’re buying the good ramen next time you go grocery shopping for keeping that from me,” Taehyung growled.
“What do you mean we’re buying?! You and your bitch ass make me pay for it!” you yelled.
“Save me, Friar Lawrence!” Taehyung squeaked, looking at Namjoon.
“I gotta go read something about God or whatever, bye!” With that you glared down at Taehyung with murderous intent before you felt a tap on your shoulder.
“What?” you growled, before you saw pitiful Rina looking at you with the stage directions.
“H-here are the stage directions...” she trailed off. It’s a good thing she didn’t get Juliet, because if she had to put up with Jungkook’s constant borage of flirting her heart might give out. Lady Montague is plenty for her.
“Sorry Rina, just stressed is all,” you smiled. She nodded and returned your soft grin and ran off. You sighed and checked them over, approving everything and then handing them off to your Stage Manager Kai.
“Can you make sure that everyone has the directions for the first act please?” you questioned.
“Sure! I’ll get it done,” he smiled.
“You seriously look like some chaebol off of a drama series,” Taehyung laughed.
“Careful what you say, Benvolio,” you growled.
“Yes Lady Juliet,” he cringed.
“But soft, what beauteous body stands within my wake,” Jungkook teased, coming closer.
“I’m going to go find Jimin and see if the costume fitting is going okay,” Taehyung announced before walking off. Leaving you alone with Jungkook.
“Not one you’re ever going to see, what do you want Jungkook?” you asked, already exhausted from his conversation.
“You okay? You seem tired,” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I’m fine,” you yawned.
The past couple of days you’d been pulling all nighters studying for your other classes and tutoring Jungkook, as well as working at the library and making sure that everything runs smoothly for this production. It was starting to weigh heavy on you.
“Look kinda pale, have you eaten?” he asked, coming closer.
“I don’t have time for this Jungkook, go meet up with Jin so that you can get your measurements taken for your costumes. I think I got a few that might work, but there might need to be alterations and-”
“Do you want to go get something to eat after this?” he asked out of the blue.
“W-what?” you asked, turning to look at him with wide eyes.
“I mean, nothing fancy. But fuck even a bagel would be fine, you look like you’re gonna collapse,” he announced.
“Jungkook, I’m fine. Now either go get fitted for your costume or flirt with the undergrads, I’ve got other things to do,” you sneered. The second the words came out of your mouth you regretted them. He was just trying to be helpful at the very least. He didn’t have to be nice to you, fuck he was good at not being nice. But in the moment where he decides to show some semblance of kindness, you kick him to the curb. “Listen I’m-”
“No, I get it. If I start getting concerned about your well being, I must want to get in your fucking pants. So sorry, forget I asked,” he said, brushing past you and hitting his shoulder with yours. You sighed and rubbed the bridge of your nose, feeling a tension headache coming on fast.
“Are you alright, Y/N?” Hoseok, the gentleman playing Mercutio asked. “You’ve taken on a lot of responsibility, maybe you should go home for the day and we’ll just read lines-”
“No, it’s fine. I’m good, Hobi, thanks for asking,” you played off before heading towards a larger group of people... Desperate to forget the faint feeling curling up your spine.
* * *
It was two hours into rehearsals and you were really not feeling good. You kept telling yourself that it was just the lights and exhaustion. You were going to be fine. You’d go home after this and relax, make sure that everything would work out just fine. That’s all you had to do first.
Jungkook had kept his distance from you, only speaking to you when his character required it. You felt terrible, truly. You hadn’t meant to snap it’s just, seeing him being praised by everyone, when a week ago they were all ready to fuck him over and tell Mrs. Abernathy that he was on his own. It was so fake, so cruel.
“You okay?” Jimin asked, coming forward.
“Yeah, everyone keeps asking me that. And I keep saying that I’m fine, honestly,” you said. Jimin frowned.
“You look weak,” he said, crossing his arms.
“I’m okay, rehearsal is almost over. I’ll go home and get some rest,” you smiled.
“We’re going Scene 5 of Act I,” Jimin said. “Baekhyun wants to make sure that the ambient lighting he ordered looks right for the halls of the set,” he explained.
You nodded, it was a smart idea. “I’ll go get ready. Can you find Chanyeol and tell him I’m going on stage and need him to direct for me?” Jimin nodded but quickly held your shoulders. “If you don’t want to do this you don’t have to. We can call it for the night, we’ve done a lot already,” Jimin suggested.
“No, another hour won’t kill me,” you reasoned before handing off your clipboard and going towards the stage.
As much as you didn’t want to admit it, you really wanted to say yes. But what would everyone think then? Can’t last through a three hour rehearsal and she’s our Stage Director? What bullshit...
You can’t let everyone else down, so you’ll just do the scene and call it... Do the scene, and call it.
Not paying attention, you missed the last step heading to the stage and collided into a wall of muscle. Of course. “Sorry,” you whispered before moving to get off stage. A warm palm wrapped around your wrist.
“Y/N,” Jungkook’s voice soothed. “You really need to stop,” he said, almost pleading.
“It’s one scene Jungkook, I can do it,” you said.
“It’s one scene, it’s one beer, it’s one shot, do you hear yourself? Y/N, if you keep pushing you’re going to hurt yourself,” he declared.
“Jungkook,” you said, turning to face him. “This is my future, I have to get used to it at some point. We’re called starving artists for a reason. To express yourself in your art is more meaningful than food or water-”
“That’s bullshit, don’t give me that. You need to eat and you need to sleep right the fuck now,” he argued.
“Just leave it Jungkook!” you yelled. Everyone’s eyes were on the two of you.
“Then make me a promise,” he demanded.
“What?” you asked.
“Make me a fucking promise,” he held out his pinky. You scoffed and crossed your arms.
“A pinky promise?” you clarified.
“Don’t undermine the power of the pinky promise. If you break it I’ll cut your finger off,” he warned. You rolled your eyes and linked pinkies. “After this scene, you’re going to let me take you home with Taehyung so you can rest.”
“I promise,” you sealed.
“Don’t lie, cause you’ll lose a pinky,” he warned.
“Just not my right one, he’s my favorite,” you begged.
“Definitely will cut off the right one.”
The air felt cleared as you and Jungkook headed towards your positions. Everyone was in place and Chanyeol yelled action. Baekhyun hit the lights and the scene progressed fluidly. Min Yoongi took his place as Capulet, your father, which made you laugh. Yoongi seemed a more lackadaisical Capulet, but when he got into with Montague, played by Yugyeom, it was rather intense to say the least. Jimin was ready by Yoongi’s side as Count Paris, your suitor.
You watched as the scene unfolded, until Wendy came up beside you. She was the person playing as your Nurse. “You feeling alright, Y/N? You look a litt-”
“Hey, Y/N, time for you to head out,” Kai instructed. You gave Wendy a nod before the two of you went forward.
It was so bright out there, everything reflected harshly and it sort of made your head hurt. Not like it didn’t already, but that's besides the point. Everything was blending together. The lights and sound, you heard something like Jungkook’s voice.
“True beauty till this night!” he announced. You knew you must look a mess, but really this was a dry run. Surely everything would be okay. The scene was close to being over.
Wendy pulled you around to your proper spot before Jimin took your hand to start the dance. You knew it well, however in this state you found yourself heavily relying on Jimin’s movements to keep you steady. You cast a glance over Jimin’s shoulder to see Jungkook looking at you with frustration and... worry? But before you could make the decision of what emotion bothered his face Jimin had turned you around and it was forgotten.
You were handed off to one of the maskers and Jungkook interrupted your dance.
He fed you your cues, and you followed slowly, obviously off. However, if you just got through this last section...
“O then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do. They pray: grant thou, lest faith turn to despair,” he said, becoming closer.
Jungkook’s face was fading out of your vision.
“Jungkook,” you breathed before you felt your legs give out.
“What happened?”
You felt yourself swirling in a pit of dark consciousness. As if you were sleeping, but your mind was alert.
“Damn it, you dumbass. I told you,” Jungkook’s voice came through your thoughts.
“Y/N!” Taehyung’s worried tambre came from your left.
“I’m gonna get the nursing students! Keep trying to talk to her!”
“Y/N! Wake up,” Taehyung whimpered. You heard rustling and felt your upper half being lifted.
“Is she alright?” Namjoon yelled from backstage, coming forward from the sound of his footpath.
“Passed out,” Taehyung said.
“Check her pulse,” Namjoon said.
You felt a cool hand touch your wrist and could feel your own breath hitting your face.
“She’s breathing, but her pulse is kind of low,” Jimin answered.
The world became muddled and everyone’s voices weren’t distinguishable.
“Move aside please!”
“Move aside!”
Unfamiliar voices came from your right. Students?
“Are there any injuries?”
“No I caught her before she fell,” Jungkook explained.
“Okay, have you tried to get her to come to?”
“She’s not responding to anything, but she’s breathing,” Jimin said.
“Alright, let our teacher know we are bringing in a possible dehydration and malnutrition case. We need an IV...”
Their voices faded away as you tried to open your eyes. But you found that you wanted to sink deeper and deeper into sleep.
“Alright bring the gurney in!”
Slowly, you were lifted into the air and placed on a cold surface. Someone’s hand was locked in yours as you made your way out of the performing arts center. Metallic doors shut and it was still. You must be heading towards the infirmary wing.
“What’s your relationship with the patient?”
“I’m her boyfriend.”
Then you fell into unconsciousness.
* * *
Your head throbbed and your tongue sat heavy in your mouth. You moved your shoulder, trying to open exhausted eyes. Peaking one open you gazed around the room.
Bright white and faded pastels greeted you as your vision cleared. The room was bare save for Taehyung falling asleep in the chair next to your bed. Slowly, you reached out for him. Taehyung was in different clothes than the last time you saw him. How long had you been here?
“Ta-e,” you croaked, voice sounding foreign to your own ears. Taehyung perked up in his seat, eyes falling on you immediately.
“Holy shit! Y/N!” he exclaimed, rushing forward and wrapping his arms around you. “Don’t you dare do that shit to me again, what the fuck you dumbass,” he cried, hiccuping into your hair.
“Tae,” you complained, bringing your hand up to rub his forearm. “Can I have some water,” you asked. Quickly, Taehyung pulled away and went to get your request.
“Here, sip slow,” he encouraged. You did so and Taehyung pet your hair softly.
“What happened?” you wondered out loud.
“Dehydration, malnutrition and anemia,” Taehyung answered.
“You worked yourself too hard, idiot,” Taehyung scolded.
“I-I, I’m sorry, I let everybody down. Holy-oh damn, I’m so sorry-”
“Shut up, bossy lady,” Jungkook’s voice came through the room.
Taehyung and you both turned to look at him. Against your own reasoning, your heart beat accelerated. You swallowed thick and put your head down.
“What do you want, Jungkook?” you asked.
“You passed out, being my partner in this, I thought I should come and see how you were doing,” he explained.
“Since when did you care so much?” you grumbled. Jungkook sighed and rubbed his face.
“Anyways, you’ve only been out for a few hours,” Taehyung soothed.
“Thank you,” you said, keeping your eyes downcast.
“For what?” Taehyung asked.
“For staying here with me Tae, you didn’t have-“
“I didn’t, Jungkook's been here a majority of the time. I went to yours and got you some clothes. The students said you could leave and go home once you woke up. Jungkook is the one who-”
“Taehyung, shut the fuck up,” Jungkook warned. You looked over to him and raised an eyebrow.
“You stayed with me?” you questioned. Jungkook bit his lip and looked at his shoes.
“Yeah. Taehyung was too overwhelmed and everyone else was trying to figure out what the fuck was going on, so it just made sense,” he reasoned.
“It was crazy, he carried you out like a movie star! A real Romeo,” Taehyung teased.
“Taehyung,” Jungkook growled.
“Oh stop the pissing contest. Taehyung, can I have my clothes please?” you asked. He nodded and walked over to the door and went out, leaving you and Jungkook alone in the fluorescent lights.
“You scared the fuck out of me you know,” Jungkook whispered. Your head perked up and you gazed at him in shock.
“Don’t do stupid shit like that again. You’re smarter than that,” he grumbled.
“Excuse me?”
“I don’t want to have to see you like this again. I-It bothers me to see you with all this shit around you,” he huffed, looking off to the side. His cheeks were tinged pink and your heart thrummed against your chest.
“Jungkook I-”
“Hey, Y/N! I got your clothes,” Taehyung announced, coming back in with a grin on his face.
“Feel better, Y/N, I think I’ll manage to practice tonight so you just take it easy,” Jungkook said, turning on his heel and heading out the door.
“Jungkook wait-” you started, before you attempted to get out of bed. But Taehyung grabbed your waist before you could even get close to doing what you wanted.
“Hold your horses, and take them to the old town road before you start moving and shit,” Taehyung complained, forcing you to take a seat. “What’s gotten into you?”
“What, what do you mean? I feel fine, so don’t worry,” you shush him, putting your hand up.
“Bitch sit your slightly too big ass down,” Taehyung said.
“The fuck did you just say?” You growled, looking at Taehyung with murderous intent.
“Calm down, you’re just being so antsy, it’s not like you,” he stated, raising a brow in your direction.
“Well I want to help him, we’ve been practicing all of this for so long,” you said, looking at the ceiling in defeat.
“We still have two full weeks before curtain, don’t make it so we have to do it without you because you got yourself put in an actual hospital,” Taehyung commented.
“I won’t Tae, I promise. I’ll go home and get some rest,” you assured your startled friend.
“You better, because we’ve got an A to get bitch, let’s get it!”
* * *
It was the night before curtain.
You’d done as promised and kept to a much more regular sleep schedule and ate healthy meals to keep you going. But there was Jungkook too.
Ever since that day you passed out, he’d changed.
He was quieter around you. Not joking like he would with the other students. Not that this bothered you at all... Okay maybe a little.
Especially when he would flirt with your fellow students.
That, for some reason, really grinded your gears.
Jungkook, however, was the picture of a perfect student with your help.
Showing up on time, lines memorized and ready to cooperate. It was odd to see such a change. But you guessed that he really didn’t want to fail. And neither did the rest of you.
Although, you and Jungkook still hadn’t practiced your stage kisses. You knew they were going to be real ones, but you weren’t sure you could handle that at this point. With all the weird things happening with Jungkook and your brain in general, you weren’t sure what to do. Jungkook had just kissed your forehead when it was time to do the stage kisses, but that certainly wasn’t going to convey a deeply in love couple.
Taehyung reassured you that when the time was right you would be able to kiss and everything would turn out fine, but in reality, you were just nervous as hell. You hadn’t ever really kissed someone before. The only thing that had come close was when you gave Jungkook water in your apartment!
Just the thought of it had your face heating up in a hurry. So you quickly fanned yourself, trying not to freak out.
“Hey, Y/N,” Jungkook’s voice came from behind you. You jumped, turning around quickly to scold him, when you stopped. He looked concerned about something.
“Everything alright Jungkook?” you asked. He nodded, but grabbed your wrist and started to pull you away into the wings of the theatre.
“I need to talk to you,” he said.
“Okay?” you said back, confused. But then your mind began to race. What could he want? Did you do something wrong? Had you done something that made him uncomfortable? What was he so concerned about?
“We need to start kissing for real, otherwise Abernathy will tan our hides. I don’t want to do anything you’re uncomfortable with, but I think that we should do a couple practice ones before just so we aren’t awkwardly trying to figure it out on stage,” he explained.
That was all.
Jeon Jungkook.
That was fine. It was normal. People your age kissed other people all the time right? This was a totally normal thing for him to ask. Especially since your characters were supposed to be in love. You had to kiss. It was supposed to happen. But were you supposed to be this nervous about the whole thing? Was your mind supposed to be racing like this the whole time you were thinking about it because you were pretty sure-
“Y/N?” Jungkook asked, looking at you expectantly.
Then you realized you’d been standing there like an idiot without answering him.
“Oh fuck, I’m sorry,” you said, putting your hand on your head.
“Are you alright? Have you been eating and everything? Do you need water?” he asked, genuinely concerned for your well being.
“Yes, yes Jungkook I’m fine. It’s okay. Honestly. I-I just spaced out is all,” you answered lamely.
“Okay, so, what do you think. Can... Can I kiss you?” he questioned.
“Um, yes. That’s fine. But, we... Not here, let’s go up to the light booth,” you suggested.
“Um, why?” he asked, as you started dragging him up the steps towards the booth.
“Because, it’s quiet up there and... Uh, no one can see us?” you offered.
“I’m not gonna, like, stick my tongue down your throat or anything. We just need to kiss,” he said like it was the simplest thing in the world.
The pair of you entered the lighting booth and you shut and locked the door. Jungkook looked at you with confusion written on his face, but didn’t say anything.
You stood there, looking at him expectantly.
“Well?” you asked.
“What?” he answered.
“Are you gonna kiss me or not?” you asked.
“Y/N, you seem to be getting a little confused here. When I say I’m going to kiss you, I mean I’m just going to, ya know. Kiss you, not like, grope you or something,” he said, rubbing his neck awkwardly.
“No, I know, it’s just...” you trailed off.
“Just what?” he persisted.
“Imayhaveneverkissedanyonebefore,” you rushed out.
“I’m sorry, you’re gonna have to slow that one down speedy gonzales,” he said, looking at you in confusion.
“I may have... never kissed anyone before,” you said slower this time.
Jungkook gawked at you for a moment.
“What?!” you squeaked.
“I just...”
“I know, it’s super lame and I’m a pathetic little virgin who doesn’t know what she’s doing but that’s not the problem here. Just kiss me and get it over with!” you said.
“Y/N,” Jungkook said, walking closer.
Your heart jumped into your throat. Watching him come closer and closer to you as you decided if you wanted to bail or not. Fuck everything, because you weren’t sure what you wanted right now. But one thing was for sure, when Jungkook had you backed up against that wall, your heart was beating so loudly it was almost certain that he could hear it.
“Jungkook... You’re getting kinda close,” you said quietly.
“You said to kiss you, I can’t kiss you from across the room,” he said, putting a hand next to your head against the door.
“Jungkook,” you said his name softly.
“Yes, Y/N?” he said, cool as a cucumber.
“Maybe we shouldn’t do this,” you said, turning your face away from his. When he gently grabbed your chin and pulled you to face him once more.
“You’re so skittish, like a little bird. It’s okay dove, I’ve gotcha,” he reassured you.
“I-I,” you whispered, looking deeply into his eyes.
“Shhh,” he said, coming closer.
You closed your eyes.
Feeling the soft pressure of his lips against yours was... overwhelming to say the least. He kissed you softly, and briefly. It lasted maybe five seconds. But you weren’t too sure. Jungkook started pulling away, when you did the unexpected.
You grabbed his shirt and pulled him back to your lips.
All the words that were too confusing to say. Everything that you’d felt over the last three months, heck especially these last two weeks were flooding into your kiss. Anger, frustration... But also, fear, longing, and... maybe? Affection.
Jungkook made a muffled noise against you, but you were too scared for this moment to end. You didn’t want to let him go. Because if you did, then you may never catch him again. You weren’t going to sugar coat it. You weren’t really the prettiest thing or the most daring girl out there. But you loved yourself and loved what you did, and that passion is hard to find nowadays.
Jungkook grabbed your shoulders and pushed away from you for a second before looking at you in confusion.
“Y/N, what-”
“Jungkook... I’m sorry I didn’t mean to come onto you like that. That was extremely inappropriate-”
“No, Y/N, that’s not it. It’s just. I didn’t know... Y/N... do you... do you like me?”
You thought about it for a moment. Did you like Jungkook? Your heart was racing and your mind was reeling.
But your mouth was opening before you could even stop yourself.
“What if I said yes?”
Jungkook’s face turned tumultuous. You should’ve known better than to show your cards to the shark.
“Y/N,” he whispered.
“It’s fine Jungkook, I shouldn’t-”
“I’m sorry I can’t be who you need, but if you want to use me... Use my body, I can do that, I just-I don't have a heart to give you,” he said lamely. You knew it was a line he used frequently. Just by the way he said it.
“Jungkook, you have a heart. You just are too scared to give it away to anyone.” You swallowed. “I should’ve known better.”
Jungkook reached out for you as you started to walk out of the booth. “Hey come on, don’t make me seem like the bad guy here. I never said I was gonna date you, I just said I would kiss you so that you wouldn’t be so nervous to do it on stage, don’t blow this out of proportion,” he said.
You ripped your hand from his and turned on him with a fierce look in your eyes.
“Listen good Jeon Jungkook. You are one of the most vexing individuals I have had the misfortune to know for my entire school career. You are constantly asking for handouts and for people to pity you. When we both know you are entirely capable of learning, and doing things for yourself. I don’t know why you feel like you need to play the victim in every scenario, but it gets old really fast. You don’t need my help anymore, and I don’t need yours so, let’s just agree to be lovers on the stage,” you couldn’t help it, but you choked up at the last part.
“What the fuck is your deal? Play the victim? I don’t-”
“Shut your fucking mouth Jungkook, I don’t want to listen to this, I’m leaving,” you said, opening the booth and running into Taehyung shortly thereafter.
“Um, they said we need to run-”
“I’m done for the day. We’ve practiced enough. Send everyone home for the night,” you said, walking down the steps and out the doors. You heard Taehyung talking to Jungkook but you weren’t concerned with what it was.
All you knew was your heart was broken.
* * *
Crying in your room that night was moderately sad and humiliating. But mostly, you just felt foolish. How had Jungkook and his stupid little smile made it’s way into your heart? And when?
You guess that during your sessions you’d stopped acting...
You genuinely thought his jokes were funny, even if he was copying some of Jin’s jokes... Every smile, every wink, it all read differently to you. You really thought he... Really thought he liked you.
“Let me in you sad bitch,” Taehyung’s voice came from your front door.
You hurried towards your entryway because for you to hear him in your room meant that he was probably screaming his head off in your hallway. And you really didn’t need another noise complaint because of the little weasel. Even if he was your best friend.
“What,” you asked flatly, looking at your best friend, arms full of snacks.
“I come bearing gifts,” he smiled.
“I don’t want them,” you sniffed, raising your head and turning it away from him.
“Don’t be a little shit, let me in so you don’t have to be sad all by yourself,” he said, shoving himself inside the room.
You rolled your eyes and watched as he waddled inside your apartment. Situating himself on the couch he grabbed your remote and scrolled through the channels. You leaned against the entrance to your bedroom, looking at him as he pressed play on the new Ghost Adventures episode.
“Well,” you said, raising a brow.
“We both know you’re upset, don’t pick a fight with me right now,” Taehyung warned.
“You spoke with Jungkook after I left,” you said, rubbing your elbow.
“Yeah, I asked him who the fuck he thought he was and why he played you like he did, and I wanted to ask you why you couldn’t see it,” he said, eyes turning sharp and looking into you.
“I-I couldn’t tell the difference after a while. I really started to enjoy his company, I really started to-to like him Tae,” you whimpered, the tears started hot again, coming down your face.
Taehyung was by your side in a second.
“Babe, don’t cry you’re gonna make me cry,” Taehyung whimpered.
“Did-Did he say anything else?” you asked.
“No, I was too busy running after you to really interrogate him. He’s not worth it, he’s not worth this Y/N, you have to believe me. I understand you wanted him to be more, but he’s not your Romeo. He’s not someone that wants love,” Taehyung said.
“Everyone wants love, and the people who seem like they want it least, want it the most,” you corrected.
“Don’t be a little know it all, just, come here,” Taehyung mumbled, bringing you into a tight hug.
“After tomorrow you never have to see his stupid face again.”
You didn’t.
You showed up, performed your heart out and the whole class got an A.
Even Jeon Jungkook.
Mrs. Abernathy was proud of the production and gave you and Jin special letters of recommendation for your futures.
You hardly saw Jungkook for about a month after that. A rare appearance in the halls of your college but, otherwise. He was a ghost.
But the heartache was still very much present.
Taehyung tried to convince you he wasn’t worth it, but there was something in you that told you otherwise. That there was something more, that you weren’t the only one feeling this way. But, you tried not focusing on him and the pain. You just... existed.
You went to class, participated but overall?
You weren’t nearly as devoted as you usually were.
Taehyung noticed almost immediately.
“I swear if this is about Jungkook-”
“Tae, it’s really nothing. I’m fine,” you tried to push him away, but he was as persistent as a bad case of lice.
“You’re not fine, Y/N. You’re holed up in here all day, you took a majority of online classes this semester. If this is over him, Y/N I’m telling you-”
“He’s not worth it, he’s not worth it. I know Taehyung! You tell me every day that I shouldn’t be this heartbroken, but I am! I can’t help how I feel. How I’ve felt about him since... Since we were younger,” you said softly.
Taehyung sighed, rubbing his face. “Come out with me, lets go get a coffee or something,” Taehyung suggested. Only for you to shake your head and go back into your bedroom.
There’s only one solution to this, Taehyung thought.
Get to the root of the problem.
And the root was a weed called Jeon Jungkook.
* * *
Jungkook woke up with an empty bed.
The girl he slept with must’ve let herself out.
His head ached from the night before. The loud music and lights from the club no doubt had a hand in his raging migraine. He went out and noticed that there was already coffee on, he took some black, and before he could stop himself he sprinkled a little salt in, something that had become customary in his morning routine.
But he couldn’t help but pause this time.
A banging at his door caused a sharp pain behind his eyes to make him almost drop his coffee. Jin was more than likely still asleep so he hurried to answer the door to avoid the wrath that was Jin in the morning.
“Yeah yeah yeah, I hear you hold on-what?”
Jungkook was confused.
There stood Kim Taehyung. Someone he really didn’t expect to see ever again in his life.
“You have some nerve Jeon Jungkook,” Taehyung said, standing in front of the younger male.
“I really don’t know what you’re talking about, did I sleep with an ex of yours or something?” he asked, rubbing his head slowly.
“No, but you fucked up with my best friend and now we’re going to get to the bottom of it,” Taehyung said, barging his way inside. Jungkook was so stunned that he just shut the door and let him walk into his living room.
“So what are you here for exactly?” Jungkook asked, sitting down on the couch.
“I’m here to find out what the fuck you said to Y/N to make her shut down like she has,” Taehyung said, eyes burning with a ferocity Jungkook had never seen from the usually happy go lucky man.
“I-I don’t really remember-”
“Don’t bullshit me Jungkook. I was right there outside the light booth that day, you rejected Y/N, but what did you say to her?”
Jungkook sighed and looked at him.
“I told her the truth.”
Taehyung scoffed, rolling his eyes to top off the expression of disbelief. “You told her the truth huh? Told her that you’re a fucking pansy who can’t commit to anything or anyone?”
“Listen man-”
“No, you listen Jungkook. Whatever you did during your tutoring sessions with Y/N, changed something between the two of you. She hardly leaves her apartment, she doesn’t hang out with her friends, whatever you said to her into the lighting booth must’ve really hurt, so I’m here to find out how bad the damage is so I can try to salvage the person she is, because you fucked her over so hard,” Taehyung growled.
Jungkook swallowed hard.
You weren’t hanging out with people? You were isolating?
“I told her that we could fuck, but I’m not going to date her. I-I told her I didn’t have a heart to give her,” Jungkook mumbled.
Taehyung laughed, a somber sound that Jungkook didn’t know could come from the man.
“You absolute fuck.”
“I told her the truth, Taehyung. I don’t know what you want from me,” Jungkook said, trying to keep his flippant attitude.
“You know she won’t let me say anything bad about you. She thinks it’s her fault, she pushed you into a corner. When in reality, you pushed her off a cliff. You’re such a fuckhead Jungkook. The genuine article, truly,” Taehyung scoffed.
“S-She won’t?” Jungkook said, looking down at his coffee cup in his hands.
“She’s too nice, too forgiving. You could live a thousand lifetimes and not deserve her,” Taehyung glowered.
“It’s not up to you to decide if I deserve her,” Jungkook snapped quickly.
Taehyung raised a brow at the tone in Jungkook’s voice. What was that? Was that defensive?
“Unless you aren’t really indifferent to Y/N, unless you feel the same way!”
Jungkook’s cheeks turned bright pink as he tried to get the image of your soft features out of his mind. Taehyung smirked, so the great fuck boy Jungkook was falling for the drama nerd. How poetic.
“You’re right though. It’s not up to me, who she decides she wants in her life is entirely up to her. But I want you to know something,” Taehyung said, leaning in.
Jungkook couldn’t help but do the same.
“She’s hurting right now, and it’s your fucking fault. So either fucking do something about it or, let her down easier. Don’t hurt my friend any more than you already have, Jungkook. Please, she’s too kind for her own good-”
“I remember,” Jungkook sighed.
“Then don’t take advantage of that anymore,” Taehyung said.
“Oh, one final thing Jungkook,” Taehyung announced, turning to square up with him.
Jungkook was cut off with a harsh fist in the face. Jungkook fell backwards, coffee cup shattering on the ground and slicing his forearm. Not enough to need stitches, but enough for it to burn.
“Fuck you for hurting my friend,” Taehyung said, shaking his wrist and turning on his heel and heading out the door.
Jungkook watched as the man left, and a deep pit in his stomach grew.
* * *
You finally left your apartment for the first time in a long while. To be fair it was for only the essentials.
Cup noodles and some other cheap easy to make food that would keep your belly full for the time being. But if you were being honest, you couldn’t really taste what you were consuming anyways.
It was late, probably past ten o’clock and you were walking around in your pajamas and not really thinking too much as you handed your card over to the clerk. You paid for your food and gathered up your bags and headed towards the door.
You let the wind bite your cheeks.
Slowly, you made your way home. You made it to your apartment building when the acrid smell of alcohol burned your nose. You looked around and saw someone laying in the bushes outside your building.
“Ew, come on,” you complained. Just as you were about to turn and go on your merry way, the person on the ground moaned.
“Juuuuu,” a deep voice hiccuped.
Your heart stopped in your chest.
Gently you placed your items on the ground and headed towards the individual. Looking at the boots you already knew who it was.
“Jungkook,” you whispered.
“Juuu,” he groaned, turning over and attempting to move.
Why was the universe throwing fastballs when you were still in the little leagues here?
“Jungkook,” you said a little louder. His head lifted from the ground, his bleary eyes met yours and the dope smiled.
“Y/N! You’re there!”
“Yes Jungkook, I live here,” you sighed.
“I know, I ‘member, ‘s why I came by,” he murmured, sitting up on his knees.
“Jungkook you should go home,” you said, moving to turn away.
“Wait, pwease, lissten-I wanna talk to you,” he slurred, already trying to stand up.
“There’s nothing to talk about, Jungkook,” you declared, turning around when you heard his hoarse voice cry out for you.
“Pleeeaassseee, Y/N, dun leave me out here. I juss wanna talk,” Jungkook pleaded, eyes bright in the dark.
You sighed, looking up at the stars in the sky and you knew you were going to cave.
You always would.
“Can you stand?” You asked, looking at his state.
“Um, maybe?” He questioned, going to stand up when he wobbled on his feet and fell forwards. You rushed towards him to catch him, but forgot how bulky the man actually was, causing him to collapse on you in a heap of drunken confusion.
You huffed out a breath, looking up at Jungkook whose face was inches from your own. Now, you had a good look at him. Even in the dark you could see the purpling of his skin. You didn’t even think before bringing your fingers to the damaged skin and looking at it with concern.
“Ouch,” Jungkook said when you ran your finger across his cheek.
“Who did this to you?” you asked, grazing along the lines of his swollen skin.
“Dosn madder,” Jungkook said, pushing up off of you and rolling onto his back.
“Yes it does, who hit you?” You asked as Jungkook managed to stagger to his feet.
“I deserved it,” he gritted out, suddenly sounding more sober than he had earlier.
“Jungkook I doubt you deserved getting punched in the-well, maybe I can’t say that,” you said, rubbing your face awkwardly.
“I deserved it,” he repeated, walking down the street on wobbly deer legs that had you worried he’d fall into traffic.
“Jungkook!” You cried when he stumbled over the curb. Rushing forward you grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the road and towards you. “Come back to mine, sober up and then head home.”
Jungkook knew that he shouldn’t be entitled to your kindness, especially after how mean and heartless he’d been towards you that day. He was surprised you had managed to pull off acting the day after with him during the showcase.
It truly was a testament to you, and your ability to be professional.
Jungkook felt horrible suddenly.
Both mentally and physically.
“Oh fuck,” he choked before doubling over and vomiting on the street. You sighed and rubbed his back as he retched.
When he was done you brought out some tissues and wiped his mouth, tossing them into the garbage next to you. “Come on,” you encouraged, holding your hand out for him to take.
Jungkook’s drunken mind couldn’t resist the feeling of your skin on his, so he took your hand. You led him up the stairs. Jungkook followed, eyes big as he watched your hair flow back towards him. He could smell your shampoo and it made him want to fall asleep.
Soon you were unlocking your apartment. Jungkook leaned against the wall, looking over the railing and getting vertigo so he quickly came back to you.
You pushed your door open and ushered Jungkook inside, getting him settled on the couch. You tugged his shoes off, putting them by the door. You took your own off and ran to the kitchen to get him some water and mints.
When you returned, Jungkook was passed out on your couch. You couldn’t help the soft smile that made its way to your face.
Carefully, you laid him down and covered him with a soft blanket.
“Sweet dreams, Jungkook.”
* * *
You woke up to the smell of something burning.
Quickly you hauled yourself out of bed and ran towards the kitchen. There you saw Jungkook looking at a piece of bread with moderate confusion. He must’ve sensed you staring at him because he turned with a shy smile on his face.
“Normally I don’t have this much trouble with toast,” he admitted.
“Mine’s broken, you can only put it on setting one so it doesn’t burn,” you said.
“Ah, I see,” Jungkook sighed. “Well have you seen those life hacks where you can-”
“Jungkook,” you said, stopping him.
He silenced himself quickly.
“You were drunk, outside my apartment building. Why?” you asked, not beating around the bush.
“Because I wanted to apologize, but I felt so damn guilty that I thought I’d do some shots of liquid courage before I came here to talk to you. But two shots turned into a few more and suddenly I’m shit faced outside your apartment building at some godforsaken hour,” he said.
You took his words in.
“Apologize?” you asked.
“Um, yeah. Apologize,” he said, rubbing his neck awkwardly.
“For?” you pushed.
“For being a dick, and not being considerate of your feelings when we spoke in the lighting booth,” he said, putting his hands together.
“Okay,” you said. “Apologize.”
Jungkook took a deep breath and looked you square in the eyes. “I’m sorry for being such a dick. I’m sorry for not taking the performance seriously in the beginning. And most of all, I’m sorry for hurting you and insulting you. I shouldn’t have suggested we have sex with no strings, that was disrespectful and rude to you.”
You nodded your head for a few moments.
“Okay,” you said again, going to move past him to get a second round of toast going.
“I have this odd feeling I’m not forgiven,” Jungkook said, biting his lip and turning to face you.
“It might be because I’m still thinking about whether I forgive you or not,” you said honestly.
Your heart pounded with each word.
Jungkook’s face fell. “I-I understand,” he said, swallowing hard.
“What you did really hurt me, Jungkook. I’m a person with feelings, not some object,” you lectured.
“I know that, fuck Y/N, I know. I messed up, I betrayed your trust or what little faith you had in me-”
“You did,” you nodded.
“But I’m honest when I say I didn’t mean to.”
You rolled your eyes.
“Why are you asking for forgiveness Jungkook? What’s one hurt girl compared to the tens of girls you’ve wronged before me?”
“B-Because they weren’t you.”
“Nice line, but you’re going to have to try another one,” you scoffed, trying to hide the shimmer of hope that started because of his words.
“I’m serious Y/N, they weren’t you. They placated me. Let me do whatever I want, you’ve never let me do that. You’ve challenged me, made me work to get what I want. I-I like that... I like... you,” Jungkook whispered.
Your heart jumped to your throat. He said everything you wanted to hear. Was he just that big of a fuck boy to know? Or was this a genuine confession.
Only one way to find out.
“I like you too, Jungkook,” you whispered, shutting your eyes tight. Hoping that he didn’t shatter you with your statement. You felt like a cracked wine glass, fit to crumble with a simple breath.
You waited for his laughter, for the mockery.
But when you opened your eyes, all you saw was Jungkook. A bright beaming smile on his face. “Y-You’re serious?” He asked, walking forward and taking your hands in his.
“Yes,” you grinned back, gripping his hands tightly.
“Fuck yeah!” He yelped, bringing your hands to his mouth to place an endearing kiss on them.
“Jungkook,” you blushed.
“Give me a chance, tell me I can call you mine,” he pleaded, looking up at you with such dreamy eyes that had your chest clenching in emotion.
“Jungkook I don’t know-we’re still-”
But before you could continue his lips were on yours.
You wanted to put up a little bit of a fight, but you couldn’t. Melting into his embrace you moved your mouth against his gingerly. You’d only ever kissed him, but the feeling was still overwhelming.
He pulled away slowly, eyes trained on your face.
“I should’ve let you finish, I’m sorry,” he said, biting his now damp lips.
“I know I should be mad, but I can’t be,” you sighed.
“So, before I rudely interrupted you-”
“Yes, I want you to call me yours. I want to call you mine,” you whispered. Jungkook beamed at you, grabbing your waist and pulling you to him in a flourish that was entirely too theatrical. But it was perfect.
“You’re mine and I’m yours,” Jungkook breathed over your lips, leaning to seal them together again.
As cheesy as it was to say it, your mouths fit together perfectly. Like ‘they were made for each other.’ However, it was the most accurate statement your distracted mind could think of while Jungkook practically ravaged your mouth.
“Fuck, I need you,” he growled, pulling away.
You flushed bright pink and Jungkook did the same.
Then the stammering began.
“I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean to say that-we don’t have to do anything, I wasn’t expecting-”
You brought your mouths together hurriedly. Jungkook’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, but you mimicked his motions from earlier, and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders to pull him closer. Jungkook grunted lightly, but kept your mouths together.
His hands stayed at your hips, but you wanted them to go further. To touch you more.
Lips smacking gently in the quiet room, you begged.
“Jungkook, please.”
Jungkook’s eyes turned dark as he brought you even closer, if it were possible. But then, a softness took over his features. “Are you sure? We can just kiss, or just-um, hang out? Fuck I don’t know Y/N, but we don’t have to go all the way.”
“But I want to,” you urged, pushing him towards your bedroom with a force he didn’t know you possessed.
Suddenly, Jungkook’s back hit the bed. He blinked a few times before you were crawling on top of him, kissing up his neck clumsily before connecting your lips softly. Jungkook’s hands worked on instinct, running up your sides and landing just under your breasts.
You licked at his lips shyly, wanting him to open his mouth. Jungkook sat breathless for a moment, before doing as you desired, opening his mouth and letting you take control for a bit. Although after too long you bit down on his lip a little too hard and he winced, pushing you back by the shoulders gingerly.
“Baby,” the word rolled off his tongue too easily, but made your stomach fill with butterflies regardless.
“Sorry, sorry,” you apologized, just as out of breath as he was.
“Don’t be sorry, it’s just, you don’t have to know what you’re doing. If you need me to guide you, just tell me. I’ll help you,” Jungkook soothed, finding your hands and intertwining your fingers together.
“Okay, I will,” you nodded, leaning down to kiss him again.
Jungkook eagerly accepted your mouth and adjusted your chin gently, locking the two of you into the perfect kiss. His rhythm guided you along, you followed him breaking apart only to breathe for a few seconds before reconnecting your mouths.
His lips were addictive, plump and swollen from yours.
But there was something in his eyes that made you pull back for a moment longer than usual.
“What is it?” You asked, sitting up on his lap and suddenly you felt the problem.
Jungkook was hard, extremely so, against your thigh.
He flushed and sat up to move you so you wouldn’t touch him-but you grabbed his wrist.
“Show me how,” you said, settling back into his lap. Jungkook swallowed hard and angled your hips against his crotch.
“Push forward,” he encouraged, looking down at your clothed centers touching. You did as he said, pushing forward with your hips, causing Jungkook to moan softly. His hardness rubbed against you as well, making a small squeak escape from your lips. Jungkook’s ears picked it up though, causing him to look at you with a small smile.
“Does it feel good?” You asked, pushing again, watching as his face scrunched up. He nodded slowly, before grabbing your hip and grinding back against you. You gasped out, his hardened length brushing against your sensitive center surprising you. You wanted more.
Without much more urging, you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders and ground against him harshly. Jungkook groaned against your lips, making you look at him with a deviousness that had his heart pounding.
“Feels so fucking good,” he agreed, licking his lips. Your chest was throbbing along with his trapped length. You could feel the wetness leaking into your flimsy pajama shorts. Your panties were probably in a miserable state. With a direct thrust to your wet core, Jungkook watched your face and saw your eyebrows raise in surprise.
“C-Careful,” you begged.
“You like that babygirl?” He asked, biting his lips harshly as he moved again. You gripped his shoulders as you felt him grind against you.
“Y-Yes,” you whimpered out.
“You’re soaking those pathetic little shorts, you should take them off,” Jungkook said, a low growl in his voice.
“Okay,” you agreed, standing up off of him and pulling your shorts down to reveal your pastel yellow panties, a cute little bow in the center decorating the band.
“Mmm, maybe you should take those off too, they’re ruined anyways,” Jungkook suggested. You nodded slowly, pulling your panties off in a clumsy fashion. Just as you were about to toss your underwear to the floor, you looked up and saw Jungkook holding his hand out expectantly.
“Give them here babydoll,” he said, hand still extended palm up.
“I don’t think that was a question sweet girl, give me your panties,” Jungkook commanded, you swallowed hard and handed them over. Jungkook smirked and grabbed them and tucked them away in the pocket of his jeans.
“You plan on wearing those later?” You asked, irritated that he managed to embarrass you like this.
“I plan on stuffing them in your bratty little mouth if you keep talking back to me,” he snarled, standing up and taking your jaw in his hand.
The position would scare some, but you felt the light pressure, Jungkook wasn’t doing this to hurt you. He wanted you to fall into a character.
“Sorry sir,” you breathed. Jungkook’s eyes widened before his lips were on yours, desperately searching. His hand remained on your jaw, kissing you with a force that was surprising. Jungkook brought his other hand to your waist, bringing you closer to him while he ravished your lips.
You brought your hands up to rest on his wrist, kissing him back with a lack of technique but it seemed to egg Jungkook on more. He moved your mouth along with his, making you rub your thighs together as your center heated up even more.
“What’s wrong babydoll? Need something?” He asked, placing his hands on your shoulder and hip.
You swallowed hard, before grabbing one hand and placing it over your core. Jungkook’s eyes shot up in surprise. You angled your hips to rut against his hand gently, a soft whine coming from your lips causing Jungkook to move his fingers for you so you could grind down against his hand, giving you sharp pleasure you hadn’t felt before.
“Right there,” you encouraged, eyes sparkling in the morning light. Jungkook started rubbing a little harder, kissing your jaw while you panted into his ear.
“Is it good? Feel good on your little pussy baby? So wet, wanna taste you, eat you up,” Jungkook moaned against your skin.
“You can do whatever you want to me sir,” you whispered, hips bucking against his fingers.
“Yeah? Let me do whatever I want to your body? Think you could take it?” He asked, wrapping his fingers around your throat loosely.
“Make me take it,” you brought your hand up to his fingers and made him squeeze.
“My babygirl is so naughty, who knew,” he grinned salaciously.
“This isn’t fair, take your pants off too sir,” you whined, reaching for his zipper. His hand gripped your wrist, stopping you in your tracks.
“Baby,” he tutted. “Don’t get greedy now.”
You whimpered out again, but moved back to let Jungkook take over. He was quick to flip you on your back on your bed, where he previously found himself. But this time you were without shorts and panties and Jungkook wasn’t a man to let opportunity pass him by. Quickly, he was placing kisses on your thighs and all over your lower stomach. A soft mewl came from your mouth when he placed a gentle kiss to your clit. Jungkook looked at you for a moment, confirming this is what you wanted.
“Please sir, please eat me out,” you begged lightly.
Jungkook growled deep in his chest. But kissed your lower stomach lovingly, laving his tongue over your heated skin. “I will. Has anyone ever-”
“No,” you answered fast. “You’ll be the first.”
“Such a sweet thing and no one’s had a taste? How sad, but I plan to enjoy every minute,” Jungkook said, licking his lips in anticipation.
“Please, hurry. Make me feel good,” you pleaded. Jungkook’s eyes sharpened at you and you shrunk against your sheets.
“Don’t make me punish you little girl, I won’t be kind even if it is your first time,” Jungkook warned.
“Yes sir, I’ll be good, I’m sorry,” you said quietly. Jungkook moved from his position between your legs and went up to your mouth.
“I know you’ll be my good girl, won’t you? My good girl,” he confirmed before placing a solid kiss on your lips. You wound your fingers in his hair and pulled him closer. Jungkook groaned into your mouth, hand coming up to cradle your face and the other settled right underneath your breast. You felt his thumb rubbing right along where your bra would sit, waiting.
“You can touch me, I want you to touch me,” you encouraged, placing his hand on your chest gently, squeezing just enough to make your breath catch in your throat.
“I’ll touch you until you can hardly take anymore,” Jungkook smiled, placing another quick peck to your lips before settling between your legs.
Jungkook wrapped his arms around your thighs and spread you open for him. You blushed, cheeks turning hot as Jungkook marveled at your beauty. Carefully, you reached out and touched his face. His eyes snapped to yours and you gave a gentle smile. Jungkook placed a kiss to your wrist before finally moving down to your center.
Gingerly, as to not startle you, Jungkook made a big lick along your slit. You jolted despite yourself, breath catching in your chest. It was an unusual feeling, but not unpleasant. Not by far. Jungkook gauged your facial features and continued slowly. Making bigger lips to start, not focusing on any particular area, but bringing you little sparks of pleasure regardless.
Then, Jungkook licked over your clit for a just a moment, watching as your hands gripped the sheets a little tighter. So far you hadn’t been very vocal, and Jungkook was wondering if oral just wasn’t your thing or if you were nervous. Reaching up with one hand, Jungkook intertwined your fingers.
“Relax babygirl, it’s just me. I wanna make you feel good,” Jungkook said, kissing your center again.
“I just, don’t know what it’s supposed to feel like, so I don’t know what I’m supposed to be feeling,” you said, embarrassed.
“Does it not feel good?”
“It’s a little weird,” you confessed.
“So you don’t like it,” Jungkook said, looking a little put out.
“No no, just... Try it again, if I still don’t like it I’ll tell you,” you said.
Jungkook nodded before going back down, licking a little more directly against your clit. You felt a sharp pang of pleasure go through your lower stomach at the action. You shuddered in his hold, feeling the start of a fire in the base of your belly.
“J-Jungkook,” you whispered, biting your lip.
“Yeah?” he asked, lifting his head. You about kicked yourself for making him stop.
“Keep going, please keep going,” you begged
A bright smile took over his face as he nodded, diving back in with renewed vigor. Jungkook was eating you out like a man on death row would his last meal. His eyes were closed, face screwed up in pleasure as he continued to lick and slurp at your core with an intensity that bordered animalistic.
“O-oh!” you cried out, head throwing back against the bed in pleasure.
“Mmm, baby you taste so good,” he moaned. “Gonna make you cum like this.”
“Ah!” you gasped, gripping Jungkook’s hand tightly.
He kept up pace, sucking on your lower lips with a dastardly look on his face. You could feel the coil in your stomach tightening. The heat rushing up from your stomach to your neck and face as you panted in pleasure. Jungkook brought your clit into his mouth and sucked harshly. You cried out, tightening your hand on his as your mind started to spiral.
“Come on baby, I know you wanna cum. Just cum, you can do it babygirl,” he cooed, almost patronizingly. But you couldn’t help yourself, every flick of Jungkook’s tongue had your mind going blank and soon you felt your body spasm and a strike of white hot bliss flushed over your being.
“Jungkook!” you cried out, his hand the only thing keeping you grounded.
“Good girl, what a good girl you are Y/N, my precious girl,” Jungkook whispered softly as he brought you down from your high.
Your heart was pounding in your chest and you were breathless as you looked up at your ceiling. Jungkook placed a final kiss to your center before coming up and taking your lips in his. You could taste yourself on his lips, it wasn’t an unpleasant taste, just different. But, the longer you kissed in the brightening morning light of your bedroom, you found you couldn’t hold off anymore.
“Jungkook, I'm ready,” you said when he finally pulled back from you.
His eyes shone like two pieces of obsidian glass as you looked at him above you. Jungkook gave you a boyish smile before nodding quickly. His body heat was replaced with the cold of the room. Soon, he was stripping himself of his clothes, so you decided to pull the last remaining piece of your own off as well.
Jungkook was lean and built strongly, with a narrow waist and damn near perfect proportions. His arms came to embrace you as you kissed him. Jungkook licked at your lips slyly, having you open your mouth to accept him.
The wet sound of your kissing filled the room as Jungkook adjusted you on your bed. He arranged the pillows and even had you put one under your butt to lift your hips up better. He kept coming back to your lips for more and more kisses as he did this, making your heart shine with adoration.
Finally, Jungkook seemed appeased with your placement on the bed and then his face went pale.
“Fuck, I don’t have any condoms,” he frowned, rubbing his neck.
“I do, in the bedside drawer,” you said, pointing towards the piece of furniture.
“Gotcha,” Jungkook answered, scrambling off the bed towards the table. He opened the drawer, found the box and opened them with ease. You swallowed hard as he spit in his hand and rubbed his length a few times before rolling the condom on.
Soon he was back on your bed, crawling forward and placing random kisses all over your body.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.
“Thank you,” you flushed.
“Gonna make you feel how beautiful you are to me, how beautiful you are no matter what,” Jungkook said, mostly to himself.
“Is it gonna hurt?” you asked. Jungkook furrowed his brow.
“It might sting for a second but if it hurts more than that then you need to tell me,” Jungkook said. You nodded and nestled into the sheets reaching for him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him deeply.
“I trust you,” you breathed as you separated.
“I trust you too,” he said, a smile on his face.
“Go slow?”
Soon, Jungkook was lined up with your entrance and pushing in. He was right, it did sting a little bit, but what replaced the stingy achiness was the full feeling.
You gripped his forearm tightly, and Jungkook paused. “Are you okay?” he asked. You nodded, not trusting your voice at the moment.
“Need a second?” he questioned.
“Y-Yes,” you said. Jungkook brought himself down onto his elbows, kissing your forehead gently before another sweet kiss was pressed to your lips.
You could feel him everywhere, it made your heart race. Jungkook pulled back and you urged your hips forward, wanting more of him inside of you. He was eager to comply. Kissing you again he pushed forward the rest of the way and finally settle within you.
“Is that it?” you asked, panting slightly.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Jungkook chuckled lightly.
“Fuck, you’re huge,” you groaned, gripping the sheets tightly.
“Does it hurt?” he asked, worried.
“No,” you moaned out. Jungkook felt his stomach clench at the wanton sound of your voice.
“Want me to move baby? Want me to pound your pussy so hard you can’t leave this bed for the rest of the day?” he asked, teasing lilt in his voice.
“Yes sir, please!” you cried out.
Jungkook, despite wanting nothing more than to ravage your body, gave a few shallow thrusts to make sure that you were okay with the sensation. If the moan that came from you was anything to go by, he would say you were enjoying yourself.
“Fuck, pussy so tight, so good baby,” he moaned, pushing himself forward and smacking his hips into yours.
It felt like your blood was on fire in the best way possible. Jungkook was thrusting inside of you at a pace that was alarming, but felt so good you couldn’t tell him to slow down or stop. You honestly didn’t want him to either.
“S-Sir, so big, I-I can’t-”
Jungkook smirked before bringing your lips together in a passionate kiss.
“You can take it, can’t you baby? Or I’ll make you take it, stuff you so full of my cock that you won’t be able to think of anything else.”
“P-Please, give me more,” you begged, moving your hips back against his instinctively. Jungkook seemed happy to deliver, pounding against you so hard your body moved up the bed. Jungkook grabbed your leg, lifting it to his shoulder.
You cried out as he slipped even deeper inside of you. Jungkook groaned and kissed your calf before plowing into you at an even scarier speed.
“Fuck I can’t hold it,” he whimpered.
“It’s okay, I’m there. Touch me, touch me please,” you mewled. Jungkook nodded and brought his thumb to your clit, rubbing it diligently.
“Fuck fuck fuck, baby, so close, feels so good,” Jungkook cried out. The sweat had collected on his brow and was pooling down his spine.
“Jungkook!” you cried out at the cord inside of you snapped for a second time that night.
Jungkook couldn’t hold on as you tightened exponentially around him.
“Fuck Y/N!” he whimpered, curling forward as he emptied himself into the condom.
The two of you laid there in the afterglow, Jungkook was panting hard as if he’d ran a marathon. Your heart was in your throat as you ran your fingers through his sweaty hair.
“I really like you Y/N,” Jungkook whispered. “I’m not just saying that. I-I really am glad I can call you mine,” he breathed against your swollen lips.
“Me too,” you said, kissing him deeply. “Now, hurry up, we’re doing that until I can’t feel my legs.”
Jungkook laughed.
“Whatever my babygirl wants.”
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jiminrings · 3 months ago
OMFG I LOVE STEM KOO'S FIRST KISS DRABBLE SKDHJSLDB how about for the next part,, idk,, they take it a lil further???? 👀👀
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cold senior!y/n x stem major!koo masterlist :D
jungkook's shy and inexperienced, but you don't mind — you give him his first blowjob anyway
Jungkook wants to sue.
Without a doubt, Jungkook wants to sue the people behind every coming-of-age movie and show that have ever been made throughout history. Now that he truly thinks about it, they are nothing but fragrant bullshit portrayed by too-old actors (read: Paxton from Never Have I Ever) and can only bring the occasional smile when the music score heightens at what's supposed to be the climax of the plot.
Is he the target market? Not really, but he used to be. Jungkook’s in college and not in high school anymore after all — he’s all-grown and he gets atleast two follower requests a week from former high school classmates that he hasn’t really bothered spending time with.
Is he painfully aware that he’s beyond attractive and actually looks unreal? Not at all, but you nonchalantly call him handsome atleast once a day. He’s getting good with receiving compliments now, just grinning when you quietly compliment his hoodie from his ever-growing collection instead of full-on having a squealing fit to his pillow with his cheeks and ears red.
But your compliments aren’t the problem though. It’s these goddamn coming-of-age movies and his overreaching brain that’s trying to correlate it to you.
You’re his lovely girlfriend (who he still thinks is too god for him) that’s a year older than him, is a senior in college, has a lot more experience and knowledge, and is effortlessly just cool; he thinks you’re the blueprint.
Jungkook’s a year younger than you, is a junior in college, lacks tons of practical experience and knowledge, most likely to get drunk with just sparkling water, and can’t do that thing of reversing the car and holding on to the back of the front seat’s backrest while looking at the rear end.
In other words, Jungkook has never had a blowjob before and he wouldn’t hesitate to throw a knife to the television if it had to play one more coming-of-age movie.
“What are you thinking about now, hm?”
Your question startles him from his train of thought, the gentle tone amplifying in Jungkook's panicked state as if you could read his mind. The chuckle over his wide-eyed expression leaves you before you even realize and atleast that eases him slightly, the arm draped across your shoulder suddenly feeling unsure.
“You don’t hate me, right?” Jungkook speaks thickly and for the first time, you feel as if it's Jungkook this time that catches you off-guard in your own space. He looks down on his lap when you blink at him owlishly, retracting his hands and picking at the material of his sweatpants instead. “You don’t hate me even if I’m inexperienced and you gave me my first kiss just a week ago?”
“No, baby. Where’s all this coming from?”
Rarely do you ever call him baby, and Jungkook doesn't know what he's supposed to feel. He could feel the worry in your system and he's only slightly guilty, wanting to get to the bottom of what his mind's been going off on all day.
“Do you hate it that you’re the one who’s gonna give me all my first experiences?”
The unexpected endearment that he brings with such a loaded question makes your chest flutter, feeling special enough that Jungkook's already thought that far ahead to think of all the firsts there could ever be.
"No," you answer sincerely, "but do you want me to?"
Jungkook thinks he's never answered a question so quick before.
“Of course I do. I want no one else.”
His eyes are a little blown-out with how he's trying to digest his thoughts and your answers at the same time but he means it sincerely even then, the corners of his mouth automatically upturning when you press a kiss to his cheek.
You initially thought that the peck on his cheek would suffice as it normally did, but you were immediately proved wrong the moment Jungkook's knee starts bouncing.
His heels are tapping the wooden floor and that doesn't bother you at all. The impromptu beat he's making is off? Not a problem either. But just like when Yoongi or Jin does it, what bothers you the most is when the cushions also start bouncing. It throws you off and puts a scowl in your face immediately, one that you know your two best friends would try to milk out of you by bouncing their knees more annoyingly.
Jungkook feels a stern hand on his knee and when he looks at you, you're not even looking at him.
“Say what you want to say.”
His mouth turns dry because how could you possibly know that's something still in his mind? Perhaps you've known all along and normally, he knew you would wait for him to open it up again instead of prying for an answer. Probably, it has to do with him bouncing his knee that escalated his admission further.
“I-I think I’m ready.”
“For what?” You tilt your head at him to try and gauge the reaction in his face because he was being vague and you're not all-knowing. You keep your gaze on him for a second longer and then it clicks in your mind with the way he refuses to look at you. “You don’t have to do anything you aren’t fully ready for, Jungkook.”
He immediately shakes his head because he thinks that what you're thinking is not what he meant. “No, no — not that. I mean like-“ he cuts himself short when the words slip from his tongue, the delayed embarrassment seeping into him a little later, "... a-a blowjob.”
Your eyes only blink once and Jungkook doesn't know how to take that, wincing at the moment your lips curl into a little smile.
“B-but you’re not obligated to give me one! Fuck, shit, I’m sorry for asking I-...”
You hum and for a second, Jungkook just thinks he's hearing things. He makes the move of removing his hands from his flushed face that he was eager to cover and he finds you looking right back at him, confirming that he did hear what he thought he'd heard. “Okay?”
You nod in agreement and blink up sweetly at him, placing your hands on your lap. “Do you want it now?”
“Yes, please.” Jungkook's almost ashamed to admit so but he does it nonetheless, not wanting to face the regret he'd feel when he puts this off and gets eaten up by his thoughts even more harshly on the following days.
He's not entirely clueless of blowjobs. He's heard both willingly and unwillingly from other guys of how euphoric it feels. He's just so nervous because he knows what to expect but at the same time, he doesn't have an inkling of what it's actually supposed to feel like.
Jungkook gets taken away from his thoughts the moment you kiss him deeply, instantly melting into your kiss and rendering his thoughts to nothing but you. Out of instinct does he start caressing your thighs clad in shorts as you straddle him at the moment, a satisfied hum coming out of you when his hands venture further to your ass.
"Tell me if you want to stop at any moment, alright?" you nibble on his earlobe that makes him shudder, a whimper caught on his throat. "Alright, baby?"
Jungkook agrees instantly when you tilt his chin with your fingers to look at you, wanting to hear it from him so he'd know that he's in charge of the situation he's putting himself in.
Your hands gingerly lift the ends of his hoodie and he helps you remove it from him, his flawless skin breaking into goosebumps at the air hitting him but it goes back to flushing when you put your hands on his chest, your mouth delicately painting on his neck and down to his pec, just teasingly close above his nipple.
"My handsome boy," you say under your breath but Jungkook still hears it, his back arching when you use your nails to gently scratch down from his chest and down to the sides of his waist, hands nestling on his prominent bulge.
You're adjusting your position from his lap and down to the floor instead, making his breath hitch because this is truly happening. "I really love it when you wear gray sweats, y'know?"
"Yeah?" Jungkook toothily grins at the sudden intermission of your words, his body leaning on the couch as he looks at you fixing your hair, "remind me to always wear them around you."
You snort as you come to accept that Jungkook won't be forever shy to your sudden takes and compliments, genuinely not expecting for him to reply to that. "Only around me?"
"I'm okay with that," he giggles and you find yourself mirroring the giddy expression he has on, his sounds of sincere amusement suddenly ceasing when you palm his bulge that's become harder at the short amount of time you took to fix your hair.
Jungkook whines because it feels good but it's just not enough, eyes about to close when he looks at you one more time and sees the position you're in.
“You’re gonna hurt your knees," he's quick to crouch to slip a pillow right underneath your knees before you could even tell him that it's okay, his gesture of worry and affection making your heart even more warm.
You're in love with Jungkook, that's for sure — the same Jungkook who's about to get his first blowjob but goes out of his way to put a pillow under your knees.
The band of his sweatpants travel down by your own ministrations and Jungkook tries to calm his heart that's beating too fast when he sees you locking your eyes at his tight boxer brief and the visible strain his cock is in.
Your core practically pulses around nothing upon seeing Jungkook's cock the moment you wiggle him out of his boxers, unconsciously wetting your lips at the sight.
You haven't even done anything but Jungkook's heavily breathing, breath getting caught in his throat when he sees you peer up at him. The unhinged "you're big, baby — you really have it all, don't you?" going straight to his ego that makes him whimper pathetically.
"I got you, 'mmkay? I'll make you feel good, Kook," you assure him with no doubt and Jungkook doesn't contest it, about to eagerly nod and thank you when you press a wet kiss to the tip of his cock that immediately shuts him up.
You press a kiss again and the needy sounds coming from Jungkook eggs you to tease him but the conscience of just planning to do it another time overcomes you, lips finally wrapping around his head that he mewls at the warmth.
"F-fuck," he grunts when you remove your lips and attach them back to his head but this time with a stronger hold, feeling the tip of your tongue flick on the underside of his cock, "I am so fucked."
Jungkook whines because he thinks it's pathetic because he's already on-edge with just barely the action, yet he pushes it at the back of his head because he knows that this is pleasure unlike no other.
You deem his mewls enough before detaching and he looks at you desperately, the words fuzzy in his mouth along with his mind that's just riddled with chasing pleasure.
He follows your every move — from the way you smirk up at him, to the way you press a chaste kiss on the inside of his thigh, and to the way you sink your warm mouth down to his cock until his head reaches the back of your throat.
"Shit!" Jungkook writhes at the burst of pleasure, moaning the loudest he's ever did and it's music to your ears when he does so. "You're so warm," he grunts in between moans your hands circle his balls and start massaging them right in your hold, making Jungkook throw his head back.
You bob your head up and down his length and the added sensations of your nails dully scratching the small of his back and his thighs make his hips stutter, realizing that he's starting to move.
Not one to disappoint, you adjust your knees to angle yourself further to accommodate his shallow thrusts, wrangled moans coming out of Jungkook every time he hits the back of his throat. "Y-you're so good to me."
Jungkook takes the liberty of tangling his hands in your hair and you let him, not adding any real pressure on pulling your face down to his cock, but you try to sink further down anyway that you gag in the process, the new sensation making Jungkook release a guttural moan that turns into a high-pitched whine.
"You take care of me so good, babe. I-I — fuck!," he's cut short the moment you hollow out your cheeks and moan around his length, the goosebumps propping up from his skin immediately as your added actions take him to a new high, "I-I think I'm gonna cum."
He's almost scared that he will because he is embarrassingly quick and doesn't even realize, but you don't mind at all. He's writhing away from you but regrets it immediately as he's almsot disoriented when you pop off from his cock, lips puffy and eyes glazed.
"Look at me once you do."
Jungkook moans even louder when you sink your mouth back to his cock and your hands massage his balls even more fervently, his grunts and whines slipping from him with no breaks in between.
You're sucking him off so good that he can't stay still, feeling a euphoric chill starting to trickle down from the base of his spine that he feels tears prickling at the corner of his eyes.
Jungkook blows his load to your mouth and you try to take it all, his cum overflowing that some trickles down the corners of your mouth and that sends him further to the edge, still feeling the warmth of you on his cock that's all-sensitive.
You detach from him once you hear him whine, looking up to see your boyfriend who looks delightfully fucked-out with his bare chest heaving and his hair sticking to his damp forehead.
The smile in your face returns, wiping your lips with the back of your hand before you sit beside him, wanting to stay still before you tend to him with some towels and coax him into a warm shower.
"All good?" you ask and he replies with eagerness, so deep into satisfaction that his eyes are all heavy, "it's perfect. God, you're so perfect."
Jungkook's regaining his breath at the moment, his face tucked to your neck, his sweat sticking to what he realizes is the shirt that you're still in. "I'll make you feel good next time, I swear."
You're excited at the thought but you're even more entertained now at the sheer determination coming from your spent boyfriend, "shhh, you need to get your breathing stable for that first, don't you?"
“Shut up,” Jungkook replies just as amused, putting his hand over your mouth that does nothing to conceal your erupting giggles.
He burrows further to your neck, the contentment he feels enough to make him knocked out and sleep for ten hours straight.
Jungkook’s about to do just that but not without tugging you down and giving you a warm kiss, taking a second after to bump his nose with yours.
“I love you.”
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taehoneys · 3 months ago
+ Jungkook doesn’t take rejection that well, you find that out the hard way.
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A certain video circulates the school after your big mistake and you never do mistakes, but you did this time… a big one: J e o n J u n g k o o k
— Pairing: Jungkook x Reader ft. Taehyung
— Genre: Drama
— AU(s): College!AU Fratboy!AU
— Warnings: Fingering, Oral, choking, all kinds of sex, okay? Oh, and sometimes it’s unprotected.
— Word Count: 5.4K
— Note: This is the first actual fic that I will be posting to Tumblr! I’m nervous/excited. I hope you enjoy it.
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02; She’s the Good Girl
If you had one word to describe yesterday, it would be fuck, but looking at your friend heading your way, you could think of two: oh, fuck.
Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh-
“F-fuck.” Your choked moans played out in your head, as you remembered the blissful feeling spreading throughout your body as you rode Jungkook out.
You couldn’t help but bring up your hand to your mouth, freezing in the very middle of the library where - 30 minutes prior - you had agreed to meet up with your best friend, Juli. However, if she were to find out what happened last night, she may just become your ex-best friend.
“Hey, bitch!” Juli strutted her way over to you as she dug around in her purse, all the clutter in there hitting against each other as she desperately tried to find something.
Sparing you a glance, she asked, “Did you find us a place to sit?”
“Girl, I just got here.”
You watch as she finally gives up searching in her purse, readjusting the strap back on her shoulder before linking her arm with yours, her other hand going up to her forehead as she lets out a groan.
“I have a killer headache, that’s what my stupid ass gets for drinking too much last night. You don’t happen to have any Advil, do you?”
To her disappointment, you shake your head. You were pretty lucky that you woke up this morning without a pounding headache; however, you did wake up with a pounded pussy and that was enough for you to regret last night’s alcoholic decisions.
As Juli and you made your rounds around the library, waiting for a table to free up, you couldn’t help but simmer in last night’s sin. How did last night even turn out that way? How did it begin with the intention of ruining Jungkook’s party and end with you ruining his frickin bedsheets? The plan was to enter the frat party and go for the big dick, but you really did that.
“Sooo, tell me you got back at him,” Juli smirked up at you, being a whole 4 inches shorter.
You pursed your lips before letting out a simple “yeah,” which would have been more convincing had it not been for the Jungkook walking in the opposite direction, his arm going up as he let a casual “Yoooo” escape his lips, only for you to ignore him.
Taehyung poked his tongue against the side of his cheek, his jaw-dropping slightly as he let out a chuckle, amused by your ballsiness.
Jungkook stiffened, his eyes widening slightly as he couldn’t bring himself to bring his arm back down by his side. He swallowed back the sly comment he never got to make, his eyebrows coming together as he turned to stare as you walked away from him.
Taehyung erupts into laughter. “Fuck, dude. Did you expect her to be all pissing kittens for you? I mean have you not noticed?”
Jungkook turned to his friend, raising an eyebrow.
Taehyung shoves his hands in his pocket, leaning forward. “Nobody’s talking about you two. Shit, it’s almost like it never happened.”
Jungkook clenched his jaw, his eyes narrowing at his friend who seemed a little too amused by everything.
“Fuck off” was Jungkook’s only response as he pushed past Taehyung, heading down the escalators. Like I give a fuck. But truth be told, he did a give a fuck. Was Taehyung trying to say you were embarrassed by him? That’s why you didn’t go around bragging that you had sex with him as the other girls had done?
It would be a lie to say Jungkook’s ego didn’t inflate every time he heard the next-day rumors, loving the way it built up his reputation just a little more. I mean who wouldn’t like to hear good things about themselves regarding the way they were in bed? It didn’t make him a bad person. After all, they were never things he said himself nor did he ever brag about it. Instead, he would often win girls over with a sloppy grin as he cocked an eyebrow, responding with: “I don’t know, baby. Why don’t we let it speak for itself?” So maybe him being a little pissed about your behavior had something to do with the way it hurt his ego. Did he not satisfy you in the end? Was he not good enough for you?
And maybe the answer to that question would differ depending on who you asked. If it was your best friend, the answer was Hell No. If it was Taehyung, it would still be Hell No. But what if it was you?
“Maybe.” You responded to Juli’s question about Jungkook being so drunk he hadn’t remembered last night’s events correctly.
“Damn, girl. Maybe you left him thinking he would eventually get some.” Juli stuck her tongue out. “Good thing it was you and not me. I think I would have dropped on my knees for him.”
You nearly choke on your drink because by the way your friend was talking about him, you would think she had the hots for him. But she couldn’t, could she?
The whole time you two were studying, you couldn’t help but try to shake off the feeling that Juli may or may not have a crush on Jungkook. To anyone else, it would have been just any other comment; but to you, it wasn’t. You’ve known her for 8 years already and you know that when she flips her hair over her shoulder and pokes her tongue out like that, that she’s deadass thinking about it.
And what was so horrible about that? So what if you had sex with Jungkook already? Would that make it weird? It wasn’t like you were going to have sex with him again. Yet thinking about Juli’s tiny self flirting with Jungkook and noticing their cute height difference caused a squeeze to your heart.
Wait, were you jealous of Juli? You thought about all the times that you two so happened to have a crush on the same boy. Of course, Juli was always the first to realize and the first to blurt it out so you would never tell her that you liked the same boy. And when she would successfully get the boy, you realized that you made the right choice in not telling her. How embarrassing would it be to get rejected every single time?
After all, you thought she was way cuter than you. She was skinny and really tiny with such dewy skin and huge eyes and strong eyebrows and the only thing you would mark her down for was that her eyelashes weren’t real, but that was hardly an issue with everything you felt insecure about yourself.
So then why did you ignore Jungkook, earlier? Didn’t you get to him first? Couldn’t you have maybe flirted with him more and more? No, not without getting either hurt or rejected in the end. Afterall, Jungkook never kept anyone around for that long. You couldn’t risk it. You couldn’t fall hard for someone not willing to catch you.
In no way was all this thinking you saying that you felt something for Jungkook. It was just you contemplating all the what if’s (and realizing how insecure you felt against Juli).
Giggling from a few tables over broke you away from your thoughts. You recognized the girl, Nina, from the party last night. As she tucked her hair behind her ear, she revealed to be wearing a dangly sparkly earring. The same exact one that the girl from the window bore.
“Did you guys…” One of her friends raised her eyebrows at her, a smile on her face hinting at something.
Nina clasped her hands together, her feet coming together as she stood up nice and tall (thanks only to her 3-inch heels).
“Would you believe me if I told you…yes?” She giggled obnoxiously loud, linking her hands with her other friends as they shook their hands around.
She breaks free from them to throw herself down in the chair, her hands over her heart. “Like Jungkook said that I had given him the best blowjob of his life.”
Juli scrunched her face up in disgust. “Damn, so I guess your teasing just ended up driving him into the arms of another girl.”
You didn’t say anything, still thinking about what Nina just said. She gave Jungkook a blowjob…after you two had sex?
A snicker tugged on the corner of your lips.
“Damn, guess operation blue balls was a stupid move.” Juli shakes her head, diverting her attention to her phone as she starts to stand up.
You guiltily nod your head at her, following her lead and packing up your things to then head your way out of the library where you would eventually part ways for your next class, which so happened to be Economics.
Taking your usual seat to the left of the auditorium, you were surprised to see that Jungkook hadn’t made it to class yet.
“Looking for me?” You hear from the side of you, turning your head to see that Jungkook was making his way into your row, unexpectedly taking a seat to your right.
You try to control your face as much as possible, though it was hard because you couldn’t believe he dares sit right beside you.
“I believe your seat is over there.” You point across the room, avoiding eye contact and instead unzipping your bag.
You could feel Jungkook’s eyes trained on you the whole time as he takes off his backpack, placing it on the floor.
“I can sit wherever I want.”
“Yeah, anywhere… but beside me.”
You finally look at Jungkook, realizing that he was narrowing his eyes at you.
You roll your own, taking out your notebook to start paying attention to the class. Though how could you pay attention when Jungkook was elbowing you every so often? The way your notes soon became filled with lines here and there from your pen having being lifted right off the page.
“Your elbows are not that long.” You hiss at him, cursing at how your seats are bolted to the ground.
Jungkook smirks, “Depends what you’re comparing them to.”
You make a face of disgust throwing in a “gross” to make it that much more convincing.
“That’s not what you were moaning about last night.”
Your jaw almost hits the desk, your face slightly reddening, but all because of the anger boiling inside you.
“Shut up before somebody hears you.”
“So what if they do?” Jungkook raises his voice slightly, leaning back against his desk, pissed off by the way you kept brushing him off.
Before you could respond to him, your teacher stops her lecture calling upon both of you to share your noisy whispering that was distracting her class.
“I think I liked it better when both of you were across the room from each other, that way at least you were able to share your fruitful discussion with the class. Come on, let’s hear it.”
You throw a bunch of curse words Jungkook’s way, mentally of course. You didn’t want the teacher to associate yourself with the likes of him. After all, you were a really good student and with the end of the year approaching, you were hoping to snag a letter of recommendation from her.
“S-sorry, Dr. Lim,” you apologize, your heart drumming hard against your chest, “I was just letting him know a couple of things he wasn’t grasping.”
“Like last night…when you asked me to grasp your ass,” Jungkook whispered under his breath, tracing his lips with his pen before flickering his eyes your way, making sure you heard.
Which of course you did. The guy was less than a foot away from you.
“Very well…Okay, Class…” Dr. Lim went back to teaching the class and you went back to firing your eyes at Jungkook.
“I did not ask you to grasp my ass, you asked to grasp my ass!”
Jungkook hums pretending to take some notes on his laptop. “Not the way I remember it.”
Your head was about to burst, you were sure of it. “You probably got so fucked up you killed a couple of your brain cells, you asshat.”
“Oh, fuck~ Your cock is so big! My tiny little cunt can’t handle it!” Jungkook pitched his voice higher as if saying that’s how you sounded. “Just admit you were hungry for this dick and move on. Nothing to be ashamed of, ba-by.”
Your chest was rising and falling hard by this point, almost trembling over how much you wanted to kill him right then and there. “As if I’d fall for a lame-ass tik-tok boy with your stupid dangly earring. What, trying to match with your pretty little girlfriend?”
“This ‘stupid dangly earring’ had you biting on it, don’t act like it didn’t drive you crazy.” Jungkook crosses his eyes and sticks his tongue out.
You click your tongue, leaning in to whisper lowly, “It didn’t. The alcohol did.”
Jungkook flinched a little at your words, narrowing his eyes before he finally got up, grabbing your wrist and pulling you out of class, ignoring the teacher’s call for you two and ignoring the way you fought to yank it back. However, complying with his tug was probably for the best since all the unwanted attention was causing your cheeks to burn.
Stumbling after him, Jungkook manages to push you into the boys’ restroom, where he kicks open a stall to throw you in there with him.
Holding onto your wrist tightly, he uses his other hand to lock it.
You were about to open your mouth, ready to accuse him of being crazy, but one look from Jungkook was enough to shut you up.
Keeping his eyes locked with yours, Jungkook slowly pushes you back against the wall, where he finally breaks eye contact, his eyes watching as he brings his hand up to start traveling up your waist, his eyes eventually connecting back with yours.
“You’re pissing me off, you know that?”
You watch his hand start to slip under your shirt, going back to your waist where he grazes his thumb in circles, traveling higher and higher until you flicker your eyes up to meet his because he’s now made his way under your bra and the way he’s teasing your nipple is causing all sorts of confusion.
“J-Jungko-” Your breath hitched slightly, losing yourself to the tingles you felt as the pad of his thumb brushed against your erect nipple, your shirt riding up until your nipples hit the cold air, making them harder.
Jungkook hushed you, a sly smile on his face. “Shhh…You don’t want anyone finding out, remember?”
His other hand snaked around you, slipping under your shirt to unclasp your bra. His right hand then mimicked his left, fingers caressing the sides of your breasts as his thumbs stimulated your nipples.
You couldn’t help but clench your thighs together, hips moving as Jungkooks thumbs moved around and around. It wasn’t until he pinched them that you opened your mouth to let out a soft “ah!”
Jungkook’s eyelids dropped slightly, his jaw slightly slack, watching how receptive you were to his dominant moves made the blood rush straight down to his cock.
He pinched your nipples harder, this time not letting go, but bouncing your breasts slightly right in front of him. He quickly remembered how sexy you looked while riding him, your breasts bouncing hard with every stroke your pussy gave his dick.
He wanted nothing more than to oil them up so he could grope them and - later - rub his dick in between them and bust all over your face.
Your moans brought him out of his trance, allowing him to release your breasts from his fingers, but only to re-grasp one and press his hot mouth against it, his tongue rubbing slowly against your already sensitive nipples.
“F-fuck!” You give his locks a slight tug, your eyes practically rolling back as he flickered his tongue eagerly.
He moaned his “mm?” in between switching attention from one breast’s nipple to the other, tugging it between his teeth before covering it with his mouth to suck on your flesh, nipping and teasing as he pleased.
You desperately tried to get more friction on your clit, driven mad by his mouth’s teasing tugs on your right bud. Your eyebrows creased hard and you hummed in pleasure, blessed that the restroom was empty because the last thing you wanted was someone from your class catching you two and revealing how much of a whore you were to suddenly leave class for an impromptu foreplay session.
You feel Jungkook’s mouth leave your breast, opening your eyes to see a string of saliva connecting his mouth to your nipple, which he breaks off with a swirl of his tongue.
He smirks at you slightly, amused by how flushed and panted he has left you.
“Ah, j-jerk,” You say at him, having been more convincing if you didn’t practically moan it out.
Jungkook’s eyes are captivated by your breasts and their swollen buds, so when he talks it almost looks like he’s talking to them. “Your body reacts so easily to mine and there you were denying that you were hot for me.”
You throw your arms around to cover your breasts, angrily squinting at him. “And what about you?”
With one swift movement, you reach to cup his bulge, feeling how hard he has gotten from teasing you.
You notice how Jungkook’s Adam’s apple bobs, his lips parting as he exhales.
You raise an eyebrow at him, slipping your hand into his waistband where you wrap your tiny hand around his girth, feeling the entire length of his very hard muscle.
Before Jungkook has time to indulge on anything however, you pull your hand, it being too constricted in his pants for any movements anyway.
Jungkook groans, a glint in his eyes before his hands are unbuttoning your pants, your hands jerking to wrap around his wrists.
“What do you think you’re doing?” You tease him, pushing away his hand, but only half-heartedly. Truth was, you liked this, you liked this whole “I don’t want you” act happening between the two of you because truthfully, you both wanted each other. Not romantically, but sexually.
Forcing your pants down your legs, Jungkook helps you out of them. “W-we’re still in the bathroom, idiot.” You feign embarrassment.
Jungkook chuckles slightly, his smile falling as he inches closer to you, his body pressing against your side before his hand goes between your legs, his two fingers rubbing your wetness through your panties.
“Fuck, you’re soaked.” Jungkook points out as he rubs your clit lazily through your panties, slipping his fingers to curl around your panties before tugging it to slap against you.
You jerk your hips up, a pleasurable yelp slipping past your lips causing Jungkook to grin.
“Turn around and bend over,” Jungkook whispers into your ear. “You’ll do that for me, won’t you? Like a good girl~?”
You cock up a brow, licking your lips to then retort back, “In your dreams, asshole.”
“Yeah?” He doubts what you’re saying, his lips attaching themselves to your neck, easily finding your sensitive spot to tease with his licks and sucks.
You curse yourself, this time not being so confident in your response. “Y-yes.”
You give in, your legs feeling wobbly as Jungkook sensually places open-mouthed kisses on your neck, his hands returning between your legs, this time making it inside your panty.
You start to hear shuffling happening outside the classroom, people’s chatter picking up as class had ended. Soon people were going to be going in and out of the bathroom and it would be 1) harder to hide your moans and 2) harder to go unnoticed that the two of you have exited the bathroom.
But how could you pull away from Jungkook when his fingers had begun fucking into you so good that you didn’t even care about the purple kisses he was leaving behind on your skin? It was too good, it was -
“T-too much.” You cry out, your hand coming up to muffle your moans as you moved your hips along with the caresses of his fingers.
Jungkook’s lips leave your neck, giving you a dangerous smile as he starts to crouch down, pulling down your panties along with, his kisses on your mound making you weak.
You breathing quickens just from the sight of Jungkook flashing his eyes up as he kisses closer to your folds. It wasn’t until he throws a leg over his shoulder that you feel his sucks on your sensitive bundle of nerves, causing you to jerk your head back, squirming as his lips smack together, purposefully making noise to echo in the room.
You find your fingers weaving into his hair, gripping tightly as you sink into the warmth of his mouth, looking down to see how his eyes have now shut in bliss, eating you out to his heart’s content.
“Bet you’ll squirt for me.” Jungkook takes a second to separate his mouth from your pussy, his fingers thrusting inside you as his other hand pulls your flower’s lip to give him access to your swollen clit.
“Oh, fuck, Jungkook!” You can’t hold back your mewls, crying loud enough to reach the ears of those in the hallway. You couldn’t stop yourself, the ecstasy was soaring through your body. The way he pressed against your spongy area over and over as his tongue flicked your clit was leaving you breathless, the pressure building in your lower abdomen.
You shamelessly moaned, tears blurring your vision as you thought about how much better it would be if it was Jungkook’s thick member ramming into you instead.
You gasped when Jungkook suddenly pulled away, left in the middle of your way to climax. You watched as he suddenly yanked down his sweatpants, his cock springing upright, hard and angry, the tip swollen and needy.
“Forget it, bend over,” Jungkook almost pleaded as he commanded. You didn’t argue this time, turning and leaning over to then reach around and guide him into your pussy, anxious and needy.
Jungkook let out a pleasurable sigh, pushing into you in mini thrusts until your flower opened up to wrap around his rod, snugly. He gripped onto your hips as he finally entered your depths, sure to leave a bruise there.
Your vagina squeezed around him, your breath hiccuping as you smiled in satisfaction. “Oh~”
It took the two of you a second before starting to move in a rhythm, Jungkook loving how tight and warm you were around him and you loving how much he filled you up.
Jungkook gathered your hair together, gently gripping onto it in one hand as he yanked your head back, thrusting zealously.
“Ah~ f-fuck me harder!” You whined, Jungkook obeying with harsher thrusts.
“Shit, ____! You’re so frickin’ sexy.”
Jungkook and your labored breathing soon filled the room, this time no longer empty as people would trickle inside but not before high tailing out of there the minute they heard the groans and moans from the two of you.
You didn’t care at all. They could hear you all they wanted. Jungkook fucking you senseless was all you wanted and desired at the moment, desperately needing your release. You turn slightly, trying to take in the image of Jungkook right now. After all, isn’t he just proving how much he wants you?
Jungkook meets you, slightly leaning around to also take a look at your face. Your eyes look straight at his lips, wondering how they would feel against your own. Turning back around you, you bring your fingers to lightly feel your lips, imagining his own.
To your surprise, Jungkook wraps his arms around you, pulling you upright against him as he continues to snap his hips up, aiming directly at your g-spot.
In a couple strikes, you throw your head back against him, seeing stars as your legs tremble,your mouth wide open to spew out your sharp inhales and loud cries as you reach orgasm.
Jungkook grunts into your shoulder, pulling you close as his cock twitches, the seeds spilling inside of you in a couple of loads. He pants and even though he’s exhausted he focuses on holding you who could practically collapse.
“Fu…..fuck.” You say as you try to regulate your breathing, your heart still racing.
At the same time, whistles were heard from the ones coming in and out of the bathroom, alongside stupid remarks, as they had heard everything from you two.
Pounding on the door causes you to jolt a little, annoyed when the people on the other side taunt for the two of you to exit.
Jungkook chuckles, unwrapping his arms around you as he pulls himself out of you, witnessing some cum leaking out of you before he pounds back on the door.
“Fuck out of here!” he shouted at them, only to be answered with more taunts.
You grab a fistful of toilet paper trying to clean up. “God, how am I going to sneak out?”
The corner of Jungkook’s smile turns up. “Now the whole school will know.”
“Was that your intention?!” You scoff his way, but the feeling of cum spilling out of you, jerks your attention back south.
“Y-you came inside me.” You say as you grab more toilet paper, surprised by the random leak coming out of you.
Jungkook gulps. What was he thinking? He clearly wasn’t, overwhelmed by the idea of how good it would feel to cum inside you, but now he realizes what a stupid mistake that was.
You roll your eyes at Jungkook’s silence, him watching as you put back your clothes.
“You’re not on the pill?” Jungkook mentally kicks himself at how rude it sounds and truthfully, he didn’t mean it that way, but the whole situation is a bit awkward and he didn’t know how to fix it at all.
Now it was your turn to watch him put on his sweatpants, him leaning against the door after he was finished.
“No, I’m not.” You finally admit.
Jungkook crosses his arms, his heart accelerating as he started to panic.
You walk over to him, poking his chest. “You’re taking responsibility.”
Jungkook chokes on his spit. Sweat starting to build up on his forehead because responsibility is the last thing on his mind always.
“…you’re buying me Plan B.” You bust out your phone, ready to take down his number. “Shit’s expensive. Now gimme your number.”
“Well, if you wanted my number you could’ve just said so,” he inappropriately jokes to which you shoot him a look.
“Fine, I’ll take responsibility,” he busts his phone out, exchanging it with yours so you can have each other numbers. “But…”
He looks up at you, mischievously “…not for this.”
He unlocks the bathroom door, the guys who have crowded in the bathroom now “Oooh!” -ing in excitement to see who were banging in the middle of lectures happening.
Your face falls, almost giving him a pleading look as he starts to exit. Before you could grasp his plaid shirt he flies out and you desperately grab the door and close it to lock it, leaning against it angrily when you hear him give high fives to all that are in here.
“Shit.” You panic, not knowing how to get out of this one.
“Come out! Come out! Come out!” The crowd begins to chant in the bathroom’s lobby and all you do is lean against the bathroom door, shutting your eyes because you really screwed up this time, letting Jungkook leave a mess for you- in and out.
What did you exactly expect though? That the two out of you would walk out of this holding hands, acting all giggly and shit? No, of course not, but at least some human decency and shooing everyone away so you could escape would’ve been nice. But you guess Jungkook enjoys knowing he won over you like some villain of a movie. Yet, aren’t villains always the heroes in their stories?
“Yeah, yeah… Everyone get out.” You hear someone attempt to shoo the crowd away.
“I gotta take a huge dump.”
Your eyebrows draw up, but you hear everyone start to leave, but not without letting out groans and “boo"s.
The noise gradually falls into a silence and you start to wonder if everyone has left the bathroom entirely. As you start to turn around, you get startled by a knock on your door.
"It’s me, Taehyung.”
Taehyung? Your mind tries hard to put his name to a face, struggling with how blurry last night events were. But then you remember a couple girls calling him over, the tall, wavy-haired guy walking over to lay across their laps on the couch.
Slowly, you unlock the door, opening it to confirm it was really him -Taehyung. He stands there, his wavy hair practically falling over his eyes, but since he towered over you, you bake under the intensity of his gaze.
Grinning, he leans against the bathroom wall, waving his hand for you to come out of the stall.
“Cleared the path for you.”
You chew on your lip as you hesitate, but slowly start to walk out, observing how Taehyung isn’t one bit surprised at you being in the boy’s bathroom at all.
“You don’t look surprised.”
He shrugs at you, pursing his smile in as if he wanted to laugh.
“You didn’t come in to help me, did you…?” It was silly of you to think Taehyung really had plowed through the crowd like a knight in shining armor, but you couldn’t help but wonder.
“Nah, I was just…” Taehyung looks down at the ground, looking like he lost his train of thought a little.
“Gunna take a dump?” You tease him, leaning against the bathroom sink.
He laughs loudly, throwing his head back before juggling for something in his pocket, finally taking out his Juul pen and playfully wiggling the pax device in his fingers.
“Ah,” you nod your head, getting it. “I see.”
You hug your arms around you, looking at the doorway anxiously, overhearing those lurking by the bathroom.
Taehyung raises an eyebrow, “Still not safe?”
You shake your head, laughing lightly, “No, there are still people outside, but I guess that’s what I get, right?”
Taehyung stares at you intensely for a second before he brings up his juul pen between his lips, taking a hit before walking out and purposely directing the smoke at those standing out there.
You hear the students outside the bathroom groan, but hopefully that meant they had left.
Taehyung returns inside the bathroom, a wide grin on his face, pretty proud of himself.
You stare at him in disbelief before cracking a big grin yourself.
Taehyung motions for you to hold his silver juul pen (which you do), to then pull his hoodie over his head, your eyes immediately drawing to the abs peeking from his under his shirt that’s riding up along his hoodie. As he successfully takes it off, his hair is left tousled, and you realize a second too late that he’s watching you eyeing him.
Gulping you look away because jeez you just fucked his best friend.
His lips turn upward into a tiny smile, reaching for his juul in exchange for his hoodie.
Holding his hoodie, you look at him for an explanation, but he just hits you with,
“I don’t get why you’re letting him do this to you…. You’re wayy to good for him.”
Following his line of vision, you realize he’s staring at your neck, and when you instinctively reach up to stroke it, your left wincing slightly as your fingers must have grazed Jungkook’s hickeys. Though Taehyung wasn’t referring to your hickeys alone, but the whole thing happening between you and Jeon.
“Thanks, I guess.” You respond to him saying you’re out of Jungkook’s league, putting on the hoodie he gives you, understanding now that you can hide in it. “And for this, too. You didn’t have to.”
Taehyung leaning against the wall, admiring the way you look in his baggy gray hoodie. “It’s cool…It’ll give me an excuse to see you again.”
You find it hard to disconnect your eyes from his, but eventually you do, giving him a tiny wave before you’re off.
And as you walk away, you’re left with a smile on your face because you realize that…
…not all guys are bad.
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btssaysstudy · 22 hours ago
Salvage || jjk/kth - Masterlist
Type: Mini series (ongoing)
Summary: After your confession, it's safe to say that there was nothing left to salvage between you and Jungkook. However, things start to change when a new hurdler joins the team.
Genre: college!au, track!jungkook, track!taehyung, track!reader, angst & fluff
Pairing: jungkook x reader, taehyung x reader
Warning(s) : unrequited love, alcohol (drinking) mentioned, swearing
a/n: My first mini series! Let me know what you guys think and the ending depends on your feedback :)
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Part One
Part Two (week of 4 Oct)
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bts-reveries · 15 days ago
feelings || jjk
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๑ masterlist ๑
pairing: jungkook x reader
genre: fluff and a hint of angst
summary: Jungkook and Y/n have been best friends since high school. They were together basically 360 days out of the whole year. Whatever Y/n wanted to do, Jungkook was always down for it. Every happy memory they had, they were with each other. You just can’t imagine them not being friends. Oh.. well Jungkook can, actually. I mean, he can imagine them to be more than friends. At least that’s all he ever thinks about. Jungkook loves Y/n. Of course as a friend and more than that. They have everything in common. In his eyes, she’s perfect for him. Jungkook just wishes that something they can also have in common was the feelings he has for her.
a/n: starting off with the first au of the college series! hope you all enjoy this just as much as our last adventure <3
read this first if you haven’t yet!
the meteor shower
it’ll start off our series ~ everything that happens now is after what happened in that drabble!
also, listen to this song: feelings by lauv
it was the inspo :)
taglist: pretty please send an ask to be added! limit is 50 blogs :)
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chateautae · 10 months ago
here i come | jjk. (m)
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➵ summary :  tipsy hide-and-seek turns into more when you and jeon jungkook choose the same closet to hide in.
➵ pairing : jungkook x reader
➵ genre :  college!au, smut, pwp
➵ rating : 18+
➵ word count : 3k
➵ warnings : sexual content, teasing, swearing, mentions of alcohol, tipsy but both parties are able to consent, dirty talk, breast fondling, fingering, bigdick!jungkook cause wbk, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up lovelies) mentions of oral, slight name kink, begging, creampie
➵ a/n: i’ve always wanted to try this idea with jungkook and i finally have!! he just seems so perfect for this scenario. as always, your comments and feedback are appreciated! enjoy :)
↳ *read the second part!*
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Dammit, you had 30 seconds left and had just made it to the second floor, cheeks flushed from running around and the slight buzz of alcohol making your insides giddy.
Rushing towards the first room that came into sight, you barge in panicked as Taehyung reaches 25 seconds.
You’re welcomed to a bedroom with such a damn open floor concept you’re cursing the architect of this entire fraternity house. There was absolutely no place for you to hide, not even under the bed where its four sides directly met the floor to accommodate for drawers. 
Your eyes dart around the space for almost too long, searching for anywhere to hide once Taehyung shouts 16 from downstairs, sending you into complete over drive. You couldn’t even leave knowing the scarce time you had and virtually no room to abandon your spot. 
You then noticed the relatively small closet, tucked away into the corner of the room and rejoiced with eternal gratitude.
You bolted for the single, measly door and swung it right open, only to land your eyes on a shocked Jeon Jungkook staring back at you like a deer caught in headlights. 
“Jungkook? What are you doing here?!” you hissed in a whisper. 
“I’m hiding. What are you doing here?” Jungkook whispered back, scrutinizing you. 
“I’m trying to hide-” 
“Fuck! Okay I’m sorry, I’ll leave-” you had just began shutting the closet door, almost succeeding until Jungkook stopped you in your tracks and suddenly grabbed you by your waist, pulling you flush against him as his other hand shut the door behind you. 
“What are you-!”
“Shh, you can’t hide anywhere in 8 seconds, and if you’re caught first you’ll have to drink all the jello shots downstairs. You’ll black out.” Jungkook whispered with near concern, doe eyes innocently looking down at you as he spoke.
You then became suddenly aware of just how close you were to him. You could feel the breaths he took against your skin, chests pressing against each other so tight that if Jungkook peered any further than your face he’d undoubtedly be welcomed by your cleavage. 
It was then you registered just how small this closet was. All the clothes behind Jungkook cut off the length by half and other belongings limited the width, leaving just enough space between yourself and the door; that space only existing due to Jungkook clutching you to him.
Your eyes faltered from his gaze realizing the invasion of all personal space, looking at his chest instead to hide your heated cheeks. “But the closet.. it’s too small-”
“Don’t worry, I’d rather have you here than blacked out on the kitchen floor.” Jungkook lightly chuckled and flashed you his pretty smile, the vibration of his laugh running throughout your entire body.
You acquiesced and settled into his hold, swallowing shallowly as you looked anywhere but at him, and he also diverted his vision. Your hands were situated on his firm chest and you couldn’t help but remember how ripped he was underneath. You could feel his arm wrapped around your lower back, hovering just before the curve of your ass as his other held the closet door shut. 
You tried to distract yourself until you suddenly heard the door outside swinging open, someone’s laboured footsteps quickly stalking into the room. 
You panicked and almost exclaimed until Jungkook planted his hand over your mouth, silencing you with a mouthed ‘shh.’
“Man what the fuck, when did you people get good at hiding?!” Taehyung’s loud voice shouted in the room, scared if he actually had half a brain to check the closet. 
“I swear to God if I don’t find anyone in the next 10 minutes, I’m knocking the fuck out!” You could hear Taehyung cursing under his breath as his voice grew quieter, the room’s door slamming shut as his footsteps faded. 
You instantly loosened up, thanking the heavens Taehyung was too drunk to check the only possible hiding place in what you could tell was his own room. 
Jungkook’s hand faltered from your mouth as he seemed relieved too, letting go of your waist. Hating that you oddly missed his hold, you took half a step back before you knocked into the door and felt the doorknob jab you.
“Ouch, this closet is small as fuck, who makes a closet this small?” You complained, pouting and rubbing at the inflicted area.
“It is, I think it’s actually better if I hold you..” Jungkook didn’t even let you protest before he was pulling you in, his arms practically hugging you to him and your hands landed on his taut chest again, peering up at him in surprise. 
“You know, so you don’t hit the door.” 
“Right, the door..” You agreed and broke your gaze with him. A moment of silence passed before he spoke.
“Where’d the knob hit you?”
“The doorknob, where’d it hit you?” Jungkook looked at you considerately, gently sliding his hands up and down your back.
“O-oh. My lower back..” You admitted shyly, feeling your cheeks blushing at his sudden concern.
Jungkook then glided his hands to your lower back, beginning to rub pacifyingly with his deft hands. “Here?”
You barely nodded, mind malfunctioning at the way he was massaging you slowly. He was stroking against the small of your back and you gripped his jacket leaning into him, looking away.
Great, now he was rubbing you with those veiny hands and you couldn’t stop thinking about it. Not to mention the alcohol slightly buzzing in your veins and Jungkook’s cologne flooding your nose so intoxicatingly that electricity shot throughout your body.
You were already pressed so close to him that it made you feel hotter than you should be, the cool leather of his jacket calming your skin and suddenly remembering he has an arm full of tattoos tucked away under his sleeve. 
You’ll be honest, you always found Jungkook attractive. He was gorgeous, no doubt. His doe-eyes, pretty lips, smile that captured anyone’s attention and his innocent, yet sexy charm that reeled any and everyone in. Not to mention his personality, he initially gave off the complete fuckboy vibe, dressed in his combat boots, jackets and even sported tattoos, yet he was sweet, considerate and introverted. 
But even if you found him attractive, you always drilled it into your head Jungkook probably wouldn’t think the same about you. Good-looking people attract good-looking people, they flock together and you found yourself always coming up short when comparing yourself to the line up of people ready to get on their knees for him. 
It essentially made you friendzone him, convincing yourself friends was as far as you’d get and he seemed to treat you the similarly.
But when you could feel your boobs squishing against his rock hard chest, his arms wrapped firmly around you and his breath fanning the top of your head as you leaned into him, you could think of him as anything but a friend. 
Your core was beginning to alight with the constant feeling of his chest breathing against yours, arms snug around you, your face tucked into his neck to avoid eye contact. But you weren’t stupid, even if you couldn’t see his line of sight, you could feel his eyes darting down towards your chest once in awhile, even tensing at your every micro-movement.
“ I think we should switch positions.” you swallowed dryly, looking off to the side. 
“Uh.. yeah.. good idea.” Jungkook coughed out, loosening his grip. 
He released you and gave you enough to space to turn around, your back now to his chest and Jungkook quickly pulled you in when you nearly bumped into the door again. 
You knew you were tipsy from the result of alcohol, having done a few shots before your friends all stumbled off for hide-and-seek. But what was more intoxicating and had your breath hitching was the way Jungkook slowly ducked his head into your neck, resting it there as his strong arms held you by your waist just around your stomach. His breaths now fanned the exposed skin of your chest, able to hear his every expire crystal clear.  
What made you feel utterly drunk, though, was the lewd way your ass was pressed against Jungkook’s crotch, so close that if you moved any further back, you’d be practically dry humping him. 
Jungkook seemed fairly calm this way, his breathing relaxed until the alcohol in your blood made you want to move. You shifted, your backside rubbing against Jungkook’s crotch area closer than you predicted, and it was your first mistake. 
You instantly heard Jungkook’s breath hitch, his hold tightening for a millisecond before he settled.
Curiosity took over the decision-making part of your brain and you experimentally pushed a little further back, feeling just the slightest bulge of his dick tucked away in his constricting jeans. 
Jungkook immediately breathed out at the contact, his body tensing as he seemed to be holding back. You grew bold and chose to go big or go home, arching yourself further and rolling your ass so promiscuously against him he audibly puffed out air, balling his fists against your body. 
“What are you doing?” 
“I’m not doing anyth-”
“Don’t lie, stop it or else I won’t be able to hold myself back.” He scolded you darkly. 
You folded your arms as you snapped back, “I’m not even asking you to.” Your cleavage was now making an even larger guest experience, your outfit doing little to conceal and Jungkook was reaching his limit.
He was already trying his damn hardest to not look at your chest when you were pressed against him, and even when he had an all-access view with your back to him, but now? He couldn’t help himself any longer.  
He swallowed hard, using every nerve in his body to ensure he wasn’t getting turned on to suppress a boner from poking your ass. He didn’t want to make you more uncomfortable than you already seemed, but then he thought about it; an uncomfortable person wouldn’t purposefully push their ass into his crotch. He then became hyper aware he was buzzed with your body in his hands, your outfit raking his brain and your ass rubbing against his cock. 
Considering your last remark, he slightly lowered the placement of his arms around you, scaling just a centimeter down your body. He felt your breath hitch a little, hating that his eyes kept naturally falling to the exposed top of your chest as you leveled your breathing. 
He experimentally lowered his hold, resting just on your abdomen and you felt your opening clench, clench. Your gaze wondered down to his arms holding you, eyes landing on his tattooed hand and suddenly pondering what it would look like touching your most intimate parts. 
The thought made you just audibly breathe out a moan, instinctively pushing against Jungkook’s crotch again and feeling his bulge a little more generously.
Jungkook let out a slight curse under his breath, his broad chest rising and falling faster as his hands now rested in between your pelvic bone and your abdomen. Your mind jumped to the possibility he was trying something, your thoughts answered when Jungkook spoke. 
“Y/N... can I?..” He trailed as his fingers inched further down your body sparingly, careful of his movements. 
You immediately nodded and Jungkook’s hand darted down to your core, tentatively making contact with your cunt through your dress and your panties nearly soaked, leaning your head against his chest for reprieve.  
“Fuck..” Jungkook cursed more audibly, feeling drunk off the feeling of your ass on his dick.
Jungkook’s hand began rubbing at your folds slowly, teasingly. His other came up to rightfully fondle one of your breasts, eliciting small moans and groans from your lips it made him clutch you tighter against him.
“Shit, you’re so hot.” Jungkook breathed out. 
With a clear view of your chest as he palmed a tit, Jungkook slid his hand down your leg and hiked your dress up. Finding your panty-clad core, Jungkook pressed his thick fingers against your netherlips and you instantly gushed, aching for his fingers to touch you more intimately. 
You gripped the wrist of his hand that continued to play with your boobs, the feeling of Jungkook’s cock now stuffed between your cheeks and his fingers on your cunt driving your high. 
Jungkook began sliding against your slit, enjoying the feeling of your now wet panties staining his fingers, all telling by the way he breathed hard against you. You moaned out louder at the sensation, desperately wanting him to slide his fingers inside of you. 
“Fuck, the way you say my name..” He breathed shallower as he pushed your underwear aside and found your soaking heat, rubbing circles onto your bare pussy and you exclaimed breathlessly. You nearly leapt back into him, the feeling of his cock maximizing your craving for him to be inside you. 
He began spreading your slick all over yourself, the sliding of his veiny hands making you clench your walls until he suddenly went for your clit. He was playing with it, teasing it, profusely attacking it and it made you lean against his chest in full force, failing to suppress your whimpers.
Jungkook couldn’t hide how hard he was now, surprised at how wet you were when he hadn’t even been inside you. “Fuck, baby, you’re so wet.” The pet name paired with his deeper voice made your knees weak, grasping onto his jacket to ground yourself.
Jungkook then plunged a finger into your cunt with ease and you groaned out loud, habitually pressing into him again.
“Fuck.. Jungkook..” 
“You like that? Can you take more?” Jungkook’s dark tone rang in your ears and you flashed your vision to the side, his lips just at eye-level and you looked up at him. You nodded as a whimper escaped you, biting your lips as you darted between his mouth and his eyes.
Jungkook took immediate notice and pressed his mouth to yours, shoving a second a finger into you simultaneously. You reacted but Jungkook swallowed all your exclamations, kissing you fervently as his hand worked wonders on your cunt and the other held a handful of your breast.
You began gyrating your hips to every pump of his fingers, craving his touch deeper while moaning into his mouth. Jungkook was losing his mind feeling you grind against him, in desperate need of fucking you right now in this closet.
“Shit, Y/N... I’ve been wanting this to happen for so long.” Jungkook unexpectedly revealed, feeling the reigns on his control snapping. 
“I find you so fucking hot, but you treated me like a friend so I didn’t do anything.”
Jungkook’s tongue poked into your mouth, opening up to welcome him and your tongues entangled passionately, your walls clenching around his fingers. He tasted absolutely divine and you became greedy, wanting more of him after registering his confession. 
“I find you fucking hot too, Jungkook. I just.. thought you wouldn’t want me.” You breathed heavily between deepened kisses, reeling at his fingers beginning to pump you harder, faster, his other hand fiddling with your nipple through your dress. 
“I want you, Y/N, fucking badly.” Jungkook practically growled and you felt your insides stir, sucking more of him in. 
“Jungkook, please..don’t wait.” You didn’t know exactly why you were begging Jungkook, but it seemed natural to beg him; beg him for more, beg him for him.
“You’re dripping. Want another finger? Want me to stretch you out?” Jungkook’s lust-filled voice made you hornier as he pumped you quicker, a little harder, his hand never letting up his unforgiving pace as he begin curling them inside you.
“N-no, Jungkook, fuck me..” Your voice was small and weak, but it was laden with pure desire and the moans leaving you were evident of that.
Jungkook’s eyes instantly blew out, quickening the pace of his hand before speaking.
“I’m big, princess, can you take me?” You could hear the smirk in Jungkook’s voice and knew his dirty talk was revving you up, ready to take anything inside you.
“I can, Jungkook, please.” You whined breathlessly, opening your legs further to feel his fingers deeper.
Jungkook didn’t think twice, pulling his fingers out before turning you around abruptly, forcing you against the door and crashing his lips onto yours fiercely.
He grew rough with his kiss, licking into your mouth as his hands travelled to the hem of your dress and pulled it up, harshly tugging your panties down and you helped them off.
Your arms grappled around his neck naturally, letting your tongue explore his mouth as your fingers inched into his hair. Jungkook momentarily cupped your ass before he slid his hands to the back of your thighs, disconnecting from your lips to breathe, “c’mere.”
You lightly jumped up into his hold as he forced you back up against the door, laving into your mouth as his hand began fumbling with the button of his jeans.
You stopped him, “No, let me do it.”
Jungkook’s eyebrows shot up seeming impressed, watching as your hands unzipped the constricting fabric of his jean and your eyes met his cock protruding from his boxers. You took him in greedily, biting your lip as you jutted out to palm him, wishing you could feel him in your mouth.
“Fuck, I wanna suck you off.”
Jungkook chuckled, “And I wanna eat you out, but I’m not letting anyone walk into this room and stop me from fucking you.” Jungkook brought his hand to yours palming him, guiding you to the band of his boxers.
You immediately dove in and pushed the fabric lower, exposing his dick and running your hand all over him, feeling the veins of his thick cock.
“Fuck, don’t...I’ll blow like that.” Jungkook protested weakly, grabbing your hand and throwing it onto his shoulder as he drew closer, aligning himself with your entrance.
His cock prodded your slit and you both moaned at the sensation, gripping onto him tightly, moving your hips forward for better contact until Jungkook finally pushed against your opening. You felt the delicious pierce of his tip and he sank in, walls sucking him inside of you deliciously.
“Fuck, Y/N, you’re so fucking tight, shit.” Jungkook leaned his forehead against yours as he watched himself enter you, moaning at the added view of your tits and somehow growing harder. 
You gripped around his neck and moaned against his mouth, adjusting to the invasion of his size which now that he was inside you, was big.
“J-Jungkook, fuck, you’re so big.” You whimpered, entire body alight with flames.
“I told you, princess, but you can take it, take it like a good girl.” Jungkook pressed his lips against yours as he began thrusting softly, feeling your walls flutter open for him and trying his best to contain his load.
Jungkook buried himself to the hilt inside you and kissed your cervix, groaning at the satisfying feeling. He slowly drew out, feeling the drag of his cock stuffed inside your velvet walls and began fucking into you rythmically. 
Every sound you made was audible, but couldn’t be heard as Jungkook swallowed each and every one, his tongue wrestling with yours the faster he fucked you and you could already feel an orgasm approaching from his previous rakings on your pussy.
Your bodies were rutting against one another, yours reacting to his every stroke and it did wonders for your clit, the more he sped up edging you to salvation.
“Fuck, Jungkook, harder.” You begged, your walls clenching around him and savouring the drag of his delectable length, wanting him deeper.
“I will, I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t walk for days.” Jungkook swore breathlessly, thrusting with more precision as he felt your walls pulsing around him. He knew you were close and pressed a hand to your clit, rubbing vigorously as you moaned louder.
He fucked you harder the louder you groaned, snapping purposefully into your gut with a merciless pace. He continued his onslaught, gripping your thigh tighter as you pulled him closer, taking his every thrust as your chest bounced against his.
“Jungkook, I’m gonna-ah! I’m gonna come!”
“Come all over my cock, princess. All over me.” He demanded with growl against your mouth, fucking you faster in response.
Jungkook delivered a perfectly deep thrust and you felt yourself snap, his abuse on your clit driving you over the edge. You released with a mix of curses and Jungkook’s name, riding out your climax with him.
Jungkook slowed down until you relaxed, mindful of your sensitivity and breathing labourly until he picked up again, cum aching his balls as he began pumping into your soaked walls again.
“Shit, Jungkook come inside me, please...” You groaned out trying to coax his orgasm, his delicious cock dragging inside you divine as you began kissing and sucking at his neck.
Jungkook’s moaning heightened at your words and lips, his fingers boring into your flesh as you purposefully clenched around him until his cock finally gave out, releasing inside you. Spurts of his cum painted your walls, the feeling of his seed filling you beyond hot, stuffed, full.
You both breathed against each other’s bodies heavily, coming down from your highs. His cock was still buried inside you, so utterly blissful you were slowly grinding yourself against him again, needy for more.
“That’s it, I’m fucking you on Taehyung’s bed.”
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sxdmoonchxld · 9 months ago
Operation: Pop The Cherry | JJK
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Jungkook x Virgin!Reader
Genre: Smut
Warnings: rough bathroom sex, college au, unprotected sex, teasing, fingering, Jungkook has a virgin kink if you couldn’t tell by he title, lowkey sadistic JK, Gay BFF Jimin, mentions of alcohol and weed, brief mention of homophobia. bIG diCK Jungkook, more belly bulging, and I forgot what else
Word Count: 6.1k
Summary: Against you better judgement and thank to your best friend Jimin. You somehow agreed to let a stranger on campus known as the Cherry Popper, too well..pop your cherry.
Alternatively: You're a virgin. Jungkook has a fetish/kink for fucking virgins.
A/N: I guess i’ll keep putting this note until i stop reposting my old stories. I use to be lizardsocial, and this fic was previously called Game. You may still be able to find it somewhere on tumblr. I edited this fic heavily and it’s honestly a new story, but there are still some elements from the fic it used to be still in there. Unedited so please let me know of any mistakes or typos. Like, comment, reblog, let me know what you think. Enjoy!
Bass boosted pop music seeped through the dense walls of the energetic room. Strobing bright colored beams danced to the rhythm of the music in mesmerizing synchrony. The musty odor of marijuana, booze, and sex-saturated air shrouded the room in a turbid veil, covering the sea of drunken undulating bodies packed in the cramped living room.  Empty beer cans and other various booze bottles mixed with burnt-out blunts accompanied the young adults. You groaned with irritation and disgust. You didn't want to be here, but to your chagrin, you had a promise to keep.
It wasn't a secret that the college nightlife was unquestionably not your type of 'scene.' You quite frequently elected to willingly engage most of your time in your freshman dorm, wrapped in your weighted burrito blanket. A nightstand stockpiled with all your favorite snacks, lights dimmed low, and lavender incense burning, filling your room with the aroma of relaxation. The perfect setting to binge-watch your favorite show for the umpteenth time, the shifting distorted brightness of your computer screen, projecting the scenes against your face. 
It's kind of funny how you got yourself into this mess in the first place. The one time you decide to take the chance and branch away from the alternate antisocial hermit, your personality had adopted as its own had come back to bite you in the ass. You admit, lately, you've been neglecting your best friend. Your reasonings generally varying from the classic 'oh I was sleep' to deliberately silencing your phone, not wanting to hear the constant shrill ringing of the default ringtone. You loved Jimin, you truly did, but you could only take so much of his eccentric mashup of bubblegum and rainbow sparkles that was his personality. Eventually, guilt began eating away at you piece by piece until you ultimately caved in and invited your friend over for an impromptu movie night in your dorm room. 
Not even 30 minutes into the movie, one that you had been dying to see, might you add, Jimin commenced his drunk and high chattering. He had already started 'pre-gaming' before he came over; Six shots of straight Vodka and 2 blunts. Every day you prayed for this man's liver and brain function; with how much he drank and smoke, you would think he needed it to function. 
"Oh! Oh! Bitttch. Did I tell you about that football player, I fucckked last week!" Jimin started slurring on certain words. You noticed his eyes were glossy and glazed over. 
"No, you didn't, Chim." You sighed, completely giving up trying to watch the movie. You would have to watch it on your alone time. 
"Reeaally?" Jimin slurred, a goofy grin uplifting his lips.
"Yes, really. You haven't told me." Amusement lightly coated your voice. 
"Welll, his name is T-tae, Tae-tae something. Hold on, it's coming to me." Jimin said, rubbing the sides of his temples, trying to remember the guys' name. 
"Taehyung! That's it!" Jimin shrieked, snapping his fingers in victory.
You looked at him startled. You remember Taehyung from high school. You didn't recall him being at this college, though. Well, it wasn't like you paid attention to many things outside your bubble anyway.
"Wasn't he homophobic as fuck in high school?" You asked, genuinely interested.
"Yeah, he was. Buttt I guess he was trying to cover up, that he was actually on the DL." Jimin smiled, whispering the last part.
"DL? What's that mean?" You inquired
Jimin looked at you with a look of betrayal. "It means he's on the down-low, meaning he didn't want anyone to know he's gay. Girrl, I'm too crossfaded to be explaining this to you."
You chuckled, " My bad, Chim. So was it good?"
"Fuck, no! Dick was straight trash. The only thing that saved him a little was that his dick was huge." Jimin said, wiping away a pretend tear from the corner of his eye. 
You laughed boisterously at that. If Jimin wasn't so adamant about becoming a professional dancer. He could seriously take up a career in comedy.
"Speaking of dick. When are you gonna get some?" Jimin asked, turning his body to face you completely. As you looked at him, you noticed his eyes seemed a bit clearer, and his face wasn't as red as earlier. Not only did Jimin drink like a fish and smoke like a chimney. He was somehow able to sober just as fast.
"Oh my god, Jimin. Please don't sta-"
"Mmm, no missy," Jimin said, wagging his finger in your face.
"Don't you hear it?" He said, cupping his hand around his ear as if he was straining to hear something.
"Hear what?" You replied, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms against your chest.
"The cobwebs and tumbleweed living in your cunt."
"Jimin!" You shrieked, slapping the arm closest to you.
"Don't Jimin me! You know it's true, I swear you're gonna be a 40-year-old virgin, and by the time you finally make the decision to have sex, it'll be too late!" Jimin yelled, stumbling to stand up from the couch.
"First off, ouch. I won't be a 40-year-old virgin. That's very insulting. Second, I do plan to lose it soon. I just haven't found the time or the right guy." You said, looking down at your feet shyly. You did want to lose your virginity, but with being an introvert with a mix of social anxiety and just a dash of seasonal depression for added flavor. It was hard even to get out of bed sometimes. Much less going out and trying to find someone to do the do with.
"Oh! Well, if that's all, then I got you covered, babe. Time? Next week Friday at Jihyo's dorm. As for the right guy, I know a dude. He has like a kink for that kind of thing." Jimin answered nonchalantly, now scrolling through his phone, probably on his social media page.
You looked at Jimin, head tilted to the side, confused. "What kind of thing?"
"Oh, you know fucking virgins and shit. Popping their cherries." He said, popping his "P's."
You sputtered, exasperated. What the fuck. You didn't kink shame, that was for losers, but he can't seriously expect you to do something like that.
"What the actual fuck. Jimin, are you serious?"  
"Deadly." He said, looking you square in your eyes. His tone of voice haven dropped an octave lower.
"Jimin no. I-i can't."
"Jimin, yes! Err, I mean _____ yes, you can! Come on, it's a once in a lifetime experience. Plus, it's not like he's a total stranger. I've known him since he was 8 years old. I use to babysit the little shit head." Jimin said, waving his hand in the air, trying to swat away a rogue fly.
"Wow, Chim. You know, now that you put it like it makes me feel a lot better about the situation." You said tone dripped in sarcasm
"Really?" Jimin squealed, a delighted twinkling in his eye.
"Of course not! Don't be stupid!" Offended, you gawked at Jimin. You swear sometimes he could be so dimwitted.
"Come on, please? At least meet him, and if the vibe is not right, then you can leave no harm done." Jimin pleaded, his attention back on you. Was it crazy that you were actually thinking about agreeing to this? Jimin did have a point. It was sort of a once in a lifetime opportunity. He did know the guy, and if you didn't like the vibe, then you could just bounce, right? Right?
Sighing in defeat, your hands dragged down your face and turned towards a pouting Jimin. Grabbing at his deflated shoulders, you shook her lightly, and with urgency in your voice, you spoke, "Alright goddammit! I'll do it, but you have to stay by my side the whole time, no running off, you understand!" 
You watched Jimin's face quirk into a sly smirk. You swore you could see the cogs in his brain churning. Damn, you were going to regret this. You had the tendency to make deals when pressured. Most of the time, those agreements ended up backfiring on you, confining you in the proverbial rock and a hard place. 
"Yay! Operation: Pop _____ Cherry has commenced. Okay, so will meet at the auditorium on the art campus. From there we will walk to Jihyo's dorm, it's only five minutes. Promise me you'll actually show up and won't flake on me." A complacent expression rested arrogantly on Jimin's features, a single pinky finger extended towards you. 
"Don't give this situation a not-so-secret code name. And I can't believe I'm saying this but, I promise." You agreed, interlocking pinky fingers, yours thumbs coming up to press against one another.
"So I'll meet you at the location Friday, don't be late, and wear something sexy. No granny clothes." he chirped, making his way to your front door.
"Wait! You're leaving already?" you frowned, looking at the clock on your wall. He's only been here for an hour, and 30 mins of it were spent persuading you to hurry up and lose your virginity. You didn't even get to finish the movie together.
"Sorry babe, but I have a dick appointment." he shrugged, putting his arms through the sleeves of his jacket.
"Can you at least tell me the name of the guy who's supposed to fuck me?" you huffed, honestly you were done for tonight. As soon as Jimin left, you were heading straight for bed.
"Oh yeah, how could I forget." Jimin slaps the center of his forehead. "He's a real cutie. I would fuck him if he wasn't as straight as an arrow." Jimin looks off to a far wall, eyeing it with jealousy.
"Just tell me his name, please." You pleaded. Oh yeah, that's definitely a headache forming. You could feel it already. Jimin snaps out of his daydreaming and spins his body towards you.
Time skip to a week later, and precisely as you suspected, what a mistake that whole conversation was. Now here you were at this fucking dorm party with people you didn't know or care to get to know. Jimin had left you as soon as he saw his next piece of ass. Restlessly you hauled down the short black dress that insisted on riding up your ass, the soles of your feet protesting in the slim heeled shoes. Floundering your way into the packed building, you couldn't help but query where Jungkook was. Jimin was supposed to get around to send you a picture of the mystery man, but that never happened. Funny how now was the best time you decided to question why exactly Jimin was your best friend.
"Well damn, the pictures Jimin sent me doesn't do you justice at all. You're fucking hot." You recoiled from the closeness of the voice, the heated breath sending chills skittering down your spine, and the hairs on the back of your neck ramrod straight. Heat spurred to your face when you whisked around to meet an absolutely gorgeous guy. Like unfairly gorgeous guy. You stared wide-eyed, taking in his chiseled facial features, paired with wide doe eyes and bunny smile decorating his face. Somehow, someway he's mastered looked soft and sexy at the same damn time. And fuck was that a dangerous combination for your pussy. Your heart too, but more so your cunt.
"U-uh, thanks? Who are you exactly?" You watch as he recoils back from your with a look of apprehension on his face.
"A-are you not ____?" he stutters cutely. You think you can see the beginnings of a blush burning his cheeks. You nod your head once to confirm his question. He stared at you a minute longer before you see the recognition spark in his chocolate orbs.
"Jimin didn't send you my picture did he?" Shaking his head with his eyes close, you get the courage the scan his face a bit more. Yeah. He's definitely blushing.
"Sorry. I guess seeing you here, I thought Jimin would have...prepared you better." Shaking your head from side to side because your words refused to come out. You watched as he backed up a bit further from your personal space and thrust his right hand out to you. 
"The name's Jungkook, or J.K. Whatever suits your taste."
With clammy hands, you taking his outstretched hand marveled at how it almost covers your hand. Now that he's moved back from you, you now had to chance to see how tall he really was. Maybe about 6 to 7 inches taller. You look down at his feet and eye his combat boot, perhaps a little shorter but still taller. And big, yeah, definitely bigger. His oversized black jacket did little to hide the broadness of his shoulders and chest. You let your eyes travel down the length of his body. You bet he's hiding some killer abs under his shirt. And holy fuck, his thighs.
"You like what you see, baby girl?" Teasing, he's teasing but God, if his voice didn't make you pussy throbbing pathetically. Whimpering slightly, you let out a meek "Yes." God, you hope he didn't hear that.
Much to your dismay, he did, hear you. How he heard you with the music as loud as it was, was a mystery to you. But you watched his pupils dilate, and his nostrils flare slightly. Jungkook tucks his bottom lip between his teeth as his eyes rake up and down your scantily clad body. His heated stare scrutinized across your body, intrigue exerting over him, as he analyzed the way the snug-fitting dress molded to the curves of your shape. He could tell you didn't do this often. His dick twitched in his jeans with enthusiasm. 
It's the increase in pressure of your hand that makes you realize you're still holding his hand. You go to retract your hand from his. However, yelp shrilly as he tugs you closer to his body. Both hands now resting on his chest, and his wrapped around your waist. Fuck, you could feel the warmth and coarseness of his hands through your thin dress. A spontaneous tremor racked your body. The heat-transmitting from his frame mixed with the floral yet musky undertone of his cologne made you somewhat featherbrained.
"Fuck, you're so soft." You squeak as he squeezes your waistline, pulling you even closer against his body. You were now putty in his hands.
"Jimin told you my....preferences, right?" his voice caressed your ear. Just a slight movement or subtle twitch, and his lips would be on your skin.
"Y-yeah, he did." It should be an embarrassment how frail and breathless you sounded, but that didn't matter.
Jungkook hid his smile behind your ear. This was just too easy. Just how he liked it. He almost felt bad- almost. He was gonna ruin you utterly and completely, mold the shape of cock in the walls of your pussy. His name spilling from your lips, voice going hoarse by how loud he would make you scream. Fuck he couldn't wait. He's had virgin's before, a lot of them. That's his whole M.O. The cherry popper, virgin fucker, whatever. Jungkook's heard all the names in the book. But there's just something about you, you just had an air of genuine innocence, and he couldn't wait to defile it. 
Jungkook pulls his head back, enough to where his eyes can trail over the bared skin of your neck, and the sprinkling of perspiration sparkling off the bright strobing lights, no doubt from nervousness. His tongue traced over his thin upper lip, watching the droplets of sweat spiral down the curve of your neck. He wanted to taste you. 
"Alright, then." He jerks his body away from you. You're no longer touching his chest, but his hands are still on your waist. 
"Let's enjoy the party before the fun really begins. Every done body shots before?" Jungkook spoke casually, undeterred by the way you recoiled back or the look of stupor on your face.
"W-what? B-body shots, why?" you squeaked, failing to keep from stuttering over your words. Is this how it's supposed to go? Is this normal? You're bewildered, and just a bit perturbed. Were you just imagining that sexual tension that was going on just moments ago? For sure, you thought Jungkook was gonna throw you over his shoulders and haul you off to the nearest unoccupied bedroom or bathroom. At that instant, you didn't care. 
Jungkook regarded the war of emotions wage across your features, merriment and strobing lights twinkling in his eyes. Fuck, you were cute, so desperate staring up at him with a pout on your face a puppy dog eyes. He could honestly just take you back to the closest room and fuck the shit out of you. But he wanted to play with his prey, a bit more. The wait made it that much more satisfying.
"Don't pout too much, baby girl or I may not be able to contain myself. Follow me. The table is this way."
Jungkook didn't indulge in answering any of your questions you rambled off at him, delighted to see you trailing on his heels like a lost pup. Jungkook directed you further into the dorm, and like a dog on a leash, you followed. In the center of a sparse room sat a scraped up black table. You observed the area. It was devoid of many people. The several that were present made no recognition of your proximity in their intoxicated state.
"So who's first?" Jungkook asked, setting the bottle of tequila, rim salt, and limes down on the table.
"U-uh, I don't know. I guess it doesn't matter." You shrugged hesitantly. You were way out of your element here.
"Perfect then, you first." Jungkook should be ashamed by how excited he was at getting to sample your skin. It looked smooth, felt soft when he had you in his arms, and would no doubt probably taste as sweet as it seemed. You nodded in docility, wandering over to crawl on top of the table, being attentive to your dress. You lay flattened against the table, shiverings racking your body as he began pouring a trail of salt between your cleavage. 
He poured himself a shot in the depression of your throat and tore the lime in half with his bare hands. Smirking at how you flinched when he thumped the liquor bottle down beside your head. Jungkook pushed the other half of the unevenly split lime towards your lips, a silent gesture to take the lime in your mouth. Jungkook watched as your lips curled gently around the hull of the green citrus. A flare of lust stirred in his loins at the action. He couldn't wait to see your lips stretched around the head of his cock. He observed your eyes clamped closed as he began dropping his head forward to your chest. It was adorable and innocent. He noted the way your lips slackened around the citrus in your mouth, your chest heaving in speed, the closer his tongue trailed to your neck.
You tasted splendid, just as sweet as he thought. The salt on your skin did nothing to deter your natural flavor. If anything, it enhanced your sweetness, rendering your skin damn near mouth-watering. Jungkook's ears perked at the breathless moans slipping past the fruit perched against your lips, drawn out by the repeated pass of the wet, pink appendage lapping at the salt line between the valley of your breast. Committing your muffled moans to memory, he lapped persistently at the collection of salt and tequila in the hollow at the base of your neck.
You face flammed in embarrassment as panting moans effortlessly tumbled from your mouth. Who knew your chest and neck was such an erogenous spot. Despite your shame, you couldn't stop wriggling, shifting your thighs together for some form of friction to sate the rising arousal dampening your panties. You yelped at the sensation of blunt teeth nibbling at your skin before soft lips came to suck at the shallow indentations. Fluffy hair with an undercut came into your line of vision as Jungkook lifted his head up to your lips. Your heart stammered tortuously against your ribs, flirtatious eyes stared lidded with searing lust, his head advanced closer to your lips. Your eyes fluttered closed, lips puckering against the bitter hull of the lime.
Jungkook closed the distance, slanting his mouth over the lime, blocking his contact with yours. He sucked against the sour fruit, acidity puckering his lips, residual tartness flowing to your cracked lips. Jungkook withdrew from your mouth, taking the drained lime hull with it. Your saccharine moans were heaven to his ears. It had awoken something inside him, fueled his fire in knowing that possibly no one had ever heard such a sweet sound. He wanted more, craved more. 
"Have you ever been kissed before, sweetheart?" Your eyes followed the movement of his tongue, poking out to moistening his lips. 
"Yeah, once in like 3rd grade." Who hasn't snuck behind a tree or hid underneath the dark coverings of playground equipment to lock lips with a childhood crush?
He grinned salaciously, body moving to rest between your spread legs. Oh, now he was really excited. Your lips were practically untouched. Just another part of your body to claim first. You jumped when palms pressed flat against the revealed skin of your thigh. Gently, Jungkook rubbed lazy circles on your skin, never lowering or furthering than the hem of your dress. He felt you wiggle beneath his hands, observed your eyes, glimpsing―darting about, should you concentrate on his face, or his hand, uncertainty was etched on your face.
"Amazing." He groaned, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks, before grinning again. His face inched closer to yours, his lips but a breath apart, warmth flickered against your lips as he talked, level and smooth. " Well, how about I become your second?
And then his lips were on you, the soft muscle mangled itself to your lips, tentative and sluggish to give you a chance to register his mouth slanted upon yours. Jungkook chuckled against your lips at your unresponsiveness. He guesses you were a little shell shocked. It only takes a few more stagnant seconds before you're shyly reciprocating his kiss. Delicate, shaky movements highlighted your inexperience. Increasingly, Jungkook increased the pressure behind lips, his hands spreading to enclose around your waist, dragging you closer against him. One of Jungkook's hands removed from your waist to bury itself in your hair, gently his fingernails scratched against your scalp, an airy moan was his reward. 
Hands completely abandoning your midsection, one gripped the meat of your thigh, pulling you to the edge of the table, flush against the tent of his denim jean encased manhood, the other embedded in your strands pulled sharply on your roots, a loud gasp tearing from you. Jungkook took that opportunity to advance his tongue into your gaped mouth. His tongue wrapped itself around yours, briefly wrestling for dominance before easily pinning your tongue in submission. His hips ground against yours, the heat of your covered core teased him through his jeans. 
He thoroughly explored your mouth, swallowing the now copious cries leaving your mouth. Reluctantly, Jungkook tore himself from your kiss-swollen lips. The ravished looked suited you perfectly. You looked beautiful, thighs brazenly spread, eyes glazed over in lust, your sticky chest heaving from the length of the shared kiss. Even in the dim lights, he could make out the taunt pebbling of your nipples. 
Your mouth gaped wide, flapping about like a fish out of water, trying despairingly to draw air into your lungs. Your first kiss definitely didn't compare to this much. Your wide eyes flicked between Jungkook and the floor, your bottom lip tucked firmly between your teeth, feeling shy as he just stares at you. Releasing your teeth from your lips, you timidly touched your mouth, admiring how plump they've gotten from the intense liplock.
Wordlessly Jungkook hitched you over his shoulder, winded with a grunt as his defined shoulder blades dug into your stomach and what sounded like a growled vibrate up into you. You squirmed lightly in his hold, scared he was going to drop you, and secondly, your panty-clad ass on display for the party-goers, not that anyone was looking. 
You watched the continuous panels of hardwood floor move beneath you as Jungkook carried you to an unknown destination. You couldn't believe you were really doing this. Were you actually going to have sex with a complete stranger? Someone who was known for explicitly fucking virgins. Realistically, you should be ashamed, yet, you conceded full control to him without a second thought. What did that say about you? About your character? Would you now be labeled as 'easy' or a 'hoe' after all this was done? What was going to happen between you and Jungkook? 
The flick of a switch stirred from your thoughts. You shield your eyes with your hand at the bright lights pouring into the room, or rather a bathroom. Jungkook loved the confusion marring your features. He wouldn't fuck you in his bedroom just yet. That was a privilege you would have to earn, no matter how intrigued he had become with you. There's always humiliation to be had in the corruption of innocence, and fucking you in the bathroom was a good start. He planned on making you watch him as he destroyed your body, popping your cherry, stretching your tight virginal hole to accommodate his length, and claimed it as his own. Jungkook shuddered at the thought, his possessive nature taking a turn for the worst. 
Impatiently Jungkook sat you on top of the bathroom sink counter, his lips smashed against yours, the previous tenderness was gone, vanished into a puff of smoke. Teeth banged, and tongues flailed recklessly against each other in the heat of passion, with you struggling to keep up with the demands of his dominating kiss. Thick fingers trailed beneath the hem of your dress, tickling the expanse of your thighs. Jungkook wasted no time in shifting your slick soaked panties to the side, a warm digit gliding effortlessly through your damn folds.
"Fuck, you're already so wet. You're enjoying this a little too much, baby girl." Jungkook growled, panting against your lips. His finger breached your sex, you tensed deftly around the foreigner intrusion, stretching your weeping walls. 
"Ah, Jungkook." You cried listlessly, rocking your hips against his stilled finger. He felt so good inside you, and it was just his finger. Maybe this experience wouldn't be as bad as you heard. Now you couldn't wait to see what his cock felt like embedded deep within your pussy. Jungkook pumped slowly, eventually introducing a second finger to help loosen you up more. You were gonna be a tight fit, very tight, but that just made it even better. You hissed at the slight burn as he began scissoring his fingers apart with each withdrawal. Your hands wrapped around his neck as you buried your head against his broad chest, your mellifluous moans suppressed by the fabric of his shirt. 
"G-go faster, please." You begged, your body adjusting and quickly becoming frustrated by the snail's pace his fingers were pumping. You bucked your hips against his hands, hoping he would ease the growing discomfort boiling in your stomach. 
"Have you ever had an orgasm before, babe?" You nodded eagerly at his question, whining as you bucked against his hand again.
"Oh, really? Who gave it to you." Slow, he was going too slow you wanted, no you needed more friction, more stimulation from him.
"M-me. I-i did." Jungkook loved how you stuttered, it stroked his ego and filled him with arrogance to know it was him, and only that was capable of making you stumble over your words.
"Mmm, and how did you do it? Did you rub this little clit of yours raw?" You cried louder when his thumb flicked at your clit, the stimulation further drawing the appendage from its hood.
"Or did you fuck this tight hole, with these tiny fingers of yours?" At those words, a loud, choked moan, even muffled by your face in his chest, echoed throughout the white bathroom. Jungkook had gone deeper inside, almost to the third knuckle. Another moan left your lips as he twisted his fingers inside you, his palm now facing upwards.
"Though you and I bought know they couldn't possibly reach deep enough to touch the spot you really want." It's euphoric, no better yet orgasmic, the sheer shock of electric pleasure that zaps through your body when he finds the spongy bundle of nerves. Your body jerked heavily, legs go to snap close, only to be stopped by his broad body between your thighs.
He chuckles softly, stroking your thigh with his other hand. Jungkook shifts his head down, bringing his mouth closer to your ear. He exhales quietly, warm air tinged with tequila and lime caresses the light hairs on you around your ear. " I found it, huh?"
You whimper, rubbing your head up and down against his chest.
"You want me to speed up the pace, sweetheart?" Jungkook's voice is delicate now, so gentle. But you're confused, overwhelmed, and scared. It's never felt like this when you did it yourself. Your not sure if you could handle the feeling, so you don't provide an answer to Jungkook's question.
"Don't ignore me ____, that's not nice manners. I'll ask again." You clench around his fingers as Jungkook inches just a bit deeper. 
"Do you. Want me. To go faster?" With each pause, he arches his fingers in a 'come here' motion, pressing deeply against your bundle of nerves, the sensation of having to pee accompanied with each thrust.
 "Y-yes, faster, more. Pl-lease." Fuck, you sounded so pretty begging for him if he wasn't addicted before. You had him sprung now. Jungkook buried his face in the crook of your neck, the sharp smell of tequila and salt still lingering on your skin. He sucked at the junction where your shoulder and neck met. You bucked harder against his fingers, your juices now dripping to coat his palm is sticky cream.
"If you wanted more. Why didn't you just ask?" Jungkook said deviously. Confused, you felt withdraw his sticky digits, walls gripping to stop their departure. Without warning, Jungkook flipped you over onto the counter, your knees buckled at the sudden change in position. Your faced burning at your displayed state, droplets of your essence dribbled from your pussy, slicking up your inner thighs. You yelped as Jungkook grasped at the length of your hair, pulling back pointedly, your neck craned back to observe him addressing you in the mirror.
"You've been wondrous for me ____. Such a sweet girl." He expressed, his empty hand disappearing behind your perked ass to fiddle with the groin of his pants. 
"Truly, you have. Your response and reactions to my touch have really gotten me riled up. It's been a while since I've tittered on the edge of losing control." You wheezed, starting to panic as you felt the thick head of his cock slap teasingly against your slicked throbbing hole. Oh, God, he's huge. Jungkook's cock might just tear you apart. You shifted your hips forward, pressing against the cold marble of the bathroom counters door.
"I-i don't think, I can t-take it Jungkook, you're too b-big. It's my first-time, r-remember?” Your stuttering worse now, but you're scared.
Jungkook pulls your hips back with the hand the was grasping his length, the side of your hip now coated in his pre-cum. His hand lays flat in the crease of your back, forcing you into a perfect arch. 
"You can take it, all of it. And don't worry, of course, I remembered your fragility. I'll go slow, I promise." You plead silently with your eye contact through the mirror. 
"You ready?" You nod once an advert your eyes down to the sink.
Your mouth shakily falls agape as he slowly began pushing the head of his cock into you. It burns, but not as bad as you had anticipated. You take the chance to look back up into the mirror, adamant about giving Jungkook a thankful smile for his gentleness. That vision that greets looks like it jumped right off the page of your favorite erotic story. 
Jungkook's got his head thrown back, the edge of his t-shirt clenched tightly between his teeth, your eyes trail the drip of sweat that follows the curve of his jawline. You have a clear view of his abs all the way down to the v-cut of his hip, to the happy trail that leads to a neatly trimmed bush of pubic hair. You clench tightly around him, efficiently aroused by the view. You feel his cock throbbed heavily inside you, even getting bigger if possible.
"You like that, sweet girl? You like seeing me struggling to contain myself because you're so tightly around me. This little pussy trying to milk me for all I can give you." You love it. You feel powerful in a way. Do you really feel that good around him?
"Yes." Jungkook draws out the 'S.' 
"You feel amazing, so warm and wet. I wished you could see how coated in white you've got me, and I'm not even all the way in yet."
You scream soundless as he bucks into you, shoving in half of his length. It doesn't hurt anymore. You just feel stuffed full. Lifting a trembling hand, you take the chance a feel the lower part. You noticed swelling that wasn't there before, intrigued; you push down against it, moaning in shock you realize it's Jungkook's cock. 
"Yeah, baby girl, that's all me, well, most of me. You ready to take the rest?"
"Yes! Please!" That's the clearest you've been all night. You don't get an answer as Jungkook immediately picks up his pacing, thrusting into you faster. He wastes no time pumping deeply into your tight pussy, his tip smashing against the entrance to your cervix as you pant and grit your teeth in slight discomfort, overshadowed by pleasure. The burning sensation is back as he fucks in deeper with each brutal and swift stroke. But you don't care cause it still feels amazing. You can hear yourself, sloppy and soaking wet, echoing throughout the bathroom. You're drooling down his pistoning cock. You can feel it dripping down your inner thighs. Your head jerks violently against your shoulders, to weak support your head from his menacing thrust. 
Tightened vocal cords released strained shrieks of praise; from your mouth, drool dripping from your lips, into the sticky cleavage of your breast, and sweat coated your skin. The coil in your stomach was quickly tightening, never had you felt anything so deep inside you. If you ever had sex with anyone else, they would never compare to Jungkook.  You were fucked both figuratively and literally.
Jungkook pulled you further from off the sink, the new position allowing him even deeper. You clawed at the marble tops underneath your fingers, your eyes rolling in the back of your head. That sensation of having to pee is back again.
"J-K, I-m. I have to-," You don't get to finish as the band in your stomach snapped. Silently you announced your release; if it wasn't for the new wave of cum coating his cock, or the fluttering tightness of your walls, Jungkook might have missed your orgasm. He wasn't far behind you. The constant clenching of your ridged walls around his cock, had him reaching his limit sooner than he would like. Jungkook had half a mind to pull out but decided to gamble his odds. You're the first person he's fucked raw in a while, and with three deep thrusts later, he was shooting his hot seed right against your cervix. 
Breathing heavily, Jungkook lets you fall against the sink, observing as you crumpled against the sink countertop. Pride swelled his chest as he watched his seed bubble out of your well-used hole. He's never contemplated going farther with the virgins he fucked. He wouldn't make any hasty decisions now though there were still a lot of things he wanted to do with you. He would sleep on it and revisit the idea in the morning.
"So would you say, Operation: Pop Your Cherry was a success?"
You giggled, winded, still having difficulty catching your breath. You straighten up against the bathroom counter, the majority of your weight still resting on the object as you had yet to regain the feeling in your legs.
"Jimin and his stupid code names. I swear when I get a hold ass, he's dead." You warned already preparing your revenge on your best friend. You stare at Jungkook in the eyes through the mirror, smile a bit goofy, you say.
"Operation: Pop My Cherry. Mission complete."
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creatorspalace · 12 months ago
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taesinferno · 6 months ago
jungkook and #5 🥺
You fell forward, catching yourself on the mattress before you fell into his chest. Your fist curled in the sheets as you bounced on Jungkook's cock. You felt him meet your hips, thrusting upwards as you both neared your orgasms.
"Faster baby," Jungkook panted, throwing his head back, with his hands resting on the mattress behind him, holding him upright. You moaned as you felt the burn in your knees and your thighs from riding him, but you were so close.
Your hand came up to squeeze your boob as you lost your rhythm, grinding your hips down like there was no tomorrow. Jungkook groaned at the sudden frantic pace, and wrapped his hand around your waist to press his sweaty chest against yours.
"Are you close baby?" He groaned. You just nodded into his shoulder as words failed you, reaching down to rub at your clit feverishly. Jungkook was groaning your name in your ear in between marking up your neck. As good as it felt, you pushed his head away.
"No marks," you looked at him sternly, your hand entangled in his hair pulling him to make eye contact with you. He nodded briefly before returning to your neck, leaving sloppy, wet kisses all over.
"Cum for me baby, come on." He whispered in your ear. His gruff voice sent shivers down your body, and was all you needed to spill your arousal all over his cock, falling onto his chest.
He could feel you clenching around him as he fucked you through your orgasm. He thrust a couple more times before you squeezed around him so tightly, he fell right over the edge with you, spilling into the condom.
You rocked against him as you both rode out your highs, panting breathlessly until you calmed down.
You pulled yourself off of him, lying on the bed, ignoring the sticky mess you both just made. He peeled the condom off before disposing of it and crawling in next to you. He threw his arm around your body, snuggling into your side, as you scrolled through your phone. Of course, Jungkook was a cuddle bunny.
"That was fucking amazing," he mumbled into your cheek.
"You say that to all your one night stands?" You teased, refusing to look at his pretty face, knowing you'd be putty for those doe eyes he no doubt was looking at you with.
"You're more than just a one night stand," he argued.
"How? We literally fucked after dancing together a frat party."
"Yeah, but I actually know you," he pointed out. "And fuck, we've been friends for a minute and I didn't know you had such... skills. Why were you holding out on me?"
"Oh sorry, I should've told you that I could ride a dick like champ when we met in that bio lab," you snorted.
"Yeah, you should've," he sniffed.
You rolled your eyes at his words, but a giggle still left your lips.
"So..." he started, hand starting to trail downwards.
He rolled you over to look him in the eyes, which you caught a glint in.
"Wanna show me what else you can do?" He flashed you his signature smirk.
You pushed him off playfully, "Maybe tomorrow, Hercules. I gotta sleep off this burn otherwise I won't be able to walk to class tomorrow."
"I'll carry you," he teased, his bambi eyes staring down at you. He was the literal embodiment of the 🥺 emoji.
And who were you to say no? Like you said, putty in his hands.
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aroseforyoongi · 5 months ago
I Wanna Be Yours
Pairing: Hybrid!Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Hybrid au; Established relationship au; College au; Smut; Angst; Fluff
Rating: M (smut)
Summary: When you come home from study group, there’s something different about your scent, and Jungkook doesn’t like it. 
Words: 1500
Warnings: Insecurity; self-confidence issues; fingering; unprotected sex; really soft smut
This was done as a request by my beloved 🍒anon. This is what they asked for:
Hiiii!! I saw your post and wanted to request a bunny!koo drabble where the reader comes home smelling like another hybrid (predator probably) and he gets a little sad and closed off about it but then the reader assures him and lots of fluff happens?🥺🥺 - 🍒 anon
I’m pretty sure this is a bit more than they asked for but I had fun with Bunny!JK. This has some pretty soft smut. Enjoy!
I let people into my little secret for writing fics, which is that each one is inspired by and named after a song. From now on, I’ll let you know which son served as the inspiration so that you may listen along if you’d like. This one is titled after “I Wanna Be Yours” - Arctic Monkeys. 
“Jungkook! I’m home!”
From somewhere in the apartment, you heard scuffling, followed by heavy footsteps running towards the entrance. Jungkook’s face had a blindingly bright smile affixed to it. One rabbit ear was raised at attention while the other was flopped over.
“_____!” he exclaimed. “You’re home! How was your day?”
Before pulling off your shoes and coat, you handed your excessively heavy backpack to Jungkook, who placed it on the ground. Grad school was killing you.
“Was good,” you replied. “I went to study group.”
As you were straightening up, you came face to face, with Jungkook’s nose snuffling at your neck. Goosebumps erupted on your skin from the sudden attention.
“Kook, what are you doing?” you asked, sounding unsure.
Jungkook grunted. “You smell weird.”
“What do you mean.”
“I mean, you smell like another hybrid. One that’s not me. A predator hybrid.”
You blinked at Jungkook, trying to think of when you were in close contact with a predator hybrid of any kind. It took several long moments for realization to hit you.
“Oh!” you exclaimed, startling Jungkook. “There was a hyena hybrid in my study group. Park Jimin.”
Hurt crossed Jungkook’s face. “You spent time with a predator hybrid?”
“I didn’t do it on purpose! He was just part of the study group.”
“I see…”
Both of Jungkook’s ears drooped, and his shoulders slumped forward. For such a large man, he looked rather tiny as he shuffled away to your shared bedroom. Unable to move from sheer shock, you stood by the door, mentally kicking yourself for not checking who was in the study group.
It was no secret that Jungkook wasn’t fond of predator hybrids. When he was younger, and much smaller, he had spent much of his life being bullied and attacked by them. He’d told you stories of his childhood bullies who mercilessly tortured him by tugging on his ears and placing him in situations that scared him.
Most predator hybrids were far too cocky for their own good as it was, so you had no issues avoiding them. They tended to be fine with you since you were just a human. There was no natural fear for them to target.
There were two options for you now. You could go into the bedroom and try to get him to talk, or you could let him come to you. Knowing Jungkook, the latter option was the best one. When he was upset, his natural tendency was to shut down and wait for things to pass.
With your decision made, you walked to the kitchen and started making some tea to enjoy while you relaxed after a long day of classes. As you were making it, you heard Jungkook beating on his keyboard, likely taking his frustrations out on a game. At least it would be cathartic for him.
“Jungkook, do you want tea?” you called out.
Silence. The keyboard clicks suddenly stopped.
“No,” Jungkook snapped.
The keyboard clicks started again, even more rapidly than before. You were glad that you’d gotten him a mechanical keyboard rather than the cheaper one he’d been eyeing for a while. This one was built like a tank and could stand up to even the most furious gaming sessions.
He would come around sooner than later, you knew he would. It was just hard being patient, waiting for him to do it. With a resigned sigh, you poured the hot water over your teabag, and carried the mug into the bedroom.
Jungkook was perched on the edge of his gaming chair, pounding away at the keyboard while he played League of Legends with another prey hybrid, Seokjin. You got comfortable on the bed, pulling out your phone and scrolling through social media.
Even though you weren’t interacting with Jungkook, just by being in the same room, it was letting him know that you were ready to talk whenever he was. Neither of you ever went to sleep angry, so at some point in the next few hours, the two of you would have a conversation.
“I’m not mad at you, by the way,” Jungkook mumbled.
You shot up, back ramrod straight at the sound of Jungkook’s voice.
“I’m just sad,” Jungkook continued. “I thought you cared more.”
“I do care, Jungkook,” you replied. “I didn’t realize a hyena hybrid would be at the study group.”
Jungkook turned around, his eyes swimming with tears. “I just get so scared.”
His voice was just a tiny little whimper as he tried to fight off the sobs that threatened to come out. You opened your arms, inviting him to come to the bed. Pulling off his headset, Jungkook closed the game, before padding to the bed. He threw himself onto the soft covers, tugging your body to his.
Soft kisses were placed on every bit of exposed skin, scenting you more and more with each one. His scent enveloped you.
“I hate how you smell like him,” Jungkook said softly.
“I didn’t even sit that close,” you argued.
“I don’t care. You still smell like him.”
You rolled your eyes. “Jungkook, you’re being a baby about this right now.”
Beside you, Jungkook stiffened.
“You’re mine, _____. It’s my scent on you,” Jungkook growled.
His voice had taken on a much lower register and he began to trail his hand up and down your sides. The other hand inched its way down towards your lower half, pushing your legs apart just enough for him to be able to tug your underwear down. You were more than happy to oblige, lifting your hips to allow him to tug the fabric off your body.
Two fingers found their way to your centre, Jungkook’s thumb teasing your clit, eliciting a hiss from you. His index finger inserted itself into you, pumping in and out lazily. There was no hurry in Jungkook’s movements. While his hand was occupied, his lips easily found their way to yours, capturing your mouth greedily.
It didn’t take long for Jungkook to start getting impatient, inserting a second finger into you while his thumb began to work more quickly. You whined, back arching. For a brief moment, Jungkook pulled away, his massive brown eyes gazing down at you. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see one of his ears flopped over. Somehow, his ears had changed which one was the floppy one and which one was upright.
Unable to resist, you reached up and ran your fingers along Jungkook’s soft ears. He sighed happily, nuzzling his head into your hand.
“I love you so much, Jungkook,” you said softly.
“Love you so much, _____,” Jungkook sighed.
Without warning, Jungkook moved so that he was hovering over you, running his thumbs over your cheeks as he gazed into your eyes. His expression was so full of love and he looked down at you. He made quick work of shedding his clothes, before turning to you and tugging your shirt off. Shuffling down a bit, he lined himself up with your entrance, slowly easing himself in. As he did this, Jungkook captured your lips with his, kissing you greedily.
Soon, Jungkook was able to  find a rhythm even if this wasn’t his preferred position. He was thrusting without any hurry, just simply enjoying the feeling of your walls around him.
Eventually, Jungkook’s thrusts began to lose their rhythm, becoming more erratic as he picked up speed. His thrusts became fast and harsh as he rutted his hips into yours. Jungkook’s hand found its way to your clit, the pad of his thumb pressing down on it. You bucked against him, feeling your release starting to approach.
With a few more thrusts, you could feel Jungkook spill himself into you. He milked his orgasm, while continuing to rub at your clit. Watching him come undone, with his ears askew, was all that it took to push you over the edge.
When you came down from your high, Jungkook pulled himself out, flopping down on the bed beside you, and pulled your body to his. He nuzzled his face into your neck, before pulling the blanket over you.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
You blinked a few times despite knowing he couldn’t see it. “Why are you apologizing.”
“I overreacted. I know you were just at study group. I’m not sure why I acted like that.”
Reaching up, you scratched behind Junkook’s ear, enjoying the feeling of the velvety fur between your fingers. “It’s okay, Jungkook. I love you.”
“I love you so much _____,” Jungkook whispered.
There would be time to talk about things more later on. For now, just laying in bed together was all that was needed.
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jeonggukieverse · 3 months ago
I love you, Idiot
hi can I request a tsundere reader with Jungkook? you can add smut if you want. oh and can I the reader be smol? like real tiny in size?? 🧍‍♀️thank you!!
(PS: I don't know if you know what tsundere is, a lot of people don't so it's basically just someone who's real cold/ distant and angry/hot-headed)
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Pairing: Jungkook x Female reader
Genre: Idiots to lovers, CollegeAU!, Childhood friends AU, Friends To Lovers, fluff, smut, angst (if you squint)
Warnings: Unprotected sex (wrap it up y'all), idiots, emotional constipation 
Word count: 4.5k+
A/N: This is my first ever request, sorry if it not the best and for any grammar or spelling mistakes :( I really enjoyed writing it though, it was a very good prompt. Hope you like it anon
(i’m not great at describing outfits, but party JK looks like 190616 Jungkook for reference) 
You hated being small. Not only was it very inconvenient it was also very unattractive in your opinion. In your class all of the other girls were tall and slender with modelesque features. Then there was you. Barely even there. This fact was made painfully more apparent by the 5”10 boy that stuck to you like glue. Speaking of, where was he?
“Wait up, Elfie!” you heard a voice shout, echoing across your college courtyard. Speak of the devil, you thought as you turned around to see him leisurely jogging towards you.
Because your mums were best friends, Jeon Jungkook had been beside you ever since you both could walk. In fact, your first ever memory was of him putting a band aid over your knee after you’d embarrassingly fell off of your bike. You don’t know why but you remember having little butterflies in your tummy as you looked down at him tending your wound. The feeling was bizarre and you acted on what your primal instinct told you to do. You kicked him, not hard but hard enough to frazzle him and knock him onto his butt. In your immature 4-year-old state, you recall telling him “Get off me! I’m not a baby you know!”. You can’t imagine what he must have thought as you proclaimed your maturity while you stood there in pig tails and overalls with puffy red tear-stained cheeks.
Since then, that’s how it had always been. Every time Jungkook showed you any kind of kindness or affection, you’d get all huffy and embarrassed and lash out at him. You didn’t know what this emotion was until Jungkook got his first girlfriend when you were 13. It was only when you saw him holding hands with someone else that the jealousy you felt in your heart was confirmation of the big fat crush you had on him.
“We’re in college now, must you insist on still calling me that stupid name?” you said shortly as he reached his rightful place beside you
“Sorry little elf, some nicknames just stick for life. Plus, you’ll never grow out of it cause you’ll always be my adorable little elf” He retorted while reaching down to ruffle your hair
You felt heat run over your cheeks at his praise and you did what came naturally to you. You punched him in the arm.
“s-shut up Jeon!” you yelled as he giggled “Might have to nickname you Mike Tyson instead Elfie, your punches are getting a lot harder these days haha” he continued to chuckle as you couldn’t help but notice that one dimple in his cheek that also appeared when he was concentrating very hard on somethi-
“Anyway!” he interrupted pulling you out of whatever jeon Jungkook rabbit hole you were about to fall into
“Are you still coming with me to Taehyungs party tonight?” he questioned
“Of course I am, you promised you’d buy me pizza after so I’m contractually obligated now” you said rolling your eyes.
Taehyung was an old teammate of Jungkook’s that went to a different college, they used to play on the same soccer team in 4th grade and I guess they just developed a bond and stayed friends. You weren’t really close to any of Jungkook’s other friends. Part of you was afraid that they’d see past your little act and know how much you liked him. So, you didn’t really hang out with anyone except Jungkook really.
“Nice! Alright Elfie, I need to run cause I’m late for class but I’ll pick you up at 9, yeah? Don’t be late” He semi yelled, already running to class.
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True to his word. He was at your dorm room at 9pm on the dot. Regardless of that, you still planned to teas him anyway.
“You’re 20 seconds late jeo-” you stopped midsentence. Jungkook had always been handsome and always had a sense of style you found charming but tonight was a completely different ball game.
There he stood dressed in all black looking like an absolute dream.
“My eyes are up here Elfie” he teased
“Ew! Don’t flatter yourself bunny! I just noticed that this is the first time you haven’t looked like you just rolled out of bed is all” you lied, turning back into your dorm trying desperately to hide your reddening cheeks.
“Is that your way of telling me I look good?” he replied. You couldn’t see him but you could hear the smirk in his voice
“I guess…” you mumbled “Let’s get going before were late” you rushed as you grabbed your bag, hoping this would be the end of this conversation.
"Well since were handing out compliments, I think you look really pretty tonight elfie. your legs look amazing in that dress"
"Shut up!" you yelled as you watched his shoulders bob up and down as he laughed.
"Also, remember to grab your ID! Tae's party is BYOB so, we'll need to swing by the store before we get there" he said absentmindedly leaning on your doorframe as he watched you grab your bits and bobs.
"I feel like I'll lose it, can you look after it for me?"
"Hey, what my elf wants, she gets" he replied while you rolled your eyes.
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Honestly speaking, Taehyung's party was actually kind of fun. It was very loud, naturally, so loud the bass of the music made your body feel like it was vibrating. So Jungkook, being himself, took you and a group of his friends outside to sit around the fire pit so you can actually hear one another talk.
Naturally, you spent the whole night stuck to Jungkook’s side. Listening to his stories and watching him animatedly talk about how him and Taehyung used to piss of the coach by ‘accidentally’ coming to practice 15 minutes late and missed the intense part of the warm up.
You were in love with this boy. Why was that so hard for you to admit to him? It’s like every time he would even look at you with the universe shining in those big Bambi eyes, he could see your soul. It’s like he was looking into your truth but choosing to ignore it. He made you so nervous all you wanted to do was climb underneath the surface of the earth and never come out. You felt naked under his gaze, it was uncomfortable but it was a feeling you never wanted to be without.
While you were lost in your thoughts, you felt Jungkook stand up while looking at his phone.
“Everything good, bunny?” you questioned
“Yeah, Elfie, everything’s fine. A friend of mine has just shown up, I’m gonna go grab her”
Her? As confident and beautiful as Jungkook was, you knew he was pretty much allergic to other girls. In the years that you’d known him, the only women he ever spoke to were either related to him or you. Leaving out his 13-year-old girlfriend cause that relationship was the most awkward thing you’d ever seen. Didn’t stop you feeling jealous though. And as you watched him walk away a similar feeling was bubbling in your chest.
“She’s just a friend you know.” A voice beside you rang. You looked over to see Tae looking in your direction.
“They’re partners in their sports science class, that’s how he knows her. No need to look so worried.” He winked. Were you that obvious?
“N-no, it’s not like that. I don’t care who he talks to” you protested eagerly. God, you didn’t sound very convincing at all.
“You didn’t sound very convincing at all” Taehyung snickered, practically reading your mind.
You looked at him, slightly embarrassed, but you joined in on his laughter. You didn’t expect Taehyung to be this nice, honestly. A very pleasant surprise.
You continued casual small talk with Tae until you heard a booming voice in front of you.
“Guys, this is my lovely friend Rose! Be very nice to her, she lets me cheat off her test so I need to stay on her good side” Jungkook joked.
As soon as your eyes set on her, you felt yourself shrink even smaller. She was beautiful and tall and way better than you. She was the kind of girl you’d see on Pinterest drinking Iced coffee and writing on a laptop in Starbucks. She looked like she sociable as her eyes darted to everyone, she met them with a charming smile revealing her perfect teeth. The thing that hurt you the most, they looked amazing together. You could not compete, even if you tried
“Taehyung! Long-time no see! How the hell have you been, still causing trouble?” Rose chimed as she walked over to Tae, almost completely ignoring you. Well, you wished she had completely ignored you cause what she did next was entirely worse.
As she walked over to Tae, her eyes landed on you and she let out an audible gasp. She stopped mid stride, causing people around us to look at her and she loudly proclaimed:
“Oh my gosh you are so cute! You’re actually the most adorable little person I’ve ever seen! I can’t believe it, Kookie, you said she was small but I didn’t know you meant this small, she’s adorable” she proclaimed loudly.
You wanted to completely disappear. Several eyes now landed on you, examining if her words were true. You wanted to simply disappear. At that moment you turned to Jungkook, telepathically pleading for help.
“I know right! She’s fucking adorable” he chortled in agreement looking down at you
“Little Elfie”. That was it, you stood up and left. Completely humiliated and on the verge of tears. You pushed past Jungkook, making sure to give him a punch in his arm as you passed.
You just wanted to leave. You just wanted to be away from people. You didn’t want to exist right at that very moment.
You pushed past the bodies of people in the house and made it to the front door. You were about to pull it open until you felt a hand holding your arm. You knew it was him, so you did what naturally came to you, you spun round and gave him a slap.
Only for you to be humiliated further because you realised, you’d just slapped Kim Taehyung in the front entrance of his own house.
“Oh my god! I am so sorry!”
“Damn, you must really be pissed off at him huh?” he laughed rubbing his cheek trying to play off the fact that you’d just novella slapped him in the face. “let’s get you some air” he said as he led you outside.
You both sat down on the steps of his porch and stared into the night sky. The cold breeze and lack of social stimulation allowed the fact that you had just acted completely irrationally to sink in. And thus furthered your embarrassment.
“Wanna talk about it?” he asked, still looking into the sky. You appreciated that he was giving you space and not staring you down in a vulnerable moment.
You let out and exasperated huff of air “I made a completed ass of myself, didn’t I?” you said, looking down into the grass unable to look up as the sky reminded you of him.
“I dint mean to get upset but I’m aware that I’m small, doesn’t mean I like it”
“But your cute thou- “
“That doesn’t matter! I’m in my 20s! I’m an adult and everyone still treats me like a kid. Especially Jungkook. He treats me like I’m made of glass or something. I’m never allowed to be independent or do anything on my own because he won’t let me. Cause he’s always fucking there. Like I’m some charity case or something.” You rushed.
You didn’t really know you felt like that. Once the words started they just wouldn’t stop.
“Damn, does Jungkook know you feel like that?” Tae questioned trying to be as gentle as possible knowing that you were very sensitive right now
“of course not. How could I possibly tell him that I feel babied by him?” you huffed again
“You could try? I’m sure he’d understand and give you some space.” He suggested
You shook your head, not believing him.
“Look, I know you know Jungkook better than anyone. You know that this is just how he is. I remember one summer I broke my leg and had to miss 3 months of practice. Still Jungkook would come to my house every day and fill me in on what I missed. So much so, that it was getting to the point where it was annoying so I had to tell him to chill. We know that’s just how he is; he doesn’t like to see loved ones at a disadvantage. So, he’ll go out of his way to make sure they know they’re valued. Ya know?” He spoke, still looking up.
“I guess you’re right” you agreed, sheepishly.
“Just be honest with the kid, eh? About everything. And I mean everything” his head finally turned to you with his eyebrow cocked. You felt your face redden again.
“Okay, your right, I will” you nodded. As you got up and readied yourself to go back into the trenches of that party, you felt your phone vibrate in your back pocket. It was a text form Jungkook and it read:
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You were shocked. Jungkook had never left you on your own before. He must think you’re gonna punch him again.
You asked tae to walk you home and he did. You texted jungkook as you you started getting ready for bed:
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No reply. Which was odd but you paid it no mind. Until you did.
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It had been 5 days since Jungkook had read your text but hadn’t gotten back to you. This is the longest you’ve gone without seeing him in, well, ever. You were debating whether or not to march over to his dorm until you walked past your campus coffee shop and saw him with Rose.
They were smiling and cozy and looked like they were having a good time. It was then that you had come to the realisation that the thought you had at the party about them looking good together wasn’t induced by the influence of the alcohol but was a stone cold fact. They looked like the kind of couple you’d see in a kdrama and that felt like a dagger to the heart.
You turned back the way you came in an attempt to block the tears but the image of them both was burned in your mind and you were sure it was going to be scorched there forever.
You burst through your dorm door, jumped on your bed and sobbed. All the regrets you had finally pouring out of you, like a dam finally bursting. You don’t know how long you were crying for but when you looked up out your window, it was nightfall. You had probably cried yourself to sleep and it was a firm knock on the door that had disturbed your pity party.
You tried your best to compose yourself as you walked to the door. You hesitantly pulled open the door and there he stood. Jeon Jungkook
“Sorry to bother you but, you left your ID with me. I figured you might nee- Have you been crying?” he interrupted himself.
“No!” You said sharply
“Oh, okay. Well, here you go” he said as he placed the ID in your palm.
“Are you fucking kidding me? Is that it? You se me with puffy eyes, a runny nose and moist cheeks and you just leave?” you yelled
“I asked you if you were crying, you said ‘no’, so I was going to be on my way. I didn’t wanna push you” he rebuttled with unarguable logic
“But I was obviously lying! Do you just not care anymore?! Now you have Rose, you just don’t care?!”
“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT FROM ME _____?!” he yelled. You cant remember the last time he’d used your actual name  
“Wow, so that’s it? Years of friendship over because you found someone else” your voice cracked as you held back tears
“_____, what are you talking about? Rose has a girlfriend. Plus you’re the one who was sat bitching to Taehyung about how suffocating I am and how I baby you but when I finally listen and decide to give you space, you lash out at me. So please, please tell me, what the fuck is going on in that brain of yours”
“IM IN LOVE WITH YOU! YOU JERK!” You screamed.
There was a stillness after your revelation. Not an awkward one like you’d expected, it was like a calmness after a storm, like everything was back to how it was meant to be or maybe it had become something new and better entirely.
“What?” he asked softly
“I’m in love with you” you said looking away from him now, so much for the stillness. “I always have been. I never told you cause I never know how and I knew you saw me as nothing more than a little kid you needed to take care of.” You grumbled
After a brief pause, Jungkook began to laugh. Not just a little snort or chuckle but a full-blown belly laugh at the front door of your dorm. You’re not gonna lie, it stung a little
“I’m glad you find me so funny asshole” you said as you swung back ready to punch him. He grabbed your fist before you could strike.
“Hey what are- “he cut off your rant with a kiss. As your lips met, all the feelings of embarrassment and anger melted away and the calmness returned. This felt right”
He pulled away, arms wrapping around your waist.
“You idiot, I love you too. You were always so cold towards my affection I just assumed it was one sided. The only way I could show how much I cared for you was by always being by your side. It was the only thing you never punched me for” he said as he looked into your eyes
You wanted to hit him again but you fought your instinct and instead caressed his face and pulled him into another kiss.
You felt like you weighed nothing as Jungkook carried you across your dorm over to your bedroom, legs now wrapped around his waist. Still fully captivated with your lips on his, you hadn’t realised that he had stopped at the bottom of your bed with you still in his arms.
With his knee now pressed into the mattress, he placed you down gently on your sheets; hair sprawled out delicately on your pillows before his smooth lips went back to giving desperate kisses.
With your eyes shut tight, due to sheer embarrassment, you felt Jungkook’s lips trail down your jaw. You paused, held your breath, while you felt his tongue across the skin of your neck. Instinctively, you raised your hand brushed your fingers through Jungkook’s dark locks as his kisses to your neck became more vigorous. You could feel his entire weight pressing into you, and it only made you want him more.
Jungkook could clearly see your chest rising and falling as he undid the buttons of your shirt. You watched him as he began to shed the material off your body – feeling the cold air of your room come into contact with your naked chest.
Suddenly, you remembered where you were, what you were doing and who you were doing it with and you suddenly became shy again.
“D-don’t look at me, you perv” you chastised while raising your hands to cover yourself. Jungkook immediately took you by your wrists – pinning them to the bed.
“You don’t hide from me _____” the deep softness of his voice sent goosebumps along your skin.
“Do you want this, _____? you want me to do this?”
“S-stop calling me that!” you pouted. Your name sounded foreign on his lips  
“Oh?”, he said, with a mischievous smirk in his tone, “I thought you didn’t like Elfie”
“I don’t like it…I just like that it’s what you call me” you whispered bashfully unable to look at him.
You felt the breath of his chuckle hit your naked skin and the sensation made your underwear damper than it already was.
“Well, if that’s what my Elfie wants, it what she gets”
He continued his trail down your body stopping just before your folds, noticing that you were now rolling your hips ever so slightly and in desperate need of some form of friction.
“Not so tough now, are we princess? Look how desperate you are for me” he teased while slowly pulling down your underwear. You almost begged, but your pride held it in. You knew you would not be able to take the anticipation any more as you felt his breath fan over your wetness.
Without any more hesitation, Jungkook let his tongue pass his lips and lightly trail over your slit, feeling you gasp from the contact. You felt his tongue pass through your folds as he began giving you small, gentle licks to get you used to the sensation.
“Jungkook....oh my gosh...” you moaned, feeling his tongue put more pressure on your swollen nub before his lips covered it – sucking hard and pleasuring you in the most intense way you had ever felt.
Your sounds filled your room while you made eye contact with him between your legs.
“Why the hell are you looking at me?” you groaned trying to maintain your bravado. Your body betrayed you though as you found yourself letting out a loud moan while you found yourself reaching with your hand down towards his free one, and Jungkook instantly picked up on your need to have your fingers intertwined in his. He took your hand – letting you squeeze the upper-side of his palm, and he loved the feeling. Of you. Of you needing him.
“Are you sure you want to do this? We can stop if you don’t feel comfortable, Elfie.”  he looked you dead in your eyes with his thumbs resting on the waistline of his jeans.
You nodded at him silently “I want you Kookie…just – don’t be too rough with me, okay?” you said gently, finally allowing yourself to be gentle with him.
Jungkook smiled at you, taking note that you were allowing him in. Both your heart and your body.
“I’ll be gentle...this time, princess” he murmured with deviance, leaving you with a shocked look on your face as you thought “This time...meaning, there’ll be a next time?”
Jungkook positioned himself slowly at your entrance, leaning his weight on his knees as the moonlight shone through your window and cascaded shadows over your body. You looked like a dream. You looked like his dream.
“______” Jungkook whispered softly, gazing into your stare while he ran the back of his finger along your burning cheek. “I-” he paused as you hung off his every word.
“I love you”
“I- love you too, Jungkook” you replied without needing any time to think about it. In any other situation, you would have probably stopped breathing at his confession and hit him but upon hearing his tender, delicate confession while you were both at your most vulnerable state, you could only smile and pulled him in for a gentle kiss. This was it; he had broken down your walls and you were his.
As the kiss turned sweet, you felt the tip of his cock probe your entrance – sliding himself in as gently as he could. You shut your eyes tight, relishing in the feeling of his intrusion as he explored your body. Jungkook almost gasped at your tightness gripping his shaft – how warm you made him feel had him rendered almost completely still. He stopped at certain intervals, making sure you were okay in between kisses.  Before he finally sunk his length inside you entirely, you whimpered into his ear, lightly trailing your nails along the skin of his shoulder blades. Jungkook returned his forehead to yours, both your lips ghosting over each other’s as he pulled back out slowly – before entering you once more. Soft sighs and gasps left both of your lips as Jungkook kept a slow, controlled movement – knowing that he had played with you enough beforehand to ready you for the experience
He leaned back, placing his hands on either side of your rib-cage as he repositioned his legs beneath him. “If it’s too much I’ll stop” he panted, seeing you nod he began setting a slightly quicker pace inside you. You could feel the natural curve of his cock reach deep within your snug tightness, making you moan his name along with a string of curses.
“Say my name again Elfie..., you sound so pretty. I want to hear you...louder...” Jungkook produced a low growl as he gripped your frame tighter. You obeyed his commands, letting his name fall from your lips “Jungkook” you mewled
“Not that name, baby” he replied while thrusting into you.
“Please…Kookie” you corrected, earning you a needy groan from him.  You raised your arms above your head and rested them on the top end of the pillow. Jungkook became captivated by the natural bounce of your breasts below him with each thrust he gave you, reaching up to hold both of them in each hand while caressing you in a gentle, yet forceful way.
You didn’t blush at the sound of your lewd wetness lapping between your legs or at the sound of his skin slapping against yours. In fact, you found yourself loving those sounds, mixed with Jungkook’s deep growling and panting that let you know he felt damn good inside you.
Jungkook pressed his lips to yours a final time, before feeling the tightness of your orgasm contract around his length – hearing you cry out as he swallowed your voice with his kisses. As you dug your nails into his back, Jungkook hissed at the sensation – before letting go entirely and spilling his seed into you. You loved hearing him shamelessly moan your nickname over and over again in your ear, feeling him twitch inside you – before feeling his tensed-up muscles relax on top of you.
“Elfie...” Jungkook whispered, large breaths escaping both your lips as he slowed his movements, gently pulling himself out of you.
You couldn’t speak. You couldn’t even formulate a basic thought, for all you could feel was the purest form of happiness.
“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Jungkook returned to your side, his eyes searching your features for any sign of pain or discomfort. But instead, he was met by a faint, gentle smile on your lips.
“I’m...I’m great. You’re great. Kookie…” you replied hazily, pressing your hand to his chest and taking another look at his naked body next to yours.
You both rested there, wrapped up in each other’s post orgasmic embrace in comfortable science. Both not realising that the other was thinking the same thing:
‘I love you, idiot’
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crazy4myself · 3 months ago
No Harm List | Pt. 11
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Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: mafia au, fluff, violence
Summary: You live in a city where crime runs rampant. One day, you save a young boy’s life, not knowing that he is one of the most powerful crime lord’s heir. And you have just been put on the no harm list.
Rating: 18+
Warnings: violence, alcohol, mention of drugs, borderline smut
Word Count: 9.8+
Beta reader: @punkisnotdead2318
A/N: Hey besties I’m so sorry for the long break! But heres the moment some of you have been waiting for and others have been dreading. Sorry if this is poorly edited life happens and this is my best at the moment. 
Your head was pounding. 
A groan escaped you as you rolled over. Even with your eyes closed, you could feel the morning sun mercilessly shining down on you through your eyelids. 
Your throat was dry and your tongue felt too big for your mouth, and you could tell you fell asleep without removing your makeup by the way your lashes seemed to resist when you moved to crack one eye open. They were nearly fused together by the clumped waterproof mascara foolishly applied before going out. 
You went to nuzzle your face deeper into your navy blue pillow desperate to be unconscious once more when you remembered you did not own a navy blue pillow. Your bedding was grey. 
Body ridgid, you took in the plush king-sized bed that was far nicer than your own and smelled enticingly of a spiced cologne. 
This is Hoseok’s fault.  You thought bitterly as you recalled his promise that he wouldn’t allow any one-night stands. He abandoned you and left you helpless to be lured by some sexy stranger. 
The muzzy fog in your head made it hard for you to recall what happened last night and what events led you to this bed. 
Memories or not, you had to get out quick. 
You hopped out of bed, your head spinning and sore body protesting as you made your way to the windows. 
Your smooth thighs brushed together and you looked down to see you were not in your clothes from last night, but instead, an oversized olive green tee shirt that hung just above your knees. 
You admit it’s more modest than what you wore last night, but being in a mystery lover’s clothing did leave you unsettled. You pat your bottom for a moment and smile in victory when you confirm your panties were still on. 
You continued your dizzying journey to the window, now more bodily aware. Your hangover wasn't the worst you’ve ever experienced, you didn’t feel sick, but the way your head throbbed was unmatched by any other headache you’ve experienced before. And you were blinded when you pulled back the window shade slightly to try to get a check on your location.  
Squinting against the morning light, you felt a sinking feeling in your stomach as you took in the familiar rose garden that lined the back of the Den’s property. 
It felt like cold water was poured down your back at the potential idea that you weren’t in a stranger's bed, but in one of the members of BTS. 
Your mind was reeling as you tried to remember how you ended up here.
 What had happened last night? 
Suddenly, you became aware of a lack of noise aside from the throbbing in your skull. 
With a creak of a faucet handle and the groan of the pipes in the walls, you heard the shower come to a stop in the connecting bathroom. 
Your heart raced as the chance of facing your dance partner of the night came closer. 
Ready to just bite the bullet and face your doom, you made your way to the bathroom door and knocked lightly before pushing it open. 
“Hey I’m so-AHHHHHH!”
“AHHHHHHHH!” Taehyung shouted back at you as he struggled to wrap his towel around his waist. 
“Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!” You cried as you pulled the door shut. 
Your breathing hitched in panic, and you struggled to slow it in your flustered state. After a moment of hearing him shuffle around the bathroom, you knocked again, louder this time. 
“Are you decent?” You called hesitantly. 
You swear you could hear his smirk through the door as he responded, “Morally? No. But if you're wondering if I have pants on, yeah, you’re good.”
The door opened, and your cheeks flushed as you faced him again, “Sorry about that, I should have knocked… Did we??” You blurted out, unable to finish, your brain was still sluggish and you grew nervous as you struggled to recall how last night ended. 
He raised a brow, amused. “Sleep together? No, only by its most basic definition. But we both kept to our side of the bed. But if you want to,” he placed a hand on the door frame leaning further into your space, “there’s still plenty of time.” 
You swallowed audibly as his dark eyes took you in. Quickly, you checked yourself and rolled your eyes, ignoring how it made your stomach turn, and let out a scoff, “As if.” 
“Your loss, Princess,” he shrugged as he pushed past you. 
“I think I liked it better when you called me Dorito breath,” You grumbled. 
“I think Dorito breath is too kind of a nickname,” Tae quipped back, “Your breath is rancid. There’s a spare toothbrush on the counter. Please, help yourself.” He offered, gesturing to his bathroom. 
You didn’t bother to reply as you followed his directions, the quick excitement had your head pounding. You focused on the task of cleaning your mouth until it was minty fresh, you inspected yourself in the mirror and were shocked by the sight.
The remains of your makeup streaked down your face and your eyes were ready and puffy, as if you had been crying the night before. 
Did you cry? 
Your mind struggled to remember the dancing and drinks and the cake, it felt like your thoughts were out of order.  
Just how much did you have to drink? 
“It’s okay if you can’t remember, it’s normal,” Taehyung assured and you looked up to see him watching you from the doorway, brows furrowed in concern. 
You frooze, toothbrush dangling in your mouth as you turned to him, confused. Taehyung sighed, realizing being cryptic was only going to upset you more, he wanted to explain everything as soon as possible before too many memories came back and you got hysterical, but he wanted you to feel safe too. 
“Do you want an explanation first or do you wanna wash up?” He offered. 
“Explain, please.” You rubbed at your temples, the hangover from last night’s actions leaving your head throbbing. 
Taehyung took the time to grab a glass of water from the sink along with some headache medication, letting you fumble then take the pills before speaking. 
You knew his intentions were well-meaning, but the building suspense only made your anxieties grow as you followed him to the bed. 
“There was a shooting at the club last night,” he started, his tone serious, eyes searching as you recalled the night’s events.
“Oh my god,” you whispered as a flood of memories overwhelmed you. Gunshots echoing over the screams of the partners in the club. A shattered glass. The weight of Tae’s body on yours as he covered you on the ground. The too-sweet smoke that curled in the air and made your head spin even through the cloth secured over your nose. But after the smoke, your memory was a haze of fear and panic. 
Your gaze went out of focus as the anxiety formed a tight knot in your chest and a tremor made its way through your body as your brain struggled to process too much at once. 
“Ella, Y/N, please breathe,” Taehyung whispered, taking hold of your trembling hands, terrified he would have a repeat of last night, “Everyone is safe.” He soothed, not wanting your mind to dwell on any possibilities. 
You blinked for a second, as if remembering where you were before taking your hands from his and balling them into tight fists. 
Taehyung watched something in you transform as your eyes steeled and you rolled your shoulder back adjusting your posture. 
“What happened, I can’t remember anything after the...” you took a moment to try and swallow back the lump in your throat, you would not let your fear get the best of you, “I can’t remember anything after the smoke bombs.” You forced yourself to finish, your voice stronger this time.
“That’s normal, it’s okay, I promise it’s just a side effect of the smoke, your memories will come back soon. But you were very distressed, rightly so,” he added with a small smile, “If you’ll let me I would like to fill in the gaps so you won’t get too confused.” 
“Where are Hobi and the others?” You asked before agreeing to his offer. 
“They’re all downstairs. I wanted to talk to you before we go down there, so you wouldn’t be overwhelmed.” He answered.
Tae’s eyes were kinder than you had ever seen, his voice reassuring. You knew he was taking precautions and looking out for your best interest, so you accepted the comfort. Later, you would wonder if the concern was genuine and natural or if it was a practiced part of his job. If taking the time to explain what happened was something he wanted to do or something he was ordered to do. 
Weary, you accepted his offer and Tae filled you in on everything. The gunmen were part of the Black Tips, a rival gang you were growing too familiar with. V explained how just before the shooting, they made a move on BTS’s other assets, as well. First, sabotaging a car to lure RM, Suga, and J-Hope out before making a move on the warehouse, where most of BTS’s goods were stored. 
V didn’t offer to tell you what kind of goods, and you thought it best not to ask. 
RM and the others dealt with inventory and clean-up at the warehouse, but there was no actual conflict on site. V assured you they were safe the whole evening. 
After Jungkook and Jimin took the gunmen down, the police showed up to take the shooters into custody and get their report. Luckily, the Bulletproof was only rumored to be affiliated with BTS; there wasn’t any concrete proof, so the report was filed as a terrorist attack, not gang violence. But once the police took the shooters in and BTS had no control over the criminal’s confessions, they could only hope the smoke disoriented them enough not to spill. 
Only two civilians were injured by the shooting; they were taken to a hospital to be treated and were in stable condition. The Bulletproof would be covering their hospital bills. You were surprised by that kindness when V told you, but he laughed and assured you RM wasn’t doing it out of the kindness of his penny-pincher heart; he was doing it as a publicity stunt. Bulletproof needed to maintain its good reputation after such an event. 
You were also impacted by the smoke, V explained. In the first hour of clean-up, you fell in and out of consciousness and seemed disoriented throughout the evening. V and Jimin had tried to take you back to the Den, but when you got in the car, you had become very distressed. They called Hobi to help talk you down from a complete panic attack, but the shock of the evening and your intoxicated state were all too much. Your night ended in Taehyung's bed, where he tried to calm you down until exhaustion finally claimed you.
You flushed by the end of his explanation, embarrassed by how weak you were that evening. You were a burden that held the gang back in a time of crisis for them. 
“Ella,” Taehyung laughed, a little baffled, “You were drunk, drugged, and shot at on the night of your graduation party; anyone would break down at the end of the night. Don’t be embarrassed and apologetic for it. And don’t feel bad for us needing to help you. We put you in the line of danger when we vowed to protect you no matter what. You don’t owe us anything, and don’t let anyone here make you feel like you have responsibilities beyond your contract.” Tae pushed his tone, edging closer to seriousness than comforting at the end. 
You look at his cheeks still heated, and you remember his resentment for RM. What his boss had ordered him to face to grow stronger. You wondered how much of his words were for you and how much was a reminder for himself. 
“I hate crying in front of people,” you offered in response, disregarding his comforts and advice. You didn’t want to think about your role or responsibilities to the gang. Didn’t want to think about the hidden meaning in his words. 
V took the offered bait and let lips quirk into a smile, “Me too, consider us even for the other day.” 
“So, what’s next?” You asked after a moment of silence. 
Taehyung looked at you with questioning eyes. 
You prompted. “What’s the next move? You guys just had your asses handed to you; you’re telling me RM isn’t planning to retaliate right now?” 
“What’s next is breakfast,” Tae stood with a stretch, “You’re hungover, I’m starving, and I definitely smell bacon downstairs,” He walked past his dresser, grabbing a pair of baggy basketball shorts, and threw them at you. 
You blinked, a little shocked by his change in tone, before you scrambled to catch the shorts. 
“I deserve to know what’s going to happen,” you insisted, gripping the shorts in frustration. 
“You deserve,” Taehyung said with a clipped tone, “to stay the hell out of it. Now c’mon, bacon.” Taehyung insisted before walking out the door.
You scoffed in disbelief before hastily pulling on the basketball shorts and following him down the hall.  
Hoseok was dozing on the couch, the long night starting to catch up with him, when he heard the sound of your bare feet rushing down the stairs. 
“Hobi!” You nearly wheezed, clinging to the rail for balance as you rushed down to him. 
At the sight of you, he felt a flood of relief wash over him, followed by a tsunami of guilt.  
“I am so glad you’re okay,” he breathed, wrapping you into a hug the moment you collided into his chest. You squeezed back just as hard. 
Last night, after Jin broke the news, it took a moment to process everything that had happened before he immediately filled with panic at the thought of you being at the club. Jin had assured them that no one from the team was harmed during the shooting, but just because you were intact didn’t mean you felt safe. 
He demanded RM let him call Jin back to get a proper report on Ella and the others. Begrudgingly, the leader complied as he went off to coordinate with Suga and dispatch teams to guard the other assets BTS had around town, like the bakery. 
Jin had assured Hobi that while you were a little out of it from the gas, you were mostly keeping it together. That wasn’t news to him. You were a strong and adaptable person in a high-stress environment. But Hoseok knew the moment your adrenalin crashed you would too. So he made the order with what little authority he had and asked Jin to have Jimin to take you home as soon as possible. His elder respected the call and promised to send Taehyung back with them to the safety of the Den. 
Forty minutes later, still trapped and restless at the warehouse, Hoseok received the phone call that made his heart drop. You were unintelligible over the phone, but your stress and anxiety were clear. 
“I don’t know what to do and she kept asking for you.” Jimin pleaded over your cries. 
Hoseok can only think of one other time in his life he has felt so helpless, and it ended with his sister’s death.
 This evening was becoming an unending nightmare. 
You were drunk while having a panic attack, and all Hoseok could do to help you was ignore Suga’s judgmental looks as he took the phone call, promise you were safe, and talk Jimin through your breathing exercises to help calm you down.
But how could he lie when you were in such a state?
 He has no assurances even with his two most trusted brothers in arms by your side, that you were safe at this moment. That you were going to make it safely to the Den, eat a hot meal, and get to bed. 
He couldn’t promise you that you wouldn’t hear gunshots again tonight because you were just caught in the crossfire of a war. You were trapped in the middle of a conflict Hoseok couldn’t see an end to. 
Last night was his fault. 
He let you get too close to BTS.
He couldn’t control your involvement with Jungkook or even your contract with RM. At the end of the day, those were the results of your actions and decisions. But he threw a party. He allowed you to invite the seven most dangerous men in BTS as if that wouldn’t draw a bright red target on your back. 
He brought you to a gang-affiliated bar that you would have never gone into if the night was up to you.
A quiet night in. That’s what you insisted on, all you said you needed to celebrate graduating. You were tired and due to have your wisdom teeth removed soon, and start summer classes soon after that. You felt like a night out on the town would throw off any semblance of a routine you built for yourself. 
But you deserved so much more. 
You deserved to be celebrated for all your hard work. To feel weightless and free and dance until your feet ached and have a night of guiltless fun. And Hoseok wanted to give that to you. 
He had forgotten himself. Forgotten that he was cursed to only endanger the people he loves anytime he gets too close. 
“Ella, how are you feeling?” Jin asked when Hoseok finally let you free of his embrace. 
“We’ll talk later,” you assured Hoseok in a hushed tone, patting his chest before moving towards your boss. “As good as I can? How about you all?” You offered back and Jin picked up the slight professionalism in your tone. 
You weren’t feeling good at all. You had a throbbing headache from an unknown substance that drugged you, you were sore everywhere, and you weren’t even ready to tap into the emotional wreckage you have to face from last night’s events. 
“Here this should help you,” Jimin offered, stirring a spoon in a thick, dark liquid before handing you a small glass. You blinked in surprise, not even realizing that he was in the room with you. 
“What is it?” You questioned hesitantly as you smelled it. 
“Activated charcoal, egg yolk, spinach puree, ginger, orange, coconut water, -”
“It’s a hangover smoothie,” Taehyung cut him off impatiently. 
Jimin frowned, “It’s more than just that, it will combat the effects of the gas from last night as well, help clear your head.”  
You gave the dark drink a hesitant look before making yourself down the whole thing in two gulps, delighted to find it tasted like chocolate. 
“Good right?” Jimin prompted. You nodded as you followed him back to the kitchen where Jin was back to tending the stove. 
You took a moment to scan the room. It seemed like most everyone was back at the Den. Jin and Jimin were manning the kitchen. 
Suga was laid out on one of the recliners, eyes closed and arms tucked against his chest. But based on the rise and fall of his chest, he was either faking or fighting his mid-morning nap. 
RM and Jungkook were nowhere in sight, but you couldn’t bring yourself to ask about their whereabouts.
Hoseok and Taehyung both trailed you to the kitchen, and you fixated on both of them as they made their way to the counter, watching their legs as they walked, and which hand they favored as they moved to fix their plate. Tae told you no one was seriously injured last night, but if there were any minor ones to tend to..
. Her desperation felt selfish as she took in Taehyungs form. 
“Will you chill out and grab a plate doc, we're fine,” Hoseok teased, recognizing your over-analytical gaze. 
He was a little shaken by the unnatural calm you walked in with this morning. He was prepared for you to run out of the house and never look back after last night, but of course, you never made things easy for yourself. 
Instead, you found some false sense of peace to hold yourself together this morning and were looking for any chance of a distraction to launch you into action. 
“Sorry, but are you guys all okay from last night?” You asked as you accepted the plate Hoseok offered you. 
“Well, my pride is incredibly bruised but other than that, we’re fine, Ella; any minor scrapes and bruises were taken care of last night,” Jin assured. 
Taken care of last night.. When you couldn’t help them. 
You tried not to let the thought get to you. You had no reason to be sober and able-minded last night, but you still felt some piercing guilt to know that not only were you useless in a time of need, but you were also a burden to them. 
Jin and Jimin made crepes. The kitchen island was lined with a tall stack of them and every possible topping you could want to dress them, including, as Taehyung promised, bacon. 
You indulged your sweet tooth as you made your first, covering it in strawberries, freshly whipped cream, and chocolate sauce. You snagged yourself a few pieces of bacon and some citrus fruit as a side before making your way to the table. Hoseok was quick to settle in the chair next to you. 
“Do you want any real food with your dessert?” Taehyung asked as he eyed your plate, helping himself to one of the strawberries. 
“You’re one to talk, what's that monstrosity?” You questioned as you eyed his plate. His crepe was covered in peanut butter, bananas, chocolate chips, and crumbled bacon. 
“A balanced breakfast,” he answered with a smile before digging in. 
Your lip curled in distaste as you watched him devour his meal. 
“Jin, I’m going to go into the bakery tomorrow if I can. I have a new recipe I’ve been wanting to try,” Jimin informed as he made his way to the table. 
“Do what you want, just be sure to clean up your mess,” Jin said dismissively, not looking up from his phone. 
“Well I’ll be working in the back so I may need someone to cover the kitchen for me.” Jimin said pointedly. 
“Oh I’m free tomorrow I can cover.” You offered, never one to pass up a chance to snag some extra cash.
Jimin looked at you with hesitation, “I don’t know, I’m pretty shy about my projects.” 
“She’ll be fine, just stay in the front and out of his way, yeah?” Jin sighed typing vigorously. 
“What recipe are you working on?” You asked curiously. Usually, Jimin was excited to share his new projects with you. You didn’t think he had a shy bone in his body, but your friend wouldn’t meet your eyes at your question. 
“Hey Y/N, did you want your cell phone?” Hoseok asked, digging into his pocket. 
Instantly, your head snapped to him, all concerns leaving your mind as you took the magical device in your hand eagerly. 
Jimin smiled at his brother in thanks for the distraction. 
Reunited with your phone, you almost forgot you were eating breakfast at the table of a notorious gang as you went on with your meal. 
You spent your time scrolling through and checking your notifications, seeing all your classmate’s graduation posts, and participating in small talk with the guys. 
The mood was almost too light. A forced calm in the aftermath of last night's events, but you weren’t about to be the one to spoil it for them.
At one point, you and Hoseok gave a dramatic retelling of your race through the countryside yesterday morning. Somehow that felt like a lifetime ago after the evening that followed it. But the way the others laughed as the two of you bickered over who actually won the last round made the morning feel normal, and like their family wasn't on the cusp of losing the world they worked so hard to build. 
You were getting up to fix your third serving of breakfast when the front door opened, RM marched in with Jungkook trailing behind. 
The mob boss glanced at you for one second, unphased as he took in your haggard appearance before barking orders, “V I need you at the police station, if Ella’s awake, that means the gunmen are, and they’re probably ready to talk by now. Get a uniform and get me that report.” He said, his pace unfaltering. 
V was in action instantly, abandoning his plate and making his way upstairs.
“Suga get up, the new security system is getting installed in an hour, I want you there,” RM added as he made his way to the center of the room. His drowsy second sat up quickly, looking more alert than you were expecting before making his way out the room.
All the members sat ridgid, looking ready for orders; any sign of the peaceful breakfast you were having a moment ago was gone, the leftovers on plates the only piece of evidence. 
Your eyes drifted to take in Namjoon and Jungkook, both were dressed cleanly in solid black tee shirts and well-fitting cargo pants of some sorts. They looked professional, not in a business way, but maybe in terms of their line of business. 
“Jin, I want you at the casino handling all news coverage,” RM continues. 
“I already spoke with channel 9 and our local outlet.” Jin informed. 
“Well go find someone else, the newspaper I don’t care. I want full control of their coverage.” RM dismissed in frustration. 
Jin frowned slightly, and you waited for the lovers to dispute, but instead, the baker stood silently and made his way upstairs to clean up. 
Taken off guard by RM’s harshness, you looked to Jungkook to judge his reaction, surprised to lock eyes with him. You anticipated Jungkook’s attention to be glued to his leader awaiting orders but instead, they were looking at you, traveling up your form, taking in the bruise on your leg, and the baggy basketball shorts you had to triple knot to keep around your waist, paired with the oversized tee-shirt that absolutely swallowed your form. 
You weren’t self conscious about your appearance until now. 
RM seemed to be done giving direct orders and settled in the living room in discussion with Hoseok, Jimin and Jungkook. Whatever they talked about went over your head by the overuse of code words. And your hangover made it too much of a challenge to try to decode, so you returned to your meal listening absentmindedly to their voices, the language sounding near foreign to your tired mind. 
Jin returned downstairs, giving RM a quick debriefing of his plans for the day before moving to clean up everyone’s plates as he waited for his next interview. You were quick to join him, excited for something to keep you busy.
The two of you worked in silent tandem, you washed the dishes while Jin dried and put them away, and for a moment it felt like you were back in the bakery and everything was normal aside from the five men in the living room discussing their criminal plans. 
RM planned to weaken the Black Tips before going in for the kill it. 
Their large-scale investments were under lock and key after making such a big move against BTS. They were anticipating a retaliation, but their small scale projects were more or less the same. 
Individual drug dealers were pulled deeper into Black Tips territory to avoid any risk of an ambush, but otherwise didn’t seem to be operating in larger groups. Jimin and J-Hope would be in charge of deploying small attack teams to target and take down any dealers rolling in with their stolen product. 
The Black Tips also have a few small investments that weren’t related to any fields BTS worked in. The Black Tips were going to leave these investments more vulnerable, convinced BTS didn’t know where to hit them where it hurts in these fields. 
One of the investments was a small construction company. JK would take a small team to their storage yard in two days to sabotage any major equipment they have. And wreck any of their active work sites. 
“Be discreet here. I don’t want it to look like the sites were wrecked. I want to discredit their whole operation. Make it fail.” Rm ordered. 
From there Jin and V would use all his connections to prevent the Black Tips from getting any future bids on projects, hopefully putting them out of business. 
Taehyung rejoined the group, and you almost choked as you caught sight of him in the Alcor police uniform. You wanted to laugh as you remembered just a few weeks ago the two of you were running from the chief of police. 
With V holding RM’s attention, Jungkook took the opportunity to slip away from the group to fix RM and himself a plate of food before Jin packed away the leftovers. 
You moved to help him and he smiled at you quietly, but it didn’t quite meet his eyes. You noticed the deep purple lurking underneath and wondered if he’s gotten to sleep at all. Or has he been up managing everything with RM this whole time. He clearly had time to clean up and change but other than that, has the boy been given a break? 
You opened your mouth to ask him when you noticed a stained bandage on his bicep. 
“You're bleeding,” you said, shocked. 
The room went quiet as everyone looked to you. RM looked annoyed and you realized you interrupted whatever he was saying to his men. 
“It’s fine Ella,” Jungkook said with a sheepish grin. 
“No it’s not, you need to have that redressed ASAP,” you pushed, taking the plate out of his hand. 
“He got it treated last night, he’s fine. Jungkook get over here, we’re not done yet,” RM ordered. 
Jungkook made a move for the living room, but you put your arm out to block him, careful to not touch his injury, “No he’s not.” You snapped back, “He’s bleeding through his dressing and he looks exhausted, he can’t keep working like this. You need to let me help him.” 
“Y/N, I’m fine,” Jungkook insisted, but you gave him a withering glare, daring him to make another comment. 
RM gave an unamused smile as he stood and made his way towards you. You’ve seen the boss get impatient with people before, and it had made your stomach feel cold witnessing it second hand, but this was the first time you were on the receiving end of such a look and the patronizing tone that accompanied it.
“Ella, you are a guest in my house. I ask that you remember your place and not give me orders.” RM kept a respectful distance from you as he spoke but he still towered over you. You made yourself stand your ground. You’ve seen this routine when he was meeting with clients plenty of times and you found his intimidation tactic predictable. 
“With all due respect, Mr.Kim,” you pushed back, your voice icy and sacherine, “One of your men is bleeding. I ask that you use some common sense and let me tend to him so he doesn’t lose his arm to infection.” You knew the infection was unlikely, but not impossible especially if Jungkook was going to be spending time on a construction site.
Namjoon’s jaw clenched but his eyes danced with amusement, “It’s in your best interest to stay out of gang affairs, maybe we should get V to take you home.” He responded to you in a threatening, but overly polite tone. 
The others were silent as they watched in awe. They have seen RM play countless roles and countless games as their leader. But this exchange between the two of you, you were inventing a new game entirely. 
“Actually, considering you pay me for my services it’s in my best interests to change Jungkook’s bandages right away. V, you could hang around and take me home when we're done. That would be lovely.” You cooed peeking at the uniformed man over RM’s shoulder. 
RM glared and you smiled sweetly before turning your back to him and looking at Jungkook, “Can we go to your room maybe?” You asked him. 
Jungkook stood rigid and wide eyed glancing between you and RM for orders. 
“She makes a valid point, lemon square,” Jin said, stepping forward to rub Namjoon’s shoulders and leaving a peck on his shoulder to ease the tension. 
You had to fight the corners of your mouth from curling up at the nickname as you dared to glance at RM. You knew about he and Jin’s habit of calling eachother pastry names as patnames, and you were thankful for Jin choosing such an outlandish one to help break the intensity of the moment.
“Be quick,” Namjoon growled. 
And again, you fought back a smile as you followed Jungkook out the room in victory.
A few minutes later, you were settling into Jungkook's room. Taking in the intensive first aid kit Jin found ‘laying around’ the spare bathroom.
“I can’t believe you talked to Namjoon like that,” Jungkook laughed as you made your way to the connecting bathroom to wash your hands. 
“C’mon, he’s all bark and no bite,” you said with an easy smile and Jungkook scoffed.
“That's not true at all,”
“I’m the local doctor and I owe Namjoon money, he’s not going to hurt me when I’m an investment,” you assured him, but your confidence faltered as you saw Jungkook’s face fall.“He wouldn't kill me right?” you asked, making your way out the bathroom suddenly unsure of yourself. 
“No, no he couldn't, you're on the no harm list!” Jungkook assured, taking a seat on the bed, “but I mean he could make your life a living hell. Just don’t get too comfortable around him.” He added as an afterthought. 
“Is that how you feel about him too?” You ask quietly as you riffle through a kit you were fairly certain was stolen from an EMT., “Like you’re never comfortable around him?” You looked at him hesitantly, wondering if you were pushing a little too much. 
“Nah, well..” Jungkook sighed, “Namjoon and Jin, they practically raised me since I was a middle schooler. I’m comfortable with him because he made me into the man I am today. I owe him everything. But I respect him. He’s our leader. Love and fear go hand and hand don’t they?” 
And you realized you never found out how Jungkook ended up joining BTS. 
You paused a moment, laying out a thin paper sheet and placing the topical and numbing creams on a tongue compressor  “I couldn’t imagine having to balance that with a parent. But how did you end up in BTS?” You asked curiously. 
Jungkook smirked, “That’s a story for another day.”
You rolled your eyes but nodded, “Okay, well, then do you want to tell me how you hurt your arm?” You asked as you reached for the bandage. 
Jungkooks face fell as you reached for the bandage, “You don’t remember last night?” He asked carefully. 
You gave a small, but sad smile as you moved to push his sleeve out the way, “Not everything, I mean I’ve been filled in but Jimin said it might take a few days to remember everything between the gas and the… trauma of the night I guess.” You mumbled. 
“I was shot last night,” Jungkook explained and he watched your hands stutter in shock, clenching his shirt sleeve before forcing yourself to release and bring your hands to the side. 
“Fuck,” you hissed under your breath. 
“You tried to treat me last night, but you were so hysterical... I ended up having Jimin wrap it for me.”
You squeezed your eyes shut as the memory came for you, kneeling on the floor next to him crying and frantic as blood poured out his arm. Jungkook was stoic as he watched you try to blot away the blood with cocktail napkins to get a clear view of the wound. 
“Stop” you hissed at the memory, taking a step back from Jungkook.
He called your name, shocked, as he watched you run your hands through your hair clearly distressed. Jungkook moved to get up from the bed and you put your hand out to stop him. 
“Don’t move.” You ordered. 
“Y/N, are you okay?” He asked and you wanted to laugh at the question. Laugh at the level of unprofessional you were being right now. 
“I’m fine, don't ask me that.” You snapped. His eyes were wide and you saw the hurt in his expression and you groaned in frustration. 
You needed to get yourself together, you needed to treat him, you needed to be okay so you could help your friend who was literally bleeding. 
“I need to wash my hands.” You announced making your way to his bathroom once again. Both of you ignored the fact that you already washed your hands. 
Once the door was closed you took a deep breath before turning on the sink and pumping an excessive amount of soap in your hands and scrubbing furiously. 
You can not control the way you acted last night. You tell yourself. 
Nothing was expected of you. You were intoxicated, and your actions do not reflect your character. 
You repeated the affirmations in your head like a montra as you took in your appearance in the mirror. Your hair was a mess, and you looked about as good as you felt, your eyes betrayed every emotion and insecurity raging through you. 
You sucked in a deep breath, closing your eyes and pulling the hair tie off your wrist. You pulled your hair back in a high ponytail despite the way your pounding head protested, and you made a list. 
The objective: a patient has been shot. 
The goal: remove a bullet if necessary, clean it and wrap the wound. 
And god you hope the bullet was still in his arm, you were horrified by the thought of Jimin trying to remove it on sight, the damage that might have been done to his tissue and the risk of infection. 
You nodded to yourself listing off the process like a to-do list as you worked to ground yourself.
Jungkook could see the change in your eyes when you opened the door to his room. Everything from your expression to the way you held yourself shifted in those two minutes you had to reel yourself in. And despite the fact that you were still dressed in Taehyung's rumpled clothes, you held yourself with a sense of authority and purpose. 
When you looked at him Jungkook felt like you weren’t looking at your friend but at a problem to be solved. 
“Is the bullet still in your arm?” You asked as you walked over to him. 
“No, it was a clean shot, it went completely through,” Jungkook answered,his voice equally serious. 
“You’re certain?”
“Yeah, Jimin kept it, it’s probably in his pocket still if you wanna see it,” Jungkook prompted with a smile. 
You cracked a grin as well, “Gross.”
You moved to unwrap his dressing again, but sighed as you moved to push back the sleeve, “Do you mind taking your shirt off?” You asked. 
And Jungkook smiled a little too smug, “Not at all doc,” he assured as he first removed the fabric from his uninjured arm and head, then carefully sliding it off his injured arm. 
“You have high mobility, which is probably why it’s bleeding so much, how's the pain?” You asked. 
Jungkook frowned, a little disappointed by the lack of attention you paid to the uninjured parts of his body as you moved to unwrap his dressing. 
“I have a high pain tolerance,” he said with a shrug. 
You rolled your eyes and ignored the tough boy act. Finally, you unravel the last of the dressing and revealed the injury and as expected, it was bleeding a good bit. 
You moved quickly to grab a rag covered in disinfectant and pressed it against the wound. 
Jungkook flinched, hissing a breath through his teeth at the sting, “So what's the verdict doc? Can I keep it?” He asked, trying to keep his voice even. 
“I think I might be able to save it,” you said with a smirk, “Here hold this.” you said pressing his other hand to the rag. You reached for a blue strip of elastic moving to tie it around his upper arm to help slow the bleeding. Jungkooks face flinched in discomfort at the added pressure. 
“You’ll be a fine, tough guy,” you said with a smirk reaching to take the towel from him, blotting slightly. You pulled the rag to glance at the wound, “Wow, you weren't lying when you said it was a clean shot.” You laughed as you inspected the injury, it wasn’t even a clean shot but more of a graze. 
The surface of the skin was broken on the outer bicep. It was deep and there were clear signs of a burn on the outer edges that will make the healing and scarring a bit more complicated. But the injury wasn’t as invasive as you were prepared to face. 
“What's so funny?'' He asked. 
“It’s just a graze, only you would be this lucky,” you scoffed. 
“What does that mean?” he asked with a smile.
“It means I don’t even need to give you stitches,” you explained, moving to poke the area around the wound. 
“Well don't look so disappointed,” Jungkook said and you couldn’t help but laugh. He always made you laugh and feel comfortable. He eased the tension between the two of you so easily. 
“I am a little bit, I have a pretty good stitch technique. I did needlepoint when I was young.” you teased with a smile before moving to apply the disinfectant cream and taping the skin together.
You whispered small encouragements to him as he resisted squirming too much. 
“That should be the worst of it,” you assured before grabbing the gauze to begin wrapping.
You first wrapped a soft sanitary bandage around the arm a few times tightly to keep the bleeding from seeping like it did last time. Then you began wrapping the netted gauze Jimin used the night before to keep everything secured.
Jungkook watched with a quiet smile as you continued your work, “Ya know, this kind of reminds me of the night we met.” he said softly. 
“Yeah?” You smiled at the memory. 
You sat in silence for a second, the two of you reminiscing quietly over that night and all that's changed since then. You finished wrapping and secured the dressing with two pieces of medical tape. 
You looked up at him with a smile when you noticed Jungkook's expression shifted, a deep, tormented sadness clouding over his eyes and it made your heart ache. You open your mouth to ask what's wrong but he spoke first sensing your concern. 
“Do you ever regret it?” he whispered, his voice thick. 
“Saving me that night,” he clarified. 
You looked at him wide eyed and a little confused, before you let a rueful smile cross your face, “I thought I just distracted them so you could get the upper hand.” You teased quoting his claim from so long ago. 
“I’m serious, Y/N,” Jungkook sighed, pulling his arm out of your grip. 
“I don’t regret a thing.” You answered like it was a simple fact. Because despite how complex life has gotten since then, that part was as simple as breathing. 
“How? Your life has changed so much.” Jungkook pushed, his breathing beginning to shallow, “You’re in constant danger because of me, what if something happened to you... it would be my fault.” 
You saw the tears well up in his eyes as he looked away from you. 
“Jungkook,” you prompted, but he refused to look at you as a hot tear rolled down his cheek. “Jungkook,” you demanded, grabbing his cheeks and turning his face to you. “I have never regretted saving you,” you breathed, “And, yeah, sometimes life gets dangerous around here but I chose to stay. I don’t want to walk away from you. From any of this.” You pushed desperately for him to understand. 
Jungkook shook his head, “I shouldn’t have let you get this close.”  
“That’s not your decision to make for me.” You insisted. “You might have opened the door to BTS, but I’m the one who walked in. I pushed myself further and further into your life. I want to be here!”
Jungkook was crying as you held his face. You felt his tears soaking your fingers and dripping underneath your palms. 
“You don’t understand,” Jungkook insisted. You could see the toll of his work and everything he went through last night start to catch up with him in this moment of vulnerability.
“No, you don’t.” You pushed “Do you regret saving me from Nox?” 
“Never,” he responded with so much confidence. 
“And I don’t regret saving you.” 
“Why did you stay?” He asked, looking at you through tearful eyes. 
And you could see it all suddenly, his insecurity and fears as you felt the weight of his question. His fear of losing the one person close to him that didn’t keep him around because he was a good sht and worked well under pressure. He didn’t know if you would still be at the Den when he got back this morning. He thought after what happened to you last night you would run. Hoseok hoped you would, and Jungkook was terrified by it. Your heart ached with the need to reassure him that you would never go.
“Because I-” you hesitated, unsure of yourself and surprised by the bold proclamation you almost made the truth behind it, “You make me so happy, Jungkook. No one has made it so easy,” 
“Nothing has been easy about your life since I came in it,” Jungkook scoffed, pulling away from your grip to wipe his cheeks, the tears finally stopping. 
“It has though. You've made it so easy to smile and laugh and be comfortable. You make it easier to wake up in the morning and go to work. You talk about me being in your world, but Jungkook, you’ve wormed your way into every corner of my world and you've made it better. I will never regret saving you that night. I’d do again countless times.” you were breathless when you were done with your rant. And too caught up in the moment you realized you were still standing between his legs, so close you could feel the warmth radiating off his skin and near yelling your confession in his face. 
The air hung heavy between you for a moment as Jungkook took in your words. He looked at you with galaxy filled eyes and reached his good arm up to trace your cheek softly. 
And finally, he kissed you. 
The heat of his mouth crashed into yours as he stood, so suddenly you almost lost your balance, but Jungkook pressed his hands against your back and held you tight to him.
You closed your eyes and returned his affections. 
You expected his kiss to be hungry and desperate, reflecting the way you felt the moment you sensed the heat radiate off his shirtless body, but after the initial moment the two of you collided he slowed down, deepening the kiss and savoring you. 
He was acutely aware of every tell tale sign of your pleasure as his hands traveled up your back and sides lingering any time he heard your breath catch. He was determined to make this the most pleasurable kiss you ever experienced, and you were determined to do the same. 
Your hands wandered from his toned chest to his shoulders, winding their way around his neck and into his thick curls, you gave a small tug and he let out a groan, so similar to that first night he taught you self defence. It was a sound that you replayed in your mind a shameful number of nights you were alone. 
Using his hair as your guide you tugged him closer to you before pulling his plump bottom lip in your mouth and biting it lightly between your teeth. He growled in approval, the sound so low you it felt vibrate through his chest. 
You moved to explore deeper in his mouth, and him smirked against your lips before pulling away.
“Not so fast,” he teased.
You were prepared to protest when he latched his lips onto your throat. The sensation pulled a mix of sighs and whimpers from you involuntarily. He smiled against your neck, lingering on the most sensitive spots as he made his way up to your ear, grazing his teeth against your ear lobe as he made a promise, “I’ve wanted this for a long time, and I intend to take my time with you.”
His hot breath made you shiver, and you were caught off guard as he fell back on the bed dragging you down with him. The med kit lurched and rattled as he settled you comfortably, straddling his lap before returning to your kiss. You let your hands wander his bare torso. 
Finally, Jungkook opened his mouth granting you access to him, but as you moved your tongue to explore further he was quick to take back control. 
Jungkook kissed you like he trained you to fight. Always faking you out to give you a false sense of an advantage before taking back control. And you kissed back with the same raw and undisciplined fury you so often unleashed on him in the training room. 
You pulled your bodies closer together, ready to take back the advantage and you both groaned in pleasure as your heat pressed against the growing bulge in his pants. His breath stuttered as you ground yourself onto him and he guided your hips in silent encouragement while his mouth made its way back down to pepper your throat with affection. 
A moan escaped your mouth and the sound went straight to Jungkook's cock before he heard his bedroom door creak open. 
You froze in Jungkooks hold but he wouldn't let you turn around, wouldn’t even take his mouth off your neck as he locked eyes with a shocked Jimin. 
Jimin regained his composure and smirked at Jungkook's dark stare. 
“Yeah, it looked like they’re still finishing up, it might be a few more minutes.” Jimin called over his shoulder as he retreated from the bedroom with a wink. 
“That did not just happen.” You giggled, mortified. 
“It did,” Jungkook sighed 
After Jimin’s interruption, Jungkook begrudgingly let you pull away from him. 
With a goofy smile on your face, you tried to give Jungkook directions on how to care for his arm. Telling him to call you if he needed help changing the dressing or felt any signs of a fever, and you would come right away. 
“Is that a promise?” Jungkook asked with a smirk. 
You could only blush in response before turning away to make your way to the living room where Tae was waiting for you at the end of the hall. 
“Princess,” Jungkook called, grabbing you before you got too far. 
You turned to him and felt the warm press of his soft lips against yours for one last kiss goodbye.
You rolled your eyes at him before turning back to meet a tight lipped Tae at the end of the hall. 
“Was wondering how long that would take.” Tae muttered as the two of you made your way to the garage. You could only blush in response, the same goofy smile on your face. 
Taehyung was not surprised when he saw you and Jungkook kiss. His younger brother had been harboring feelings for you for months, and it only took so long before anyone gave into his charm. 
He was not jealous of the two of you, either. Not in the way that he thought he would be. It actually made him a little happy to see the way both your faces split into bashful smiles, punch drunk on eachother. 
His relationship with you was confusing. He had known you for years but in these past months, you had become fast friends. He learned very quickly that he loved to mess with you and get a rise out of you as much as he did the other members. So he flirted and made sly comments and was delighted to find you bit back without hesitation. 
Over time perhaps, he could have felt more. But that was one thing budding relationships barely held out for. Time. 
Taehyung was not jealous of you and Jungkook being together. He was jealous of how easy you both made it seem when you leaned into each other snatching a quick kiss for the road. 
He was jealous of how easy you made it look to trust each other and not one bit of it blow up in your face and lead to disaster. He was jealous of how, despite your intentions being anything but, you both seemed so pure and untouched by the world. Rushing head first into the daunting dynamics of a relationship. 
Taehyung has known you for years. Almost as long as Hoseok, he dare say, though as your drug dealer, he never got as close to you as his brother did. 
But he watched and got to know you over time. He knew your vices, motives, and goals. And what more do you need to judge a person's character on.  
Based on the information he had gathered, he concluded you weren't that terrible of a girl. A dangerous force to be reckoned with, sure. But a far cry from the terrible people he kept company with. And yet, when you started to breach the inner circle of the gang after you saved Jungkook, he hated you. 
Hated that you would work at the bakery with Jin and Jimin. Hated that he didn't know what threats you would bring to his family and hated that you were on such a sacred list. 
He trusted you as far as he could throw you.  
Meanwhile, Jungkook and Hoseok were both ready to trust you with their lives. After two shifts, Jimin came home willing to do the same, absolutely delighted by you. 
Shouldn’t their judgment of character somehow affect his? 
If every person he trusts and loves is willing to let in this strange girl why wouldn’t he? Especially after you saved him from Officer Miller and comforted him after he broke down. He felt safe enough in your home to sleep in your bed while you stayed watch despite being unarmed and oblivious to the threats around you at the time. 
But despite all that, Taehyung doesn’t think he could ever let you in the way he saw Jungkook. He could never press his lips against yours and make you feel safe and loved and warm. 
His heart was hardened and his body was corrupt.
Taehyung wasn’t hurt that Jungkook had you. 
Taehyung only wondered if he would ever allow himself to have anyone. 
The drive back to the apartment was quite aside from the soft music playing on the radio. Taehyung's thoughts were swirling too quickly to make proper conversation, and he imagined yours were doing the same. 
“Be sure to get some rest this evening, the gas really takes its toll on people, trust me we’ve all gone through it.” Tae said, breaking the silence. 
You nodded not really knowing what else to say. Taehyung seemed tense, the officer uniform only making him look even more high strung. He kept his eyes pointed on the road, and any time you looked at him you saw his jaw clench. 
When you saw Taehyung at the end of the hall you had felt something in your stomach drop a bit. You may not remember everything from last night but you could recall the few minutes before the gas when you and Tae exchanged what you thought were harmless flirtations.
But something in his expression made you feel like you were a child about to be caught drawing on the walls. 
But surely he didn’t develop feelings for you? And you didn’t develop feelings for him.
Taehyung always seemed so much bigger than you and ten steps ahead of every game he played. While Jungkook had a spectrum he lived his life on. Around you he could be a college student, a budding gang leader, and a goofy friend you felt safe to confide in. But Taehyung was a spy and gangster to his core.  
Untouchable and impenetrable. 
You knew he never truly let you in beyond the day at the Orchard. And you breakthrough in you friendship with him had been a nothing but good timing. 
Some days when Tae was having one of his moods you didn’t know if the man actually cared for you beyond the life debt that he was obligated to. 
You always felt the small distance he kept between the two of you, and respected it. So why did his expression make you feel like you were doing something wrong? 
You told yourself he must be stressed about going into the police station after the run in with Officer Chad a few weeks ago. 
When you arrived, he took the time to walk you to your door, and the silence between you felt heavier with each step to your front door. 
“We have the area secured so you don’t have to worry about your safety when you're home alone,” Tae told you while you unlocked your door. 
You nodded, realizing you weren’t even concerned for your safety at your apartment before he mentioned something. You were still so naive sometimes. 
“Thank you..” You said quietly.
“And if you need anything please give someone a call. There no shame in not being able to spend the night alone.” He added and for as second, his tone seemed so concerned. It felt like he was a mother bird fussing over it’s chick.
“I’m not as fragile as you think.” You responded flatly. 
“I never thought you were. But when your memories come back the shock might too. Take care of yourself.” He pushed with a soft smile. 
You rolled your eyes but agreed to his orders. 
“And Ella?” he called for you as you unlocked the door, “I’m happy for you and Jungkook. You two deserve each other.” He said with a fond smile so genuine it caught you off guard before he turned and made his way back to the car. 
A/N: I’m so sorry i hate this ending ljahbefjlrbhe but it had to happen bc they FINALLY KISSED! it took over 100 THOUSANDS WORDS to build up to but i finally gave it to you. I hope you liked it??? shitty romace aside please stay tuned and believe me when i say this is the calm before the storm. Shit really starts to hit the fan soon. 
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