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moonchild1 · 8 hours ago
 jeon jungkook fic rec list (Ⅳ)
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here's a list of my favourite jungkook fics, please show lots of love and support to these wonderful authors and their blogs, no minors allowed ♡ feel free to recommend me some fics too I'd love to find new authors, blogs and read fics you guys are into who knows maybe I'm missing out on some great fics 😉🖤
a- angst s- smut f- fluff ❣- ultimate favourite
fuckboy training by @helenazbmrskai f s a (fuckboy au boxing au frenemies to lovers au) ❣
constant craving by @rubycoast a (unrequited love au) ❣
gold rush by @venusiangguk s (established relationship au) ❣
the art of craving by @venusiangguk f s (friends with benefits au dilf jk au) ❣
the art of waiting by @venusiangguk f s (dilf jk au friends with benefits au) ❣
the art of doubting by @venusiangguk f s a (dilf jk au friends with benefits au) ❣
the art of caring by @venusiangguk f s (dilf jk au friends with benefits au) ❣
his name by @jimlingss f a (based on the kdrama kill me heal me) ❣
ode to the nature of romance by @yeoldontknow s ❣
ghost in my bed by @yeojaa f s a (rockstar au exes to lovers au)
hotter, cooler, sweeter by @seokjinger-ale f s (established relationship) ❣
euphoria by @lovelytaes-blog f s (married couple drabbles slice of life)
tequila mockingbird by @kookdiaries f s a (acquaintances to lovers au)
tidal wave by @jjungkookislife s (coworkers to friends to lovers) ❣
tidal wave: after wave by @jjungkookislife f s 
rockstar 101 by @balenciaguks​ s (established relationship)
days to morning glory by @sketchguk​ f s a (exes to lovers au roommate au high school sweethearts) ❣
a touch of fate by @yoonia​ s a (enemies to lovers au soulmate au)
airplane, pt. 2 by @xjoonchildx​ s (crime au)
cream & sugar by @gukslut​ s (enemies to lovers au) ❣
when you’re mad by @joonscypher s (boyfriend jk) ft. Taehyung
i’m on the run with you, my sweet love by @inkofyoongi f s a (fake dating au fwb to lovers au roadtrip au)
paradise by @sunshinerainbowsbts s (stripper au neighbours to lovers au) ❣
for science by @boymeetsweevil f s a (nerd jk best friends to lovers au college au) ❣
wanted by @hobiboo1 s (love triangle) ft. Hoseok
roomie code by @bluekyun f s (roommate au)
true care by @joonsgalaxy s a (bodyguard au) ❣
fight for you by @ahundredtimesover s a (bodyguard au) ❣
scattered stars by @taegularities f s a (enemies to lovers au fantasy au soulmate au) ❣
effortlessly by @gyukult f s a (friends to lovers au school au)
better left unsaid by @jeonfiles s a (unrequited love au break up au)
begin by @taegularities f s a (strangers to friends to lovers au fantasy au fallen angel au)
morning rush by @atdawnsuga s (college au exhibitionism) ❣
the jeon twins by @krreader f a (college au twins au)
pretty boy by @angelguk f s a (drabble series jock jk best friends to lovers au) ❣
card swiped by @1kook f s a (best friends to lovers idiots to lovers au college au) ❣
blackjack by @kpopfanfictrash s (mafia au)
i don't mind by @bratkook f s a (band au strangers to lovers au rockstar jk) ❣
standing ovations and other nonsense by @vyduan​ f s a (idiots to lovers au)
the habits of a broken heart by @softykooky f a (soulmate au unrequited love au enemies to lovers au)
could've been us by @sparklingchim s (exes au single dad jk)
Popular-ish by @hansolmates f s a (friends with benefits to lovers popular jk shy oc) ❣
Cherish Me by @becomingb a
New Beginnings by @breakiebunny f s (dilf jk established relationship domestic au) ❣
Special delivery by @dearseok s (infidelity delivery boy jk) ft. Husband Taehyung
Moonlight by @kookiestarlight f s a (single dad au strangers to lovers au) ❣
hot in here by @eternally-writing s
yes sir by @peekaboongi s
mine still @sugasbabiie f s a (arranged marriage au ex boyfriend jk bride reader exes to lovers au) ❣
mutual help by @personasintro f s a (fake dating au slow burn) ❣
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bonny-kookoo · 2 days ago
Jungkook: Honesty 🔞
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,In which Jungkook is one of the most watched streamers and content creators on the web, and really bad at picking his women. Until he realizes he's been comparing them all to you.
Tags/warnings: Smut (duh but its really tame in this), protected sex, mentions of a Handjob, Blowjob, a lot of employment involving his pp if you get what I mean, bad puns and dirty jokes, reader is an emotional wreck but wbk, friends to lovers, playboy kook basically realizes what love is, angst
Want more of this? Feel free to comment (I love feedback like I love free food), request drabbles, or send in character asks! All content belonging to this AU will be tagged under Honesty!AU.
This is pretty choppy in terms of writing, meaning the parts jump a lot around when it comes to connectins. Its not as smooth as my usual works flow, and I don't really know if I was drunk writing this or not haha. It's been sitting in my drafts for so long now however, that I simply decided to post it. Who knows? Maybe you'll like it?
Sometimes you're unsure when exactly, or why you agreed on living with the redhead in the first place.
But then you look at your bank account and remember that oh right, that cherry haired demon actually pays you good money for cutting and editing his videos and streaming highlights- so you guessed that it kind of made up for the constant mental torture that he would put you under. For example, the amount of times you had to witness his obscene sex noises from his room- there was no way he was genuinely making girls exhibit those noises without involving something illegal in the process. To be fair, you were ready to call the cops twice before, but then again, you really didn't want to involve yourself into whatever he did inside that room of his. Girls seemed to be pretty worn out after emerging from that hellhole- and they were also always good for a laugh or two, whenever they would have to meet you in the mornings, eating your cereal like it was no one's business.
Which it wasn't.
You remember one moment in particular when it came to that; a girl who had probably hoped for more out of him had spotted you sitting on the kitchen counter in nothing but a sweater and underwear, eating cold pizza that had been left over from the night before- and the way she had yelled at the still barely conscious Jungkook before running out the door had been oscar-worthy of a performance. Truth be told though, it had made you feel a bit bad for her.
"You're never getting that out again." You comment from your position on the kitchen table, hot chocolate in hand as Jungkook walks into the kitchen, while the front door closes- a familiar sound to you. "Well fuck. I actually liked that shirt." You mumble, before you take a sip of your hot beverage.
"What-" He mumbles sleepily, before he notices a stain on the hem of his shirt. "Ah fuck." He curses, before slipping the shirt over his head to throw it into the laundry basket in the hallway.
"Ew no, Jungkook I don't want your cum-stains on my clothes!" You whine, running to the basket to pick up his shirt. "Jesus.." You mumble under your breath before you throw the shirt into the washing mashine, starting a quick cycle to at least get the stain out. "By the way, while you were busy getting down and dirty I sent you three videos. You know, so you can check them and post whenever." You say, walking past him back into the kitchen.
Jungkook doesn't say anything- and while you personally would guess that he doesn't because he's still barely alive at this point, he actually has a different reason not to talk. How come that you never really seem to be fazed by his antics at all? He's unsure why exactly he actually keeps you close like this anyways. You can pay your rent on your own, he can pay his own- its not like he needs to share the apartment with you anymore. But then again, he would probably need to hire a help for his own laundry and whatnot, and he hated strangers going through his shit. "Thanks." He mumbles out, retreating back into his room.
You don't think much about it.
She looks a bit like you, he realizes with a glimmer of horror as he watches the girl run her tongue over his length.
She's pretty, don't get him wrong- but he realizes with a choke of his own breath that she doesn't look like you enough. His mind corrects the facial features in his head, fabricates the image of your face looking up at him, and not hers- and he's a sudden goner, arousal shuddering through his body like it hadn't in a long long while. Jungkook really wanted to find love, everyone wanted- but he was also too lazy to put in too much effort. And then again, you weren't interested in him like this either way, so there was no use in letting himself crush on you.
He also felt like he was misusing his position of power over you.
Not in the way he does with the girl on his bed, although he'd love to move you around on his bed like this as well. Your wrists would be just as delicate in his palms, your body just as bewitching to watch as you'd writhe around underneath him in sensual ways. But that's not what his thought had been about. He basically paid you, gave you work, gave you a place to live- if he started to tell you that he had been slowly crushing on you, wouldn't you be swayed by that? Maybe you would fear loosing all of this if you would tell him no. The thought of that felt disgusting to him.
He feels an odd sense of guilt as he straps the condom over his length, lube not needed as he can see the glistening slick between her legs just fine. It feels odd this time, no matter how hard he chases his pleasure and enjoyment. It edges on it, teases him, but his thoughts can't be cleared this time. They're still muddy and unclear even after the girl had already left, leaving him in the shower where he scrubs himself clean, as if to forget the events that had just happened. It didn't matter, did it? Or maybe it mattered too much. His thoughts were all over the place, as he sits down at his desk, opening his twitter account to cancel tonight's stream.
You stare at him in distrust as he brings in the takeout bags, slipping off his shoes before he puts the white plastic bags on the kitchen table. "What?" He asks, taking off his coat before he walks back in, washing his hands at the sink while you take a look at the food he had chosen.
"Nothing." You say, as you open one of the white Styrofoam boxes, before his hand playfully slaps yours away. "And that's the issue." You say.
"What, me slapping your hand?" He asks, as you roll your eyes. "No honestly, what's the problem." He wonders, before taking all the boxes out the bags to finally eat.
"Well- nothing. You didn't have visitors for WEEKS kook, and you've been cancelling streams more often." You say. "Look, if something's up, you can always talk to me, you know that right?" You say, and he's about to thank you, until you say your next words, while stealing a spring roll from him. "I won't suck your dick though."
He almost chokes on his food at that, pressing his legs together while trying to force images of cute babydogs and kittens into his head instead of you on your knees in front of him, his length in your mouth.
"I mean, I do give a killer handjob though, so if you're THAT depressed, I could certainly you know, lend a hand." You say, casually taking another bite before cringing. "Oh wow that one was bad, please forget that one." You mumble, as Jungkook throws his back against the chair, letting his arms and head hang in defeat. "Hey whoa.." You say, now growing serious. "If it's that bad, I can move out or somethng-" You start, and he can't help himself any longer.
"I like you." He bursts out, and you stop chewing. "Like, fuck.. not like you, I'm not a schoolboy jesus fuck." He mumbles. "But like, I'm crushing on you, hard, and I don't know how to handle that. There, I said it." He finishes, looking at his food in front of him- now not so appetizing anymore.
"Okay." You simply say, as you continue eating.
"Okay?" He asks, almost offendedly so. "That's all?"
"I mean, its a crush right?" You say. "People get those all the time. It'll get better with time." You advice, before you put down your cutlery. "Or.. do you want me to move out? I can do that, you know?"
"Ah, I get it now." He says, chuckling to himself before he closes the box of food in front of him again, putting it in the microwave to maybe eat the next day before he goes into his room.
Suddenly he's not hungry anymore.
People sometimes do stupid shit to protect themselves.
While Jungkook had decided to go on a small hiatus to clear his thoughts, you had taken some time off as well, visiting your grandma further away for once. You truly enjoy your time there, full on so, but there's too much on your mind to really let yourself be immersed fully. "Boy troubles are always a nuisance, aren't they?" Your grandma says, as she places your cup of tea in front of you. "I can see that. Your mom looked like that too, years ago when she met your dad." She explains.
You rest your head on the table. "Yeah well, mom didn't fall in love with the guy that's also her boss." You mumble, as your grandma laughs, her hand gently on your head as if to help. But all it did was make you cry, as you start to feel the weight of everything crashing down. You could've had your picture-book and love-novel romantic start right then and there at the dinner table with him- but instead, you shot him down like it had been nothing, as if you didn't care about it at all. Your chances were now gone, and for good reason. "I need to pack." You simply say after a moment, getting up from the table with a lumb in your throat and guilt in your chest from being so cold to everyone around you.
You couldn't help it. All you've experienced until now had been hurt and lies. Your mom and dad had divorced even though they always said they loved each other, your first relationship ended up being a double edged sword when you found out your ex had been sleeping around like it was nothing, and your latest endeavors with men weren't much better. Loving was hard, it meant getting hurt, and you were absolutely tired of getting your heart broken over and over again.
Maybe that was why you had been so quick to shut him down.
But was that really any excuse? Couldn't you at least try? Apparently not, because at the end of it all, you've both started to drift away from each other anyways. There was no way he'd continue letting you work for him after you've returned back home. You've basically lost your job, and your best friend, both at the same time.
Double kill, you laughed inside your head.
Funny enough, you still worked even after his hiatus had ended.
He oddly enough seemed more determined than ever, trying to help around the apartment, hopelessly trying to start as much conversation with you as he possibly could. However, you saw right through him, blocking every chance at him trying to go any further than playful flirting. You knew this was irritating him a lot- but there was nothing you could do about it. It was pretty much an automatic response at this point.
And it was starting to really piss him off.
Because he knows you like him back- he knows you're just as deep in as he was mentally and emotionally, and it was starting to irritate him. Why couldn't you just give into his advances? Had he somehow never gained your trust enough to make you feel comfortable around him to the point of maybe involving yourself with him on a more intimate level? It wasn't even about sex anymore- it wasn't that at all, he'd happily only jerk off for the rest of his life if it meant that he could sleep next to you in his bed throughout the night.
He really was in deep, wasn't he?
But how could he not be? You were absolutely adorable in his sweaters, or whenever you were sleepy, or when you randomly started stress-baking at 2 am. You were so confident sometimes, while other times he could see you basically hiding away from the world- while he wanted to be able to tell you you're pretty, until you believed him you were.
He wanted to be the only opinion you genuinely cherished.
Jungkook can't seem to let things go, you thought as he asks you out yet again in the kitchen of your shared apartment- and it makes you snap for some reason, as you just do the next best thing you can think of.
And chasing each other in the rain was so goddamn cliche, you thought, as you practically escaped, fled out the apartment, instant regret filling your chest as the rain hit your head way more violently than you thought it would. But the only other alternative was staying back inside the apartment and continue to fight with Jungkook. Oh, but then again, his voice coming from behind you told you that there was no alternative anymore. Jungkook was out for blood, and he had bitten down on your flesh with no intention to let you go this time, it seemed.
"Why the fuck are you so goddamn stubborn?!" He shouts, partially due to the rain, but also because of how agitated he felt. "I'm trying, can't you see that?!" He barks out, by now absolutely spent.
"Well I didn't ask you to!" You shout back at him, before you finally start crying. "I never told you to!"
Its funny how he can spot the tears despite the rain- how he knows you're crying simply from the way your nose turns red and your eyes start to shimmer a lot more underneath the streetlight close to you. Walking towards you, he sighs out in relief as you finally meet him halfway, hugging him tightly while he holds you just as much.
As if a wall had broken down, as if you had finally given in.
"I know." He says, quieter, since he's much closer now. "You never ask for help." He continues, while you let yourself be swept away by emotions for the first time ever, violently shaking in his arms and unsure if it was the cold of simply your whole body being crumbled like an empty candy wrapper. "You never voice out your worries, or say when you've had enough. You always push your boundaries for everyone else except yourself, trust me I know that." He says. "And that's just you. That's who I want to be with." He explains. "I know you love me, and because of that I won't take a no for an answer, or any other weird explanation you may have on why this is a bad idea." He tells you. "We're not our parents, I'm not your ex. We're us, and there's no better example for that than you and me." He says, and you take another minute to take it all in, before you finally talk.
"Kook?" You mumble against his chest.
"Hm?" He answers.
"I'm cold." You say. "And wet."
And he just laughs, before he picks you up and carries you inside.
This night, finally sleeping soundly next to you.
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ressjeon · 2 days ago
masqued secrets | jjk
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pairing: best friend!jungkook x fem!reader (a bit of seokjin x reader)
rating: 18+
genre: smut, fluff, angst, masquerade!au, yacht club!au, friends to lovers?
word count: ain’t sure but it’s gonna be long 💀
warnings: explicit sexual content (duh lmao)
summary: you are given an unexpected invitation that you think will finally let you find a man to settle with for a long time run. however when the meeting ends with you no closer to figuring out his identity, you have no idea what to do or how to find him. but what if Jungkook, your dearest best friend, promises to do so because he claims he wants to ensure your happiness?
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— submission for 🕸NO-FACETOBER hosted by @bangtanbathhouse​      
⤖ 「 Day 19 」 : Mask
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sunshinerainbowsbts · a day ago
Mugs & Kisses | JJK
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Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: fluff, Barista!AU, strangers to lovers
Rating: T
Warnings: kissing, Taehyung is a bit of a rapscallion, general silliness, this fic may cause your teeth to rot - my apologies to your dentists
Word Count: 6k
Disclaimer: SFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me
Summary: Jungkook has something he'd like to tell you, but he can't find the words. So he's thought of another way.
A/N: I wrote this for ficscafe's au pairing event, using prompt fifty-two: ceo x barista ; where the barista unknowingly writes daily cute little messages on the cup of the richest person in the country. Put my own little spin on it, and set it at Christmas time because I am a sucker for holiday fluff. Unbeta'd as usual. I'd love to know what you think - my inbox is always open! 💕
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The bell chimed as the door to the coffee shop swung open. Jungkook’s head popped up above the counter where he was crouching as he cleaned, looking around frantically to see if someone had just walked in.
“Don’t worry, it’s not her,” Taehyung’s low voice droned over his shoulder.
“It’s not?” Jungkook whipped his head around to gawk at his coworker, who leaned casually on the cash register in front of him, waiting for the customer in line to put away his phone and give his order. “I mean, uh, what are you talking about?”
Taehyung rolled his eyes. “Her. You know. The woman you’ve been making eyes at for the last month or so? Always comes in on Saturdays at this time of morning, always orders a caramel macchiato to go. And you always stare at her like a lovestruck puppy the entire time.”
Jungkook felt his face heating. Was he really that obvious?
He didn’t get a chance to refute Taehyung’s words before the door chimed again, and you swept in.
It must’ve started flurrying outside, Jungkook realized, from the snowflakes that dotted your hair and face, tiny drops of white that melted away as the heat of the coffee shop slowly thawed you. You peeled off your gloves and queued up behind Taehyung’s customer. He watched as you scanned the menu that hung on the wall behind him, eyes flicking back and forth as if mulling over your options, even though you always ordered the same drink.
Jungkook thought you had the prettiest eyes he’d ever seen.
“Kook,” Taehyung’s voice broke through his reverie. “Large dark roast, with one shot of espresso, to go, for Yoongi.”
Jungkook sprang into action. “Got it.” He snatched a cup, grabbed his fine tip marker, wrote “Yoongi” on it in loopy lettering, then set about making the drink. Once finished, he stepped to the end of the counter and called out “Yoongi!” A sleepy-looking man with pink hair wandered up and took his drink with a grunt that Jungkook assumed meant “Thanks.”
When he returned to his spot by Taehyung at his register, you were already placing your order.
“Medium caramel macchiato to go, please,” you chirped, your voice the sweetest melody to Jungkook’s ears.
Taehyung asked your name and you mentioned it as Jungkook remained rooted to the spot, gazing at you softly.
“Did you get that, Kook?” Taehyung repeated your name. Jungkook blinked and nodded, reaching for a cup and his marker. He started to write, then paused, thinking hard.
A minute passed.
“Uh, are you planning on making that drink anytime soon?” Taehyung asked, smirking at his friend. “Or did you want to ogle our customer a little more?” Jungkook glanced up, relieved to see that you had wandered off to wait for your drink, well out of earshot of Taehyung’s teasing. He shot his friend a dark look, then finished what he was writing and hurried off to make your drink.
You heard your name called out a minute later and walked up to the counter where the doe-eyed barista stood. He didn’t acknowledge you, focused on cleaning his equipment, but you thanked him anyway and picked up your cup. Stopping by the door to put your gloves back on, you shifted the drink in your hands, noting in happy wonder that, below your name, there was an intricate, beautifully etched snowflake, with “Stay warm!” scrawled beside it.
A week later, an amused Jungkook watched as a pile of shopping bags on legs burst through the door of the coffee shop. It trundled up to the counter, a pair of bewitching eyes peeking over the tops of the packages.
“Hi!” your voice rang out. “Can I get a medium caramel macchiato, to go, please?” Your face appeared as you lowered the bags, gingerly juggling them as you attempted to reach for your wallet.
“Starting your holiday shopping?” Taehyung questioned as you handed him your card.
“Finishing it!” you trilled cheerfully.
“Wow, this early? It’s only the beginning of December! I’m impressed.”
You shrugged, a pleased smile crossing your lips. “I like to get an early start, beat the crowds.”
As you and Taehyung chatted, Jungkook’s hands worked swiftly, his marker flying over your cup. He half-listened to your conversation, wishing he could join in. You and Taehyung struck up an easy rapport, gabbing away while Jungkook worked on your order.
He envied the way Taehyung could talk to anyone. Jungkook sometimes found it hard to say what he was thinking, especially if he was excited. He’d get overwhelmed and the message would get mixed up, words jumbling together somewhere between his brain and his mouth.
When a beautiful woman like you got his heart racing, he’d lose his words completely.
He didn’t realize how long he was taking until Taehyung raised an eyebrow at him, silently asking what he was waiting for. Jungkook ignored him and scurried off to make your drink.
You managed to rearrange your purchases by the time your order was ready, giving yourself a free hand. As you reached for your cup, thanking the dark-haired barista who was once again occupied with wiping down his workstation, you giggled at the detailed drawing of a cute little elf, a tiny gift box in its hands with your name written across it.
“Hoseok!” Jungkook called out, pushing a tray of drinks towards the edge of the counter.
“Jin!” He slid another tray forward.
Another busy Saturday in December. Only two weeks left until Christmas. The closer the holidays got, the more hectic the little shop became, gallons of coffee flying out the door as sleep-deprived shoppers fueled themselves for more retail madness.
Normally, this made Jungkook happy, because it meant the hours ticked by faster - and he usually left with bigger tips. But today, he wasn’t particularly enjoying himself.
He tried to convince himself that it had nothing to do with the fact that you hadn’t been in this morning, for the first time in weeks. That was certainly Taehyung’s theory, which he’d told Jungkook during their break, complaining that Jungkook’s sour mood was killing his “vibe,” whatever that meant. But he wouldn’t give Taehyung the satisfaction of agreeing with him.
Jungkook was in the middle of whipping up another tray of eggnog lattes when he heard Taehyung call out your name. As he dusted nutmeg over the drinks, he risked a swift peek at the register, where you stood talking at the blue-haired man taking your order. You were the last customer in line, which meant Taehyung could catch his breath and rest for a minute, before the next crowd shuffled in and the frenzy started all over again.
Jungkook quickly handed out the lattes, then hopped over to grab a cup for your order. Spotting a sly glance leveled his way, Jungkook understood with a sinking feeling that Taehyung was going to take advantage of the lull not to relax, but to bask in his favorite pastime - torturing Jungkook.
“I’m guessing you weren’t out shopping, since you are shopping bag free today,” Taehyung mused as he leaned towards you, resting his chin in his hand. “Not to mention you don’ t look like you’ve been fighting the crowds. No one who’s been out in those throngs could come in here looking as pretty as you do.”
Jungkook frowned as his marker swirled your name over the cup.
“Oh, no, I just needed my weekly fix of macchiato,” you answered, smiling sweetly in return. “I would’ve been here earlier this morning, but I slept through my alarm.”
“Late night?” Taehyung cocked an eyebrow.
You shot him a conspiratorial wink. “Oh yeah. This project I’m finishing for work kept me up all night.”
“Hmph, how rude of it. Well, I’m glad you came in. Wouldn’t be a good Saturday without my weekly fix of you.” He grinned, lips revealing a brilliant, boxy smile, hitting you with the full dazzling Taehyung charm.
Something that sounded like a rather annoyed grunt sounded from your left, and you turned to curiously eye the shaggy-haired barista standing next to Taehyung. He must’ve felt your gaze, because he suddenly looked up. As your eyes met, he froze.
You were struck by the thought that he very much resembled a deer caught in headlights.
After a few seconds, he seemed to snap out of it and spun on his heel, rushing off to make your drink. You cocked your head, wondering what that was all about.
“Sorry about him. Overcaffeinated. Hazard of the job.” Taehyung commented dryly.
You peered at the flirty employee standing at the register. “I’m sure it is.”
Your gaze kept snapping back to the tall barista crafting your drink. You watched him work in thoughtful silence, suddenly remembering something.
“Oh, do you have comment cards?” you asked Taehyung. “I wanted to tell your bosses how much I love the little holiday illustrations on your cups! They’re so cute and festive!”
Jungkook’s ears perked up. He tried to lean towards the conversation as unobtrusively as possible.
“The… holiday illustrations?” Taehyung repeated in a puzzled tone.
“You know, the drawings? Snowflakes and elves? I really like them.” You beamed. “They even look hand drawn, like a little personal touch. It’s a nice change from the plain cups.” Catching the confusion on his face, your smile began to falter.
“I have no idea what y-“
“Here you go, miss!” Jungkook cut Taehyung off as he set your drink at the end of the counter.
You strode towards the other handsome barista. As ever, his eyes were averted, but you caught a slight nod when you thanked him. Grabbing your drink, you twirled it in your hands until you saw your name. You grinned and brandished the cup towards Taehyung.
“I think this one is my favorite!” you giggled as you displayed a little reindeer, its antlers all tangled up in Christmas lights, the caption ‘Oh deer’ hanging above its head. “Thanks, guys!”
As the door closed behind you, Taehyung scrutinized Jungkook carefully, realization slowly dawning across his face. “Ohhhhhhh,” he crowed.
“Shut up,” Jungkook growled, walking away.
“So, what will our artist-in-residence be sketching tomorrow, hmmm?” Taehyung teased Jungkook the following Friday. “Santa Claus? Christmas tree? Do you decide these things ahead of time, or do you find inspiration in the moment?”
“Don’t you have some work you should be doing right now?” Jungkook retorted as he tried to focus on the gingerbread latte he was crafting. Taehyung was crowding his workspace. “Cleaning? Restocking? Literally anything else?”
“Mmmm, nope,” Taehyung intoned. He draped himself across the counter to Jungkook’s left, not close enough to be in Jungkook’s way as he worked, but just close enough to be a major nuisance anyway. “You know what you should draw?”
Jungkook sighed, defeated. “What’s that?”
“Your phone number.”
“How… how do I draw a phone number?”
Taehyung stared at Jungkook.
Jungkook stared at Taehyung.
Taehyung sighed. “Dude. I just mean, give her your number already.”
Jungkook scowled. “Order ready for Namjoon!” He handed the drink to a tall man in glasses who flashed a dimple-laden smile. “Will you please drop it?” Taehyung had been hounding him about giving you his phone number all week.
Jungkook slipped past his friend, bolting for the stockroom in the hopes of ending the conversation. But Taehyung simply followed, undeterred.
“I don’t understand what the big deal is,” Taehyung went on as Jungkook paced the stockroom, pretending to take inventory of the cups and lids. “You like her, right? What do you have to lose?”
“I just… don’t you think that’s a little cheesy? Hey pretty lady, here’s my phone number! Call me!” Jungkook punctuated his words with finger guns, aiming at Taehyung.
“Well, yeah, if you do it like that, it’s definitely cheesy. Creepy, too.” Taehyung quipped. “Just write your number on her cup and leave it up to her. If she’s interested, she’ll call. If she’s not, she won’t. No harm done.”
“I don’t know,” Jungkook fretted. “What if she thinks it’s weird? Some random guy hitting on her? Or what if I make her uncomfortable? That’s the last thing I want!” Resigned to Taehyung’s nagging, he abandoned his inventory scheme and walked back out to the counter, knowing Taehyung would be on his heels.
“You’re overthinking this,” Taehyung declared.
“Maybe. Maybe not.” Jungkook waffled, turning to look at his friend. “I think I’d feel better about slipping her my number if we’d ever talked before. We haven’t even exchanged a simple ‘hello’.”
Taehyung and Jungkook jumped, both surprised to find you standing at the counter, smiling brightly. Neither had heard the door open while they were in the stockroom.
“We gotta get a louder bell,” Taehyung murmured.
“Is it always this quiet on a Friday?” you wondered out loud as you surveyed the nearly empty shop. Pulling off your pink knit hat, you shook the snow from the fluffy pom-pom before unraveling your matching scarf.
“You just missed the morning rush,” Taehyung told you. “The usual, to go?”
Jungkook automatically picked up a cup and reached for his marker when you shook your head.
“Actually, could I have that for here instead?” You held up a laptop case. “Need to get some work done, wanted a little change of scenery.”
Jungkook slowly lowered the cup as Taehyung grinned widely.
“Of course! We’ll be happy to have your company today.” Taehyung rang you up as Jungkook marched rotely over to the espresso machine, lost in thought. “Have a seat and we’ll bring it right out.”
You chose a table by the window where you could watch the crowds drift by. Shedding your winter gear, you sat down and started typing away as you waited.
The shop was quiet save for some tinny holiday music rattling out of a speaker overhead. But after a few minutes, you thought you detected a whispered argument, a few choice expletives being hurled back and forth in hushed tones. You chose to mind your business and kept focused on your work.
You were so in the zone that you didn’t realize someone was hovering over you until they cleared their throat. You glanced up, startled.
The handsome barista with the big eyes was staring down at you. Jungkook, that was his name. He seemed almost as spooked as you. “Sorry. I, uh, didn’t mean to scare you.” He held out a large cup on a saucer. “Here you go.”
You slid your laptop to the side to make room. He lowered the cup and mumbled a quick, “haveagoodday,” about to turn and walk away when your fingers closed around his wrist. He stopped, going completely still with shock.
“Oh, how cute!” you cooed as you inspected your drink. The foam floating on top of your macchiato had been deftly swirled into the shape of a polar bear, bundled up in a big hat and scarf. In your delight, you had reached out to grab the barista’s arm unthinkingly. Upon realizing this, you gently released him.
Peering up at him, you inquired, “Did you do this?”
Jungkook nodded, tongue feeling too thick in his mouth to speak.
“That’s so cool. Do they teach you how to make different designs when you work here?”
Jungkook shook his head. “They didn’t - they don’t teach that stuff here. I figured it out on my own.”
“You taught yourself how to make foam art?” Your eyes widened. “Wow!” You watched the little bear bob gently across the surface of your drink. “I’m jealous of your skills.”
You gazed up at Jungkook with a warm smile. His heart somersaulted in his chest.
“Th-thanks,” he stammered, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. “Um, enjoy your macchiato.”
He bustled back towards the safety of the stockroom and sat down on a pile of boxes turned into a makeshift chair. A moment later, Taehyung strolled in, hands in his pockets, expression nonchalant.
“Sooooo, how did that go?” His tone implied innocence, but Jungkook knew he’d been stretching himself over the counter as much as humanly possible, trying to listen in. But he didn’t care.
“She liked my bear. She said - she said she was jealous of my skills.” Jungkook clapped his hands over his ears, feeling to see if the tips were as hot as they felt. He scrunched his nose as he grinned at Taehyung.
“And then?”
“And then I came back here.”
“That’s it?”
Taehyung looked aghast. “Good god, the way you’re reacting, I figured you’d asked her out - or, more likely, she’d asked you out. You just talked about foam art?!”
Jungkook nodded.
“You’re hopeless, man. Hope. Less.” Taehyung drifted away, leaving Jungkook still smiling to himself.
The next time you visited the shop, Jungkook did a double take. Then a third.
Every other time he’d seen you, you were dressed casually - usually jeans and boots, though one time in late October you’d worn yoga pants and a clingy tank top, apologizing for being sweaty by explaining you’d just come from your first (and last) attempt at pilates, and he’d accidentally inhaled a noseful of espresso when you’d removed your coat to reveal your form-fitting workout clothes.
But you’d never walked through the coffee shop’s door looking the way you did on this particular Monday morning.
You wore an immaculately tailored dark green wool coat, with large black buttons running down your torso, that nipped in tightly with a shiny belt at your waist, then flared out into a ruffled hem, accentuating your hourglass curves. A black pencil skirt peeked out from underneath the coat, stopping just above your knee. Your calves were swathed in dark nylons, and as you turned to make sure the door closed behind you, Jungkook noticed a seam running along the backs of your legs. He swallowed thickly as he followed the line down to the intimidatingly tall high heels you wore that gave you an extra few inches, bringing you eye-level with him as you sauntered up to the counter and smiled.
Right at him.
From his post at his register, Taehyung whistled. “Wow,” he said, breathing your name. “You look amazing!”
You tore your gaze away from Jungkook. “Thank you, Taehyung,” you flushed, giving a little twirl at his compliment. “I’m happy to hear you say that, because I haven’t worn my power suit in a very long time, and I really needed a confidence boost today!”
“Your power suit?”
“Yeah.” Your fingers dropped to your skirt, smoothing a nearly imperceptible wrinkle as you explained. “I’m hoping to close an important negotiation today. Business deals like this always make me super nervous. But this suit is my secret weapon. It’s like a coat of armor - makes me feel like I can conquer anything. And then, you know, I had to make sure the rest of me was pulled together nicely - hair done, heels on, complete the whole look.” You grinned, posing cutely. “You think it works?”
“It definitely works.” Jungkook heard the words leave his lips before his brain alerted him that he’d said them.
Two heads swiveled in his direction.
Before Jungkook could think about running away, your phone rang.
“Ah, excuse me, I gotta take this!” You stepped away from the counter as you swiped your phone open, but not before the baristas heard you answer with your full name.
Taehyung suddenly released his grip on his register, popping upright. “Did… did she just say…” He repeated your name to Jungkook, who nodded, still sweating from his accidental utterance.
Taehyung’s fingers flew over his phone. “Whoa. I knew that I knew that name!”
Jungkook just waited, knowing from his friend’s tone of voice that he had something interesting to share.
But he was not prepared for the headline on the article on Taehyung’s screen:
Country’s Youngest Tech CEO Now Country’s Richest Tech CEO
He gaped at the photo accompanying the headline. It was you, appearing very much like you did today, hair pinned up, makeup tastefully done, and wearing the same skirt with similar nylons and heels. The top half of your suit was on display, and Jungkook had to admit - calling it your ‘secret weapon’ was no lie, because you were absolutely lethal in the fitted jacket, ready to vanquish your enemies.
The satisfied smirk on your face knocked the air from his lungs.
Once he regained the ability to breathe, Jungkook peered at Taehyung, baffled. “You read Tech Biz Weekly magazine?”
“My roommate Jimin’s cousin’s boyfriend works for her.” Taehyung informed him as Jungkook scrolled his phone, reading. “He tweeted this article the other day. She’s a big deal in software. I guess she, like, revolutionized the work from home industry with a program or something? I don’t know, I just skimmed it.” He shrugged. “But the point is, her company is crazy successful and she’s stupid rich. Like, could probably buy several islands without blinking rich.”
“But… she wears jeans?” Jungkook’s brain was completely scrambled, making it even harder than usual to find the right words to express what he was thinking. You didn’t look like a CEO, he meant to say.
“Yeah, dude,” Taehyung confirmed. “Rich people wear jeans sometimes. You expect her to dress like that all the time?” He pointed to your back. You were still on your phone, pacing in an empty corner as you spoke.
“Well, no, of course not, but… she was here on Friday and not dressed in office clothing.” You didn’t appear to work in a stuffy corporate job. “Right. Work from home technology, remember?” Taehyung shrugged again. “She probably uses her own products.”
“But she’s always alone? Shouldn’t she have bodyguards or something?”
Taehyung gave him a look. “I don’t think many people recognize her. She’s rich, she’s not Beyoncé.”
“She’s our age.” How could someone his own age be so rich and powerful?
“She’s your age, dude. I’m still your hyung, you know.” Taehyung gazed into the distance. “Oh. That means she’s younger than me. I need a minute to process.”
Jungkook attempted to reconcile everything he’d read and everything Tae was (rather blasély) telling him with everything he’d learned about you over the last few weeks. He already knew you were smart and confident. Was it really so surprising that you could be a tech savant, too? It… made sense, as much as it all could.
It just meant that you were even more out of his league than he’d thought. As if you’d ever be interested in a goofy, tongue-tied barista.
You returned to the counter, sliding your phone back into your pocket. “Sorry about that.”
“No worries,” Taehyung waved his hand. “So, medium caramel macchiato to go?” “Better make it large today,” you stated, handing him your card.
Jungkook had barely put the tip of his marker to your cup before your phone went off again. Wincing, you mouthed an apology to the two men as you grabbed your card and took the call at the same time.
You were so absorbed in your conversation, going over the final details for your big meeting, that you didn’t note how long it was taking for your drink to be made. But eventually you heard your name called over the voice of the lawyer nattering in your ear, and you flashed Jungkook a quick smile as you grabbed your drink from him and dashed out of the store.
Jungkook tried to ignore the pang of disappointment that struck when you didn’t even glance at the drawing on the cup. Ah, well. You were clearly a very busy woman.
Two days left until Christmas. The coffee shop was a madhouse, with last-minute shoppers and holiday travelers packing the lobby and keeping the staff hustling from open to close. Jungkook barely had the time to think about you.
Yet somehow he did it anyway.
He wondered how your meeting went while he was whipping up peppermint mochas and snickerdoodle lattes. Wiping down his station, he imagined your face when you saw his drawing, hoping it had made you smile. Running to the stockroom for more cups, he remembered how you’d spun in your gorgeous coat and skirt, and paused to stare unseeing at the shelves, adrift in reverie.
He knew he’d have to get over this crush eventually. But it couldn’t hurt to stand there and pretend for a few moments that you might feel the same way.
It was while he was in the back that you entered the shop, door chiming as you scanned the counter.
Taehyung stood alone. Leaned alone, to be more precise, draped as usual over his register, blissfully enjoying a rare moment of silence between the swarms of shoppers. Catching your eye, he grinned.
“If it isn’t our favorite customer,” he greeted you cheerfully. You clocked the “our” as you reached into your shoulder bag and produced an empty coffee cup, setting it in front of him.
Taehyung snatched it up, examining it curiously. “You brought your cup back? Um, we appreciate your commitment to recycling, but we don’t reuse our paper cups. They are biodegradable, though.”
You didn’t reply, but simply reached out and rotated the cup in Taehyung’s hand until he saw it.
Inscribed across the cup was a stunning sketch of a fierce-looking woman, wielding a shield, sword raised above her head. Next to her was scribbled “파이팅.” Most would assume it was an illustration of a random warrior, but you recognized the woman’s eyes right away.
They were your own.
Based on the way Taehyung glanced between the drawing and your face, he recognized them, too.
“What does this mean?” you implored, tapping the word written in Hangul.
“Paiting,” Taehyung smiled. “It’s like, good luck, or let’s go! Like someone’s encouraging you.”
“Mmm,” you hummed, staring at the cup. Taehyung handed it back to you and you held it delicately, lowering your head as you contemplated his words. He opened his mouth to ask if he could take your order, but the question died on his tongue when you gazed up at him, an intense expression on your face. “Okay. Thank you, Taehyung.”
He tilted his head, not really sure what he’d done for you. “You’re welcome?”
You smiled. “I’ll see you later,” you said, walking away. As you exited the shop, shoppers streamed past you, filling the lobby again, and Taehyung’s attention was diverted by the next wave of customers.
It wasn’t until he was lying in bed that night, drifting off to sleep, that he realized he’d never told Jungkook about your visit.
Christmas Eve morning was mercifully slow. The neighborhood businesses were already closed for the holiday, so there weren’t any employees needing their daily caffeine fix. By now, most travelers had reached their destinations, so they were no longer piling into the shop. The only steady flow of customers were the remaining last-last-minute shoppers, those who had procrastinated until there were only literal hours left to shop, and thankfully they were more of a trickle than a flood.
Yet despite the holiday and the quiet, Taehyung wasn’t surprised to see you walk through the door.
“Is he here?” you inquired by way of greeting, dusting snow from your hat.
Taehyung didn’t bother to ask you to clarify. “Yeah, he’s in the back. Let me grab him.”
Jungkook was combing through boxes, scouring for more caramel syrup, when he heard his friend’s voice call out, “Kook. You have a visitor.” He lifted his head to glance at the doorway and ask who it was, but Taehyung had vanished.
He blinked, suddenly nervous.
Taehyung was missing from his register when Jungkook emerged from the stockroom. And you were standing at the other end of the counter, bundled in your winter gear, with a cup in your hands and a soft smile on your lips.
Jungkook forced his legs to carry him to his workstation. You looked up as he approached.
“Hi Jungkook.”
His name had never sounded so sweet.
“Hi,” he responded. “Um, can I help you?”
You waved the cup around. “Did you draw this?”
Jungkook nodded.
“I didn’t notice it until I was on my way to my meeting yesterday,” you confessed, twiddling the cup in your hands. “It… it made me smile. I wanted to tell you that. And thank you.” You blushed slightly, and Jungkook felt his own face heating in response. “The meeting went so smoothly. Even though I didn’t know what you wrote, I still felt like someone was cheering me on, and it helped. A lot.”
Jungkook knew he was still standing in front of you, but he felt like he was floating towards the ceiling.
“You’re welcome,” he murmured, just barely loud enough for you to hear.
“Did you do all those other sketches? The reindeer, the elf… was that you?”
“I thought so.” You regarded him closely. “Did you draw them for all your other customers?”
He shook his head, fighting the urge to cover his ears, knowing they were burning. “No.”
“Ah.” You bit your lip, fighting a smile. “You’re not much of a talker, huh?”
Jungkook just blinked his doe eyes in alarm.
“It’s ok. I talk enough for the two of us.” You suddenly dug into your bag, searching for something. “Anyway, like I said, I wanted to thank you. This time of year can be... hard, you know? I didn’t intend to visit this place so often, honestly - I’m not much of a coffee drinker, as you can tell by my preferred order.” You grinned and Jungkook couldn’t stop himself from beaming as well. “But you and Taehyung have always been so nice, and then the little sketches… well, they made me happy. I wanted to show my appreciation, so… here.” You thrust a small package into his hands. Jungkook stared at the beautiful gold wrapping paper, the gauzy white bow, and the tiny tag that read “Jungkook” in elegant handwriting.
A gift? For him?
He automatically moved to open the package and you quickly interjected. “Wait, don’t open that now!”
He stopped, gazing at you with wide eyes. You smiled at his startled expression.
“Sorry. I just… just open that later, okay? After I leave.” You cleared your throat. “I, uh, took the liberty of breaking it in. But I don’t draw, so… you’ll see,” you blathered, fiddling with the strap of your bag.
“Okay.” He easily acquiesced to your plea and tucked the package under the counter, out of sight.
“Okay,” you repeated, nodding. “I better get going. Got a lot of miles to travel today.” You edged towards the door. “Merry Christmas, Jungkook. Please give Taehyung my wishes for a good holiday.”
He nodded, watching you walk away. He felt like he was going to burst. As your fingers gripped the door handle, he found his voice, calling out your name.
“Merry Christmas. And… thank you.”
Your smile shone brighter than all the Christmas lights strung throughout the shop.
The moment the door closed behind you, Taehyung instantaneously reappeared. Jungkook assumed this meant he’d been hanging out in the back hallway, eavesdropping on your conversation. He didn’t care. He grabbed the gift and set it on the counter.
Taehyung gestured for him to continue.
The metallic paper sparkled as Jungkook turned the gift over in his hands. It was wrapped so neatly that it almost seemed a shame to tear into it. But he didn’t think he could wait a second longer.
Peeling back the layers of ribbon and paper, he found a gorgeous, leather-bound sketchbook. Tucked inside the cover was a row of pristine pencils arranged in a perfect rainbow of colors.
On the first page of the pad was written a little note:
Talent like yours deserves a better canvas. Hope this helps.
And underneath your signature, a phone number.
“Whoa,” Taehyung marveled, plucking the sketchbook from Jungkook’s hands and inspecting the contents. “Fancy!”
Jungkook was halfway through the lobby before Taehyung looked up.
“Where are you going? You don’t have your coat!” he heard his friend yell as he opened the door and dashed out into the cold.
Falling snow made it difficult to see very far as Jungkook spun around, scanning the street. He shivered, wishing he had grabbed his jacket. But he’d been moving on instinct, his gut telling him to run out the door before he lost you.
Though he was starting to fear that he already had as he surveyed the scene around him. The boulevard was mostly bare, only a few other people out trekking through the wintry weather. Then he spotted it - that fuzzy pompom, bouncing on the top of your knit cap as you strolled away a few blocks down from the shop. Jungkook started to run, skidding slightly on the slippery pavement.
“Hey!” A voice was shouting your name. You slowed your pace, glancing over your shoulder, eyebrows shooting up as you saw Jungkook dashing towards you.
“Jungkook!” you exclaimed as he came to a halt, breath huffing into little white clouds as he panted in the chilly air. You observed his lack of outerwear with a frown. “You must be freezing!” Taking his arm, you ducked into the entryway of a closed clothing store, tugging him behind you, giving him partial protection from the snow and wind.
Huddling close to you in the doorway, Jungkook forgot his words again.
The wind whipped up, nipping at your face. Brushing your hair out of your eyes, you retreated more, leading Jungkook further out of the cold, until your back bumped the door behind you. You peeked up at him patiently, giving him time.
Eventually, he spoke. “I just… wanted to thank you. For the sketchbook. It’s amazing.” A shy smile crossed his face, eyes crinkling as he beamed, and you swore your heart skipped a beat. “No one’s ever given me a gift like that before.”
“Well, I have to be honest. I gave it to you for rather selfish reasons,” you admitted.
His deer in headlights expression returned. “You did?”
“Yeah. Because I can’t wait to see what you do with it.” You looked down at your feet, feeling slightly bashful yourself. “I’m hoping you’ll show me.”
Jungkook’s gaze flitted to your lips. He licked his own unconsciously, fighting the urge to lean in. Would it be too forward to kiss you?
You lifted your head, and something hanging above Jungkook’s head caught your eye as it swayed in the wind.
“Jungkook,” you murmured, pointing. “Mistletoe.”
His eyes followed your finger, missing the way you glanced at his mouth, watching the perfect cupid’s bow and pouty bottom lip pop open in surprise. He gawked at the little green sprig someone had strung up above the store’s entrance.
How else should he interpret the tiny plant, but as an answer to his question?
Jungkook cupped his hands over your cheeks, drawing you to him for a tender kiss.
Your eyes fell shut, lips brushing against Jungkook’s as he pulled you close. Warmth flooded from your head to your toes, driving out the winter air’s icy sting. Your fingers fisted in his apron as Jungkook hummed into the kiss, stepping forward until he was flush against you, pressing your back firmly into the door, causing you to squeak slightly.
Jungkook broke the kiss. “Sorry! I - I got carried away,” he apologized, dropping his hands from your face.
You shook your head vehemently. “No! Don’t apologize. That was really nice,” you gushed, releasing your grip, trying to iron the wrinkled material of his apron with your hands. “But you should probably get back to work before you catch a cold! I can’t believe you’re out here like this.”
Jungkook lowered his head, grinning sheepishly. “Yeah, I, uh, didn’t really think this through. I just wanted to see you. And….” he trailed off, running his fingers through his dark, messy hair.
“And?” you prompted him lightly.
“And ask if you want to get dinner with me. Maybe next Friday?” He peered at you hopefully. “I’ll bring my sketchbook.”
“To show me or to draw me?” you teased.
“Both, if you’ll let me,” he replied, without hesitation, a playful gleam in his eye.
Your face burned as you nodded your acceptance, suddenly too shy to speak.
Jungkook promised to text you before sprinting off back to work.
As the door chimed, announcing Jungkook’s arrival, Taehyung poked his head out from where he’d been standing in the back, savoring the quiet with a hot cocoa.
“Well?” he demanded.
Jungkook just smiled. He opened his gift, selected a pink pencil, and started to sketch.
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jiminrings · 3 hours ago
how long will we fall
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pairing: jungkook x reader
wordcount: 14k
glimpse: if it’s fate, it should already be set onto your skin — that’s why jungkook’s initials are already on your finger. he’s always there for you, but not only for you. if you’re his fate, he’d rather not have it.
alternatively, jungkook’s your soulmate, but he doesn’t want to be.
[ soulmate au, painful f2l, unrequited love (at first), a lot of angst, more fluff n wholesome moments, emotional constipation, yearning, jealousy, swearing, reverse cards that make u cheer, redemption arc, i swear to u that this does not hurt as much as heartburn did ]
notes: i'm back with a big fic!!! :D this was originally supposed to be named something else but i realized that the title was Too Serious and u know what,,, ten listens later as i write this, i realized that i'm obsessed with this song that i received from this ask and wow thank u so much anon <33 although the rec isn't originally for this fic, it fits perfectly and i can't thank u enough <33
There will never be another Jeon Jungkook in this world — that much you're sure of.
You're sure of it because it feels as if it's a universal truth. An irrevocable and irreversible one that you don't bother verifying because Jungkook carries his presence with finality, obvious that he carries security within himself the most.
If he were to slip away from your grasp for any reason beneath or beyond you, you’d know that he leave a vacuum in his wake. Jungkook isn’t yours for you to lose, but he is yours for you to long for.
You know this because Jungkook is the type of beauty you won't ever grow used to despite spending years, with him and around him. You're both seniors in college and yet you don't feel like it, despite being born just a couple months earlier than him (therefore older) which irks him to this day. You don't feel like it because his presence alone makes you feel like you're in elementary figuring out your heart flutters from square one.
If he were to star in a show, he’d be the mainstay character everyone fawns over. He would be the one to stay in the biggest trailer, have the most doting team, and have the brightest lights on him. If Jungkook was a star, he’d rake in all the money by himself.
If Jungkook were to to be yours, you’d never want for anything more.
“Are you seriously — don’t sleep on me!”
Jungkook’s voice is the first thing that snaps you out of your reverie, reminding you once again that you think of him even if he’s already in your presence, an endearingly-type of new low for you.
“I wasn’t sleeping on you,” you snort with a defensive cross of your arms across your chest, the prospect of rest making you yawn in suppression with your mouth closed, eyes tearing up and your nostrils flaring instead.
“Yeah but you were zoning out on me,” he sing-songs in faux irritation, twirling on his chair with an accusing point of his finger, “and that means I have two minutes left to talk to you before you fall asleep.”
The only reason you’re awake is because Jungkook practically begged to keep you up as emotional (and actual) support for the entirety of the assignments he’s been cramming.
You share a spacious dorm and yet the two of you are cooped up in his room because his mind would overload if he’s in someplace else, eyes surely gonna shake if he were to write essays on the coffee table in the living room or at the bar stool in the kitchen.
“What do you need me for now?”
It’s nice being needed.
It’s nice being needed that despite Jungkook’s initials on your ring finger that tied him to you as your soulmate, and his unawareness of it, Jungkook needs you.
The initials on one’s left ring finger develops over time. Some take mere years after their birth while others take decades. Starts off faint until they become clear red letters right on your vena amoris, inked on the skin above the vein that’s closest to your heart.
It gets fully-developed when it’s fully-realized. Having Jungkook’s bright and clear on your finger didn’t necessarily mean your initials reflect the same condition on his.
It was personal preference, really — whether or not you choose to cover up the soulmate mark or not. You’ve always chosen to cover your finger up with a ring because you didn’t want to freak your best friend ever since childhood that simply put, the two of you are soulmates.
Jungkook, just like you, chooses to wear a ring. In fact, he even wears the same one that you do because he argues that even if you’ve bought the silver signet ring first with the money you’ve saved up for years (it wasn’t cheap at all), he thought about it first.
That’s where the connection ends; only goes so far for the two of you to have matching rings to cover up your soulmate marks.
Jungkook, adamantly and stubbornly since the start, doesn’t like looking at his ring finger.
Even before there were faint outlines of ink, too vague for it to resemble your initials, eight-year old Jungkook would start having things around his particular digit, whether it’s a two-day old ring pop he leaves in the fridge or a piece of yarn that accidentally almost cuts off his blood circulation.
You remember Mrs. Jeon sheepishly explaining to curious onlookers whenever both of your families would go out for trips and that out of the two youngest members of their entourage, the handsome child with the wide eyes would have some sort of cover on his ring finger at an early age, be it an oven mitten or a headband scrunched up.
“I like not knowing who’s apparently meant for me.”
You’ve asked him multiple times throughout your life, all for Jungkook to be consistent and give you the same answer every time.
The same answer when you were kids as you repetitively flicked the tip of his ring finger with your eyes closed as instructed by him, in panic to make him feel something because he’s covered his mark with yet another ribbon too tightly, and in respect because even he himself didn’t want to see the ink.
The same answer when you were teenagers and you’re getting Christmas gifts together and Jungkook just looked too much like your ideal boyfriend with the way he’s lining up for you on the counter and is watching over all the items, pulling you closer every now and then when the prospect of losing you to the crowd gets higher with every rush.
The same answer now while you’re passing the time on his bed as he’s hunched over his desk, a harmless question included randomly into your series of sleep-induced curiosity; the question of why he doesn’t want to know about his soulmate, asked in the same breath of casualness to whether Jungkook preferred his rice better cooked with too much water or too less of it, or if he’d go home for the holidays with presents already prepared.
“Is that a kink?” you scrunch your nose at his unwavering consistency, knowing you would’ve liked it for any other situation besides this.
Jungkook breathily laughs, shrugging his shoulders carelessly as if the two of you are talking about the weather and he’s admitted that it’s been years since he’s last looked at a forecast willingly.
“I don’t wanna know, really. I still breathe without knowing who they are.”
The way he says it is easy, no underlying malice indicated in his tone at all. He says it in the way as if he’s been asked this a hundred times and his response is natural and well-lived, not once changing.
“I don’t believe in fate.”
Hurt doesn’t even explain half the pain in your chest all this time but in this light with the way you’re simply asking him why he doesn’t want a soulmate, why he doesn’t want you by extension — it’s only an ache.
It’s only an ache that pacifies on your bones instead of gnawing on them. It’s drawn-out yet dull, the pain not striking you enough to the point that you even hum at him to elaborate.
“Because what if I don’t end up loving them? What if the one I end up loving isn’t the one the universe apparently destined for me?” Jungkook goes on, lips in a slight pout. “Love doesn’t have initials.”
You sink further into his pillow, playing with your fingers yet retaining your gaze on him.
“You don’t have to love your soulmate.”
Read: you don’t have to love me.
Additionally: you don’t have to love me because having you in this platonic way atleast gives me the semblance that you love me even by a fraction, but if you love me in the same way I love you, it’d be nice.
“You say that now to make me believe in them,” he snorts, twirling a pen between his fingers with a genuinely curious gaze, “but what happens if you aren’t the one they want?”
You haven’t been doing anything and yet you still stop in your tracks, the question echoing in your mind as you repeat his query out loud.
“What happens if your soulmate doesn’t want you?”
What does happen?
You don’t die. You don’t puke flowers.
There’s no catch to it. There’s no grand consequence to having your soulmate not want you.
It makes you think once of your present situation and rethink twice of every decision you’ve ever made beforehand when your ring finger was still plain and devoid of his initials; when the only person you’ve made plans with and for isn’t just yourself, when it wasn’t him.
Jungkook doesn’t want you.
What’s supposed to happen to you?
“I need you to stop zoning out and help me make this essay!” he whines demandingly and it’s the last thing that pulls you out of your thoughts, sitting up straighter.
“If you start asking now, I can actually start helping you, y’know?”
Jungkook’s in STEM while you’re a literary major, the obvious exchange of help being convenient, yet the only difference is that when you make him answer your worksheets, you don’t wait until it’s three hours before the supposed deadline.
He’s giddy now that he’ll get to finish his last assignment due, eyes scanning back to the instructions because his attention span’s already been spent looking at his phone.
“What's love to you?"
You freeze at the abruptness but you move on just as quick as you were surprised, remembering that it’s just the guideline for an essay and not the turning point you’ve expected it to be for a split second.
“How do you want me to answer that?
You ask lightly, humorously even, as you stand up from his bed, running a hand through your hair and working the knots of out of your neck before you get to work.
“I want you to answer it in the sense that I have a paper about love due tomorrow. At 12:00 in the morning.”
“Why?” Jungkook giggles additionally, nudging you with a shit-eating grin and a playful glint on his eyes. “How would you have wanted to answer that?”
“Nothing else,” you smile faintly, scooting him to out of his seat and switch positions so he could sit on his bed while you type for him at his desk. “I’m answering it in the sense that you would be lost without me.”
“Are you sure about that?”
It’s only meant to be a tease but it hits home nonetheless. Maybe it’s because you’re in your soulmate’s room underneath his lights and you’re visible to him. Maybe it’s because your mark pulses just ever so slightly underneath your ring, irritated and itchy underneath the silver as much as you feel hurt.
“Lost without me in the sense that you’d fail your subject if I don’t help you with your essay now."
( ♡ )
Anyone who’d meet Jungkook for the first time is likely to think of three things.
He looks clean. Handsome in a way that he looks effortless even if he wears the same oversized black shirt every guy wears outside, enough to garner second glances for himself. He’s tidy in the facet that he looks like he takes care of himself but not vain, far from annoying prep kids he scoffs at.
Jungkook looks rich and is rich. His family doesn’t come from generational wealth and yet they thrive from their own holdings, learning early-on that they owned a cottage near the beach and rented it out as they moved next-door, and the next thing you know is that at present, they own multiple properties and ventured out into food business that make absolute bank.
He carries himself with the stature that he knows what he’s doing, back sometimes slouched but dignified nonetheless, the air of importance surrounding him. Jungkook was raised in comfort but he’s humble, that much you’d bet your whole life into believing. He was the type to have pocket money whenever he goes out but he spends it in the same way you do, calculating his expenses mentally as if the bills in his wallet wouldn’t pay for the video games he’d want and even have some change afterwards.
He’s aware in the sense that he doesn’t forget where he comes from, admitting to you numerous times that his family having much disposable income sometimes bothers him. Jungkook thinks there’s an itch behind his ear whenever his dad proposes to eat at a five-star restaurant for dinner; that there’s a guilty pout on his face when his mom takes the initiative to buy him new sets of clothes because his shirts look too lived-in, even if he knows to himself that his wardrobe needed a change.
He’s down-to-earth and it reminds you of the way he’d forego all of his Fisher-Price toys just to try and plead to you if he could borrow your hand-me-down stuffies from your older siblings. Mr. and Mrs. Jeon are nothing but humble in the same way that they raised their child, despite the fact that in rare times, they have the taste for the finer things in life.
Mrs. Jeon’s beyond generous during the holiday seasons and you recall her gifting your mother the expensive casserole you’d catch her looking at in adoration whenever both your families had dinners, customized to her favorite color and attached with a heartfelt letter from Jungkook’s mom. Mr. Jeon practically adores your dad and looks up to him like a younger brother would, always taking him to fishing trips just and buying two pairs of the same things so the two of them could match.
Jungkook was raised-well and if it’s even possible at this point, he gets much more endearing in your eyes.
“Why would I not walk you home? We live together, if you haven’t realized.”
He says it when he sees you in campus as he drops everything to walk you home, even if your shared apartment isn’t his destination for the time being. He goes out of his way to ensure that if you stay home while he goes about his plans, there should be food in the fridge and cupboards that you’d actually like. He’d lock the door and try to budge it open from outside, and once he’s assured enough that it remains secured, he’d go about his routine of texting you to call him if you need him.
“You can have mine. I’m full anyway.”
Jungkook says it whenever the two of you end up ordering new items from menus and you end up liking your dish, offering you his plate nonchalantly. He insists that it just tastes average for him, and if he sees you hesitating on stealing some from his portion, he’d go as far as telling you that it tastes horrible so you wouldn’t feel guilty.
“Look! My mom sent you these! I told her you liked them.”
He calls you over every time his family’s goodies for him for the month arrives at the mail, laying the package on the floor as he waits for you to unbox it with him because he knows just how much you like going through things and organizing them. Mrs. Jeon always made sure to include something specifically meant for you in Jungkook’s box — whether it’s the family-sized portion of your recent cravings or your favorite hair treatment in bulk.
“Hey, wanna go on a drive with me?”
He asks you whenever he sees you too absorbed and frustrated in your studies in conjunction with whatever work gig you have at the time, heart panging to see you struggling to take care of yourself because he knows you have the tendency to try and finish everything as fast and as good as you could, not stopping even at personal circumstances. He’d simply put your pair of house slippers on the floor for you to wear, pull you up by your armpits to urge you to come with him, and he’d just drive. Would go through a drive-thru and take off from there, not pressuring you to open up to him at whatever cost.
Jungkook can’t sense you in the same way you do, like a soulmate would, but he cares for you in the way that he can tell when you don’t feel like functioning at all and you’re shutting down; you’re shutting even him off and that’s when he knows that something’s bothering you to no end even if he can’t decipher what is it.
Whatever’s in his power, Jungkook sits next to you, lies on top of you, and does almost everything to invade your personal space whenever you shut down — just because he doesn’t want to give up on you like how you do with him.
If anyone were to meet Jungkook for the first time, they’d know he’s uniquely himself.
He cleans up extremely good as he wears a suit to the grand opening of his family’s café, a dream of her mother ever since she was a teenager that became fully-realized and he can’t be any more happier seeing his parents content.
He greets people left and right with genuine happiness to see all of them ecstatic and supportive, eagerly shaking their hands with a full smile on his face. He draws everyone in effortlessly as if he’s inertia itself, well-aware that it can’t only possibly be you that looks at him with this much reverence.
There’s a red string of pull and you feel it when Jungkook stumbles on his feet on his way to you, feeling your body being slightly tugged downwards but you pull yourself up just as quick, playing it off by pretending that there’s a speck of dirt on your shoes.
He’s been looking for you for the past five minutes because it’s his mother’s fault that she wanted two floors for their café and it’s packed immediately on opening, pointing at you eagerly as he weaves through people. “There you are!”
It’s not your first time meeting Jungkook but you feel the same three things each time, heart swelling in size in familiarity of the person who inhabits it the most.
Jungkook giddily laughs and takes his position beside you, slinging an arm around your shoulders and making conversation with your parents for the umpteenth time, your head instinctively bending to lean against him. He looks every bit the part of the person you love the most in this world, despite being unsure if you even deserve to in the first place. He looks every bit of the guy that makes you realize you can’t deal with having anyone else’s initials on your finger, the words slipping out of you naturally.
“You look like someone’s first love.”
( ♡ )
You’re flawed.
You’re flawed and you don’t need anyone to tell you so in order to give yourself a wake-up call.
You’re flawed in a way because you feel dumb being so lovestruck and devoted with little to no point of salvation. You pride yourself in not being selfish but you’d be lying if you say don’t once hope that Jungkook would look at you in the way that you do. Every now and then would you feel the urge to demand from him insistently every second of the day that he should love you. That he owes you atleast that for the years you’ve spent helplessly trying to put him first rather than your own sanity.
But it feels wrong. It is wrong.
Jungkook doesn’t owe you anything and you know that much.
He doesn’t owe you anything and you shouldn’t expect for him to pay attention to you even if you’re his designated driver for the night, celebrating the end of the stressful semester by unwinding at a club.
He doesn’t owe you an explanation when you see him not fending off the countless girls that go up to him and get their hands on whatever they could; doesn’t owe you an apology when you see him leaning down fondly to kiss someone who isn’t you — someone who isn’t his soulmate.
You would’ve been alone in your booth and the club in general (your soulmate’s out of the equation because he looks like he’s in a different realm entirely) if not for Hoseok, someone who’s perhaps your second best friend right after Jungkook.
It’s merely a coincidence that the both of you are here at the same time, him being the one to easily spot you as he weaves himself in your company seamlessly because he’s been meaning to escape all his frat brothers who annoy him more these days.
“I have something to say to you.”
Hoseok breaks into your worrisome silence, beckoning you over even if the two of you are sat right next to each other with your shoulders bumping.
“No. no. Come closer,” he insists and it makes you roll your eyes at what he could be playing at this time, indulging him by putting the side of your face right against his playfully.
Hoseok’s even more rational and realistic than you could be. In fact, he’s followed your gaze the entire night and he wonders how you haven’t grown tired. He knows about your helpless pining for your soulmate who doesn’t even want to know about you nor your existence, and all he can do is watch.
“You’re insane if you think this whole thing wouldn’t end up anything but extremely painful.”
His words are in a harsh whisper but it feels as if he’s yelled at you right to your ear, making you flinch away from his softly with a defeated pout on your face.
His words come out of nowhere but the rational part of you, the one that disappears whenever you’re vulnerable in this state longing after Jungkook, already knew that you’ve had this coming for a long time.
Hoseok doesn’t sugarcoat his words and it’s what you need almost all of the time. He’s harsh and unforgiving and it reminds you that you have a friend who isn’t Jungkook — someone who isn’t as gentle or kind; someone who grounds you rationally whenever you get too far up your head.
“Let me live, Hobi.”
“What you’re doing isn’t living, Y/N.”
He thinks for a second that he’s being too harsh but he realizes that maybe, just maybe, you need the truth no matter how cruel it could be. He figures that maybe you’d need someone to call you out instead of pitying you over what they could clearly see. “Tell me,” he murmurs, crossing his arms as he looks at you whose eyes are avoiding his gaze.
“Do you live for yourself first?” he nudges you by the shoulder, lightly tapping your ring with his finger. “Or do you live for Jungkook?”
Do you live for yourself first,
or do you live for Jungkook?
You’re dead silent and it’s the type that Hoseok doesn’t want to hear, mumbling to yourself before leaning to his neck to sniff whatever remnant he has on.
“God, what are you on?” you’re deflecting and you know it, cracking your knuckles at the process. “Let me have a hit of it.”
“I’m serious over here.”
Hoseok sees right through you and you feel like crying, recognizing the familiar solemn look on his face because like everyone else who has even the faintest idea of your situation, he pities you.
“And I’m telling you this as someone who cares for you,” he lightly swipes underneath your eyes that are welling up with tears before they even get to fall, effectively prying them out. “Let go of him while you still can.”
“How do I do that?”
You’re breathless in exhaustion but it’s not as if you’ve done anything physically strenuous to be in such a state. You haven’t done anything but it feels as if the wind is knocked out of your lungs and it doesn’t come back to you even if your sail blows.
“How do I do that if Jungkook asks me what do I want for dinner?” there’s trepidation underneath your tone and Hoseok recognizes it, the tremble in your fingers visible even if you have them clenched. “How do I do that if he holds my hand when we cross the street and shields me in crowds?”
“How do you expect me to do that when he calls my parents on weekends and tells them that he’ll always look out for me?”
You’re not scared of letting Jungkook know but rather, you’re scared of your inevitable fall. You’re not scared of the white hot pain you anticipate to feel when the moment finally comes that he says it straight to your face that he doesn’t love you; you’re scared of what happens to the two of you after and what’s left of it.
“How do you expect me to stop loving Jungkook when he acts like he loves me back?”
“He doesn’t.”
“And I know that.”
You’re flawed in the way that you’re self-aware. That you’re painfully mindful of your own emotions and multitudes. You hate that you’re as logical as you are emotional and for once, you just wish you didn’t know better.
You wish that you’re insensitive and reckless. You wish you were more cunning in the sense that you disregard Jungkook completely and stop at nothing to try and get him to look your way with a different gaze.
You wish that you’re anyone but yourself, someone who’s deserving of Jungkook.
“What do I do now, Hobi?” you lean into him because you can’t support yourself and he knows it, the weight of your heart being heavier than your head on his shoulder.
You’re flawed because you suppress a coo at the back of your throat when Jungkook stumbles over to your booth and immediately wraps his arms around you, drunken babbles leaving him as it’s a sign for you to take him home.
You’re flawed because you hear your soulmate speak as you bid goodbye to Hoseok for the night, only smiling when you hear his words. It’s a pain that doesn’t encompass you, rather, it’s a pain that’s hot enough to burn your flesh yet just warm enough to quell the pain in your bones.
“You're my best, best friend in every universe. Y’know that?” he hiccups, eyes completely glazed and rubbed raw as he looks at the side of your face while you haul him to your car. “I hope you know that.”
( ♡ )
Your door opens up before you even realize it.
Actually, Jungkook opens your door before he even realizes it.
He’s woken up in a rush with a single text from his dad that they’re coming over to visit and normally it wouldn’t bother him. Waking up abruptly in the morning isn’t a problem to him and so is making a game plan in cleaning everything up to make sure it’s spotless to his mother’s standards.
What is a problem is that when he entered the bathroom to brush his teeth without a shirt on, he sees the reflection of his hickies from the night before glaring right at him.
However, what an even bigger problem than that is when he tries to wake you up by knocking on your door with the pleads of helping him cover his marks up, it automatically opens when he twists the knob.
“Y/N, no! Why’s your door unlocked?”
His eyes widen in panic and worry, wondering why it wasn’t even locked in the first place. Better yet, has it never been locked ever since? When he leaves you alone in the apartment, do you go out of your way to unlock the main door that he secures closed on the way out?
“And why aren’t you even moving out of bed when someone’s inside your room? What if it isn’t me? What if it’s someone else who did the exact things I did?”
Jungkook’s more worried than he is mad even if his tone’s jittery, hands on his hips as his mind makes up for the whole nine yards. Seriously, does he regard your safety more than you do with your own? Leaving your door open is beyond unsafe. Were you being more forgetful these days? Does he not look over you enough?
You’re oblivious to his panicked state as you burrow yourself deeper into your sheets, eyes remaining peacefully closed because it doesn’t surprise you anymore when he suddenly inserts his presence into your vicinity.
“But it’s you,” you sleepily mumble, half-coherent with the way you hug your pillow closer. “Aren’t you the one who kept knocking at my door?”
He scoffs because you do make a point even if he refuses to admit it, but it just ticks him in a way that you regard his concern for you so lightly. “That’s different and-…”
“And now you’ve opened it yourself and invited yourself into my room.”
“Yeah and that’s okay because it’s me!” he gestures out but he forgets that you’re not even looking at him, unaware of how he looks genuinely upset and worried at the moment. “But what if it was someone else, hm?”
“Like who, an intruder?” you suggest even if you don’t know where this conversation is taking you, your careless words leaving you before you even realize because you don’t have half the realization to think about them deeper. “You’ll protect me if there is one, right?”
Jungkook freezes in his tracks and he suddenly feels no point in trying to berate you further, the stark suggestion that was only meant to be light-hearted painting him a grave image he wasn’t even trying to conjure, trying not to snowball for the worst possible scenario.
He should always be there for you, that much he knows.
“Fucking idiot, of course I would,” he huffs that you even doubt his prioritization for you and it makes you snort because you clearly hear it, turning to face the other side as you make no move in shooing him away and instead try to go back to sleeping. “But starting now, promise me you’ll lock your doors and wake up immediately when someone knocks, alright? You hear me?”
“Cross your heart on it,” he says it out of habit even if he knows you wouldn’t do it anyway, sitting on the vacant side of you bed as he tries to shake you awake. “Anyways, I need a favor from you.”
It’s never been lost on you that unlike every other time, Jungkook wouldn’t willingly come to you this early into the night without needing something from you for his own benefit. You don’t get your hopes up that perhaps this time, he comes to your bed just to hold you in warmth amongst his embrace because it’s something only a fever nap could do for you; clearly not sick enough to see that image.
“What do you need me for now?” your eyes start blinking open as you shift to look straight up at the ceiling, casting a glance on Jungkook who has a sheepish pout on his face.
“Please cover up my hickies. I’m begging you."
You don’t even flinch once and he’s nervous at how it seems like you didn’t even heard what he said, prompting to explain himself further. “Mom and Dad are visiting and they’re already on the way.”
You’re used to this.
There shouldn’t be any surprise factor to know that the time Jungkook wakes you up outside for the purpose of not making you late to your classes or to your errands, it would be for his sake. He wakes you up for the sake of himself, asking of you to cover up his hickies because he’s ever the angel to his parents and he can’t do it himself.
Jungkook wakes you up for you to see marks that link him to another woman, even if it’s just for a night, while he covers up the only marks he has of you on his finger and he doesn’t even know it, completely devoid of the only linking thing you have with him.
“Get me my makeup bag.”
He immediately knows where it is and he manages to mumble out a rushed thanks, sprinting back to where you lay. In fact, you have a separate concealer in Jungkook’s shade already that you don’t even need to turn the light on to know it’s a perfect match.
You sit up lazily and cover up his hickies like it’s routine. You see him everyday as he belongs to everyone but yourself, and the physical proof of it doesn’t hurt you as much as you expected it to be.
He lays down on your lap and neither of you talk.
You skim past the hues of pink and purple on his neck as if you were born simply to see them on your soulmate’s neck, as if you were conditioned all your life to be the one to cover up hickies on Jungkook’s skin as your sole purpose. You do the process of covering it up over and over again until you get rid of the marks that remind him he isn’t yours at all, right until he sits up to admire your handicraft.
“Woah, it’s like it wasn’t even there! This is so-“
“Now get out.”
Jungkook’s eyes widen as he gets whiplash from your hostile tone, but he probably chalks it up to you being sleepy, him interrupting your rest, and you desperately wanting to get back to it.
He’s out of your room to now clean up the entire place but your tone doesn’t leave him still, making him sigh out loud while he tries not to overthink it.
You’re just sleepy.
You’d never get mad at him.
Jungkook’s eyes blink once, twice as he resumes wiping down the counters, slower and more thoughtful this time.
You’d never get mad at him, right?
( ♡ )
The day is slow and so is the pain in your heart.
You can’t put a finger on it exactly, but being with Jungkook in any other form besides a soulmate doesn’t hurt you as much nowadays. The hurt is there but it’s never really left anyway. The vacuum in the shape of Jungkook from within you has been there for so long that the hurt you feel seems like a routine at this point.
You look for him in the way when there’s a misplaced decoration on the shelf; a single magazine missing amongst a row of books. You look for it, but you come to accept it. You don’t look for Jungkook in the way when you realize that an heirloom is missing from your possession and you tear around the whole place to seek it.
Having Jungkook away from your grasp feels as normal as you have him within yours platonically, the two weighing the same amount of harrowing.
“I have an idea,” Jungkook proposes to you over the couch when he’s shouldered dinner and it’s just yet to arrive, passing the time by being around you even if your attention isn’t on him. “What if you look at my soulmate mark?”
You’ve only been endlessly scrolling through your feed and as much as you expected Jungkook to bother your silence with one conversation or another, you didn’t think it’s be this.
Rarely does it cross your mind nowadays that you’re soulmates before you’re best friends turned roommates. In fact, not once did you wander about him today and admittedly in realization, it scares you before it relieves you.
“What for?”
“Shit and giggles, I think,” he replies with much amusement but the determination in his eyes tell you that he’s more than insistent. “Don’t tell me about it though. Don’t tell me even a single clue.”
You will yourself to look back at your phone, to ignore him as if he hasn’t said the stupidest yet simultaneously brightest proposal he’s ever given you because it’s too sudden. You’ve waited for years but now that Jungkook’s asking you to look at his mark in behalf of him, simply for shit and giggles, you worry that it’s too sudden. Too early. That the moment you’ve waited for years is too abrupt and now you’d rather wait for another lifetime for it.
“What’re you doing this for?”
You repeat the question again but you’re equally as serious the first time around, seeing his brows furrow because he feels like you’ve changed the atmosphere without him knowing.
“I suddenly got curious.”
“You don’t get curious.”
“I know, I just get easily influenced,” Jungkook sheepishly admits, scratching the back of his head because it seems to him that you’re cornering him and shutting him down for no reason at all. He doesn’t necessarily know why he feels intimidated by you, but it doesn’t mean he wouldn’t try to ease the tension by explaining himself. “Remember when I asked you to cover up my hickies last week?”
“What about it?” your eyes narrow in genuine wonder, prompting you to think just how long Jungkook’s been meaning to ask you this.
“You weren’t wearing a bra that time.”
The words tumble out of Jungkook’s mouth continuously and he only has the mind to look embarrassed by it when you sputter out loud, averting his gaze to suppress a laugh,
“Jungkook-!” your pupils dart wildly, appalled and embarrassed at the same time when you defensively cross your arms across your chest even if what he’s pertaining to has long been finished. “Of course I wasn’t wearing a bra! It was 5 AM and I was still asleep when you kept knocking on my door!”
“And I wasn’t looking!” he defends himself with a laugh, head automatically shaking as he tries to reach out to you but you only swat him away. “I just glanced once because I realized it but I didn’t look again, I swear!”
“Well sometimes, you should keep your mouth shut!” you squeak, rolling your eyes as you try to get away from his further by moving to the opposite end of the couch. “I would’ve been able to live in peace without knowing you saw my boobs through my shirt.”
“It’s normal! Just like you seeing me without a shirt! We live together, stupid. It was bound one way or another,” he argues, earning yet another frustrated groan from you.
You power through the embarrassment because you’d look like such a sore loser if you walk away from him now, hiding your face to a throw pillow as Jungkook gathers his wits while he tries to get closer to you, abandoning his spot on the other end of the couch.
“Not only weren’t you wearing a bra-”
“Watch it,” you seethe when he gets close enough for you to flick his forehead harshly, earning a whine from him in the midst of laughing as he gets choked up.
His cheeks are tinted pink and it’s clear he can’t breathe well with how much he’s entertained, clearing his throat a few times and having to look away from you because your face alone apparently sends him into a fit of giggles.
You think this is the end of it. You think Jungkook’s effectively forgotten about his previous proposal and you’d be able to end the night with a good dinner and no confrontations at all, but your expectation gets spoiled as soon as you started hoping.
“You weren’t wearing your ring too.”
Your heart drops before you even get to digest all of the words, the hurt hitting you before the impending realization.
Jungkook’s face twists in worry to see you so shaken up when he barely did anything, certain that you wouldn’t look this pale over a few minutes of teasing and banter. He tilts his head at you and it prompts you to straighten up and fix the worry in your features, good enough for him to continue.
“Don’t worry, I didn’t look. Besides, your mark was turned away from me the entire time because you were dabbing on my neck and I was getting sleepy while you did it,” he shrugs carelessly and it’s the first time you could physically feel the relief in your shoulder that melts all away the tension, the feeling so fluid that it feels warm.
“It was still dark too,” he adds in recollection, a faint smile on his face as he gestures to you and motions at your chest vaguely. “All I saw were just like… peaks and shadows.”
“Shut the fuck up, Jungkook,” you snap but there’s not real bite to it. In fact, it even sounds sweet but he doesn’t know how to read between the lines and therefore nestles to your side in rising worry.
“I’m sorryyy,” he drawls out and the moment he feels you pat his nape with your confirmation that it’s okay and doesn’t really matter in the first place, he springs up back to his straight posture against the cushions of the couch, an eager smile evident.
“Anyways, that’s why you have me wondering what’s underneath my ring,” he connects seamlessly, obviously unaware of the way you’ve tensed up beside him. “Now come on, it’s okay! Think of this as me making it up to you. You can go look.”
Jungkook turns his position on the couch to face you, his left hand raised right in front of you and he’s laughing with unknown nerves, the feeling being akin to being tickled because he anticipates it fully, but the sensation feels different every time.
Your mouth dries when you’re faced with the same signet ring that you wear yourself, right on Jungkook’s digit. The shiny silver stares back at you in the eye and you can’t take your gaze away from it, the familiar piece of jewelry looking more unrecognizable the longer you look at it.
You don’t know what you expect from it when he teasingly starts to pull his ring up without any big movements to reveal the ink that’s underneath, but as much as you don’t know what you want to see, the trepidation blooms fully in your chest for you to have the mind in stopping him.
Jungkook’s confused and shocked to why you suddenly refused, recalling that just two seconds ago, you were all for his fun little proposal but now you’re no longer on-board.
He’s familiar with the conflict in your eyes, he just doesn’t recognize what’s it supposed to be. He sees the cracks of your hurt, he just doesn’t know the focus of it,
“Why not?” he frowns, genuinely curious to see you avoiding his gaze.
“I shouldn’t be the first one to see it.”
“I trust you, though.”
It’s what hurts all the more because he trusts you to see the initials of what would lead him to his soulmate, to you, but not in looking at you face-to-face for you to become the very thing he doesn’t want.
“Maybe next time, Jungkook.”
The mood is somber and he doesn’t know what to make of it besides the fact that you worry him deeply, bending downwards to have a glance at your face. “Do you wanna talk about it?”
He looks down on his ring but now he suddenly feels off-put looking at it, obscuring his mark that makes him curious.
“Does it have to do with your own soulmate not wanting you?” he jokes around lightly to ease the mood and if only he knew that he’s hurting you right where it hurts, he would’ve shut his mouth int the first place.
You’re bitter, harshly biting the inside of your cheek to prevent yourself from crying, voice straining as you try to bring back the playful atmosphere.
“I’ll have you know, I’m easy to love, Jungkook. Try it sometime."
He giggles right to your face — laughs at your hurt, right to your vulnerability and the little pride you have left.
“Silly,” Jungkook ruffles your hair in much amusement, eyes crinkling in giddiness because you’ve bounced back from the minor inconvenience in his eyes just as quick. “I can’t love you.”
( ♡ )
Jungkook’s family has a new house.
What’s different this time is that the house they had built isn’t for business purposes to be occupied by long-time tenants nor short-term guests. The spacious three-floored house is wide in technicality but it feels quaint and warm with all the furniture and personality inside it. Most vacation houses and cottages they had built are neutral, the life of the space completely dependent on its future inhabitants. But this house of theirs is clearly their own, the evidence of the three-member family visible from floor to ceiling.
Your family’s at the top of the guest list for their housewarming and it’d be a lie to say that you don’t feel fold seeing your parents and older siblings’ reaction to the welcome that the Jeon family gives. They’re nice hosts with the way they usher their visitors to the catering tables but they’re even more warm and familial with the way they give you your plates themselves, taking you by the arm as they tour your family around their house way ahead of everyone.
Mr. Jeon gushes to your dad how they have a pond out back and invite him to accompany him next week to buy fish for their deck, Jungkook’s dad insisting that he drives the two of them and they can go for street food right after.
Jungkook takes pride in touring around your mom and your older siblings by proudly introducing them to the other visitors, all along the lines of how you’re all basically like family ever since they’ve moved in next door to your family, their humble beginnings in the form of their original house where they started from scratch.
You stand meekly by the corner, against one of the towering pillars as you watch everyone interact with each other. One thing about the Jeon family is that they’re just the type of successful no one could ever be bitter of because they’re immensely kind and genuine, not a trace of bitterness being seen in any of the faces you see.
You know the last thing you should be feeling at the moment is displacement because as far as you knew, your family’s the talk of the household right after the hosts’. You should know out of all people that you belong in this environment that’s nothing short of familial and supportive, but it’s unavoidable.
It’s unavoidable because you see exactly why Jungkook doesn’t need you.
It’s inevitable to feel out of place because in yet another house that serves as a home for Jungkook, you realize why he finds no need nor significance in having a soulmate because he has everything he needs and more.
He has everything that completes him and balances him perfectly. He stands on his own two feet and is able to be happy without knowing who the universe has assigned for him. He lives and breathes without knowing you and it’s perfectly okay.
It’s perfectly okay for him to not want you and only live for himself because he doesn’t owe you at all.
Jungkook doesn’t owe you the love that you give him and that’s perfectly okay.
Everything should be perfectly okay because he is and yet you don’t know why your eyes are downcast despite everyone else around moving on without you. No one owes you anything and you should know better than to even voice the tiniest bit of sentiments you’ve been repressing all this time because the hurt you feel should only be yours.
All the while, you’re oblivious to how you’ve gained the attention of the woman who knows Jungkook the most before you.
“It’s Jungkook, isn’t it?”
Mrs. Jeon stands before you and your eyes flit to hers in an instant, pupils trembling to see what she could possibly mean.
You think you could salvage the pitiful situation she’s caught you in because of course, there’s no possible way that she could know, right? Even your own family doesn’t know of the initials that are inked on your finger and they’re your own flesh and blood. If anything, they should be the one who’d figure it out first.
The lie you were supposed to tell her gets caught in your throat because from her gaze alone, the same gaze you receive when Hoseok speaks you the truths you always try and make excuses for, you know that she knows.
Mrs. Jeon sees right through you before Jungkook and the realization crosses her face that the two of you only stand parallel.
“I’m sorry,” she apologizes, the dots connecting in her head much faster even if it’s years worth of all her intuitions, the gravity of it only hitting her now. “I’m so, so sorry.”
“There’s nothing to be sorry for.”
You quickly shake your head even if she holds your hands in hers, her eyes wide and glassy to see her son’s soulmate in this light. She’s always treated you as a daughter and at first, she thought it’s because she only has a son. That maybe it’s because Jungkook’s an only child and she’s always wanted a daughter figure in her life. That maybe, she just happens to love you more than any of the daughters her friends have because she’s known you the longest.
She feels so remorseful that she should’ve listened to her instincts more and not just glaze over the fact that perhaps, you were her son’s soulmate. She feels that maybe she could’ve protected you better by saying that sooner or later, Jungkook would outgrow his phase of sleeping around.
She’s not blind to see the makeup that covers her son’s neck whenever she comes over, no matter how seamless it is. However, she’s blind enough to not see that it’s you all this time and how you’ve been hurting far longer than you should’ve.
“But what about you? What happens to you?”
“I’ll be okay, mom.”
She told you to call her that, much like how your mother insisted that Jungkook calls her that too. You reassure her endlessly that she shouldn’t feel sorry at all because it’s no one’s fault, and if it’s anyone whose blame should befall on, it should be you.
“Why did it have to be you?” her lip blubbers and it reminds you of her son, seeing her clench her eyes at the second wave of realization that you must be so hurt beyond salvation. “Oh god, I’m so sorry, Y/N.”
You don’t deserve the apology but hearing it makes you awed, your own tears welling at your eyes because for once, even if it’s the person you’ve least expected to say it to you, you feel seen. You feel remorse and pity without being looked down on; something you haven’t been able to experience in a long time.
“You deserve someone better than Jungkook.”
She looks up as if it would resolve anything. Mrs. Jeon looks like she’s begging for the universe to befall and it catches you off-guard with how she’s hugging you so tightly.
If she prayed to the universe for a short second, then the universe must’ve loved her enough to grant whatever it is that she wished for. The universe doesn’t befall on you but rather, it marches up to you with a furrow in his brow and his jaw clenched.
“What do you mean better than me?”
Jungkook didn’t mean to eavesdrop in the first place but he couldn’t hold himself back from inserting himself into the conversation that two of the most important women in his life were having, thinking it would be something he’s familiar with given the way the two of you looked shellshocked at each other.
“What are you talking about?”
He harshly whispers and neither of you meet his desperate gaze, not one bit of reassurance trying to confirm nor deny what he had just heard. He looks at his mother clutching your hands, thumb particularly rubbing your signet ring like how she would with a wound to soothe.
The realization and the heaviness that come with it are unlike no other.
“In my room now.”
Jungkook seethes as he doesn’t wait for an answer, pulling you desperately upstairs. He’s fuming even if his grasp on your wrist is gentle. He’s furious at you even if he nudges you inside his room, closing the door behind him firmer than he’d ever think of.
“You are so fucking evil.”
What you could only see at the surface is that he’s mad, the maddest you’ve ever seen him. You don’t know if he’s mad at you directly but you feel the bite of his words nonetheless, catching you in surprise that you stutter.
His expression can’t be gauged and neither can he discern what he feels. All he feels is that he’s in the dark and he’s disoriented with how blinding the light is that’s focused on him now, voice turning hoarse with how overwhelmed he feels.
“How long have you known? How long were you lying to me, huh?” he has his hands on his hips, looking at you as if he’s never seen you before and all he knows is that he’s angry at you. It feels like he doesn’t know you besides the outline of you that blindsides him. “How many people know that it’s me? How did it happen that my mother knew that I’m your soulmate before I did?”
You’re mad at him too. You’re angry at him because he speaks down to you in the way as if he doesn’t know you and all you’ve done to him is hurt him when not once did you betray him to be treated hostile as such. All you’ve done is give and it feels like Jungkook’s asking you to give him the satisfaction of being angry at you, one that he feels entitled to.
“I didn’t let you know because you didn’t want to. You’ve said it yourself a hundred times!”
“How would I have known that my fucking soulmate was standing in front of me the whole time?” he raises his voice, eyes widening. “Almost my whole life, Y/N! You knew and you didn’t even question my beliefs once?”
“And I know you don’t love me for almost as long as my whole life too. Even if I told you, it wouldn’t have made a difference. You wanted to be free and I let you!”
He scoffs, throwing his head back to mock you. He’s never the one to cry when arguing but the frustration wells up in his eyes because it all feels too much.
“So now you’re holding your heroic act against me? You already know how I feel about soulmates. You already know what I don’t feel about you! You could’ve just left and I would’ve understood!”
“No, Jungkook. You wouldn’t have understood,” your finger points at him and you don’t feel the slightest bit of remorse that you’ve offended him. “You wouldn’t have understood because not once were you in my shoes. I didn’t leave you because you didn’t want me to leave!”
Jungkook would make you cross your heart multiple times for you to never leave him. You were older than him by a few months and at one point, Jungkook must’ve looked up to you. He would’ve made you cross your heart to not leave him in the playground as kids and to not leave him to eat alone at lunch as students. He made you cross your heart to not leave him for longer than necessary as roommates, and cross your heart to lock your doors so he’d be able to sleep securely at night that nothing and nobody can harm you.
“You’re right, I wouldn’t have wanted you to leave,” he grits his teeth, looking at you menacingly with stray tears on his cheeks. “But when I said that, I meant that in the sense that you shouldn’t ever leave your best friend.”
“You could’ve left me as a soulmate and I would be okay, Y/N,” Jungkook emphasizes and it’s not lost on you what he’s asking from you now. “But you’re still here! You’re still around me and it’s like you’re expecting me to love you back!”
You’re flawed but you know better than to let Jungkook construct his own truths that the both of you know are lies, persistently shaking your head as your eyes prick in frustration.
“I would never force you to love me back and you know it, Jungkook.”
You mean it with every fiber in your being because it’s tattooed into your mind that he doesn’t owe you anything at all. You love Jungkook simply because you do and you don’t expect it to be requited.
You mean it genuinely when you say that not once have you ever pressured him to love you back but it falls on deaf ears because he goes on, no matter how much you try to get it through his mind.
“I don't have to love you. Goddamn it Y/N, atleast give me a choice here. Don't just chain me to you!"
You resist the urge to grip at your hair as you cry, sobbing frustratedly. His words no longer hurt but what instead hurts you is that he makes you out for someone who isn’t you, the little pride you have left forcing you to stand up for yourself and become rational. “Hey, hey. Listen. Two people can be soulmates and not be in love with each other, y'know? That's possible."
“It’s not-“
“I’m already in love with you, Jungkook! That's the problem!”
You burst as you raise your voice and the little moment of calm gets washed away because Jungkook retaliates even louder, his chest heaving as he points at himself.
“I’m the problem now? You've been begging me all this time to love you back, and now I’m the problem?"
“You're not getting my point, Jungkook!"
“I’m really not getting your point here because you're making it sound like it's my fault that you love me!"
You try to breathe deeply, running your hands through your hair as the words slip out of you. “Maybe it's your fault, have you ever thought about that? You act as if you love me-"
“What the fuck? I’m kind, Y/N. Being kind is different from-"
“Best friends don’t-“
The words get lost on your tongue.
You stop yourself and it’s as if one seed of clarity plants itself in your mind, the sudden silence making Jungkook cease the heaving of his chest as none of you speak a word.
You’re flawed but this is the only time you feel that it’s fine to be as such, figuring that if you want to salvage the tiny bit of whatever compassion you have for yourself, you should no longer try. The tensions melts away from your shoulders and Jungkook feels the way the atmosphere once again changes before he knows it, wide eyes trying to gauge what exactly is happening.
“I’ll stop — cross my heart.”
( ♡ )
Jungkook doesn’t want to lose you.
It’s your university’s semestral break for the holidays and throughout the entire time, you haven’t contacted him.
You don’t contact him even when it’s the day before Christmas and there’s two minutes left on the clock before it’s the 25th.
The two of you are apart this time. You’re in your childhood home while his family stays over in their new vacation house. His parents miss your family beyond measure but they’d overheard your fight and decides that maybe having a different celebration this year, one that’s only the three of them even if it’s not as boisterous and fun being with your household, is for the better.
The wound’s still fresh. The sting’s still there and it’s barely healing.
That’s why Jungkook sends you a quick series of texts before his family feasts without you.
i’m sorry for the things i’ve said, i was really rude
i don’t want to lose you
happy holidays btw, we miss you
see you after break :)
( ♡ )
It’s like it never happened.
It’s like Jungkook didn’t cry himself to sleep and feel extremely lethargic because as soon break was over and the two of you are back into your shared apartment, you act normal.
You act as if nothing changed and it drives him out of his mind for you to be so casual despite everything because it’s like this time, he’s the only who’s affected by the entire situation that’s unfolded. The two of you’ve already exchanged apologies and reassurances that you’d move on collectively but now that he thinks about it, Jungkook never should’ve agreed to move on.
He never should’ve agreed to move on because out of the two of you, you’re the only one who isn’t on a standstill.
He’s distraught that even if it’s the same scenario and scenery before the two of you even blew over, you move on from him faster than he thought you could. Jungkook almost cried himself to sleep when you weren’t home by 9 PM from your classes and you looked genuinely confused to see him pacing by the kitchen, waiting for you to come home.
He feels like he’s losing it by the minute when you wake up by yourself and not without his incessant knocking that you’d be late for class if you stay in bed for a minute longer.
His heart feels like it’s about to break down when you don’t call him over to say hi whenever your parents call you, only getting to hear your conversations through the door as he suddenly feels that he’s excluded from all the things he shares with you.
He reminds himself that he wanted this. He reminds himself that he said he wanted you to leave during his family’s housewarming party, that he then retracts his statement and said he didn’t want to lose you over the holidays, and that all throughout the years he’s been with you — he’s never wanted you.
Jungkook reminds himself that he’s still with you.
He’s still with you, that much he knows.
He just isn’t sure if you’re still with him.
( ♡ )
Jungkook didn’t expect for this to hurt so bad.
He didn’t expect to be so lost into his thoughts that he couldn’t sleep in his room and marches right outside the living room wearing a new pair of socks that he didn’t expect to be this slippery, not registering into his mind that he’s done household chores the whole day to keep his mind preoccupied and that the hardwood floors are squeaky clean with wax.
He didn’t expect that he’d slip and fall on his arm painfully that it makes him wince, groaning at the impact of his body weight crushing his arm and for such a striking pain to travel to his elbow all the way to the tips of his fingers.
Jungkook didn’t expect for it to hurt this much because you don’t come out of your room to help him and he can’t take it, frustrated as he can’t get up that he does nothing but yell out your name multiple times.
All his calls for you effectively summoned you out but you’re more confused than you are panicked, a gasp leaving your lips when you see him lying in pain on the floor.
“What happened to you?” you ask in worry as you try to pull him up without hurting him, making him wince while trying to answer your question nonetheless.
“Huh?” he lets you carry him up to sit him down the couch for the meantime, assessing just how bad his fracture looks like to see if you’d have to drive him to the hospital. “What do you mean? Didn’t you feel the pain?”
Jungkook knows about the red string of pull and his eyes blink twice in confusion because you only realize what he’s talking about belatedly, the genuine confusion in your face making him swallow the lump in his throat.
“Oh. I didn't feel it. There wasn't a pull."
“Stop joking with me."
He clenches his jaw at how you could manage to play with him over such an important matter, even more baffled when you defensively shake your head and even breathlessly laugh.
“I’m not, Kook! I swear, I really didn't."
“Bullshit,” he rolls his eyes casually, deadpanning at you with a gasp emerging from his lips. “You knew I broke my arm and intentionally didn't help me!”
“Jungkook, I swear on my life,” he sees you hold up your hand in the air in a promise, tiny giggles of disbelief leaving you as he genuinely can’t understand where exactly is the humor you find in this.
He purses his lips and tries to look deeper for anything in your eyes that give you away even the slightest bit, pointing at your ring. “Take it off."
He watches intently the way surprise sweeps across your features and he thinks for a second that you’re just lying to him — you wouldn’t really take off your ring because doing so would confirm his hopes that it’s his same initials with the same vivid shade of red, right?
But you do it nonetheless.
Truth be told you’ve only removed your ring once since the incident because you didn’t want to be reminded of whose initials were underneath it, but it surprises you that your compliance gets the better of you and you take it off from him.
Jungkook’s stare falters to see the very thing he’s asked for.
What he could only make out clearly now is the J in the middle of his first and last initial, the two other letters clearly not as prominent. You’re shocked to see the difference from when you last saw your mark, the first J and K by your ring finger fading in contrast.
“You can’t — is this true?” he finds himself swallowing the lump in his throat painfully, taking your finger into his own hands that he barely winces using his other arm, rubbing his thumb against your skin to see if it was just some trick. “Surely you can’t spell my name without the jeon and the kook, right?”
His breathing is too heavy and you don’t speak either. The two of you have heard about this once when you were children from both of your mothers, all blissfully too young and unaware to consider the possibility that it might just happen to the two of you.
“About the mark-…”
“My mom said-…”
The two of you pipe up at the same time but Jungkook lets you go first because even if you haven’t spoken at the same time as he did, he wouldn’t have been able to finish what he was supposed to say.
You say your next words honestly, in a gentle and soft voice but it lands loud and disruptive to Jungkook’s ears, making him want to clamp his ears shut because he refuses to believe.
“It could be because the universe is reassigning me a new soulmate.”
“Y-yeah,” he clears his throat as if it would stop the tears that are threatening to fall on his cheeks, looking down on his lap as he unconsciously hunches on himself. “I remember our moms saying this when we were kids.”
“Mhmm,” you hum in recollection, pointing to him eagerly because the two of you are at the same page. “I asked my mom about a week ago then an hour later, I got put into a groupchat with all the moms of the friends that I have."
Jungkook weakly snorts to match your energy because he’s weak. He’s too weak to raise his head to face how you’re so nonchalant about this and this time, it’s him who’s hurting so badly.
“Everyone's bets are on PJM — Park Jimin! Who would’ve known, right? The J initial makes sense."
Jimin, a family friend of a family friend.
Jimin, the one kid in preschool that always wowed the parents and the teachers because he talks like how a fourth-grader would and knows how to do addition with the carrying.
Jimin, a distant friend who studied abroad for college and whose news broke out that he’s coming back home during his break and plans to settle here in your city.
Jimin, someone who’s theorized to replaced Jungkook.
“Don't even joke about that. I’m serious,” he mumbles under his breath and the croak of his voice gives him away, suddenly standing up from the couch and forgetting about his physical pain entirely, bidding you a quiet good night that he could only know is not something that he’d be getting underneath this dark.
“I’m gonna go to sleep."
( ♡ )
Jungkook wishes that his eyesight wasn’t so clear.
He wishes he didn’t heed his mother’s warnings of not look at screens for too long too closely and his father’s insistence that he takes his vegetables and vitamins.
He wishes that his vision is poor because in that way, he wouldn’t be able to notice how the silver that’s against your skin looks different; how he couldn’t tell that it’s shine isn’t the same that he’s used to seeing and how it’s no longer the signet ring that looks like the same piece that he wears on your ring finger.
“Did you change your ring?"
He asks you one morning when you’re making breakfast. He memorizes seeing the furrow in your brows and the realization in your face as you look down on your hand, his words clicking into your head in understanding.
“Oh yeah, I did.”
Your ring’s now of a thicker design with intricate details and swirls, the band of it seemingly molded into decorative crosses. It looks heavy and of high-quality and Jungkook’s certain that your ring’s more expensive this time, clueless to where and when you got it.
The groove of the silver reminds him of the letter P, and his mind goes to Jimin’s family name instantaneously — and it makes Jungkook pray that he’d rather have his vision tainted than to ever see it on your skin.
( ♡ )
“Where are you going this early in the morning?”
Jungkook can’t bear to sleep in his bedroom anymore nowadays because it feels to confined, not wanting to be alone with his thoughts and insecurities which is why he chooses to sleep in the living room where it’s open and he has everywhere else to look at besides his ceiling.
He hasn’t even been sleeping well in the first place which is why he’s alert from his shallow nap when your door clicks open and he sees you already bathed and dressed.
“My dad told me to join him fishing,” you answer when you move on from the surprise he’s given you, releasing the hand from your chest as you calm down. “He’s fishing with Jimin’s dad.”
You’re too busy packing snacks that you don’t register how there’s pillows and blankets on the couch because Jungkook sleeps out here nowadays, compared to your assumptions that he’s just gaming or doing his assignments. Your back is turned to him which is why you don’t notice his face that looks crestfallen at your further explanation, heart sinking in thought.
“Oh,” he stabilizes his voice as best as he could, eyes set at the back of your head as he tries not to give himself away. “Would Jimin be there?”
“Not sure. I’ll see when I get there.”
He nods once, biting on his lip as he tries again.
“Is my dad coming with?”
“O-oh,” the realization crosses your mind that your dad’s companion when it comes to fishing and perhaps any other activity is Mr. Jeon, only hitting you now that you haven’t heard the mention of his name. “I honestly don’t know.”
That’s the thing of both your dads and Jungkook aches at the thought if his time is over. If his family’s time is over with yours. If it’s too late and the ink on your finger can no longer be traced back to him.
If it’s still him.
“Drive safe, m’kay? Call me when you need me.”
You don’t approach him for a goodbye hug and he feels too odd to only keep to himself as you leave out the door, not looking back even once.
Call me even if you don’t need me.
The words only remain on his tongue because speaking it out loud is pointless. It’s pathetic to be said out in the open because you aren’t there for him to look like a fool in front of. He looks pathetic as he waits for you.
It’s because you don’t call him throughout the day to ask if he’s already brought out the meat to defrost for his lunch or what he wants for dinner because you’re ordering on the way home. It’s because you don’t tell him to text you repeatedly so you wouldn’t fall asleep in traffic and miss out on your dad’s banter. It’s because even if he doesn’t need anything from you; even if you aren’t willing to give and he’s eager to take —
Jungkook will always need you.
( ♡ )
The pain Jungkook feels in his bones simmers before it bubbles over.
It marinates and lulls into his skin warmly before it stings. It’s a soothing type of heat that he mistakes for tension before it starts to sting. The pain he feels in his heart all the way down to the pit of his stomach stings before it boils and bubbles at his skin.
The pain he feels burns him unlike no other.
It’s the type of hurt he feels that no matter how much he rubs at his skin and cries his eyes out, it doesn’t relieve him even the slightest bit. He doesn’t feel the calmness when he goes through every single thing that used to soothe him before, every chance at salvation only for the pain to burn deeper making him more frustrated than the last.
Jungkook cries his eyes out every night and he thinks he’s exhausted all the tears out of himself because he finds himself knocking on your door, waiting for you to grant him entrance as he keeps his breathing at bay.
It’s late at night when you’re buried into doing your requirements that you tumble out of your chair to open the door for Jungkook, figuring that it must be an emergency with the way his knocks are desperate.
His eyes land on you the moment you open the door for him, words crawling out of his mouth as he pleads.
“Let me kiss you."
He’s no stranger to the confusion in your face and it feels as if nothing from the two of you would surprise each other at this point. He knows you’re tired and busy but he can’t stop himself to just reserve what he feels tonight and save it for the morning.
Your mouth flounders in wonder, closing it when you figure that nothing else would be lost from you.
You let Jungkook kiss you.
You taste as sweet as Jungkook thought for you to be and more and he cries. He cries as you allow him to kiss you for the first time and let him knock his forehead against yours as his cheeks are damp with despair, eyes looking down on your finger instinctively.
You know exactly what he’s looking at and it makes you sigh solemnly, pressing your knuckles against your sheets so he wouldn’t be able to see.
Jungkook refuses to give up because this time, he interrupts you with an even deeper kiss that you accidentally moan into, lost into your senses by the surprise that it makes your eyes close.
He tastes you deeper and longer and he feels like he can’t breathe, inhales feeling heavier and his exhales being fewer that you have to put a hand on his chest to nudge him away from you, a pitiful look spanning across your eyes that makes him shut his.
“Kissing me harder isn't gonna help.”
His initials on your finger don’t magically turn more vibrant, more alive. He thinks he’s exhausted every single tear he could possibly cry but it’s seemingly not over, sobbing into his hands right in front of you.
“Why are you not freaked out that your mark's disappearing?! It's changing! I-it might not even be me anymore!””
Jungkook sobs brokenly when he used to not be able to even have his voice tremble at your presence. His shoulders hunch and give out and you have no choice but to catch him with your hands, fearing that he’d tumble out of the edge of your bed and fall on the floor.
“I thought you wanted this. I’m not consciously controlling this, Jungkook. It's just the same when you had no control of your mark not appearing on you."
His words haven’t left you but so is the remaining little love you have for him, knowing realistically that a single night of confrontation isn’t enough to undo years of loving.
“It's on me now. I-It's showing up on me, but it's disappearing from you."
His sobs wrack his own body and you think for a moment that he’s about to pass out with how much he coughs from getting choked up, springing more tears into his eyes as he feels like puking.
“You started to accept it when I started revoking it."
You mumble to yourself in realization and what pains him is that he’s heard it loud and clear, crumpling into your figure as you unconsciously realize that your hand soothes his back.
Jungkook cries the most in his lifetime, tucking his face into your shirt as he shakes his head back and forth like it was a nightmare he’s just forced to live out, words repeating over and over again.
“Don't shut me out."
He clings onto you more than he’s ever had.
Jungkook looks for you in everything and tries to weasel his way into every day that passes, not the least bit of embarrassment creeping up to him on how he looks like a fool every time you leave him hanging and alone.
He apologizes to you day and night until you grow tired of him; until you roll your eyes at him to give it a rest and just shut up at that point onwards.
He endures the hurt and the rejection you give him over and over again; not even going up to par with half of the hurt he’s unknowingly given you all this time.
Jungkook knows he’s flawed — but he’s certain that he’s not flawed enough to stop trying.
He wakes up to the morning light and goes to sleep at the evening glow with only the prayer that he becomes better, better enough to be deserving of you and better enough to be someone the universe would shift connections for.
He’s flawed, but not flawed enough to think that you owe him your love, regardless of his efforts.
The days are warmer and the gaps are fuller when there’s an incessant knocking on your door. The lights are softer and the nights are kinder when there’s a figure that wedges itself beside your bed, a quiet hum to his voice.
“I told you to start locking your doors.”
Jungkook feels the tiny exhale of breath that leaves you before it turns into a giggle, hugging your pillow closer.
“But it’s you.”
He smiles.
“But it’s me.”
Jungkook lies next to you a little closer, his arms bigger compared to the last months that he now manages to cage you fully and have his hands be able to cup yours without having to stretch further.
There’s nothing cool to the touch because nowadays, you let your ring finger breathe as much as he lets his own mark to be seen.
“There are three types of love, y’know?” he hums to your ear when he knows you’re just about to be lulled back to your sleep, able to see you clearly in the dark because no matter what light the both if you are underneath in, he only sees you.
“I was your first, right? Jimin's the second, I’m sure,” he breathily laughs, taking away the hair from your nape because he knows that it bothers you. “I can be the third. I-I can be your third love. I’ll work for it."
For only a second too long that it’s quiet, your voice cutting through the air.
“You can't be my third love, Jungkook,” you hum just as long as his heart stops beating. “You're my only love."
Your eyes are still closed when you silently profess the love that’s never left you, oblivious to how Jungkook is as stiff as concrete behind you that you feel his shoulders lose the hurt immediately. “I’ve loved you three times through."
Jungkook could only hope that it’s not the sleep talking.
He knows you’re real beyond anything and anyone. You’re tangible and fragile and he’s come to learn it a thousand times more. “I’ll love you three times more."
For the longest time on end did Jungkook feel that he’s been falling but the impact never comes. He would’ve wanted to feel it either way, but either way, he’d know that it would be fine. That he would be fine. That the two of you will be fine and it’s you who he entrusts to spend all of his infinites with, no matter the hurt.
“I love you more than you'll ever know.”
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masterninjacow · a day ago
bambi eyes ; j.jk
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requested by @kitsutaes (36 + hogwarts au) for my milestone celebration !! go ahead and send me an ask <3
pairing ; gryffindor!photographer!jungkook x seeker!reader (gender-neutral)
summary ; he was supposed to be taking pictures, and you were supposed to be practicing. apparently neither of you could get your jobs done right.
themes ; fluff, hogwarts au, quidditch au
words ; 0.9k
warnings / includes ; mild cursing, jungkook being an awkward loser <3, oc is the best quidditch player in all of hogwarts hell yeah :D
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It was the thrill that really lured you into Quidditch. The delighted shrieks of the watching students as you closed a fist around the snitch during matches, the soaring sensation of pride thundering in your ribcage, the wind’s whistle in your ears as you cut through the air at record speeds.
You were the best at what you did, which was why the school photographer wouldn’t stop pestering you about taking photos for the yearbook. He was a well-known seventh year Gryffindor that went by the name Jungkook, a crimson and amber scarf wrapped tightly around his neck. It was cold this time of year, but that didn’t stop you from practicing.
“I promise I’ll be quiet!” He was a lousy bargainer, but you had to admit that he had a cute face. You only barely shot him half a glance before quickening your pace towards the playing field. The padding of his footsteps following after you had your eyes rolling to the cloudy heavens. “It’s just… you’re the best player in school, if not Hogwarts history!”
A breathy chuckle escaped your lips and billowed into white mist in the crisp air. You paused abruptly, and the photographer stumbled so as to not crash into you, camera swaying around his neck. “No need to butter me up, Jeon. Just don’t bother me while I’m up there with that pretty face of yours, okay? I have to stay concentrated until I’m done.”
Rouge stained his skin a sweet hue at your absentminded compliment, molten hazel irises twinkling with a hint of gaiety. After a moment’s hesitation, he flashed you a pretty smile that you had trouble not replicating. “Will do.”
Once at the Quidditch pitch, you mounted your sleek broom (a new model that you had only recently bought down at Hogsmeade) while Jungkook situated himself amongst the stands. The faint ringing of the camera’s shutter echoed across the pitch as he snapped shots, lost to the wintry breeze as you flew higher and higher up. Cold nipped at your cheeks and landed icy kisses to your eyelids.
Turns out, it wasn’t the noise that you should’ve been worried about.
It was that damned stare of his. You could practically feel it piercing at the back of your neck, burning a hole through your skin. With a frustrated growl, you found yourself messing up a complicated twisting maneuver that you thought you had mastered just a week ago. This was embarrassing. What was going on with you?
With a furtive glance towards Jungkook, you blinked in surprise upon seeing him with his hands braced on the railings, camera left untouched slung over his shoulders. He was just… staring at you! Wasn’t he supposed to be taking pictures?
A particularly strong gale knocked you further back amidst your distracted state, streaming your hair away from your face. Vexation written clear over your features, you swerved your broom away and plummeted downwards. With clear-cut precision, you pulled to a stop just in front of Jungkook, crossing your arms over your chest. His lips were puckered to the side in confusion at your actions.
“Stop staring at me.”
The photographer seemed to splutter for words, gesturing to nothing in particular. “I wasn’t staring!” Then, an eyebrow piqued as he asked, “Why? Do I make you nervous? I can put the camera away if you want一!”
“Jungkook,” you deadpanned. “You’re not even using the damn thing. You’re just… watching me. It’s throwing me off my game.”
A garbled sound lodged itself in his throat. He observed you with befuddlement twisting his handsome features. “But hundreds of students watch you during games and you do amazing!”
“It’s not the same. This time it’s just you and those damned bambi eyes of yours!”
Jungkook, coming from a halfblood family, only vaguely recalled who bambi was. He squinted in recollection, humming in thought. Was being compared to a frail baby deer a good or bad thing?
“So I do make you nervous?” The question was uttered with an air of amusement. The fiercest athlete in Hogwarts was getting the heebie jeebies from Jungkook, an awkward Gryffindor that crunched down a carton of banana milk everyday for breakfast, of all people!
“No! Ugh, yes! I don’t know!” You drifted even closer, to the point where you could see the constellation of stars swimming amongst his widened eyes. Oh, he was pretty pretty. An accusatory finger prodded at his chest, obstructed only by his school robes. “Take your pictures and scram, Jeon. Maybe then we can talk after I’m done with practice. Butterbeer at The Three Broomsticks is to die for this time of year, you know.”
He ogled at you with slightly parted lips. “Did you just ask me out on a date?”
Wincing, you stood up on your broom with not a wobble, dropping onto the stands with a resounding thud. Jungkook watched with rapt fascination as you plucked your prized Thunderbolt out of the air and slung it over your shoulder. “Yeah, I guess I did. You up for it?”
“Yes!” he blurted out far too quickly for his liking. “I mean… yeah, sure, whatever.”
Scoffing light-heartedly, you brushed past him to bound down the stairs. You were going down to let a snitch loose and practice your catching skills.
“Oh, and Jungkook?” you called out just before skipping over the steps.
He looked up at you with a dazed smile glossing his pretty lips. “Yeah?”
“Don’t you dare bring that camera on our date.”
The prettiest of chuckles formed a pale smoke in front of him as he nodded vehemently. “Will do, Y/N.”
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btssaysstudy · a day ago
Salvage - 3 || jjk/kth.
Summary: After your confession, it's safe to say that there was nothing left to salvage between you and Jungkook. However, things start to change when a new hurdler joins the team. Genre: college!au, track!jungkook, track!taehyung, track!reader, angst & fluff Pairing: jungkook x reader, taehyung x reader Warning(s) : unrequited love, alcohol (drinking) mentioned, swearing Chapter count: 2.6k
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“You think we’ll be competing in a new category?”
“Seems like it.” You stretched out your right arm over your chest as you warm up.
Hoseok wriggled his shoulders in excitement, “Interesting! What category do you think we’re trying out—“
“Yn, Hoseok.” Your coach’s voice had cut short Hoseok’s guessing game. He called two more members and you got down to the track as your coach gave you your positions.
“Seems like it’s co-ed.” Hoseok muttered as you walked passed him to the second runner position.
As your coach blew their whistle, Hoseok set up and coach began his timer. This went on with 10 groups of 4 - 2 females and 2 males in each group.
You sat next to Hoseok as you watched more groups get called out to get timed. You and Hoseok occupied yourselves by guessing who will make the final cut from the different runs.
It didn’t take long for all 10 groups to have their turn. “We’ll take a 10 minute break, everyone.” Your coach waved their clipboard in the air to get everyone’s attention before taking a sit at the lower rows of the bleachers to discuss with the assistant coach.
Hoseok sighed, leaning backwards, “I hope I get into this category.”
“Me too.”
"Coach always picks you, I’m sure you’ll make it.”
You chuckled, playfully shoving Hoseok and turning away to see Jungkook making his way up the bleachers with his own group of friends.
He had also glanced in your direction to see you looking at him. Unlike how he would immediately look away, this time, he was the one to wave hello.
Stunned, your hand jerked up awkwardly to return a short wave.
“What’s going on?” Hoseok asked in disbelief. You sighed, scratching your head as you filled him in with what happened at Taehyung’s party.
Once you finished sharing, Hoseok huffed, “Finally, he’s doing something.”
You shrugged your shoulders in response, “I’m not sure what I should do.”
“What?” He asked incredulously and you whipped your head back to give him a confused look. “The last time we talked, you were telling me that you want to rekindle your friendship with Jungkook.”
“Yea,” You drew out the word, eyes looking ahead on the track. “But now that he actually approached me, it just feels weird. It feels… So sudden? Like, out of the blue.”
Hoseok nodded his head, understanding how you felt.
“And, it only happened when I intentionally stopped putting in the effort to keep saying hi to him.”
He couldn’t say anything. Hoseok knew where you were coming home and why you were feeling conflicted. “Okay yea, I get it. It’s up to you anyway.”
The two of you promptly changed topic when you spotted your coach circling a few names on his clipboard, resuming your predictions for the final line-up.
After the break, your coach explained that he wanted to try a few more different combinations. He had announced a new set of groups - one of them being you, Hoseok, Jungkook and two other track members.
You were the second last runner - Jungkook being the last.
You quickly glanced over to Jungkook who seemed to be focused on the track and you noticed a small smile on his face. Pushing down your curiosity, you got up from your seat and made your way down to the track.
Once your coach blew the whistle, Hoseok dashed off, starting the timer. He was always an amazing starter and you were confident that he was going to be selected.
Your mind threw away any thoughts irrelevant to the run, focusing on receiving the baton and passing it well to Jungkook. As you rushed towards Jungkook, you steadily reached out your hand to hand the baton over. However, when your hand brushed over his during the passover, you felt a jolt of butterflies.
As Jungkook sprinted off, you slowed down your pace as your eyes were fixated on him finishing the race, trying to subside the fluttery feeling in your chest.
“I told you you’d make it.” Hoseok grinned, swinging his bag over his shoulders. You smiled as you reached for your phone in your bag. “I told you that you’d make it too.”
You scrolled through your notifications from Miya, she had been spamming you with messages during your practice.
Please tell me you’re free after training - Miya Meet me at our usual place after?? - Miya I’m bored :(((( - Miya
“How do you feel with Jungkook in the final line-up as well?”
Shrugging your shoulders, you replied, “No thoughts.”
He chuckled, “Alright, anyway, you need a lift?”
“Oh no it’s alright, I’m meeting Miya nearby for dinner.”
“Okay! Help me say hi to her.”
“Sure!” You waved goodbye to Hoseok and made your way down to your usual dining place with Miya. You two had found a gem near campus, it was small and hidden from the busy Main Street. The restaurant was bright and welcoming, the prices affordable as well - a key point for broke college students.
Ever since you two found that gem, it had been coined as your usual place.
When you had arrived, you peeped in to see if Miya had already arrived. Seeing that she wasn’t there, you asked for a table for two.
When you had settled down, you texted Miya, informing her that you already got a table. To pass the time, you scrolled through your various social media apps.
A familiar and nostalgic voice startled you. Looking up from your phone, you were greeted with Jungkook standing in front of you.
“Oh, hey.” You locked your phone, placing it down on the table.
Jungkook sheepishly gestured to the empty chair opposite you, “May I? I was quite surprised that you agreed to meet me.”
You blinked several Tims as you processed his words. “I-I’m sorry? I’m having dinner with Miya.”
Silence ensued as it was Jungkook’s turn to process your words. His eyebrows furrowed before raising in realisation. “R-Right. So this was her way of helping me.” He muttered quietly to himself.
“I’m sorry?”
Jungkook quickly looked back to face you, his grip on his bag tightened as he asked, “I asked Miya if she could help me set a day to meet you. She told me today after practice but I guess she told you that you were meeting her.”
“Yea…” You trailed off, thinking of Miya’s messages. You made a mental note to attack Miya for setting you up on a blind dinner with Jungkook.
Jungkook grew nervous as you were taking a while to respond. He figured that he was the last person you wanted to have dinner with.
“If you’re not okay, I can just ask Miya to come and—“
“No, no, it’s fine. You’re already here anyway. Take a seat.” You gestured to the empty chair. Jungkook uttered a soft thank you, pulling the chair out for him to sit.
Once again, a wave of silence swept over the both you. Both of you resorted to be deeply invested into your menu. Though, you did not need to look at the menu at all as it was your usual hangout with Miya. You always ordered the same thing. But for the first time, you were reading through every single word on the menu.
“Ready to order?”
Jungkook called for the waiter and you both gave your orders. Once the water left with the menus, you were left with nothing to distract yourself with.
Jungkook spoke, “I’m guessing you’re wondering why I’m here and not Miya.”
“That’s one of the things on my mind.”
He wanted to ask about what else were there but figured that he wasn’t in the position to ask that so he continued. “I meant what I said that night at the party.”
You stayed silent to allow him to continue. Jungkook took the cue, “After seeing you with Taehyung, it made me miss the times together even more.”
“Why did it have to take Taehyung to come into picture?”
Jungkook winced, “To be honest? I don’t know. I didn’t know how to approach you after… After what happened… When I finally gathered the courage, I saw you doing fine with your friends,” He shrugged his shoulders dejectedly, “I didn’t want to disrupt that. Especially after hurting you.”
“You wouldn’t have disrupted anything—“
“Sorry, your orders?” The waiter obliviously interrupted your heavy conversation. The both of you uttered thank you to the waiter, before turning back to face each other again.
“For the past one year, I’ve always hoped that things could go back to how it was.”
“I do too, yn.” Jungkook sounded as if he was pleading, as if he was begging you to hear the sincerity in his voice.
“Please give me a chance to make things up, to make up for the lost time. I mean it when I say that I’ve always missed up. I was just too much of a coward to do anything about it.”
Your eyes searched his, feeling every single word that came out from his mouth. You could feel his sincerity, his eyes screaming and pleading for you to give him a chance.
“Alright, I miss having you around too.”
You could visibly see Jungkook’s shoulders slump in relief, taking a moment to close his eyes to process what you had said. “Really?”
“Yes, really.” You let out a short laugh, “It honestly already feels so nice to be having a meal with you again.”
“It does, doesn’t it?”
Jungkook finally smiled, a smile without worry. He had been consumed with anxiety with how dinner will turn out and he knew he had to treat Miya to a good meal for helping him set up dinner.
“Right, please don’t kill Miya.”
“I was going to,” you joked, “But I won’t.”
You went back to your dorm afterwards, feeling lightness in your steps as you relished the dinner with Jungkook.
Once you stepped into your room, you saw Miya relaxing on her bed, phone in her hand as she scrolled through TikTok. You shook your head in disbelief, jumping onto her bed. “I’m guessing it went well?”
You laughed, grabbing her pillow and throwing it at her face. “I thought I was having dinner with you.”
Miya grinned, throwing back the pillow to you, “Yea well I had last minute plans.”
“Yea right.”You got up and made your way to the bathroom. “You didn’t answer my question!” Miya called out, “Did it go well?”
Your head popped out from behind the bathroom door, giving her a smile before closing the door.
“I knew it!” You heard her shout and the ruffling of the bed sheets, knowing that she was celebrating in bed.
The next day, you already had plans to meet Taehyung at the nearest shopping mall as he had to buy a suit for his upcoming presentation.
“Why’d you need me to follow again? I have zero knowledge on suits.” You asked as you scanned through the rack of suits that looked the same yet different.
“Because you’ve got good taste and I trust your taste.”
“Might to putting too much trust in me.” You joked as you pulled out different suits to get a better look. Taehyung grinned, “Just the right amount.”
Ignoring the warm feeling in your heart, you turned your attention back suit picking. “Try this! I think this colour suits you.”
Taehyung takes the suit from you, “Okay!”
While Taehyung was changing into the suits, you took the empty seat outside the changing room. You felt your phone vibrate and received a familiar yet strangely new notification.
Thanks again for having dinner me, let’s catchup again soon - Jungkook
A smile crept on your face as you re-read the message. It felt nice knowing that you had a talk with Jungkook and it seemed that things were going to be alright between the two of you.
“Yn? What about this?”
You looked up from your phone to see Taehyung stepping out of the changing room and twirled to show off his navy blue suit. Your jaw could’ve dropped if you didn’t catch yourself in time.
Anyone nearby would’ve said that he was absolutely breathtaking. He looked so charismatic in his dark coloured suit. You imagined him with his hair done up and with proper shoes, it made your heart flutter for some reason.
“I think we found the suit.”
“Really? I think so too actually!” Taehyung grinned, walking towards the mirror to get a proper look of the suit. “Could you pass me my phone please?”
You got up from the seat and walked over to hand him his phone. “I want to take a photo.” He let a boyish giggle. You smiled and took a step back to let him feel himself in that suit.
However, you were stunned when he reached out to take your hand to pull you towards him before draping his arm over you. “What are you—“
“Take a picture with me!”
You felt your heart was about to burst out of your chest from how close you were to Taehyung. You looked yourself in the mirror, putting on a smile for the camera. Taehyung grinned, leaning his head closer towards yours before taking the shot.
“I like this picture. Oh and this suit too.” He turned his phone towards you, “I’ll send it to you!”
You only nodded, taking a deep breath as you tried to get over what just happened.
You followed behind him as he made his way over to the cashier to purchase the suit. Afterwards, the two of you made your way around the mall to find a place to have lunch.
“Okay, what’s making you look so happy?”
“What do you mean?”
“I can tell when your smile is genuine. Your face looks bright and hopeful.”
“You can?” You placed looked up from your plate to see Taehyung leaning back against his chair, arms loosely folded as he gave you his full attention. “Yea, I notice stuff sometimes.” He shrugged his shoulder.
You smiled, “I had dinner with Jungkook last night.” You momentarily looked away and missed how his shoulders slumped for a split second and his smile falter before he consciously plastered on a curious expression.
“We talked about how we missed the old times and he asked we could try and rekindle our friendship again.”
“What did you say?”
Taehyung tried to control the tone of his voice. He wasn’t sure why he felt slightly down by the news that you met Jungkook for dinner. After you shared your very close friendship with Jungkook, he should be happy for you that you were both rekindling your friendship.
However, something was making me feel rather down about the news.
“I said 'sure why not'. I’ve been wishing for this to happen as well” You smiled and Taehyung mirrored your expression.
“That’s great!”
“Yea it is, isn’t it!” You finally let out a relief laughter and the two of you promptly got over the topic and talked about other things.
At that moment, you didn’t understand why. But you were nervous to tell Taehyung about you meeting Jungkook. You weren’t sure what was the reason for being anxious. It was as if you were scared to see his reaction. Seeing his happy and excited expression made you feel relaxed but you couldn’t understand why you were so nervous to see how Taehyung would take the news.
At the end of the day, it felt that things were going well in your final year.
There was hope once again that you and Jungkook would become close again.
author's note: nothing too dramatic this chapter, but it is an important catalyst for the upcoming chapters as the pace is starting to pick up! (next is a lengthy one) taglist: @ilovethewayyourheartbeats @joydowninmyheart @picturethosesmiles @fangirl125reader @karylles-world@betysotelo18
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mikrksmos · 14 hours ago
bitter sweet | 5
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— After his father’s illness got worse, Jungkook had to step up and help his family and the business. On top of all that emotional stress, Jungkook also cannot escape the overwhelming feelings he has been harboring for you since you met.  When you finally make up after a rift in your friendship, he’s not going to let anything come between you, but he’s not sure he can stop himself any longer from crossing that line he’d taught himself to avoid for years. —
- Jungkook x reader (gn)
- genre: slow burn, angst, fluff, implied smut(?) | best friends to lovers, coffee shop au
- word count: 5.1 k
When you wake up the next morning, Jungkook is gone. You’re covered by his blanket, and you can see some of your clothes scattered around the room. 
What the fuck happened? What did you do? 
A sudden surge of anxiety rushes through you. Last night you made a bad decision and you have no idea how to proceed. What do you even say? What if Jungkook regrets it? What if this ruins your friendship after you’d finally made up?
You look around and try to find any sound telling you someone is home, but you remember he’s supposed to open today. He probably took Junghyuk to his mother at the hospital. You glance at your phone and consider texting him, but you realize this is a sensitive subject that should probably be discussed in person and not through the phone. Not that you know how to start the conversation to begin with. 
You need time to think about this anyway, so you should wait before talking to him. Besides, you haven’t been to the apartment since Friday and it’s about time you showed up. There’s probably layers of dust accumulated over every surface in your bedroom. Not to mention you’ve left the girls alone to upkeep the apartment most of the weekend.
On the way to the apartment you can’t help but play over and over last night's events—well, everything before you actually had sex. Maybe there was something that you could have done to control yourself. It’s not that you didn’t want to sleep with him, you did. Doesn’t change the fact that it was a bad idea. Jungkook was clearly stressed out, and vulnerable after the myriad of emotions he’d gone through during the day. How did it even happen? 
Jungkook kept looking at you with those eyes… His hands are always so warm, and he’s so gorgeous. You’re not stupid, Jungkook has always been attractive, but he’s one of your best friends and he’s supposed to be off limits like that. Then you think of the way your body reacts when he touches you, even when his fingers merely brush yours, and you feel blood rush to your cheeks. 
What is wrong with you?
Are you that desperate for sex? Since your relationship ended with Hoseok, you hadn’t really had time to think about your sexual drive. You’ve been so preoccupied with taking care of yourself mentally, and the relationships with your friends, that this aspect of yourself has just been gathering dust in the back of your priorities. You’ve always been pretty monogamous, and someone who rarely ever has one night-stands— except for some random instances during college. Still, Jungkook isn’t someone you should even think about that way. After what happened with Hoseok, the last thing you should do is hook up with a close friend. 
You call Taehyung before you spiral out of anxiety.
“Hey what’s up?”
“Are you with Yoongi?” you ask, not wanting to interrupt their time alone. 
“Nah, he just stepped out to walk Holly and Yeontan, why?” he says with his voice muffled. It sounds like he must be eating something. 
“I did something bad.... Well, w-we did something bad.”
You hear movement on the other side, then Taehyung’s serious tone sounds through the phone. “Okay, who is ‘we’ and what do you mean by ‘bad’? Do I need a shovel?” 
“Oh my gosh, no Tae!”
“Well! You’re scaring me, what happened?”
“I do appreciate the initiative though,” you say, finding yourself chuckling softly. “Well, with everything that has been happening, Jungkook has been acting a bit reserved. And I can tell he’s really stressed, and yesterday… I don’t know, maybe he needed the release-”
“You did not!” He sounds more excited than you thought he would. 
“I don’t know what happened! He’s Jungkook! He was looking at me, and his eyes, and his lips, and suddenly he was kissing me-”
“Oh my fucking-”
“And I didn’t stop him, I … I don’t know why. Then, it just happened.”
“Okay, okay, okay… whoa. You wanted it right?”
You feel your cheeks burning. “Well, yeah… But I feel awful. I feel like I took advantage of a vulnerable moment. He’s really stressed and confused, and I should’ve stopped it! I don’t even understand why I let it happen… It just sort of felt…”
“Right?” Taehyung asks, his voice less amused now.
“Not in this moment, when I’m not staring at those damn eyes! This is bad, isn’t it?” 
“Okay, relax. This is Jungkook we are talking about.” 
You turn into the street of the apartment complex. Across the building, the park is filled with morning runners and parents with strollers. You see Nivi stretching by a tree. She hasn’t left the apartment for morning work-outs in a long while, you wonder what lifted her spirits. 
You turn your attention back to Taehyung. “I know. This is why I’m freaking out. He’s one of my best friends. Why the fuck do I do this? First Hoseok, and now Jungkook?!”
“Okay, hey, no. Don’t do that. You cannot control who you have feelings for-”
Feelings. Feelings? 
“N-no, this is just bad. I should have never let this happen. The last thing Jungkook needs right now is drama.”
Taehyung sighs, and you hear him move once more. “Look, this is Jungkook we are talking about. For him, it wasn’t just a spur of the moment thing, I’m sure.”
“Tae, don’t make this more complicated than it already is,” you say, but don’t miss the way your stomach flips uncomfortably. “He literally said he needed… release.”
“TMI, babe.”
“Taehyung, please.”
He laughs and you sigh. “Relax, I’m fucking with you. We both know you know things about Yoongi you probably shouldn't.”
“Please, do not fucking remind me.” 
You step into the building and head into the elevators. “I don’t know what to do, Tae. I literally just fixed things with him and I think I fucking ruined them again. What do I even say to him?”
Taehyung is quiet for a minute, until he speaks again. “When Yoongi and I finally kissed, it sort of felt terrifying and like a relief at the same time. I realized that I had to be honest with him and fuck whatever anxieties I had. You just have to be honest with him about how you feel about what happened, but you have to figure out how you feel about it first. Just, don’t do anything rash. He’s sensitive, you know that, and it’s you, he-” you hear commotion and what sounds like dogs barking. 
“You owe me money, baby!” you hear Yoongi’s excited voice on the other side. “Told you it would happen!”
“Yoon!” Taehyung’s voice suddenly sounds a bit muffled, “I am on the phone with Y/N!”
“Oh shit.”
Realization hits you and you gasp just as the elevator doors open to let you out on your floor. “Did you two bet on us hooking up?!”
“Uhh,” Taehyung’s nervous voice comes through the phone, “I gotta go!”
“You little shits!” you shout just as Taehyung hangs up. 
You make a mental note to punch him the next time you see him. 
The apartment door is unlocked, and as soon as you open the door the delicious scent of chilaquiles makes its way to your nose. Sol is standing by the sink on the kitchen island and smiles. 
“You’re home! Where have you been?”
“That smells amazing.” Your stomach grumbles, you forgot you hadn’t had anything to eat after lunch yesterday. “I was at JK’s.”
Sol smiles brightly, that kind of smile that makes her dark brown eyes small, “Thanks! There’s some for you. Is Jungkookie doing okay?”
You nod as you walk over to the stove. You grab a plate and the spatula. You practically fill your plate and grab one of the sunny side up eggs that just finished frying. 
“You can get them both, I’ll make more in a sec.”
You don’t hesitate and quickly go for the other egg. “Jungkook is… alright. A bit angry with his brother, but it’s expected.” 
“Well maybe we can cheer him up today!” 
You turn with a mouthful of food and raise a brow in question in lieu of any words. 
Sol grins, “Niv got a job! At the corporate for that Chinese chain store you told her to apply to.”
“Modei?! That’s amazing, oh my gosh,” you say, pretty much spitting food all over the counter. Sol laughs but helps you wipe it off. “She only just had her interview on Thursday, it all happened so fast. I knew she’d get snatched up right away.”
“I know, I told her too. She’s so happy to celebrate, we thought we could have everyone over for some take out.”
You continue to shove food in your mouth but nod. “Sown goo!” you swallow your food quickly and try to get Sol’s attention as she turns towards her room. “By everyone, do you also mean…?”
Sol turns slowly, she gives a raise of her perfectly shaped thick eyebrow, “Are you asking about Hoseok?” You give her a big smile and she rolls her eyes. “I guess… as long as everyone is okay with it.”
“I’m sure they are!”
She gives you a skeptical look, “Even Jungkook?”
“Yes, they talked already. Sort of. But he even called him ‘hyung’ so I think it will be okay.” 
Then you remember last night and think perhaps it will not be. 
Sol shrugs, “Sounds good to me. I’ll tell him.” She walks into her room and leaves you in the kitchen to finish your food and wreck your brain with thoughts of yesterday. 
When you finish inhaling breakfast, Sol comes back out already showered and starts frying more eggs for her and Nivi. You excuse yourself to your room and distract yourself with cleaning it, then a long shower. It’s past 1pm when you’re finally dressed and have a spotless room, so you walk out to help the girls clean the apartment and prepare for guests. 
The living room isn’t big, there’s one large couch and a chair, so you have to bring out the floor cushions and set them up around the coffee table. You help Nivi move the entertainment table a couple paces back, closer to the windows on the back wall. 
“Will we all fit?” Nivi asks you.
“Honestly, I don’t know. When was the last time we were all here?”
Sol comes out of the bedroom dressed in her work uniform. “I don’t think we all have been here at once. Either way, Tae and I won’t be here until 9 after closing,” she looks up from putting on her socks and gives Nivi a wink, “I can just sit on top of you.” 
You chuckle and leave them to their eye contact, “Yoongi will be Tae’s chair in that case,” you say as you walk over to the kitchen.
At 3:30, Jimin and Namjoon are the first ones to show up with wine and sweets. Everyone is dressed comfortably so you decide to keep the joggers and shirt. It’s just your friends. And Jungkook. 
You’d almost gone an hour without thinking about him. It’s hard to think about him as just your friend now, and that scares you. What is he to you if it happens again? How do you make sure you don’t lose his friendship, ever?
You still don’t know what you’re going to tell him, but he’ll probably bring it up when he gets here. It’s not something you both can just ignore. If Sol and Taehyung are closing, it means he should be here soon. 
The doorbell rings, distracting you from the storm in your head. As you head to open the door nerves start to build up, but they soon disappear. Jin, Andre and Hoseok are standing outside, big smiles on their faces.
“Hey guys, what’s with the blinding sunshine on your faces?” you ask. 
Jin steps in dramatically, his chest puffed out, “Guess who just got approved for adoption?!”
“No fucking way!” Namjoon says, suddenly standing and almost knocking the coffee table over. 
“That’s amazing!” You say, just as Nivi shouts an “Oh my gosh,” and Jimin screams as he runs over for a hug. 
You give Andre the biggest hug. “Congrats, man, I’m so happy for you both.” You grab his face and give him a big kiss on the cheek. He’s so happy his eyes are shining. He kisses your cheek back and squeezes your arms. 
“Thank you, babe.” 
You and Jimin trade, so Jin engulfs you in his broad shoulders. He sways as he hugs and makes an excited squeaky noise. “Congrats,” you mumble against his chest. He kisses your head in reply. 
Once the congratulatory hugs are over, you all sit around the coffee table, talking about the details. 
“So, you could technically get a call any day?” Jimin asks before he takes a bite of one of the soft chocolate chip cookies he and Namjoon brought. 
Jin nods behind a glass of wine. “Pretty much. Since we want a baby, one could be up for adoption at any movement,” he turns to Andre beside him and takes his hand. He gives him a soft smile, one that his husband returns, “We have to be ready.” 
“Well, if you need anything, Sol and I are here,” Nivi says. 
“Me too, for babysitting, or anything else,” you offer. 
While Jin and Andre sit on the couch, the window in front of them casts a golden light over their faces as the sun moves along the sky. Jin’s beautiful tanned face shines brighter when he grins at Andre, whose dark skin and model-like features shine in the light just as brightly. It’s like these two stepped right out of a high-fashion magazine holding hands. It’s annoying they both know it too. 
“Ugh, if you two could have babies, the human race would evolve in aesthetics,” you say jokingly rolling your eyes. 
Jin turns and gives you a wink, “Why do you think science hasn’t made it happen yet, they know all the ugly straights would be wiped out by us queers.” 
“Okay but not all gays are good looking, remember that guy I dated in college, what was his name…” Jimin trails off. 
“Oh my gosh, Logan?” Namjoon points out and they burst out laughing. 
“But not as ugly as who you dated last year, what was their name?” Nivi asks. 
“Danny?” Hoseok suggests. 
“Yes!” You all shout in unison. 
Jimin throws a cushion at Nivi, “Hey, they were cute! They just had… too many piercings and face tattoos,” Jimin adds, wrinkling his nose in the process. “You couldn’t really appreciate their natural beauty. Had nice tits though.” 
“Speaking of tits, Namjoon, you gotta stop going to the gym,” you tease and laugh as your friend turns red. 
The conversation steers into teasing Namjoon and blaming Hoseok for this change in your friend. It’s nice to see everyone talking like this again, it brings a sense of peacefulness to your heart. 
Halfway through a story Hoseok is sharing about Namjoon embarrassing himself in front of the cute yoga instructor, the bell rings and your stomach drops. It must be Yoongi and Jungkook. 
“I’ll get it,” you mutter to Nivi and leave your friends to continue the story. 
When you swing the door open, Yoongi and Jungkook stand there with containers and drinks from the café. 
“We brought drinks!” Jungkook says with a bright smile.
“And dessert,” Yoongi adds, giving you a wink that makes your face burn. 
You clear your throat and step aside for them, “Uh, come on in. The husbands have good news.” 
Yoongi is suddenly uninterested in you and walks over to the couch shaking his shoes off, “You got approved?!”
You tune out the conversation as you take the containers from Jungkook. You don’t miss the way his eyes don’t leave your face. “I’ll put these in the fridge.” 
You feel Jungkook follow you, but you don’t turn until the containers are safe inside the fridge. Jungkook stands leaning against the island when you turn. His eyes are big and stare at you. 
“Hi,” you say and give him a small smile.
He smiles that big smile, and you can’t help the way your smile broadens at the look on his face. “Hey,” he whispers, reaching with his fingertips to touch your arm softly. 
You try to ignore the way your insides turn at the expression on his face, and the way your skin tingles where he touches. You clear your throat and step aside, taking your gaze away from him so you’re not distracted by those doe eyes. 
You feel Jungkook follow behind you as you begin to walk off, and when you feel his head lean down beside yours the hairs at the back of your neck stand. 
“Can we talk?” he asks, “In private?”
“Uhm, uh, sure,” you whisper, your voice betraying you by shaking a bit. “My room?” You turn to look at him momentarily and watch him nod. 
You close the door behind you, hoping your friends don’t miss you too much. Jungkook is looking around the room when you turn your attention to him. He’s staring at the organized chaos on your desk, and the photos on your wall. 
“Haven’t been here in a while,” he says, his back still to you. 
You hum in agreement, a small smile spreading over your lips at the mirror image of Jungkook in your room to that of you in his room after so long. 
He turns around and looks at your bed, then over to the open closet. “It looks different… what did you do with it?”
You shrug, “Not much. Just added some decoration but not many. Still doesn’t really feel like my place.”
Jungkook finally turns to look at you, his facial expression serene. “It looks, feels, and smells like you. Like a … softer version of you. A reserved version.”
You feel scrutinized by his gaze and look at your bed. “Well, I am holding back from decorating. It’s not permanent. This is Sol and Nivi’s place, and before I moved in Jimin was their roommate for so long. I feel like… a visitor.”
“I understand,” Jungkook says. Through your peripheral vision you see him take a step towards you. 
You look up to find his gaze still on you, and suddenly the room feels really warm. “Hi,” you whisper. 
Jungkook chuckles softly, “Hey.” 
Taking your gaze away from him, you focus on the white button up he wears and clear your throat. “We should probably talk about last night?” You see Jungkook’s feet step closer. “Right?” He has the long sleeves rolled up, and half of his tattoo sleeve is visible. Your eyes get lost in the ink. 
“Yeah.” His voice is low and soft, and it makes the pit of your stomach burn. 
“I think we both know that what happened was a result of rash decisions,” you say, your gaze finally turning up to his face. His eyes are trained on the lower part of your face. Right on your lips. “You were stressed… and I was-“
“Do you regret it?” Jungkook’s eyes momentarily stop staring at your lips and move his gaze up to your eyes. 
Your lips part, but you cannot find the right words to express how you feel. You’re not entirely sure how you feel. “I-I… I don’t know.” Your eyes move down to his lips, then to that small mole under them. “I-it was great, but maybe it wasn’t a good idea?” 
Jungkook’s eyes focus on your lips again. “It felt like a good idea.” His fingers suddenly brush against your arm and goosebumps spread up your arm. Somehow you feel his warm touch all the way down to your toes. 
“Yeah,” you find yourself whispering. 
His hand makes its way up to your hair. He brushes a strand away before he snakes his fingers through it. You close your eyes at the tingling sensation of his fingers running through your hair. When he reaches the back of your head he cups just by your neck and the motion makes you tilt your head up. Your eyes blink open and find him looking at you, making blood rush up to your cheeks. His own cheeks have red hue to them, but you get distracted by the way he bites down on his lower lip nervously. 
Jungkook leans down and you feel drawn to the heat of his body just inches away from you. Your nose brushes just slightly against his own, and it is all it takes for you to reach for his face and kiss him. 
Your body clearly wants him, even though your mind is fogged up in confusion. The last thing you need is to be distracted by Jungkook again, but when his hands wrap around your waist and he spills a tiny moan into your mouth you’re about to lose it. 
Jungkook parts the kiss after a couple seconds, his hot breath fans over your face. “I’ve had such a shitty day, and all I could think about was coming to find your lips.” 
Your heart is pounding so loudly you hear it in your eyes. You’re so dizzy by the kiss you have no time to process what he just said before he’s kissing you again. His tongue creates a whole new dizzy spell that you fall right into.
Jungkook walks you backwards until you hit the desk, then he grabs you by the back of your thighs and places you on top of the desk. You hear things knocking over, but you’re too busy cupping the back of his neck to angle his face to even care about what’s happening around you. All you care about is his big hands on your sides, your fingers against the warm skin along his neck, and the way his tongue moves. 
This is surreal. Your mind is spinning again. You’re making out with Jungkook. You’re making out with your best friend. 
Then he grinds on you and the sound that leaves your lips has him practically groaning into your mouth.
Then you hear someone laughing outside and reality gets knocked right into you. Suddenly, you pull away from him, your fingers still in his hair as your chest falls up and down as you catch your breath. 
Jungkook’s doe eyes are wide and confused. “What?” 
You let your hands fall and take a few more breaths before speaking. “They’re out there… maybe we shouldn’t.” 
Jungkook closes his eyes but the corner of his lips twitches just slightly. “Right,” he says, breathless. 
You close your eyes as well and try to find the right words to proceed with. 
“I understand that you’re really stressed, and you’re going through a lot so this-,” you start to say. You open your eyes to find Jungkook reading your face with an unreadable expression. “I just… I want us to make sure that if this is going to happen again, that it doesn’t complicate things for us. We just made up, you know?” 
Jungkook steps back and his expression softens into a slight frown. He looks over the room for a few seconds before dragging his gaze back to you. “I don’t want you to feel like it’s a favor. Is it something you want?” 
“A favor?” You shake your head as you sit up and reach for his hand. “No Jungkook, I just mean… I just don’t want to lose you as my friend, and I just want us to be careful. I don’t want anyone getting hurt.” 
Jungkook’s frown dissipates and he gives you a half-hearted smile—as if he knows something you don’t. “I don’t regret it. Works for me.” 
Some strange feeling settles onto your chest at the look on his face. You reach for his face and he lets you cup his cheek. Your thumb runs along the small scar on his cheek. He closes his eyes slowly and leans into the touch. 
This is possibly the worst idea either of you have ever had, but as Jungkook’s hand finds its way onto your hip you get lost in the heat of his palm. You’re fogged up by the way his fingers squeeze at your side just gently. 
“Let’s talk later,” he whispers before he kisses your forehead. Then, he’s no longer touching you and you miss the warmth. Jungkook walks over to the door and opens it slowly as he fixes his hair with one hand. He leaves it open for a few seconds before he turns to nod for you to walk over. He leans over the door, “So what, future dads are buying tonight or?”
“We brought wine, what else do you want!” You hear Andre’s voice say.
Jungkook laughs as he steps out.
You take a minute to gather yourself, then walk out to the rest of your friends. The evening continues as the food is ordered, and a myriad of conversations erupt with little end to most of them. Jungkook sneaks a look at you here and there but you feel self-conscious with Yoongi in the room after knowing he’s aware of what happened.
By the time Taehyung and Sol come in, most of the food and snacks are gone. Still, the night continues into late hours with tipsy friends and laughter. It had been a long time since you’d experienced this with everyone. Seeing Hoseok here still warms your heart. Whenever Jungkook talks to him you can’t help but smile—he doesn’t do it much, still it means something. 
As 11 o’clock nears, your friends start drifting away through the door one by one. By the end, Jungkook, Taehyung, and Yoongi are the last ones sprawled over the living room as Sol and Nivi pretend like they aren’t falling asleep on the floor. 
“Okay, let’s go girls,” you say as you stand up. You stand over them and tap their heads. “Time for bed.” They groan but start to get up.
“Bye boyyyyyys,” Sol waves half heartedly with a tired hand.  
“Peace out,” Nivi mumbles as she stumbles with Sol under her arm into their bedroom. 
“We’ll help you clean,” Yoongi says as he drags himself up from the floor. 
“We?” Taehyung moans.
“Yes,” Yoongi says sternly and suddenly Taehyung is up with a smirk on his face. He will not let Yoongi clean in peace that’s for sure. 
Jungkook stands up from the floor and starts tidying up around the living room area while the other two clean out the take-out mess. “I’m gonna crash here, you guys can go and I’ll help Y/N finish up.” 
You see Taehyung and Yoongi share tiny smirks and you give Taehyung a stare when he looks at you. The amusement on his face falls and he chokes while Yoongi tries to hide his laughter. 
“We’ll just gather the trash and carry it out.” 
You realize you’ve just been standing between the kitchen and living room and start moving. After about thirty minutes, with Taehyung and Yoongi out, the apartment is cleaned up. 
Without saying a word, Jungkook takes your hand and pulls you into the bedroom. He stops in the middle of the room and points to the bed. “Is it okay if I sleep here, in the room?” he asks.
Your cheeks feel warm but you nod. Clearing your throat, you step away from him  and go to grab something to sleep in. “How was work, you didn’t share.” 
Jungkook sighs as he slumps down on the bed. You watch as he undoes a few top buttons on his shirt. He doesn’t often wear the café uniform but you imagine his brother is making him wear it every day. “Jungsoo is insufferable. He refuses to learn how to make a drink. Honestly, I’m sure he’s pretending not to know. He worked there his entire teenage years, how can he not remember?” 
“Well, you may be right. He probably is pretending. Some stuff is so easy to make.”
Jungkook gives you a soft look and nods. “Exactly. How can he not remember how to serve an espresso?”
You find one of Jungkook’s shirts in your things and hand it over to him. “Sorry, I don’t think I have pants for you.” 
Jungkook smirks, “Do I need them?” he says before he pulls you onto the bed eliciting a yelp from you. The clothes in your hands fall somewhere off the bed and you laugh as Jungkook moves over you as you lay on your back. “Shh, you’re gonna wake the girls,” he mutters before he buries his face in the crook of your neck. His lips start moving, gentle touches along your skin and you’re squirming under his warm and electrifying touch. 
Instinctively your knees bend on either side of him and wrap your arms around his neck. “Jungkook?” You practically moan the question. 
“Hmm,” he says in between kisses along your jaw. 
“You don’t want to talk some more… or-“ you’re interrupted by Jungkook’s lips on your mouth kissing you fervently. 
“All I wanna do is kiss you,” he whispers over your lips.
You nod, making your lips brush. “Okay,” you say, practically breathless. You can feel every inch of his warm body over you. 
One of his palms rests on the mattress while the other comfortably fits onto the dip on your side. The warmth of his hand makes you tingle all over. It makes you reach for his small waist. It’s hard to ignore the way he’s built like you’re meant to be jealous while also admiring him. In the rush of last night you realize you barely had any time to process anything—to process him. 
You look up to find his dark, wide, and shining eyes staring at you. He brushes his nose along yours and it’s like a magnet that pulls you up to his lips again. What his skin does to you has you baffled. You have always felt a pull to Jungkook, and you figured it had to do with your friendship, but now you’re not so sure. 
His hold on your waist tightens and he pulls you up to press against him while he kisses you deeply. As his hands move along your body, and your lips kiss along his skin it feels less and less wrong. It feels… normal. Like this is what should be happening. Although the anxious thoughts of jeopardizing your friendship continue to loom over in your head, you cannot ignore how good he feels under your hands and against your lips. Maybe it will be okay. It’s just sex. It’s Jungkook.
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Summary: Jungkook really shouldn’t have ventured into the house that no one else did, and he really should have seen the warning signs, but something about you drew him in, and now, he was in and never getting out.
🔞 (Minors DNI) | 😈 Smut | ❌Trigger Warning
Word Count: 5407 Words
Age: 18+
Pairings: Jungkook x Female Reader (Supernatural Reader)
Warnings: Unprotected sex. OC is a lot more than someone who manages a haunted house. Keep reading to find. Squirting, deception, and revenge at its finest. Multiple orgasms, and oral male and female receiving, call it a sinister Pokémon hunt?
Author’s Note: Kinkotober? Halloween smut, based very (EXTREMELY) loosely on the Haunting of the Bly Manor. Also, like lowkey based of Taylor Swift’s Blank Space MV, the last scene, where she kills the guy and then gets ready, and a new guy shows up at her door again and the music restarts. You’ll get it later 😅Thank you @thehorizon19 for reading this and editing it, I adore you endlessly ♥️
Taglist: @bonvoyagenoona @bringmetheksj @mochilatae @m-yg93 @skyys-universe @namjooningelsewhere @gukkmoans @moonchild1
© playmetheclassics 2021. All rights reserved.
Jungkook loved Halloween. It was the perfect time to play jokes and scare the shit out of people and the perfect time to encourage his “no fear, and YOLO” agenda. But tonight, he had different plans. He was going to do something that no one would dare, and for that very reason, Jungkook had to do it.
There was a mansion on Hill Street. It was rumoured to be haunted; people said that the manor’s walls had seen brutal murders, slashings, and once housed a mob boss’s family and anyone who ever crossed them was met with a long and torturous death.
The story was that anyone who walked into that house never came out, and every Halloween, some idiot would venture into that house to never be seen again.
Jungkook laughed at all the rumours, but tonight he was about to become that idiot. “Dude, just keep your location on, okay? Once you get to the house, just send me a message with your location, and if your ass isn’t out by tomorrow, I’ll get the police,” Jimin warned. He was exhausted from trying to reason with Jungkook.
Jungkook could be as stubborn as a mule, and he nodded, seeing how Jimin finally gave in, which made him so happy.
“I’m fucking serious. If you don’t send a location, I’ll kill you before whatever resides in that house kills you first!” Jimin said, and Jungkook nodded, this time taking the words of his friend thoughtfully.
“Noted, now I shall see you tomorrow when the house hasn’t killed me,” Jungkook jokes, making Jimin glare at him.
God, how he hated Jungkook’s adventurous streak and how he hated that he didn’t have ropes to tie him to a chair until Halloween was over.
Jimin knew, Halloween or not, Jungkook would still venture into the house regardless. Might as well let him do it once, get spooked and never try again, Jimin rationalised as he glared at Jungkook, who excitedly packed his bag and laced up his boots.
“Alright, see you never Hyung!” Jungkook said as he headed towards the door, earning a smack upside his head from Jimin.
“Shut the fuck up, get your adrenaline fix. And I will see you later, you brat!” Jimin nearly yelled, and Jungkook nodded, giving Jimin a tight hug before leaving.
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“Damn!” Jungkook said as he entered the forest where the manor was. He wouldn’t lie to himself. It was eerie. The entire journey here was right out of a horror movie.
It was dark and foggy and oddly quiet. It was just an old house, according to Jungkook, nothing else. Just a stupid old place with horrible rumours.
Jungkook would merely step inside, take a selfie and possibly say hi to a non-existent disembodied soul and then leave. And then brag to Jimin about how he was invincible and how Jimin was too worried for his good.
However, despite how brave Jungkook was, he couldn’t ignore the feeling that he was being followed or watched as he got out of his car and approached the manor.
Jungkook always had a terrible habit of walking with his head held too high. Often, this meant he would misstep and trip, and that’s precisely what he did as he approached the manor.
Jungkook tripped and scratched up his knee. He hissed in pain as he got up on his feet, only to jump in fear when he felt a hand on his back.
“Hi,” a small voice spoke from behind him. The voice filled the silence of the forest, and Jungkook swore his heart nearly stopped. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.
“Fuck- what the hell,” Jungkook gasped, panting hard as he placed his hand over his chest to steady his erratic heartbeat.
“Jesus, who are you?” Jungkook asked you. There was something about you, he thought, something ethereal and angelic. It was almost as if you were glowing. However, he didn’t dwell on it for too long. It was a forest, and it was foggy, it could have just been his eyes.
“Y/N,” you said, and Jungkook nodded slowly. “Are you following me or something? Who else would like to come to the Hill Manor?” He asked, staring at you, and you let out a soft laugh that Jungkook could have sworn sounded like music, like a choir of angels singing.
But there was a hint of something more sinister in your laughter. But again he didn’t dwell on it for too long, after all, ghosts didn’t really exist for him.
“I manage the Hill Manor, so I guess it’s my turn to ask you what you’re doing here? More importantly, what’s your name?” You asked, moving your hand away from Jungkook’s back. And he swore that he felt the part that your hands were just on tingle. It didn’t hurt, but it felt funny.
Again, he didn’t overthink it.
“Jungkook,” he said, smiling softly at you.
“Fuck, aren’t you nervous to, like, live here? Aren’t there ghosts and shit inside?” Jungkook asked, making you smile. The sweetest smile ever, he thought.
“Ghosts don’t exist, but I’m guessing you’re an adrenaline junkie. Here to prove something to your friends?” You suggested, and Jungkook nodded shyly.
“Well, it’s a good thing I caught you. Most people try to break in and then run away when they hear my footsteps approach the front door,” you joked, making Jungkook smile.
“Come on, why don’t you come in? I’ll get you a band-aid or something for your knee, then you can take as many selfies as you want,” you offered, and Jungkook nodded as he followed you towards the manor.
Jungkook could have sworn that the blood loss was affecting him more than usual. When you were walking, it looked like you were floating.
Not walking.
Your feet never touched the ground, but maybe that was something he saw due to blood loss, and again, the forest was foggy.
People don’t float.
“Holy shit,” Jungkook said as he entered the manor, and you closed the door behind him. “What? Did you expect bodies and carnage?” You asked, and Jungkook shrugged, making you laugh.
“I manage this house, so I make sure to clean, and care for it. Besides, why would I want to make it look less appealing when my job is to get this place sold?” You explained, and Jungkook nodded as he looked around the house.
“Wait, you have buyers interested in this property? I thought the scary stories would have scared them off?” Jungkook asked, and you smiled at him.
“Well, I guess. I hope to find one of those eccentric buyers that think living in a possibly haunted house is cool,” you joked, making him grin at you.
“Why don’t you sit down? I’ll grab a first aid kit for you,” you suggested, and Jungkook nodded as he sat down in the living room.
Everything was modern, but he couldn’t help but notice the oil paintings on the wall. They were portraits, and he could have sworn one of the faces resembled yours. But again, he didn’t give it much thought.
“I can’t take these down. It adds intrigue to the house,” you said as you found Jungkook eyeing the paintings. “I could have sworn one of these looks like you,” he jokes, earning a smile from you.
“Now, wouldn’t that be crazy?” You said, laughing and Jungkook nodded, agreeing.
It would be fucking crazy.
“I thought you were grabbing a first aid kit?” Jungkook asked as he saw a wet washcloth in your hand and disinfectant in the other.
“My grandma taught me old school methods. She said it’s always important to learn how to treat injuries without relying on modern inventions,” you explained, making him nod.
“Will I still get a band-aid?” Jungkook jokes, and you smile, nodding. “Of course,” you said as you sat down on the couch next to him.
“Lift,” you said, nudging Jungkook’s thigh, and he hesitated. You rolled your eyes and slid off the couch to sit on your knees in front of him.
“Oh no, I can lift my leg,” Jungkook said quickly, feeling bad for making you sit on the floor. You smiled, shaking your head at him.
“Lean back, let me clean your knees. You have tiny pebbles and dirt on them,” you said, and he nodded, leaning back.
Jungkook winced when you dabbed his knee with the disinfectant. “Ow!” Jungkook whined, earning a soft chuckle from you.
“I thought a man covered in tattoos would have a stronger pain threshold?” You joked, earning a scowl from him.
“That was voluntary pain, this is not,” Jungkook explained, and you shrugged. “You decided to visit this manor. Despite everyone, I’m sure, telling you not to, sounds pretty voluntary to me,” you said as you dabbed an ointment on his wound.
“Are you always this sassy?” Jungkook asked, and you smiled at him. “It depends on my mood,” you said. “And what has gotten you particularly sassy on this Halloween?” He asked, and you sighed.
“Well, before I could throw haunted house parties, but some realtors have said it’s bad press and once a family decided to bring their toddler here, needless to say, she got spooked. Since then Halloween has become quite lonely,” you explained, and Jungkook nodded.
“Until you tripped. I was taking a walk, and as I was heading back, I saw you were first staring at the house and then fell over,” you explained, earning a glare from Jungkook.
“You saw me fall and didn’t help?” He asked incredulously.
“I’m helping now, aren’t I?” You spoke, and Jungkook nodded. You smiled, placing a band-aid on his knee and standing up.
“Thanks,” Jungkook said. “Uh, anyway I can make it up to you?” Jungkook asked as you sat on the coffee table across from him.
“I’d say join me for a drink, but I’m guessing you drove here?” You said, and Jungkook nodded sadly. “Ah, yeah, fuck- I’m sorry,” he said, scratching his neck slightly.
Just then, as if by some force of God or magic, the wind started to howl outside, and the tell-tale signs of a thunderstorm soon followed, making Jungkook groan.
“Welp, I guess I’m here until that dies down. I hope that’s okay?” Jungkook asked, and you nodded.
“More than okay. What’s your poison?” You asked, and he stared at you strangely.
“I feel like that’s a terrible thing to ask someone in a haunted house,” Jungkook jokes, and you laughed, leaning forward as you stood up.
“Do you scare easily?” You asked, and he looked up to meet your gaze.
“Nope, and I’ll have whatever you’re having,” Jungkook said, leaning back into the couch, making you smile at him as you wandered off to the kitchen.
“Here you go,” you said, handing Jungkook a glass of brown liquid with ice, and Jungkook took a sip as the liquid burned his throat.
“Fuck, what is that?” He asked. He didn’t exactly hate the taste, but it certainly didn’t feel normal.
“Whiskey, but it’s kind of an old treasure from this house. One of the previous owners had it, and well, I guess it got stronger over time?” You explained, and Jungkook nodded.
“You’re drinking a dead man’s liquor. That’s got to be a solid reason to haunt you,” he jokes, making you roll your eyes at him.
“Why are you so damn convinced this house is haunted?” You asked, and Jungkook shrugged. “Where there’s smoke, there’s usually fire,” he said wisely, earning a chuckle from you.
“Alright, ghostbuster, do you want a tour of this manor?” You asked, and Jungkook nodded. “Finish your drink, and I’ll show you the house. Then you can decide whether or not this house is haunted,” you said, making him smile.
“Deal, but I do want a selfie with a ghost,” Jungkook joked as he finished his drink.
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“Oh, wow- I can see why this place would scare someone, though,” Jungkook said as he followed you up the grand stairs into the hallway that leads to the bedrooms.
“So if I opened the door to one of these rooms, would I see a spirit?” He asked playfully, earning a nudge from you.
Just as Jungkook laughed, a flash of lightning illuminated the second floor of the manor. He swore he saw someone behind you, just a shadow, but it wasn’t yours.
He just shook his head to get rid of the thoughts.
“Scared?” You teased, and Jungkook glared at you.
“Here,” you said, handing him a bottle of liquor. “Liquid courage,” you said, and Jungkook nodded, taking the bottle from you and taking a large swig of the brown liquid, letting it soothe his nerves and burn his throat.
“Okay, I’ll say this-this place is quite creepy,” Jungkook said as you guided him along the first floor and to another set of stairs.
“Come on, let me show you the best part,” you said as you climbed up the stairs, only for Jungkook to grab your wrist slowly.
“Wait, can I walk ahead?” He asked, waiting for you to tease him, but you just smiled at him.
“Are you scared?” You asked. There was no humour in your tone. You were honestly concerned.
“Spooked,” Jungkook admitted, and you smiled at him. “Sorry. Come on, we can relax in my room. It’s a lot less creepy,” you said, making him nod.
There was something so terrifying about the dark hallways in this house, almost as if someone was waiting in the dark, in the shadows, ready to grab him and drag him to their slow and painful death.
Jungkook smiled when you grabbed his hand and guided him to your room. He felt that you were slightly cold to the touch, but the entire house felt cold. He definitely thought you needed to sit in front of the fireplace or something, but then again, you lived here. You were probably used to how drafty the house was.
“Here,” you said, letting go of Jungkook’s hand as you opened your bedroom door. You let him in first and turned around to close the door behind you, not bothering to lock it.
“Yeah, this room is a lot more, I guess, bright?” Jungkook said, not knowing what to say. He wanted to say that this was the first part of the house that didn’t look insidious or scary. You walked closer to him, placing your hand on his back. He jumped slightly but relaxed when he turned to face you.
“You can say you’re scared. I wouldn’t judge. At all. My first three months in this house, it was hell. I’d lie awake every night and sleep during the day. But you get used to it, you know,” you said, and Jungkook nodded as he smiled at you gratefully.
“Why don’t you sit?” You said as you guided him to your bed, and Jungkook nodded, kicking his shoes off and sitting on your bed, wincing slightly when his wounded knee grazed your mattress.
“You okay?” You said, approaching him and standing in between his legs. Jungkook nodded, smiling at you.
Jungkook didn’t know what exactly it was, but there was something magnetic about you. He first felt it when you touched his back when he fell, and it never went away.
You were drawing him in, and for some reason, Jungkook felt at ease. You didn’t have wings or devil ears. You were just a human with a strange job.
“I’m just going to change into something more comfortable, but why don’t you make yourself at home?” You suggested, and Jungkook nodded as he settled further into your bed, allowing the soft sheets to caress his skin.
Jungkook fished out his phone to message Jimin and update him. He did breathe out a sigh of relief when he saw that his phone hadn’t mysteriously died upon setting foot into the house. That would usually happen in all horror movies.
Jungkook shot Jimin a text with his location, replied to a few other messages, and sent Jimin a selfie and a quick note about how you helped him out.
Jimin replied, ‘use protection,’ making him chuckle as he placed his phone on your bedside table and smiled at you when you emerged from the bathroom.
“You’re glowing. You know that?” Jungkook said, and you smiled at him. “What?” You asked, laughing as you climbed into the bed, sitting inches away from Jungkook.
“You have this glow around you. Literally, like an angel, a halo if you will,” Jungkook said, and you rolled your eyes at him.
“Oh, if this is what your pickup game is like, I’m guessing you are single,” you said, and Jungkook pouted at you. “Hey, I am indeed single, but that wasn’t my game. I was merely stating a fact,” he said, and you smiled, inching closer to him.
Jungkook was painfully aware of the fact that your version of changing was simply removing your hoodie, leaving you in your tight tank top and leggings that hugged every inch of your legs. You weren’t wearing a bra, he could tell.
He tried to be a gentleman, but he was only human. Your hardened nipples were poking through your shirt, and Jungkook wanted to latch his lip around them while his hand played with the other.
“Then what is your game like?” You asked, your voice low, and he smiled at you. “I don’t talk a lot. I prefer to show,” he said, staring directly at you, making you smile at him.
“Show?” You asked, playing along with him.
“Would you like it if I demonstrate?” Jungkook asked, and you nodded.
“May I?” He asked, and you nodded, yelping slightly as Jungkook wrapped his arm around you and pulled you onto his lap.
“You’re so cold,” he said as he wrapped his arm around your waist, his fingers moving to inch up your tank top slightly and settling on your skin.
“I guess you’ll have to warm me up?” You said, making him smirk. “And my pull game is weak?” Jungkook teased, earning a frown from you, and laughed.
“Fuck, Y/N, If I start, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop,” Jungkook said, and you smiled at him.
“Then don’t stop,” you whispered, and Jungkook groaned as you moved to place a soft kiss on his neck. “Fuck, shouldn’t I at least take you out on a date or something?” He asked, and you smiled, sitting on his lap.
“You wanted to pay me back for fixing up your knee? This can be it,” you said, and Jungkook grinned.
“Fuck, I came here with the intent of taking a selfie with a ghost,” Jungkook joked as he pulled you in closer, and you laughed. “We’ll just say you fucked one,” you joked as he laughed along with you.
“Come here, let me show you how grateful I am,” Jungkook said as he pulled you in for a kiss, and you moaned, immediately kissing him back with his lips, gently massaging yours. He moved away when he felt you tug at his shirt and lifted his arms, allowing you to take off his top.
“So good,” you mewled as you took in his body. His abs seemed to trail down endlessly. Jungkook smirked before pulling you back in for a kiss, this one more desperate, making you moan. He took it as an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss.
His hands moved to the hem of your tanked top, and he yanked it and pulled it off your body, exposing your breasts to him. “Fucking hell, your tits are amazing,” Jungkook moaned in approval as he wrapped his lips around your hardened nipple while his other hand massaged your other breast.
“May I?” he asked, as his hand slithered down to your cunt.
“Fuck, Jungkook, please,” you begged, and he shamelessly smirked at your state. He pushed you off his lap and onto the bed, laying you on your back. Jungkook’s hands went to your leggings and pulled them off along with your panties, groaning and moaning when he saw how wet you were.
“Fuck, all this for me?” Jungkook asked, making you sigh in pleasure. His hands trailed up your thigh and stopped, spreading your legs apart further, laying down between them. You could feel his breath on your cunt, and it didn’t help that he gently blew on your cunt, making you buck your pussy into his face.
Jungkook gripped your thighs tighter and pulled you close, his nose hitting your clit, making you moan at the touch.
He moved his mouth to wrap around your cunt, sliding his tongue up and down your folds. He was listening to your moans, waiting to see when his tongue would meet the spot that would have you cumming. Your thighs started thrashing in his grip, and he figured that he had found the perfect place.
He moved and wrapped his lips around your clit, his tongue jutting out and harshly flicking at your clit. Your hands went to his hair, knotting themselves in his soft curls. Jungkook slipped two fingers into your cunt and moved them in and out of your pussy, and you felt yourself tighten around his fingers.
“Fuck, Jungkook, so good,” you breathed out. Jungkook moaned into your pussy, the vibrations making you clench even more. He enjoyed the praise, eager to please. He kept moving his mouth, sucking and flicking your clit, while his tattooed fingers were fingering your pussy.
You felt something snap, and you pulled at Jungkook’s hair. You fell apart on his tongue and fingers. He wasted no time in lapping up your release.
It was almost inhuman how quickly you undid Jungkook’s trousers and shrugged them off. Within seconds your lips were wrapped around his cock.
Jungkook was thick, and your hands wrapped around the remainder of his length as you took him and started to suck him. He let out a sound that sounded like a mix between a low growl and a strangled whimper as you continued to suck him.
You grazed your nails along his thighs, and he whimpered, bucking his length into your throat, making you gag slightly. You kept sucking until you felt him still and released in your mouth.
Jungkook couldn’t get enough of you. His eyes drank you in; his mouth was desperate to taste you again. He approached you and lifted your legs, placing them on his shoulder, his mouth immediately finding your cunt.
Jungkook dove straight in, his thick tongue flicking against your swollen clit. Your hands made their way into his hair. He pushed in three fingers this time, and it didn’t take much before you came on his tongue. Jungkook lapped at your release while you whimpered in oversensitivity.
“Let me kiss it better?” Jungkook offered.
You rolled your eyes at him, “just fucking do something.”
Jungkook smirked as he dove straight in. Again. He started by running his tongue along your folds, moaning at the taste. He gently grazed his teeth against your clit, making you buck your face against his mouth. He wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked while his tongue constantly ran over your swollen clit.
“More,” you begged as your head fell back into the bed. Jungkook complied and slipped three fingers inside you as you moaned at the stretch.
Jungkook moved his three fingers against the inside of your pussy and kept hitting against the rough patch of the skin. His tongue kept running over your clit while his three fingers thrust in and out of you at a fast pace.
“Fuck, Jungkook, I want to cum,” you whimpered as he kept fingering and licking you. Jungkook moved his fingers faster, and you felt your orgasm wash over you, your thighs threatening to snap shut around Jungkook’s head.
“Mm?” He looked up and smirked when he saw how fucked out you looked. Jungkook helped you ride out your orgasm with his fingers and tongue, and you were practically mewling as you tugged on his hair. He loved knowing that he could do that with just his tongue.
Jungkook rubbed his cock against your wet folds several times and then pushed in. “Fuck,” you hissed. “Fuck, you’re tight,” Jungkook groaned.
You hissed as the stretch was quite intense after two orgasms, but he felt so good. “Move,” you whispered, and that’s all it took for Jungkook to lift your legs and place them on his shoulders, allowing him to hit deeper inside you.
His thrusts were rough, and each time he would withdraw only to push back harder and deeper.
Jungkook’s thrusts started to get more uneven as he reached his orgasm. He reached down and rubbed at your swollen clit, making you cum around his cock, and he came inside you soon after, making you moan at the feeling.
He removed your legs from his shoulder and moved down your body. Jungkook’s mouth found your cunt, as he licked his cum out of you, making you orgasm yet again. You whimpered, tugging at his hair and pulling him up to hold you.
You came around his tongue whimpering in pleasure, but Jungkook wasn’t done. He got off his knees and pulled you into his arms. Your back was pressed against his chest, and he spread your legs wide open as he trailed two fingers down to your cunt.
Jungkook wasted no time. He slipped his fingers into your cunt and started pumping them in your cunt. He had one goal, and that was to make you cum as much as you could.
“Fuck,” you moaned as you grabbed his tattooed arm. Jungkook moaned as he sucked on your neck. You felt your vision fade as you came hard and practically snapped your legs shut and curled into Jungkook’s embrace.
“Fuck, that was,” you stopped speaking when you saw you had squirted all over his hands. “That was fucking hot,” Jungkook said as he pulled you closer to him.
“Happy Halloween, I guess?” Jungkook said, laughing, making you smile as he pulled you into his arms. “Fuck so good,” you said, curling into his chest and placing soft kisses on them.
Jungkook found your kisses intoxicating. They were making him dizzy, but maybe that was just a testament to how good your kisses were. You smirked when you noticed that he, just like many, fell asleep the minute you kissed him. He was deep asleep, knowing he would stay that way for a while.
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“This fucking moron,” Jimin cursed as he got out of his car. It had been a day since Jungkook left on his stupid adventure. He hadn’t returned home since Jimin was aware he had a female visitor who kept him occupied, but he hadn’t replied, and he did also enter an allegedly haunted house.
Who knows what could have happened to him.
Jimin stepped out of his car and glanced at the manor suspiciously. Why would anyone in their right mind ever venture into this house that was beyond eerie and looked like it was straight out of the multiple horror movies Jungkook frequently watched.
The fog in the forest made it hard to see, but he swore that the ground he was walking on was smooth until he tripped. While Jimin was prone to falling off most objects, the land was smooth, so why did he stumble and graze his knee, and why did it almost feel like he was pushed? He looked around but saw no one.
Jimin shook his head, cursing when he saw his knee bleeding. He hissed in pain as he got up on his feet, only to jump in fear when he felt a hand on his back.
“Hi,” a small voice spoke from behind him, the voice filling the silence of the forest, and Jimin swore his heart nearly stopped. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea, and perhaps he could go on with the rest of his life without wondering if Jungkook was fucked and killed by a demon.
“Fuck!” Jimin yelled, panting hard as he placed his hand over his chest to steady his erratic heartbeat.
“Jesus, who are you?” Jimin asked you. There was something about you, he thought. Something ethereal and angelic. It was almost as if you were glowing. However, he didn’t dwell on it for too long. It was a forest, and it was foggy. It could have just been his eyes.
“Y/N,” you said, and Jimin nodded slowly.“Are you following me or something? Who else would come to the Hill Manor?” He asked, staring at you, and you let out a soft laugh that Jimin could have sworn sounded like music, like a choir of angels singing. But there was a hint of something more sinister in your laughter. Again, Jimin didn’t dwell on it for too long. After all, ghosts didn’t exist for him.
“I manage the Hill Manor, so I guess it’s my turn to ask you what you’re doing here? More importantly, what’s your name?” You asked, and Jimin smiled, replying.
You smiled, blushing.
“You must be Jungkook’s friend. He’s- uh, recovering. Why don’t you come in, and I’ll get you a band-aid for your knee?” You suggested, and Jimin nodded.
You seemed harmless, and you smirked as Jimin followed you into the manor. You did the same thing with Jimin, flirted, fixed his grazed knee, and planted a soft kiss on his cheek, saying how good of a friend he was, and that was enough.
If a man kissed you, they’d be fine. But if you initiated the kiss on any part of their body, that was when they would fall under your spell, enraptured, and bound, and kept.
The first step was to establish some physical contact, and you did that by pushing the men down the minute they stepped towards the manor.
Then you would appear. Act as a regular Florence Nightingale and try to heal their wounds, and then, once you are done, you would, with each touch, make them fall more and more for you.
And with every touch exchanged, the poor souls would forget why they were ever in the manor, to begin with.
All they’d know is that they wanted to spend their time in the manor ravaging you, and you would let them, gladly.
And when you were done with that, you would kiss them. A final kiss, a kiss which had the magic to put them to sleep as you moved them into another room.
A room where all your lovers and conquests would stay, be well fed and taken care of. But they could never leave, and if they tried, then you shuddered to think what would happen. You hated to ever kill one of those handsome gullible men.
Which is precisely what you thought when you moved Jimin to his private room. He could never leave, but only you could enter. There were seven rooms in the house for this purpose, and you would take your sweet time filling them up.
It made you laugh at times. All the signs were there, the old whiskey, the portrait that had your face on it.
It was your manor. You ruled it and haunted it.
You were left heartbroken by a man once—well, several centuries ago. But with the perks of being an immortal and a succubus, you decided that you would get rid of the wings and the tail, and adopt a more modern look and lure men in.
No man was ever going to leave you. You’d ensure it. You smirked as you locked Jimin’s door and checked in on Jungkook as he was still sound asleep. You knew he had five other friends, and one by one, you will capture them all and keep them.
Had they been wise, they would have paid attention to the rumours because, indeed, there was no way to leave once you entered this house. They were all yours.
“All mine,” you said, caressing Jungkook’s soft face as you closed his door and took his phone to message his friend Taehyung. And once he texted that he was once his way, all you had to do was quietly wait by the forest, trip him up, and you’d have another one.
In the end, you could say, “Finally, they’re all mine.”
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huihuiheart · 8 hours ago
Flufftober D22: Planning Ahead - Jungkook
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Pairing: Jungkook x Female Reader
Genre: Fluff
Summary: Jungkook has been thinking about the future and he wants to be sure he has what it takes for what you two have planned for the future.
Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy. 
Word Count: 322
You looked up as the doorbell rang, moving to get up to answer it until Jungkook puts a hand on your shoulder and gently pushes you back down. His form practically lunges over you to be able to get to the door as you watch slightly stunned at the display.
“Don’t get up- I’ll do it.” Jungkook calls as he reaches the door out of breath, looking at the tiny package at the door and bringing it in, “Oh, did you order something babe?”
“Yeah, is that my package?” You question moving to get up again until he shoots you a look, making you raise a brow. He’s been acting weird all day. Refusing to let you do anything all day, and whenever you did get up he was following you around like a lost puppy, “What is up with you today?”
“What do you mean?” Jungkook inquires innocently as he tilts his head, blinking at you as he tries to figure out what you meant, “Did I do something wrong?”
“, you’re just doing everything for me and it’s different. Is something wrong? Are you worried about something?” You cup his cheeks, looking into his eyes as you try to figure out how he was feeling and therefore his motivation for acting like this. Thrown off some as he shakes his head, cheeks burning brightly.
“It’s not that. I was just thinking about some things and I wanted to practice.....” He trails off, slowly meeting your gaze again. As your brows furrow only more confused at that point.
“Practicing for what?” Your question makes Jungkook’s blush darken even more. 
“Practicing for in the future when we start growing our family...and you’re pregnant. I’ll have to be around more and do more for you, and I want to start preparing myself for that. I know it’s going to be hard on you so I want to do my best to be here.”
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noteguk · 3 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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opaljm · 21 days ago
i. legend of the lamp (m) – jjk
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➺ pairing: genie!jungkook x female reader
➺ genres/tropes: fluff; humor; smut; fantasy au; magic au; strangers to lovers
➺ warning/content tags: 18+; explicit sexual content: female masturbation (solo shower time activities, pro anal enthusiast y/n she wants it SOO bad but is very deep in denial); underwater sexual activities plz do not attempt at home you might drown (kissing, fingering, multiple orgasms, boob kink jeon makes his debut, he likes to bite and make it hurt but he also likes to kiss it better); sex in public (jungkook is an exhibitionist freak, y/n and jungkook give the ‘mile high’ club a new meaning, very mild food play, mean cocky jungkook shows up as expected, jjk's dirty talk is UNMATCHED, gross nasty jeon with the spit/licking kink, overstimulation, orgasm denial, the slightest bit of breath play/choking kink, impregnation kink is mentioned, possessive attention whore jungkook); sloppy cunnilingus with too much teeth tbh, finger fucking, there’s almost fisting but they both wimped out— there's always next time tho ;), forced orgasms, big dick hung like a fucking stallion jeon jungkook, unprotected sex but its fine cuz koo is a genie with fetus deletus powers, spanking, soft dom jk who degrades y/n like a CHAMP if it were a contest he would be winning a gold medal for it, jungkook likes to punish y/n until she can’t even think straight, standing up sex courtesy of strength demon jeon, praise thirsty competitive af constantly wanting validation jungkook, they both have a size kink let’s be real, reader has a strength kink throughout this entire fic she just wants to be manhandled and thrown around like she’s jungkook’s pretty sex doll, soft passionate sex, creampie, lovely aftercare from our cleaning fairy koo
➺ word count: 23k semi-edited but im too tired to actually do it properly :(
➺ summary: Jungkook has been serving his time as a genie for the last 2000 years, unfortunately stuck in a lamp for the last 200 years before he is woken from his slumber by a beautiful woman who somehow activates his lamp while making a wish that ends up letting him out. After eons of having to bend over backwards to make the desires of evil individuals from power hungry dictators to spoiled princesses come into fruition, he’s updated his contract to be more choosy over who the lamp allows to be his master. It comes to his great surprise that this woman was able to make the lamp work and that she only yearns to be loved and no longer be lonely. But all of the wishes he grants now have time constraints, another caveat he added to the contract, and he wonders what life would be like if he had never made that stupid rule. Because, as the week progresses, he finds himself falling deeper and deeper into her spell, pondering what it would be like if he never had to stop playing the role of her man. 
➺ author’s note: Sorry for disappearing after announcing a fic, I had a health scare which kind of had the domino effect of making me have a really shitty three weeks regarding my education and future and pulling me into a depressive episode (which yea turns out can be firmly blamed on the medication I've been taking because its a possible side effect). It's been a mess and a half but, I'm here, the fic's here (or half of it anyways). I hope you all enjoy it and leave some love 💕 Also, if I had known that all of that shit would’ve happened, I would’ve posted part one a lot longer ago, since you all know I had finished writing it a while back. I just kept holding out hope that I would be able to finish the entire fic in time but life got in the way of that. I hope that y’all don’t hold that against me too much! Part two will drop after Jimin’s birthday fic drop so I don’t fuck up that deadline as well! I’m under a lot of pressure as one of the hosts of his birthday collaboration. Please, please, please leave feedback for this story. Since it’s a two shot, your feedback is absolutely critical in helping my self-esteem about the direction of the story and flowing my creative juices for writing part two! 
This fic is a part of Namkook’s Moonrise Masquerade! Banner made by @kimtaehyunq​. Beta-read by @jimilter​ (miss girl helped out with the content warnings too we love her!), @ressjeon​, and @amourtae​ the lovely angels❣️
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Today has just absolutely not been your day. 
It seems like things went off to a rough start from right when your morning began. You woke up late because your alarm clock hadn’t gone off, and in your hurry to leave for work this morning, you picked out your outfit for the day half asleep as you attempted to brush your teeth and comb through the unruly mess that was your bedheaded locks of hair. When you spit out that white cloud of mint flavored foam, it got on your peach colored lavallière top, staining the silk pussycat bow. 
You ended up wearing a too tight black with gray pinstripes pencil skirt you kept meaning to donate to Goodwill, but never quite got around to it, and a silky white blouse that you had loved when you thrifted but then later had realized that the abstract black lines that made up its designs were not flowers like you initially had thought but were rather depictions of nude female silhouettes. The shirt is lovely; it’s certainly a statement piece and one that would look great on you on most occasions and would make for a darling ‘outfit of the day’ post on Instagram, however it is not exactly workplace appropriate attire for the public university where you work as an admissions counselor. 
But even with that little kerfuffle, you had not been too stressed early on in the day. Oh, if only you knew how badly the rest of the day would continue to be. As you went out the door, you smartly thought of snatching your black peacoat off the coat hook in the entryway, which could be used to cover up the sexually deviant positions the ladies on your shirt were contorted into. You ended up needing it too, after a mishap at the coffee shop in the student union left you with dark coffee dripping down your torso and making your shirt transparent as it clung to you with the wet sugariness of the shaken espresso seeped with vanilla syrup. 
Things continued to go badly during your appointment with an incoming freshman and her parents who wanted to pull her out of the university because of the trouble she had gotten into over the summer after graduating from high school. Your heart goes out to the girl after remembering how badly that conversation had gone and how despite your best attempts, neither you nor she could sway her parents’ made up minds. You weren’t even able to convince them to change her enrollment to an off-campus one where she could commute from her parents house, whereas she was previously an on-campus student with a room in the freshmen dorms. They wanted her to pay for her actions by going to community college and getting a part time job.
Making matters worse, you had almost thrown up the 6-inch Subway tuna melt you had gotten and now as you walk home, in your pinching heels, too tight skirt, and your peacoat hiding your stained shirt, to your apartment just two miles away on the far end of the glittering and bustling university village that was adjacent to one of the largest and most vibrant cities in the country, it starts to drizzle.
Normally, you do not mind the rain. Of course, your previous attitude of the rain was based on the fact that you did not have too many experiences of being wet like a drowning rat, caught in the middle of the storm without an umbrella or any sort of protection while wearing shoes that were not that slip resistant. 
You sigh as you continue onwards, wondering if maybe you should duck into the Target that you are passing to buy an umbrella. But you already know that Target will be out of stock, like it always is out of stock during unexpected bouts of rain because the students buy out the umbrellas, even going so far as to making the overpriced ones in the student store, that are in the school colors and have the school’s mascot imprinted on them bold and center, out of stock. 
When you finally do get home, you leave your wet shoes on the mat you have just inside the entrance, toeing them off and exchanging them for your fuzzy pink bunny slippers that are not only soft and dry but a huge and warm comfort to your freezing feet. You scamper your way to the opposite side of the apartment, sliding the glass doors that lead to the balcony open, and you hang your coat off of the backs of one of your iron outdoor chairs for it to dry, or at least keep it from dripping all over your apartment. 
You debate whether you should take your clothes off on the balcony too. You’re not afraid of university students seeing you; your apartment is out of most of their price ranges except for the richest of them all, but even knowing that, you don’t have a lot of fear since half of your balcony is covered in thin mesh privacy netting. The half of your wraparound balcony that is exposed to the elements is the part of it that you can access from your bedroom’s sliding doors as well. Not wasting another second, you quickly shed the offending articles of clothing off, just standing there in your fuzzy slippers and a matching black pair of Sabrina panties and brassiere from Honey Birdette. You regret your decision instantly as the transparent tulle and ribbons of lace do nothing to protect you from the blasts of wind causing the rain to drift your way but you fight through it. After letting those clothes hang to dry as well, you make your way back in, bypassing the living room to head straight for the shower. 
Your black underwear set clings to your body, you notice when you catch a glimpse of yourself of the giant mirror that takes over half the wall over your dual sink vanity. You see a figure with hardened plum colored nipples, covered in goosebumps, staring back at you. Her eyes widen from her surprise at how her body quivers even indoors and her hair is drying in messy curly tendrils around her ears. You look almost unrecognizable.
Flittering around the modern minimalistic styled bathroom, you busy yourself turning on the shower and waiting for the water to turn warm, as it always takes the pipes a moment to heat up. In the interim, you grab two fuzzy towels, one for your hair and one for your body, to throw over the glass partition of the shower since there are no conveniently placed towel racks. You also grab your fancy pink “cloud” face wash from the sink, which honestly does too little for its steep price point, in your opinion, and your A Thousand Wishes body cream from Bath & Body Works, that you had stocked up on during the summer semi-annual sale. 
By now, the water is finally hot enough and starting to steam up your bathroom a bit. You slide off your bra and step out of your panties before flinging them into the laundry hamper. Walking into the shower stall is a welcome respite after your long day. For a moment, you just stand there motionless, letting your eyes flutter shut as the showerhead jets water over you, soaking your hair completely and soothing your worn out exhausted muscles. You could pass out from comfort in the shower and that would be horrible but oh you understand now why some people are able to fall asleep in their baths. 
Your shampoo and conditioner bottles are the pump kind so you don’t need to put in too much effort to squeeze out the peony and amaretto scented ambery gold colored liquid into your cupped palm. Today is going to be a simple shower; you’re too drained to go into your whole hair routine with its scalp scrubs, serums, and hair masks, in addition to the usual shampooing and conditioning you do. When it's finally worked into your hair, making it foamy from how well you scrubbed it in, you let the shower wash your hands clean and let the suds disperse. 
Your shower gel is A Thousand Wishes scented too; you’re not the type to mix scents and give yourself a migraine when you can avoid it. Abandoning the loofah, you decide to run your soapy hands over your body for a quick clean. When your hands skim over your breasts and your long acrylic nude ombre nails catch on a nipple, instantly turning the already hard nub into a rock solid bullet, you stifle a surprised moan. Your mind whirls as you recover from the sensation. 
Even as fatigue clouds your mind, the world seems to get closer as your senses become hyperaware. Suddenly you can feel the cool stone underneath your feet that much more as your toes curl in pleasure from how it contrasts wonderfully with the warm water cascading over you. As your hands wander down your body, molding your palms against every curve and divot, the shower gel and water provides a nice lubrication, making it easy for you to slide your fingers over your body. You have to press harder to make your touches rougher, and the delicious friction that comes from those more frantic brushes make your voice catch in the back of your throat before it crawls its way up in the form of a delicious keen.
Oh, what you would do to have a gorgeous male manhandle you right now. You like it rough; you like a little bit of force that reminds you of the strength behind his muscles that you know he would never use on you but the idea that he could make your strength and size kinks come alive. Your hand now transverses over to your throat and you wrap your slim fingers around it, your long nails lightly scraping against the delicate flesh, relishing in the hold but sighing in frustration that your small weak hands can’t apply the pressure that you actually want. 
You’re single because the males you keep finding have no idea how to treat a woman in a way that makes her feel safe even when she wants to be utterly destroyed. A lot of it is based on trust and respect. The shitheads you meet? You wouldn’t even trust them to walk you home at night without angling for a kiss you don’t want to give. 
Abandoning the hand from your throat, you instead press your front side against the marble walls of the shower, pretending that it’s your lover who’s got you clinging to the damp stone and that his hands are dipping over your hips before going lower, wrapping themselves around your thighs in a way that has his thumbs pressing into the clefts of your asscheeks as he spreads them apart and the water from the shower flows into the puckering hole that is revealed. You hate the concept of anal sex but as one of your hands busy themselves in the front, plucking at your clit and fluttering across your folds as you tease yourself to the brink without any insertion, the other hand is working on your tight asshole, your thumb pressing onto it, flirting by only letting the tip of your thumb in before pulling away.
What you would do to have a big heavy cock stroke your ass, painting it with its precum, taunting the sensitive hole hidden between by pressing against it but not entering. Or for you to be on your tiptoes with your legs parted so that his cock could slide underneath, thrusting against the petaled furls of your pussy until he plunged into it from behind while you’re trapped between his warm slick body, his hard abdominal muscles and chest pressing against your back, and the cool marble, your nipples turning into stiffened peaks that are begging to be touched but finding no purchase against the slippery walls. It would feel almost claustrophobic, like you can’t move due to his delicious weight and like the only part of you that could move was your pussy, its walls clenching around him and clinging to him every time he slammed into you. 
With three fingers inside you, you can almost pretend that it’s real. Though, you know that at any moment you can move away since there's nothing actually trapping you into the position that you are in. You can’t finish though, your mind is your own mental prison, too cynical and realistic for its own good. You find yourself reaching up for the removable shower head and pulling it down. Your hand frantically clicks on the controls, increasing the water pressure. You debate if you want to do this standing up but you know that you will lose the feeling in your legs the second your explosive orgasm hits after being edged for so long. Thus, you slide down to a sitting position in your shower, your back against the wall, your legs folded up and spread apart as you position the showerhead right at your cunt, knowing that your clit will be getting the maximum pressure possible. 
You emerge from your shower ten minutes later with your legs feeling so jelly-like you have to grip at the walls to make it back to the sink to finish up your skincare routine and return the products that you had taken with you into the shower back to their original homes. 
When you feel squeaky clean and refreshed, bundled up in your favorite pajamas, a beige plaid set you had gotten as a white elephant present so they are very roomy and swamp your body, you finally deal with your wet work clothes properly and put them for a cycle in the dryer. You’ll likely have to deal with your Chinese Laundry peep toe pumps as well so that the leather doesn’t dry weirdly and make them crack in places but, that’s a concern for you in the future.
With a towel wrapped high around your head in a way that might end up giving you a receding hairline, if you don’t stop using that method to dry your hair soon, you step back into the main part of your apartment. Your eyes quickly go to the coffee table where it appears that your best friend had dropped something off while you were away at work.
There’s a bouquet of pink and white peonies that you immediately fix up in a vase with the proper amount of water, a square box covered in black matte wrapping paper with art deco style gold designs embedded into it, and lastly, a wine bottle in a gorgeous black and gold gift bag that compliments the wrapping on the box and has a matching envelope pinned to it. Before you sit back down on the plush comfort of your oat colored cloud sofa, you rip the envelope off from how it’s been stapled to the gift bag so that you can tear open the flap and get to the card inside. Reclining back, you narrow your eyes to read, having forgotten to grab your glasses from your bedroom dresser and having already taken off your contacts for the day:
Happy Birthday my darling Y/N! I hope that your 25th birthday is the most beautiful one to come so far! Wishing you nothing but blessings and good fortune on this beautiful day! Your present this year is one that surprised me as well but when I saw it, I was drawn to it instantly and the thought that it might be perfect for you abruptly flooded my mind! Can’t wait to hear your opinion on it!
Love, Safi
P.S. Don’t waste this wine by keeping it for a better day! Live in the now by cracking it open today and enjoying a birthday toast because today is just as important as whatever future occasion you’re trying to justify would be a better opportunity to enjoy the wine! (save the Sephora gift card for a rainy day though lol)
You laugh self-indulgently and look back inside the envelope where there is indeed a black $100 Sephora gift card before putting them all aside. You suppose you should listen to Safi’s advice even though today has not been a great birthday by any stretch of the words since it will be nice for you to unwind with a glass of wine. Pulling the bottle out you can see that it is a bottle of rosé, Gerard Bertrand Cote des Rosé to be precise, and the glassware is magnificent with the bottom of the bottle being designed in the shape of a rose with all its petals. 
The box lies unopened for now even if it’s your main present. You have too much of a one track mind and you immediately want to crack open the alcohol to let loose and make yourself forget about your day for just a little bit. You head for the kitchen cabinets and reach for the first drinking vessel you can grab, not too picky when it’s almost 11pm and you have to wake up at 6 in the morning. Perhaps Safi didn’t want you to drink the alcohol out of a coffee mug, in your most comfy sleepwear and a towel wrapped around your head, but it’s the best you can do at the moment. 
You nestle the bottle in the crook of your right arm, holding the mug in the same hand while grabbing the box with your left and taking all three objects out with you to the balcony. It takes you a little finagling to manage opening the sliding door but you soon make your way out where a light breeze brushes against your body comfortingly. Placing everything on the table you have outside, you head back in once more to grab your corkscrew from where it was misplaced in the junk drawer.
It’s not long before you’re back outside, sitting down and admiring the rainfall, which you are now able to appreciate since you are no longer soaking in it. It’s more of a light drizzle now and most of the clouds have dissipated, leaving only the thinnest types of stratus and stratocumulus clouds. In the heart of the city it’s impossible to make out any stars in the night sky due to the pollution and lights but you enjoy looking at the moon as you sip from your mug and let the rosé, which somehow managed to stay chilly all this time, slide down your throat. 
Your attention finally goes to the box and you carefully unwrap it, though you know that it will be unlikely that you will reuse the wrapping paper unless you take up scrapbooking again. Inside is a simple black colored cardboard gift box, and once you remove the top, you find yourself looking at a gorgeous antique looking hanji lamp though you know better than to think that Safi dropped money on an authentic Silla era lantern. You can’t even begin to imagine how much that would cost. Even still, as you turn over the rectangular structure in your hands, you find yourself musing that you would never dare to light the magnificent ornament. It was going to remain a purely decorative piece whose design and history you would appreciate from its place on one of your shelves. 
You find yourself holding it up to your face to get a closer look at all four paper sides of the wooden structure, squinting to make out the images painted on them though it’s difficult because you had forgotten to turn on your string lights and the moon is only a crescent, not providing much of a glow, so you are practically bathed in darkness. 
You scrunch up your forehead thinking of how nice it would be if you had better lighting, No sooner does the thought come across your mind, do you find yourself suddenly bathed in a luminous glow as a shooting star hurls across the inky black sky, painting it with a white blue streak of light. You have never in all of your years seen a shooting star flying across the sky so close to you and you immediately snap your eyes closed. You were never one to waste your time on wishes but maybe in between it being 11:11pm, the shooting star, and the fact that you have not made a birthday wish yet, one of them will work to make your desire come to fruition. It can’t hurt to try right? Maybe finally your deepest yearnings will come to life. 
Little do you realize, that as you make your wish, a little light is cast from the inside of the hanji lamp, warming it up with a small soft candle glow before it flickers out at the end of your wish. When you finally open your eyes and look down, of course you see nothing. That hope you had quickly vanishes as your cynicism returns and you find yourself painfully laughing in a self-flagellating way. You down the last of the wine in the mug and stand up, picking up all your things and getting ready for bed. 
Little do you know, you’ve just wildly changed the course of your life.
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While you’re asleep, a slow cloud of golden shimmery smoke begins to seep out from the lamp you placed on your dresser before sinking into bed and burrowing yourself under a mountain of blankets. 
A man emerges when the gold mist seems to have finally fully trickled out, building himself up from the cloud, becoming humanoid and corporeal. He is bare from the chest up, a golden chain around his hips marking the thing that holds him captive to the lamp and trapped under its control. His lower half is wearing loose baji brown trousers, the lower half of a hanbok that is the fashion of the Silla dynasty. It’s embroidered jeogori that’s a shiny silky white with gold embroidery is somewhere back in the lantern but he’s too lazy to get it now. Those are the clothes that he was entrapped in, so those are the clothes he is stuck in whenever he is kept inside the lamp. No one could blame him for whiling away his time in the vessel by choosing to slumber instead of waiting for himself to be let out again. 
Besides, as his gaze flickers over your modern style bedroom and he makes out a pile of clothing on top of a chair, he distinctly gets the feeling that he is no longer in the Joseon era, which was the last time he had been let out. Jungkook had gotten trapped in the lamp and turned into a genie when he was about 24, on the eve of his 25th birthday around 2,000 years ago, and has been paying for his mistake and the punishment that followed it ever since. In between that time and now though, he’s been let out of the lantern sporadically, over the centuries, every time it fell into the hands of someone who understood its power and wanted to make use of his abilities. 
But right now, his mistress is asleep and he is free, so he finds himself leaving the apartment, in search of what fashion and culture must be like in this weird modern time. He can’t escape her permanently, not when she has one wish left and his lamp in her possession, but he is free to wander while she’s not using him. It’s a little harder to define when and when she isn’t using him because of her second wish but since she’s unconscious right now it’s obvious that she cannot be requiring his presence currently. 
With nary but a thought, he’s suddenly on the streets in front of her apartment. He has no idea where he is; could this truly be Korea? Just because it’s past midnight doesn’t mean that the city is any less alive. He almost gets run over by a car, it’s impossible for him to get hurt given what he is, but his presence, with his feet over the line that separates the two lanes, spooks a driver who yells out a barrage of hateful language before manueving his gray SUV and driving around Jungkook’s body. Some of the comments are about a shirtless madman wandering the roads which makes Jungkook wince and even more impatient to get a change of clothes. They were not spoken in Korean which he won’t realize until later since he is gifted with omnilingual abilities that make him able to understand any and every language that exists or comes into being.
He wanders all the way to the shopping district where all the words are definitely not in Korean but using his mythical powers he’s readily able to translate them, understanding every language instantaneously. Whatever clothes he sees on the mannequins that he likes, he imagines them on himself and thus builds an entire wardrobe this way. His powers of manifestation come in handy giving him clothes that are perfectly tailored to fit his muscular frame which is paired with not only bulging biceps, broad shoulders, and thick thighs but a narrow waist too. He vastly prefers this power to his ability to make anything he wants be in his possession. Why not just make his own more perfect version than the store sizes of a men’s medium and large? Those cookie cutter sizes only account for his muscles but hide the rest of his body away under their expansive lengths of fabric. 
After his clothing shopping spree he sends all his creations back to his mistress’s home with a snap of his fingers and then begins his prowl for food. Genies don’t need sustenance and they can’t gain weight, though they can change their appearances if they wanted, but Jungkook loved food from his time as a human and he regularly uses his powers to let himself enjoy its taste, when he is out of his lamp, even though he can never make himself feel full.
His wanderings take him to a Korean restaurant that is open until dawn, and since food is the one thing he hates creating, he instead magicks himself the currency of this country, in this day and age, and bows to the ajumma who is working inside the establishment. He gets a table for one and orders a giant set of tteokbokki that has the maximum amount of heat allowed along with extra fish cakes and cheese, as well as three different kinds of Korean fried chicken: honey garlic, sweet and spicy, and barbeque, which are all flavors he has never heard of before, and finishes off with a clay pot of kimchi soondubu jiggae, a kimchi soft tofu stew. He only buys one beer knowing that the ajumma would get concerned over his tolerance if he had a dozen glasses.
When he’s done with all the food, he finds himself wistfully pining for the time when he was human and would have been truly able to not only enjoy but also appreciate this bountiful feast. After all, he had been born into a family of laborers, it’s why he had been able to grow so strong through hard manual work.
He finally returns to the apartment, but his work is not over. Unlike his mistress who can sleep blissfully having no idea what she had just done, Jungkook has long hours ahead of him to make her wish come to life in a way that seems believable and that she readily buys into by the time she wakes up. It’s not the hardest desire or demand he has ever had to complete but it will use a lot of his power, more than he’s used lately. And though he’s got an unexpendable amount of magic, he’s out of practice.
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When you rouse the next morning, you can instantly tell that something is different and it immediately makes your hackles rise up. It’s more than just the smell of fried eggs, apple sausages, and maple syrup permeating the air of the apartment, making its way from the kitchen into the bedroom, though you know that you live alone and have no one to cook you such an amazing spread to wake up to. 
The air feels different, like the energy of the universe had shifted somehow. None of that makes any sense and yet somehow it also does. You don’t know what you mean when you think that but there is no other way that you can put this sense of unease into words. When you open your eyes and look across the room you see a male lounging against the wall wearing a street style look with black and gray FILA joggers and windbreaker covering the length of his long modelesque body; there’s a black bucket hat hiding his blond locks. 
You let out a loud scream immediately, terrified out of your wits, and instantly pull your comforter up to your chin even if you had gone to sleep in a pair of pajamas that covered you as though you were a nun. The male narrows his eyes at the shrill sound but the look is quickly shuttered away when a small pleasant smile takes over his face instead. 
He walks closer to you and murmurs, his doe eyes shining with the twinkle of stars from a million galaxies, “Are you okay, jagiya? I’m sorry for surprising you with breakfast this morning but I missed you. I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday since I didn’t get the chance yesterday.”
“WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!” you yelp, tightening your comforter even closer around your body, wrapping yourself up like a human burrito.
“Your lover, Jeon Jungkook,” the male calmly states, his eyes peering at you, not losing their shine as he looks at you like you had grown another head and are the crazy one amongst the two of you.
“I don’t have a lover named Jeon Jungkook,” you contradict, narrowing your eyes into slits full of suspicion. And if you did, you didn’t think you would call him your lover. Perhaps, your man, your boyfriend, or even your fwb though you weren’t really the type to dabble in such meaningless romps of pleasure, but not lover.
“Are you sure about that,” he silkily purrs, using his tattoo adorned hand to gesture to your gallery wall. 
Your eyes follow its path and you’re horrified to see the most adorable couple pictures, most of which appear to have been professionally photographed though some are cutely caught candids, of you and this ‘Jungkook’ together, staring into each other’s eyes lovingly while holding each other in an embrace that speaks volumes about passion and affection. 
“Would you like to check your phone,” suggests the male as well, his blond locks playing peekaboo with his bucket hat as his head turns towards your nightstand and he nods at the iPhone that had been charging on top of it. 
You instantly grab the device, unplugging it from the white charging cord and clutching it possessively to your chest before you finally work up the nerve to see what exactly he means. You swipe down to look at your lockscreen and it’s a live photo of Jungkook squishing his face into the side of your’s, rubbing the tip of his nose into the apple of your cheek softly. Mortified, you use facial recognition to gain further access into your phone and what you see leaves you even more bewildered. Your home screen is the most aesthetic that you’ve seen it: organized by using the IOS 15 feature. It’s blush pink and cream and the background image is a digitally manipulated picture of you and Jungkook looking into the bay from your perches on a bridge at the bottom of the image as the sky melts into a creamy pink color that's been altered to match the theme of your phone. 
At this point, you’re nervously holding onto your disbelief, so it’s with trepidation that you go into your camera roll to find hundreds upon hundreds of photos of Jungkook in an assortment of scenarios, from cute date night pics with you to dozens almost identical selfies where he’s trying out a variety of facial expressions from the same angle and in the same outfits to then even the embarrassing kinds that look like you took them on the down low when you thought he wasn’t looking. None of this makes any sense. But he looks so cute and kissable. You almost want to cry helplessly at the insanity of this all. What if he was your boyfriend? Life would be so much easier then.
You leap out of bed to go out to the front of the apartment and it’s even more confusing because there’s half a dozen pairs of chunky sneakers and boots with spiked soles that look like fashionable and weaponized soccer cleats on the shoe rack that’s by the front door— all belonging to designer brands and looking slightly threatening. It is clear that those shoes belong to a male, most likely this male, and they are all neatly organized to one side while your shoes, the shoes that you remember, are off to the other end. 
“This makes no sense,” you whine, rubbing your forehead frantically. Is this what hyperrealistic nightmares feel like? It seems as though you’ve been transported to the Twilight Zone in your opinion, and you just want to desperately get out.
“Would you like to call your mother and ask her about me?” Jungkook, his voice a smooth cadence as he unhelpfully directs the suggestion to your back. He had evidently followed you out back here. 
“Your mother? We FaceTime her all the time. She’s really been pushing for me to pop the question for the last couple of months. Despite what she thinks, it’s really not that covert,” he scoffs, his lips flaring out into a pout. You note with bemusement that there is a small mole underneath the plush of his strawberry colored lower lip. How dare he have a mole in such a perfect location? Now your mind would never know peace until you dragged his lower lip between yours and sucked on that tiny chocolate chip. It’s actually deranged how your mind continuously chooses to flit between lust and rationality. 
“Jungkook?” Your voice takes on a shrill sound, “How long have we been dating?”
“As long as you want it to be.”
That doesn’t make any sense.
“Jungkook, please don’t mess around with me! How long have we been dating?” you demand more urgently. You are halfway to a full-blown panic attack and you need to calm down but nothing seems to be placating you about this entire situation.
The male walks around to step in front of you and then faces you head on. He keeps his hands to himself, crossing them while making sure that his fingers are folded and tucking into his armpits. He bends a little to look you in the eyes since he’s much taller, to peer carefully into your eyes that are slightly blown out from your constant state of shock and bewilderment. “Why didn’t it work?” he wonders.
“Well, not intentionally,” he muses, tapping a finger to his lip. God, even his hands are perfect. Each digit is long and tipped with neatly cut and perfectly clean fingernails. And they’re shiny too like he uses some type of cuticle oil. Not to mention how he’s got sexily protruding veins wrapping along the back of his hand and down to his wrist and arm.“I thought you’d be in on it. Could it be that it didn’t work on you even though it worked on everyone else in your life because you made the wish? My magic probably assumed that you didn’t need convincing since after all, this was what you wanted.”
Things make even less sense after his explanation even though Jungkook probably thought he was being helpful by providing it. Your eyes are narrowed in disbelief as you perturbedly shake your head.
“What are you talking about?” you hesitantly ask. You’re nervous because you’ve moved on from the idea that this is a hyperrealistic bad dream to the conspiracy theory that you have a crazy stalker who somehow figured out how to almost seamlessly integrate himself into your life and that he’s more than just the ordinary type of psychopath; this one seems like he’s the delusional type that thinks he has otherworldly powers. Wouldn’t that be just your luck: Jungkook is the first man you’ve been attracted to in months but he didn’t approach you like a normal person who wanted to pursue something.
Jungkook’s mouth takes on a pursed shape as he narrows his eyes at you, deep in thought; the coral red lips are scrunched together with the upper one flaring out. You can see the chocolatey brown mole right below them again and you are suddenly hit with the urge to kiss his lips until the frown is smoothed out.
“Do you have any idea what you even did last night?” he barks, his tone entirely too accusatory for your liking. One would think you had cheated on your imaginary boyfriend the evening before. He takes off his bucket hat in frustration and runs a hand through his blond locks, ruffling them. His jerky hand movements bring attention not only to the length of tattoos that encompass his arm but also its muscular veininess that had held you previously enraptured. You blink, you need to get dicked down soon. You wanted to give into Stockholm Syndrome way too easily for this man. Don’t do it, Y/N, no matter how hot Jungkook is, it’s scary that he’s in your house right now.
You rack your brain but come up woefully short. “I went to bed with only rosé as my dinner?” you hedge. You don’t think it’s that big of a deal although it’s definitely unadvisable to do. 
The male huffs, raising his right hand up before he snaps the fingers on that hand. A paper lantern appears, landing perfectly on his palm. Your eyebrows both raise because you recognize it immediately; it’s the lamp Safi had gifted you as your birthday present. 
“You made a wish for the perfect beau,” Jungkook explains patiently, “I made your wish come to life.”
“Can’t you undo it?” you push urgently. Why are you entertaining this mad man? Magic isn’t real, Y/N!
He excitedly quirks an eyebrow of his own, smirking as he takes in your look of bemusement. “Is that another wish?” he asks.
“No!” you swiftly interrupt. If you are in the Twilight Zone somehow, you need to be smart with how you navigate within this nightmare, at least until you figure out a way to wake yourself up.
“You only have one left, anyways,” he sasses tapping his plumper lower lip with his pointer and middle fingers, you’ve already noticed it’s a habit, rolling his big doe eyes, “I could kind of undo the effects of the wish by making its time constraint shorter so that it stops in the next five minutes but in my opinion, that’s just another wasted wish. So if I were you,” he says with a shrug, “personally I’d go along with it for the next ten days. We wouldn’t do anything that makes you uncomfortable but I would still be playing the role of the doting attentive paramour.”
You blink at him, your mind still sluggish from your wine hangover and terrible bout of sleep. “I only have one wish left?”
“Not the smartest of my mistresses or masters by a long stretch,” Jungkook agrees, teasing you, scrunching his nose to peer at you cutely. 
You gasp loudly, obviously affronted. Not the handsome weirdo calling you dumb. 
“Do I get three?” you question. Your mind is working on overtime today and it’s still taking you too long to understand things. You’d like to tell this Jungkook character that you graduated from the top university in the nation and have two degrees but you don’t think that he would believe you if you bragged and let that tidbit slip. 
“You do,” he nods, unhelpful as ever.
It kind of makes sense; you assume the purpose of genies is to manipulate their rulers into making all of their wishes as quickly as possible.
“Oh, you want me to tell you what your two used wishes were. Humans really are weak, aren’t they? Is your mind normally supposed to be so foggy after drinking so much?” He calls you out directly and you gasp; you suppose that genies don’t have manners. Or at least this one doesn’t, you glare at Jungkook’s untactfulness.
“I know one of them was to have you here,” as your boyfriend, you finish off in your head, too unnerved to say it out loud just in case that makes it more true, “but what was the one before it?”
“Oh! You wanted there to be light.” Fiat lux, look at you, and you thought you weren’t philosophical. 
You blink again. Nope, that doesn’t follow. You would never be so profound. What would a wish like that even mean to a genie? An increase in intelligence? For there to be less ignorant people in the world? Ah. Wait. You do vaguely remember thinking that it would be so nice if you had more light to see the markings on the lantern. But—
“I made my wish for a man on a shooting star,” you retort as a counterargument, trying to wheedle out of Jungkook’s covenant so that you’ll have an additional wish to add to your arsenal.
“Nice try,” snorts Jungkook. He’s probably listened to a thousand arguments by a thousand masters that have all tried to bargain and reason with him trying to manipulate him and exploit him for more wishes, “But I made that appear in the night sky. It was not fated to be there that night until I materialized it. It wasn’t real so it didn’t have the powers of a normal shooting star.”
“So shooting stars actually work?” 
He shrugs, “Sometimes. Wishes depend on the caster. Theoretically you can make a wish on a shooting star, a wishing well, your birthday, on a deity, etc. But you can rarely succeed at having a wish granted, much less by using the same method twice. And most people, if they’re lucky, only get to have one wish come true in their lifetime. It’s much more common for there to be no successful ones. Aren’t you lucky to have woken me up from my slumber,” he snarks, “you got three.”
“I made a birthday wish,” you faintly mutter rather dispiritedly.
He hears you anyways, “I don’t think it worked. Why not try again next year?” 
You ignore the snarkiness of his suggestion, “So you’re really my boyfriend for the next ten days.”
He nods. You squint at him, you still haven’t put your contacts on for the day and your glasses remain forgotten in your bedroom. 
“Can I ask you to do things? Like a girlfriend asks her boyfriend? Or does that count as a wish.”
“You can ask me anything. Whether or not I do anything is entirely up to me. I suppose I will be more courteous and mindful of your requests since I am playing the part of the perfect significant other. As long as it’s related to this wish, I will try my best to make it come to fruition for you. For example, if you wanted me to take you out for dinner on the rooftop of a skyscraper I probably would. If you wanted me to buy you a bunch of gifts or fill your rooms with flowers, I could do that too.”
“Why is it only ten days? I didn’t wish for ten days,” you inquire.
Jungkook smiles at you sheepishly, showing the first sign of less than suaveness. “As far as mistresses go, you’re not a selfish one but would you believe me if I told you that in the past only terrible people used to be able to draw me out of my lamp and make demands of me? As the years went by I added rules: only three wishes, no wishes have permanent effects, and only those pure of heart can awaken me, just to name a few.”
“Oh.” You don’t know what else to say.
“In ten days, your life will go back to normal. And even though you will always remember this, it will become more and more dreamlike and disconnected from reality as time goes on. One day you might even come to the decision that you had made me up and that I was a figment of your imagination. No one can hold onto the idea that this was all real for too long.”
“So for this week, everyone in my life is convinced we’ve been together for a while but next week they won’t even have known I had a boyfriend?” you conclude.
“You’ll wake up on the eleventh morning like time hasn’t passed at all; it’ll be like it’s today all over again but without me in all those pictures that stand as proof of a shared, albeit fake, history,” Jungkook confirms.
“But what will happen to you?” you worry. 
“I’ll be sticking around unless you make your third wish before then.” He looks at you hopefully but you snort in retort. “When you make the third wish, I’ll go back into the lamp and it will disappear from your life before the process starts all over for me. I’ll probably be sleeping until I’m let out again.”
“I wasn’t the one who found you,” you frown. “My best friend gave it to me as a birthday present.”
Jungkook's eyes widen marginally but you don’t catch how the genie appears momentarily unnerved, he shrugs it off to you, feigning nonchalance, “That doesn’t really matter because you were the one that was able to let the lamp open.”
You hum but say nothing. You’re distracted by the magnificent bounty of breakfast food that Jungkook has arranged on your tiny square table for four, not that you ever had to use all four of the place settings at the same time. You make your way to the dining area, edging away from Jungkook and the conversation, but as expected, the male trails after you like a lost puppy. 
“Do you have any plans for how our day should progress, mistress?”
“Please stop calling me that,” you blush hotly. You are the subbiest sub ever so it’s discomforting to hear you being referred to in such a manner even if it’s not in a sexual context.
“What would you like to be called instead?” Jungkook inquires, altruistically.
“Let’s just stick to my name for now,” you mutter, placing two fried eggs on your plate before going for the waffles. Jungkook should be glad you’re such a benevolent holder of the lamp, he says you’re pure of heart but you don’t know about all that, all you do know is, you won’t make Jungkook’s life any harder than it needs to be for the next ten days.
A light smirk paints Jungkook’s lips as he takes the seat opposite to you. “We can make our way to pet names and terms of endearment as the days progress.”
You choke, coughing and sputtering as a square of waffle gets lodged in your throat. But as your eyes water up, widening from pain and surprise, Jungkook smoothly waves his hand in a flippant manner in your direction and the waffle disappears immediately.
Gasping for air you ask, “Does this mean that when you’re finally gone I’ll be going back to choking and die a painful death?”
Jungkook scoffs, “Only the wishes I make come true for my masters have limits to them. And it’s a recent development I made to curb their usually evil desires. I’m very powerful. Everything I do has permanent effects. It’s why I’m locked up any time I don’t have an owner.”
You blink, gobsmacked. Somehow his arrogance is terribly sexy and it makes your pussy throb. 
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On the first day, following breakfast, Jungkook makes the two of you disappear and reappear in Malta for an island vacation and date. You’re in a panic, claiming that you can’t be in a foreign country without any identification, money, or clothes. But the male just rolls his eyes at your antics and reminds you just who exactly has been cast to play the role of your picture perfect boyfriend. 
You side-eye him now. He is walking slightly ahead of you to the left so that there is space left for you to walk beside him if you want to catch up but you can’t make up your mind if you want to. His blond hair is trapped under yet another black bucket hat which makes you wonder if he hates the pale color of his locks and he’s wearing a black Hawaiian shirt with white hibiscuses creating an artfully arranged pattern. His black board shorts have a 5 inch inseam and you’re wondering how it is that this thousands-of-years old mythical being dresses like an emo alt boy. Not that you know what two out of those three words mean. You assume it’s like a vibe from what the gen z college students that appear in your office tell you. Jungkook looks just like them. 
You’ve been wheedling Jungkook to reveal details about his own life but the individual has managed to remain tight-lipped thus far. He runs ahead to a street vendor to excitedly buy you a sandwich. The round leavened bread has a filling of potatoes, capers, tomatoes, and mozzarella. He hands you one of the diagonally cut slices before bringing the other half to his mouth.
You hold it in your hand bemusedly, at a loss of what to do with it. You had quite literally finished the meal he had prepared for you half an hour ago. Side-eyeing him once again, this time enviously, you sigh; you can’t eat like he does because unlike him you do not have magical powers and if he continues to feed you like this, you’ll gain 30 pounds by the end of the 10 days. And you could ask him to keep you from gaining weight but that would probably count as a third wish instead of being an extension of his boyfriendly duties.
“Are you ready to see our lodgings?” he asks, a droplet of olive oil, that the sandwich had practically been doused in, glistening on his perfectly coral colored Cupid’s bow.
You give him a look that wordlessly states ‘lead the way,’ and follow him as your walk takes the two of you before a two story condo located on the waterfront. 
“Can I ask you a question,” you start off.
Jungkook interrupts you immediately, knowing just where your head was going, “I did not make the apartment appear out of midair. It was conveniently empty and I planted a thought in the owner’s head that he had rented it to us.”
Okay first of all, that was not what you were going to ask. “Are you going to pay him?” you demand self-righteously.
“Why?” Jungkook deadpans, “The timeline will be reset soon enough.”
“I was actually going to ask you,” you tread carefully, though apparently not delicately enough because the male’s hackles start to rise and his gaze turns into one that is more filled with suspicion and distrust. You plow ahead anyways and repeat, “I wanted to ask you why you were going along with this.”
“Because it is your wish.” He says it with such simplicity, his face as expressionless as his tone.
You sigh frustratedly, “Yes but—am I making you uncomfortable? You don’t have to pretend to be my lover. I have to admit I wasn’t thinking that this would happen when I made that wish.”
“So, did you have a male in mind then?” Jungkook’s expression turns even more grim as he shutters away his emotions. His large dark brown eyes are impassive for the first time since you’ve met him and you’re starting to miss the shine of those doelike lenses.
“Well, no. But, if I wanted my fake boyfriend to be Kim Namjoon, could you do that?”
“Who is Kim Namjoon?” He sounds so affronted, unable to believe that you could prefer anyone to him. Huh. You had the feeling that Jungkook was a cocky self-aggrandizing genie but you hadn’t realized how much until now.
“My celebrity crush.”
“What is a ‘celebrity’?”
You stare at him blankly, “So you weren’t out in the twentieth century either, huh?” 
When he frowns at you, those cute lips of his curving down, you hurriedly tack on, “It doesn’t matter, anyways. I just asked because, well— We don’t have to be ‘lovers,’” you quote Jungkook from earlier on in the day. “What if we just hung out as friends for the next ten days?”
“I would like that,” admitted Jungkook. “Although I’m not sure if that actually fulfills your wish.”
“Why not?” you pout. “What was the explicit wording of my wish, anyways?”
Jungkook looks away without answering you and then wordlessly marches towards the front door of the condo, expecting you to follow. 
The inside of the two storied structure is very rustic but clean. There doesn’t seem to be a lot of clutter, which you appreciate, but you wouldn’t call it minimalistic. It had a beachy European vibe to it with furniture pieces that had probably seen their prime in design in the late 90s. You actually like the old school feel of the place; it makes it feel more authentic. The place has about four bedrooms but Jungkook tells you that the two rooms the two of you will be sharing are right next to each other. 
When you walk into the place where you’ll be sleeping tonight, you are met by the sight of a white painted metal bed frame that has a lot of curlicues making up the headboard. The bedding looks comfy and clean which is always nice and the box springs and mattress look relatively new, providing a nice height and plumpness to your bed. There’s a massive pile of shopping bags and boxes stacked against the wall and you can only wonder if your attractive genie companion had gone into the trouble of making sure you would have a variety of clothes and necessities on this trip.
As you fiddle through the tissue paper hiding the contents of a bright orange Louis Vuitton bag, you are puzzled how Jungkook is both on top of and out of the loop when it comes to the 21st century. The male is on top of fashion but not famous people and you wonder what else he knows or is woefully oblivious about. You put on a cute russet brown bikini set that looks gorgeous on your honeyed skin; there is a large gold hoop connecting the two halves of your top as well as two matching hoops on the sides of your hips. You are currently pulling on a pair of Louis Vuitton shorts with cute pockets that are lined with a gold colored zipper and are almost the exact same shade of brown as your swimming suit but covered by the familiar and iconic pattern of interlocking LV’s with flowers in white, teal, orange, and light brown, just about having buckled in the cute strappy belt that comes with it when your door is unceremoniously thrust open. 
You stand, jaw slackened in surprise, as Jungkook walks into the room looking so colorful that you blink to make sure it’s actually him. His hair is now the pinkish red color of cherries and he's wearing a yellow T-shirt that has an opened shirt that looks like a white baseball tee over it, though the fabric is more airy and lightweight; the sleeves of his yellow top are tucked into the sleeves of the white one. He’s wearing navy blue swimming trunks and you love that he turned out to be the type of male that sticks to 5-7 inch inseams rather than wearing shorts that go down super low and cover his knees like you know so many men in your acquaintance to do. It baffles you; don’t they realize how ugly it makes their outfits look? 
Jungkook snaps his fingers to make a pair of black Ray-Bans with gold frames cover your eyes to match the ones tucked into his soft red hair and you notice the multitude of beaded bracelets adorning his wrist. 
“I haven’t gone to the beach in years,” you proclaim excitedly. 
Now that you two have settled that he’s a genie and you’re his mistress who gets to call all the shots, there is a sense of calm over the two of you and this wayward situation that you’ve thrusted the two of you into. He’s not acting the role of your boyfriend. He’s just someone you’re on vacation with and it makes it so much easier to relax when you keep that in mind. 
You eagerly reach out to grab his large hand in your much smaller one to tug him along with you, back outside of the condominium so that you two could eventually make your way to the beachfront. The male gives in easily, he engulfs his hand with yours and you can feel its warm heat cupping you comfortably. You give him a happy smile and proceed to pull him along with you which is much easier said than done because Jungkook finds it hilarious to drag his feet and stand his ground on the gravelly cobblestone streets so that he can laugh at your feeble attempts at strength as you try to move him. 
Jungkook is bored at the beach. You scowl at him. He’s being a party pooper, acting like a black hole that’s bringing down your excitement and sucking it all in. He has no idea how to relax. You had told him as much when he sighed as he sat down next to you in the little area you made him create for the two of you. There’s a cute blanket for the two of you to lie on and an umbrella if you no longer want to be in the sun. You even got him to materialize some books for you (you just had to tell him the author and title) but from the looks of his displeased frown when he discovered that nearly all of the books have raunchy covers, Jungkook’s not thrilled about your little omission. 
You glower at him. The blanket is massive with enough space for the two of you, yet Jungkook sits so close beside you that you’re almost halfway to the sand as you hover near the edge of the cloth. You slip your shorts off and put it on one of the beach chairs next to the two of you before flopping down again. You turn your body around so that you are facing the beach as you lie on your stomach, your elbows propping you up so you can read the third book of the Bridgertons series. 
“God, Jungkook,” you goad, “If you’re not going to do anything, can you apply my sunscreen on me?” It’s in the little tote you have with you.
Jungkook scrunches up his face as he scrutinizes you from behind the lenses of his matching black sunglasses. You had to put yours back on your head because you couldn’t read anything with how dark they made the page appear. “Why don’t you put sunscreen on me first?” 
“Jungkook, you don’t need sunscreen!” you whine. “You’re a genie. You don’t have to worry about the dangers of skin cancer and UV rays.”
“It’s amazing how often I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he muses as he huffs at you, going into your bag to pull out the sunscreen.
Perhaps because he’s unused to applying sunscreen on, you doubted the Joseon era (which was the last time he had been out) Koreans did because you were pretty sure it was invented in the early 1940s, he squirts what feels like half the bottle on your back. You screech at the cold aqueous feeling of the liquid as it trails down your figure approaching the barriers of your cute bikini top. 
“Jungkook!” you yelp. “Untie my clothes! It’s going to ruin them and leave ugly chalky marks on the fabric, you asshole! And you’re supposed to blend it into my skin so there’s no white cast.”
Jungkook places his hand against your back, cupping the deliquescent lotion and trapping it beneath his massive palm. One handedly, he undoes the tie to your brown string bikini, leaving your back bare as the cloth protects your minimal modesty in the front only. Ignoring what you had said about getting your bottoms ruined, he doesn't remove them, though you have no idea why. There’s not anyone near you on this long stretch of the coast. Instead, he just tugs it halfway down your ass. 
He moves his body so that his knees are straddling you on either side but since he’s lightly perched on your thighs, your uncovered ass is mere centimeters away from his crotch and when he moves to make sure that his hands are covering every inch of your revealed body with the sun block, you swear you can feel something large poking you at times.
His touch is feather light as his fingertips ghost along your back making you arch into him. His finger traces along your spine, making you keen lightly as you bite down on your lower lip to keep him from hearing you. His palms knead at the knots in your body as you still at the sensations he is pulling from your body. He’s being perfectly respectful, his hands stay on the length of your back, not moving under to canvas your breasts or slip down your hips or drift along the plump curve of your ass, yet somehow you are still mindless under his dexterous palms. 
Your eyelashes flutter closed, your eyes no longer able to focus on Benedict Bridgerton’s love story, as Jungkook massages the white cream into your skin with his strong hands. The male pulls his lip between his bunny teeth as he frowns when he hears your attempts to conceal the sounds that he is coaxing out of you. 
“Jungkook,” you pant out nervously, fearing how much further this can go if you don’t put a wise stop to it now. 
“I can do my legs,” you suggest. 
“Ah okay, Y/N,” he agrees. “But do you really want to spend the whole day reading that?” 
His face is twisted into a grimace as he glares at the upside down book you half opened to hold its place. 
“What do you want to do?” you ask getting up from the blanket and grabbing the bottle of sunscreen before squirting some on your hands to go over all the areas Jungkook hadn’t gotten around to.
“Do you want to go scuba diving?”
“Have you ever gone scuba diving?” 
“Of course not,” Jungkook rolls his eyes. “But I’ll try everything once.”
He whisks you two away to the Maltese island of Comino once you’re ready to call it quits at the beach. When you’re finally with the group of people who are getting ready to scuba dive with the instructor, suiting up and paying attention to the directions so they’re safe as they start to explore the reefs, lagoons, and underwater caves, you start to panic.
“Jungkook,” you mumble, edging closer to him and tiptoeing so you can whisper into his ear. The male turns his head to look at you, moving closer and instantly stooping down so you can easily state your piece. “Jungkook, I don’t feel comfortable scuba diving.”
“I’ll keep you safe, Y/N.” God, did you wish for the perfect boyfriend or what? Maybe drunk off her ass Y/N had something going for her. Even before, you had been tempted to make things get sexual as he was running those powerful hands over your pliant body, but you had managed to barely control yourself and keep yourself from shoving Jungkook down on the sand to climb over his body. It had been so nice of him to do that for you, very boyfriend, or as Jungkook would probably say, lover-like.
“Yes, I know,” you pause, deep in thought, before you continue, “but I don’t want you to limit your enjoyment because you’re so busy looking over me, trying to keep me from accidentally killing or maiming myself. Can we like do something a little more tame... like snorkeling? I don’t want to go so deep into the water.”
He gives into you easily, it doesn’t even take him a second to think about what you’re asking from him, and he readily transports the two of you onto a boat where a snorkeling class has already began to put on their masks and flippers before they make their ways to the edge of the boat to jump off. 
After watching the humans struggle putting on the equipment for ten or even fifteen minutes each, Jungkook decides it’ll just be easier if he does it for you so you don’t have to worry about if anything was worn improperly or unsafely.
He thinks you look adorable with the giant clear goggles; your long mane of hair squishes to your skull where the straps of the mask are pressing into your head and the lenses magnify your eyes making them look cute albeit a little bug-like. He quietly commands you to stop fiddling around with the snorkel; he knows you’re worried but he doesn’t want you to mess around with the pipe and accidentally disconnect what Jungkook had correctly set up for you. You’re waddling a bit in your large black and indigo flippers, attempting to pull your shorts off and get the holes through your suddenly enormous feet. You trip and Jungkook catches you, holding you against his bare chest because he had gotten rid of his clothes as well so he would only be in his swimming trunks.
“You okay?” he softly inquires, keeping you trapped within the heat of his comforting embrace. 
You can only squeak your reply, distracted about how his massive palms are so warm and almost entirely encapsulate your waist as he holds you up against him. There is something cool and metallic digging into your skin and your hand brushes against it. Was Jungkook wearing a waist chain? The male flinches away from your hold, stepping back instantly. 
“No need to worry about the jump or the water being too cold,” Jungkook murmurs, blatantly ignoring whatever had happened seconds ago, “I’ve got you.”
And in a flash, the two of you are underwater, surrounded by so much clean liquid that you can enjoy the greenish blue hue of the ocean and yet make out everything with such clarity. 
You frown when you notice that though Jungkook put on flippers he didn’t have a mask covering his face and making him look as distorted and ugly as you felt. It was so unfair; you have to look unattractive so you can breathe and not die submerged in the sea but Jungkook looks like a model with the water lifting his red locks and making them swirl around his head. Though he doesn’t want your eyes to focus on his waist, your gaze is immediately drawn to it, shifting their focus from the clean cut muscled edges of his eight pack, just barely able to make out the gold band that sits snugly around his bronzed skin, kept in place by the minimal flare to his hips, due to how your vision is slightly warped and distorted by your goggles. 
Jungkook reaches out to grab your hand, his long fingers wrapping themselves around your delicate wrist and he gently pulls you towards him, his lengthy legs swiftly flapping along as he propels his body around the water, taking you on his guided tour for one. Swimming side by side with Jungkook, you follow him deeper into the half submerged caves of St. Maria, your eyes taking in the mesmerizing schools of snappers and sea bream swimming around, ducking in and out of view when they travel around sandbars. You flinch into yourself, pulling away from Jungkook when you see a moray eel but the male just giggles, air bubbles releasing from his mouth as his chortles continue, his red hair a darkened burgundy cloud around his ears. He softly tugs you back to him and pursues on with the two of yours sea adventure. 
You gasp and clap excitedly when you see several cuttlefish and even a sand colored octopus, eagerly pointing it out to Jungkook, who only smiles when he notices your hand slip out of his again and then swims closer to the octopus to ooh and aah over it. Eventually, the snorkeling guide asks for everyone to come back onto the boat so that they can direct it over to a ship wreckage where you all will be allowed to go back into the sea to get a closer glimpse at the German minesweeper. 
The rusting boat is a little deeper than expected and you find yourself hesitantly waddling your legs in the water to keep yourself in the same unmoving position, while the rest of your class energetically flaps their legs to swim towards the ship, swimming further into the depths of the Maltese sea. Jungkook looks back at you from where he had gone to follow the crowd, his lips jutting out as he purses his lips, deep in contemplation. 
His eyes narrow as he looks at you consideringly though you’re absentminded in your persisting fear and have not become aware of his gaze in your direction yet. He smoothly paddles back to you, holding you with his warm palm pressed against the small of your back. You look up at him and shiver. 
Do you want me to help you? You know I wouldn't let you drown or have anything bad happen to you? You purposefully screw and unscrew your eyes shut, trying to make sense that this powerful genie possesses the ability to broadcast his thoughts into your mind because the two of you can’t speak in water. He probably has a more equipt way of dealing with that too but was choosing to exert less energy.
You nod brusquely and the male transports the two of you right by the wreckage where the rest of the class are enthusiastically swimming around and admiring the ruins of the World War II ship. Jungkook gently presses on your lower back pushing you forward to encourage you to explore the minesweeper on your own but you back up pressing yourself into his front, not even leaving an inch of space in between you. 
He looks down at you indulgently, tucking one of your wildly floating locks of hair behind your ear, as his hand moves away, it caresses the side of your cheek, making its way down. As you let out a longing sigh, he grips the underside of your jaw, tilting your chin up so he can remove the mouthpiece to your snorkel before he swoops down to capture your lips with his.
You’ve been yearning for his kiss since the moment you woke up and found your eyes enraptured by those pillowy coral colored lips, and Jungkook does not disappoint. They taste like mint chapstick and coffee as he hauls your body against his, one of his brawny arms locking you into his hold while the other works its way up while he winds his fingers through the drenched locks of your hair. As you continuously gasp in between every short kiss he slots over your lips, your hands travel across his broad shoulders and impressive back where you can feel flexing bundles of muscles beneath your fingertips. 
Tiring of the small abrupt pecks, Jungkook pulls you up, your legs instinctually wrapping around his hips as you meet him for a more impassioned kiss. You enthusiastically part your mouth, welcoming him and his tongue licks its way into that wet cavern, twining around your tongue as you both fight for control. You’re weak to the way that his lips mold against yours with its firm pressure, fitting against you perfectly. As you wrap your arms around his neck, holding on tight, Jungkook moves his hands to cup your ass, fitting you more perfectly against him. He gropes your butt fervently as your fingers snake themselves into his luscious locks. 
You can feel his curious wandering hands roving across the planes of your body as you lean deeper into the kisses, gasping when Jungkook releases you to let you catch your breath. But even then, your lips are still attached to his as he busies himself with nibbling on your plump bottom lip, not wanting to waste a single second. His fingers find themselves into the hidden space between your cheeks, gripping on them softly to spread them more apart and then he runs his index finger across the seam, traveling from your clenching asshole to your fluttering core. Your pussy gushes more and more with his every pass over it, not that he can tell with you both underwater. But surely he can sense that your clit is becoming more sensitive and engorged with the minimal simulation, eager for more. His fingernail catches on that little bud his next pass over and you moan loudly against his lips before accidentally biting down on the lower one impassionately. 
When the two of you break apart, he leans his forehead against your nape, licking over his bitten lip tasting the faint flavor of iron and sea salt. It stings a little, if he wants to be completely honest. But with a simple burst of his powers, the pain is gone and since Jungkook already has his face pressing against your neck, he uses the opportunity to dart his tongue into the shallow pools of your collar bones, lapping at them softly, his tongue moving across your throat to manipulate whines and keens out of you. Even as he does this, his focus is split and he finds himself nudging your copper colored bikini bottom to the side as he reveals your pussy folds to one of his questing hands. 
Jungkook grows daring as he nudges at your pussy with nimble fingers, thumbing your clit and pressing down hard enough to make you wail. His fingers dart across the furled petals leading to your throbbing core and he ghosts those appendages, letting you feel the sudden sensation of fullness before it’s swiftly gone like you imagined it. You’re writhing in his arms, sound travels differently in the ocean but he selfishly doesn’t want anyone to see your eyes rolling backwards as your mouth opens wide in an ahegao type expression. 
A red flush covers your tanned skin, travelling from your décolletage to your throat and Jungkook finds himself capturing your chin in his firm grasp. His thumb swipes at your lips repeatedly until you finally part them so he can shove it inside all whilst jutting two fingers in and out of your cunt deliciously. You gag around the appendage, saliva trailing down your lips and painting the sides of your mouth as you struggle to acclimate your body to the brutal and hectic pace of how he thrusts his fingers in and out your folds. 
With Jungkook’s promise to keep you safe, you don’t have to worry about sputtering and choking on salty sea water, instead you’re doing so on his thick fingers which are a pale and slim imitation to how his cock will feel in your mouth. With your focus so frayed and with him dead set on making you go mindless with lust, Jungkook turns his focus to his mouth, nipping his way down the neglected column of your throat, until he gets to your cleavage. Jungkook chooses to bite down on that golden circle connecting the two halves of your skimpy bikini, pulling at it with his bunny teeth before letting go again to have the swimwear bounce against your skin, stimulating your nipples and making them harden into beads. He kisses and tongues your breasts through the moisture resistant fabric, growling in frustration at its thickness that inhibits his abilities to inflame you even further. He nabs it between the hold of his clenched teeth and tugs, pulling at your top until only one cup is left maintaining your precarious modesty. 
With one of your breasts free from the cloth, Jungkook wastes no time to wrap his lips around it’s stiffened tip. His agile tongue swirls itself around, laving the hardened bud, and he gently nibbles at it, making you reflexively nip at his thumb. He has you wrapped around him both figuratively and literally, and he divides his attention, never forgetting to incite your pulsating pussy with forceful pumps of his appendages as he sucks on your breasts and lets you suck on the fingers to his other hand. There’s something about gagging on Jungkook’s tatted digits that has you raggedly inhaling through your nose and falling apart at the seams at all the attention your body is under. 
When you finally cum, you sag against him; your top is halfway down your abdomen and one of its straps is dangling by your elbow. Your eyes are still blown out from lust but you’ve calmed down somewhat though you're desperately trying to catch your breath, counting on Jungkook’s inexhaustible strength to hold you up beside him. You seem to be completely unaware of your surroundings and how the other snorkelers swim closer to the two of you since you are both breathless and a little disoriented from the heated kisses, and more, that followed.
Fortunately for your unsettled self, the male isn’t standing idle as you are, trying to make sense of your surroundings. He fixes your bottom so that it no longer digs into your soft curves and repositions it so that your pussy is completely covered. You float in the water and let him manhandle you like you’re his pretty doll, letting him secure up your bikini so your breasts are no longer exposed. He even reties it in the back for you before he puts your snorkel back onto your mouth. But as he does so, he bites on his lower lip, sucking his cheeks in as his eyes hold a glimmer of something that he’s trying to hide from you.
You irately raise your eyebrows at him as he finally lets out the laughter he had been holding in, in the form of a breathy chuckle. Sorry, it’s nothing, his thoughts are once again intruding your mind, it’s just I forgot you were wearing your cute goggles, that’s all!
Immediately you are still as mortification takes over your body, a frown adorning your features. And just like that, the moment is broken and you are no longer under his spell. 
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In the afternoon, you two walk around the beachfront of where your condo lies, tired after scuba diving and wanting to engage in some low level, minimal effort tourism. Well, you’re tired; Jungkook has a boundless expanse of energy. He’s like an excitable puppy who takes on everything he sees as if it’s his first life although you know it’s not. But you suppose, if you were kept in a prison regularly for upwards of hundreds of years without any idea when your next chance at freedom was, you too would make the most of every opportunity that presented itself to you. 
Jungkook claps every time you pick up something that suits you and immediately buys it for you, flitting between acting the role of a supportive best friend and a sexy sugar daddy, but you’re into it, enraptured by the duality that suits him, giving him a cute glow to his dark brown doe eyes. After you end up with too many souvenir bracelets and little knick knacks, even a little pouch to hold your phone and money, though you aren’t likely to call anyone or need to spend any money during the next ten days, you cut Jungkook off from getting you anything more. You beg off for a chance to relax, maybe even take a midday nap which isn’t something you’ve done since you were in high school, before getting ready to go to the night time date that Jungkook promises will be even more spectacular. 
It’s about 6pm, and you’re all glammed up for your date with Jungkook. He’s taking his job of wooing you super seriously. You dimly wonder whether all genies are as competitive as Jungkook, striving for a 100% satisfaction guaranteed (which he certainly had done in the turquoise water earlier in the day). You had asked him about it during one of the rounds to the small kiosks around the open air bazaar, if you got to fill out a customer service report at the end of this entire experience. The male had narrowed his eyes at you, a slandered look of affront taking over his face as he wound up his arms together tightly and pointedly stalked away from you.
He seems to have mellowed out however. You could have sworn you heard him singing lightly as he went around his room, immersed in his tasks, talking to inanimate objects like the Disney character that he was. However Jungkook is a little bit petty, and had decided to withhold the location of your date tonight from you which left you with no idea of what dress code to aim for. 
You think you did pretty well, all things considered.
Your thick locks have been washed to get rid of all the salt that clung to them after your snorkeling excursion and you have it slicked back into a sleek half up half down hairdo that doesn't have a single hair out of place. Meanwhile, your makeup features smokey eyes and dark currant colored lips since you wanted your glam look to have an edge to it. 
Your outfit is made out of the contents of the packages and shopping bags that Jungkook had lined the wall of your room with, earlier in the day. You’re wearing a skin clinging Versace mini dress with a plunging neckline that barely covers your ass and is covered in glittery burgundy colored sequins. It makes your rack look fabulous which is only being held up with some nude bra pads, sticky tape, and sheer pleas for divine intervention. Meanwhile, your ass looks scrumptious and perky like you just got a BBL on this Maltese vacation. There are long strappy black Saint Laurent heels wrapping around your legs and lengthening the limbs making you look like an Amazonian queen. Gold Harry Winston hoops adorn your ears with a slim gold chain from the brand dipping into your cleavage while an assortment of rings from Chanel and Cartier adorn your fingers and offset the gold love bracelet banging against your left wrist. To put it simply, you look like a Goddamn fucking catch. 
After making sure that every detail to your look is perfect as you gaze into the full length mirror in your room and attempt tugging on the skirt of the Versace dress one more time, you leave your room to knock on the door to Jungkook’s room that is right beside it. 
The male opens it instantly, almost like he was waiting for you to knock and his jaw slackens a little as he takes in the full, lethal, image of you in your micro mini, with the tumbling dark locks of hair falling over your shoulder and your legs looking like they would look perfect over his shoulders with the strappy sandals still on, their thin stiletto heels digging into his back as he pounded you into blissful nirvana.
Like always, you remain oblivious to Jungkook’s ravenous and coveting glances. Mostly, it’s because you are similarly distracted. His hair is no longer cherry red or the blond that you think is its default; rather, Jungkook has long cobalt colored locks that get darker towards the roots framing his face suavely. He stands in front of you looking gloriously tall as he wears a slightly loose fit dark colored blazer that reveals a white tucked in shirt underneath and black cargo joggers to soften the formal look to his outfit. His black Prada Chelsea boots make him tower over you with their giant imposing soles. He has a few earrings in and a silver chain hanging from his neck that makes you wonder if it will clink against your nude body if the night ends with another bout of heated sexual exploration. When he offers you his hand, you notice that he has a few bands adorning his fingers as well. 
You allow yourself to get pulled into his embrace. He tucks you against his chest, your bare back hitting the soft cotton of his T-shirt, the fabric is so thin that you can easily feel the heat of his body and more importantly, every hard ridge of muscle. The waist chain is there too and you have figured out that it is probably what keeps Jungkook bound under the lamp’s control. No wonder he hates it.  
His arm is securely pressed against your waist, squeezing you lightly. He’s in a good mood and you are too. You’ll just ignore the fact that he’s an immortal and that he’s not actually yours. You two can play pretend for nine more days. While you sigh and your eyes softly shutter shut in contentment, he dips his chin into the hollow of your collarbone before he whisks the two of you away to the dinner that he had planned for the two of you.
You blink in confusion as you take in the new sight. 
The sky is turning purplish blue in the evening and from the looks of it Jungkook has just taken you to an empty construction site. There’s nothing but excavators, front loaders, and a bulldozer in your vicinity. The skeletal metal outline of a partially made building explains the presence of the class 8 vehicles. 
You gingerly step out of Jungkook’s hold, walking a full ten feet away before turning back towards him. Your head is cocked and your freezing fingers are gripping your hips as you place your hands on them. “Can you kill your master?” you whisper yell back at him hesitantly, “Is that allowed?”
Jungkook rolls his eyes before he scoffs, “No, it isn’t. Not that I would want to,” he side eyes you, “yet, anyway.” 
He says it lightly as a joke, obviously, but you let out a dry laugh of, “Ha. Ha. Ha,” to match his heinous sounding cackles as you glare back at him, full of indignation as you hold your ground, extremely nonplussed. 
“Get over here, will you?” he hisses, “Our date isn’t even here; it’s over there.” 
He points to a crane on the left and you squint in the direction, still baffled. “I don’t get it.”
Jungkook sighs with displeasurement before he transports in front of you and grabs you by the waist again. Within seconds you are transported to what appears to be a dinner table attached to a crane and Jungkook has already gotten you seat belted and safely harnessed into your seat. And to your even greater surprise, his comfy blazer is covering your arms, enveloping your body and keeping you warm as Jungkook’s discernible scent of delicate florals and rich sandalwood overwhelm your senses. 
He sits next to you because the table is long and rectangular and this is the only way to be close to each other. You have to twist your body to the left to face him but you don’t find yourself minding when you notice that there is a lovely grin on his kissable mouth and a lock of dark blue hair falling into his face that he doesn’t move away. The waiters as well as the safety instructors of this sky high restaurant suddenly reappear, from wherever it was that they were hiding, to bustle around the two of you, breaking the spell you had been under, hypnotized by Jeon fucking Jungkook. 
They fill up your wine glasses with a 1967 Burgundy and water, placing two baskets between the two of you that hold a variety of French breads. Jungkook gazes into your eyes from beside you, his palm pressed against his cheek. “Anything you want to try?”
You blink, flustered, as you take on the brunt of the heat from those glowing chocolatey orbs. You don’t think you have ever been in such close proximity to Jungkook while under such a thorough perusal. Your eyes immediately slide down and you focus your attention onto the menu that had been placed before you. Almost all of it is in French. 
You happily hum when you notice there is seafood, choosing to order the Moules-frites, mussels on a shallot and white wine sauce with shoestring fried potatoes. You murmur your request to Jungkook and he calls the waiter over to tell him your desire for seafood. Perhaps inspired by you, he orders salmon en papillote with beurre blanc, sauce vierge and sauteed asparagus. It sounds fancy but it’s just salmon wrapped in parchment paper that Jungook cuts open in front of you with a side of tomatoes dressed with vinaigrette, the French white butter sauce and asparagus. 
The two of you dig into your meals vigorously and you almost forget that you’re on a date as you sigh after every bite of the scrumptious meal that brings tears to your eyes over how amazing it tastes. 
Jungkook chuckles softly next to you, “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you sound so happy.” There is almost a wistful tone to his remark.
You lick a drop of the white wine sauce off your lip before tapping your mouth with a cream colored cloth napkin. “Well, you’ve only known me for about a day,” you tease. “But I love food.”
“I do too,” admits Jungkook. You knew that. You had spent more time around food and eating today than you did over most weekends that you had off. And it was always so much food. If anything, you would’ve been surprised if he had said he hated eating and that it was just a necessary task he had to partake in to continue to be alive like some of the gym bros you knew. This time the wistfulness of his tone is more evident and you easily catch it in his words. 
“You can’t enjoy food?” you inquire, sharply. You’re aghast. You could never imagine living such an abhorrent half-life. This was primarily one of the reasons that you were anti-Edward during the Twilight craze of the 2010s. You would never give up on the pleasures that came from eating to exchange it for a life of drinking only blood for sustenance.
“I don’t need to eat food to survive,” admits Jungkook forlornly, “I can’t enjoy it at all; it's just mastication for me. Like I’m chewing on sawdust covered in spices. But I still do it. It’s the only way to remind me of my humanity. And it looks so good. I can smell it but it tastes like nothing much and I can’t savor it at all.”
You quirk an eyebrow silently. This was the first hint you had gotten into Jungkook’s person. He used to be human once upon a time. You don’t want to rock the boat so you don’t hedge for more details. 
“That’s horrible,” you cry out instead, visibly livid on his behalf. “Would it help if I ate for the both of us?” 
He laughs again and pushes his salmon towards you, “Only because I know how much you adore seafood. You won’t be able to get the wine or dessert away from me though,” he warns. 
You just grin at him and he returns a lopsided one at you, his eyes crinkle at the corners softening his gaze as his dimples make an appearance for the first time. You gawk at him, mesmerized by his gorgeous features. He’s so handsome. You wonder if he was this handsome before he was a genie or if being a genie amped up his attractiveness so you would fall under his lure like a siren with her prey. Nah, with your luck Jungkook was probably born looking like Adonis. 
You two eat in comfortable company, the conversation ebbing and flowing freely. You tell Jungkook about your job as an admissions counselor and the terrible guilt you feel when you can’t help one of your students accomplish their dreams of graduating from one of the best four year universities in the nation. Jungkook oohs and aahs while also making sounds of dismay at the appropriate moments. He’s a great listener; he’s super involved in the conversation and makes you feel important as though what you’re sharing deserves to get heard. You’re not sure how much of it is an act he’s putting on for your benefit to fulfill your wish and how much of it is him going above and beyond, but you greatly appreciate it. Today might just be the best day of your life. You’ve been treated like a queen the entire time. 
In exchange for sharing your little anecdotes you beg Jungkook to share something with you to keep the repartee going. With a groan he gives into you, and animatedly chats to you about the time he had a vampiress find his lamp.
You gasp loudly, “Vampires aren’t real Jungkook!” you can’t stop laughing. It’s a good thing you weren’t chewing because you would have spit out your fancy dinner all over the pristine white table cloth.
He wags his eyebrows at you with a cocky smirk painting his lips, “Oh? Are you sure? I mean I’m a genie, Y/N. It would make sense for there to be other magical beings besides me. I wasn’t born into existence as a genie, I was created.”
“Yeah,” you murmur softly, is this your moment to ask Jungkook how it had all begun? “Jungkook, I—”
 “Monsieur, mademoiselle,” one of the servers had returned with your desserts in tow, intruding on your conversation, “crème brulée à la lavande.”
He places two leaf shaped cream colored ramekins in front of the pair of you. You hum in astonishment as you take in the delectable looking lavender infused crème brulée with the browned sugar crust and the decorative buds of lavender on top. It smells faintly floral and you just know that when you taste it, your tongue is going to be in heaven, tasting the delicate yet complex layers to the dish.
Jungkook smirks at you cockily before he spoons up a sizable scoop of the crème and pulls it into his mouth, his lips pursing around the utensil until he sucks off all the dessert on the ladeled part. He hums his pleasure as his tongue rolls around in his mouth, sucking in the taste of the rich cream and the sweet sugar that is roped through it. His eyelids turn heavy and you have to suck in a breath when you realize this is probably what Jungkook would look like if he ate you out and was savoring the taste of your juices on his velvety lush tongue. 
You’re flustered but you can’t let him have the upperhand. You pick up the little dessert spoon and tap on the sugar crust, cracking it softly before you carefully scoop some of the confection onto your utensil, making sure to get both the hardened sugar and the smooth cream underneath.
You moan around it as you close your mouth with the first bite. You’re in heaven, you’re not sure you have ever had anything that was quite as rich or decadent as this before in your life. The velvety texture of the crème brulée swamps your tongue while the sugar melts into it from the heat of your warm, lush mouth. Your senses are heightened as you can taste every single ingredient that has gone into the dish and you inhale sharply before letting out another soft moan of satisfaction.
You wrap your lips around the spoon as you twirl your tongue around it to make sure you’ve gotten every last bit of the dessert off of it before you release from your mouth with a light pop. There’s a gossamer thread of spit connecting your lip to the spoon so you quickly dart your tongue out to break it. The male next to you shudders lightly, his breath hitches raggedly as he glares at you with hard eyes that have gone dark from the heat of his debauched desires. 
“Y/N,” he warns, groaning lightly, his tongue nearly poking a hole through his cheek in his irritation.
“Hmm?” you reply with faux innocence, determined to play with fire tonight. You don’t want to get burned tonight, oh no, you want much much more than that. You want to get consumed by the flames that have Jungkook within their hold.
You continue to eat up your crème brulée slowly, savoring each and every carefully scooped spoonful. Your tongue rolls in your mouth after each bite as you try to lick up all of the cream from the crevices before you go in for the next spoon. You’re not playing up your reactions by any means; it’s so delicious and rich, meant to be relished. And Jungkook is, figuratively, eating up all of the noises slipping between your plump sugar covered lips. His jaw is tight, lips thinned into a harsh line as he heatedly glares at you.
“It seems to me like you want something else to draw out those little pathetic sounds from your throat,” Jungkook grates, “until, perhaps, they are full blown moans of ecstasy.”
You still when you feel his long sinuous fingers gripping into the soft flesh of your exposed thigh. His palm is feverishly hot against your skin and Jungkook takes advantage of the fact that you’re wearing a mini dress to push your thighs apart and slip his hand in between. 
“Ju-Jungkook,” you stammer, letting your spoon clank against the ramekin where there’s still more than half of the dessert left. Your hands go to where his is cupping your cunt through the diaphanous black mesh thong you’re wearing from Agent Provocateur, you pull at his arm and attempt to take it off but you’re unable to shake the grip he has on you as his fingers stroke lines against the seam to your cunt through the thin, ineffective barrier of your panties. The pad of his index finger runs its path up and down until your pussy lips feel swollen, the folds sensitive and inflamed, as you slowly wet the mesh material until it’s practically invisible from how drenched it becomes. 
“What are you doing?” he hisses, his tone both gruff and lethal. “Get your hands off of me.” 
Your insides warm as you get aroused from his harshness and you let your hands fall off from where they were still attempting to pull him away. You already had a flush from the wine earlier heating your skin but now the blood crawls up your chest and rushes to your cheeks for a different reason.
“Don’t you have a dessert to eat, Y/N?” Jungkook mocks, pausing his fingers’ wickedly dexterous pursuit.
“I-I,” you stutter, “Y-y-yes, Jungkook.”
Your body was turned 90 degrees so that you could face him but when he raises an eyebrow that means ‘Get on with it,’ you instantly turn back around to properly face the dinner table and pick up your spoon from the ramekin with a shaking hand. You scoop up some of the dessert into your mouth and nervously close your lips around it, hyper aware of everything that is happening around you, on the tether hooks as you wait with bated breath for Jungkook’s next move.
He pinches your clit, invoking a squeal to slip out of your mouth as your walls flutter around nothing, clenching in dismay. “Why so silent, Y/N? Aren’t you enjoying your dessert? I think I’m going to feast on you though.”
“Mmpfh,” you moan behind clenched teeth, hurriedly swallowing down the velvety cream and spooning up another bite to place into your mouth, “It’s so good, Jungkook,” you gasp breathlessly.
“Good,” Jungkook grunts into your ear, he’s halfway out his chair, his body stretching over the small distance between your seats. His chest is digging into your shoulder and he has an arm, the one whose digits aren’t currently focused on stroking you into madness, wrapped around your back so that he can slip it around the front and hold your neck in it’s grip, squeezing it lightly in warning. Your breath catches in your throat and you gulp, able to feel every cold curve of each individual metal ring on his fingers lightly pressing into your skin. 
“You want to keep eating, Y/N?” Jungkook murmurs, hot breath tickling your ear as his lips brush against it before he pulls your delicate lobe between his teeth. 
“N-No!” you protest.
“Oh?” He quips. His voice has gone low and raspy, the tenor of his tone licking flames in the pit of your stomach, causing your nerves to tingle from anticipation, “Got something else in mind for dessert, princess?”
You pause hesitantly. The words are stuck in your throat.
“Go on, Y/N, tell me what my bratty spoiled princess really wants for dessert,” Jungkook growls, removing his long nimble fingers from the wet heat of your cunt when you don’t answer him.
Your hands immediately fly down, pressing down on his to keep it trapped between your warm palms and your waxed, bare mons. “You, Jungkook. You,” you wail, “I want you for dessert.”
“I thought so,” murmurs the genie silkily. He removes his hand from your throat, his thumb rubbing circles into the delicate flesh before his fingers move away to tuck a wayward lock of hair behind your ear. He unwinds his arm from around you, choosing to grip your chin, tilting your mouth up before meeting your lips in a fervent messy embrace.
It’s more desperate than sensual, a frantic clashing of lips as your tongues tangle with each other and your teeth almost knock against each other from the brutal force of the kisses. Jungkook drags your plump lower lip into his mouth, his teeth lightly nipping on it while he sucks until it feels raw and battered. His hand is tangled into your hair and he’s gripping on those locks tightly to maneuver your head in the exact position he wants. You ignore the pain erupting from your scalp as your palms freely roam the length of his upper body, slipping under the thin cotton T-shirt he had on to rake your long acrylic nails against his warm, muscled back. Your fingers travel up to his broad shoulders, gripping them under his shirt until you leave little crescent indentations from your nails on his flesh.
Jungkook shifts his lips from yours as he leaves you gulping for air, struggling to catch your breath. “My fucking selfish princess has bitten off more than she can chew on her quest to feast on everything she possibly can,” he murmurs, his hot breath fans over your cheek before he softly nips on the plumpest part of it. When you gasp at the sting, his tongue immediately darts out to soothe the pain as he licks up the side of your face messily. “Baby, you made a deal with the devil for these wishes,” he rumbles.
Your dress barely covers your chest which hectically heaves as Jungkook trails suctioning, bruising kisses down the length of your throat on the path to your breasts. The shimmery wine red cloth is barely hanging on to you as your hardening nipples struggle to keep them in position acting as the only thing holding them in place. The slippery cloth has almost fallen down several times, and you are millimeters away from suddenly exposing your entire upper half to the birds that are flying around as you sit on your sky high dinner date.
Jungkook’s strong agile fingers pull at the fabric as his mouth finds the large exposed expanse of cleavage available to him. He gently presses his lips on your soft warm skin before he parts them to leave hard open mouthed kisses on your breasts. When he’s finally able to get a strong enough purchase on the dress that he can pull it down to your waist, he deftly plucks the nude silicon pads off and flings them into the night sky before wrapping his lips against one of your hardened peaks.
His fingers are strumming at its twin while Jungkook sucks and sucks at your nipple like he thinks that he can get it to leak if he tries hard enough. That thought makes you still. An impregnation kink? You had never thought of it before but the thought of Jungkook fucking you with the sole purpose of breeding you and making you round and luminous as you carry his children, your breasts large and your curves plumper and softer than before has your heart beating loudly and erratically in your chest.
“Hey,” he complains when he notices you've gotten sidetracked in your thoughts. He bites down on your furled bud to draw back your attention, “Where did you go? Someone’s getting greedy. Do you need more, princess? Do you need me to do more so you’ll pay attention to me?”
“I,” you stammer. But Jungkook ignores you, he uses both of his hands to maneuver your skin clinging dress over your hips and then he tucks two fingers into the thin ribboned band of your underwear, pulling it away from your heated skin until the delicate mesh falls apart from his use of force, getting ripped straight off of your cunt. His jaw absentmindedly falls open a little as takes in the sight of your glistening pussy folds. 
“Oh, baby, you’re so pretty,” he murmurs. 
He plunges his middle finger in, going deep within your core as he curls it up, pumping within you so furiously that you can hear loud squelching sounds coming from your gushing pussy.
“Jung-Jungkook,” you whine. You need more. You need to be stuffed. “Jungkook, I can take more!” The last word comes out as a scream when he suddenly thrusts his ring finger and pinky inside you too. All three digits are assailing your insides, your core tightens around them, clenching hard but it doesn’t stop his intensity as he makes a complete mess of your pussy, wetness gushing out and dripping on your seat, trailing down your parted thighs. 
He has the side of his face pressed against your chest, your stiffened tips poking harshly into his right cheek as he glances downwards at the wreckage he’s created from the fruits of his labor. Your head is bent with your chin tucked on top of his crop of dark cyan hair, your long tumbling locks of hair falling forward to hide your expression as Jungkook makes you lose your mind underneath him.
“Your clit is so swollen, sweet girl, do you want me to rub it?” He asks, turning towards your breasts, rubbing his face into them, his nose tickling the valley between them. 
“Yes, Jungkook,” you urge breathlessly, “Please.”
His thumb and forefinger pinches that little sensitive bead, rolling it in between them before rubbing it side to side in a rapid, furious pace. “Or maybe it’s still not enough,” Jungkook wonders, “Do you want my head buried between those thighs as you ride your way to release or do you want my cock pounding you into submission, baby?”
Your mouth is hanging open, you can barely think, let alone put together a string of words that will have Jungkook satisfied with your reply. “Jungkook,” you pant, “I need—”
“Monsieur Jeon?” the waiter inquires after returning.
You still immediately, your head bending even further to conceal your body with your hair though you are already covered by Jungkook’s body on top of yours.
“Yes, Pierre,” Jungkook murmurs, not moving his face away from the comfort of your breasts. You hadn’t even realized that had been the name of your server.
“If you and mademoiselle are done with your dinners we can take you back to the ground.”
“Yes, thank you, Pierre. We would appreciate that.”
“I will go inform the team,” Pierre acquises, “Would you like for me to get more wine as we make our way down?”
“I think we are fine for now,” assures Jungkook. 
When the staff finally leaves you push Jungkook off of you, straightening up your dress, pulling it over your breasts and tugging it down to cover your bottom again. 
Jungkook merely smirks, purring, “You’re changing your tune so soon, princess? I take it you don’t want for things to continue when we’re on the ground then?”
You stiffly cross your arms over your chest, using them as supports under your breasts to hold onto the dress and keep it from slipping down and making you expose yourself to all of the sky high restaurant’s crew since Jungkook had gotten rid of your bra pads.
“Did you have to do that?” you demand.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, princess,” Jungkook fibs.
You roll your eyes, “It’s not enough that every time we do something it’s in public but you’ve started to destroy my underwear too.”
“Oh relax, Y/N,” Jungkook coaxes, “Your rack is spectacular and will be doing a more than great job of holding up your dress. You have nothing to worry about. And even if you did ever expose yourself to anyone you didn’t want to, I would just erase their memories for you.”
“My hero,” you simper sarcastically, tugging on his right ear.
The male narrows his eyes at you, consideringly. His front teeth nip at his bottom lip and you know that you’ve gotten yourself in trouble again as Jungkook thinks up ways to get back at you during the descent of the restaurant. 
When you are finally back touching solid ground, you are able to messily untangle yourself from the harnesses that kept you secured to your seat. You almost fall flat on the ground when you gingerly step off the platform you two had been eating on, towards the cracked pavement of the empty lot. Your legs had turned into jelly during their time up in the air, it’s a combination of vertigo and your legs still being shaky from having you edged to an orgasm that was woefully stolen away from you.
Jungkook immediately catches you in his arms, peering down at you softly before coming to a decision. He lowers himself, bending down to wrap his arms around your back and thighs more securely, before picking you up in a bridal carry. Your breath gets caught in your throat as you stare back at him after hesitantly locking your arms around his thick neck.
“So,” he hedges, moving his face forward so that he can nudge at your plump cheeks with his nose. “Should the night end here princess?” he asks, “Or do you want the fun to continue when we get back home?”
“Yes, please,” you quietly beg.
Jungkook gently brushes his lips against your forehead before escorting the two of you home in a whirlwind cloud of gold dust before you two suddenly reappear in the hallway in front of the two of your rooms.
“Are we sleeping in different rooms tonight?” Jungkook inquires, just to check that your mind hasn’t changed within the last two minutes.
“Take me to your bed,” you softly urge the genie as you upturn your face, your nose nudging against the thin scar across his left cheek. He swiftly traipses forward, his long legs reaching his door in one effortless stride. 
His room is similar to yours except his bed is bigger, you notice with envy, and his furniture appears to be made of black colored iron unlike the white painted pieces in your room. He sets you down in front of him as he goes to close the door.
“Jungkook, babe,” you call out to his back. He raises an eyebrow as he turns to face you again. “Can you help me with my zipper? It’s a little hard for me to get it down.”
The slim invisible zipper to your deep burgundy shimmery dress is located right on the topmost part of your ass since it’s a mostly backless piece. Jungkook crowds you from behind, his massive frame enveloping yours as his long deft fingers go to zip you down. You shudder as his knuckles brush against the warm sensitive skin of your back, each touch sending a lighting bolt of attraction shooting up your spine while causing arousal to pool between your thighs. When the zipper is halfway down, resting on the swell of your ass, you step out of his hold. 
You turn around to face him as you pull down on the thin straps of the dress, letting them hang around your elbows as your bust works overtime to keep the dress up. With a twisted smirk painting your plush lips, you shimmy out of the glittery wine colored fabric, letting it pool around your Saint Laurent encased feet before stepping out of the circle of clothing lying on the ground. You lithely stalk towards Jungkook, your hair a sexy mess around your shoulders, curling into your breasts and brushing against your nipples as you make your way to the genie, completely nude since he had gotten rid of all of your underwear a while back.
Jungkook’s eyes softly shutter close as you finally reach him, his eyelids fluttering as he raggedly takes in a deep breath. You look utterly divine wearing only gold jewelry and your long strappy black heels that make your sun kissed limbs look miles long. You wrap your arms around his thick neck, pressing your heaving breasts against his hard pectoral muscles, “Jungkook?”
His hands grip onto your hips pulling your smooth crotch against his clothed one as he backs the two of you into the door. His hard pulsating cock is pressed against your slit and it makes you whimper when you shift and the zipper to his pants hits your clit. He secures his arms across your ass, pushing you up into his hold, making your toes tip because even in your heels you’re unable to be face to face with him. The man is sexily and inconveniently tall. Balancing all of your weight on your toes and Jungkook’s arms, you stretch so that your face is aligned with his and you can comfortably kiss him. Your teeth grab for his plump lower lip and pull it between yours so you can suck on that lush flesh, agitating it so it becomes red, wet, and swollen.
A subtle growl starts low in Jungkook’s chest as he pushes your body even further up and as you lose your footing you tangle a leg around Jungkook’s hips. His other hand moves up to roughly capture your jaw in its hold, locking you in position as he aggressively meets your lips back. His kisses are greedy and all-consuming; Jungkook kisses you like he’s a starving man and you are his first meal in a long time. His hand, the one that's gently hanging by your ass, starts to knead the supple flesh and your breath catches in your throat as you let out a choked gasp. His fingers are right by your puckered sensitive hole and you’re reminded of the fantasy you had had the night before he came into your life. Of a man touching and stroking you there in that forbidden orifice and working you up. 
Meanwhile, his mouth is busy; his tongue is prodding its way past your lips, slipping in and licking a torrid path in the lush cavern of your mouth. It’s agile and long, and the strong wet muscle twirls with your own, easily taking control of your mouth. The sounds slipping out of both of your lips as you continuously meet each other for more and more impassioned kisses are obscene; they’re loud wet sounds of fervent hunger that grow more frantic as the kisses persist.
Your core is clenching around nothing and it has you rutting against Jungkook’s crotch like a bitch in heat, leaving a dark damp patch on the black fabric of his dressy joggers. Jungkook stops stroking and squeezing your ass to pull your other leg around his hips until your stiletto heels are digging into his butt and you are wrapped entirely around his body like a koala. He backs away from the door, his lips breaking apart from yours so he can look where he is walking and carrying you. You are still kissing him though; your lips have trailed down to kiss and bite along his jaw and neck, you even let yourself suck on his Adam’s apple which has him gulping and your lips stretching into a smirk against the flushed smooth flesh  of his throat, as you can feel every movement underneath the delicate skin.
He carefully drops you onto the bed, taking precaution not to fall over with you and crush you underneath his weight. You stare up at him, wide-eyed as your lips part with hunger and surprise at the change in position. His large doe eyes have gone black with lust, becoming heavy lidded as they travel up the entire length of your body with lazy glances. 
He steps in between your parted legs, his hands curling around your soft meaty thighs, dimpling into them with the pressure from his fingertips. “Let me eat you out?” he asks huskily, his tenor sounding ragged and raspy.
“Please,” you beg with wide eyes shining with lust. Your legs part even more to let Jungkook see just how wet your folds are.
He sinks to his knees before you, holding down on your thighs as he lowers himself to the ground. He places a flurry of light open mouth kisses against your soft thighs as he nudges them apart and pulls you forward so that your ass hangs off the bed and he can throw your legs over his shoulders. Your Saint Laurent encased limbs spasm against his back and the pointed heels dig into his white T-shirt making him grunt as he falls forward a little. 
You let out a pained whine when you notice Jungkook manages to catch himself right before he faceplants onto your cunt. He slowly lowers his face, nose tenderly nudging at your slit before he purses his lips and kisses at your folds. He gently mouths at the petals of oversensitive and swollen flesh, softly lapping at the juices that cling to them. You let out a shrill, frenzied moan when he flattens his tongue against your core, licking long and hot fat stripes down the opening. Your fingers snake into his damp indigo colored locks, drenched from his sweat, scratching your acrylic nails against his scalp as you attempt to push him down further into your crotch. 
He slides his hands up your warm thighs making your muscles contract at the sensation before he grabs onto your hips, guiding their motion with his grip. He lets you rock against his mouth frantically, opening his jaw wide as your juices that he’s unable to capture drip down his chin. You wail, letting out a desperate sob as he buries his face deeper into your cunt licking and slurping like a man maddened from lust. His nose juts against your swollen inflamed clit as his teeth clamp down lightly on your folds and pull at them gently, making you convulse and twitch as you mindlessly shove your pussy against him. 
“Is this good, sweet girl,” he murmurs huskily, “Is this what you wanted?”
He brushes his plush lips over your clit, teasing you, tempting you until he has your laser focus drawn to what he is doing. It’s then that he starts working on that hyper responsive bundle of nerves, teasing that little bead with flicks of his tongue, hard focused snaps of his wet muscle against the overworked bud. He’s giving you everything; his mouth wrapping around your clit, his lips gently pressing against it in faux respite, his teeth nipping it to draw out cries, and his tongue manipulating it to make you turn feral. He’s got you in the palm of his hand and it makes him realize that he’s been neglecting you in perhaps the most important way.
“Is,” his tongue jabs into your core, “This,” his teeth clamp down on your clit, inducing tears to spring from your eyes, “Good,” he slurps at your arousal noisily, repeating the question.
You frantically nod in his direction before you realize he can't see your expression with his face shoved into your pussy. “Ye-Yes,” you choke out, clearing your throat that's gone rough from the constant stream of screaming that Jungkook’s been able to pull from your lips. You think it subsides him but then he tilts his head in a calculating way that’s got you freezing against him.
He pulls away to draw your attention back to his face, you glance at him with glazed over eyes that are confused yet frustrated. Staring right at you with sleepy, hooded lids, he holds your gaze as he runs his index finger up and down your fluttering core, gathering up your juices on top of his finger, using the transparent ropes of arousal to coat his finger, lubricating it before he plunges it into you. 
“Jungkook,” your legs spasm over his shoulders as you accidentally hit his back with one of your high heels. “I’m gonna c— I’m gonna COME! I can’t— I can’t take much more of THIS!” Your hips raise up from the bed as you squirm, fucking his finger into you since he hasn’t started moving it yet. 
He stares at you consideringly, “Fuck my fingers Y/N,” he raspily commands, “Fuck yourself to completion.”
You still, momentarily unnerved but Jungkook uses his thumb to flick the nail of his middle finger against your clit, which not only pulls out an embarrassing keen from your mouth but also spurs you into action, rocking your hips in fluid motions as your core takes in the entire length of his index finger.
You whine in frustration, complaining, “Jungkook, this isn’t enough!”
“I’d say make it enough,” the male responds, “If I hadn’t been tempting you all night long. Consider yourself lucky, princess.” And with that Jungkook shoves three more fingers in you, pumping them into you impressively faster and harder than he had ever teased you before, almost inserting half his hand, a centimeter into his palm as well, into the cunt he stretched out during dinner. It’s a good thing he thought to do that since you would be struggling when he finally took you. 
Your vision turns white as your eyes almost roll backwards and your teeth chatter, knocking into each other due to the violent intensity at which Jungkook was impaling your pussy with his fingers. Your thighs quake uncontrollably as you’re finally pushed to the brink. With your voice crescendoing into a needlessly long and cacophonously loud scream, you reach an earth shattering climax, slumping down onto the bed, your legs twitching absentmindedly.  
The male gets off of his knees, the bottom half of his face is still glistening with the remnants of your arousal. He stretches, his broad shoulders getting rolled back, before he one-handedly pulls off his fitted white tee in a decidedly sexy manner. Your eyes immediately shift to his bare upper half when you hear the clink of metal and you find yourself staring at, for the first time, his golden waist chain. The gossamer strands of metal are wrapped around his thin, sun bronzed waist, practically blinding you with the shine from their yellow color that glitters as it moves with every flow and shift of Jungkook’s body. 
Jungkook doesn’t let the chain hold your attention for too long, immediately distracting you as he unbuttons and undoes the fly on his dark cargo joggers. He lets the fabric hang loose around his hips as he palms his massive shaft though the black cotton of his Balenciaga boxer briefs. He rubs the bulbous tip of his cock through the thin fabric of his underwear as he toes off his imposing spiky heeled Chelsea boots. Once the shoes are off, he gently tugs on his pants, letting them pool around his ankles and stepping out of them.
He walks towards you almost nude except for the briefs that cling to his muscley thick thighs and show how pronounced his dick is as it struggles to pop out from behind the band. There is a cocky smirk painting his lovely coral colored Cupid’s bow and his nicely shaped eyebrows quirk in challenge as he steps in your direction. You groan in impatience and need as he stands in front of you, legs spread hips’ length apart. A light chuckle sounds from behind the plush lip he’s biting hard as he pushes down on the black elastic band of the underwear and his massive cock, which you have only felt against you but never seen before this moment, bounces out from the confines. He’s larger than you dreamed he could be, and you know better than to assume that Jungkook, fiercely competitive and authentic as he is, would increase the size with magic. 
Your hips are already subconsciously gyrating against the air as you take him in with a slackened jaw and numbly hanging open mouth. It’s girthy and twitching lightly, slightly bouncing as it stands proud free from the confines of pants and underwear. The mushroom tip is swollen and flushed a dark berry red. The thick protruding vein you wanna nibble on, runs along the underside of the cock and is more pronounced, becoming easier for you to see, when he holds up the shaft to rub at its bulbous head to work precum out of it, make the white viscous liquid bead from the tip. 
His cock is fucking pretty, and you want to suck on it, but a quick glance at the male reveals that he’s too impatient to let you do that now and just wants you to take him in. You can’t blame him after he’s gotten you off about half a dozen times over the course of the day without having blown off some steam himself. 
The tattoos along his arm seem to pop against his sun kissed skin as he strokes his cock which swells at the stimulation. “Ready princess?” he asks quietly.
“Please.” You beg a repetition of the one word that always finds its way easily to your lips when Jungkook is working you up. 
He guides his cock to your gushing slit, brushing the mushroom head against your folds, rubbing it into them causing his precum and your arousal to combine and mix. He slaps his head against your clit a few times before he deems you sufficiently drenched and ready to take him in. He slowly presses the round tip into your folds, hunting for your opening, his veiny hand guiding his shaft’s path. Slowly it breaches you, causing your mouth to fall open as a sex crazed look takes over your features. You moan a long, wanton sound at the intrusion, even though Jungkook took his time preparing you, it’s been more than a year since you’ve fucked anyone. With one hand still directing his cock, he uses the other to grab your hip to gently lift it up so he can palm the small of your back and push you up towards him.
You meet him eagerly, squirming as you help him get you up, throwing your arms over his shoulders and holding onto his neck with a deathgrip. He slowly moves the hand from your back to run along your hip and then your thigh so that he can wrap your curvy leg around his hip. Pulling your leg up had another advantage as well, now he can more easily enter you and he slams into you, impaling you with his cock until he is fully sheathed and your waxed bare mons meet the nicely groomed dark patch of hair on his pubic bone, your pelvises flush against each other. 
You can feel the ridges of his shaft sliding along your walls as they clench around him, letting you feel every bump and vein. “A-Ah,” you stutter as a mewl slips from your panting lips. “Jung—JUNGKOOK,” you cry out as his cock twitches within you and the tip just barely hits that elusive g-spot.
“Fuck,” he grunts before a guttural moan breaks out of him. 
“God, princess. This is what you wanted all along didn’t you. The entire day you’ve been teasing me. Tempting me with those fucking sly smiles and suggestive looks. You didn’t want a fucking considerate boyfriend you wanted a rude libertine to blow your back out. Isn’t that right—princess,” he hisses through his clenched teeth.
You’re unable to answer him as he quickens the pace, slipping in and out of you furiously, taking his cock almost entirely out with only his fat tip in you before thrusting manically again, pounding into your pelvis, battering up your insides and making you turn into a boneless pile of goo.
You’re practically drooling at this point while your eyes are shiny from the tears that come from his frantic impaling as he jackhammers into you. Your mouth is hanging open and he smacks the ass cheeks he’s been gripping onto this entire time when you don’t give him a reply.
“This.” Smack. “Is.” Smack. “What.” Smack. “You.” Smack. “Wanted.” Smack. “Isn’t it, princess?” he growls, ending off with one last smack.
“Yes, Jungkook!” you sob, “This is what I wanted!” You’re inconsolable as he continues with the frenzied onslaught of sex. 
He hauls you up even further, he had one arm hugging your lower back as the other focused on keeping your thigh firmly locked around his waist and then you’re bouncing on his cock in midair, the metal of his waist chain poking into the soft skin of your tummy every time the two of you met into the middle. It’s a good thing he’s helping you stay attached to him because with the way he is bending you over, making your back arch as he attacks your breasts and neck with impassioned bites and kisses, you would have fallen right off of him without the extra support.
He makes his way up to your mouth, peppering your skin with sucking kisses before finally reaching it and wildly attacking your lips with his in a messy frenzy of teeth and tongue. After what seems like long interminable moments, he finally releases your lips with a wet pop. There’s still a string of saliva connecting the two of you that breaks when he parts open his mouth and whispers sweetly against yours, “That’s all you had to say, princess.”
He picks up the pace as he buries his face into your neck, dead set on leaving a bruising hickey that will remain for several days. You press your lips against his crown, his blue hair tickling your nostrils as you attempt to silence your cries against his scalp. His hold on you tightens like he never wants to let you go, keeping your sweaty body clinging to his, his biceps flexing as he grips onto you and jackhammers uncontrollably, losing all signs of rhyme or rhythm, just knowing that he wants to be buried in your heat forever.
“Say you want this,” he demands. “Say you want ME!” The last word is punctuated by a brutal thrust that hits your g-spot perfectly and has you crying into his hair. 
“I want you,” you sob, “God, I need you Jungkook.” Your breasts are heaving against his hard pecs, your nipples dragging along the smooth solid planes of his chest as you struggle to get your words out.
If you could have seen Jungkook’s eyes at that moment, you would have seen how they turned reddish black, the color of molten lava as a look of pure possessiveness took over his features. But since you can’t see his face, you’re unaware of how your genie is falling for you just as easily as you are falling for him. 
The loud sounds of his balls hitting your skin resound through the bedroom and Jungkook never lets down on the pace. He fucks you into submission as you hang off of him, jellylike with no control over your spasming limbs. Jungkook takes your well timed bout of flexibility to maneuver your legs off of his thighs to hang off his elbows as he wraps his arms around your knees and has them circle behind you. This new height and shift in position has his hip rolls drag his cock through your folds in a more enticing manner, working up your engorged clit with every pounding. You almost forget that he’s no longer hitting your g-spot as you shriek loudly, your poor clit sobbing at the new brutal onslaught of stimulation. 
“Jungkook,” you keen, “God, Jungkook. I don’t know how much further I can go.”
“I’m sure you’ll keep up,” he hums meanly, as he pistons his hips again and again. You’re writhing against him, barely able to roll your hips to meet his every thrust anymore. You feel like you just ran a marathon and you’re approaching the last yard. The end is near and you can sense it with how overheated your body becomes and how you wince and whimper at every move Jungkook makes, able to feel every drag of his magnificent cock through your core down to what feels like the cellular level. Your walls keep clenching onto him tighter and tighter as well, reluctant to release him from their hold and he finds himself putting in even more effort into every snap of his hips.
“You’re almost there aren’t you, sweet girl,” he mumbles against your throat, biting harshly along the delicate skin under your jaw and pulling at it with his front teeth. You can only let out a wordless amalgamation of sounds erupt from your throat as you moan. 
“Let me take you there, princess,” he mutters, “I’ll be your guide, darling.” He bucks into you one last time and he’s almost done it. He’s sent you there to that precipice. You’re hanging on the high but you need to come down. All it takes is one pinch from his clever fingers to your bruised clit as he bites down on your shoulder and you’re there, screaming as you hit your release, gushing around him like a broken sprinkler while Jungkook soothes the abused flesh with soft kitten licks from his tongue, his cool saliva covering the tender area like a balm. 
As you hang of his body, your head sagging against his chest, arms no longer bothering to hold onto his neck, the male lets a faint smile grace his lips, holding you up with his impressive strength, gently rocking his cock into your drenched folds a couple more passes over before he explodes inside of you, painting your walls with his hot viscous ropes of white cum. 
You’re practically asleep in his arms when he’s struggling to pull his shaft out of your fluttering folds that still want to keep it sheathed in their slick embrace, warming his cock with their heat, but he persists, gently dragging it out. The amount of cum that flows out from between your thighs after that is almost obscene. 
Jungkook looks back at his bed before glancing at the mess the two of you have created and decides that the best thing to do right now would be to magically make the liquid disappear before also cleaning you two up like you two had come straight out of a shower. Once your skin is glowing and clean, he gently lays your body down on the right side of his bed, carefully making sure that your head is correctly positioned on the fluffy pillow before covering up your nudity with the silk comforter. 
He walks over to the other side and slips easily into bed, facing the ceiling as he reclines next to you, pondering something. He seems to finally come to a decision and the lights flicker off, swamping the room in darkness, as he turns over to face you and drags your body into his so that your ass is pressed against his front. Throwing an arm and a leg over your form that is loose-limbed in slumber, the male comfortably spoons you before he plunges into sleep as well. 
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jungkxook · 9 months ago
—hot boy bummer. (m)
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⟶ pairing: jungkook x reader 
⟶ genre: fuckboy!jungkook / friends with benefits / friends to lovers + smut  
⟶ words: 14,633
⟶ rating: 18+ 
⟶ summary: when jungkook offers you a proposition of just sex, no strings attached, how can you possibly say no? after all, what are best friends for?
⟶ warnings: kind of a crack fic, sprinkle of angst, way too casual conversations mid-sex, jealous jungkook, slight himbo jungkook tbh (he’s kind of a sweet loveable idiot), he also has a big dick oops, man bun and blonde jungkook to feed my fantasies!, multiple smut scenes!!!, missionary, dry humping, oral sex (m receiving), face fucking, unprotected sex, slight degradation (mostly jungkook hating himself), brief name calling, light choking, sort of praise kink
⟶ note: this was inspired by a number of things but mainly do me by kim petras being on jungkook’s spotify playlist, this tiktok sound, and this tumblr post lol also big thank you to @bratkook​ and @onherwings​ for letting me ramble on about this fic and reigniting my inspo for it 💛
( p.s. i tried to proofread this but if y’all see any typos no u didn’t, thank u <3 )
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Being friends with Jungkook meant a myriad of things but mainly that there were hardly ever any boundaries that stood between you and him.
Having known him for most of your life, it was just a quintessential part of yours and his relationship with one another. From high school parties where you drunkenly spewed on his shoes and in his dad’s car after he tried lugging you home (and taking the fall all himself for your sake) to letting him lose his virginity in your bed to some girl you didn’t know because your parents were out of town and his would crucify him on the spot if they had found out; or him discovering your stash of vibrators in your dorm one day, or seeing each other naked more often than was probably necessary, there was nothing that either of you could do that would phase the other at this point even when it maybe, probably, definitely should.
College, and Jungkook’s sudden six pack of hard rock abs, only seemed to amplify the chaos of your friendship. If you’re being honest, the abs are sort of a plus ━ but they brought an air of fuckboy to him that is undeniably there even if he tries to deny it sometimes. You suppose it isn’t all his fault. Jungkook has always been bold and brash, attractively charming. Considering he’s seemingly made it his mission to sleep with every girl on campus before he graduates (undisclosed, if you’re being honest, because he’s never outwardly admitted it but you have a hunch), his confidence somehow hasn’t failed him yet.
But then there’s one night in which you think to yourself briefly: this surely must draw some sort of line.
“What if we, like, had sex?”
Jungkook says this a little too casually from beside you. He’s sat on the couch in his dorm, scrolling aimlessly on his phone, and you’re sprawled out on the remaining space, feet kicked up in his lap. You’re positive he’s drunk but, then again, so are you. The remnant shot glasses of soju you had both started the night with (though you think Jungkook’s had half the bottle himself), and your second glass of wine, are all evidence of that. You’re so absorbed by some anime Jungkook had been watching upon your arrival and refused to change that you almost don’t hear what he says. Almost. You do, however, nearly choke on the gummy bear you’ve just tossed into your mouth.
After a sudden hysterical fit of coughs, you manage to sputter, “Excuse me?”
“Like, hypothetically speaking.” He hardly budges when you turn to gawk at him, as if he’s asking you something as casual as what to eat for dinner or if you could pass him the T.V. remote. “Except, not really hypothetically.”
“You’re joking, right?” You scoff.
Jungkook blinks. “No. Why would I be joking?”
You blink. The longer you stare at him, the quicker you’re able to discern that there’s some sort of earnesty in his words and it slightly concerns you. Suddenly, you’re warm in the face. To distract from that painfully obvious fact, an incredulous laugh bubbles at your lips and you kick one of your feet at his thighs. “Very funny, Koo. Can we change the show now if you’re not even watching it?”
“I’m not joking, Y/N.” The severity in his tone makes you sit up at once. When you turn to look at him, he flashes you a taunting smirk, though the devious sparkle in his eyes lets you know this seems to be anything but a joke to him. “I’m sure you’ve thought of me naked before.”
“You’re such a fucking idiot━” Okay, so maybe you have thought of him naked before but how is it your fault when you literally have seen him naked before, and he’s so unabashed around you? “Should I bring you to a hospital to get your head checked, or━?”
“Just hear me out━” Now, he pushes himself to the edge of the sofa. “Why are you here right now?”
“In life? Because I honestly have no clue━”
“No, I meant here. Getting drunk in my apartment on a Friday night instead of getting railed.”
“Okay, I didn’t ask to get called out like that,” You grumble stiffly. “And because you’re my best friend, and I like spending time with you.” It’s not entirely a lie, because you would much rather spend time with Jungkook than anyone else. But when you feel his eyes boring into you in a look of scrutiny, your lips form into a pout which you try to hide by puckering them. “Also because boys are stupid and Hoseok’s blind date stood me up. Again.”
The events from hours earlier resurface in your memory, in which you had spent all evening making yourself look pretty for a boy you had only talked to through text that your roommate had introduced you to, only to arrive to the restaurant you were supposed to be meeting at and waiting there for half an hour by yourself before the boy had sent you a message saying something along the lines of “something came up, hope we can reschedule,” filing it under one of the lamest excuses you’ve ever heard because it hardly even borders on a valid excuse. It’s what had ultimately made you storm into Jungkook’s apartment an hour ago, exclaiming aloud as a greeting with a simple yet scarily cheerful I hate men! because Jungkook knows all about your plights with finding a significant other (or even just someone decent enough to open your legs to), usually lamenting men’s inability to have any emotions. Even the ones who you think are respectable enough, who say they’re fine not having sex on the first date, usually tend to flee right after you finally let them in because sex, as you come to find, seems to be all that men care about.
Admittedly, Jungkook is not any different.
“But it’s not like you’re any better.”
This seems to personally offend Jungkook. He looks at you cynically. “Me?”
“Tell me why you’re here with me on a Friday night when you’re literally one of the hottest guys on campus,” You point out. “You can get any girl, and yet you somehow manage to ruin it every single time. Like with Eunha.”
Jungkook winces. The poor Eunha in question is a pretty girl from your chem class, whomst Jungkook had somehow managed to charm. From what you know, they had hooked up a handful of times before that fateful night in which Jungkook had abruptly broken things off with her. If you’re being honest, he’s not a total monster. The only thing that seems to scare him away is when a girl asks to cuddle him in the morning or talks about the prospective future together. He doesn’t want to hurt them, he told you once before, and finds it much easier to nip any potential relationship in the bud before it can get too far, too out of control.
“We literally only slept together three times anyway and we never went out,” Jungkook points out. “What’s the big deal?”
A roll of your eyes doesn’t go unnoticed by Jungkook. “Yeah, it’s not her fault you’re scared of commitment.”
“Nu’uh,” The boy sulks. “I’m only scared of realistic things, like microwaves.”
A snort bubbles at your lips, and it’s frustrating how adorable he finds the simple action. Rather than entertain the thought of his irrational fear of kitchen appliances (because you’ve heard it all before, and you still can’t find where he was incited with the terror of an exploding microwave), you sit up.
“Jungkook, I don’t even like you like that.”
“I don’t like you like that either. That’s why it’s so perfect!” Jungkook says brightly. “Look, we know each other better than anyone else ever could. We’re already comfortable with each other. We don’t have to go through all that boring small talk. All I’m saying is we could give it a try. No relationship, no emotions, just sex.”
You consider the thought for a moment, weigh the pros and cons in your head.
The cons? He’s your best friend.
The pros? He’s your best friend, and he’s hot.
Truthfully, your slightly buzzed mind can find very little to dissuade you away from the inviting proposition and maybe that’s why you begin to entertain the idea. And, sure, you had just complained profusely about how men sometimes only used you for sex, but it’s not like you don’t have needs too. You just don’t have the gusto in you anymore to spend days on a boy who will only just leave you the moment you let him have sex with you. At least with Jungkook, he’s already offering you a blatant deal of sex only and you know you won’t have to worry about him breaking your heart; and he doesn’t have to worry about the dreaded dreamy post-sex cuddle talk of a future family and babies and a white picket-fence home. It’s a win-win for the both of you, really. Or maybe you’re just telling yourself that.
“How would we even start?” You ask finally. “I mean… Do you even find me attractive enough in that way?”
“Yeah.” Jungkook hardly bats a lash. He meets your stare, licks slowly at his lower lip. When he sees the cross look of disbelief scrunching at your face, he hastens to respond. “I’m not blind. You’re fucking drop dead gorgeous, Y/N.”
“But physically attractive? I’m no hot girl Eunha.”
“If I wanted Eunha, I’d be between her legs right now. Y/N, of course I think you’re attractive.” A gentle sliver of a smile dances upon his lips. He leans his head on the back of the couch, eyes fluttering over your appearance shortly. “I’ve always liked your lips, and your eyes. Think they’re beautiful.”
Suddenly, you’re flustered again. The room feels as if it’s getting increasingly warmer, yet you seem to want to bask in the feeling and attention a little longer. “That’s too sentimental.”
“It’s true though.”
“Well, you’re lucky I’ve always had a thing for idiots,” You jest playfully. “Jerks, too. Playboys who are too hot for their own good.”
“Ah, and I love it when you talk dirty to me.” A cheeky grin tugs at his lips as he clutches at his heart over his chest. “It’s a good thing I like it a little too much, knowing you’ll always keep me in check.”
But then the mirth seems to fade from your mind long enough for you to hum aloud pensively, “And I’ve always liked your eyes. I’ve never seen such big eyes before. Sometimes, if I look long enough, it’s like I can see the stars in them.”
As you’re speaking about them, his irises glisten magnificently. He bites at his lip now, as if to hide the way his soft smile turns sheepish. “I like your bum.”
“Really? I always worry it’s too flat.”
“Are you kidding? Your ass is a fucking god-send. It’s hard not to stare when you wear leggings sometimes,” Jungkook admits, earning a small giggle from you. “And I like your boobs. I’ve always wondered…” He trails off abruptly, shaking his head. He shoots you an apologetic look. “I’m sorry. I’ll stop. I’m being an idiot, aren’t I?”
“Well, maybe I don’t want you to stop.”
Silence saturates the room now, settling comfortably between the two of you. He wonders what you’re thinking, and you wonder if he can hear your heart hammering against your chest. Perhaps on any other day when you were of sound mind, you could find a plethora of reasons as to why sleeping with your best friend was a terrible idea. But being that you were slightly tipsy, and Jungkook isn’t far off, you can find not one fault, except for maybe how tragically hot Jungkook looks sitting across from you and how he’s never been yours, at least in that way. Would it be so wrong to try just once?
You shift then, pushing yourself to your knees if only so you can worm your way towards him before swinging one leg over his. You settle back on his lap, hands gripping his shoulders. He can feel your core press against the inside of his thigh, just where his dick is nestled and he has to bite back a moan. His eyes are wider than usual, as if believing the moment to be surreal, though something sultry threatens to darken them.
The excitement crackles through your veins like electricity. You’ve never been in such a compromising position with Jungkook before, and you wonder if it should be concerning just how much you’re enjoying it. It almost feels as if time slows down, every second dragging on, yet he can’t look away. His hands come to tug at your hoodie (that he’s almost positive was his once upon a time before you nicked it from his closet) and you meet him part way, replacing his efforts as you pull it up and off your body. Then, you’re sitting back on his lap in your full nude glory, chest bare and right in his face. He eyes the swell of your breasts, the perk of your nipples. Of course you’re not wearing anything beneath your hoodie ━ and, god, he loves it.
“Touch me?”
Your voice comes to him in an almost dream. You reach for his hand then, your palm soft around his knuckles and the tattoos that ink his skin. It’s the same hand of which he wears the other half to your pair of friendship bracelets in one of his favourite colours of red, decorated with little pink hearts. It came in a matching set of two (yours in your own favourite colour, currently on the wrist of the hand you’re using to guide Jungkook’s), cute little macrame braid ones with hearts woven into the design that you had pointed out one day while you were both at the mall and he had bought without any hesitation mostly as a joke but resulted in both of you wearing them on a daily basis.
Now, all he can do is continue watching you with bated breath as you guide his hand right where you both want him. He comes to cup the underside of one of your breasts, your hand over his pressing his fingers tighter together until you can feel some sort of pleasant pressure. And, just like that, something feral and needy seems to snap within him. His hand slithers from your grasp if only so he can flick his thumb across your nipple, mesmerized by the softness of it. He’s only ever seen you naked once before and it was fleeting. You were both drunk, skinny dipping in a lake with a handful of other friends, but it had been too dark to notice much else. But now? Now, he can see all of you and the sight strikes a chord right down to his dick.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” Jungkook groans.
“Koo.” The cute little nickname you had given him sounds dirty now as it slips from your lips in a moan. “Too sentimental.”
But Jungkook isn’t listening because you really, really, really are so beautiful. He bows his head to your chest, catching one of your nipples in his mouth. He murmurs something against your chest that sounds akin to, “We can take things slow.”
“Slow…” Your head is spinning, but it’s a delightful sensation. Something hard pokes against your ass now, and the adrenaline only seems to build within you. It’s odd how everything feels so foreign ━ exploring his body and these newfound feelings like the uncharted territory it is ━ yet secure and safe at the same time. As if you know what to do next, where to touch next, how to move, your bodies almost fitting together like pieces to a puzzle. “Y-Yeah, I like that. Can I move?”
“Fuck, yes, please,” he growls. He’s much too busy nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin on your chest, teeth tugging at your nipple.
You hurry to obey, giving a small experimental swivel of your hips that almost immediately has the both of your inhaling a sharp breath of air. His dick strains against his sweatpants, the material doing very little in protecting him against you. Your core throbs as you rub yourself on him.
“Like this?” You rasp.
“Yeah, just like that.” Jungkook’s head rolls back onto the couch, his eyes squeezing shut and his blonde hair spilling into his eyes. He clenches his jaw, the nerves fluttering in the corner, as pure euphoria riddles his features. You don’t think you’ve ever seen anything so sexy. “Fuck, we probably shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Yeah,” You agree, breathless. “Do you wanna stop?”
“No. Do you?”
“Thank god.” The sigh of relief that emits from Jungkook startles even him but, in the heat of the moment, he doesn’t register how any of this could be a mistake. “Ah, shit━ Faster━”
“Mmm, Koo━” You whimper as you quicken your pace, the vulgar harbored thought of his dick in you thrilling you to no end.
“Fuuck, I’ve never heard you sound like this before. So needy, so desperate,” Jungkook grunts, his fingers digging into your hips. And it’s all because of him, the way you’re feeling. He’s never wanted to hurry to please you faster, itching to tear you apart if he’ll get to hear those noises from you again and again. “I━”
He’s gonna cum, and he’s not even in your pussy. What’s gotten into him?  
He presses you a little harsher against his dick, sitting up straighter so that his chest is pressed flush against yours. He leans forward, lips chasing after yours, before you pull back just enough sluggishly to press your finger to his mouth.
“Uh uh. No kissing,” You rasp.
The words process in Jungkook’s head, but the weight of them don’t seem to linger in his daze. He’s far too overwhelmed by you and the way you’re making him feel to even begin to try to decipher why you avoid his mouth and so, for now, he doesn’t care. Instead, he buries his face in the crook of your neck, nose nuzzling against your throat. You clutch at his hair, tugging at the roots tight enough for him to moan.
“Nnngh, Jungkook━” You whine. “I’m gonna━ Oh, fuck, Koo━”
And then you’re unravelling, right in his very arms. He holds you close as you tremble and shake, rutting your hips sloppily against his to ride out your high, and Jungkook thinks he can definitely get used to this. The familiar burn forms in his stomach and, without even thinking of it, he comes in the confinements of his pants.
But in the heat of the moment, he doesn’t notice quite a lot of things. Neither do you.
So, maybe you could both find a hundred and one reasons why having sex with your best friend would surely cross some lines, but the thing with you and Jungkook (and what would eventually blossom into a hubristic relationship of sorts) is that it wasn’t just sex. You would always be comfortable around him, as he would be with you. And nothing could ever possibly get weird between the two of you ━ not when you had both made a promise to each other that it wouldn’t get in the way of your friendship.
Because ━ while, yeah, he’s hot and suffers from fuckboy tendencies from time-to-time and, aside from random late night hookups ━ he was still the same boy that would drag you out at three in the morning to drive to the next city over for a bowl of ramen, who would marathon shows as long as One Piece or Game of Thrones with you, watching as much as you can in one all-nighter; who would come to your dorm, no matter the time of day, the moment you said you were sick or suffering from cramps, piled high with your favourite snacks; who shared a repertoire of silly inside jokes with you that never made any sense to anyone but the both of you; who insisted you both wear friendship bracelets even in college. He would always be an angel to you, treat you well, because you meant that much to him.
A small thought in the back of Jungkook’s head wonders, above all else, if you were anyone different, would he have even bothered suggesting such a ludicrous idea, drunk or not?
Because he’s positive no one else could make him cum in his pants like a horny prepubescent teen ━ no one except for you.
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“If we’re really gonna do this, we need to set some ground rules.”
Admittedly, neither you nor Jungkook knew what would happen after Jungkook’s proposition to you. Maybe you were expecting the two of you to pretend as if nothing had ever happened, or laugh it off as something so inconsequential that neither of you should bother worrying about it. Instead, the very next day, you find that you’re back in Jungkook’s dorm. Only this time, you’re in his bed, and he spent the past half hour sufficiently eating you out.
Now, you’ve had an epiphany in the form of Jungkook’s dick, and that is that it’s big.
You’ve seen it before on occasion ━ like when he streaked nude across campus as a dare or when he needed to use your shower because his apartment was under maintenance and he walked out on you in the living room ━ but this is clearly a very different circumstance. All red, swollen, angry tip wet and glistening with precum. You had to brace yourself as he pushed himself into you, cautiously and slowly, enjoying the way you stretch to fit around him. If you had a drunken excuse the night before for loving the thought of getting off with Jungkook, then you surely don’t have one now. It’s a shameless guilty pleasure, you think, that he’s at least indulging in.
“Rules,” Jungkook scoffs now. “You’re such a nerd. Fuck, you feel so fucking good━ You doing okay?”
More than. Your head lolls back against his pillow, eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head. “Mhm.”
“Want a minute?”
Jungkook pauses without any hesitation, gnawing on his lower lip as your walls clench around him so tightly he feels he might fall apart then and there. His hands are on your hips, thumbs rubbing comforting circles against your burning skin. A few deep breaths later and you’re probing Jungkook to move again. His hips rut into yours at a leisure pace, and he marvels for a moment at the way his dick disappears into your pussy, slick and wet with your own arousal. The thought of being in you ━ of finally feeling your walls wrapped around him, all wet and snug ━ is enough to make him bust then and there, but he refrains miraculously.
“Holy fuck,” You groan. “Why are you so big━”
Your voice cuts off into a delightful whimper, walls aching around him. Jungkook snorts, burrowing his face in the crook of your neck. “Nothing sexier than hearing you stroke my ego.”
“Don’t let it get to your already big head,” You retort sluggishly.
“Big head!” he grumbles against your throat, lips brushing faintly against your skin and sending shivers down your spine. “Insult me some more. You know how it gets me going.”
“Oh my god, shut up. Where were we?”
“Right,” You breathe in a sharp inhale of air as he grinds against your hips. “And rule number one is no kissing. That’s way too intimate.”
Jungkook quirks a brow. “How is kissing more intimate than having my dick in you?”
“It just is.” You refuse to tell him the truth. You poke your fingers at his sides, causing him to jerk against you. “Don’t question it.”
“Fine. Then no sentimental shit in general, like cuddling or pet names,” Jungkook retorts. “And no public displays of affection.”
“Okay,” You nod. “Fuck, Jungkook━”
“God, I love hearing you moan my name,” Jungkook grunts. He watches with fascination the way your face reacts at his every movement. “Too much?”
“No. Kinda hot,” You admit. An abrupt thought pops into your head that has you murmuring hazily, “Oh, and you can’t have sex with me to your sex playlist.”
Jungkook looks appalled. The sex playlist in question is one you’ve heard briefly before, if only because you’ve walked in on Jungkook and his flavour of the month a handful of times one too many times.
“So you’re telling me you don’t want to have the best orgasm of your life to The Weeknd or the Neighbourhood? WAP?” Jungkook asks, wriggling his brows suggestively. “Alanis Morissette?” You have less than half a second to register the 90s pop singer as out of place before Jungkook breaks out into song with a brief rendition of Head over Feet. “You’re my best friend, best friend with benefits━!”
Part of you knows he’s joking, but there’s still a small sliver of you that makes you gawk at him dubiously before dissolving into a fit of unabashed laughter. It rumbles against his chest, vibrates his dick in you. “You’re not serious, are you? That’s not actually in your sex playlist, is it?”
He flashes you a shit-eating grin. “Guess you’ll never know now.”
Another roll of your eyes makes him snicker. He’s gotten used to your snide remarks, but he’ll gladly keep suffering under them if he gets to wipe that taunting smirk off your face each time with the way his dick makes you feel. You cling a little tighter to his shoulders and muse aloud, “So that’s it then?”
“Yeah━” Jungkook knows you’re referring to the rules and your plan, although it’s getting harder to focus on talking as he continues to grind against you. “And nothing has to change between us, even if we stop. We’re still just two best friends.”
“Who have sex from time to time.”
He can’t help himself. He tries again. “Who might kiss.”
“Nope.” You’re smiling even despite the way you shoot him an aggravated stare first.
“We might?”
“No, we definitely won’t.”
Worth a shot, he thinks to himself. At least you really do always keep him in check.
After all, what are best friends for?
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So, maybe a part of you thought the shift in your relationship with Jungkook wouldn’t last very long. A week at most, and maybe Hoseok would find you another pointless let down of a blind date to go on and Jungkook would get horny for some other girl ━ but it’s certainly been more than a week now, and you’ve had sex with him more than two times.
A third, and a fourth, if you’re being blatantly honest, and maybe a few more times after that but you don’t really remember what count you’re both on now which should probably be concerning. Days elapse into days, which turn to weeks, then months. Morning, afternoon, and night.
It’s not as if you hadn’t already spent almost every waking moment with Jungkook but now you had a reason to be at his apartment at any and all hours of the day and not solely for movie watching marathons. You’re positive he’s still having his occasional random flings, though you’re fortunate his commitment issues at least force him to go to their homes rather than his for the most part, so you never really have to witness half-naked girls stumbling out of his apartment just as you’re wandering in. He says it has something to do with how his bedroom is his sacred space, though you think it’s more like he wouldn’t want his hook ups discovering his Overwatch figurines or something (because, before Jungkook’s proposition, you’ve walked in on him once and a girl when they were entangled on the couch in his living room).
But you’ve noticed lately you’re getting too comfortable with your arrangement with Jungkook; too comfortable knowing he’ll be there at the end of a long day to greet you, to please you until you’re crying out his name. Sometimes he tells you about the girls he’s texting, or shows you a picture from a hot girl’s Instagram whose D.M.s he’s just slid into. And sometimes you’re left wondering how often he comes straight to you after hooking up with a random girl.
It shouldn’t matter to you, and you swear that it doesn’t.
Maybe you’re just overthinking things. Hoseok certainly seems to think so, but his judgement wasn’t much to go by.
Because, lately, Hoseok has been encouraging you more and more to give Yukhei (the blind date Hoseok had initially set you up with when you found yourself at Jungkook’s) another chance for two reasons: 1) “Yukhei’s a nice boy,” he had cheerfully reminded you, “he’ll treat you well,” and 2) “Stop fucking your best friend. It’s morally wrong.”
There were many things wrong with his statement, from the fact that you didn’t exactly consider standing up a date as “nice” and that you were also still begrudgingly lamenting the way Hoseok had discovered your recent fling with Jungkook (although, you weren’t being very inconspicuous, having shower sex with Jungkook early one morning when you were certain Hoseok would be spending the day at his fiance’s home instead of yours).
But then you meet Yukhei and you realize that, oh crap, he’s cute. And he’s nice.
As it turns out, after bumping into him one day when you’re with Hoseok lounging on the quad of your campus and he comes bounding over to return a textbook Hoseok had lent him for a specific class, Yukhei is so easily charming. He also gives a pretty valid excuse for flaking on your date, proving that he had to present his dissertation, making you clearly aware that he’s cute, nice, and smart. Jungkook, on the other hand, doesn’t see the appeal, yet his curiosity and intrigue seems to get the best of him.
“So that was your blind date?” Jungkook asks after grabbing your attention on the quad and stealing you away from Hoseok and Yukhei. “Yukhei?”
“You know him?”
“Seen him around,” Jungkook shrugs nonchalantly. “I’ve never really talked to him. But him? You’re not telling me you’re actually interested in him, are you?”
“I don’t know. Maybe,” You’re truly just as clueless about your feelings towards Yukhei as Jungkook seems to be. “What’s so wrong about him?”
“He’s━” Jungkook stops. He shakes his head. “Heard he’s got a small dick anyway.”
You shoot the boy a wary look, only to find him grinning deviously at himself. “Maybe he just wants to be friends.”
At this, Jungkook lets out a scoffing sound that borders on disbelieving laughter. “No, I definitely think he wants to have sex with you in his Toyota Camry, Y/N, but what do I know?”
“You’re not jealous, are you?”
“No, why would I be jealous?”
You can’t quite tell if he’s angry or not but, then again, why would he be? As far as either of you are concerned, there’s nothing to be jealous of.
So then why does it feel like he’s simply just telling himself that?
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“Are you seriously on your phone right now?”
Jungkook asks this from somewhere behind you a handful of days later, a little peeved but most likely because your jarring 8:00 a.m. alarm had roused the both of you violently awake. In his defense, Jungkook is not a morning person.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” You’re currently sprawled out on your hands and knees on his bed, phone still in your grasp after having plucked it off the nightstand in haste. Your clothes are scattered across the floor of his room, remnant clues of the night before when he had beckoned you over after hours, and your body is covered in nothing but hickeys and an unbuttoned blue flannel belonging to Jungkook that you had chucked on last night that does nothing in covering up the swell of your breasts which Jungkook is now currently eyeing. “Am I not giving you enough attention? Were you expecting cuddles or something? Thought that wasn’t in the rules.”
“No,” Jungkook huffs. He runs a hand through his long messy hair in an attempt to fix it; he ultimately gives up taming his locks, instead using the hair tie around his wrist to tie his hair back into a cute yet sexy little ponytail. As he does so, you notice the red friendship bracelet around his wrist and smile smally. “But my dick could use some cuddles. Preferably with your mouth, but it will also gladly accept your hand.”
Jungkook may not be a morning person but, as you’ve come to realize, his dick certainly is.
It’s painfully obvious too, his hardened length straining against the gray sweatpants he had thrown on at some point. And, god, did he have to wear those? It left little to the imagination, the outline of his length teasing you just enough.
“I should get going,” You say. “I have a test coming up. There’s supposed to be a review session today in class, and I don’t want to miss it.”
“Well, you don’t seem like you’re in a rush since you’re still on your phone,” Jungkook points out. “Who are you texting anyway? Yukhei?”
“Anger is an emotion,” You rebuke casually. “So is jealousy.”
Jungkook feigns a look of mock hurt. “I’m not angry or jealous! I’m needy.”
Still, Jungkook reaches out to swiftly pluck your phone from your hands.
He’s pressed up against your back in an instant, his dick hard against your ass, and he doesn’t move very far even when you twist in your spot in an attempt to grab your phone back. You don’t, and instead you end up on your back with him on his side, propped up on his elbow. You miss when he casts a swift gaze down at your phone, only to see that Yukhei’s chat messages are indeed open, and something seems to gnaw terribly at his gut before he tosses your phone to the side. He’s looking at you now with those big beautiful eyes of his, and you hate it.
“Please?” he beckons. He ruts his hips impatiently but slowly against your leg. He drops his head to bury his face in the crook of your neck, lips dangerously close to brushing against your flesh but he refrains somehow. “M’so hard right now, could probably bust the moment you touch me.”
The thought is tempting, having a helpless Jungkook cumming in your hands. The sight alone has quickly become your favourite thing, helping the frustrated boy get off. Besides, you’re certain you could ask Hoseok for the review notes.
Fuck it, you cave.
You fidget until you’ve pressed him back against the bed and have clambered on top of him, wiggling your way down to fit between his legs. Jungkook is watching you now with a half-asleep expression, though his teeth sink into his lower lip as you pull at his sweatpants until they’re down at his thighs, letting his swollen dick spring free.
“You know━” You hum. You reach out to grab at the base of his cock. “Yukhei wants to hang out, and Hoseok keeps telling me to give it a shot.”
That much is true. Part of you wants to say yes, if only because Yukhei seems promising enough, but the thought alone is enough for you to feel as if you’ve done something horribly wrong to Jungkook.
“Oh.” The word eclipses Jungkook’s mouth in a shallow breath of air. Then, your mouth wraps around the puffy head of his dick, shining with leaking precum that you swallow back, and Jungkook’s reaction is immediate. Head thrown back, face scrunching together, muscles in his toned abdomen flexing as he seizes and grunts aloud. “Oh, fuck━ Well… Are you gonna?”
Jungkook asks the last question with much difficulty, and a part of him thinks it doesn’t all have to do with how you’re making him feel.
“Dunno.” You snort around his dick, and he marvels at how adorable such a lewd action can seem.
You decide to focus on sucking him off because it truly is a sexy sight to see, letting the topic of Yukhei drop. Jungkook certainly doesn’t mind. As you swirl your tongue around his tip and reach up with your free hand to fondle at his balls, his long hair falls into his lashes but he still tries to find you past his wild locks, hooded eyes gazing down at you.  
“Ah, shit━” Jungkook hisses delightfully, hips jerking forward instinctively into your mouth. The faintest hints of a drowsy smirk tug at his lips. “Fuck, yes, just like that.”
Yeah, you think to yourself then, you’re definitely going to ride him later. Screw going to class.
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From: Jungkook Sent: 1:05 a.m.
bro i noticed u werent wearing our friendship bracelet while u were giving me head earlier. is everything ok??
You wake in the morning to a single text from Jungkook ━ and one you had not been expecting.
That’s not to say that getting the occasional text message from Jungkook at any and all hours of the day was abnormal, but the extent of his messages sent anywhere past midnight usually always range from something more coherent in the form of “what would u do if i was there rn?” to something exuding typical lazy Jungkook manner with a simple “dtf?” or “send noods lol” to something even more provocatively cryptic such as the eggplant and splashing water (or, as far as Jungkook is concerned, something else entirely) emojis and nothing else, left open for your own interpretation that typically, usually, without a doubt, results in you in his bed and his dick in you. But this seems to be something else entirely.
Unfortunately, Jungkook’s text isn’t the only concern of yours.
Hoseok has spent the better part of the morning giving you a lecture on why having sex with your best friend is bad. He seems so passionate about the topic that you’re certain he would have pulled out a powerpoint at any moment, each slide ending in a picture of Yukhei and why you should maybe try fucking him instead, if you entertained the idea a little longer. Hoseok claims it’s just a harmless date. Yukhei might be a nice boy, but you don’t know how you feel about him. You don’t want to lead him on, and a scary thought points out the fact that maybe, while Yukhei is a nice boy, he isn’t Jungkook.
“I don’t get why you don’t just give Yukhei a chance━” Hoseok is saying now, sat on the couch in your shared apartment with him. “It’s not like you have to marry him. I don’t think one date will hurt━ Aaand, you’re not even listening to me anymore, are you?”
The sheepish look on your face is enough of an answer for him. You’ve been anxiously eyeing your phone and the text Jungkook had sent you last that you’ve yet to respond to, even despite being awake for more than a few hours now.
“Yes, I am listening,” You say dismissively. “Something about how one date won’t hurt, but that’s what you said when Yoongi asked you out, and you’re literally engaged now.”
The glistening metallic ring on Hoseok’s finger is evidence enough. The boy looks down at it as if seeing it for the first time, purses his lips, and then nods in agreement. “Okay, yeah, maybe you’re right. But you’re holding out for Jungkook and for what? He’s hot, yeah, and he’s your best friend, sure, but at the end of the day he’s still just a horny male who wants to stick his dick in anything that moves.”
“Hoseok.” Your grumbling sigh is interrupted by the motion of your phone vibrating against your thigh once more. You peek at the screen fleetingly to see a new text.
From: Jungkook Sent: 2:35 p.m.
send n00ds?
miss ur tits :(
Typical Jungkook.
The text from the night before is all but seemingly forgotten from his mind, and you can’t quite tell if you’re devastated or relieved. You don’t have very long to discern which emotion you’re feeling when Hoseok snatches your phone to look at what’s gotten your attention before exclaiming suddenly, “Aha! See! What did I say?”
“It’s not like that,” You wave Hoseok off. “Jungkook treats me well. He respects me, and I’m comfortable with him.”
“And how long until whatever this is━” He gestures vaguely to your phone as if to point out your relationship with Jungkook, “has to end? Do you really think a pinky promise is going to make sure your friendship with him isn’t totally ruined? I mean, how can you continue being casual friends with someone, see them dating someone else, when they’ve had their dick in you?”
You know it makes sense. Realistically, you either stop sleeping with each other or it potentially develops into something more. But in both circumstances, what were the chances that either of you didn’t get your heart broken? Maybe a part of you was apprehensive of Jungkook finding the “right” person for him one day that has him ending things with you, and while you swear you’d be happy for him, relationships sometimes have a way of distracting people from those already around them. Were you prepared to have someone take him away from you, platonically and whatever it is else that you have with him? Did you really think you could just keep being friends with him, as if nothing ever occurred between you two?
You don’t think Jungkook is bothered worrying about the state of your friendship with him, much less overthinking it like you seem to be. It shouldn’t be a big deal ━ yet why was there still that terrible nagging voice in the back of your mind? Whether or not Hoseok is right, you don’t want to find out. You don’t have feelings for Jungkook anyway.
But your ability to bend at his every will is certainly interesting.
You grab your phone before Hoseok can do any serious damage like unlocking it and responding to Jungkook, clutching it to your chest as you start to cross the living room. The other boy looks at you in bewilderment. “Where are you going now?”
“Where does it look?” You call over your shoulder just before you disappear into the bathroom, and Hoseok deduces all at once that you’re truly a lost cause. “I need to send him a picture of my boobs.”
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“He’s totally into you, Y/N.”
Admittedly, there were many mundane but essentially weird things you’ve talked to Jungkook about while having sex. You’ve had many heated debates about everything under the sun from whether or not pineapple on pizza should be illegal to top five betrayals in either movies or animes, to passionate grand philosophical discussions about what exists outside of the universe.
It’s not as if you had been planning on talking about Yukhei to Jungkook when he had invited you over to his apartment late at night after sending your risqué boob picture to him but, like many things in your friendship with Jungkook, it sort of just happened. He had asked you how your day was and you had decided to broach the topic experimentally, though you think deep down you’re doing it on purpose to see if he’d react in any way. What started with you mentioning Hoseok’s adamance and you sort of genuinely asking Jungkook for advice on Yukhei somehow evolved into Jungkook interrogating you on whether or not you’ve hung out with him yet.
“Jungkook. You’re getting off topic,” You admonish him now, as if your own choice of topic is any better when his dick is currently in you.
Jungkook is wedged between your thighs smushed up against your chest, large palms holding you on your ribcage in place beneath him. He’s a comfortable heavy draped over top of you, cock stretching you wide. You can feel his heart hammering against yours and he’s slick with sweat, golden hair clinging to his forehead and in his pretty eyes. You resist the urge to reach out and brush the messy locks away but, again, how would that be any less intimate of an action than what you’re already doing? Another line uncrossed, you suppose.
“How am I off topic?” Jungkook retorts. “You literally just said you can’t tell if he’s into you but he dropped by when you were done class and bought you lunch. You don’t just do that for a girl you don’t care that much about.”
“You buy me lunch, like, every day,” You point out.
“Because you’re my best friend. Of course I care about you,” Jungkook says.
“Ah, Jungkook━” You curse suddenly, grabbing his attention when you shift your weight beneath him. “You’re crushing me. Why’d you stop moving?”
He doesn’t have an answer, if only because he hadn’t even realized he’d stop moving in the first place. Without hesitation, he continues leisurely rutting his hips against yours, grabbing at one of your legs to hook it around his waist. This new angle lets you feel even more of him as he sinks further into you, if that was even still possible, reaching so far into you that you swear it’s like you can feel him in your stomach. Your head lolls back against the pillows, pure euphoria contorting your face so much so to the point that it distracts you entirely from the distant look glazing over Jungkook’s eyes.
“Yukhei definitely wants to bang,” he huffs under his breath.
At once, an exasperated groan fills his ears.
“I can’t believe we’re seriously having this conversation right now,” You roll your eyes, fingers prodding at his sides. “I don’t wanna talk about Yukhei potentially wanting to have sex with me.”
Jungkook’s glad you said it, at least. Though now he’s watching you with hooded eyes as he thrusts into you a little harder, maybe a little intentionally. His indulgent gaze droops to your breasts, admiring the way they bounce beneath him each time his hips make contact with yours. He thinks back earlier in the day to the picture you had sent him which, really, had sparked the mood for the rest of the night.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he whines abruptly. His eyes screw shut and brows furrow together as your walls clench around him. He drops his head to bury his face in your chest, lips momentarily wrapping around one of your nipples as he sucks harshly at the soft flesh. When he speaks next, forehead still resting against your collarbones, his voice is a breathless croak, “Well, do you like him?”
“No,” You moan. “Maybe━ Fuck, Koo━ I don’t know.”
“He’s gonna be at that party Tae’s throwing, isn’t he?” Jungkook tries to focus, but it’s becoming increasingly harder to do so when he’s inching closer and closer to his high. “Shit, ah, Y/N━ Why don’t you try talking to him or something? See how the night goes?”
“He’s nice but I don’t think he’s the one for me,” You admit sheepishly. “I think I’m just gonna end things while I still can, with as little harm as possible.”
“Well, glad that’s settled,” Jungkook mumbles. “Can we please stop talking about Yukhei now?”
You seem to miss the way he clings to you a little tighter, hands flying down to grip at your hips, nails digging crescent moon shapes into your skin. He snaps his hips into yours a little faster this time, your pussy throbbing around him.
“Nngh, Jungkook━”
Your hands fumble to grip at his hair, tugging tightly at the roots and earning a delightful hiss from the boy. Your own mouth drops open in a silent moan and it’s a wonder he doesn’t combust at just how sexy the sight is. He hates how his eyes stay trained on the shape of your lips, the soft plumpness of them. He’s felt them wrapped around his dick plenty of times before but he concedes that it’s probably hardly anywhere near to how it would feel to kiss you. Like actually kiss you, tongue and all.
God, what’d he give just to smother your lips with his.
And, god, he hopes you never find out. He’s positive that thought is far more scandalous alone than anything you’ve ever done together.
You’re writhing beneath him now, hips jutting forward desperately to meet his. “I’m gonna cum, Jungkook━”
“Fuck, yes,” Jungkook growls. “Wanna feel you cream around my cock so bad. Come on, baby━”
In the heat of the moment, you seem to miss the pet name that slurs off his tongue and the sentiment in it. A few more jolting slams of his hips and you’re tumbling over the edge. He has to sputter for air when he feels your pussy wrapping so tightly around him, stuttering in his pace above you if only to watch as you unravel beneath him. Hooded dark eyes glazed over in that perfect fucked out expression he loves so much, teeth biting at your lower lip so hard he wonders if it’ll bruise in the morning.
A sudden thought pops into his head when you’ve settled enough, amongst the blinding pure white of bliss that clouds his thoughts. “Did you get my text by the way? The one I sent last night?”
You gasp for air. The bracelet on your wrist itches at the mention of it, and you’re fortunate you decided to wear it that afternoon before coming to Jungkook’s. “Y-Yeah━”
“Everything’s fine,” You say this as dismissively as you can. Your core is still vibrating after the harsh impact of your orgasm paired with Jungkook’s swollen length still in you. “I just… I was taking a shower and didn’t want to get it wet. I forgot to put it back on in the morning.”
That’s a lie. You had mostly taken it off as part of an experiment, though it hasn’t answered much. At least Jungkook doesn’t seem to realize that.
“Oh,” Jungkook breathes. A beat of silence passes, before he deadpans cockily, “Wait, you were taking a shower and I wasn’t invited?”
“Oh my god, shut up━” Maybe if he hadn’t just currently driven you to nirvana and back, you’d notice the way the sloppy grin on his face is a simple taunt. But you’re much too distracted to care. Instead, you use your leg that’s still hooked around his waist to gently push and roll him onto his back so that you can straddle his hips. His eyes sparkle mischievously as he watches you waste no time in hurrying to grind against him at an agonizingly steady pace that makes his head spin. “You’re ruining the moment. I’m trying to make you cum.”
A devious cackle rumbles from his chest, albeit a little contented at the same time. Yeah, he definitely likes the sound of that. “Well then, by all means, don’t let me stop you.”
It’s only then that his question comes back into your mind. If he felt the need to ask you again about the bracelet, maybe that meant something after all. At the very least, it means he hadn’t forgotten about it altogether. On the other hand, you wonder how often he had spent thinking, or over-thinking, the issue in the past twenty-four hours, if at all.
Was it wrong to feel some semblance of joy over that potential fact? Probably.
That doesn’t seem to bother you much this time. Not when he’s gazing up at you as if you’re some divine sexy goddess, all his to enjoy. You can’t help yourself; you reach down to brush the sweaty hair from his eyes, perhaps all too gentle of an action for best friends.
And he smiles, maybe a little too softly and maybe a little too ardently if you look close enough.
He smiles.
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The thing about your supposed “rules” with your relationship with Jungkook is that there might be a few loose ends that neither you nor Jungkook pay much attention to sometimes.
But that’s neither here nor there.
Mostly, the “no public displays of affection” clause is easily disregardable. It’s typically when you’re too drunk to remember it and a bit needy, craving one another’s touch, but those around you never truly seem to care or even notice because, if you’re lucky, they’re equally as smashed. Sometimes the “no cuddles” clause blurs into a gray area where it’s simply just you and Jungkook post-sex, sprawled out in his bed, not necessarily wrapped up in one another’s arms and cooing sweet nothings to one another but giggling at nothing in particular except one another as you bask in each other’s company and nothing more. You suppose some rules are meant to be broken.
For the most part, Jungkook never seems to question the no kissing rule you were so adamant in insisting. Not until one night in which you’re left wondering where things go so drastically wrong. It starts off as normally as any other day with you and Jungkook can, spent in his apartment binge watching movies. You hadn’t expected that night to switch as suddenly as it does when Jungkook shoots you a text earlier in the day asking if you want to come to his for a night of casual drinking as simply “best friends.” But, as always, one thing seems to lead to another, and you can’t get enough of Jungkook. Maybe it’s in the way he holds you a little tighter, the way he tugs you onto his lap on the sofa in his living room, the way he grips your thighs with a certain type of insatiable desire.
“You know…” he hums. “You drive me insane. In, like, the best way possible.”
Part of you realizes his actions even without him seeming to, and the drunken smile on your face remaining frozen in place, a little dumbfounded. “Jungkook…”
“When I’m with you…” He lifts his stare to look at you, but you have nothing to say. Neither does he. Instead, you’re left grinning at one another and suddenly your face is warm. He leans towards you, his nose nuzzling against the side of your throat. Your hands stay threaded in his hair now, and he swears he feels you secure your grip as if to pull him closer.
You can feel his lips brush faintly against your skin, grazing along your neck to the underside of your jaw. Up, up, up, until━
It’s just as his mouth meets with the corner of yours that you register what he’s doing, even in your clouded state. You turn your head just in time, and he comes to an immediate halt, his lips barely making contact with your cheek instead before he pulls away. He doesn’t move very far but you also don’t push him away just yet. Instead, you shift your head to look at him, still inches apart from him.
“What are you doing?” You ask. He can’t quite tell if you’re appalled or not, an empty expression staring back at him.
“I━ You━” He fumbles over his words, squeezes his eyes shut. He blames it on the alcohol even though his head is swimming with thoughts that seem to only concern you. But then a fierceness seems to stir within him, one that makes his jaw clench as he meets your stunned stare. The question rolls off his tongue without meaning to. “Is this about Yukhei?”
“Is that why you weren’t wearing our bracelet the other day?”
The question is so ridiculous, you have to laugh. “What are you going on about?”
But Jungkook doesn’t see what’s so funny and so he tries again, his persistence taking hold. “Is that why you won’t ever let me kiss you?”
You blink. Then, you’re shaking your head at him. Exasperation hangs heavy in your words, shaping in the form of a tired scoff. “You’re not serious.”
You’ve slithered off of his lap before he can even think to stop you ━ but if he had, would you have even stayed? You’re mad, but he doesn’t know why. “No, I wanna know. Because if what we have is already so meaningless, what makes a kiss any different?”
“So I wanna know,” he says, brows unconsciously knitting together. His gaze is searching yours desperately, as if begging for an answer he’ll want to hear. But he knows he’s being an idiot, a small sober part in him makes him realize that. “Humour me. Have you had sex with him yet?”
“Oh my god. I can’t believe that’s what you’re on about.” Suddenly, you’re frowning. Your hardened stare meets the boy’s and the irritation that scrunches at your face makes him wince, but it’s too late for him to take back the damage that he’s done. “Yeah, Jungkook, we fucked in his stupid Toyota that you hate so much and he choked me and I liked it. He did all sorts of dirty things to me. Is that what you want to hear?” The sardonic tone hisses at his ears, but he bites back his words, the sober part in him doing some decent good by shushing him. “No, Jungkook, we didn’t fuck. We haven’t even gone on a date, and I don’t even know if I want to, and you think I’m throwing myself at him.”
“But you wanna.”
“You’re being an idiot,” You admonish. “I’m going home. Talk to me when you’re sober.”
He has just enough time to watch you turn on your heel, march towards his door, when he scrambles to his feet. The weight of his words and actions finally seem to dawn on him, hitting him harshly in the face and in the heart.
“Fuck, wait! Wait━” he gasps.
He chases after you, hand reaching out to press his palm against the door before you can shimmy it open. He’s fortunate when you turn to look at him, though your arms are folded impatiently over your chest.
“You’re right. I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you mad,” he promises earnestly. Then, he lets out a frustrated groan. “I just… What if we… Shit, what if we stop for right now? Y’know… Hooking up. Whatever this is.”
He gestures vaguely between the two of you with his hands, a wearied look plastering his face.
You hate to admit how his words seem to affect you. They bite at the air, leave you breathless as you gawk at him, but the harsh realization of it all is that you were never his to have and he was never yours. Hoseok had been right when he said these things were bound to come to an end ━ so why did it seem to hurt you so much?
A beat of prolonged silence passes between the two of you. Jungkook runs a hand through his chaotic blonde hair, digging the heel of his palm into his temple as if to rid himself of a headache he’s no doubt sporting. Maybe you’re waiting for a better explanation, but he gives none, and you don’t feel as if you have the right to ask why. He’s not your boyfriend, for god’s sake. It’s not like he’s breaking your heart.
Instead, you take a deep breath and say, “Okay.”
“Okay.” It’s all that he says in return.
So then why does it feel like he is?
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When Jungkook had promised that if your fling with him ended you would go back to being untainted best friends, he was apparently lying.
A part of you can’t believe the sheer nerve of him to ghost you in his traditional fuckboy ways, and yet he does. You suppose not entirely, at the very least. Part of it ends up with you being even more vexed by his sudden shift in emotion, and the tangible tension that rises between the two of you should have been dealt with properly, yet neither of you do anything about it, leaving your friendship stagnant and stale for a week. After all, how are you really supposed to go back to “just friends” when you’ve seen his dick one too many times?
You refrain from telling Hoseok, if only so you don’t have to hear him tell you he told you so ━ but you also decide to give Yukhei that one chance, and so you think Hoseok wouldn’t mind so much anyway.
Admittedly, when Yukhei asks to hang with you at Taehyung’s eventual party, you aren’t entirely too keen, but you accept it if only because you heard Jungkook will be there too. For the majority of the night, you don’t see the boy, and you spend the hours cozying up with Yukhei in a conversation that dulls you. As it would appear, it seems to bore Yukhei too, but you only notice that when he starts touching you on your waist and the small of your back. There’s a moment where he leans his head close enough to yours that you realize he’s trying to kiss you, resulting in an awkward encounter in which you push him away, palms on his chest.
“What’s wrong?” he asks. The answer is obvious enough to you, but you don’t think you should tell him for his own dignity. That, instead, all you can imagine is Jungkook in his place. “Should we get out of here?”
“Y/N. Can I talk to you?”
You’re both fortunate yet horrified when you hear Jungkook’s voice. He’s standing just behind you, his own stare devoid of any emotion, though his brows furrow and his jaw clenches in a signature Jungkook manner that you know means he’s pissed. He hardly acknowledges Yukhei, nodding in his general direction. You don’t remember if you leave Yukhei there or if he leaves, or if Jungkook even gives a poor attempt of an excuse to the boy, but you’ve not so much as uttered a single word or let out an exhalation of air, when Jungkook ultimately pulls you off to the side where it’s just you and him once more.
“I’m not sucking your dick in Tae’s grimy bathroom, if that’s what you want,” You scowl once Yukhei is out of earshot. “You’ve lost the privilege that is my mouth.”
“That’s not━” Jungkook shakes his head, exasperated. “That’s not what I want. I just━ I’ll take you home. Please?”
You know the offer is much more than him simply walking you the route to your dorm, which you already know like the back of your hand. Yet, you don’t argue. Truthfully, it’s a relief when Jungkook lugs you out of the party. The entire venture back to your apartment is treacherous, in the way that you’re left sobering up enough to the point that your dizzying thoughts become more coherent. Hoseok is gone for the weekend at least, spending the days with his fiance, so you don’t have to worry about humiliating yourself in front of your roommate when it comes to Jungkook.
You’ve barely made it through your front door when you’re grumbling aloud, “What do you want, Jungkook?”
“I wanna talk,” he says firmly. “About us. About Yukhei.”
“Maybe I don’t want to.” But that’s a lie. Talking to Jungkook, even despite masquerading your annoyance for him, is a blessing in disguise. You’ve missed the idiot, and hearing his voice. “Besides, you told me to give him a chance.”
“And you said you didn’t want to.”
“Maybe I changed my mind.”
“Yeah, you sure seemed like you loved it when he was trying to shove his tongue down your throat,” Jungkook retorts bitterly. “C’mon, Y/N. We both know that’s a lie.”
“You know, you’ve been a real dick lately.”
A sliver of a smirk tugs at Jungkook’s face. “I thought you love dick.”
Clearly, his poor attempt at a joke doesn’t land well with you. “Why do you even care so much if Yukhei and I get together? Stop acting so high and mighty and moral, Jungkook. It’s not like you’re some virgin saint. How many times have I heard you talk about all those girls you’ve fucked? And what was I? Just another notch in your belt this whole time?”
“What?” Jungkook gasps now, as if disbelieving you would ever think such a thing. “No! You’re not just another notch. I would never even think about you that way. And I haven’t had sex with anyone else but you this whole time and I easily could have.”
“Wow! Such a martyr,” You remark dryly. When you speak next, you meet his stare with your own crestfallen gaze. “I just want my best friend back.” Your words hurt him more than you think, but he can’t say he doesn’t deserve it. “You’re the one who tried to kiss me, then suggested we stop whatever it is we’re doing━”
Jungkook flinches. “I know.”
“Then you ignore me for days even though you promised nothing would change━”
“I know,” he says desperately. He closes the distance between the two of you, yearning to reach out and touch you. Instead, he clamps his eyes shut, trying with all his might to focus when the room feels like it’s spinning.
“And then you get mad when Yukhei tries to make a move. It’s like you’re jealous or something!”
“I am.” He can’t take it anymore. The words tumble from his lips in a rush that he hardly bothers to bite back.
“Because━ Because━” He struggles to form his thoughts into words, stumbling over his sentence. Fuck, he’s never like this. Even you can tell. He grits his teeth next. “I lean in to kiss you and you look at me as if I’m out of my mind. I just don’t get it. You don’t want me to kiss you but you let me put my dick in your ass.”
The taut line of your lip quivers as you break. “That was one time and you didn’t even get all the way in!”
“Y/N.” Jungkook hums now. He’s gazing at you a little softly, reaching out to place his hands on your waist. “Look, I know I’ve been an idiot. But lately, when I touch you, I fucking feel so alive and the thought of Yukhei doing anything with you when it isn’t me, who should be with you, makes me want to vomit. And when I wake up in the morning alone, I only want you next to me. And I can’t be the only one feeling that way. If I am, tell me. Right now. Please. I just wanna know why you won’t ever let me kiss you, but you let me do all sorts of things with you. Am I really that repulsive?”
Another moment of silence stifles the room. Jungkook is so close to you now, you can’t help yourself. You reach up to tug at the collar of his shirt, fingers twisting in the material as you lean your forehead out of frustration against his shoulder and he instinctively lets his arms slither around your waist, holding you to him. Then━
“I only made the rule because I don’t want you to kiss me unless you mean it,” You murmur into his chest. “Like really, really mean it. Like I’m more than just a notch in your belt. Because I want to kiss you so badly, and I’m already in love with you but then I’ll really be in love with you and I don’t want to get my heart broken.”
The anticipation kills you, awaiting his response. You refuse to lift your head, until you hear him grumble, “You’re so fucking stupid.”
The retort is filled with your typical jestering hostility as you finally look at him. But just as you do so, Jungkook’s reaching out to grasp at your face, rough hands all soft and gentle as they cradle your cheeks, guiding you towards him and smoothing his lips over yours until you melt like putty in his hands.
Kissing Jungkook, you deduce at once, is not at all how you imagined it.
It’s everything and more. You’ve felt his mouth on you before but in much different circumstances. Between your legs, on your throat, down past the valley of your breasts ━ and each kiss then had been feral, sloppy, rough. Now, it’s sweet and tender, the feeling of his lips as soft as how he makes your heart feel. And the butterflies━ god, the butterflies.
Impatient hands tug and pull at one another until you’ve both stumbled into your room and onto your bed. He’s clambered over top of you, lips struggling to not part throughout the whole ordeal, until he’s wedged himself between your thighs.
Only then does Jungkook part from you just enough in the next moment, lips brushing against yours, as he whispers ardently, “I mean it.”
Then he’s kissing the corner of your lips down to the underside of your jaw, his mouth grazing along your skin in a feathery touch. His hands help you shed your shirt, and the bra underneath. “I mean it when I kiss you here.”
Then he drops his head to your neck, kissing at the base of your throat, before nipping at it lightly. “And here.”
Your hands come to thread in his hair, tugging at the roots. He burrows his face lastly in your chest, snatching the nipple of one of your breasts between his teeth. “Here…”
You’re so soft and supple beneath his hands, all his to love and explore.
“I want you, all of you,” he mumbles. “Only you.”
“Oh, Koo…”
A pretty moan tumbles from your mouth, and he could nearly cry. He had surely thought you were far past the point of enraged, far past the point of pensive words shaped in a heartfelt apology to bring you back to him. But then hearing you rasp his name ━ the little cute nickname that only you call him ━ makes him so goddamn remorseful.
He smothers your lips with his once more, groaning into your mouth. “I’m such a fucking dick. I don’t deserve you.”
“Don’t say that,” You whine.
“I’m sorry,” he laments. He bites at your lower lip, suckling against it. “Please let me make it up to you.”
“You already have.”
“But I’ve been such a shitty friend,” he groans. It’s hard to focus when he’s pressing his hips against yours, the forming bulge in his pants straining against the inside of your thigh. “I should’ve known when to stop. I shouldn’t have even suggested the whole thing in the first place, because then I wouldn’t have messed us all up.”
“Jungkook,” Your grip tightens in his hair. “Jungkook━ I want you so bad. Just wanna be yours.”
“Yeah?” His breath is warm as it fans against your neck. You rub your core eagerly against him, throbbing pussy so close to making contact with his dick.
“Yeah,” You mewl.
“What do you want from me?”
“You. Wanna feel your dick in me, please,” Your fingers tug at the top of his jeans, prodding at the muscles on his abdomen. “In my mouth. Can make you feel better, Koo, I promise. Just wanna be your good girl.”
“Mmm, I like the sound of that.”
He lets you push him until he’s on his back and you’re straddling his hips. Your limbs entangle with his as you shed the rest of your clothes, your own hands wandering up and down the front of his body after he’s tossed his shirt onto the floor. Then he watches as you shimmy your way down his body. You’re so zealous in pleasing him, wrapping your hand around the base of his dick, head angry and red, dribbling pearly beads of precum down the shaft and over the bulging vein that lines it. You run your thumb over the tip and down, spreading the sticky fluid over him. He grunts in response, nearly jolting at your touch, as his head drops back against his shoulders.
“Oh, fuck,” he growls.
You pump him slowly, taking you time as your closed fist glides up and down his length. He shudders each time your hand reaches the base, and becomes so carried away with your leisure teasing that his eyes are screwed shut and misses the way you dip down to kiss at the tip of his cock. His eyes immediately flutter open, a flustered expression painting his face. You lap again at the head, saltiness coating your tongue, and you let out a simpering moan that has him quivering. And when you wrap your mouth entirely around his cock, sinking down along his length, he swears he’s about to fall apart. Your eyes flicker upward to meet him and the moment they lock, so sexy and dark, he has to look away for fear of busting right then and there. He reclines back against the bed once more, his hand flying out to grab at your hair.
“You’re so good to me, baby,” he rasps.
He can feel the curve of your lips against his cock as you suck him off. You do so well, too. Puffing your cheeks out, taking as much of him as you can until it feels as if he’s hitting the back of your throat. Then, you’ll suck at the tip of his cock, tongue swirling rapidly around, as your fist rubs his shaft. It’s a beautiful mix, one that inches him closer and closer to his high, and each time you switch he has to hold it together to not let go so soon. He wants to enjoy it, needs to bask in it. Your pretty mouth doing such sinful things, making him feel as if he were in heaven.
“Shit━” His hips jut forward to meet with your mouth, accidentally hitting the back of your throat without warning. You gag a little, but don’t pull away, and when he apologizes to you hastily, you only moan in response. A thought pops into his head that has him beckon aloud, “Will you be a good girl and let me fuck your mouth? Huh, baby?”
You hum in approval, eyes shimmering with glee.
So, he plants both hands in your hair, grabs at the sides of your head, and as you hollow out your cheeks, he bucks into your mouth. He does it again and again, listening to your crescendoing mewls of delight, forming a sticky mess of drool and cum that spills onto your chin.
“God, you’re so good,” Jungkook grunts. He’s a complete wreck, eyes screwing shut, blonde tresses spilling into his lashes. The muscles in his abdomen twitch with each sharp inhale of air he takes, so mesmerized by the shape of your pretty mouth around his dick, like you were made for him. “Such a good girl, huh?”
He fucks himself into your mouth roughly, frantically. Tears start to prick at your eyes from holding your breath, yet you keep yourself together just a little longer for him, lashes fluttering shut tightly.
“All mine too,” Jungkook hisses. “Wouldn’t let Yukhei do this to you, would you? Fuck, I’m━”
With your head left immobile stuck in his grasp, you hum in disapproval instead. You know he’s close when you start to hear him panting breathily. When he cums, it’s with a fractured whine and in short hot bursts onto your tongue and down your throat. You swallow as much as you can and, when he parts from you with a resonating lewd pop, you wipe away with your knuckles at the rest of his cum leaking out of the corner of your mouth and onto your chin. Dark hooded eyes meet with yours, a mischievous glint captivating them. You crawl over to him, straddling his hips once more, chasing his mouth with yours. Your own lips are so wet, coated in saliva and cum, bruised plump, but yet you’re smiling so innocently past the way he can taste himself on his tongue.
A dazed thought pops into your head that has you murmuring wistfully against him, “Say it again. I like hearing you call me baby.”
“Hmm? What about when I call you my good girl?” Jungkook nips at your lips. He grasps at your waist, flipping you over until you’re on your back beneath him. “You treat me so well, baby; you’re my only girl, you know that.”
A contented sigh sounds from you as you rut your hips in thinning desperation to meet his, so close to rubbing against his dick nestled against his thigh. He licks at his fingers hastily, reaching between the two of you to press against your clit, rubbing leisurely at the soft bundle of nerves. He’s learned how to navigate your body after months of supposed emotionless fucking, but now? Now, he felt as if his heart may just burst through his chest. Every reaction you make to his every touch ━ the needy plea to have him make you his, call you baby ━ makes him want to see more, and more.
“Am I?” You ask hoarsely. He grasps at his dick, guiding his tip to your core, so slick and wet, glistening with your own arousal. As he pushes himself in with a hiss, he watches as you contort beneath him. “Nnngh, Jungkook━”
“Fuuck,” he groans. He sinks into you, spreading your thighs further and further apart, until his hips make contact with yours. His mouth attacks yours with a feverish passion, the rumble of his moans and your whimpers muffling against one another. Then, he remembers to answer your awaiting question, barely audible between the way his tongue lavs at yours. “You are. I’m so fucking in love with you. But I don’t deserve you.”
Your hands tug impatiently at his hair. “Stop saying that.”
“But it’s true,” he hums. He’s quick to start rutting at your hips in a steady yet agonizing pace, dick burrowing into your pussy as your walls throb and shake. He can’t help but watch, mesmerized as always by the way his length slips past your folds and disappears into you. Again, and again, and again, so lewdly destroying your pretty cunt. “Just want Yukhei to touch you all over instead, don’t you?”
“No,” You croak.
You spread your thighs instinctively wider apart, allowing him to sink even further into you until it feels as if he’s hitting you so far in your stomach. Each roll of his hips is punctuated by the crude noise of skin against skin, sending you spiralling.
“Want him to do all sorts of dirty things to you, huh?”
“N-No. Fuck, Jungkook━ Harder, please━”
“That’s what you said,” Jungkook retorts. Still, he listens to your pleas, snapping his hips into yours roughly enough to send you jolting back on the bed. His hands start to roam your body, pinching at your hips, then grasping ferociously at one of your breasts. “Want him to fuck you in his car, right?” His palm feels like fire as it slides up past your collarbones to your throat. “Want him to choke you.”
His hand comes to wrap around the underside of your jaw on your throat, thumb and index finger pressing against the pressure points there. He squeezes, though with barely any force, just enough to feel your rapid pulse beneath his digits in a way that makes you so suddenly hyper aware of everything he’s doing to you. Cock stretching you wide, palm heavy around your throat, mouth folding over yours. So caught up in the overwhelming sensations you’re feeling, you can’t tell if he’s genuinely upset with himself, though you suspect part of him is. You can sense it in the way he clings to you a little tighter, can see it laced within his dazzling pupils.
Jungkook huffs, hair flopping into his eyes as he grits his teeth and ruts his hips faster into you if only to see more of your pretty little reactions. Your jaw unhinges at the feeling, head falling back onto the pillows. “He could probably treat you nicer too.”
You shake your head wildly, fingers digging into the skin on his shoulders. “Just want you, Koo.”
“Still?” he asks. His grip on your neck fastens a little more, pure euphoria riddling all your senses and making you writhe beneath him. “God, you’re such a dumb little slut, aren’t you?”
You nod in your groggy exhaustion, the familiar burn coiling in your stomach, making your toes curl.
Jungkook feels your own high approach. Your walls are clenched so tightly around him, he has to sputter for air. “Could he make you feel like this?”
“No, Koo,” You whine. “Only you.”
“Yeah?” Jungkook growls. “Good girl. Gonna cum around my dick like the good little slut you are?”
Your hips ricochet upwards to meet his, relentless pounding into your core. “Please, please━”
Jungkook quickens his pace until you’ve deteriorated into absolute shambles, whimpering his name after each thrust. You tumble towards your high, cuming around his length as he burrows it into you again and again, and all he can think is mine, mine, mine. As you unravel beneath him, he slides his hand off of your throat and slithers it underneath you and around your waist, hoisting you slightly enough off the bed so that he can reach his own orgasm. He’s a little more frantic now, sloppy and restless as he pummels into you.
“Shit, baby━” he cries out. “Oh, fuck, you’re so good━”
As you come down from your high enough, you somehow manage to murmur drowsily, “Cum in me, Koo. Wanna feel it.”
You grab at his face, pulling him down to catch his lips on yours, and the thought is so tempting he can’t refuse. He gets so lost in your lips, cuming with one final slam of his hips into yours and a chorus of curses mingling with your name in whimpers. He rides out both of your highs with a few half-hearted thrusts, more concerned with kissing you in useless open-mouthed kisses as your own mouth parts with one last weary moan while he fills you up.
When he’s spent, he collapses against your chest, and you collapse onto the bed. It’s quiet long enough for the both of you to calm the shrill beat of your hearts when you feel Jungkook stir, moving to part from you, pulling his dick from your swollen pussy and planting a lingering peck on your cheek. He disappears momentarily but returns a few seconds later, towel in hand which he uses to wipe at your core now leaking with his cum and your heart croons at all his tender touches.
It makes you realize all at once that, god, yes, you’re so in love with your idiot best friend and he’s so in love with you.
He turns to look at you, an adoring smile dancing upon his lips when he sees your own radiant beaming face. You beckon him over and he relents, letting you pull him into your arms. He nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck as he wraps his own arms around you to tug you closer to his side. As your fingers come to rake through his sweaty hair, he cranes his neck to follow your hand and hear him coo against your neck, “That feels so good.”
A sudden thought crosses your mind that has you smirking smally to yourself. “Are we… Are we cuddling? Jungkook, I thought you didn’t like cuddling. Said it was, and I quote, sentimental bullshit.”
“I never liked it because it wasn’t with you. Didn’t wanna waste my time on someone that wasn’t you,” Jungkook hums, matter-of-fact. You can tell he’s a little embarrassed at the way you so casually taunt him about such an obvious fact, though he’s fortunate you can’t see him smiling like a complete fool. “And I wanna do all that sentimental bullshit with only you. Now, shush━” He scolds you playfully. “M’so tired and I just wanna hold you tight.”
“Can’t argue with that.” Your heart leaps in your chest. “Just promise me one thing?”
It’s only then that he lifts his sleepy gaze to find yours, apprehensive of any potentially looming severity in your words. “Anything.”
Instead, all he can find is the way you trace your finger along the details of his face, from his nose, to his cheekbones, down to the freckle under his lip with the hand that sports your friendship bracelet. “In the morning, when we wake up, you’ll still be here to hold me tight. And every other morning after that.”
His smile widens even more, if that was even possible. “Wouldn’t want it any other way. But━”
“On one condition.”
“What’s that?”
His eyes sparkle cheekily. “Kiss me.”
So, you do, again and again and again; and Jungkook thinks, yeah, he certainly can get used to this.
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It takes you a month to cave in to Jungkook’s incessant pleas to fuck you to his sex playlist. You do it mostly to humour him, though part of you is a little bit intrigued at the thought.
Stowed away in his room, he eats you out to the choruses of sultry The Weeknd and raunchy Ariana Grande songs, fucks you to the likes of the Neighbourhood and Kim Petras while you’re on all fours, and you’re only half-paying attention to the music until you hear it. Admittedly, you almost completely miss it but you blame Jungkook and the way he’s making you currently feel, sprawled out beneath him, chests pressed flush against one another in a sweaty, sticky mess, breathy and glorious moans of your name filling your ears when━
“I had no choice but to hear you. You stated your case time and again━”
The dulcet chime of Alanis Morissette thrums about the room, a complete and utter shift in contrast in the atmosphere that has you immediately pausing.
“Jungkook.” But he knows what you set out to say even before you do, judging by the tone in your voice and the stifling smirk on his face. You gawk at him, biting at your lip to hide your laughter but you fail miserably. “You weren’t joking?”
He shrugs innocently, leaving you just as dumbfounded as you were two seconds ago. Instead, he says, “Gotta do what I promised then, don’t I?”
You quirk a brow. “What was that exactly?”
“Gotta give you the best orgasm of your life.”
“If you can do that to cheesy 90s pop, I’ll have your actual babies, Jungkook.” The effort is endearing and impressive, to say the least.
A roll of your eyes is met with a taunting roll of his hips into yours that wipes the jest off your face immediately. He grins like a madman, uttering a little stupidly, and a little ardently, “Say no more.”
Because, all things considered and joking aside, he wants it with you ━ the dazed daydreamy talk of a future together and kids, friendship bracelets, and cuddles in the morning. Because you mean the world to him and more. Because you’re his best friend, and he’s so madly in love with you.
Because he wants it all with you.
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chateautae · a month ago
hotter than hell | jjk. (m)
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banner by miss solaris @jamaisjoons <3
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➵ summary : jungkook, lucifer and king of hell, has been cast out of the crimson underworld for a reason he’s unsure of. embarking on his journey for the answer should’ve been easy, if it weren’t for you, the human that nurses his wounded body in her home, and accidentally witnesses the truth of his identity. kickstarting a hellish adventure with the devil himself, you discover lucifer is the most infuriating company ever; and jungkook finds out that maybe his answer to returning home lies within his annoying human confidant.
↳ part of the Namkook Moonrise Masquerade collab hosted by @jamaisjoons
➵ pairing : fallen lucifer!jungkook x human!reader
➵ genre : supernatural/fantasy!au, romance, e2l, road trip, angst, fluff, eventual smut, three-shot
➵ rating : 18+
➵ word count : 27k
➵ warnings : swearing, angst, alcohol consumption, semi-biblically-accurate depictions of angels and demons, supernatural themes, mentions and depictions of sin, s e x u a l  t e n s i o n, neck-kissing, straddling
➵ a/n : WHY HELLO EVERYONE here’s the demon lucifer jk as promised!! i stayed up an entire night just to create the plot, i hope it delivers!! it’s literally one of the my favourite ideas ever hehe. this is the first part of a three-shot :) please excuse any mistakes or error since I didn’t have a beta and will probably get someone to do so later 🤧 PLEASE IMAGINE MOTS ON:E DAY 1 MY TIME JUNGKOOK FOR THIS Y’ALL, enjoy!! <3
➵ playlist : asshole by hooligan chase
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| 01 | 02 | final. |
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‘Why is she looking at my man?’ 
‘I need to get blackout drunk.’
‘Damn, that girl is fucking hot.’
‘I’ll steal it when he isn’t looking.’
Jungkook’s head rings with an innumerable amount of others’ thoughts, and he can’t seem to silence the blaring volume of them at all.
He’s roaming in complete confusion, clutching his palms over his ears because shit, is everything just so loud. His feet hurt too, when have his feet ever hurt? Why can’t he fucking fly? Why does he suddenly feel so cold?
Jungkook’s bleary vision catches sight of neon signs and lights that invite head-splitting migraines. His usual leather outfit suddenly feels like it’s sticking to his skin too much, and what is this constant pang he feels in his stomach?
He doesn’t know, all he knows is that this isn’t hell, and he definitely should not be here. 
In all his thinking, his shoulder smacks into a passing stranger and he scolds them with stern eyes, only to ram into someone else yet again. 
Fuck, that hurt. Why did that hurt? When has he ever felt pain at all? Jungkook grunts in frustration as he weaves through passing bodies in the streets and eventually tumbles before a closed store. The second he looks through the window, his eyes widen in sheer horror. 
He’s.. he’s human? 
No, impossible. He can’t be human, where did his red eyes go? Why can’t he see his wings? He snaps quick glances at his shoulder blades and finds them empty, even reaching behind his back to only feel a seamless leather jacket. He looks at his hands and sees them just like his usual form, but when did he lose that natural, searing heat to his skin? 
Jungkook can’t think, he can’t understand what’s going on but can only comprehend one very obvious, almost laughable thing. 
He’s been cast out of hell. 
He laughs, then laughs some more because shit, is that goddamn funny, comedic, absolutely hysterical. Lucifer, the king of hell himself, has been cast out of his own kingdom? Sent to Earth as some measly blubbering, putrid human? 
The second Jungkook whips his head around to a horn honking, his equilibrium unbalanced itself, that incessant ringing in his ear returning. He feels too fucking dizzy, the axis of his entire world spinning. Groaning in dull pain, he begins stalking down the street with his clammy palm to his head. 
He bumps into more people and staggers, but he doesn’t care when he can still feel that same agonizing headache plaguing him. His eyesight begins to lose precision, and before he advances, he feels his knees buckle into the nearest alleyway. He drops to the ground hard, and his surroundings disappear before he feels his cheek meet the cold pavement. 
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Monday’s are so goddamn boring. 
Absolutely nothing is special about the dreadful day. All you ever desire is to crawl into a hole and slowly perish. And the only remedy to such an issue? At least to you, it would be a nice, steaming cup of coffee. 
But what absolutely trashes even the taste of coffee on a Monday?
The fact that it’s a Monday.
You drag your feet down the street, listless and exhausted after a tiresome day at work. You loosely clutch your bag over your shoulder as you trudge along, paying attention only squarely in front of you when suddenly, your feet ram into something. You almost trip over, furrowing your brows in confusion as you zero-in on the culprit. 
Once your vision becomes clear, you immediately squeal out in shock. You look carefully to find a man lying unconscious nearby a dumpster, appalled by the disgusting trash that litters the area next to him. 
You step slowly towards the stranger, finding that he’s actually quite… handsome. No, scratch that, he is drop-dead gorgeous, his looks almost too devilishly attractive. He appears fairly young to you as well, maybe the same age as you. You scan his outfit next and find him in a quite showy leather outfit; black boots, sheer-patterned shirt that exposed his body, hair flawlessly framing his face. 
You could’ve believed he was a fallen angel, his almost ethereal aura screaming of an existence far from here. His face structure is almost perfectly crafted from the finest marble, his nose looks boopable and his adorable lips naturally fall into this charming pout. 
Though his cuteness was not to be taken head-on, because you could only imagine what such a beautiful man’s eyes look like, and what allure remained hidden within them. 
You shake your head out of the compromising thoughts, swallowing as you contemplate what to do next. The most logical thing would be to call 911, that would help him out the most, wouldn’t it?
You whip out your phone and tap your screen, only to gain no response. You quirk your brows, clicking your power button and finding your device completely drained of battery. You groan with a roll of your eyes, too shy to inquire another stranger on the street for their phone.
Weighing on the decision that the stranger most likely has a phone, you bite your lip before squatting down by him. You precariously reach into his jacket and gently search for any pockets inside, only met with empty ones. You target his leather pants next and surprisingly come up dry of a phone or wallet, no keys or even a damn stick of gum. 
That leaves you with a real head-scratcher. The stranger seems to have absolutely nothing on him, now suddenly curious of whether or not he's even dead or alive. Heart quickening at the prospect of this being a dead body, you nervously gulp as you carefully take his wrist, and place two fingers against his pulse point. 
You thankfully feel a faint heartbeat and release a breath of relief, thinking quickly on your feet. You couldn’t just leave the stranger to fend for himself, it was already cold tonight and God knows what would happen to him without any of his necessary belongings. 
On a whim and out of sheer concern for the man’s well-being, you decide to haul a cab and take him home with you, hoping to also treat that nasty wound on his cheek. 
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Jungkook feels his consciousness resurfacing, head heavy, legs weighing a ton. His eyes flutter open to a white ceiling, darting around to find himself not on the street, not in hell, but inside a quaint apartment.
He furrows his brows, rubbing lazily at an eye once he does a quick once over of the place. He sincerely doesn’t understand where he is or what he’s doing here, but right now his head is still pounding too hard to even contemplate his next move. 
Sitting up, he swallows to find his throat desert-dry, stomach producing this weird gurgling sound he can’t piece together an answer for, and his eyes feel this hefty weight behind his lids. 
With a sigh, he rises to his feet, steadying himself. He sighs at just how annoyingly human he is, feeling the sensation of his legs aching, his neck adopting a crook from being awkwardly perched on the couch’s armrest, even his cheek stinging with something. 
He touches the afflicted area and instead finds some sort of cloth taped over him, wondering what in the hell it is. He touches it some more, and applies pressure only to hiss at his wound, rolling his eyes at the sensation of pain. 
With a deep exhale to release the frustration from his body, Jungkook notices he can still feel the fiery pits of hell coursing through his veins. That hot flame is still alive inside him, something heated still within his blood and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t do something about it. With a focused mind and a composed breath, Jungkook attempts to revisit the very first, innate thing about his older form, imagining conjuring up his red, glowing eyes. 
He squeezes his eyes shut tightly, and envisions them glowing crimson before he opens them again, feeling a smoldering heat spark in his irises. He spots a mirror by the front door of the apartment and peers at himself, finding his eyes a vibrant, almost fiery red. 
He smirks, proud and satisfied. He’s still got it in him and he’ll be fucked six ways from Sunday if anyone can tell him otherwise. Feeling confident and alive, Jungkook attempts to conjure up some flames in his palms. Lo and behold, after a tense second of undivided focus, a fire gushes open in his bare hands. It feels just like when he’s perched on his throne in hell, Jungkook cracking another smug grin at the power he still holds. 
In that moment however, he hears the distinct clatter of something tumbling to the ground, and whips around to the noise. He shockingly finds a human woman staring at him in utter terror, hand clutched to her heart with her phone on the ground, and cowering into the wall as she shakes profusely. 
You’re stunned, flabbergasted, downright terrified out of your wits seeing the same man you found unconscious in the street now with fire flushing out of his hands. You see him begin to approach you and you’re overridden with fear, screaming at the unnatural sight before you. 
You scream, you scream and scream and look around for objects of any sort. You spot a small bottle of body spray on your hallway counter and immediately fling it towards the man for defence. 
“Get away from me, get away!” 
“Woah, hey, hey! Calm down!” 
But you don’t, and you instead throw other obscure and heavy objects towards him only for him to either burn or dodge them, eliciting even more of your panic. He’s getting closer as he attempts to pacify you, darting by him and running directly towards your kitchen.
Your frazzled brain isn’t thinking and you immediately fling open a cabinet, reaching for the very first thing you see and rapidly grasp a pan. You hold it up ready for punishing the man before he scrambles and hushes your ear-splitting shrills, holding up his hands in surrender. 
“Wait, wait, stop! Shh!” 
“How can I not scream when your eyes are literally red?!” 
Jungkook struggles for a sentence. “Look, just, shh. You’re gonna alarm the people in your building!” 
“That’s the fucking point?! You’re a maniac!” You yell and grab open your drawer of utensils, beginning to chuck forks and spoons at the frantic man. 
“Hey, stop! Would you-stop throwing shit!” Jungkook yells frustratedly as you send him a scowl, only catapulting things harder in response. But suddenly, Jungkook burns a butter knife you haul his way, and fearfully watching it melt right before your eyes. They widen in absolute horror.
You’re seriously, and very horribly fucked.
Panic invades your chest and you spot your phone lying on the ground near your bedroom door, quickly bolting towards it in hopes of calling 911, or at least somebody for help. You dive towards the floor and snatch up your device, racing mind unable to sift through contacts efficiently enough before you feel strong arms quickly caging around you. The stranger traps your wriggling body as he attempts to grab at your phone, yelling angrily. 
“Are you insane?! Why are you calling someone?!” 
“Because you’re a fucking maniac!” 
You struggle against the man’s burly hold and flail around hopelessly, utterly panicking realizing how strong he is.  
Screams escape you as you useslessly fight each other on the floor, incessantly attempting to weaken his grasp. The man with much larger hands than yours however nabs your phone and tosses it into your room somewhere, attempting to hush you as you squeal and kick at him profusely. 
“Stop it, stop! I can explain myself!” 
“I don’t want to hear your fucking evil plan before you kill me!” 
The man’s arms are still, curled around you and hugging your back to his chest, but it’s not a warm welcome at all as he keeps you from escaping, all while you holler incoherently at him to release you. You grow tired of the shenanigans and stuff the meat of his hand in between your teeth, sinking them in with enough force to harm him. The man exclaims in pain as his arms detangle from you. 
“Ow! What the fuck?!” 
You rapidly rise to your feet in search of your phone. It’s laying near your bed and you scamper off towards it, bending down with a grabby hand to reach it, but suddenly feel the man’s heavy figure hurtle you onto the bed. You both tumble onto your mattress, the handsome stranger on top as he locks down your thrashing hands, eyes urgent as he regards you below. 
“Woman, please, please stop screaming.” He warns crucially. “I’m not someone people can know about, we’ll both get in shit!” 
“By who? You’re the only freak here!” You wiggle your smaller wrist out of his grip and reach over for a stray cushion on your bed. You feel the fleecy material in your hand and harshly begin smacking the man with the pillow. 
“Oh c’mon-what the fuck?!” You disarm him completely as he falters at your hits, the stranger toppling onto the ground as you recklessly beat the living hell out of him. 
He crosses his arms over his face in an effort to protect himself, knowing even if you run now, the man seemed strong and smart enough to capture you again; two deadly combinations that could mean your demise. So you decide to keep senselessly whacking the cushion at him until he eventually tires, and you’ll make a break for it, or Mr. and Mrs. Tran next door will most likely come to your rescue. 
You stand above him and yell profanities as you practically abuse the stranger with your pillow. However, the man latches a hand onto the pillow to halt you and causes the cheap material to completely tear open. Feather’s instantly fly out of the cushion and fill your room with white fluffiness, groaning in complaint at the mess. 
You disregard the $4 ripped-up thing, and return to smacking at the man with the pillow cover. 
“Why. The. Fuck. Did you. Rip. My. PILLOW?!” You howl between each of your attacks and the man struggles on the ground as he exclaims in pain, blinded and barely able to shout in return. 
“Are you fucking kidding me?! Why are you beating me up?!” 
“Says the one who ripped my pillow and tried to murder me!” 
“I’m not even-what!” The stranger shrieks in disbelief. “I never tried to murder you! I didn’t do anything wrong!” 
That response actually halts your actions, freezing once you truly contemplate the stranger didn’t try to exactly kill you or anything, and you’re then in fact assaulting him for no concrete reason. As your easily distracted mind wanders, the man suddenly pulls at your legs with grabby hands. You squeal as you suddenly land on top of his rather muscular body, crashing onto him hard. 
Funny enough, you end up apologizing for settling over him so roughly. “Oh my God, I’m so-” 
“Shh, shh.” The man pushes his index fingers to your lips and his own, shushing you both. There’s a long moment of silence, both you and the albeit, gorgeous man staring into each other’s round eyes as your chests press into each other’s tightly, feathers slowly cascading down around your entangled bodies. 
You swallow as you watch the man underneath you in fear, wondering why he hushed you. You open your mouth to question him but he only shakes his head, warning you with a hush again. 
“Shh, I hear footsteps.” 
Suddenly, your front door is racked with a few hard raps. 
“Who’s-” The man begins a question but you immediately smack your hands over his mouth, silencing him. 
“Shh, don’t say anything!” 
He removes your dainty hands from his lips and surprisingly holds them quite gently. “But is it the police-” 
You clasp them over his mouth tighter, your face and his suddenly mere inches from each other as you tut him. “Shh! They can’t hear another voice!” 
“Honey! Are you in there?” 
You both pause, wide-eyed and frozen in time as you hear the voices of the nice couple that live next door to you. Your fight or flight mode kicks in, stress hormones on high alert as you register the idea of them seeing a random man in your apartment. 
Let alone you on top of him like this.
They’ll assume the worst and get too worried for their own good, sighing with immense anxiety. You rapidly scramble off the leather-wearing stranger and snatch up his wrist, quickly tugging him upwards and onto his feet. He balances himself and you quickly shove him onto your tousled sheets and disorderly feathers. 
“Look, just-stay here.” You hiss in a whisper, gesturing to him to stay put like a pet dog as you rapidly kick some stray feathers that escaped into the hallway inside your bedroom. You fix your outfit with a few strokes and begin shutting the door to hide the man, until he suddenly calls you back with a whisper-yell. 
“Wait, woman!” 
You poke your head back in with an incredulous ‘what the fuck?’, and the man rises as he steps speedily towards you. His hands jut out for what you believe to be in effort to harm you, but instead find your hair and smooth down some of your wild locks, even picking out a fuzzy piece of feather that stuck to your bangs. 
“Oh..” You quietly exclaim, running your hands through your hair for a quick fix.
“Dear, where are you? We’re getting very worried!” You hear Mr. Tran yell more urgently this time, and your hands smack against the strangers to unhand you, pushing him back within the four walls of your bedroom and shutting the door on his handsome face. 
You compose yourself once you’ve done so and reach your foyer, swinging open your front door. 
“Oh dear, Y/N, we were so worried, honey. Are you alright?” Mrs. Tran holds her hand to her chest as she takes a deep breath, Mr. Tran soon joining. 
“Is anything going on, sweetheart? We heard so much yelling.” 
“I’m okay, Mr. and Mrs. Tran. You don’t need to worry about me at all.” 
“Are you sure you’re okay, dear? There was an awful lot of screaming.” Mrs. Tran’s eyes flit around your apartment discreetly. 
“I was just on video call with my friends and they decided to play a scary prank on me.” You bellow out a fake laugh and watch them lighten up, buying the lie. 
“Oh gosh, we thought we heard another man’s voice and got so scared! We’re so glad you’re alright, dear.” Mr. Tran laughs with you, and you kindly reply. 
“Oh not at all! Thank you for checking on me, Mr. and Mrs. Tran.” You smile big and wide to appear okay, momentarily snapping your vision towards your bedroom with a gulp. They end up bidding their farewells and you watch them entirely enter their apartment, sighing with relief once their door closes. 
You shut yours, and practically stomp over to your bedroom as you hurl the door back open. The man on the other side practically leaps when you do, staring wide-eyed with raised eyebrows at your angry expression. 
“You have a lot of explaining to do.” The man watches steam figuratively blown out of your ears, and a little noise escapes the back of his throat that almost sounds like a laugh. 
“Did you just laugh at me?” 
“N-no.” He brushes off sauvely. 
You roll your eyes and snatch his wrist again, dragging him over to your living room and abruptly halting just before your couches. You shove him towards them and he snaps a testy look at you, taking his seat. 
You decide to stand and look down at him as he crosses a leg and lays his arm against the backrest, sitting as if he owned the place. You fold your arms and tap your foot in anticipation, eyes pissed and steely. “Well?” 
“Well, what?” 
“Do you not owe me an explanation?” You quirk an audacious brow, attempting to fathom what just transpired in the last 5 minutes.
“Explanation.. of what exactly?” He tilts his head and watches you with fascination, and it was now you realized his eyes weren’t glowing red anymore, they’re the colour of chocolate brown. But that doesn’t mean what you saw was a hallucination or a mind-trick either, you remember exactly what you witnessed with your naked eyes. 
The man seems to feel a crook in his neck. Your once occupied attention now snaps to the way he stretches it out, listening to the cracks of his bones that sound practically inhuman. 
“Why the hell did I see fire coming out of your hands? And your red eyes? Who the fuck are you?!” 
The stranger has an ah-hah moment, and understands you with a small nod. He goes from a non-committing look of disinterest to a mirthy smirk on his face, one that almost seemed devilish. He lets out a proud sigh as he hoists himself up, standing tall before you as he suavely tugs at the lapels of his leather jacket. 
“Well, I’ll cut to the chase,” The man quirks his eyebrows and plays with his lips in this undeniably sexy way you can’t help but find hot, blinking away the thought before it consumes you. 
“I’m Lucifer, the king of hell, baby.” 
You blink; once, twice, then three times. You stare at him dumbfounded, as if that would help you understand what he just so casually uttered. You finally let out a noise akin to a scoff. “I’m sorry, what?” 
“I’m Lucifer. You know, fallen archangel? Satan? The Devil?” 
You blink. “Do you think this is a joke?” 
The so-called Lucifer furrows his brows. “Huh?” 
“I nursed you after finding you unconscious on the street, and now you want to joke with me?” 
“But I’m not joking..?” The man seems acutely confused, even tilting his head in this innocent way that completely contrasted his scorching hot looks. He even peers so vividly into your eyes, it's as though he could read every corner of your soul. He towers over you, you also realized. His height is so significantly taller than yours that he has to crane his neck to look down at you. And all of sudden, the way your eyes shift up to meet his gaze feels oddly searing, almost like you feel something hot ignite within you when your lines of sight lock.
“There’s no way in hell you’re Lucifer, buddy. Tell me who you really are and maybe we can talk.” 
“But that is who I am,” Jungkook emphasizes, watching him step closer to you. He suddenly leans down to be eye-level with you, staring directly into your pupils smugly before cracking an evil grin. “Let me show you.” 
Your lips fall into a quizzical pout as you watch him perplexedly before you, and witness the man’s eyes suddenly morph from a warm coffee brown into a dull, flaming colour of dark scarlet. You flinch, watching the image of almost a smoldering fire in his eyes, and the coy way he tongues his cheek gives you the impression he’s a man dripping in sin. 
He blinks and rids himself of the flames, straightening up. “Believe me now, angel?” 
You couldn’t fathom this information, nor the pet name he just used on you. Did you in fact find Lucifer, the devil himself unconscious in the street and brought him into your home? Even nursed him and let him crash in your living room? Not that you regretted it at the time, you do remember admiring his absolutely gorgeous face and couldn’t help but openly gawk at him. 
Of course Lucifer had to be scorching hot with a face that could be sat on.
So-called Lucifer suddenly cracks a grin and chuckles, narrowed eyes snapping to him. “Why’d you just laugh?” 
“Nothing,” The man shrugs, amused eyes scanning you over. “You’re kinda cute.” 
You scowl at him sternly and roll your eyes, clearing your throat as you address him. “Well, Mr. Lucifer-” 
“Jungkook,” he gestures with a hand before folding his arms. “Just call me Jungkook.” 
“J-Jungkook.. what in God’s name are you-or not God. What in hell’s.. the devil’s name?” You become confused trying to form the question, pensive finger to your lips. 
“What am I doing here on Earth, is what you’re asking?” 
You nod with big, curious eyes, though still hold an adorable amount of annoyance within them Jungkook couldn’t help but notice. Said man flashes an evident look towards your lips before he continues. “To be honest, miss. I have no clue.” 
You purse your confused petals as you figure  that’s not exactly much to go on. You wonder what a celestial being of such high caliber could possibly be doing on Earth, let alone appearing to you like some rockstar that missed out on his opening act for Elvis Presely. 
“You didn’t tell me a name.” 
Your eyes flicker to his. “Huh?” 
“Your name.. I don’t know it.” He flatly remarks as his hands slip into his pockets, still eyeing you, almost examining you with that intense stare that seemed to burn you alive. 
“O-oh, right. My name..” You nervously laugh, arms crossed over your chest. “Y/N.. Y/N Y/L/N.” 
Jungkook jerks his brows in amusement, doing that thing where he tongues his cheek, and now you suddenly wonder why he plays around with his tongue so much. “That’s a nice name.” 
“Thanks,” you rigidly respond, not exactly knowing what to do. You’re all but traversing the many thoughts swarming your head; is this even real? Is this a dream? Is this some sort of colossal, sick joke someone’s playing on you? 
But you’re interrupted by the sound of a sudden gurgle, knowing you’ve already eaten dinner, and discerning it’s coming from your otherworldly companion. 
“Umm, are you hungry?” 
“Shit, is that what this is? Hunger?” Jungkook pulls a disgusted expression and pretends to throw up, lamenting horribly. “Fuck, I really am human.” 
You roll your eyes as he puts on a show of fake-sobbing, his pretentiousness eliciting a scoff from you. “Look, do you wanna eat something or starve?” 
Jungkook lightly pouts his lips as his shoulders slump and hands falter, eyes suddenly much more innocent. “Eat, I think? It’s not good for a human to not eat food, right?” 
You realize with such a question how little knowledge Jungkook possesses on humans, and with a hard sigh, you nod as you lead him towards your kitchen. 
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You watch Jungkook literally devour all the leftovers you housed in your fridge; fried chicken, some old Chinese, even the pasta and ravioli you’d left earlier today all down his stomach. You feel full just watching him when you lean your elbows over the counter, seriously inquiring about him. 
“So, wait, repeat that again?” 
Jungkook scarfs down a slice of pizza in practically a whole second, speaking messily through a full mouth. You try not to grimace. 
“Basically, I was cast out of hell and now…” Jungkook swallows as he reaches for a tall glass of water. “I have to find my way back in.” 
You blink multiple times to compute the information. “So for some reason you were kicked out of hell, and now you need to find your way back? Why the hell were you kicked out in the first place?” 
“I have no clue,” Jungkook takes another swig of water to wash down the dense content of his food. “All I know is that I need a way back in.” 
“Do you at least know how? Or what you need to do?” 
You watch him slam down your glass after finishing off, and now, you find every plate you presented to him nearly wiped clean. “I have no clue about that, either.” 
You deadpan. “What the fuck?” 
“Look, human. All I know is that I can find the answers I’m looking for. I just don’t know where to start.” You sigh, cradling your cheek in your palm as you watch him pat a napkin to his lips, and all of a sudden it draws attention to the soft petals. 
Why are his lips so damn kissable?
Jungkook’s eyes suddenly flicker up to yours and you snap out of your trance, swallowing. “W-what? Have you never been on Earth before?” You internally facepalm yourself for your idiotic stutter. 
“Nope, not at all.” 
You narrow your eyes. “Then how do you even know how to act like a human?” 
Now it’s Jungkook’s turn to deadpan, an elbow coming up to rest on the table as his other hand cups over his thigh, leaning in. “Are you forgetting who I am, angel?” He smugly asks. “I’m the devil, watching humans is part of my job.” 
You shoot him a testy look for the pet name again, but become curious of his job all of a sudden. “What do you even do as Lucifer? Sit on a throne and hear the screams of poor souls perishing in hell’s fire?” 
Jungkook genuinely laughs at your words, and you become even more annoyed. “What?!” 
“You’re quite right,” Jungkook sends you a proud nod, though he suddenly leans in closer, and he’s now bridged the gap between you and himself over your kitchen counter. He’s close, close enough you catch a whiff of this crisp, warm, though attractive scent off him. It was practically beckoning you closer with each breath in. The heat that radiates off him is almost scalding alone, swallowing as his proximity calls this certain side of you to jump out. 
Or more so, jump him. 
Jungkook smirks again, wetting his lips. “But I’m also the king and master of sin. I draw people’s deepest, darkest secrets out of them. All the bad in them.” 
He deliberately eyes you, almost too hard. It's as though he’s searching every crevice of your mind and can suddenly see all the hidden, disguised aspects of yourself. Now the air’s suffocating, those searing eyes you swear turn scarlet at one point so immensely bewitching you, it’s hard to look away. 
You can feel this almost magnetic pull towards him, eyes darting down to those cute lips of his again. But you immediately brush it off, knowing men like, well, devilish men like him love using their charms to entrance whomever they deem weak enough to fall into the trap. 
You scoff, looking away. “I’ve gotta take a shower.” 
You abruptly rise from your seat. You swipe your phone with you as you watch him settle into his chair, arms folded and now appearing very bored. You sigh as you glare at him, wondering how you’re meant to keep Lucifer of all people entertained. 
A question pops into your head, having mulled over it since you’d nursed him on your couch. “Hey, demon.” 
His gaze flickers to you, chewing on his lip. 
“Do you have a place to stay?” 
You watch as Jungkook actually becomes uncharacteristically shy, shifting awkwardly in his seat. “Not exactly, no.” The column of his throat bobs as he gulps. “Why? Are you trying to kick me out?” 
You laugh, covering your smile when you do. “No, I’m not like whatever higher power that casted you out of hell.” 
Jungkook’s smile returns then, less snarky but now actually more.. charming? “Funny and cute. I like you, human.” 
You narrow your eyes with a curt reminder. “Human’s not my name, demon.” 
“And demon’s not mine, either.” You contort your lips into an annoyed pout and stare him down. He returns the challenging look, though lightens up for his next question. “So.. can I stay here?” 
You don’t take much time to consider your answer, knowing your empathetically-cursed character could never deny the homeless man shelter. “I guess so. I don’t think it’s smart to let you roam the human world with your little knowledge of it.” Jungkook moves to deny you the insult of his pea-sized brain, but you calm him down. “I don’t mean it offensively. I mean it for your safety, Jungkook.” 
He settles down, understanding. “Yeah, I get you.” 
Jungkook seems to then regard you with a much more amicable look, his eyes conveying unusual, though present gratefulness. Suddenly you become interested in exactly how human Jungkook really is, seeing as he appears as human as it gets, but exactly how Lucifer is he still? 
“If I may ask.. are you really.. human on earth? As in.. do you have a different form in hell?” 
Jungkook finds the question endearing, laughing a little. “Not really. I appear like this in hell too, all the way down to my outfit.” He gestures towards his attire. “Though in hell I have wings. My eyes permanently glow red and I usually have flames surrounding me.. mainly my wings.” 
You’re stunned, now contemplating the image of Jungkook with these wide, gorgeous wings. You’re left completely speechless, envisioning the flames that probably burst out of them like a Phoenix rising from the ashes. 
“They must be beautiful.” You don’t even realize you let your thoughts slip aloud, regaining focus when you see Jungkook smirk through a laugh. 
“I-I mean.. are you sure you’re human? I mean your skin and all.. do you even need to sleep?” 
Jungkook tilts his head side-to-side for an unsure answer. “Eh, it’s different now that I’m on Earth. In hell, I’m at full power and never need to sleep, eat. Shit, I don’t even feel pain. My flames act as a sort of protective shield, I never incur injuries.” Jungkook elucidates casually.
 “But it seems the rules are different for me on Earth. I get hungry and thirsty. And this,” he gestures towards the small bandage you placed over his cheek wound. “Means I don’t automatically heal, and the exhaustion in my body means I also require sleep.” Jungkook simultaneously yawns as he informs you, covering his mouth. 
“And your skin..? Is your body entirely human?” 
Jungkook cracks a chuckle and his devilish eyes land on you, staring into your soul yet again. He props off his chair without warning and suddenly steps towards you, towering over your smaller frame again. His eyes remain locked with yours as he removes the lapels of his jacket, peeling back the item as he tongues his cheek. The action calls attention towards the sharp edge of his jawline, noticing how attractive it makes his thick neck appear. 
Fuck, if only you could mark a neck that pretty. 
The sound of his sudden snort reels you back into reality, watching him strip his jacket off.
“Jungkook-” You panic to cover him, but he continues, tossing the jacket onto the couch behind you as he then employs his fingers towards his nearly sheer, black-patterened dress shirt. You grow nervous as you watch him dislodge each button, wanting to avert your eyes and do so, but something about him beckons your sight back. Eventually he casts his shirt open, and your eyes nearly fall out of your sockets. 
Jungkook is ripped, as in he has the sexiest body you’ve ever witnessed in your entire life. The Statue of David must be jealous, hell, Aphrodite herself would probably choose Jungkook over ugly ol’ Adonis; that is how gorgeous he is. 
“Touch me and see for yourself.” 
You gulp, wide eyes flashing towards him. “Huh?” 
His lips curve into a smug grin, emphasizing his already drop-dead gorgeous face. “If you want to know whether I'm human or not, touch my body.” 
You suck in a breath, suddenly his open shirt exposing his sculpted torso is making your brain go haywire. The deep timbre of his voice saying such words already have you in shambles, wondering when he became so goddamn irresistible?
You can see each divot and protrusion of his muscular body, his abs prominent and his chest downright sinful. Though it’s his tiny, almost delicate waist that has you swooning, practically drooling over the hour-glass figure of his stunning, practically ethereal body. 
You snap a look at Jungkook, and his eyes await you as he watches with pure mirth. You hmph, acting as though this isn’t a big deal when you step closer and slowly, but surely press your palm to his chest. You lose air the second you feel the rock hard muscle.
Fuck, can I squish my face between his pecs? 
You shake your head and hear Jungkook let out the tiniest of laughs, shooting him a grumpy look. You then carefully traverse his skin, being able to feel the beating of his heart, the flesh and blood that make up his body. He feels warm.. almost too warm and it’s as though he’s.. calling you. Your body feels that magnetic pull again, wanting to either devour him whole or litter his body with your sinful kisses. 
It rushes through your veins and floods your lungs, filling your bloodstream with this instinct to simply jump him, touch him, bring this ravenous, dark side of you out into the world. Your breathing increases speed; suddenly he’s all you see and you can feel your body needing him just like you need air, like you wouldn’t survive without him until.. you pull yourself out of the trance. 
You physically rip your hand away and breathe erratically, as though you weren’t yourself just now. Your perplexed eyes blink multiple times to allow the rush to subside, and swallow harshly as you look away from him. 
“What.. what is that?” 
“What’s what?” 
“That-that thing. That fucking attraction to you or whatever..” 
He displays a lop-sided grin on his face as he quirks his brow amusingly, scoffing. “I’m Lucifer, angel. I breed sin wherever I go.” 
“What-what do you mean?” You peer at him with annoyance but also.. intrigue? This was oddly interesting to you, never have you felt the effects of something so utterly hypnotizing, attractive, alluring.  
Never have you felt your heart hammer and mind race like that. 
Jungkook makes it a statement to subtract the space between you two, your bubble invaded by his bare body as he carefully circles a palm around your arm, searing eyes boring into yours. “It means whatever sin you think of; lust, greed, gluttony, envy. They’re all heightened when you’re close to me, and worse if anyone’s lucky enough to touch me.” 
Your vision locks with his, finding the explanation to that scalding heat of his body. 
He’s goddamn Lucifer. 
“But.. I touched you.” 
He breathes a laugh through his nose. “And I don’t let just anyone touch me, angel.” 
You narrow your eyes at him, tugging your arm out of his hold. “Why do you call me angel?” 
Jungkook lightly gestures towards your chest area, and before you can grow offended over his line of thinking, you flicker downwards to find that your pajama t-shirt for tonight has the word ‘angel’ written across it, then adorned with wings and a halo around the text. 
You scoff, returning to him. “Really?” 
“That, and you seem to radiate the energy of an angel.” 
“And how exactly do I seem to do that, demon?” 
Jungkook’s fingertips find themselves preoccupied with feeling a piece of your hair, letting himself watch the action with a faint smile. You would smack his hand away, but his softer eyes look towards you, and you swallow nervously when you feel that heated attraction to him once again. 
His open shirt is already difficult to ignore, and you can’t seem to want to shove him away.
“Angels are pure, and true. They’re virtuous and serve the good of the universe.” You feel his hot breath tickle your skin as he decreases the gap between you two. His eyes remain locked with yours as he releases your hair. “But one thing to be known about angels,” He leans in closer, and pierces your soul with his searing heat. 
“They’re not as innocent as they seem.” 
He does it again, peering as if he knows something about you, deliberately searches your eyes as if he can sift through your mind, and you need to simply break away from him. His lips are too close and fuck, do you already find his lips so goddamn kissable. Not to mention this now supernatural pull you have towards him heightening your darkest desires. 
“I’m gonna take a shower, busy yourself in the main area.” You mutter almost incoherently. 
And all you hear is Jungkook’s muffled laugh as you scurry away. 
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The sounds of the TV running quirks your brows, ruffling a towel against your damp hair as you enter the living room. 
You find the odd sight of Jungkook holding a remote in his hand, lounging on your couch as he watches an episode of Friends. A laugh escapes you, not having ever imagined Lucifer doing something as mundane as watching TV. 
His eyes shift towards you at the sound of your chuckle, Jungkook sitting up much straighter. 
“Welcome back, human.” 
“It’s my house, demon.” 
Jungkook kisses his teeth as you approach him, your towel hanging around your shoulders. His eyes remain on your face for a while, though they travel down your body with a little scan. You realize it’s your short-cladded legs he’s observing, then returns his sight to you. 
“What are you wearing?” 
“Pajamas?” You answer him with a chide. 
He purses his lips in this certain manner of understanding, leaning his arm against the back of the couch, legs manspreading almost indefinitely. This is when you earn the opportunity to really view Jungkook’s legs, and fuck, are you goddamn mesmerized. His strong, thick thighs are hugged snuggly by those leather pants, and they do him a damn service by emphasizing their muscular, sexy build. His legs are also long, you notice, perfectly presenting his lap to you and it takes every ounce of your being to not so obviously look at his bulging crotch; naturally bulging crotch may you add. 
I swear if he’s packing too, this’ll just be unfair. 
Jungkook cracks a scoff all of a sudden and you narrow your vision, scrutinizing him. 
“I asked you a question?” He suddenly says.  
“Huh?” You blink; he must’ve queried you when you spaced out. “What did you ask?” 
“I asked if that’s how humans usually dress for the night.” Jungkook repeats himself. 
“Well, yeah. You wanna be comfortable when you’re sleeping, less clothing is usually the answer.” You reply honestly, arms crossed over your chest that adorns no bra. “You’re a guest in my home, and this is how I dress.” 
“You consider me a guest?” Jungkook inquires with a slight smile. 
“Well, yes. To be fair, I’m the one who brought you to my home, you didn’t infiltrate it or anything.” You offer him a shrug. 
You watch Jungkook genuinely grin at that, amused eyes flitting to you. “You’re nice, human.” 
“Thanks.” You’re not sure how much a compliment from Lucifer matters, but you take it anyway. 
“Oh shit, you don’t have anything to wear tonight, do you?” 
Jungkook’s round eyes wander off in thought, and it’s now that you notice his eyes are actually quite.. cute. “I don’t think so. I assume sleeping in an outfit like this wouldn’t be comfortable, as you say.” 
“Yeah, just hold on. I’ll come back with something.” 
You return to Jungkook with a set of comfortable clothes in hand, presenting them to him. “Here, I think these should fit.” 
Jungkook quirks a brow as he peers at the clothes with incredulousness, then you. “You’re going to make me wear that?” 
You roll your eyes as you regard the Hello Kitty shirt and grey sweatpants in your hands. “This is my biggest oversized shirt, okay?” You attempt to defend yourself. 
Jungkook appears as though his ego is hurt, a baffled hand to his heart. “You expect Lucifer, the king of hell, to wear something like this?” 
“It’s either this or no clothes, buddy.” You try to reason with him. 
Jungkook smirks then, standing to his feet before you with an amused and suggestive attitude. “I mean, I don’t mind not wearing clothes. But I think the only person that’s gonna have a problem with that is you, angel.” 
God, his eyes just scream the fiery pits of hell and mischievous mirth, who fucking knew Lucifer could be so obnoxious? His sense of confidence is suffocating and he seems as egotistical as the high school captain of a football team. 
You shove the clothes into his, dare you say, rock hard abs and huff with a scowl. “Just take the fucking clothes and change, demon.” 
Jungkook scoffs with barely-there acquiescence, inspecting the clothing items as he picks out the sweatpants. “These sweatpants don’t look like they belong to a woman.” 
“They’re not mine.” You absent-mindedly grumble as you make your way towards your kitchen, deciding on tidying up the many plates Jungkook left scoured from his feast. 
“Whose are they?” 
“Ex’s.” You reply flatly, compiling the plates together and nabbing the utensils he used. 
Jungkook nods in understanding, though now seems a bit out of place holding the pants. He reveals what could’ve been... sympathy? Pity? You don’t know. 
“Why are they in your apartment?” 
“He left them here after I kicked him out.” Jungkook notices the way you seem too casual while washing the plates, querying again. 
“Why did you kick him out..?” 
You set down the plates harshly in the sink then, producing a loud clattering noise. “Could you just fucking change?”
You didn’t mean to say it so sternly and with a cold-cut tone, but you settle once you see the taken aback expression on Jungkook’s face. You bite your lip as the water runs over your now cold hands, sighing as you return to your dishes. “I’m sorry. Just-get changed, please? That outfit must be bothering you.” 
Offering your words a little sweeter this way seems to dissemble the look of surprise on Jungkook, nodding as he visibly zips his mouth shut. Jungkook then begins to unbutton his pants right before you, undoing and just about tugging them down until you rapidly hold up your soapy hands to halt him. 
“Wait-wait! Not here!” 
“Don’t get changed in front of me, change in my room or something!” You attempt to mask your line of sight. No way would you goddam let yourself see whatever beast Lucifer is hiding in his leather pants. 
“And why would I need to do that? Haven’t you seen a man naked?” 
You roll your eyes at his snarky remark, knowing there’s got to be another smug grin on his rideable face right now. “I have but I haven’t seen you naked. Just change in my room please.” 
Jungkook lets out a grievous huff as he fixes his pants back on. “Fine, I’ll be back.” 
He snatches up his clothes and finds his way to your bedroom, shutting himself inside after flashing you a purposefully saccharine grin. You exhale once he’s disappeared, now running through the millions of thoughts that plague your mind. 
Is this really what your life’s now come to? Housing Lucifer in your home? You do digress on the matter that it’s not his fault. He’s been cast out of hell for a reason he doesn’t know, and it’s not like he was provided an elaborate guide on how to get himself back in either. 
You assume it must do with learning a valuable lesson or performing some sort of task, though it’s not like you know what the mighty powers above have in store for an already ethereal being such as Lucifer. You weigh your options here, maybe you can simply let him live here as a roommate until he can find a way back, right? 
Considering he has no means of living in the real world; ID, wallet, phone, fuck, even a passport, he won’t be able to get around easily. So for now, you might as well let him slumber with you until he deals with whatever introspective prospect of himself he needs to clean up. 
Your bedroom door clicks open as you find Jungkook emerging in your ex’s sweatpants that actually fit him quite well, and a stifled giggle escapes you once regarding him in your blush pink Hello Kitty t-shirt. 
“Well, you look just about ready for your hellish throne, don’t you?” 
“Fuck you.” He harmlessly exasperates, dragging his feet towards you with slumped shoulders. “You couldn’t have found me a shirt that maybe had anything to do with hell? Like that one sitting on your chair by your desk?” 
You scoff, scrunching up your facial features in disbelief. “No way would I give you my Thrasher t-shirt.” You glower. “It’s my favourite t-shirt.” 
“And I’m about to become your favourite person soon, hand it over.” Jungkook holds out his palm and requests the shirt with an arrogant curl of his fingers, sending him a deadpan expression and shoving his hand aside. 
“Maybe if you help me clean up my apartment and the dishes I’ll consider the offer, demon.” 
Jungkook rolls his eyes, kissing his teeth yet again. “You made a mess of objects in your apartment by throwing them at me, and now I have to clean them up, human?” 
“Who’s the ‘human’ that’s keeping your identity as Lucifer a secret and is letting you live here for free?” Jungkook pulls his lips back guiltily at that, pursing them with an affirmative nod before reluctantly getting on with his task. You quietly huff as you watch him compliantly clean up the mess, glad that he can at least follow instructions. 
It boggles you actually. Did you just instruct Lucifer, the obnoxious ruler of the Underworld to do something, and he listened? Do you now have one of the most powerful beings in the universe wrapped around your finger for offering your home? The thought paints a smirk onto your face. You did not begin this Monday at all thinking you’d be in the good graces of the devil himself. 
Too preoccupied with your thoughts, suddenly a searing heat beside you startles you. You peer up to find Jungkook slotted right next to you and picking up the dishes you’ve sudded up, silently rinsing them with this pout on his lips that seemed like a natural habit.
You quirk an inquisitive brow though, hands having stopped moving. “What are you doing?” 
“I’m helping you?” He replies obviously. 
You absorb the kind gesture and loosen up a little. “That’s.. kind of you.”  
“What? Didn’t think Lucifer could be kind?” He’s teasing you now, his eyebrows jerking in an amusing way that shows you he just loves the game. You roll your eyes, nudging his elbow as you bite back a smile. 
“Get to work, demon.” 
Jungkook suppresses a grin. He rather contorts his lips in acquiesce as he continues to wash diligently, humming a tune very similar to The Beatles’ “Devil in Her Heart”. 
And you quietly chuckle. 
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“There,” you gesture with an accomplished grin, hands perching onto your hips. You and Jungkook both look on at a makeshift bed you had crafted for him in your room, eyes peering at him for approval. 
He observes it with a critical lens, pensive pointer finger and thumb stroking his chin. “Is this meant to be where I sleep?” 
“Of course, where else would you sleep?” 
Jungkook’s eyes flicker towards your queen-sized bed and very obviously gestures towards it. “Maybe on the entire bed in your room? Did you think I don’t know that humans sleep in beds?” 
You exhale with irritation, palm smacking your forehead. “You can’t just sleep in my bed, genius. I barely know you!” 
“And what’s so bad about a man and a woman sleeping in the same bed?” Jungkook questions argumentatively. 
You send him a glare. “Like I said, I don’t know you and your intentions, and sleeping is when humans are in their most vulnerable state.” 
Jungkook contorts his lips with dislike. “I’m not going to unsolicitedly touch you or anything, if that’s your concern. All you are is a measly human to me, I have no attraction to you.” He holds up a hand in protest. 
“Excuse me?” You gasp. “Are you saying I’m unattractive?” 
“So now you want me to think you're attractive and want to unsolicitedly touch you?” 
You halt once you see the flaw in your argument, brewing in resentment as you watch him grin proudly. “That’s what I thought, human.” 
“Fine, you know what? Either you sleep on this lovely bed I made for you on the floor, or you sleep on my couch.” 
Jungkook sticks his tongue out and blows a wet raspberry, arms folded over his hard chest. “Fuck your couch, it put this damn crook in my neck.” 
You clasp your hands together and emphasize the most pathetically sympathetic pout in the universe. “Awh, did little Luci get an ouchy?” 
“Are you asking me to burn your couch? Because I’ll do so without hesitation, angel.” 
“Ugh!” You suddenly burst out into figurative flames, standing square before Jungkook to address him seriously. “Alright, demon. Since you seem to be the epitome of a picky child, you can sleep in my bed with me.” 
Jungkook’s face purposefully lights up like an elated child, gasping comically loudly just to get on your nerves, but you halt him with a finger. “But, we’re putting a barrier of pillows between us.” 
Jungkok scoffs with folded arms, hating that the action called attention to his bulky, bulging biceps in a funnily contrasting women’s shirt. “Not like I wanted to cuddle with you and catch your human disease, anyway.” 
You exclaim disapprovingly at the way he spits the term, hands perched on your hips with a speedy retort. “Well fuck you and your smoldering heat, demon. When I asked for a new furnace I didn’t mean you.”
Jungkook childishly mocks your expression, rolling his eyes. “Whatever, if you need a furnace then clearly it gets cold at night, and then we’ll see who’s cuddling up to who for heat.” 
You watch him practically throw open your covers and shuffle inside, hmphing as you step off in search of your light switch and shut it off. “Whatever.” You weakly grumble back. 
You settle into your covers as you harshly shove a bunch of pillows between you and Jungkook, not even daring to spare the infuriating man a look, turning completely away from his figure. You huddle into your side like a fetus once the night really kicks in, cursing your goddamn furnace for supplying such sparse heat while your window leaks chilly air through the old cracks. 
You shiver all while Jungkook seems to completely knock out in peace, most likely from his first oh so tiresome day being human. You’re welcomed by his light snoring for hours as you roll your eyes in contempt. 
Wanting to pin it on him for so irritatingly interrupting your much-needed sleep, you become annoyed not just with Jungkook’s snoring, but that he was right. 
You really wanted to cuddle up to him for some goddamn warmth that night. 
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You bop around to the Beatles’ 1963 track Jungkook was humming last night, pushing around some strips of bacon in your pan, messy hair tied and in your lounge wear. You’d cracked a few more eggs and cooked more bacon for your annoyingly hellish acquaintance. 
The chilly night really didn’t serve you well as you froze in your spot, only shuffling towards Jungkook after peeking at his slobbering, snoring state of sleep. You were thankful he still radiated such an abundant amount of heat, that finding relief in the small waves you could feel even over the pillow barrier wasn’t too difficult. 
Your pride kept you from removing even a single cushion. 
You produce playful noises from your lips as you busy yourself, setting up some breakfast considering your house does not only have a population of one anymore, but two, and it still continues to shift the axis of your world. 
Was last night really your reality? Are you sure that wasn’t just a wild figment of your imagination? It had to be, even if you believe in the supernatural, there was no way such a superior celestial being could so casually be a guest in your home. 
You’re reminded of that certain special guest when you suddenly hear a loud thud in your bedroom, concerned eyes perking towards your ajar door. 
“Demon?” You call. 
You gain no answer, wondering if you truly did just imagine all the events from last night. 
“Jungkook-!” Said man tumbles out of your room then, groggy as all hell as he lazily rubs his eyes and appears to you as death himself, though still delectably hot. 
Ugh, fuck him. 
“Y/N.. shit.” He addresses you, and suddenly the deep, gravelly tone of his morning voice makes your core inadvertently clench. “Y-yes?” 
“I crashed into your damn vanity in the bathroom.. why is everything of yours so tiny?” He complains first thing in the morning, now remembering just how frustrating the king of hell really is. 
“Maybe you’re just too big, demon.” He grunts his response, stalking over to you as he can’t seem to adjust to the morning light filtering into your apartment. 
You watch him approach you, gathering the necessary tableware for a quality morning breakfast. “How’d you sleep, demon?” 
Jungkook’s barely-open eyes scrutinize you as he seats himself on a stool by your counter, covering his mouth when he yawns. “Meh. I had this… this thing. I saw these pictures in my head when I was sleeping…” 
“A dream?” You assist him as you pour out a glass of milk. 
“Yeah, whatever the fuck it’s called. Anyway, I think.. I think I saw something that’ll help me get back to hell.” 
That pries your eyes open with intrigue, setting the glass of milk down for him on the counter. “Oh shit, already?” 
He nods, and you find it actually quite endearing how much his hair was tousled into this attractive bed-head, eyes puffy, lips pouting. “I saw this club.. I remember seeing it when I used to be in hell.” 
“A club?” 
“Mm,” he replies with a confirming hum as he reaches for the glass, lightly inspecting the drink as he continues. “It’s this exclusive club only for celestial beings. I heard about it sometimes among my demon subjects, but I was too busy being the mighty king of hell to give a crap.” He haughtily regards himself as he takes a moderate swig of the milk, licking his lips as he nods in approval of the beverage. 
“I like this, what is this?” 
“Milk,” you elaborate. “What about this club?” 
Jungkook takes another lazy sip as his eyes scan over the food you now plate on the counter. “Well, it’s obviously only meant for celestial beings. Demons and angels. I’m thinking if I can find even one of my demons, I could find out where the club is, and then figure out why I was kicked out of hell.” 
“Ohh,” you remark with understanding, setting aside the pan and spatula, while nabbing two forks from a drawer. “So you just have to visit this club then, correct?” 
“Correct,” Jungkook answers. “There’s just two things.” He begins as he takes the fork you hand him with ease, impressed by his adeptness for such human, mundane things. 
He must’ve watched humans for a brain-numbing amount of eons. 
“One, this one’s mainly angel territory.” 
You raise your brows in question, arms crossed and eagerly interested in the information. “There’s more than one?” 
“There are clubs scattered around Earth, it’s to allow celestial beings a place of refuge when they visit here.” Jungkook explains. “I remember seeing an American flag when I landed here, so I’m assuming I’m in America, and the only existing club here is in Chicago.” 
“Chicago?!” You exclaim with utter shock. “That’s across the entire country from here!” 
“Not the point, human.” He cuts you off with a finger. “Point is, that club will be crawling with angels, and as Lucifer they may not welcome me with open arms.” Jungkooks sets his fork down against your counter with a sigh, almost seeing his mind shift its locks and gears. 
“The only way I’ll be able to get in is if..” He pauses, serious eyes locking with yours. “Is if I bring a human with me.” 
You blink; rapidly, then slowly, then rapidly again somehow hoping it would change what you just heard. “Come again?” 
Jungkook sighs, his facial features already telling you he finds this difficult to discuss. “This club in Chicago is angel-dominant, meaning demons need to bring a human companion in order to get in. Like a truce, a sign we mean no harm.” Jungkook elaborates. “And even as Lucifer, I don’t think my charms and wit alone can get me through considering my less powerful, human form.” 
You scoff at him shamelessly tooting his own horn, wondering if he’ll ever tire of it. “Sounds like a real pickle, Luci. Wonder where you’ll find yourself a ‘measly’ human.” You snark with a snort, placing the milk back in your fridge and reaching for your mango juice. 
You swivel back around to a Jungkook who doesn’t smirk, nor grin nor tongue his cheek condescendingly, but simply leans his elbows over the counter and pressingly peers at you. As if communicating with his eyes alone… 
No, no way. No way in the fiery pits of Jungkook would you goddamn do this. 
“Jungkook, don’t you dare..” 
“Human.. it’s important.” You scoff through a humourless laugh, setting down your carton of mango juice and gesturing towards yourself in disbelief. 
“Me? You want the human to be me?” 
“Y/N…” Jungkook quite gently calls your name, a complete contrast to his arrogance and while the sound of your name on his tongue lights something within your chest, you can’t help but snort with utter derision. 
“No. I’m not fucking accompanying you all the way to Chicago just for some innocence show-and-tell.” You immediately deny him, contemplating just how crazy this is. How in the world could you just up and leave for some travelling with the devil all the way across the country? You couldn’t even take a goddamn flight considering dear-old Lucifer’s lack of passport ID. 
“Y/N.. look. I know it’s not ideal for you, but this is seriously important.” Jungkook emphasizes with a persuasive tone. “I need you…” 
Those last three words and the look of pure need in his eyes tug at the strings of your weak heart, groaning in complaint. “Jungkook, you can’t be serious. I-I have a life here! I have friends and a job and not to mention school starts back up for me in a month-” 
Jungkook suddenly rises from his seat and paces over to you, grasping a careful hold of your hands and the innate warmth he emits from his skin actually feels.. comforting. 
“Y/N, look. I get it. You have a life here on Earth, a place where you belong. But I have a life in hell, a place where I belong. Wouldn’t it be best to just accompany me and get me back to hell so I can get out of your hair?” 
“Jungkook…” You counter with an uncooperative tone, eyes communicating sympathy, but you can’t offer him the help he needs. “I can’t.” 
“This will benefit both of us, human.” Jungkook convincingly states. “I go back to hell faster, and I leave you alone faster. I know how much you don’t want me here.” 
You hesitate, eyesight faltering to your connected hands; his thumbs are actually soothing the back of your hands? When did he start doing that? 
“That’s not exactly true…” 
“Y/N, just come. I know it’s asking a lot but I really need this.” Jungkook pleads. 
“And what will you do for me in return if I come with you?” 
“Oh, Y/N, I’ll do anything. The faster I can get back to hell the faster I reclaim my full powers, and I’ll grant you anything you desire. I promise.” You’re uncertain of how strong a promise from the devil could be, deterring you from giving him an answer he wants to hear. 
With a sad sigh, you disconnect your hands from Jungkook’s. “I really can’t, Jungkook. It’s non-negotiable…” 
You watch as the usually confident, cocky man falls into an expression of glumness, silently retracting his hands. He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly as he acquiesces, though seems silently upset. “Okay..” 
The gloomy pout to his cute lips does you in. “Look, Jungkook. I’m going out with friends tonight for drinks at this bar. Maybe you can tag along and you can easily find another human? I’m sure any girl would be willing to roadtrip with a super handsome guy like you across the country.” You attempt to present a peace-offering with a joke, hands shoved into your sweater paws as you hug your chest. 
“But those humans won’t be like you..” He groans with a huff, eyes evading you. 
“And what’s so different about me?” 
“You already know I’m Lucifer, that makes things 100x easier for me.” He argues. 
“Well, I found out and I ended up accepting you. Who’s to say you won’t find another human like that?” You plead your case, but Jungkook just scoffs in reply. 
“Please, do you not remember what happened when you saw that I was Lucifer?” You recall the fiasco of forks, flinging and feathers, sighing once you see his point. “Exactly. Besides, you saw me as Lucifer by accident, I can’t just be revealing my identity to anybody. It’s not allowed.” 
“But I know..?” You question genuinely, gesturing towards yourself. 
“Like I said, by accident. Though I’m assuming the Council won’t see it that way, and they’ll come for me anyway.” Jungkook more so mutters to himself as he frustratedly tongues his cheek and steps around, brewing with stress. 
“The what?” You question. 
Jungkook rolls his eyes, as though now registering just how annoyingly human you are. “Think of them as angel police, yeah?” 
You mimic his tone purposefully and he impersonates you back, scoffing to end the interaction. “Look, if you already have these angel police people on your ass then what’s the harm in telling another human? They’ll be chasing you anyway.” 
Jungkook laughs dryly, looking away from you as he shakes his head. “I can’t just do that, that’s not how it works.” 
You sigh, watching the way his jaw flexes because he’s grinding down on his teeth too hard, a clear sign of his anger. You hate that it emphasizes the sharp edge of his jawline, and that it’s actually fucking hot. 
He suddenly breaks into the slightest laughter that holds some amusement, wondering what he’s laughing at. Nonetheless, you decide to defuse this situation and try to comfort him. You meant it when you said last night you wanted to be in Lucifer’s good graces, but also remain in them no matter how irritating he is. 
You approach him amicably and grasp his bare bicep, brushing his arm in support. “Look, Jungkook. Just come with me tonight and try, okay? Maybe your answer is just an arm’s length away.” 
Jungkook’s eyes find yours, and you watch them glimmer with something akin to understanding, surprisingly loosening up at your touch. Though his irises are soon blanketed with his signature mirth as he eyes you, feeling the heat of his body suddenly radiate off him like a heatwave. 
“You sure you want me to come tonight, angel? Your friends may think I’m your scorching hot boyfriend.” 
You produce an appalling noise of disapproval, removing your hand from him and shaking off his Luciferness. “Fuck you. I’m telling them you’re my roommate and that’s final.” 
“And where exactly did you find me as a roommate? On the street?” Jungkook laughs as you shoot him a crabby glare, not missing the way his amused eyes flit over your figure with almost… likeness? 
“I’m telling them you’re a co-worker. No way am I saying I just found you on a whim, they’ll think we’re-” 
“We’re sleeping together, right?” 
You grow aggravated by the sly way he’s folded his arms and does that stupidly attractive thing where he tongues his cheek, fed up with his suggestive fun. You quickly snatch your kitchen towel in your hands and roll it up into a punishing device, rapidly smacking at him. 
Jungkook exclaims playfully as he dodges your hit. “Wo-hoah, human. Didn’t I tell you angels are good and pure beings? They don’t hit people.” He laughs as you grunt in frustration and follow his retreating form for another whack, actually landing it against his arm. 
“Hey, bad angel!” Jungkook tuts you light-heartedly as he cleverly evades your angry attacks. You hate that even while he’s riling you up, you actually liked the image of his glowing, entertained smile, his cute teeth reminding you of a bunny. 
“Says the obnoxious Lucifer!” You holler loudly in complaint, chasing him while your once warm breakfast turns unfavourably cold. 
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“And this is Jungkook, my co-worker!” You cheer as you present Jungkook to your group of friends, earning wide smiles and gawking eyes from your female friends and equally surprised male friends. 
“Hey, everyone.” Jungkook waves with a confident smile, showcasing his adorable teeth for a lovable grin. 
Did he seriously have to be cute too?
You snap out of it once you see your friends all greeting him kindly, Jungkook only left to shyly smile and reply shortly to all the inquiries he gains. His lost eyes find yours and he reveals genuine fear in them, silently requesting you to come join him and let up the traffic of questions. 
A snort escapes you as you watch on, who knew Lucifer could actually be awkward? You swear he should’ve been a natural with people, though you contend he just doesn’t do well with so many questions at once. 
To be fair, he’s never been around other humans before either. 
You grant him mercy by sliding in beside him, shooting pleasant grins all around as you answer the dozens of questions your friends ask about your new gorgeous co-worker. 
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“Doesn’t he just look like one of those men that’ll eat you out until he can’t breathe?” 
“Oh for sure, looks like he’d stuff himself full and even when you tell him to breathe he just says no.” 
“Hell, he’d be that type that pulls your hips back down over his face when you try to let him breathe.” 
“Guys..!” You interject as your friends Madison, Naila and Kiara all giggle together. You’re all huddled together drinking by the bar as your friends become more interested in observing Jungkook in all his dripping sexiness. 
And to be honest, you don’t really blame them, he’s wearing that scorching hot leather outfit again. 
“Y/N, seriously. How could you not tell us someone that hot worked with you?” 
“This has got to be a crime, were you gate-keeping him?” Naila suddenly complains as you quell their grievances. 
“Guys, he just.. got transferred to my department recently. He’s new.” You find a quick enough and convincing lie. 
“How did you two end up even living together? There had to have been some sort of meet-cute.” The girls all gush together when Kiara asks, all eyes shifting towards you as they excitedly await an answer. 
“Well.. we just.. got on the topic of him needing a place and we hung out sometimes. So I offered my place.” 
You feel slightly cornered, but confidently answer with another white lie. “And he said okay.” 
They all squeal together like teen girls, honestly finding amusement in their reactions. “Ugh, you’re living the dream, Y/N.” Madison suddenly slings an arm around you and tugs you towards her, gesturing towards nothing that indicates her depiction of ‘the dream’. “You’re in a roommate situation with an absolutely scorching hot guy, you’ll totally end up either falling in love or banging him!” 
“What?” You squeak as you throw back a shot of tequila Naila handed you. “No way will that happen, he’s obnoxious as hell!” 
“Ugh, babes. Even if he’s obnoxious I bet that dick isn’t.” Kiara jokes and the girls all chuckle together, tipping back their shot glasses after filling some back up. You roll your eyes and smack her arm as she exclaims, trying to lighten you up. 
“Y/N, c’mon. You deserve to have some fun after that shitty fucking ex of yours. Live a little, ya know? Whether it’s love or dick, they’re both great remedies.” 
You scoff as your lips hover over a shot glass, eyes wandering the club as if you're occupied, but really, you know it’s in an effort to look for Jungkook. It’s funny you act like you don’t know where he is, when you know his exact location. 
Your eyes flicker across the bar, finding Jungkook having casually slipped into conversation with the boys tonight. He was laughing and happily tipping back shots himself, amused that he at least eased up and found some company with your male friends. 
Sights absorbed in suddenly eyeing him, it’s truly difficult to pry your gaze away. No way was this Jungkook’s impact of being Lucifer, you now knew you needed to be very close, or at least touching him in order to feel those effects. So why is it that you still feel this magnetic pull towards him? Can’t help but not only find him incredibly sexy in his usual outfit, but something so mysteriously alluring about him? 
Your body wanted him, you knew that much. Anyone with eyes and functioning reproductive organs would know that, but you couldn’t shake off the fact that it wasn’t just your body that wanted him.
He was just so intriguing, and you wanted to know more. 
Suddenly, Jungkook’s eyes casually shift from your friend Hobi he’s speaking to, and locks with your gaze across the bar. You freeze, eyebrows raising as you hesitate to take your shot, caught in a stare with him you can’t break. 
Jungkook stares back, and he stares goddamn good. He tongues his cheek again irritatingly and you try to swallow down the way he makes your core light up. Jungkook then tilts his head a little downwards with a cracked smirk, before he peers up at you again with eyes so devilishly smoldering, you could feel a sweat break out at the nape of your neck. 
You gulp as Jungkook then tips his head to the side with a light furrow of his brows, as if questioning you what’s wrong, and you lightly nod to him nothing. He laughs a little, hating that he finds this somehow amusing. You’re in the middle of narrowing your eyes at him until Naila interrupts you, Jungkook cleverly looking away then. 
“See, they’re practically eye-fucking already!” You shoot them all an annoyed look as you grunt in complaint. 
“Are you sure you guys aren’t together?” Madison inquires. “It seems like he already likes you, babes.” 
You click your tongue in disapproval. “He just likes to tease me, guys. Drop it, would you?” 
“As long as you land on his face, then everything should be good.” The drunk girls giggle together, and you can’t help but snicker at the joke. You contemplate in your tipsy head there really is something about Jungkook’s smoking hot face that makes it seem so rideable. 
“I’ll be back, guys. Stay here.” You instruct the girls as you set your shot glass down. You weave through the throngs of people mingling and dancing in the bar, ignoring your girls’ hollers of encouragement as you bee-line towards Jungkook. 
You reach the occupied man and tug lightly at the end of his sleeve for his attention. “Jungkook!” You shout over the blaring speaker the guys are all near. 
Jungkook’s vision snaps to you as he simultaneously touches your wrist to acknowledge you. Your skin ignites at a simple touch of his, feeling a rush you’ve never experienced before. You blink it away before lightly tugging him aside, speaking to him. 
“What’s up, human!” The booming bass of synth-pop beats abuses your eardrums, requiring both you and Jungkook to yell at each other. 
“Why haven’t you talked to anyone yet!” 
“Huh!” He hollers in response.
You exclaim in complaint as you lean in a little towards his ear, shouting louder. “I brought you here to talk to someone and bring with you, why haven’t you been talking to anyone yet!” 
Jungkook draws back and signals to you he can’t hear, rolling your eyes and curling your palm around his wrist, dragging him through the crowd. You tug him into the secluded restroom area where it’s much quieter, the shut door closing out the music. 
“Ah, that’s much better.” Jungkook notes. 
“I was asking if you’ve talked to anyone about Chicago yet, Jungkook.” You repeat yourself from earlier, hand still holding onto his wrist. “That’s what I brought you here for, remember?” 
“Hey, I’ve been talking to people,” Jungkook defends himself, though his expression falters into one of hesitancy. “Kind of..?” 
You glower at him, “Jungkook, what do you mean by ‘kind of’?” 
Jungkook sighs, shoulders slumping as he surprisingly doesn’t even make you let go of him. You can feel that rush of his energy coursing through you, but you manage the invasive feeling as you focus on the conversation instead. 
“I’ve been trying to get it out of me but.. I just never end up asking.” You exclaim in annoyance as you scold him.
“Jungkook, why not?!” 
“Because it’s just weird, okay, Y/N?” Jungkook argues. “I’m meeting these people for the first time, I can’t just fucking ask them to hitchhike with me all the way across the damn country.” 
“But it was completely okay to ask me?” 
Jungkook kisses his teeth with a roll of his eyes. “How many times do I have to tell you you’re different, human?” 
“Well, I’m not any different when you always call me a ‘human’ anyway, demon.” 
Jungkook becomes fed up with your pestering and scoffs. “Whatever. You’re the only human I can do this in front of and not have someone screaming their head off.” Jungkook emphasizes his point by conjuring up a hot flame from his palm. His suddenly glowing red eyes also appear, shooting you an ‘I-told-you-so’ look of challenge as you glare back at him. 
You’re seconds from retorting until you’re suddenly interrupted by the shrieking of a woman. You’re startled as your unsuspecting vision falls to a random stranger who had just ventured out of the bathroom and…
“Fire, fire!” 
You and Jungkook both look at the flame in his palm, then towards the woman in fear, finally locking anxious eyes with one another and panicking. Jungkook puts out the fire and you rapidly approach the woman to calm her down, hoping nobody can hear how goddamn loudly she’s screaming. 
“Shh, oh my God. It’s okay, it’s a prank. It’s a prank!” You repeatedly yell in order to shut the lady up, but she keeps yelling and trying to make a horrified break for her purse. She scrambles inside and you both watch her fish out a small bottle of something that’s engraved with almost-visible writing.
Holy Water. 
“A demon, it’s a demon!” She shrills so goddamn ear-splittingly, you and Jungkook leap into flight mode. He engulfs your arm in his and tugs you towards him urgently.
“Y/N, we have to go!” 
You curse repeatedly as Jungkook swings open the doors to the club and you shoot the woman apologizing glances, begging for her to put a damn sock in it. Jungkook takes the lead as he drags you out into the bar. He rapidly pulls you through people and ensures he keeps a tight hold of your arm, tugging you incredibly close to his own body as some sort of shield. 
Your friends end up seeing you both fleeing and shooting you looks of either ‘what the fuck’ or ‘get it on!’ as you practically hide your face in embarrassment. You and Jungkook hurtle out into the blissful night as he tugs you both down the way he knows you parked your car. You grunt in raging frustration once you realize that you parked it far with this place being downtown. 
“Ugh! You just had to fucking use your powers out in the open!” You complain aloud while you run with Jungkook, not caring now for the few late-night city stragglers hearing you. 
“Not my fault you keep nagging me about finding another human!” Jungkook argues as he continues pulling you down the road, the fear of authorities being called by the random woman scaring him. “Do you see now why you’re the only one who can come with me?!” 
You whine as you consider he’s correct, there’s no use in him searching for another human for ages when you exist right before his eyes. “Fine, fine! I’ll fucking go with you, asshole! Can we just stop fucking running?!” 
You become too tired to keep up with Jungkook, feet aching in your shoes once you realize how fast Jungkook was going, hands dropping to your knees as he releases you. 
“You… you run.. fucking fast.” You heave for air as you register the sweat on your forehead, having participated in too much exercise just now. 
“I’m a little faster as Lucifer, human.” Jungkook elaborates oh-so-obviously as you wave him off, squawking for air as though you were a fish out of water. 
“You okay?” Jungkook asks as he nears your bent over form with a hand, and you swallow harshly as you tell him to give you a minute. You’re focusing on resupplying your lungs oxygen until you suddenly feel arms cupping underneath your body, and are unexpectedly hoisted up in the air. 
You squeal as you find Jungkook’s lifted you off the ground bridal-style, freaking out at just how strong he is. “J-Jungkook, put me down! You can’t carry me all the way to the car?!” 
Jungkook swiftly ignores you as he begins jogging towards the direction of your car, and quite frankly does so almost too easily. “I’m fast and strong as Lucifer, human. I can handle you.” 
Jungkook quells your worries as your round eyes watch him flash a look down at you, and try to stifle the flutter of your heart when he shoots you a show-stopping smile. 
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It was the day of your trip, and having woken up at the ass crack of dawn to get on the roads early, you and Jungkook currently load your car with your luggage enough for two weeks of travelling. You groan as you rub an exhausted eye, yawning when you feel sleep still beckoning you to your warm bed. 
You stand frozen in your spot as you refuse to move the suitcase resting at your feet, rather staring at it with delirium instead. 
You feel a sudden nudge to your shoulder, finding Jungkook settling beside you. “Hey, sleepyhead, get moving.” He instructs in rather a light, encouraging tone, finding that very different from his usually pushy tone. 
Sight still filled with sleep, your eyes remain locked on Jungkook shooting you one last look before he’s hauling a duffle bag over his shoulder, and carries another heavy suitcase effortlessly, hating that it all made his biceps pop so goddamn sickeningly.
Did Lucifer really have to be ripped?  
You roll your eyes at how unfair this is; Jungkook having begged you last week to take him on a small shopping spree so he had enough trendy clothes to wear and didn’t have to keep sporting your Hello Kitty shirt. Not only that, but you had to spend even more bucks purchasing him necessary things to even live in the human world; his own toothbrush, cologne, hell, even boxers were on the list with Jungkook’s shameless ass promising he’ll shower you in gold once he’s ruling hell again. 
Jungkook suddenly waves his hand before your eyes, perking up as your eyes shift upwards to accommodate for his height. “Hello, human? I need you with me.” 
You blink rapidly. “Yeah, yeah. I’m here.” 
“You okay? I know you didn’t sleep well with everything you needed to arrange.” Jungkook’s palm curls around your arm, carefully inspecting your features. “How was your call with work?” 
“Not terrible. They were kinda pissed. I was asking for vacation time at the last minute but when I explained it was a family emergency, they weren’t so annoyed about it.” Jungkook approves of that as he rubs your arm supportively. 
“I promise we’ll be back in two weeks, and your life will go right back to normal, human.” Jungkook grants you another promise as he sends a small smile, earning a miniscule, tired grin from you. 
“Did you get the last of everything from inside my apartment?” You gesture towards your building. 
“Yeah, I got everything. Just your suitcase left.” You nod in understanding as you bend down to lug at your suitcase. You struggle as your palms fasten onto the bag but find the weight too much for your flimsy arms. You make a rather resilient effort to tug it towards the trunk of your car with all your might, until Jungkook’s hand suddenly replaces yours on the handle. 
His presence casts you aside as he shoots you a tight-lipped smile and lifts your luggage himself, tucking it into your trunk effortlessly and shutting the hood. You stand frozen at the sudden kind gesture, brows furrowed in confusion. 
Did he just do something nice for me? 
You decide not to snarkily comment on it, instead shutting your mouth and making towards your beat up Prius.
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Ironically, AC/DC blasts through your car’s speakers, snickering a little once you consider you genuinely are on the ‘Highway to Hell’. 
Your laugh catches Jungkook’s attention, who’s enthusiastically pretending to drum the exact beats of the rock song. With your peripheral, you find Jungkook completely enjoying himself before shooting a look at you, then back out on the road again. 
You and Jungkook were about 2 hours into driving now, having decided to blare the music in order to keep each other awake in the early morning. 
“You sure you don’t want me to drive, human?” Jungkook asks as he settles in his seat, getting comfy as your hands remain at ten and two. 
“Nah, it’s okay. If I don’t drive I’ll fall asleep.” 
“You kinda look like you need it.” You shoot him a glare as you move a hand to smack at his arm, to which Jungkook hisses and tuts. 
“Hey, focus on the road, will you?” 
You hear him laugh while you roll your eyes, returning your hand to the steering wheel. “Fuck you, do you even know how to drive, demon?” 
“Of course I do. It isn’t too difficult.” Jungkook shrugs as though you were both discussing apple-picking. 
“And how to hell do you know that?” 
Jungkook scoffs a dry laugh, taking a long, deep sigh. “Sweetheart, you have no clue how long I’ve been watching humans.” 
He reclines back in his seat as he shuts his eyes, tossing the heels of his shoes over your dashboard until you swat violently at his legs, sneering reprimandingly. “Hello? This is my car? Get your dirty feet off.” 
You shove his legs off and Jungkook awakes with a disagreeable scowl. “What the fuck? Can’t a guy goddamn rest?” 
“You’re Lucifer, Jungkook. Not a human, remember?” You purposefully chide with a saccharine tone, and you listen to him scoff. 
“Awh, he’e becoming more human everyday.” 
Jungkook mocks you before you find his arms tightly folding over his chest, huddling against the window as he genuinely attempts to get some shut-eye. You presume he’s not so used to needing sleep. 
“Do you even know if this is the right way, Jungkook?” You ask, ensuring with him every now and then if he wasn’t just simply leading you to your demise somewhere. Who knows, maybe the real way for him to get back into hell is by sacrificing a human life through a ritual or something. 
You shiver hoping that’s not true at all. 
“Yes, I know..” Jungkook grumbles with his closed eyes and an exhausted body, watching him peacefully come to rest. 
You decide to not bother him considering he did complete most of the work packing and loading all your luggage for the road trip this morning, needing to have woken up before you for the task. You shoot a glance at his resting state, his lips falling into that pout you’ve now noticed over the week, in fact, is a natural habit of his. 
He usually makes it when he falls asleep. 
With an acknowledging side-grin, you turn down the volume of the music, and focus on driving again. 
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“You just had to eat all the Fuzzy Peaches, didn’t you?” 
“No I didn’t, there were only three left once I even got the bag, it was you.” 
“And you couldn’t spare some for me? I’ve been driving for 4 hours!” 
That particularly stupid argument is what led both you and Jungkook to pull into this convenience store along the side of a quite bustling street. Car washes, lauder mats, even a brunch diner were all located in this small plaza ‘Ed’s Convenience’ was also in. Across the street from you was a supermarket, the rest of the area littered with stores whatever odd town in California housed. 
Currently, you were waiting for Jungkook to return to you from the convenience store. Despite now knowing him and his tendency to snack a lot, you allowed him to take your card after he promised that you would be given the choice of always deciding where you eat. 
You had to seriously discuss with Jungkook that money was going to be your biggest issue on this trip. Considering gas, eating out, staying at hotels, a lot of your own personal finances were going to be depleted just for this 2 week trip. Jungkook yet again, promised indefinitely that once he returned to hell he would be able to conjure up triple what you spent on him, along with a slew of fake-sobs that you reluctantly agreed to in order to shut him up. 
You roll your eyes remembering the interaction, having set a strict rule with him that your money will have to be managed and budgeted very well while on this trip. Sometimes you would both have to survive on convenience store food, sometimes it would be best to just camp out in the car together rather than always spending nights at crappy motels. 
The sound of gravel crunching catches your attention, soon finding Jungkook appearing before you. He was wearing black ripped jeans, combat boots, black shirt all tied together with his leather jacket, holding a bag of convenience store goodies as he plopped down next to you on the trunk of the car. 
He currently munches on some gummy worms as you watch him, finding that he probably appeared the most innocent when he was eating. His eyes go round as though he’s a child eating food for the first time, and he chews in his adorable pout you can’t help but admire, rather ironic for the sinful king of hell. 
You never expected to see him in such a domestic, human state. 
His eyes flash to you and you wake up from your trance, clearing your throat before flickering back to your laptop screen. “You’re back, demon.” 
“Mm,” he hums, reaching into his bag and suddenly presenting you with a bag of Fuzzy Peaches. You raise your eyebrows in surprise as your hand tentatively clasps around it. 
“For me?” 
“Well, you threw a whole tantrum over em’.” 
You immediately move to elbow him but he defend himself, laughing as he presents the bag of candy. You accept the bag with a scoff, disguising the grateful smile and flutter that threatens your heart at the gesture. 
“What are you looking at?” He inquires with narrowed eyes to get a better look at the screen. 
“Google maps. I know you said the club you need to visit is in Chicago, but do you know the exact location so that it’s easier once we’re in Chicago? I need to know which highways to take.” 
Jungkook nibbles on the last of a gummy worm as he pouts his lips in thought, watching the clear blue sky above him. “I told you, we’d have to ask one of my demon subjects in order to find that out.” 
You nod in comprehension. “Do you know anyone we could possibly visit for an exact address?” 
Jungkook reaches inside his packet for another bite of a gummy worm. “I do. I think most of my subjects would know, though the only one I can recall the exact location of is a demon named Azazel.” He snaps a piece of his gummy worm in half, bringing one of them to his lips for a nibble as he details. “He’s one of the Princes of hell, serves right under me. He likes to hang out at this one place in Nevada I think. He’d definitely know where the celestial club is located.” 
You purse your lips as you absorb the information, checking it through with him. “Prince of hell?” 
“Yeah,” Jungkook nods. “They’re these 7 princes that are meant to represent the Seven Deadly Sins. They’re a ranking just below me, powerful beings but they’d never dare defy me.” Jungkook proudly remarks, watching the way he straightens up his slouched back and squares his shoulders. 
“That’s interesting. Which sin does this Azazel demon represent?” 
“Lust. Or, well, vanity.” Jungkook clarifies. “But when I say he’s a super weird one, I mean it. He’s got his own very… unique tastes he thinks very highly of.” Jungkook grimaces as he seems to remember something bone-chilling about the demon. He then laughs, however, finishing off the last of his gummy worms as he regards you beside him, trying not to squirm at how much larger he is than you, or how he even makes damn ripped jeans look scorching hot.  
“Take a guess where you think we’ll find someone like him?” 
You furrow your brows as you tilt your head in question, Jungkook’s eyes lighting up at the adorable gesture of yours. “Where?” 
6 hours later, you stand frozen, mouth agape, legs unmoving. You listlessly stare at a loud, flashy neon-pink sign that depicts the image of an erotically-posed woman wrapped around a pole, along with the name “The Devil Wears Prada” ironically plastered underneath in cursive. 
It’s a fucking stripclub. 
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You peer at Jungkook absolutely bewildered, blinking a few times to compute whether or not he was serious. Jungkook merely stands all too giddy, arms folded over his chest as he flashes you a beaming smile. 
He’s having way too much fun with this.
“Jungkook..” You draw out his name with a scolding. 
“Oh c’mon, Y/N, it’ll be fun.” He attempts to warm you up to the idea, nudging your elbow too adorably. 
You shoot him a dirty look and snatch your arm away from him, exhaling annoyingly. “Did it really have to be a stripclub?” 
“Why?” Jungkook queries. “Have you never been to one?” 
You freeze, suddenly a lump forming in your throat and trying to swallow it down. You’re not sure how you’re going to tell Jungkook that you actually have without revisiting a long-gone memory from your past. Your eyes evade him completely then, squeezing your folded arms tighter. “I have.” 
Jungkook furrows his brows. “Is.. there a problem?” 
“No just-get us inside, will you? It’s not exactly warm out here.” You begrudgingly complain as you harshly tug your cardigan around yourself. You hate that the temperature suddenly dropped significantly at night, leaving you freezing in your tank top, jean shorts and a measly wool cardigan. 
You internally groan then, not just at the weather but standing in front of this Godforsaken place. The entire idea of a stripclub is off-putting to you, and it’s not like you’ll tell Jungkook exactly why. 
You didn’t want to recall the god awful person attached to it. 
All of a sudden, you’re enveloped by the warmth of a jacket around your shoulders. You surprisingly snap to your right and find Jungkook adjusting his cozy leather jacket over you, warm from his usual higher temperature. Your lips fall into a quizzical little pout. 
“Why’d you...” 
“Let’s go inside, we don’t want Azazel leaving, do we?” 
You regard Jungkook with round eyes as he simply sends you a smile, halting yourself from swooning over the deadly image. He wraps a warm palm around your wrist and drags you to the entrance of the club, silently following him with the hint of a shy smile. 
A long line awaits outside the door, but Jungkook confidently stalks over to the security guard on duty. The man almost protests angrily until Jungkook glowers at him with his crimson eyes, sending the man to instantly shiver with fear. He graciously opens the door for you both without a hitch, even granting you VIP access badges. 
Impression is all that colours you as you contemplate Jungkook’s mere unmatched power, knowing damn well you’ll refrain from pissing him off too much, You slip inside the lively club with Jungkook, and unconsciously slide your fingers into his with acutely rising nerves, squeezing slightly. 
And surprisingly enough, Jungkook squeezes back. 
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Your pairs of once peaceful ears are welcomed by the sound of raunchy music blasting over the speakers, scantily-clad women dancing on a neon platform with a shimmering pole, and also decorating the many suit-wearing men in the crowds. 
You feel out of place, awkward, only having been in a stripclub once, and it was not your best experience at all. You clasp Jungkook’s hand a little harder this time, even cowering into his much larger form as people pass you by and disregard all means of space. 
Jungkook’s eyes sweep over the place with nothing but mischief and mirth, watching his eyes smolder a fiery red with a smug grin.
“Fuck, now this is my place.” This must be exactly where Jungkook thrives; sin litters this place from left to right and you assume it’s channeling his powers of pure evil. 
You fear a human possibly sighting his Lucifer eyes though, and quickly prop yourself on your tip-toes. Your hand curls over his shoulder and you speak to him in his ear, Jungkook instinctively bending down. “Jungkook, your eyes.” 
“Hm?” His round orbs stare into your soul inquisitively, and you suddenly realize he actually has very big eyes, almost doe-like. 
“Your eyes, they’re red. Someone will notice.” 
“Oh,” Jungkook blinks a few times and dials down the heat, dispersing the colour. “Better?” 
“Better.” You nod. It takes a good second for you to notice how close your faces are to each other, however, and your breath catches in your throat. Jungkook’s lips curve into a little smile when he sees that, becoming too swept up in his ocean and immediately removing yourself from him. Only your hands clutch each other as you avert your sight. 
You continue to evade him and Jungkook instead zeroes in on you, scrutinizing your features. “Are you okay?” 
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” 
“Oh my God, don’t tell me you totally lied about going to a stripclub.” Jungkook drawled. “You’re so innocent.” 
Jungkook makes it a statement to ruffle the top of your head, and you quickly smack his hand away as you send him a death glare. “I’m not lying, for your information. I have been to a stripclub, and I’m not that innocent.” 
You have no clue the things I’ve thought of.
Jungkook cracks a sexy grin. “Hmm, are you sure about that?” He leans in eye-level with you suddenly, and you lean back in accordance. “I’m sensing something else here.” 
“The only thing you should be sensing is Azazel, demon.” You shove him back and Jungkook lets out a hearty laugh, rolling your eyes in response. 
“You’re right, I actually can sense him. He should be here.” Jungkook scans the place with his demonic eyes, attempting to discern where exactly Azazel may be. 
You’re busy hmphing when you move to cross your arms, and realize that Jungkook, while distracted, is still holding your hand. You peer down at the means of contact, feeling a warm, fuzzy feeling suddenly spreading across your chest. You push it away once Jungkook turns to you, ensuring he doesn't catch you staring at your connected hands. 
“I think he may be in one of the VIP rooms, I’m going to check, okay?” 
“Wait,” you pull him back, Jungkook all ears for you. “Why are you going alone? I can’t come?” 
Jungkook chuckles a little. “Demons usually take up the vip rooms in this club,” Jungkook then suddenly tugs you towards him without warning, and you tumble directly into his chest. You peer up at him in complete surprise, only to find his smile absolutely shit-eating. 
“I wouldn’t want an angel like you in a den of sinners.” 
Your heart hammers against your ribcage, being this close to him just sets off an insatiable fire inside you that’ll never have an explanation anymore. Maybe it’s Jungkook’s attraction as Lucifer, you’re not sure, but suddenly feeling his chest against yours, mere inches from his lips, his eyes only on you in a room full of exotic, topless dancers, you feel yourself falling into his abyss. 
Why can’t I just kiss his cute lips?
A shove to Jungkook’s shoulder by a stranger snaps you out of it, immediately adding space between you two. “G-go find Azazel.” You see Jungkook crack a knowing grin before he holds up his hands in mock surrender. 
“Alright, alright.” He vindicates himself, but suddenly winds an arm around your shoulders, his lips brushing your ear. He tugs you close enough to catch a whiff of the coffee you both drank on the way here, trying not to ignite at the feeling of his lips touching your skin. 
“Stay here, don’t talk to anyone. Don’t take a drink from a stranger either, only wait for me.” He instructs firmly with a squeeze to your arm, turning to the side to question him why, but Jungkook has already let you go. He disappears into the crowd and booming club then, before you can even breathe. 
Damn, he really is fast as Lucifer. 
You suddenly become reclusive in the grandiose, erotic club. All you see are boobs and sexy women flaunting their gorgeous bodies, and as much as you find it downright impressive, respecting the hell out of the stunning dancers, a pit settles into your stomach.
Stripclubs just aren’t your thing, they never have been. Especially after what your asshole of an ex did to you in a stripclub before, they unsettle you to the very core. It brews a storm in your heart you can’t remedy nor can ever forget, sighing as you suddenly wish Jungkook didn’t leave you alone. 
What the fuck? When did you even need his presence around in the first place? 
You shake the jitters out of you. You won’t let some dark part of your past haunt you anymore nor think about the literal devil himself, you’re far beyond that and a healed person. 
You sigh as you contemplate what you’re meant to do now, Jungkook’s instructions of staying put and not even touching a drink producing your sheer boredom. You stand with your arms folded and step towards the bar ensuring you weren’t in the way of any dancing women, or didn’t catch the eye of some ogling man waving money. 
Blowing a raspberry, you silently bop around to a sultry rock beat as a new stripper presents herself on stage. Your own eyes are glued to her almost instantly, surprised by how gorgeous she is and mentally commending her for her graceful figure and well.. generous assets. 
Out of boredom, her show becomes your center of attention until a sudden tap to your shoulder turns you around. You come face-to-face with a very handsome bartender. 
“Sorry to interrupt, but this drink’s for you.” He sends you a polite smile. 
“Oh, but I didn’t order a drink.” 
“I know, I ordered one for you.” You’re internally taken aback by not only the man’s boldness, but his drop-dead gorgeous smile. A grateful grin creeps up onto your lips as you chuckle a little.
“And why did you do that?” 
The handsome stranger shrugs. “It looked like you needed one.” 
You slowly wet your lips as you try to keep from smiling too wide, encircling the glass. “That’s awfully kind of you.” 
“Don’t mention it,” he waves you off. There’s a simple moment where you’re merely looking at your glass, taking it in your hand for a drink until Jungkook’s voice rings clearly in your head. 
‘Don’t drink anything either.’ 
You furrow your eyebrows wondering why you exactly couldn’t. You teeter on either defying him or simply choosing to listen, not knowing how severe his order was. You buffer on the drink until the man’s rather hypnotizing voice pulls you out. 
“So.. what’s a woman like you doing here all alone?” 
You quirk a brow. “And who exactly is a woman like me?” 
“Too pretty to be alone.” 
You crack a chuckle at that, the charm he’s laying suddenly loosening you up. “That’s a good one.” 
“Good enough to know whether you’re alone or not?” 
You hesitate on an answer here, not knowing his intentions but giving him an honest answer nonetheless. “No, I’m.. not here alone.” 
“Are you here with a boyfriend?” 
Your heart stops at that, someone referencing Jungkook of all people as your damn boyfriend feels ridiculous. Even imagining such a thing leaves you sneering, and no the idea does not make your heart swell or your chest flutter. In no corner of the world will you find even a measly speck of you considering Jungkook as your boyfriend, a good idea. He’s only the smoldering hot king of the underworld that seems to actually be nice despite being the master of sin, has these cute doe eyes when he’s confused or these pouty lips whenever he eats. 
And he does not have you undeniably attracted to him. 
Not at all. 
“N-no, not my boyfriend.” You choke on your saliva. 
“Ah, so I don’t have to worry about a jealous man or anything.” He smirks all too handsomely. 
“And why exactly would a jealous man bother you?” 
“Because I’d like to make you mine tonight.” 
You feel your heart experience whiplash in your chest as you feel it bloom with fuzziness. Suddenly his smile is show-stopping, the way he leans over the counter emphasizes his muscles and his black button-up hugs his body like a second skin. 
“Have a drink and loosen up, gorgeous.” The smoldering bartender tongues his cheek, and suddenly his jawline is looking too good to not kiss up.
With a smirk of your own, you run your tongue inside your cheek as well, a fire lighting inside you. Your fingers curl around your glass of what seems to be a cocktail, suddenly thirsty for a drink. You eye up the handsome stranger as you bring the glass to your lips, tipping your drink over. 
“What the fuck are you doing?” Jungkook’s voice startles you as he suddenly clamps down on your wrist and displaces your drink, spilling some on you. “Didn’t I tell you not to drink anything or talk to anyone?” 
His sudden rude tone ticks you off. “Jungkook, it’s just a drink-” 
“Hey, man. I was just talking to her.” 
Jungkook’s eyes immediately become annoyed regarding the stranger behind the bar, quickly approaching him with a furious look. “I’m not some ‘man’, and I know you aren’t either.” 
Jungkook then violently grabs the bartender’s collar and tugs him over the counter harshly, the anger in his eyes absolutely searing. You panic as Jungkook’s harsh actions catch the attention of others nearby, your glass now empty as it spills over. 
“Jungkook-!” You try to pull him back, only to be completely surprised with what you see next. 
Jungkook’s eyes spark into a demonic fire as he stares into the man’s very soul, and you watch as the bartender’s irises suddenly reveal a deep shade of red himself. You falter back in shock as the man’s features immediately paint over with terror so horrific, he scrambles to be let go of.
“Sir, please-” 
“Get the fuck out of my face.” 
The once smirky and charming bartender turns into the equivalent of a crybaby, practically tripping over his feet as he runs off to cower away in the employee’s break room. Jungkook without a word snatches up your hand and begins leading you through the club, ignoring the concerned eyes that follow you two. You’re overridden by a million questions as he relentlessly pulls you, not even granting you a moment’s rest.
“Jungkook, Jungkook! What are you-” 
“Did I not fucking telling you to stay put and not talk to anybody? Did you think I said that for fun?” 
The irritation in his tone makes you feel guilty, and maybe you’re realizing your mistake, but Jungkook didn’t have to be so damn pushy about it. 
“I don’t exactly see the problem-” 
“That was the problem.” Jungkook suddenly stops you both before a dimly lit corridor as he gestures in the direction of the bar. His breaths are hot and heavy as his eyes cut you cold. 
“And what kind of problem was that? He was just a bartender-” 
“He was a demon,” Jungkook emphasizes. “This place is crawling with them.” 
Something about the anger in Jungkook’s face either makes you feel turned on, want to argue back, or a deadly combination of both, 
Why is it so sexy when his jaw clenches like that? 
You try to ignore the way your legs suddenly squirm. “So what if he was a demon?” 
Jungkook scoffs dryly, wetting his lips as he looks away. “That’s what the demons do here. They reel human women in with their charms, roofie their fucking drinks and get them alone.” He then mutters under his breath, focusing on nothing in particular with sheer indignation. “You have no clue the disgusting things he was thinking.” 
You scrunch your face in confusion. “And you do?” 
Jungkook rolls his eyes before he simply huffs, “it wasn’t hard to tell. Do you even know what a demon would do to an unsuspecting human like you?” 
His evasiveness and avoidance of making eye contact only increases your pissy mood, folding your arms with a pressing question. “And since when did it bother you what happens to me?” 
Eyes flashing to you, Jungkook only produces a mean look of hesitation. His jaw clenches as he gnaws at his teeth, lips impatiently pressed together. He then simply takes your hand in his, muttering yet again. “I found Azazel, let’s go.” 
And he drags you away as you unwillingly tag along. 
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You and Jungkook stop before a rather grand-looking door, noticing it’s probably the most expensive and exorbitant among the hallways. The entrance is perched by two guards on both flanks, a stern-looking man and an evil looking woman, both staring you and Jungkook down as though they could see right through you.  
Jungkook clears his throat, proudly presenting himself with a look of unbothered confidence. “Good evening, underlings. I need to see Azazel.” 
“And who might be asking?” The sultry woman practically slithers out her words. 
Jungkook rolls his eyes before he, for the dozenth time, flashes them his scarlet eyes, watching the stoic man raise his brows in surprised acknowledgement, as the woman merely shivers in pleasure. Both their own eyes glow a deep shade of ruby, and you now understand that they’re demons as well.
Did Lucifer have some sort of connection or invisible linkage between all demons? Was there something about his eyes? 
“Ah, the king himself is here.” She cheers, clasping her hands together with excitement. Her vision flashes down to Jungkook cradling your hand in his, though, but she doesn’t show any disapproval or bitchiness about it, rather seems intrigued. 
She abandons her post and makes towards Jungkook, her red dress accentuating every slim curve of her body. She laughs an almost harmonious giggle as her hands soon land over Jungkook’s chest, biting her bottom lip as she asks in a whisper. 
“Is it really you, master?” 
Jungkook merely laughs, tilting his head as he condescendingly asks. “Who else would it be?” 
Her eyes flicker with fire, fingers slowly feeling over much of Jungkook’s muscly body as he simply allows her to do so. His expression doesn’t really communicate much of anything however, as though he’s bored and simply letting the demon have her fun. Clearly the attraction to Jungkook isn’t just a human thing, he has practically all creatures on their knees for him, and he seems to know it too. 
Arrogant prick. 
A laugh escapes you suddenly, and the female demon’s attention immediately snaps towards you, eyes narrowed into slits. 
“And who might this be?” 
“None of your concern.” Jungkook tugs you a little closer to his body, almost shielding you. You can only intently watch, unable to do much of anything. But the female demon boldly ignores Jungkook, too enthralled by you to remain obedient. She approaches your figure with almost a cat-like nature, extremely curious and hyper-aware. 
You suspect absolutely nothing, until within the blink of an eye, she suddenly grapples the back of your neck and tugs you flush against her own face. You gasp in immediate fear when her fingernails transform into sharp claws. 
“Amara.” Jungkook scolds with a reprimanding tone as he squeezes your hand, but she only continues on, the bridge of her nose skimming the arch of your cheekbone. She actually sniffs you, and her lips curve into a downright demonic smile. 
“A human..” She chimes lowly, but is only interrupted by an irritated Jungkook. 
“Amara, let her go. She belongs to me.” Jungkook instructs firmly, and your heart does a backflip inside your chest. When did you ever become his? 
Even worse, when did you actually like the idea? 
“Is that why she’s wearing your clothes, master?” She queries as her sharp hand rests over your shoulder, feeling at Jungkook’s leather jacket on you. “Master never gives his clothes to anyone.” 
The fact leaves your eyes widening, looking towards Jungkook who merely sighs. He then holds onto Amara’s shoulder and forces her to face him, seriously peering into her eyes. 
“Amara, let her go.” Jungkook’s eyes beam a vibrant red as he authoritatively orders. “I will not ask you again.”  Amara immediately lets you go then with thinly-pursed lips, holding her head up high as she returns to her post. 
Jungkook wets his lips in frustration before he turns to you and gently gathers your hair in his hands, carefully peeking behind your neck. He lightly whispers in your ear, “did she hurt you?” 
Ignoring the goosebumps that arise across your skin, your fingertips canvas over your neck as you feel the slightest sting in a certain area, knowing it must be a scratch. “Not really.” 
Jungkook laughs then, and you furrow eyebrows. “Why’d you just laugh?” 
“Because the desire to sin really does kick in when you’re near me, huh?” Jungkook’s pointer finger then slides over the exact cut you had, and you instantly let out a hiss. Jungkook knowingly grins. “You just lied to me.” 
You roll your eyes, seconds from swatting his hand off you until the sudden scent of coffee on his breath stops your heart. Jungkook casts your hair aside as he gently leans over your shoulder, and invades all your personal space. You’re unsure of what he’s doing until you feel his breath fanning you—he’s blowing on your cut. Surprisingly enough, it’s almost as though Jungkook’s delicate blows cauterize your wound, feeling your pain melt away in an instant. 
Sweeping your hand over the nape of your neck, suddenly it’s as though there was never a wound at all. You look at Jungkook with pure wonderment as he simply flashes you that sexy quirk of his brow and an attractive grin. Adjusting his shirt on himself, he then fixes his jacket on you, pulling it tight around your body. He turns back to the demons after finishing his task and grasps your hand yet again “We need to see Azazel, open the doors.” 
The stoic man that’s merely stood there the entire time silently clasps onto the handle. He opens the door without a complaint, standing off to the side. Jungkook enthusiastically tugs you along with him as you pass Amara, who only flashes a half-hearted smile your way before you’re greeted by something you never expected. 
Rouge curtains, a plethora of intoxicating incense, bright, vivid colours of Moroccan splendour designs attacking your eyes. The entire place is littered with these vibrantly coloured fabrics and charms, gaudy pieces of diversified collectibles and an odd earthy though spicy scent that made you throw up in your mouth. Though what catches you next are the multitude of nearly naked women sensually dancing and sitting around a quite eclectically dressed man, your brain far from boggled. 
The man’s too busy making out with a certain woman until Jungkook loudly clears his throat. “Azazel,” 
Said man, well, demon suddenly rips his mouth away from the topless woman, wiping some lipstick that smeared onto his skin. His hooded, hazed-over eyes are far more entertained when he regards Jungkook, however, lips curving into a mirthy grin. 
“My, my, if it isn’t the king of hell himself.” 
Jungkook purses his lips in acknowledgement as Azazel leans over onto his knees, waving off his dancing women. “Nobody told me you’d be visiting little old me.” 
“Maybe if you weren’t sucking the life out of female humans, you would know.” 
Azazel’s eyes bounce as though he were dealt a hit he actually liked, snickering in his throat. “A little too haughty for someone in your position, don’t you think?” 
Jungkook furrows his brows in confusion, and Azazel merely scoffs. “Think the whole of hell doesn’t know what’s going on with you, boss?” He questions rhetorically. Azazel then gets up from his seat, the women around him not even minding as they seem in almost an unbreakable trance. 
‘They reel human women in with their charms, roofie their fucking drinks and get them alone.’
Fuck, Jungkook was really telling the truth. Better yet, was he genuinely trying to protect you?
He approaches Jungkook, almost too close for comfort. Jungkook squeezes your hand in response, and you stay right by his side. 
“We all know the big man upstairs kicked you out of hell and you’re about as powerless as a mouse in a glue trap, boss.” The demon, you now realize, is almost ironically nothing what you imagined the demon of lust to be like. He seems the epitome of gluttony with his larger belly and older-looking features, honestly disgusted by him. Jungkook almost reads your mind as he makes an expression of distaste too, turning his face away from Azazel’s to actually breathe. He faces him then, eyes powerful and self-assured.  
“I’m still the king, and I rank higher than you, Prince of hell.” Jungkook squashes Azazel’s ego. “I’d watch what comes out of your mouth.” 
“And I’d do the same if I were you, boss. Right now it’s looking right about rocky for you with your powers gone.” Azazel practically, or well, quite literally spits. “I’m thinking you should choose your words wisely, could probably squash you like a pesky ant on the side of a road, Your Highness.” Something about the superiority complex and condescension of Azazel ticks you off. You turn to Jungkook trying to believe what the demon said isn’t true, but Jungkook’s acquiescing expression clues you in to the fact that that’s not the case. 
Maybe he really does have to play nice right now, you didn’t know the breadth of Azazel’s powers compared to a human Lucifer, anyway. 
Jungkook sighs as he tongue his cheek. “I just need to ask a question, Azazel.” He then instinctively tugs you further behind his larger frame, but that only draws Azazel attention to you, and suddenly his once normal eyes beam with an intriguing, red hot flame. 
“And who might this be?” His creepy voice curls around your spine and makes you shiver, sending him a look of disapproval. His hand comes out to cup your cheek but you immediately smack his hand, leaning away from him. 
His eyes glow with anger as he almost lunges towards you, but is stopped by Jungkook’s arm blocking the way. “Behave, Azazel. She’s mine.”   
“Ohh,” Azazel calms down with a snarky tone, eyes still scavenging your figure as though you were a meal to consume. “The master’s keeping a toy, I see.” 
The context of that leaves a bad taste in your mouth, watching Jungkook’s expression stay predominantly blank. He squares his shoulders when he requests again. “Just answer my question, Azazel.” 
The demon hmph’s as he sends you and Jungkook a death glare, returning to his seat. “Sit down.” He practically growls. 
Jungkook leads you with him towards the vibrant indigo, velvet couch across from the weird demon. Jungkook plops down on the cushions, and just as you’re about to seat yourself next to him, he immediately tugs you forward with a force you couldn’t deny. You tumble into his lap and your ass settles over his strong, thick thighs. Your arms naturally fall around his neck as his hands delicately hold your waist, panic overflowing you once your core presses into his crotch. 
“J-Jungkook, what are you-” 
“Shh,” he grits quietly under his teeth. “Just play along.” 
You pull a confused face, watching as Azazel becomes busy speaking with one of his scarcely-dressed ladies. “What do you mean? Why do I-”
“Azazel has a thing for human girls,” Jungkook whispers closely in your ear, hands slowly soothing your side that leaves you squirmy. He suddenly dares to nibble on your lobe a little, the touch igniting a lusty flame inside you despite the initial surprise. “Especially girls like you.” 
“What-what are you doing?” 
“Acting,” he rasps in a whisper, tongue gently licking at your lobe. “Play along.” He repeats pressingly. 
“What do you mean…” You attempt to suppress a yelp when Jungkook unexpectedly bites your ear lobe, only fidgeting over him more. “Girls like me?” 
You feel Jungkook smirk as he presses a bold kiss behind your ear, a hand of his dropping to your bare thigh. He ever so slightly brushes the tips of his fingers up and down your skin, fuelling every nerve inside your sensitive body. 
“Sweet and innocent ones like you.” 
His tone is so dark, so deep and low you’re forgetting where you even are. Your grip on his shoulders tightens when Jungkook skims his nose up your pulse point, his heated breath and lips raising goosebumps all over you. You chew on your bottom lip to contain how horny you suddenly feel, as though every cell in your body wanted Jungkook kissing you, on you, inside you. The hunger was insatiable, your legs rubbing together once your panties felt too sticky. 
“Since-since when did you care? I thought you hated humans.” 
“I said I hated humans, not you.” 
“You..” You contain a moan when he grips your bare thigh. “You said you’d never be attracted to a human like me.”
A scoff escapes him as his lips graze your skin, scrunching his shirt in your fist for any semblance of control. It’s hilarious that Jungkook is so transparent about insisting you’re different, but never explains why you are in the first place. His silence now beckons you to question him again, though it comes out more akin to a moan.
Jungkook then finally latches his wet mouth onto your neck, feeling your core gush with an immediate waterfall. He begins ever so slightly mouthing at your skin, laying soft kisses that were almost feather-like, barely there, yet you felt as though you were on fire. You realized he didn’t answer, wanting to query him again but fuck, you’re too goddamn distracted by his plushy lips sinfully kissing your weak spot. 
Suppressing a moan, you manage, “why are you doing this.. Jungkook?” 
“I need to show him you’re mine..” Jungkook mumbles against your neck as he sucks a soft bruise . “So he won’t take you.” 
His words snap you out of your daze, reminded that you and Jungkook are here for a goddamn task. He wasn’t doing this because he actually wanted you, there was an underlying agenda here and you need to stop getting sucked into his tempting ocean. 
You gently push him off you and find Jungkook’s amused eyes peering at you, cracking his signature grin. You realize you must appear flushed, the heat of Jungkook’s Lucifer body too searing to handle. 
Eyes locked in an untelling gaze, this position with Jungkook feels too unreal. You’re currently perched in his lap as you hold his neck and he hugs your waist, face mere inches from each other, almost kissing but not. You hate how much you suddenly yearn to kiss his lips, wondering if that certain Lucifer attraction is the reason why, or maybe Jungkook’s lips are just so fucking kissable. 
Jungkook doesn’t break your eye contact as he juts out his tongue to swipe his bottom lip, flashing his vision down to your petals that hang slightly open. You breathe carefully attempting to not suffocate, Jungkook is seriously, and very undeniably hotter than hell. You can almost taste the coffee on his breath again as he nears you, vision flashing to his lips that suddenly seem so close…
“Cozy, now aren’t we?” 
You both snap towards Azazel in unison, clearing your throat as Jungkook plants his feet down and straightens himself. 
“What’d you wanna ask, boss? Make it quick.” Azazal tends to one of his topless girls feeling him up, practically cooing at her as he speaks annoyingly. “I’ve got better things to do.” 
Jungkook rolls his eyes, his hand on your tummy drawing soft circles. You try not to melt. 
“I need the location of a club, Azazel.” 
The demon laughs across from you both, caressing one of his dancers that flank his left side. “There are many clubs, boss. You gotta be specific.” 
“You know which one I’m talking about,” Jungkook scowls, his palm firmly clutching your bare thigh, and you try not to imagine what he’d feel like touching you elsewhere. 
What if he touched me down there?
Jungkook suddenly squeezes your thigh and you practically jump, trying to refocus on the conversation. You attempt to not pay attention to the way Jungkook’s practically eye-level with your cleavage. The mere prospect of his sexy face in your boobs leaves your legs rubbing together, nipples shamelessly hardening. 
God, why are you so horny?
“Angels Give You Wings, you know the one.” Jungkook affirms, seriously trying to work with the rather disinterested demon. 
But once the name’s up in the air, Azazel’s eyes shimmer with mirth as his attention shifts to Jungkook. “The infamous club, you say?” he asks rhetorically. “You should know it’s in Chicago.” 
Jungkook sighs. “I know it’s in Chicago, but I need the real address.” 
Azazel raises his brows. “And why would you need the real address?” 
“It’s not exactly your concern.” Jungkook cuts in all too arrogantly, Azazel narrowing his eyes. He now examines you both, almost scrutinizing the pair of you as he touches one of his strippers. 
“You two don’t look very close for a couple.” Azazel observes, flitting over your entangled bodies. You become displaced, looking towards Jungkook for an answer. But you only find him glaring back at Azazel as he cradles you in his arms, practically demon-growling at him.
Azazel hoots as he watches Jungkook’s anger grow. “Wow, would you look at the master being possessive of his toys for once.” He smiles evilly, laying both his arms over the back of the couch with a repulsive look. “If you’re being possessive of her, then you ain’t getting jack shit tonight, boss.” 
“And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Jungkok practically spits.
“It means,” Azazel mimics Jungkook’s harsh tone. “If you wanna know the address, you need to let me read her.” 
You furrow your brows as Jungkook heavily sighs, bringing a hand to his forehead with distress. Your fingers ask for his attention through rubbing at the nape of his neck, voice quiet.
“Jungkook, what does he mean?” 
“Oh!” Azazel cheers all of a sudden. “She calls you by your real name, master? That’s wonderful!” He claps like a happy seal, now understanding what Jungkook meant by Azazel being quite the... odd type.  
Jungkook lifts his head to look at you then, eyes revealing something akin to.. Fear? Stress? You couldn’t place it accurately. “I won’t let him have you, angel.” 
You’re sure Jungkook is probably only saying this to act like you’re together, hell, even his hands slowly but soothingly caressing your waist and thigh have all probably got to do with this ruse. But something about the reveal of emotion in his eyes maybe indicated he could be speaking the truth. 
Or at least, you’d like to believe so. 
“Hand the girl over, boss.” 
Something ticks inside Jungkook as he flashes his eyes a searing red, and practically sneers at Azazel. “You’re not touching her.” 
Azazel’s amused expression only thrives off Jungkook's anger. “Well then, you won’t be getting your address, then.” 
Jungkook huffs with a dry scoff. “I’m not offering her to you anyway.” He then pats your thigh to move off him. You climb off Jungkook’s lap as he stands on his feet with you, avoiding your eyes as you wonder why he won’t just give you up. He intertwined his hand with yours in mere milliseconds as he sends Azazel a death glare. “We’re leaving, angel.” 
“You’re funny, boss. How do you expect to get your address?” 
Azazel’s condescending tone stops Jungkook, and you need to seriously squeeze Jungkook’s hand tightly in order to prevent him from charging forward. You should’ve known, Lucifer would obviously be irrationally hot-heated. But, also being the representation of Pride among the so-called seven princes of hell, he absolutely hated it when someone knocked him off his high horse. 
And that’s all Azazel has been doing. 
“I can ask any other demon.” Jungkook grits through his teeth. 
Azazel clicks his tongue, shaking his head. “Nuh uh. That’s an Angel-dominant club, do you really think some second-rate lackey could get in? It takes someone of my power-ranking or higher to even withstand those damn halo-wearing pricks.” 
Jungkook scoffs. “I’m Lucifer, Azazel. I can ask an angel.” 
Azazel snickers as though he were told an immature joke. “You really think an angel won't go straight to The Council and rat you out? Don’t think you’d appreciate seeing your estranged brothers in this circumstance, boss.” 
You hear a crack in Jungkook’s neck as you watch his jaw flex firmly again, except now, it seems like Jungkook could be breaking his teeth as he bites down hard. His eyes are a seething ruby, wondering what could be causing Jungkook so much heated distress. 
Brothers? Did brothers mean.. the rest of the Archangels? 
Your hand suddenly feels too hot as Jungkook practically crushes the life out of you. You exclaim in pain, realizing that Jungkook’s utterly losing his cool. You panic, knowing Jungkook is still quite powerful and you did not want to see him angry. He needs to simmer down before all hell actually breaks loose, worriedly approaching him. 
You rapidly step in front of him and grips his biceps, attempting to gain his attention. 
“Jungkook, hey, Jungkook.” You call him with light shakes, but his breaths only increase in speed. His vision is glowing a vibrant red and you can feel him entering attack mode. You protest for him yet again, to look at you, to calm down, hoping your voice can pull him out but gain no response. 
Jungkook is seconds from unleashing his flames, already raising his palm for a ferocious blast until your small hands suddenly engulf his cheeks, forcing him to look at you. 
“Jungkook!” You say it so worriedly, so sweetly that something almost automatically switches off inside Jungkook. It’s as though the figurative flames bursting out of him are extinguished, his breath stabilizing as you find his doe eyes staring back at you. 
You crack a smile as you watch his features change, becoming the exact Jungkook you met back in your apartment. 
“Human..” You’re unsure of why Jungkook’s stuck with the name, but funny enough, it made you laugh a little
“Demon..” You chide him, and he actually cracks a grin too. You wet your lips as you seriously peer into his eyes, speaking kindly. “Jungkook, you should let Azazel read me.” 
His eyes flood with something akin to anxiety and he grips your hand against his cheek, shaking his head. “No, it’s not a good idea, angel. He’ll hurt you.” 
Your lips pout slightly hearing his concern, again, unsure of whether or not this was all a ruse. You wouldn’t know. 
“What will he do?” 
“He can read minds when he touches people. Angel, demon, human, it doesn’t matter. But it hurts, especially for humans.” Jungkook warns, eyes communicating the urgency he desires to reach you. 
You can see where Jungkook’s coming from, whether it was for the ploy or his own genuine compassion, you wouldn’t want Jungkook to hurt himself just for you, either. But you knew this was important to him, he really needed to unearth that club and figure out his way back to hell. 
He needed to go back home.
You’ve already tagged along and come this far, not to mention how many times Jungkook really did show concern for you and helped you out. You should repay that kindness and help him too. 
“Jungkook, you really need that location.” You explain softly. “It’s okay, it won’t be for long, right? I can endure it.” 
“Human..” You can see the worry in his eyes, feeling your heart melt. He squeezes your hand harder and you try to ignore the fact that he doesn’t even mean any of it, only an act meant for the demon you can tell is staring you both down. 
But you’d oddly like to believe it was real.
“He’s going to infiltrate your mind, read your deepest, darkest thoughts, invade your privacy...” He urges you, emphasizing gravely that this is not something to be taken lightly. 
“I’ll be okay, demon.” 
Jungkook sighs with evident worry. “If you feel uncomfortable for even a second, I’ll kill him.” He proclaims. “You don’t have to go through with this.” 
“I’ll be fine, Jungkook. We’re a team now, alright? I got you.” 
You’re unsure of what emotion flashes through Jungkook, but you can clearly see his expression soften. He purses his lip, and simply nods as he slowly lets your hand go, but not without leaning in close to your ear. “You need to convince him..” Jungkook advises quietly. “Convince him about us to get the address.” 
You nod back in affirmation, detangling your fingers and stepping towards the sleazy demon. 
Azazel flashes you a toothy smile you wish you couldn’t see, repulsed as you stand before him. You notice the women flanking him don’t necessarily pay attention to you, and have only been touching and dancing around Azazel the majority of the time. You wonder if they’re under some sort of trance, attributing their behaviour to the drugging methods Jungkook informed you of earlier. 
Though you also wouldn’t rule out the doings of Azazel knowing he’s the sin of Lust. 
“What do you want?” You question bleakly. 
“Your hand, darling.” He slides his tongue over his teeth. 
“Do more than just read her, and I’ll torture you in hell for eternity.” Jungkook scolds threateningly, jaw clenched and eyes smoldering. 
Azazel merely acknowledges Jungkook as you reach the eclectic demon. With a weirded out expression, you hesitantly present your hand to Azazel, who snatches you up as though he were a starving dog seeing meat for the first time. He immediately shoves the back of your hand against his nostrils, gaining a good, heady whiff of you. You try not to feel a sense of ickiness all over your body, suddenly feeling this certain shock that runs throughout all your veins. 
It feels uncomfortable at first, but suddenly transforms into this sharp pain flooding your bloodstream. You exclaim immediately, feeling as though knives were suddenly coursing through your arteries. You falter as the feeling crawls all over your skin, clutching your hand to your chest in a panic. 
“Human!” Jungkook worriedly approaches you, but stops once Azazel’s ominous red eyes warn him. 
You calm down for Jungkook’s sake, breathing through the aching intrusion. “I’m fine.. I’m fine, Jungkook.” 
You remember his words in an instant, enduring the pain as you focus on thinking about Jungkook. He needs to think you’re both together, right? What better way than to conjure up every appealing thought you’ve had of Jungkook? 
His lips, his body, his eyes, his rockstar hair, his sexy leather outfit that hugs him just right. His Adam's apple, his thick neck, his alluring voice, the attractive way he tongues his cheek. Not to mention the adorable way his eyes go round or his small, cute lips pucker into a pout. 
Your mind naturally drifts towards the thought of all those features, and how they ignite your core anytime you ponder them. His fingers? His tongue? His lips? What could they do in other places? Would he be fast or slow? Would he touch you right? Would he be rough or soft? 
You try to imagine how it would feel if he were to touch your pulsing clit, shuddering once you register that masculine roughness he has to them. You bite on your lip, center lighting up with wanton desire once you consider how his tongue would feel, and most of all, you wonder exactly what beast Jungkook hides in his pants. You practically scream all these things at yourself, prominently contemplating your attraction to Jungkook for Azazel. 
Though funny enough, you know deep down they were real thoughts you merely suppressed. 
Azazel continues to read your mind, your shut eyes too focused on honing in on your likeness for Jungkook until all the pain in your body suddenly stops. You exhale harshly, as though air was sucked out of your lungs once you return to Earth. You recall your place in reality and face Azazel, swallowing. 
“Hmm,” Azazel contemplates, suggestive, mirthy eyes gazing up at you. “She really does belong to you, boss.” 
You hear Jungkook let out a triumphant scoff, hands on his hips as he quirks a brow. 
“You’re all she seems to think about.” Azazel then eyes your figure up and down. “And they mainly seem to be very dirty.” 
That fact makes you physically choke, coughing out the spit that caught in your throat. You rip your hand out of Azazel’s hold, recovering from the hiccup. 
“T-the address, Azazel.” 
Azazel’s annoyed vision flits to the side as he leans back. He rolls his eyes, holding out his pointer and middle finger in the air. He suddenly flicks them to conjure up a piece of paper with a bright spark of flames. Its edges are burnt, though the integrity of the piece still holds up. 
You smile victoriously as you reach out for the paper, only for Azazel to suddenly retract it. 
“You owe me for this, boss.” 
Jungkook laughs dryly, suddenly feeling his presence beside you as he flattens his warm palm against the small of your back. “We’ll see about that in hell—what did you say? Second-rate lackey.” 
The term makes Azazel growl as a counter, finally nabbing the paper from him and nuzzling into Jungkook, proudly presenting it before him. 
“For you, my liege.” You bow as part of your skit, Jungkook clasping the paper. 
“Why thank you, my angel.” Jungkook responds in the same playful tone, bowing as well. 
He graciously snatches the paper from you and tucks it inside the pocket of his leather jacket you wear. He pats the pocket condescendingly before entangling his fingers with yours and tugging you flush against his side, saluting Azazel. 
“So long, Azazel. Hope you grow the balls one day to fight me in hell.” Jungkook snarks, cocking a proud brow. “We’ll see then who's more powerful. If you’re not too busy getting your balls taken care of here, that is.” 
Azazel literally spits at the ground you both walk on, Jungkook immediately clutching you close to him as he merrily laughs at his own remark. 
And honestly speaking, as obnoxious as Jungkook can be, you laugh, too. 
Hugging the paper with the address to your chest, Jungkook side-hugs you to him as the pair of you walk out together into the main area of the strip club. There’s a new stripper on stage now, and Nelly Furtado’s ‘Maneater’ fills the hooting club as you both make your triumphant exit. 
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The soft thrum of rock beats keep your eyes open, shifting in and out of sleep as you slump into your passenger seat. Jungkook sits at the wheel now, and despite only claiming he could drive, you admit he’s a pretty decent driver for someone who’s only learned through observation. 
You’re yet again falling asleep after the day’s tedious activities, cheek resting in your palm while you huddle into Jungkook’s warm leather jacket. It was oddly very comforting. 
“Hey, sleeping beauty.” Jungkook lightly hits your arm and you shoot up, grumbling with sleep-laden eyes. 
“What the fuck, Jungkook?” 
“Feel lucky I even called you beauty, you don’t look so hot right now.” 
You roll your eyes, not caring of your appearance after driving for God knows how long. You still run your fingers through your hair, however. “Fuck you.” 
You see in your peripheral Jungkook silently scoffing, chiding you with an expression of mimicry. You narrow your eyes into slits at him, huffing at how easily you both return to normal. You should’ve known whatever concern and care Jungkook was showing you was only for Azazel, there’s no way the daft idiot could even muster a single cell of decency. 
Jungkook suddenly toes at your shin, nearly kicking you awake once again. You turn around and face him with sheer annoyance. “Jungkook, what the fuck! Can’t you just fucking drive?!” 
“So you have dirty thoughts about me, huh?” Your throat cinches, your brain shuts down and you transform into the epitome of an error 404 not found code. You hold up a finger in protest as you buffer, lips struggling for a sentence. 
“I didn’t know I was always on your mind, angel.” Jungkook bounces his brows as he peers at you, but it seems like his expression completely depicts the opposite of what he says. He eyes as if he knows the inner workings of your brain, knows exactly what you think, what’s on your mind, and knows they’re not innocent like an angel. 
God, he’s so annoying. 
“Would you shut up? That was for Azazel. You wouldn’t have your precious address without me anyway, demon.” 
Jungkook scoffs, laughing at your rather cute act of denial. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, human.” Jungkook's hand once gripping the steering wheel then suddenly settles over your thigh, not squeezing or touching, but merely resting there as he refrains from doing anything compromising. 
His eyes then suddenly flit towards you.
“You seem to be quite the dirty little angel.” 
Your cheeks heat up, growing angry because.. fuck, did he actually have to be right? Why did it feel like he could see right through you? Like he could read you as though you were bearing all the pages of your book? You scrutinize him repulsively as you shove his hand off you, shuffling away from him further. 
“Whatever. You should be letting me sleep, asshole.” You counter in response. “And watch the fucking road.” 
Jungkook stifles a laugh in his throat as he returns his eyes to the road, his hand now resting over the console as he drives with one hand freely. You try not to flit down to his legs manspreading deliciously, or gaze at the veins that sprawl up his arm and his rough hand on the steering wheel. You even ignore the way he tongues his cheek as though he’s too amused. 
“Why did you keep calling me that?” 
Jungkook flickers towards you. “Huh?” 
“With Azazel, you kept calling me angel.” You grumble. “You only use that when you’re being an asshole.” 
Jungkook breathes a laugh through his nose, his vision focusing on the road as he handles the steering wheel. He swipes his lips with his tongue as he looks ahead, flexing his jaw. 
“I didn’t want him knowing your real name.” 
Your brows raise in light surprise, not expecting that concern to come from him even without putting on a show. 
“That’s rich coming from you.” You scoff. 
Jungkook cracks a smoldering smirk, hating that he was so obnoxiously attractive. “It’s rich that for an angel you have a lot of dirty thoughts.” 
You roll your eyes, shutting down the arousal that floods your core as you smack his bicep. Fuck Azazel for saying that aloud, and now fuck Jungkook for snickering about it to himself. You exhale tiredly as you tuck your hand underneath your cheek and force yourself to sleep, completely avoiding him. 
So what if you wanted to fucking jump his bones? It’s his fault for being so sexy. 
With a knowing smile and quirk of his brow, Jungkook leans over and turns the volume of the music down, continuing your journey under the dark sky with spangled stars. 
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Jungkook brings in the last of your luggage from the car into your motel room, setting down the heavy bags and suitcases in one-go. He appeared seriously fucking strong doing so, and suddenly the image of him hauling stuff like that was simply too hot to not watch. 
His shirt clings to his muscular body as he maneuvers your things around the room, filling up space the way it should. You laid on your tummy simply scrolling through your laptop, meant to be looking up the address of the club you’d received from Azazel. 
Instead, you watch Jungkook’s back muscles flex as he zips open his duffle bag, shuffling through his belongings. You genuinely wonder if it’s possible to be attracted to someone’s back. He’s just so incredibly broad and wide, his traps and shoulder blades adding to the breadth of his posterior. He seems strong enough to be able to manhandle you, but kind enough to be gentle about it. 
Suddenly you remember what your friends were all whispering about regarding Jungkook; the type of man that would let you do anything to him to gain your own pleasure. 
Fuck, would he ever let you ride his back? 
Jungkook stifles a laugh in his throat as his eyes shift to you, sexy smile on display with amused eyes. You become aware of your blatant ogling and hide behind the screen of your laptop, clearing your throat. 
“What’re you doing over there, angel?” 
You heat up once you realize he clearly saw you, though act as though absolutely nothing happened. “Nothing, I’m just researching the address we got.” 
You continue clicking through much of Google maps, only to find yourself coming up empty. That was the issue with the address you’d both earned from Azazel, it appeared like a normal address, though it didn’t show up on any maps or across the grand internet. 
“Have you found the exact address?” 
“Honestly, I’m having some trouble with it.” 
Jungkook furrows his eyebrows with a little confused noise, abandoning his things and joining you on the motel bed. He seats himself right next to you, and just as you begin explaining the conundrum, Jungkook leans in close and places a hand over your body. His fingers squish into the sheets next to you as he practically cages you on the bed, feeling a fluttering in your chest at his unusual proximity. The scent of his cologne mixed with the fabric softener he started to like set your nerves ablaze, never having expected Lucifer himself to smell so nice, be so suffocating. 
It was intoxicating, he was intoxicating. He’s simply leaning over you to closely peer at the screen, but you couldn’t help but feel your heart race in your chest, feel his presence permeate your back. 
“What’s troubling you?” 
You struggle with your sentences before you can find feasible words, attempting to not stare at his thick thigh through his ripped jeans right in your face. “I-yeah. Um, did Azazel give us the right address? I can’t seem to find the club.” 
Jungkook hums in understanding, cutely pursing his lips. “I see. Let me take a look.” 
To your surprise, Jungkook leans down directly over your head to type on your laptop, and you attempt to not squeal at how incredibly proximal he is now. He covers all of your upper body so easily, and you suddenly wonder what it would be like if he were on top of you. 
He’d probably completely dominate me. 
You hear Jungkook breathe a scoff above you, tentatively peering up to find that in fact, his chin could’ve been resting atop your head. You watch his gorgeous, thick fingers type over your laptop then, searching diligently as you silently grow warmer underneath him. 
“Hmm, I see what you mean.” Jungkook chimes as he drifts into thought, also coming up dry. “Azazel shouldn’t have lied to me, the princes of hell are incapable of doing so.” 
You tilt your head and peer up at him, chin resting in your hands as you swing your legs back and forth over the mattress. “Why so?” 
Jungkook smirks devilishly, eyes flitting down to you. “They know the hell they’re in for if they do.” 
You roll your eyes, how typical of Lucifer. Jungkook ticks his head, however, as he thinks, trying to piece together what to do now. He brings his pointer finger and thumb to his chin, contemplating. 
“Can I see the paper Azazel gave us?” 
You fish it out of Jungkook’s leather jacket that you were in fact still wearing, presenting it to him. You watch Jungkook stare at the paper in his hand, scrutinizing the living hell out of it. You watch the gears in his head shift until finally, Jungkook has an ah-hah moment. 
He brings the piece close to his pink lips and gently blows over the paper. You watch in surprise as it smolders in accordance with Jungkook’s breath, suddenly small text emerging in a searing heat underneath the original address. 
‘Only those with wings can truly see.’
Jungkook cracks a scoff as he finally understands, laughing to himself. “Azazel, you damn bastard.” 
“What does it mean?” You query curiously. 
“You can’t see it, but I can.” Jungkook explains. He shows you the paper and runs underneath the first part of the text, indicating it to you. “‘Only those with wings’ means celestial beings like angels and demons, they both have wings. Humans can’t see the address or location unless they’re with a celestial being.” 
“Ohh,” you nod your head in acknowledgement. “That makes so much more sense. Google maps just kept showing me this dead-end alleyway.” 
Jungkook clicks his tongue as he ruffles your hair. “Should’ve been using that big brain of yours instead of staring at me, angel.” 
You scoff underneath him, peering up through narrowed slits. “Shut up, I wasn’t staring at you.” 
“You were pretty clearly staring at me, sweetheart. Next time you want a piece of this,” he gestures towards his brawny body. “You can let me know.” 
You pretend-vomit as you shove him away from you, Jungkook chuckling as you prop yourself back up. “Get away from me, your egotistical head is too big.” 
“Nuh-uh” Jungkook tuts with a finger. “I may be egotistical, but I know what I saw. Just tell me you want me and it’ll solve all your problems, angel.” 
“And who said I want you? It’s not like you want me.” 
“Did I ever say I didn’t want you?” 
Your eyes fall open in surprise, Jungkook merely staring at you with his mirthy eyes. He even dares tilt his head as he intensifies his gaze, growing too flustered to consider what he just said. He’s clearly only playing with you. 
“Whatever,” you wave him off. You grab the physical map you’d purchased at a convenience store. “Just fucking circle where we need to go on this.” 
You’re presenting a map to Jungkook for actual work, but he then cunningly swipes it from your grasp. “Wait a minute, what map exactly?” 
You grievously complain as Jungkook holds the map too high for your height, cursing his long arms and how much larger he is in comparison to you. You practically climb his strong body and lap to retrieve the flimsy thing, only for Jungkook to retract it every time you think you’re close. 
“You have to try harder than that, angel.” You breathe out a fed-up chuckle as you reach with all your might, wildly struggling as he simply giggles at your attempts. You finally snatch the map out of his hand and let out a triumphant ‘ah-hah!’
But just as you celebrate, Jungkook unbalances you with his grasp and the weight of his body sends you toppling over, falling back against the bed. Jungkook falters directly over you, his hands either side of your head as you stare up at him in shock. 
Your hands are sprawled either side of your head, round eyes regarding him with sheer surprise. You notice the way Jungkook’s knee has settled right between your legs, causing you to fidget. You swallow watching the smirk on his face grow, all too amused by the compromising position. 
“Mmm,” Jungkook suddenly hums. “For an ‘innocent’ angel you seem very comfortable as a bottom, huh?” 
You suck in an immediate breath, hating how much this position lights your nerves on fire. An arousal shoots through your core as you attempt to appear normal, countering his comment with your own. 
“Funny, you don’t seem much like a top.” You were lying straight through your teeth, and you goddamn knew it. But nothing else really mattered as you flit between Jungkook’s lips and his eyes that gleam with mischief, another typical characteristic of Lucifer, you thought. 
“Ouu,” Jungkook hisses. “You really are a liar, aren’t you?” 
You stare him down in challenge as he slowly leans down towards you, examining your every feature. “Wonder who taught such a pure angel like you to sin so much.” His voice is so condescendingly low, you couldn’t help but squish your thighs together. 
“And I wonder who taught such an arrogant asshole like you manners. They seemed to have left out personal space.” 
Jungkook hisses yet again, head dipping for a dry laugh before refocusing his almost lust-ridden, fiery eyes back on you. “We need to do something about that attitude. Angels don't talk back.” 
“One, I’m a human, not an angel.” You snark wittily. “And two, what exactly will you do about my attitude, King of hell?” 
Jungkook wets his lip slowly, taking his time with it. He very obviously flits down over your body before he arrives at your face, lowering himself even more as his fingers slide into yours against the mattress. His proximity shoots waves of arousal through you, your once dry core now fluttering with anticipation. 
Goosebumps blossom over your skin as Jungkook comes exactly face to face with you, lips mere inches from yours as your body loses control. 
“You have no clue what I’ve got in mind,” he whispers, his deep voice travelling through you and right to your dampening pussy. “But once I’m done with you, you won’t be so pure anymore, angel.” 
Your breath hitches as Jungkook maintains his heated closeness, eyes flickering down to your lips as he seems seconds from connecting them, petals brushing yours as you taste his breath… only to finally collect yourself. Registering this as Jungkook’s crazy Lucifer attraction, you quickly shove him off you with a loud huff as you sit up on the sheets, muttering almost incoherently. 
“I’m going to take a shower.” You attempt to shake all the dirty thoughts about him out of your system, slipping into your slippers and making towards your luggage. 
Jungkook chuckles before tonguing his cheek while you search through your things, his thumb swiping across his bottom lip. He props a leg up on the bed, leaning his elbow over his knee as he regards you. 
“We should eat dinner after your shower, human.” He nonchalantly says, as though absolutely nothing happened between you just now. Funny, you should’ve known Jungkook was playing, it’s practically the only trait Lucifer has. “You get to choose, remember.” 
“I do. You’ll have to eat whatever I want, though. No complaints.” You gain the courage to look him in the eye, and honestly laugh shyly when you find him very obviously checking you out. Or just looking? You didn’t know, but sitting like that while purposefully peering at you seemed evident enough. 
“No complaints here.” He held up his hands in mock surrender, ticking his head towards the shower. “Go, I’ll be here if you need anything.” 
You nod in response, and try to divert yourself from considering the fact that you’ll be in a room over from Jungkook, showering and naked. 
You wonder what he looks like naked. 
Jitters crawl all over your body and you snap yourself out of it, rapidly nabbing your clothes and rushing towards the bathroom without a single thought. You stand in the doorframe and peek back into the room, only to see Jungkook bouncing his brows just to tease you with a little wave, and you roll your eyes as you slam the door shut. 
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Shutting the shower nozzle close, you let out a sigh as you finish. You wanted to smack your head against the shower wall repeatedly, horrendously until it produced an answer for why in God’s name Jungkook made you feel like this. 
Why did you like him on top of you like that? Why were his lips so goddamn tempting? Maybe it really was the Lucifer effect he has on you and practically anyone he comes into contact with, but you groan once you realize this feels stronger. 
If it were merely the effect of Jungkook, then you shouldn’t like it so much, should you? It feels as though it isn’t an arbitrary attraction anymore, but rather a voluntary desire that keeps manifesting itself everytime you’re near him. Maybe the effect is just stronger on humans, you didn’t know. But what you did know is that you wanted him, and it did not originate from whatever spell Jungkook always manages to cast upon you. 
You smack your forehead as you emerge from the shower, spotting your clothes for tonight’s outing and drying yourself with a towel nearby. You wrap it around your chest as you proceed to apply moisturiser and your usual skin care routine, plugging in a blow dryer for your hair before sorting through your clothes for your undergarments. 
Only to realize, they weren’t here. 
You immediately gasp as a hand covers your agape mouth. Your dumbass really didn’t think to bring your bra and panties when you were angrily snatching your clothes in front of Jungkook. You feel dread overcome you as you contemplate needing to venture out into the motel room for your clothes, stepping anxiously in your spot as nerves flood your system. 
You take a deep breath once you realize that they’re merely your clothes, and whether or not Jungkook lets you live this down, at least you didn’t go completely commando out to dinner with him. 
Mustering every speck of courage in the world, you crack the bathroom door open to take a small glimpse, expecting to see Jungkook maybe sprawled on his bed and watching TV, but only finding an empty mattress. 
“Jungkook?” You call quietly, hoping for a response. You don’t hear anything though, sparking your light concern. You meander out a little further and call his name again, but gain no answer. You presume he could be out of your room right now, using this as your golden opportunity. You scamper towards your bag with all your delicates in only a measly towel, clutching it loosely from falling out of place as you scrounge through your bag. 
You rapidly put together a matching set and instantly zip your bag shut, barging it back into your suitcase. You swivel around to make a risky break for it, only to run smack dab into someone’s rock hard chest. Suppressing the desire to cry, you recognize it anywhere, complaining as you rub your forehead from the contact. 
“What are you doing?” 
Your face heats up, carefully meeting Jungkook’s gaze as you see him fully clothed, while you’re naked and wet underneath a towel. The thought pries your embarrassed eyes away from him, clutching your garments to your chest in order to conceal them, but his sharp eyes can clearly discern what they are.
Damn his Lucifer abilities.
“I-I’m sorry. I just forgot something..” Your eyes flit everywhere but at Jungkook, who stands firmly in place without even the slightest bit of shame, towering over you. 
“You could’ve asked me to grab them for you.” Jungkook proclaims, his voice velvet-like and practically serenading you. 
“This isn’t something you can exactly grab.” You state. “It’s embarrassing.” 
“What’s so embarrassing about you being a woman?” Jungkook suddenly asks, still unable to meet his gaze, and you’re honestly glad Jungkook doesn’t demand it out of you either. His voice seems softer now however, almost understanding you. 
“Nothing, but it’s just…” You trail, not feeling exactly uncomfortable about him here, but feeling quite bare and open. All your intimate parts are covered, yes, but the mere idea that only a layer separating him from witnessing what lies underneath leaves you almost mortified. What if you’re not desirable at all to him? What would he think about your stretch marks? Your scars? All the flaws that you adorn? 
It leaves you clutching the towel even tighter, the very thought making you swallow a wad down your throat. Jungkook seems to notice your unease, and his expression falls from one of his usual amusement to seriousness. 
He very carefully, and hesitantly juts out his hand towards your hair. He considerately watches your reaction as his fingers meet a certain strand dangling in your eyesight, and he gently casts it behind your ear. His fingertips naturally fall to your chin, and you instinctively peer at him as he holds you ever so delicately. 
“You don’t have to be embarrassed with me, Y/N. I’m not expecting anything from you.” Jungkook clarifies, his tone uber soft. “Is that what you think of me?” 
“No.. I just,” you pause, searching for better wording. “Don’t know what you’ll think of me.” 
Jungkook furrows his brows, as though contemplating how that’s even something you could say.  He light-heartedly laughs as he looks to the ground, then peers back up at you. His eyes have softened into those round orbs of coffee, noticing that his eyes actually had a tendency to emit this natural glow, almost like a shimmer of stars. 
“You really think I’d be the type of guy that judges a woman’s body? Or her bra and panties?” 
You suck in a breath listening to his pretty lips say those words, gently nibbling on your lip as your tentative sight meets his. 
“If there’s one thing you should know about me, angel.” Jungkook begins, still cradling your chin. “You never have to be ashamed of yourself around me. I’m Lucifer, baby. All your sins, your secrets, your darkest thoughts.. I got you.” 
Jungkook steps closer to you, closing the space between your bodies as he releases heat that only warms you up, both inside and on the outside. He then closes the space between you two ever so slowly, lip brushing your ear as he whispers. 
“Even the dirty ones.” 
 His words ignite a lustful fire inside you, wondering a million heart-pumping possibilities with him so close to you, but choosing your gratitude over your horniness. You and Jungkook are merely a team, not a relationship waiting to happen. And so you crack a smile as you find yourself gazing into his eyes, wondering where this was coming from, and contemplating that maybe Jungkook... really isn’t half bad. 
That was, until he opened his mouth. 
“But if you’re like a furry or something, I’m gonna have to pass.” 
You scoff as you propel his chest away from you, shooting a repulsed expression his way. “Let’s just go to dinner, jackass.” 
Jungkook laughs as he watches you march away, flickering back to scold him, but only seeing his lips curving into this rather attractive bunny-like smile, wondering why the fuck Lucifer had to be blessed with such cute lips. 
And also wondering what it would feel like to kiss them. You didn’t know you’d find out later that night, or that Jungkook is in fact hotter than hell. 
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taegularities · a month 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 you