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ahundredtimesover · a day ago
Fight for You (05) | JJK
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Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader
Genre/Tags: bodyguard!jk x heiress!reader; angst, smut (18+)
Chapter Warnings (series warnings in the masterlist!): foul language, mentions of drugs, gangs, weapons, illegal acts, past bullying; scars, trauma, nightmares; jk is shirtless and big; sexual content (making out, straddling, dry humping, breast play, dirty talk, masturbation) (18+)
Chapter Word count: 12.3k
Series Summary: Working at a private security agency has its perks. The downside? Being the personal bodyguard of spoiled, rich heiresses like you. But there are things that Jungkook didn’t expect, like rejecting you, falling for you, and realizing what he’d been missing all along.
A/N: Thank you so much for simping over this JK with me! TY to the universe for blessing us with 091421 JK as well 😊 I’ve seen your feedback and messages and appreciate them all! And huge thank you to Ash @jimilter​ for this wonderful banner! 💞
Listen to: Dress by Taylor Swift
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Han-jae couldn’t decide who to take with him - you, or the man he was gonna hand you to. You’re told that’s what did him in, as the police eventually got to him with his last minute decision to take the man instead, probably because his gang would rather have one of their men back instead of you. 
You’re told that Han-jae owed them money because his family was deep in debt and he couldn’t pay for his drugs; that he planned to hand you over to them as his payment.
You’re told that Han-jae planned the party to be held in his cousin’s bar, that Namjoon was drugged, and all the building’s security were waived off so the man could lead you outside and then take you to their base.
You’re told that they found you crying as you held Jungkook, his blood on you indistinguishable from your burgundy dress, your voice lost as you sobbed and begged for him not to die; that you fainted when they wheeled him out in a stretcher as he bled out.
You’re told that the investigation is underway and that the main perpetrators are in custody; that your parents were advised to go into hiding first; even you can’t know where they are. 
But none of those matter, at least for now.
“How’s Jungkook?” 
Mrs. Hwang takes your hand from next to you, as she hasn’t left your side since you were taken to the hospital room to recover from the shock. 
“He’s healing, sweetie. He’s gonna be okay.”
“How bad was it?” You tremble.
“It’s a stomach wound, ___. He has some internal damage and he lost a lot of blood but like the doctor told us, he’s gonna be fine,” Mr. Sim says. 
“I’m so stupid,” you quiver, the guilt of what happened laying heavily on you. “This is all my fault. I shouldn’t have…”
The image of Jungkook’s anxious face right before you kissed the man flashes before you, thinking that if you hadn’t been angry, you would’ve let Jungkook stop you because you know he would’ve kept you from going outside. 
“Now, sweetie. It’s not your fault, okay? It was those men—“
The aggressive opening of the door stops Mrs. Hwang. 
It's the screams of your name that you hear as your best friends run to hug you, with Hoseok sobbing immediately and Yoongi silently crying while you hug them back, words not enough to express their worry and relief that you’re alive.
“It might be better for them to be with you for the first few days,” Namjoon says as he closes the door. “Let things settle down first but at least you’re all safe in one place.”
You cry some more as he approaches you with crestfallen eyes. 
“Are you okay?” You quiver.
Namjoon nods. “I’m so sorry, ___. I should’ve done better at protecting you.”
“It’s not your fault,” you croak, voice still hoarse from all the crying. 
“It isn’t yours, too, okay?” Namjoon says after a prolonged silence. “Nobody thinks so, especially Jungkook.”
Your eyes turn to him. “He… He said that?”
Namjoon nods. “When he woke up from surgery. He told me to tell you because he knows you’ll blame yourself, and he doesn’t want you to.”
“But I—“
“You were in danger, ___. And he chose to be there. For you.”
It’s a few days later when you’re able to visit Jungkook in his room, thankful that there are at least police officers standing guard outside. 
You slowly open the door and quietly make your way towards his sleeping form in the bed.
“You should be resting,” he says, eyes still closed, stopping you by surprise.
“How did you know it was me?” You ask in a whisper.
“Not to be creepy but I know the sound of your breathing, ___. And I… I thought I wouldn’t hear it again.”
Your imploring eyes turn towards his now open ones.
“The guy was ready to choke you... Han-jae had his gun on you,” Jungkook clarifies. 
“But I’m alive and you're the one who got shot.” You clench your jaw to keep yourself from breaking down, as the scene from that night plays in your head.
“And? It’s part of the job.”
You let his words hang in the air, the phrase a familiar and painful one yet this time, it’s said with such certainty, like it’s a given, like it’s okay.
“It could’ve been worse,” you whimper. “You could’ve died. How would I live with that?”
“You could’ve been hurt. You could’ve died. How would I live with that?” He turns to you with a tense expression on his face, surprising you both.
Your eyes soften and you feel like crying even harder, and as you’re about to ask why he was at the bar in the first place, the door opens.
“Ms. Lee, you shouldn’t be here, especially without security,” Mr. Han says, his cold look making you feel uneasy.
“No one’s gonna hurt me here, of all places,” you respond.
“I told you, anyone’s a threat. They could be someone you think you trust,” he says, and you don’t miss the way he suspiciously eyes Jungkook. 
“Do you seriously think Jungkook has something to do with what happened?” You raise your voice. “He saved me! Who knows what would’ve happened if he wasn’t there?”
“The question is, why was he?” Mr. Han asks accusingly. “He was relieved of his shift early. You’re not his assignment anymore. How did he know you were gonna be there? Why was he there?”
You turn to Jungkook curiously. 
The man in question releases a breath. “Your mother mentioned the party. And I went there because I was gonna apologize to you, okay?” 
“For what?” Mr. Han asks.
Jungkook plays with the hem of the blanket. “She had me replaced. And I got mad because…”
“He thought I was getting back at him. I kissed him when I was drunk and I shouldn’t have,” you lie. 
Mr. Han sighs in frustration at your confession.
“But the truth is, I had him replaced because I was ashamed of what I did, for crossing a line and I just couldn’t keep seeing him after that,” you admit. “It’s not like I could say that, though so I reasoned with you but I meant what I said - Jungkook’s too skilled for him to just be detailing me.”
The head of security weighs your explanation, his eyes flitting from Jungkook to you, as if deciding whether to believe you or not.
“Is that why there’s police outside?” You question.
“We can never be too sure. Han-jae had it all planned out. Who knows who else he roped in?” He huffs. “I just wondered why Jungkook was there when he shouldn’t have been.”
You sigh in relief, not wanting to imagine Jungkook being further accused of being an accomplice.
“But I’m glad he was,” the older man says, choosing to believe Jungkook’s story. “I… I can’t even imagine where you’d even be if he wasn’t. Now do you still think that you’re not in danger?”
You shake your head, feeling like a child being scolded.
“Please don’t tell my father about… that,” you stammer.
“I won’t. He’s got worse things to worry about other than your drunken mistake. He’s just gonna wonder why Jungkook was there so…” he turns to the man on the bed. “I sent you to the bar after your shift to relieve Namjoon because I needed him for something. You got that?”
Jungkook nods. 
“I’ll have our men guard him and I’ll add to your security detail,” Mr. Han tells you. “Stay here until they arrive. And both of you make sure that that doesn’t happen again.”
He glares at you. “I expected more from you, ___. No more drunken mistakes and childish acts.”
You nod apologetically and Mr. Han leaves you and Jungkook with a tension so thick, it’s almost suffocating. 
Jungkook was there to apologize and now, you don’t know what to do with this information.
“What were you sorry for?” You finally ask, teeth nibbling on your lips that they almost bleed. 
His eyes are focused on his fumbling fingers the way you are on yours.
“You know,” he huffs.
“No, I don’t,” you sigh.
“I overreacted, okay? I got angry right away without considering how it would’ve been like for you if I stayed as your bodyguard. I thought you were trying to… uhm.”
“I misread everything. That was on me,” you explain. “I put you in a precarious situation because I felt something and I thought you felt it, too and…”
You see him turn away, looking uncomfortable and you know it’s enough that he wanted to apologize; you don’t want him to feel weird again by bringing up how he rejected you.
“So I’m sorry for that,” you murmur.
“And for being so reckless…”
“And for not running but I couldn’t just leave—“
“Ms. Lee,” he says, earning him a scowl from you.
“Namjoon told me to get help but I didn’t follow his order. I went after you instead,” he admits, thinking back to that night when at the thought of you in danger, nothing else seemed to matter; all he knew was that he had to get to you.
“And then I heard you crying and I just…”
Wanted to comfort you. The words ring in his mind but Jungkook shakes his head instead.
“Jungkook, it’s not your fault,” you walk closer to him, wanting so badly to take his hand but you stop yourself before you fall into this again. You remind yourself that you can’t. 
“I’m not saying it is. I’m saying it’s not yours nor mine; it’s theirs,” he says with an angry tone this time. 
“But I should’ve handled it better. I know the protocol. I’m trained for that. I went there unarmed, with no help,  no back-up plan, and no escape route.”
Those men were hurting you and Jungkook saw red. He’s not like that. He’s better than that. It’s what he’s most frustrated and confused about - he lost all sense of rationality at the sight of you scared and crying. 
You let the silence linger. Knowing how Jungkook is, you can’t imagine how much he’s beating himself up over this.
“But I’m safe,” you affirm, gingerly taking a seat on the bed. “I was terrified and I thought I was gonna die but you came and made sure that I wouldn’t get hurt.”
You nudge him so he’d look up at you.
“And I know you’ll say it’s just a gunshot wound and it’s nothing and it’s part of your job but thank you, Jungkook. Thank you for saving my life.”
You smile, and it’s one he savors now, having been without it for so long. 
He puts his hand out for you to shake. “Truce?”
“We weren’t actually fighting but okay, truce,” you giggle, shaking his hand.
He smiles and this time, he doesn’t hold himself back.
“How are you holding up? Are you safe? Has anybody tried to contact you? Do you think you have enough security?”
More than the words, you savor the worried tone of your father’s voice over the phone. 
“I’m okay, father, don’t worry. Tell mother that, too,” you smile, hearing her questions of if you’ve taken your medicine and if you’ve gone to the therapist already. “I’ve just been home and working remotely for now. How about both of you?”
“We’re fine. We’ve been told that the Ims filed for bankruptcy months ago and have been engaging in fraudulent acts.”
“Maybe that’s why Han-jae’s been trying to get back with me,” you voice out. “He needed his hands on our money.”
Your father hums in agreement. “You were steadfast in turning Han-jae away. I’m glad you were. His debt to the gang was the last straw, I guess. He seemed like a good man.”
“He had this creepy way of cracking his neck. My ‘bad people’ radar went off like crazy,” you say.
“Well, let’s hope the investigation will be over soon. We can all go back to something similar to a normal life after,” he concludes. “We’ll let you know when we’re back.”
“Okay, take care, you two.”
It’s odd, talking to your parents like they’re actually your parents, and while you know that you can’t get any closer or more affectionate than that, you’ll take it. Maybe now they’ll realize that you’re all your family needs. 
You smile to yourself, thinking about how the past several days have been. You didn’t need to stay as long as you did in the hospital but there was something comforting about knowing that Jungkook was just a couple of doors away. 
Namjoon allowed you to go to Jungkook’s room once a day, the latter not minding your presence, nodding through your excuse that you just wanted to make sure that the medical staff were doing their job since your family’s paying them for premium care.
You made sure that he had everything he needed and that his recovery would be as smooth as possible. He moved to an apartment in an exclusive neighborhood for his safety, and he’s on leave with pay until he’s medically cleared to return to work.
Thankfully, the bullet didn’t completely damage his major organs. He’d been advised to just rest and eat healthily, and you can imagine him losing his shit over not being able to exercise and eat all the cup noodles he wants. 
It’s why since your discharge, you’ve been dropping by Jungkook’s place everyday for the past week, leaving groceries and home cooked meals on his doorstep. You didn’t want to impose but you also knew he wouldn’t ask for help, so you decided to not give him a choice. 
“Hey,” Namjoon calls out. “We’re ready to go.”
You take the bags of fruits and food and head to the car to secretly drop them off at Jungkook’s. It’s a little cloudy today and you want to get home before the rain starts to pour. 
Mr. Sim parks on the street across from the apartment and like always, you insist on dropping the items by yourself, not wanting to attract attention, although you make sure that Namjoon and Ju-wan, your other bodyguard, are watching closely. 
The thunder roars as you near the front door and as you turn around to leave, the door unlocks and you hear a low grumble.
“I should’ve known it was you,” Jungkook says. 
You face him and greet him with a shy smile, trying not to be fazed at the sight of him in a loose sleeveless top, his bulging arms gracing your eyes. “Hi, Jeon. I, uh… got you something.”
“What’s on the menu today?” He grins, picking up the bags. “I feel like I’ve eaten an entire restaurant already.”
“Good. Mrs. Hwang insists on giving you 3 servings per meal; she thinks it might make you gain your energy faster.”
“I have been feeling better. I mean, I better be, if I keep eating fruits and downing vitamin C like they’re candy, which, by the way, does taste like candy.”
“Always thought you needed more sweetness in your life,” you tease.
He holds your gaze and you don’t miss the way his smile falls a little. 
“You didn’t have to, though. You’ve done so much for me already.”
“Not enough,” you counter. “You wouldn’t even be here if it wasn’t for me.”
“We’re not doing this again, ___,” he furrows his brows, given that you’d had this conversation every time you visited his hospital room then.
“I already told you, you don’t owe me anything.”
“I just, uh…” You mumble , unsure if you want to say more, but the rain beats you to it and without any warning, it starts to pour. 
Having no roof over his entrance, Jungkook quickly pulls you inside his apartment, the door left open for you to signal to Namjoon, who’s opened his window, that you’re okay. 
“You’re gonna get sick,” Jungkook states.
“Nothing that a hot bath can’t fix,” you smile. “But here, let me help you fix up.”
“No, wait!” He warns, trying to pull you away but you’re quicker than he is, having no wound and all, and you’re in his living space before he can tell you to stop.
Only half of the dishes are washed. All the dried goods you’ve given are stacked on top of his dining table. He has a pyramid of clothes by the washer and those that seem clean are messily piled on the couch, like it’s some open closet. There’s something on top of something and you didn’t expect this, given that he once bragged that he’s a very clean and organized individual.
You turn to him and you’re met with an embarrassed Jungkook. 
“I’m still not able to properly move around so everything is half-assed, basically.” He chuckles to hide how ashamed he is that your family had given him this nice apartment and he hadn’t been cleaning it. And, well, because it’s your first time in his personal space and it doesn’t really leave a good impression, although he doesn’t know why that matters.
“Jeon, you could’ve asked for help,” you sigh. 
You hate thinking about him feeling helpless, getting frustrated that he’s unable to get basic things done.
“From who exactly?”
Truthfully, he doesn’t know. He talks to Jin everyday but the guy doesn’t have the resources to track his friend’s location because Jungkook is adamant not to let Jin near him until everything’s settled. He doesn't want his friend to be in danger; that’s another person he can’t bear to see hurt.
You turn to his kitchen sink and start washing the remaining dishes despite Jungkook’s pleas for you to stop. Not even his use of formalities on you is enough to keep you from helping him. 
It feels like it’s the most he’s said to you since you’ve met, as every movement you make prompts him to say that he can do it, that it’s okay, that he’ll be well soon and can go back to properly looking out for himself. But you continue, moving to the couch next.
“You’ve been on your own for so long, Jeon,” you look up at him as you fold his last piece of clothing. “It’s not a weakness to ask for help.”
“But… You’re literally my client, my boss’ daughter. I can’t… ask that of you.”
“Well, then I’m offering.”
The question hangs in the air. Why are you like this with him? Why are you adamant in helping, in making sure that he’s okay? 
Even before the incident, you’ve been trying to wedge yourself in his life to show that you care. And he doesn’t know why. Maybe he’s something different. Maybe he didn’t give you the attention you’re used to getting and that seemed like a challenge. But still, why? Why ask how his day is? Why ask his favorite food? Why insist on him trying to live normally? And now, why come to his house and help?
“I just don’t want you to feel alone because I know what that’s like and it’s not nice,” you say softly. “But I don’t want to cross a line again. I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.”
You look around the apartment, satisfied with how you helped clean up the place.
“If you don’t want me dropping off food and coming over to help you fix up, then tell me now. I can have one of my father’s men bring them to you instead and I can get a cleaner to come over every week.”
You’re a few feet away but you can see Jungkook’s breath hitch, trying to hide whatever emotion it is that he doesn’t want to show. 
He meets your eyes and you’re just about ready to put on a brave face at another rejection but he surprises you this time.
“You can come over and help whenever you want,” he mumbles.
You don’t question it and you don’t give him a chance to take it back. Your smile reaches your eyes and Jungkook’s breath hitches again.
“Good. I’ll see you tomorrow, then!”
“So, she hasn’t called?”
Jin raises his phone higher to capture the view of the gym before it opens, causing Jungkook to scowl at his friend, but he focuses on the question of the elder.
“No. I mean, we’ve gone on not talking for months so this isn’t new.”
“Jungkook. You got shot. You bled out. You could’ve died,” Jin drags the words. “And Soo-ah knows this. But she hasn’t called. She seems to call every time she wants some financial update from you. But you almost get murdered and she doesn’t even bother?”
“Wow, you really went for the jugular with that one, huh?” Jungkook chuckles in an effort to hide his disappointment at Soo-ah, supposedly the love of his life, for not bothering to check up on him. 
It was his first day in this new apartment and he was hit with a heavy feeling of sadness and loss. It felt similar to the way he felt when he first arrived in Seoul all those years ago - young, naive, completely lost, and completely alone. 
He called Soo-ah everyday for months then, her dulcet voice calming him down and encouraging him to keep going, reminding him of his dreams and goals for them and that he needed to work hard so he could achieve them. He didn’t feel lonely then, not when they talked most of the night and she laughed and sang, just like the old days.
So on his first day back from the hospital, he called her. There was no answer. He called again the next day, still no answer. It was on the third day when someone picked up the phone, Soo-ah’s older sister greeting him on the other end. Soo-ah has been busy, she says, but she can take a message and she’ll let her sister know.
“Just tell her I had an incident,” he’d said. He didn’t share the context, just that he was shot, he bled out, and he could’ve died. 
“I’ll tell her to call,” the sister said, but weeks have passed and Soo-ah still hasn’t. There was a text message some days ago: I heard what happened. Get better and get back out there. Stay safe. 
“That still doesn’t count,” Jin tells him. “It could be his sister for all we know.”
And Jungkook hates that he knows it isn’t her because Soo-ah doesn’t text that way. It’s too formal and too sharp, but for his peace of mind, he convinces himself that she still cares.
“Can we talk about the person who actually matters?” Jin prods. “How’s it going with Ms. Lee? Does she still visit everyday?”
It’s been 3 weeks since he caught you leaving him food at his doorstep and you insisting to do his neglected chores for him. You haven’t missed a day of visit ever since, even when you’d gone back to work. 
At first, it was just in the morning. A week later, you’d drop by in the afternoon or after office hours, too, bringing him dinner but never insisting on eating with him unless he offers, which he sometimes does. You just say you want to see him to make sure he’s okay before you head home. 
Jungkook doesn’t have the energy to argue and insist that you don’t have to because he knows this time, if he asks you to stop visiting, you actually will. You’ll still ensure he gets help, but you won’t show up if he asks you not to, and somehow that thought pains him more than his healing wound.
“She does,” Jungkook hums.
“And what?”
“What do you two do?” Jin inquires, shameless with his sultry tone.
“Not what you’re thinking of,” Jungkook laughs.
“I wasn’t thinking that… Although, you’re still injured so I understand the hesitation.”
“I’m gonna punch you real hard when I get back there, remember that,” Jungkook teases.
“I’m serious though. You used to say you couldn’t stand her. Don’t tell me an incident where you’re both put in harm’s way was all you needed for you to realize she’s actually an angel and not a spoiled, rich brat and—“
“I already knew that,” Jungkook says before he could stop himself, earning him a chuckle from his friend. 
“And we, you know… clean up the house. She fills me in on what’s happening with the investigation, how her day was. We go to the nearby park since I need to walk around. She gives me business books to read so I don’t get bored when I’m alone and she teaches me stuff I want to learn about.”
“So all the domestic fluff, then?” Jin teases. 
Jungkook rolls his eyes but doesn’t deny it, not when he can’t help the smile that forms on his face at the thought of you and how you’ve both been spending your days together, an unintended consequence of almost getting killed.
“It’s been nice,” Jungkook muses. 
“Wow, who would’ve thought, huh? You’re actually falling for her.”
“It’s not like that. You know where my head’s at,” Jungkook insists. He still has his plans in place; they’ve just been set back, he tells himself.
“Yeah, but your heart’s somewhere else. There’s a difference.”
This morning’s cancelled meeting is what you needed to last through the day. Getting through the week feels like a marathon - there’s work, there’s the self-defense class that Jungkook convinced you to take, there’s the compliance with the investigation, then there’s Jungkook. 
The last bit is your favorite, of course, but you wouldn’t say it out loud, and no one from your friends and trusted caretakers would dare point it out, as if the rejection not too long ago has been collectively forgotten.
Mrs. Hwang whips up something new everyday because she knows you’re going to visit him. Mr. Sim knows to take you to Jungkook’s after work before you even tell him. Namjoon and Ju-wan know not to nag about detailing you when you’re at the apartment. Yoongi and Hoseok don’t complain that you haven’t properly hung out with them for weeks. 
They all ask how Jungkook is and give you knowing smiles every time you spend 15 minutes straight narrating what you both did for the day. 
Half of them are chores, and it took multiple friendly arguments before he let you do the work as much as you do. You don’t tease him about the few times you’ve caught him smiling at you while you did his dishes or figured out how to use the ironing board because you don’t know how. 
The other half are a variety of other things. You walk to the park sometimes, a compromise since the doctor hasn’t given him clearance to exercise yet. You talk about your meetings and your orphanage visits, saying that Ina and the rest of the staff have been asking about him. 
He tells you about the action film and sports documentaries he’s watched after you insisted on sharing your Netflix account since he’s been so bored. 
You hide your giddiness around him whenever he talks. More than his low voice that you love hearing, it’s the casualness of your conversations that make your heart race every time, knowing he’s gotten more comfortable being around you. 
He no longer holds back - he talks more, laughs more, teases you more. His gaze is relaxed and open, a far cry from his piercing stare from before. 
He also asks you to test him on some business concepts and terms after you started lending him some of your books. The way he’d smile whenever he got the correct answer always did things to you. It’s so natural and tender, something you always just imagined but now get the pleasure of seeing on a daily basis. 
You’re on your way to him with his favorite iced coffee and pastries, which he’d slipped one time that he missed having, the mid-morning cool breeze adding to your cheerful disposition. 
“Hi,” you smile. “I got you your favorite.”
He returns with a grin and lets you in, the sight of you in the morning a welcome one, as he thinks it’s a good start to his otherwise monotonous day. 
You spot the gauze pad and ointments on the table and ask him if he’s dressing his wound just now, as you know he does it first thing in the morning and then at night. 
“Yeah, it’s taking me longer than usual,” he says, stating that the doctor who visits weekly reminded him to be more thorough this time after the wound got infected. 
“I can do it for you,” you offer, the implication of it dawning on you a second too late.
You don’t miss the slight tint on his cheeks as he nods in agreement and gestures for you to sit on the chair while he positions himself in front of it. He instructs you on what to do and you repeat everything, your eyes focused on his clothed torso until you slowly raise it and order him to hold it up.
You can’t help the gasp that escapes your lips.
“Sorry, I didn’t get to warn you that it’s kinda ugly,” he chuckles. “But I’ve never seen an okay-looking wound, so yeah.”
He’s a little shy. You can tell because even the tips of his ears are quite red. You’re not put-off by the wound; in fact, it wasn’t the first thing you noticed even if it quite literally was in front of you. 
With his shirt scrunched up, your eyes immediately trace his perfectly carved lower torso, the laceration tainting the blindingly smooth area of his abdomen. Even from the side, the ridges of his abs are unmissable.
“It’s not too bad,” you comment, trying to calm yourself.
You’re trying to clean and apply the ointment but his hands are shaking, causing the hem of his shirt to cover the wound. 
“Jeon, you’re shaking. Are you alright?”
“I self-diagnosed. It’s called a gym withdrawal.”
“Wow, so dramatic,” you say as you try to steady him while tending to his wound. “But seriously, is this normal?”
“The doctor said it’s a side effect,” he explains. With the wound being infected, he had to take additional medicines; it’s also why it’s taking longer to heal.
“I can just take my shirt off,” he says casually, causing your breath to hitch but you gesture him to go do it. 
He swiftly removes it with one hand, tossing it on the side and is now unable to look at you.
“Are you nervous?” You look up at him.
“Are you nervous?” He cocks an eyebrow, noticing the way you’re nibbling your lips.
“No… I’ve seen shirtless men before. They just….”
“Just what?”
“Just… aren’t built like this,” you stammer.
He laughs and he honestly thinks it’s pretty cute when you’re shy like this. You shamelessly flirted with him for months and he’d bet you’re probably enjoying this but you’re unable to look him in the eyes and that oddly makes his heart beat faster, especially as you return to the task at hand and gently apply the medicine and dress the wound. 
He already knows how soft your hands are - you’ve held them out countless of times for him to take, another one of your flirting attempts that he used to just brush off. But when those soft hands and delicate fingers graze against his stomach like this, it’s a different feeling. You’re careful and gentle; even with such a simple act, there’s still so much care.
You secure the gauze pad then look up at him, your eyelashes fluttering as you ask if it’s okay, which he answers with a nod. 
With him like this, in nothing but black cloth shorts, you get to appreciate him in a different way. 
You always knew he was built and toned - the screaming buttons and his arms bulging out and his then-daily workouts told you enough. But with his honey skin, his firm pecs, and defined torso, he’s absolutely gorgeous. 
Suddenly you’re shameless in staring at his muscular form and he’s taken to watching you watching him. It’s then that you notice the other scars - on his shoulder, his arms, the other side of his ribs. The one on his cheek. 
You stand and reach out, perfectly manicured fingers tracing ragged lines and odd-shaped scars.
“From where?” You whisper, as your hand grazes over the one on his arm.
“From bad people wanting my clients dead.”
You continue, curious about the story behind each one, if they’d left him fighting for his life in an alley the way he was trying to protect you. How much pain was he in, then? 
You peer at him, eyes focused on the one on his face, your fingers ghosting over the mark.
You’re so close to each other, you could feel him breathing. But he doesn’t back away. He remains, his unclothed body baring all his scars to you, and you stand there, wanting to know more. 
“I got into fights when I was younger,” he chuckles. “Thought I could take the older guys.”
“Why did they wanna hurt you?”
“They thought it was fun to pick on the kid without a mom and whose dad would forget to buy his son school shoes and uniforms,” he shrugs. “Some others wanted me to join their gang and I didn’t want to be part of it.”
He holds his breath as you finally trace his cheek, wondering how bad it was for it to still be there.
“I don’t like you being hurt,” you whisper. “I wish no one would ever do that to you again.”
You meet his eyes - there’s anxiousness mixed with trust and affection, and it’s one you’ve never seen before. 
The weather app lied. 
It said it was going to be only partly cloudy today so Jungkook said that he’d like to walk around when you asked what he wanted to do after you both cleaned up in the kitchen. You insisted on wandering farther into the park, spotting a gazebo you wanted to laze at to savor the Saturday air, which is where you both are, quietly listening to the sound of the rain crashing onto the ground.
Jungkook didn’t want to tell you he’d already been here and that he already covered his required walking hours for the week. He suggested heading outside because it was getting harder for him to breathe, stuck inside his medium-sized apartment with you. 
He’d been feeling much better and was alerted that the investigation had closed. He zoned out after Mr. Han told him that he—that you are safe. Jungkook messaged you that he’ll take charge of lunch in celebration, so you arrived at his apartment greeted with a premium version of his favorite instant ramen - eggs, kimchi, and spam all included - and a proud smile on his face. 
The way you looked at him - with the softest eyes and the sweetest smile already had his insides melting, but he completely lost it when you walked towards him and hugged him, your arms wrapped around his torso - careful not to touch his wound - and your head gently placed on his chest. He stood frozen until he heard your deep breaths and he gingerly wrapped his arms around your shoulder.
“___. It’s literally just ramen.”
You snorted and looked up at him and he’s seen enough to know you were close to crying but he didn’t comment on it. 
“It’s premium ramen, Jeon, and you made it for me.”
“Is everything okay?” He asked.
“Yeah,” you answered. “It’s just… I heard that the investigation has closed. My parents said there’s nothing to worry about and they even indirectly apologized for pushing me to all those men, especially Han-jae. And Mr. Han said there’s no other immediate threat to me, to you. And you just made food on your own and that means you’re getting better—“
“Hey, I’ve made sandwiches before,” he pouted.
You laughed then, causing more of his insides to melt.
“But I get you,” he continued. “It felt nice to hear about things being okay that’s why I, uh, decided to make something. It’s not much, really. I owe you and your entire family so much and I—“
“Jeon, you saved my life. I owe you so much. I know it’s your job but—“
“Job or not, I couldn’t let anybody hurt you,” he’d said. 
The tension escalated then, as you both looked at each other, clearly unsure how to proceed.
He spoke first and ordered you to eat and the rest of lunch was mostly consumed in silence, with you merely complimenting that it was really good. He didn’t miss the way your eyes focused on the food and shyly turned away the few times that you caught him looking at you, though. 
“You know what’s funny? I still remember the first time I asked you to have lunch with me and you said no.” You said playfully, already over the bitter rejection from that day. “And now, I can’t count how many meals we’ve shared.”
“Guess I needed to get shot for that,” he joked, causing you to scowl.
“Don’t make jokes like that.”
The way your face fell was immediate and he wanted nothing more than the smile on your face to return. He didn’t really know how, and it frustrated him even more when you proceeded to wash the dishes, complete with the scrubbing gloves you bought him that only you use, and he couldn’t help but smile, something he realized he does every time you clean up. 
Your eyebrows are scrunched whenever you do, and you put so much effort, bringing up the plate to your eyes to make sure there’s no grease left. It doesn’t suit you, Jungkook thought, but he always found it amusing that you try, that you show you’re capable of anything, even if it’s as simple as washing dishes. 
But as he watched you in your printed dress, mermaid bracelets dangling when you tried to move your hair off your face with your arm, he was hit with the thought that he wants to see you like this - in his home, doing the simplest things - as much as he can. And he doesn’t know how that could be with both of you being safe and him regaining his strength. 
He walked to you then and tucked your hair behind your ear, your imploring eyes behind your fluttering lashes and your parted soft lips making his heart do things it’s never done before.
He’s still thinking about all of that now - how it felt as you hugged him, how you looked at him with affection, how the lump on his throat formed at the thought that all this will be over soon. 
You’re clad in his jacket, the one he immediately put on you once it started to rain, knowing how you tend to get cold easily. You’ve had moments like this before, sitting together with no words spoken, but it’s different this time.
There’s comfort. There’s also a tinge of fear, of uneasiness, of worry.
Your phone ringing breaks the noise in Jungkook’s mind. He hears Namjoon say that they’ll wait for the rain to die down a bit before they can pick you up with their umbrellas. Your bodyguard reminds you of tonight’s ballet show that you’re attending, and you tell him that you won’t be going to the pre-show cocktail anymore.
“Still wary of being out for long?” Jungkook asks, noting how you haven’t been going to even half of the social events you’re invited to, even if you’re already allowed to.
“Surprisingly, my parents want me to keep a low profile. They don’t want the attention if it’s about the incident, which is what most people talk about now,” you shrug. “Plus, I was never really into those kinds of things.”
It sounds absurd, hence why you both laugh at the statement.
“Kinda hard to believe when I had to detail you to an event almost everyday before,” he retorts.
“Yeah, well, I had a role to play, a facade to put on,” you shrug. “Plus, it's tiring enough to be painted as the damsel in distress who doesn’t know shit and can’t fight for herself… what more now when that’s exactly what happened that night?”
“___, you know that’s not what happened.”
You wrap your arms around yourself, inhaling the fresh scent of Jungkook’s jacket mixed with your floral one, an attempt to comfort yourself.
“I’ve heard those things all my life, you know? And I just let them, as long as I knew they weren’t true. That’s why I managed to show up to those events and gatherings; at the end of the day, I could tell myself that I’m not some helpless and stupid, spoiled brat who can’t take care of herself.”
You look at him for more comfort.
“But that night, I was all of that. And it’s pretty embarrassing. I just need to reach that point where I’m confident in myself again.”
“I hope you do. I don’t like seeing you doubt yourself when you’re all kinds of good and brave,” he tells you. 
And you want nothing more than to be under the rain so it could mask the tears that are about to fall the more you return his gaze.
“I have bad nights,” you admit. “A lot more since the incident but that’s normal, I guess.”
“Is that why you called last night? I’m sorry I didn’t get to pick up; my evening medicines make me drowsy.”
“I figured. Or, well, I also just thought you found it weird that I was calling so late at night when we’re used to just texting each other.”
You’re right, Jungkook thinks. He knows you know that he’s not the calling type. He’s asked you to text him every time you get home from his place, and you both end up with small talk until someone falls asleep. But it was the first time you called at an ungodly hour. 
“Why did you call?”
There’s a beat of silence before you respond. “The nightmares are getting more vivid and sometimes they’re not even what actually happened. The doctor said it’s expected, as my mind processes more of what transpired but uh, it was just scary, especially since, uh…” 
You play with the sleeves of his jacket as you feel him shift and face you.
“What was different last night?” He asks.
“You were in my arms, looking back at me and you, uh, you were pressing your wound until your eyes closed and…” You shut your eyes. It doesn’t register immediately that Jungkook is holding your quivering hands.
“Your hand dropped to the ground and I just knew then that you died. You died in my arms and I… I woke up and had to call because I needed to hear your voice. I needed to know you were okay, that it was just a dream,” you stammer.
He moves forward and places your head on his chest. He caresses your arm as you stop yourself from crying, your bated breaths telling him that the scene still feels real, affecting you until now.
Perhaps it’s enough for you. You don’t need to tell him how you couldn’t go back to sleep. You didn’t want to bother him further so you just waited for him to message you in the morning, asking what time you were going to come, glad that his questions went from asking if you’d visit to what time you would. You stayed propped on your bed, knees to your chest as you cried and wished he was at least next to you - anything to assure you that he’s safe. 
The way you are in his arms at this moment hurts Jungkook. You’ve both mentioned having nightmares but you never talked about it, unsure how to proceed if things get tense. But he knows what it’s like. He’s had nightmares where he was too late, where the police didn’t come, where it was you who didn’t survive.
He cried then, too, not knowing how to calm himself down. 
“I was putting pressure on my wound,” he says after a while. “You had me in your arms then I heard the police arrive. I knew you were safe then. And you were the last thing I saw before I closed my eyes.”
You turn to him with tears falling down your face and for the first time, he’s glad he can be the one to wipe them off this time. He wishes he can do something about your quivering lips, too.
“Call me the next time you have that nightmare, okay? If I don’t pick up the first time, keep calling,” he tells you.
“I don’t want to disturb you. You’ll be back to work soon, you’ll need all the rest you can get.”
“I’ll probably be more restless thinking you’ll have more nights like that and you won’t call.”
His finger meets the tear that falls down your cheek again. “I’ll do whatever I need to to ease your worries, okay? Just give me a chance to.”
With the investigation closed, you finally got to see your parents and they asked to spend a few days in Jeju to relax and “re-strategize,” as your father put it. You complied, surprised they agreed to have Yoongi and Hoseok join you when you requested. 
You’re glad you could swim in the ocean again and get some moments of tranquility with your best friends. There’s peace in knowing that your parents, while still not affectionate the way you once wished they would be, are more open to your conditions of not engaging with the wealthy men they propose you consider. 
As it turns out, most of the men you dated were engaged in some shady act - fraud, drugs, prostitution. You took the chance to correct your mother’s assumptions and that you were the one who broke it off each time because something didn’t feel right. 
“We trust you,” she’d said, and it was the equivalent to the I love you that they never said, and you’ll take it any day.
It’s a week later since the day at the gazebo when you call. 
Maybe it was being away from Jungkook after so long. Maybe it was not being able to hear his voice. Maybe it was keeping his jacket that you didn’t want to wash so you could savor his scent more. Maybe it was needing to take a detour, which is why you ended up passing by the alley on the way home from the airport.
But regardless, it’s that nightmare again. You could feel Jungkook take his last breath and you wake up right after he does, leaving you a crying mess. 
You hesitate before you finally dial his number and he picks up after the second round of calls.
Hoarse voice and all, it doesn’t matter. You breathe a sigh of relief at the sound of him.
“I forced myself to wake up,” you say. “I’m glad it’s just a dream.”
“So am I,” he answers, immediately knowing the purpose of the call.
You feel him smile through the phone and you want nothing more than to be with him. You haven’t seen him in days.
“So… Do you want me to talk about the Team USA Dream Team or do you want me to give you a summary of each of the Fast and the Furious installments since you don’t want to watch it with me?” He laughs.
You laugh back, savoring the comfort between the both of you that you never thought you’d have.
“Actually, uhm… I was gonna ask if I could see you,” you stammer. 
You mistake his silence for hesitation and you quickly backtrack. “It’s too late, I’m sorry. I can see you in the morning and—“
“No— I mean,” he mumbles. “Yes, you can see me. I can go to you and—“
“Jeon, I’ll go to you. Is that okay?”
He smiles even if you don’t see. “Yeah, okay.”
Jungkook stumbles out of bed to put on a hoodie and brush his teeth. He’d finally fallen asleep after hours of trying to. He grumbled when his phone rang, but he quickly picked up once he realized he only gave you permission to call him at this hour. 
It’s 2AM and he knows he wouldn’t be able to sleep with you around, glad he has the next day to make up for it.
Outside, you exit the car and calm down an anxious Mr. Sim.
“Namjoon will scold me if he finds out,” he sighs.
“He won’t. Leave him to me,” you giggle. “He’ll understand.”
“Feel better, okay? I’ll pick you up first thing in the morning.”
You give him a hug and run to the front door, with Jungkook waving to your chauffeur at your request.
Jungkook leads you to the living room where a mattress is set up on the floor, with pillows and blankets spread out. He didn’t want to have you in his bed, worried of what that may insinuate. 
He doesn’t know what to expect. You only said you wanted to see him but he went ahead and prepared a whole sleeping area for you. 
His worries are somewhat allayed when you immediately take your spot on the cushion and smile at him, prompting him to take a seat across from you. 
“I tried to go back to sleep but I couldn’t,” you pout. “Are you having a hard time, too?” You ask, spotting the dark crescents under his eyes. 
“Sort of.” 
It’s odd, though. He’d been off his meds for more than a week but the past few days, he’s been having trouble sleeping.
“Maybe we could try…” Your tone is a questioning one, nervous that you might seem too straightforward and freak him out.
“It might help,” he says, gesturing for you to lie down and laying next to you after.
You’re both stiff as sticks, laying side-by-side in the quiet and you swear you could hear his heartbeat on pace with yours.
“I hope this isn’t weird,” you mutter.
“Well, I’ve had you passed out drunk in my arms. And you had me bleeding to death in yours so—“
You elbow his torso, glad that his wound is on the other side. 
“Fine, fine. I’m sorry for joking. But… I wasn’t really sure what you needed.”
“I did call and say I wanted to see you.”
“And I was the one who assumed and went ahead with a sleeping quarters on the floor, which… fuck why am I letting you sleep on the floor!” 
You pull him back down as he attempts to stand up and you laugh. 
“I like it here.” You’re still on your back, eyes roaming the ceiling. “I like it anywhere, as long as you’re there.”
He lets the words settle before he asks. “Why?”
“Because you make me feel safe, Jeon,” you start.
“And because you see me. You see me for me. And I know it didn’t start that way but it sure is now. And I see you, too,” you turn to him, the view of his jawline and bobbing Adam’s apple as he swallows hard and processes your words truly a sight to behold.
“You’re strong but deep down, you also know that you can’t go through all this on your own, even if you try to. You want— need someone, the way I do. I always felt like you could understand me, because I can understand you - to want to feel wanted, cared for, needed. To want to prove yourself. Like you’re worth it. Like you matter.”
You move closer to him and feel warmth overtake you when he raises his arm so you can snuggle him more. He gingerly rests his hand on your shoulder.
“And you matter, more than you know. You’re brave and smart and gentle and confident and driven and—“
“Careful, ___. My ego might not fit this place anymore,” he laughs, trying to mask the way you’re really making him feel.
“I mean it though.” Your arm slowly wraps around his torso and you lay comfortably on his chest. “You’re a great man, Jeon. Don’t ever let anybody tell you otherwise.”
“You’re quite the charmer, huh? And a persuasive one, too. I actually believe you,” he giggles.
“I have my ways,” you hum. 
You exhale deeply, a signal that you’re falling asleep and he lets your steadying breaths comfort him as well.
Much as he’d been worried since you called earlier, now he just feels at ease and content. You’re soft and warm against him, much like your words are, which are things no one has ever said to him, and he can imagine this being part of his every day.
He doesn’t remember the last time he felt this calmness, this excitement. His tender moments with Soo-ah are mere memories of over a decade ago and there’s not much to hang onto. Everything else with her since he left home had been promises he’d been trying to keep and shallow encouragement and subtle impatience from her. 
He knows now that he stopped being enough for her a long time ago, the feeling reminding him of how it was like with his father. Jungkook may have left home to try to be a better man, but he hasn’t gone back because they didn’t think that who he was, was worthy of admiration, of love.
But the pain from that realization is soothed by your presence next to him, with your steady heartbeat matching his, and your fingers gripping his side, as if your touch is enough to mend all the wounds he’d ignored and tried so hard to heal all on his own.
He can’t help but think that even before that night in the alley when he saved your life, even before he took you home as you were passed out drunk in his arms, you already knew all these things - his pain, his strength, his worth.
And with you here, cuddled next to him, there’s suddenly something more - a type of yearning and desire to be felt, to be known, to be touched. 
It’s nothing like the feeling with the women who’d taken him home before; nothing like the moaned out curses as he went down on them; nothing like the bated breaths and sweaty limbs as he thrusted in them to meet his high. They were merely warm bodies he used to meet his needs.
With you, it’s more than the carnal desire; there’s this longing to be wanted in all ways, to be felt and needed in ways he never thought he would. It’s been so long since he felt this way, it almost feels new. And given everything that’s happened, he wants nothing more than for you to feel the same way, too.
The soft knocks on the door stirs Jungkook awake. He opens his eyes and realizes he’s been in the same position the whole night - one arm under his head and another wrapped around you. You’re no different and he smiles at the thought that you probably had a good sleep.
He checks his phone and it’s almost 7. Barely 5 hours of sleep yet he feels it’s the best he’s had in a very long time. 
A familiar voice calls out your name and his, and he nudges you awake, a sinking feeling in his stomach at having to let this moment go. 
“Hey, ___. Mr. Sim is here. Get up before he gets worried.”
It doesn’t take long for you to sit up and open your eyes, but as you do, you find Jungkook smiling at you. It hits you that it’s morning and you don’t like yourself in the morning until after you’ve showered. 
You cover your face with your hands. “Oh my god, this is embarrassing.”
He laughs at you as he pries your hands open. “Hey, you’re still beautiful in the morning.”
You scowl at him for trying to flatter you, trying to mask how flustered you are. 
He admires your bare face - sleepy eyes, the tiniest of freckles sprinkled on your nose, and your pale, soft lips that he’s been thinking about more often than he cares to admit. You look so natural and so real. It’s a sight he doesn’t mind waking up to.
“I mean it. No need to be shy.”
“Just because you look good literally every single hour of the day, doesn’t mean everyone is,” you retort.
“Ahhh. So not only when I’m in uniform or when I’m shirtless in front of you, yeah?” He cocks an eyebrow, causing your face to heat up at the semi-provoked confession.
“Shut up,” you growl and head to the bathroom.
Jungkook laughs. He proceeds to greet and engage Mr. Sim in small talk until you’re ready to leave. 
“I have lunch out but I’ll drop by before I go to this art exhibition later, okay?”
“Okay,” he mouths and gestures for you to leave at the prodding of your chauffeur. “I’ll just be here.”
Jungkook does get some rest. Apparently, laying on the mattress where he’d just spent almost 5 hours with you cuddled on his side can help him fall asleep. He just imagines you next to him and there’s a sense of calm that he feels, like he feels light and free.
It’s not a hard feeling to miss or misinterpret. There’s something there, and the way you looked at him and held onto him lets him know that it isn’t a one-sided thing, especially when at lunchtime, you text him to say that you wish you were with him instead.
It’s mid-afternoon when you return to Jungkook’s apartment with a bag of rice cakes that he mentioned he hasn’t eaten in a while. 
“I passed them by on the way here,” you say, placing them on his dining table. “You can eat some for dinner.”
He watches you take them out and set them on the table. He walks over to you and ogles you clad in a skirt and blazer ensemble, pastel colors suiting you well.
You turn around and meet his gaze, the tenderness from this morning now replaced with a certain intensity, almost like desire in his eyes. 
“I didn’t get to return all the good things you said about me early this morning,” he starts. 
“Jeon, I didn’t say them for you to say something back. I just wanted you to know in case you didn’t.”
“I… It’s just different when someone else says it, I guess.” He sighs. “It’s kind of hard to build self-belief when you grow up without people who think that way about you.”
“I know. That’s why I told you.”
“That’s why I want to tell you, too.”
He walks towards you and the tension is palpable. He’s dressed in a black shirt and grey sweatpants, his slightly long, mussed hair covering half his eyes. He looks so comfortable like this and you want to be near him again, the thought of his firm chest against your head and those strong arms holding you close making your heart race.
“Everything about you is beautiful, ___.”
You playfully roll your eyes to mask your nervousness.
“I mean everything. Your heart that’s kind, befriending everyone because you want them to feel cared for.” He lifts your chin so you can return to looking at him.
“Your mind that's brilliant, picking up things that not everyone does, speaking truths instead of flowery words, making me want to know and learn more.”
He caresses your cheek and you savor his touch, wanting more of it each time.
“And this,” he whispers, cupping your face. “These eyes that see me, that I’m finding myself to be so weak for and these lips. Fuck, I want them on mine so bad.”
You still for a moment, unbelieving that this is happening, as you've wanted this since the moment you laid eyes on him, even more after cuddling with him last night and waking up next to him this morning.
You take his hands and place them on your waist then you pull his shirt to have him flushed against you, desperate to feel him. 
“Good, because I do too,” you mirror his smirk. 
You yelp when he tightens his grip on your waist to pull you even closer, his mouth crashing into yours and he moans as you pull his hair, with you losing yourself in the kiss you’ve only dreamed about. 
It becomes desperate soon enough, his tongue slipping in your mouth as you try to catch a breath and you shiver at the feel of him, his wet muscle entangling with yours so fervently as you suck on each other, the sting on your lips a good kind with the way he nips at them then licks and takes you in for another breathtaking kiss.
You pull his hair tighter as you gasp for air and he pulls away, an embarrassed look on his face at him getting carried away.
Caged against the table, your fingers wipe the dots of blood on his lip, evidence of how roughly you’ve been making out. You run your hands down his chest slowly to feel his hardened nipples, then one goes further down until you’re palming his length. 
You feel your underwear get wetter at the sheer size of him, even more because you can tell that there’s nothing else underneath those sweatpants.
Your eyes are on each other as you continue your movement, letting the tension engulf you both, somehow knowing that all the weeks of domestic and tender moments - and last night - have been leading up to this.
“Fuck, angel. Keep doing that and I’ll cum right here.”
You wet your lips at the pet name. “What if I want you to?”
“I don’t wanna make a mess for you… but you can,” he smirks. 
He holds your gaze as he pulls a nearby chair, sitting on it and lifting up your skirt to give you room to straddle his lap. He shifts you so that your cunt lays teasingly on top of his hard length, dragging you slightly to let you know what’s to come.
“Do you feel what you’re doing to me?” He growls.
With both your hands on his shoulders, you’re able to control the pace as you buck your hips against his, your mouth slightly parted at the intense pleasure. 
“Fuck, Jeon,” you moan.
“You like that, angel? Fuck, you look so good like this.”
He removes your blazer and you mindlessly toss it on the floor, uncaring as you get lost in this moment, Jungkook dirty talking to you as you get off on his clothed dick.
His mouth gravitates towards your neck, making open-mouthed kisses until they turn to sucking and licking.
You stop him but continue grinding. “Not there, I have somewhere to be.”
His gaze darkens as he pulls the strap of your sleeveless top down and he grunts at your strapless lace bra holding up your breasts that look just as smooth as he imagined. His mouth goes on attack mode, sucking on the supple flesh until he reveals your pert nipples, taking his time on one and swallowing them whole, eliciting the most erotic sounds from you.
“Fuck, like that,” you pant.
He pulls your bra farther down to reveal the entirety of your chest, alternating his assault on them, leaving you a whimpering mess. 
“Louder for me, angel. Let me get off to your pretty sounds.”
Your moans of his name get louder as he continues his movements, wanting him to know what he’s doing to you. It almost feels like you’re floating as he takes control of your body with how you move and the pleasure that you feel.
With his one hand on your right breast, flicking the nipple, and his other on your ass, pushing you harder on him as he pushes back so you could feel him even more, you feel a tight knot in your stomach and you know it’s just a matter of time. 
“I’m cumming, Jeon. Fuck, keep going.”
You’re shaking even more as the thrusts continue, and it’s the aggressive twirl of his tongue on your bud that does you in. You feel the wetness escape from you as if in one go and you mewl, mumbling curses as you ride out your high.
He holds you by the waist and smiles at you, as if he didn’t just give you a mind blowing orgasm without touching you. 
“You okay?” He asks, wiping the sheen of sweat on your forehead.
“Yeah, just….” You pant. “That was uh, good.”
“Just good?” He cocks an eyebrow.
“Kiss me again and I might change my answer.”
He laughs and pulls you close, flushed against his chest, your mouths melding together again, softly this time, as you both savor the taste of each other. 
You don’t mind that you soaked your underwear or that you want so badly to do more or that you’re getting addicted to him as each second passes. You’re kissing and nothing else matters. You want him like this, everyday if possible.
You pull away to breathe and he giggles as you pant. He lays your head in his chest and caresses your bare back, loving the softness of that, too.
You both stay like this for a while, fingers tracing patterns on each other’s skin, until your phone rings, the tone indicating that it’s Namjoon, perhaps to tell you that it’s time to go. 
You turn to him, fixing your clothes and you kiss his nose.
“Duty calls,” you pout.
“It’s okay. If you like, I can see you again tomorrow. No pressure though,” he teases. 
You roll your eyes at him then remember that he has a wound that’s still healing. You turn to his side and he eases your worry.
“Didn’t even feel a thing,” he smirks. 
“I like this side of you, Jeon,” you say as you get off his lap.
“I like this side of you, too.” He motions to the wet spot on his sweatpants, reminding you of how hard you came just minutes ago.
“Shut up!”
He laughs with you as he walks you to the door, fixing your hair and your blazer to make sure you look like you did coming here. He hugs you and you kiss his cheek, not wanting to let go. 
But you do and he watches you walk back to the car, his heart racing at the sight of your sweet smile bidding him goodbye. 
He almost can’t believe what happened. Did you really cum all over his clothed dick with just his mouth on your breasts? It sounds insane, considering how he once couldn’t stand you, his former client and the daughter of the wealthy man who’s currently employing him. He even rejected you, he reminds himself. 
But his hardened length is straining in his sweatpants and he knows it wasn’t a dream - you screamed his name; he felt your slick even with the barriers; you looked at him with those expressive eyes as if he was all that mattered. 
Your body shivered under his touch and your chest glimmered as his tongue trailed the flesh, marking you so that you don’t forget what happened. You were so sensitive, your sounds so hypnotizing. His mind goes to the view of you as you rode him - half-lidded eyes and parted lips, and it’s all he needs to rub one out and come all over his hand.
He knows he’s in deep trouble, but he also can’t wait to see you again, to do it again. To be with you again.
You got through the art exhibition smiling like an idiot, even if you couldn’t understand the pieces, even if some snotty rich person talked to you, even if the artist was narrating a serious moment of their life that inspired them to create. 
All you could think of was Jungkook and the way he felt against and on you. It sent a tingle down your spine when you recalled how deliciously hot he looked, swallowing your breasts and moaning into them the way he did, and how breathtakingly sexy his low voice was as he talked you through your act, his piercing gaze boring into you.
You were so giddy the rest of the night. The feel of him was inescapable, reminiscing the afternoon as you enjoyed a hot bath and prompting you to touch yourself before you slept. 
You excitedly walk to his front door the next day, iced coffees in hand, as Jungkook said he’ll be preparing breakfast this morning. As unpredictable as the weather has been, the rain pours right as you ring the doorbell, causing a worried looking Jungkook to quickly pull you inside.
“Shit, I should’ve picked you up from the car.”
“Don’t be silly, Jeon. I’m okay, nothing that a hot bath can’t fix.”
“Except I don’t have a bathtub, ___,” he deadpans. 
“A shower, then!”
“Fine. I’ll grab you a towel and you can wash up while I cook. That good?”
You nod and proceed, glad that the rain had only compromised your sweater and not your top. You call out to Jungkook that you’ll dress up in his room, walking to his closet to find a jacket that you’ll most likely keep to yourself until it loses his scent. 
There’s a maroon one at the bottom of the pile that he mentioned he’s outgrown, and you pull it out gently, smiling at the monochromatic sweatshirts, polos, and jackets inside. You retrieve the one you want but something falls on the floor as you do.
It’s a photo of a young Jungkook and a girl. They can’t be older than teenagers but they look happy, in love. You turn it over to find the words Jungkook and Soo-ah Forever written on the back. He’s never mentioned her, or any woman for that matter. It’s not that you expected he’ll open up but clearly, she means a lot to him. 
The thought of where she is - if she’s still around - plagues your mind as you stare at their smiling faces, removed of all the stress and worries of life. It’s just them and their little bubble of happiness.
The doorbell rings and you wonder who it could be, given that Jungkook didn’t mention having a visitor and that Namjoon would call if he needed to talk to you.
You gingerly walk to the living room, your heart sinking at the sight of the woman you’d just seen - the older version of the one in the picture you’re currently still holding.
“Kookie!” She says, hugging him tightly. “I’m so glad you’re okay. Has the wound healed? Are you back at work? Did the company pay you while you were recovering?”
“Soo-ah, what are you doing here?” Jungkook asks. There’s a mix of surprise and frustration in his voice.
“I came to check on you. I figured you wanted me to visit you after being shot.”
“I called for days after I got out of the hospital. You never picked up.”
“Well, I was on a work trip and couldn’t just leave,” she reasons. “Can I come in?”
“No. Look, it’s been months and—“
“Is she why you’re not letting me in?” The woman’s voice grows louder, and you see her eye you up and down, her glare intensifying as she takes in the jacket you’re wearing.
Jungkook turns to you like a deer caught in headlights as he spots the picture you’re holding. 
“___—,” he calls out.
“Oh, she has a name!” Soo-ah says. “I thought you don’t even ask the names of the girls you sleep with. Also, since when do you take them home?”
You’re rooted on the ground as you stare at Jungkook, feeling your heart break with every passing second that he stares back at you with a guilty look on his face. It’s like deja vu and the humiliation this time is even worse. 
You thought yesterday meant something. Turns out, you’re just another one of the girls meant to fulfill a carnal need and nothing more. 
Jungkook is too much in shock to know what to do. He’s paralyzed as he looks at your quivering lips and pained eyes, the ones that tell him just how badly he messed up.
Soo-ah breaks the silence. “Kookie, I came because I thought that since you saved that rich girl’s life, maybe they’ll give you a hefty sum and let you quit and you can come back home to me. The lot I want for our house is…”
The tears keep falling. You wipe them away but they don’t stop, and maybe you don’t want them to. Maybe you want Jungkook to see how much more he hurt you this time, want him to see you break in front of him, want him to feel helpless because there’s nothing he can do to ease your pain.
“___, this isn’t—“ Jungkook finally finds his voice but it doesn’t matter now.
You drop the photo and run out the door, past the woman who’s still talking about some house by the ocean, and towards your car where Mr. Sim greets you worriedly.
Jungkook runs after you, calling your name shakily, desperately, unable to process what just happened. He’s lost you before he even got to tell you how he really feels. 
So many times he’d had to watch you get hurt by the people you trusted, and here he is again. He’s never hated himself more. 
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parkdatjimin · 2 days ago
how to get away with kidnapping
Pairings: brother's best friend!jk x little sister!reader (ft. Vmin)
Genre: fluff, coming of age
Warnings: mentions of drugs, lil bit of grinding, they make out and Jungkook likes it a lot
Summary: you're tired of Jungkook seeing you as his best friend's little sister
Wc: 3.5K
a/n: repost alert! I hope this fic gets lots of love bc it has a special place in my heart.
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The best thing about having a best friend is seeing them find love and happiness, even if it leaves you alone for the weekend with nothing to do and no one to play Overwatch with.
In all honesty, Jungkook doesn't mind suffering for a few weekends so that Tae can spend time with his new boy toy. Jimin seems like a legit sweetheart and, if he's making Tae happy, then Jungkook is happy.
The clock strikes midnight and Jungkook decides it's a good time to pause his Harry Potter marathon to make his third single serving of popcorn. Thinking back, if he had actually eaten dinner, maybe he wouldn't be pigging out like this.
Fuck it, of course he would be.
Just as he presses play, his phone starts ringing, a least expected name appearing on his screen with a tempting green answer button floating underneath it.
He answers, unsure of why exactly you of all people would be calling him. The last time he got a call from you was several months ago when you requested his help in pranking your brother for his birthday. Since then it's been silently passing each other in the living room, the occasional meme spam over text, and avoiding sitting next to each other when he comes over for dinner because it makes your mother swoon and it's admittedly awkward. Not that he wouldn't be down for a closer relationship with you, but reality is you've never hinted at wanting anything more and he might be murdered by your ridiculously protective older brother, so Jungkook doesn't try.
"Hey, ___, what's up?"
You're practically frantic, although it appears you're trying failing to stay calm. "Have you heard from my brother? He's not answering his phone."
"Tae ditched for his date tonight. I can take a message if you want but I probably won't hear from him until tomorrow, same as you," Jungkook tells you, curious about why you're looking for your brother on a weekend--something you rarely do since starting university--but he's more so worried about you and your increasing levels of anxiety.
"I'm at a party..." you pause as if expecting him to fill in the extensive blanks you've left.
"Are you hurt?"
"I feel...sick."
He blinks, setting his popcorn aside and standing so he can pace the carpet. "Sick? Okay, like in your head or your stomach?"
You're silent for a minute, the only sound being a growing bass in the background affirming your earlier statement of being a party. The song choice is...not to Jungkook's taste but that's beside the point.
Your answer is a question which doesn't provide a whole lot of confidence, but Jungkook continues on nonetheless.
"Is there alcohol at that party? How much have you had to drink?"
"Just a little bit..." you admit quietly, voice small and seemingly innocent. You're cute.
"Did anyone give those drinks to you?" he asks.
There's a shifting on the other end, as if you're moving to another quieter location. "Just some guy. Why?"
"Don't you know you're not supposed to take drinks from strangers? Shit, just find a safe place to lay low and I'll come pick you up." He's already slipping on his shoes and grabbing the keys to his truck. "Where are you again?"
"57-2 Ok-dong, Nam-gu, Ulsan."
"Be there in twenty." He hangs up and starts driving, lowkey planning out how hard he's going to scold you when he gets there. Underage, inexperienced, innocent angel taking drinks from total strangers at a college party? He thought you knew better than that. Maybe you are still just a naive little girl.
But when he pulls up to the house and sees you running across the yard, arms crossed at your waist, cardigan pulled tight around your body with your head down and your hair blocking your eyes, all that frustration is out the window and replaced with a deafening desire to hug you and make sure you're okay.
He leans across the passenger seat and opens the door for you. "Get in." And you do, gladly.
His truck is tall thanks to the massive tires he recently purchased, so tall you have to take an extra step climbing in. But it's kinda nice that way. You feel powerful riding next to him like this, the front seat expanding like a bench across the middle console so there's plenty of room to scoot from side to side. It feels like you can bulldoze anything, do whatever you wanna do with no consequence. That extra spark of confidence comes from Jungkook's position behind the wheel. You know if you're in his capable hands, nothing bad can happen to you.
"You okay?" he asks first while quickly turning the corner.
You nod, sitting up a little straighter once the house is out of view. "Yeah, sorry for making you drive all the way down here."
"It's all good. I'm glad you called me."
And he is. Genuinely glad because who knows what could have happened had you waited for Taehyung to call you back or god forbid ask some sleazy senior to take you home. Being a senior himself not that long ago, he knows they're not all douchebags, but the ones that attend freshman parties are, not to mention they were probably the ones giving you drinks.
Jungkook glances at you a few times before speaking again. "So, how do you feel?"
"I thought you were sick?"
"I'm not sick."
"But you said--"
"You thought I was actually sick?" you giggle, scooting to the middle console to reach the air control and blast some refreshing AC on your cheeks. "Ah, that's better."
Jungkook knocks your shoulder.
With a sigh, you sit back and explain. "I just needed an excuse to leave. Too many sketchy guys and girls and all the drinks they offered me were obviously spiked. To be honest, I've only been to two other parties but this one freaked me out. I told my friend I needed to leave but they were too drunk to drive me back." You shrug. "So much for designated driver, huh?"
Jungkook can barely believe it. You were faking? He legitimately thought you were under the influence big time. Over the phone you sounded so weak and helpless but here you are recognizing a dangerous situation and getting yourself out of it like a boss. Of course, you used him to do it but he's not that upset.
"You haven't changed at all," he chuckles, rubbing his eyes tiredly. Now that the adrenaline is starting to leave his system, he's realizing how dark and warm it is in his truck. You're making it warmer sitting this close to him too. Tucking your legs underneath yourself, you lean against his shoulder and let out a big, contagious yawn.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It's not a bad thing," he assures you. "Remember when we were younger and you used to ask me to go with you places you were too scared to go by yourself? I didn't know why you were scared of the toy aisle but, I mean, I went anyway."
"Hey, those baby dolls could be real creepy, okay?"
"Most little girls liked them, you know."
"Yeah and they all grew up to be serial killers probably," you laugh along with him, reminiscent of when the two of you were only kids, playing hide and seek and chase--although you distinctly remember being the one doing all the chasing.
Jungkook shrugs, bouncing your head and it makes you feel like a kid again. "To be honest, I was kinda surprised when you told me you were at a party."
"Why?" you ask, lifting your head to eye his handsome profile glowing within the dark with each passing street light. "What's so shocking about me going to a party?"
"You were always the responsible little sister type. Remember how you used to call me 'brother kookie' all the time? You would look at me with those massive, pitiful eyes and ask me to play house, but like, all we did was pretend to cook and clean your Barbie mansion."
He could be imagining it, but did you just move away from him?
"Yeah, but that was a long time ago. I haven't called you that since I was six." You tuck your hair behind your ear and the motion catches Jungkook's eye so he has to look over at you for at least a split second. He doesn't get a good look because of the disappointing midnight darkness and you've lowered your head and turned away.
The air is thicker now despite the AC cooling the inside of the truck to a comfortable temperature. Your hair is being slightly blown and goosebumps race up your arms. Jungkook used to pride himself on being able to read your mind. He always knew where you'd hide during recess and what Disney movie was your favorite and what you wanted to eat before you even asked. But recently, he's faltered. You're not the same little girl you used to be. You grew up and things weren't supposed to get complicated, but he can't help but imagine how things might be if you knew how he looks at you now.
He clears his throat. "Either way, I'd hate for you to get into trouble because of some stupid seniors. You can always call me. What else are friends for--"
"Shut up."
The car halts at a red light, illuminating the inside of the truck in the harsh color. He can't tell if the cherry shade on your cheeks is from you or the traffic light. Your brows furrow to an unattractive point, pouty lips pairing with them to perfectly portray how sour your attitude has suddenly turned.
"Okay," he whispers, eyeing the space between you and him. "I'll shut up now."
And he does...until the light turns green. You didn't really want him to shut up completely. Just to shut up about that specific relationship dynamic. Dropping your shoulders, your head lands on his shoulder again.
"Did you wanna stop and get food somewhere? You said you're hungry. What do you want?"
"McDonald's," you answer without a care in the world, your lips turning up when his melodic laugh fills the vehicle and all of a sudden you're not so sour anymore. "What?"
"Nothing, just," he covers his mouth in an attempt to calm down but something must be seriously amusing to him, "fees like I should've known that's what you were gonna ask for."
You blush. Thank god for unevenly spaced streets lights to give you an extended period of darkness to hide in.
"Alright," Jungkook agrees, tapping the steering wheel to the beat of a familiar song, "McDonald's is it. Oh, I need to stop for gas first. Let's just stop right up here."
He pulls into the nearest gas station and parks beside the pump with practiced precision. It seems the large wheels on his truck don't have any effect on the accuracy of his driving. That's hot somehow.
"This won't take long," he promises while unbuckling.
"Yeah?" He looks over his shoulder, near inches from popping the handle on his door.
You've gripped your hands into fists in your lap, bottom lip trapped between your teeth while you muster the courage to say what you want to say.
"I don't want to be your little sister anymore."
As soon as the words leave your lips, Jungkook swallows. There are several ways he can translate this, but which one is the right way? Subtle light from the gas station canopy meant to help drivers see in the dark shines upon your features, the soft, somewhat poor lighting only making your delicate face look that much more mature...and nervous.
"To be honest, I haven't felt like your little sister in a long time."
Scooting closer until your shoulders press rough against each other, the mere proximity makes Jungkook's head spin. Not like you haven't been this close to him before, but if he thinks about it, you kind of haven't. Not like this anyway. Not wearing what you're wearing and looking at his lips the way you're looking right now.
"You don't want to be my little sister anymore?" he repeats, buying time to process. "O-Okay. I guess that's a good thing."
Your head drops into a cute tilt. "It is?"
"I mean, we aren't related, you know?"
"To be honest, I haven't looked at you like that in a long time. Like a little sister, I mean. But I'm not sure what I can do about it."
Your body angles itself towards him, breasts pressing against his side and hand sliding across his thigh. Your movements are slow but eager. It's clear to him what you're initiating here, just like it's clear to anyone who might peek through his windshield. It doesn't matter, Jungkook isn't about to stop you. Your hand on the inside of his leg sends goosebumps across his skin and makes his whole body shiver.
"You're my best friend's little sister, I mean, he would kill me if he found out that I liked you," he tries to remind himself of who you are but obviously it's not doing much because in the next moment he's got his hands gripping your waist and pulling you into his lap. "I thought you wouldn't be interested in your brother's nerdy friend."
"You thought wrong," you giggle, tracing your fingers up the sides of his neck and into his hair.
"I guess you haven't met all your brother's other nerdy friends." The deep chuckle in his throat is hot but not nearly as hot as the bulge in his pants pressing between your legs. When you test with a roll of your hips, his cheeks turn an adorable pink. "So, where do we go from here?"
"How about we start with this?"
The kiss is desperate, passionate, and you both realize long overdue. Jungkook can't believe the pressure he feels release from his chest when your mouth finally, finally overtakes his. He has to tilt his head back until it hits the headrest to accommodate for the height of you straddling his lap in his truck.
Holy fuck you're straddling his lap in his truck.
Your waist beneath his palms is so perfect and when he pinches it, you squirm a little and grip his hair to hang on. Everything about you is so soft except for the way you kiss him, something he's finding more and more attractive, the thought of such an innocent, sweet girl breaking the rules for him. The good girl being bad for only him.
It's so wrong but shit, it feels so right. He can't imagine anything else giving him the kind of adrenaline rush like you're giving him. With no other way to accurately express his lust for you, Jungkook spreads his thighs and pulls you closer until your clothed core is sitting directly over his hardening cock, warm and already damp.
Your tongues battle for superiority but Jungkook falls weak when hears you moan for the first time (hopefully not the last).
"Fuck, you sound pretty," he whispers to you between kisses, guiding your hand to feel him through his jeans, "touch me--"
Just as the beg request leaves his lips, his entire lap jumps, lifting you with it when his phone vibrates in his pocket, and your head hits the ceiling of his truck.
He can't as well not answer it, but with you chillin on his crotch, he really doesn't want to. What is he supposed to say? 'Sorry, I was making out with your younger sister. Hope that's cool.' With one hand still holding your waist, he swipes the green answer button and puts it on speaker.
"It's okay," you sigh, rubbing your head and digging his phone out before hesitantly showing him the screen. "It's my brother..."
"Hey bro, how's the fancy date?"
"Dude!" Taehyung's voice sounds loud and panicked on the other end, causing you both to flinch. "It's ___, she's been kidnapped!"
"Kidnapped?" Jungkook repeats, eyeing you hide a smile behind your hand, quietly smothering a giggle. He shushes you, trying to keep a laugh in himself. "Why do you think she was kidnapped?"
"She called me but I missed it, and when I called her back, she didn't answer. I went to the party she was at and her friend told me she left with some weird man in a truck. I'm freaking out, bro! What if she's hurt? There's no telling what he's planning to do to her or--oh god, what he's already done. Jungkook, we have to call the police!"
"Whoa whoa whoa, wait a second," Jungkook acts quickly once he hears Taehyung's alarmed state getting out of hand, "it was me. Dude, that was me. I picked her up in my truck."
Taehyung gasps, "You kidnapped my sister?!"
Your laugh escapes in beautiful echoes throughout the front seat. Surprisingly, Taehyung doesn't seem to notice, but god damn, Jungkook does and he feels himself falling for the sound of your laugh just as much as he does your smile.
"What? No I--" he sighs, unable to keep his eyes off you. "Yes, I kidnapped her. Alright? She's finally all mine! All those years of waiting and waiting and...she's finally...mine."
His lowkey confession to your kidnapping has your heart leaping within your chest. Bravely, you fall forward and place a kiss on his lips. If it was anyone else on the phone in any other situation, Jungkook would have gladly hung up and thrown his phone away, followed by his shirt and your supposed innocence, but there's a time and a place for all that later hopefully.
"What are you talking about?" Taehyung pants, out of breath from freaking out.
"Well, when you didn't answer, she called me, and I went to go get her. She's perfectly safe. Here, talk to her." He hands you the phone and lets you sit back onto the seat. "Take your time. I'll fill up the tank."
Now standing outside with the driver door shut and the phone off speaker, Jungkook can't make out exactly what you say, even if he was paying attention.
You kissed him. His head is still reeling.
How long have you wanted to do that? How much time have you two wasted silently avoiding each other or trying to convince your mom that you're just friends? Jungkook knows. Too long.
The price continues to rise as his truck fills with gasoline, enough to get you to the dorms and himself back home at least. want to come home with him? He slaps himself on the head for even thinking something like that. Even if you did, there's no way Taehyung is letting you out of his sight for the next week and a half after his panic attack tonight.
Maybe it'll be different this time considering Jungkook also likes the idea of getting in your heart. (Talk about Hallmark, that was so cheesy, I'm sorry.)
What is he supposed to do now that you know he likes you? He can't ignore his feelings anymore or pretend they're not real, especially since he's discovered you feel the same way. But that doesn't change who you are. His best friend's little sister.
What a fanfic trope. What a Hallmark moment.
Saying Taehyung would murder him in his sleep isn't too much of an exaggeration in Jungkook’s mind. He can't help but remember that time some guy from your class asked you out for coffee and Tae practically went berserk on the dude's ass. Jungkook is 90% sure you didn't like Yoongi anyway, but the fact remains that Taehyung isn't one to let people near his baby sister easily, especially people who want to get in her pants.
For now, he'll print his receipt and try to mentally prepare himself before climbing back behind the wheel.
"Everything okay?" he asks, starting the truck again while you buckle in.
You hand back his phone, the call ended. "Yeah, he's satisfied for now."
You spy his hands on the wheel and his foot on the gas but he's not driving. He hasn't even put the truck in drive yet, but his eyes are glued to the road like he's going a million kilometers per hour. You're about to ask if he's okay when he suddenly looks at you.
"Could I kidnap you again sometime, maybe next Friday? We could see a movie or something. Get food. Talk"
"Yeah," you reply softly, scooting closer so you can hold his arm. "I'd really like that."
You always thought his smile resembled something familiar, but it's not until this moment, when he breaks into the biggest, most precious smile you've ever seen that you recognize what it is.
He starts towards McDonald's, listening to you read off what movies are playing next Friday and thinking to himself two thoughts:
One. He's really excited to see where this goes.
Two. Taehyung is gonna kill him.
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hansolmates · a day ago
common law marriage | 07
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summary; you and jungkook do the thing you’ve been talking about since haru’s first birthday pairing; dilf!jk x best friend!reader (f) genre/warnings; fluff, angst, longing, pining, mc is a homebody, unrequited love (or is it?), potential idiots 2 lovers, best friends 2 lovers, mentions of sex, alcohol use, heaving flirting, profanity, a singular daddy joke (or 2) w/c; 2.3k a/n; hello hello! welcome to part 2 of day by day, which is definitely a very different turn from the first, must less angsty hehe. this is a 2 year time skip, so the dynamics of all the relationships have changed a lot, so if the development feels too fast this is why! friendly reminder that if you’re in the taglist, please make sure u have your tags on. enjoy!  [day by day masterpost]
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"You're doing everything without a label. This is literally a common law marriage." 
"Not true,” you hiss under your breath, pressing the phone smack against your cheek, “we don’t live together, and we’re not paying each other’s bills, and more importantly, we’re not in love.” 
“Right,” Yoongi whispers dramatically on the line, unconvinced. 
“I saw Jungkook drop off her lunch at work,” you hear Hoseok mutter on the other line, “that’s domestic as hell.” 
“Oh yeah, and did you see her Instagram story?” you roll your eyes, resting your head in your hands as you hear them speak as if they didn’t call you five minutes ago, “she literally took Haru to a ‘Mommy and Daughter Paint n’Sip’.” 
“There was a coupon!” you blurt, letting yourself out of the bathroom stall so you can wash your hands. 
“Uh huh,” Yoongi hums, and you can imagine him playing with his nails, staring blankly into the void, “and pray tell, what are you doing this week for Haru’s birthday?” 
Gritting your teeth, you bark, “I’m at Tokyo Disney.” 
“They’re totally playing house,” Hoseok cries, doubling over in laughter. “Who the fuck goes with their best friend and their family to Disney? Thirteen year old boys, and pretty single women  who are out for some Disney Daddy—” 
Promptly hanging up, you decide to splash your face to wake you up from the long ride. The cool, double-filtered water clears your eyes and washes the oil from your hectic morning. After drying with a spare washcloth in your backpack, you quickly take out your tinted lip balm, trying to add some life to your complexion. 
Your shoulders relax considerably as you get into the motions, spreading the soft pink balm over your lips. Smacking it a few times and nodding appreciatively at the strawberry scent, you take a deep breath and try to erase Yoongi and Hoseok’s call from your mind. 
It isn’t weird to go to Disney with the single father you’re in love with and his daughter, right? 
Three little knocks break you from your reverie, and you plaster a smile and open the bathroom door of your hotel room. 
“Auntie, are you okay?” 
Being called Auntie isn’t as cute as being called Mommy, but it’s for the best. As Haru got older, she recognized that you never slept over or kissed Jungkook like the way she saw other parents do whenever she went out. Jungkook told you it was a rough discussion, but it’s best to draw the line when she can comprehend, otherwise it would get too complicated. 
Your smile soon turns sappy and melty at the sight of Haru in her little outfit. She’s Minnie Mouse-themed today, due to her love of the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. Since it’s a chilly day, she’s wearing a light pink jacket with white polka dots, paired with a tulle skirt with pink tights underneath. The finishing touch is two matching Mickey and Minnie hair bows, tying off her nubby pigtails. 
“Sorry bub, were you waiting long? You got ready way faster than me, you’re so ready to meet Mickey and Minnie!” 
“And Elsa,” Haru adds pointedly. 
“And Elsa,” you smile, leading her over to sit on her bed. Easily grabbing her by the armpits you throw her on the pile of pillows on your unmade bed. She laughs, her bubbly laughter filling your hotel room as she burrows herself between the cream sheets. “Where’s daddy?” 
“Showering in gramma n’ grandpa’s room,” she supplies helpfully. Her speaking has gotten more concrete since turning three, which is mighty helpful when you need to know what she wants, “but daddy said you had fruit snacks in your backpack, so that’s why he let me in.” 
“Ah,” you nod, “you can go into the front pocket, bubby. Only one packet. You can watch television until daddy’s ready, okay? What do you wanna watch?” 
“There’s this really cute movie called The Parent Trap—” 
“You really don’t want to try something new—?” 
“Frozen 2?”  
Shaking your head, you queue up the movie on Disney+. Even Haru can’t escape the Frozen Fever. Jungkook and you have been trying to introduce her to new kinds of films, and while she’s enticed by many princesses and superheroes, nothing beats the Ice Queen. 
While Haru chews on her snacks and enjoys her movie, you make sure your backpack is filled with all the essentials. The baby wipes, hand sanitizer, water bottles, and pass cards are all in there. Most importantly, the autograph book you bought from the gift shop is there, paired with a fluffy purple pen. Haru can’t read yet, but you thought it would be nice to have the book started while she’s still young. Checking the time on your phone, you hope that you can hit the park early enough so the lines aren’t too long. 
“Good morning, what are my two favorite girls up to?” 
Jungkook steps into the hotel room, freshly showered and ready to go. Jungkook is subtly matching with his daughter in a simple grey sweater with a black Mickey fill-in and black jeans. He’s also come with libations, a pastel blue paper bag with sweet smelling pastries inside. He has two cups in his hand, liquid caffeine made just the way you like it. 
“Daddy, are we leaving?” Haru asks, lips red and sticky from the cherry flavored gummies. 
“In a second, baby. Auntie and I are just going to have our breakfast and then we’ll have fun,” Jungkook says, pulling up the coffee table to set up your little breakfast bar. Taking a plastic knife and setting up the paper bag like a plate, he splits a chocolate croissant between the two of you. 
“Where’s your parents?” you ask casually, popping a buttery piece of croissant in your mouth, “mhm, so flaky.” 
“Spa day,” Jungkook answers shortly, “besides, they wouldn’t want to keep up with us. Haru wants to get as many pictures as she can today with the characters.”  
Jungkook has been planning this trip for months. Your heart softens at the way he regards Haru’s wants and needs for this birthday vacation. After having a banger first birthday party (thanks to you, of course) the second birthday party was far more muted due to both Jungkook and Hana getting a terrible stomach flu. You and his parents stopped by with a small cake and a movie. 
That’s why Jungkook wants to go all out this year. He figured it would be more memorable to have a more intimate celebration, a big vacation with the closest of family members. 
“Isn’t it crazy?” Jungkook says quietly, and so soft that you almost thought he was speaking to himself, “two years ago we talked about going to Disney, and now we’re here. She’s growing up so fast. Life goes by so fast.” 
“So let’s enjoy it while we can,” you squeeze his shoulder, finishing up your food and getting ready to depart. 
Jungkook swipes Haru’s face with a fresh washcloth, and you get on her Minnie-bowed mary jane shoes. Haru can’t wait, jumping up and down on the elevator to pretend she’s floating in space. 
Before you can board the rail train, a hotel employee comes over with a fancy camera. “Family picture?” she asks sweetly. 
You hold up a hand and force a small, polite smile. “Ah, now’s not a good time—” 
“Would you also be able to take a picture with my phone?” Jungkook easily hands the photographer his black iPhone, and throws an arm around you. “C’mon, this will look great in the baby album.” 
Despite all your time with Jungkook, you still feel flushed whenever you’re put in a more than intimate situation. It’s more than physical, but a non-tangible block you always reach whenever people refer to you as a family. You can’t deny that it’s true, you’re an unconventional family. However, you can only imagine what it looks like in other people’s eyes, a picture-perfect young couple having the time of their lives with their beautiful daughter. 
“Pick me up, daddy! Pick me up!” 
Haru immediately climbs up Jungkook’s body, fitting herself between you two. You’re forced to hold up your hand to share half of her weight, as she doesn’t budge herself. Nudging her little cheeks, they press against each of yours like two warm marshmallows. 
“Do the thing Uncle Seokjin taught you,” Jungkook encourages lightly.
You smile when Haru’s hands make a mini heart, dead center between the three of you. Softening, you relax against the Jeon family.  
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Jungkook took his turn to use the bathroom after a couple hours of fun, and you told him to meet you and Haru at the carousel. 
You’re more than okay with standing around while Haru pretends she’s riding a dolphin. You sneakily take some candid pictures and take large gulps of water while Haru blows raspberries, pretending she’s underwater. It’s so cute, seeing how the simple things keep Haru so enthralled. When Jungkook didn’t return for the first ride, you immediately got back in line for a second ride.
Circle after circle, you finally notice Jungkook emerging from the nearby bathroom. The urge to wave and call out to Jungkook is on the tip of your tongue, and you almost signal to Haru if not for what Jungkook was doing. 
Or not doing, you’re unsure. 
It took a total of thirty seconds (or three slow, carousel rotations) for Jungkook to go to the neighboring popcorn stand and buy a bucket. He gets the one you’ve been looking at on Instagram, the Tangled one that lights up like the lanterns in the film. 
He only gets to walk two seconds in the direction of the carousel when he’s stopped by the next person in line. It’s a pretty woman in a lavender and pink sundress, blonde hair done in a flowered braid, presumably Disneybounding to be Rapunzel. 
Rotation one, it seems that the woman wants to address that she and Jungkook got matching popcorn buckets. She’s blushing, fair skin pulling pink as she points to his bucket. 
Rotation two, Jungkook is showing something on his hand, holding it up to the air and into the sun. The woman tilts her head, unsure. What kind of conversation is this? 
Rotation three, the woman is squeezing Jungkook’s bicep, attempting to flirt him into a stupor. Classic. 
You smoothly unbuckle Haru from her seatbelt, pulling her down from the light blue dolphin and walking her towards the exit. Instead of going straight to Jungkook however, you and Haru walk up towards one of the available maps, planning your next ride. 
Jungkook and you have gone on dates with other people. According to Jungkook’s mom, it’s sparingly and apparently none of the dates have gone as far as to reach an introduction to Haru. You don’t understand why, 
As for you, you’re terribly hung up on Jungkook and Haru. You don’t know if anyone would understand the desire for you to stay by Haru’s side despite not being an official parent. The small, selfish part of you is also content with being single forever, as long as you have  Jungkook’s friendship by your side. 
While Haru occupies herself with the magical glitter touchscreen of the park map, you turn your head to find Jungkook stepping away from the girl and gesture wildly to you. 
“See?” you hear Jungkook cry exasperatedly, “I told you I have a wife and daughter!”  
A wife and daughter? You look down at Haru, blissfully unaware of her father’s conundrum. Jungkook practically engulfs you, putting his arm around you and pulling you flush against his waist. You look over his body to see the woman who tried so hard to seduce Jungkook, shoulders slumped in defeat. If only she knew. 
“Jungkook,” you deadpan, “you’re a grown-ass man and you’re running away from a pretty woman?”
“Only because she didn’t take the hint,” Jungkook scoffs, practically stuffing his hand into Haru’s open popcorn bucket. It’s much to Haru’s displeasure, and you stifle your giggle as she cries out in horror when he stuffs a handful in his mouth. “Ugh, ‘sides. She wasn’t that pretty, you’re prettier.”  
“I feel a little bad for her,” you pout slightly, trying to tamp down the mirth you feel dancing in your heart. 
“Oh c’mon, the only girls I’m prioritizing this week are you and Haru,” he shakes his head, “and my mom, if she ever decides to leave the spa.” 
“Mm, is that so?” boldly, you sneak a hand up where Jungkook’s arm falls over your shoulder. Your fingers tingle and burn as you lace yours with Jungkook’s, continuing his little ruse flawlessly. “Then go ahead and treat us to some ice cream too, daddy.” You smirk teasingly, pointing your nose up in the air. 
Jungkook narrows his eyes, and his mouth curls into a tricky little grin that has you sweating a bit. You’re tiptoeing, you know. Three years down the line and you’ve gotten a lot bolder with your flirtation attempts. After all, you have nothing to lose. It’s either he subtly ignores you, or? 
“Careful with what you say, honey,” Jungkook’s voice deepens, or maybe it’s the illusion that it’s deepened because of how close he is to your ear, “our daughter could be listening.” 
Your breath hitches when you feel Jungkook’s fingers curl tighter around yours, a rough grip yet soft touch. Biting your lip, you keep your eyes on Jungkook, unable to look away. Is the pretty woman still staring at you, or is he enjoying playing Husband and Wife with you? If Haru was more inquisitive, you’d imagine the both of you would be in for an earful. 
“Gimmie my popcorn!” Haru thankfully squeals, jumping in between you in favor of getting her lantern carrier that’s swinging around Jungkook’s side.
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ksjshoulders · 20 hours ago
in which jk is your baby...
a/n: it's him ...... he <333 was weighing heavy on my mind and thus this was born
“Hey, hey, hey. Can you move that?”
“Move what?”
“The cup.” You’d been wanting to move it for a while, but it was just out of reach and you were lazy. You’d contemplated asking Jungkook like six times, but it was right in front of you and asking him to get up seemed too much of a diva move even for you. He was already up now, though.
“The straw’s throwing off my vision. Can’t get my eyes to focus right.”
He snorted, shaking his head lightly, backtracking a few steps to move the cup out of your field of vision.
“Thank you.” He hummed in response, about to continue his journey when a swell of emotions swept through your chest that had you calling back out to him. “Wait.”
He turned around, raising his eyebrows at you in question.
“Come here.” You beckoned him closer with your hand. As soon as he was within reach, you cupped his face and pressed your lips to his. You pulled back after a few seconds, wanting to try your hand at committing his face to memory. You gently swept the hair away from his eyes while bringing your other hand to the back of his neck. He was so handsome and so cute and so yours. He was your baby and you loved him so much.
He nudged his nose against yours. “You good?”
“Mhm.” He attempted to pull back at your assurance, but you kept him locked in place. “Wait. One more.” He obliged, kissing you once again and almost instantly you found yourself lost in him and the light pressure he was applying to your lips. So much so that you couldn’t help the whine that bubbled forth when instead of deepening the kiss as you tried to do, he slowed it down until he was finally free from you. “Kook, where are you going?” you stressed, tugging on his sleeve as he tried to exit again.
He breathed out an incredulous laugh. “I’ve been trying to go to the bathroom for the past five minutes.” You pouted, bottom lip protruding outwards before you had a chance to logically consider the situation. He swiped his thumb across it, tucking it back in, then pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll only be a minute, I promise.”
You nodded, finally releasing your grip on him. You could feel a pressure building in your chest, eyes beginning to sting. Your heart was burgeoning with an onslaught of feelings. You felt like the epicenter of a star. Admiration, infatuation, like, and respect, all swirling and fusing together to produce this sudden intense wave of love so strong you really thought you would die in his absence. The aftermath of your supernova was gonna be all over the living room.
It felt silly. You’d been side by side all day. You curled up on one end of the couch, him curled up on the other end having a Transformers marathon and now you were about to lose it because he needed to go to the bathroom. It wasn’t that serious. You rolled over, face planted in the couch cushions willing yourself to get a grip. You weren’t going to cry.
A hand on your back signaled his return. “Baby?” Goosebumps followed the path of his fingers along your spine. You sniffled, pushing the lump in your throat down, before sitting up coming face to face with him once again. He had a dumb little amused smile on his face because he knew you got like this sometimes. Knew you got overwhelmed with just how much you felt for him. But, he let you have it. Reveled in it really because his needy moments came much more frequently than yours did. He sat on your right side, pulled you into him, your face rested in his neck, and squeezed until you felt the knot in your chest loosen and you could breathe again. The skin on skin contact did wonders to help ground you, but you removed yourself when he started laying back. “What?”
You pouted. “I wanna hold you.”
Your boyfriend was blissfully pliant. His hands dropped from your body as he waited for you to lay back instead. They reattached themselves once he was sure you were settled comfortably, one arm wrapped around you and the other at your side toying with your fingers. His head nestled in between your boobs momentarily, kissing just before the swell of each one before turning his attention back to the movie playing on the tv.
You carded your hands through his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp, finally feeling at ease again. “Mmm,” he moaned out after a few minutes. “Feels so good. You’re gonna make me fall asleep.”
“You can,” you told him, stretching your neck forward and placing a kiss on top of his head.
“Mmkay.” He was already starting to lose consciousness. “Can you-“ he paused to yawn, “can you pause the movie? I still wanted to finish it.”
“Yeah. I’ll watch the Bernie Mac show until you wake up.”
“Thank you. Love you.”
You pressed another kiss to his head as his breathing evened out, soft snores beginning to fill the spaces the dialogue from the tv failed to reach, then sighed contentedly. “Love you too.”
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thatbangtanbloom · 16 hours ago
10,000 hours [teaser] ||| jjk
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10,000 hours
(unofficial sequel to night and morning, but can be read separately)
characters: jeon jungkook x reader
genre: idol!jungkook, army!reader (now girlfriend!reader)
categories: fluff, angst, smut
warnings: the softest jungkook you will ever witness; intense yearning for reader on jungkook's behalf jungkook is super whipped; established long distance relationship (for earlier parts), jungkook and reader FINALLY do the Do, the other members also meet reader for the first time!, jungkook gets a little jealous about members and reader's friendship, jungkook thinks about taking Next Steps, jungkook risking it ALL
Release Date: Sept 21
The moment she disappeared into Terminal 57 to Flight 787, Jungkook felt a gaping hole in his heart. An icy noose had sunk around his heart and clenched it tighter despite knowing that this was not the end for them. He was never one to delve into his own emotions, not one to cry unless he saw the pain his members or family experienced… but why was it so easy for him to feel a multitude of emotions with her leaving him? Had he discovered a new part of himself in his wake or had it been the slowing of his heartbeat that made him feel like their love meant for the ages was only to be enclosed in the pages in a storybook and not real life?
He could remember the feeling of her body pressed against hers as his lips etched themselves over every inch of her body; the way that she could make him melt like putty in her hands with just a raise of her brow or the curl of her lip. Jungkook was a goner for her and he knew it. Much to no surprise, when she returned back home after her study abroad in Korea ended, he crumbled.
Jungkook could still feel the ghost of her fingers on his back when she would give him a massage after a long day; the smell of her waffles welcoming him each morning and cut into adorable shapes (he liked the flowers and heart-shaped ones the most); or how she welcomed him home by pulling him by his shirt and giggling about how cute he was as his ears turned red and his lips became more pronounced. It really was Jungkook’s apartment and he practically begged her to stay, but he felt it was still very much their home.
He woke up frequently in a cold sweat from the images of her conjured in his head: the most intimate of positions where he was so unsure of where he ended and where she began. Like summer and autumn, the two of them swirled into one another without warning, and the breathy moans that bespoke of their love were all he could hear in his ears. To be put quite simply, Jungkook needed YN and he craved her desperately. The distance between them pained him despite the reassurance of love through the phone, the sweet gifts she managed to surprise him with, the letters of affection that he awoke to every so often was enough for him to know this was more than just temporary. The growth for her to be by his side grew with each passing day and he knew that he would do just about anything to have her in his arms. Even if it meant potentially giving it all up for her.
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I have gotten a lot of requests for a second part of night and morning and I'm excited to be unveiling it soon!
Don't be a silent reader!
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citrustan · a day ago
lovefool [drabble 2] (jjk)
Pairing: Jeon Jungkook × Reader
Genre: angst, fluff, smut
Summary: Your boyfriend’s pretty girl best friend keeps hogging up your alone time with him.
Word count: 1.6k
Note: This is part of the ‘lovefool’ (and chapter 2) au. This follows drabble 1 and doesn't really include 'yn' but Yuna and Jungkook talk about her. Also, you've been very patient with me and thanks for that lol
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Yuna wasn't having a good day so far. Her Depop clothing and jewellery store wasn't doing too well, she was having trouble finishing her assignments and catching up on the topics taught in class and there was a constant emotional cycle of disdain and apathy surrounding you (very hypocritical, she knows) in the back of her mind. You, in her thoughts, were like that itch under the skin that her fingers couldn’t scratch.
She felt like nothing in her life was planned well enough for her to follow through, it was almost as if nothing made sense. She was not welcoming towards changes.
She started her own online upcycle, thrift store because she felt the need to contribute to the world in some way. She thrift-ed clothes and fixed them up or elevated them and resold the freshly made items, she crafted cheap jewellery with recyclable materials to feel good about herself. Yet, her major had no connection to her current job and she has not the slightest clue about how it'd help her. Lucky for her, she wouldn't struggle financially because of her generous parents.
As cliché as it sounds, Yuna knew something was missing in her life.
Yuna has had a few boyfriends and consistent hook-ups before, but nobody filled that void as well as Jungkook could, even platonically. They grew up together, everyone (including Yuna) thought something romantic was bound to happen with the two friends. Since they never came remotely close to dating, Yuna paid it no mind. Well, not until recently.
In her mind, she believes she missed an opportunity to start something with Jungkook but it isn’t too late.
Does she find him attractive? Yes. Does he find her attractive? Yes. Do they get along? Yes. Do their families get along? Yes. Is them being romantically involved ultimately something that is anticipated by their friends and families? Yes, to that, too!
Finally deciding that she had to speak with Jungkook about these thoughts that bother her constantly, she texted him, only to find a message from him reading 'I need to come over rn.'
The wheels are turning in her head.
She's guessing he wanted to make jewellery with her like he does when he feels overwhelmed or just continue the TV show they started watching together. After responding with a ‘come right in, I need to talk too,’ her mind drifts off to the new addition to her circle, you.
You are a threat to her future (with Jungkook) but at the same time, you aren’t. Because she still plans to make a move on him. It’s messy because she knows this is as good as taking a leap of faith, even for her own feelings for Jungkook.
Everything is black or white for Yuna, she refuses to pay attention to detail. It’s either all or nothing.
You and Jungkook have been getting along awfully well and a little too fast at that, too. Nothing has happened between the two of you. Not yet. Maybe it would’ve if she had let Jungkook take you home yesterday. She reminds herself to thank Taehyung for indirectly aiding her. She’s positive you would’ve tried to sleep with him.
Speaking of Taehyung, she wonders why she didn’t feel the anxiety of being replaced with him. He’s just as close to her as Jungkook. She needs to figure a lot of details of her own emotions out by herself.
She doesn’t buy your whole shy act. Jungkook might have fallen right into your silly trap but she knows better. It’s pathetic how you can’t seem to hide your crush on her best friend from anyone. Or maybe you don’t want to hide it and you pretend to be this oblivious fool.
Yuna groans in frustration.
“Should I come back later?”
Jungkook was by her front door, taking his sneakers off and exchanging them for some house slippers.
“What the f- how’d you even get in?” Yuna rests her head in between her folded knees. She isn’t actually surprised. Jungkook has a key and frequents her apartment every now and then. He plops right next to her on the comfortable, leather couch and drapes his arm around her retracted, bent frame. “What do you mean how I got in? I practically live here plus you texted me it,” “Then why don’t you just move in and help me pay rent?” “You don’t even pay your own rent, Yu,” “That’s because I can’t afford it and need someone to split with me!”
“You’re a little brat,” Jungkook leans back on the seat. His innuendo wasn’t not on purpose. The two friends messed with each other like this regularly. It wasn’t anything new, yet, it made Yuna feel a tiny bit tingly.
“You wanted to talk?”
“Oh, yeah, I did.” He was now evidently nervous. His arm wasn’t around her shoulders anymore but now held a random Rubik’s cube he picked off of her coffee table. “Go on then. You now have my undivided attention.” She shuffles around and turns to face him. She noticed him trying to work his way around whatever he was thinking of. “JK, is there-” “_____.”
Yuna’s face fell almost instantly. You haunt her.
“_____?” “Yes, ___-” “Stop saying her name. What about _____?” She was impatient.
His lips formed a pout. “We’ve been texting a lot since last weekend, I even call her randomly, it’s like I almost know her entire schedule by now and it’s sudden but today she sent me this picture of a dog in a suit and we have the same sense of humour and IthinkIlikeher.”
It took Yuna a few seconds to wholly register his confession. Her first reaction was denial. She doesn’t even want to address the dog in a suit.
“Think again,” She negates. Surprised by her tone, he whines “I thought you’d encourage this,” “Why would you assume that?” “You like her, don’t you? You were the one who introduced me to her in the first place.”
His words made her pause and reflect on her original intention with you. She didn’t really have a motive of any kind, let alone an ulterior one. Yuna is friendly with almost every stranger. Well, strangers who don’t use her to get with her best friends. You visited the same café as Yuna and had light conversations about clothes and plants. A week after her last chat with you, she ran into you while grocery shopping with Jungkook and he was accidentally introduced to you. Following which, you had become a regular in her little circle.
“But you haven’t thought about anyone like that since- since forever. What made you want her?” “Specifically? She’s obviously objectively beautiful, but apart from that, _____ has this charm to her. I know you’ve noticed it too. I started talking to her about dad and we connected? I really want to try dating her.” She blinks. “So, you want a therapist?” Now, Jungkook dumbly stares at her.
“And, you don’t want to sleep with her?” “Oh, no, yeah, I definitely do.”
He scoffs, “But Yu, how often have I told you I was into someone?”
She ponders for a minute. He has never really shared any detail of his ‘relationships’ with her before. Well, not intentionally. “Why are you telling me this anyway? Do you want my permission or something? She isn’t even my friend,” “No, but you’re my friend. I need a little push in the right direction.” Right.
She laughs, “Gukie, I think your judgement of her is a bit rushed. Give it some more thought. Is it because _____ is charming or just that she’s a little different than the other girls you’ve, ya know, been with?” “It’s both.”
“Fine, then go to her,” “Why are you so nonchalant about this? Do you have something on her or something?” Jungkook asked, beginning to feel agitated. “I’m not nonchalant, I just told you what I feel,” “So, I shouldn’t tell her?” “I don’t think you should do it just yet, no.”
“But you just said I should,” “No, well now I’m telling you no.”
After a moment of silence, Yuna sits with her back upright, “Do you want to play Genshin Impact or-” “I was just going to go, actually,” “Oh? Don’t you have some time to spare before your guitar lessons?” “I do, I was just going to go over to…” “Taehyung?” “_____. I mean she invited me, kind of,” “What for?” “I mean she called me to this animal shelter near her place but I’m not sure if that’s like a code word for sex or something. I don’t think it is,” He rambled away. “Why’d you bother to talk to me if you already planned on doing it all with her? And stop thinking about sex twenty-four-seven!”
“Yuna, I didn’t plan shit. I came to you as a friend in need of some advice. I still- I am considering what you said.”
“You’re not going to tell her?” “Not really, no. And you’re right about it being too soon. That would probably scare her off,” “So, can you stay?” “Well, I made a commitment to her first,” “So? Ditch her. She’s not your girlfriend,” Yuna half-joked.
“Not yet.” Jungkook smiled, liking the sound of it. “I’ll stay for a bit and leave.”
Obviously, Yuna still had plenty of unresolved issues that she suppressed. She isn’t someone who can be very vocal about her personal feelings (ironically similar to you) and often puts on a façade. Even though she may not realise it, her thoughts are always written on her face. Jungkook immediately caught on the subtle drop in her mood when he brought you up but he really wants Yuna to feel comfortable enough with him to tell him about it herself rather than milking answers out of her. He loves his friends and is always patient with them.
For years, Jungkook’s friend group has stayed unaffected and unchanged. Sure, there have been many disagreements amongst them but it always works itself out. You are slowly making a place for yourself in their circle and he can’t wait to spend more time with you.
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ugotnojamzzz · 18 hours ago
Mistake Pt.2
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Word Count: 1.7k
Pairing: Idol!Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Angst, Hurt, ex!Jungkook
Synopsis: Jungkook hasn’t healed even months after his ex-girlfriend Y/N said ‘I do’ to another man. After one night of desperately trying to hold onto Y/N, will Jungkook get back the woman he loves, or was it all nothing but a mistake? (read part one to understand)
For a bit of context while I try and write what came before: Y/N is a successful singer songwriter although it’s not super relevant here. I guess you could imagine her to be American although it won’t be clearly stated, she has been really close friends with the other members, for several years especially Hoseok. She had a tumultuous yet terribly loving relationship with JK that ended on rather good terms (you’ll see in other chapters), but Jungkook was lightyears away from being ready to see her married to another man.
Disclaimer: English isn’t my native language, so I apologize in advance for mistakes and awkward wordings to come. Also, I guess this fic could be triggering for some because it’s kind of really sad and angsty.
Chapter soundtrack : He can only hold her – Amy Winehouse
Alright let’s get into this,
Y/N couldn’t seem to fall asleep. Instead, she just lay on her side, her wet eyes staring at the clock on the bedside table as every minute went by. One by one. The second the clock showed 5AM, she swiftly slipped out of Jungkook’s strong arms and got up, hissing at the sudden feeling of the cold air hitting her skin.
She turned around, only to feel a pang in her heart as she laid her eyes on his sleeping figure. He always looked like an angel when he was asleep, that hadn’t changed. She remembered, what felt like centuries ago, watching him sleep after intense nights like these, a smirk covering her face as she absent-mindedly brushed her fingertips across the purple marks on her collarbone, or the sensitive skin of her swollen nipples. He fell asleep first almost every time, but she’d never minded. Poor bunny was always exhausted.
How did everything get so messed up? Truth was, she knew exactly how, and you will too, but she didn’t have time to take a trip down memory lane as she took in the gravity of her current situation.
There she stood, naked, in the middle of Jungkook’s disheveled hotel room, her skin still covered in a thin layer of sweat, and cum slowly dripping down her thighs. Like so many times before. Yet this time there was no smile on her lips, and no stars in her eyes as she looked down at him. No. There was nothing but a big fat lump in her throat telling her just how much she’d fucked up.
She tip-toed to the bathroom and decided to spend a good 15 minutes in the shower, desperately trying to get rid of the smell of sex that engulfed her. Desperately trying to feel clean again. Thank God for 5-star water pressure, she thought. But all the water and soap in the world couldn’t have helped her scrub that sickening feeling of shame and disgust away.
She quickly dried herself and slipped her dress back on, before taking off in a whisper, heels in hand.
She avoided her reflection in the elevator, feeling bad enough already as it was. But as she walked through the hotel lobby, she felt everything crashing down on her and panic taking over. Yep, she was cracking, and she was cracking hard. With tears racing down her cheeks, she nervously pulled her phone out of her clutch and called the only person she could think of.
“Hobi,” she stammered in between sobs, “I think I really fucked up this time.”
She was back in her own hotel room, packing her suitcase after having had breakfast with her best friend. Actually, ‘having breakfast’ was a nice way to put it, since she had essentially spent all morning getting harshly lectured by Hoseok.
“Gee Y/N what the hell? How could you let that happen? I mean JK I get it, he has zero self-control when it comes to you but-
“I- I don’t know! He was crying, and he just- man, he looked at me with those fucking eyes of his, and- and I don’t know, it just- happened”
“Dude that is so fucked up, what’re you gonna do now huh? What about H/N?”
“I have no idea… God, I’m such a fucking piece of shit”
“Damn right you are”
Her thoughts were interrupted as she heard someone open the door to her hotel room.
“Sorry, you probably have the wrong room” she said, still focused on packing her things.
“It’s me,” she heard someone reply. And boy, she could’ve recognized this voice in a million.
“I looked for you this morning,” Jungkook said, stepping inside, “you were gone… What happened?
“You’re gonna have to grow some balls Y/N,” she remembered Hobi telling her earlier, “and lay them on the fucking table”
“What happened?” she replied curtly, “Jesus, I must have lost my edge if all it took for you to forget what happened was a few hours.”
“No, I- of course I remember that. Just-”
“What happened is,” she carried on, frantically stuffing clothes in her bag, “we’ve once again managed to mess everything up.”
“Now, come on,” he said calmly, reaching a hand out to her waist, “I didn’t really mean for it to happen this way but-”
“Don’t touch me” she spat, flinching away from him. Jungkook was speechless, this definitely wasn’t the reaction he’d expected. “I can’t believe it,” she continued, finally looking up to meet his gaze, “I mean, you don’t even have anything to say for yourself,” she shook her head.
“I- I want to be with the woman I love, I’m not gonna apologize for that!” Jungkook said, feeling frustration rising within him. Sure, last night wasn’t his most chivalrous moment, but come on, it does take two to tango.
“No. What happened last night had nothing to do with love,” she zipped her suitcase shut, “you just wanted to make sure you could still have me if you wanted to-”
“That’s not-”
“Well congratulations! You did have me. You proved your point,” she carried on, pushing past him and towards the door, suitcase in hand, “now I’m leaving.”
“No, wait hold on- I mean, we can figure it out, we can talk-” he stammered, grabbing the girl’s arm before she could walk out the door.
“I am married!” she snapped, turning around to meet his gaze once more. Jungkook froze at her words, “Yes, you may not have let me say it yesterday, but it doesn’t change the fact that I am! And I love my husband,” her shaky voice betrayed the fragility of the strong front she was trying to put up, but Jungkook hadn’t paid attention enough to notice. He’d taken a few steps back as soon as she’d mentioned her husband.
“Sure,” he scoffed, a bitter expression on his face, “so what was last night about then? You just happened to fall on my cock?”
She could immediately see red at the crude comment, but all she managed to do was hurl her wallet at his face in an enraged gesture. Which he of course dodged with ease.
“How dare you!” she yelled, “Yesterday? Y-You were a fucking mess, and you were crying, asking me for a favor and, and-
“Oh right, so it was a pity fuck then?” he cut Y/n off, his back facing her. He failed to notice her walls crumbling down as her eyes slowly filled with tears, “Well, I’m sorry you felt you just had to spread your legs to cheer me up but-”
“You really don’t get anything, do you?” he was surprised by the vulnerable tone of her voice, and turned around only to see her looking down at her feet, her bottom lip quivering, but she remained silent for a minute. “I owe you,” she breathed, “I owe you so much more than I could ever repay. You, you were there for me throughout the darkest, most- painful time of my life and…” she placed a hand on her chest with a pained frown, “and it kills me to know that now, you’re the one who’s in pain, that- that I am causing you pain…”
“Y/N…” he sighed, taking a step forward, guilt suddenly invading his chest.
“And last night?” she hesitated, trying to figure out what to say, “It was- it was great, like it always was, but-” she paused, picking up her wallet from the floor. It opened in her hand to reveal the two pictures she carried around at all times. One was a group photo of her and the boys at an amusement park. It dated back to the time her and Jungkook had just started dating, but since it was one of the rare pictures they had all together, she’d just kept it. The other was a honeymoon picture of her and H/B. They looked so happy. Naïve, no doubt. But so blissfully happy. She felt her throat dry up and her stomach ache with guilt as she stared at her husband’s beaming face. She knew what she had to do.
“But it was a mistake, and that’s all it’ll ever be,” she shoved the wallet in her purse and hurried back towards the exit.
“You’re not being fair,” she heard Jungkook mutter as she was about to close the door behind her.
It was her turn to freeze, her fingers clenched around the door handle.
“You just- You just waltz right back into my life just so you can leave again? Just so you can go back to him?” Her knees weakened as she took in the pain in his voice.
“See, that’s the thing,” she answered after a few seconds, a tear finally sliding down her cheek, “I didn’t waltz back into your life. I got a panicked call from Joon telling me you needed help, and I did the decent thing of showing up for my friend. And yes, I’m sorry, but I am going back to my husband as it was always planned, I was always only going to go back home.”
He visibly flinched at the word, before sitting down on the bed, his head hanging low. Home. That stung. He used to be her home.
He felt so stupid. He would’ve giggled had it not been so tragic. He had seriously thought it would be that simple. Yet here she was, walking out on him again. And he couldn’t seem to find it in him to hold her back.
Y/N knew this must’ve hurt, but honestly, at this point, she was just tired of apologizing for moving on and didn’t have the strength to have that same argument all over again. Instead, she hesitantly walked towards the boy and planted a gentle kiss on his forehead, trying with all her might to ignore his soft sniffles, before walking away.
“Goodbye Jungkook.”
Hope you like it! I personally don’t, but honestly, I just had to post something so, there you go! Like I mentioned in a previous post, this is actually going to be part of a lonnnng ass series and this is nowhere near the beginning or the end of this story, this just happened to be the first chapter I managed to actually finish, but I’ll make sure that it’s all easy to understand as I gradually post the other chapters. Don't hesitate to send me whatever or leave comments I’m always happy to get feedback xxx
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jxngh · 2 days ago
sorry for not posting any writings i just don't feel like it lately + promise i'll do my best 🥺
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meowachi · a day ago
alone together | jjk (a)
there’s an unfamiliar tension that invades the space between you and him. you’re fidgeting with your hands and he can’t pick one thought to express first. though it didn’t need to be like this, days of your avoidance and the recently confirmed rumours had exposed every bit of privacy you’ve been trying to keep. 
you’re sitting on the edge of your bed as he stands, leaning against your door frame. you can’t really make out what his facial expression is, but there is a weight of a disappointment that presses your heart. it all feels too heavy — all too real. 
“jungkook —“
“don’t,” he huffs, taking a step forward. “i.. i should’ve known better. i should’ve been here earlier.. i could have been. if you let me, you know? and that’s the part where i’m getting confused..” he makes the move first. he sits next to you and places his hand on top of yours causing your fidgeting to stop. you look up and him and he feels like he had just been punched in the stomach. perhaps it was your fatigue expression or your dull eyes; whatever it was, it hurt to see you look the way you do now.
 you move your hand away and shrug. “does it matter? you’re here now.” you attempt to lighten the mood. he glares at you and you put your hands up in defeat. 
“so.. how is he?” you ask him. instantly, he’s groaning out in frustration. 
“jimin cheats on you and you’re asking if he’s okay?” 
you look at him with a soft smile but no words come out of your mouth. what was there to say? it happened and now you’re here.
your best friend barged into your apartment to be some sort of damage control. the thing is; no part of you wants to admit how bad it really burns inside. how pathetic and useless you feel. how jungkook was right and how it was too embarrassing to call him after all the given warnings. jimin was a good boyfriend — a great one even — but he had a life and impulsive decisions that contradicted his promises to you. you didn’t expect commitment and an incredibly long relationship with him. you just expected honesty and honesty is what he gave. 
“he’s fucking amazing. he’s jimin. nothing really brings him down even if it’s his own mistakes.” jungkook pauses and wonders if he should stop here. if he should say the next part and possibly change your feelings. could it? if it does.. would it be for the better or worse? 
“that’s g—“
“he asked about you, though.” jungkook pauses, almost instantly regretting to speak up about this. maybe he should brush it off and leave it be.. this was his chance to protect you in a way.. then, your eyes light up a bit and his hesitation goes away. he should tell you. he has to tell you. “he asked about you first. that’s how i found out.. he told me.” he confesses.
now he feels sick. he feels like he’s giving you false hope and making jimin look humane when he’s the villain. 
“did you hit him?” you ask softly. “because that’s mean.. and you shouldn’t hit your friends.”
“no,” jungkook chuckles. “was about to. just.. i just thought about you first. he told me you said you wanted space... he thought you told me.. that’s why he brought it up.” 
again, you nod along. 
“keep me updated, yeah? he’s still a good guy. he’s still your friend,” you laugh. “anyway, how are you?” you ask him. 
“no. we’re not doing that, ___. i’m here about you. you’ve been avoiding me. you’ve been cheated on and —“
“i know what happened to me. you do too, right? so you don’t need to repeat it.” you snap. he sighs and you roll your eyes. “see? this is why i didn’t call you. god, i knew you’d do this.” 
jungkook rolls his eyes, shakes his head and almost laughs at you. “do what? worry about you? that’s kind of what a friend is for —“
“are you done? i’m not in the mood for this. i don’t need you to —“
“to what? say i told you so? is that what you think i came over here to do?”
“isn’t that why you’re here? happy your friend finally fucked up and you get to say i told you so to me?” you huff.  “just go, jungkook. i want to be alone.” 
you stand up but he catches your hand ad pulls your body into his embrace. “stop being so stubborn and let me be here for you. you don’t need to be so defensive. it’s me, ___. it’s just us.” he comforts. 
unsure of what stirs in you — maybe it’s the days worth of holding everything in — but tears begin to fall from your eyes. “i fucking hate how you can just.. how you can get me like this.” you say, poking his chest passive aggressively. soon, your hands form a fist and you’re beginning to hit his chest as slight cries escape your lips. you louder you begin to break, the slower and lighter you hit him. he places his hands on top of yours, stopping your actions. he pulls you in, holding you as you begin to tremble.
quickly, he moves the two of you into your sheets. he wraps his arms around you as you cuddle up to him while you continue to cry. he’s shushing your whimpers and small sobs, holding you tighter as you begin to calm. after a while, a silence fills the room and he’s patting your head for extra comfort. it makes you sleepy and feel safe. he does it well, almost better than when jimin used to hold you. 
“i wanted to face it alone and deal with it.. pretend like it didn’t matter and that i could handle it..” you say, eyes fluttering close. “but whatever i do.. i just feel so alone. i figured there was no point in calling you, to be honest. i still feel empty with you here, guk. what do we do about that?” 
he wishes he had an answer.
he’s not surprised nor offended by how blunt you are; he knows you’re all about transparency. probably why you’re still a little hung up on jimin: he came clean. he had an honest coversation with you and it only complicated your feelings for him even more. the issue wouldn’t just be on how you’d have to learn to unlove jimin, rather it would have to do with your new perspective on honesty. was it really that good? maybe some things are better left in the dark.
the thing is, jungkook knows it would take time for you to adjust to the pain. but a big part of him wishes you could let him in more. after all, you can’t heal what you won’t touch, right?.
so he lays there, wondering to himself when could he ever be enough for you. it confused him how you still felt alone when he was giving his all to be there with you. how much closer did he have to be to get to your heart? 
your face buried into the crook of his neck, your makeup was smudging over his shirt and his arms begin to numb out from holding you for so long. still, he doesn’t move or feel the need to complain. this is what he gets; pieces of you that others leave behind.
he doesn’t get it.
he doesn’t understand why he’s the one that’s left to help you clean up when you could be with him and never need to feel like this. never need to be in a position of loving someone that gives you up like you’re a choice. 
there’s no choice when it comes to you. that’s what jungkook has learned from being friends with you all these years. loving you wasn’t a choice. 
what do we do about that?
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venusiangguk · 3 months ago
the art of craving | jjk (m)
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>>pairing: jungkook x reader / dilf!jk x grocery store clerk!oc
>>genre: friends with benefits, smut, pwp, a lil bit of fluff
>>word count: 6.9k
>>warnings: the domesticity... sob sob, the cutest baby... sob sob, dom jk, sub oc, age gap, all that good dilf jk stuff: asking for permission, saying thank you, oral (m), videotaping, sexual tension, balls in face, covering of mouth (?), a lil bit of external prostate stim bc jk deserves it 😌, dirty talk, creampie,  sex in someone else’s house (? again), omg almost all members are dad’s 🥲, so many dilfs hhhh, hobi being out of pocket, questionable breakfast in bed 👍🏻
>>notes: HE’S BACK!! also i knocked this out in one day, so I'm sorry for mistakes or if it falls short, i tried to do dilf jk justice 🤧 
>>summary: jk takes you to a bbq at his friends house. the tri-tip is good but the creampie is even better.
series masterlist, pt 1, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4
“Are you sure you’re okay with me coming?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
You turn to Jeongguk, who is kneeled down at toddler level. Nari’s got a strong grip in his hair as she uses it as leverage as well as a balancing aid as she steps one little foot at a time into her water proof pull up. He cut it recently, his long locks a little more clean cut and cropped. Still more than enough for little hands to yank, though. He winces, but takes it in stride.
“I don’t know you’re always a bit weird about us,” you say. No bitterness, more of just an observation.
Jeongguk looks up at you as best he can, before getting Nari’s bikini bottoms and repeating the same painful process he did with the pull up. “I’m not weird about it.” He can almost hear the incredulous look you’re giving him. “Okay, I’m not as weird about it,” he amends, “but this is just a group of my friends getting together, and we’ve all known each other for years so I don’t have to worry about what they think of me.”
You hum, walking to the bathroom to get your own bikini on. You’re adjusting the ties at the hip when you say loudly so he can hear you from his room, “You’re worried about what people think of us?”
The effort you put into trying to hold in your laugh when Jeongguk appears in the doorway with a disheveled baby on his hip is futile. Nari’s looking around like she doesn’t know how she got there so fast, shirtless with a half-on baby bikini top, the triangles falling down and resting on her round belly. She smiles big when she sees you though, kicks in her dad’s hold.
Jeongguk looks kind of disheveled as well, yet very serious as he says, “No I don’t care what people think about us, I just- am more worried what they think about me. I know it doesn’t matter,” he sighs dramatically, “but I’d rather people not think I’m a cradle robbing pervert.” He covers one of Nari’s ears with a big hand and pushes the other ear against his chest to plug it when he says pervert. She pops back up, unbothered like a little bobble head.
You walk over and stand in front of them both, taking the strings of Nari’s swimsuit and tying them at the back of her neck. You flick your eyes up to Jeongguk, as you make the bunny ears. “You’re not even 30 yet, relax Daddy.”
“And you’re not even 25,” he almost whines, and doesn't bother scolding you for the use of the d word. This time.
“And this one’s not even 2!” you say, over excited as you turn wide eyes to the baby in front of you, swiftly changing the subject.
Nari squeals at your excitement, leans forward in her dad’s hold till she’s got tiny, pudgy little arms around your neck. Jeongguk hands her to you with ease, tries to keep the sick adoration off of his face while doing so.
“Duuu!” she cries, holding up her hand. She’s got her middle finger and ring finger up, an awkward way to show ‘two’ but you let her have it, jiggling her a little laughing a praise.
“Oh, such a smart little flower!” Jeongguk coos, hand coming up to give her a high-five.
However, she just grips his thumb in her small hand, giggling in the infectious way that babies do, her little crescent eyes lighting up with love and glee and Jeongguk almost cries. He hopes she never stops looking at him like that or holding his hand like that.
The alarm on his phone knocks him out of his sentimental reverie as he begrudgingly frees himself from Nari’s hold. He calls into the bathroom, “We’re going to be late.”
You’re not bothered, instead just sitting Nari on the bathroom counter and doing her hair up in small piggy-tail buns atop her head. She plays with your belly ring while you do so, fascinated by the new cherry charm you have on it now.
“Did you hear me?” Jeongguk asks in the doorway.
“Yup, look at her,” you say, gesturing to the oblivious baby.
Jeongguk does, taps one of the buns. “How do you get them so symmetrical? I can never get it right.”
You hum, sitting her in the curve of your waist. You give her your manicured hand, nails decorated in crystals, to distract her. “I’ll teach you. Want me to get her baby bag ready while you load the car with her sleeper just in case she needs to nap while we are there?”
Jeongguk shoots finger guns at you, before pressing a quick kiss to your temple. You purr. “Good brain, I didn’t think of that.”
You walk out with him, set Nari down and let her toddle about. She hands you an array of things, helping you pack her bag while Jeongguk goes to his large walk-in closet grabbing the portable crib.
“Don’t forget her sock monitor,” he grunts, finally getting a good hold of it.
“Already packed,” you tell him, “Do you want me to pack her undies for after swimming?”
Nari’s speech may be a little delayed according to the doctors but her brain is big and functioning and everything else in her baby body is right on par, or even ahead of kids her age. They suggested early potty-training, and focusing on the positives as Jeongguk navigates the hurdles.
He looks contemplative before he shakes his head. “No, too much hassle, just pull-ups is fine.”
You throw him a look, but he’s already got his back to you walking out the room. “You know she’s never going to learn if you don’t stay consistent and keep a routine!”
“Yes, baby, I know!” he calls over his shoulder, “Fresh start when we get back!”
You roll your eyes. “Daddy’s so silly, huh?”
Nari babbles an affirmative, and with that, you shoulder the baby bag and carry the baby right out the door. Easy peasy.
“Hello my good bitches!”
“Hoseok!” Jeongguk whisper-scolds, a protective hand coming up to Nari’s face. For some reason he covers her eyes instead of her ears. Nari blows a blind raspberry, but is more or less content in your arms.
You’ve never met Hoseok before, but you know you like him when you watch his eyes rake over Jeongguk, a judgemental look on his face as he takes a sip from the red solo cup in his hand, eyes narrowed over the rim.
“What are you wearing?”
Jeongguk narrows his eyes back. Although his friend probably can’t see them behind the huge gold-rimmed, purple hued glasses Jeongguk is wearing. “It’s Fendi. Please move, this is heavy.”
It’s no secret that Jeongguk has a fat wallet to match his fat dilf ass, and that he likes the occasional name brand item in his closet. But he’s not frivolous, and it’s only once in a blue moon that he actually splurges on something as expensive as the bright yellow and white shirt he’s wearing currently.
If anything a good portion of his income goes to what he wine-drunkenly calls the ‘Flower Fund’. Essentially dollars put away for when Nari goes to university, or whatever she decides. Maybe she’ll start her own business like her dad. Your mouth may have dropped when he let the current balance slip. She’s not even 2 yet.
Anywho. The shirt that is the hot topic-  it’s a bit out there, different from what he usually wears, but somehow he pulls it off, the white of the trademark F’s all over compliment the white, 5in inseam swim shorts he has on. You giggled in the car when he paired the sunglasses with it, but the more you look at him, the more you grow to like the statement piece.
His sleeve is on full display, and his arm is flexed as he carries the baby sleeper, finding a wall to lean it against. You’re still staring when Hoseok starts speaking.
“So you’re the hot Nanny he goes on and on about?”
“Nanny?” you ask, raising a brow.
“Hobi? Oh my god?” He shakes his head and his hands open and jerk in a very what the fuck manner. “I do not call you the nanny,” he stresses, eyes going to you.
You keep your brow quirked.
Hoseok laughs, nudges you with his hands open, nodding towards Nari. The baby looks like it's a very tough decision, choosing between you and Hoseok, but after an encouraging nod from you she smiles. Her baby teeth are on display, and her hands are grabby.
Jeongguk’s friend hips her, “He doesn’t actually call you the nanny, but he does talk about you a lot. All good things of course.”
You smile, your heart fluttering a little in your chest but before you can say anything Jeongguk is by your side, telling Hoseok a very adamant and stern, ‘Goodbye.’
Hoseok just laughs. “Okay, okay,” he says, raising his hands in surrender. The one holding the red cup catches Nari’s attention.
She pokes it with a tiny finger before smacking her lips a little. “Joofs?”
“Joofs?” Hoseok repeats, confused for a moment before he gets it. “Juice- yeah no. Not this. Let’s get you your own joofs.”
As he’s walking towards what you assume is the kitchen you call out, “Do you need one of her cups?”
He waves a dismissive hand. “Joon keeps some in the kitchen, go outside and meet everyone! We’ve all been dying to put a face to the mysterious __!” He turns to Nari making casual conversation till his voice fades with distance, “Still nice and plump I see…”
Something warms inside you. The fact that Jeongguk’s friends are all so close, that they keep little things for each other's children at each other’s houses, is so sweet and wholesome and so tender in a way that makes your heart want to burst.
Nari’s playroom has a few leapfrog’s with grade school games on a shelf and you had always wondered why. When you asked, Jeongguk told you that he sometimes watched Taehyung’s boys when he and his wife had date night. He has all the Tinkerbell movies on bluray for Jin’s daughter, and the Harry Potter ones for Yoongi and Jimin’s. As far as you know, Namjoon doesn’t have kids of his own yet, so it’s extra touching that he keeps baby essentials for Nari around.
You lean against Jeongguk, bumping shoulders with him. “Hoseok is nice, I like him.”
He rolls his eyes. “He’s the bachelor of the group. No relationship or kids. Hence the potty-mouth and the alcoholic joofs at 1 in the afternoon.”
You smile a closed lipped laugh, eyes glinting as you look up at him. He smiles back, unable to stop himself. He gives you an inquisitive look, the arm around your waist pulling you a little closer. The hand on your hip squeezing in question.
“Hmm?” he ponders, softly.
“You talk about me?” you ask, just as soft.
He hums, eyes dropping to your lips. “Just a little. Only to them.”
You and Jeongguk aren’t official. The circumstances a bit peculiar, the steps a little harder to maneuver. But what you have is good. A nice mix between fun and serious, committed yet free. You both know what you need to, feel what’s between you, even if you don’t name it or talk about it.
On your tiptoes, you crane your neck to reach his lips, and his eyes slip shut, ready to meet you halfway.
“Ah- Jeongguk you’re on grill duty!”
Jeongguk slumps behind you, a little groan sounding. “Okay!”
He sneaks a sweet kiss, before pinching your butt quickly. “Let me introduce you to the hyungs.”
Jeongguk looks almost as edible as the tri-tip he’s grilling. He’s got tongs in his tattooed hand, his hair held back by those purpley sunglasses that he’s pushed to the top of his head. His shirt is open, his toned tummy out and flexing whenever he laughs at something Taehyung says.
His eyes constantly look for you and Nari in the pool. He has an air kiss war with Nari for a while before she gets distracted by one of the other kids, asking if they can drag her around the pool by her floaty.
You’re pretty sure it’s Jin’s daughter, around 8 or 9. Smiling you nod, telling her you’ll help her. You keep a stable hand on Nari’s circular underarm floaty as she giggles and splashes, tickled pink at being doted on. She’s the baby of the barbeque, so she’s been handed around and loved on so much, giving the whole crew a dose of baby fever.
“You know, we got special toys and a playmat for her. She’s never liked the water.”
At the sound of a woman’s voice you look over your shoulder to see Jin’s wife sitting on the edge of the pool, her feet dipped in the water. She’s beautiful, high cheekbones and kind eyes. She’s smiling, and it has a hint of knowing to it. She nods to the lawn next to the pool, and you see said playmat has been commandeered by the girls.
This gets her daughter’s attention and she jumps up and down excitedly in the shallow end of the pool where you’ve ended up.
“I’m going to go play with them for a little bit, okay Nana? I’ll come back and swim with you soon!” she gives Nari a quick kiss before speed walking to the grass after a stern warning from her mother not to run by the pool.
Nari watches, her eyes wide and curious, and you give her another kiss (she’s been absolutely smothered today). “You’ll be able to play with them soon, don’t worry little bug.”
She wiggles a little, curls in on herself like your kisses tickle before she’s giving you a wet kiss back, her chlorine hands grabbing at your cheeks. You laugh with her, finally turning back to Jin’s wife.
“I don’t know, maybe she just needed another push.”
She hums, getting fully in the water with you. She makes a ‘come hither’ motion with a wave of her hand, gesturing for you to push Nari across the water to her. The distance isn’t far so you do. You and her take turns pushing the baby back and forth and Nari loves it, soft giggles spilling from her lips as she lets her hands drag in the water.
“Jeongguk says you’re really good with her. That she really loves you.”
You feel yourself flush. “That’s sweet of him, but he’s the one that’s made her so good with people.”
She shakes her head, laughing. “Uh, she’s good with us. Kind of a nightmare for people she doesn’t like. She’s almost as picky as he is about who gets to be around her.”
Laughing with her, you speak playfully to the baby. “You? A nightmare? No way!”
Jin’s wife notices the blush, the way you brush off the comments and direct attention to other things, so as she passes Nari to you again, she says, “I get it, I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I just wanted you to know that I think he trusts you and cares about you a lot. Not that he tells me of course,” she chuckles, “That’s boy talk, but Jin’s got a big mouth.”
“No,” you assure her, “I appreciate it, thank you for telling me.”
Mindless chatter ensues, baby babbles sprinkled in, Nari giving her two cents, as everyone waits for the food. Your name is yelled across the backyard, and the familiar voice is welcomed, as you make sure Nari is in good hands before swimming to meet Jeongguk at the edge of the pool. He’s got a piece of meat on a fork.
“Taste?” he asks, squatting in front of you.
You open your mouth, and he’s about to plop it in before he brings it back at the last minute, blowing on it a little. You laugh, endeared. Probably a habit due to always making sure anything he lets Nari taste isn’t too hot. He presses it to his lips quickly to test the temperature, before the fork is at your lips again, his other hand underneath making sure it doesn’t fall.
You groan, tastebuds doing a happy dance on your tongue as you chew.
“So good,” you moan, mouth still full, “I love the sauce.”
“The aioli,” he says, playfully snobby.
You roll your eyes, swallowing finally. “Whatever. I love it.”
He’s got a sweet smile on his face as his eyes search yours. They linger on your lips, and you think he may kiss you, but instead he wipes his thumb on your bottom lip. You can see a little bit of the aioli on it when he brings it to his mouth, eye contact deliberate as he sucks it off. It’s a bit naughty for him. Always careful about ‘pda’. But his doe-eyes are twinkling and he’s trying not to laugh as he says, “I love it, too.”
Sure that he can feel the spike in the air, you narrow your eyes at him as you whisper, “You’re mean.”
He shrugs, pats your head. “Food’s ready, get baby. I’ll save you guys a seat.”
Everyone around the outside table groans. Hands are on bellies and arms are behind heads and buttons are undone after devouring the food. The kids table off to the side is conspiring on how to get dessert, and little Nari is just about knocked out in your lap, the bread of her cheek smushed against your chest as she nods off.
“Jk, the iron chef,” Jimin sighs, swirling his wine in his glass.
“For real, man…”
Compliments to the chef are spouted from everyone and Jeongguk humbly accepts. The conversation dwindles into something that is lulled and lazy, casual stories about the kids being traded. How Taehyung found his twin boys’ pee drawer. You cringe. How Yoongi and Jimin’s daughter said her first curse word at kindergarten and blamed it on her dad (the one with the potty-mouth… read: Yoongi). You laugh, carefully not to wake Nari.
One of the wives notices.
She coos, “Oh, looks like someone is tuckered out.”
Jeongguk glances at his daughter, brings a finger to her pushed out bottom lip and pulls it down a little, tiny bloop noises sounding when it snaps back into place. He’s evil.
Of course she groggily wakes up, grumpy and rotten as she screeches and groans, rubbing her face into your sternum. Her chubby foot kicks at her dad. He laughs a coo at her, and she just grunts, indignant and sleepy.
“Quit it,” you say, trying not to laugh at the scene.
He hums, shoulders shaking in amusement. “Let’s set up her sleeper,” he says to you before turning to Namjoon. “Can we set it up in the guest room?”
He nods. “You’ll be able to hear her if she wakes up?”
“Of course, we brought her sock monitor.”
“Sock monitor,” Jin scoffs humorously, “Wish they had those when Jiwoo was a baby…”
The voices taper off as you follow Jeongguk back into the house and after a pitstop in the foyer for the crib and baby bag you find yourself in a pretty decently sized bedroom. It’s furnished, but there’s enough space in the far corner for the sleeper.
You sit on the bed, sway back and forth with Nari still snoozing in your arms. You rest your cheek on her head, watching as Jeongguk quickly sets up her nap station. He looks strong, arms working as he snaps each piece into place. His thighs bulge a little, his swim shorts bunching and pulled taut over the muscle as he grabs her blanket and pig stuffie from the baby bag.
“She still sleeping?” he asks, once he’s finished.
You hum an affirmative, getting to your feet and walking over to him. He takes her, and gently lowers her in, staying near until he’s sure that the move didn’t wake her. She whimpers a little in her sleep and you quietly rustle through her bag until you find her paci. Nari quiets immediately, soft baby snores that sound more like tiny little sighs fill the room.
Jeongguk brushes her flyaways off her face, tucks the wispies behind her ear being careful not to snag on her tiny earring. He then turns to you and throws himself into your arms, slumping.
You groan under his weight, but embrace him nonetheless.
“She’s getting so big,” he whines.
“Turns 2 in like 2 months right?”
He nods, face in your neck.
“You gonna do anything for it?”
Sighing, he rights himself. He bends and gets the monitor sock, un-velcroing it as quietly as he can, and then does it up around Nari’s tiny foot as carefully as possible. She’s a pretty good sleeper, never really too fussy, but you can never be too careful. He then grabs his phone from the same bag, checking the connection on the app.
“Her mom was talking about maybe getting together for it,” he says, pocketing his cell and grabbing your hand. “We can do something though. If you want, you’re not obligated of course.”
Your smile is small, but you nod. “Of course I want to.”
His ex is something you both never really touch on. One of the only tense subjects between you two, the conversation always a little formal and stilted, but you get it. And it’s not your place to question him, or how he co-parents. Not your place to question what she would think if she knew about you, because you’re sure she doesn’t. Or else you probably would have been invited to the actual birthday party.
It’s cool. You get it.
You’re wandering aimlessly around the house, hand in hand, taking the well needed break away from the commotion outside. The company is great, just a lot, and you’ve wanted to get Jeongguk alone the whole afternoon. Now’s your chance and after the birthday talk, you could use a distraction.
He’s lazily showing around the downstairs bathroom when you take your chances.
“That’s the waterfall shower, the toilet- it has a bidet, how cool is that? That’s the tub, and- that’s the lock? What are you doing?” He whispers like he’s playfully scandalized by the way you lock the both of you inside.
You shrug innocently, as you step in front of him. Trailing your index finger between the slight dip between his pecs, down to the line between his abs, all the way to the light trail of hair that disappears into his shorts.
“Dunno… What am I doing?”
He hums like he’s thinking about it. “I think you’re being a bit suggestive…” he says quietly as he toys with the tie at your hip.
“Mmm,” you hum contemplative and teasing. You take a short step, closing the small distance between you and him. You wrap your arms around his neck, scratch at the short hairs at the nape of his neck. “What am I suggesting?”
Jeongguk’s so easy. He bends some, brushing his nose against your cheek, the hands at your hips already eagerly gripping and pulling you closer. Flush against him. His voice is soft, has a slight shake to it when he says back, “Not sure… tell me?”
You sigh, pleased, when he presses gentle, wet kisses to your neck. You whine a bit when he nips, his teeth sharp and quick. Eloquently you say, “Let’s have a quickie.”
Jeongguk snorts, a harsh laugh huffing into your skin. “Smooth.”
He’s teasing but his swimsuit doesn’t do much to hide how hard he’s getting, despite not even being touched yet. You change that, hand going down to cup him through the material.
“You wanna?” you purr, squeezing him.
He nods, finally kisses you. Slow and gentle. “Yeah,” he breathes against your mouth.
You kiss him with intention, then.
Tongues curl around each other and teeth click. Hands roam, bodies on fire despite the little clothing on your frames, the dip in the pool you had not too long ago. Jeongguk seems eager, kinda desperate as he breathes harshly against your lips, hands on your ass grabbing and kneading your cheeks in his big palms, pulling them apart a little as he presses his cock into your lower belly.
You moan when you feel how hard he is, when you feel how badly he wants you. Right here in one of his best friends' bathrooms. It makes you feel a little high, kind of dreamy as he backs himself to the counter, hooks one of your legs on his hip, forcing you to rest most of your weight on him, bracing yourself against his body.
With your legs now open, Jeongguk takes advantage of the way your pussy is right over his cock, rutting up into you, his hips moving hard and slow as he drags his length against you. You gasp, resting your head on his shoulder, eyes falling shut. Your acrylics grip at his shirt for a moment, basking in the way your clit is being teased. Pleasure making your whole body tingle.
“You’re so hard,” you whimper.
He makes a needy noise, sounding a little embarrassed as he urges you to look at him with a hand on your face. He watches you, as your brows turn up every time you feel the tip of his cock. Your mouth falls open, a silent moan, and he knows you’re trying so hard to be quiet. It makes him throb, jerk against your cunt.
“You’re being so good,” he praises.
Your eyes flutter a little, rolling back some as you nod.
He kisses you again, rougher this time. Your mouths stay attached as you finally free him from the stiff material of his trunks, pushing and pulling his foreskin over his tip. He has to break the kiss so he can moan, so he can look down at your tiny hand wrapped around him, fingers not even able to wrap all the way around.
“__,” he sighs.
You’re mouthing at his neck while you pump, a questioning noise being hummed into the column of his throat.
“You know how… how I’m gonna be gone for... like a week? For that business trip?” His sentence is broken up by lewd groans.
You tell him you know, distracted by the nasty clicking noises that color the air on every upstroke.
He stays quiet for a moment, tensed in your hands. Then he speaks in that unsure voice that he takes when he asks about something he’s not sure your response will be.
“You can say no… but I just- want you, even when I’m by myself… when I can’t actually have you...”
Gently, he pushes your leg off his hip, and reaches into his pocket.
That’s when you get it.
He pulls his phone out, looks at you a little nervously. His cheeks rosy and flushed. You’re pretty sure your pussy floods your bikini bottoms. Jeongguk wants you so fucking badly that he wants to record you, because he can’t go without you- not even for a single week. He could watch porn, jerk off to the thought of you, could even get someone else because you wouldn’t ever find out. But no.
He just wants you.
“Yes,” you say quickly.
Jeongguk beams, both his hands coming to cup your face- phone and all -as he kisses you. Quick, sweet kisses until he rests his forehead on yours, his breaths hot on your face as he lets himself fuck into your palm for just a moment.
“Will you suck me, baby?” he whispers.
And fuck his voice has that tremble to it, like he’s so turned on he can barely contain it. You nod in his hands.
“Gag on it a little? Hmm?”
“Yeah, whatever you want, Jeongguk.”
And that’s how you find yourself on your knees of a bathroom floor, Jeongguk’s fat cock in your mouth, his phone recording every tear that leaks from the corner of your eyes, every gag that reverberates when his leaking tip nudges the back of your throat, every gasp you take when you pull off. The spit slick sounds that echo as you jerk him off while you catch your breath.
His phone catches the choked moans that he can’t keep in, your mouth too wet, too hot around his cock. It catches all the dirty, salacious requests he asks you.
“Lick my balls,” he whispers.
And you do. With one of your hands you jerk his cock, as you look up at him. Part of your face is covered by his cock as you lap at his balls, relishing in the way he spreads his legs a little wider, wanting to feel as good as possible.
“That spot behind my balls- yeah, fuck-”
You bring your free hand up and press two fingers into his taint, massaging lightly stimulating his prostate from the outside, while still stroking and licking him. His cock pulses in your hold and you feel when a little drop of precum dribbles to your hand that’s working over his length. You moan and rub your thighs together.
He doesn’t ask for this often but you love it when he does. You love the way he gets so breathy, so airy with his noises. How his chest stutters with short inhales until he finally releases and exhales with long groans, sometimes light whines.
Right now, his head falls back as he exhales one of those deep groans, before he looks down at you again, adjusts the camera a little, eyes so dark and heavy just dripping with lust and arousal as you make him feel so, so good.
“Don’t make me cum, wanna fuck you,” he murmurs.
It’s almost like a warning, telling you to stop because he knows he won’t be able to do it himself, the buzz thrumming through his body too blissful for him to willingly cut it off, put it to an end.
You listen to him, one last long lick from his balls to his tip, before you’re standing, hopping onto the counter. Spreading your legs, you invite Jeongguk between them.
He’s still filming, angles his phone down as he presses the thumb of his free hand in between your pussy lips over your bottoms. He kisses you while he touches you, swallowing the little whimpers you make, makes sure the shot is right when you start to rock your pussy into his touch.
Trailing his fingers from your hidden slit to the knot keeping your bikini on, he gives you a quick glance, before pulling it. He hooks a single finger under the fabric, and drags it down until your perfect, little cunt is bare.
Bending down some, Jeongguk brings his phone closer to your pussy. It’s hairless, and smooth. Pussy lips puffy. When he spreads you open, your wet center gleaming on camera, you whine, closing your legs slightly.
You’ve gotten over your shyness with him, but having a pussy close up is foreign enough for you to get bashful. But he just shushes you, coaxes your legs open again.
“Have the prettiest pussy,” he tells you, as his index finger barely pushes inside. “Can’t wait to get my cock in here…”
Something seems to click at Jeongguk’s words. He stops the video and looks up at you with his expression pained.
“What?” you ask, kinda of out of it, drunk on arousal.
All he says is, “Condom.”
Your face falls. “Are there any in the bag?”
He shakes his head. “ You packed it, and I didn’t add any. Didn’t think we would need them.”
Normally you wouldn’t push him, would settle for sucking his cock, drinking his cum. Would be good with him eating you out, cumming all over his tongue. But your pussy aches, you're not sure anything but his thick cock filling you up will suffice this time.
“Well, we don’t need them…” you whisper.
“__…” He gives you a stern look. You feel his cock kick, though, where it rests against your thigh.
“Please,” you beg, hand going to his cock stroking it over your tummy. “I have the IUD, it’s like 99% effective I’m pretty sure-”
“Pretty sure isn’t convincing-”
“I’m really sure,” you say, “I need it.”
He looks like he’s fighting with himself. Weighing the pros and cons of fucking you raw for the first time. Feeling your tight cunt sucking him in every time he pulls out, no barrier between you.
He grips the base of his cock and you sigh relieved as he wordlessly slips his tip between your folds.
You hold his gaze as he starts to push in. His mouth falls open when your pussy swallows his tip, and when he reaches the hilt, you let out the softest cry, both of you gasping into each other's mouth at the first swift thrust he rocks into you.
“Thank you,” you breathe.
Jeongguk sucks in a sharp breath. Holds his hips still as his eyes squeeze shut for the briefest of moments before his hips start to move again. You’re overwhelming, he’s never been with someone who he’s had such strong chemistry with, someone who knows exactly how to please him, someone who he knows exactly how to please.
It’s only a few thrusts into you later that Jeongguk is groaning, pushing one of your legs back so he can see your slick on his cock every time he pulls out. “Fuck, this was a bad idea…”
You shake your head, eyes closed. “No I love it like this, can feel you so much better.”
He moans, presses his cock in as far as he can, hips right up against you. “Yeah, that’s why,” he sighs, “never gonna wanna use a condom again.”
The smile that plays on your lips is wicked. “Then don’t.”
Jeongguk laughs breathlessly, fucks you a little faster as he brings a hand up to your face. He loves looking at you while he’s inside you, watching as your features shift whenever he hits that spot. “Be good,” he tells you.
You listen to him, not because you want to, but because you can’t think coherently with his cock inside you. It’s slow, the noises in the bathroom echoed and loud, slapping skin not an option today, but god. He moves his hips into you perfectly, the head of his cock rubbing on your g-spot everytime he pushes inside of you, the drag of his swollen tip against your walls is  dizzying.
He knows how to fuck you so well, having come to know your body almost as well as you do with how many times you’ve sat on his cock, how many times he’s plowed into you, how many times he’s coaxed leg shaking orgasms from your body with nothing but his cock. He knows that you like it when he gets a hold of your tits, when he flicks your nipples with the pads of his thumbs, so he finally moves your bikini top out of the way, does exactly that and he smiles when you arch into his touch.
The scolding he gives you when you accidentally knock the soap bottle over is playful. “Careful,” he whispers.
“Sorry,” you pant. When he tells you to keep it down normally, you usually have a little bit of leeway. But you don’t have that here. You know that you are a guest in the home and that this is your first time meeting everyone. You know that tainting the barbeque with sex noises is probably a bad first impression. That’s hard to remember, however, when Jeongguk fucks like he does.
He coos, his hips speeding up some. “No, don’t be sorry. So perfect. So good,” he sighs, “best I’ve ever had.”
“Just a little faster,” you plead.
The first time he fucked you, he told you he would give you whatever you wanted, and he’s never not done that. So he picks up his pace, one hand squeezing at your tits, the other at the meat of your inner thigh, and he feels how you tighten around his cock, pussy pulsing.
“Like that,” you sob.
“You have to be quiet, baby,” he pants, sweat dripping down his temple.
Like he spoke it into existence, footsteps sound outside the door. He doesn’t know how long it’s been since you both put Nari down, but it sounds like everyone is coming in from outside. Distant chatter echoes through the thin walls, the thin wood of the bathroom door. Whoever was outside seems to have just been passing by, but it lights the fire.
“Gonna make you cum,” Jeongguk tells you.
You try to respond, but the fast pace of hips knocks the breath out of you, knocks the words right out of your mouth. Your hands scramble on the counter, trying to support yourself, but its hard when he just feels so fucking good inside of you.
The slaps that start to sound are thankfully muted by the material of your swimsuit still halfway tied on, because Jeongguk doesn’t slow down, doesn’t falter a bit as he jackhammers his cock into your tiny cunt, deeming time a more pressing limitation than volume.
The frantic pace of his thrusts is an almost constant pressure on that magic, euphoric spot in your pussy. The pressure bleeds to pleasure and your arms and legs begin to shake, as your eyes are water from the effort to keep your moans silent, but you don’t know how much more you can take, if you’ll be able to keep quiet as he makes you cum on his cock.
“Can I cum?” you whisper, words fast and jumbled.
Jeongguk nods, swears as he keeps plowing his cock into you over and over again.
“Cover my mouth, cover my mouth,” you tell him, lewd urgency lacing your tone. “Oh my god, I’m gonna cum-”
The way that you look and sound when you’re about to finish with his hand over your mouth is wet dream material. Your brows are pinched, almost worried looking as you nod, letting him know that you’re there. The moans that you can’t keep in are muffled and desperate sounding under his palm, and jesus fucking christ Jeongguk can’t keep looking at you when you look like that or he’ll cum before you even get the chance to.
He leans forward, presses his face into your cheek. “C’mon, cum for me baby,” he encourages. Demanding yet so sweet as he takes what he wants from you.
You shake in his hold when you do as he says. Muffled moans turn to muffled cries as he fucks you through it, as he keeps his fat cock thrusting in and out of your convulsing cunt.
“That’s it. That’s my good girl-” Jeongguk, whispers before he buries his face into your neck.
After cumming your pussy always gets so warm, so swollen and tight and wet on the inside. And he knows he should pull out, shouldn’t risk cumming inside of you, but he feels like he physically can’t pull out. Like it would be a crime to not paint your insides white, just this once. The instinctual urge to bury his cock inside of you wins out as he loses control of his hips.
“Gonna cum inside,” he warns you.
The way you shiver in his hold at his words, just spurs him on more knowing that you crave it as much as he does. When he moves his hand from your mouth you immediately say a soft, delirious, “Please.”
He’s always had a thing for begging but that single word has never sounded as good as it does when you say with his cock buried inside of you. You sound drunk on him, on the way he fucks you and touches you and takes care of you. It only takes a few more frenzied pumps of his cock until he’s spilling inside of you, barely audible, gasped moans filling your ears.
The afterglow is short lived. The blaring knock on the door makes sure of that.
“You guys are sick, there are children in the house.”
It’s Hoseok. Because of course it is.
Jeongguk just groans, and when there are retreating footsteps outside the door, you finally let yourself laugh.
“Do you think anyone else heard?”
“God I hope not, I’ll never hear the end of it.”
“They didn’t hear the end of it either…” you tease.
Jeongguk puffs out a lazy laugh, his softening cock slipping out as he backs up. He looks down at your swollen pussy, sees the little drops of leaking cum. He takes his index finger and gathers it before pushing it back in.
“Bold,” you say, with a quirked brow.
He rolls his eyes. “Are you staying for dinner after we head back?”
His subject change makes you chuckle incredulously, but still you nod. “Sure, I don’t have work tomorrow.”
“Oh, so you’re staying the night?” he asks cheekily.
It’s your turn to roll your eyes, as if you weren’t hoping he would ask.
When you wake up in his bed, Jeongguk isn’t on the right side like he usually is. Instead, there’s a note letting you know that he’s in Nari’s room with her because she was fussy, along with a plan b and some flowers.
helloooo!! long time no see im so sorry for the lack of content im having horrible writers block 😁 but anyway~~ dilf jk!! hopefully the wait for part two was worth it, and that you liked it <3 if you did, pls pls reblog, like, comment, share, send an ask >.< feedback is so appreciated and i love talking to u guys <33 smooches cuties 😚 series masterlist, pt 1, pt 2, pt 3
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noteguk · 2 months ago
white lies | jjk | m
— summary; in which Jungkook lies his way out of and into trouble. But he can’t tell white lies when it comes to you. 
— contents and warnings; smut, fluff, very minor angst, poor attempts at humor, athlete!jungkook x reader, childhood best friends, fake dating, idiots to lovers, far too many movie references, a tiny bit of jealousy, jk is a football/soccer player, mentions of alcohol and drugs, the catastrophic event that is a frat party, jk is kind of a himbo, so much sexual tension, mutual pining, a lot of touching, dirty talk, fingering, grinding, jk has a big dick, praise, body worship if you squint, unprotected sex (don’t.), pulling out, very mild possessiveness, mid-sex confessions, the L word…, Jungkook wants to fuck you in his team jacket because his tastes are very singular and you wouldn’t understand it 
— words; 13,3k
— author’s notes; I know what you’re thinking… and yes, every bad movie mentioned is real. Also, this is a self-aware cliche and 100% self indulgent. Have fun!
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When people first found out that you and Jungkook were friends, you received a very predictable, repetitive sequence of reactions.
First came disbelief. It was the most comprehensible one, at least from your perspective, taking into consideration that you and Jungkook were completely different people. He was loud (sometimes too loud) and outgoing, probably knew at least ninety percent of the campus population by name and city of origin. Jungkook was warm, friendly, the type of guy that you’d confess all your worries to if given enough time. You, on the other hand, was more on the “colder” side — you weren’t as inviting with strangers, and didn't mind going through moments of awkward silence. Jungkook was a talker and you were a listener; he was a daydreamer and you were a brute realist: maybe that was why your friendship worked so well. But most people couldn’t really get it. 
Second came the questions — the doubts, the sideway glances, even a few bitter comments if you were unlucky enough. Jungkook had kind of a reputation when it came to sleeping around, so most people jumped to the conclusion that either you were his favorite plaything (which might have been the most offensive thing you’ve ever heard) or that you were simply the rare one he had friendzoned because he didn’t want to fuck you (a big runner-up to that prize). Eventually, though, you settled their anguishes simply by saying that you knew each other ever since you were kids. 
Which took you to the final phase: relief and acceptance. The ones who saw you as a threat instantly relaxed, and the ones who couldn’t understand why he would “waste his time” with “someone like you” quickly understood that it was a deep, innocent connection that he was just “too sweet to let go.” Obviously, that didn’t make you feel any better. 
Truth was, it was kind of hard being friends with Jungkook. Mostly because the boy casted a light so strong that it was almost impossible not to stay in his shadow, but also because you always felt like you had to justify your existence every time he chose you instead of anyone else. You were the person he ran to hug once his team won; you were the one he ditched other people for, just to hang out with you. It made you insecure. And, yeah, there was also the fact that you had been madly in love with him for some time now, but that was unimportant. 
Well, until he asked you to be his (fake) girlfriend, that was. 
Jungkook, bless his heart, was never one of the brightest when it came to real-life situations. He could ace a test with no issue, but, when it came to reading the room, he was a lost cause — something a bit paradoxical when you realized how social he was, but, well, people probably thought his cluelessness was adorable. And that might also be the reason why he never caught onto your pathetic crush, but that was a different topic. 
“Why the fuck would I do something like that?” You munched on your chips, eyes flickering over the TV screen. The two of you had made the terrible decision to hatewatch all the bad shark-themed movies you could find, and now you were suffering the brain-smoothing consequences. “Sounds like the dumbest plan in the world. And I don’t understand what you’d get out of that.” 
He whined, throwing his head back against the couch. Jungkook had been trying to convince you for half a movie now, and he was running out of arguments. “I told you already,” he stressed, eyes locked to the white ceiling. With the living room completely immersed in shadows, the shades of blue and yellow from the television reflected off his face like a prism. “The boys have been teasing me because I could never hold a date.” 
“And? That’s your problem.” You looked at him, meeting his desperate stare. “And, honestly, why did you even lie about it? It’s true, you know it.” 
“You’re cruel.” Jungkook tugged the bag of chips off your hands, ignoring your complaints. “I have my reasons.” 
You laughed. “Yeah, what is it again? Waiting for the right person?” You teased, watching as his frown only deepened, his cheeks puffed out as he angrily chewed. “Come on, Cinderella, snap out of that fairy tale. Have you stopped to think how many nice girls you let go because of that stupid mindset?”
“It’s not stupid,” he murmured, clearly irritated. 
With a sigh, you shrugged. “Fine. It’s not.” You yanked the bag of chips away from him, slightly sad that it was almost finished. Unfortunately, your marathon had made you eat a lot more junk food than your body could probably handle, but that was a problem for the future you. Present you really wanted more chips. “I’m just bitter.” 
“We can agree on that.” He smirked, a devilish glint in his eyes that prepared you for the worst. “What was it that those guys called you in high school?”
You pointed at him. “Don’t,” you warned. 
But his smirk only grew, morphing into a full-blown (dazzling) smile. “Ice queen?” Jungkook tried. 
You rolled your eyes, sinking into the couch. “It’s a dumb nickname, shut up,” you groaned, trying to focus on the shitstorm that unreveled on the television. There was a priest trying to exorcise the ghost of a demon shark, and that was a thousand times more interesting than recalling the nightmare that was high school. “It got even worse when Frozen came out.” 
“Still gets to you, though.” Jungkook poked you on the shoulder, allowing himself one last laugh at your distress before striking once again. “So… wanna help me?” 
Yeah, like that would have magically changed, you thought. “I already said no.”
Jungkook leaned forward, pressing his forehead against his palms. He was in anguish, but you couldn’t feel that sorry when he had caused that himself. “But I already told them we were dating,” he whined, defeated. 
“Again, sounds like a you problem,” you said, throwing the empty bag of chips on the coffee table. “Just say that you panicked and made some shit up. Own up to it, you’re already a grown up.” 
Jungkook shook his head. “I can’t, they’ll never believe me again.” 
You sighed, crossing your arms. “Dragging this out won’t make it any better. You should tell them the truth,” you said, pausing for an instant. “Actually, I can’t see this ending well in, like, any possible scenario. Even Doctor Strange had better odds in Infinity War.” 
The fact that you liked Jungkook was the key point that he didn’t have access to, but that was very clear inside your head. Even in the best possible outcome, in which no one doubted a single thing and everything magically went back to normal, you’d still have to live with that weight inside your chest. Sounds pretty fucking painful to pretend to be someone’s girlfriend when you were almost considering selling your soul to turn that into a real situation. And then to be done with it like it wasn’t nothing more than a business transaction, or a platonic favor for a good friend... that would just suck, to put it lightly. 
Sadly, Jungkook wouldn’t give up so easily. “What if we, like, only do it tomorrow night?” He pressed on, turning to take a better look at you. He always looked so breathtaking, his gorgeous big eyes just staring at you like a cute dog pleading for a piece of meat. You could sense yourself starting to fold, and that was always a bad sign. “Just for a few of my friends to see us together, show that it’s the truth, and then I can just say that we didn’t work out and decided to stay friends.” 
“But it’s not the truth,” you stressed, turning your head back to the television. You were starting to get pissed at the fact that you’d have to watch that movie again to try and make sense of what was happening. But you were also sad because you were both considering his request and suffering in advance because of its unavoidable consequences. “I don’t wanna be just another name in your list of conquests, Jungkook.”
Correction: you didn’t want to pretend to be one. You were fine with trying something out (for real) with Jungkook, even if you didn’t get a fairy tale ending. You just didn’t want to play with your own emotions — and probably induce some emotional trauma — because your best friend couldn’t own up to the fact that he lied about something (again). 
And, yet, it was getting to you. Just like a vipers’ venom, it had started to spread inside your body, corroding the walls you had built up for yourself. Your therapist would rip you to shreds if she knew you were thinking like that, but maybe ignoring the only chance you’d have with Jungkook — real or not — would be the foolish decision there. 
Besides, it couldn’t be that bad, could it? You could push your pride aside and help a friend during a time of need… and who knows, maybe get a couple kisses along the way? And just for one night? You could do that… 
Back in the present, Jungkook was just now digesting your previous claim. “What? You’d never be just that,” he guaranteed, an expression of bewilderment plastered all over his obnoxiously handsome face. Every day was a new test from God, and you were failing miserably. “You’re my best friend. I’d do anything for you.” 
Ouch. That was a low hit. And worse? You knew that he didn’t say that with any malicious intent to manipulate you or anything — he genuinely meant it. Jungkook was such a sweetheart when it came to you, he’d stay up to help you with your projects; volunteer to take you out on an adventure when you were feeling down, even if he had to face the consequences of skipping practice later. He had done so much for you, and you couldn’t even push your feelings aside one time to help him out. 
Your high school insecurities were starting to erupt, and you were thinking that maybe those dumb nicknames were right. Maybe you were kind of a cold-hearted bitch. Especially when your best friend/love of your life was pouting and begging you to help him and all you could do was to mock him. 
Beside you, Jungkook deflated like the saddest balloon in the world, a long sigh leaving his lips. “You know what? You’re right, this is stupid,” he admitted, running one hand through his hair. You always wanted to do the same, it was so soft and puffy that you could get lost in it. Also, there was something about the tattoos on his arms, the veins of his hand, that just made you lose your mind. “I should just own up to it.” 
Took you a couple seconds for your rational brain to catch up to your horny one, but it eventually did. “It’s okay, I’ll do it,” you told him. “Just one night.”
“Really?” Jungkook’s eyes widened like a kid’s during Christmas morning, a beautiful smile overtaking his features. He jumped in your direction and, before you could even react, his strong arms were wrapping around you, pulling you into a warm hug. You were so fucked. “You’re the best! I owe you big time.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll remember that.” You placed your hand on his forehead and pushed him away, ignoring both his whiny complaints and the quickening of your heartbeat. “Now back to our shark exorcism.” 
Jungkook’s teammates didn’t get why the two of you were still friends. 
As Jimin, the world’s most competitive striker once said, some things are so obvious that you just can’t ignore them unless you have a secret agenda. When it came to that specific subject, the obvious thing would be that Jungkook had an earth-shattering crush on you, and his secret agenda was the fact that he was too blind to see that it was mutual, so he decided to repress it until it asphyxiated him. 
His teammates tried to warn him over and over again that you, in fact, were all heart eyes and chuckles when he came around, Namjoon even got close to creating an entire PowerPoint presentation about it, but all of it fell on deaf ears. Jungkook, in his blissful ignorance, just wouldn’t hear it. From where he was standing, there was just no conceivable way that his laughable childhood crush had any chance of being mutual. 
Jungkook didn’t know much about psychology, though, because, if he did, he might have faced those emotions head-first instead of avoiding them until they started presenting themselves in different, slightly destructive ways. When you repress something, it doesn’t really go away, it just settles somewhere else, like squeezing a handful of slime. No matter how much he tried to get a hold of it, it still slipped between his fingers — made him cancel dates last minute to spend the night with you, convinced him to do the dumbest things just to make you happy. 
And, now, in a weird projection of a personal fantasy, he was pretending to be your boyfriend. 
In his defense, it wasn’t a machiavellian plan he had meticulously constructed: it just kind of happened. Jungkook wasn’t exactly a poster child when it came to being teased — after all, he was used to be being the best at practically everything — and, when his teammates all ganged up on him during their break, claiming that he just couldn’t get a girlfriend even if he tried, both his annoyance and the practice-induced exhaustion made him say that he was already dating someone. 
“Yeah, right,” Hoseok had mocked, pressing a towel against his sweaty forehead. The changing room thankfully had a great ventilation system, combined with large windows, otherwise they would’ve died from the heat and the smell already. “Just say that you can’t take a joke and move on, Jeon. No need to lie about it.” 
Taehyung barged in before Jungkook could get a word out. “Besides, we know there’s only one person that can fit inside your heart,” he said, watching as Jungkook’s eye twitched. “How’s ___ doing, by the way?” 
“She’s fine,” he answered, monotone. 
“Yeah? Are you gonna ask her out or what?” Jimin teased, his voice coming from beyond a row of lockers. “Or are we free to do that?” 
In typical animal planet fashion, the locker room exploded in a roar of laughs and fragmented provocations, every guy trying to speak louder than the other. Jungkook felt himself shrink, his frown deepening as his heartbeat quickened. There was something burning at his insides, a mixture of shame and jealousy, and that was exactly what pushed those idiotic words out of his mouth. 
“Actually,” he started speaking when the thunderous laughter diminished, turning around to place his bag back in his locker. “I’m dating ___.” 
It was almost amazing how fast the room morphed into a crypt — the thick silence hitting Jungkook right in the face, weighing down and turning into guilt and worry inside his stomach. He was unable to look back and face his friends, instead pretending to be extremely interested in his bag’s zipper. 
Why did he always do that? Why couldn’t he tell the truth for once in his life? 
“That seems even harder to believe,” Taehyung was the first one to speak, the one brave soul that verbalized what they all were thinking. Simply as that, life returned to the locker room, and so did the sounds of his teammates laughing at him. “Just yesterday you were acting all nervous around her.” 
Jungkook slammed his locker door shut, turning around with a determined expression. “Well, yeah, because I was planning to ask her to be my girlfriend,” he had never constructed a lie so fast before, but, even then, Taehyung didn’t look like he was buying it. “I’m serious.” 
Which was probably the least trust-worthy thing he could say. 
“Prove it, then.” Hoseok smiled, crossing his arms. “Call her right now.”
“I’ll do you better,” Jungkook didn’t hesitate — a terrible sign, he realized one heartbeat too late; it was never good when his mouth decided to take the lead, allowing for the words to flow out of him before they could be filtered by his logical brain. But Jungkook was competitive, both in the field and in his personal life, and he couldn’t stand the humiliation that came from both losing an argument and being caught in a lie. As ironic as that was. “I’ll take her to Saturday’s party and you can all see it with your own eyes.” 
Jungkook was just buying himself some time, hoping that his charms would be enough to sweep you into his miraculous scheme before his teammates could realize something was off. Hoseok, of course, did not know that, but his expression showed that he wasn’t all too convinced either. “Sounds great,” he lowered his voice, looking at his friend up and down. “See you there, Jeon.” 
Jungkook left the locker room with a crown of victory hovering over his head and a bright, prideful smile — one which shrunk and shrunk as his day progressed and he realized that there was no way in hell that you’d accept to be swept into his personal melodrama. 
He had enough time between that conversation and the night at your place to go through all the stages of grief. In denial he found himself running from those cyclical thoughts, ignoring that it had happened in the first place — maybe it was all a big misunderstanding and his friends would let that situation go; maybe he didn’t have to sacrifice his friendship with you just to avoid being wrong about something. In anger, came anxiety, frustration at himself for being so dumb and impulsive, allowing for his ego to step in the way and shield him from reason. That one he suffocated with extra gym time and a consequential terrible cramp in his shoulder. 
Soon enough came bargain and Jungkook was thinking that, if he were to be very lucky, he could convince his friends that you happened to be way too sick to go to the party that night, and that, weirdly enough, you two broke up the very next day and you didn’t want to talk about it ever. Maybe he could go through all that in secret, use all his brain power to construct an elaborate, moviesque plan to get him out of the ditch he had dug himself and no one would ever know of his dirty lies. 
It was all for nothing, however — the depression stage materialized soon after, in the middle of his advanced calculus class, and Jungkook was practically imploding over the fact that he had managed to ruin everything between you two, and also between him and the rest of his team. That was it: not only would he lose his best friend (and perhaps the love of his life) but he would also lose trust and respect in the field. 
Acceptance only reached him when Jungkook was on his way to your place, and he came to terms with the idea that he was already in deep shit, so he should at least try and change that. He would ask you to pretend to be his girlfriend for a bit — even if he was positive you’d laugh until you were out of breath and never let him forget about it — under the possibility that perhaps, you’d say yes. 
Which, surprisingly, you did. 
Now, Jungkook wasn’t particularly emotional when it came to most things — even in the field, he managed to control that side of him well — but there was something intense bubbling up in his stomach as he made his way back to his dorm after the movie was over; a laugh that hung somewhere between maniacal and desperate that he couldn’t hold back. That could be bad, really bad. Especially considering that he didn’t have the slightest clue how he would hold himself back from just vomiting out a fervent love confession the second that you kissed him. 
Because that was supposed to happen, right? In a relationship, pretend one or not, people should kiss. He should act like your boyfriend, perhaps a fantasy that he had way too often, and still spare enough brain matter to remind himself that it was all fake. And that it was also all his fault. 
As established, Jungkook was the president of the company of putting himself in extremely uncomfortable situations. And, when the night of the party arrived, he decided to screw himself even further by lending you his team jacket. 
It was because it was cold, he tried to brainwash himself. It was because you were cold, because the night was cold, and not because he liked the view of you in it in the slightest. Or maybe because it was a bomb pumping his thorax full of pride and possessiveness; because it was making him believe, even for a second, that you two were part of a chimerical alternative universe in which you were together. Not at all. It was strictly business — the neighborly job of a worried best friend, at most. 
“Is this really necessary?” you spoke his doubts out loud, tugging at the sides of his large jacket. 
Jungkook managed to keep his cool, eyes darting around the peaceful streets. You two were close to the party, he could already listen to the repetitive beat echoing through the cool breeze, and every step he took amplified his anticipation by tenfold. “It speaks for itself,” he told you, his hand firm on your waist. You were wearing a sleeveless top and a skirt in the same color, and there was a stripe of exposed skin in between the two that Jungkook’s hand brushed against sometimes. He felt like he was a virgin again, hyper-aware of your body and completely unsure what to do with himself. “Besides, you look good wearing it.”
You rolled your eyes. “I look stupid.”
Jungkook glimpsed at you, a sleazy smile growing on his lips. “You look like my girlfriend.”
You snorted. “Oh, so I look super stupid,” you corrected, looking away. 
“Funny,” Jungkook answered, monotone. His smile melted away — there was no way in hell it was mutual, he thought, his friends were just fucking him over, trying to see him embarrass himself. “I hope you act better than you tell jokes.” 
“It’s probably as good as the effects in Birdemic,” you said. 
Jungkook shook his head — he had conflicting emotions when it came to that movie, considering that it was so awful that he laughed to the point of choking on his popcorn. You, being the empathic friend you were, brought up his near-death experience as often as you could. “At least that movie was funny, your poor acting will just be sad,” he threw back. 
“Thanks.” You giggled, making his heart leap inside his chest. Jungkook wanted to beat his head against the asphalt until that shy spirit of his middle school past left his body completely. “I’ll let you do the talking.” 
Jungkook nodded, allowing his gaze to navigate around the neighborhood — there were a handful of strangers in the streets with the two of you, but it was a shortcut to the frat house that not many people knew of. It brought along a peculiar sentiment of intimacy; the way your features were covered by the pale yellow of the light poles making him want to dive in and kiss you until he couldn’t even breathe. The realization that he could actually do that, under the excuse of a fake relationship, was one that almost knocked him out. 
“Just to be sure, by the way,” Jungkook started. “You’re okay with me, like, touching you like you were my girlfriend, right?”
You looked at him for a moment, measuring his expression. “Yeah, that’s part of it,” you told him. “I’m guessing you are okay with it as well?” 
“Fine by me.” Jungkook cleared his throat. The frat was literally just around the corner, buzzing into the night with a generic beat and the joyful yelps of hundreds of strangers. He usually enjoyed that cacophony of sounds, but, that time, it was like the screams from hell. “Just a couple hours, okay? Then you’re free.” 
“It’s fine,” you told him. “How bad can it be?” 
Short answer: bad. Long answer: bad, but with a twist. 
Jungkook looked around the party like he was a kid lost in the supermarket, his eyebrows furrowed as he searched for his teammates (which that whole spectacle was supposed to be for). You felt like a piece of a puzzle thrown in the wrong box, leaning against his toned body as he tried to think of what to do. 
“So…” You cleared your throat, trying to make yourself heard through the loud beating of the song. Jungkook followed your voice, leaning in closer. Maybe your heart skipped at that, but no one had to know. “What’s the plan, captain?”
Jungkook clicked his tongue. You two were leaning against one of the walls of the large living room, in a somewhat calm corner of the party. “I don’t know, I’m not feeling like being interrogated right now,” he said. “I think it’s better if we wait for the guys to get a bit more drunk so they don't think too much about it.” He sighed, looking around for a bit longer. “We could stay here for a while, just sit down and talk. What do you think?”
“Sounds good.” You breathed out. “I’m taking any chance to rest my feet at this point.” 
The ancient gods of the frat parties seemed to be on your side, because it didn’t take much longer than a couple minutes to find a sofa that 1) was unoccupied and 2) didn’t look like it had any suspicious fluids on it. You settled by Jungkook’s side, a breath of relief escaping your chest as you felt the pressure on your calves subside considerably — all you wanted was to go back in time and kill whoever thought high heels were a good idea. 
However, you relaxed way too early. 
You had to hold back a surprised gasp when Jungkook abruptly tugged your legs onto his lap, one hand finding the curvature of your waist instantly. 
“This feels... intimate,” your voice sounded stiff when you spoke up, pushing your skirt down. 
“Yeah, that’s the point.” His eyes roamed around the room for exactly two seconds before they widened just slightly, then snapped back at you. “Okay, two things.” Jungkook placed one arm on the couch behind you, murmuring as he leaned in. He had that scheming expression on his face that had been plaguing you ever since middle school, when he first discovered pranks, and you didn’t think that was a good sign. “First: Yoongi, Jin and Namjoon are here, and they’re looking— shh, don’t look! Dumbass.” 
“Sorry. You’re the dumbass,” you said. It was hard not to look when you felt as if you were under a microscope, watched closely by his meat-headed friends. Still, you tried to keep your composure. “And the second?” 
He exhaled, the hand that was on your waist traveling to touch your cheek. You wondered if he could feel how hot your skin had become. “It’s kind of the time that you have to commit to being my fake girlfriend,” Jungkook warned, stare oscillating towards your mouth. “I’m gonna kiss you now, okay?” 
Suddenly, you felt like you were right back in high school, about to have your first kiss and not having a single clue about how to do it. “O-Okay,” you whispered. 
Jungkook didn’t waste any time. Before you could think about something to try and break the ice, his mouth was on yours, silencing you and turning your thoughts into white noise. He kissed you softly, much slower than you had expected, giving you time to adapt to the tender movement of his lips caressing yours. 
You sighed, gradually remembering how to move your limbs. Your hands rested on his broad shoulders as he leaned his head to the side, opening his mouth just slightly and deepening the kiss. No matter how many times you had fantasized about that moment, it could never compare to the way his tongue slipped inside your mouth, nor the small grunt he let out against your lips. Kissing Jungkook felt like heaven and you had completely forgotten about your fake dating situation until he decided to pull back just a bit. 
“Fuck, you’re a good kisser,” he mumbled, nose bumping against yours. 
You let out a breathy laugh. “Why do you sound so surprised?”
“I’m not surprised.” His hand slithered down to your hips, his warm palm sending shockwaves through your body. You felt like you were in danger from the way he was speaking, his body moving closer to yours. “I knew you would be.” 
Jungkook didn’t even give you time to process his words before he was kissing you again — sloppier, hungrier this time. Again and again, he chose to throw gasoline into the flame of your desire, and what could you do but to melt under his touches, to kiss him just as eagerly. 
Faithlessly, you were trying to convince yourself that it was all an act, that he was just playing it up because he knew his friends were watching. But his hand just felt so firm on your hips, pulling you closer as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, fingers digging into the soft sea of his hair. It seemed so real when he moaned softly against your mouth, biting on your lower lip before tracing kisses down your jaw, towards your neck. 
Or maybe you were just so deep inside your own illusions that you didn’t want to believe that it was all for show. 
Your eyes parted just slightly, trying to find his friends amongst the crowd of strangers. It was extremely hard to think when Jungkook was sucking and licking his way down your neck, his hand squeezing your thighs. Apparently they were nowhere in sight, though, for those obviously bright orange jackets had left your field of vision. 
“Jungkook,” you called, surprised at how firm your voice came out. The boy only hummed against your flesh, not paying much attention to what you were saying. “I think they already left.” 
Still, it didn’t seem like he was willing to stop. Jungkook mumbled against your neck, his voice so low that you almost didn’t catch his words past the loud music. “Yeah, but someone else can be watching.” 
You didn’t know who, though, and you didn’t really care. You were more worried about the small bites he was placing on your skin, the soft sucking of his mouth that left you pressing your legs together, begging for relief. “Um, okay, but there’s a minor emergency,” you told him. 
That managed to get his attention, for the boy pulled back so he could look at you. “What is it?” He asked, worried. 
You shifted around on the couch, your legs still thrown over his lap. You noticed something hard poking against your skin, which gave you enough momentum to admit out loud that, “I’m, like, soaking wet right now,” you said. “My neck is super sensitive and I’m really trying to hold back here.” 
Jungkook froze, blinking a few times and your words settled in his mind. He would never understand how you could be so shy in one second, and then just throw that bomb on his lap like it wouldn’t make his dick rock hard in record time. “Fuck, how can you just say that so naturally?” He cursed. 
“Sorry.” You bit your lip. Jungkook had to fight the urge to kiss you again. “I’m just being honest.” 
How ironic was it that, while Jungkook lied his way through life, you had no problem throwing those random truths right at his face? The opposites do attract, after all. 
He cleared his throat, unsure if he should pull away or not. “Want me to stop?” 
“I don’t know,” you admitted, “I think this is getting weird.” 
Maybe it would be the perfect time for the world to just open up and eat him whole, considering that Jungkook had never felt so embarrassed in his life. “Weird how?” He asked. 
“Weird like… weird.” Self-expression under moments of extreme sexual pressure really wasn’t your forte. You broke eye contact, flustered, instead choosing to look at the cluttered coffee table by your side. Jungkook’s hand was still on your body and you liked his touch far too much for your own well-being. “Maybe it would be better if we just went home.” 
“Right now?” Jungkook whined. Sometimes he still acted like the kid you knew, all puffy cheeks and demands for attention; for things to happen the way he wanted. You, being the simp that you were, were his number one enabler. “One more hour, please? We’ve been here for so little time, I just wanna cover all my bases.” 
His pouty lips and needy voice was a Molotov cocktail thrown directly in your heart. “Fine.” You puffed out. 
“Thank you!” Jungkook beamed, leaning in to place a kiss on your lips. The action was so automatic, so unthought, that neither of you reacted to it for a second. “Um… why do you say we try the backyard? Jimin said he’d try some new barbecue technique or whatever, so maybe they’re outside.” 
“And after that we leave?” You asked. He nodded. “And you do the talking?” 
“I’ll try my best,” Jungkook agreed.
You sighed. “Okay. I need some fresh air anyways.” 
Back in middle school, you had a very eccentric world history teacher. You clearly remember one afternoon that she simply walked in and asked the class what was the worst type of torturing they could ever imagine a human could endure — which ended up being a great opening line to a very interesting class about the medieval times and the ways of the inquisition, but also something that plagued you for a long time. That night, when you returned home, you dove into the rabbit hole about the topic and (much to the horror of your parents) discovered a thing or two about torture methods. 
The key point, it seemed, wasn’t even about the actual physical act, but about the horrendous expectation that came from it. Psychological torture could break a person apart before someone even laid a finger on them. You knew that already, but you had never truly witnessed it until that night. 
“Well, guess I have to take back what I said,” Hoseok started, his speech slightly slurred by the alcohol. Jungkook was right, they were a lot less intense after a few drinks, and apparently weren’t questioning a lot either. “I didn’t think you two would ever end up together after so many years of bullshit, but here we are.”
“Cheers to that, brother,” Jimin barged in, raising his cup. 
Jungkook chuckled behind you. “You guys have no fucking faith in me.” 
As a typical former theater kid, you were naturally dramatic. But you weren’t kidding when you said that pretending to be Jungkook’s girlfriend might be a newfound method of psychological torture — especially when he made you sit on his lap, his head resting on your shoulder and strong arms wrapped tightly around you. It was because there were no more chairs left in the backyard, and he wanted to play the gentleman/possessive boyfriend and didn’t allow you to stand up. But justificatives were fruitless when you could feel him getting harder by the minute. 
“It’s not about faith, you just fucked me up,” Taehyung said. He was the least inebriated one out of the group, but that didn’t mean much. “I owe Yoongi like fifty bucks now, thanks, man.” 
Jungkook was probably going to say something equally ludicrous in return, but your  curiosity made you act quicker. “Why?” You asked. 
Taehyung clicked his tongue, leaning back against his chair — it was the type that folded in half, and you were thinking he would flip over any second now if he continued with those harsh movements. “Ah. No biggie. He was one of the few people who believed your boyfriend here when he said you two were together.” 
You giggled, trying to keep yourself composed. Unlike Jungkook, you were not very skilled when it came to making up lies at the spot, so you ended up deflecting a little. “Yeah, it was a bit… sudden. So I understand the surprise.” 
Hoseok yawned, throwing his head back. “Nah, not really a surprise.”
You blinked. “What do you mean?”
Jungkook narrowed his eyes, shifting a little behind you. You felt him tense up, which probably wasn’t a good sign. “Yeah, what do you mean?” He echoed. 
“I mean… that it wasn’t a surprise,” Hoseok repeated, raising his eyebrows in a quiet mockery, as if you had just questioned the color of the sky. “Yoongi was sure Jungkook had finally gotten the balls to confess to you. I, myself, didn’t think it was that likely.” 
Wait, what? Suddenly you felt like you were the one being lied to, and all of them were in it together, building this huge prank around that story just to humiliate you. There was no way Hoseok was serious about that, not when the booze was probably melting his brain. 
Before you could continue to think about that, however, Jungkook spoke up. “Man, you guys suck.” He laughed. “I told you I’d do it someday and you never believed it.” 
Ah. That was it. Jungkook had lied about it just like he had done countless times in the past. 
You deflated a little, a sting of pain inside your chest as the conversation continued to unravel around you. Right then and there, you felt like the stupidest person alive, with no right to complain about the consequences you knew would come from that idea. Even if you had almost convinced yourself otherwise, what probably happened was that Jungkook got cornered some time in the past about some other girl, and ended up telling his friends that he liked you instead, just to get out of that situation. Like some of his lies, it snowballed, and it took you to where you two were now. 
It was hard not to feel hurt, even if you still believed you were a bit at fault for agreeing to his moronic plan. You knew you’d end up like this, suffering over someone who didn’t see you the same way, and you still fell headfirst into that trap. Maybe you were the bad guy in that situation, maybe you were the creepy one for taking advantage of his situation just to feel his body against yours, just to kiss him and pretend that it was all true. Maybe you had no room to judge. 
If you concentrated really hard, you could probably pinpoint the exact moment in which you realized that you were head over heels for your best friend. It wasn’t as glamorous as you’d like, just a dirty thought catalyzed by your teen hormones that unleashed an avalanche — it had happened back in the dark, desolate lands of high school, when you were cheering for Jungkook during one of his games. It was an important one, from what you could remember, his brain buzzing with the tension of his senior year and the promise of a fantastic victory. As always, you were there for him: front row, face painted with the colors of your high school, and cheering him on. 
He smiled at you, like he always did, but there was something odd about it. Like a lightning crossing the sky, one simple (yet fatal) intrusive thought popped up inside your head: he’s hot. 
It was all downhill from there. As much as you tried to wave those ideas away, they kept growing and multiplying, finding new ways to justify themselves — not only was Jungkook hot, suddenly, but you also realized that he would be an amazing boyfriend. He was sweet, kind, funny, determined, a bit ditzy sometimes but nothing you couldn’t deal with. He heard you complain about your problems when needed, but also felt comfortable enough to be vulnerable with you. There were so many shared interests between you two that you were positive that you could talk forever and never run out of topics to discuss. Jungkook was a walking minefield and you just stepped right on it. 
And there you were, stumbling your way down into hell as your lives progressed, and Jungkook got into the same college as you. As predicted, he quickly grew to be the campus’ new star player: a great attacking midfielder, with the number 10 plastered on his shirt and a heart-stopping smile on his face. How on earth could you fight that temptation? It was like a re-enactment of Eve and the snake in the garden of eden. Only the snake had amazing thunder thighs that looked even better with his team’s shorts. 
You always asked yourself if Jungkook knew what he was doing when he used his shirt to dry the sweat on his forehead, leaving his glistening abs in full display; or maybe when he hugged and swirled you around after they won a game. Part of you wanted to believe that he liked you back, even if you couldn’t really see it. Most of you believed that he was just his personality and nothing else. 
“Hey,” he breathed out, voice husky against your ear. You thanked his oversized jacket for concealing the goosebumps on your arms. “You good?” 
Just on the brink of a meltdown, no biggie. “Yeah, I’m okay.” 
He hummed, nuzzling his face against your neck. “Just a little bit longer, alright?” He placed a tiny kiss there, but it was powerful enough to make you whimper quietly. No one seemed to notice, but you didn’t know why Jungkook did that when you had just told him that your neck was sensitive. “They seem convinced.” 
Maybe “they” should have you included as well, because you had to actively remind yourself that you two were just acting, that he didn’t see you that way. Nevermind the pool of wetness between your legs, nevermind the way your body was on edge with his strong arms pulling you closer; his chiseled abs pressed tightly against your back. Nevermind Jungkook’s sweet smell or the gentle touches of his lips against your skin. It was all fake, dollar store material. It was just a matter of time before your ride became a pumpkin and the dream was over. 
At the same time, you could tell that Jungkook was being affected as well — you could feel the outline of his hard cock poking against your ass when you pressed down on his lap; noticed the tense movements of his arms as they held onto your body. And when Jungkook spoke, with his head placed on your shoulder and a solemn expression on his face, you could tell that he got just a bit choked up every time you shifted around, brushing your ass against his erection. 
The human brain is amazing when it comes to searching for any reason to prove our own theories, however, and that was why you weren’t taking any of those signs seriously — cognitive bias was a thing, and you weren’t falling for its tricks. If there are people out there that believe that the earth is flat, even with a ridiculous amount of evidence against it, you couldn’t trust yourself in believing that you had enough proof to think that Jungkook was interested in you. Maybe your argument was equivalent to “well, I can’t see gravity so it doesn’t exist”, and you didn’t even know it.
So you decided to take it easy, to aim towards the side of caution, as the night progressed into the deeper levels of Dante’s Inferno. By the time that Jungkook decided that you two had accomplished your goal and it was time to get you home, you almost cried in relief. 
You two drove in almost complete silence, only sparsely commenting on a few occurrences of the night. There was a thick blanket of tension hanging between the two of you, a bitter taste in the back of your throat that you couldn’t ignore. It had been a fun night, yeah, but it was done with. Time to burst that bubble and crash back into reality. 
Thankfully or not, depending where you stood, Jungkook didn’t seem to be as worried about those details. He was ridiculously cheerful, beyond proud of his skills, and a little over the moon about the fact that he had been with you the entire night, acting out things he never thought would come true.
“There you go, all done,“ he exclaimed, victorious, the second you two walked into your apartment. “It wasn’t that bad, was it?” 
You scoffed, leaning against the wall so you could remove your shoes. “It wasn’t good either,” you said, monotone. You were physically, emotionally and psychologically exhausted, and you seriously didn’t want to look at his annoyingly pretty face for another second. “Have fun telling them about our instantaneous breakup.” 
At that, Jungkook visibly tensed up. “Ha. Yeah…”
You sighed, beyond pissed off (and heartbroken) at that point. You weren’t Jungkook, weren’t built to lie your way through life, to pretend as if the feelings inside your chest were not your own. “By the way — fuck, I hate high heels,” you complained, throwing your shoes on the floor with a bit more force than necessary. Jungkook flinched a little, distracted. “By the way, what did Hoseok mean by that?”
He blinked, swallowing dry. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck — think of something. “By what?”
You raised one eyebrow. “Saying that you’d never have the guts to confess or whatever.” 
The worst part was that Jungkook could see in your downcast eyes that you had no idea what you were asking him. You seriously couldn’t tell that he had feelings for you — or, if you did, you simply couldn’t believe it. Or maybe you just despised him on a level in which a crush would be preposterous to even consider. “Ah.” He clicked his tongue. Think, you dumbass! Come up with something! “That.” 
You were getting a little choked up now. There was no way you couldn’t notice the trademarked signals of Jungkook buying himself some time, trying to come up with something inside that evil head of his. Maybe you had been right thinking that he had mentioned your name randomly one day, just to save his ass, and now he was dealing with the backlash of his actions. “Yeah, what was it about?” You pressed on. 
Jungkook chuckled, nervous. “Man… I was really hoping you’d forget that.” 
You took a step closer to him, anticipating what was to come. If he was going to hurt you, you wished he would just do it quickly, without dragging it out so much. “Just tell me, Jungkook.” 
And he was trying. Kind of. Jungkook was looking at you like his brain was frying, the Widow’s blue screen reflecting off his widened eyes. “Fuck,” he cursed under his breath, stare falling to the floor. “I can’t lie to you about that.”
You scoffed, venom running up your throat. That was priceless. “You tell white lies almost every day, why is this so different?” 
“Because it’s not a white lie.” 
You furrowed your eyebrows and narrowed your eyes, taking another step towards him. “Why are you thinking about lying to me, in the first place?” You asked. “Even if… even if it will hurt me. I deserve to know.” 
“Uhh…” he hesitated, rubbing the back of his head. “Because the truth kind of sucks and it can fuck everything up. And I don’t wanna do that.” 
Apparently you were right about your previous theory, then. Jungkook didn’t see you the same way, after all. And that was fine (it wasn’t), but he couldn’t even grow a pair and tell you straight on. “So you would rather avoid it?” You didn’t relent, motivated by your frustration, your hurt, that sickly feeling of betrayal — everything at once. “That has been kind of a running theme with you, hasn’t it?” You stared at him, but Jungkook could only avert his eyes from your burning gaze, instead looking at his feet. “Fine. Don’t tell me if you don’t want to, but quit dragging me into these bullshit lies of yours. I’m tired.”
“No one has ever cancelled a date with me,” he blurted out.
You hesitated, blinking a few times as you digested his words. “What?”
He breathed out. “No one has ever cancelled a date with me. It was all me,” Jungkook confessed. “I lied to you about that because I wanted to spend more time with you. And I didn’t care about anyone else.”
Overwhelmed by a random wave of courage, his gaze snapped up at you. “I like when you watch my practice and bring me stuff, and I like when you invite me to those dumb movie marathons and make me watch the most disgusting shit,” Jungkook continued, his words falling incoherently from his mouth. You could only stare, flabbergasted, as he spilled months — years — of secrets all at once. “And I like watching you study, and I love seeing you laugh, I love spending time with you, and Hoseok is fucking tired of hearing me talk about it and do nothing.”
“I... don’t understand what you’re saying,” you told him. 
“I told the guys that we were dating because you were literally the only person that popped in my mind, and the only person I actually wanted to be with,” he just went on, not paying attention to your previous comment. Jungkook was a little on edge now, a bit breathless and wide-eyed. He’s nervous, you realized. It had been a long time since you saw him like that. “And this was the best night I’ve had in a while, just because you were there and I— I’m fucking everything up, I told you I would.”
“Jungkook,” you called softly, feeling as if every inhale was an olympic sport. Your heart was beating so fast inside your chest that you were afraid of having a syncope before you could hear the words you needed so badly. “Just tell me what you want to say.” 
He cleared his throat, shifting the weight from one leg to the other. “I’m like… how do I put this…?” Jungkook paused, took a deep breath, and dropped the bomb. “I’ve been kind of in love with you ever since we were like eight, yeah.” 
Record scratch. Freeze frame. “You what?” 
Jungkook chuckled. “Yep… awkward,” he said. “Sorry.” 
It hasn’t settled in just yet, which explained why you didn’t start screaming at him. “And you have the guts to tell me that I drop things naturally?” You asked. “Are you serious? You better not be fucking with me right now.”
He raised one hand and placed it on his chest. “I’m not, promise.” 
And then it hit you like a ton of bricks. “Jeon Jungkook!” You screeched, both hands flying to hold onto his shirt, rocking him back and forth with the strength of a thousand men. “I’m gonna make you swallow my fist!”
Jungkook was dumbfounded, ten times more confused than when you tried to explain to him the plot of the Velocipastor — which really wasn’t that hard, it was just a pastor who was also a dinosaur shifter. But his brain wasn’t good at following those types of unpredictable plots, and that counted your burst of anger. “That wasn’t the reaction I was expecting at all,” he murmured, voice flat with disbelief. 
But it was your turn to ramble incoherently. “You’re an idiot! You’re even worse than I thought!” You were still speaking loudly, letting all that frustration wash out of you, giving place to relief. “You made me go through all this fucking night, kissing you and pretending to be your girlfriend, while you actually like me? You prick!” 
You punched his chest — his stupid, muscular, rock-hard chest. “Ouch!” He whined, but you doubted it actually hurt. 
“I was almost crying because of how hard it was to suppress my own feelings for you,” you told him, pulling on his shirt once again. You wanted to take it off, wanted to kiss him until he was all that you could think about. But you also wanted to dropkick him straight to the deepest circle of hell. “And you like me back? Idiot!” 
“Wait, wait, what?” Jungkook’s eyebrows shot up, a perfect picture of his surprise. “For real?”
“For real.” Your shoulders slumped, the anger that possessed your body left you as quickly as it had arrived. “I’m in love with you too, you smooth-brained asshole. Ever since high school.” 
He blinked, dumbfounded. “I had no idea.” 
“Didn’t I tell you that speaking the truth is always the better option? You never listen.” You tugged on his shirt one more time, for dramatic effect. “Dumbass.” 
“You’re the dumbass. And no, I don’t think I do,” his voice was flat, mind navigating miles away from your place. “___?”
“What?” You barked. 
“How mad are you?” 
You groaned. “Pretty mad, why?”
It was his turn to take a step towards you, the heat that emanated off his body now surrounding you. “Because I’m gonna kiss you right now and I’d greatly appreciate it if you didn’t bite my face off.”
You sighed, relaxing against his torso. Jungkook’s hands came up to rest on your waist, guiding you closer to him. “I’ll try my best,” you told him, “go ahead.” 
Maybe all those foolish love songs and melodramatic romantic poets were onto something, because you swore you saw fireworks when Jungkook finally moved in, crashing his lips on yours. Yes, you had kissed him already that night, but there was no way those two situations could be comparable, not when you felt much lighter now that the secret was out, and that you knew what he felt when he pulled you closer, when he sighed against your mouth and caressed your lower back. 
Long years of friendship granted you the knowledge that Jungkook was tender with some things, rough with others — he was gentle with kids, with his other friends, with you; he was hard around the edges when it came to his matches (being especially fiery around championships), people he didn’t like, and goals he wanted to reach. As he kissed you, you could notice him trying to figure out which approach to take with you: his lips were soft on yours, tongue slowly exploring your mouth, but his hands were harsh, groping your ass as he pushed you up against the nearest wall, a growl vibrating inside his chest. 
Maybe it was a bit evil to push his buttons when you knew he was so dangerously close to snapping, but you weren’t in the right frame of mind — or, rather, you weren’t in any frame of mind at all. So, knowing very well that Jungkook was the most competitive person you knew, you pulled away from the kiss to say, “Come on, why don’t you kiss me like you mean it?” 
Which might have been the dumbest final words you could’ve uttered. 
You were graced with just a couple seconds of hesitation from his part — frustration and desire flashing inside his hooded eyes — before he was crashing his mouth onto yours once again. Jungkook didn’t say anything, because he didn’t need to: the messy, sensual kiss he gave you was more than enough to make you shut up. Just according to the keikaku, of course. 
His hands were in the back of your tights before you could think, pulling you up and pinning you against the wall. You moaned against his lips, a shaky exhale leaving your mouth when he rolled his center against yours — cock hard and heavy inside his pants, brushing against your covered heat. Jungkook did it two, three, four times, slowly grinding against you like he couldn’t hold himself back any further, groaning at the feeling. 
When he pulled away, you were almost seeing entire constellations forming in your vision, your breath labored and mind dizzy with desire. “Fuck,” he cursed, resting his forehead on yours. “Want you so fucking bad.” 
“Want you too,” you told him. “Bedroom?” 
He pulled back so he could look at you better. “Sure?” 
You nodded. “Sure.” Leaning in, you placed a timid kiss on his lips. “Want you to fuck me, Jungkook.” 
After all those years, that was all that he needed to hear. He was quick to pull you away from the wall, hands holding your body up and your legs wrapped around his waist. Jungkook knew your apartment like the back of his hand, but he still kept his eyes open as he walked towards your bedroom, your lips mindlessly attacking his thick neck. You had dreamed about doing that so many times and you could say with confidence that you weren’t disappointed by the shuddering breaths he let out, or the small grunts he gifted you every time you sucked his skin just right. By the time that Jungkook placed you on your bed, crawling over you, you were so wet that it was almost embarrassing. 
He looked at you like he was hypnotized, his hands roaming up your legs, slowly spreading them so he could place himself in between. With the action, your skirt rolled up, exposing your underwear. “Shit, I thought about doing this so many times,” Jungkook murmured, almost as if he was talking to himself. “I can’t believe it’s real.” 
“You’re so sappy.” You giggled, but you couldn’t deny that his low voice was getting to you. You shivered when his palms met the exposed skin of your waist, pausing in the space between your skirt and your sleeveless top. Jungkook was deep in thought, his gaze flickering all over your body. “What is it?” You asked. 
“You look so fucking hot in this.” He pulled on the large piece of clothing, his tongue coming out to lick his lips. “Wanna fuck you with the jacket on. Just the jacket.” 
You almost choked on your saliva — well that was something you weren’t expecting at all. “Seriously?” You raised one eyebrow, teasing him. “You have that much of a hard-on for sports?” 
Jungkook didn’t seem to be in the mood for jokes, though, because he gave you a serious answer. “No, I have that much of a hard-on for you.” He dipped in so he could nestle his face on the curve of your neck, humming as he inhaled your scent. Once again, you were faced with the contrast of his soft lips against your skin, but the rough tug of his hands on your skirt. “Wanna fuck my girl with only my jacket on, what’s so wrong about that?” 
You whimpered when he licked on your sensitive spot, trying to push your legs together, but being stopped by his presence between them. Jungkook successfully pulled your skirt out of you, throwing it somewhere on the floor. “Since when are you this possessive?” You asked. 
He moved back, hands progressing to your tube top and sliding it down. It seemed as if the world had conspired in his favor, because it was just so easy to leave you only with his team clothes on, the elastic material leaving your body quick enough. “I’m not possessive,” he responded, only half there. His brain was trying to understand the vision of you before his eyes, only with your panties and his jacket. Jungkook could feel his cock throbbing inside his pants, begging for relief, and he just knew that sight would plague him forever. “Wanna make sure that you know you’re mine, though. I’ve thought about this for too long.” 
As you fumbled for something to say, he dove back in, his mouth attacking your breasts with no time. Your back arched, fingers tangling in his messy hair as he sucked and licked your nipples, his strong hands squeezing your tits every time you moaned out. It was almost humiliating how reactive you were, with your shallow breaths and broken calls of his name, but Jungkook was fucking loving it, and he just wanted more of it. 
You melted under his touches as he pulled himself closer to you, his mouth tracing its way back to your clavicles, then your neck. Much to your dismay, his hands were still on your breasts, playing with your erect nipples as he finally found that one spot that made you yelp. 
“W-Wait,” you stammered, “my neck is sensitive.”
Jungkook knew that already. In fact, he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it ever since you mentioned it back at the party; his cock stiff inside his pants at the memory alone. “I noticed,” he groaned, the vibrations of his voice spreading throughout your skin. One of his hands slithered between your bodies, hastily pulling your underwear to the side so his fingers could plunge between your folds. At the sensation of your arousal, Jungkook growled, pressing his erection against your thigh. “Holy fuck. You’re soaked.”
“I told you,” you said, feeling like your brain was about to melt and drip out of your ears. It was hard to concentrate when he was making out with your neck like that, sucking and biting the skin before liking the same spot he had just attacked. Still, the sudden plunging of his finger inside your pussy caught your attention in an instant. “J-Jungkook, I’m—” 
How shameful was it that you couldn’t even finish a damn sentence? Lust was getting the best of you, pushing your rationalizations aside and filling your lungs with desire. Jungkook soon added a second finger inside you, stretching you wide as he continued to fuck you. It was a fantastic sensation — his hand was much larger than yours, and you were sure you’d be able to cum like that if it kept it up for long enough. 
Jungkook moaned against your neck, pulling his head back so he could take a look at you. His cock throbbed at the sight of your dazed-out face, your parted lips looking so dangerously inviting to him, “Tell me what you want,” he asked, diving in to kiss you. He sucked on your tongue, making you whine as he pulled back. “I’ll give you whatever you want.” 
“Want you,” you said, nails digging into his shoulder blades. 
Jungkook liked the sharp pain that came from it, raising the speed of his fingers just a bit. “I’m right here.”
“No,” you whimpered, blinking back the tears of frustration that covered your irises. God, Jungkook couldn’t even believe you were all his. “Want your cock inside me, please.” 
Listening to you saying that was like experiencing a choir of angels singing directly to him. Jungkook had waited far too long to get you alone like that, so beautiful and pliant beneath him, and there was no way in hell he would deny you your request. 
So he got moving, his hand flying to the back of his shirt, which he tugged off with one swift motion. Your eyes fell to his toned chest, roaming his sweaty skin as he moved onto his belt. “Take those off.” He signaled with his head towards your panties. 
You nodded, sliding your underwear down and throwing it to the side. Even with his jacket still on — which, you admitted, it was both objectively and subjectively hot — you felt extremely exposed, thighs closing just slightly when Jungkook took his pants and boxers off. 
“Keep them open,” he warned, his stare stuck to your glistening folds, and you did. His face was one of sheer lust, tongue coming out to wet his lips as he placed himself back in place. “Wanna see you cum on my fingers,” he breathed, “but I’m too hard. Need to be inside you right now.” 
Your attention flickered downwards, pulled by the small collision of his cock against your clit. You winced at the feeling, but one of his large hands kept you in place as he moved closer to your heat. The constant drumming of your pulse was all that you could hear for a second, heart skipping a beat when you fully noticed his size. 
Would it be weird to say that Jungkook had a pretty dick? Because he did. And a big one too, which made you second guess your own limits for a moment. 
As if he was reading your mind, his cockhead pressed against your pussy, so warm and wet that Jungkook swore he was about to lose his mind — or what was left of it. There was nothing more that he wanted then to nestle himself in your heat, bury himself deep inside you until you were the only thing he could think about. “Shit, look at you,” he murmured, brushing his tip against your entrance. Your figure twitched under him, a soft gasp leaving your mouth at the feeling. “Bet I could slide right in.” 
He was hypnotized by the squelching sounds of your pussy, the way your opening fluttered around his crown as he slowly started to press himself into you. He wanted to do it slowly so he could pay attention to every detail of you, every small exclamation of pleasure that dripped like honey from your lips. 
The world around you two was getting smaller and hotter by the minute, suffocating you and pulling the air out of your lungs. Your eyelashes fluttered as Jungkook’s cock slid inside you, just the tip at first, your back arching as your walls clenched around him, almost as if your body was rejecting his size. “You’re so big,” you whined, burry eyes fighting to focus on his face. 
Jungkook, however, wasn’t looking at you, but at the way his member sank between your folds, diving into your wet heat. “Yeah?” He breathed out, jaw clenching. It was taking everything inside him not to start pounding into you. “I’m sure you can take it, don’t you think?” 
You nodded, and it took a moment for your words to catch up to you. “Y-Yes,” you said. 
Jungkook was more than halfway inside you now, and his mind was more than halfway gone, thrown out of the window and into the gelid nocturnal winds. The way you were wrapping around him should be illegal; you were so perfect that jungkook was sure he could never find a drug that would get him so high. “That’s it, be greedy for me,” he groaned, “take everything.” 
He went as deep as he could, his cock almost brushing against your cervix and your cunt throbbing against him. Maybe he had died and was in paradise, because there was no way he could be feeling so good. 
“Move, please,” you asked meekly. 
Lucky you, he was more than happy to comply. 
Jungkook tilted his hips back, until just his tip was still inside you, only to bottom out again, feeling as your cunt throbbed around him. He did this with unbearable patience at first, allowing your body to get accustomed to his cock splitting you open before he started to pick up the pace. Most of his self control had already burned out, though, at it wasn’t long before he was fucking you fast, rough; groaning at the way your tits jumped every time he shived his length back inside you. 
Once again, he felt like a virgin — you were too much, it seemed. Everything about you got him searching for the stars, wishing for more and moaning out every time your cunt squeezed around him. You were so fucking wet, he thought, so tight and warm, that he wasn’t even thinking about cumming, just about how wished to keep fucking you forever. At the same time, Jungkook was sure that he wouldn’t last long, not when you were looking at him like that, calling his name again and again until it silenced all his thoughts. 
Your breath hitched when his cock brushed against your sensitive spot. “Right there, right there,” you sobbed, nails scratching the skin of his arms. Jungkook caught onto your request straight away, keeping the same angle until you were a babbling mess under him. “Oh m-my god, yeah,” you cried out. “S-So good.”
“Fuck, that’s tight,” Jungkook cursed, his hands digging into your thighs, shoving them up for him so he could reach deeper, fuck you harder. He couldn’t stop moaning, gasping, producing the most beautiful sounds for you. “S-Shit, you’re just pulling my cock in. Your pussy feels amazing.” If given enough time, he could go crazy staring at the way in which his cock disappeared between your folds, only to come back dripping with your arousal, and then slamming back in. “You’re just so fucking hot,” he couldn’t help but say it out loud. “Play with your tits for me.” 
You didn’t have the guts to deny him, your hands palming your tits, squeezing the soft flesh. You whimpered at the feeling, eyes closing in bliss as he continued to fuck you. 
“That’s it, so good for me,” Jungkook praised, hips losing their rhythm for a second. His cock was already throbbing, orgasm threatening to hit him any time now. He needed you to cum first, though. “Your pussy too. Come on.” 
That time, you hesitated a little, a broken sob falling from your lips as you found his gaze. However, you couldn’t deny it — you wanted to be good for him, to get his praises again and again until that was all that you could hear. So you followed his command, two fingers, sinking into your wetness before trailing back to your clit. 
A rush of pleasure ran through your veins, pussy clenching around his cock as your moments grew desperate, needy for more. You were bordering on delirious by that point, your mind unable to focus on one thing, instead jumping between all the stimulation you were getting — your hand squeezing your breast; your fingers rubbing your clit; Jungkook’s cock drilling inside you. “T-Too much,” you cried. 
God, but that’s exactly what he wanted. Jungkook wanted to see that pretty, overwhelmed face of yours, wanted to show you that every minute of waiting had been worth it. “Yeah? But you can take it for me, can’t you?” He moaned under his breath, starting to get lost in his own pleasure. You were getting tighter by the second, which was a dangerous thing. “You can cream my cock if I ask you to, right?”
“Y-yeah,” you stammered. “I’ll do anything f-for you.” 
Jungkook sighed at your words, cock throbbing inside you. “Good girl, just like that,” he husked. “Such a good girl.” 
Tears started to prickle your eyes, and you didn’t know if it was because of how overwhelmed you were, or because your emotions were just now starting to tip over. “J-Jungkook,” you called his name, for a moment not knowing if you would follow it up with something else. His eyes found your own, dazed ones, and his heart skipped a beat at how beautiful and his you looked at that moment. “Love y-you.” 
Years of fantasizing about that confession could’ve never prepared the two of you for such an honest, unexpected moment. Jungkook felt his soul reach levels of happiness which he had never experienced before, mouth only able to say one thing in return. “Love you too.” He pressed his forehead against yours, movements becoming more sloppy, desperate. The new angle was an amazing discovery, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you, which tore a loud cry from you. “Holy shit,” he moaned. “You’re getting so fucking t-tight around my cock.” 
“Close,” you breathed out, letting go of his previous requests and just taking your hands to his face instead. Jungkook stared at you like he could see the entire universe in your eyes, his hot breaths hitting your face in gentle waves. “K-Kiss me, please.” 
There was no need to repeat yourself. Jungkook crashed his mouth against yours, trapping you in a kiss that felt both like too much and too little at the same. You barely had any time to dive into the caress of his lips on yours before your high washed over you — walls spasming around his length as you dove into bliss; moaning into the kiss and holding to his broad shoulders. 
He broke the kiss right after, a stuttering, failed breath leaving his chest. “L-Love you,” he choked out, “so much.” Jungkook gasped. He was so close, but, at the same time, he didn’t want to let go just yet. It felt too good — having you was too perfect. “Can’t b-believe you’re mine.” 
You smiled at his state, one hand brushing the sweaty hair away from his forehead. “Love you too,” you said back. You could say it again and again, without ever getting tired. After so many years swallowing it down, nothing felt so free. “It’s okay, you can let go.” 
Jungkook nodded, only mildly aware of his own actions. With all the force within him, he pushed himself away from you, pulling out from your heat. Soon, his hand wrapped around his cock, using your arousal to pump himself towards his much-needed release. “Shit,” he choked up, throwing his head back. “Oh, fuck, I’m gonna—” 
Jungkook grunted as he finally reached his high; cock throbbing in his hands. His cum splattered all over your belly, a few white ropes hitting the underside of your tits as well; dripping down to your mound and pelvis as his movements started to slow down. Even then, so fucked-out and overwhelmed, Jungkook looked like a god you’d be more than happy to worship. 
“Fuck,” he heaved, hooded eyes trailing over your form. By some miracle, probably the work of some mysterious sports god, his jacket remained untouched. “That looks so hot.” 
You smiled, taking a glimpse at your body. “And messy.” 
He let out a breathy, tired laugh. “Yeah. Gonna clean you up, just give me a second. I almost blacked out here.” 
Playfully, you kicked the side of his thigh. “You better,” you told him. “And don’t be so melodramatic.” 
“Rude.” He leaned in, placing a kiss on your lips. You still felt like you were dreaming, trapped in an alternate reality. If that was the case, you didn’t want to wake up. “Next time I’ll cum in your mouth so you’ll learn some manners.” 
Next time. Those words fell like a stone inside your stomach. It was pretty much impossible to mask your lovesick gaze now. “Yeah, bold of you to believe it’ll change a thing.” You pushed him off you, signaling towards the bathroom. “Go, be a good boy and go get me a towel.” 
Jungkook rolled his eyes, but did as you said, leaving the bed soon after. “I liked you better when you were pretending to be my fake girlfriend,” he spoke from the corridor. “You were more polite.”
“I was acting,” you said. “This is what you’re gonna get.” 
He laughed, appearing back in the room. “Ah, well, I guess I made my choice years ago.” 
That managed to shut you up real fast, heart hammering against your ribcage as Jungkook started cleaning you up. His movements were tender on your skin, feather-like touches that moved up your abdomen, to your breasts, then back between your legs. During all that, a familiar, comfortable silence fell between you two — one that you had grown used to; so empty and yet so full. 
After he was done, Jungkook discarded the towel, returning to his rightful place next to you. Like it was your second nature, you curled yourself up next to him, head resting on his chest and his arm wrapping around your waist. 
The world was perfect for exactly thirty seconds before he decided to ruin it. “So…” Jungkook started, a mischievous smirk already curling on his lips, “you like like me.” 
You scoffed, propping your chin on his chest and meeting his gaze. Jungkook was too cute and too hot for his own good, and his post-sex state managed to incorporate both elements in a hazardous combination. “Yes. And you like like me back.” You remarked. “Did you seriously have to go through all these steps instead of just, I don’t know, telling me?” 
He threw his head back, eyes closing in sheer desperation. “I didn’t know!” 
“Everyone knew!” You exclaimed back, flabbergasted. You couldn’t believe that all those years of shared distress could’ve been solved with the most basic common sense. “Do you think I watch your games because I like them? I tell you all the time I hate sports! Dumbass!” 
Jungkook flinched when you slapped the top of his head lightly, forging pain. “Ouch! You’re the dumbass. And I thought you were kidding.” He pouted, eyes drifting off towards a corner of the room. You could tell he was thinking, so you gave him his time. “But now that you mention it…”
You rolled your eyes, laying back down. “Yeah, that’s not so hard to—”
“I cannot stand body horror.” 
“What?” You shrieked, sitting up at lightning speed. That managed to be the most unexpected thing Jungkook had told you that night — scratcher that: ever. “You told me you loved watching body horror with me.” 
He shook his head, an expression of disgust on his face as he was reminded of every horror movie he had ever watched. “I almost puke watching it. I just pretend I enjoy it because it makes you happy.” 
For a moment, your mouth hung open, mind working a million miles per hour to make sense of his admission. Thinking back to it, you had noticed how frequently Jungkook went to the bathroom while watching Tusk; about how many times he coughed and turned his head away from the Human Centipede. “Oh my god.” Your shoulders slumped, your voice was a frail little thing, filled by disbelief. You couldn’t call him dumb when you had acted just the same. “We’re both idiots.”
Jungkook laughed as you returned to your previous position, placing a kiss on the top of your head. “Yeah, I think that’s the only possible conclusion.”
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ahundredtimesover · 7 hours ago
Fake Dating AU - JK
Covers fake dating stories of different contexts! Note the angst, fluff, and smut tags and enjoy! (List is updated every month’s end)
The millionaire and his lover by @gukyi (a, f, s) - best friends au, ceo jk 
Endgame by @minyoongijjangjjangmanboongboong (a, f) - jock jk
Blush by @jhsbrat (a, s) - best friends au
It takes two by @junghelioseok (f, s) - roommates au
I wish I missed my ex by @angelguk (a, f, s) - college au
Moonlight melody by @gukyi (a, f)
Last name, Jeon by @jiminrings (f) - childhood friends
It’s all fun and games by @cupofteaguk (a, f)
Bitchin’ by @kinktae (a, f, s) - fratboy jk
Piss off your parents by @littlemisskookie (a, s) - roommates au
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sparklingchim · 5 months ago
drown in your body; m | jjk
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pairing: werewolf!jungkook x human!reader
rating: 18+
word count: 6.1k
genre: alpha!jk, werewolf au, smut, friends to lovers
warnings: dom!jk, sub!reader, dirty talk, groping, spanking, name calling (bitch) fingering, oral (f receiving), impreg/breeding kink, possessiveness, jk is massive, knotting, multiple orgasms, slight choking
summary: You're ovulating - and oblivious to it - and Jungkook, the best friend he is, wants to protect you. But because you're a brat and never listen anyway, you do the exact opposition of what Jungkook advised you to do... And somehow it all ends up with Jungkook fucking you.
a/n: i may have listened to 'drown' by baekhyun while writing this heheee 🤭
Jungkook is your best friend.
But as much as you love your best friend, sometimes - maybe a little bit more than only sometimes - your love is equally freighted with hate.
You just don't know why he's acting so haughty sometimes and thinks that whatever nonsense spills out of his mouth is the best and right thing to do. Well, he is a werewolf - an alpha werewolf to state it correctly - but still, it's not like Jungkook and you aren't friends since you both were little, so Jungkook is undoubtedly aware of that you don't care whatever alpha male shit he is confronting you with.
Take for example this situation right now - Jungkook is pulling that stupid alpha shit on you, behaving like he knows everything better and has to take care of you like you're his younger sister and ew, that perception is just  gross.
,,But I want to come with you," you pout, eyebrows stubbornly furrowed.
,,I don't care," Jungkook simply answers, pushing your hand away that you stretched out to straighten his bangs.
You huff at his annoyed attitude and turn around to open your dorm room with your keys. ,,Why can't I come?" you ask, still not understanding why he doesn't want you to come to the party.
Jungkook picked you up from your late afternoon class and walked you to your dorm. When you asked him if he had something planned for today he said he was going to the party later and of course you asked if you could join him, but to your surprise he rejected you. Without a reason. Jungkook thinks he's being all protective - over what you don't know, because you've been with him to a lot of parties already - but to you he talked gibberish for the past ten minutes while you walked to your dorm and not one single reasonable sentence came out of him.
You turn around when the door opens, pushing the it wider so Jungkook can come in, but he is just standing in front of the entrance, not indicating to follow you inside.
,,You're not coming inside?"
,,I told you that I would go over to the frat house," Jungkook retorts, perplexing you.
,,The party won't start until a few hours though."
,,I know, but the boys and I are gonna meet there now."
,,Okay, then I'll come over later."
Jungkook flares his nostrils, trying to calm himself with taking a deep breath. ,,Why is it so hard for you to just obey me when I tell you something?"
,,What the hell, Jungkook? I'm not your bitch that you can boss around." Normally Jungkook had more patience with you than he has now - though you're behaving like a brat for the most of times - and doesn't let his anger overcome him.
,,It's better for you if you stay home today, y/n," he says calmer, your reaction telling him that he may have been too rough with you.
You roll your eyes. ,,What kind of bullshit is that? You know, just- just tell me if you don't want to have me around, Jungkook."
,,When did I say that? Stop putting words into my mouth, y/n."
,,It certainly feels that way."
,,But really, do you think just because we're best friends we have to be with each other all the time?"
,,So you're admitting that the only reason you don't want me to come is because you don't want me around because you want some alone time with your friends? Am I too clingy for you?" You arch an eyebrow, pretending to sound accusatory, but inside you're supposition that you have of your friendship is crumbling under uncertainty as you take Jungkook's words into consideration.
Are you really clingy? Are you not letting him have time with his friends, because your practically occupying his whole free time? You never thought about this, it never hit your mind that Jungkook could find your annoying or clingy, because he never implied anything when he was with you. You both grew up like this though, always being with each other, literally almost always spending the night over at each others places.
However, right now everything seems quite the opposite.
,,I didn't say that," Jungkook tries to clarify, but it doesn't sound convincing.
,,Sure you didn't."
Jungkook is visibly piqued at your persistent doubts that you exhibit towards him, but you don't care about how your words are affecting him, because your focus is on defending yourself and not letting him treat you like this - he's your best friend after all, he shouldn't be out here treating you like your his bitch that he can command.
,,Stop fucking acting like this," Jungkook says, clenching his jaw.
,,Yeah your right, sorry for wanting to spent some time with you. Your friends are probably waiting for you," you retort pertly. You don't give him a chance to reply anything to you as you shut the door right in front of his face. A triumphant feeling bubbles inside of you, though it might seem a bit childish, but you don't care.
,,Y/n," he growls from the other side, but you just turn on your heels and enter your kitchen to eat something. Food seems much more important than an annoying Jungkook who can't keep his stupid alpha behaviour under control.
A few hours later you're at the frat house.
Though Jungkook told you to not visit, his reasons - were there even any reasons? - were inscrutable, so you didn't give a damn about what he said to you and decided to come over anyways.
You're not aware of where Jungkook is, but that shouldn't matter because you're not here because of him. You're here to have fun and no to meet Jungkook.
After you get yourself a drink there's already a guy - named Hoseok - who approached you and starts a conversation with you. You know that he's a werewolf, he's in a few of your classes but you never really talked to him. Most werewolfs get scared off by the heavy alpha smell that always lingers on you - the outcome of being with Jungkook 24/7. The students here didn't dare to hit on you-sometimes even too afraid of approaching you to just talk to you. They either smell the alpha scent on you or they're aware of Jungkook and you being close, so they decide for the safer option and don't reach out to you. You have some friends, most of them female though, and making new friends was getting harder every day.
However, you're surprised that the usual keeping distance from you doesn't apply for today, because lots of people approach you and try to get your attention.
You're currently in the middle of talking to Jimin, when someone clears his throat beside you. You gasp in shock and turn your head to be met with Jungkook's brown orbs, already staring at you. A perfectly shaped eyebrow is arched and his buff arms are folded in front of him.
Jungkook seems to be...angry. And to call his impression to be angry was an understatement. He looked...Yeah, you don't even know how to describe it, because Jungkook never looked at you like that. He never seemed to be angry at you - well, yes, sometimes over petty things, but not to that extent - and you simply are at loss of words.
His tongue is prodding at the insides of his mouth and if it wasn't for the furious expression he grants you with, you would have concentrated on his hotness and fantasised about what else his tongue is able to do. Jungkook looks so utterly beguiling when he is angry, but not when his rage is pointed at you.
It didn't take long for Jungkook to notice that you're somewhere in this dwelling - despite him explicitly telling you not to come, but of course you still came over since your whole entity exudes brattiness so it's no wonder that you didn't listen to his demand - and it also didn't take a lot of time for him to make out your exact location - the house is practically getting drowned in your scent.
,,What are you doing here?" Jungkook asks, his gaze fully locked on yours and not even sparing a glance at Jimin - who's slowly taking little steps to the side to get away from Jungkook and the scene that's about to unravel...
,,I don't think that's any of your business."
Jungkook scoffs, shaking his head.
,,You are so stupid, aren't you?"
,,Just leave me alone. I'm not even here with you, so have fun with your friends," you say and want to brush him off and walk to the living room, but Jungkook grabs your wrist and doesn't let you go.
,,Where do you think you're going?" he asks with his deep voice.
,,Away from you," you answer and try to wiggle his hand off your wrist, but he doesn't budge.
,,Being with me is probably gonna be the safest now," he grumbles and suddenly he starts walking, dragging you along with him.
You're out of the frat house, walking down the street and you're so confused as to why he reacted like that. Sure, you ignored his words from earlier, but dragging you out of the fucking frat house? That was too much.
,,What is wrong with you Jungkook?!"
He turns around, eyes big and full with anger.
,,What's wrong with me? Really?"
You knit your eyebrows together. ,,You're fucking towing me out of the party like I'm some five year old kid. Get your shit together, Jungkook!" you almost scream at him and your thankful that nobody is around.
,,Why don't you get your shit together? Why are you fucking blaming me?!"
,,What are you taking about?" you ask confused, Jungkook makes absolutely no sense today.
,,Didn't your parents teach you this, y/n?" Jungkook hisses, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.
,,Teach me what?" you obliviously ask.
,,That you shouldn't be walking around horny frat boy werewolfs with no care in the world when you are fucking fertile!"
Lips parting you try to get a coherent sentence out of you, but no words spill out of your mouth - just silence hanging between the two of you, his chide completely threw you off.
You absolutely did not expect this. How could you though? (Perhaps if you would keep track of your fertility, but documenting your period on the app on your phone was already annoying enough so you never cared about anything else. Stupid you.)
,,I- I didn't know...," you say abashed.
,,Of course you didn't know." Jungkook's voice is still laced with irritation, he tries to suppress the growing anger inside him, but it doesn't work. Your intoxicating smell is fully wrapped around him, even stronger than when he picked you up from your classes earlier this day. And the fact that you didn't listen to him - didn't listen to his demand though the only purpose of everything he does is to protect you - infuriates him so much.
Sometimes Jungkook really asked himself how he was able to stay with you for so long, because your impish attitude gave him a hard time for hundredths of times already. But the simply answer to that is love. His love that is allocated for you ebbs every annoying thing away, lets it crumble into something meaningless and reminds him about his deep feelings for you, because no matter how tough it is with you sometimes - Jungkook would do everything for you. He'd do everything to meet all of your desires and arouse that sweet little smile that you flash him every time you're fond of his actions.
The simplicity of love surprised him sometimes. The simple way of having such intense feeling for someone that bewitch him into not hesitating for anything he does for you, never spending a second thought about his actions - as long as it pertains your welfare he would do anything to make you happy. But that's what love does to you, Jungkook thinks. And if that's what being in love with you is like, Jungkook would never get tired of it. Making you happy is the equivalent to making Jungkook happy.
,,Let's just get you home. Your smell was giving everyone a hard time back there," Jungkook says, voice finally calm - though it sounded strained.
Usually when you're ovulating Jungkook tries to be as close to you as possible, allowing no other male person to have any intrusive thoughts and thinking about approaching you. He also makes sure to stay either at your or his place when your scent is the strongest. Throughout the whole procedure of keeping you away from horny werewolfs - whom primal insticts would get the better hand of them if it wasn't for Jungkook protecting you - it was excruciatingly painful to be with you when the aroma of your fertile pussy is flying in the air. But he always kept his itching finger away from you. As long as you don't have a partner to do this job for him, he would be the one keeping you safe. (Though you being in a relationship with someone would probably not change anything about his constant need of protecting you and making sure that you're okay.)
You still have a hard time adjusting to the fact that you came over to the frat house, getting surprised by all the boys suddenly approaching you, but now you know that they only hit you up because you are ovulating, which finally brings some sense into the atypical situation.
,,But let's keep some distance between us. It's hard to hold back," Jungkook confesses. He pondered about saying this, but he wants you to know that your ovulating indeed has consequences that are also affecting him.
You weren't prepared for his sudden admission - yes, he is a werewolf, you know that, but you didn't think he would openly confess that your current that effects him. Nevertheless, you like it. You like having the knowledge of him having a difficult time because of you. Because there's an elusive desire in him and you're the cause of it. It would be a lie if you would say that you didn't relish in the feeling of having that power over him, which also leads you to feel more confident, causing a questions to pop up inside your mind.
You take a step closer to Jungkook, reducing the desirable between you, despite of what Jungkook said a minute ago.
Your heart drums inside your chest, your lungs tightening and effecting your steady breathing. Desperately you try to calm your nerves, knowing that Jungkook can hear your heartbeat, is able to notice your whole change in your demeanour, but you don't succeed with your attempt and rather flood your body with more excitement.
Regardless of his skills and the knowledge of the obvious exhilaration that builds up in you, Jungkook stays quite and waits for your answer. He won't dare to cross a line and put you off - you're way too precious for him.
,,What if I don't want you to hold back?"
Your words add more tension in the already buzzing air, holding so much power in them.
,,What if I want you to fuck me?"
,,Y/n...," he warns.
Maybe you would've felt insecure after that insensible answer to your confession, but his lust filled eyes tell you enough to make you doubtless - facilitated even, because for how long did you hide your crush on Jungkook now? (you clearly remember the day when Jungkook joined the baseball team in school and suddenly his body became all buff and big, his usual adorable look vanishing and being replaced with something so manly and attractive that made all the girls in school gush over him. And maybe his bulkier body and the confidence he gained through all the attention that he got - though a lot of people already had a crush on him before that - provoked the crush you developed on him.)
,,I mean it, Jungkook."
,,You don't know what you're getting yourself into," he tries to alert you, wanting to let you know that once you both would get started he won't be able to urge his primal instincts back.
Again you step closer to him, wrapping your hands around his neck and trailing your eyes over his soft lips, the wait trail that his tongue left there a second ago glistening under the glow of the moon that is high up in the sky.
Jungkook can't stop himself, the close proximity of your body instantly drawing him to your neck and he nuzzles his face into your soft skin, your aroma hitting his nostrils and he growls against your skin.
,,I want you," you whisper.
Oh God. How long had Jungkook waited to hear these words from you? He wants you for so many years now, the desire to stuff you full of his cock has been inside him for too long.
And when you start placing soft little smooches on his neck, it's over for Jungkook. He won't be able to resist you this time.
,,You're absolutely sure?"
,,Aren't you literally able to smell how wet I am right now?"
,,No, because your fucking fertile cunt outweighs every other smell," Jungkook snarls, his eyes twinkling in a light red colour as his primal instincts to breed you right then and there get the better hand of him.
And that's how you end up in Jungkook's bed - both your bodies left with just your underwear - only a few minutes after.
He's pinning you down, his big and muscular body caging you under him, his lips hungrily moving against yours and tangling his tongue with you. It's messy and fast and uncoordinated, but as long as it's Jungkook, everything feels amazing.
While his mouth trails down to your jawline his hand cups your tit, squeezing the soft flesh before harshly tugging your bra down and tweaking your already hard nipple. You whine at the pleasurable plain, your whine turning into a moan when he starts sucking your neck and soon slightly sinks his teeth into your skin. Jungkook soothes his bites with his tongue, placing a few reassuring kisses before he moves on.
He fully neglects your tits as he ducks down, he would worship your body more, but right now there's just one place that he wants to be and that's your fertile little pussy. His whole mind is clouded just because of your addicting smell and he can't prolong his craving any longer.
He settles himself between your open legs, discarding your wet panties in one swift motions. Your leaking pussy is just a few centimetres away from his mouth. Jungkook sniffs at your pussy, taking long and deep breaths through his nose to devour the whiff of your fertility.
,,Fuck, you're pussy is so ready to get filled with cum, isn't it?" he asks, his index finger gliding over your cunt. Jungkook bites his lip when he takes the sight of your sticky arousal on his finger in, pulling his digit away to see how long the string of your arousal will go. ,,Fucking look at this." He's so mesmerised by your pussy, his eyes trained on your wetness. His other hand roughly squeezes your thigh, his fingers digging into you flesh. Jungkook sucks his digit clean before pushing both of your thighs up. ,,Hold them up," he instructs and you immediately comply, bending your legs and holding them to your chest.
Jungkook dives right in, his mouth sucking and slurping on your juices, completely surprising you with his tempo. His wicked tongue darts out, rapidly toying with your clit while moans and whimpers spill out of you. His ministrations only cause your pussy to get wetter and wetter, but Jungkook is quick to drink it all down, desperately searching for all your juices that you can offer him.
His hands sneak up to your tits, fondling with the straps of your bra before impatience overcomes him when he can't seem to get the fabric away to see your beautiful full breasts in their full splendour, so he rips your bra into two pieces, throwing both of them away.
,,What the fuck, Jungkook?" you manage to say, suppressing a moan.
,,I'll buy you a new one," he mumbles against your core. Though you're really mad at him, you can't pretend like Jungkook murmuring words against your pussy with his deep voice isn't turning you on.
,,Don't think you will tho," you retort, eyebrows furrowed as you feel the blood inside you sizzle in pleasure.
,,Want me to take you to Victoria Secret tomorrow? I'll get you everything you want, baby."
Oh fuck. Just the thought of Jungkook pampering you with sexy lingerie only excites you.
,,I'd fucking love to."
Jungkook hums against your core, the vibrations of his low tone sending another wave of arousal through you and you're so close to coming undone.
,,Now shush, I'm gonna make you cum now." His big hands knead your tits, fingers grazing over your buds before teasingly pulling them. You whine and moan and shake beneath Jungkook, everything he's doing feels so great.
His mouth latches onto your clit, sucking at your bundle of nerves at the same time as he plunges two fingers inside you. You moans when he starts moving his digits inside you, expertly crooking them and finding you sweet spot within seconds.
,,Oh!" you moan loud.
Jungkook looks up at you, enjoying the view of your beautiful face twisted into pure euphoria.
,,Gonna cum now," you warn him.
Jungkook hums again, the vibrations completely sending you off and throwing you into another dimension. You roll your eyes, your fingers digging into the back of your thighs. The motions of his fingers stop and your pussy starts grinding on its own on Jungkook's face, riding your high out as Jungkook cleans your cum smeared folds up, licking your sticky cunt clean before he withdraws himself and his fingers from it. You let go from the grip on your legs and they fall limb on Jungkook's bed.
,,That was so goddamn hot," he whispers kissing his way up to your face.
You're still panting crazily, but that doesn't stop you from wanting more.
,,You're gonna fuck me now?"
,,Such a fucking bitch," he curses. ,,You're really desperate to get bred by me, aren't you? You want me to fill you up so good and full of cum, huh?"
,,Shit, yes. Yes, Jungkook."
You notice his glance to your pussy and then to his night stander where his condoms probably are.
,,I have an IUD," you tell him before he's able to ask. He nods, and kisses you briefly before he pulls his briefs down, throwing the fabric across his room. Then he sits back on his heels, stroking his hard dick in slow movements.
Jungkook is huge. You'd already fantasised about his big size, but you never imagined it to be this massive.
You bite finger while your thought, captivated by his enormous length.
You're a bit intimidated by Jungkook's size and he immediately picks up on your hesitance, reassuring you with soft spoken words and loving strokes on your body.
,,We can stop right now, but once I get inside you I can't promise to be gentle," he truthfully informs you, giving you the opportunity to back out, but you're way too turned on right now to not allow Jungkook to fuck you hard and deep just like you need it.
,,No, I want this. Want your cock inside me and filling me with your cum. Please." Your voiced is laced in desperation and longing for his cock and Jungkook wouldn't let you pass another minute without his dick stuffed inside your tight pussy.
,,You want me to breed you so fucking bad, huh? You're so filthy." He bores his fingers into your hip, his mind fully misted over with your suffocated scent and his primal instincts to fuck his pups inside you. In the next second Jungkook flips you over, holding your hips up and you naturally steady yourself on your elbows, arching your back for him. 
He glides his cock over your slick folds, his tip gathering every bit of your juices that stick on your pussy. After he lubricated your entrance with your wetness, he nudges his tip slowly in, hands grazing over your sides to calm your senses as he plunges his length deeper inside you, leisurely sinking into your heat till he's fully buried in your warm core. You weren't aware of the breath you were holding in, but when his whole cock deep inside you, you let out a shaky wheeze.
,,What a beautiful bitch you are. Taking my cock so well," Jungkook praises and your insides flutter at his comment.
Jungkook presses soft kisses over your spine, continuing to pamper your body with gentleness before he would start fucking you like he truly wants, but at the same time his affectionate gestures allow him to calm himself down, suppressing the zeal that is going to overtake his body once he makes sure of your wellbeing.
,,You can move now, Gguk," you say, a little moan escaping your mouth after feeling him shuffle behind you and his length mildly moving inside.
Jungkook bottoms out, only letting the tip in before he thrusts forward again, moaning in unison when your tight walls are wrapped around his thick member. Just when Jungkook gracefully moves into you, he knows that he won't be able to control his animalistic behaviour, your tight pussy feels too good to let him have a sober mind.
He has no patience to build up a fast rhythm by going slow at first, Jungkook has to fuck you hard and deep, he wants to make you both cum and spill his seed inside you and let everyone smell his cum on you. He wants everyone to know that your his and no one else's.
You whimper, his cock stretching you out so delicately and reaching spots that no one else ever touched.
,,You like getting fucked like this, don't you?" His condescending tone sends shivers down your spine, making your body scream for more. And Jungkook is good in giving you more, his pace evolves into a more rapid and ferocious one, letting you think of nothing but his cock ramming inside you. ,,Answer me, bitch," he demands.
,,Y-yes, love it. Love it so much, Jungkook," you mewl.
,,Who am I?" he asks though gritted teeth, intently waiting for your answer.
,,Jungkook." You know that this probably wasn't the answer he wanted to coax out of you, but your mind is too busy with dealing with the unceasing pleasure that rushes through.
,,Wrong," he tsks, his hand harshly landing on your ass. You hiss at the sting, mind searching for what Jungkook wants to hear, but you can't come up with something.
,,I'm your alpha, you hear me? I'm your fucking alpha and you're my little bitch." Jungkook spanks you again before gripping your ass with both his hands.
,,You're my alpha, I'm yours, I belong to you," you frantically pant and blurt these words out, but you really mean them - they're not just trivial words you say to make him feel better. You belong to Jungkook, it has never been otherwise.
,,That's right. Your alpha is gonna breed you, hm? I'm gonna shoot my cum into your womb and fuck you till your full with my pups. You would love that, wouldn't you?
,,Fuck, yes. Wanna carry your babies," you moan. Your elbows give in and you press your cheek against Jungkook's bed. He groans when the images of you being big and round fill his mind and Jungkook loves it, he adores the thought of everyone knowing that your his and he's yours so fucking much.
,,Everyone's gonna know that your mine, that your round and full with my pups," he growls lowly.
They already know that Jungkook and you belong to each other - and Jungkook is fully aware of that too because he purposefully scents you every time your both have to go somewhere without one another.
Jungkook leans over, nuzzling his face on the juncture between shoulder and neck.
,,Smell so fucking good," he mumbles, low pants filling your ears and clouding your mind.
The familiar knot magnifies inside you again and you clutch the sheets, knuckles going white because of the tight hold.
,,You're gonna cum, aren't you? You're gonna cum for your alpha." Jungkook draws back again, his gaze locked on you ass jiggling due to the harsh snaps of his hips and reveling in the sounds of your slick pussy getting pounded by his cock.
You nod hastily nod, the tight feeling inside high approaching fast and clogging your mind with thoughts of finally experienced your high that you seek for so desperately,
The constantly sprouting wave finally threatens to erupt with a sudden intensity. And when it ultimately does, it shatters your body into profound delectation, your whole body shuddering as it overflows with pleasure that you've never felt before.
Jungkook's boundless lunges into your pulsating heat let you see scintillating stars when your eyes screw shut, little whimpers and whines leaving your mouth.
,,Fuuckk, that's right. Cum on my cock like the good little bitch you are," he groans, watching how you nuzzles your face further into his mattress and muffling your loud moans. He slides his hands across your sides, giving you a few affectionate strokes.
Tears prick in your eyes, your head comfortable laying on the sheets and your cheek pressed snugly on it. Your heart thunders inside your chest. Your whole body felt drained and tired but at the same time you never felt so much delight and euphoria fill your body, your toes curling at all the overwhelming feelings that flooded your body all at once.
,,Shit, your pussy is so tight baby. So greedy to milk everything out of me," Jungkook curses and one hand crashes against your ass, coaxing a whine out of you. ,,I'm gonna breed you - fuck, I'm gonna fill you up with my cum."
Jungkook opts for really hard thrusts now, your body jolting forwards as he does, but he instantly pulls your back by your hips, having a secure grip on holding your body firmly on your spot.
,,You're my dirty little bitch aren't you? Only mine - you're my bitch, right?"
,,Uh-huh, I'm yours - I'm your bitch," you retort with a tired voice, but his current state rubs off on you, slowly coaxing you out of your little bubble and shooting fire inside you again.
Your answer gets Jungkook more of. He ducks down again, one hand wrapping around your throat and squeezing his fingers around your sweaty skin. Jungkook is lost inside your body, absolutely lost in the way your fertile cunt was spasming around him and trying to milk him out.
,,Want me to breed you? Do you want me to fuck my pups into you?" he pants, his digits pushing further into you throat.
,,Please Jungkook, please fill me up," you beg, tilting your head so you're able to look at him. And fuck, you've never seen him that gorgeous before. His dampened curly hair hangs on his forehead, his whole body covered in a layer of sweat, some droplets streaming down his neck and his temple. Eyebrows scrunched together and his lips secured in his teeth, his jolts get sloppier the closer he gets to his climax.
,,I'm so fucking close," he mutters and draws closer to slightly bites down your shoulder.
,,Breed me, Jungkook. Breed me till I'm swollen with your pups inside me."
Your words spur him on, a deep animalistic growl leaving his mouth before you feel him painting your clenching walls white, shooting his cum so deep inside you that you feel it spurting past your cervix. Jungkook's cock twitches inside you a few times and he lets out a deep moan, continuing slow strokes till he completely stops.
Not soon after that the base of his cock starts swelling, stretching your even wider as his size grows bigger. A few more spurts of his cum squirts inside you. You whine at the new feeling, squirming beneath him.
,,Shh, it's fine, baby," he soothes you, slowly guiding both your bodies on your sides when his knot infatuated to its full size.
A few tears roll down your cheeks and Jungkook quickly swipes them away with his thumb, cupping your cheek and placing a soft smooch on your nose.
,,You did so well, baby," Jungkook whispers, combing his fingers through your hair. ,,So well." His gentle voice pacifies you, lulling your pain away.
,,I love you." Your sudden confession makes him stop with his comforting strokes on your hair. He's searching for something in your eyes - he doesn't know that exactly he is looking for, but just something that indicates that your just playing with him and not meaning the three little words that you just said. But Jungkook finds nothing in your eyes, except for the mesmerising sparkle and the usual fondness that Jungkook always notices when you look at him.
Of course nothing had changed from the look of your eyes - you're gaze looks the same as ever, you were always looking at him with full love expressed in your eyes, because you are in love with Jungkook for years now.
,,I love you," Jungkook retorts, his tone soft.
You flesh him your cutest smile ever, nose lightly crunching up.
,,Say it again," he says.
,,I love you."
You giggle. ,,I love you."
Jungkook pulls himself closer to you, pressing his forehead against yours.
,,Again," he mumbles against your lips.
,,I lov-" before you can finish he captures your lips into a kiss, moving his lips in languid fashions over yours. Your tummy tickles, shivers run down your spine, mind clouded with his loving touches and his sweet confession.
The realisation that you got laid by your best friend sinks in only now. Your childhood friend - your long-time crush fucked you and on top of that he reciprocates your feelings. What a life. Is this what the main characters in books and movies feel like?
You both were so caught up in kissing each other that you both didn't notice how his cock slipped out of you and how a tiny mess of cum is now sticking on his bed sheets. You want Jungkook again, the sudden confessions and the passionate kisses are making you thirsty for him.
,,Again" - you push your upper body up, grazing his abs seductively - ,,Please fuck me again," your beautiful voice whispers.
Jungkook is bemused for a second, taking into consideration how your body must feel utterly fatigued after what you both have done - especially after Jungkook's untamed animalistic behaviour - it is absurd how fast you want to go again. He thought you were done for the night, but it seems like you have other plans.
Despite is concern about the condition of your body, Jungkook would do anything to satisfy you wishes. (and maybe he wouldn't deny your wish because he feels his softened cock growing into a boner again...)
However, before he starts getting into action again, there's one thing Jungkook wants to tell you again.
,,I love you," he repeats, watching how your eyes sparkle in delight at his confession.
,,I love you too," you beam and peck him on the lips. ,,But please make me see stars again, wanna feel you again, want you to fill me up again," you beg and bite your lip. Your ovulation is making you feel so horny and now that you have a naked Jungkook beside you it's not really helping to curb your hormones.
And with your lust filled pleads, Jungkook towers over you again and you two have lots of fun for the rest of the night, the moon accompanying you two with its glimmer shining into Jungkook's bedroom, encasing his room in a comfortable light and creating a cosy environment that envelops the both of you.
You both go for a second round and then a third round - the moonlight shining into Jungkook's bedroom a constant companion as you do the dirtiest things - and perhaps even a fourth - no, that would be too much, even for Jungkook...But maybe you did?? No, no, not possible...Or..?
Well, only Jungkook and you know everything that happened on his bed, on top of his dishevelled bed sheets, his glooming bedroom which you filled with the pent up love that you finally get to express just how you both dreamed of after hiding your admiration for so long.
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extravaguk · 4 months ago
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pairing: jungkook x reader
summary: But above all things, the last thing you expected to happen when you came back was to show your tits and get pierced by none other than motherfucking Jeon Jungkook.
Jeon Jungkook. Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.
wordcount: 15k
genre: summer!au, ex high school classmaters, kinda frenemies to lovers, tattoo artist!&piercing artist!jungkook, popular!reader
rated: m (fluff - smut - angst)
warnings: you broke jungkook's heart you bitch!! , oral sex (m&f), protected sex (shocking tbh), CL as your bestie it doesnt get better than that! idk i dont wanna spoil too much
author's note: fucking finally dude!! i've been writing this since february but school was kicking my ass. now that i finished my exams and mercury is in gemini i was able to finish it. if you read this, i hope you enjoy it!
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You've been standing outside the shop re-reading the word for fifteen minutes, although it definitely feels like it has been longer. You're gripping the flyer too tightly, rumpling the paper in your hand until you're pretty much sure it's ruined. It's the first day of June, and it's already too hot. The sun and humid weather are causing beads of sweat to form in your hairline and your white tank top to stick to your skin. Your jean shorts didn't feel this uncomfortable a few hours ago and you're sure the heat is causing your mascara to transfer to your eyelids and lower lashline. You've never needed a slushie and a smoke this bad in forever, even if you knew the later would make your parents lose their shit.
You read it again. Your brain is trying to guess what font its written in, an excuse to try to steady your heart beat until your nerves ease a little and you can finally gather the courage to step into the damn shop. You've noticed a few people passing by giving you strange looks because maybe it hasn't been fifteen minutes. Perhaps you've been unmoving like an idiot in the middle of the street for longer than you want to admit.
Chaelin's voice echoes inside your head.
'Its not that much of a big deal. It's not even that painful, trust me.'
You wish you could trust your best friend, but your best friend is also the same woman who assured you Cats was the movie of the year. Yes, not 'Cats: The Musical'. 'Cats', the movie.
'And this could be a great start to get out of your comfort zone and start living your life exactly the way you want to, not the way people expect you to. Not the way your family wants you to, not the way Adam wanted you to.'
But although her credibility could sometimes be questionable - like that time she also told you she'd tried marmite and 'honestly, it's not as bad as people make it out to be'-, you also didn't trust anybody in this world as much as you trusted her. She had always been your entire support system, the only one around you who never sugarcoated, who always treated you as an equal, who was always there for you to help you discover yourself and, at the same time, remind you of who you were.
'And it's gonna look so hot, too.'
That's it. Sticking the wrinkled flyer on your back pocket, your feet finally start moving. It doesn't take longer than three strides and you're pushing open the door.
The first thing you notice is that, thankfully, the shop is empty. The second thing you notice is the bright sky blue walls, a green undertone peaking through. Your eyes scan nervously the interior. Frames with tattoo designs and people modeling other different designs decorate the walls, some skateboards also hanging from the ceiling. A few plants in the corner, and two leather couches on either side of the room. Your scanning stops on the counter, where a girl with short, platinium hair and -what you guess is- the eighty percent of her body inked. Face included. She's been looking at you, a smirk tugging at her lips. Her tone is amused when she speaks
"Hi." she says. "You can come closer, you know? We don't bite."
Great. As if you couldn't feel more out of place, apparently you also couldn't look more out of place.
"Sorry." you gulp as you walk forward. "It's my first time doing anything like this."
She laughs this time, but it's not mean. It's not mocking, thank God, and the smile she sends you is as warm as the weather, friendly, luckily helping you calm down a bit. "A virgin, huh? JK's gonna love this." your eyes jump in surprise, but she's fast to wave her hands in front of you. "Just a joke. So, first time getting a tattoo. You have something in mind, honey?"
"Um, no. Not a tattoo. Not yet, I think." you wet your lips, regretting not reaplying chapstick before stepping inside. "A piercing."
"Oh! Cool!" she claps her hands, too excited for your own taste, pulling from under the counter a catalogue. "So, where will it be? Cartilogue? Nose? A lot of people are getting their septums pierced right now, though, so you might-"
"Nipples. Like, one of them."
Her gaze finds yours in surprise, although her face swiftly transforms again into an amiable expression. "Now, that's badass. Alright!" she skims through the pages of the catalogue until she finds the nipple piercing collection. You scratch your head before wiping your forehead sweat-free. "You can pick either barbells or hoops, although barbells heal faster and they don't move around as much. There's different kinds of metal, too. Gold or platinium. If your skin is sensitive, I recommend titanium. It's hypoallergenic and not as problematic."
The blonde keeps talking as you nod your head, a smile making its way into your face while silently thanking her for her easygoing personality. It quickly makes you feel comfortable and stupid for being so terrified of doing this.
Once you decide, settle on the cost and sign the papers, she stands up from the stool she'd been sitting on. "Ok, I'll go tell my coworker. He's been sketching tattoos all morning, it's time he gets to work!" she laughs, but suddenly your smile banishes and your throat shuts down.
"He?" your alarmed tone halts her motions and she looks back at your frightened expression.
He? A he is going to pierce your nipple? You're about to let a random stranger, a HE, see and touch one of your boobs and then pierce a needle through one of your nipples?
"Oh, baby, don't worry. I'd do it myself if I knew how to, but I only do tattoos. Most of our staff are on summer vacation so it's mostly just him and I. If you don't feel comfortable, which is totally understandable, you can wait until september when Minzy comes back and she can do it for you." It's her turn to scratch the back of her head as she adds: "but trust me, we're professionals. He's not a creep or anything like that. He's been doing this for a long time. He won't cross any boundaries."
September? You won't even be here in september. Fuck.
Sure, you could do it when you move back into the city. But this summer was supossed to be the summer. You already decided after your breakup with Adam that there would be no trace of the old you. That it was time to push yourself, to do the things that you've always wanted to do, unapologetically. To find the new you, the real you. To stop being scared.
So after going through you options for a few seconds and taking a deep breath, you make up your mind.
"It's fine. I can do it."
"JK, sweetheart!"
Jungkook is finishing drawing a Chinese dragon when Mijoo opens the door without knocking. Again. He puts the pen down, rubbing his eyes. It's monday, a slow monday, not much work, and he had hoped it would stay that way until closing time. It's summer and Jungkook hates summer. He hates the heat, he hates being drenched in sweat, and he hates the fact that he can do nothing about it. Because working in the summer is terrible. Summer makes him lazy, makes him want to bathe in a tub full of iced water and not get out until he turns into a raisin and october comes. It makes him irritable. Summer makes him annoyed by people -like Mijoo, even if he loves her to death- and himself.
"I got a girl here who wants a nipple piercing, her first piercing by the way, so get your shit ready and bla bla bla. Straight titanium barbell. Also, don't flirt and don't be creepy. She almost ran away when I told her a male was going to be touching and piercing her tit, be mindful of that. She's too cute, if you want to get her number you should wait until it's done. I think that's it. I'll bring her in in a minute."
Mijoo leaves as fast as she talks, but Jungkook is already used to it. He's already used to the headaches her mouth causes too. He sighs before standing up, tying his too-long raven hair into the best bun he can manage. He washes his hands, sets the table up, sits on the chair and puts the gloves on. He's too busy sterilizing the jewerly when Mijoo comes back with you.
"Alright, my babies. I'll leave you to it." she turns to you. "He'll explain everything, from how the process will be to how to take care of it after it's done." she leaves before saying bye, closing the door behind her, and then he finally turns to you.
Your eyes meet and suddenly everything stops. He almost drops the sterilizing machine, his whole body tensing, going into panic mode as he recognizes you immediatly. His hands shake.
Of course he does. Of course he recognizes his high school crush. The too goody two shoes, too pretentious and too rich, too good for everybody and, most importantly, 'too good for Jeon Jungkook' girl of his high school dreams. Of course he recognizes the girl he had confessed his stupid crush to when he was sixteen. Of course he recognizes the girl who rejected and broke his young and foolish heart when he was a dumb teenager.
It doesn't matter that six years have passed ever since. He still knows every lock of your hair like the palm of his hand. He still remembers the shape of your lips and the exact shade of your eyes. He can still identify the body he fantasized about -and jacked off to- when he was a hormonal teen, now filled in all the right places. Now a grown woman.
Just one look at you after years and years of pining is enough to almost make him faint. And grow a boner under his jeans.
And by the look on your face, your eyes wide and your mouth agape, you recognize him as well.
He schools his features and clears his throat. Forces his body to relax and compose himself, because he's not a teenager anymore. He's also a grown man, who has matured, who now has much more experience with women than he did back then. He had already embarrased himself enough when he was sixteen to be doing it all over again. You're just another attractive girl in a sea of attractive women.
He turns to you. You still haven't said anything. Neither has he.
"Um, you can sit on the table." he manages, motioning to the set up in front of him. He watches you taking doubtful steps until you're sitting down, your eyes avoiding his gaze. He almost forgot you were here to get pierced. Holy shit, you were here to get pierced. To get your nipple pierced.
You're a professional, Jungkook. You can do this, Jungkook. You've seen boobs before, Jungkook. You've pierced nipples before, Jungkook.
Clearing his throat again and forcing his hands to stay by his side, he speaks. "The... The top." your gaze finds his, like a puppy about to get scolded. You look at your top, realization dawning on you. "You don't have to take it off. You can just pull it down."
So you do, pulling the straps of the white tank top down and dragging the fabric down with trembling fingers. No bra. Jungkook gulps as your breasts comes into vision. As perfect as he had imagined years ago. His cock twitches. Round, full, perky and so damn inviting he has to hold himself back from latching onto one nipple with his mouth around it and swirling his tongue over the nub until you're a pretty, moaning, little mess on his piercing tabl-
He closes his eyes for just a second before reminding himself to act like the 23 year old Jungkook he's tried so hard to become. The confident, assured Jungkook he is.
"Okay, this is how it'll go. First I'll clean it and scrub it to get rid of any bacteria." he's so glad he hasn't stuttered yet. 23 year old Jungkook doesn't stutter like 17 year old Jungkook. He's also glad he can pick the alcohol bottle and the surgical scrub without trembling. When he faces you again, you're watching his motions with your lip caught between your teeth. That has him swallowing the lump in his throat.
Making eye contact with him again, you take a deep breath and offer a small nod, so he gets to work. He can show you and himself he's a grown man. A grown man who can pierce a nipple without appearing like it's the first time he's seen a boob in his life. The sooner he does it, the sooner it's over.
Jungkook wets the paper towel with alcohol before carefully wiping over your nub with it. Your back arches, probably from the cold feeling, he guesses. He rubs it a few times before throwing it in the trash can nearby. He avoids looking at how enticing the soft peak is salluting him when he reaches for the marker. He doesn't say anything when he dots it with it, jaw clenched and his dick painfully stiff.
"Lay back." his voice low as he commands, turning away to get the clamp. When he slides closer, he tries to ignore the view: you, with your hair sprawled and your sweaty, shiny skin and your eyes focused on the cieling, nipple fully erect, like the star of one of his most erotic dreams. He extends his free gloved hand before he can stop himself, fingers carefully working the nub until he's sure it's painfully hard. Almost as hard as he is.
You gasp, your back arching again. He stills and looks at you, your cheeks flushed pink. Probably from the heat, he guesses again. Or at least that's what he tells himself. He can't stop himself from wondering how responsive would you be in a different setting, most likely his bed while his teeth play with your breast and his cock dives into-
"You okay?" he studies your face, your eyes not meeting his and instead still focusing on the white ceiling.
"Mhm." you reply with a small voice.
"Relax, alright? It'll be over soon." his voice is as gentle as he can, his fingers mindlessly caressing your breast to try to soothe your nerves. Or maybe it's just because he's a selfish bastard. Whatever it is, he forces himself to bring the clamp to your nipple, securing it around it.
"Take a few deep breaths. This will only take a second of pain and then it will go away." He misses the way your mouth falls open, but he doesn't miss the way your eyes squeeze tight as the needle goes in.
"Ah!" he definitely doesn't miss that either. He goes rigid for a second, because that didn't fucking sound like a cry of painfulness. It's breathy, and whiny, not too loud and, for fucks sake, if that's how you sound when you're getting fucked, he swears to God-
He feels your heartbeat under his hands when he puts the barbell in and then the bandage over it. He takes a look at you, chest moving up and down. And then you take a look at him and what he sees is almost enough to take you right there.
Reddened cheeks, drops of sweat framing your face and those eyes glazed with something he's seen too much in the women he's fucked throughout his life. They're half lidded, mascara adorning your long lashes and almost smudged, looking right through him.
"Jungkook..." and your voice, as you say his name -acknowledging him for the first time since you stepped into his shop, for the first time since you were sixteen-, it's hoarse, almost inaudible, like you just came all over his-
He's on his feet in an instant like he's been burned. "It may bleed for the first week, and it can be really sore. The swelling will eventually come down." he's quickly tidying up the table, a bottle in his hand that he hands to you without looking directly. "Wash it gently with this soap and warm water once per day. Don't touch it. Wear a comfortable...bra. If it gets crusty, clean it with saline. Not alcohol or any other thing you might clean a wound with. The soap I just gave you or saline. Nothing else."
He's pacing around the room as he takes his gloves off and throws them in the trash bin, too agressively maybe, then he keeps rambling, like he's hurriedly trying to make you leave as soon as possible. "Avoid pools and the sea. It takes about six months to a year to heal, so don't... don't touch it, don't play with it or..." he clears his throat, "don't let anyone else play with it. And if it gets infected, come back immediately and I'll take a look at it." which he honestly hopes it won't happen. When he faces you, your top is back on and you're getting off the table.
"Alright, um...I'll do that." clearing your throat, your hand gripping the doorknob. "Thank you."
But right before you can exit the room, Jungkook says your name.
"_____." when you turn around to face him, it takes a few seconds for him to make eye contact from across the room. "It was good to see you."
"Let me see!"
It's the first thing Chaelin says when she opens the door to her appartment. It's on the second floor, small enough to compare it to most expensive appartments you'd stayed in throughout your life, but big enough for Chaelin, her cat and her -impressive- collection of acrylic nail kits and pairs of high heels. It's also big enough for her to offer you the only guest room until summer is over so you didn't have to, one, stay at your parents' place, and two, find an appartment in a short period of time for a short period of time.
When you left years ago, you did so with the thought of 'never looking back'. You never really expected to return here, of all places. Maybe visit your best friend for a weekend at most, have dinner with your parents on a saturday and then go back to the new life you'd made for yourself on a sunday.
But that was before you'd caught Adam cheating.
Tale as old as time: childhood sweethearts get engaged, move in together, son of a bitch sleeps with the assistand he told his girlfriend not to worry about, and then the brokenhearted girl packs her bags and leaves the cheating bastard begging for her to come back.
You'd be lying if you said you were surprised.
Throughout your life, you'd learned to expect many things, regardless of being sheltered and babied by your family since you were born. Watched too much Maury and Dr.Phil. Too much Gossip Girl to know what the deal with life really is.
So, thankfully, you'd only shed a few tears, mostly because your ego and self steem were slightly triggered. You'd realize long before that your feelings for Adam started to disappear once he popped the question and you said yes. Your love story began as teenagers but soon after graduating, the two of you went on different paths: you'd matured, grown into your twenties while he got stuck at 17 and never stopped acting as such.
So yeah, whatever, break ups are hard. But they're not as hard when the love is gone and the sole reason to stay with your partner is to please your parents. You were also right when you expected your mom to tell you to 'forgive and forget' because 'those things just happen, it's not a big deal, honey'.
But above all things, the last thing you expected to happen when you came back was to show your tits and get pierced by none other than motherfucking Jeon Jungkook.
Jeon Jungkook. Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.
The lanky nerd with braces, glasses and an anime obsession much bigger than his hentai obsession, which is saying a lot. The shy, awkward classmate who'd stuttered his undying crush for you when you were just kids. That one who you had rudely rejected like the bitch you used to be in high school.
But my God, Jeon Jungkook was anything but a kid now.
You were shocked. You were gagged. Couldn't seem to fathom what was happening and what your eyes were seeing. It took you a while to close your mouth when you realized JK was Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.
With messy black hair, a smoldering gaze free of glasses, piercings adorning both ears, and his right eyebrow,, the braces long gone showing perfectly straight - but still bunny like- teeth. The clothes he wore were loose, all black, but it was impossible not to notice the muscles of his back and arms, covered with tattoos from his hands to his forearms. You'd bet there were more of them underneath the fabric.
It was awkward at first. You didn't know what to do, or what to say. Didn't know if he rememberd you. So you chose to stay quiet while your body chose to react like it had never been in the presence of an attractive young man in it's entire life.
And oh, did it react.
He was reluctant, his old timid demeanor peeking through his newly adopted persona. But as soon as those hands came in contact with your skin, your whole body was lit on fire. Like you were 16 and losing your virginity over again and it was the first time a dude touched your boobs.
There shouldn't have been anything erotic about it -besides the fact that your entire breasts were exposed-, it should've been just a professional procedure. But those gloved fingers touched and pinched and suddenly you were too aware of Jeon Jungkook and the way you were starting to sweat profously, not due to the heat of the season.
You tried to distract yourself by looking at the cieling and not at his gorgeous face. Tried to avoid thinking about Jeon Jungkook and how his mouth would feel wrapped around you. Tried not to think about the way your panties were a second skin to your folds, and how tempted you were to grind your hips until you recieved some sort of friction with the jean fabric of your shorts. You wonder if he noticed you squeezing your thighs together. You hope not.
And then the needle happened. You never thought of yourself as a particularly kinky person. Sex with Adam was boring for the most part and you'd lost your libido for a long time. Stopped thinking about sex altogether. But the pain. The pain mixed with his hand rubbing soothing circles on your breast and his voice, as sweet as honey, guiding you through it. It made you reconsider a lot of things you'd once dismissed as 'weird' or 'deviant'
You swear you almost came right on his table.
And then your eyes connected, you made the mistake of calling his name like a satisfied woman who still needed more, and it was all gone. He stood up like a scared cat, gave you a bunch of explanations about the aftercare that you barely grasped without even looking at you and pretty much rushed you to leave.
So you walked, all the way from the tattoo parlor to Chaelin's appartment, mortified, and completely humilliated.
"Are you gonna let me see or not?" your friend says expectantly as you finally sit down after chugging a glass of iced water. You sigh, placing the glass on the table before carefully pulling down your top. "Oh my God, it looks so cool!" she gasps and you can't help a smile while she studies it in amazement. "Did it hurt?"
"Um, I guess." you keep out the part where you almost orgasmed, obviously, stopping her hand from touching when she reaches towards you. "Wait, no. He said something about not touching it for like six months or a year, I don't remember."
At that, Chaelin's eyebrows quirk up. "He? It was a he? Was he cute, at least?"
"You won't believe this..." looking away for a few seconds, you take a deep breath. "It was Jeon Jungkook."
There's a pause, a silence that fills the room when Chaelin's jaw drops. "Jeon Jungkook...pierced your nipple?"
You close your eyes, bracing yourself for what you're a hundred percent sure is coming.
"Ha..." there it is. "Ha ha..." you still know there's more. "Ha ha ha..."
Chaelin laughs hysterically for about God knows how long, while you keep drinking your glass of water unfaced, your mind drifting back to Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie, his tattoos and his stupid gloved hands.
You know he's here.
Everything was cool, you were doing alright, having a great time with your vodka sprite in hand and your cute white bikini on. Chaelin was by your side, the guys were excited to have you back and thankfully, you'd avoided most questions about Adam and they'd avoided digging too deep into the topic. You'd sunbathed the whole afternoon, kept away from the water like he'd told you and ate the Hawaiian pizza Yoongi insisted on ordering despite Namjoon's and Jimin's complaints.
It's at night, when you're a little tipsy and your cheeks are flushed, that you feel it. You'd barely noticed Taehyung disappearing to let in a new guest.
You don't see him, but you feel him.
You're sitting on the pool tile steps, legs dangling and the water baely reaching your belly to make sure it doesn't touch your very sensitive and newly pierced nipple. Your back is facing the sliding glass doors of Hoseok's house, but the moment you hear his voice, smooth but animated as he converses with Taehyung, your body wakes up immediately, back straightening, goosebumps forming on your arms and nipples tightening against the fabric of your two piece.
You don't turn around, instead opting for downing the remaining of your drink and coming to the realization that, of course, Taehyung, social butterfly who'd always got along with everybody and remained friends with most people from high school, still keeps in touch with Jungkook.
You ignore him when he enters the pool, still peering from the corner of your eyes while pretending to be engaged in Chaelin's and Jihyo's conversation. Your mind sabotages you by taking you to that day a week ago at the tattoo parlor.
To the warmth of his hand, to the few strands of hair that his small ponytail couldn't keep together, to the way his eyes focused on such an intimate part of your body, to the endless ink decorating his skin, to-
Great. Now your bottoms are wet and not due to the water.
You don't miss Chaelin supressing a laugh and her not so subtle elbowing. You glance at her in warning and try to keep calm for the next fifteen minutes until Jin proposes moving to the living room to watch a movie.
"I'm gonna stay here for a little longer, guys." you say, after clearing your throat. You needed some time to gather yourself before being in a confined space with Jungkook.
"Are you sure?" Jin stops by your side to place a hand on your shoulder as everybody starts exiting the pool. "It's Mean Girls! You love Mean Girls! You never miss a minute of Mean Girls!"
Rolling your eyes, you wave him dismissively. "I know every dialogue on Mean Girls like the back of my hand, I think I'll be alright, Jin."
When everybody finally leaves, you take a deep breath, covering your face with your hands in an attempt to get him out of your head. Damn Jeon Jungkook and his irresisitble glow up.
"You okay?"
The unexpected voice startles you, a gasp finding its way out of your mouth and causing you to jump on your seat, heartbeat erratic as you instantly recognize who it belongs to. Your hand grasps your chest as if that would do anything to protect yourself against him.
"Shit, don't do that!" you say, the words almost getting stuck in your throat as you see him approaching you, still submerged in the pool. The more he nears you, the less water depth there is and the more visible his torso comes into view. Wich was exactly what you'd been avoiding.
Because Jeon Jungkook was ripped, as you'd imagined when you first encountered him.
Broad shoulders and strong biceps and chiseled abs and veiny forearms. Drenched hair, a full sleeve of tattoos and water dripping from delicious tan skin and all just so very hard. That paired up with a loopsided smile that does nothing but make you shudder.
"Sorry." he doesn't sound apologetic at all when he says that, the smirk adorning his features telling. "You just seemed a little off." you advert your gaze when he pushes his hair back.
"I'm fine, just...just wanted to be by myself."
"Oh" Jungkook's smile disappears. "I can leave, if you want me t-"
"No!" you're not sure where that comes from and neither does he, judging by the look on his face when your eyes find his. Eyebrows raised and mouth slightly parted, he's as surprised as you and there's an awkward silence for a few seconds. "Um, you don't have to. I mean, it's not my house, you can do whatever you want." you sniff and tame your voice, trying to seem cool and collected like you didn't just practically beg him not to go.
Ironic, considering this was exactly what you had been fearing for the past thirty minutes.
And then he smiles. A knowing smile. A smile that says 'you just totally checked me out and now you don't want me to leave'. A smile that you would have never associated with Jeon Jungkook of all people years ago. A smile that makes you want to look away but still keeps you in place.
"Sure." he says, closing the space between the two of you slowly but still leaving enough distance. "So, how's it going?"
You clear your throat, head high and determined not to let this man, or any man for that matter, turn you into a trembling mess. You're still you and you're not easily shaken by the opposite sex. Or at least that's what you helplessly chant in your head.
"Everything's cool. I'm on summer vacation now," a little white lie, "so I decided to-"
"The piercing." he says, the smile never leaving his face. "I meant how's the piercing."
"The pier- right." you almost miss the step he takes forward, all too aware of his height over yours but thankful for the centimeters that being propped on the stairs added to yours. "It's-" you almost, almost miss his knee touching your knee and him slightly separating your legs with his own inch by inch. Or how your thighs open unvoluntarely to welcome him in and how you can barely find coherent words to speak. "It's doing-" or the way his smile disappears and is instead focusing his dark stare fully onto yours.
"It's doing well." you finally say in a whisper, not being able to bring yourself to be louder.
He hums. "May I see it?" Jungkook wets his lips with the tip of his tongue and the action and his voice is enough to make you nod your head, bewitched.
His movements are unhurried, his hand coming up to tentatively come in contact with the flesh of your clavicle. His fingers skim through your skin upwards, his touch is feather-like when it wraps around your throat. You pant, and he stops but he doesn't move away, his eyes still focused on yours, studying you, daring you to pull back, to tell him to back off. But just a simple touch of his and you're fully under his control. It reminds you too much of the day you got that damn piercing.
Your lips are parted and for a moment he stays just like that. His body so close to yours but not close enough, and his hand slightly gripping your neck. Your pussy clenches around nothing and you can't wrap your head around the fact that something so simple sets your entire being alive and leaves you aching.
Then, as slow as he started, his hand travels from the front of your neck to the back, pushing your hair aside to carefully untie the straps of your bikini. He breathes through his nostrils, doesn't make a sound. He seems so collected it's starting to annoy you.
Instead, your breathing is ragged when the top falls down, exposing both your breasts to him. That's when he removes his eyes from yours and his jaw clenches. Your nipples perk up under his gaze, like they remember him and the effect he had on them just a week ago. You're at least glad you're not the only one affected but he seems to be a master at keeping it under wraps.
Then, his hand moves again, leaving goosebumps on your skin as it goes south. Jungkook takes his time, so deliberate you want to scream, until he's cupping your pierced breast, keeping away from the nipple just like he'd advised you a few days prior. You can't look away from his face, from his eyes observing you like you're a full course meal and he's been starving for days. You feel drops of water falling from his hair to your thighs, his thumb caressing your skin so delicately as it faintly nears your still tender nipple. Just nearing it, never touching it.
"Beautiful." his murmur is almost imperceptible and for a moment you think you've imagined it. Your back arches on its own, breast pushed against the palm of his hand, almost like your body is begging him to come closer, to touch you more, to feel you all over. He meets your eyes briefly, gauging your reaction, before going back to your chest. Suddenly, the grip on your breast tightens, fingers ever so softly squeezing your flesh. From your throat comes a mewl, your eyes shut and your legs close around his waist.
"Jungkook, please..." you whisper when you open your eyes. He looks at you, unvertainty written all over his face, lips bruised as if he had been biting on them too hard, gaze as glassy as yours. And just like that, the spell is broken. He blinks and his expression changes completely. Lips forming a straight line and jaw tight. His hand retracts, fixing your bikini top over your breasts before tying it around your neck like it originally was. Meanwhile your eyebrows crunch in confusion. But when you're about to start asking questions, he clears his throat.
"It's healing okay." he steps back, avoiding your eyes. "I'll see you inside."
Jungkook leaves the pool like nothing happened.
Jungkook is fiddling, fixing the position of his glasses and combing through his straight hair with shaky hands, habits he's tried so hard to get rid of in his sixteen years of existence but still finds impossible to.
He can't help it. He's always been like this: the quiet and awkward kid in class who sits in the back, a misunderstood puppy in a sea of stronger dog breeds that could eat him alive. An outcast. Too geeky for his own good. Notebokes full of Dragon Ball doodles on the margins of the pages, the shelves in his room stacked with Marvel figurines, and a closet filled with outdated clothes that he has been inheriting from his older brother.
He has never been the type to stand out, always being overlooked by people like he's invisible. He doesn't mind though. He'd much rather be ignored than getting picked on by bullies like he used to in elementary school.
He never gets invited to parties. Ever. He's a nobody who barely speaks, and when he does he either stutters or manages to embarrass himself in one way or another. He's seen the look on people's faces when they look at him. Their eyes seem to scream 'weirdo' everytime he gets acknowledged.
So obviously the only reason he was invited to this particular party had a first and last name: Kim Taehyung. The only kid in Jungkook's entire life who didn't look at him in a funny way, the only kid who took the time to entangle in a random conversation with him after class and who seemed geniune enough to make Jungkook feel comfortable.
He's not sure how it happened, since Taehyung mostly hangs out with the cool kids. But somehow it did, and now Jungkook is uncomfortably standing in a living room full of drunk teens, looking directly at you.
You, the one girl Jungkook had been pining on for God knows how long. You, who are obviously too pretty, too popular, and way out of his league. You, with your plaid skirt and your polo shirt and those legs that never seem to end. You, who are sitting with your friends in a couch, drink in hand and visibly tipsy. And yet, he doesn't think he's ever seen anyone pull of the 'drunk-rosy-cheek' look better than you.
He can hear your laugh through the music and he already thinks it sounds better than whoever is playing in the background.
"Come on, Gukkie! Her friends are leaving and she's all by herself now! It's your chance" Taehyung's obviously drunk too because it took Jungkook a while to decypher his exact words. He'd disappeared for a while and now that he's back, he's pushing Jungkook in your direction.
"This was a mistake, Taehyung." Jungkook shakes his hair and steps back, quickly glancing at the front door to prepare his escape. But his new friend's grip on his hoodie keeps him in place.
"Guk, listen. The only thing you have to do, is walk up to her, and say 'hey I think you're, like, really pretty. Just letting you know. Bye!' That's it. Jung- Dude, Guk, seriously, look at me." Taehyung grabs Jungkook's cheeks, squishing them between his hands and forceing him to face him. "You've been crushing hard on her for years, my man. We're graduating and you won't see each other again. What's the worst thing that can happen? Getting rejected?"
Jungkook's eyebrows draw together. "Um, yeah?"
"Exactly! Getting rejected is not the end of the world, bro! It just means keep trying on other girls!" Taehyung releases his hold on Jungkook's cheeks. "I just think you're going to regret not telling your crush she's your crush. Who knows? Maybe in the future you two will get married."
Jungkook snickers, muttering a 'yeah right' under his breath. Still, he can't help the smile that Taehyung's words always seem to pull out of him.
"Now," Taehyung playfully slaps Jungkook before turning him in your direction again. "Go get 'em, tiger!"
"Okay," Mijoo's voice slices through Jungkook's memories. She's sitting on Jungkook's desk, munching on her brownies and looking at her coworker expectantly. "And then what?"
He sighs, running a hand through his hair, sits back on his chair, already feeling the effects of Mijoo's baked goods. "And then I walked up to her, like a damn fool, stutter and all. And I say:" he clears his throat, making an effort to do his best teenage Gukkie impression."'Hey, _____, um, so, I think you're beautiful and I've had a crush on you since seventh grade, haha, just wanted to let you know.'"
Mijoo rolls her eyes, still chewing. "And then what?"
"And then she looked me up and down, giggled, fucking giggled, Mijoo, and said 'Who are you, again?'" Mijoo gasps and Jungkook closes his eyes, trying to force that recollecion out of his head.
"What a bitch." she can't help but laugh before apologizing. Jungkook merely shrugs his shoulders and takes another bite of his brownie. "She didn't say anything else?"
"She said something along the lines of:" he clears his throat again, this time, doing an impression of you. "'That's sweet and all but, you and I... we're not the same. And I have a boyfriend, so...' She said that like I didn't know, like I wasn't aware of the school's it couple! Like I was dumb!"
Mijoo nods. "And now you want to fuck her even more than you did in high school."
"I- No! Well, yes. Fuck, of course I want to sleep with her! But I just... can't."
"Why not?"
"Did you hear anything about what I just told you or were you too concentrated trying to get high?"
It's Mijoo's turn to roll her eyes. "I heard everything you just told me. I just don't understand what the problem is. You two were sixteen. Sure, she was a bitch about it, but Lord knows I've been a bitch my entire life and now I'm not anymore." Jungkook raises an eyebrow at that. "Okay, sometimes I can be nice. But the point is..." Mijoo finishes her piece of brownie before getting off of Jungkook's desk. "It's been, what? Nine? Ten years? People change, JK. You're the best example of that. You want to fuck her and she obviously wants to fuck you too. You're both adults." she wipes her hands on her shorts. "I think it's time you fulfill that high school fantasy of yours."
You've made up your mind.
And by you, it means Chaelin has made up your mind.
It didn't take long to convince you though. That last interaction with Jungkook cause too many emotions stirring within you. It left you hot, it left you bothered, it left you confused. Sure, it also left you a little bit embarrassed like the first time, but above everything else, that interaction with Jungkook left you absolutely livid.
Because who the fuck did Jeon Jungkook, formerly known as Guk, Gukkie, Jungukkie, and currently known as JK, think he was to come near you, speed your heart rate's up, and then runaway like that?
You've spent days thinking about it. About that face, about that body, about those hands and- shit. You're doing it again.
You've spent days trying to push those intrusive thoughts. Spent days trying to bury what happened. You've spent days trying to keep quiet, not telling anyone about it and just wishing that stupid spark of desire simply went away.
But it has just been simply unavoidable. You haven't been able to ignore the sleepless nights with your brain drifting back to that night and forbidding your hand from slipping under your panties. Or the excessive amount of time during the day where images of him suddenly popped in your head and wouldn't go away, even with you squeezing your thighs to try to make the ache go away.
So you ended up ranting and ranting and ranting to the only person you could confide on, who is obviously your best friend. Your best friend, who's too smart for her own good and knows you too well for your liking. Because apparently your moodiness and snappy remarks couldn't go unnoticed.
And after explaining the fiasco over a bottle of wine -and minutes of endless laughing on Chaelin's part because, again, it's Gukkie you two were talking about and, according to her, this was "the most karmic thing I've ever seen"-, she gave you the best advice an older sister could ever give.
"Fuck him."
"I know right? Fuck him!"
"No. I mean, fuck him."
And now here you are. Right inside that room you stepped in weeks ago, confronting the man in question with the same confidence that has always distinguished you from others and trying to act like the fluttering inside your belly wasn't nauseauting.
"A date."
"You want to go on a date with me." this wouldn't be so hard if Jungkook didn't look so delectable in a plain white t-shirt and ripped jeans. You cross your arms over your chest, doing your best to not look down at the exposed skin of a man who obviously worked out a lot and apparently, never skipped leg day. "What's the catch?"
He's sitting on his chair, back resting comfortably and legs spread, narrowing his eyes at you and probably wondering why the girl at the front desk let you in without an appointment. Also, probably wondering if there was a catch to all of this.
"There's no catch. I just want to go to the fair this weekend. I'll ask Taehyung for your number and text you the date and the exact place we'll be meeting. Unless..." your quirk one of your eyebrows. "Unless you're already planning on how you'll chicken out this time."
Of course, Jungkook says yes to going on a date with his high school crush but spends the following days overthinking every single thing.
He can't help but feel like it's kinda sketchy. What if you're planning your vendetta on him? What if you don't even show up and he ends up there looking like a damn idiot? What if you hate him and are just messing up with him? What if that incident in high school is going to repeat itself?
"If she doesn't show up, you simply move on and never speak to her again. It's that simple. She can't have that much power over you to cry about something like that." Mijoo had said that same day she let you in the tattoo parlor after you'd asked to see Jungkook. Jungkook's coworker hadn't even question you and just motioned you to Jungkook's room with a knowing smile on her face. Later that day, Jungkook had scolded her about it and she'd simply shrugged.
He considers cancelling, eyes reading the 'won't be able to make it, sorry (sad face emoji)' over and over again and fingers hovering over the send button so many times he's lost count. But then he remembers that comment of yours about him chickening out and Jungkook starts seeing red.
How couldn't you understand he's just terrified of you rejecting him one more time? Sure, Jungkook is now an adult who doesn't get butthurt over stuff like that. He's experienced too much after graduating from high school and he's a much stronger individual than his fragile self back was back then.
But something about you just makes him feel so... weak.
He still finds it impossible to concieve where he got the courage to approach you like that at Taehyung's pool, or how he brought himself to touch you for longer than a minute without coming in his pants. He'd enjoyed it too much. Allowing him to see you so exposed, just for him. He'd be so tempted to kiss you right there and then, to run his hands up and down your thighs and fully wrap your legs around him to let you known how much you'd affected him. Once you called his name, it was like he'd finally snapped out of it and backed away like he'd been burned by you. He spent the next twenty minutes trying to keep himself from pulling down his pants and jerking off in his friend's bathroom.
It's terrible. Because he feels like the teenager he used to be when you're around. Shy, insecure and overall a mess. You showing up in his life after so many years and now apparenly being interested in him seems like a dream that he's not sure he wants to keep being in or wake up from before it's too late and he falls back into that tumoltuous longing that will inevitably end up in heartbreak. His heartbreak.
It's saturday night, he's standing by himself in the crowded fair at the spot. You're fifteen minutes late and he's already about to turn back and dip out. He feels too awkward and the nerves are eating him alive.
You're not going to show up. You're not going to show up and now he feels and looks even dumber than the time he told you he was crushing on you. You're not even going to show up and now he's going to come back home, get drunk by himself and curse your name for-
"Hey!" he turns around to the sound of your voice and sees you running towards him. "Sorry I'm late! I couldn't find my phone and spent like thirty minutes looking for it. Turns out, Sharon Stone, was taking a nap on top of it and I didn't even notice."
"Sharon Stone?"
"Chaelin's cat."
To be honest, he's too surprised to process your explanation right away. He might also be a little speechless because that sky blue sundress looks too good on your skin and your eyelashes are so long, framing your beautiful eyes, and your lips are all glossy and kisseable that it takes him a while to find his own voice.
He clears his throat. "It's alright." scratching the back of his head, he momentarely adverts his gaze from you in an attempt to not get distracted by how soft your hair looks and how much he wants to wrap it around his hands in a ponytail. "Um, where do you want to go first?"
Almost an hour and a half later, when the sun has already disappeared and you're both surrounded by colorful lights, Jungkook decides to buy the both of you hot dogs and a drink and you both settle down on a bench.
You've been walking all over the fair, going from booth to booth, playing any game in sight Jungkook dared you to -he obviously had a competitive streak-: from the ballon and dart games, to the shooting games, to the bumping cars, to the ball-in-basket one. To say you were having fun was an understatement.
You'd almost regretted setting the date up. You were sure he wouldn't even show up and if he did, you were scared of how awkward things could get between the two of you. And if things were awkward, you were sure it would only take less than thirty minutes for the both of you to part ways and never talk again about such failure of a date.
To your surprise, none of that happened.
The conversation was flowing, both of you acting like you were strangers on their first date getting to know each other, which, to be fair, that's exactly what it felt like. There was a slight banter, teasing each other when one of you lost in whatever game you were playing while the other was obviously winning. There were laughs and a funny feeling in your tummy whenever you'd walk side by side and his arm brushed yours.
There was no stiffness on his shoulders, no mention of the past or your previous encounters, no acknowledgement of the blatant sexual tension you'd experienced before, not an ounce of avoidance whenever your eyes met his and he was even sure of himself enough to place a hand on your lower back or briefly interwine your fingers with his to guide you through the mass of people.
It felt like you'd both unspokenly agreed on making each other feel comfortable enough to have a good time.
"I didn't think you were going to show up, to be honest." you suddenly say, taking a sip of your strawberry juice and thankful to finally let your feet rest for a while.
Jungkook looks at you, hot dog mid air and eyebrows almost disappearing into his hairline. "You didn't think I was going to show up? I didn't think you were going to show up." you simply shrug, lowering your gaze seepishly, the beginning of a smile on both your faces. He surprises you by tilting your head in his direction with his forefinger. You watch him watching you, a little dazed, a little lost in how his dark hair messily falls over his forehead and his equally dark eyes study your face, his thumb swiping over your lower lip. "You um... There was ketchup right there." he lies.
"Oh" you say, feeling your face heating up. "Thanks. Red doesn't really match this dress." you manage a smile and tuck a lock of your hair behind your ear.
At that, he eyes your dress for a moment, mouth slightly ajar. He's debating on whether or not to say something but you beat him to it.
"I'm sorry, by the way."
"For being late? I already told you it's fin-"
"No." you shake your head. "For... that time when we were young and I was such a concieted brat." you say, looking away , trying to find anything else that's not his pretty face. "I thought I was a queen bee back then. I was annoying and rude, specially to you. I..." you lick your lips. The cherry glittery gloss was already gone. "I thought it was cute, what you said. There was no reason for me to act like that. I know this doesn't make anything right but..." when you turn to face him again, there's still the same expression on his face. "I'm sorry."
A few seconds go by before it's him who's shaking his head. "It's okay. It was a long time ago, anyway." he smiles at you, although it doesn't reach his eyes and seems sorta forced. You sigh, and he takes your hand. "Let's go to the ferris wheel."
tell you're tense. You're sitting right beside him in the ferris cabin, your back is all straight, you're facing forward and he believes you haven't blinked for what feels like an eternity. He thinks it has everything to do with your conversation a few minutes ago. You were probably not content with his response but what could Jungkook do? There was really no point in apologizing for something that happened years ago, but at the same time, he didn't want to hold anything against you like a resentful asshole because it was really not who he was. But there was still a little bit of stingyness inside of him and he didn't know how to make it go away.
At the end of the day, here you were, on a date with him that you'd asked for, getting along and asking questions about him and laughing at his jokes and trying to start all over again.
But then the ferris wheel starts moving, and he finally understands why you look so uncomfortable.
It's the way you immediately grip his forearm, nails digging in his skin and he swears he hears the smallest gasp forcing itself out your throat.
"Are you... scared?" he tentatively asks.
You say nothing for a while, not moving an inch. He would laugh if you didn't look so pained about it.
"I don't like small confined spaces nor rollercoasters." you finally say through gritted teeth.
"It's not really that small and ferris wheels are not rollercoasters. " your nails dig deeper and he winces. "Okay, okay. You don't like small confined spaces nor rollercoasters, and that includes ferris wheels. So why didn't you tell me?"
"I don't know. I've never liked ferris wheels but you seemed excited about it, so..."
There's a silence after that in the environment, neither of you exactly sure of what to say or how to act. Until Jungkook moves one of his hands hands until it's resting on the one who's holding onto him for dear life, fingers caressing yours. The warmth of his hand spreads through yours and although it's almost July and you can already feel your sweaty back staining your dress, it's oddly comforting. What's more comforting even, is him twisting his body towards you and talking with the calmest and most soothing tone you've ever heard.
"Look at me." you do instantly, unwillingly, and kinda wish you hadn't. It's almost as if your body will do anything he says without question. Like he has some sort of power over it to just react however he wants. His eyes bore into yours and suddenly the cab doesn't seem so suffocating. "It's just you and me right now. We're not even on a ferris wheel." the corners of his mouth turn slowly upwards. You zone out the environment, suddenly too aware of him and how close he is and how loud the beating of your heart is to your own ears.
You swallow the knot in the back of your throat when he removes his hand from yours. It almost makes you protest, - now realizing you've losened the tight grip on his arm- , before it craddles your face, keeping you in place while bringing his body closer.
"You have to stop saying my name like that."
With his thigh touching your thigh, your whole demeanor melts. When he leans closer, and you feel his breath fanning over your lips, your eyes shut closed.
"Tell me I can-" he starts to say.
"Yes." you finish for him. He doesn't doubt on closing the distance between you two. His lips touch yours and your body shakes in excitement. It's just him lightly skimming your lips with his but it's already too much and at the same time, not enough. It has you deepening it, yourself moving closer when he kisses you again. It has you relaxing against him, the tenseness prior disappearing and making you arch your back when his tongue asks for permission.
But it's exactly then, the moment you open your lips to him, that has you losing your mind.
The sparks fly, traveling from your head to your toes and then settling on the pit of your stomach as soon as the kiss starts to turn desperate and rough. When he nibbles your lips with his teeth, it makes you mewl and whine and your nipples tight against the cotton of your dress. It makes the metal barbell to feel uncomfortable, slightly painful. And when he goes back to being messy and filthy with his tongue tangled with yours, your thighs close on their own.
He forces himself to pull his hand back and bring it down, finding the parting of yd opening them for him. "Wait," you say, your fingers wrapping around his forearm as you try to catch your breath."The ferris-" he shuts you up with another kiss.
"We're not on a ferris wheel." he reminds you, a soft whisper against your mouth. And for whatever reason, you believe him.
"He fingered you on the ferris wheel."
"And you came before the ride was over."
You take a small sip of wine, your eyes focusing on the TV where a rerun of the Golden Girls is playing, although, to be fair, lately you haven't been able to pay much attention to anything else but a certain brunet with doe eyes and kisseable lips. "Yes."
She hums, stealing a handful of popcorn from the bowl between your thighs.
"How long did it took? Like five minutes?"
There's a pause in which you clench your jaw, your fingers twitching around the glass in your hand, and then you answer. "Probably less."
There's another pause, and then-
"Ha...Ha ha...Ha ha ha-"
You let her laugh. It's okay. You knew you had it coming.
Chaelin knows the pillow you throw right at her face is also something she had coming.
It's not that you're mad.
Jungkook and you had a great time on that fair date, he made you laugh, bought hot dogs and drinks for the two of you and got you off inside the cab of a ferris wheel on record time with those magical, long fingers of his. Technically, there shouldn't be anything to be angry about.
Except it's been a week and you can't stop thinking about him, about wanting more, and about those words that he left you with after the ferris wheel ride ended, when you had tried to return the favor.
'Next time, maybe.'
And there hasn't been a next time.
The thought of texting him or giving him a call to ask for another date is persistent in your mind. It remains while you do the laundry or wash the dishes, while you shower, while you eat or while you spend your days at the beach with Chaelin. There's always the incessant desire to reach out towards your phone, unlock it and dial his number to beg for more.
But you'd never been one to beg, so you resist the urge everytime that feeling starts to creep up on you and it washes over you like a wave. You silence your phone and try to concentrate on making the most out of your summer.
It's one random night, when you're tiredly dragging your feet across Chaelin's apartment's carpet, yawning and ready to succumb to a well needed slumber, that you see your phone screen's lighting up with a message.
Your heart pathetically leaps inside your chest when you read his name.
'you free on saturday?'
You wish you could say you ghosted him, ignored his text and moved on with your life until it was him who begged you for another date. But the truth is you opened it in a matter of seconds and typed 'i'm free, why?' back in a rush with trembling fingers.
So now you're on the passanger seat of his car while he sits on the driver seat, the first saturday night of July, like he's Danny Zuko and you're Sandy Olsson, watching a vintage movie in a drive-in theater which plot you don't give a shit about, even if Jungkook's date plan idea made something inside of you churn with adoration.
And the only reason why you don't give a single damn about the movie playing in front of your eyes, is because you're hot. Way too hot. And the reason and cause is none other than the boy-now-turned-man sitting on your left.
You barely exchanged words when he picked you up, just rode in silence until you got to your destination and you bet he can feel as well as you do the tension in the air.
You've surveyed him a few times from the corner of his eye, noticing him fiddling with the rings around his fingers and shifting in his seat from time to time. And if the sight of his fingers bring memories that you've tried to bury to keep yourself from lunching towards him, a brief glance at his forearms, adorned with ink drawn through his golden flesh -doing a poor job at concieling the veins running underneath- and his skin-tight jeans wrapping those muscled thighs of his is enough to have you be the one squirming in your seat.
A woman can only endure so much, and you come to that realization thirty minutes into the movie.
"I want to suck your cock." you say, a stern expression on your face as you turn your body in his direction.
Jungkook frozes as your voice slides over him. It takes him a couple seconds to look at you, shock widening his eyes and parting his lips.
"Huh?" he manages, his grip on the steering wheel turning his knuckles white.
Without separating your gaze from his, you gather your hair and tie it in a ponytail with the hair tie previously around your wrist. You don't miss the quick glance he sneaks into the curvature of your neck and the valley between your breasts.
Inching forward, closing in on him, you place one of your hands on top of his thigh, the action making his whole body tense. "____..." he whispers your name in a warning that doesn't sound convincing even in his own ears.
You smile, your eyes never wavering from his as your hand inches upwards, slowly caressing over the fabric of his jeans until you finally come across what you were looking for.
His hand flies to your wrist, stilling your movements. "____, this is not-". He starts, but his voice gets stuck inside his throat when you palm his undoubtly growing erection.
"Shh." your shaky breath fans over his cheek and you force yourself on your knees on the passanger seat in a more comortable possition to stop the trembling to reach them.
You fumble with the belt holding his pants in place, then with the button and finally with the zipper. He helps you by lifting his hips to pull his jeans and boxers to his thighs and you have to bite back a mixture between a gasp and a moan at the sight below you. You haven't even seen Jeon Jungkook naked all the way, but the mere sight of his hard cock with pre-cum glistening on his crown is probably the sexiest thing you've ever had the pleasure of appreciating.
It gets sexier when you wrap your hand around the base and his body melts in the driver seat, throwing his head back with his eyes shut. It gets even sexier when you finally lower your head, swirling your tongue over the head before finally engulfing him fully in the wet warmth of your mouth.
"Shit." his voice is tight, uneven as his hand loosely grips your ponytail, as if careful not to accidentally hurt you and break the glorious moment.
Although you wouldn't mind at all. Because the moment your hands are on him, and your tongue is on his shaft, that's the only thing you care about. Your belly is twisting, an undeniable wet spot on your panties as the fabric sticks to your folds, and the more you suck Jungkook, the more you want from him. His earthy taste is addicting and the soft little whimpers he occasionally can't prevent himself from are making you want to milk him until he can't take it no more. There's this desire within you to whorship him and his cock like you had been dreaming for the past weeks.
"This is s-so fucking h-hot." he rasps between ragged breaths, the bobbing of your head, sliding up and down his dick as your hand works the centimeters your mouth can't take is about to make him faint.
"Getting a blowjob?" you joke, your throat starting to feel sore as you kiss his leaking tip.
"N-no." he draws in a rough breath when you take him all of him again. "You giving me a blowjob... T-the f-fact that anyone c-could see us..." he darts a quick glance at your body, your ass up in the air and your dress sliding down, almost exposing you completely. "The fact that-ah! Shit..." he squeezes his eyes when he feels a glob of your spit lubricating him.
There's a sudden need to make you feel the same, to touch your skin and have you shaking the same way you have him. So one of his hands travels from your spine, to your perked ass, finally dragging the cotton of your dress to allow himself to see your thin white panties. "The fact that anyone could see you l-like this," he murmurs, regaining a little bit of control when he squeezes one of your cheeks. "letting t-them see you s-sucking my cock and..." he smirks when he feels you gasping around him, his fingers trapped between your thighs and pushing them inside your heat easily "and letting them see me fingering this pretty little pussy."
Soon after that he's cumming in your mouth while you're cumming around his fingers.
At first, it's mostly on weekends when you see each other. Weekends of stolen kisses and soft sighs and whispering against each other's lips. Then weekends turn to week days, sitting on grass while sipping on refreshing beverages, drawing each other laughs, elbows touching as you walk around the park side by side because the both of you are too scared to interwine your fingers together.
Jungkook feels content like this: sitting on the sand with you between his thighs, admiring the sunset while nuzzing your neck and inhaling your scent every now. He likes waching you enoying your strawberry ice cream, almost forgetting the chocolate chip one already melting in his hand.
"If you were an ice cream flavor,which one would you be?" you ask him, relaxing against his chest.
"Rocky road."
He shrugs behind you. "Everyone likes rocky road."
You hum, playfully rolling your eyes. "What about me? Which ice cream flavor would I be?"
"Lemon sherbet, in the summer."
"Lemon sherbet? Out of all of the flavours out there, you're rocky road and I'm lemon sherbet?"
"Lemon sherbet, in the summer." he corrects.
"Okay, fine. Why?"
"You're boring and basic."
You gasp, trying to feign outrage but not being able to repress the laugh that escapes your throat. You elbow him, his laugh mixing with yours while taking the time to wrap his arms around your form, the breeze blowing your hair allowing him a spot between your neck and your shoulder. "You're boring and basic, but once you have a taste..." he presses a small kiss on your skin, causing the tiny hairs on the nape of your neck to rise. "Once you have a taste, specially on the hottest day in the middle of summer, you can't stop tasting and licking until there's no more lemon sherbet left."
You suck in on a breath when he craddles your jaw to face him. "It's been my favourite flavor since I was a kid." he kisses you immediately after, his lips swallowing the small whimper now stuck in your throat.
You close your eyes as his tongue opens your mouth, arousal blasting your insides and something much, much deeper that you fear to even name shredding your chest.
The beginning of august comes faster then you two realize, but what you both do realize is how hard it's becoming to stay away from each other.
It's been thirty days of dates happening almost everyday, sharing high school memories and anecdotes of the time you spent away from each other. Hours of getting to know each other and opening up to each other. From failed relationships to new friendships. Of park dates walking side by side and fingers now interwined because you both realized one day that, fuck it.
It's difficult to sleep when you realize you're starting to catch serious feelings for somebody who was just supposed to be a fling. It's hard to sleep when his face, his voice and his touch and thoughts of missing him when you don't see each other start haunting you at night.
It's hard for Jungkook to focus on work when you're everything that's occupying his mind. Because he has a hundred sketches to make but he's too busy thinking about the hundred different sketches he would make of you.
It's hard not to send him a goodnight text, just like it's hard for him not to reply in a matter of seconds, almost as if he was already waiting to recieve it.
Jungkook thinks of you at night. Of how pretty and absolutely perfect you are for him. Of the taste of your lips, the way your hair feels between his fingers, or the flush on your cheeks when he makes you cum as droplets of sweat accumulate between your breasts. He thinks about your voice. He also thinks about the amount of hours left to be able to listen to it again.
But mostly he thinks about how ridiculous this situation is. Because he was stupidly crushing on you when you were only teenagers, daydreaming about a chance with you. And now his crush is long gone and he's starting to realize that he's falling, and falling fast.
You, too, think of Jungkook at night. Of his ability to bring a smile out of you, to soothe you with just a few words and filling your belly excitement, happiness and feelings you're sure you've never felt before.
Jungkook's managed to imprint himself in your dreams, and you, in his.
Getting drunk with Jungkook is fun and messy.
It's fun because he lets loose, he stutters a lot like he used to do when he was a teenager and he makes you laugh louder than ever before. It's messy because he has no control over his hands as they explore your body, clumsily taking your clothes off as his mouth laps at the breast he's allowed to touch.
He's more forceful and dominating too, pinning your hands above your head, and commanding you to keep them right there, on the pillows of his bed. When you rebel against it, your fingers finding the hard planes of his chest, he pulls away from you and places them back where he left them. "Don't make me tie you up." he threatens, and your body shudders beneath him.
He sucks, and bites and leaves marks all over your skin, grunting in response to your moans. Creating a path of kisses from your lips to your stomach, his shoulders separating your knees, opening you up only for him. And thankfully, when you reach down to tug at the strands of hair framing his face, he lets you, because he knows you need something to hold on to the moment his tongue eats you up. He leaves his fingertrips on your thighs as he keeps you in place, not allowing you to runaway. Just forcing you to take it as he takes from you.
And when you cum, he doesn't back away. He keeps sucking, and licking and punishing you with his mouth until you're cumming over and ove again, screaming and begging for his cock.
Having Jungkook over you, both completely naked, skin to skin and only sweat in between is more than you could've ever fantazised about. He slurls your name when he puts the condom on. He would do anything to feel you raw, but he also knows he wouldn't be able to last a minute. The sight of you spread open, with your cheeks darkened by a crimson blush and your hair tangled all over his pillow is a picture he wants to keep forever.
He enters you when you call his name, your voice dripping with need. He stretches your warm and wet felsh, slowly easing himself into you at first, until he's fully inside and your bodies are completely in union. A shiver runs down Jungkook's spine when he looks at your contorted face in pleasure, your lips forming an 'O' and your pussy clenching around him.
"Oh, my God." you moan into the dark of Jungkook's room, and even then, he can clearly appreciate every curve of your body lifting off the mattress to connect with his. He lowers himself on his elbows on either side of your head, caging you in and capturing your mouth with his.
"I know, baby." he murmurs. It's hot, in the middle of August but suddenly Jungkook doesn't hate summer as much as he used to. Not with you sharing the heat with him. "It's way beyond what I could ever imagine." You nod hurriedly against his lips, your arms finding their way around his neck as he starts rocking in and out of you.
"It's too good." you cry, when he hits a particular spot that has you rolling your eyes in bliss and gripping his waist tighter with your legs against you. Your fingers thread through his hair, not bothered by the beads of sweat gathered on the nape of his neck.
"Too good..." he agrees, not missing the shiver that's shaking your own frame when he picks up his speed. "You have no idea what I would do t-to fucking feel you with n-no barriers between us," his movements become frantic as his hips slap against yours, his jaw clenched as he keeps talking, "to s-stuff you full of my c-cum over and over again until it won't stop d-dripping."
Jungkook's voice against your ear has you trembling and your orgasm nearing closer, your nails scratching down his back as his thrusts overpower your form. "Would you like that?" he asks with his voice strangled.
"Y-yes. Anything y-you want."
"You'd take all of my cum like a good cum-slut?"
You hate the fact that that's what makes you come undone. The twisting and knotting in the pit of your stomach finally snapping until you're holding on to him like you never want to let him go and he's following soon after.
Because if Guk, Gukkie, Jengukkie was not only able to make you come in less than a few minutes with his fingers or his tongue, but he was also able to make you cum instantly just by calling you a good cum-slut, that means you're fucked. Like, really, really fucked.
There's a knot in Jungkook's stomach and a suffocating grip around his vocal chords as he caresses your skin. The sun is rising in the distance with the first rays of light entering his room through the window. Your shamphoo is intoxicating him, numbing him and enticing him to bury his nose in the tangled curls pressing against his chest. Your arm is thrown across his stomach, your breathing leavig goosebumps all over his body.
"It's too early. Go back to sleep." you mumble against his heart. He wonders if you can feel it dangerously speeding up.
"I can't." he says, voice struggling to stay balanced. "I have to tell you something."
You hum in response, sleep still interwined with your body, your arm tightening around him. You sigh in content, expecting him to elaborate.
He wets his suddenly dry lips. "I don't want this to end. In fact, ____.... I want more. Need more."
"Jungkook..." your whole body goes rigid right away, untanglling your bodies from each other and sitting up on the mattress.
"No, listen to me." he mimicks your movements, rapidly grabbing your hands to make you look at him. His eyes are expressive, a mixture of fear and hope swirling in his dark irises. "I wake up everyday, and you're the first thing I think of. I go on about my day, and I keep thinking about you, wondering what you're doing and counting down the hours until I get to see you again. I spend every night dreaming about you, and when we'e together, the only thing I can think about is how I wish I could stop time so I don't have to say bye to you the next morning. ____, I-"
"Jungkook, stop please." you shake your head, pushing away from him and in desperate need of air. You press a hand against your chest, beating back the throb of pain while the other curls in a tight fist, the feeling of your fingernails digging into your palm less painful than the ache inside your heart. "This... This wasn't supossed to happen, Jungkook." you start pacing around the room, as if trying to find an exit while avoiding his gaze. "This was just a summer fling. That's all it was, I'm supposed to come back to the city in two weeks and-"
"A summer fling?" a sardonic sneer comes out of him. "Oh my God, I can't believe this is happening again..." he mumbles to himself before rising from the bed. You stop immediately, a shiver quaking through you as his impressive frame intimidates His eyebrows are drawn together and his dark eyes are void of any prior emotion. "You're going back to the city in two weeks? And you didn't care to tell me until now, after I just spilled my guts to you?"
You eyes fill up with uncomfortable tears, reaching one arm towards him. "Jung-"
He flinches, taking one step back. "A summer fling is all I mean to you?"
"Ju- "
"Look me in the eyes, right now, and tell me that's all I mean to you. A summer fling." panic crawls up your throat. There's the need within you to confirm, to stare into his beautiful and stern eyes and tell him that, yes, that's all he is to you. But you've never been a good liar. So nothing comes out. You opt for wrapping your ams around yourself wishing they were his and lowering your eyes to the ground. "I think... I think you should leave."
Those are the last words he says to you, and the last thing you see when you turn around one more time after gathering your clothes, is his back as he looks out the window.
You allow yourself to cry the exact moment you step into Chaelin's apartment. Your friend is sitting on the couch, bowl of cereal in hand and a fresh cup of coffee sitting on the livingroom's table.
"Hey, you're early tod- Baby, what's wrong?"
"Please, don't laugh."
That morning, you lay down for hours on the couch with your head on Chaelin's lap while she softly brushes your hair as you cry, hiccup, fight through the pain in your heart and relate to her as best as you can the latest events.
She doesn't laugh at all.
"She'll come back." Mijoo's slurred words do nothing to put Jungkook's state at ease that night. He simply shrugs, fingers clenching at his sides, frowing into his drink before gulping down the bitter taste of vodka in one shot. "Seriously, I think she's just afraid. My ex was the same."
"Comparing her to your ex is not the analogy you think it is."
"Ugh, shut up. Things didn't work with my ex because she was a bitch." Jungkook gives Mijoo a pointed look which she responds to by rolling her eyes and sipping on her rum coke. "Your girl is not a bitch. She used to be a bitch. What she did this morning was bitchy, but, like I said, she's just being a pussy. If she only wanted sex with you, she wouldn't have been doing couple stuff with you the entire summer."
"Whatever. I don't care." he lies and Mijoo knows he's lying but decides to drop the subject fo now.
"We can't keep spending our days smoking weed." Chaelin speaks over Blanche's voice on the TV.
"I know. I'm just sad."
"You have to come back and tell him how you feel."
"I know."
There's a beat of silence before your friend kicks your thigh with her feet.
"I know and I will." you mumble through red eyes and smoke clouds.
It's September first and it doesn't feel like Jungkook's birthday at all. He's been trying to focus on his work, alternating between isolating in full hermit mode and hanging out with friends to drink away his sorrow. The days have gone by and before he could realize it, he woke up today with over twenty text messages wishing him a happy day and a throbbing hangover.
He dresses up on autopilot. First a cotton shirt, then a pair of jeans and lastly, his Nike's. He doesn't bother tying his sneakers just like he doesn't bother taking a shower. He smokes a cigarette for breakfast, the death stick making him feel nauseaus on an empty stomach. And then he goes to work.
He's been repeating the same routing for the past weeks and he's not thinking of changing it, not even on his bithday.
He spends hours drawing, tattooing and drawing some more between yawns. He ignores texts an phone calls and simply waits until the day is over to go home, go to bed and forget about the fact that you're probably on your way to the city and that he hasn't crossed your mind not even once.
You've been standing outside the shop re-reading the word for fifteen minutes, although it definitely feels like it has been longer. You're gripping cup of ice cream as it melts down your fingers the more you wait. The shop is already empty and it's starting to darken out side, and still you're so hot. Your shorts are heavy and your tank top is sticking to your skin. You didn't even bother to put on any make, although your eyebags definitely needed some concieling and your lashes some dimension to hide the fact that you'd been crying for the last few days.
'You're crazy about him.'
Chaelin's voice echoes inside your head.
You've lost count of how many times your best friend has given your advice, or simply encouraged you to do something you've been too scared to try.
'And he's cazy about you too.'
Chaelin might be wrong about marmite and the movie Cats, but she's definitely now wrong about anything regarding your and Jungkook.
That's it. You briefly close your eyes, inhale a deep breath then release it slowly. You start walking. It doesn't take longer than three strides and you're pushing the door open.
The tattoed blonde looks up from the counter the second you come into view. She smiles at the distance between you two. "You can come closer. I won't bite."
You clear your throat, stalking closer to her. "Is he-"
"He's in the back." she replies before you can finish you question. You close your mouth, clear your throat and nod your head.
"Thanks, Mijoo." she gives you a small wink, her smile easing your nerves like she had three months ago.
She watches you disappear. She shakes he head, her smile meeting her eyes. "I told him so."
Jungkook ignores the knock on his door at first. It's almost ten and the parlor is about to close. He just has to finish this last fucking sketch so he can grab his shit and go the fuck ho-
Knock knock.
He growls, exhasperation cursing through him. He runs a hand through his messy pile of hair, his rings tangling between the strands, making him wince in pain. "Come in." he grunts under his breath. The door opens. "Mijoo, I really have to finish-"
He stops dead in his tracks as soon as he sees you.
"Hey." you say after a moment of hesitation.
"Hey." he replies and although there's something inside, deep in his chest, shouting at him to stand up, run up to you and kiss your face while he tells you how beautiful you look right now and how happy he is to see that you're still here, he decides against it. "Listen, ____, I'm pretty busy-"
"No, you listen to me." you cut him off abruptly. He looks taken aback and is already opening his mouth to say something, but you're not having it. "Please, just... Let me talk."
Silence looms between the two of you for a while, a staring contest defying each other to back down. When you take one step inside and close the door behind you, he sighs and leans back against his chair.
You move towards him slowly, your lip caught between your lip going through your mind for the speech you'd been preparing the last few days. Your hands are sticky due to the the sugary treat liquifying in your hand. "I know there's no reason you should give me another chance after rejecting you in high school, and there's definitely no reason why you should forgive me for the way I shut you out a few weeks ago. You've been confessing your feelings to me since we were teenagers, and now it's my turn to tell you exactly how I feel about you."
"Jungkook, the truth is... I like you so much. I like you more than I've ever liked anyone. Ever. I said this was just a summer fling, and I was lying. I was lying because there's no way a simple summer fling could make me feel the way you do. There's no way a simple summer fling could make me want not just summer with you, but also fall and winter, and spring and every summer that comes next."
You hadn't realize when your eyes filling up with tears until the sight of him starts blurrying in front of you. His fingers reach yours, his thumb comforting on your skin. "____, it's okay-"
"I'm not done yet." you sniffle, gathering enough courage to continue. "I brought you a lemon sherbet because you said it was your favourite. But you also implied I was your favourite, and I want to keep being you favourite, but now it's already melted and-"
The corners of Jungkook's lips start pulling upward as he tugs you towards him, his heart loudly jumping inside his chest. "Shhh, come here."
He takes the ice cream from your hand and places it on his desk. Then he's helping you onto his lap, your head tucked under his chin and your arms wapping on their own around his neck.
He doesn't care about your sticky fingers or the wet stains of your tears in his shirt. The only thing he cares about is the fact that you're right there, letting him engulf your frame and drown in the scent and warmth he'd misses so much.
The first day of June has Jungkook sweating and wishing for a haircut. Jungkook usually hates summer. He hates the fact that he has to shower at least twice a day, and the fact that the heat is almost unbearable to sleep in and also the fact that he's easily sunburnt.
This year, however, Jungkook likes summer a little bit more.
"Excuse me, miss. Do you have an appointment?" it's the fact that you're starting to wear those summer dresses he loves so much, and the fact that your skin glows under the sun like glitter, and also the fact that he can lick ice cream off of it whenever he desires.
"I am the appointment." your giggle is almost childlike, playing with Jungkook's heart strings. You shut the door behind you, nearing him. You also seem to always have that flush on your cheeks. Although he likes to think part of it is due to him. He doesn't say anything else as he puts his pencil down and instead turns around in the chair to have you immediately on top of his thighs.
Yeah, he also likes the path your lips trace from his cheek, to his jaw, ending at the juncture between his neck and his shoulder. It still makes his body quaver to this day.
"Let me see." he murmurs against you forhear, his hand already working on unbottoning the front of your dress.
"Mijoo hasn't left yet." you whisper back, your smile impossible to supress and the faint whimper impossible to hide when his fingers expose your breast and tug at the titanium barbell adorning the already hardened nub.
Jungkook loves knowing he was the one to do that, and also the only one to play with it. He doesn't hesitate when he dips his head. "As if we'd ever cared about that." he adds, wrapping your sole point in his mouth.
He fucks you on his studio table with your legs around his waist and his tongue playing with both your breasts, the tattoo sketches long forgotten, scattered on the floor as he whispers against your flesh something that sounds a lot like 'I love you'.
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taegularities · 11 days ago
a thousand reasons why | jjk (m)
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Summary: “And if all of this experience was indeed a dream, you chose to stay just a little longer.”
After leaving to work towards his dream rather than the bonds that shackle him to home, you didn't expect to see Jungkook again years later at your best friend's wedding. And even less, for love to rekindle at second glance.
pairing: Jungkook x reader
genre: f2l; fluff, angst, smut, crack
warnings: a whole laundry list tf: (past) minor character death, somewhat toxic parents, (mentions of) gambling, blond & then 5th muster pied piper (fuckboy) jk lol, this jimin, jealousy, alcohol consumption, unrequited love (not between jk & oc), friends fighting; explicit multiple (2) sex scenes that include: dom & big dick!jk, light hair pulling, marking, tiddie sucking/breast play, clit pinching, pussy slapping, soft & rough sex, praising, biting, some spit ig, oral (f. & m.), fingering, handjob, consent <3, cockwarming, squirting, oversensitivity, multiple orgasms, mouth fucking,… uhh, consensual drunk sex, protected & unprotected sex.... yeah
word count: 43.1k (i sincerely apologise <3)
credits: such a beautiful banner by my lovely @taemaknae​​ <3 !! beta’d by @bangtanhome​​​ @hobiandsprite​​ & @missgeniality​​ - your brains are exquisite and this fic would be NOTHING without you !! & parts read by @hantaev​​ ILY ALL <3
a/n: i’m honestly SORRY for the wc lol pls still read tho, i worked so so hard on it :’) based on the 2013 movie YJHD! and a belated love letter to one of my favourite people in this world - happy birthday, jeon jungkook. i’ll always be inspired by your words and admire you forever <3
uploaded to AO3, too (for those who prefer pdfs or mobile readings!) + the fic is split in ‘Before’ & ‘Now’ - that way, you can read it in 2 sittings if you’d like <3
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The slowly vanishing light of the sun bathes the room in a golden glow when you close the door to your apartment behind you.
Coming home feels different today. With the boxes under your arms, you feel the weight of the postcards and invitations heavier than usual. After letting Dia ramble about the plans for the next few days, dreamy eyes drifting off now and then, you’ve grown increasingly tired this evening. And yet, you can’t wait to send off the cards that remain before the big day breaks in.
You lift the sunglasses from your eyes and place them on your head, not bothering to change your clothes before you sit down at your desk and start putting the invitations into envelopes. You wait and read with a thumping heart, fingers working through the pile quickly until you finally see it.
His name, written in fancy, swirled letters under the D and M that curl into each other elegantly.
Even after all these years, you’ve not forgotten what he used to make you feel - the nostalgia seems everlingering and only seems to increase when you think back to the time you spent together. The days that had passed in a blink of an eye, barely giving you the chance to memorise his touches, his words and his smile.
And now, even more memories seem to come flashing back: snow-covered mountains and steep hills, ghost stories, cozy night talks, loud pool parties and walks to the town at dawn. All of this, you’ve left behind ages ago, years passing by without ever hearing his melodious voice even once. By now, it feels like a whole different life.
You smile at the paper, still remembering the ache that parting from him had brought you; you know you have to get past all this, because you’re sure that he has too. He isn’t one to dwell on could’ve’s and would’ve’s.
In the quiet of the room, you close your eyes, head leaning back as the sun goes down. You don’t know if he’ll decide to appear this time without ignoring your invites to get-togethers and trips. But if he does, you know exactly what that would entail.
You’d see Jeon Jungkook’s face after a neverending eternity again.
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Your mother had always been judgemental in some way or another.
Coloured hair was a sign of rebellion to her, piercings a danger for the skin and tattoos a permanent waste of money that could be invested into something more useful, such as clothes and jewellery and oh, maybe even manicures.
While you’d long stopped listening to her complaints, being the diligent and careful girl you were, things seemed out of line a little more these days. Something she proved only further when you found yourself in the grocery store with her, standing in the ridiculously long line at the check-out that didn’t seem to move at all.
“Y/N? Oh my gosh, is that really you?”
You recognised the voice before you looked up at her, eyes blown wide when your gaze met hers. She looked different. Coloured hair or had it always been this fiery red? Maybe she just seemed so changed to you because you hadn’t seen her for five years, a bandana decorating her head and crop top revealing the little piercing over her belly button.
“Dia!” you answered, half excited and half worried about meeting her here in front of your mother - you knew she’d have nothing good to say about your high school friend as soon as she’d lay eyes on the open minded, free spirited soul.
In truth, Dia had always been one of the friendliest girls in your class. There wasn’t a single day where she’d said anything to put you down in front of the others, she and her gang always letting you crawl into a corner and read books that interested no one but you.
Dia and her friends were always a loud group - teasing the teachers, provoking classmates without ever going too far and filling the atmosphere of the classroom with jokes and fun conversations. And in all honesty, you hadn’t thought you’d ever see her again.
“How are you doing? When did you get here? Shopping for today’s dinner, I see?” she asked before she smiled at you. Her grin was radiant, full of life, eyes sparkling - so different from yours; you who didn’t know pleasures of life but only studying for the degree that you’d chosen so long ago.
You nodded, head tilting and only faintly noticing that your mother was peeking past you to find out who you were talking to. You didn’t glance at her on purpose; you didn’t want to see her drama-hungry eyes ogling at your former sort-of-friend with what you were sure was disgust.
“Yeah, just some… potatoes and tea and stuff. And you?”
She grinned again, white teeth flashing as she practically vibrated through her excitement. “I was just buying some dry fruit and other snacks for a trip. Look! We’re going here!” Her hand wandered to her back pocket, fishing out a brochure that she’d folded in half. She opened the paper, smoothing it with her hand before she handed it to you. “That’s in two days. Don’t know what you’ve been up to lately, but why don’t you take a break from school and come with us?”
Her old circle, you were sure.
You side eyed your mother, a sigh escaping your lips and gaze falling onto the floor when you realised that you couldn’t - even at the mature age of twenty-three, you couldn’t leave. But instead of delving into the real reason, you only licked your lips, glad when the line moved and your mother with it.
“I don’t think so. I have to study for some exams, so I might not be-”
Dia, however, interrupted your half-assed, lame excuses, shrugging her shoulders before she pointed out, “That’s okay, I understand. I just told you about it since it’s summer. No school and stuff, so why not have some fun, right?”
You let out a little laugh, heart falling heavily at the thought of your restrictions and mouth growing dry as you told her, “Thank you. I appreciate it, Dia.”
She patted your shoulders twice, smiling at you for one last time before she switched to another cashier who’d just arrived, buying her dry fruit and then strolling away from you in confidence.
You waited for your mother to speak up; tell you everything that had collected in her mind since Dia had approached you up to the point she’d left you. But nothing came.
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Sneaking out was always easier than sneaking in.
When Jungkook came home, the lights were out - which was the first indication of a sleeping household. He held his breath as he took careful steps towards his room, clutching the straps of his bag tightly and lips agape in a pout.
It seemed to go well, smoothly. That is until he heard the honey sweet voice of his father break through the silence, a timid little, “So you’re home too, huh?”
Jungkook’s hand shot to his chest, body flinching before he stepped into the dark living room and asked, “What are you doing?”
“I was… reading a book.”
“In the dark?” Jungkook mocked as he switched on the light, eyes falling on his father who was sitting under the picture of his late wife that they’d hung onto the wall years ago.
Since Jungkook’s mother had died, the atmosphere in his home had changed. Loneliness had befallen every room that still remained unchanged, his father’s heart falling but never failing to lift up Jungkook’s mood instead.
He joined his father at the table, a sigh leaving his lips and fingers intertwining on top of the cheap wood. “Why didn’t you go to sleep, Dad?”
The man in question leaned back, long dark hair tucked behind his ears and palms settling on his tummy. From the chair next to him, he brought up a brochure and placed it on the table, causing Jungkook’s already huge eyes to widen even more.
His expression shifted to an annoyed one, body already preparing to leave before his father gestured for him to stay. Jungkook obliged - but not without giving his father a piece of his mind, blond hair falling into his face.
“I told you not to go into my room. I don’t like it when you look through my stuff, you know that,” he exclaimed, feeling worse with each word he uttered as his dad’s eyes stayed soft, loving.
“I was looking for old pictures when I stumbled upon this,” he answered, nodding to the brochure. “You know you can always tell me everything. Why didn’t you, Jungkook?”
His fingers began fiddling with the flyer, sadness temporarily taking over his features. And before Jungkook could answer, another presence joined the men at the dinner table, bringing a glass and some lemonade in front of him before she said, “It’s about the money, too, you know?”
Jungkook rolled his eyes, watching the woman sit down as he folded his arms. His jaw clenched, but his stepmother didn’t pay any mind to it, instead continuing, “We’re a little low on funds. And that’s why we want you to be more responsible with the money you earn. You shouldn’t regret it later, Kookie.”
“Don’t,” he remarked, chest falling heavier now as he heard the name that his mother had always used when he was little, “I can take care of myself. It’s hard earned money over months and I’m not even using all of it. Besides, you’re not my mother… so please…”
He didn’t touch the lemonade she’d poured him. Fury clearly written in his eyes, he shoved the chair back, gripping his bag again before he vanished into his room. Entering it and shutting the door behind him brought him some solace; just the way it always did, even now as he stepped in with a gulp.
His gaze fell onto the wall he’d so carefully decorated over the years, now barely a spot left to attach another picture. Scattered over his desk, photographs of various countries and cities greeted him. The Eiffel Tower. Pyramids of Giza. Different places in Germany, temples in Japan and Cape Town in South Africa.
Jungkook wanted to visit it all. Every single corner of the world, every alley, river, ocean and forest - he wanted to be able to say he’d seen it all and had done everything a young heart desired when he’d lay on his deathbed. He knew that one day he would see all the hidden spots of the world. Money was always an issue - but he knew that soon, it might not be anymore.
He turned around to sit on his bed, starting to slide down the suitcase off his bed when he saw a brand new bag sitting on his pillow, big and dark blue. Lifting it to his face, his expression became questioning, mind whirring for only a second before he realised where it’d come from.
And as if on cue, his father entered the room, a proud smile creeping up his face as he asked, “Do you like it?”
“You… you didn’t have to…” Jungkook murmured, sitting down on the edge of the bed and hugging the bag close to his chest. “But I love it.”
“I know I didn't have to. But it’s the least I could do. Was worried I wouldn’t be able to give you anything before you go.” He sat down next to Jungkook, rubbing his back soothingly as the young man stared to the floor, guilt washing over him painfully.
“Dad, I don’t… want you to be worried about me all the time.”
His father chuckled, patting his shoulders as he asked, “Why are you going hiking then? Standing at cliffs and looking down into nothing… is that so important to you?”
Jungkook bit the inside of his cheek, letting out a breath. Then, he looked his father in his eyes, merely uttering, “A lot.” He paused for a moment, running his fingernails along the material of his bag before he added, “Thank you for the bag, Dad.”
A finger came up to touch Jungkook’s loose strand of hair lightly, a nod accompanying his actions when he told his son, “I like this hair colour.” At least one smile his father managed to draw out of him, knowing how Jungkook had planned to leave his dark hair behind for quite some while.
With the changes Jungkook had gone through not only physically but mentally as well, his father could clearly see how much time had passed since he’d been a toddler who’d cried about broken toys and loud noises. Something about the thought of his son growing up like this hurt him - but then again, he supposed that’s how all parents felt at that age.
Melancholy gripping his heart, he thought of silent days ahead but felt happy for Jungkook anyway, standing up slowly as he told him, “Take care of yourself. Okay? And have a lot of fun there for me, too.”
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Your mother didn’t talk about Dia until you gathered at the dinner table the next night, barely touching your food as the pictures of the mountain on the brochure floated in your brain like a curse. Ringrey Rise was its name, in a town with the same name that seemed near enough to reach by travelling one night but far enough to escape your current worries.
With all the hopes and dreams that seemed so out of reach for you, you registered your mother talking about Dia when it was too late to interrupt, shifting your attention from your rice to her raised eyebrows.
“I mean, what is she even doing? Studying? It doesn’t look like it.”
You clenched your jaw in annoyance, rolling your eyes as you answered, “Not everyone wants to be a doctor in life, Mom.”
“She could be something, though, right?” Her head turned to your father, his glasses reflecting his potatoes as he let her talk, no urge to participate in the conversation whatsoever. As always.
“How would you know that she isn’t doing anything?” you then snapped, your cutlery falling onto the plate with a loud clunk. “And why do you even care? Would anything change for you if she was the manager of the world’s largest company or whatever?”
You never usually raised your voice at her - and in that sense, you weren’t surprised when her eyes grew larger with every word you let out, mouth agape in shock. She leaned into you, fire blazing behind her pupils as she asked, “What did you say?”
But you didn’t want to back away anymore. “Just what I had to.”
And with that, you stood, taking your half-full plate with you before you resorted to your room. The pout that your lips fell into stayed for a few hours without anyone wiping it off - or even trying to. All you could do was to sulk away, face the reality of your little self being caged in your own little world, unable to fight against the forces that had raised you.
But then, you shook your head. No. You were too young, too free to endure this kind of treatment. You, too, deserved to experience the world, see things that happened outside your four walls and over the pages of your medical college books. There was so much more to see than dull words and silent routines.
With this courage coursing through your body, you made a decision late at night, gathering all the money you’d saved for any special event and leaving a note at the counter that would render your mother speechless for hours the next morning.
I’m sorry, Mom. I just need to get out of here for a while. Don’t be worried - I’ll be okay.
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Jungkook always needed twenty minutes longer to arrive somewhere than initially planned. It was a timeframe that suited Jimin particularly well today, considering the fact that the man had been sitting at the same spot with his suitcase under him with his eyes glued to the TV at the railway station.
To most people walking around, the football match wasn’t anyhow relevant - but to Jimin, it meant either staying here or enjoying a whole week in Ringrey with his closest friends. Dia was walking circles around him as they waited for Jungkook to arrive, telling Jimin to calm down since it was nothing more but “wild people running around, chasing a ball or whatever”.
“It’s the way this man is lazing around on the field. It irks me,” Jimin said, gaze never leaving the screen as Dia placed her arms on his head from behind.
“Why don’t you talk to me instead then?” she asked with a subtle smile he couldn’t see, trying to make sense of his sudden devotion to the game. “I won’t annoy you.”
Jimin clicked his tongue, shaking her off and rubbing his palms on his jeans. “You always annoy me.”
With a grimace, Dia stepped away, hearing someone run towards them before she could lay her eyes on him. He was dressed in a thin, red button up today, one hand carrying a big bag and a rucksack draped over his shoulders. The messy, dirty blond hair covered his eyes almost fully, and he flicked it away with a tilt of his head as he saw Dia tap her feet impatiently.
“Finally! We have like, what, fifteen minutes left?” She glanced down at her clock, eyes widening before she smacked Jungkook’s arm. “Ten!”
“Calm down. I’m here now! We’ll be on the train in five minutes and- where’s Jimin?”
His eyes wandered around, a small laugh escaping when he detected his best friend right next to him, still so distracted that he didn’t even hear or notice Jungkook arrive. Firm hands gripped Jimin’s shoulders and shook him, but the older man was too lost in what looked like defeat for his team to acknowledge Jungkook’s greetings.
“Fuck…” His head fell low, fingers coming up to rub his eyes before he said, “You guys…”
Dia and Jungkook both hummed, watching worry creep up Jimin’s face that they couldn’t explain without context just yet. His mood was unexpected - but his following declaration surprised them more.
“Go without me.”
Silence came over the atmosphere while the whole train station was bustling, Dia’s arms falling to the side and Jungkook’s eyebrows furrowing. She looked at Jungkook for a moment, licking her lips before she asked, “What?”
“Just… you two can go. I don’t feel like it anymore.”
Excuses started running through Jungkook’s mind wildly - he knew his best friend wasn’t one to back away from an adventure like this without a proper reason. The fact that he was sitting here, bags packed and clothes neat, indicated that it had to be something that had just now come over him.
Jungkook’s gaze followed Jimin’s, eyes squinting when he saw two men in suits discuss the outcome of the football game and what had happened on the field. And then, a bulb lit up over his head, mouth falling open knowingly as he inquired, “You gambled your money away again, didn’t you?” He pointed one finger to the monitor. “And you bet on the team that just lost.”
Jimin’s chest rose and fell slowly, an exasperated expression taking over his features before he shrugged. Dia rolled her eyes in annoyance, fingers of her hand brushing through her hair as she felt her heart drop at the thought of travelling without him.
“Once!” she exclaimed, hitting his shoulder with her handbag. “Just once you could’ve tried to not risk losing your money on shit like that. We’ve been planning this for literal mo-”
Jungkook’s raised hand interrupted her, jaw clenching in the same annoyance but voice soothing and reassuring as he spoke again. “Come on, bud. I’ll pay for you. I mean, the hotel fees and stuff are the only things you’d need to pay for, right? We’ve already bought the train tickets and all.”
Jimin’s head shook violently, forefinger wiggling in front of his face as he told Jungkook no repeatedly. He wasn’t one to reliably pay people back, and he didn’t want to risk his friendship with the man who’d led him through high school exams, graduation and some of their adult years.
But Jungkook was having none of his protests. “No. Listen, we only have seven minutes left. It’s fine, I’ll just buy less alcohol and order cheaper food when we eat somewhere.”
The guilt that washed over Jimin was marked, but the look in Jungkook’s eyes was stern enough for the older man to decipher that his friend wouldn’t give in - he knew these two might in the end even rather cancel the whole trip than go without him.
With his hand on his thighs, he stood, beginning to roll his little suitcase behind him as he cheered, “Okay then! You both know I’m easy to convince.”
Dia’s grin couldn’t get wider as she walked alongside both men to the respective train, jumping a little with each step as she chanted the name of the destination over and over again. For now, she’d scolded him enough - maybe she’d do it again later.
But at the moment, they had to concentrate on finding the right number of their carriage, already running late with only three minutes left. Jungkook was quick to help Dia with her two small bags, carrying them to their cubicle before running out to his own belongings as well.
And that’s when he laid eyes on you for the first time again.
Your hair rested on your shoulders gently, lost eyes darting between the train and the paper in your hand and a soft, sweet summer dress hugging your body comfortably. The movements around him stood still for a moment as he saw you come closer, everything about you so enchanting on the first sight already that he nearly forgot the luggage he still had to carry inside.
As soon as your focus settled on his face, your eyes widened, mouth opening with a grin as you declared, “I knew I’d see you here!”
Jungkook tilted his head, eyes blinking in confusion for only two seconds before he pulled himself together again and asked you, “We met a few years back, right? At a barbeque party? Or a baby shower.”
Your smile faded slowly, lips pressing together and mind whirring with explanations to how he could’ve forgotten you after sharing a class for so long. The mischievous look he was shooting at you clearly spoke volumes - tell-tale signs of a stranger approaching another stranger in hopes to flatter them, but you knew better than to give in to his lip biting and amused look.
“You’ll be embarrassed if I told you where I know you from… Jungkook.”
You folded your arms in front of your chest, well aware that the train was going to leave soon - but with the nervousness that had made its way to your guts, you felt unsure now anyway. Jungkook’s confusion seemed a good distraction from your nerves.
“Come on,” he pleaded with a crooked smile, tucking the long blond hair behind his ear, “tell me.”
You looked down to the ground, detecting the bag between his and your feet as you answered, “Eleventh grade… the trekking trip during which I fell. My knee started bleeding and you wrapped your thin cardigan around it…”
“And then you helped me walk to our class to catch up with them…”
“Yes!” he interrupted, leaning over to you and giving you a tight hug as if you’d been the closest friends in high school that the building had seen, despite sometimes barely exchanging a single word in a span of a month. “Y/N, I remember you! Gosh, I’m sorry. It’s just… you got so beautiful, I didn’t recogni-”
He stopped as you raised an eyebrow, trying to walk past him before he gripped your shoulders tightly. “I mean! You were always pretty, but you’ve grown into a full-on heartthrob!”
You scoffed, eyes rolling as you snuck past him to greet the man behind Jungkook who looked strongly like the trip leader you were looking for. Gaze following you, Jungkook leaned against the train, watching your desperate self trying to convince the guide to let you join the hiking trip.
“You got lucky, honestly,” he was telling you, checking the ticket you’d given him and your ID card, “you were the last one to book the trip and now we’re completely full.”
You gave him a sweet smile as excitement came back rushing into you, one that let the half of your face that Jungkook could see glow enough for him to not want to avert his eyes anymore. One single lock fell into your face when you tilted your head, your voice so soothing as you conversed with the guide.
You had definitely changed. Jungkook didn’t know in which ways exactly yet - but he knew you had.
He barely noticed when you came back with a radiant glow on your face, nodding towards the train to make him follow you, too. Excitement washed over you in waves, but it was only inside when you sat between three people - including Jungkook - that you began to feel out of place.
Because as soon as you entered your cabin, Jimin began to talk about your successes at school, praising your intelligence, diligence and determination as if it affected him directly. All you could do was thank him repeatedly, and when he didn’t notice Dia poking him with a lunch box, you used the opportunity to bring his attention to something else.
“Eat that,” Dia told him when he finally looked down to the sandwiches she’d made. And when he clicked his tongue and declined, she opened her mouth in protest. “Eat that! It’s a ham and cheese sandwich! Your favourite! I woke up at six in the morning to make these for you.”
“Wha- are you an idiot, why would you do that?” he asked, their argument continuing, but your mind drifted off to somewhere else. Or more precisely, to the door of your cabin, a girl with a crop top and skimpy shorts standing at the frame of the entrance with an apple in her hand, oozing blinding and admirable confidence.
“Hi,” she greeted you with flashing white teeth, moving her hips like she was on a runway and not on a dusty train. “Do you guys happen to have a knife?”
Jimin and Dia shook their heads apologetically, but Jungkook suddenly had the biggest grin on his face, pulling a penknife from the pocket of his leather jacket as he said, “Seems like a lucky day for you.”
She gave him a sweet, big-eyed look, eyelashes fluttering as she thanked him in a thick accent you didn’t recognise. But before she could grab it, he pulled back, brushing his hair back before he asked, “But if I give you that, I want something in return.”
A questioning look graced her pretty features, arms folding when her annoying cadence asked him what he wanted. He squinted his eyes, acting as if he was thinking hard until he snapped his fingers and told her, “Your name?”
“Youra,” she said with a giggle, reaching out her hand to all of you as you introduced yourself.
And when her palm met Jungkook’s, he let the knife slide into her hand slowly, saying, “Call me Bunny. Like… Bugs Bunny?” She chuckled again, rolling her eyes in delight. “Besides. Why don’t you eat lunch with us? An apple will do nothing for you.”
“Yeah, have some sandwiches!” Jimin offered, snatching the box out of Dia’s hands while she gasped in disbelief loudly. Not that she could fight him much, though - the boys were entirely in their element.
“Really? Oh, then I’ll call my girls and we can eat together?” Youra cheered, much to Jimin and Jungkook’s delight who lit up at the sound of the word girls. Dia and you were seemingly the only sane people here.
And then, there you were, sitting in the corner of the long seat, pressed against the window with three girls you didn’t know and didn’t want to get to know. They were obnoxious, you soon gathered that much. They almost talked like mean girls in aimless TV shows, gesturing and moving their heads excessively, judging fashion styles while scrunching their nose at the train smell - but somehow, this seemed to flatter the men.
A true sense of discomfort washed over you when one of the girls - Leena maybe? - suggested playing ‘Never Have I Ever’. Because although you weren’t one to reject alcohol, the mere thought of drinking with these people unsettled you deeply - especially when the consequences were unknown.
“Okay, me first,” Youra said, leaning into Jungkook’s chest who’d shamelessly draped an arm over her shoulder. How he managed to do that with strangers was beyond you. “Never have I ever fallen in love.”
Almost everyone drank to that - except Jungkook and you; something even Youra questioned, surprised.
“No,” he told her, leaning in close, “but maybe I will on this trip?”
You rolled your eyes, annoyed by his boldness and movie-like lines, the cringe reaching no one but you apparently.
“Alright, never have I ever… snuck out of my house for a party,” Leena then proposed; and again, everyone took a sip from their drink, this time even Jungkook.
Jimin, who had so graciously offered his seat to the third girl whose name you didn’t remember, then raised his hand from where he was sitting on the floor. “Me! Uh- never have I ever gotten caught by the police.”
And much to your surprise, even then they lifted their cups; yet again all of them, except you. High school was bad - but feeling out of place here, on a trip that was supposed to be fun, gave you a new and different kind of pain.
As they counted the times they had been arrested because of pissing on a fire hydrant, driving drunk or throwing rave parties, you started to drift off. And when everything began feeling too much, you stood, all eyes shifting to you as you said, “I think I’ll lay down a little. I’m really tired.”
“But it’s your turn now!” Jimin half yelled, probably already tipsy.
“No,” you said, shaking your head slightly and gaze settling on Jungkook automatically for a reason you couldn’t depict, “I’m sorry. Is it okay for you guys if I take the top bunk?”
Jimin and Dia hummed approvingly, Jungkook’s empathic eyes looking deep into yours as he, too, told you, “Of course.”
“Thanks,” you almost whispered, climbing up and laying down with a heavy heart as you heard them play on. They brought some more examples of things you’d never done, reaching from smoking weed to having wild threesomes.
It took some time for you to fall asleep - but when you did, you drifted off with the hopes of finding more of where you belonged through this trip; more of who you were and what your story was.
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Air high above the ground was surely different from the one you were used to in your little, dusty town. The freshness and healthy oxygen that floated in the atmosphere was enough for you to loosen up, mind and body relaxing the moment you’d stepped out of the bus that had brought you from the train station to your hotel.
The first thing you saw was the pretty fountain right in front of the entrance, everything reminding you of nature, forest and warm tea on chilly evenings. Before you went in, your guide - whose name you’d learnt was Jay - stopped to explain the whole procedure: the hike would last for five days and four nights before you came down to relax at a pool party and departed the next day eventually.
And when he was done, you approached the hotel with wide, excited eyes, only stopping when you felt a light hand on your shoulder and a friendly voice say, “I told them we’d share a room. You don’t snore, do you?”
Hazel eyes warmed your insides, Dia’s constant attempts to include you in her group filling you with affection. You shook your head before she put an arm around your shoulder, going into the facility before Jimin yelled from behind, “Be careful that she doesn’t jump your bones at night, Y/N!”
Dia scoffed, craning her neck to snap back, “Even if I did, it would be none of your concern, Park!”
You didn’t know what it was about her that made you want to be just as free spirited and blunt. Maybe you were too friendly, keeping everything to yourself that your mind wanted to scream out - and Dia seemed like the exact opposite.
You figured as much when she stayed up half of the night, talking to you about the adventures she’d experienced and jobs she’d tried, never settling for one because one thing or the other prompted her to drop out. You liked silence - but with her, you didn’t mind staying awake, only realising around midnight that you hadn’t talked to anyone like this in ages.
The following night passed peacefully. Despite your tendency to sleep horribly in beds that you weren’t familiar with, you fell asleep with a smile and woke up with one, inhaling the wind that blew from outside as you opened the windows of your room.
And you stayed like this for a while, listening to the chirps of the birds and the call of the wild as you fixed your gaze to the peak of the mountain you’d reach in a few days. A knock at your door eventually pulled you out of your daydream, revealing the hyped forms of Jungkook and Jimin as they immediately ran past you and shook Dia awake.
“Fuck off!” she whined, words mumbled and barely understandable as she pulled the blanket over her face again. You watched the little scene unfold before you as you found your spot at the window again. You tried to feel sorry for Dia as they shook her further, trying to make her sit up - but the way they cooed at her, pinching her cheeks and making her laugh, flooded serotonin through you, too.
And soon, they were all singing a song you’d loved as a child, their bodies jumping on her bed and dancing the choreo that you’d so often moved to by yourself when nobody was looking.
When they pointed at you, you laughed; when they forgot the lyrics, you yelled out the correct line; and when they looked at you in shock, the little turtle coming out of her shell, they pulled you into the dance circle, urging you to show them the steps they didn’t know.
No matter how embarrassing all of this felt - especially with exactly those people you’d admired for their confidence years ago -, you had to admit that something about this harmless situation in your hotel room felt like a journey within itself.
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Jay had told you that the first day was supposed to help you navigate and get used to the place. In that sense, you were free to stroll around the small town the way down the road, buy souvenirs if you wanted to and try food you might not have gotten the chance to taste in the city you’d left behind.
As you ate the last bite of your dessert, sitting on a bench in front of a little church, you soon realised that the chaos surrounding you was being caused by a glorious wedding that occurred inside. And soon, you saw the bride and groom walk out, radiant smiles on their faces and arms lifting as they looked into each other’s eyes - almost as if nothing else existed around them.
Perhaps you would’ve been able to enjoy the scene more if Jungkook’s voice hadn’t broken through the silence you’d agreed on while eating, stating, “Poor couple. Both are going to jail.”
“Right?” Jimin agreed quietly, all four of you looking into the direction of the newly wed couple who flashed you a grin as they walked by. “Do you think I could go and convince her to spend a night with me instead?”
“Gross!” Dia exclaimed, hitting his shoulder with the magazine in her hand as she continued, “She just got married, for fuck’s sake. Stop being such a pervert.”
Jungkook laughed, patting her shoulder before he said, “But isn’t he right? Why would anyone want to get married? I’m telling you, these two will attack each other’s throats in less than a year - she’ll bitch about everything he does and he’ll give her less attention than she deserves. And then-”
“You know you’re generalising things, right? Not all marriages are like that,” Dia interrupted, certainly having none of the philosophies he held onto so tightly.
He only shrugged his shoulders, though, smacking his lips. “Mmh, maybe. I don’t know shit about real love. But I mean, look…”
Jumping from the bench, he pulled you up as well, beginning to walk towards the bus station as dusk broke in slowly. “It’s not just love, though. Imagine you do fall for someone - could you eat the same thing over and over again? Like… could you eat porridge every day?”
Jimin laughed, kicking away a stone as he nodded in agreement. Jungkook pointed a finger gun at his friend, eternally thankful for his support; but all you and Dia could do was sigh, tempted to end his speech but curious about his next statements anyway.
“And I feel,” Jungkook continued, a palm settling on his chest, “like I need pizza in my life. Lasagna, Chinese food, naan and chicken curry… schnitzel! Switch a little… internationally even, if you will.”
He winked at you then, and you soon realised that he might not have been talking about food only - especially considering the memory of him practically throwing himself at Youra in the train.
“So you just want to hop from one girl to another all your life?” you asked with raised eyebrows, shielding your eyes from the sun as you saw the bus station near.
“These two are disgusting like that,” Dia remarked, arms folding in front of her chest as she regarded the men with something that nearly looked like hurt.
Again, Jimin and Jungkook fell into laughter, happy and enthusiastic as ever as the younger man continued your conversation, “Or! You just marry multiple girls. But I won’t do that either since I really don’t want to settle for marriage.”
“Okay,” you challenged, “and if you want children?”
Now, his chuckle was accompanied by the rubbing of his hands, face coming dangerously close to yours as he whispered quietly enough for only you to hear, “Who needs marriage for that, baby? Let’s disappear behind the bus station and I’ll give you as many you wa-”
You pushed him away, face twisting in frustration before you sprinted the short way to the waiting bench. Something about you storming off like this - innocent movements of your hips and balled fists - made you more interesting than you already were. You didn’t fall for his cheap pick up lines; didn’t let his stupid attitude sway you off your feet.
And somehow, Jungkook kind of adored that about you.
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They say time always passes by fast when you’re enjoying yourself - and they were damn right about it. Suddenly, you found yourself on the hiking trail, having been split into two teams which Jimin and Jungkook’s overzealous selves had become captains for - both claiming they were eager to bring their group to the camping site first.
It was safe to say that both of them had volunteered to gather the pretty girls in their teams, mind focused on flirting instead of winning. And speaking of - in some sense, Jungkook’s distraction seemed ideal to you, his gaze being fixed on Youra allowing you to easily tackle the challenge of reaching the destination first.
Jay had clearly told you that the defeated team would cook dinner and pitch the tents tonight. Jungkook didn’t seem to care; something that spurred you on to win even further, somehow glad that you’d landed in Jimin’s team.
From afar, you saw Jungkook blow onto a wound Youra had apparently suffered, her head thrown back with a pout to soak in the sun as she acted as if she was in immense pain. Jungkook stared at her with a smug fuckboy smile, trying his hardest to get into her pants while everyone around him strutted forward to a win he wouldn’t get.
But then, you suddenly watched her crane her neck into your direction for a split moment before she turned back to him. It seemed like she’d told him something she’d wanted to share, because now, both of them were staring at you, causing your eyes to open wide before you increased your speed.
You were definitely a good piece ahead of him - but stepping onto a free field, the flag of the campsite waving in the distance, you wondered how he’d suddenly managed to catch up this soon. Some members of Jimin’s as well as of Jungkook’s team were hot on your trail, but while your energy barely faltered, Jungkook was already panting next to you.
“Hey, can you just hold for a moment?” he asked, the stretched hand attempting to grip your shoulder but failing to do so.
“Come on, please. You were already the best at every exam, can’t you grant me this one victory?”
You pressed your lips together, looking at him for a second before you repeated, “No. Because apparently you’re not here to climb the mountain but girls.”
He laughed shakily, breathing stagnating as he informed you, “That’s called flirting. You should try that, too! It’s good for your health.”
“Is it now?” you mocked, head shaking at his attempts to stop you in your tracks.
Your eyes were fixed on the greenery in front of you, breathing in through the nose and breathing out through the mouth. Everything indicated that you were the better hiker here, and you weren’t going to give in to whatever Jungkook was going to demand of you.
Or so you thought.
Because when he begged you to stop again, throwing in a please and come on, you turned around with a grunt, glaring at him as he gestured towards a rock for you to sit down. He kneeled in front of you, looking up at your disgruntled face with a bunny smile gracing his features.
“You’re right,” he admitted, steadying his breath as he pointed behind him with a thumb, “Youra is easy to convince and seems to like my cheap lines. Not the pickiest. But it’s not like I can flirt with girls like you, right?”
The sting in your heart hurt just a bit more than you wanted to, expression falling as you asked, “Girls like me? What’s that supposed to mean?”
You were ready to hear him confirm your biggest fears: that you were still the boring, studious, little girl from high school he’d somewhat known, blocking all fun and adventure for more than two decades.
But instead, his eyes turned a little dreamy, moving from your eyes to your lips and back. You were serving as his shadow, but even without the bright sunlight, you could see his pupils sparkle.
“I just mean…” He silenced for a second, taking in your pretty face, your moles, your skin, the crease between your eyebrows. “You’re not a casual flirt but for eternity... and so much harder to figure out.”
And then, he leaned closer, your heart already beating at a record breaking speed as you gulped visibly. He raised an eyebrow, clicking his tongue once as he added, “And love, eternity? Isn’t good for my health.”
With that, he patted your knees gently before standing, starting to move towards the flag. You registered too late that you were supposed to defeat him, your mind still whirring and repeating his words before you got to your feet abruptly.
It was a failed attempt if you’d ever seen one: because as soon as you took one step forward, you fell to your knees again, the laces of your boots intertwined by his hands god knew when. You let out an annoyed cry, ripping off some grass under your palms as you yelled at his distancing figure, “I will tell Jay about this, Jungkook!”
He turned around, tongue darting out to lick his lips, blond hair flying in the wind wildly as he shouted back, “This isn’t school, Y/N! Deal with the loss.”
Doe eyes had tricked you into drifting off, and now, your mind already began cooking up ideas on how to tackle the problem of pitching up a tent.
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It turned out that helping with the tents wasn’t the worst thing you’d experience that day. While instructions on this task were clear and allowed you to shift your attention to dinner faster than you’d thought, distributing food was absolute hell.
You’d been proud of the idea of providing the group with instant rice and veggies, thinking this might help them gain their energy back, but you’d forgotten that everyone here was trying to escape daily life. Because trips were there to enjoy yourself, they said; to eat unhealthy food and shove instant noodles down your throat - not something as basic as rice and some carrots.
You stared down at your pot, still filled to the brim while everything your other team members had come up with was already out and had already been eaten. Even if it was something as simple as ham and cheese sandwiches.
“I even seasoned it,” you told Dia as she stood beside you, eating her own portion while waiting for someone to ask for a second serving. “Is rice that bad?”
“Ah, don’t worry about it, honey,” she assured and leaned forward to shovel a gracious amount of your cooking onto her paper plate. “They’re entitled. If they knew how it is to starve, they’d attack you like hungry lions.”
You scrunched your nose, offended and sad before you smiled at the way Dia’s eyes widened at the taste of your food. She hummed in satisfaction, nodding with one thumb up. You tried one last time: with your fingers carrying the pot carefully, you went through the group in a circle, offering and hoping someone would finish what you’d so proudly cooked.
And no one did - except the exact same person who’d complained about boring meals just a day ago. Pausing his conversation with Youra, he looked into your pot fascinated, letting out an “Ohhhh” as if he’d never seen a meal this alluring. You were even more surprised when he emptied half of the pot, either eager to make you feel better or actually still hungrier than everyone around you combined.
“I’m happy we’re not in the hotel room anymore,” he then exclaimed loud enough for the whole campsite to hear. “The howling of the owls or whatever might actually overshadow Jimin’s snoring today.”
“Hey! I do not snore.”
Jimin was a sight to see. Wrapped in a blanket with tea in his hand, he might’ve looked sweet and childlike, but the fact that he was cuddled in the softness with one of Youra’s friends, changed the situation entirely.
But the words they exchanged weren’t the only reason for this shift in the atmosphere. Because when you went to your table again, eyes settling on Dia carefully, you noticed the furrowed eyebrows, unsteady breathing and disgusted gaze she was throwing at him. The pain in her stare was palpable enough for you to realise what it meant - and you hated that no one else seemed to understand, least of all Jimin.
“So what if I can’t sleep because you keep snoring tonight?” the girl asked him, head tilting and eyelashes batting in faux innocence.
“I mean, why don’t we test that tonight?” he suggested, pulling her a little closer to him. “Come visit me and tell me if I did in the morning.”
And with that, you looked at Dia again, making her snap out of her trance as her forlorn eyes met your worried ones. She gave you a soft, small smile that couldn’t even have deceived you if you hadn’t observed what had gone down just now. Throwing the napkin from her hand onto the table, she stepped away from the public eye and began the small walk to your tent.
You didn’t know what love felt like. The little flings and relationships you’d ever had were nothing that ever came close to this feeling - but you still understood that she needed you. A hand to hold, someone to silently show her everything would be okay.
With that in mind, you entered the tent and put your arms around her; and she let you hold her. For seemingly endless minutes, you sat on the sleeping bag, letting her cry and her feelings flow freely as you kept praying to whatever deity that she'd find peace in love at least some day.
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Your focus broke when you heard steps outside your tent, very close to where you were sitting late at night. Instinctively, you brought your flashlight up to blind the lurking creature, only to see once again that it was always Jungkook you crossed ways with.
He cursed under his breath, leather jacket sitting firmly around his shoulder as he stepped closer. “What the fuck? Y/N, didn’t you know one should never seek danger like that? What are you even doi-”
His eyes wandered to your lap in disbelief, and you averted his gaze to avoid seeing the way he scoffed at you with a shaking head. “Seriously? You’re… reading. What, studying?”
Your tongue played with the inside of your cheek as he hovered above you. He leaned down to grab the heavy book from you, eliciting a gasp out of you as he read a few of the medical terms you’d highlighted. And when you stood and pleaded to give it back, he raised an eyebrow, hiding the book behind his back.
“I came here to grab something and I’m going back to the little bonfire over there,” he told you, pointing to a spot that you could see glow from the distance, “come with me.”
You bit your lip, unsure what to answer before you shook your head. “No. You go ahead. It’s not for me.”
“What do you mean it’s not for you? We’re just having fun there, Y/N.”
“I’m not interested.”
He observed your expressions for a moment, seeing your pupils shake at your words before he understood and stated, “You’re lying. You’re dying to go to the bonfire, aren’t you?”
You said nothing as you licked your lips, looking away in annoyance and shrugging your shoulders with folded arms.
“What’s the problem then?” he asked, trying to meet your eyes carefully, “Come and make some friends, you-”
He took your hand to drag you to the party with him, but you refused instantly, pulling him back. Insecurity bubbled in your stomach as you remembered the years when you’d been younger, all the negativity rushing back as you complained, “I can’t do these things! Bunny, you don’t remember how I was in school. You were the one going around, making fun of teachers and finding new friends every day. Everyone was head over heels for your tiny group - it’s easy for you.”
Jungkook silenced for a moment, looking at you with something that resembled empathy as he waited for you to continue. And you did, because you were surely not done yet.
“I always sat in a damn corner and read a book, because no one cared to talk to me. They’d call me four-eyes as if it was a sin to wear glasses,” you confessed. Feelings that had come to the surface since the train ride and tonight’s dinner now sat on your tongue, and suddenly, you didn’t feel scared to speak them anymore.
You felt tears brim in your eyes when he squeezed your hand, making your voice just a little calmer as you said, “I’m just… not the cool, chill girl like you’re used to. I’m not all that.”
For some reason unknown to you, Jungkook smirked at your words as his free hand brushed through his light hair. He stepped a little closer, looked deeply into your eyes as he shook his head with a smack of his lips.
Then, he asked, “Who told you you’re not cool?”
You didn’t answer, only watched his soft eyes melt and gleam imminently even without much light. When you said nothing, he added, “Y/N, you always passed with the highest grades. Came here on a trip with over twenty strangers despite saying you can’t make friends. Do you know that something like that needs some serious guts?”
He scoffed, holding your hand tightly as he laced his words in genuinity. And you could only stare and listen. “You know the lyrics to every song. If I wasn’t a cheater, you could defeat me in every race to any flag or destination. You’re like the main character of a story, Y/N. What’s cooler than that?”
As your breathing stagnated, your view became blurry, too. You didn’t ever think it would be Jungkook who’d stand right in front of you, assuring you of things that no one had ever managed to do - not even your parents. The tone of his voice and calmness in his words soothed something in you and you didn’t want the peace to vanish just yet.
And as if he’d read your mind, he continued, “Stop dwelling on bad things and start loving yourself instead. You’re amazing the way you are.” He tucked your hair behind your ears, winking at you before he laughed and added, “But! There’s one thing I don’t like about you.”
You raised your eyebrows, mind already racing as you thought back to what you might have done wrong the last few days. “Huh?”
“You seriously don’t smile enough,” he told you, chuckling and slowly but eventually making your lips twitch upward too. “See! Telling you, if I had a heart, I would’ve long fallen for this smile. It’s fucking dangerous.”
You laughed when he did, finally giving in to his pleas to accompany him. You let him drag you to the bonfire; let him place you right next to him, attention gifted to only you tonight instead of Youra or anyone else.
Something about the cold of the night, the fresh wind, his palm on the back of your hand and him feeding you marshmallows felt like an entirely new life. You don’t think you’d ever laughed as much as you had tonight and the following days, about everything and anything.
Soon, your hiking feet met snow, a beautiful, untouched white of nature that you admired with each step you took. Jungkook would always eat your food without fail; tell you jokes, behave like a friend, tease you about the littlest things. The snowball fights flooded more serotonin through your body than any good grade ever had, making you roll around before landing right next to him and forming angels on the ground.
With each second that passed, you wondered how anything before this trip had been real. How life had been a vast nothing; a distant illusion that you were reluctant to go back to as soon as all of this was over.
But when you reached your goal, the peak of the mountain hill you were climbing, you questioned if it was your old life that had been the dream you’d dreamed or everything that was happening now.
“Come here!” he called you as he posed for a picture, one arm wrapped around Dia’s shoulder and one around you as you approached. “Look into the camera.”
Dia was glowing, incredibly happy that you and her had been the first one to touch the flag, finally winning the whole game fairly. But for you, the victory meant nearly nothing; for you, the camera didn’t capture a moment of win or loss, but a friendship that had bloomed between you and the three people who were screaming around you from the top of their lungs.
And if all of this experience was indeed a dream, you chose to stay just a little longer.
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Jay’s voice silenced the pleasant chatter as the last hikers arrived. He rubbed his hands, always wearing the same, friendly smile on his face as he said, “Last night approaching before we start hiking down again. Now you’ve seen the peak, the end of the trail and discovered your own limits! So for the rest of the evening, you may relax and do whatever you want.”
A cheer chimed through the crowd and faded into the wide fields of snow, your own heart jumping at the idea of walking down with your friends again. But the conversation wasn’t done yet - because when the laughter and applause died down, an unexpected question arised for Jay.
“Hey, what’s up there?” Jungkook asked, leaning against a tree as he pointed to another red flag on the peak of a smaller hill.
Everyone’s gazes turned to said spot before they shifted their attention back to your leader. Something about his body language seemed off the moment everyone tilted their heads in question, waiting for him to explain expectantly.
“Um, the place you’re pointing at is called the Haunted Summit.”
“Let’s go there then, can we?” Jungkook suggested, fingers playing with the digital camera in his hands, “I bet the view is amazing.”
Jay blew air through the nose before he looked down, teeth worrying his lips. He shuffled some snow with his feet and waited for a moment; then, he lifted his head again, intertwining the fingers of his hands.
“It’s called haunted for a reason. Does anyone know the story of that place?”
A collective murmur went through the group, shakes of heads urging Jay to continue, “Well, according to legends, there used to be a little place of worship. Something like a temple of some sorts. It’s said that a man devoted his life to the gods and goddesses, walking up there every single morning without fail. But then…”
He paused - probably for dramatic effects, you thought - before he took a deep breath and said, “Then he decided to stay there permanently. To pray all day and night, surviving without food or proper clothing before people ultimately found him dead up there.”
You heard someone gasp loudly, making everyone flinch except Jungkook who merely remarked, “Well, of course he’d die. Nutrition, sleep and warmth are essential.”
“You’re right, but that’s not all there is,” Jay then said, a finger wiggling in Jungkook’s direction, “apparently, this man had a daughter whose face was scarred beyond repair, and she wouldn’t find a groom, no matter how hard she tried. And in that sense, her father prayed for her to recover, find a man and settle down with a family. Now, legends say that a few days after they found his body, his daughter woke up with clean skin - and suddenly, everyone started turning their heads in her direction. She got married not long after.”
“People were so superficial back then,” Dia complained, shifting from one leg to another as she side-eyed Jimin in judgement, “some still are.”
You noticed the gaze she threw at him immediately, apparently the only one feeling the tension - but before she could say anything more, you chimed in and inquired, “Okay, but that doesn’t explain why we can’t go up there, though?”
Quiet agreement followed your words, but Jay was quick to provide an explanation. “It’s said that the ghost of the man still lingers there. Like a wandering soul who forbids strangers to pray where he did. His wish is supposed to be unique and all, and while many have tried to go up there and pray for their own happiness, they apparently haven’t ever returned. Hence, the Haunted Summit.”
And then, everyone went quiet, heavy breathing clearly audible and the atmosphere changing within seconds. A little proud smirk crept up Jay’s face, eyebrows raising as he popped the question that silenced everyone around you further.
“And? Still wanna go?”
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The mountains were different at night. Without a party, bonfire or the usual tumult, the forest seemed scary and the shadow of the peak daunting. And while courage still flooded adrenaline through your body, you were sure that you would’ve returned to your tent if animals of the night hadn’t demolished the silence that usually lingered over Ringrey Rise at late hours.
As you took quiet steps through the snow, eagle eyes trying to detect any movement, the snapping of a branch under your feet grasped your attention. Which would’ve probably scared you for only a moment before you’d moved on - but the second gasp that you heard only a few inches away was surely one of another presence, one that had you turn your head around in fear.
But when the voice broke through the night, whispers calling your name, you exhaled deeply, questioning how you hadn’t already anticipated that Jungkook would be a fellow reckless soul as well. Apparently, he’d had the same idea as you, because when he came into sight, he was carrying his rucksack - an obvious hint for not a mere walk around the tents but a bigger, more significant adventure.
“Aren’t you scared of ghosts?” he asked quietly, his face barely visible until he stepped into the ray of the flashlight. “I didn’t think you’d be this brave!”
You clicked your tongue, turning away from him as you told him, “There’s no such thing as ghosts, Jungkook. I’m fine. You’re the one trembling.”
You were only teasing him, of course - but he seemed to run past your sarcasm anyway, catching up to you with a shake of his head. “I’m not scared of anything. Even if there are ghosts, I will fight them with my own fists.”
“What if they’re transparent?”
“Then,” he said, jogging every now and then to keep up with your fast steps, “I’ll beg for them to let you go and keep me instead. Need to make sacrifices for gorgeous girls like you.”
You scrunched your nose in disgust, shoving him lightly as you distanced yourselves from the camp further and further. “Gross. I’m not Youra, Bunny.”
“Nah, you’re right. I don’t care about her, but I care about you.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
But despite your curses, you laughed, the banter going on for the rest of the hike until you found yourself under a canopy of trees, darkness advancing further. Jungkook was always a step behind, growing tired and gulping down his water every now and then while your energy remained steadfast, steps trodding forward with confidence.
At first, you waited for him to speak, wondering if he’d give up and ask you to rest for just a little while. But he never did, showing you a thumbs up whenever you halted to wait for him to catch up, fists on your hips and head tilted in amusement.
Jungkook might’ve acted tough on other occasions, but hiking surely wasn’t his type of sport. And at some point, you had enough, growing sick of his neverending panting behind you as you offered, “Let’s take a break.”
“I’m fine, Y/N… I… swear!” He was really trying to convince you with a hand on his chest, sweat glistening lightly on his temples as he nodded towards the general direction of the haunted spot.
When he tried to move again, you held him back with a hand on his bicep, grimacing before you said, “No, it’s me. I’m tired, I really need a break.”
“Oh,” he made, head moving to scrutinise his surroundings before he pointed at a flat, big trunk of a tree. “We’ll take one for you then.”
You nodded eagerly as both of you took a seat side by side, his body immediately falling forward and head hanging low as he caught his breath. Something about him was endearing - the way his lips pouted, blond hair falling around his face and eyes blinking slowly. For a moment, you let him breathe, waited for him to talk or suggest to keep going.
But instead of speaking, he sat up straight, a hand disappearing under his thin jacket before he suddenly pulled out a glowing flask. You let out a surprised gasp, a laugh following when you saw him drink and twist his face slightly. He turned to you, bringing the flask to your lips as he asked, “Want some? Good for the soul.”
You blew air through the nose, contemplating on declining the invite to his drinking party for a second before you snatched the alcohol from him. You took two sips only, but the liquid burned down your throat with an overwhelming intensity - one that you responded to with a semi-loud, “Woah!”
Jungkook sported the bunny smile you’d grown fond of the last few days, nodding with you and praising you for stepping out of your comfort zone. “Attagirl!”
“How gross is that shit,” you told him, throwing your head back and inhaling the crisp air of the chilly night. “Don’t tell anyone that I drank.”
You were joking, of course, but Jungkook scoffed anyway, nudging your sides with his elbow. “Why? To keep your good girl image? I bet you’re a beast behind that innocent smile.”
“Excuse me,” you answered, batting your eyelashes accompanied by a childlike pout, “I can’t even spell b-e-a-s-”
“Shut up.” The laughter never ended, every drop of the whiskey seeping through you and loosening any remaining awkwardness between him and you. After a while, he admitted, “I drink on every trip. Kinda gives me an additional kick when I’m trying to enjoy stuff.”
“You know you can enjoy travels without alcohol, too.”
He mumbled something you couldn’t understand, and you only responded with a smile before you asked, “You travel a lot, don’t you?”
“Not as much as I’d like. But I really want to someday,” he answered with a nod, hands closing the flask and beginning to fiddle with the content in his bag instead, “I’ll show you something.”
You watched his movements intently, blinking in question when a big book came into view. It had the Eiffel Tower on its cover, some quotes in French and other languages scattered across the page. You leaned closer, asking what that was before he started to explain, “My very own travel book. Here…”
He opened a random page, a printed picture of pyramids at the top with a small bucket list underneath. Placing half of the book on his and the other half on your knee, he flipped through a few pages, explaining, “It’s sort of a list I made for myself. Places I want to see and countries I want to travel to. I want to take pictures of the sights but also of all the dirty alleys and spots they don’t show in travel brochures. You know. See life outside my house.”
As he showed you the pictures, you realised that Jungkook was a bigger dreamer than you’d ever expected him to be. He had his head in the clouds, wanting things you’d never really given a proper thought to - always satisfied with living a boring life in your boring house.
But Jungkook wanted more than just to accept a mundane routine. For him, life was an opportunity, days he wanted to seize before he was too old to live by the carpe diem agenda anymore. But still, you wondered.
“You know that seeing all these places will take you decades, right?” you asked, turning back a page to take in the beauty of Japanese temples.
He, however, only shrugged. “So what?”
“I just mean,” you started, licking your lips and drifting closer just a bit, “are you serious when you say you never want to settle down? You could do all these things with a partner, too.”
You weren’t any less of a dreamer, though. While his thoughts floated somewhere in the sky, wanting nothing more than freedom and restlessness, your mind was on the ground, wishing for peace in your own home with someone you could rely on day and night.
Different dreams - but dreams nonetheless.
“These are things you might not understand, Y/N,” he said quietly, sighing into the forest air before he continued, “Settling down feels like a stop. Like I’m halting and refusing to move.” He laughed a little, shaking his head as he added, “I didn’t even ever tell Dia or Jimin about this. Why you?”
You shrugged slowly and he silenced for a second, thinking about his next words and how to phrase them. His mouth always fell open when he was thinking, eyes drifting away and staring at a random spot instead.
And then, he explained, “Your young years are here for reckless shit. Life is crazy and you never know when it’ll stop, you know? I just want to enjoy whatever’s left of my days to the fullest. I want to fly… to run… run too fast and fall and get hurt but stand up again. I don’t want to stop… you know?”
And although you lived your life differently, his words made sense - hit a spot somewhere deep within you that you’d never known until now. But right in this moment, it bloomed to its full form, intense and vibrant and so, so freeing.
Maybe he was right. Even if you were to get married someday and seek a quiet life, it didn’t mean you couldn’t fly, run, fall and stand up. You didn’t have to stop.
You wanted to say something - anything. He had smiled at you and indulged in his book again - but you were just staring again, nothing in your view as much in focus as Jungkook.
It was only until you heard branches crack and leaves rustle that you snapped out of your daze, flinching at the same time Jungkook did as your eyes looked for something in the darkness that didn’t belong here.
“These are the ghosts,” he joked, trying to find the source of the disturbance as he felt you lean closer, almost burying your face in his shoulder. “I thought you didn't believe in them.”
“No, but,” you whispered, every word growing quieter, “what if it’s something else?”
And something else it was.
When the little doe walked out of the thicket and stared at you with gentle eyes, your breathing calmed down, chest heaving and hands you didn’t know had settled around Jungkook’s arm loosening. As fast as the doe had come, it had run away again, thin legs carrying it away from you as both of you smiled into the direction of the moonlight.
“It had the same gaze as you do,” you mumbled quietly, your smile never fading as you looked into his very own doe eyes.
“You know…” He gulped, lips pressing together and giving way to the little mole under his mouth. “I was going to say the exact same thing. The same glitter in its pupils as in yours.”
Intoxication. Not from the alcohol but from him.
This is what you felt as he stared at you, eyes flashing from one spot on your face to another. Jungkook was intoxicating in every sense and every adventure with him was new, igniting new fires inside you in the cold of the mountain so late at night.
And in return, you gave him a feeling of home, warm and cozy and breathtakingly beautiful. In your presence, he almost thought he wanted things he’d never craved before. Your enthusiasm and determination were always so strong that he felt drawn to not just your appearance but to you in your whole entirety.
“Hey, Y/N.”
You raised your eyebrows in question, registering his movement before you looked down to his open palm. With another sweet smile, you let his warmth engulf your hand, standing to let him lead you wherever he was going, eager to see the world from his eyes.
There were no ghosts tonight. Only you and Jungkook walking up the mountain hand in hand for hours, barely getting tired anymore as dawn suddenly broke in and you found yourself with the red flag waving in front of you.
There, he released your palm, flashing you a grin before he placed his hands around his mouth and shouted into the world. You watched the clouds float by, the smooth snow on the lands lie below you, steep hills and the sun shining onto your hair.
The world was vast, wide, endless nature stretching for miles and his voice echoing and fading into nothing. No words, no names, nothing - just senseless vocals and consonants tiring his lungs and voice with the biggest smile you’d ever seen; and soon, you joined in the incoherent yelling.
You were acting like there was no tomorrow, reckless idiots at a cliff - but for you, this scene meant more than just being young and stupid. Because as happiness flooded your body in giant waves, your heart was yelling, too - but it was only his name.
Jungkook. Jungkook. And Jungkook again.
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The hike down had been easier than the climb up to the top.
Now that the main part of the trip was done, you noticed the ache in your legs, wanting nothing more than to relax in your hotel and sleep for two days straight. But the excitement that still flooded you kept you from doing anything like that; and in that sense, you were curious as to what the schedule mentioned for the last day.
And when you peeked at it again, you remembered the event, the hotel room suddenly seeming like an ideal alternative tonight. With the book you’d brought, a pool party seemed redundant, all the alcohol and kissing bodies already too much for you to bear as you walked around the resort with idle steps.
It wasn’t until you found your three friends and grew too sensitive to the sound that you gave in, sniffing at the shots Dia handed you before downing them in one go. You weren’t one to drink very often, the bitter taste burning in your throat and lungs too intense for you. But tonight, you figured you had to let go, because what had Jungkook said again?
Your young years are here for reckless shit.
And you had to admit: after three or four drinks, you didn’t feel the discomfort too prominently anymore. Your head started to spin sooner than you’d expected, cheers erupting from your lungs and the sound of splashing water so pleasant that you forgot the bad music for a moment and dipped head first into the pool instead.
“Y/N,” you heard Jungkook’s voice call after a while, golden torso dipped in the blue light of the pool floor and water dripping from his light, swept-back hair. You let out a sigh at the sight, taking in the beautiful body with the even more beautiful face, worries written all over his features. “Don’t drink too much, please. Just don’t listen to these dorks anyway.”
The two dorks were throwing each other around in the water behind him, coming to the surface breathlessly before repeating everything again. You were somewhat glad that Jimin was giving Dia the attention she so much desired, but on the other hand, you wished he wouldn’t get her hopes up, only to do something reckless again.
“Bunny, baby,” you said, the man in front of you flinching at the sweet name you’d chosen before you stepped closer, swaying dangerously. “Don’t worry about me tonight. I’ll be fine.”
Despite the sentiment you two had shared in the night in the forest, you’d grown cautious, the feelings that advanced for him with each moment scaring the hell out of you. While you wanted nothing more than to hold his hand again, you tried to back away, considering all the freedom he valued and all the girls that ghosted around him...
And as if on cue, Youra appeared at his side, hooking her arm in his as her curves danced to the music and tits bounced with her movements. You rolled your eyes, stepping away a little; too hazy to notice that Jungkook’s stare didn’t leave you for a moment, even when Youra urged him to follow her wherever she was going to lead him.
“See, you’re busy anyway, mister Jeon.”
“No, wait-” he exclaimed, reaching out for your arm, but you were already swimming away, your drunk self a little less sick of this girl but somewhat annoyed nevertheless.
Where you were standing, the water only reached your breasts, and in order to clear your head, you let your body sink into the cold water as long as your breath allowed. The moment every noise vanished, you felt somewhat at peace; nothing could disrupt it as your body floated under water - not even the few bumps of fellow drunk travellers who tried to get past you blindly.
And when you resurfaced, Jungkook was gone, dancing with Youra somewhere at the other end of the pool as she grinded into him with her back pressed against his chest. The view was painful in some way - the sting in your heart made you realise that sooner than you’d liked.
But something in Jungkook’s eyes - the lifelessness, the boredom, the carelessness - and his ghost touch on her arms told you that he was enjoying this just as much - or less - as you.
Something about the way his gaze stuttered and landed on you for a moment, gave you satisfaction that you couldn’t explain at the moment. But it was enough for you to smirk at him, turn your back and step out of the pool elegantly, hand grabbing your shirt from your folding chair and hips sashaying from left to right and back in a way your drunk self was sure he must’ve been fond of.
You didn’t stop walking until the music quieted down, approaching the fountain that stood right in front of the hotel building, its water glowing in a soft purple light. The edges were wide enough for you to lay your body onto the cold marble, goosebumps covering your skin in an instant as you closed your eyes for a few minutes.
First, you needed the world to stop spinning. And when it did, your eyelids opened slowly, the sky still a little blurry before the stars became clearer, twinkling and fading alternatively but never losing their beauty. You were sure minutes had turned into an hour - your intoxicated state was already drifting off.
You let out a deep exhale, taking in the vast cloudless nothing above you until you smiled when a thought crossed your mind. The sparkle looked like his eyes - big, dark eyes glittering, full of joy, life and care. Despite every stupid thing he ever said, it felt like Jungkook was the night sky that you were gazing at - becoming prettier and more refreshing with each time you thought about it in depth.
You were sure you would’ve found more similarities between the universe and him; affection rooted so deep inside you that every cheesy line seemed to infiltrate your brain as soon as it wandered to his existence. But instead of basking in the serenity, his voice disrupted your peace, a loud and clear call of your name making you shriek and fall into the low fountain sideways.
Drowning felt different from floating in the pool water, and when you broke the surface with squinted eyes and uncontrolled coughs, you heard his gentle voice chuckle.
“I’m sorry,” he said through the laughter, hands gripping yours as you opened your eyes slowly. Your oversized shirt stuck to your skin uncomfortably and you shook your head as you stepped out with his help, desperately trying to throw the wet hair out of your face.
“Wait, let me,” you heard him say, his fingers brushing through your hair and combing it back; the rest that wouldn’t oblige, neatly being tucked behind your ears. “Sorry. Are you okay?”
Now that the shock of temporarily getting knocked out of breath was ebbing down, you found yourself giggling with him, the giddiness of the alcohol still slightly lingering as you came closer to him. He raised an eyebrow when your lips were only inches away, your stare piercing through him until he asked, “What?”
You bit your lip and his eyes followed your movement, a finger coming to point at his face. “Your eyes really do look like the sky with its stars.”
And with that, Jungkook laughed again, pupils proving what you’d just said to be true and small dimples appearing on his cheeks. “You’re drunk,” he declared, taking your hand in his before he began to move.
“So are you.”
“I am. But not as much as you.”
“I’m not that drunk either. I’m sobering up.” You smirked at his back, damp hair strands falling over his head as he pulled you into the hotel. Blinking at him, you let your feet carry you wherever he was taking you - and yet, you felt the need to ask, “Where are we going?”
“To my room,” he answered, looking back at you with a smile, “Jimin isn’t there yet. Says he might not come back tonight. And I need you to sober up a little more.”
You couldn’t say that Jungkook was entirely in his right mind - even his steps became irregular sometimes, shoulder once bumping into the wall as he directed you to his room. But his speech was coherent, so you guessed he was able enough to take care of you just for tonight.
A few moments later, you were sitting at the edge of his bed, starting to feel strange but not letting your stomach irritate you too much. Jungkook had vanished into the bathroom, water running and other sounds occurring that you couldn’t assign to a specific object.
He came out with a big, fresh towel, his still half naked form stepping in front of you as he ordered, “Take off your shirt.”
You covered your chest with your arms, shifting backwards on the bed as he eyed your dramatic state with a roll of his eyes. He shook his head in annoyance, leaning down to you as he said, “You’ll freeze in this. Take your shirt off and wrap the towel around you. Or the blanket, whichever you prefer.”
His other hand carried a glass of water and a few crackers, and he placed them on the bedside table before he said, “And eat that.”
You were hungry anyway - so it was easy to oblige. You ate however much you could handle, gulping down the water before asking for more twice. While he gave in to your request, you did as he’d told you, towel covering your torso and shirt thrown on the floor next to the bed.
You didn’t know how you’d landed here. Just yesterday you’d been talking about ghost stories and travel plans - and now, suddenly, you were on his bed, watching him sit down in front of you with your skin largely visible.
“How do you feel?” you asked him as he laid down on the bed horizontally, limbs stretching and abs hardening. It was hard not to look at the hotness he emanated, but you tried to be as respectful as you could nevertheless.
“How do you feel?”
“I’m okay. A little better,” you said, shrugging, still a bit too drunk to trust yourself with anything, but at least the loud thumping of the music had stopped in your brain.
He hummed, a hand coming up to settle behind his head - and again, his bicep flexed in the most enticing way, your insides turning as you felt yourself grow needier in his presence. You wondered how he’d react if you leaned down right now and kissed him, trailing down his body with your fingertips until he told you he wanted more.
But you snapped out of your fantasy fast, swallowing the knot in your throat as you asked, “So what happens after this trip?”
His body stiffened a little - almost as if he’d remembered something. In his mind, an answer floated obviously, and for a moment, he contemplated whether this was the time to tell you what would happen when all of this was over. But in this moment, with your lips turned upwards and head resting on your bent knee, he couldn’t bring himself to spill his secret.
Not yet.
“Living life as it comes,” he told you instead, drawing invisible forms in the air with a squinted eye, trying hard to not look at you for too long. You were blinding him too much.
You stayed silent for a moment - and at some point, he thought you’d fallen asleep sitting up. But then, you sighed, legs stretching and settling on his, both your limbs forming a cross as you admitted, “You know… I wish I could live like you.”
“Hm?” he made, head turning to you and heart falling when he noticed the little pout in your face.
“I just… want to… not think about medical terms for once? Keep the books away, go out, drink, meet people… do what I’m doing right now as often as I want,” you rambled, voice growing quieter and head becoming clearer as time passed. “You walk around without any care and do whatever you want to do. And you’re happy. I want to be just that, too.”
“Do you feel caged?” he then asked, sitting up slowly and pulling you closer by your legs. You tried to concentrate on your breathing and your words - not on the way he lifted your chin with his finger, looking at you with so much softness and care that for a second, you believed he felt the same way you did.
He brushed your hair from your face again, his mouth far enough from you but seemingly inviting you closer with every passing second. You nodded, the same constriction filling your chest that always overcame you when you thought of the years that were still to come; full of studies, exams and exhaustion.
“Youth is crazy,” you whispered, smacking your lips, “I want to be crazy as long as I’m young. And not married.”
“And you can be,” he assured, nodding a little, eyes fixed on the towel that was slowly falling off your right shoulder. “Life isn’t just about marriage.”
You laughed lightly, gaze shifting from his chest to his lips and then to the galaxy in his irises. “But on a side note, marriage really isn’t that bad of a thought.”
He slapped your knee gently, eyebrows raising as he argued, “But it is! Y/N, this whole thing is just a new form of being caged. You have responsibilities, rules, routines. And I just value freedom. I don’t know. I will never settle down like that.”
“But!” you exclaimed, more reasons floating in your brain to demolish his doubts about a married life. By now, your head felt clearer than it had all day, thoughts so transparent and sensible that you were ready to fight him. “But can you not imagine the joy of waking up next to someone you love every day?”
Your voice turned soft, sugary sweet and your eyes melted as you tried to break through to him. He noticed the tenderness in your words - understood the sentiment and dreaminess you were trying to pass on to him so strongly. “Imagine accomplishing little things. Buying a house. Painting its walls. Grocery shopping, flour attacks while baking, laughing about horrible movies… Sweet, little things.”
He hated to admit that with every example you brought to day, the images in his mind were of you instead of a random face: your smile when you’d pick up your favourite food in the market; your enthusiasm about baking cupcakes but finding that he only wanted to be silly; your scolding when he wouldn’t do something he was supposed to do ages ago.
Little things seemed big with someone you were this fond of, and suddenly, Jungkook started doubting himself. Maybe, he thought, he could promise someone an eternity. Maybe it was even in his blood to fall in love and find himself able to indulge in one person forever until his last breath.
Sweet, little things - maybe he wanted them after all.
And if you’d known about his thoughts, his lips on yours in the very next moment would’ve surely made more sense. You would’ve known that the hand that cradled your face and pulled you closer meant something, the slow motions of his mouth against yours becoming more than just temporary decisions of giving in to the tension that lingered between you.
You didn’t know a heart could flutter like this. Your chest constricted, stomach clenching, words dying in your throat and your mind as you let him kiss you tenderly. Perhaps Jungkook’s kisses were always this fervent, awakening the feeling of being cared for; you were jealous of everyone who had ever experienced it before.
And yet, you tried to convince yourself that it wasn’t just that and that he was actually losing himself in you the way you were drowning in him, consumed by his sounds, touches and breaths that had you yearn for more.
“Mmh,” he hummed against your lips, the hand from the small of your back wandering to your naked waist as he pushed you back, making you fall backwards.
His mouth flew over yours, lips brushing yours every time he tilted his head to the other side; still moving slowly, carefully. You felt like paradise - you exuded a glow bright enough that you blinded him, pulling him into a state of craze so effortlessly.
You moved your face sideways to catch your breath, shifting back on the mattress and luring him into you until your head hit the soft pillow. He hovered above you, eyes never leaving yours and chest heaving uncontrollably. His gaze looked a little wilder than before and harboured a hint of insatiability although he hadn’t even tasted you yet.
“Y/N,” his sultry voice called out, caging your legs between his and his face making its home in your neck, “don’t you ever dare doubt yourself.”
He brushed his nose against your sensitive skin slowly before he pressed chaste kisses against it, inhaling your flowery scent. It was just a gentle touch, but it made you arch your back and your nipples perk under the fabric of your swimsuit, fingers settling in his tresses to tug lightly.
“Look at you,” he continued, scraping his teeth against your flesh slightly, “sculpted by angels.”
The honest and alluring tone of his voice toyed with your control and emotions, making you pull at his hair harder and moan into his ear unintentionally. Your sound affected him instantly, mouth opening before he began suckling, eager to form colourful bruises on your neck.
His deft digits journeyed over your body teasingly, soon gripping your thighs tightly before he wrapped your leg around him, your other coming up reflexively as he lowered his body slightly. The firm abs only barely grazed your stomach, hard chest touching your tits and hand settling at the nape of your neck to untie your bikini straps.
“Oh fuck,” you exclaimed when you noticed where he was headed, grabbing his flexed bicep intuitively before he lifted his head from your neck to look at you in wonder.
“Is that okay?” he asked, despite the heated make out session and feverish touches a gentleman who wanted your consent. “I know we’re drunk and all, so…”
You chuckled at his words, exhaling a sigh as you ran your hand over the muscles of his back. “I’ve sobered up enough to know that I’m not too drunk to make sound decisions.”
“Absolutely sure?” he whispered, your noses touching. You pulled him closer into you, one hand pulling down the bra as you nodded with certainty.
His eyes widened as they met your mounds, heartbeat quickening as scenarios and ideas of what he wanted to do to you raced through his mind. As his lips came down for another fiery kiss, he released the knot behind your back too, pulling the fabric from under his chest before he placed it next to the pillow without leaving the kiss.
Soon, staying in this position didn’t suffice for him anymore, voices screaming at him that he wanted you - wanted you now. With that thought filling his mind, he began kissing down your squirming body in enticing motions until he arrived at your tits, sucking on one at a time. You squinted your eyes shut tighter, groaning his name when he pinched the neglected nipple between his fingers.
Your lips grew dry from your excessive and fast breathing, legs opening wider to suggest for him to take the hint. But Jungkook was observant - he didn’t need a lot of your words or actions to understand what you wanted, lips trailing down further before his teeth pulled at your underwear.
Within a few moments, he’d stripped you fully, gawking at your nakedness and tempting body before he ran a hand over the skin that was still cold from the wetness of your swimsuit. He took you in with patience as two of his fingers ran along your folds, spreading them just lightly as he leaned his head down to your waiting heat.
Heart skipping several beats, you anticipated his next move, digging your fingers into the sheets of the bed and gasping when he placed an open mouthed, lewd kiss between your folds. His tongue darted out to taste your arousal, humming satisfied before he said, “You’re so sweet… absolutely perfect.”
And with that, he buried himself back in your cunt again, making out with it heavily as his hands extended the gap between your legs further and held them down. But before you could orgasm, much less near it at all, he detached his mouth from you suddenly, your whimper hardening his cock impossibly as he felt it twitch in his swim shorts.
“Don’t worry,” he reacted to your furrowed eyebrows, soothing your impatience with a brush of his hand against your cheek before he laid down next to you. Heat crept up your face at his gentle touch, his eyes holding so much care for you that you melted into the mattress, anticipating what he might do next.
He watched you shiver at the loss of contact and at the impact of the cold freshness of the night air flowing in through the open window. As he removed his shorts promptly, he barely gave you a chance to ogle at his big, growing length before he pulled you into his chest while pulling the blanket over your melding bodies.
One arm draped around your back, his hand settled on your left tit, the other coming down to palm your hungry pussy. His fingers prodded at your entrance, a delighted moan escaping him when he noticed how soaked you were, most likely ready to suck in not only his digits but his thick cock in one fell swoop as well.
“That’s how you feel for me?” he muttered, luminescent eyes taking in your side profile before he licked a stripe along your jaw. You moved your head to face him, capturing his lips in a luscious kiss as your body craved more, begging for him to take you any way he wanted to; you’d let him - you knew and he knew.
“Jungkook… please,” you lamented as you broke the kiss, hand wandering down his torso and stopping right before his cock, watching him rasp in surprise. “You feel that, don’t you?”
Your free hand cupped his over your overflowing pussy, your hushed voice adding, “That’s your effect on me… so please…”
And he didn’t need more than that, his insides burning and fondness flooding his heart when he realised that you really did want him that way, ready to give yourself to him. In a swift motion, he inserted two of his lingering digits into your hot, hungry walls, capturing you in yet another kiss as his tongue began to toy with yours.
Jungkook swallowed your mewls eagerly, exploring your mouth and savouring your taste. The sounds escaping you gained on volume the deeper he went, burying his fingers knuckles deep inside you as you took in shuddering breaths. Your mind went into a frenzy with the way he fucked his fore and middle finger into you, salacious grunts dripping out of his mouth as he relished the way your body begged for him.
“God, do you hear yourself, sweetheart?” he cooed before pulling at your lower lip with his teeth and then releasing it. You floated on cloud seven with the way he spoke the name, voice husky and fingers shoving you towards unbridled pleasure further. “Go on… whisper my name again.”
Ardent bodies pressing closer into each other, you called for him, carefully and hazily dropping your hand to his length. But this time, you didn’t leave it at his hiss, instead wrapping your palm around his heavy cock as curses tumbled off his tongue.
Your touch was cautious at first, like a curious doe exploring her surroundings for the first time. With your hand on him, you could vividly imagine what his member looked like, precum collected under your thumb as he muffled his sounds by pressing his lips against your chest.
“Oh shit,” he whispered, thrusting into your heat harder as retribution while he nibbled at the swell of your breasts tenderly. Squelching sounds filled the air, his fingers curling and spreading inside you to prepare you while his cock grew even harder than before; something you’d deemed impossible until now.
He reached a spot inside you that felt mind boggling, leaving you a whiny, demanding mess in his grip. You gave him the time he wanted with you, clearly enjoying all of this as much as you.
And when he finger-fucked you with last sharp thrusts and a roll of his thumb over your clit, you came with a blurred vision, moaning his name and pleas as he felt your walls pulsate around his digits delicately.
Jungkook truly couldn’t wait to feel just that around his cock, too. Then, he puffed out some air, head shaking against your skin as he said, “You’ll be the death of me… Y/N…”
“Let me fuck you,” he pleaded, sweat soaken forehead touching your pert nipples, “please.”
He didn’t have to beg for you to consent. You were already eager and waiting for him, licking your lips as you repeated, “Please.”
Biting his lip, he looked at you, capturing your chin between his fingers as he took in your fucked out beauty in all its glory. “Shit… okay. Turn around then, baby,” he commanded, and you were quick to oblige, wobbly body settling on your stomach as you waited for him to do whatever he was intending to do.
He reached behind him, opening the bedside table he and Jimin shared before he brought a condom to view, ripping the package. “I knew Jimin would store some here.”
As he rolled the rubber down his length, his eyes darted to your pliant form, teeth worrying his lip as he took in the way your ass glared at him so deliciously, your arms raised above your head. His cock twitched in his palm, the thrill of having you under him so intense that he felt the reckless urge to rip off the condom again.
Instead, however, he remarked, “As much as I’d like to stuff you full of my cum, we need to be careful.”
“Agreed,” you chuckled, rubbing your hands against the cold material of the pillow case. But your laughter soon died in your throat when he suddenly grabbed your hip and pulled you onto your knees.
A surprised gasp escaped you as you felt him align himself with your entrance, cock sliding up and down your folds for a few times before he asked, “Ready, baby?”
“Yeah, Jungkook, please…”
“Let me know if you need a pause or want me to stop, okay?” he said caringly, hand soothingly patting your ass and making you wiggle your hips slightly.
But the movement made your ass cheeks shimmy as well, Jungkook’s mouth falling open in delight as he ordered, “Do that again.”
It took you a second before you understood what he meant, but when you followed his instruction, he kneaded your ass brazenly - finally done with waiting. He leaned down to free your back from your hair, kissing your shoulders sweetly and muttering lovely words as he sheathed his length inside your pussy slowly.
Jungkook was so big - so much to adjust to. Which was probably why he took his sweet time with you, closing his eyes in concentration to get used to your tight walls engulfing him. But still, he bottomed out to your and his surprise, his eyes staring down to where you connected.
“Fucking hell, you… really can take all of me…” he spoke through shaky breaths, moving his hands to your waist to hold you in place as he shifted behind you to find the right position. “Are you alright? Can I start?”
“Yes, Jungkook, what the heck are you… waiting for, god,” you exhaled, mind cascading into an abyss.
And then, he began earnestly, shoving his cock into you cautiously at first as he tried to feel every inch of you. His member always came out wet with your slick, his jaw clenching with the way you pressed your tits against the mattress and raised your ass further.
The view was astounding, erotic to an extent that he felt his sanity slip slowly; the distraction became so prominent that he didn’t even realise that he’d stopped moving already. But you had - and with a newfound confidence, you dragged your pussy over his cock impatiently, beginning to fuck yourself on it faster than he had been.
“Ah… shit, what the fuck,” he moaned, voice thick with lust and veins of his hands and arms popping as he dug his fingers into your waist. Especially the way you took him in balls deep, only to move back entirely and repeat the process stupefied him - you were obviously more than just the studious college girl he’d gotten to know.
“Y/N, you’re making me - oh, oh god, you’re… making me fucking lose my mind here,” he drawled, letting you continue to your heart’s content.
“Sorry…” you breathed, gripping the pillow tightly, “Couldn’t… wait anymore…”
Your voice was hoarse, fucked out and needy; reason enough for Jungkook to slam into you surprisingly, eliciting a near-scream out of you as he began fucking you roughly. A minute or two passed, his hips forgetting the concept of mercy before he suddenly pulled out, leaving you empty and longing.
He fell onto the mattress with a deep exhale, tapping your thighs as he uttered the next order of tonight, “Ride me, babygirl.”
You met him with a smile, straddling his body before you sunk down onto his throbbing, proud cock swiftly. Keeping your balance by holding onto his brawny body, you began riding him with the energy you had left, panting over him with your tits bouncing and hair swept to one side.
Your mouth hung open as you moaned for him only - and with the sight of you over him like this, Jungkook became painfully aware of the fact that he would miss you violently when this was over.
“Let me kiss you,” he said, removing his hands from your ass and his arms stretching for you to nestle into him. You did, leaning down as he cradled the back of your neck before meeting your movements at a mind bending pace.
The way his hands caressed your body was utterly different from the way he rammed himself into you, loud moans and cries erupting from your throat. He pressed his lips against yours, tongues twirling around each other sloppily as you came nearer to your high.
Your fingers moved down to your clit between your bodies, rubbing circles around it crazily as he broke the kiss to say, “You’re so fucking pretty. Most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
Beautiful… no, he was.
An ethereal being under you, blond hair sticking to his face or sprawled around his face - a true sculpture crafted by skillful hands. You couldn't believe that someone like him was giving you a compliment as high as this; the one you were crushing on hard enough for it to hurt at all times.
But not now; right now, your mind was drowning in euphoria, happy hormones flooding your entire being - but the words he said next, you surely couldn’t categorise.
“I wish I could take you with me.”
You wanted to ask. But the way he slammed into you, cock finding all the right spots and rubbing against your walls incessantly, barely allowed you to form a single word, too much in a daze to think straight. And as he looked at you so softly, hand on your cheek and thumb rubbing your jaw, the affectionate touch threw you over the edge and into nothing, your release washing over you through broken keens.
Soon, he followed, your sounds, clenching walls and orgasmic bliss spurring him on as he shot his hot, white cum into the rubber. Sensitivity and pleasure brawled inside you until Jungkook’s stuttering hips stilled, chest heaving as if you both had run a marathon.
You remained on his chest for a moment, catching your breath and trembling as your sweat met the night air. Then, you slowly lifted your body, hissing as you felt your pulsating pussy clench around nothing; amplifying the soreness of the muscle.
You fell down next to him, grabbing the towel to clean yourself up as he discarded the condom. You closed your eyes as you tried to control your breathing as well as your spinning head. A part of you couldn’t believe that you’d just fucked Jeon Jungkook, him giving in to you willingly as you let your feelings flow freely.
You bathed in temporary ecstasy, remembering the gazes he’d thrown at you a moment ago: loving, caring, almost as if he wanted to tell you the same things you wanted to utter to him. But he stayed still, saying not one word, even when his breathing had steadied. You’d fallen for him and didn’t know if he had for you.
And then, you thought back to the way he’d always used to flatter girls - even here, he’d spent half his time trying to win over Youra. Maybe he didn’t want you here now either. And so, you let out a sigh, beginning to ready yourself to leave.
“What are you doing?” he asked when you tried to wiggle out of his grip, letting out a yawn as your eyes started growing tired.
“Going back to my room. Dia might be waiting.”
You slipped into your shirt and panties, attempting to stand up before his hand suddenly grabbed your wrist and pulled you back. You fell onto the mattress next to him again, looking at the confused expression on his face that probably mirrored yours.
Apparently you’d been wrong about him not wanting you to keep him further company, because...
“Stay,” he pleaded, nuzzling your neck as he planted a gentle, chaste kiss on your skin. “You’re still sobering up. I don’t want you to get lost.”
It hadn’t occurred to you that Jungkook might want you to stay. You’d thought that after all of this, you’d part ways again, him keeping an intimate night with you in memory while you basked in the delusional state of thinking he’d fallen for you, too. But instead, you found yourself texting Dia you’d be occupied elsewhere tonight before falling back into his warmth.
His arms wrapped around you tightly and his face buried in your hair, a type of affection in his touches that you didn’t have a name for yet. It really did feel like he harboured unspoken feelings for you like you did for him, but the fear of rejection lingered inside you so painfully that you didn’t dare to ask what all of this meant to him.
Instead, you put your hand on his firm bicep, wanting to know, “Bunny… do you really not believe in love?”
Maybe your question was too straight forward - and in the way he tensed, you thought that perhaps he’d understood what you felt. But in the drowsy state in which you floated right now, sleep slowly taking over your body, you couldn’t manage to phrase it anyhow differently.
“I’m not sure,” he answered, chest vibrating against your cheek as he spoke, “I think I’m just… scared.”
“Because…” He inhaled the scent of your shampoo, slipping one hand under your shirt to feel the warmth of the small of your back. “My… my Mom died younger than she was supposed to. Cancer and all that shit. And then my Dad remarried… she’s not even that bad and I know I’m an asshole towards her, but it’s just so hard to believe that…”
He gulped audibly, grip around you loosening just slightly while yours around him tightened. Almost as if you were keeping him whole. You finished his sentence when he didn’t as you whispered, “That he fell in love again? That he didn’t keep his loyalty to your mother.”
Jungkook’s silence grew further, eyes wide open and staring at a dark spot on the empty, neighbouring bed. Then, he nodded slowly. “I know it’s stupid. He’s allowed to. But I just miss her so much.”
You admired his strength: for someone who’d lost this much, he kept his emotions at bay perfectly, not a hint of an upcoming sob audible in his voice as he spoke steadily, calmly. You knew you would’ve broken down by now.
“You’re not stupid. Of course there’s still a type of attachment for you,” you mumbled, voice growing quieter and more tired, “but remember that love can happen more than once. And happiness, too. Try to understand that him being all alone might’ve been worse… at least he has her now.”
Jungkook swallowed another knot in his throat, readying himself to say something about his step-mother before he decided to state something else. “Maybe I do believe in love. Or maybe I will someday. What if I’m not entirely hopeless when it comes to this?”
“You’re not,” you answered, keeping him close to you before you gradually closed your eyes. There was one more thing you wanted to tell him before darkness consumed you, and in that sense, you whispered, “And people find it easy to fall for you, too.”
He sighed quietly, part of him wondering if you were referring to yourself, too. “I’ve never talked about this with Jimin or Dia… why am I telling you?”
You smiled, merely shrugging your shoulders; and then, your mind went blank, anything he said or might have said becoming blurry and inaudible. Jungkook was quick to follow your descent into a deep sleep, hoping that you’d be able to impart more knowledge to him in exchange for his life lessons.
He only woke up once, your shivering shaking him out of the dreamless sleep as he noticed that the wind blowing through the open window had become fresher. Carefully, he left you for only a minute, turning off the AC and closing the window before he slipped into bed next to you again.
The blanket covered you more than him and his arms around you provided you additional warmth. He noticed the way you slowly calmed down, your tremble soon stopping and giving way to your contented sighs. Soothing rubs on your back made you hum, and a small smile crept up his face when he felt your lips brush his bare chest.
But no matter how perfect you felt, his thoughts soon screamed at him about how tomorrow would be a painful hell of a day.
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When Jungkook woke up the next morning, you were still wrapped in his embrace, nearly as if you both hadn’t moved an inch the whole night.
Birds chirped a familiar song, indicating a casual morning, though they sounded different here in a stranger state and on a stranger bed. And with you in his arms, everything felt even newer - somewhat unreal. He could count on one hand how many times he’d spent the night with a girl and woken up next to her before immediately standing, getting dressed and leaving.
With you, not one ounce in his body fancied walking away, instead wanting to live in the moment for a while. You had your face buried in his chest, and he wondered how you could sleep like this anyway; but when he loosened his arms around you a little and gave you space to breathe, you sighed in relief. It almost felt as if you needed the air but voluntarily renounced it just to be close to him.
Jungkook noticed right away that you were a peaceful sleeper. You hadn’t draped your legs around his waist or sloppily drooled over his skin or pillow; you laid there, pouting and unbothered by the hair strand that moved with each breath you took.
He brought his lips close to yours, brushing over them before moving on to your nose. He wanted to kiss it; cover your face in gentle pecks without waking you up. But against his will, your eyes fluttered open slowly, taking in the sunlight that flooded through the now closed window.
Your fingers flinched a little, curling in when you saw him this close. You’d been awake for merely ten seconds, and yet, the sight of his molten eyes gazing at you awakened everything you’d felt the whole last evening and night. Memories flashing by, you remembered the moments you’d shared, the ache in your lower part still reminding you of how deeply and painfully you were caught in what he made you feel.
“Mornin’,” you whispered tiredly, blinking slowly. The headache was less bad than you’d expected, just a slight thump tingling and your stomach rumbling with hunger. Nausea hit you for a moment before you took a deep breath, trying to focus on anything but that.
Jungkook smiled at your morning face endearingly, brushing back his own hair before repeating the action with yours. “Good morning,” he mumbled, observing your reaction to his touch although you were already snuggled into him.
“Jimin’s still not here?”
“Do you want him to be here? See you like this,” he joked, laughing as you pouted and sat up slowly.
The other bed was still empty. You didn’t know where he was, but you strongly hoped that if he hadn’t spent the night with Dia, she hadn’t found out about his absence in his own room.
“God, I’m so happy I packed before the party yesterday,” you said, rubbing your temples as he stood and left the bed to stretch. “I feel like a mess and we’re leaving in… what time is it?”
Jungkook rounded the bed to grab his phone from the bedside table, eyes widening as he stared at the time before whistling and saying, “Just six in the morning.”
“What?” you exclaimed in disbelief, rubbing your eyes. “Did we just sleep for four hours or what?”
“I guess so.” Jungkook stretched again, candy for your eyes as his muscular body flexed and hardened at just the right places, golden skin glowing in the light beautifully. “Let’s go for a walk.”
You fell back into the bed, face twisting in disgust as you grunted. “No way. I'm dying. Sleep more.”
“Y/N,” he uttered softly, and suddenly his face was hovering above you, torso leaning down and fingers settling on your chin gently, “five hours are left. Let’s enjoy one last foreign sunrise.”
And then, he pulled you to your feet, hands on your waist. He gave you a small smile before he turned around, preparing himself to brush his teeth and get dressed. You took the time he needed to get ready to practically sprint to your room, avoiding the public walk of shame; but thankfully, you met no one and even Dia was still sleeping.
Of course she was. It was an ungodly hour after all.
You brushed your teeth with sleepy eyes, splashing cold water into your face and putting on the dress that you’d reserved for today. When you stepped out of the room, Jungkook was already waiting, wearing khaki shorts and a white, comfortable shirt that seemed to accentuate his light hair even stronger.
“The world isn’t even awake yet and we’re taking a walk,” you remarked as you passed a few trees and three squirrels. You waved at them as if they were actually going to react, and Jungkook laughed, throwing his head back as he buried his hands in his pockets.
You liked to make him smile. He always giggled like a child, his laugh shy and making you forget that he harboured all the confidence in the world.
You’d already walked for more than an hour, finding the little town you’d visited on your first day, drinking a strawberry shake before you made your way back to the hotel. The streets were empty, the road leading to your temporary stay seeming wider than when the bus had brought you there.
“Don’t you feel a little fresher though?” he asked, nudging your sides and tickling you unintentionally.
You scoffed as you rolled your eyes, sneering, “You might. I feel like a zombie and will knock myself out on the bus.”
“Ah, Y/N,” he said with a shaking head, “why won’t you give me the chance to spend our last few hours together talking and joking?”
The sting in your chest felt searing, and suddenly you wondered if Jungkook was planning to cut you out of his life forever once you’d returned to your city. It wasn’t even as if he lived somewhere else - meeting would’ve been a walk through the park for both of you.
Maybe it was easier to let him go just like that - to continue your studies and not work your brain this hard concerning a man you’d fallen in love with in the span of only one week. But something inside you felt restless, hoping that things might advance. You didn’t want to hold in what he made you feel; life flowed through you while you’d walked through the motions of the days so blurrily until now.
You wanted to be brave just this once.
You stopped in your tracks when the hotel came into view, fingers fumbling with the hem of your short dress as you said, “Jungkook.”
He halted too, turning around to you as he eyed your nervous state. Eyebrows furrowing, he stepped closer, meeting your sunken gaze as he waited for you to continue.
“I want to tell you something.”
You gulped, pressing your lips together, registering his anticipating, soft stare. But it only made the fear in you more intense, and when you didn’t speak, he asked, “What’s wrong?”
Even his heart was racing as he looked at you like this. Were you going to say what he thought you might? Or was it something he’d hate, something that would haunt him even when your presence was gone and just a memory?
“The thing is, I…”
But the words died in your throat when you heard someone call out for him, Jungkook’s body flinching as you both watched Dia and Jimin jog towards you. Something in their expression screamed discomfort, a crease between their eyebrows and jaws clenched in what seemed like anger. Jimin more so than Dia - he looked offended while she appeared sad.
“What’s this, Bunny?” Jimin inquired, holding up a big blue envelope that made Jungkook freeze at the spot. “Found this in your bag when I was looking for your camera.”
You stood behind, watching a situation unfold that you couldn’t decode. Jungkook took the envelope from him, looking to his feet as he mumbled, “I was going to tell you all on the train.”
“But dude!” Jimin said, puffing out air as he gave him a half genuine smile. “We were going to open a bar. And move in together. That won’t happen then?”
Jungkook didn’t reply - only looked at his friends in defeat. You stepped closer, seeing that his expression was endlessly pained, everything inside him questioning how to get out of this situation.
“I mean,” Jimin then continued, laughing sweetly as his dimples came into view, “it’s okay. I’m happy for you! Getting a scholarship for journalism in Chicago? That’s not easy, man. I just…”
For a second, your brain short-circuited.
Chicago was so far away. Not at all anyhow close to where you studied and intended to build a life. Suddenly, things started to make sense. The fleeting touches and gazes he threw at you, strongly indicating that your time was coming to an end, despite the night you’d spent together.
And even his words…
I wish I could take you with me.
You took a deep breath as you tried to interpret what he’d meant. Perhaps, you thought, even Jungkook saw a chance in you - to build something, to fall in love, to stay, to enjoy little things with you.
But even if he did, you knew you couldn’t keep him here anymore.
“I could’ve applied with you,” Jimin said, your mind snapping out of its haze. But Jungkook only shook his head, knowing exactly that this wasn’t what Jimin wanted - and besides, Jungkook needed this getaway, needed time for himself to see the world and meet new people. “Tell him something, Dia.”
The girl in question looked different now that you took a proper look at her. Her eyes were distracted, mind obviously swimming in melancholy. And when she stepped in front of Jungkook, put a hand on his shoulder and uttered her next words, you were sure she’d found out about Jimin’s nightly escapades.
“You should go,” she said calmly, staring at Jungkook with almost empty eyes. “It’s what you want and deserve. We have to leave our childhood behind now… you know, all these wild nights and careless drinking… and start becoming adults. So I’m rooting for you, Bunny.”
She smiled at him, nodding and patting his shoulder before she turned on the heel and approached the hotel with a fallen head. Jimin stared at her back in shock but collected himself fast, laughing a little in disbelief before he said, “Okay…”
“I’m sorry, Jimin.”
The man in question only shook his head, waving his hand in front of Jungkook’s face as he said, “It’s okay. Don’t apologise. You’ll do great and be an amazing journalist, I just know.”
Mimicking Dia’s pat on Jungkook’s shoulder, he followed her, both vanishing into the distance, leaving you and Jungkook alone in the middle of the street. Your mind still whirred from the new information, but you tried to keep your expression neutral.
He, however, didn’t. Guilt was written in his eyes as he looked at you like you were an anchor; like you could pull him out of the temporary misery he found himself in.
“They’re… mad at me,” he then whispered, worrying his lower lip.
“That’s okay,” you answered, taking his hand gently, “they’ll get over it. And be happy for you.”
He didn’t say a word for a while, hand trembling slightly in yours. For a moment, he lifted his head to the sky, closing his eyes before his gaze met yours again as he confessed, “I’m scared.”
You swallowed the heavy knot in your throat as you nodded slowly, smiling at him, “You get scared, too?”
He shot you a lopsided smirk, fingers of his free hand fiddling nervously. Then, he said, “Life is changing."
“So… I’ll suddenly be alone.”
“And here?”
“I’m not alone. I like it here.” His eyes looked at you imploringly, seemingly searching for something you might say that would either change his mind or urge him to go. “But I-”
“You… want to fly… and run… and fall, right? You can’t eat porridge every day.”
He flashed his bunny grin, grip around your hand tightening. “I want to see every single corner of the world. And… studying there will bring me closer to this goal.”
You nodded again, so happy for him but so broken for your own happiness. You weren’t sure if finding out like this, right now was worse than parting ways without a warning, going back to daily life as you were used to.
Jungkook tilted his head, tapping his foot against the ground as he told you quietly, almost as if to cheer you up, “I’ll have to go, Y/N.”
“I know,” you answered, nearly as if to reassure him you’d be fine. “When are you going?”
“In three weeks. Three years of studies,” he answered, twinkling eyes buried deep in yours, taking in all of you and memorising every inch of your face. “Will you miss me?”
You clicked your tongue, feeling your eyes grow damp but blinking away emotions before he could see. It was probably too late anyway. You were sure he’d seen through you and detected your feelings already, but you were in no place to speak them out loud. You couldn’t keep him here - not if he had obvious destinations he wanted to reach, clear things he wanted in life.
“Not one bit,” you answered, voice becoming slightly shaky but the lovely smile Jungkook had slowly grown fond of never faltering. He’d see it for the last time today - and he hated the thought fervently.
And when he realised, he snapped out of his thoughts, asking you calmly, “You were going to say something… right?”
You smiled at him again, heart heavy with a thousand emotions that you yet had to figure out. But with him right in front of you, so close you could’ve touched and kissed him again, you couldn’t just yet.
With a last squeeze, you let his hand go, hearing the sounds of your group from far away as your eyes stuck on his and you answered, “Just that… the world is awake now.”
And with that, your feet started moving, hearing his steps behind you as you approached the hotel for one last time. No matter what still lingered on your tongue, you couldn’t tell him that morning.
Because no matter how deeply you’d fallen for him - he’d long fallen deeper for his dreams, giving you a thousand reasons why your journey with him was ending here and now. There was no way you would’ve dared to stop him from chasing them, even if it meant giving up your own.
Your heart ached, but somewhere inside, you were happy, too. To this day, you could never forget him - and if you were being honest with yourself, you hadn’t tried either.
Because with this trip, you were bringing home a heavier suitcase than before.
One filled with memories and faces; happy and frustrating moments on snowy mountains; warm days and cold nights; pictures you’d taken, screams you’d left; new friendships, new adventures, new experiences.
And Jungkook.
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The last card falls from your hands and into the basket you’ll carry to the post tomorrow in slow motion. You lean back into the chair, stretching and hearing your bones crack as the sun vanishes entirely, giving way to the darkness and the sparkling of the stars.
Even now, the sky sometimes reminds you of his eyes; the glimmer you remember still haunts sleepless nights when you try to fall asleep desperately. But then you realise that haunting never entirely fits the feeling that creeps upon you - instead, your chest fills with warmth and a nostalgia you promised to carry inside you all those years ago.
You never allowed yourself to feel pain when it came to him; always strode forwards in life, chasing your dreams of becoming a successful doctor and better friend to those around you. Still unmarried, you’d long understood why settling down wasn’t the most important goal in life - it was to experience. Nothing in particular. Not long hiking days and endless nights filled with chatter.
Just experience life as it comes, in all its dull and vibrant colours, moods falling and lifting, pain and happiness coming and vanishing.
Five years have passed since Jungkook taught you all that and beyond. You’ve long stopped measuring time in boring units such as study years and began to count it according to the smiles you’ve shared with people. You don’t think you could be what and who you are now without him - one week in far away mountains was enough to change your whole philosophy and the way you view the world.
Jungkook never came back. You know he’s finished his studies and started his own thing, travelling the world and appearing on TV.
He’s changed. His hair grew out to its natural pitch black, still semi long as the locks frame his pretty, adulting face beautifully. Time has been gentle with him - no matter how much of it passes, Jungkook still glows, happily crossing oceans and borders and chasing his dreams.
While your being grew from what he made you, you sometimes wonder if he ever thinks about you. Probably not. And it’s, in fact, okay too.
Because he’s been gone for half a decade, no trace of his return anywhere written in the sky unless he decides to come to the wedding. But deep inside, you’ve convinced yourself that waiting for him is not an option you will entertain.
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Jungkook opens his laptop with an exhausted sigh as he waits for the lights imprinted on his eyelids to fade.
Oftentimes, the Burj Khalifa glows in various colours, a light show making tourists halt and watch in fascination. After a few nights of staying in the luxurious hotel room that gives a perfect view to the skyscraper, Jungkook is still not over the beauty of Dubai, nights stretching without an end as he stares out the window and watches the world come to life.
Tonight however, he’s tired and spent, the adventures of the afternoon and evening only leaving enough energy in him to want to haul himself to bed.
When he thinks back to the last few years, he notices how nights like these have become a well known habit. It’s the same old story of searching for information to air, happenings around the country he stays in, captured in notebooks and on camera. With his colleagues, his hectic everyday life has become routine.
He always proceeds to either help out with TV narrations or narrate himself, loving the attention he receives when he steps in front of the cameras with a mic. The feeling of doing what he’d dreamed of so long is liberating - every day is new and alluring, boredom slowly fading from its spot in his dictionary.
But something’s always missing.
“Hello there!” a familiar voice chimes through the speakers of his laptop, so much happier than he’s ever heard it sound before. “Since you won’t pick up my calls, I decided to pester you this way. I know you’re seeing this, so if you do, blink twice!”
Jungkook smiles at the screen, gulping down half his water from the glass in his hand. With a tilt of his head, he listens to her and watches her stroll around in her pink, bright room with the most radiant grin he’s seen in a long while.
“Look at me!” she says through the monitor, twirling around and presenting her short, gorgeous dress. “I got a manicure. And my hair is longer too!”
She steps closer to the recording device and Jungkook isn’t sure if it’s the make-up that tints her cheeks in this rosy hue or if she’s blushing with her next words. “Can you believe it’s the same girl you guys used to tease years ago? The one in crop tops and crazy headbands. This woman is getting married, Bunny!”
A hand covers her face in slight embarrassment, her giggles filling his empty hotel room as he looks down at his lap. Then, she continues, “You’ll come this time, right? I don’t even know where you are. I want us all to be together just once more, here at my wedding, us clowns drinking together again just this one time. Please?”
Guilt bites away at his heart as he thinks about the flow of time and how he’s left everything he held close behind in a country he hasn’t seen since he first let go of it five years ago.
“Minhee wants to meet you too. Keeps talking about you guys and he doesn’t even know you!” he hears in the background of his thoughts, her voice becoming quieter.
Dia getting married opens up a gate behind which Jungkook has stored long forgotten thoughts. Something about settling down with someone, building a life he’s never wanted but considered on a day that now seems like it belongs to another life.
A drunken night, shared with someone who’d meant more to him than he’d ever imagined, soft touches, loving words and early mornings tugging at his mind…
“I need you here, Bunny,” is what Dia ends her invitation with, the hand carrying her ring cupping her face. Her expression is pleading, almost desperate. Jungkook knew his friends would miss him as soon as he was gone; but he didn’t expect love and friendship to overcome time and space like this.
After all these years, he feels like he’s not deserving of forgiveness and second chances, especially after messing up and leaving his loved ones behind, never bothering to even uttering another hello until it was too late.
Jungkook taps his fingers against the table next to his laptop, letting out another sigh as his eyelids become heavy. The difference between his high school friend and him becomes crystal clear when he reminisces the nights he’s spent on his travels.
While she has found her soulmate, he’s still seeking solace either in his profession or other bodies, pressed against walls behind bars or his hotel room bed as he chases temporary intimacy in fading passersby. He’s long forgotten most of the faces who’ve provided him pleasure during all this time; sex becomes a fleeting memory and love something he still hasn’t experienced.
With that in mind, he realises yet again how profoundly something is missing. Someone.
Maybe it’s time to go home again.
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Dia has planned way too many parties before the big day - at least for your taste. Perhaps you’re only grumpy about it, because she charged you with a copious amount of tasks that need to be done before she gets married. And you, as her best friend and maid of honour, reading every wish from her lips, obliged instantaneously before glaring at the neverending list she’s given you.
But tonight, you try not to dwell on the stress that has passed and still awaits you ahead. Because tonight, you find yourself on a beautiful stage lighted in different shades of purple and blue, matching your midnight blue dress that hugs your curves like a second skin.
The open air tingles your scalp, the ceiling missing as stars scattered in the sky above you glow like glitter. If someone had told you years ago to step onto the stage and speak into the mic you’re clutching now with ease, you would’ve stared back in agony, indicating that you wouldn’t even talk in front of a crowd if heaven threatened to crash over your head.
But you’ve grown. Changed. Found reasons to love yourself and gain the confidence to explain to everyone more or less in detail what the person grinning from the seat in front of you means to you.
“You know,” you start, breathing in the fresh and crisp air of the evening, unusually pleasant for a day in December, “Dia and I met on a trip five years ago. While we went to the same school before, it was that vacation that brought me as close to her as I am to her now. But when we parted at the railway station after the trip was over, I thought I’d never see her again. You know. Met and forgotten.”
You see a few affirmative nods here and there, almost as if the guests understand exactly what transient, temporary friendships and relationships feel like. You pause for a moment, eyes locking on your best friend who has her arm propped up on the head of the chair, smiling at you fondly.
“But then one day, I heard a knock at my door. Went to open it and suddenly she was there,” you continue with a tilt of your head, shaking it as you utter your next words, “I swear, I’ve seen all of her moods. The time she dyed her hair purple, because she was convinced a heavenly voice had whispered it to her.”
Chuckles sound through the crowd and grow louder, waves of pride washing over you before you continue, “And then the day she decided to pierce her belly button, because Y/N, everyone does that now! But I think the moment I’ll remember the most is when she came to my home with the widest grin I’ve ever seen on her… well, except today. Look at her.”
All gazes turn to her, endeared laughter filling the room as Dia buries her face in her hand in embarrassment.
“So she came to me… saying she’s bringing the most important news of the decade. And she was right. I’m getting married, she said. To that engineer I told you about? Yeah, Y/N. That one. We’re in love.”
You shoot her and her fiancé Minhee another smile, watching fondly as he places his palm on her shoulder from behind. You must admit, when you first met him, he seemed awkward, like the complete opposite of her visually and personality wise. Dia told you just today how he’d lost his engagement ring in the little pool behind the hotel, diving head first into it to fish it out before she could see.
Maybe things like these are just what make you realise that he’s the right one for her. Tears prick your eyes when you recall the hazy chaos of guiding Dia through her wedding. With every wrong instance during the preparations, Minhee has been there and your chest tightens, happiness stirring your heart that she's found her soulmate at last.
“And now we’re here. Just want to say… I love you so much. Don’t forget me when you settle in your new home,” you finish with a sigh, nodding towards the applauding guests and ready to step off the stage before you hear a silvery voice.
It echoes through the speakers, a familiar sound reverberating in your head and your mind trying to take in the words before new ones follow. You know him - still remember him. After all this time, you still can’t forget the warm honey that drips from his voice, words coming together as sentences and forming a melody you’ve only had the pleasure to hear in your dreams for an eternity now.
The art of patience is hard to master and even harder to keep; and it seems as if you’ve endured it for long enough, because now, he’s finally here again.
You turn around in a haze, motions reminding you of bodiless dreams before your eyes meet his starry ones. His gaze wanders to and fro, trying to decide whether to settle on you or your friend as he nears your frozen figure.
Jungkook’s hair is still dark since the last time you saw him on TV. Somewhat curly, covering his ears but not reaching his chin. As the lights shower him in vivid hues, his personality gleams even brighter, a newly tattooed hand holding another mic and the other buried in the pocket of his trousers.
“So you’ve decided to choose the path of eternal jail I always warned you about,” his silky soft voice teases, body nearing yours and emanating more confidence than ever, “But since you’re so eager to walk away from us like that… why don’t we make the best of the next days of our youth and be reckless for a few nights?”
He’s talking to Dia, you see it. But you still fail to ignore the slight sting that accompanies the butterflies inside you as his eyes keep darting to you. And when he nudges your shoulder with his, throwing a wink at you, you’re reminded of the shameless soul you met years ago; the never aging spirit that you’d fallen for so hard, who still makes you feel giddy as he taps the mic.
And then, tumult erupts in the hall when Dia stands to scream into the night, smile widening impossibly as she basically jumps him and holds him close.
The rest of the night passes in a blur as you try to understand that he’s really here, here for you to embrace, talk and touch. But you’re busy most of the time, soothing people’s panic when they spill the expensive champagne, trash drinking glasses or step onto other’s feet when the music urges everyone to the stage turned dance floor.
Jungkook tries to approach you a few times, walking through the hall and greeting old and new faces. But his eyes always linger on you, thoughts boiling hot in his mind as he takes in your beauty under the night sky. If anyhow possible, you’ve grown even prettier, a warm, inviting comfort in a night that keeps growing colder.
And before you both know it, the party is over, balloons and liquid scrawled across the floor when he finally gathers his courage and asks Dia, “Where has Y/N gone?”
Already drunk, his friend waves her hand in front of her face, informing him that you’ve walked to your room to change after getting suffocated in the dress all night long. Instead of seeing his curiosity in his stare, she pulls him outside, covering his eyes hastily as he protests.
“What are you doing? Where are we going? Are you drowning me in the river?”
Dia assumes he means the obvious one right behind the hall that stands not too far away from the hotel, and shakes her head, soon realising that he can’t see. But now it’s time to open his eyes anyway - what she doesn’t expect, however, is Jungkook’s expression to fall fast, something akin to guilt creeping up his face as he takes in the second presence aside from Dia.
“Jimin,” he mumbles as he stares down to the man who’s sitting on a bench, sipping on a bottle of beer with a nonchalant look on his face.
“Hi, Jungkook.” His tone is flat, void of emotion as he stands, not even opting to hug his friend after not seeing him for so long. “Didn’t really think you’d come.”
“Why would I not come?” Jungkook questions quietly, smiling a little as he watches his former best friend step closer.
“Well, because… you never bothered to talk to us? I wouldn’t have known that you’re still alive hadn’t Dia informed me here and now.”
For some strange reason that the bride-to-be can’t decipher, Jimin has chosen to resort to hurtful words instead of a peaceful reunion. The tension in the air is tangibly uncomfortable and she steps between the men as she complains, “Come on, guys. We’re finally together again. Us causing chaos and drinking the whole night, just like it was before! Can’t we-”
“Like before?” Jimin laughs, scratching his nose as he chides, “Except for our faces, every single thing between and about us has changed.”
“But nothing ever changes between frien-,” Jungkook begins but is yet again met with a mocking smirk.
“But now… we’re not friends anymore,” Jimin interrupts, full lips pressing together as his jaw clenches. Jungkook knows he’s angry and he knows why, but the pain that courses through him at Jimin’s words is something he still wanted to avoid for as long as he could.
“But we are!” Dia exclaims in shock, pointing to Jungkook. “We kept in touch, right? The last time we talked you were in London not long ago.”
Jungkook lowers his head, licking his lips as he sighs heavily. As much as he appreciates her attempts to defend him, he fully understands that he doesn’t deserve it, thinking back to the cause of the phone call that had come in the last time they’d talked.
“Chicago. When Dad died. You called, because… I couldn’t be here.”
Jimin scoffs at his words, the crooked smile never vanishing before he stands up and leaves the scene. Dia pats Jungkook’s shoulder in reassurance, pleading him to give Jimin just a bit more time and he’d come around. Forgive him.
She distracts him instead, asking how long he plans to stay, to which Jungkook reluctantly reveals he’d leave right on the night of her wedding.
“I got… a huge offer. I was going to leave the company I work for right now… you know, venture out, find new opportunities. Sometimes you have to leave a place to find something better,” he explains, toying with the hem of his suit jacket. “But my co-worker offered me to… host my own show. In Paris.”
Dia’s eyes widen at his words, slapping his shoulder lightly before she cheers, “In Paris, oh lala! Designer bags and the Louvre! That’s freaking amazing! Just what you always wanted, right?”
Yes. It is. The biggest opportunity he’s received in years, his chest filling with pride and excitement every time he thinks back to the conversation he had with his beloved colleague.
And he’s still looking forward to it, he really does - but something still tugs at his heart, not allowing him to relish in his happiness properly. Dia notices and tries to lift his demeanor further, attempting hard to make him feel more welcome and loved.
But Jungkook is in no mood for comfort that won’t seep through him until he hears the words from Jimin himself. And in that sense, he wishes Dia a good night, ready to cuddle up in his blankets and come up with a strategy to fight the battles that await the next few days.
His plans, however, change immediately as he walks along the bay of the river, the hotel already in sight but your presence calling him louder. Sleep seems like a distant wish with your angelic form in front of his eyes, utterly hypnotising as he approaches you slowly.
There you are, feet propped into the cold water as you sit on the steps that lead into the river. You’re wearing something else now, hair loosely hanging over your shoulders and face glowing in the faint, silver-white moonlight.
“Aren’t you cold?”
You flinch as you hear his voice yet again, splashing some water onto your grey, rolled up sweatpants as you take a deep breath. “You scared me.”
“I’m sorry,” he mutters as he sits down next to you, taking off his shoes and socks and dipping his toes into the water, too. He hisses for only a moment as you laugh, assuring him that “it’ll get warmer with time”.
A short silence falls upon you as you bask in the feeling that the fresh watery air brings into you, comfortably sitting next to each other while you both wait for the other to speak. Then, he turns to look at you, capturing his lower lip between his teeth for a moment before he asks, “Were you… this beautiful before, too? Or was time extra nice to you?”
You laugh, throwing your head back gently before you turn to look at him. It’s the first time you’re actually looking at him tonight, despite having ogled at his form when he appeared earlier tonight.
Jungkook is still as beautiful as you remember in the deepest chambers of your brain. If anyhow possible, the dark hair and changed expression add further to his handsomeness, the same faint, light scar on his cheek reminding you that even flaws can make a person infinitely prettier.
But somehow, the glimmer in his eyes doesn’t match the one you knew from before. The liveliness they harboured all those years ago seems a little dull and faded now, carrying a hint of melancholy that drips from his gaze like cold water.
“Did you steal that line from a movie?” you inquire back, but he doesn’t laugh, only stares at you and your smile tenderly.
“It’s called flirting, Y/N… It’s-”
“Good for my health.” You’re not looking at him anymore as you whisper these words, taking in the beauty of the moon hanging in the velvety darkness instead; but it fades next to him, nearly becomes unenjoyable. “I still remember.”
“What else could I expect from a thriving doctor?”
You look at him in question, eyebrows furrowing. “You know about that?”
Jungkook smacks his lips, slowly getting used to the temperature of the water. Then, he says, “No. But I think highly of you. Of course you’d be a great doctor by now.”
You smile at him in a way that has his heart crumbling just a bit too much, a tinge of yearning stabbing his chest with more fervour the longer he looks at you. You’re so easy to become lost in. The world keeps spinning and his thoughts keep twirling around a million things - but you haven’t changed.
And as if you’ve read his mind, you tell him, “You didn’t change at all. Still these lame little pick-up lines and sweet, random reassurances.”
Jungkook averts his gaze from the fluorescent beam that surrounds you, too bright for him to stare as he looks at his reflection in the dark water instead. Over his head, stars still shine beautifully; the night sky you used to compare to his eyes long ago. But you notice that just like the stars twinkling above you five years ago, the shimmer in his pupils seems to have died, too.
“You just… don’t smile anymore,” you then remark, an echo of long lost memories following your words. “That’s the only thing that changed about you. And well, your hair. I love it like that.”
Jungkook rethinks the last years and days he experienced, happy and sad memories flooding his mind as he ponders various possible reasons for the shift in his mood. He wants to tell you. Wants to open his heart to a girl he hasn’t seen in half a decade, one he barely knew for a week back then properly. He wants to say it all to you, let your comfort cool the burning that unspoken words inflict on his tongue.
But as your phone buzzes between your bodies, his eyes automatically flicker to the message you received, an unknown number having sent you a text that Jungkook can’t help but laugh at.
“Saw a beautiful girl today and it was like…”
And that’s all there is. He looks at you with a raised eyebrow, an obviously teasing lilt in his voice as he asks you, “Secret admirer?”
You roll your eyes, hiding as much of your phone as you can in your palm before you lift your feet and dry them mid air. “So what?”
“Just asking. I understand though. You looked gorgeous tonight.”
“And now I don’t anymore?”
“Told you just a few minutes ago that you do.”
You giggle as his eyes widen, seeming darker under his black locks. You stand to hover above him, pointing to his feet as you want to know, “How’s the water now?”
Jungkook nods, moving his feet in the liquid that has now become pleasant, somewhat warm even. “A lot better.”
“Told you. Sometimes you just have to wait and get used to it.”
And then, you walk away slowly, shoes in your hand and eyes locked on the hotel building in the near distance. Jungkook is sure there’s more behind your words than just some harmless talk about water.
But right now, he can’t decode what you hinted at. He only watches your figure become smaller until you vanish, leaving him alone on the stairs as he feels a genuine smile erupt on his face for the first time since he’s arrived here.
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There are moments when Jungkook tries to tip-toe into your brain quietly to find out what’s going on inside.
Because despite being strangers for five whole years, you pick up your banter right where you left, hitting his shoulder when he looks at a girl for too long or smuggles a bottle of beer into his thin jacket without anyone noticing (except you).
Dia has planned a whole week with different events every day that will eventually lead to the glorious wedding. And Jungkook spends most of this time with you.
“She’s a bit of a lunatic, isn’t she?” he asks you when you enter a room you’ve forcefully dragged him into. Only two minutes ago, you caught him trying to sneak away with a bag, reassuring you that he would be back for game night before you could blink twice.
But game night was in an hour and there was no way he was going to - as he’d said - visit the old town and come back in time. Just the ride there went for over forty minutes.
“Always. But anything for the bride, right?” you tell him, tucking your hair behind your ear before you hand him a full outfit to wear. It’s a black button up shirt with white dots, almost looking like a night sky, along with dark jeans you urge him to change into.
He grimaces at you as he runs a hand along the fabric, curiously inquiring, “Why the hell do you have spare clothes here?”
“Because,” you begin, eyes darting from the champagne bottles to the flowers in the corner you’ve organised, “people get drunk. People don’t bring enough clothes. I want them to look nice, so I go above and beyond.”
“Above and beyond indeed. I’ve never seen anyone do that before,” he says with a tilt of his head, stepping away from you to approach the room next door.
You wait patiently as you lean against the table, listening to his quiet hums as he sings a song you’re sure you’ve heard somewhere. And suddenly, he opens the door to your surprise, your eyebrows furrowing as you wonder how he could change this fast. But then, you’re met with a sight that renders you speechless, your brain declaring him shamelessness personified in the most extraordinary form.
Because while the black button-up hugs his firm torso perfectly, you’re met with naked legs, merely the dark red underwear covering his most intimate part as your mouth falls open. Before he can see the way you bite your lip, you turn around, gripping the table until your knuckles turn pale and you scold, “Can you please put on the jeans? God, Jungkook…”
But instead of giving in to your request, he steps closer, his presence near your body causing goosebumps on your skin. Then, he worsens your state further, your heart beating violently in your throat when he reminds you, “What? It’s not like you haven’t seen all that already.”
Your breath hitches with a gasp, and when he blows some air against your hair playfully, your elbow flies into his clothed stomach reflexively, eliciting something that sounds like a mix between a surprised groan and breathy laugh.
It’s not the first time that you think back to the memory of your shared night, the touches and sounds still burned in your brain and serving as inspiration for when you feel like indulging in self care. He doesn’t need to know that, though.
It isn’t until you hear the familiar sound of a zipper that you turn around, raising an eyebrow at his smug grin before he takes your hand and pulls you out of the filled hotel room. He still cannot comprehend that you actually booked a whole room just for things you’ll need at the wedding, and he still teases you when you reach the open place near the hotel.
On other days, children play on the meadow, chasing each other or running around with a football in their hands. But today, everything has been transformed into a little open theatre, planks of wood having been rearranged to a small stage with fairy lights dangling from tree branches above you.
“This reminds me of the bonfires and parties we had on Ringrey Rise,” he suddenly says when you’ve settled in the last row, his eyes staring straight ahead into the crowd of mingling voices and excited smiles.
But your head moves to the side to look at him instead, endless thoughts tumbling over each other in your head as they try to grab your attention one by one. There are so many things he doesn’t know - that you’re not telling him.
He doesn’t know that you still cherish the warmth the fire brought you back then. He doesn’t know that your insides grew even hotter gradually when you realised that he stayed by your side deliberately, trying to give you some sort of comfort that you’d denied yourself for days. And he certainly doesn’t know that when he’d first told you how amazing you were the way you lived and breathed, he’d changed every opinion you thought you’d had about yourself.
Until today, you didn’t think you’d ever be able to thank him for the confidence he taught you back then, but now that you’re here, you’re quick to not let this opportunity slip through your fingers.
“Do you remember the conversation we had? When you caught me studying on the night of the bonfire?” you ask carefully, sighing right after as you watch his eyes settle on yours softly.
Manspreading on his seat, he intertwines his fingers between his legs, nodding as he presses his lips together and showcases the mole you’re so fond of. “Of course I do.”
“This, uh… might sound cheesy,” you say with a laugh, balling your hands to fists in your lap, “but I want to say thank you. You know, just… for cheering me up that day. Saying the things I needed to hear. I feel like everything you told me was exactly what I feared, but…”
You gather the words on your tongue, trying not to confess too much and too fast as he waits for you to continue. “But I wouldn’t be where I am today without you. I’m happy that I allowed myself to come out of my shell, but I have to thank you for encouraging me to do so in the first place.”
The smirks oozing with mocking confidence he throws at you usually stay present, but this time, he looks at you with wide eyes instead - his gaze a coalescence of confusion and pride. You soon decipher that you must have been the first one to tell him about his power of changing lives.
“Do you mean that?” he asks, blinking a few times too fast. And when you nod, his lips form a humble and pleasant smile, causing the flame inside your heart to blaze brighter before he adds, “I didn’t know I affected you this much. I’m happy to hear that.”
“You really did.”
Whenever Jungkook stands in front of a camera, he feels his soul float. Like a freefall, the adrenaline pushes his motivation further and forces him to work harder, smiles never faltering and the chase after his dreams never ending.
And with you, he feels something similar. You make him want to stay right here, sitting on uncomfortable chairs as you watch people embarrass themselves while playing children’s games.
Similar to you, Jungkook feels a fire in his chest each time you utter one of your lovely words - but differently from you, the heat never stays long but gives way to cool solace. Like a drop of water touching a hot surface and evaporating to clouds in his mind that he floats on as long as he sees and feels your presence right in front of him.
You keep staring at each other in oblivion until you hear applause around you, making you both flinch as you intuitively begin clapping as well. And then he laughs, coming close to you as he taunts, “And you were seriously studying!”
“Well yeah,” you yell over the noise, “I’m a great doctor now for a reason!”
“But studying on a trip, on a mountain!”
“Not if you’re there to interrupt!”
“And lecture you!”
“And see right through me…”
“You were crazy for me.” By now, the chaos has slowed down and his voice with it, his face too close, eyes too sparkly. You stare at him with a grin, scoffing slightly.
“As if.”
“I’m right.”
He’s right.
“Are you going to play the games tonight?” he asks you, voice quiet and his hand squeezing your knee lightly. You don’t know when it landed there, but you’re not going to complain either.
You click your tongue and shake your head, leaning forward in your seat without ever averting your gaze from him. “No. Let’s go somewhere else. And talk about how crazy I was about you.”
Jungkook smiles at you, standing before you and offering you his inked hand. You place your palm in his carefully, instant electricity flowing through your veins as he opens his mouth to confirm, “I think I love this idea.”
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When Jungkook walks to the hotel again, his body feels lighter than a feather, legs not carrying him but floating right above the ground. He wears a smile on his face with flushed cheeks, thoughts of you occupying every spot in his mind as he remembers the grin you shot him when you parted two minutes ago.
In his half drunk haze, he almost doesn’t see the man sitting on a random table aloof from the rest of the crowd, rubbing his neck with an exasperated expression on his features. Jungkook understands soon what Jimin’s doing with the other ladies and gentlemen who have gathered around him; and within one moment, the delirious feeling of floating vanishes and gives way to frustration instead.
He walks over to the gambling table, watching Jimin’s fatigued eyes look up at him for only a second before he lowers his gaze nonchalantly again. But when Jungkook arrives to stand right next to him, he acknowledges his former friend’s presence and sighs.
“Let’s go,” Jungkook says, placing a hand on Jimin’s shoulder gently, almost fearfully. “That’s enough, Jimin.”
He expects Jimin to bark back at his words, annoyed eye rolls accompanying his bad mood; but instead, he throws the cards onto the table, shoving the chair back and glaring at his company in anger.
“Fine. We’re done here anyway.”
While Jungkook seems like a saint to Jimin in front of these cheating gamblers, his indifferent demeanor returns the moment they walk to his hotel room in silence. Both have their hands buried in their pockets, Jungkook’s mind whirring around the question if he should accost his friend’s bad habits or not.
It’s only when Jimin thanks him for accompanying him to his room and telling him he’s free to leave that Jungkook speaks up. He follows Jimin inside, much to the latter’s displeasure - but the tension has become too unbearable and it’s time to address it once and for all.
“Why are you still doing that, Jimin?” Jungkook asks, folding his arms as he watches Jimin slump onto his unmade bed. Not much seems to have changed since their younger years when Jimin used to gamble away his money irresponsibly. “And please don’t act as if you don’t know what I’m talking about.”
Jimin doesn’t answer, instead cramming for the TV remote and switching to the first channel that comes to mind. For a moment, both grow distracted, the familiar voice in the TV grabbing their attention. There he is, talking to the cameras in the middle of Tokyo about something he’s long forgotten.
But what Jungkook does remember is that his colleague had stood right beside the camera, nodding affirmatively and showing him a thumbs up when he improvised a particularly good line. Jungkook gazes at the background attentively, a small smile playing around his lips until he’s suddenly gone.
Instead, Jimin has switched to a baseball game, leaning back against the headboard of his bed as Jungkook’s head shoots at him with hurt in his eyes. Voice becoming small, he says, “That was my show. Can you switch back?”
“Nah,” Jimin remarks in an instant, shrugging his shoulders, “I find it boring.”
“You think my show’s boring?” There’s clear and obvious ache in Jungkook’s expression, arms falling sideways and weight shifting from one leg to another.
Jimin stays silent yet again, only toying with the inside of his cheeks. Jungkook scoffs, brushing a hand through his tresses as he steps closer and asks, “What’s your problem, Jimin?”
The man in question stands from the bed, tongue darting out to wet his lips and voice injected with venom snapping back, “What my problem is? You know exactly what it is. Five years have passed, Bunny, and you never bothered to reach out to talk to me. There were days when I called four times, and I mean…”
He pauses, laughing at his pathetic complaints, wishing he could just stop caring instead. “Even if you can’t talk at one moment, you can call back, right? You come here, know nothing about my life and then you have the nerves to ask me what my problem is?”
“Okay, Jimin,” Jungkook cautions, stretching out a hand in defense and eyebrows furrowing. “Calm down.”
“Calm down how? Five years and barely anything from you!”
Jungkook’s voice raises as he utters his next words, becoming more irritated with each second that passes, “I didn’t call Dia that much either! But she didn’t complain! Try to understand, I was scattered across the world… trying to work towards my dreams and build up the life I wanted!”
“Dia expects nothing from you, Jungkook! She thought you weren’t even going to come to this wedding. But right! It’s about you!” His hands raise above his head in faked defeat, the come-hither smile never falling. “Your dreams, your problems, your excuses! Tell me, Jungkook - what am I doing in life right now? Hm? Do you have an answer to that?”
The vexation burns bright in his eyes, strands of his light brown hair hanging into his eyes as he walks past Jungkook to wash his face in the bathroom. He halts, however, right in front of the door when he hears Jungkook answer, “Your bar. You opened up a bar, didn’t you?”
Jimin laughs mockingly, shaking his head in annoyance. “Oh yeah. The one I lost a few months ago along with most of my money? Yep.”
Jungkook’s gaze softens, awkward silence befalling the room. His fingers twitch to reach out and pull Jimin into a hug, but the way he’s glaring at him from the other side of the room leaves no possibility for truce.
“I’m sorry… I didn’t kno-”
“Of course not. You don’t know anything, because you’re never here, because you never try. You didn’t even come to your own father’s funeral!”
And that’s when all empathy vanishes and rage takes its place, Jungkook’s blood boiling in lava temperatures instantly as he closes Jimin in and shoves him against the door hard. “At least I’m not a fucking gambler like you are! Useless, playing for dirty money while never finding a purpose in life!”
With that, Jimin pushes Jungkook back with a force that nearly sweeps the younger man off his feet, his eyes barely refocusing when he sees Jimin grab a statue that sat on the shelf right next to the TV. Jungkook’s eyes grow impossibly, breath hitching in his throat as he yells, “Are you fucking crazy? I will die, man! Here, ta- take this instead.”
Jungkook grabs the pillow at the foot of the bed, throwing it into Jimin’s face, hoping to diffuse the situation. Jimin catches it swiftly before hitting his friend’s shoulder with the soft, painless material. Although the fight is harmless, their anger is real, childish words flying around as Jimin curses at Jungkook who screams back that Jimin “should fight with his own hands if he’s brave enough!”.
With the aggression that both pour into their kindergarten fight, the pillow soon rips in two pieces, feathers flying around and restricting their visions as they fall to the ground in opposite directions.
Chests heaving, they stare at each other with darkened gazes, Jimin’s eyes rolling in disbelief as he remarks, “And all that... because of a guy winning a double jackpot in Tokyo.”
Jungkook’s about to curse back at him, an insult tingling the tip of his tongue before he freezes momentarily. He looks at Jimin with a raised eyebrow, pointing the finger with a tattooed smiley at him as he queries, “How do you know that it was about a double jackpot thing?”
Jimin clenches his jaw, still hellbent on avoiding Jungkook’s eyes. But Jungkook laughs, crawling closer until their knees almost touch. “You did watch my show.”
“Every single episode,” Jimin confesses quietly before his tongue wets his lips, his voice growing softer just a little bit. “How could I not?”
Both of their eyes wander down to the feathery mess, the air becoming lighter and more loving as time ticks by. After everything these two experienced in their past, Jungkook feels a newfound hope that demolishes the pain that the distance brought.
With a worried expression taking over his features, he says, ”Listen. Your time will come too. I have… a bit of money saved. Take it and save your bar.”
Jimin sighs heavily and shakily, eyes closing in weariness and soft, sweet voice whispering, “It’s a huge amount, Bunny…”
“How much?”
The older man gulps, the number leaving his vocal chords as if it’s painful for him to say it out loud. “Almost three thousand.”
“Okay. Done,” Jungkook says, his hand settling on Jimin’s shoulder carefully as the latter looks up at him with incredible distress in his eyes.
For a moment, he continues to stare, constantly swallowing the knot in his throat until he stands, walking to the TV and grabbing two glasses. He pours some whiskey from the bottle on the shelf into them, laughing gently.
“You idiot,” he begins, honey returning to his lovely voice, “you can’t buy my friendship with money. I’m not that cheap.”
Jungkook leans against the bathroom door, asking in earnest, “What can I do for you then?”
“Here.” Jimin returns to his spot next to his friend, handing him a glass before taking a sip as well. “Drink with me.”
With a clank of their glasses, Jungkook shoots his infamous bunny smile into his direction, drinking the liquid in one go with a grimace. And then, he tells Jimin, “You’ll still take my money.”
For a moment, Jimin stares back at Jungkook with his lips formed to an O and pupils dilating. Then, he breaks out in a genuine laugh - no mocking, no disgust, no hate behind it; only pure friendship, affection and nostalgia.
Apparently, nothing has changed after all.
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“It’s so warm for December,” you remark, dressed in barely a thin cardigan as you take in the tropic climate of the place.
When Jungkook knocked at your door this morning, you hadn’t expected to be greeted by his form carrying a bag around his shoulders, urging you to visit the old town and its attractions. You’d initially planned to sit on the couch the whole day, going over the last details for the wedding in your bathrobe.
You’d considered you looked terrible with a towel wrapped around your hair and no make-up present on your face, but Jungkook hadn’t blinked once before he’d told you to get ready as fast as possible.
Which is how you find yourself admiring the narrow alleyways, passing little cafés and restaurants located between the brick walls and hearing the happy chatter of people around you. Your hair flutters in the breeze as you reach an open square again, birds flying in the distance as the sun begins its descent.
“It’s beautiful,” you tell Jungkook, flashing him a breathtaking smile to which not even the beauty of the town can compare. “You must’ve seen places like these multiple times in the last few years.”
Jungkook’s left hand shoots out of the pocket of his jeans, gesturing towards the square as he says, “I’ve seen something like this in Venice. Piazza San Marco. But I’ve seen even prettier places that would blow your mind Y/N, you can’t even imagine.” He pauses for a moment, matching your slow steps before he adds, “I don’t think I could live like this… like you.”
You scoff from the side, nudging his sides with your elbow. With a roll of your eyes, you inquire, “Like me?”
“Yeah, like,” he begins, taking off his cap to run his fingers through his dark locks, “one place. One country. The same four walls, the same people and places. I know that’s your thing, but I can’t imagine the boredom of it.”
“I mean, I chose this life, Bunny.” Your eyebrows furrow as you laugh a little, trying to find something you can remark just to be petty about him dismissing your life like this. “I don’t want to wander around cluelessly like you.”
You pass by him, accelerating your steps as he halts for a second with an amused grin, watching your heated figure walk away. He catches up to you soon, arguing, “You don’t know how it is to sit with strangers and listen to their stories all night long. All the things they have to say…”
“And you don’t know how it is to sit with old friends,” you reply calmly, matching his smug smile as you take the challenge of out-arguing each other, “with a cup of coffee and listening to what’s happening in their lives.”
“You haven’t tried original kimchi in the heart of South Korea.”
By now he’s walking in front of you, backwards, guiding himself intuitively as you approach some ruins at the end of the square, most walls already tumbled down and giving way to a cliff-like area. You’ve barely noticed that you’ve reached a spot this high, fields and the horizon stretching endlessly beneath this place after hours of walking and laughing.
“And you haven’t tried my blueberry pie,” you answer, a hand gripping his shoulder and turning him around, “handmade with the instructions on my grandma’s recipe.”
But he doesn’t stop; keeps searching his glowing mind for more things he can say just to spite you. You’re relaxed, however, long having realised that he’s trying to rile you up - but you won’t give in to that. Whatever he has to say, you can counter with examples of your birthplace.
“Dancing with foreign kids, because they like your accent so much.”
Your eyes settle on a dove that pushes itself from the edge of a destroyed, low wall of the ruins, spreading its wings and flying into the fading light of the sinking sun. You feel at peace, remembering everything you’ve witnessed and seen in the hospital as you whisper, only loud enough for him to hear, “Seeing the birth of a child and the happiness that comes with it.”
And that seems to shut him up, no argument following as your hands touch the broken bricks in front of you. The wind is colder and stronger here, the open field playing with your hair and soul as you hear his playful tone again.
“And since we’re talking about it - you want children! Want to stay at home and take care of them all day as you grow tired and old,” he states matter-of-factly, laughing melodiously as you glare at him in your faked annoyance.
“Yes!” you exclaim, holding up your fingers, “I want six of them! And when they’re old enough, we’ll all gather in our living room, binging all the Lord of the Rings and Hobbit movies, okay?”
You attempt to walk away, your knee-length dress fluttering behind you - but his hand wraps around your arm swiftly, pulling you back and close to him as he tells you, “You’re not right, you know? Just really different from me.”
The shock of his sudden movement fades before you smile at him gently, watching his eyes soften and look at you with a feeling that looks like profuse endearment. And with his gaze, something in you turns into a puddle, too. “I know.”
Your expression looks soft, a deep stare piercing Jungkook’s soul and setting it on fire as he watches you turn and walk away from him. The way you’re standing in front of the last of the sunset, ready to fly away, makes you look like a mythical creature Jungkook has only heard about in stories and fairytales.
It’s baffling to him yet again how captivating you are, locking yourself in chambers of his brain and then throwing away the keys as if it’s the easiest thing you’ve ever done.
Jungkook takes a deep breath, finding his voice again as a crooked smile graces his face that you can’t see. From behind, you hear him break the silence as he asks, “And you really want six kids? All from one husband or can I help you out?”
“You’re freaking gross,” you remark as you sit down at the edge of the ruins carefully, looking at him in disgust before you turn around again. You try not to stumble into the endless abyss under you as you pat the spot next to you, gesturing for him to take a seat, too.
And although he approaches you, he only bends his body slightly, fishing out a brochure from his bag that he holds in front of your face. You stare at it in question, needing a moment for the words to become clear in your sight at the same time as he explains, “The light show. Let’s go instead of sitting here.”
“I’m tired, though, Bunny,” you tell him, patting the seat next to you again. “I don’t want to walk anymore. And it’s so pretty here, look.”
You nod towards the horizon, soaking in the evening sun and awaiting darkness already as you rub your shoulders. But he doesn’t budge, brochure coming closer to your face as he says, “But it’s a one time thing, Y/N. And I brought this to remember the address it takes pla-”
His gaze widens, loose hair strands falling into his eyes as he watches you grab the paper and throw it into the nothing below you. It falls in slow motion to his utter shock, a glare meeting your smiling eyes, ready to remark something angrily. But you remain soft and tender, pulling him down carefully.
“And if we find out later that the light show was actually solid and amazing as hell?” he grunts, the pout on his lips making you giggle lightly.
“Yeah, of course it will be. Amazing,” you answer before gesturing at the sight in front of you with an open palm. “But then we would’ve missed this solid sunset, you know?”
Jungkook silences, unable to respond properly as he stares at you, waiting for something with the feeling you might not be done yet. And in the next moment, his thoughts prove to be true.
“Kook,” you start, letting your eyelids flutter shut for a few seconds as you breathe in the evening air, “there are things in life that will always slip through your fingers. You can’t see and enjoy them all. Let some of them go.”
Jungkook swallows the knot in his throat, anger coming down as he lets his legs dangle from the edge, watching your profile glow in the soft orange sun rays. Never has he experienced a shift in his emotions this fast.
But then again, this discussion was solely about a light show; and with you sitting right next to him, drenched in the light nature is providing you, he realises that this might top any fake entertainment he’d looked forward to somewhere deep in this town.
“Stay still,” you utter, sighing as you tuck a hair strand behind your ear before you take his hand into yours, “and enjoy the moment.” Your thumb grazes the back of his hand, small palm wrapping around his large one and holding on.
Jungkook doesn’t want to fall in love.
He doesn’t want the things romcoms talk about, the butterflies that flutter wildly until one party leaves the other heartbroken and shattered. Love is supposed to be everlasting; he doesn’t want it to fade one day just for you to find someone better when you grow tired of him.
And while he hates the way his heart flaps and dances in your presence and with your touch, he feels an unknown emotion extend in his chest that he thinks might not be that unfamiliar after all. He thinks he’s felt it before, in another life, at another place, with you, only with you.
And as you sit there, watching darkness drench the town, he eliminates all negativity in his mind and does just that - enjoy a moment he might not experience again.
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Half of the taxi ride passes in silence as Jungkook reiterates your words in his mind, regret flooding him anew with the thoughts and memories that come crashing back from years ago.
You don’t ponder. Both of you look out the window for the first twenty minutes, Jungkook’s pupils sparkling above your heads in the sky as you get lost in the glimmer of the stars. It’s only when you turn to look at him, lips turned downward that he speaks again without meeting your eyes.
“Three years ago I was on a mountain with my team,” he starts, voice quiet and hair flying into his sight due to the narrowly opened window. “We were there to film some things, but none of us had a phone signal up there except for emergency calls.”
You can’t imagine where he’s going with his narration, but you listen attentively, his gloomy tone shaking and scaring something inside you. You shift closer until your legs touch, trying to glimpse at his damp eyes.
“When we climbed down, I had numerous missed calls, e-mails and messages. I’m talking… dozens and hundreds of calls. As it turned out, Dad had... died during the time I was up there. And I didn’t know. I couldn’t even attend his funeral… or tell him I loved him one last time. Nothing, nothing at all.”
And then, he turns his head to you, faces incredibly close as you see the agony and regret written in his face clear as day. He doesn’t cry; holds himself together the same way he did when he told you about his mother all those years ago. Then, he smiles, the same old crooked smirk appearing but never reaching his eyes as he lifts your chin with his fingers.
“I never even told Jimin or Dia about this,” he says, his thumb brushing against your cheek softly and electrifying your skin, “why am I telling you?”
You shrug your shoulders, smiling at him as you answer, “I don’t know.”
You lean into his touch, placing your head on his shoulder. And before you know it, you’ve arrived at the hotel again, both your senses coming to life when your driver wakes you up and informs you it’s time to leave.
As both your eyes meet, you find your face dangerously close to his like before, both of you staring at each other’s lips as the silence of the night engulfs you. But before you can do anything stupid, you back away, opening the door of the car and leaving him wondering.
Wondering about him and you.
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When Jungkook looks for you the next evening, surrounded by a crowd gathered around one of the guests singing away, he finds himself staring at another drama instead. From afar, he cannot hear the words Jimin and Dia are exchanging, but when Minhee bursts into the conversation and pulls her away, Jungkook’s sure he knows what’s going on.
He watches Dia and her fiancé discuss something for a while, fingers wildly gesturing and faces glaring until Minhee finally leaves, shaking his head.
“That was…” Jungkook begins as he steps closer, wrapping an arm around her shoulder before he squeezes, “intense. He saw you talking to Jimin for just a moment and got jealous?”
Dia furrows her eyebrows in confusion, shaking her head slowly as if Jungkook has said the most stupid thing since he arrived here. She exhales a sigh as he lets her body slump onto a nearby chair, the bonfire reflecting in his eyes as she stares into them.
“Are you kidding me? Minhee, jealous?” she then clears up, gulping visibly, “I was scolding Jimin for gambling again and Minhee came between us to defend him. He doesn’t want any conflict at our wedding…”
Guilt flashes through Jungkook briefly as he realises that he’s once again assumed the worst about Minhee. No matter how awkward the man appears to be, he truly seems to love his girl and respect all of her friends, whatever her past may be with them. While he’s obviously the other side of the magnet opposed to Dia, there’s no doubt that he will look at her like she’s the North star and chase her like his true love that she is.
“He’s perfect for you, you know?” Jungkook then tells her, lifting her head before he sees the wetness gather in her eyes. “I’m sorry for teasing you so much, but he’ll make you so, so happy. Definitely more than Jimin ever could’ve.”
She looks up to him in wonder, tilting her head and biting her lip before she giggles and asks, “You knew?”
“Dia…” he rolls his eyes, patting her shoulder gently. “Everyone except this dumbass knew.”
Both of them laugh, shooting a quick gaze towards Jimin who’s standing in the near distance, having moved from the earlier site to indulge in a conversation with someone Jungkook doesn’t recognise. Then, he adds, “I’m glad you’ve left it behind. You deserve happiness.”
“I just… one day realised that being childish about love and life will get me nowhere. Detaching myself from him and feeling for myself instead of for him was the first step to adulthood. That’s what I think at least,” Dia explains, rubbing her clothed thighs slowly as she sighs again.
Her words sound so mature. So different from what Jungkook feels although he has lived on his own for years, striding towards an incredible career and approaching life as it presents itself to him. But he still seems to lack full growth, understanding that the emptiness in his heart comes from nothing short but his own reluctance to just love.
“How did you know, Dia?” he asks her, eyes dropping to the ground. “That you want to marry him. That you love him and want him forever.”
She smiles at him knowingly, his mind easy to read as she thinks of her maid of honour and answers, “I think… love isn’t always something that comes suddenly. Most of the time, you feel it gradually. In the little things someone does and in the sweet words they say to you. Small experiences in life like late night talks and going for walks, finding out about their hobbies and… philosophies.”
He thinks back to the things he’s learned from you. Then remembers the exact same conversation from five years ago when you’d laid in his embrace, telling and explaining to him that love grew in small things. Settling down and wanting someone showcased itself in situations that were not as big as travelling enormous cities but were mundane, almost basic.
“At some point you just know,” Dia continues further, placing a warm hand on his arm, “and when you know, you have to do something about it. You really should, Jungkook.”
Jungkook’s mind grows dizzy as the realisation dawns on him, eyes closing for a moment as an image of you flashes by. He sees your lovely smile, moles at the right places that he’s stared at way too often, loving them dearly. The picture of your face and the memory of your laugh tickles his heart cruelly, heat rising in his chest as he takes a deep breath.
And more he doesn’t need.
With a kiss that he presses onto Dia’s hair, he walks away, fast steps seeking your form but not succeeding until he arrives at the exact same stairs by the river he first talked to you on when he came here. You’re looking into the dark distance again, hair tucked behind your ear as always as you smile at nothing.
“Y/N,” is all he whispers, and you turn around with a breathtaking expression on your face, warm and welcoming, homely and loving.
“Hey, Kook.”
He steps closer slowly, swallowing the nervous knot in his throat and chest heaving as he begins, “I need to tell you so-”
Before he can speak on, a stranger’s voice interrupts the late night moment between you, long fingers carrying two beer bottles as he hands you one. He’s grinning down at you the way Jungkook always does, mumbling something under his breath that Jungkook succeeds to blend out effectively.
He doesn’t care what the man is saying to you as he queries, “Who’s that?”
When you detect the uneasiness in his voice and face, you’re quick to introduce, “Um, this is… Seokjin. Seokjin, this is Jungkook.”
The man - Seokjin - looks at Jungkook with a sweet smile, the handsome grin adorning his face piercing Jungkook’s heart. He knows you probably like the genuinity and handsomeness in it. He wonders if you missed him when you agreed to drink with Seokjin, someone Jungkook has never heard of.
“Hi,” Seokjin says, coming closer and offering his hand as a greeting, “nice to meet you, Jungkook.”
That one single word breaks the comfort of the night like a mirror, the echo of shattered shards resounding in your and Seokjin’s ears as you stare in shock.
“What?” you ask, standing from the stairs as you approach Jungkook’s frozen form.
“I want him to leave.”
Seokjin’s eyes grow wide as Jungkook’s words seep in; and then he scoffs, full lips forming a smirk as he begins, “Excuse me, who are you to-”
“Her boyfriend,” Jungkook shoots without hesitation, “I’m her boyfriend, okay? Now leave.”
Your mouth falls open, and you twirl around in panic as you apologise to Seokjin, head shaking and fury filling your chest. “I’ll talk to you later, okay? I’m sorry… honestly, I don’t know what…”
But Seokjin nods and raises his hands to assure you that it’s okay, leaving you and Jungkook alone. You turn to the latter with a glare angry enough to faze him on other days; right now, however, Jungkook doesn’t care, thoughts of rejection and disappointment crowding and clouding his mind.
“You’re not my boyfriend. What the fuck did you just do?”
“But he is?”
He looks almost delirious, and your fury continues to grow as you try to understand, attempting to walk into his mind to see what he’s thinking right now. “What’s going on with you?” you ask instead, “Go and apologise to him, Jungkook.”
A scoff irritates you further, words accompanying his foolishness when he confesses, “I’d rather go and give him another piece of my mind.”
“You’re… fucking crazy,” you declare, feet moving on their own accord as you pass by him.
But he’s quick to pull you back by your arm again, voice soft but eyes pained. “The guy who sent you that message the other day. That was him, right?”
You free yourself from his grip, clenching your teeth as you hiss through them, “Yes, it was Seokjin. So what?”
“Are you in love with him?” You nearly laugh at his words, your heart aching as you realise that this can’t be happening - not coming from the boy you’ve given all your affection to and seemingly only receiving table scraps in comparison. “Are you?”
“Why do you care?”
“I do care!” he exclaims, making you flinch slightly as he steps closer. “I want him to be gone. Don’t go back to him.”
“I… Why no-”
“Because I want you to spend all your time with me. Me, not him or anyone else,” he admits, interrupting you once again as he sees your eyes fill with tears steadily.
He was an idiot to think that he’d been obvious enough for you to notice. Even back then, he thought you’d understood better what he felt for you than he did, and if it hasn’t become crystal clear to you in the last few days, he’ll have to say the right thing to make you understand some way or another.
But before he can, you break his heart further, if only for a second.
“I can’t! I just can’t spend more time with you anymore, and that’s exactly why I was here and ready to drink with him. He’s a damn friend, Jungkook!”
You dig your nails in your palms, most likely already forming crescent moons that resemble the one above your head. He looks back at you in further confusion, lower lip pouting slightly as he asks, “He’s not your boyfriend?”
You sigh in deep frustration, gulping down sobs as you cry out, “No! Why don’t you understand that being with you is fucking difficult, because if I spend one more second with you, I’ll just…”
Stopping mid-sentence, you let out a silent sob, one singular tear running down your cheek freely when he prods, “You’ll… what?”
And then, you gather courage, take a deep, shaky breath, tired of holding everything in for five damn years as you finally confess, “I’ll fall in love with you. Again.”
If anyhow possible, Jungkook’s doe eyes extend further, nearly popping out of their sockets as his mouth runs dry. His head spins for only a moment before he finds his grip on himself again, inching closer to you.
“And you won’t fall in love with me,” you then say, your brittle voice losing its volume as you add weakly, “again.”
What a stupid thought of you.
Not falling for you had seemed like an impossible task when he’d first noticed you on the railway station all those years ago. When you’d stared at him in hope, holding onto his words when you’d felt surrounded by people who didn’t fit your personality.
Every smile you gave him, kindness and gentleness filling his body with each twitch of your lips - you aren’t seriously thinking none of these things affected him… right?
He doesn’t know how to utter the words you want to hear just yet. His mind is still trapped in insecurity and doubt, confused but hopeful and utterly crazy, so entirely crazy for you.
There’s one last step that’s needed to close the torturous distance between you and him, and Jungkook doesn’t hesitate this time as a soft palm cradles your face to your complete surprise.
You want to ask him what he’s doing and why he’s doing it, but he doesn’t give you a chance as his eyes wander to your lips and lock them with his own in the very next moment. You feel your whole body tense under his touch, keeping your eyes open for a second too long until you give in to his hot breath and tender kiss.
His other arm pulls you into him, hand resting on the small of your back as he moves his lips against yours cautiously. Under his utmost care, you feel like you belong to him, the seemingly infinite wait coming to its end as you finally realise what’s happening and gasp quietly.
He kisses you for a few heartbeats longer, your tongues never touching and keeping the moment tender and you vulnerable before leaving your mouth in dizziness.
Jungkook stays silent. Looks at you with hurt and affection, guilt and fondness. His hands remain on you, breaths fanning your face as he keeps holding you, time and your bodies standing still as you hear the river water flow peacefully.
It takes a moment until he gathers himself and you into a full piece again, taking your hand in his and leading you to his room in a blur and tranquility.
And with the weakness you harbour for him deep inside you, you readily follow along.
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There’s a distance between Jungkook and you that you always feel when he graces you with his presence. Despite his touches and words, the thoughts of him being miles away never fade - and even now, with his lips brushing your shoulders from behind, the fear lingers in your chest.
You walked into his dark room a few seconds ago first, memories coming back steadily before you realised that history was repeating itself. Only now, intimacy doesn’t come as a surprise, your hypnotised self deciphering that he’s dragged you here for just that. And this time, you’re both sober too, your mind fully clear and aware of what you’re getting yourself into.
You let out a sigh as his palms run along your arms pleasantly. The mouth ghosting over your skin leans down to press a small kiss against your neck, your mind already spiraling around how this night might evolve.
“Y/N,” he whispers as his fingers find the zipper of your dress, slowly and sensually pulling it down. He rids your shoulders off the fabric, baring parts of your body as he adds, “Can you say it again?”
“Say what?” you ask breathily, taking a step back and pressing yourself against him. He welcomes you in his arms instantly as he wraps them around your stomach, head leaning down to suckle at the spot under your ear for a moment before he answers.
“What you feel for me… please…”
Heat warms your face as you hear his plea, moaning when he finds his place in your neck again as you confess once more, “I’m… in love with you.”
“You promise?”
“Yes…” you whisper, feeling his heartbeat fasten against your naked back as he gives your body a squeeze. With a swift motion, he turns you around, hand cradling your head right away and sighing as his eyes thick with lust and affection stare into your soul.
You think he’s looking for something in your gaze before he lights up a moment later, pulling you flush against him as his lips meet yours in a hot, intense kiss. As you hum into his mouth, his hands explore the skin of your back, running them up and down as he finally pushes his tongue through the seam of your lips.
Kissing him now feels different than five years ago when you’d given in to each other in the heat of the moment, not knowing about the other’s feelings as you dove head first into the fervent night you experienced together. You’re still not entirely sure what he feels for you - or phrased differently: you still have no clue whether he loves you as well or not.
But what you do interpret from the look in his eyes and his tender touches is that there’s for sure at least something. Infatuation. A crush. Growing love. You know there’s not nothing or else he wouldn’t bring you to his room right after your confession to find you bare-skinned again.
And as if on cue, he pulls back from your mouth, his expression growing wilder as he admits, “How are you still doubting what I feel for you? It’s always so… damn easy to fall for you.”
Maybe not the ‘I love you’ that you expected, but something that confirms your thoughts nevertheless. You want to ask him if he loves you the way you love him - but then, fear races through your mind: what if he backs away and stops all of this because of your awkwardness? What if the seething touches stop as soon as you urge him into confessing something he might not feel just yet?
For now, you want any type of consolation, even if it’s fleeting; even if it’s not as strong as what rushes through your body like a river.
You unbutton the maroon shirt that adorns his lean body as his eyes follow his finger running down your arm. He’s as lost in the warmth of your flesh as you are in his torso, his chest rising and falling fast but steadily. The lines of his muscles and the flex of his bicep have the same effect on you as they did years ago, your surroundings fading and blurring as you concentrate on the sight in front of you.
Soft fingertips trace his skin, leaving a burning trail along the veins of his arms and his hardened nipples. His appearance appeals to you enough to become oblivious to the fact that he’s staring at you, watching your lips part and mind drift off with pride and fondness.
It takes you a moment to realise that he’s gone silent and stopped his movements, and when you find him gazing at you, you remove your hand as if his scalding skin has boiled your fingers. You want to ask why he’s looking at you like that, your form backing away just a little - but he grabs your wrist mid-air, free fingers coming up to lift your face.
“I want you,” he declares quietly, leaning in to kiss your cheek repeatedly, “I’ve wanted you for so long now.”
You sigh when he bites your earlobe gently, his hand still wrapped around your wrist and your fingers digging into your palm. As you walk a few steps backwards, he follows, ready to see you fall onto the mattress before you manipulate the game and twirl you both around.
Knowing that he might try to find his dominance again, you hurry to push him back, straddling him instantly as you begin to work on his belt and his pants. Your clothed core moves along his thighs slowly, the sight of his thick and strong legs turning you on enough to seek any kind of friction for the time he’s not fully naked.
“I’m right here,” you assure him, undressing him torturously slowly as you cup his bulge over his revealed underwear. “If you want me, take me for as long as you want.”
“Don’t tell me that.” Jungkook is panting, impatience glazing his eyes and never leaving yours. “Or I might just never leave.”
Isn’t that the point? You don’t want him to leave - not now, not ever.
Excitement floods you when you finally pull his underwear down, the last intruding piece of clothing hiding what you’re craving so badly. Your blood boils and the knot in the pit of your stomach tightens as his cock springs out and points to the ceiling in the proud length and thickness you still remember. No matter how many men you hop into bed with, nothing will ever compare to the drool that collects in your mouth when you see Jungkook in his bare and enticing glory.
“Why are you staring like that?” he asks, words clipped and overlapping as he places his palms on your thighs.
“I just…” you start, licking your lips and moving down his body further, “really wanted to do this back then.”
“Fuck, don’t… say it like that…”
He’s right. Why say anything if you can show him instead?
One hand wraps around his cock before you start pumping, squeezing out more pre-cum that shimmers at the head, the involuntary twitches of his length screaming at you to take him into your mouth desperately. You want to tease him; want to edge him until he begs - but as impatience brews inside you as much as inside of him, you lean down slowly.
Shaping your lips into an O, you place them on his tip, tongue collecting the leaking arousal and toying with the delicate skin of his cock. He writhes and moans, hand immediately burying in your shoulder just tightly enough for you to let out a small hiss.
“Sorry,” he apologises with an airy voice, eyes hooded and lips parted, looking down at you like he can’t believe you’re actually and undoubtedly here. “You’re too fucking good.”
You shake your head to indicate that you're okay before you keep twirling your tongue around the crown, lapping up his cum before it can escape his slit; slow, tender, salacious movements that drive him hysterical. He lets out louder moans than before, huffing when you lick at a specifically sensitive spot, calling out your name over and over again when you decide to run your tongue along his protruding veins.
Five years ago you didn’t have the chance to gape at his cock attentively enough, but now that his tip is hitting the constricting back of your throat, you make sure to memorise each inch of his member. You look up at him and bask in the gaze he throws at you, concentrating hard to look at you while his insides burn and urge him to throw his head back and face the ceiling.
“Perfect, Y/N, this is fucking perfect,” he confirms after a while, hips unconsciously moving up and fucking your throat. You gag slightly when the tip of his head hits the back of your throat, reminding you yet again how big he is.
You hum and moan around him, whining just a little when he grabs your hair into a ponytail and tugs at it lightly. Placing your hand on his trembling thigh, you relish in the knowledge that it’s you who’s affecting him like this, that he’s going haywire because you’re doing something he finds good enough to let out these low, breathy, husky sounds.
Your lungs scream for air desperately, and you think you can’t go further for much longer when his grip around your hair tightens and wrenches your head back. You let out a small scream, looking up at his face from your spot and watching him upright himself. He mends the pain on your scalp by massaging it with soothing fingers, pulling you up and kissing you almost innocently.
Innocently - that is, until he grows tired of chaste kisses and touches again, grabbing you by your waist and flipping you over on the bed with one single movement. His gaze is fucked out, uncontrolled and hazy when he looks down at you and your bouncing tits, his cock hanging right in front of your face before he taps it against your lips.
“Can you take some more, pretty?” he asks as his thumb collects his pre-cum and spreads it along his length.
You nod eagerly, ready to swallow all of his release at even a hint of his request. “I can. I told you I wanted to blow you so badly back then, too.”
Jungkook laughs at your keenness before he bites into the soft flesh of his lip, wetting your lips with your own saliva coating his cock before you open up and he slides his member in slowly. It doesn’t take long until his tip hits the back of your throat; and you have to admit that taking him while he face-fucks you ignites something in you that the previous position couldn’t.
“Good, yes… fucking… amazing,” he praises, throwing his head back as he moves his hips and his cock in and out of your demanding mouth. “Gonna give it back to you tenfold…”
With your mouth stuffed with his thickness, you can’t respond to his remark, but your thinking ability chooses to leave you anyway when he decides to thrust in harder. For a moment, he uses your lips and your tongue the way he wants to, setting the pace and moaning into the room with no end in sight.
But when you cough, he pulls back immediately, a string of your spit hanging between your mouth and his tip as he leans down to kiss your cheek again. “I’m sorry,” he whispers again, kissing your throat and waiting for you to calm down as you catch your breath, “Lost control… Sorry, baby…”
“It’s… okay,” you assure him hoarsely, brushing your fingers through his dark hair, “you didn’t have to stop.”
He gives you a gentle kiss, biting your lips lightly before he admits, “I don’t want to come yet…” Another peck. “Will you allow me?”
There’s no need to spell out what he means, your desperate self nodding wildly and making him chuckle pleasantly. “But before that…” he starts, shifting down on the bed and lips ghosting over your skin, “I need to return the favour.”
And then, he trails down your body, making you remember the last time he did the exact same thing, preparing you for his tongue in anticipation before he backed away moments after he’d begun. You let out a small laugh, causing his face to shoot up to yours right when he reaches your clit; and watching his eyebrows furrow, you ask him, “Will you really do it this time? Like for real?”
He taps your thighs as he laughs with you, softly prying your legs open further and bringing his lips closer to your sensitive nub. “You were so obedient back then. Turned into a brat now though, didn’t you?”
“I’m still obedient…” you say, closing your limbs again to provoke him further before you add, “But you like it, right? You know… me teasing you...”
The softness in his touch vanishes as he parts your thighs again, nails probably leaving marks in your flesh as he warns you, “You can try to tease, Y/N. But I don’t think you’ll win here.”
You want to annoy him further, joke around like the actual brat you’ve become around him. But he silences you by kissing your heat, tasting your sweetness as he twirls and twists his tongue inside you. Moans send vibrations through you and sloppy and lewd sounds echo as he buries his mouth in your pussy.
High-pitched mewls leave your lips, vocals resounding and music to Jungkook’s ears as he groans deeply into your sex. You know he knows what he’s doing - the way he French kisses your pussy before licking a stripe along your slit and settling on your little bundle of nerves shows how skilled he truly is.
You’re jealous of everyone he practiced this on, his tongue working towards your orgasm as he ruts his hips against the mattress for relief.
“Just a bit more, baby,” he says to you, but you can’t think, can’t answer, don’t know what he’s talking about until he slides two of his fingers inside you surprisingly. He begins slowly before his actions become rougher, mouth coming back down and tongue catching your dripping arousal.
Your walls clench around his long digits as he imagines how just that might feel around his throbbing, large cock. The pinch of your clit and his next words seem to be the last push ultimately before you gush around his fingers, “Wanna make you come again… gonna fuck you so good…”
You arch your back, letting out sounds you’ve never heard come out of you, your relief washing over your whole body as stars cover your sight blindingly. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, what the fuck, Jungko-” you exclaim, eyes becoming teary from the overwhelming sensation and heart bursting in your chest.
In your hypnosis, you almost don’t notice when he slaps your clit lightly a few times and bites and kisses your thighs, helping you ride out your orgasm as he watches you go insane and squirm and squirt onto the sheets. A fascinated expression takes over his features, head shaking in disbelief before he remarks, “It’s your second time with me and you ruin the whole bed. Could you get any sexier?”
“Find… out…” you challenge, gripping your tits as you try to form coherent sentences. You move your head sideways, exhaustion already overcoming you as your cheek touches the relieving cold of the pillow.
Hands settling on your hips, he pulls you down on the bed a little, fingers and palm wrapping around his cock before he halts as a realisation dawns on him. “I don’t have any condoms.”
You giggle quietly; after all you’ve done, he just now notices the lack of the most crucial material in this setting - very typical of him. Hooded eyes look at him in endearment, your hand grabbing his arm and pulling him down as you say, “No need for a condom. I’m armed.”
His doe eyes widen at your statement, the thought of taking you raw tugging at his brain cells as you take in the beauty of the night in his pupils yet again. Different from what he’s been doing the last twenty minutes, his gaze is loving and soft - feels like a cozy home with a warm fireplace to soothe your soul.
The way he’s looking at you doesn’t leave a shred of doubt in you as you finally admit to yourself that he’s more fond of you than he ever intended to become. In truth, he doesn’t seem to be able to avert his eyes from you, making you feel like he’s discovered another wonder of the world that tops anything - reaching from the Eiffel Tower to the Pyramids - he’s seen until now.
As a traveller, Jungkook has captured one too many sights on his camera, but nothing ever compares to your blinding glow that never dims, even if you feel like an unreal illusion. But he doesn’t care anyway, ready to approach you with the same thirst someone in a desert runs to a mirage.
With a nod, he grabs the second pillow from beside you, an arm wrapping around you and lifting your back slightly to put the cushion under your hips. He whispers an encouraging “Okay” before he aligns his length with your longing, dripping entrance, eyes shooting up to you again as he observes your reactions.
Just like in the mountains the first time, he starts slowly, still so careful to not trouble you as he asks over and over again if he’s hurting you. As he slides in inch by inch, you keep shaking your head until he’s bottomed out and you hiss; then, he queries again with a soft palm settling on your heated cheek, “Does it hurt?”
“It… stings… but I can take it, do- don’t stop.”
You take a deep breath, trying to get used to his cock as he nods and begins to move with stagnant breaths. He watches you in fascination; entirely enchanted and intoxicated by the sight of the girl of his dreams moaning for him.
The crease between your eyebrows and parted lips make his member twitch, a silent plea to start fucking you in earnest resting on your tongue that he can hear without you uttering a single word.
And then, he listens, starting off slowly as you hum and close your eyes - he’s gentle, affectionate, kissing your shoulders and neck until your reactions aren’t enough anymore. Hand grabbing your waist, he concentrates on stopping his head from spinning, forehead glistening from the thin sheen of sweat as he tells you, “If it’s too much, let me know, okay? Because I don’t think I can hold back anymore.”
You nod understandingly, fearing yet waiting for what his warning might mean before he shifts on the bed. Repositioning and knees settling more comfortably, he exhales through his lips before he loses himself steadily and begins to pump into you harder. He’s not necessarily fast yet but buries himself to the base of his shaft, sharp and sudden thrusts accompanying his grunts as he slides in deeply.
“Jungkook, you’re so fucking insa- oh god,” you whimper and scream as he reaches the perfect spot. You look so fucked out under him; so ready to take him - and with your eyes rolling back in their sockets, he can’t help but admire the effect he has on you so profusely.
“So… unbelievable…” he breathes when you grip his arms and hold onto them, “that you can… take me this well…”
You melt to a puddle under his praises, eyes shooting open but averting his gritted teeth, clenched jaw and erotic gaze. Instead, you look at the way his bicep flexes again, sweat shining on his skin and a drop trailing down his temples.
He leans down, low moans and grunts leaving his chest and mingling with your own breathy sounds. His hands wander to your ass and grab it firmly, his nails pressing into your flesh as he lifts your torso slightly, your body half floating.
There are moments in life that seem unreal, no matter how alive they make you feel and how intense your stomach tingles. Or maybe, they feel like a dream because they make you realise how your heart beats to the rhythm of the situation, lifelines dancing to whatever euphoria something or someone brings.
With you underneath him, Jungkook feels like you’ve trapped him in the most beautiful of paradises, heaven’s light fading and flowers wilting compared to your brightness. If someone had told him that he’d have you like this, giving you all his affection like you deserve, he would’ve smirked and dismissed his conversation partner with a wave of his hand.
But you’re here, reality more palpable than ever: moaning, humming, calling his name like it’s the only word you know - the only word you want to know.
“I missed you,” he confesses as he leans down and kisses your neck and your face, “You might not be- believe me, but I missed you… all these years…”
An intimate moment during sex either brings out the truth out of people or renders them delirious, caught in the heat of the moment. Whatever it is, you bask in it, your heart melting and crying as it registers the words he just mumbled to you.
If you weren’t swimming in blissful oblivion, you’d tell him that he should’ve come back to you and called if he’d missed you. You’d beg him to stay this time and not leave again, despite knowing fully well that he surely will. If you weren’t oblivious and blissfully unaware of the truth…
“Show me,” you plead instead before you feel his teeth bite your earlobe, nibbling and sending a shiver down your spine. He moves his lips back to your neck and then your tits, deliberately leaving light bruises and marks of his teeth that have red, blaring alarms ringing in your brain.
You know you should tell him to stop - after all you’ll be serving as maid of honour in less than twenty-four hours. But then you remember the power of make-up and relax under his touch, letting his mouth suck at your skin with lewd sounds and delicious, soothing stripes of his tongue.
Noticing your pleasure, he asks, “You like that, don’t you?” And then, he bites and scratches again, inflicting the barest pain that has you writhe under his body as he fucks deeper into you, his length glistening and wet from your smooth slick. He rolls his hips as the curve of his cock hits your g-spot, the beauty of your dazed state causing his balls to tighten and his member to twitch.
But determined to not come before you, he lifts his body from yours, the sweat mixed with the cool air of the room making you tremble before he presses his thumb against your clit. For a moment, he stays like that, the rubbing just light but affecting you to the max. The fact that he keeps moaning when you do, drawing inhumane sounds out of you and welding them with his, doesn’t help you to cling to your sanity much.
Before you know it, your pussy overflows and squirts around his thick, impressive shaft yet again, sudden apologies slipping out of you as you squirm and try to wiggle out of his grip. But much to your pleasure, Jungkook doesn’t mind the mess at all; instead, he holds you into place and presses your body into the mattress further.
“Look at you, Y/N… You’re so fucking hot,” he affirms, his whole weight coming back onto yours as he loses control entirely. “How the fuck are you this hot? I’ve never…”
Jungkook stops mid-sentence, chasing his own high and knuckles growing pale as his grip around your arms tightens, probably pressing a you-formed shape into his bed. Instead of continuing, he squints his eyes shut, his gravelly voice muttering, “I’m gonna come, baby… where… where do you want me to…”
“Inside,” you interrupt, not managing more than this one word as he lets your arms go and places his on each side of your head.
Lips attaching to your neck, he cries out, “Okay… fuck, holy shit, you’re so damn tight-” And again, he stops his statements and reassurances when you clench around him on purpose, gasping and nearly crying from the sensation of his fucking and done with him dragging out his orgasm. He growls, body trembling and eyes looking deep into yours.
He wipes the hair from your face, leaning his forehead against yours as he begs, “Do that again… please.” And when you do, walls pulsating and clenching, he kisses you fervently, cock wrecking your insides until his thrusts become irregular but deep, moving your whole body up and down as he pounds into you.
And in the next moment, Jungkook gives in, coming gloriously with filthy, relieved moans, filling you up to the brim with erratic breaths. He seems to shoot his release into you endlessly, not stopping the stuttering of his hips until you’re stuffed and leaking.
Everything feels slippery by the time he is done, his golden, strong body shaking and his muscles relaxing. When you look into his starry eyes above you, arms barely holding him up, you push his damp hair back, noticing soon that he’s, for some reason, not pulling out.
“What’s wrong?” you ask when you detect the melancholy in his eyes, something about his gaze revealing that there’s an emotion and thought floating in his heart that he wants you to know - but not just yet. Then again, you feel like you can already anticipate what he wants or does not want to tell you.
He shakes his head slowly, keeping his thoughts to himself for now and smirking at you as he kisses your lips briefly before he says, “I told you you’re a beast. You gorgeous girl.”
A far away picture of a memory shoots into your mind, a conversation like this happening before in a similar context. “God, Jungkook…” you say, slapping his chest playfully, “the things you remember.”
He laughs with small crinkles around his eyes and a scrunched up nose, a soft, sweet chuckle before he tilts his head and states, “No, I just… want to stay like this for a while. Feel you for a bit longer.” For some reason, he feels connected with you like this somehow.
Kissing and making out with you some more, you take in the warmth and devotion he emanates, just now truly realising that he doesn’t just want your body but you as a whole; actually, really, undoubtedly you in your entirety. With his length still inside, your walls pulsate and your pulse accelerates as you feel him grow hard again eventually.
Without slipping out, he turns you both around, falling on his back with you on top of him as he asks with a twitching cock, “Can I?”
You lean down to press multiple kisses on his plush, swollen lips, wanting to know teasingly, “You still haven’t had enough, huh?”
“Have you?”
“I don’t think… I’ll ever tire of being fucked by you.”
He smiles and bites his lip, pupils dilating and shaking as he takes in every mole and curve of your features. “You’re so, so beautiful.” And with this one statement, you feel his cock standing in full length again, stuffing every inch of your cunt as he pulls you flush against his body and thrusts into you once… twice… thrice...
“You’ll never tire of getting fucked by me, hm?” Heat creeps back into your face as you whimper in pleasure and oversensitivity, fingers clutching the sheets underneath when he raises an eyebrow and adds, “Go on then.”
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When you wake up the next day, it feels like time is rewinding and repeating itself.
The warmth of his strong arms engulfs you all morning long, eyes still heavy and drooping as he watches you intently and with unleashed affection. Only this time, he doesn’t hold back and kisses your face at every empty spot, relishing in your giggles and touches as he holds you close to his chest and closer to his heart.
Today, you don’t take a walk at the ass crack of dawn. Instead, you sit up on his hotel bed and settle between his legs, listening to his soft hums and words as he narrates the adventures he’s experienced in the years without you.
First, he shares the stories he’s heard, ranging from chaotic nightlife fantasies to emotional tales he couldn’t have imagined possible in his wildest dreams. The way he speaks about the world outside your cute, little cubicle, sounds like a dream, too. Something you’d like to experience with him one day, seeing the beauty of your planet not just through his but through your own eyes.
Soon, he grabs his phone, conversations about waterfalls visualising in the form of pictures in his gallery that he swipes through slowly. Most of the time, you come back to a photo again, inquiring more details about his travels that he’s more than happy to provide.
“And this is in Croatia. Near Split. Magnificent in its whole glory…” he tells you, wrapping his arms a little tighter around you and pulling your back closer against his lean torso. He feels so lovely, homely, your body fitting perfectly in his embrace like a key in its lock.
Jungkook kisses your neck gently, butterfly pecks sending a cold shiver down your spine under the oversized shirt you’ve claimed from him, way too big even for him. His breath fans your skin hotly, his deep voice whispering with sentiment, “Not as pretty as you, though.”
You laugh at his words before he lifts his head from your neck again, continuing his stories about canyons, deserts and oceans enthusiastically. At some point, you start to invent your own interpretations of what the pictures on his phone make you believe, causing him to chuckle about made-up stories about Aladdin and Atlantis until his real experiences are long forgotten.
Somehow, you feel like the bigger adventure to him despite having seen and heard so much that other people never would. And the way you try your hardest to make him smile and laugh with stupid yet endearing stories has his heart floating above the clouds, ascending further and further until he’s sure it must have landed in front of the gates of heaven safely.
And suddenly-
“I love you.”
He says it when you’re analysing the sunrise on the picture in front of you.
He says it as a quiet, timid whisper that you almost miss.
He says it with genuinity in his voice, sugar dripping from his tongue and his touch feather light on your hands - and he says it again.
“I love you, Y/N.”
Jungkook crosses his arms over your chest, his phone falling into your lap as he kisses you again, this time on your cheek and your temple. A soft, harmless moan leaves your lips as your brain processes what he’s just told you, thoughts whirring wildly and trying meanly to convince you that this… all of this might not be reality.
Maybe you shouldn’t be as surprised as you are after your confession last night and his reaction to it, and yet, your mind and heart refuse to comprehend anything other than the assumption that you must be trapped in an illusion for sure.
But then, he speaks again, words turning sparks and flames into a wildfire you can’t and don’t want to extinguish anymore.
“You once told me love can happen multiple times. But I can’t remember ever loving anyone but you.” Jungkook’s eyes unknowingly settle on the same spot as yours, your mouth agape as your breathing becomes heavier.
For ages, you’d imagined what it would feel like if he ever uttered a revelation like this to you, heart always falling victim to imagined situations and trapping you inside your mind for longer than you wanted to. But now that it’s happening, you’re confused.
Because you do love him. You’ve always loved him - no one else but him.
He, whose eyes have resumed twinkling in your company. He, who makes you feel like you’re the only artwork in the world that’s worthy enough to admire for ages. He, who left you to chase his dreams. And with a burning ache, you realise that now, he will do it again.
You’re withering. Here in his tight hug, caged between his words, you’re withering like an unwatered rose, hoping that love can be preserved and stay at least this time. But you’re not sure that it will.
Sounds come to a halt and the ballads stop playing in your head, the room drenched in heavy thickness as the pink-tinted love glasses fall off your nose.
“Bunny…” you start, feeling his heart thump against you, thump for you, increasing your pain, “loving someone is a start. Do you know what happens after?”
Jungkook pauses for a moment, unsure what you’re going to say; but he asks anyway, “What happens after?”
You take in a shaky breath as you feel your waterline grow damp, fingers of one hand wrapping around his and clutching them tightly, “It gets hard to hold onto these three words. And I’m…”
You wait, turning your head and body slightly to look into his forlorn eyes, confusion and fear written clearly in them. “I’m a simple person who wants a simple life. And... you’re not wrong, just… very different from me.”
“I don’t want to talk about this,” he then says suddenly, his hand grabbing your free wrist and pulling you closer into him.
“You need to let go,” you tell him, looking down at your arm but not sure if that’s what you really mean.
He shakes his head in rejection, gaze filling with more and more fright, trying to shut out your voice to not hear what you’re attempting to say. “I can’t. I don’t want to let you go.”
“Then don’t go to Paris,” you beg, a blink of your eyes letting the expected tears loose before they trail down your heated cheeks. For a moment, he wonders how you know; but then he remembers telling Dia about it - of course she’d tell you, too. “The job you’ve wanted for years? All that travelling? Don’t do it. Because I can’t come with you.”
He knows you don’t mean it. Sees in your eyes that you’re not being sarcastic or manipulative - only serving bitter facts as breakfast as you try to explain to him why this might end just the way it did five years ago.
“Everything’s here for me. My parents, the hospital...” You list only a few of the thousand known reasons again, heart falling and mind spiraling. But then, you smile a little, bringing your face close to his as you cradle his face. Jungkook doesn’t talk - only listens to you, trying so hard to come up with a solution that reluctantly avoids blessing his mind, no matter how profoundly he pleads.
“I want you to come here and visit me twice a year. Oh and… don’t you start anything with anyone over there, okay?” you continue, watching him smile at your words slightly before his lips fall again.
“It’s okay,” you say, brushing your lips against his as you shift closer to his body. “I know your dreams. I understand that you want to pursue them first. You’ll just come back to me a few years later, right? And I’ll wait for you.”
His eyes fill with the same agonised tears as yours, the mole under his lower lip becoming visible as he bites into the soft flesh gently. Despite not knowing how to argue against your logic that is undoubtedly his own, too, he kisses you. Moves his mouth on yours slowly, your tears mixing and its saltiness finding its way between your lips.
When he pulls back, he beseeches, “Don’t go. All of this… feels too good.”
You want to back away, run away as long as the pain is still fresh, eager to avoid further words and memories that you’d have to get over yet again. And this time, it would be so much harder than the last time you parted.
“That’s why I should go, Jungkook.”
But he pulls you towards him by the grip he still has around your wrist, letting go and hugging you close within a single second. He pleads, “Just a moment.”
And you give in. Hold onto him tightly until he’s ready to let you leave.
You take in the way he breathes, talks and smiles. Commit to memory how his touch feels on your skin, tingling and burning, stinging and trembling. You know you’ll remember his eyes and his words until the next time you meet; the crooked smirk he shoots you so often; the pout of his lips and the hair strands covering his eyes that he barely ever removes.
You trace your fingers along the sharp line of his jaw and the curve of his torso, the thin waist, hard muscles and golden skin reminding you of loving nights and tender touches.
He holds you tightly - and you don’t want him to let go.
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You want to get out of your maid of honour dress.
There’s no doubt that you’re happy for your friend as she walks down the aisle, embodying beauty and grace as she smiles at her groom in endearment. Your eyes, however, never seem to leave the figure seated in the first row, red-rimmed eyes staring back at you.
They’re swollen from the last hours you’d spent in his room in near silence and you imagine you wouldn’t look any different if it wasn’t for the magical power of make-up. For hours, you’d remained in a fetus position, nestled in his arms with occasional tears until your phone chimed numerous times.
It reminded you that you had duties to fulfill and a wedding week to end, but the ache that weighed heavily on your heart dragged you back into his embrace over and over again. That is, until he let go, forcing you to get dressed and leave.
Even now, you feel his touch around your body, lingering intensely and stinging profoundly. One part of you wishes you’d never told him about your feelings and kept it the way you parted five years ago.
Back then, you left him with a clear conscience, talking of and thinking about memory-filled suitcases that made you feel whole and changed. But now, watching the situation unfold brings a kind of pain into your chest that you try hard to shoo away. The eyes that look back at you, however, do not allow you to do so very easily, piercing through you as if they’re trying to tell you something.
You barely hear the vows Minhee and Dia utter to each other, only fleetingly register the priest’s words as he leads the couple to an eternal life together. Involuntarily, you imagine yourself standing there with him instead, smiling at him with tears in your eyes as you vow to stay at his side until his lungs give out.
But it’s not you, and all you can do is let your gaze wander to him over and over again, tilting your head as locks fall into your face loosely. Your eyebrows furrow as he captures his lips between his teeth, shaking his head slowly as if he’s trying to tell you to keep your emotions at bay.
And yet, tears leave a trail down your cheek anyway, your chest becoming heavy as you suppress a sob until the crowds begin to cheer.
Dia comes to hug you before attempting to run down the aisle in her heels, wrapping her arms around you as she exclaims, “I love you so, so much! All of this wouldn’t have been as perfect as it was without you, Y/N, I-”
As she backs away, she finally sees your fallen face, her expression making your lip tremble further as you tilt your head to the side and hide your eyes from her worrying gaze. It’s supposed to be a good night, a perfect night - you don’t want to ruin it for her.
“It’s okay, baby,” she comforts you, wiping away your tears with her thumbs as the myriad of guests becomes louder and waits for her to stroll past it with a radiant smile. “He’ll come back. It’s okay…”
You look over her shoulder in an attempt to memorise him further, trying to detect if he feels as strongly as you do. And when you do, he’s approaching your form, your heart pounding in your throat and threatening to burst when you realise he might be coming to you to say goodbye for one last time.
But he does none of that - and you remind yourself soon enough that this is not your day, but Dia’s, the world you worked so hard to build gravitating around her wedding. He taps her shoulder and pulls her in for a tight hug, mumbling something that you blend out but makes her laugh effectively.
And then, he moves to Minhee, your fingers twitching every time you think he might press you into him just as close. His voice is silvery, modulated, breaking you further and differing so much from his usual tone as he threatens, “Take care of her, okay? I’ll break your bones if you don’t.”
The loud groom responds with an overly excited hug, thanking Jungkook over and over again for coming and gracing him with his presence.
You reckon he’s already bid goodbye to Jimin.
Because when Minhee lets his body go, Jungkook shoots you one last loving, infinitely sad and affectionate look. Starry doe eyes harbour the love he has to leave you with, and they say more than two weeks of back then and now combined ever could.
You tell yourself that it’s enough to know that he feels all that for you at all, pain striking and unbearable just like yours. But common misery does not soothe yours, and it only grows incessantly when he lowers his eyes, turns around and walks towards the big entrance.
No last words and no last touch, nothing.
If you could see him right now, you’d see tears falling to the ground. You’d recognise forceful steps, urging him to walk back to you and take you with him.
And if you could peek inside him, you’d see a heart shattering and falling.
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The airport is empty late at night.
Jungkook’s mind keeps drifting back to the party that’s probably still going on in the wedding hall, and he wonders how you’re feeling, what you’re thinking and who you’re talking to. He wants to know if Seokjin has approached and distracted you again.
He leans back in his seat, watching people walk by and sip on their coffees to stay awake as long boarding doesn’t start. The moment reminds him of a younger version of him, sitting right at this airport across from him.
One eye blink later, he sees himself, a blond, adventurous boy looking forward nervously to his studies and what life had in store for him. With pictures of his past, memories of a distant yesterday flood his mind as well, him standing in the living room and glancing at his father silently.
He’d stared at the picture of his late wife in awe, still admiring her beauty after all these years without her and not noticing that his son was waiting for his blessings for one last time before he left.
“Dad,” Jungkook said, pulling the man out of his daze, “I’ve to go.”
His father nodded slowly, clutching the chair in front of him, “Yes. Yeah, you’re right.”
Jungkook noticed the sadness in his eyes, head drooping and mind obviously occupied with something he wasn’t saying. “What’s wrong, Dad?”
“Hm?” His head lifted to look at his son, biting his lips before he continued, “It’ll just be so empty here. Even more so than before.”
Jungkook shifted from one leg to another, heart dropping at the sight of his good hearted father as he suggested, “Do you want me to stay?”
The man in front of him laughed breathily, tummy shaking as he stepped closer to Jungkook and placed a heavy hand on his shoulder. “You’d do that for me?”
“Of course.” Jungkook was sure he’d do anything for his good, old man, but the prospect of staying here after fighting for his dream for so long was undoubtedly unsettling, too.
“Alright. Stay then.”
A short silence followed his words, and Jungkook was close to inquiring if he actually meant it, actually wanted him to give up his life ahead to stay here. Instead of asking all of these things, however, he mumbled a small, hushed, “Okay.”
His father smiled at him with all the love he could muster, smacking his lips before he pushed his son to the door gently.
“The fact that you’re ready to stay is enough for me. Now go and get what your heart desires. Just remember that no matter what choices you make, I’ll support you, okay? As long as you do what you think is right for you.” He took a deep breath as he committed Jungkook’s appearance and smile to memory. Then, he added, “Don’t forget. Should you ever doubt a decision, it’s probably the wrong one.”
As Jungkook snaps out of his daydream, an instant realisation dawns on him. Several voices scream at him to listen to his father’s past words, a soft voice reminding him that a future is only a successful one when you’re looking forward to where you’re headed.
Strangely, the boy from back then had wanted nothing but to see the world - this and nothing further. But for the love of everything, that excitement does not resonate within him anymore.
Not when the definition of living his dream has changed; not when the face of his dream itself has changed.
Because when he thinks of his future, it consists of your eyes staring back at him and your soft palm in his. The world has shifted and so have his goals, all inhibitions of him leaving pointing at you.
And with a final push, Jungkook realises that time stops for no one.
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The ring of your doorbell shakes your dog awake from his slumber, your hand petting his head shooting up in surprise before you place the wine glass on your table.
You don’t expect anyone this late - and not at this time of the year. You know that Dia and Minhee are probably on their way to the airport, approaching their honeymoon vacation with thrilled hearts. Jimin is working towards his bar again, working out details before you can go and visit him on the grand reopening night.
In that case, you’re even more surprised when you open the door and are met with an everglowing Jungkook, holding flowers in one hand and a champagne bottle in the other. He shoots you an enormous smile, greeting you as if you’ve met just yesterday before he steps in and pecks your lips with his briefly.
You watch him walk towards your couch table, placing the things he brought with him onto it as your mind screams at you to snap out of your trance. And when you do, you ask, “What are you doing here?”
You haven’t seen him since the wedding. While it has barely been a week, time seemed to pass slowly these days, his absence clearly affecting you more than you wanted it to. And now he is back, strolling around your living room as if the clock didn’t tick for him torturously the way it did for you.
“I’m spending New Year’s Eve with you.” He shrugs his shoulders, a confused look plastering his features before he walks to you, grabs your hand and pulls you to the couch. He grabs your hand in his, looking at you carefully as he watches your eyes grow wet.
“Where were you this whole time?” you ask slowly, reckoning that he either left France very quickly after his arrival or never even stepped foot there at all.
“I was at home. With Mom.”
“And Paris?” you mumble, your free hand freeing his eyes from his hair.
You’re still skeptical but smile. You shouldn’t be happy about this - a fleeting feeling of guilt does course your body hotly, but you’re still happier than you should be.
“So you’re really not going?” He shakes his head at your question and you add, “Why?”
His eyes fall down to where your fingers connect, one leg nervously shaking and his voice timid and quiet. “There’s a time for everything, Y/N. And Paris just wasn’t calling me right now.”
“So you just said no?”
“I said no… for now. I still have a job and I’m good at it. I’m sure they’ll postpone this for me, so I can host the show at a later point,” he explains to you, raising your knuckles to his face and brushing his lips against them softly.
But you start to feel worried, gulping and holding back tears as you repeat the words he’s uttered to you a million times, “But Paris was your dream. Having your own show? I-”
“I said no, so I can make you say yes.”
You stare at him in confusion as you furrow your eyebrows, watching him fumble with the inside pockets of his jacket. What he fishes out has your eyes almost fall out of your sockets, mouth gaping open before you let out a light gasp involuntarily.
Right in front of you, a dark ring box rests in his palm, and he hands it to you, observing your reaction carefully. A small question slips from your tongue as your shaky fingers grab the box, chest constricting and tears escaping finally.
But when you open the box, your eyes meet the content consisting of a single toffee, a breath you were holding falling out of your lungs. You glare at him, half in annoyance and half in amusement, throwing the box back at him and standing to walk away in played anger.
“No, wait,” he exclaims, grabbing you by your wrist. And before you can fully turn around, he’s put an actual ring on your finger, hugging your digit perfectly and glittering shimmery in the warm light of your living room. “Marry me, please?”
You shake your head in disbelief, bringing your hand close to your face. “You’ve gone crazy, Bunny, you…” As you squint at the ring, you raise an eyebrow again, showing him your hand as you ask, “A fake ring, Jungkook?”
“But my love is real, babe!”
His defensive doe eyes are large and beaming with feigned innocence before he grimaces apologetically. “I didn’t have the time to buy a real one. I’m sorry…”
You’re close to saying yes. Even after the short time you spent together, you want to give in and fall into his embrace, uttering yes a hundred times and that there’s nothing more that you want than to have him here with you forever.
But then, your different dreams dawn on you and you feel fear flood your body again, body retracting as your steps carry you to your balcony. You know he’s following you; you can hear his voice calling your name and his feet nearly sprinting behind you.
There are still a thousand reasons why all of this is scaring you. The same old ones you’d gathered and recognised five years ago, repeating in your mind once again as you let out a deep breath.
“Y/N, I-”
“Jungkook, you’ll run away again,” you tell him, so sure that his love for you can’t be bigger than what he wants in his career.
He shrugs again, laughing lightly and stepping closer. “Then you’ll bring me back!”
“So you’ll… actually run away?” Your voice is squeaky and embarrassed, mind whirring as he smiles at you in amusement.
“God, don’t worry, I won’t be going anywhere, okay?”
“But!” you exclaim, fighting your brain as it urges you to argue against this marriage. Idiot. You should want it. You do want it. But what if you’re holding him back? “Porridge for fifty years. Are you ready for that?”
Jungkook laughs in fear, approaching you further as his eyes gaze at the fairy lights on your balcony for a second. “Are you already trying to scare me? Come on, Y/N, give it a try.”
“Try? You can’t try marriage, Jungkook, seriously, this…”
He sighs in frustration, eyes rolling as he explains, “You know I didn’t mean it like this, I’m just new to… you know… this.”
“I just- Why do you want to marry me?”
“Because you’ve trapped me, Y/N! You’ve made me lose my mind,” he explains to you, grabbing your hand into his again. “I’m still dreaming of the same things but with two tickets in my hand. I want to see and experience the world but with you! Travel and be a journalist and take you to places you’ve never seen, see every corner but while holding your hand.”
Your lips twitch as you take in his words, heart thumping at an insane rate against your ribcage as you shift from one leg to another. Jungkook leans down, wrapping his palm around your hand tighter as he presses a kiss against your forehead.
You feel his breath fan against your skin, the cold December air eliciting goosebumps on your arms when he continues, “Listen, Y/N. Time doesn’t stop for anyone. Before we know it, we’re in our graves… and I just don’t want to die before spending this time with you. Okay?”
Still speechless, you stare at his figure, questioning whether this is a dream or reality, gazing into his sparkling sky eyes as he pours his heart out to you.
“I want to be happy with you. Not regret leaving you behind… and you know, the little things you talked about? I want them… want to hold your hair when you get sick… want to cook and bake and giggle about dumb shit with you. A-and I want to experience the big things, too. I want kids with you and watch you walk around with a big belly and massage your feet.”
You let out a shaky chuckle, tears flowing freely by now and leaving a freezing trail on your face. “I don’t know, Y/N, I’m really trying to work towards love here. Don’t make love work against us now.”
You sniffle, giving him your prettiest smile as he melts right in front of you. The man who used to abhor love and settling down; the one who’d sworn he’d never put himself into the jail called marriage, ever.
“Is that honestly what you want?” you ask him again, your tone shy, sweet and quiet.
“I swear I do. And in my head we’re already married, you know?” he rambles, stumbling over his own words nervously. “So marry me for real now.”
You wait as you let his request sink in, lips sealed and mind shooting around various answers until you decide to just stay silent. But Jungkook is having none of it.
“Can you please say something?” he pleads, panic becoming apparent in his eyes. “I gave a huge speech, at least applau-”
You interrupt his words by attacking his lips with yours, making him stumble two steps backwards before he reciprocates the kiss. In an instant, you melt with him, molding your bodies together and relishing in the taste you know you’ll be able to indulge in for the rest of your life.
His arms wrap around your body as they did just a week prior; only now, the touch doesn’t feel transient and like a tentative goodbye anymore, but indicates a new beginning and a friendly welcome instead.
From the streets, you hear someone cheer. For a second, you almost think you’re standing in their visible vision until you realise that it’s New Year’s Eve and people are most likely gathering outside now to celebrate and watch the fireworks.
You back away from his warm, pillowy lips slowly, eyelids fluttering open only gradually until you’re looking back at him, his pupils shaking and struggling to find a spot on your face to settle on. And then, you tell him once again, “You carry stars in your eyes.”
Jungkook laughs and you with him, his hands squeezing your sides until you let out a giggle from the tingle his touch causes. “I carry you in my eyes,” he says, giving your cheek a quick, chaste peck, trailing down your face with kisses until he nuzzles his nose into your neck and adds, “I love you.”
“And I you,” you answer, starting a chain of infinite I love you’s that you will never tire of throwing at him; starting today and extending into forever.
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The night might be cold, but the blanket wrapped around you both and the aftermath of the last fifty minutes keep your body warm.
You still feel the ghost of his eager touches on your legs and torso, skin burning wherever he left his marks. And now, with three minutes left till midnight, his palm is soothing the same bruises he inflicted, kissing your neck softly from where he’s settled behind you on the garden chair.
Your fingers clutch both of your phones, rings chiming through the speakers as you wait for your friends to pick up. The first one to do so is Dia, a wild bustling accompanying her greetings as you press the phone against your ear.
And Jimin, too, answers soon, your hasty gestures urging Jungkook to grab his device and speak into the mic.
“Yeah, hi!” Dia nearly yells into your ear, and you think you can hear Minhee’s voice exclaim something behind her, too. “It’s really loud at the airport for some reason, so speak loudly and clearly, okay?”
You laugh while Jungkook asks Jimin how he’s doing, your face twisting to look at your fiancé before you nod. And he understands, both of you putting your friends on loudspeaker as their voices mingle.
For a moment, they keep talking, but soon, they register the presence of a familiar voice and silence. Jimin is the first one to ask, “Dia?”
“Jimin?” she inquires back; even from here, you can imagine her halting her movements and raising one eyebrow as she always does when she’s confused.
You yell an excited hello into the phones and you hear both of them gasp in surprise as questions flood in, especially when Jungkook joins the conversation as well.
“Y/N, you’re with Jimin? And is that Jungkook?”
“No, Dia, she’s not here. I’m in the bar… but if she’s neither with you nor me, then…”
“Jungkook, where the fuck are you?”
You both giggle, Jungkook’s arm tightening around your torso as he looks at you in amusement. Then, he sing-songs, “Well, guess what…”
The screeching that follows from Dia’s side has you and Jungkook hissing and grimacing, screams from the streets growing further and louder as you feel the seconds tick by. The clock on your phone shows 11:59 PM, which means that only a few moments are left.
“I fucking knew it!”
“You guys are the most complicated pair ever!” Jimin laughs, glasses clinking in the background as you assume that he’s spending the night with other friends in his developing bar.
You nod affirmatively, shooting Jungkook a telling look that indicates that yes, we are complicated, because you had to leave... seriously.
“I’m so happy for you, you idiots and morons and…” Some more curses fall out of Dia’s mouth, Minhee beside her cheering after supposedly taking in the news.
“Y/N’s balcony is cold, you guys,” Jungkook tells them with a slight shiver, eliciting more excited screams out of your friends before you interrupt.
“People are counting!” you say, starting the countdown along with the man behind you and your friends before the world erupts into chaos.
Cheers and yells sound from everywhere, people from the balconies next to you waving at you and wishing you a happy new year that you chime back with a light heart.
More congratulations follow, fireworks shooting up to the dark night sky and exploding in various different colours above you. As you look at Jungkook, the noise around you silences for just a bit, his eyes staring at your breathtaking smile as he wishes, “Happy new year, baby.”
He captures your lips in another intoxicating kiss while Dia and Jimin still converse in the most tumultuous way. And when he backs away, he realises with his heart glowing in his eyes and love blooming in his chest that yes, now he’s finally where he truly wants to be.
Because even if life gave you hundreds of reasons to stop fighting, your name gives a thousand reasons why he must endure; love, fight… and stay.
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kpopfanfictrash · 14 days ago
Love to Hate (Ch. 1)
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Author: kpopfanfictrash
Creative Contributor:@baebae-goodnight​ I mean, look at this moodboard. LOOK AT IT.
Genre: Fuck Buddies / Enemies to Lovers
Pairing: Jungkook / Reader
Synopsis: Born with a silver spoon in your mouth, you've done your best to rid yourself of the taste since you were old enough to walk. Occasionally though, your mother manages to rope you into an obligatory function – or a blind date with playboy billionaire, Jeon Jungkook. Jungkook stands for everything you loathe about the world you left behind, but you can’t deny the spark of attraction between you. Intrigued by the promise of mutual satisfaction, you agree to one night in bed… and quickly realize you’re in far, far deeper than you ever intended.
Rating: 18+
Warnings: semi-public nudity, slight voyeurism, dirty talk (mention of a threesome, mention of restraints), nipple play, fingering, spanking, oral (male), face-fucking, multiple orgasms, slight possessiveness, jungkook calls y/n sweetheart and princess; seokjin is not in the fic (yet), I’m sorry about that
Word Count: 13,103
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You were six years old when you learned your world wasn’t the same as it was for other people.
It’s possible this fact occurred to you before then, but you didn’t put things into context until your sixth birthday. That was the night – one of the many – your parents had a function to attend, leaving you alone to be baby-sat by your mother’s sister, Ailene.
Ailene could, at best, be described as a socialite. At worst, she could be described as a mild alcoholic with zero tolerance for anyone but herself. She shouldn’t have been left alone with a cactus, let alone a human child, but your parents’ baby-sitter had cancelled at the last minute and they were, quote, unquote, desperate.
Later in life, you’d think this word had been thrown around loosely, and you’d be right.
‘Desperate’ to your parents meant not attending the social function of the week and missing out on urgent gossip, like Mr. Blanchard’s affair with a nineteen-year-old dog walker. ‘Desperate’ was not – although maybe it should’ve been – the prospect of a six-year-old daughter being left alone on her birthday with an alcoholic flake to take care of her.
Honestly, you weren’t sure your parents even remembered the day. You only knew yourself because your nanny, who had dropped you off mid-day at Ailene’s, made a comment to the doorman about you being a year older.
So, there you were, knees curled into your chest as you sat on Ailene’s leather sofa and listened to her gripe via phone to her friends. There was a ‘rager’ being thrown at a club uptown, different from the venue of your parents’ classy fundraiser. An old episode of Boy Meets World played on TV in the background, one of your favorite shows to watch on your own.
You liked watching it because Cory’s world was just so different than yours. You found them utterly fascinating. Their house seemed small, about the same size as your mother’s suite in the vacation house at Lake Tahoe. Cory didn’t seem to notice though, which you found profoundly strange. In your life, everyone seemed to notice square footage. His parents rarely raised their voices, never threw any dishes, and Cory’s mom even cooked – by herself, on the stove.
Cory’s family had a neighbor, Mr. Feeny, who was the principal at their school. None of your parents’ friends could be called teacher or professor. They all had titles like CEO, president, or director of global something-or-other.
While you watched, you heard Ailene’s voice raise another decibel. Ears perked, you glanced up and saw her pacing.
“Are you serious?” Ailene wailed, glancing out the window. “Angel is where? With Sara? Oh my god – no. I need to get down there. ASAP. My sister will just have to understand.”
You remember the sinking feeling in your gut, staring at your aunt in her towering Louboutin heels and a tiny, Chanel dress. Not bothering to lower herself to your level, she smacked gum as she chewed, leveling her finger at you on the couch.
“I’m going to be gone for like, an hour,” she said. “You be a good girl and don’t move until I come home, okay? Okay.”
Without waiting for an answer, she disappeared out the door in a cloud of perfume. You stared after her for a very long time, unsure what to do. Dimly, you recalled your nanny saying to call the police if something bad ever happened, but that was supposed to be if strangers talked to you, or you got in taken in some way. Not if you were stuck in your aunt’s house alone.
Lower lip trembling, you returned your attention to the TV, which had started a new episode – and that’s when it hit you. Cory’s family wasn’t the same as yours – they were better. His parents never forgot he existed. They helped with his homework and got mad when he didn’t tell them things, like where he was or when he’d be home. Growing up, your mother frequently rubbed her temples whenever you asked for advice, citing some vague excuse about an oncoming migraine.
Left alone, forbidden from moving, you started to cry. And eventually, you peed on Ailene’s couch, not having gone to the bathroom since your nanny dropped you off.
Unsurprisingly, Ailene didn’t return that night and when your parents arrived at some point after midnight, there was much shouting in your general vicinity. (“You peed on that couch? Ailene is never going to baby-sit for us again!”) Then, your parents hurried you into their waiting town car, where you promptly fell asleep on the fine, leather seats.
Although the day was overall, terrible, you did take away several key lessons:
Your family was different. Most parents didn’t have ‘functions’ to attend, nor did they own million-dollar penthouses, hire chefs to make dinner, or have hired drivers,
Your parents couldn’t be relied upon. Your interests would always come second to theirs and thus, they couldn’t be trusted. And–
Trying to gain your parents’ approval by playing by their rules would never work in your favor.
Up until that day, you’d tried hard to be the perfect daughter. Going to Ailene’s house even though it smelled funny – a sharp tang you’d later come to know as spilled alcohol. Sitting quietly on her sofa, watching TV even when you had to use the bathroom. Waiting for your parents to remember you existed, rather than making your moments your own.
From that night on though, you stopped trying to please them. Your teenage years, and into your early adulthood, were what your parents called ‘trying.’ You saw them as liberating, resulting in you leaving their world and everything in it behind.
Fast-forward to today, where you’re frustrated with yourself for having forgotten your second commandment when it comes to your parents: they can’t be trusted.
Seated across the table from a mind-numbingly boring date, you drum your fingers on the cloth as you look away. It was your mother’s begging in the end which got you to agree, paired with a healthy dash of sneak-attack timing.
Raising your glass of Moët to your lips, you take another sip. Keeping your parents in your life has been more a practical matter, than anything else. As soon as you turned twenty-two and gained control of your trust fund, you began the long journey to turning your dreams into reality – namely, creating Clean Ocean, a private operating foundation dedicated to fighting climate change and pollution.
Obviously, your parents don’t approve of this venture. As heads of the largest shipping corporation in the world, they’re one of the main contributing factors to the pollution you battle. Still, their contacts in government have proven invaluable, so you’ve become somewhat dependent on keeping in touch.
A fact you severely regret whenever your mom decides to call in favors, like she has with you tonight – going on a blind date with the nephew of her socialite ‘sister,’ a Mrs. Jeanette Mason. Early yesterday, your mother called you in hysterics. You’d been in the middle of a crisis at work, which meant you only half-listened as your mother poured out her worries.
Hysterical phone calls from your mother came once a week, usually about whatever scandal your younger brother, Jason, had gotten himself into, but this one happened to be about you. This time, your mom was upset because next year, you’re turning thirty and apparently, this means your eggs are about to expire. (“Do you know how long it took your father and I to have Jason after you? Do you, Y/N?”)
Your assistant interrupted at exactly the wrong moment, which meant you accidentally said ‘yes’ to your mother instead of to Hoseok. A yes which resulted in your attendance on a date with notorious billionaire playboy, Jeon-fucking-Jungkook.
Taking another sip of champagne, you glance around the main dining room of Chez Moi, Chez Toi and wonder at what point it’s considered acceptable to leave. If you smile and nod long enough, possibly you can get away with disappearing before dessert.
“What about you?” Jungkook’s voice cuts into your thoughts. “Any upcoming vacation plans?”
Stifling a grimace, you set down your glass. Arranging your napkin in your lap – black, like your dress – you reluctantly meet his gaze.
Annoyingly, Jeon Jungkook is handsome – if you like coiffed, overly polished men who’ve never done a day’s worth of work in their life. Which you don’t, but even you have to admit the guy is good-looking. Typically, your type is quasi-starving artist, of which Jeon Jungkook is definitively not. His father, Jeon Jaesung, owns one of the wealthiest oil corporations in the world – Jeon Energy Corporation.
With a jaw that could cut glass though, dark hair, and an intense, piercing gaze, it’s a small wonder women line up to be seen on his arm. Unfortunately, Jungkook’s storied dating life hasn’t translated to scintillating dinner conversation.
Honestly, you’re not surprised. If you’ve learned one thing from growing up amongst the rich and famous, it’s that when you have enough money, you can pay people to think for you. 
There’s no need to have an interesting personality when you own a black card with no spending limit.
“No,” you respond, fingers sliding over the stem of your glass. “No vacations planned.”
Jungkook’s gaze flickers as he nods, glancing down at his menu. Doing the same, you wonder again at what point you can leave. The food here does look good, if somewhat overpriced and containing far too much foie gras on the menu.
Beneath the table, you hear your stomach growl and wince. Hopefully Jungkook didn’t hear and if he did, hopefully he’s polite enough not to mention it. Work was busy again today, and you forgot to eat lunch. Judging by the fanciness of this restaurant, its portions are sure to be tiny. Mentally, you decide to stop by Popeye’s on your way home tonight.
Clearing his throat, Jungkook brings your gaze to him. Whatever he was about to say is interrupted by your waiter’s arrival.
“Have you both had a chance to peruse the menu?” he asks, both hands folded before him.
Glancing at Jungkook, you nod. “Yes, I’m ready.”
“Same here,” he says, settling back in his seat. “I’ll have the steak au poivre. And you, Y/N?”
Handing your menu over, you say, “Coq au Vin for me. Thank you.”
“And another two glasses of Moët.” Meeting your gaze, Jungkook lifts a brow and you’re somewhat unnerved by the challenge within. “Is that alright, Y/N?”
You nod, a bit thrown. Once the waiter is gone, you continue to fiddle with the stem of your glass. A single orchid and candle rest on white linen between you, partitioning the table between your side and his.
God, you hope you don’t have to stay for dessert.
“So. Y/N.” Jungkook tilts his head. “What line of work are you in?”
Exhaling once, you lift the glass to your lips. Honestly, it’s as though Jungkook swallowed a Filofax on casual dating. If he asks you how many siblings you have, you suppose you win first date bingo.
“Oh, you know,” you say, smiling blandly. “My parents are in the shipping industry. Lots of international work, travel –”
“So, you work for your parents?”
Surprised by the interruption, you find your words trailing off. Jungkook seems amused by your reaction, a smirk on his lips where there previously was none.
In response, your gaze narrows.
“No,” you admit.
His smile broadens. “Why would you tell me what your parents do, and not you?”
Annoyed by his arrogance, your frustration only grows. His words strike a nerve, and you can’t tell whether Jungkook did it on purpose. You didn’t want to be on this date in the first place, and you really don’t want to debate politics with yet another rich boy.
“Honestly?” Dropping all pretense, you set your Moët on the table. “Because I’m on this date as a favor to my parents and have absolutely no desire to see you after tonight. The less you know about me, the better.”
Briefly, his gaze widens, generating a doe-eyed effect.
“Oh, don’t act all hurt.” Stifling an eye roll, you sit back in your seat. The night is already ruined, so you might as well go all in. “I know exactly who you are, Jeon Jungkook. Playing dumb is beneath you.”
For a moment, Jungkook looks surprised – and then grins, tilting his head.
“I’m not hurt.” His expression shifts, turning curious. “Although I am interested. What, exactly, have you heard about me, Y/N?”
He adds a caress to your name, almost by accident, and a small thread of heat curls in your gut.
What you’ve heard about Jungkook is that he's a massive flirt. He runs in an exclusive circle of the uber-elite; always partying, always a different girl every night and – up until recently – he’s never held a real job.
Most of the headlines involving Jungkook are either about his father’s oil company – yet another spill off the coast of Madagascar! – or Jungkook’s playboy image. He remained separate from the family business until recently when his mother died. Rumor has it, after her death, Jungkook was pressured into joining the company.
Although he might now work for a living, Jungkook is still just another spoiled heir. His photograph graces the society pages nearly as often as your parents, although his face is typically accompanied by one scandal or another:
Jeon Jungkook Rumored to Date Esteemed Hollywood Director’s Ex-Wife
Two Days After Breaking Up with Fiancé, Hotel Heiress Spotted on Yacht in the Mediterranean with Jeon Jungkook
Courtside Drama! Lakers Point Guard and Jeon Jungkook Spotted Arguing Over Rumored Affair with His Girlfriend
Nothing you heard ever piqued your interest to know more, but the same can’t be said about others. Jungkook is rich, handsome, and poised to inherit a multi-billion-dollar empire. This spells e l i g i b l e to a certain class of social climbers. Not even the most lurid rumors have stopped them from lining up to ride his dick.
Delicate, you clear your throat. “I’ve… heard you date around. And,” you add, resolve growing, “I’m not interested in dating you.”
Jungkook’s lips tug upwards, revealing a tiny mole beneath his bottom lip.
You find it excessively annoying he has a beauty mark in such a kissable place. Beneath the table, you uncross and cross your legs and hope he doesn’t notice.
Briefly, Jungkook’s gaze lowers to the deep cut of your dress and inwardly, you curse past you for this decision. You wondered before leaving if the dress sent the wrong message but decided a potential lecture from your mother re: proper date attire would be far worse than potentially leading Jungkook on.
The fabric is velvet, with a deep neckline barely clinging to your shoulders. A singular diamond hangs from a chain around your neck, accentuating your cleavage in a way you’ve been told is mouth-watering. Add to the ensemble sky-high YSL sandals, and you’re practically guaranteed sex on the first date.
Truthfully, the amount of designer apparel on your body is misleading. You maintain a small section within your closet for ‘outfits my parents wouldn’t complain if I were photographed in’ and the rest contains sensible outfits purchased on a sensible salary.
With what seems like great difficulty, Jungkook drags his attention up to your face. Your frown deepens.
“You’re not interested in dating me?” Unconcerned, Jungkook takes a sip of his drink. “Then, why did you agree to come out tonight?”
“Like I said,” you repeat, withholding an eye roll. “I’m here as a favor to my mother. Why are you here, anyways?” you ask, changing the subject. It’s been bothering you since you heard the name Jeon. “I don’t exactly fit your typical profile of dates.”
Jungkook tilts his head. “How so?”
“Well, for one, I’m nearly thirty.”
He looks at you blankly. “And?”
“And… the women you usually date are closer to twenty.”
“Untrue. I’m incredibly open-minded, Y/N.”
“I’m two years older than you are, Jeon.”
He fights back a smile. “In my experience, women who’ve had more time to… live is never a bad thing.”
Feeling your cheeks heat, you look quickly away. “And then there’s that,” you state. Lifting your drink, you take another gulp. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but your dates usually end in sex.”
When you look back, you see something languid has entered his gaze.
“And?” he asks softly.
“And” – somewhat flustered, you attempt to pull yourself together – “I just told you I’m not interested in having sex.”
“Actually.” Jungkook holds up a finger. “That’s not what you said.”
Uncertain, you frown. “I – what?”
Leaning forward, Jungkook’s right hand brushes yours. You glance down in surprise, fully unprepared for how your body responds. Breath catching, a flurry of sparks ignite in your stomach.
In the corner of one eye, you see a flash go off and, remembering who you are and who you’re with, you quickly pull back.
Jungkook doesn’t move. “What you said,” he murmurs. “Was you’re not interested in dating me. And that you had no interest in seeing me after tonight. Nothing,” he pauses, gaze lingering, “about not wanting to have sex.”
At this, your mouth dries, and you can only stare.
He’s right. Somehow, you neglected to state you weren’t interested in sleeping with him, an egregious oversight – except. Tilting your head, you consider the concept. Jungkook is hot, there’s no denying that. 
Possibly, you would be attracted to him if it weren’t for who he is.
Jungkook doesn’t blink. “Are you saying you’re not interested in having sex with me?”
Before you can answer, you’re thankfully interrupted by the waiter’s arrival. A fresh glass of Moët replaces the one in your hand, and you take a careful sip to gather your thoughts.
Leaning back in his chair, Jungkook looks at you, satisfied, and you feel the irrational urge to wipe the smirk from his face. He’s just so smug, sipping his champagne, certain you want him. 
Lifting your chin, you lean forward and watch Jungkook’s gaze again drop to the neckline of your dress.
“Objectively, yes,” you say sweetly. “I’m attracted to you. I’m sure the sex would be great – or at least, it would be adequate. In my experience, male self-confidence is rarely correlated with an orgasm. But” – Here, you hold up a finger – “I’d sooner drink battery acid than date anyone my mother set me up with.”
Jungkook nearly snorts his champagne.
“Okay, wow,” he chokes, setting down the flute. “First off, there’s that word date again. Second – only adequate?” Somehow, he manages to look offended. “On behalf of hot men everywhere, I take that personally.”
Now, you do roll your eyes. “Are you serious?”
“Occasionally.” Jungkook pauses. “Usually on accident.”
“You didn’t answer my question, though,” you say, continuing as though he hasn’t spoken. “Why did you agree to come here tonight?”
Without looking away, Jungkook drums his fingertips on the table. You feel oddly on display but don’t seem to mind. His gaze on yours is heavy-lidded, making you imagine what he’d look like in other positions.
No, no, no – you are not going to imagine what Jungkook looks like naked. Stubbornly, you shake the scorching image from mind.
“Do you seriously think I don’t know who you are, Y/N?” Shaking his head, Jungkook seems disappointed. “Your parents own the largest shipping corporation in the world. You’ve been estranged from them for years, and have a younger brother named Jason. Currently, you run a philanthropic organization. Thing is, though,” he says, lifting a brow. “Where’d you get the money to start it?”
Again, your eyes narrow because again, he’s not wrong.
It was your trust fund, given to you by your parents, which kick-started your philanthropic efforts. Since then, sweat and hard work have built your organization into what it is today, but you are aware of the hypocrisy at play. Although you hate your parents’ world – and Jungkook’s world by default – it was their money which funded your initial actions.
Annoyed by this observation, you stare at him from across the table. Jungkook might think he knows everything about you, but all he understands are a few facts on paper.
“My organization came from my trust fund,” you say bluntly. “Having built it from scratch, I know exactly how it began. What have you ever done that didn't include your family name, Jeon?”
A muscle in his jaw ticks. “I know what my reputation is, Y/N,” Jungkook says lowly. “And I know you think you know what my reputation is. But did you ever stop to think maybe not everyone is as forthcoming as you are?”
Blinking, you can only stare. “What?”
“Nothing.” His face wipes itself clean. “So. Back to sex.”
“Hang on,” you say, shaking your head from the whiplash. “You still haven’t answered my question.”
“Which was?”
You look at him flatly. “Don’t make me ask again.”
Jungkook’s gaze darkens, and in response, something heavy settles deep in your gut. Pressing your thighs together, you inhale on reflex. Noticing your reaction, Jungkook smiles.
Before you can respond though, he swirls his glass. “If I tell you the truth,” he muses. “Will you answer a question of mine in return?”
His tone should be a warning, but you find yourself interested despite this. Or maybe because of this. It’s hard to tell when it comes to Jungkook; things which annoy you are equal parts intriguing. 
Maybe that’s why you say what you do next.
“Fine,” you declare, lifting your glass. “I’ll answer a question.”
“I agreed to come on this date because my aunt asked me to,” Jungkook says. “After my mom died, she’s the only person in my family I’m close to. I planned on waiting the obligatory ninety minutes, then leaving before dessert.” He pauses, gaze dropping again. “Until you walked in, that is. That’s a damn good dress if you didn’t already know.”
Startled, you blink. That wasn’t what you were expecting him to say.
“Ninety minutes,” you mutter. “I knew there was a rule.”
The corner of Jungkook’s mouth lifts. “Now, your turn.”
You’re starting to wonder what you’ve gotten yourself into. You didn’t think you’d have a good time on this date and mostly, you aren’t, but you can’t deny a small part of yourself is enjoying this. Enjoying him, despite your best efforts.
“What do you want to know?” you find yourself saying.
Jungkook considers. “My question is – are you really not interested in me?”
He seems genuinely invested in your answer, which gives you pause. The somewhat snarky response you had to say dries in your throat and instead, you exhale.
Jungkook blinks. “What?”
“Any question.” You try to hide your smile. “You could’ve asked me for my credit card number, but instead you’re asking me about sex.”
“Just answer the question,” Jungkook says without looking away.
Your stomach knots, the slightest of thrills accompanying his level gaze. Fine; you’ll admit it to yourself, if no one else. Jungkook is hot. Like – devastatingly, mind-blowingly, the surface of the sun kind of hot. It’s no wonder women line up for his dick.
Which they do, you remind yourself. If you slept with Jungkook, you’d be just another notch in his bedpost. Shaking yourself slightly, you sit up a bit straighter. You’re not quite sure when you went from never wanting to see him again to wondering if you had sex.
If you did sleep with him though, there’d be zero strings attached. It’s been such a long time since you had really good sex. With work being so crazy lately, you’ve barely had the opportunity to date, let alone find a new fuck buddy.
Tilting your head, you consider Jungkook once more.
“Truthfully?” you hear yourself saying.
Slowly, he nods.
Carefully reaching out, you graze the sleeve of his suit with one finger. Jungkook’s gaze follows the motion, darkening at the sight of your hand on his arm.
“I’m not interested in dating you,” you murmur. After a pause, your gaze flicks to his. “I left this world as soon as I could, and I have no intention of returning.”
His dark eyes gleam. “But?”
“But.” Again, you hesitate. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t interested in… other things.”
“Like what.” Jungkook’s words are barely audible.
Slowly, you shake your head. “That wasn’t part of your question.”
“Indulge me.”
Heat swirls in the pit of your stomach, and you wonder what the hell is happening. You have no idea why you’re so turned on by this man, but the fact remains that you are. Something about all this is working – a fact you don’t want to examine too closely.
Jungkook’s bluntness is refreshing, as is the matter-of-fact view he has of you both. Assuming he’s been telling the truth, that is.
Considering this, you tilt your head. “Show me a photo of you and your aunt.”
Jungkook blinks. “This is a weird kind of foreplay, Y/N.”
“Just do it.”
Obligingly, he pulls out his phone to swipe through his albums. Locating a photo, he turns this back around. An image of Jungkook fills the screen, arm in arm with an older woman at a rich-people function. Jungkook actually looks happy, beaming at the tiny woman beside him.
Something twinges in your chest, although you choose to ignore it.
“Alright,” you say and sit back.
Arching a brow, Jungkook stows his phone away. “Going to tell me what that was about?”
“I haven’t decided.”
The waiter chooses this moment to appear again, setting your meals before you. The food looks amazing and, gurgling out loud, your stomach seems to agree. Jungkook looks your way sharply, and you pray he didn’t hear – a prayer which falls on deaf ears once the waiter disappears.
“When did you last eat?” Jungkook asks, his gaze critical.
Suppressing a scoff, you pick up your fork. “Please. Let’s not do that, Jeon.”
“Do what?”
Cutting into his steak, Jungkook siphons off a piece to place in his mouth. You become the tiniest bit distracted by the way his jaw chews and swallows.
“This weird, overprotective boyfriend thing,” you say, snapping free of the trance. “That thing where you monitor my meals and scold me for not eating enough. I know my own body, thanks.”
Admittedly, you should have eaten lunch, but Jungkook doesn’t need to know that. Rather than be embarrassed by your comment though, Jungkook nearly chokes at your words.
“Wow.” He pounds himself on the chest. “I don’t think anyone has ever accused me of being too boyfriend before. This must be a first.”
“Oh, please.” You stifle your eye roll. “You might not have been a boyfriend before, but you have the whole ‘boyfriend thing’ down.”
“What do you mean ‘boyfriend thing?’”
“It’s” – Loosely, you gesture at his body – “all of this. The suit, the tie, the perfectly mussed hair. It’s the way you order nice champagne and wait ninety minutes before ditching your date. You like to give the appearance of a boyfriend without actually having to be one.”
Across the table, Jungkook has gone still.
“Because your whole world is about appearances,” you continue, unsure where this is coming from but unable to stop. “It doesn’t matter if you actually date someone, so long as people think that you are. It doesn’t matter what you do, so long as no one complains. I don’t actually think you’re capable of giving a single person your undivided attention.”
“You have my undivided attention right now,” he says lowly.
“For now,” you concede, picking up your fork. “Anyways, back to your original question – what I’m interested in from you.”
“I’m listening.”
Glancing over your shoulder, you ensure no one is close enough to overhear. In your world, you can never tell which passerby is waiting to sell a quote to the lifestyle section.
“I believe we’re in a unique situation,” you say, turning back around.
“We are?”
You nod. “You’re only interested in sex from your dates, and I’m not interested in anything but sex from you.”
He pauses. “Why do you assume I only want sex from my dates?”
“Am I wrong?”
“Well, no.” Jungkook fights a smile. “It’s just you don’t seem to have a very high opinion of me.”
“Now who’s the one twisting words?” Your brows lift. “I said you don’t want to date people, not that I think you’re a bad person. I just think… we’re very different people who want very different things.”
“You keep saying that.” Jungkook leans forward, his meal forgotten. “And I just don’t believe you, Y/N. We were both born into the same lifestyle, we’re both currently wearing designer clothes. The only difference is that I’m honest about what I am and you’re not.”
Although your mouth opens and closes, no words seem to come out. Finally, you recover enough to say, “Honest? The only honest thing you’ve said to me tonight is you have an aunt that you love.”
“Don’t forget the part about me being good in bed,” he offers. “That was also true.”
“So, what I’m saying is I have no interest in being your girlfriend,” you reiterate, sensing this is getting off track. “And you have no interest in being my boyfriend. Judging by the way you keep staring at my tits, though, I’d say you’re attracted to me. Is that true?”
Jungkook’s gaze heats. “Yes.”
Ignoring the way your pulse pounds, you barrel onward. “Good.” Sitting back, you reach for your champagne. “Which is why I think we should have sex.”
Rather than sputter, or spit out his champagne, Jungkook is merely silent, then looks down at his plate. Cutting another piece of his steak, Jungkook thinks, and you continue to wait. Finally, he stops and sets down his fork.
“You’d have sex with someone you don’t even like?” he asks – bluntly, not maliciously.
You shrug. “Why not?”
Honestly – before tonight, you would’ve said no. You would’ve said such a concept was unthinkable, but you can’t deny that right now, your attraction to Jungkook has nothing to do with the future. Maybe that’s part of the reason why you’re intrigued.
In the back of your mind, your mother’s hysterics about your eggs getting fertilized and settling down are ever-present. Nothing would be quite the middle finger to that conversation than having no-strings-attached sex with the Jeon family playboy.
“Look,” you sigh, sensing his reticence. Who knew Jeon Jungkook had such a moral streak? “It’s been a long time for me, okay? Work has been hell, so I’ve had no time to date. My last relationship ended over a year ago and that asshole couldn’t tell a clit from a urethra. You have a reputation of being good in bed and – at the very least – you’re not bad to look at.”
Jungkook’s brows lift higher. “So, you just want an orgasm?”
“Amongst other things,” you say.
Without seeming to realize, Jungkook runs his tongue over the back of his teeth. Your response to this is instant, and heated. Eyelids growing slightly heavy, Jungkook spreads his thighs on top of his chair.
“What other things?” he asks, voice dropping.
Heart beating quickly, you glance at his mouth. “I… most guys are too gentle,” you murmur. “If we’re only going to do this once, I want it to be good.”
His smile turns brutal. “You want it rough, princess? I can do that. Anything else?”
“No oral,” you say quickly.
“For you or for me?” He frowns. “No judgement either way, I just want to know.”
“For me. I don’t… like it.”
Thoughtful, Jungkook tilts his head. “You don’t like being eaten out?”
The way he says it makes you wonder if by him, you would. But most of the guys who’ve tried were only a disappointment and some were downright painful. A lot of huffs and awkward prodding and the demand for head in return.
“It always… sounds nice,” you allow. “But then, I just kind of lie there while the guys move around.”
Jungkook’s expression darkens. “Sounds as though those men were the problem, not you. But alright, no oral – for now,” he amends.
“There’s only going to be a now, Jungkook.”
“Right.” His smile widens. “Better make tonight count, then.”
Something about his tone and his cockiness have you reaching for your glass of Moët, finishing it off. Lowering the flute to the table, you catch his eye just as your tongue darts out to catch the last drop.
His expression intensifies. “You’re not what I expected, Y/N.”
Caught off guard, your gaze widens. “How so?”
“Tonight has got to be a first for me.”
“… being propositioned for sex at the dinner table?”
“No.” Jungkook grins. “That happens surprisingly often. No – I’ve never been propositioned by someone who didn’t like me. Someone I’m not even sure I like back. Just one night, no strings attached. It’s… interesting.”
“You’re making this sound completely ridiculous.”
“Oh, it is.” Jungkook lifts a brow – a signature move, you’re beginning to realize. “But I’m into it. Okay, should we go?” he asks, draining his glass.
Your eyes widen when he stands, glancing at your half-eaten chicken. Jungkook holds out a hand, waiting for you to take it.
Not accepting the gesture, you look up. “I haven’t finished my meal.”
“Okay.” Jungkook sits down again. “I thought I wasn’t supposed to care about what you ate, though? You’ve got to make up your mind,” he says, shaking his head. “Should I care about your well-being, or should I act like a dick?”
Eyes narrowed, you push your chair back to stand.
“Let’s go,” you announce, picking up your purse.
Striding towards the exit, you let your hips sway, knowing he’s watching. When you hear a soft groan, you smile. Jungkook catches up to you quickly, placing a hand on your lower back to lean in.
“Teasing?” he murmurs, lips brushing your ear.
A shiver travels the length of your spine.
“That’s the general idea, Jeon.”
He makes a soft noise of assent, and you become acutely aware of heads turning in your direction. It seems you leaving with the Jeon family playboy is a source of immediate gossip.
“Is there another way out,” you ask beneath your breath.
Glancing around, Jungkook seems to understand your concern. Nodding once, he guides you away from the restaurant’s main entrance. The doors swing shut as you enter the kitchen and Jungkook pulls you from the path of a passing server.
“Hey, Yoongi,” he calls to a man in a tall hat.
The guy – dark-haired and good looking – merely grunts and nods his hello. His eyes flick with interest to you, although he looks away quickly to resume stirring his soup.
“You know the head chef?” you ask as you reach the exit.
Jungkook nods, pushing open the door. “Yeah. That’s Yoongi, we went to college together. Here we go,” he says, entering an alley where a black town car is idling. “For an easy, low-profile exit.”
Stifling an eye roll, you slide into the backseat and cross your legs. It takes Jungkook a moment to enter, sitting opposite you in the back and buckling his seatbelt.
“Home,” he says to the driver, who nods and rolls up the partition.
The car rumbles to life, the only sounds in the backseat those of the muffled city nightlife. Staring out the window, you watch the car merge onto the main avenue.
This is so unlike you.
You’ve never done anything like this before. Well, you’ve gone home with strangers before. When you were in college, you had plenty of one-night stands, but you’re not in college right now and it’s been a long time since you had casual sex. Not to mention the fact that currently, you’re completely sober. There’s nothing to distract you from overthinking.
Focused on the road, you nearly jump from your skin when Jungkook touches your arm. Glancing sideways, you meet Jungkook’s gaze.
“You know,” he says softly. “Nothing needs to happen between us tonight. You can go home any time you want. My driver can take you – we could even go now. No hard feelings at all.”
Oddly enough, his words cause some of the tension to melt from your limbs. Heat of a different kind replaces its presence as you turn on the backseat.
“I know,” you murmur, staring at him again. Jungkook is ridiculously pretty. “You have a cute mole – here,” you say, reaching to brush a finger beneath his lower lip. “Did you know that?”
Jungkook just stares, his lips slightly parted.
Before you can pull away, he turns his head, and you feel the hot fleck of tongue against the pad of your finger. Heat pounds through your veins, turning your limbs to mush. Gaze lifting, Jungkook closes his lips around your finger to suck.
“Oh,” you whisper, staring in fascination.
The turgid heat of his mouth has your entire body tightening. Normally the guys you date are more cerebral than this. They woo you with flowers and poetry, not sex and heated glances. Seated beside Jungkook in the leather backseat of his car, you feel entirely out of your element – and you find that you like it.
Reaching out, Jungkook grabs your waist to pull you closer. You end up pressed to his side, able to feel the lean muscle beneath his suit.
“Mm.” His gaze drops to your chest. “You keep inferring that I’m sex-crazed, but you’re the one who showed up to our date wearing that.”
“Do you like it?” you ask, a bit breathless.
Jungkook’s gaze lifts to yours. “Let’s play a different game,” he says suddenly.
“What kind of a game?”
Slowly, his hand skims your lower back until he lands on your waist. Tugging you closer, Jungkook brushes your ear with his lips.
“A game where I guess what you have on underneath that dress,” he murmurs. “And if I’m right, you show me. If I’m wrong, you take something off me, instead.”
Unable to help it, your eyes widen.
“Holy fuck.”
Catching your earlobe with his teeth, Jungkook lightly bites down. “Is that a yes?”
“Yes,” you breathe, unable to think.
Sitting back, Jungkook keeps one hand on your waist. His thumb brushes higher, over your hip and he starts to descend.
“Nuh-uh.” Easily, you catch his hand with yours. “No cheating.”
His eyes glint, and he smiles. “Alright, fine. I’ll start. I don’t think you’re wearing a bra, sweetheart. Tell me I’m wrong.”
Your heart starts to pound because he’s correct. It’s impossible to wear a bra with this dress. Currently, your breasts are being held up by flimsy, sewn-in cups, and sheer force of will.
Sensing victory, Jungkook’s smile widens. “I win,” he murmurs, touching your chin with his thumb.
Lifting your face to his, Jungkook’s mouth slants over yours. The kiss ends before you can react, but it leaves your lips tingling. Dazed and slightly winded, you meet his eyes.
Without another word, you lift your arms to cross over your chest. Grasping the sleeves on both sides, you slowly tug down. Gradually, the shape of your breasts are revealed – more and more, until your nipples pop out.
Exhaling roughly, Jungkook shifts beside you on the seat. Glancing down, you realize his pants are uncomfortably tight and it’s all because of you.
“Can I?” he asks, gaze flicking upwards.
You nod, and he moves with barely restrained control. Cupping your breast with one hand, his thumb strokes its nipple to a tender peak. Lowering his head to the other, Jungkook flicks with his tongue against the waiting nub.
Pulling backwards, he sucks, dragging your nipple with teeth until releasing with a pop.
“Fuck,” you whimper, and he cups your chest with both hands.
Roughly, he traces circles around your nipples with his thumbs. When you start shifting your hips, desperate for friction, he flicks your nipple with his finger and makes you gasp. Reluctantly, Jungkook pulls back at the sound.
“Don’t want the game to end too fast,” he explains.
Based on his appearance though, it seems Jungkook is far from unaffected. His hair, previously styled, has fallen over his forehead. Cheeks red, lips parted, he can’t seem to stop staring at your chest.
“Well, then?” you say. “What else are you guessing?”
Slowly, his gaze moves from your breasts to your legs. “I’m torn.” Jungkook’s grip on your waist tightens. “Between hoping you have a wet scrap of lace covering your pretty pussy, and the fucking wet dream of you being totally bare.”
Without meaning to, your lips part. His words have you soaked. You don’t even need him to check to confirm, although you want to. God, do you want him to.
“Guess,” you whisper.
Jungkook’s gaze darkens, seeing how turned on you are. “I wonder if you’re just dirty enough to leave the house without any panties.”
“I am,” you murmur, slipping a hand between your legs. “But not tonight,” you admit, freezing your fingers in place. “I have on a thong.”
When your hand retreats from your center, Jungkook whines and he truly sounds hurt.
“Your turn.” Quickly, you scan his frame. “I want you to remove… your shirt.”
For a moment, Jungkook stares, then he chuckles.
“Should’ve known you’d find a loophole,” he mutters, twisting around to pull his arms through his sleeves. His jacket falls to the ground as he turns back around to unbutton his shirt.
You can only stare as – inch by glorious inch – bare skin is revealed. Mouth-watering muscles and smooth, golden skin with dusky brown nipples you feel the need to lick. As he strips, you notice Jungkook’s entire right arm is covered in ink, which you find unexpected. Frowning, you attempt to see more, but Jungkook is already pulling back on his jacket.
He keeps this and the loosened tie in place, offering only glimpses of his taut abs and pecs. Leaning back on the seat, he stares at your breasts again.
“God, your tits,” he murmurs appreciatively. “Can I just…?”
When you nod, he immediately bends to take one in his mouth. Moaning out loud, you thread your hands through his hair without thinking. Jungkook nods and, reaching up, encourages you to pull the strands harder. His mouth teases languid rolls from your hips, grinding against nothing in the backseat of his car.
Reaching lower, Jungkook’s hand flattens on your thigh to keep you in place. Flicking your nipple with his tongue, he looks up and the sight is so sinful, so decadent, you feel your entire body quiver. Sensing the change, Jungkook pulls back, and you fight to catch your breath.
“Already, sweetheart?” he murmurs with pride. “Bet I could make you come just from sucking on your pretty nipples, huh? Has that happened before?”
Unable to look away, you shake your head.
He smiles. “So, it’d be just for me, then?”
Before you can appropriately answer this question, the car comes to a stop. Jungkook exhales, forcing his eyes to shut and when he opens them again, he seems more in control.
“Do you still want to come in?” he asks quietly.
For a moment, you can only stare in disbelief. “I – uh, yeah. Yes.”
Helping you pull your dress up, Jungkook’s thumbs linger on the curves of your breasts. Once you’ve been concealed, he pushes open the door and steps out, sans shirt.
You fight back a laugh as he pulls you with. “Jungkook,” you say as he shuts the door. “What about your clothes?”
Jungkook merely shrugs, leading you down another row of cars. His driver seems to have disappeared, and you wonder if the events of tonight are merely par for the course.
“Nothing my staff hasn’t seen before.” Stepping into an elevator, Jungkook pulls you with and presses P. “You, though,” he says as he turns. “I’d rather they didn’t see your pretty little cunt.”
Your entire body clenches as words fail you, leaving you riding the rest of the way up in silence. When the doors ding and slide open, you find yourself facing the penthouse. Of freaking course – Jungkook would have the entire floor to himself.
Stepping into the foyer, you take in the view. Exposed brick faces you, a black staircase winding upwards to connect the second floor. Overhead hangs a crystal chandelier, and the entire room has been decorated in rich shade of blacks and rust.
“Wow,” you exhale.
Coming to a stop, Jungkook follows your gaze as though this is the first time.
“Oh, come on,” you say, crossing your arms. “You know this place is impressive, Jungkook. I bet women take one look at that chandelier and immediately drop their panties.”
“Not true.” Turning to face you, amusement is clear on his features. “Usually, I guess right in the car.”
Smiling fading, you realize of course, this is only another one of his games. Dutifully, you remind yourself this is only sex, which is something Jungkook has a lot of. It’s part of the reason you wanted to come here in the first place. Setting your purse down on the counter, you glance around the room.
“Speaking of.” Taking a step closer, Jungkook’s hands find your waist as he pulls you against him. “Where were we?”
“You were incorrectly guessing what I have on under my clothes,” you remind him. “And surprise – you’ve guessed them all.”
He considers. “How about a new game, then?”
“Mhm.” He meets your gaze. “You tell me where you want me to fuck you – and it can’t be the bed.”
“Why not?” you ask, breathless.
Lifting a finger, Jungkook traces a smooth line down your throat. “Because,” he says lowly. “We’re going to end up in my bedroom, so I want you to pick where we start.”
Each word from his lips has heat coiling in your core. By this point, your panties are little more than a scrap of debauched fabric; something he’ll find out soon enough if he keeps this up.
“The coffee table,” you say, glancing sideways. “It’d be nice to get fucked watching the skyline.”
Chuckling lightly, Jungkook takes hold of your wrist. “Alright,” he says, turning around. “We’ll see if you can think about the skyline when my fingers are inside you.”
Hurrying to keep up with his stride, you watch his impressive torso move with every step. You wish he’d take off the jacket so you can see the tattoos again. He has some on his right hand, you notice, unsure how you missed this at dinner.
As though reading your mind, Jungkook comes to a stop in the center of the room to remove his jacket. The necktie soon follows, thrown over the arm of his sofa. Ink ripples across skin, moving in time with his right hand and bicep.
“Stay standing,” he demands, then drops to his knees.
Your entire body tenses when he grips the hem of your dress. Jungkook slowly pushes upwards, pressing a kiss to each bit of skin he exposes. When he reaches your core, he looks up.
“Spread your legs further,” he states, and you comply. Reaching up, Jungkook replaces your hands on the hem of your dress. “Lift,” he says sternly and again, you obey.
Although you can’t see what he sees, you can imagine. The soaked folds of your pussy, lace twisted from the way you were squirming in his backseat. Arousal slowly trickling down the backs of your thighs, revealing how ready you are for his touch.
“Fuck,” Jungkook breathes, sounding hoarse. “You’re unreal, sweetheart.”
Grasping your thighs, he bends closer, and you tense. Noticing this reaction, he relaxes his grip immediately. True to his word, Jungkook doesn’t try to lick you. Instead, his thumb brushes your folds to push them apart. He trails his index finger backwards, lightly tracing over your center before he pulls back.
“This has to go,” Jungkook says, gripping the sides of your thong to pull to the ground.
You gasp, swaying a little when you lift first one foot, then the other. Standing up, Jungkook helps you balance as you focus on him. Without looking away, he slips a hand between your thighs and – slowly, oh so slowly – sinks a single finger into your waiting pussy.
Unbidden, your lips part and a moan escapes. You’re certain you look like a wreck, especially when Jungkook begins moving, his finger fucking you slowly.
“Oh,” you breathe, clutching his bare biceps. “Jungkook.”
Smirking a little, he angles deeper. “Like this, princess?”
Each thrust of his finger brushes his thumb against your swollen clit, making your eyes flutter shut. Abruptly, Jungkook pulls out.
“Dress. Off – now,” he demands, yanking down the zipper.
You’re so focused on the way your pussy clenches, missing his finger, you barely even notice the fact that you’re naked. Or that Jungkook turns you around, planting your palms square on the coffee table. You do notice once your ass is in the air, casually being caressed by Jungkook’s large palm.
He left your heels on, you notice. The necklace stays on as well, dangling from your bare throat and between your breasts. Facing the window, you can see your reflection mirrored back. Smirking a little, Jungkook slips a tattooed hand around your throat.
He doesn’t apply pressure, simply rests his digits against delicate skin. “You like that?” he murmurs, brushing a kiss to your shoulder.
Instead of responding, you shiver.
“You like watching yourself get fucked? So do I, pretty girl,” he confesses. “No one can see us up here, but it’s a pity – isn’t it? You probably want people to know that you fucked me.”
A growl leaves your lips, and he quietly laughs. Watching you in the mirror, Jungkook’s hand slowly travels the curve of your spine.
“I’ll admit,” he says quietly. “I like knowing every noise you make is because you’re genuinely turned on. That every moan from your lips has been earned. I know you wouldn’t fake it for me – would you, princess?”
Shaking your head, you watch your ass quiver in tandem. Jungkook’s hand comes down with a smack, and you hang your head, breath quickening.
“Ah.” Spreading your pussy, his fingers play with your opening. “That got you wet, huh? You like being spanked, sweetheart?”
“Yes, what?” he asks, goading.
Head snapping up, you glare at his reflection. “If you think I’m going to call you sir,” you bite out. “You have another think coming.”
His smirk broadens. “We’ll see about that.”
Without any warning, two of his fingers plunge inside. Back arching, you cry out, barely able to handle the pleasurable assault. One hand on your hip, Jungkook holds you in place while his fingers pound your pussy. He keeps them straight, thick and warm as they ease open your walls.
“You’re so fucking tight,” Jungkook pants, his grip on your waist tightening. “God, I can’t wait to be inside you.”
“Then do it,” you gasp, spreading your legs. “Fuck me now, Jungkook.”
“I can’t,” he groans, sounding tortured. Again, his hand comes down to slap your ass. “I can’t and I want to so bad, baby. But you’re too tight. It’s been too damn long since someone fucked this pussy like they should, so I gotta stretch you out before you take my cock.”
“I can take it,” you whimper. “I can take whatever you give me, Jungkook.”
When he adds a third finger, a garbled noise leaves your lips.
“See?” Jungkook pants, leaning over your body. Twisting his fingers in and out, he drags pleasure from you in waves. “You can barely take three of my fingers. There’s no way you’d be able to take my whole cock.”
“Give it to me, and I’ll show you.”
“Later,” he promises.
Releasing your waist, he slips his arm around your front. Pulling you upright, Jungkook holds you in place and starts rubbing your clit. Meanwhile, his fingers continue pounding you from below. Lifting your leg wider, he holds you open before the window so you can see the view. Your entire body shudders faced with your open pussy, his fingers moving inside you, his body against yours and his lips on your neck.
Overcome with sensation, you shudder apart in a senseless wave of pleasure. Ripple after ripple drags through you, until there’s nothing but your breath and his body, holding you up.
Easing his hand from your cunt, Jungkook keeps you on your feet as he turns you to face him. Feeling limp in the best kind of way, you dazedly meet his gaze.
Searching your expression, Jungkook looks amused. “I think… that might be enough for tonight.”
“Nuh-uh.” Inhaling briefly, you shake your head. “Not until you come, too.”
“You can barely stand, princess.”
“I don’t need to stand,” you say sweetly.
Jungkook’s gaze darkens at the meaning. Glancing over his shoulder, you search for a bedroom.
“God, how big is this place?” you wonder out loud.
“Unlike some,” Jungkook says, lips quirked. “I have no qualms admitting what my parents’ money bought.”
Ignoring this, you take a step backwards to slip off your heels. Without them, you’re several inches shorter than you previously thought. Tilting your head back, you manage to meet Jungkook’s gaze.
“Where’s your bedroom?” you ask again, stubborn. “I want to suck your dick.”
An amused light enters his gaze. “As tempting as that sounds, I –”
Turning around on your heel, you begin to walk away. The spiral black staircase seems as good a place as any to start. Halfway there though, Jungkook catches up to you and grabs your wrist.
“Fine,” he exhales, pulling you to him. Immediately, you cease moving and lean against his chest. “My bedroom is down that hall to the right.” He nods in this direction. “Guest rooms are upstairs.”
“Rooms, as in plural?”
Sliding a hand under your chin, he turns you to face him. “I thought you didn’t want to talk about my money?”
A slight twinge of regret enters your stomach. So far, Jungkook has been more than charitable with his actions. Nothing but consent and appreciation, which is more than you can say for most men in your circle.
Then again, consent has to be the absolute lowest bar for men to pass.
“Alright, fine.” Tugging out of his grasp, you turn away.
You stride in the direction he mentioned, making it all of three steps before Jungkook catches up to sweep you off your feet. You squeal when your back hits his chest, Jungkook’s strong arms firmly wrapping around you.
“Jungkook,” you gasp, hitting his shoulder. “Put me down.”
“Nope,” he returns, hiding a smile as pushes open a door.
Lights are turned on by the motion, twin lamps by the bed casting golden pools on the floor. When you see the size of his bed, your jaw sags a little. The frame is absolutely enormous – you wonder if there’s a size bigger than King. You, he, and another person could sleep on it comfortably. Squirming slightly at the thought, you wonder if that’s something Jungkook has done before.
His arms tighten around you. “What’re you thinking?” Jungkook asks in your ear.
Caught off guard by the question, you find yourself answering honestly.
“Wondering if you’ve had a threesome there,” you say.
Jungkook pauses, then chuckles. “You… are definitely not what I expected,” he admits, walking towards the bed. Coming to a stop at one side, he looks down.
“Is that a bad thing?” you ask, then change your mind. “Wait – have you?”
His dark gaze meets yours. “A few.”
“Oh,” you exhale. “Lucky.”
Jungkook’s brows shoot straight upwards. “I don’t know,” he says, lowering your feet to the floor. “I’m feeling pretty darn lucky right now.”
You can’t help but groan. “Corny, Jeon.”
“Guilty,” he says with a winning smile.
Reaching out, he grasps your hands in his to place on his belt. Without looking away, he helps you undo the buckle. Once the belt is tugged free, Jungkook leisurely drops this off to the side. Somewhat disappointed, you glance at it on the floor.
Jungkook gently chuckles. “What’s this?” Using his thumb, he brings your gaze to his. “You want me to use it on you? Tie you up with restraints? Spank you like that?”
Instant heat floods your veins, and you nod.
His ever-present grin becomes sensual. “Maybe another time, princess.”
“Stop calling me that,” you huff. “And there’s not going to be another time.”
Maddeningly, he lifts a brow. “We’ll see.”
“We won’t,” you counter, dropping to the floor. Reaching up, you tug on his zipper. “Now, take out your dick so I can suck you dry.”
“I love it when you romance me,” Jungkook says drily, but his hands obey.
“You say that like this has happened before, and – oh my god,” you blurt, staring at him in dismay.
With his pants and boxers pushed down, Jungkook’s cock is freed from its confines. Springing upwards, the length gently bobs as his hand wraps around it. Thick and vascular, you stare at the viscous bead of cum which glistens at the tip. Slowly, not looking away, Jungkook strokes himself once.
You’re going to die, you think, staring at his dick in his hand. You’re going to choke, or die impaled on his cock, but however you go, it’s going to be glorious. Did you already have an orgasm? Your body can’t seem to remember, overcome with the sudden need to have him inside you. To feel him filling you, taking you, with carnal pleasure.
“Fuck,” you mutter, shifting closer on the floor. Wrapping both hands around his thighs, you lift yourself from the ground. “You’re so… fucking pretty.”
When you glance up, Jungkook seems flustered and it’s such an unexpected look on him, you nearly laugh. Said laughter dies quickly when you glance again at his cock and find he’s hardened even further.
“So, you like praise?” you murmur, not giving him a chance to answer. Grasping his base with one hand, you slowly lick up the shaft.
Jungkook moans, low and soft.
Wrapping your lips around the head, you slowly slide down. His frenulum gets teased by your tongue, easing back up him and off with a pop. Jungkook watches this through lidded eyes, as you tilt back your head.
“How do you like it?” you ask him. “Slow and teasing? Or fast and messy?”
His lips part on the latter and you stifle a smile. How utterly predictable. Trying not to roll your eyes, you lean in and grip his quads again.
“Tap me when you’re about to come, alright?” you say, then deep-throat him.
Swearing violently, Jungkook’s hips jolt when you take him in. Pulling away, you breathe through your nose as you flick your tongue. Holding onto both thighs, you move yourself forward to start a clean rhythm. Keeping your mouth as wet as possible, you ignore the spit dribbling down your chin to land on your chest.
Legs spread beneath you, you roll your hips and nudge your clit against his fancy carpet. Eyes watering, you glance up to meet his gaze. Reaching downward, Jungkook almost tenderly grasps the back of your neck.
Knowing what he wants, you nod and sit back. Releasing his cock, you pause long enough to say, “Jungkook, fuck my mouth,” and open wide.
His pupils are so dilated, his gaze has become nearly black. Roughly, he guides the tip of his cock to rest on your tongue. Pushing past your lips, he thrusts forward – and gives in entirely. Before long, his hips are pumping eagerly into your mouth. Eyes watering even more, you’re sure your mascara is smearing – and then Jungkook pulls out.
“Not like this,” he near-growls, grasping you by the waist to lift you on your feet.
Stepping out of his pants, you catch a briefest glimpse of Jungkook naked before you collapse on the bed. Landing on your ass, the momentum makes your tits bounce. Jungkook quickly follows, one of his knees nudging your legs further apart.
“Spread,” he commands.
Reaching between your thighs, he slips in one finger, then two to feel how ready you are.
“Oh, fuck,” you groan, lying flat on the bed. Arching your back, you chase his hand’s rhythm. “Jungkook – more.”
“Yeah?” Withdrawing abruptly, he briefly disappears. You hear a drawer open and close, followed by the sound of a condom packet tearing. Jungkook reappears with this in one hand, rolling it onto his cock. “What do you want from me, princess?”
Staring at his hand wrapped around his cock, you reach up to cover his with your own. You’re barely able to get your fingers around and in response to this, Jungkook groans.
“I want you,” you say, guiding him to your dripping entrance. “Inside. Want you to fuck me hard, Jungkook. Give me the best damn orgasm of my life – if you can,” you add, watching challenge ignite in his gaze.
His nostrils flare. “If I can,” Jungkook repeats. Replacing your hand with his, he slides his cock up and down. “Why don’t you just lie there and take it, like a good girl?”
Slowly, he pushes the tip inside and your breath catches, feeling how much he can stretch you. Jungkook pauses, considering before he reaches down.
“W-what are you doing?” you pant when his hand grasps your ankle.
Gently, he lifts first one leg, then the other to rest on his shoulders. Pushing his cock in a bit further, you finally feel his full girth.
“Oh my god,” you breathe, staring hard at the place where your bodies meet.
Maddeningly, he reaches to tease over your swollen clit. Rubbing in slow, wet circles, he pushes in a bit more. Inch by inch, Jungkook fills you, until your thoughts are consumed by his cock inside you. Somewhat dazed, you finally understand why women throw themselves at his feet. You’ve never felt this full in your lifetime and you highly doubt you ever will again.
“There,” Jungkook grunts, thrusting the final inch.
“Oh,” you whimper, thighs quivering against his chest.
Gaze sparking, he glances down. “Already?” he murmurs, removing his hand from your clit. Trailing his fingers lower, he collects some of your slick. “About to come from just my dick inside you?”
“Shut up and fuck me,” you grind out.
“Whatever you want.”
Slowly, he pulls out until just his tip is left. When Jungkook slams back in, thrusting hard, your eyes roll back a little. He doesn’t stop, setting a tempo that has you seeing stars. Not letting up, he forces you to take his cock as Jungkook hammers your g-spot. How he manages to do this so fast and so hard, you have no idea.
“Oh my god,” you choke, hands fisting in sheets.
You whimper and, grasping your ankles, Jungkook lifts these from his shoulders. You moan when your hips are raised, dragging your ass to his front for him to really pound into you.
“Fuck,” you gasp. “Jungkook.”
“That’s it, baby,” he grunts, locking eyes. “Just let go – I’ve got you.”
Your thoughts move in frantic patterns – no way, wait, maybe, yes, yes, yes! With both thighs pressed together, draped over his shoulder, you hold on for dear life as he relentlessly fills you in the way you crave.
Nearly sobbing with relief, your orgasm hits you hard and fast. Wave after wave of punishing pleasure drags you under and Jungkook keeps going, continuing to fuck you throughout. When you’re finally spent, he pulls out, flips you over and pulls your ass up in the air.
“Jungkook, what’re you – urgh,” you hiss, as he sheaths himself inside you.
Pussy still spasming from your last orgasm, you shudder when Jungkook somehow gets even deeper. Each stroke of his cock leaves you at his mercy, pounding a spot deep inside you which refuses to be sated. Barely have you finished your second orgasm when a third one is dawning.
“Oh my god,” you gasp, your hands fisting in the sheets. “Jungkook – yes – yes – yes!”
Smacking you on the ass, Jungkook sends white-holt pleasure jolting through you. He does this again and again, pressing you down into the mattress and making you take it.
“Is this what you like, princess?” he pants, sounding barely in control. “Want it hard and rough?”
“Yes,” you moan, nearly broken with pleasure. “Oh my god, yes.”
“Mm – not good enough,” he declares. Reaching down, he slips an arm beneath your chest and pulls you upright. Keeping you on your knees, he continues to fuck you from behind. “Want you to remember this,” he pants in your ear. “Remember who fucked you so good, you couldn’t remember your own name.”
Each word from his lips brings you closer to the edge, Jungkook’s arm like a vice keeping you trapped to his chest. His other hand slips between your legs, seeking your slippery clit. You feel exposed, open, and thoroughly his as he plays with your body.
“Say it,” he grunts, somehow fucking you harder. “Say my name.”
“Jungkook,” you gasp, beyond the point of caring. Your entire body tightens, letting him know you’re about to come. “Jungkook – Jungkook!”
Your orgasm hits you so hard, you see black for a second. Trembling in his arms, you barely hang on as wave after wave of pleasure consumes you. Through the haze, you hear Jungkook gasp your name when he comes, filling the condom inside you. Breathing heavily, you gradually come to your senses with his arms wrapped around you.
For a moment, there’s only silence and the sound of your breathing. Slowly, Jungkook pulls out and you hear him tie the condom before tossing it in the garbage. Utterly exhausted, you collapse on the mattress and look up.
Well, fuck.
Jungkook stands next to the bed looking equally gorgeous post-sex as during. It’s truly mind-boggling for one person to be so good looking and have such a terrible personality.
Glancing up, Jungkook catches you staring and drops a wink.
“See something you like?” he asks.
“Ugh.” Shaking yourself free, you roll your eyes as you stand. “You know I enjoyed it, you ass. Don’t make me say it out loud.”
“But I want to hear it,” he goads, smile widening.
“Fine.” One hand on the doorknob, you pause at his bathroom. “You’re a fantastic fuck, Jeon. Honestly, I get it. No wonder women are lining up for your bed.”
Jungkook pauses, then frowns, and you disappear into the bathroom. When you emerge minutes later, he’s waiting outside wearing only his boxers.
“What did you mean by ‘you get it now?’” he asks, using air quotes.
Blinking, you glance at the floor and remember your clothes are still out in the hall. Stifling a groan, you begin retracing your steps.
Following close behind, Jungkook doesn’t let up. “What do you get?” he continues, sounding truly curious.
Surprised by his interest, you glance over your shoulder. You hadn’t thought Jungkook would be interested in your opinion. Surely by now, he knows he’s good in bed.
“Uh…” Bending at the waist, you grab your panties to slide them on – ugh, damp. “You’re really good at sex, Jungkook. I’d say that was obvious from the multiple orgasms I had.”
Something uncertain crosses his features before Jungkook smooths it out. Running a hand through his hair, he leaves the strands looking adorably ruffled. Again, his tattoos catch your attention, and you fight the sudden urge to ask him what they mean. Learning more about Jungkook would be something a date does, and you aren’t dating him – this has been pre-established.
Gazing wistfully once at his abs, you imprint the visual to memory and turn away. Lifting your dress from the floor, you pull this overhead. Once finished, you glance up to find Jungkook before you, holding a glass of water.
“Oh.” Startled, you blink. “Thanks, I guess,” you say before tentatively accepting.
“Drink,” Jungkook commands.
Eyes narrowed, you take a large gulp – and immediately, your ire disappears. Jungkook was right, you were feeling dehydrated. Silence falls while you drink, and Jungkook crosses the kitchen.
Eventually, you finish the glass and set this on the counter. “How about – ‘you’re great, too, Y/N,’” you joke, lifting a brow. “’Tightest pussy ever. So wet, I almost came so fast.’ Oh my gosh – wow.” One hand on your chest, you mock-bat your eyelashes. “That’s so sweet of you to say. Thanks, Jungkook.”
Once again, his cheeks flame, and you fight the urge to laugh.
Jungkook is cute when he’s flustered, but you refuse to let yourself think this for too long. It’s no use humanizing someone like him. Jungkook is just going to forget you by the time you reach the lobby.
Looking around for your heels, you find them kicked aside – your necklace, you realize, never came off at all.
“I thought that was obvious.” Somewhat strangled, Jungkook continues to follow you around his apartment. “You’re… that was… fucking hell, Y/N.”
Using the couch for balance, you slide on a heel. “That almost sounded genuine,” you observe with a grin. “Good job, Jungkook.”
His gaze narrows. A lone muscle ticks in his jaw, his expression distractingly hot in a way you kind of enjoy.
Slowly, Jungkook tilts his head. “What do you want me to say?” he murmurs. “Want me to tell you your pussy’s ruined me for all others? That I’ll think about you tomorrow when I fuck my hand in the shower? That work will be hard because every time I think about you, ass-up on my bed, my dick will get hard?” Leaning closer, he searches your expression. “Is that what you want to hear, princess?”
Staring at him, you exhale, certain the dampness in your panties is no longer solely from earlier. Somewhat dazed, you watch Jungkook take another slow sip from his glass.
The arrogance in this gesture breaks whatever spell his words held.
“Wouldn’t believe you even if you did,” you say, scooping up your purse from the counter. “Alright, I think that’s all. I have to go get tested.”
Immediately, Jungkook’s smile disappears. “You seriously think I’d have sex with you if I had an STD, Y/N? I get tested monthly.”
Shaking your head, you turn towards the door. “Forgive me for not taking your word on that,” you laugh. “So, can I call a cab from the front desk, or…?”
“No need.” Picking his phone up from the counter, Jungkook quickly types. “My driver can meet you in the lobby. But – hang on.” Hesitant, Jungkook seems to process this and looks up. “You don’t… want to stay the night?”
When he says this, you nearly laugh out loud, so absurd is the thought. The idea of you having a romantic sleepover with Jeon Jungkook is beyond ludicrous.
Then you realize Jungkook is being serious, and all traces of laughter die in your throat.
“Uh – no.” Staring at him, you blink. “Do you want me to stay? Sorry, but I just assumed you were the type to make excuses about having an early morning meeting. Or who lets girls stay over to be nice and spends the entire night clinging to a pillow on his side of the bed, so as to not invite cuddling.”
Briefly, his eyes widen. “I don’t – that’s not… I don’t do that.”
Unable to help it, you smile. “Yeah, okay, Jeon. Don’t worry. Your secret’s safe with me. I’m just going to head home and sleep in my own bed. Really well, though,” you add. “Because you dicked me down so good.”
Jungkook hesitates, almost uncertain and you nearly have pity. He doesn’t seem to be the kind of guy who breaks routine. But seriously, all you want right now is to shower and fall asleep under your own covers.
Oddly serious, Jungkook considers you again. “So… you really just wanted one night of sex with me,” he says at last.
“Um, yeah.” You give him a look. “Or did you think women weren’t into that kind of thing?”
Sexist, really. Men always assume women are less sexual than themselves because they don’t want to have sex with them that often. Whenever you hear a guy say this out loud, it’s hard not to laugh because they’re basically admitting women have poor sex drive around them. 
Embarrassing, truly.
You hadn’t thought Jungkook would think this, though. Given his skills earlier in the bedroom, you imagine girls are routinely begging for more.
The ghost of a smile crosses his lips. “Yeah, that’s not it. It’s just that usually… I don’t know. Usually, women want more than sex with me.”
A pang of sympathy goes through you – because you do understand, truly.
On some level, rich people problems are just that – rich people problems. The problems don’t begin to compare with things like not having enough to eat, healthcare or access to education. On the other hand, wealth tends to bring its own set of issues. Dysfunctional families abound, it seems once money crosses a certain income threshold.
And you can never be quite sure if people like you for you, or for what you can do for them.
Before you can respond to this though, Jungkook seems to shake the thought off. Taking a step forward, he drains the rest of his water to place on the counter. Stopping before you, he holds out a hand.
You glance at this, then back up. “Do you want a low-five, or something?”
“Your phone,” Jungkook says, patient.
Slowly, you fish the device from your bag to hand over. “What are you doing?” you ask, curious.
Ignoring you, Jungkook doesn’t look up as he types something in.
“Giving you my number,” he says.
At this, your brows shoot straight upwards. “Wait – what? Whose number did I have before?”
Because you texted someone earlier to set up tonight. Someone who confirmed both the time and the place of your date at the restaurant.
Slightly sheepish, Jungkook hands back your phone. “That was my assistant. Just a precaution. There have been… incidents,” he says carefully. “Some women have gotten the wrong idea about what we were and wouldn’t leave me alone.”
A chill goes down your spine at the words. Having been on the receiving end of such attention – although that was years ago – you can’t say you envy him. Although, you allow, given Jungkook’s reputation, you doubt he’s entirely innocent in such matters.
“Thanks,” you say as you accept your phone. “And why are you giving me your real number, Jungkook?”
“To call me,” he states. “The next time you need someone to fuck you.”
It’s a testament to how good he was that hearing him say this makes your pussy clench. Shit – you need to ignore this exchange. Leaving an open door between you is a recipe for disaster. Tonight was supposed to be a one-time thing, and you can’t let yourself forget this.
Slipping your phone in your bag, you straighten. “Thanks. I probably won’t call, but you never know.”
Jungkook just smirks. “We’ll see.”
Shaking your head, you turn around to call the elevator. While you wait for its arrival, you glance over your shoulder. Jungkook still hasn’t put back on a shirt, and he’s watching you with an expression you’d catalogue as unreadable.
He has a lot of these expressions, you realize. It makes you wonder, since once upon a time, you were like him. Before you left this world and struck out on your own, you were constantly masking who you were and what you wanted.
This thought reminds you of something Jungkook said at the dinner table about not everyone being as open as you are.
Before you can travel further down this road though, you stop yourself. Likely, you’re reading into something that isn’t there. Jungkook said so himself – he’s open about who and what he is. If there was more to his actions, he’d tell you and he hasn’t.
“Just sex, right?” you ask again to confirm.
Jungkook pauses, but before he can respond, the elevator opens. His easy smile returns, slipping into place as Jungkook reaches past.
“Of course,” he says as you enter. “What else?”
You pause as you turn, and Jungkook steps out. The doors begin to slide shut, and you scramble to think of something else to say.
“Thanks for letting me use your driver,” you call, and the doors close between you.
Hanging your head, you slowly shut your eyes. Thanks for letting me use your driver. You can almost hear Jungkook’s laughter all the way to the lobby.
When you reach the floor labeled L, the doors ping open. Jungkook’s building is as fancy as you feared, with white, marble floors and overflowing flower vases. Your heels click as you walk, approaching the front desk and spotting Jungkook’s driver seated on a chaise.
“Hi.” Feeling awkward, you wave a hand. “Jungkook texted you about driving me home?”
“Ah, yes.” The man jumps up and smiles. “Right this way, Miss.”
You follow him out, entering the car and settling into the backseat. Before you pull from the drive, you can’t help but glance at the building above. Obviously, you can’t see Jungkook’s penthouse from here, but you wonder if he’s watching you.
Getting a grip on yourself, you banish such thoughts. Leaning your head to the seat rest, the car rumbles to life and you slowly exhale.
You’re a liar, you realize on the way home. Before leaving, you told Jungkook you’d sleep well and now, you’re wondering if you’ll even sleep at all.
His number is burning a hole in your pocket, taunting you with its presence and already, you’re wondering when you’ll give in and call.
Not tonight, at least, you think as you close your eyes.
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chateautae · 14 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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1kook · 23 days ago
tutus & tiaras
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summary your first pregnancy through the lens of your husband warnings smut in the forms of penetrative sex, sex while pregnant, unprotected sex, tit play, cunnilingus, mutual masturbation, sticking the tip in and jacking off/cockwarming?, creampies, nose kink (? like she grinds against his nose), infatuation with scent, frottage/grinding, lactation kink, titluvr jk [bass boosted] misc married ncouple <3, domesticity, jk pov, mood swings, pregnancy, GIRLDAD!JK, DILF!JK, pregnant!reader, jk’s kids are virgos its true rating m (18+) word count 10k
In a sort of roundabout way, Jungkook knows he always gets what he wants. 
Now, truth be told, Jungkook has a hard time asking other people for things, whether that be simply saying what he wants for his birthday or asking someone to pass the salt. He’s not shy, just… overly-conscious of his role in other people’s lives. He doesn’t want to bother anyone with his demands, so he prefers to do things on his own, settle things on his own. 
This way of living has worked out pretty well for him thus far, mostly because Jungkook’s lucky enough to be surrounded by people who love and understand him regardless of what he does or doesn’t say. The people around him can easily read him, which isn’t as negative a thing as Jungkook initially feared it to be. They know him, know what he wants and don’t mind giving it to him. 
Right now, what Jungkook really, really wants is to have kids. Three, to be exact. 
The maximum is two. 
“I am not getting pregnant more than two times,” you had scoffed one day, snuggled up beside him in bed. Lately, you’ve taken a genuine interest in this odd show about toddlers in the UK. It’s cute though, and Jungkook suspects it’s your attempt at familiarizing yourself with motherhood. “Do you know what can happen to my vagina? It can tear, Jungkook,” you added, not a trace of your usual playfulness to be seen, “down to my butthole.” 
At that point in time, the two of you only had a hunch that you were pregnant. You’d been going at it like rabbits, fucking on nearly every surface of your house, and Jungkook was, honestly, beginning to feel dried out. A few weeks prior, he had come not once, not twice, but six times in one day after you’d taken some sex enhancement pill that lasted nearly a full twelve hours. You were so horny, Jungkook was, for the first time, actually worried about how horny you were; while in the bathroom, Jungkook’s hand had brushed against you as he reached for his toothbrush and you had whimpered. He fucked you in the shower, on the dinner table, and even on the goddamn elliptical as the pill ran its course. All because you were dead-set on giving Jungkook a baby by the end of the year. Which was actually very unrealistic, because it was November, but Jungkook interpreted your claim as being one rooted in morale as opposed to logistics. 
Even though Jungkook really wants three kids — the thought of looking into his rear view mirror and seeing three tiny faces in the backseat, a mixture of his features and yours, makes him jittery with excitement — he’s completely okay with having two. It’s your body, and as much as Jungkook would love to see you swollen and pregnant for possibly all of eternity, a kid at your hip, one clinging to your pant leg, he doesn’t want you to do anything you don’t want to. He knows the idea of pregnancy scares you a little bit, that you’re nervous about losing your “hotness,” as you claimed. Which, you won’t, by the way. You’re already so hot and gorgeous, Jungkook’s actually afraid that being pregnant will make more men look your way. 
Two it is. Two pregnancies, two kids. 
But, as Jungkook mentioned previously, he always gets what he wants. 
A few weeks later, Doyeon ropes you into taking a pregnancy test. It’s the first time Jungkook has ever felt grateful for Kim Doyeon’s existence, even more so when the two of you come torpedoing into his home office with the stupidest, dopiest grins on your faces. 
“Twins?” you shriek, eyes bulging out of their sockets, your voice so loud it makes both Jungkook and the ultrasound technician flinch. The gel on your tummy glistens beneath the dim lighting of the room as you move to sit up, practically pressing your face to the screen. With your back turned to him, Jungkook isn’t exactly sure what expression you’re making, just that your hand clamps down on his wrist. Your grip is the only thing that keeps Jungkook from running down the hall and jumping with joy. The thrill shoots down his spine like a shot of adrenaline, makes it impossible to keep the stupid big smile off his face. 
You're having twins, Jungkook realizes. 
Which means: two kids for the price of one pregnancy. 
Which means: Jungkook still has another chance to knock you up for a total of three kids. 
Which is: just what he wanted. 
So now, you’re a little over three months in and Jungkook doesn’t think he’s ever been so excited. According to you, there hasn’t been any major changes to your body yet, but Jungkook swears you’re starting to show. 
Jungkook knows your body well — he’s spent the last four years memorizing every inch of you to the point he’s certain he can map out a constellation of all your scars and freckles — and lately, you’ve been so sensitive. You’re sleepier than usual, always seeking out the nearest soft surface for a quick nap. You cuddle up behind him at his desk, pressing yourself close as if trying to fuse the two of you together. Jungkook doesn’t mind; he loves being in your presence. Your ankles have started to swell a little bit in the mornings, though you refuse to admit it, so Jungkook’s made it part of his routine to massage them every night for you. 
Perhaps most notably, is your libido. You're sensitive. Today is no different. 
“Ah— no,” you shiver, voice a feathery whine that is nearly lost against the knuckle you bite down on. Jungkook’s certain he would have missed it had he not been pressed so closely, cock buried between your folds as he slowly rocks in and out. His lips trail kisses over your throat, sucking a mark against the skin until you’re hissing, knuckles white as you grip at the sheets. 
Jungkook lets one of his palms trail down over your chest, gently fondling. You’re like putty, the soft skin molding to the shape of his hand as he squeezes and touches, massaging until your knees tremble. “Ju— Kook,” you pant, hips bucking forward against him. You’re so cute, look like you’re about to cry, as you quiver beneath him. In a softer voice, teetering between a sniffle and a whine, you add, “play with me, please?” 
His cock twitches inside of you, and Jungkook has to quell his excitement before he does anything drastic. Burying his face at the crook of your neck, where your scent is most prominent, a mixture of perfume and lotion, faintly of sweat, Jungkook presses a kiss. “I will, sweetheart,” he assures you, letting his cock slip out from your comforting warmth. Upon exit, a long trail of wetness follows his head, creating a thin bridge between your clenching entrance and Jungkook’s engorged tip. He could go mad at the sight. His departure is met with a sweet moan from you, a sound subdued and mellow, very unlike your usual voice. 
Jungkook hushes your tiny whines with kisses down your chest, over the gentle slopes of your breasts. His tongue glides over the skin, collecting one perky nipple between his lips as he goes. You’re restless beneath him, legs falling against the mattress only to clamp around his waist instead, hands trailing up and over his shoulders then into his locks. He rolls the stiff nub between two teeth, his actions met with a drawn-out cry from you. His other hand occupies itself sliding down between your bodies, deft fingers slipping past your folds, trailing the wetness back up to your clit. “That’s,” you mumble, filling the bedroom with your gasps, eyes rolling into the back of your head as Jungkook lavishes you in kisses. “Feels nice,” you settle on, smoothing a hand over the nape of Jungkook’s neck. 
One particularly harsh suck results in the arching of your back, a fluttery moan escaping your lips. “Settle down,” he warns in a quiet voice, trailing kisses down between the valley of your breast, over your tummy — he swears you’re showing — and eventually between your legs. Pinning one knee down, Jungkook lets the other one stroke the inside of your thigh soothingly. 
He places a chaste kiss at the beginning of your slit, lips brushing against your clit. “Oh, don’t,” you whimper, robbing Jungkook of your expressions when you throw an arm over your eyes. “Not my— not my—“ As his breath fans over your wetness, Jungkook watches in fascination as your pussy quivers, folds puffy and slick. Your hands ghost over yourself, traversing the length of your body, from your hips to your chest, palming your breasts. 
“But you asked me to,” he muses, ducking down to mouth at your clit, letting his teeth graze the bud. Another sob escapes you, tugging at your nipples as Jungkook runs his tongue along your slit. “Wanted me to play with you, remember?” 
You nod, shudder, fidgeting back and forth as Jungkook envelopes your clit with his hot mouth, releasing it only after a mean tug. He nuzzles closer, accidentally letting the tip of his nose nudge against your clit until he’s drowning in your scent. It makes you mewl, pushing down against the curve and a little bit of the bridge of his nose. Jungkook entertains you for a second, mesmerized by the action, before eventually reinforcing the grip on your legs. He flicks his tongue over your clit, gets a little giddy and lets out an airy giggle against you. “Kook,” you whine, digging your hands into his scalp, feebly trying to draw him away. “Don’t be mean,” you whisper, beg. 
He can’t help it, he gets so high off your smell, your cum against his chin. “Sorry,” he says, but he doesn’t mean it, not when you’re so close to tears, thighs threatening to suffocate him down here. “Just so wet, baby,” he mumbles, returns to rolling your bud against his tongue. “Making a fucking mess down here.” When he glances up, all Jungkook can see are the two twin peaks on your chest, the trembling of your lower lip. He pulls away with a loud pop. 
Your hands are so little against your body, nothing like Jungkook’s enormous palms, and the difference in size makes his brain feel like mush. He thinks about how you’re only going to get bigger from here on out, swollen with the weight of not one, but two babies in your stomach, and Jungkook can barely keep his cool. His cock grinds down against the sheets and Jungkook almost nuts. Embarrassing. 
Eventually, he pushes himself away, nearly passes out from the hand you trail over his jawline. On his knees, Jungkook decides it’s okay to be greedy every once in a while, pushing closer until the tip of his cock kisses your entrance. So wet, he’s getting dizzy. “Your hand,” he demands, taking your trembling — tiny — hand in his and placing it against his cock. He doesn’t need to explain, you know him so well, fingers small and dainty as you line his cock up with your entrance. Know what he wants even if he doesn’t say it. Your tits are all swollen and slick from his kisses, commandeer his attention even when you grip the base of his cock. 
Slowly and with your help, Jungkook sinks back in. You’re even slicker than before, which is to be expected. Ensheathing him in a thin, wet layer of your cum and his saliva, Jungkook assumes his rightful place buried deep inside you. Your hand, after fulfilling its duty of lining him up, settles against his hip. The tightness is unreal, makes his head roll back as a silent moan escapes him. “You feel so good,” he mumbles, hair falling over his eyes, tickling his brows. 
“Fuck, baby,” you whimper, walls tightening around his cock, like a fucking vacuum seal, trying desperately to coax anything out of him. Given how hard and riled up he is, Jungkook doubts it’ll take much longer anyway. Drawing his hips back, Jungkook’s next slide into your hole is so squelchy and hot, it makes his jaw clench. “Ah— give it to me,” you beg. 
He focuses his strength in his thighs, rocking back and forth into your entrance with a pace that slowly picks up speed as he goes, bruising and loud. His hips slap against your skin, and Jungkook wonders how painful that must feel on your end. With each thrust, your tits bounce upwards and down, practically hypnotizing Jungkook along the way. 
Ducking down, he catches the erect bud of the nipple he’d neglected earlier in his mouth, grinding himself deeper into your entrance. You're moaning and shivering, carding your hands through his hair and down his back, branding him in bright red railroad tracks and half crescent moons. Adjusting his hold on you, Jungkook continues bucking forward, rutting into you like a mad dog in heat. He can’t get enough of you, of the deathly tight grip of your pussy and your obscene moans. Against his better judgement, he bites down against your breast, knows it’ll hurt tomorrow. He’ll feel bad about it tomorrow. Today, he wants to swallow you whole. 
A groan tears itself from his throat, scratchy and so unlike the syrupy whines leaving you. “You’re squeezing me so tight, pretty girl,” he mumbles, blinded by his own pleasure as he chases the feeling, sloppily circling his tongue around your nipple. Between the maddening snap of his hips and the lapping of his tongue, Jungkook wonders which sensation you focus on, because he can’t focus on either. He wants to feel it all, feel you all. Greedy, greedy, he wants more of it, all of it, until you can’t give anymore. 
“Mmh— hah,” you moan, weakly meeting his thrusts. “N- no more,” you slur, “I can’t.” You just need to come, and Jungkook just needs to make you come. He plunges himself in again and again, sears the feeling of his cock against your walls, every vein and every ridge, until the two of you are gasping, a mess of sweaty limbs as you grind desperately against one another. 
Your especially delicate body, the gentle protrusion of your tummy, it all becomes too much. Your tit between his lips, your pussy around his cock. Jungkook wants and he wants and he wants. 
Your climax is a silent one, your features scrunching up together cutely as euphoria rolls over you. Jungkook barely manages to catch the expression on time, pulling away from your chest to catch sight. Your lips are swollen, not from kissing, but from your own restlessness, tugged and bitten as Jungkook kissed along your body. You’re so beautiful, unshed tears clinging to your lashes, teasing Jungkook with an image he could’ve seen had he drawn you on only a little bit longer. 
Your thighs clamp shut around his waist, walls clenching around his cock, painfully tight. Jungkook hisses, releasing into your warmth, shivering as you milk him of his cum. 
Most days, you follow up these ventures with a round of rather fruitless conversation. You’re a talker, like the sound of your own voice, which is all fine with Jungkook because he likes the sound of your voice too. Lately, though, you’ve been a little different, a little clingy. Jungkook loves that too. 
“Don’t go,” you sniffle, looking up at him with big, sad eyes. He’d only been reaching for a towel to clean the two of you up. “Jungkook,” you beg, your voice wavering with the threat of tears, but not the good kind. These were the heartwrenching tears, the ones that made Jungkook want to swaddle you in a blanket and never let you go. You’re totally oblivious to the creampie between your legs, “come back.” 
And he does. 
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The walls have to be pink. 
If it were up to Jungkook, he thinks yellow is a pretty color for two twin girls. When he first pitched that idea to you three months ago, you’d been ecstatic at the thought, eagerly agreeing along to his suggestion as you raved about having a sunshine room for your sunshine girls. Jungkook had even gone to the paint store — alone, the smell was too much for you by then — and brought you back a variety of swatches, all of which you loved. So you decided on yellow. 
Yellow, as it turns out, is “the ugliest color I have ever fucking seen,” you sneer, arms propped over your big, pumpkin belly as you glare at the offending can of paint on the ground. Jungkook hadn't even started painting yet, had barely cracked the lid open, when you suddenly voiced your hatred for the color. 
You’re almost eight months in now. Jungkook doesn’t want to go as far as saying you’re difficult to handle but— yeah. “Baby,” he starts slowly, setting the paint roller down on the ground lest you think he’s threatening you or something. (It’s happened before.) “We agreed on yellow a while back,” he says, hands on your shoulders in case you suddenly pass out from being so overwhelmed. (Also happened before.) 
Luckily, today you surprise him with a milder approach. “Yellow is ugly,” you reiterate, big frown on your face. It’s very cute, but Jungkook has recently come to realize you’ve secretly been weaponizing said frown against him these past few months.  
“Yellow is my favorite color,” he counters, brows raised. 
You pause, brain stalling for a response. Jungkook can see the gears working, trying to find something to say that isn’t as mean. “Yellow,” you mumble, glaring at a spot over his shoulder. “…is too colorful.” It’s a fair argument, but the reason you initially liked yellow as a wall color was because it was too colorful. It’s full of contradictions Jungkook is too kind to point out. He settles on turning the conversation away. 
“How was brunch with Doyeon?” Easier topic. 
Your face scrunches up. “Terrible,” you deadpan. “She ordered chocolate cheesecake.” Jungkook loves chocolate cheesecake. “Who the fuck likes chocolate cheesecake?” 
Sensing your mood to be in quite a fragile state, Jungkook decides standing in your future kids’ room probably isn’t helping. Still by the shoulders, he gently coaxes you out, shutting the white door behind him until the two of you are standing in the hallway. “You must be tired,” he says, guiding you into your own bedroom. The dresser where the TV sits is accompanied by an unopened jar of cheese puffs, your favorite lately, and there’s about five different pairs of yoga pants on the floor in front of the closet. 
Finally, something you can agree on. “I am tired,” you whine, accepting Jungkook’s hand as he helps you into bed. You can’t lay on your stomach and squirming around is too much work, so you’ve pretty much been stuck sleeping on the very edge of your side of the bed for about a month now. He helps you on, fluffs your pillow for you and everything. Very whipped. 
Apparently still stuck on the conversation from before, you manage to bring it back around just as Jungkook begins massaging your calves. “Pink,” you say, hands on your belly. “It’s what all princesses want!” 
Jungkook rolls his eyes, digging his fingers into the tight muscles until you’re groaning from a mixture of pain and relief. “What if they don’t want to be princesses? They might want to be knights in shining armor,” Jungkook offers, eyes trained on your stomach. The other day, he’d caught the girls having a dance party inside you, nearly cried when they kicked beneath his hands. 
You scoff. “Knights or princesses, it has to be pink! I’ll bedazzle their swords or whatever,” you ramble on, so silly, so sweet. Jungkook knows you’re going to be a good mom. 
Regardless of whether they’ll be knights or princesses — they could be court jesters, for all he cares — Jungkook thinks pink would be a cute color, too. “Fine,” he agrees, eventually releasing your legs in favor of crawling up beside you. “I’ll return the yellow.” You let out a little excited sound, clapping your hands. “But only if I can put the sparkly canopy from Target above their beds.” 
“See,” you tease, craning your head to press a kiss to his cheek. “You want them to be princesses, too.” 
Jungkook wants his kids to be whatever they want to be. But he also wants to take advantage of their tiny age to dress them up in as many sparkly, glittery outfits as possible. In the future, they might realize they’re not a fan of all the tutus and tiaras, but at least it’ll make for good family photo albums. 
While he’s experiencing his first of many dad monologues, your palm grazes his front side, blindly feeling around for his crotch. “Hey,” he warns, catching your hand in his. You squeak, caught red-handed. 
As per your doctor’s advice, sex was okay. Thus far, you had experienced no complications in your pregnancy, so there wasn’t anything to worry about. You could participate in sex so long as the two of you were careful, didn’t go too hard or whatever. And you have, every now and again, but now that you’re nearing your final weeks of pregnancy, Jungkook is a little nervous to say the least. 
You frown, shaking his hand off with a bratty huff. “You never wanna touch me anymore,” you mumble. Some days, you complained about Jungkook being too close, too overbearing, to the point it almost hurt his feelings. Others, you couldn’t keep your hand out of his pants even if you tried. 
“I do, sweetheart,” he reassures you, rolling onto his tummy beside you. You're pouting now, plush lips pressed together as you regard him with feigned annoyance. “Just a little worried, ‘s all.” You lift your hand up to pinch his cheek, a mean act Jungkook willingly accepts. It’s followed by a gentle caress anyway, an open palm he nuzzles into, pressing a kiss against it. “I always wanna touch you,” he purrs.
It’s true. 
“Then touch me,” you mumble, slowly drawing your knees apart, slinking your hand in down to push away your bottoms. “Or I touch myself.” With your tummy so big and so round, it’s hard for you to completely reach around. Jungkook watches in amusement, before you agitated groans convince him to help you out. 
“Fine,” he relents, shuffling onto his knees, carefully maneuvering himself between your spread thighs. “Only a little.” He helps you wiggle off your bottoms, peeling your underwear from in between your folds and down your ankles. At the sight of your dripping core, Jungkook snorts. “Why are you so wet?” he teases, tossing your clothing somewhere behind him. “Weren’t you just raging about the color yellow?”
You grunt. “Shut up. You make me horny.” Flattering, so Jungkook takes it. He watches as you reposition your arm, wrapped around your belly as your fingers graze the front of your slit. It’s such an endearing effort, watching you trying to finger yourself, that Jungkook lets out a little aww sound. “Baby,” you whine, fussy, cute. “Help.”
“I got it,” Jungkook says, to the rescue. Capturing your hand in his, he helps you comfortably reach over your stomach, settles your fingers against your bud. From there, he skillfully drags some of your wetness along your slit, trailing your arousal up to your clit until the glossy fluid is lightly coating the bud. “There,” he announces, fingers joining yours in a gentle caress. 
A moan rolls off your tongue, eyes fluttering shut. “Thank you,” you whimper, knuckles knocking against his. Jungkook knows his perception of love is a little skewed when the sight of his and your fingers circling your clit makes his chest tighten. “You too.”
“Huh?” he mumbles, still a little distracted by your plush folds, clenching hole. He wants to kiss it so bad. When he’s down there, flicking his tongue over your clit and into your entrance, he can never catch sight of your face. Your tummy is just so big, blocks the view. Not that he minds, Jungkook loves your pregnant belly. 
“Touch,” you huff, hand paused. Your inaction is what snaps Jungkook out of his daze, gaze flickering up to catch yours. “Touch yourself, too.” 
He’d much rather watch you touch yourself, but Jungkook is a little bit of a pushover and very much in love. Also, his cock gets hard anytime he looks at you for too long, anyway. “Okay,” he agrees, hesitantly parting with your folds. Your fingers look so tiny against your clit, nothing like his. His fingers belong ther—
“Jungkook,” you whine again. Right. 
Pushing his sweats down his thighs, Jungkook releases his half-hard cock from its fabric confines, rather nonchalantly holding it in his hand. He’s much more preoccupied with your own slick folds, watching you routinely tighten and then loosen as your fingers dance along your clit. 
One nudge of your bent knee against his side spurs Jungkook into action. Reaching forward, he runs his fingers along your folds, reveling in the shiver that passes through your body as he collects a thin sheen of your pre-cum along his hand. It provides enough friction against his cock, his fingers glistening as he slowly begins to jerk himself off. 
Beneath him, you continue with your languid ministrations, eyes half-lidded as the pleasure builds within you. Your stomach is so big, smooth, makes it impossible for you to comfortably sit up. Jungkook quite likes the sight, feels his cock twitch as he drags his gaze over your body. The hand not on his cock smooths over the rounded skin. 
The softest sounds come filtering out of you, groans and moans that sound feathery and airy, like music to Jungkook’s ears. As much as he wants to kiss you right now, he’d rather die than muffle the melodious soundtrack you’ve decided to provide for your shared masturbation. Quelling his desire, he focuses his efforts on running his palm over the head of his cock. 
His fist continues to drag up and down his cock, trying to match the languid movement of your own hand against your bud. You’re moving so slowly, it pains Jungkook, actually. But he loves the intimacy, the shared trust between the two of you as you slowly but surely work towards your orgasms. 
He hasn’t been inside of you in a few weeks now — again, Jungkook’s a little anxious about the whole, penetrative ordeal — but the memory of the snug fit lingers in the recesses of his mind, choosing now to resurface. You always clamp down on him as he pushes in, when the mushroom tip of his cock shoves past your folds. He knows it’s the biggest stretch for you because it’s the tightness area for him. “Fuck,” he mumbles, glancing down at his own angry cock, your entrance only inches away. It’d be so easy to just slip right in. 
Like the devil on his shoulder, you’re always quick to voice his desires. “You know,” you croon, stilling your fingers. “You can just… go in. If you’d like.”
Cautious. Sneaky. You want him inside of you as bad as Jungkook does. Still. “I know,” he chuckles, vaguely aware of the sweat that clings to his hairline. He hopes his laughter hides the monstrous lust building in his chest, that the easy smile he flashes your way covers up the desperation behind his eyes. 
It doesn’t. “C’mon,” you tease, mindlessly rubbing at your pregnant belly, fingers nudging his. “You know you want to,” you sing, spreading yourself wider for him. “Just the tip.”
A shaky exhale escapes him. Just the tip sounds nice. “Are you sure?” he asks tentatively, placing a hand against your thigh, caressing the soft skin as his gaze glues itself to your gleaming lips. They're so puffy, would squeeze him just right. A little sound of agreement is your response, the fingers that had lingered over your clit resuming their ministrations. 
Just the tip, he repeats to himself, gently pulling apart your plush folds. You moan, a sound Jungkook’s heart latches onto and carefully files away with all your other little sounds. It’s followed by a gasp, another moan, a whispered call of his name. Together, it’s all the convincing Jungkook needs. 
Reaching for the base of his stiff cock, Jungkook teases himself with another swipe of his thumb over his head, catching on the slit where translucent pearls of pre-cum have begun to leak out. He trails it over his angry head, around the mushroom tip, even a little bit along his frenulum. That bit in particular makes Jungkook shudder, reluctantly removing his hand. He lines himself up with your entrance, your hand momentarily stretching down to brush the pads of your fingertips against him. 
They’re wet, sticky, dainty. Can barely reach, too. Jungkook doesn’t push you away, lets your curious fingers touch any part of him you can as he sinks the tip of his cock in. 
Just as he’d remembered, it’s tight. Tight enough to make Jungkook see stars. “Oh, shit,” he bites out, sweat collecting at his temples as he watches. Your folds envelope him, and it feels like he’s just come home. His warm welcome is punctuated with a high-pitched whimper from you, muffled against the palm you clamp over your mouth. “Let me hear you,” he murmurs, and it takes a lot of strength to look away from where your bodies are joined. “Your voice is so cute.”
Your reaction is unexpected, hips jolting following his statement. “No,” you whine, “I’m s- so annoying.” 
Jungkook nudges your static fingers, guides you along as if you’ve never touched your own pussy before. His cock head throbs inside of you, begging for some friction, some movement. But Jungkook is careful with you, settling in just past the tip. “Nah. Your voice makes me so hard, sweet girl,” he croons. “Could listen to you all day.
When he’s satisfied with the pace you’ve picked against your clit, Jungkook lets his attention return to his own rock hard member. Gripping the base, Jungkook steadies himself with a hand placed against the inside of your thigh. 
It takes everything in him to not buck forward, burying himself to the hilt, until your bodies are pressed together and he can’t tell where you end and he begins. “Ffffuck,” you shiver beneath him, not helping at all. He’s undergoing the greatest battle of self-discipline the world has ever seen. 
The only thing grounding Jungkook is the death grip he has around his cock, holding it with much the same tightness he uses when deadlifting at the gym. Needless to say, Jungkook is practically suffocating his cock. It’s the only thing that keeps him from a) fucking into you like a wild beast and b) nutting on the spot. 
It takes a moment, a long exhale, before he’s confident he won’t burst. Dragging his fist along his member, Jungkook finally lets the sensations wash over him. The jerk of his palm is shorter than usual, from his base to just beneath his head. If he’s not careful, he'll nudge against your tender folds, paste a thin layer of gloss against his knuckles. 
As he pumps himself, your mouth falls open. A whimper follows, head turning from side to side. Another sound, more like a hiccup, that goes straight to his cock. Buried deep inside you, he can feel another wave of arousal gush out of you, you're so wet. Slippery, your body teasing him with a squelching warmth he can’t enjoy to the fullest. 
Your chest rises and falls. Your breasts have been getting so big lately, swollen, heavy. The other day, Jungkook had casually nuzzled his face into them as you laid in bed, noticed immediately how inflated they were. Your nipples seem to always stand erect these days too, teasing him beneath your shirts. Now, he watches the plump mounds bob from side to side as your arm knocks against them. 
Without meaning to, Jungkook whines, squeezing his girthy cock on the next stroke. “Baby,” you shudder, and the affectionate name goes straight to his balls, has them squeezing as he traces his gaze over your body, back to your face. You’re biting down on your pointer finger, the hand not playing against your pussy. Jungkook grinds his teeth. He’s a little overwhelmed right now; between the teasing peek into your warmth with his cock and your fucking milk jugs, there’s at least five separate reasons Jungkook should come right now. 
Together, the two of you work towards your respective orgasms, taking in the visuals before you to make up for the deep-seated penetration you’re missing out on. You’ve always been appreciative of Jungkook’s body, a fact that has greatly helped his self-esteem, but today he feels like a piece of meat in front of you. Which should be degrading, to be looked at in such a way, but when it’s you, Jungkook loves it. He loves knowing his body alone can get you like this, your eyes searing a burning trail down his chest, to his dick, where your bodies connect. 
He jerks himself faster, filling the room with obscene sounds. Your pussy is so pretty, so soft and so plump. Jungkook belongs there, cock buried to the hilt, tongue lapping across your folds, however you want it. Today, he has to settle for this, your tight entrance clamping down around his swollen tip. Vaguely, he recalls the doctor’s words, the firm reassurance that it would be okay so long as he’s careful. 
And Jungkook is careful… most of the time. He presses his fingers against the underside of his cock, harshly exhales as he watches you writhe and shudder. Other times, Jungkook has this insatiable need to push you down and fuck you hard, fast, until you’re sobbing and begging for more. And that is dangerous. 
With that in mind, Jungkook manages to overcome the urge to thrust into you, an urge as old as time itself, and makes quick work of jacking himself off to completion. You whimper, at your own touch and the appearance of Jungkook before you, and your reactions spur him on. He tries his best to imitate the snug feeling of your walls with his hand, but he knows it’s not enough. Still, the memory is enough for Jungkook to power through, caressing your thigh. 
Uncoordinated fingers nudge against your clit, tiny peals of frustrated sobs catching in your throat. Jungkook loves the expression, the big tears that collect on your waterline. He knows he should help you out, but he’s a little bit of a sadist in times like this, loves watching you struggle. “You’ve got it,” he encourages quietly, hopes you don’t catch the teasing curl in his voice. 
You whimper. “Baby,” you blubber. Every graze of your fingers against your bud has you unconsciously tightening around the tip of his dick, a repetitive motion that traps the air in Jungkook’s lungs every single time. His hand traverses the length of his cock faster, slicker. He wants to come so bad, wants to thrust into you so bad. “Mmh— ah, fuck!” you squeak, hands trembling against your mound. 
Your pussy clenches down around him, painfully tight. It makes Jungkook dizzy, grasping for his cock as you finally climax. “Ju— Jungkook,” you sob, roughly yanking your hand away from your numb clit. Your legs jerk, knees coming up as you quiver through the intense pleasure. The pressure against his cock is what makes Jungkook succumb to his own orgasm, eyes rolling to the back of his head as a long, drawn-out groan leaves him. Without meaning to, his hips jerk forward just the slightest, drawing another teary sniffle from you. 
“Fuck,” he huffs, sweat dripping down the side of his face, curling over his jawline. His cum shoots into your pussy, and Jungkook can only hope it reaches the deepest crevices from this position. He isn’t sure if the white fluid that spills out around his cock is yours or his. “Shit,” Jungkook curses, finally drawing back with a grimace to examine the state of your pussy. Creamy, as expected, with the folds of your labia still so plush and slick. Jungkook wants to kiss you senseless down there, suck your clit into his mouth until you’re crying. 
He would, he almost does. “Kook?” you call out softly, feathery. Your eyes are barely open, breath coming out slow and deep. 
Jungkook discards any leftover arousal in favor of leaning over you instead, tracing a hand along the side of your face. “Right here,” he murmurs, reaching for the box of tissues on the bedside table to clean you up. “I’ve got you.”
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Jungkook's birthday present is one week late. 
Well, presents. 
The girls’ bedroom has finally taken shape, complete with a huge white crib on one side of the room, a changing station on the other. Pink walls, of course, with numerous castle-themed decorations artfully scattered about, a mixture between princess and knight; the mobile above the crib features a herd of elephants in tiaras, while a big, pink dragon sits inside the crib itself. You’re very committed to the aesthetic. 
Your water breaks in the backyard. Jungkook is mowing the lawn, doesn’t realize something’s happened over the roar of the lawnmower until he catches sight of your flailing arms trying to signal him over. The hospital bag has been sitting at the door for weeks now, gets flung into the backseat as Jungkook ushers you into the passenger seat, all sweaty and out of breath. 
Jungkook’s not squeamish. He loves a good slasher film, thinks the excessive blood really makes the movie, so he thinks he’ll fare fine in the delivery room. 
Wrong. There’s a huge difference between scripted movie murders and his wife pushing out two kids from an opening that is, as far as he knows, one inch wide. There’s screaming and cursing, the latter being aimed mostly at Jungkook for knocking you up in the first place, and of course, tears. And sweat. And a whole lot of other bodily fluids Jungkook doesn’t even know the name of. 
It’s worth it in the end, Jungkook thinks, staring at his two squishy babies and their worn-out mother. 
“Which one is she?” you ask, five weeks later, still unable to tell your own kids apart. Jungkook wants to give you the benefit of the doubt — they’re identical twins, after all — but as a devoted father he simply cannot. Mina and Aria are so different! The tip of Mina’s nose is rounder, and Aria’s ears protrude outwards a little more. They may look the same, but they act differently; Aria is an early bird, while Mina is a night owl; Aria keeps her eyes open while being fed, while Mina shuts hers. His girls are unique in their own ways, and it’s only his dummy wife who can’t see it. 
You’re holding Mina. Wrongly, might he add. “This is Mina,” he says, trying to casually take her out of your incorrect hold. He’s still not sure if they hear or see him, but Jungkook consoles himself with the fact that they recognize his embrace enough to cuddle into his arms every time he holds them. 
Now, you’re looking at your kid like you’re still uncertain about which one she is. Jungkook knows you love your babies. Motherhood is just a little awkward for you. You try your best and Jungkook finds your efforts endearing. Like now, with Mina cuddled into his arms, your hand gravitates for her tiny sock-clad foot, giving it a little squeeze that makes a familiar fondness blossom in Jungkook’s chest. 
The moment is ruined when Aria starts crying, signaling their afternoon feeding time. 
You sigh, reaching up to massage your breast. You’re supposed to be switching off, using every other side to lessen the ache or something. With twins, Jungkook senses that method kind of loses its effect, but you try anyway. Today, Aria goes first, carefully cradled into your arms as you settle into the rocking chair in their room. You pull your shirt up, hold your baby close, and watch as she begins suckling. “You’re staring again,” you murmur halfway through, and Jungkook feels his cheeks grow warm. 
“Sorry,” he chuckles, trying to cover up his embarrassment. He can’t help it— motherhood looks so good on you. The other day at the park, he’d caught a group of dorky teenage boys looking your way as you pushed the girls’ stroller down the path, no doubtedly calling you a milf. And then at a coffee shop, he’d glared at an older man who couldn’t stop ogling you over the lip of his mug. You’ve always been gorgeous, but becoming a mom has added a new edge to your aura, one that forces everyone to look your way.  
Mina stirs in his arms, begins huffing and puffing. “Set her down,” you tell him, immersing yourself in your new role. You can be a little silly when it comes to the girls sometimes, whine and complain about their stinky diapers until Jungkook comes to the rescue, but you’re serious when need be. “I’ve got them.”
Jungkook obliges, dreamily gazing at your figure in the rocking chair as he closes the door. The house is quiet after that, all three of his girls hidden away in one room. Jungkook knows he should utilize this time to get some work done, but his heart is too soft, too tender, to focus on anything really. 
He crawls into bed, staring at the ceiling as he wonders how this amazing life of his came to be. It starts with Namjoon, he supposes, his kind friend with an affinity of looking after others. He looked after Jungkook when he was a dweeby teen, and then you, in college. That’s where it begins.
(“Uh, I don’t know,” he mumbles, rubbing at the back of his neck. He didn’t have any plans this weekend, was probably just going to drop by his parents house. “A date?”
Over the line, Namjoon hums enthusiastically. “Yeah! She’s a nice girl. Very cool.”
Cool, Jungkook grimaces, something he admittedly was not. “Uh,” he drawls, lips pursed as he wracks his brain for any reason to say no. He comes up empty. Hesitantly, he mumbles out a quiet, “okay.”) 
It begins on a breezy night, you at his doorstep, Transformers on the TV. Your dress on the floor, Jungkook’s hands on your waist. Your mouths sealed together, tongues dancing in tandem. 
(Doyeon says it starts way before that.
“Listen,” she slurs, on what has to be her eighth shot that night. It’s fucking game night, not a rager, and here she is, wasted beyond belief. You’re in the kitchen, only four months in, baking cookies for the gang since you can’t have any alcohol. Jungkook’s left on Doyeon Duty. “You know each other,” she emphasizes, arm thrown around his shoulder like they’re best friends. 
Jungkook frowns. “Well, I would hope I know the mother of my kids,” he mutters, flashing Namjoon an unimpressed look over the Monopoly board. His friend is too busy teaching Jimin the rules of the game to save him. 
Doyeon shakes her head. “Before that, you dunce,” she hisses, teeth clenched. Jungkook’s afraid she’ll throw up. “Do the math, Jeon. One soul, two bodies. A second that stretches into eternity— it’s the red string, you idiot! Tied together over bridges and around trees. You and her, soul mates, ya hear me?” She’s jostling him now, probably giving him a concussion. “It’s fate! You know. Until you meet again and again and agai—“
This time, Namjoon does save him. “Babe,” he calls out, still trying to explain loans to Jimin. “You’re scaring him.”)
The door cracks open. You’re done feeding the girls, flashing him a tired smile as you slink over onto the mattress beside him. You’re still waddling like you’re pregnant, a funny quirk you haven’t been able to shake. Jungkook thinks it’s cute. “They’re sleeping now,” you mumble, sitting at his side. Your hand pushes his hair behind his ear, traces down his cheek, over his jaw. 
Puckering his lips, he manages to land a smooch against your palm, reveling in the bashful smile that crosses your features. “At the same time?” As much as he loves his new babies, their alternating sleep schedules have completely wrecked you and Jungkook these past few weeks. He can’t remember the last time the house had been this tranquil. Out of habit, his hand slinks around your waist, tugging you closer to his side. 
You nod, and Jungkook can feel himself melt deeper into the mattress, ready for a well-deserved nap. And he would, really, had his eyes not caught sight of a distinctively dark patch on your shirt. “Um,” he says, purposefully pointing his eyes at your chest. 
“Oh— shit!” you blurt, peeling the material away from your body with an irritated huff. “Not again.” 
Jungkook’s fatigue melts away as you get off the bed, replaced with a mixture of worry and intrigue as you strip yourself of your shirt, your flimsy bra following. “Do they hurt?” he muses, watching with the eyes of a predator as you reach for the tissues at your bedside, holding them against your tit. 
You shrug, eventually plopping back down on the edge of the bed again. “Sometimes,” you respond, peeling away your folded up tissue to check for any more leakage. “They just feel really heavy.” 
Jungkook nods along like he understands, watching with rapt attention as the pearly fluid continues to drip out of your nipple, over the curve of your breast and down your tummy. Experimentally, he reaches a finger out while you’re switching tissues, catches a droplet of milk on the very pad. The touch startles you, makes you whip around with wide eyes as Jungkook pops his digit into his mouth. 
It’s… sweet. Obviously different from the milk he’s used to drinking, but sweeter than most artificially made drinks. He presses his tongue against the palate of his mouth as he ponders on the taste; maybe like almond milk? “Jungkook,” you whine, obviously flustered by his actions. 
Jungkook levels you with a blank stare. “Can I have more?”
“Jungkook!” you exclaim, mortified. 
He quickly shuffles beside you, encouragingly guiding your hand away from your breast, all the while maintaining eye contact. “C’mon,” he purrs, knotting your fingers with his. “You used to mention this all the time.” You did, and for someone who used to leverage this against him every chance you got, you’re trembling like a leaf now. “Just a little bit, baby, please?” 
It takes Jungkook’s biggest puppy eyes and a playful tap against your nipple for you to give in. “Okay,” you mumble, and Jungkook could burst with excitement. 
He maneuvers the two of you onto the center of the bed, situating himself on his bum before gently helping you onto his lap. Your thighs spread over him, a little thicker and softer than before. The weight from your pregnancy still clings to your figure, makes you look all plump and squishy. Jungkook loves it. With his hands hooked beneath your thighs, Jungkook hails you closer. “Eep!” you squeak, balancing yourself with your hands on his shoulders. 
He places a kiss against the swell of your breast, trailing his lips down until his lower lip grazes against your stiffened nipple. The air audibly leaves your lungs, and Jungkook soothes a hand over your ass in an effort to ease your worries. His tongue scoops it up into his mouth, lips closing down around you. “Just—!” you gasp, tugging his hair back. “Gentle, Kook,” you tell him, “be gentle.” 
The first suckle is met with a gush of sweet milk against his tongue. It’s so sudden, Jungkook pulls back by mistake, letting it splatter over his chin. “Oh, wow,” he marvels, reaching up to grab your breast between his fingers. Testing the waters, another squeeze procurs the same results, a tiny splurt of milk against his lips. 
Your shallow breathing draws his attention back to you. You’re biting down on your lip, bruising the tender skin as you watch Jungkook navigate your leaking tits. They are heavy, just as you’d said, and a little hard to the touch. Just bursting with milk, he suspects, desperately needing to be relieved. The blood rushes to his cock. 
“They’re swollen,” he murmurs softly, kissing your chest. A tiny puff of air escapes you, the end laced with a whimper, as you nod. “You just need to be milked, don’t you, pretty baby?” Jungkook purrs, flicking his tongue over your bud, eyes rolling back at the sweet taste it picks up. 
He sucks on you tenderly, cautious of your fragile state. Your nipple is warm against his mouth, the liquid it releases just as hot. It’s a unique consistency, not too thick, not too watery. Jungkook’s not skilled in the art, accidentally letting the milk spill out from the corners of his mouth. His chin feels a little sticky, but not anything drastic. “Kook,” you whisper, voice hushed, wavering. Jungkook didn’t realize he’d shut his eyes. 
“Mmhm,” he hums back, tightening his arms around you, pulling you closer. You buck forward against him, punctuate the action with a whimper. Jungkook’s breathing hard through his nose, would feel self-conscious about the volume if he wasn’t so focused on your tits. 
It’s a strained cry that eventually draws him away, pulling off with a lewd, wet pop. Tracing his tongue along his lips, Jungkook savors the taste once more, eyes dark as he leans up to connect your mouths. Your tongues meet, and you grimace at the taste of your own breast milk. “It’s sweet,” Jungkook husks, pressing his forehead against yours. 
His cock is so hard, prodding against your thigh, and normally Jungkook would use an opportunity like this to rope you into some fast and bruising sex. But it’s too soon; your gynecologist had warned the two of you against partaking in any frisky business so soon after the birth. 
But Jungkook is nothing if not innovative. 
(And Jungkook always gets what he wants.)
Taking advantage of your pliant state, Jungkook wastes no time pushing you back down onto the mattress, crowding over your debauched form. Helping you out of your bottoms, Jungkook makes quick work of his own clothing. “Kook,” you mumble, hands trailing down his biceps, along his forearms. “The doctor said—“
“I know,” he cuts off, guiding your knees up to your chest. The pregnant belly he loved so much is gone now, and while it’s dearly missed, it kept him from doing a lot of things, like feeling your tits against his chest when you hugged. (Or when you fucked. Either or.) his engorged cock lands against the crook where your thigh meets your body, the soft crease holding it for only a second before Jungkook hastily guides himself away. 
He’s amazed to find you’re already so slick, folds sparkling with a thin gloss of pre-cum that he makes quick work distributing. Using the tip of his cock, he lets it nudge against your soaking entrance. “Jungkook,” you warn a second time. 
He hushes you with a kiss. “I know, baby, I know,” he repeats, coating his inflammed tip with your wetness before dragging it along the length of your folds. “Just… like this,” he exhales, finally grinding his length against your slit. 
“Oh,” you pant, trailing your hands up over your waist, around your chest. Your puffy folds mold to the shape of Jungkook’s cock, hugging him as he slowly begins to rock back and forth. Your leg moves to hook around his waist, urging him to move in closer, his cock kissing your clit. Hoisting your other leg up, Jungkook gathers you in his arms and slowly begins rutting against your folds. Each glide is slick and wet, painfully smooth, like velvet against Jungkook’s cock. 
He pushes himself into you, over and over again, making up for the lack of penetration with a rough grind of his hips, burying himself between your plush lips until you’re panting beneath him, meeting his hips with your own. 
With each prod of his tip against your button, you grow more and more restless, back arching as you hiss out in pleasure. It brings Jungkook’s attention back to your bosom, at the faint trickling of milk over the curve of your breast. Leaning over, he laps against your tit once more, desperate to obtain some more of your sweet milk. He syncs up the rolling of his hips with the suckles of his mouth, a duo that makes you whimper and writhe. 
“There we go,” Jungkook hums, mouth latched against your breast. Surprisingly, the milk comes out all too easily; with a few evenly spaced sucks, whatever mechanism releases your milk can be unlocked, sending spurts of milky goodness down his throat. You’re less shy this time, reaching down to cup your boob as Jungkook sucks away. He accidentally nips at the bud, makes you jerk away with a whine. “Sorry, sorry,” he apologizes, soothing his thumb over your nipple. “Gotta be careful, don’t I?” Thrusting forward, he hopes another caress against your clit is enough to distract you from his slip-up, moving on to mindlessly mouth at your breast instead. “Sheesh,” he breathes, huffs out a chuckle as he turns his attention to your more neglected breast. “Fuckin’ mommy milkers you’ve got.”
You groan in embarrassment, cutely rutting up against him as Jungkook obsesses over your boobs. “They’re not that big,” you defend weakly, hands carding over his hair, trailing over his shoulders. “Just… normal,” you decide with a resolute nod. “Normal mommy boobs.”
Jungkook snickers, lapping his tongue against your nipple. “Mommy boobs,” he repeats, feels a faint flush settle over his cheeks at your naive wording. Leaning up, he manages to place a kiss against your lower lip, nudging the tip of your nose with his. Your face is warm, warm enough to emanate the heat when Jungkook gets this close. You get so cute during sex. Jungkook has to be a little mean to balance you out. One pinch at your tit has it producing more milk, squirting out in a thin stream that hits Jungkook’s chest. He opens his mouth, lets it paint the back of his throat instead. 
He’s mindful of keeping you stimulated in multiple places, circling his hips against you until his cock is pushing your clit back and forth. You moan, gasping against the crown of his head as Jungkook burrows in closely against your chest, sucking and sucking until his mouth is full of your sweet milk. 
He wonders how long you can go on like this, spilling into his mouth, if there’s a limit to how much milk you can make in one sitting or if it just goes on until he decides he’s had enough. For his own greed, Jungkook really hopes it’s the former; he wants to taste more and more, swallowing it down until he’s bloated from how much he’s drunk. He knows it must hurt for you, that your tits must feel sore after a while. But he consoles himself with the fact that it also probably feels relieving, takes some of the weight off your chest. 
Another gulp, milk trailing down his chin. You groan. “Kook, slow down,” you beg, thighs trembling against him. “A- At least leave some for the girls.” 
He pulls off with a hoarse chuckle. “Fuck, right,” he says, shaking his head, pressing kisses along your swollen tits. Still so hard. Jungkook knows a little bit more will make you feel good. But he’s beginning to feel high on the sweetness anyway, an unexpected sugar rush that has him quietly acquiescing. Your tits still shine, saliva and milk, and Jungkook uses their glistening appearance as fuel for his pistoning hips. 
He’s careful — he’s always careful with you — as he drags his cock along your folds, always taking note of your facial expressions. You’re not supposed to be having sex, but Jungkook figures one orgasm won’t hurt. He’s missed you badly these past few months, missed the slick grip of your pussy around his cock. Soon, he’ll be able to shove himself into your depths once more, reclaim his throne between your satin walls. 
For now, he settles for this rushed, terribly-juvenile grinding against one another. Your walls part for his gliding cock, squelch obscenely as he moves. Your face is so pretty too, eyes screwed shut as he jostles you back and forth. And, of course, your tits bounce against your chest. 
It’s perfect. You’re perfect. Jungkook thinks you could’ve made it onto the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel had you been alive at the time of its inception, dancing along the heavens in all your glory. “Baby,” he chokes out, leaning in until your lips can meet his in a slow kiss. Your hands trail down his back, light as a feather, make every hair on his body stand at attention. 
This time, Jungkook is the one who cums first, loud. “Hah— fuck,” he cusses, burying his face against your neck, hot breath fanning against your sweat-damp skin. A series of moans follow, muffled by your skin against his, hips slowing to a jittery finish. His cum splatters against your clit and then over your stomach, white ribbons that remind him of the way your milk had trailed down your breast earlier. At the thought, his abdomen tightens up, cock pushing out one final rope of cum. 
A tear escapes the corner of one eye when you come, muscles and joints all locked up as a wave of pleasure blossoms over you. Jungkook holds you close; he couldn’t look away even if he tried. Your body goes limp, head rolling back against the sheets as Jungkook places chaste kisses along your shoulder. “Feeling okay?” he murmurs, massaging your hip with one hand. 
Your answer is a strained whimper, makes his cock twitch and everything.  “Need a nap,” you mumble, melting into the sheets. Jungkook kisses the corner of your mouth, ready to snuggle in with you. Before he can do that, there’s a cry from across the hall that makes the both of you sigh. 
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Aria is dead set on having a brother. “Dad,” she huffs, six years old, a diva to the core. “Hannah Montana has a brother, so we need one, too.” Her snarky attitude is a direct result of your genes and the fact you’ve introduced the two of them to the world of late 2000’s Disney Channel. 
As flawed as her thinking may be, Jungkook’s gotta agree with the kid. He also thinks the two of them need another sibling. 
You’re downstairs in the kitchen with Mina, baking some sweets, so Jungkook takes the time to sneakily meet with his first mate of the S.S We Need Another Kid cruise. “A brother?” he whispers conspiratorially, hunching down to her level. (Kids like looking you in the eye when they talk. It’s supposed to be comforting for them.) Aria nods, hands on her hips. She’s wearing this monstrosity of a sequined tutu that you picked up for her last week. Mina also got one, hers in blue, but she stuffed it into the depths of her toy box and has been pretending she’s lost it all week. Jungkook’s been sworn to secrecy. 
“Ya,” Aria says. She’s so tiny, barely reaches Jungkook’s waist. Still small enough for him to pick up and spin around, not that she lets him anymore. She’s an independent woman, his Aria, just like his mom. Doesn’t like to be babied anymore, but cries at the slightest scrape of her knees. Mina’s pretty much the same, albeit a little more logical. She likes nerdy things, loves building Lego sets with Jungkook, but hates when he pinches her cheeks. “We need one, ASAB.”
“ASAP,” he corrects, and then rubs his palm against his chin. “Gonna have to ask your mother about that.” At her frown, he makes sure to add, “I’ll ask too.” 
The thing is, Jungkook’s been asking for years. In bed, during car rides, even at the dentist. According to the terms of your initial agreement, you were still one pregnancy short! Which he brings up every chance he gets. But after the wild ride that was your first pregnancy — you know, the same one that gave Jungkook the awesome two-for-one deal — you’ve been a little hesitant. 
Which is totally understandable. After all, Jungkook wasn’t the one who had to carry around that big pumpkin belly, so he gets why you might not want to endure that again. 
Still. The girls have been asking. 
He brings it up that night. Attempt #2,000 probably. “Aria says you should get pregnant again.” No beating around the bush. 
You’re in bed, scrolling through your phone with a silly dragon sheet mask on your face. “Did she now,” you deadpan, flicking your gaze over to him. Jungkook loves you. You’re his sunshine, his supernova. His entire universe. But you can also be scary, like a blackhole. “Aria said she wanted me pregnant?” you repeat. He nods. “Not that she wanted a brother?”
Same difference. “Also that,” he nods, crawling up alongside you. He leans his head against your shoulder, blinks his eyes up at you in that way that makes you soften. You do, setting your phone aside to cup his cheek. “C’mon,” Jungkook mumbles softly, eyes fluttering shut as your fingers trace along his brow bone, against the piercing he got in solidarity of the twins’ recently pierced ears. “Don’t you want another one?”
You flick his forehead, and Jungkook opens his eyes back up to grin cheekily at you. “I do,” you sigh, shuffling down to lay completely beside him. On your side, face half smushed against the pillow, drowsiness clinging to your features. “But I barely get any action these days,” you frown, playful, mean, “I mean, i think my husband is in love with these two other girls.” 
He rolls himself over you, suffocating you with his weight. “Maybe those girls are nicer and cuter than you,” he plays along, leaning in, kisses you softly.
A scoff, a hand placed at the base of his throat that stops him from going any further. “Fine,” you huff as you squeeze. Jungkook’s breath catches in his throat. “But when it’s a boy and I love him more than you, it’s gonna be all. your. fault, Jungkook.”
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rmverse · a month ago
jungkook and y/n go on a camping trip. jungkook forgets to bring a sleeping bag, so they have to squeeze into y/n's sleeping bag with them ❤️‍🔥
⇢ pairing: best friend!jungkook x reader ⇢ word count: 1.1k ⇢ warnings: tent sex !!!, unprotected sex, rough, a little spanking
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The realization dawned on him after it had already gotten completely dark and you had asked him to take the sleeping bags out of the car and put them in the tent while you packed some stuff away. He nervously looks at the sleeping bag that you had packed, eyes wide as he wracks his brain in search of a memory of him packing up his as well. Nope, not a single one.
He’s kinda wide eyed as he comes up to you, your sleeping back held to his chest, almost as if protecting himself from your upcoming wrath. You glance up from your phone, glance back down and then do a double take because he’s just standing there in front of you with a nervous smile.
“Jungkook,” you say warningly, locking your phone and putting it aside. “What did you do?”
“Literally, how hard is to just read the text I sent you of the list of things you need to bring? You didn’t even have to make a list, Jungkook,” you grumble, shifting in the tight space to make yourself comfortable next to him. “You just had to read it and check.”
“I already said I’m sorry, __,” he whines, shifting alongside you as well.
You weren’t really mad, you could never be actually mad at him. You were just…a bit nervous is all. Sharing a small sleeping bag with Jungkook was not on your to do list tonight, so you definitely weren’t mentally prepared to be pressed up against your hot as fuck best friend all throughout the next two nights of your small camping trip.
“Yeah, well, sorry’s won’t do you any good now, Jeon,” you huff, turning onto your back. “You’re stuck here with me.”
He shifts onto his side because his shoulders are too wide and it would be a tight fit for the both of you to lie on your back. God, why is he so close? His breath is hitting your face and it’s making you even more heated.
“I mean,” he murmurs. “’s not that bad.” He drapes an arm across your middle because there’s honestly nowhere else to put it, that’s what he tells himself. And there’s definitely no option but to press his front into your side. There’s nothing else he can do, he says to himself once again.
You glance at him out of the corner of your eyes, and you can tell that he’s looking at you. You really can’t handle looking his way, his face would be too close, so you slip your eyes shut with a soft ‘goodnight jungkook’.
It’s hot. It’s too hot. You don’t remember falling asleep at all, sleep suddenly overtook you. But you definitely don’t remember falling asleep like this. Not with you on your side, back to Jungkook, his front pressed flush to your body, and arms holding you so close to his body that there’s actually space left in the shared sleeping bag.
You kinda can’t breathe, lungs feeling like they’re running out of air, body extremely warm and overheated. And as if he can sense you, he shifts closer, tightens his arms, holds you tighter. His face buries itself into your hair and you feel like you’re on fucking cloud nine because your senses are overwhelmed with Jeon Jungkook.
You’re wide awake, unmoving, trying to figure out what the hell you were going to do and how the well you were supposed to go back to sleep with this god of a man clinging onto you like that. Until you feel it. It’s so gentle, barely there that you almost question your sanity for a second, but then it happens again. A small kiss pressed right to the base of your neck.
“J-jungkook?” Your voice is so low, a mere whisper, unsure if you were dreaming, or perhaps he was dreaming? But it happens again, this time firmer and it shoots tingles down your spine because it’s paired with a soft sigh breathed into your neck. His arms tighten once more.
“Fuck—fuck fuck fuck! Jungkook!”
It’s strange how things escalate. Jungkook forgot his sleeping back, you shared yours, he cuddled you in the middle of the night, kissed you on the neck twice, and now he’s fucking your brains out in the middle of nowhere. Bodies bare of any clothing, sweat glistening on your skin and making everything so slippery and sloppy. But you don’t care, he’s fucking you so good that you don’t care about anything at all. Nothing but his cock hitting places so deep inside of you that you’re crying out into the stuffy air of the tent.
“Shittt baby,” he groans. He spreads your thighs farther, tattooed hand gripping your thigh so tight it kind of hurts but in the most delicious way. “Wanted to fuck you for so—fuck—for so long.”
You cry out, eyes rolling back as his hips smack harshly against yours, bodies connecting loudly and creating the lewdest noises. He’s going hard, not holding back one bit. He looks like a starved man, drenched in sweat, hair matted down. You can’t see him very clearly, but just the silhouette of his body moving on top of yours is enough to have you gushing even more.
“Harder—ngh fuck harder! Oh—”
He’s got you on your hands and knees in a split second, strong palm colliding with your ass so harshly it has you jolting forward, but he’s pulling you back once again and sliding into you with so much ease it’s embarrassing. “Fuck yeah,” you cry out, back arching even more to stick your ass out further, face pressed down into the sleeping bag. “Yes! Don’t—don’t stop! Oh god please—”
Palms planted firmly into the ground on either side of your face, you watch his tattooed hand crumple the material of the sleeping bag in his fingers tightly as he slams his hips into your ass, cock drilling into your cunt so hard and so deep you’re sobbing out a broken cry. He fucks you so good, fucks you for who knows how long, grips your hair and spanks you repeatedly. Roughs you up so good and fucks you stupid. He has your tears slipping down as you drool onto the material of your sleeping bag as he jackhammers into you, rough hand stuffing itself beneath your body to rub your clit to push you over the edge.
He’s got you lying limp and shaking by the end of it, cradling your body into his arms and maneuvering you so that you’re lying half on top of him, eyes droopy as sleepiness is quick to make its way into your system once again while you cuddle up into him. You gather as much energy to say one last thing before your eyes slip shut.
“You better not have left your sleeping bag on purpose or I’ll kick your ass, Jeon.”
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ppersonna · 7 months ago
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“ i wanna ruin our friendship. we should be lovers instead. i don't know how to say this, cause you're really my dearest friend “ - jenny, studio killers
♡ summary-  after a horrible breakup, you sign back up for tinder and ironically match with your best friend, jungkook. a date for fun is harmless, right?
♡ genre- best friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, jk is a minecraft streamer, brother namjoon, brother-in-law jimin, namjoon is kind of a himbo stay at home dad ngl, ex-boyfriend seokjin (mentioned but doesnt show up)
♡ word count- 9k
♡ warnings- mentions of a bad breakup (smh seokjin wtf??), penetrative sex, unprotected sex (u know the business folx), oral sex (m receiving), teasing, SO MUCH BODY WORSHIP, jk is a simp, slight dirty talk, lots of just talking during sex yall it happens, creampie, cum play, praise praise body worship praise, did i mention body worship, tit-fucking, cum eating, i think thats all.
♡ a/n - helloooo and thank you for your wait for this fic! i’m so happy its done and i loved writing it! it’s a little bit different feel for my usual style of writing (smut-wise) so please tell me your thoughts! i didn’t use dom/sub themes OR a daddy kink LMAOOOO praise me please. i hope you enjoy!! pls feel free to comment, chat, message, carrier pigeon, email, mail, WHATEVER U WANT, me. i love u babies. thank you to @kimtaehyunq​ for the sexy banner. and for @xjoonchildx @ladyartemesia​ @untaemedqueen​ for the writing support and idea generation. i would be nothing without my council. and thank you to my beta editors @hobi-gif and @ughseoks​ and @hongism​ for the perusal and help in writing this!
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Jungkook is the person you call when your world falls apart.
He answers, voice raspy from the late hour, and the second he asks you what’s wrong, the downpour of torrential tears you’ve been holding back finally escapes and you’re sobbing through the phone that you just lost the love of your life—that he left and with little effort on his part, and a lot on yours.
Jungkook listens to you—his heart aching deep in his chest at hearing the utter heartbreak that’s clear in your voice. You’ve never been hurt like this, and he’s desperate to hold you, to make it go away. He wants to drive over to Seokjin’s house and throw a left hook into his stupid, handsome face for making you feel you weren’t worth it.
Because if there’s anything in the world that Jungkook knows, it’s that you’re worth it. You’re worth everything. Add up all the money and all the gold in the entire world, and it still doesn’t meet a fraction of what you’re worth to him.
“Where are you?” He asks as he cradles the phone against one arm and pulls on his jeans.  
You sniffle. “Jungkook, it’s 3 am.”
“So? I was up playing Minecraft,” He lies. “Where are you?”
You can’t help but laugh the tiniest bit, a sliver of warmth wrapping itself around your raw and exposed heart. Like a balm to a flesh wound. It doesn’t heal it, not yet.
“I’m at our park.”
Jungkook smiles as he grips the phone back in his hand. The park. The place you and Jungkook spent your childhood playing make-believe games, and formative teenage years loitering around smoking clove cigarettes to look cool.
“Give me five minutes, okay?”
You nod, even though he can’t see you. 
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Jungkook arrives with two minutes to spare. His beat up Nissan that he insists is “vintage” and “priceless” idles next to you.
He can see you through the darkened glass of your car—your mascara is running down your face, tears streaked through your flawlessly applied makeup.
You still look so beautiful.
And it angers Jungkook that all that time you spent looking good for Seokjin meant nothing to him.
He motions for you to come over, pats the passenger seat next to him and smiles as he watches you open the door and slide into the security of his familiar car.
“You cleaned your car,” you murmur as you notice a severe lack of McDonald’s trash.
He sniffs haughtily. 
“The trash added character.”
Jungkook doesn’t give you a chance to respond. Instead, he’s unbuckling his seatbelt and pulling you as close to him as he can get you. The instant his arms wrap around your body, the floodgates open again and your once-quieted tears turn back into full-fledged sobs.
“I loved him,” you gasp through the pain in your throat.
He rubs your back, pats your hair gently, soothing you the way he has for years now. Through every breakup, through every family fight with your older brother Namjoon, through all the mean girls in high school. Jungkook is the north star—always consistent, always guiding you back to safety.
“I know, babe,” he sighs. “You deserve someone who’s going to treat you right, who’s not just going to give up when things get hard.”
You choke back a cry against his Patagonia hoodie and bury your face further into the crook of his neck. He smells like Old Spice and the shampoo he uses, along with the smell of laundry soap you buy for him—he uses dish soap when he runs out and nearly broke his washing machine last time.
“I thought he was the one. I’m so stupid.”
Jungkook swallows hard. Tonight is about comforting you, not about feeling sorry for himself that you’re his best friend and not his girlfriend. He can’t help but think of what kind of life he would give you. He knows it’s one that wouldn’t end with you crying in a parking lot at 3 AM.
“You’re not stupid, you just loved him. And there’s nothing stupid about loving someone, even if it doesn’t work out,” he sighs as he cradles your head against him. It feels right having you there, pressed up against him and seeking comfort from the solace of his arms.
“Let’s go get a milkshake, yeah?” He asks as you pull your head up and look at him with sad, glassy eyes.
“Yeah,” you nod after a moment of staring.
Jungkook’s eyes sparkle with love, with hope. It makes the desperate, alone feeling inside you—disappear. Jungkook presses a soft kiss to your forehead and then starts the shaky ignition of his car, that takes three cranks of the key before it turns over.
He sends you a look, a laugh evident on your face.
“Don’t even start,” he warns. “The engine is fine.”
“Whatever you say,” you snort as you wipe an errant tear from your face.  
“It’s a certified classic car! I could get millions for this baby!”
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As the weeks pass, the pain of losing Seokjin becomes further and further from your mind. You can get through the day without crying anytime you see something that reminds you of him and even start flirting with others without feeling like you’re cheating.
You just still haven’t reached the point where dating someone else even feels possible. You’re terrified of allowing someone close to you, letting them into a place where you’re inviting them to possibly hurt you. You’re not sure your heart is ready for it. 
“I think you’re just scared,” your older brother Namjoon states as he warms up a bottle of milk in boiling water. 
He cradles his new baby in one arm while the other works at the bottle of milk. 
“I’m not scared,” you huff. “I just don’t think it’s the right time.” 
Namjoon sighs and hands the gurgling newborn baby off to you and readies the bottle for you to feed your new niece, Jisoo. 
“Look, Seokjin sucks, okay? I know you two were together for some time, but in the end, he wasn’t the right one for you. There’s someone out there who is the right one for you. You know how many shit frogs I had to kiss before I got my prince?” 
You make a face as you feed Jisoo, who happily sucks and gazes at the lights above. 
“You call Jimin a prince?” 
Namjoon sighs dreamily as he watches the baby and thinks of his husband. 
“The dreamiest prince,” he breathes, eyes closed in bliss. “But back to your problems. I think you should get back out there. Go on some dates, meet some people. No one is telling you to fall in love and get married tomorrow. Just go have some fun.” 
You allow Namjoon’s words to mull through your mind. What could be the harm in joining a few dating sites, perhaps spending some time at the gym or grocery store flirting with someone cute?
“Fine,” you say. “I’ll think about it.” 
“Good. I can’t be the only one giving our parents grand-babies. Soo needs a cousin.” 
You smile down at the tiny bundle in your arms and imagine a future where you have a baby of your own. 
“Okay, I’m not trying to get knocked up, Joon.” 
“Whatever,” he sighs. “Help me choose a wall color for me and Jimin’s new master bathroom.” 
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Tinder’s changed since the last time you used it, years ago. It’s gone from any semblance of dating to strictly an app used to get laid. 
It’s discouraging swiping through all the obvious fuckboys. Sure, a quick and easy lay sounds great, but you’re also trying to go out and enjoy real, traditional dates, and it seems none of these guys want to step foot outside of a bedroom. 
The swiping left becomes almost monotonous. You’re sitting on your couch, watching some documentary about serial killers, when a startling profile pops up on your Tinder feed. 
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The picture that pops up is... Jungkook. You can’t stop the bubble of laughter that leaps from your chest. His profile is so authentically Jungkook that you’re swiping right before you even know it. 
Your brain doesn’t even comprehend what a match with Jungkook means, really. You’re still laughing as you click on the bubble to message him and send him as many laugh emojis as you can. 
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“Hey guys, what’s up, Kookie here with another Let’s Play Minecraft video for ya. Be sure to like and subscribe if you enjoy this kind of content.”
Jungkook’s headset is firmly wrapped around his head, mic next to his mouth and hands at the ready on his mouse and keyboard. He’s set and in the zone. 
The game is well into play when the familiar chime of his phone goes off. It’s a Tinder notification—he can tell by the sound. He can’t help but roll his eyes, wondering what sort of boring conversation he’s meant to have with a girl who will probably ghost him, anyway. 
He lazily lifts his phone and glances at the notification, before dropping it back to the desk. 
His hand freezes on his mouse as he finally comprehends what he just read. 
He just matched with YOU. 
His best friend. 
His secret, lifelong crush. 
He sputters something into the microphone and stops recording his game, wildly grasping for the phone and unlocking it. 
YN: 😂😂😂😂 is your bio a Minecraft pickup line?!
He pauses, attempts to collect his thoughts, before desperately typing on his screen. 
JUNGKOOK: Why? 😉😏 did it work?
You spend the rest of your night jokingly flirting with Jungkook, sending GIFs and emojis in between the silly lines you’re using on each other. 
Right before you’re about to head to sleep, Jungkook sends one last message. 
JUNGKOOK: What if we went on a date lolol. Haha jk. Unless?? 👀👀👀
Your thumbs hover over the keys to your phone. 
A date with Jungkook? Even though you matched with him, you’ve never thought of a date with your childhood best friend. 
YN: alright, it’s only fair since we matched 😝 show me how you treat these tinder ladies
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“I have a date with Jungkook tonight,” you tell your brother, Namjoon, over the phone. 
Over the crying of your newborn niece, you hear Namjoon splutter in confusion. 
“You what!?” He nearly screams. “Jeon Jungkook? Like... the annoying kid you’ve been friends with since fourth grade?”
You huff. 
“He’s not annoying! He’s my best friend. We ironically matched on Tinder and… Well, why the fuck not? Nothing serious is going to happen. We’ll go out and have a story to tell about how incompatible we are.”
Namjoon doesn’t reply. Instead, you hear him speak to his husband. 
“She’s going on a date with Jungkook,” he says over the muffle of his hand on the receiver.
There’s a shuffle, and the dulcet voice of your brother-in-law, Jimin, comes over the line. 
“Girl,” he starts. “What the fuck?”
You chuckle as you move about your closet, trying to decide what’s appropriate to wear on a date with your best friend. 
“It’s nothing!” 
“Mm-hmm,” Jimin tuts. “You know the boy is in love with you.” 
“Okay, Chim, you’ve been spending too much time cooped up with my brother. It’s affecting your grip on reality.”
“Sure, honey. I just tell it like it is. Don’t break his heart.” 
You roll your eyes. 
“I won’t break his heart because there’s nothing there, Jimin.”
“I’ll be expecting your call later.”
“Yes, dad. Love you guys.”
“We love you too, sweetheart. But really, don’t break that poor boy’s heart.”
You open your mouth to retort yet another reassurance that there’s nothing to break, but the line goes dead.
“Fucking Jimin,” you mutter as you throw your phone to the bed.
You can’t allow yourself to think that Jungkook might have feelings for you. It’s totally out of the questions. He’s your best friend. The guy who shoves Cheetos up his nose to make you laugh and falls asleep during every movie night with his face in the popcorn bowl. He’s just Jungkook. This date is just a funny way to hang out.
So, why do you care so much about what you wear?
You’re still standing in front of your closet, attempting to find something respectable to wear. It doesn’t matter that the last time Jungkook saw you; it was with mascara streaming down your face and a hoodie from Namjoon’s college swimming days and ripped leggings. Jungkook has seen you in nearly everything you wear, so your indecisiveness gives you pause.
Do you want Jungkook to be attracted to you? Do you want to do your best to look as presentable as you would for a normal date?
The thudding of your heart tells you that maybe you’re more interested in this being a date than you’re allowing yourself to believe.
You shake all thoughts off. 
No, you won’t allow yourself to overthink a night that should just be fun.
You settle for a fitted and simple summer dress, tights and heels. Simple, easy, respectable but also showing enough cleavage and sculpt of your ass to ensure you look more dressed up than not.
With one last look in the mirror, you’re ready.
JUNGKOOK: I’m outside!
ME: See you soon!
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Jungkook taps his foot anxiously as he sits on the bench outside your apartment. His tight black jeans feel like a second skin on his legs, and the black button-down shirt he’s tucked in makes him rethink his choice of outfit.
Is he too casual?
He’s never really worn something like this around you. This is what Jungkook wears when he wants to seduce. This is what every girl he’s desperately wished was you got to see. The girls who swooned over his messy hair, the way his jeans display his toned thighs, the peek of skin at his throat.
Maybe it’s too much.
Maybe he’s afraid he’ll scare you away.
Maybe he’s afraid you won’t like it.
He’s given no chance to ruminate anymore because you’re exiting the building and walking straight towards him.
He doesn’t think he remembers how to breathe.
It’s as if you walk towards him in slow motion. Angels chorus around him and the setting sun sparkles on your face like a spotlight. There’s nothing in the world anymore, nothing but you.
You’re the most beautiful human he’s ever seen in his life.
“Hi,” you smile as you approach him.
He continues to stare, eyes traveling over the soft curves of your cheeks and jaw, trailing down to the way your dress clings just right to each dip of your body. His throat goes dry.
You are without a doubt the girl of his dreams. 
It pushes him out of his reverie, eyes widening as he realizes he’s been staring at you for maybe a few minutes too long to play off as normal.
“Hey!” He coughs, attempting to right himself.
“You okay?” You ask, eyebrow lifted in concern.
“Yeah! Yup! Totally! I’m okay—a-okay, absolutely great.” He internally slaps himself.
“You clean up nice,” you smile as your eyes elevate up and down the lean form of his body.
“Oh?” He asks, taken aback. 
In his daze, he never even realized what you’re thinking about him, rather only how intensely he was thinking about you.
“This must be the Jungkook that all the girls in college couldn’t stop begging me to hook them up with.”
His cheeks flame with sudden embarrassment, hand moving to the back of his neck to rub it awkwardly. 
“Ha, yeah,” he swallows. “You look r-really nice too. I don’t think I’ve seen you in a dress since your brother’s wedding.”
The smile that he’s rewarded with nearly knocks him on his ass. “Thanks! It’s fun to dress up cute again. Jin hated this dress.”
A stab of pain eeks its way into Jungkook’s heart. Seokjin. God, how he hates that man.
“Well, uh, you can wear whatever you want with me!” He assures. 
You loop your arm around Jungkook’s, saddling up to his side as you look at him expectantly.
“Well, are we going?”
Jungkook can’t help but smile at the sparkle in your eye, the way you peer up at him with those soft, cherry lips. He wants to capture them with his own, kiss you until you don’t remember Seokjin’s name ever again.
But he resists.
“Let’s go!”
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You never thought you’d admit it to yourself. You never even thought it could happen. 
But the date is everything you’ve ever wanted, and more. 
Jungkook is still Jungkook, still just as silly and easy to talk to as he always is. 
But he’s also charming. Flirtatious, even. He holds doors open for you; he rests his hand on the small of your back as he guides you towards your table at dinner. He feeds you bites of his dessert and lets his eyes linger on the way your lips look wrapped around his fork. 
Jungkook treats you the way you’ve always wanted to be treated. Like someone he wants to cherish for the rest of your combined lives. Someone he wants to take care of, build a future with, enjoy life with.
And as much as it thrills you, it absolutely frightens you. 
It’s when you’re walking down the small river trail together that Jungkook slips his hand into yours and laces your fingers together. The once-steady beat of your heart becomes erratic. He continues chatting—as if holding your hand was a subconscious act for him. He’s knee deep in a story of his Minecraft server when you stop walking, causing him to pause. 
“What’s up?” He asks curiously. 
Your eyes glitter with anticipation, with fear, as you stare at the gorgeous man before you. He looks like a full course meal in his tight jeans and he makes you feel like a princess. You can suddenly see doing life by his side—no longer his platonic best friend, but as his lover and lifelong partner. 
You say nothing. Instead, you simply close the space between you two by grabbing the buttons of his shirt and tugging his lips onto yours. 
“Wha—oh, mmmmmm.”
Jungkook is still for a second as he battles the surprise, but jumps into action and cups your face with his hands, deepening the kiss by pushing his tongue past your lips and swirling it around your own. 
Your bodies press close together. He can feel your breasts against his chest and he desperately wants to rip the dress off your body and worship you like he’s always wanted to. 
As soon as the kiss started, it’s over. You’re pulling away with eyes wide with fear.
“I’m sorry, I—I need to go,” you stammer awkwardly.
Jungkook’s heart drops to his stomach.
“What? We were going to get ice cream?”
You can feel tears building in the corners of your eyes. You’re so confused, so unsure of what you’re feeling. You want to stay and kiss Jungkook until you’re clawing at the clothing on his body, pressing kisses to the firm column of his neck. You want to run far away, too scared to admit it to him you’re sure you could love him for the rest of his life.
You can’t lose that friendship. You can’t risk everything you love about Jungkook. He’ll only hurt you the way every boyfriend ever has.
“I don’t really feel well,” you swallow hard as you lie. Jungkook always knows when you’re lying.
His body stiffens.
“Okay, let me walk you home.”
You shake your head, already moving away from the man.
“It’s fine. We’re nearby. I’ll just run or something.”
He opens his mouth to protest, but you’ve already turned face and started running the direction away from him.
Jungkook watches, misty-eyed, as the girl of his dreams runs further and further away from him.
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You’re sobbing as you finally reach home, out of breath and confused. The phone call to Namjoon is quick.
“Yo,” he says cooly as he answers the phone. His tone changes when he hears your whimpering sobs on the other end.
“Joonie,” you whisper. “I fucked up.”
“Oh god,” Namjoon quickly shuffles and calls his husband over, before putting the phone on speaker.
“What’s happened, baby?” Jimin’s sweet voice asks.
“I—I kissed him,” you sob, holding yourself close in the comfort of the elevator. 
Namjoon and Jimin look at each other with knowing looks.
“We’re on our way over.”
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Jimin knows the first order of business is to stop the crying. He places sleeping baby Jisoo in your arms, which quiets your whimpers enough as you cling to the tiny baby. He knows your weakness is sleeping babies.
Namjoon looks on anxiously, hates seeing his little sister upset and with no way to make it better.
Jimin’s been asked to take the lead on this, because he knows his husband's response is to cry as well—he gets emotional anytime he sees her cry. Namjoon agreed, knowing Jimin was better suited for the conversation.
“Tell us what happened,” Jimin asks quietly. You’re rocking the baby gently, sobs turned to sniffles. “Did something go wrong on the date?”
Your eyes peer up at your brother-in-law’s, a wounded look that makes Jimin feel sad. Namjoon clenches beside him, and Jimin lays a hand on his lap to soothe the protective brother.
“No,” you whisper. “That’s the thing. It was an amazing date.”
Jimin watches you curiously, but remains silent to let you continue.
“We had dinner, and we played arcade games and we walked around. And he was so… fuck, he was perfect. It was like dating the guy of my dreams.”
Jimin nods knowingly.
“And it surprised you how much you liked him.”
“Yeah,” you sniffle. “At the end, he was holding my hand and just talking about normal, stupid Jungkook shit, but this time it felt like more. Like, I felt in my heart that I wanted to be the one he always talked to about it. I wanted to be the one he came home to at night.”
Jimin pats your cheek lovingly, the care for his sister-in-law clear in his gaze. 
“You don’t just like him, honey. I think you might even love him.”  
You pull baby Jisoo tighter into your grasp and nod, pathetic tears slipping down your face. 
“I just left him. Like, I ran away from him like an asshole.”
Namjoon grunts and takes a spot next to Jimin. “If he loves you, which I’m sure he does, he’ll still be waiting for you.”
Jimin nods and rests a hand on his husband's back. “But you better have one hell of an apology.”
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Jungkook doesn’t answer your phone calls. He doesn’t respond to your texts, snapchats or Instagram DM’s. He doesn’t even look at the TikToks you sent him! It’s becoming infuriating to get in touch with him.
You take matters into your own hands and storm to his apartment after work, the rising tension in your shoulders and stomach full of rocks an indicator of your anxiety about the future of this relationship.
Jungkook opens the door wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweats. All the carefully crafted words exit your mind at light 
speed and you’re left gasping, wide-eyed at the chiseled body of your best friend.
“Can I help you?” He asks, tone flat.
You push past him into the apartment you know so well. “Yeah, you could start by answering your phone.”
Jungkook rolls his eyes and closes the door, then heads back towards the large gaming setup in the living room.
“My apologies for not responding to the girl who literally ran away from me on a date.”
Your cheeks heat uncomfortably as you stand in the center of his living room, arms crossed over your chest. 
“Jungkook, listen. I’m—”
“Please,” he shakes his head as he sits down at the impressive gaming chair. “Save the apologies. I get it.”
“You don’t get it!” You say, exasperated. “You don’t get any of it! That’s why I’m here.”
Jungkook narrows a look at you then stands from his chair. Slowly, he makes his way towards you and stands inches from your face. The proximity of his bare, toned chest to your body makes your throat dry.
“No, you don’t get it.” His voice is threateningly quiet, completely different from his usual chipper tone. 
“Jungkook, I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for what?” He quirks his head sarcastically, and you’re struck by the sharp lines of his jaw. “Sorry for running away from the date? Sorry for going on a date? Sorry for making me feel like I had a fucking chance when you kissed me?”
You swallow hard and open your mouth to reply, but he cuts you off.
“I’m sorry too. For giving myself way too much hope that this could ever be something. I’m sorry for myself for thinking you’d at least respect me enough to reject me politely.”
“You always had a chance!” You can feel tears building in your eyes and Jungkook feels his heart pound in his chest like a drum.
He scoffs, a harsh and mirthless laugh. “Clearly not.”
“I just—,” you start. “I never saw you like that before and suddenly you became everything I’ve ever dreamed of. It was like getting hit by a train, Kook! Suddenly my best friend turned into the man of my dreams.”
He shakes his head, stepping back away from you.
“I really find it hard to believe you,” he whispers. “I can’t let myself hope.”
“Jungkook, please,” you beg as tears start slipping down your face. “Please believe me.”
“Just leave,” he sighs. “I hate making you cry.”
You want so badly to wrap yourself in his arms, cry into his chest like you always do when you’re hurt. But you stand still, frozen in your shame and embarrassment of hurting your best friend so badly.
“I’m sorry,” you murmur, before you spin around as quickly as you can and leave Jungkook’s apartment in a flurry.
He watches as the door slams behind you, eyes full of sadness and regret. As much as he wants to believe you, have faith in every word you said, he can’t allow himself to get his hopes up again.
He can’t watch you run away from him again.
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“Welcome back to Kookie’s Wild Weekly Walkthrough!” Jungkook cheers as enthusiastically as he can through his microphone. “The weekly segment where I react to your Minecraft worlds!”
Jungkook needed to dive back into streaming to take his mind off of you. He hasn’t left his apartment in days, only subsisting on takeout and coffee. At least he was making more money and his subscribers didn’t seem to mind the up-tick in content.
“Tonight I’ll be walking through a creation sent by,” he squints at the username. “‘Kookiesgal95’ Aww that’s cute.”  
He readies the content and starts his camera as he watches the YouTube link. His subscribers love his reaction videos—it’s a highly requested segment.
The video starts off easily, a generic Minecraft world that looks like a park.
“Hi Kook.”
The voice that reverberates through his headphones makes him pause the video quickly, wide-eyed with recognition.
It’s you. He’d know that voice from a million others. 
Shit. He’s going to have to edit so much of this clip. He’s staring at the screen as if he’s just seen a ghost.
Unsteadily, he clicks play again and watches as you lead him through your Minecraft creation.
“I wanted to recreate something for someone very special in my life.”
Jungkook doesn’t even bother to react to this anymore. This entire video is going to be worthless—there’s nothing he can say.
The video pans around the Minecraft setup and he can see what looks like handmade swings and merry go rounds.
“It took me a really long time to do this and an embarrassing amount of help from some twelve-year-olds on the internet.”
He laughs and is stunned by the wet tears rolling down his cheeks. He hadn’t realized he was crying.
“I re-created a park that is really special to my best friend and I.”
He feels his chest tighten and relax. The park. 
“This is the spot where he held me when my dog died when I was nine. I still miss that dog.”
The view is on a spot next to a blocky oak tree. Jungkook remembers that day, remembers your heartbroken sobs as he whispered words of comfort to you. He misses that dog, too. 
“This is where he and my brother got in a fight when we were eleven, because my brother called me a stupid-head. My best friend has always been protective of me, even from my own big brother.”
He can still remember pushing Namjoon around after hearing him call you names. He pushed Namjoon over and threatened to use his “big muscles” if he did it again.
The camera pans to an enormous structure, rather sloppily made, of a slide and monkey bars.
“This is where we first shared a joint in high school. I coughed a lung up and he ran down the street to a gas station at ten pm to get me a bottle of water even though I told him I was okay,”
The memory of the bewildered 7-11 employee plays through his mind. The man watched as a very stoned, very out of breath, Jungkook paid for a bottle of water in coins.
The video continues playing, moves towards what appears to be a parking lot made of cobblestone blocks.
“This is where he held me when my world fell apart.”
The break-up. The way you cried and cried and cried in his arms and he held you as if you were the only thing left on Earth. 
“This is where he reminded me I’m worthy of love, that I’m not broken. This is where he held me like I was delicate, but treated me like I was unbreakable.”
His tears don’t stop. Jungkook feels his heart thundering in his chest like a summer storm. 
He can hear your sniffles through the recording of the video—you were crying too. It pans around to the swing set.
“And this is where I’ll tell him everything, tonight. Where I’ll tell him how deeply I love him and how I want to make him the happiest guy in the world. In all of Minecraft and beyond. I hope he comes.”
Jungkook doesn’t even bother turning his camera off.
Instead, he’s running to change out of his three-day-old clothes and bolt out the door.
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The creaky, rusty metal of the swing set is deafeningly loud in the silence of your park.
It’s dark, just a few street lights around to illuminate the perimeter, but it’s otherwise only lit by the moon.
It’s getting cold. You shiver in your hoodie and kick at the dirt under your swing. 
Maybe he didn’t see the video. Maybe he wasn’t going to show.
Maybe it was too late.
You spent hours working on the Minecraft world, staying up at all hours of the night to build and craft a poor re-creation of this park. The twelve-year-olds on Reddit had been invaluable and Namjoon definitely made fun of you for your creative assistants. But it had all been worth it. 
“Fuck,” you speak out loud to no one, as you try to warm your hands in the pockets of your sweater. “It’s cold.”
“You should have brought a jacket.”
The sudden voice from behind startles you. You hop off the swing and whip around to face  down the intruder.
He looks so good. He’s wearing a thick coat and tight jeans. Your eyes take a delicious journey from head to toe.
He can’t help but preen at your blatant appreciation. He enjoys knowing you’re attracted to him, at least physically.
“You came.”
He nods and takes a nervous step towards you. He’s still far away, more than an arm's-reach away. You’re desperate to bring him closer, to pull him tight against your body and wrap yourself around him. You never want to be without his gentle touch again.
“I felt pretty compelled to come after you made all this in Minecraft for me.” He cracks a wry smile, a boy-ish grin that makes your heart flutter.
“It took me twenty-five hours and some teenagers to help.”
He laughs, a beautiful sound that warms you. “I’m sure they were ecstatic to help.”
You chew at the inside of your cheek, nervous at what he thinks about your in-game confession.
“Did you mean it?” He asks. He steps closer—one more step.
“Every word.”
His eyes are searching yours for the truth, desperately diving into the depths for validity.
“Why did you run away?” Another step.
You swallow hard, heavy tears brimming in your eyes.
“You went from being the silly best friend to being the person I could spend the rest of my life with. It all hit me. It’s always been you.”
One more step and now he’s just within your reach. If you stuck your hand out, your fingers would graze the soft puff of his coat, the delicate skin of his neck. 
“I’ve always felt that way about you. I never thought you’d feel the same.”
You smile softly, timidly. “It just took me a little while longer to realize it.”
All at once, Jungkook closes the gap and holds you gently by your cheeks. His thumbs wipe at the moisture under your eyes. 
“I promise to never make you cry again,” he whispers reverently. 
“And I promise to never run away from you again.” 
Jungkook smiles at that, cradling your face like you’re the most expensive and precious jewel. 
“Can I kiss you again?” He asks, somewhat unsure of himself. 
“I would like it if you would.”
As Jungkook presses his cold, plush lips to your own, you make a promise to yourself to never go a day without kissing him again. 
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“I can’t believe you’re in my bedroom,” Jungkook murmurs as he kisses at your face. After the park, Jungkook loaded you into his priceless Nissan and scurried home. You could hardly keep your hands off him as he drove you back to his place—reaching and caressing the spots on his body you’re dying to become familiar with. 
“I’ve been in your bedroom before,” you remind him as he tugs up the hoodie you’re wearing. 
“God, don’t be so semantic when I’m trying to fuck you,” he says before throwing the hoodie to a corner of the room. “You know what I mean.”
Jungkook kisses you again, all lips and teeth and tongue. He kisses you like you’re the last breath of air, and he’s greedy for every bit. He grips your hips, not too tight, and brings your body against his. You can feel him grow in hardness in his too tight, and it feels like bliss. 
Teasingly, you grind your hips against his, making him shudder with desire.
“I want you,” he whines as he nibbles at your lip. 
“Really? I couldn’t tell.”
He opens his eyes to level a look at you, pulling his mouth away from yours. 
“You’re such a little smartass.”
His hands become feverish on your jeans, tugging apart the button and flicking down the fly. He pushes them down quickly, and you kick them off carelessly. 
He can’t stop looking at you in your bra and panties, standing at the foot of his bed. 
“Holy shit, okay, this is happening, right? Like, this is real?” 
You smirk, pleased with Jungkook’s obvious excitement. 
“Let me prove it’s not just a dream.” 
Softly, you spin Jungkook around and push him down to sit on his bed. He complies easily, eyes wide and excited. 
“If this is a dream, would you be able to feel this?” You ask as you unbuckle  his belt and open his jeans. He doesn’t reply, simply watches you as you tug his jeans down to his thighs. 
His cock strains hard against his tight boxers, and you run a teasing finger over the obvious bulge. 
“Oh fuck,” he breathes. 
“Feels pretty real, huh?”
Your delicate hands gently tug at the waistband of his boxers and easily work them down enough to free the length of his cock. It springs out easily and your eyes widen at the impressive size. You assumed he would be at least average, but you’re looking at something definitely more. 
“Oh wow,” you whisper. “You’re fucking huge.” 
Jungkook grins. “All for you, baby.” The cockiness is palpable. 
One solid grip around him wipes the presumptuous smile off his face, replaced with a gasping, shuddering moan. 
“How about this? Not a dream?”
He struggles to find his voice, instead he’s gulping for air like a fish out of water. 
“That’s what I thought,” you whisper before settling into a position on your knees. “I’ll admit, I’ve dreamt about this too. I always felt so ashamed for dreaming about sucking my best friend's cock.”
You press soft kisses to the head of his length, teasing the sensitive areas at the tip before kissing up and down the length. 
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
His evident desire for you encourages you, and your tongue swipes at the crown of his tip and swirls around it gently. 
“Oh my god.” His eyes shutter closed and you trace the veins in his dick with your tongue. 
“This h-has to be a dreeeaaaaam,” he whines as you make an exceptionally long stripe with the flat of your tongue. 
You pull off for a moment, humming. He springs his eyes open and watches as you reach behind your back and unsnap your bra. Your breasts escape with a bounce and his eyes widen, nearly bulging out of their sockets. 
“What the fuck,” he whines. “You have the most amazing tits.”
He reaches out to grasp them and you slap them away playfully. 
“Not yet,” you smirk. “Still trying to convince you you’re not asleep.” 
He sucks in his breath and puts his hands back to the bed to steady himself, eyes never leaving yours (except to stare at the luscious curves of your body). 
Grasping your breasts in both hands, you smash them together lightly in an elaborate show of what Jungkook wants most. You lean over his body and place the throbbing thickness of his cock in between your tits, allowing him to feel just how soft and warm they are. 
“Shit!” He yelps, grabbing his sheets in a tight fist. “Are you really tit-fucking me right now?!”
Slowly, you lift your body up and down, allowing his cock to feel each stroke of your breasts. You nod at his question and continue to pump up and down. 
“Still dreaming?” 
He whines and shakes his head, already feeling so close to the edge. His cock is slick from your teasing licks and the pressure of your tits surrounding him had his mind spinning with desire. 
“Ahhh, I’m so fucking close,” he warns.
You continue, speeding up the friction and pressure of your strokes. 
“I want you to cum on me, Kook,” you whisper encouragingly. “Cum on my tits, please?”
Jungkook feels like he’s a wire about to snap, and your thick, sultry voice and incredibly perfect breasts are the snips that breaks him apart. 
“Oh, shit,” he grunts. “Gonna paint your titties white, baby.”
His moans echo around the walls of his bedroom, small gasps of pleasure and your name escaping his perfectly plump pout. 
His hot load splatters on your chest, and you stroke him through each pulse of his cock. You’re slippery with his seed now, and when you pull away from his spent length, you make a show of rubbing in his cum over your chest.
“Okay, definitely not dreaming,” he says in a daze as he watches you lift a wet finger to your mouth, popping it in to clean it off. “Who knew you were so fucking kinky?” 
His confidence grows as he catches his breath. He can’t believe he’s sitting on his bed with you on your knees, breasts covered in his load. You’re suckling the cum off your finger like it’s his cock, and he’s desperate for more.
“There are lots of things you don’t know about me,” you shrug. 
Swiftly, he grabs you gently by your bicep and pulls you close, sucking at your lips until you’re both standing. 
“I plan to find out everything.” 
Suddenly, you’re switching positions and Jungkook is pushing you down into the bed. You lay flat in the center, body relaxed and eager for your best friend.
“What are you doing?” You ask. He’s still standing at the end of the bed, watching you get comfortable. Once he’s satisfied that you’re lying exactly how you want, he settles himself by your feet.
“Worshipping you,” he says as he lifts an ankle and presses gentle kisses to your calf. “Showing you how much I adore you.” More kisses, soft and sweet. “Showing you how I plan on treating you for the rest of your life.” 
He takes his time, lavishing your legs with his mouth. He kisses and sucks at any spot, sexual or not. He mouths at the roundness of your knees, your firm hamstrings. He presses his love into the skin of your thighs, mouthing his praises with each kiss. 
He reaches the dip of your hips and he gently kisses your exposed skin as he tugs your cotton panties off you. 
“I have loved every inch of you since before I can remember,” he praises as his lips skim over the mound of your cunt. “And I don’t plan on stopping soon.” 
Your body feels like it’s on fire, as if Jungkook lights a match at every spot his lips press against. Your eyes close, and you allow Jungkook to continue his pious worship of your body. 
He teases around your folds, kissing your labia ever so gently—making you gasp. He doesn’t linger long, only kisses you enough to stir the licking flames of heat in your belly.  
He kisses at your stomach, gently nibbling and laving at the softness there. You try to hide from him, try to hide your insecurities of your body in his thorough exploration, but he moves your hands. 
“I know you don’t like this part of your body,” he murmurs. His voice is so soft, so pure and sincere. “But I do. I love everything about you.” 
His tongue swirls around your belly button, making you gasp at the ticklish sensation. 
“You’re so pretty. So perfect.” 
He continues upwards, lips now trailing to your full breasts. He takes his time there, licking and kissing and flicking at your nipples with his tongue. It feels exhilarating—Jungkook’s mouth feels like everything you want it to feel like. His tongue is warm, and he bites with just enough pressure to make your back arch off the bed into his embrace.
His hands explore, taking stock of every millimeter of skin he can find. He wants to memorize every freckle, every bump, every scar and line. Your body is his paradise, and all he can think of is you, you, you.
One hand travels down your body as he moves his lips up your neck. It snakes down your stomach and deftly slides over your soaked core. You whine as you feel his fingers part your folds and dip into the wetness.
“So wet,” he says out loud, verbalizing every tantalizing detail of your body. “So perfect.”
His lips are finally at your own and you kiss him passionately, tongue swirling around his as he slides his two fingers past your clit and into your drenched hole. You gasp against his mouth, eyes widening as he slowly scissors his fingers into you and pumps slowly. It’s almost teasing, the way he fucks his fingers in you. Slow, firm movements with his powerful hands.
“Jungkook!” You gasp. He doesn’t reply, instead he bites at your lip and tugs, then trails his hot mouth back down to your nipples. He can’t get enough of your breasts and the slightly salty taste of him still lingering.
“You feel so good,” he says as he speeds his fingers up minutely. “So tight and wet for me.”
Your hips writhe in need. He’s giving you what you need, but not enough. You need more, more. You want to feel him, all of him, spearing you open.
“Please, Kook,” you groan. “I need you.”
He laughs softly against your nipple and sucks extra hard, letting it pop out of his mouth audibly.
“And I need you, my love.”
“Fuck me, please.” You’re desperate, thighs quaking from the slow teasing. “I want you to fuck me, Jungkook.”
Chills shudder down Jungkook’s spine and he’s powerless to say no, not when you demand it so well.
“With pleasure,” he agrees. He pulls his fingers from within you and copies your move, sliding them into his mouth to suck your essence off. 
He’s never looked sexier. His eyes are dark chocolate pools of burning intensity, and you feel your breath become shaky as you watch him clean his fingers with precision.
After he’s deemed his fingers sufficiently clean, he settles himself between your legs. Easily, he lifts your hips and shoves a pillow underneath, elevating you to a more comfortable position. He grabs your legs and tosses each over his shoulders so they’re higher in the air. 
“I’m going to fuck you so good, baby,” he promises as he rubs the tip of his cock on your soppy slit. “Condom?”
You shake your head, appreciative of his question but desperate to feel him completely.
“Birth control. Regularly tested. Haven’t had sex in a while,” you blurt out. “You good?”
He nods in agreement. “Same. Well, except the birth control. But, I’d take it if they made it for men.”
“Jungkook!” You whine. Your best friend is so easily sidetracked. “Please, can you fuck me?”
He grins. “Tsk, someone is impatient.”
A low moan is rumbling in your chest as he continues to rub his thick cock at your entrance.
“I swear to god, you’re the biggest tease.”
“Oh, I’m definitely the biggest.”
Before you can react, he’s pushing past your entrance and sliding deep in your walls. Your position makes his cock feel deep, and he bottoms out and stills there, eyes closed in bliss.
“Holy shit,” he gasps. “This is absolutely the best pussy I’ve ever felt.”
You wiggle your hips as you get used to the sensation of the delicious stretch.
“Please don’t tell me how many pussies you’ve felt when you’re balls deep inside of me.”
Jungkook turns his head and kisses at your legs resting on his shoulders, lavishing them with his praise once more as he keeps his cock buried inside your tight heat.
“Yours is the only one that matters. The only pussy I’ll ever be in for the rest of my life.”
“That’s a good answer,” you smile. “Now, fuck me, lover boy.”
Jungkook winks and grips your hips with his hands. He swiftly pulls out, enamored with the way his cock is already covered in your creamy essence, then eagerly pushes back in. He sets a pace and soon the sound of skin clapping on skin echoes around the room.
“Oh god!” You’re moaning loudly, unabashedly. You’re thankful that Jungkook’s old roommate, Yoongi, moved out to live with his boyfriend Hoseok months ago. He’d definitely complain about the noise for months. “Fuck, Jungkook, you feel so good.”
Jungkook fucks into you with ferocity, speed and power gradually rising as he feels his core tighten with the coming anticipation of release.
“Mmm, you look so fucking sexy like this,” he murmurs. “Getting fucked by your best friend’s fat cock.”
He moves a hand from your hip, trails it up your body to squeeze at your breast, before he’s cupping your face once again. His hips snap against yours and he loves the way your mouth utters little squeaks and gasps with each deep thrust into you.
“God, my beautiful girl,” he groans. “Can’t wait to cum in this pussy, shit, you got me so fucking close.”
You open your mouth desperately and Jungkook easily slips his thumb in. You latch on quickly and suck, tongue swirling around the tip like you’re sucking another cock. It nearly sends him over the edge and the speed of his hips matches his desperate need for more.
“Fucking hell,” he bites back. He can feel his belly tighten, driven further and further to the edge by the constricting wetness of your cunt. 
He pulls his thumb out and moves it down to where his cock spears into you, allowing your spit to swirl with his thumb around your clit. Your core tightens around him at the added stimulation and your back arches up in ecstasy.
“I’m so c-close, Kook,” you plead, as if begging for mercy. “Please, I want to cum so bad.”
The speed of his thumb increases, and he watches as your face twists in pleasure and desperation. 
“Cum on my cock, baby, let me see you fall apart. Show me what I’ve dreamt of for so long.”
A high and wanton cry ripples out of your body as he savagely increases his speed, both his cock and thumb working overtime to drive you towards your end. The butterflies that erupt in your lower stomach make your moans louder, higher. You’re so close, closer than ever. It’s building to an incredible crescendo.
He can tell you’re close—he sees it on your face as your back arches and your fists grip his sheets.
“You look like a fucking angel, baby,” he whines as he soaks in the vision of you writhing underneath him. “I bet you cum like an angel, too. Let me see it, let me see.”
With just a few more swirls of his thumb and his deep, hard strokes, you’re soaring over the edge into a pool of nothingness. Your cunt pulsates wildly around his length, milking and stroking it with your tight walls. You throw your head back, moaning out his name at the top of his lungs, letting his neighbors know just who fucks you so well.
“Holy shit,” he gasps, hips stuttering as he fucks into your juicy hole. “That was so fucking sexy.”
You grip his forearms, holding onto him tight and encourage him to go harder. “Cum inside me, Kookie, please. I’m all yours, make me yours.”
His heart feels like it might burst in his chest. He’s always wanted you to say it to him, to hand over your love to him like he does so easily to you. It’s all so much, so overwhelming, and the feeling of your hot cunt still fluttering around him sends him reeling into his own completion. 
He spills into you, warm seed coating your walls and pooling inside your womb. He fucks himself through each throb of his cock until he’s sure he’s drained every ounce of himself into you.
Your legs slip off his shoulders easily, and he gently pulls himself out of you. He falls beside you, panting with exertion, and wraps an arm around you.
After a few silent moments of catching your breath, Jungkook pulls you in close to him until he can koala-cling to you, arms and legs both wrapped around your body.
“Mine,” he whispers as he kisses your head. “All mine.”
You return the favor, clinging to your best friend—boyfriend—like he’s your only lifeline.
“All yours.”
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“So, you’re telling me, you got together because of Minecraft?” Jimin asks, pointing a fork in your direction. It’s been months now since your grand virtual declaration of love for Jungkook. Months of bliss and romance, laughter and companionship. 
You were right all along. Jungkook is everything you’ve wanted in a man and more.
You’re sitting at your brother’s expensive dinner table, enjoying a meal with his family with your boyfriend at your side.
“Yeah, Jimin, I guess that’s what I’m saying,” you retort as you roll your eyes. “Minecraft and Tinder.”
Baby Jisoo is awake and in your brother’s arms, but she’s whining and wiggling to leave him.
“What’s wrong, Soo?” Namjoon asks with a pout on his lips. “Why don’t you want daddy anymore?”
Jimin snorts at his husband and you hold out your arms for your baby niece. “Come here, baby, I know you want auntie.”
Namjoon dutifully hands over his daughter, sulking that he’s been picked over for his sister. 
You cradle the baby in your arms, expecting her to calm once she’s there, but she continues to fuss. She’s thrusting her arms out and nearly crying, reaching towards Jungkook who’s busy chowing down on Jimin’s homemade ramen.
“I think she wants you, Kook,” you murmur. He looks at you, then to the baby, then back to you, before he wipes his hands and face clean with a napkin.
“Oh, okay,” he whispers, slowly taking the baby from your arms with your help. “Hello, ma’am.”
Namjoon and Jimin laugh. “She’s a baby, Jungkook, not an elderly woman,” your brother teases.
Jungkook doesn’t listen. He’s too busy cooing at the baby in his arms and playing with her tiny hands. Namjoon turns his attention away and looks at you.
“Guess I won’t be the only provider of grandchildren for much longer.”
You playfully glare at him and turn away to watch your boyfriend. Watching Jungkook interact with your niece makes your heart swell, your soul sing. He’d be a perfect father.
“I swear, if he teaches her how to play Minecraft, he’s banned from the household,” Jimin grumbles. “This is a No-Nerd-Zone.”
Jungkook cradles the child and rocks back and forth, singing her a soft, made-up song, before he looks over at you.
“Hey, I want one of these,” he smiles. “Can we have one?”
You lay a hand on your stomach, a soft bump not quite visible yet. It’s only been one test, the lines faintly indicating ‘positive’ on the stick. You wanted to make sure, get confirmation before you spill the beans.
“Sure, Kookie.”
He grins and leans over to kiss you, before turning his attention back to the baby. “Okay, Jisoo, now let me tell you all about the Endermen.”
Jimin groans. “Oh my god, do not give Minecraft facts to my infant!”
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