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#jungkook x you
whatifyoulivelikethat · 2 days ago
waiting for, m | jjk, myg
pairing(s): yoongi x reader, ft. jungkook
summary: Jeon Jungkook is paying for erotic photos and he is going to jack off to them. Nothing wrong with that, right? Ah, yeah, except, well... he paid for them because he knew the one featured was none other than Min Yoongi's very own girlfriend, who he wanted to fuck very... very much. Probably too much. Shit.
warnings: rated M (18+) for language; established relationship (yg/you); if it isn't obvious already, sex work involving erotic photography; wild OT7 karaoke scene lol; a whole lotta guilt; smut (fem reader, descriptions of erotic photos with BDSM themes, m-masturbation, phone sex, f-receiving oral); non-idol!AU - (secret) sex worker!reader x music producer!Yoongi ft video editor and photographer!Jungkook and far too friendly?Park Jimin (he always sneaks he way in here, idk how, oop); Jungkook's POV
now playing – waiting for by taemin
He was finally alone.
Only now could he breathe.
Jeon Jungkook was on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He knew what he was going to do, but it still felt wrong. It felt wrong being naked on his bed, sheets soft against his skin, illuminated by nothing but his phone screen. The harsh light reflected off his toned chest and his inked right arm as Jungkook held his phone up with his left. He was clutching his phone too hard; he could see that his knuckles were white even in the low light.
He exhaled, pushing the air out of his lungs as he relaxed his grip.
His eyes flickered to the time. Almost. Two minutes.
Part of him felt guilty, even if it wasn’t that guilty of an act. Because it wasn’t, really. It was a service being provided; he wasn’t stealing. He paid for it, just like the others. But still. Part of him felt guilty.
The other part was horny as fuck.
He saw the notification pop up. Hand delivered to his account inbox. It made Jungkook feel special, even if he wasn’t. Every other customer who paid for this tier got the same rewards. It disturbed him a little how his finger didn’t shake anymore when he pressed the ‘open me’ button.
From: _thehornedsin.
In an instant, he was breathless.
The first thing he noticed was her lips. Painted a glossy dark red, perfectly shaped. Slightly parted, with her little pink tongue sticking out. The second thing he noticed was the curve of her chin, nestled above the leather collar with a huge metal padlock. The third thing was the blindfold, black lace layered over lush maroon velvet. And the fourth thing was the horns.
That’s right, the curved, black ram’s horns draped with black lace.
It was a close up shot of her shoulders and face, with the focus on her damn lips. Her absolutely plush, perfectly fuckable lips that demanded to have a cock shoved into them.
Jungkook hated that he thought that, but he did.
She had a few different variations of ram’s horns, but he admired the black the most because they looked almost real, like they were part of her head. It was part of her signature, a striking feature in every picture, along with the blindfold.
She always wore a blindfold.
He flipped through the pictures, slowly, admiring every detail. She was laid across an extravagant red velvet couch, draped in long black lace robes. A single leg stuck out, covered in a sheer black thigh-high stocking and an elegant black pump. With each picture, the layers of lace robe lowered, down her shoulders, her arms. Shots of her bare back, no bra. The top of the garter belt, the curve of her ass.
A whole goddamn story, packed in those pictures he now had on his phone.
His right hand slid down his side, creeping down his abs. He gasped as his fingertips brushed his cock, already hard, staring at a perfect photo of her back view, knees on the couch, hands on her ass and spreading her cheeks. Still wearing the heels and the fucking sheer thigh-highs. His hand grasped his cock. Jungkook swiped again.
Holy fuck.
Front view now, tongue between her teeth, legs crossed, her perfect fingers elegantly poised, framing those flawless tits. Nails painted red with black crystals, matching the entire vibe of the photoshoot. Pointing straight to her nipples, large and hard. Jungkook let himself pump now, slow, breathing already shallow. Swipe. Legs open, nails sinking into her juicy thighs, pussy glistening with her chest jutting out. He fucking zoomed in. He zoomed in and moaned softly, seeing that beautiful wet opening. His right hand went faster, harder. Swipe. She was holding fucking wooden clothespins, back arched against the couch, one leg leaning against the back and the other lazily trailing the floor.
His hand was moving of his own accord now. Jungkook was getting to the end of the pictures and of himself. The clothespins were on her nipples. He whined, seeing her poor nipples pinched, her mouth open, tongue licking her lips. Fuck, it was like he was there. Fuck, it was like he had been waiting just for this. Swipe. The next, one hand between her legs, the other pushing her tits together, nipples red from being constrained. His hand was moving so fast, cock throbbing, nearing release, breathing so hard that he was winding himself.
Head thrown back, leather collar with the heavy padlock right between her collarbones, tits sticking straight up, clothespins in the damn air, three fingers shoved into her tight pussy, already dripping and soaked. Jungkook could even see splatters of her juices on her inner thighs, shiny and slick thanks to the lighting.
He came.
Jungkook fucking exploded, moaning and gasping, his cock jerking in his hand as white spurts of semen shot out, all over his hand, his thighs, his bedsheets. He hadn’t expected to cum that fast or that hard, but he hadn’t expected the damn picture either. He gritted his teeth, squeezing his cock tight, as if it wasn’t his hand, as if he was inside that pussy he was staring at right now. Swipe. The last one. Her smug smirk, hand up, shiny fingers spread and covered in her orgasm. Pink tongue sticking out, licking her middle fingertip.
His eyelids fluttered, rolling back into his head as he opened his hand and spread his orgasm all over the head of his cock, aggravating the sensitivity and heightening the pleasure, torturing himself.
Once again, for another month, he came to the erotic photos of _thehornedsin. The photos he paid for, along with a few hundred other patrons. The photos of someone he knew, someone he would see tomorrow in person, someone who he shouldn’t be in love with, but was. And he was guilty, guilty because he was in love with her and was too ridiculously happy when he was told that she was low-key a sex worker.
Min Yoongi’s girlfriend.
“Did you know Yoongi-hyung’s girl has a sexy Twitter?”
At the time, he had no idea this question would change his life.
Jungkook raised his eyebrows, already three pieces deep in barbequed beef bulgogi. His mouth was completely filled and he chewed noisily, giving his friend Park Jimin a strange look. Jimin was on his phone, swiping with the hand that was holding his chopsticks.
“Let me bring it up,” Jimin was saying.
Jungkook swallowed, throat stretching too far. He coughed, taking a long sip of his beer. “There’s no way she has a sexy Twitter,” he chuckled. “Hyung would never let that happen. You know how possessive he is.”
Jimin waved his chopsticks dismissively. “Here.” And he turned his phone around.
Twitter profile for _thehornedsin. Pictures of woman wearing fake ram’s horns and a blindfold, strangely eerie and elegant, in beautiful lingerie. All hot. All sexy as fuck. Jungkook was already getting hard and these were only racy photos.
“Pfft, how is that hyung’s girlfriend?” he snorted, mentally noting the username because if that woman was single, he was definitely going to send a DM her way.
“Because,” Jimin continued, turning the phone back to himself to scroll upwards. “There are Yoongi-hyung’s hands.”
Jungkook’s eyes widened. Large male hands pressed against the woman’s soft breasts, their heads out of frame, a silver necklace draped right in her cleavage. He recognized the rings Yoongi usually wore, the silver bracelets. There was even that black beaded bracelet Jung Hoseok had made for Yoongi a while back.
“They… they can’t be…” Jungkook sputtered.
Jimin grinned. “It is. I asked already.”
“You what?” Jungkook felt his ears burn. “You pervert!”
Jimin laughed, tucking his phone away and cheerfully grabbing some meat off the grill. “It’s a public Twitter. I only confirmed my suspicions.”
Jungkook began to stuff his face distractedly, trying to not think about how hard he was getting now that he knew this information. “How did you even find it?”
“I follow a lot of sexy Twitters. And pay for their email subscriptions if they have them.”
Jungkook choked. “You do what?”
“I pay for erotic photos,” Jimin stated calmly. “You know, support the artist.”
“Artist,” Jungkook echoed hauntingly.
Jimin narrowed his eyes. “Yes, artist. Because they are real people and they work hard to take good pictures to help good human beings like me get off.”
Jungkook mouthed the words good human beings and Jimin scowled at him, popping a piece of grilled beef in his plump lips.
“How many times have you just looked up pics or videos and jacked off?” Jimin accused. “You don’t need to answer, because I already know the answer is, a lot. Tons of people don’t want to pay for porn. That’s fine. But I do, because there are people who work hard and do cool shit and I want to support that.”
“Weren’t you seeing someone?” Jungkook interrupted.
Jimin shrugged. “I was. We looked at them together when we were dating.”
“You… looked at Yoongi-hyung’s girlfriend’s sexy pics… with another woman?” Jungkook blinked, disbelieving.
“Yeah, I did. She liked them too.”
His mind was blown.
“She thought the horns were cool. Me too.”
They were kind of weird, but the more Jungkook thought about it, the more he kind of liked it too. A fun play on words with them being ram’s horns and all. They gave her a dark vibe.
“What’s with the blindfold?”
“Well, obviously so her identity isn’t that easy to figure out. And it’s hot.”
It was. Jungkook’s dick was throbbing thinking about it.
“She had a paid subscription, with nude photos.”
Jungkook’s eyes bulged. “She has what?”
Jimin gave him a pitiful look. “Nude photos. Because she is a sex worker. Jungkook, are you an adult or what?”
His jaw flapped trying to form a sentence. “W-Well, I’m not trying to look up erotic photos on Twitter usually! I follow gaming stuff.”
Jimin shook his head. “Poor Jungkookie. So innocent to the world.”
There was a short silence of Jimin chewing and sipping beer.
“Do you… pay for her subscription?”
He raised his eyebrows. “Of course.”
Jungkook gave him a very pointed, eager look.
Jimin smirked. “Pay for it yourself. Support your friends.”
The subscription wasn’t very expensive. Jungkook paid for it the second when he got home, gaining immediate access to a few of the most popular sets.
He never jacked off so many times in one night.
For a bit more money, he could gain access to all of her photo sets.
So, he paid for that too and, over the course of a week, nearly lost his dick with how many times he masturbated. He should have made it last longer. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t because for the two years Yoongi and his girlfriend had been dating, Jungkook had thirsted over that ass and those thighs. For two years, he had been staring at her tits, wondering what they looked like. For two years, he had been admiring the way her lips pressed into Yoongi’s, wondering what that kiss felt like.
And to find out he could get her sexy as fuck nudes for a fee?
Fuck yeah, he paid for them.
She posted a new set once a month. The lowest tier got the non-nude erotic photos, the middle tier got those and the nude ones, and the highest tier got all the photos, including teasers and a few nudes during the month. Casual, in bed ones. Some with Yoongi’s hands doing various things to her. Things Jungkook wanted to do, like playing with her nipples, fingering her, and shoving toys in her holes.
He wanted more.
But then again, he always had.
Seeing her snuggled up to Min Yoongi’s side at the karaoke room was torture.
Torture because he wanted to be Yoongi and torture because he wanted to be the fucking chair under her ass. She was wearing a red plaid dress with Yoongi’s hoodie over it and black thigh-high socks. They were laughing at Kim Seokjin’s drunken high notes, taking shots together. Her cheeks were pink and pressed against Yoongi’s flushed face. His hyung was always more lovey-dovey when he was tipsy. Surprisingly, she was always quite calm, as if she wasn’t drunk at all.
Yoongi nuzzled her neck and kissed it.
Jungkook fumed, eyes fixated on the dirty floor because he couldn’t bear to look.
Park Jimin planted himself next to him, holding the karaoke iPad.
“Whatchu wanna sing?” he said, grinning, pink cheeks glowing.
Jungkook struggled to sound neutral. “Er… I dunno. I don’t like singing.”
Jimin nudged him. “Yes, you do. You love singing. And she loves your voice.”
Jimin loved poking the bear. The bear being Jungkook’s infatuation with Yoongi’s girlfriend.
“They’re looking for a photographer,” he said suddenly.
Jungkook swallowed air far too fast, coughing. “What do you mean?”
Jimin tipped his chin to Yoongi and his girlfriend, who were now egging on Seokjin, adding backing vocals to all his words. It actually made Jungkook smile, because the two of them looked cute as shit. Would be a lot easier if he just straight up despised seeing them together, but, alas, life fucked him up good.
“Taehyung can’t do it anymore. He’s moving to the city in a couple weeks ‘cause of his job.”
“Taehyung is their photographer?” Jungkook whispered shrilly, making Jimin jump.
“Yeah… didn’t I tell you?” Jimin said, squinting. “No?”
Jungkook’s giant eyeballs told Jimin, no, he did not tell him. He snapped his head to Kim Taehyung, who was beside Seokjin, waving Jung Hoseok’s arms around in attempt to add backup dancing to this nonsense. Kim Namjoon was beside them, just straight up yelling, because… well there really wasn’t a reason other than being tipsy. Namjoon cupped his hands over his mouth and shouted particularly loudly, only to jerk back and look at his hands, as if he was confused why he did that.
Okay, maybe Namjoon was actually drunk.
“Taehyung has seen her naked?” Jungkook hissed.
“I mean… you have too.”
“Yeah, but not naked in real life!”
“The pictures are real life?” Jimin said, confused.
Jungkook smacked him in the arm. “You know what I mean!”
Now he was actually furious. Furious that Jimin hadn’t told him, furious that Taehyung hadn’t said anything (not that he would, because that wouldn’t make sense, but Jungkook didn’t care), furious that Yoongi and her looked so fucking cute so he didn’t even want to try and break them up because, fuck, look at them jumping up and down and hugging each other as Seokjin scored a ninety-five.
Jimin got up and suggested another song, tapping the iPad as Namjoon and Hoseok grabbed the mics. Oh, dear. It was going to get loud.
Normally, Jungkook would be singing like crazy too, but he was feeling too many emotions and it was taking everything in him to smile and pretend like he was fine. He exhaled and looked up, trying to enjoy Namjoon shrieking on the top of his lungs as Hoseok attempted the high notes – it was chaotic to say the least.
When he was finally feeling some sense of calm, he sensed a presence next to him.
“You aren’t going to sing?”
He turned his head mechanically to see Yoongi’s girlfriend tilting her head at him. Staring at her red lips, the lips he had seen yesterday licking her own cum off her hands. Yoongi’s arm snaked around her waist, hand splayed over her stomach. He didn’t look at Jungkook, cheering on Hoseok instead, hyping him up.
He coughed. “Ah, I don’t know. I have a sore throat.”
She smiled apologetically. “Me too.” Then she smirked. “But probably for a different reason than you.”
Jungkook’s cock woke up suddenly, fighting his jeans.
“Oh, sorry,” she said quickly. “I forgot you don’t like dirty jokes.”
No, that’s not quite it. “Ah… It’s okay.”
He spied Yoongi’s fingers digging into the hoodie. He was listening, all right.
“Jungkook,” she continued, unaware that her saying his name so innocently was making his dick leak an embarrassing amount of pre-cum into his pants. “You still work at that music company, right? Directing and editing videos?”
Jungkook blinked slowly, trying to be calm. She wasn’t even that close. But he could still see how her thighs spread out on the chair when she was sitting down, lightly constricted by her thigh-highs.
“Yeah. I do more editing than directing though. I was only assistant director a couple times.”
“Hmm,” she hummed thoughtfully. “You’re pretty good with a camera, huh?”
His heartbeat accelerated rapidly. “A-Ah… I wouldn’t say that.”
Yoongi’s hand was sliding up. Up. Up to her breasts, cupping one in his hand over the thick fabric. She turned her head, kissing Yoongi on the cheek.
“Going to the bathroom, my love,” she murmured to his skin before standing up and walking out of the loud room. Now Jimin and Taehyung were doing a soulful duet, swaying together as Namjoon pretended to wail. Hoseok and Seokjin where adding background vocals (read: heckling on the top of their lungs) in between chugs of beer.
This left Jungkook and Yoongi sitting in the corner.
Yoongi seemed to be tired from shouting. He was leaning against the chair, wrapped in his black parka and dark blue jeans. Cool and calm, round cheeks flushed.
Jungkook swallowed. He felt the tension. He didn’t know why, because Yoongi obviously knew people got off to his girlfriend’s suggestive pictures. He was part of them, after all. And his hyung must know that Jimin purchased nudes, but their friendship dynamic never changed. In fact, Jimin was quite close to Yoongi (in height too, but Jimin was still shorter), and Jungkook had never seen them act strangely around each other.
He chewed on his lip. He knew it was him. He knew he was the one making it weird. Yoongi was just sitting there, nearly asleep. Harmless.
His phone buzzed in his pocket.
Special mini photoset for highest tier members, arriving at 00:00. love, Sin from _thehornedsin
Jungkook made sure he was home by midnight.
And was greeted by the biggest surprise of his life.
“Park Jimin!”
It was the next day, and Jungkook was shouting at his phone, in a video call.
The older male rolled over in his bed and rubbed his eyes, black hair rumpled and messy. “Why are you yelling?” he mumbled sleepily, voice hoarse from singing his lungs out last night. “And why the video call?” He was definitely a little hung over. Maybe more than a little.
“So I can see your face as you try to explain to me why you were in Sin’s special mini photoset that was released last night,” Jungkook growled viciously.
The phone dropped suddenly, showing only video feed of Jimin’s white sheets.
“Erm… that couldn’t be me, haha…” Jimin muttered, hastily picking up the phone.
“I recognize your tiny pinkies anywhere.”
Jimin glared at him, turning his eyes into lines. “That’s insulting.”
Jungkook made a noise like a snarling bear.
Jimin winced. “Er, okay, yeah. It was me.” He got up from the bed, stretching. “They just wanted another pair of hands to add to the spooky factor. Yoongi can’t grow another set of hands.”
Jungkook wanted to throw his phone across the room, march to Jimin’s apartment, and strangle him.
Another pair of hands? The whole set had been those four hands all over her body, crawling over her front-tie blue silk teddy, undoing the strings, taking off her matching bra and panties, touching everything. Everything. Her neck, her breasts, her nipples, her stomach, her legs, her fucking pussy, all edited perfectly so it was only arms and hands all over her horned, blindfolded, sinful body.
And Jungkook jacked off to it, because yes, it was sexy as fuck, but he wasn’t happy about it.
“And why,” he growled, “Would you not tell me?”
Jimin raised an eyebrow, yawning. “Why should I? It was strictly professional. I got paid and everything.”
He got paid to touch Yoongi’s woman?
Jimin seemed to realize that was the wrong answer and that Jungkook was slowly frothing at the mouth.
“I didn’t say anything,” he added quickly. “Because I knew you would be jealous and overact like you’re overreacting right now.”
“I’m not…” Jungkook snapped his toothbrush in half as he attempted to brush his teeth. “Overreacting.”
Jimin shook his head. “You need help. You should not be this angry. She is not your girlfriend. You do not own her. Yoongi doesn’t even own her. She is her own person and you need to understand that.”
Suddenly all the rage seemed to be sucked out of him. Jimin was right. He should not be this angry or angry at all. Jungkook suddenly felt very, very guilty and ashamed.
He ended the call without saying goodbye.
For two whole weeks, Jungkook didn't look at her pictures.
Every time he wanted to, he told himself he couldn't. Every time he ever so much thought about it, he scolded himself. He used to look at them at least once a day, jack off to them at least two to three times a week. But now he told himself he couldn't.
Now, the only time Jungkook allowed himself visit her was in his dreams. If she appeared, he rejoiced, and if she didn’t, he would have a restless night chasing a shadow. He was aware of how messed up this was, but at this point he was a slave to his dreams.
Jimin didn't take his outburst personally. He even called back later, asking if he was okay. Asking if he wanted to go out to eat or something. But Jungkook refused, telling him in a monotone voice that he was fine.
At the end of a week, Kim Seokjin asked to stop by. He was in the area and wanted to chat for a bit. At first, Jungkook wanted to say no, but he relented. Seokjin was the oldest, after all. Also, he never took no for an answer.
Seokjin popped up with bags of gummies and banana milk. Asked to use the bathroom. They talked about game updates and new releases. The new sci-fi RPG that was coming out in a couple days.
"What happened to your toothbrush?" Seokjin came out of the bathroom, laughing as he held up half of a toothbrush. The half with the brush head.
Jungkook's eyes shifted. "I broke it. Still works though, so I was just going to keep using it."
Seokjin's laugh became squeakier as Jungkook tried to hide his conflicted expression. "Hyung will buy you a new one."
Truth was, Jungkook kept it so he could remind himself every day that he was an asshole.
Not masturbating made Jungkook crabby.
He found himself with little patience and constantly annoyed, although he tried to not let it show. Every day, he felt his resolve dying a little. Every night, he dreamed, waking up with a fucking telephone pole in his pants and not letting himself finish, as if he dealing some weird self-punishment for his jealous actions.
In short, Jungkook had put himself in horny jail.
He was sitting in his gaming chair, shirtless, playing Valorant. Even if he wasn't as invested in it as Overwatch, he was still very competitive. He wanted to be good at everything. Or he wanted to distract himself from his actual problems. Probably both.
Ah, his team lost.
He ran a hand through his long hair, fluffy and curled from being unbrushed and slept on. Annoyed, he scooted his chair away from the computer, ignoring his queue requests. Picked up his phone and then remembered he couldn't. Maybe he would go work out or something. Tire himself out.
His phone rang.
Jungkook's phone was almost always on silent. He had memorized the times the important notifications came. His friends, well. They could wait on him and his lack of response. He eyed his phone, knowing it was ringing because the screen was flashing at him. The only reason he picked it up and pressed the green call button was because of the name.
Min Yoongi.
Yoongi was almost as mute as Jungkook was when it came to communication, either in the group chat or phone calls. The only reason Yoongi was active was when it was necessary to collect the other six brain cells of the group. They had a tendency to lose focus of what the point was, such as getting lost on road trips and arguing about where to eat.
Jungkook had a feeling Yoongi did not want to talk about something that involved their friend group.
His stomach churned nervously as he brought his phone to his ear.
"... Hyung?"
Breathless, beautiful, and not Yoongi's voice at all. His heart went to his throat. Guilt made him break out in sweat. He breathed her name into the mic, forgetting the honorific, biting his lip.
In his dreams, he didn’t use the honorific, because she was already his.
"Why... are you in hyung’s phone?"
"Ah, I don't have your number," she replied. "Yoongi said to use his, since you'll answer him."
Well, yeah. Because Yoongi never called unless someone was dying or something equal to that.
"What's wrong?" He moved his phone to his left hand, wiping his sweaty palm on his sweatpants.
"Nothing." A wispy chuckle, almost like Yoongi's. "Nothing's wrong, Jungkook."
The inflection on his name made him gulp. Almost teasing. His right hand slid to his inner thigh.
"How's work?" she asked, making small talk calmly and without a lick of nervousness.
His fingers bunched in the thick gray fabric of his pants, trying to stop his palms sweating. "It's okay. Stressful sometimes. Deadlines and stuff," he mumbled.
"I'm sorry about that." Her tone became apologetic, soft. "I called to ask you a question."
"What is it?"
"Do you..." Barely the hint of a gasp at her words. "Know anything about professional photography?"
Jungkook's eyes widened. Was she asking...? His hand slid under the waistband of his sweatpants. He inhaled sharply as his fingertips touched his stiff cock, ignored for far too long, brushing against his hot, taut skin.
"I'm asking," she interrupted, voice as smooth as thick honey. Or butter, even. "Because you've been a longtime follower, busanboy97."
His breathing hitched at his username.
Jungkook did not, however, stop touching himself
"I... I'm sorry..."
She exhaled like a push of smoke straight into his ears. Jungkook moaned. He couldn't help it. He grasped his cock and shoved his pants down, panting into his phone, praying Yoongi couldn't hear him.
"Why are you sorry?" she murmured soothingly. "I send those pictures to you, so you can see them, Jungkook."
And then he heard it. Wet skin being teased, played with. His hand was already moving up and down, lower lip caught in his teeth, moaning low in his throat, desire and want and guilt.
"Are you touching yourself?" she asked, sweet and alluring.
He whimpered an affirmation. "I'm sorry, I can't help it," he rambled, pushing his head back in his gaming chair, rocking his hips into his hand. "I'm so sorry, noona, I know you're Yoongi-hyung's, I don't want to break you guys up, I'm sorry, but I want you, I want you, I want you.” His voice thinned into a whine as his hand massaged his rock-hard cock. It felt so good. It felt so sinfully good, touching himself with her voice in his ear. “I'm so sorry..."
She shushed him. Her shallow breathing became needy. The wet sounds in his ear became louder, noisier. Something being slid in and out. Jungkook closed his eyes, imagining her body he had seen so many times before, legs spread open, fingers buried deep into her soaking core, mouth open. Wishing it could be his hands on her curves, wishing he could replace her hand with his cock, wishing he could be the reason she was moaning. He knew it was wrong, but how could it be wrong if she was right here, right here in his ear, whispering his name, nudging him to keep going. There was a sucking sound and a shuddering moan left her lips.
And then he heard a low, familiar hum.
A hum that wasn’t hers.
Jungkook swallowed tightly.
And then he realized that the sounds he was hearing was a mouth on her clit, sucking and licking as she hissed in pleasure. For some reason, his hand wasn’t stopping. It kept going, gripping tighter, pre-cum leaking down his fingers. A loud sucking noise and she cried out in his ear. He heard wood snapping against the floor, the sharp sound of a chair scraping.
“Lower the phone,” Jungkook whispered. His voice surprised him, deep and commanding. “Put the phone next to his mouth.”
He was in no place to give orders, but he just had to, hearing the desperation in her moans as she chased her orgasm.
She chuckled at him.
And then the sounds became louder, more intense. He could hear it all, Yoongi’s tongue in her folds, drinking her juices, her clit being assaulted by the deft work of an expert mouth, paired with her whimpers of lust as she climbed to her peak.
“Fuck.” He was nearing his end too, cock throbbing in his hand, the head a dark red, stroking himself even faster. “That’s so fucking hot.”
The phone was lifted back to her heavy breaths, chucking softly. “Promise you’ll come over and take pictures of me, Jungkook?”
“I promise, fuck yes.”
“Then cum with me, hm?” Her words were a spell, enchanting him closer and closer to his orgasm. “Cum all over those sexy hands of yours, onto those beautiful thighs. Drip onto the floor, be messy for noona.”
He whined, squeezing his eyes shut, seeing her pretty face above him, ram’s horns framing her head and hair, eyes on him, watching him. Her name floating off his tongue, no honorifics, dreaming she was his, growling into the mic.
“A-Ah, I wish you were here, watching…” he murmured. “Gonna cum for you.”
Her moans hiked. Sounds more uninhibited now, dirtier, yearning.
“J-Jungkook, come on… So close, so, close…”
He imagined her hand tangled in Yoongi’s hair, her hips humping his face.
“Cum for me, right now.”
“Mmm, Jungkook!”
His name punctuated by his own groan as he came with so much force that it actually shot out and hit the floor in long white streaks, soaking into his sweatpants and dribbling onto his hand. He heard her whimper, chair creaking as her hips squirmed, her orgasm being sucked out of her pussy. He heard a satisfied sigh, the soft kisses up her chest, the possessive whisper of her name.
“Yoongi…” she panted.
Jungkook’s chest was heaving, entire body racked with the aftershocks of his pent-up orgasm and shivering with fear as he heard his hyung’s rasp assault his ear.
“Don’t break your promise,” Yoongi snarled.
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GENRE: angst, fluff… that’s it really, oh! Reader and Jungkook are married <33 and and bam is in this <333
SUMMARY: Jungkook had forgotten about your 5th wedding anniversary.
PAIRING: Jeon Jungkook X Reader
WARNINGS/RATING: cursing, mentions of cheating (mentions of sleeping with someone else-), major death, mentions of drunk driving, small mention of blood | PG 12
NOTES: hi :)) enjoy :)))) (not very well edited so please excuse any mistakes!!)
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“I honestly don’t know why you’re so worked up over this!”
It was a perfect day, up until now. He enjoyed his day at work more than usual, because you didn’t have to go into work, for a reason he can’t remember, you were able to call him during his lunch break. It was great! You had laughed at all of the jokes he had told, and blushed such a pretty colour when he had winked and used an awful pickup line.
And then… he had to stay late. But that was alright, Jungkook was fine with staying a little bit later. The only problem was, he forgot to text you and tell you. You were at home, making his favourite meal. You had told them that over FaceTime, with the most gorgeous smile on your lips, eyes sparkling. You seemed really excited, and Jungkook couldn’t figure out why.
And then… he had to stay late. But that was alright, Jungkook was fine with staying a little bit later. The only problem was, he forgot to text you and tell you. You were at home, making his favourite meal. You had told them that over FaceTime, with the most gorgeous smile on your lips, eyes sparkling. You seemed really excited, and Jungkook couldn’t figure out why.
Until he realised.
It was your 5th wedding anniversary together.
Jungkook had forgotten about your 5th wedding anniversary.
How he had forgotten about the best day of his life, he doesn’t know. It just kind of floated from his memory, as bad as it may sound. Jungkook even had a gift for you! It was hidden underneath the bed, a beautiful golden necklace that shimmered and sparkled in the light, embedded with dazzlingly diamonds and on the back, your first name, and your last name. Jungkook’s last name.
It doesn’t dawn on him until it’s too late. He’s getting ready to leave, it’s nearing one in the morning, and the sun is well down by now, the moon taking its place as a light shining down onto the path. He walks home, leisurely, taking in the cool air with a smile, enjoying the feeling of the freshness stinging his cheeks. He almost skips down the path on his way home to you, eyes in the shape of hearts.
He doesn’t hear the noises his phone makes as he gets an onslaught of notifications, his mobile device stuffed to the bottom of his bag.
And then once he opens the door, getting ready for a warm hug and maybe even a little kiss, eyes gentle and soft as he takes in your face. Your… scowling face…?
You have your arms crossed on front of you, guarding yourself. Your face is set in a frown, lips down turned, eyes dark and brows furrowed. You’re staring right at him, right through him, with that venomous look. Jungkook takes a step towards you, maybe you’re only playing, but no, you shift the slightest bit away, still standing your ground with a glare.
That irks Jungkook, a little bit. His lips jut out softly, and he can hear Bam’s nails scrap across the wooden floor, but all he does is absentmindedly run behind his ear, his eyes on you the whole time.
Jungkook is tired, and stressed, and confused, so you can’t really blame him when he ends up making a situation escalate so quickly, with just a few wrong words.
“What’s your problem?”
And that’s sets it off.
“My problem?”, you scoff, and Jungkook can see clearly now the stress on your face, “I was worried sick about you! You didn’t think to call or text me while you were gone.. Four hours later than you’re usually gone?! I thought you were dead, I called and texted you like a hundred times, and you didn’t so much as read them!”
Jungkook’s brows lower even further, and Bam seems to notice the hostile energy, scurrying off quickly, gangly legs sliding all over the place. Everything is moving so fast, and your voice is so loud and high pitched, and it’s ringing in Jungkook’s ears, and he’s so tired, and he doesn’t have time to even think about what he’s saying-
“Okay, so I was gone a little while longer, so what?”, Jungkook says, with an edge in his voice, eyebrows pinched and forehead wrinkled with lines indicating stress, “I’m obviously not dead, I’m here now, so why the fuck bring it up?”
Now that… that really seems to bother you. Jungkook relished in hitting a nerve, a smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth.
“Okay then, fine”, you say with a resigned sign, and you sound tired, but Jungkook knows better than that. Your eyes are sharp, and he can almost see the gears and cogs turning in your head, your lips ready to spit fire. “But that still doesn’t explain why you couldn’t have just text me to tell me that you were alright. That maybe I shouldn’t put on your favourite meal yet. That maybe, you could reassure me that you weren’t sleeping with someone else, while I was here, working hard to make this night perfect. I don’t know what you were doing, but hey, that doesn’t matter, you’re here now, let’s kiss and make up, like a perfect couple should.
The last sentence is said with such sarcasm, that Jungkook is sure that if he were to kiss you (stop thinking about kissing, stop looking at their lips, stop-), he could probably taste it.
But that… was sore. How could you think that of him. Jungkook doesn’t let the hurt show in his eyes, even though maybe he should. Maybe he should stop this before it really gets out of hand.
“I honestly don’t know why you’re so worked up over this!”
And when Jungkook says it, he doesn’t believe himself. He knows why you’re so worked up about this, because it’s not the first time it’s happened. But it’s the first time you hadn’t just brushed it under the rug and carried on without asking twice. Jungkook knows that he would be beyond annoyed too, if you did that to him. He understands, but there’s something burning in him, in his chest, and it’s keeping the right words from coming out.
“Because it’s happened too many times before, and you’ve gotten away with it without me demanding an explanation, which I should have asked for the first time it happened!”, you shriek, and your voice just seems to be getting louder and louder, and more squeaky. Your eyes are big and glassy, your nose a rosy red, but you’re trying not to show it, eyes defiant and voice determined. “It’s our anniversary night, and I wanted to do something nice… but when you come in here with that face on you, with that attitude, it’s hard to ignore and not say anything about, y’know? When you arrive four hours late, might I add.”
You sigh and carry on, rubbing your forehead with shuddering shoulders.
“I just… I don’t know whether I can even trust you anymore, Jungkook. Not when you’re out for hours with any explanation, and when you get so defensive when I ask where you’ve been…”
His head is so sore, and his ears are ringing, and your voice is just so bitchy and annoying right now, that he can’t deal with it. Trust? What has this got anything to do about trust? Why do you always have to go on and on about stuff.
Maybe if Jungkook had just taken a minute to cool down, he would’ve seen how irrational he was being. How unfair and harsh he was.
He knows he won’t be able to deal with your tears if you do sit down and talk it out, he can’t deal with any of this at the moment. He just needs to sleep, and some peace and quiet, silence.
That sounded really nice. Just silence. Nothing but him, lying in a cool bed, with the window open and the cold night air flowing freely in. That sounded lovely…
And he doesn’t even notice that he replies to you, his mouth just moves on it’s on, while his brain is off in a different dimension.
“Fuck off then, don’t trust me. I don’t need to listen to your bitchin’, I never want to see you again.”
He doesn’t even register the door slamming.
Jungkook flops down onto his bed, his nice cool bed. He savours the amount of room he has, all to himself. It’s nice.
Jungkook falls asleep in an instant, to silence. Lovely silence, that envelops him and keeps him calm and cool.
His phone rings.
It blares loudly, and Jungkook snaps awake, eyes blinking rapidly as his phone buzzes beside him. He picks it up clumsily, pressing the bright green button, eyes squinting.
“What the fuck Jungkook??! O-oh my god, I-I can’t believe-”
“Wha?”, Jungkook slurs, voice groggy with sleep as he rubs his eyes. He recognises Taehyung’s voice.
“Y-you- I fucking hate you, what the fuck were you thinking, I-I can’t deal with this, fuh-fuck y-you-”
Taehyung breaks down into sobs, and Jungkook is suddenly wide awake, speaking into the phone. His heart drops to the pit of his stomach, heavy. He has a bad feeling about this. He’s ignored, and he heard murmurs of comfort towards Taehyung, and then the phone is passed to someone else.
“Jungkook?”, it’s Namjoon, with a slightly less shaky voice.
“Yes? Hello? What the fuck is going on?!”
“It’s Y/N”
Jungkook’s mouth goes dry. He licks his lips, and tears spring to his eyes before he even knows what happening. He searches around for his jeans, in case he needs to go anywhere.
“There’s no point now”, Namjoon says, and he must’ve heard Jungkook looking around for his clothes. His voice is deep and solemn, and it cracks with sadness every few words he speaks. Jungkook’s throat closes up.
“There was a drunk driver”, Namjoon starts, and slow tears cascade down Jungkook’s cheeks. He bites his fist to keep in the sobs, and his heart pounds against his rib cage. It hurts, and Jungkook knows he deserves it. “He, um, h-hit them. We’ve been trying to call you for ages, bud, they’re not, em, they’re not looking too good, o-okay?”
Jungkook bubbles with rage, regret and grief all at once.
“Okay?! Of course it’s not fuckin’ okay?! Where the fuck are you, where are they?!-”
“-what hospital are you at?! I need to see th-”
“I need to make sure they’re okay!-”
“Jungkook”, Namjoon says, and this time Jungkook doesn’t interrupts. He heaves big breathes, in and out.
“They’re gone, bud. I’m s-sorry, Jungkook, but it’s- it’s too late.”
In and out.
In and o-out.
I-i-i-n a-nd o-out-
It doesn’t work.
Jungkook breaks down, sobbing until his throat is sore, until it’s raw and throbbing. Namjoon tried to comfort him, but Jungkook can’t take it anymore. He hurls the phone against the wall, and it hits a picture frame off of the wall. Your wedding photo.
Your smiling faces go crashing to the ground, almost in slow motion. The glass cracks, as Jungkook crawls forward to cradle the pieces between his hands, letting the glass tear his skin open, watching his red blood drip and stain the red carpet below him.
Your beautiful face beams up at him from the photograph, forever captured there.
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Angel Baby | jjk
-Jungkook x reader: friends to lovers? hehe, fluff, angst, (there’s going to be a part two so leaving it ambiguous for now) but yeah, they’ve been friends for awhile now
-Word Count: 1.5k+
-Warning: none really, just some slight angst; reader has nightmare about an upsetting event but i purposefully left out what that event was bc 1) I didn’t feel like writing it and making the fic too dark/sad and 2) to make it more inclusive, so feel free to imagine whatever you want for that part (but just know that jungkook is here to comfort you)
-Summary: You call Jungkook in a time of need.
-Author’s note: there will be a second part to this fic, so I hope you enjoy part 1! as always my inbox is open if anyone needs someone to reach out to. Hope you all are doing well <3
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You sigh as you sit up in bed. Your head is pounding and sweat is dripping down your temple. You bring your quivering hands up to massage your head, tongue licking your lips as you still feel frightened by your dream.
You shakily unwrap the blanket form your legs, getting out of bed to go to the bathroom. Staring at yourself in the mirror, your hands grip the countertop, white permeating your knuckles. You shake your head, as you wash your face, needing to feel clean once again. You also brush your teeth again, the scent of mint calming you and your racing heart.
You tuck yourself back in bed, still feeling anxious. It happened months ago; you think. Why am I still thinking about it? Why do I still feel this way?
You lay back against your soft pillows, staring up at the ceiling. You took another dose of melatonin pills, hoping that they will help you drift off to sleep once again. Hoping that you won’t wake up until well into the morning. Hoping that you will feel safe and at peace to sleep through the night.
You sigh and glance at the time on your phone. 1:36am it reads. Is it too late to call him? Would he even pick up?
You don’t see yourself falling asleep anytime soon, so you search through your recent calls, his name always being near the top, and call him.
You anticipate him picking up the phone, the sound of it ringing through your ear.
Just as your about to accept that he isn’t going to pick up, you hear him groggily say, “Hello?”
You immediately feel relieved at the sound of his voice, the tension leaving your shoulders and jaw, your muscles relaxing.
“Jungkook,” you breathe out. Not knowing what else to say except his name, you call out to him. Your voice is somewhat shaky, and he picks up on this right away. You can’t see him, but he instantly sits upright in bed, worry seeping through him.
“Is everything alright y/n?” Are you hurt? What’s wrong?” His words tumble out of him, one after the other, leaving no breathe of air between them.
You sigh once again that night, “Yeah I’m fine, I just had another nightmare.”
Jungkook starts to puzzle everything together. He knows what you frequently have nightmares about, and he subconsciously grips his cell phone tighter as he hears your stressed voice speaking through the phone.
“I’ll be right over,” he declares. He leaves no room for you to protest because he hangs up, leaving you staring at your blank screen.
This has you scrambling around your room. You didn’t expect him to come over tonight, not right away at least. He lives about 15 minutes away, so you have enough time to take a quick shower and clean your room a bit before you hear a small knock on your door.
You check your messages and see that Jungkook texted you saying that he’s here. You pad over to your door, socks sliding against the wood floors, making no sound.
You ease the door open peaking out to make sure that it’s really Jungkook. Once you see him, his black hair, black shirt, black pants, and his signature black combat boots, you open the door all the way.
You look up at him, eyes glossy and puffy, a sign that you aren’t faring well. He looks down at you with empathy written all over his face before he exhales out, “Are you ok?”
You know that feeling when someone asks if you’re ok? That feeling of the dam breaking, causing you to crumble in their presence because they asked you the silly question of “are you ok?” That three worded question that has your emotions breaking, not able to hold them in any longer.
That’s what you feel as Jungkook stands before you, asking this very question.
You’re still gripping the door as you look up at him, your walls slowly cracking, bearing yourself to him. Once you start to sniffle, tears threatening to fall from your lashes, he steps towards you.
“Hey, hey. It’s ok. You’re alright, I’m here.” He steps towards you and wraps you up in his arms. You’re tucked under his chin, and he rocks you both back and forth, trying to soak up your pain. He would do anything to make you feel better, to make you not hurt again, but he knows it’s not that simple.
His familiar scent causes you to sigh, calming you down. He starts moving to gently push you both back into your apartment, the door shutting behind you.
He’s still hugging you, and he brings a hand up to rub your head as you continue to sniffle against his chest.
You try to get out of his hold, feeling slightly embarrassed that he’s seeing you like this, but he doesn’t allow it. He holds you in his arms for a bit longer before he pulls back to examine you.
“Do you want to talk about it?” He asks quietly, afraid that if he raises his voice too much, he’ll scare you away.
You shake your head, “You already know what it was about, I just want to be with you right now.” He hums at your statement and pulls you back into his warm embrace.
You stay like this for who knows how long, but long enough for you to start to feel better, to start to feel safe again.
You pull away, once again looking up at him. He brings up a hand to cup your face. “Can you stay over?” you ask, hoping that he’ll say yes.
“Of course, baby.” He doesn’t even realize the term of endearment that slips through his lips (only because you are his baby). But you do, and it makes your heart flicker. He leans down to place a kiss against your forehead, his lips lingering on you longer than they should.
He pulls away, both of his hands are now cupping your face. You bring your hands up to rub up and down his forearms. The feeling of him underneath your fingertips alleviating your worries.
His eyes crinkle as he smiles tenderly down at you, softening as they hold contact with yours. You look back up at him, examining his face. You notice the creases near his eyes as he smiles, the small freckle on his nose and beneath his lip, the scar on his cheek, his big, round eyes that seem to hold the night sky in them. Everything. You notice everything and anything about the boy standing before you. In fact, you always have. As long as you’ve known Jungkook, you’ve always known every part of him. He left you no part of himself to question, always bearing to you his honest self. And you’ve done the same. Maybe that’s why you found yourself calling him at 1:30 in the morning on a weekday, you knew he would come. You knew he would be there for you in every aspect you needed. If you could stay like this forever with him, you would.
Knowing that you can’t in fact stay like this forever, you hear him say “Let’s go to bed, yeah?” You nod in response, dropping your hands from him as he does the same. But as you turn away, you grasp his hand in yours to lead him to your room. He gladly accepts your hold, allowing you to lead him to wherever you need.
He takes off his jacket and shoes once you reach your room, now all he’s in are his sweatpants and a t-shirt. You yourself are in an oversize t shirt, one that you’re pretty certain is Jungkook’s (it is his). You wonder if he notices (he does).
You climb back into bed, but this time you leave a space for Jungkook to fill. A space that you’ve been saving for someone, someone like him.
As he lays down next to you, you find yourself staring back up at the ceiling. Although this time, you feel sleep start to crawl up through your bones, taking place within you as you finally feel at peace with Jungkook by your side.
You sigh out, and Jungkook turns towards you.
You turn towards him, and smile. “Good night Jungkook.”
“Good night y/n.”
He pulls you into his chest, so your head rests over his heart. He wraps his toned arms around you and kisses the top of your head, feeling you relax against him. He feels much better now that you’re in his arms, feeling better now that you’re with him.
You find yourself falling asleep quicker than usual that night, no doubt that it was Jungkook’s doing.
When you wake up the next morning, you find that he’s still with you, holding onto you tightly as if he’d never let go.
Part 2? Ok yes there’s going to be a second part lol (that includes smut), I just felt like it wouldn’t have fit into this part that well. Hope you enjoyed!
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lolabangtan · 20 hours ago
STAY | 04
‘Dating’ Jungkook and staying true to yourself is proving to be harder than you first thought; it feels like you’re expected to be something you haven’t in a long time. The weirdest thing of all is that the source of your misery also seems to be the only person you feel at ease with.
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Word count: 9k
Warnings: mentions of depression, anxiety attack.
# car washing, physical contact, forced proximity, jealousy and possessiveness, kisses, Kookie gets sick 🥺 some fluff if you squint hard enough.
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“I just—! God, I can’t believe it. You and Jungkook, together, dating each other.”
“Yeah,” you say with a chuckle, “that’s pretty much the whole deal… Are you that surprised? I had a feeling you thought we were a match made in heaven.”
Ari lets out a chuckle. “And you are.”
She arrived five minutes ago, at least – almost as soon as Jungkook stepped out of the flat, twiddling his keys as he jogged down the steps after overhearing your conversation and knowing that he’d run into Ari if he rode the lift. Ari asked about him, but she wasn’t exactly sad he wasn’t around; she wanted to squeeze all the information out of you.
“And, um, how did it happen? We didn’t have the time to talk yesterday.”
You didn’t, that’s true; the ride back home was uncomfortable, but not as in ‘tense’ uncomfortable – rather, everyone had too much in their minds to say anything, and now that you think about it, perhaps it was only you and Jungkook who felt the atmosphere odd.
Then you two said goodbye and got into your flat.
“What do you mean, ‘how did it happen’?” you say for the sole purpose of teasing her. “Don’t you know how these things usually come about?”
“You’re impossible,” she finally lets out with a defeated laugh.
“Well…” You recall what you and Jungkook agreed as ‘your story’ and try to tell it as casually as possible, “I must admit that it all happened rather reluctantly; you should have seen us the first week, we wouldn’t stop arguing for the stupidest reason. But I guess familiarity breeds… appreciation, so it didn’t take us long to start seeing the good things in each other.”
Ari smiles like a little girl who’s been offered a sweet, giggly and excited. “So dreamy—! Tell me, what do you like most about him? Because I can easily figure out what he likes most about you—”
You don’t quite get the last thing – since she just lets it out under her breath, whispered almost – and laugh awkwardly. What could you like most about Jungkook, you wonder? Surely there must be something about him you could like.
Then it sparks in your brain, and you say without realising, “He’s so cute— I mean,” you blurt out, suddenly embarrassed, “he is kind of cute. When he sits down like that, you know, on his knees, or when he gets nervous and nibbles his lip. He usually does that when he’s done something kind to me. Otherwise, Jungkook is pretty much a pain in the ass— a, uh, pain in the ass I’ve come to fall for,” you try to explain.
Ari nods at your words, smiling as soon as you look away to your phone.
“Jungkook is a good catch,” she continues then. “Anyway, are you nervous about tomorrow?”
You look up from your Instagram feed, surprised by her question. “Uh, what’s going on tomorrow? Sorry, I don’t remember—”
“Well…! It’ll be your first time properly dating since you broke up with Kim Seokjin, worldwide handsome and captain of the famous swimming team – people will be curious to see you’ve come out of your shell.” Ugh, you know she means good, but just the wording alone makes you cringe. “Jeon Jungkook and Min Y/N, officially dating— the whole campus will go crazy. Are you ready to face something like that again?”
“Why should we ‘go official? I’m not the bloody queen,” you insist.
Ari makes a face, trying to come up with a reasonable argument. Not even she knows why you should do it, but the thing is, you have to. Secret relationships don’t work well around campus, at least not when it comes to two people like you.
“I mean, we already know, so isn’t it rather inconvenient to keep hiding from everyone else? You could act naturally, like a normal couple, if you did.”
You continue your conversation as you head to your room and come back with your at-home pedicure kit. With a smirk, Ari wiggles her eyebrows – it was a gift from her, after all. You’d hate to consider yourself swallow or vane, but you kinda are, so what’d be the point of lying about it? You like having pretty feet, it’s like an investment; you never know when you might need even more quick cash for, well, a leak in the ceiling or something.
Thing is, you love getting feet massages, okay? There are worse things in the world.
After picking a colour between the two of you, Ari carries on with her explanation on why it would be good to announce to the world that you are dating Jeon Jungkook. Had you been a little less absorbed in your pedicure, you would have totally suspected something, but you don’t.
“You’re a normal couple,” she continues, “aren’t you? Two normal people in a normal relationship. I can’t see why you wouldn’t want the entire world to know.”
“Um, you’re right about that…”
“Huh, of course I am—! Well, I’d better get going,” Ari says then, rising from the couch and looking around for her purse. “I’m meeting Jimin at this new restaurant in town in half an hour, and my Uber is five minutes away.”
You arch your eyebrows, now working on your other foot. “A candlelight dinner— on a Sunday? What’s the occasion?”
“Nothing, we just like to give in to romance and profligacy from time to time,” she replies, chuckling, hands holding her chin and eyes not leaving yours. She’s examining your reaction. “Jungkook doesn’t have any plans for today, so you might as well keep him company or something.”
“Of course, plan’s a movie and some sloppy make out,” you scoff.
“Good. Keep your man happy.”
You chuckle at her words and watch her leave, the lift engulfing her as the entrance door slowly closes by its own weight.
Since you told Jungkook that Ari wouldn’t stay around for longer than a couple of hours, it doesn’t take him long to come back home, done with his late jogging session. The second he steps into the flat, though, before he even says a word to you, he heads to the bathroom and takes a quick shower while you go to the kitchen to prepare a snack.
“Do you need to be doing that on our couch?”
He’s back in the living room, standing in front of you and rubbing his hair dry with a towel.
“Um, yeah,” you hum in response, not paying much attention to him.
While you’re at it, your phone buzzes next to your heel, and you have to stretch your arm to get it; it’s a reply from Hoseok, whom you had texted hours before. He had texted you to reprimand you for letting him and your brother find out about your relationship from third parties.
[Sunday, 9:31 PM] In-law🕺🐿️: It’s a pity I missed it, though 😔
[Sunday, 9:33 PM] You: That’s what you get for fooling around and face timing Yoongi-oppa even though you’re texting and calling each other all week 🤷 If you had come to see me, you would’ve witnessed it.
[Sunday, 9:36 PM] In-law🕺🐿️: Don’t slut-shame me 😭😭
“Who’s that?”
Jungkook voice startles you as he sits down on the couch, right next to you. He tries to peep at your phone, but you pull it away from his prying eyes with a scowl.
“It’s Hobi-oppa,” you say then.
“In-law…? Ah, yeah, I remember, Hoseok-hyung is dating your brother…” Jungkook stares at you for a second, and you can’t decipher his gaze. “How did you save my number?”
Your silence makes him frown, and he tries to reach for your phone, which you quickly pull away even farther from him. No, you won’t let him see it – you’ve been really happy and content with Jungkook’s good behaviour since yesterday, and you don’t want it to stop just yet.
“Uh— why can’t I see?” he whines and tries to grab it. “Let me see! What did you write? ‘Stupid Jeon’ or something?’”
Oh, no. It’s worse than that.
In the blink of an eye, he takes out his phone, types something inhumanly quickly, and turns to you again, your phone buzzing only seconds later. He’s already grabbing it, you couldn’t grapple much without ruining and smudging the nail polish, and the screen turns on to display the latest test you’ve got.
[Sunday, 9:49 PM] Do not answer: Afldfksf.
“You really are something else, ugh.”
You frown at Jungkook, trying to figure out why he’s hurt. “What? You weren’t supposed to see it, it’s private! What’s my contact’s name on your phone, uh? Come on, show me!” And so he does.
‘Min Y/N’, you read on the screen.
“Um, okay— but that means nothing!” you blurt out. Jungkook arches an eyebrow at you, wondering how much stupider your excuses can get – even if he has actually changed it from ‘hot old hag’ in the last second. “I have the right to add you on my phone by whatever name I want. Any problem with that, Jeon?”
But he only chuckles at your ridiculous barrage of words.
“I’m just saying, I don’t know, imagine someone’s looking at the screen as you get a text from me. Wouldn’t it be suspicious to have your dear boyfriend added as ‘do not answer?”
Besides, it’s not like he has ever called you. He barely texts you either, so you have no right to act as if Jungkook spends all day pestering you with texts or unwanted calls. Who do you think you are? He doesn’t care about you that much either. He doesn’t give a fuck about it, actually, he doesn’t give a fuck about you. You may save his number as ‘🤪Pain in the ass🤪’ or something like that as far as he’s concerned.
“Anyway, I’m hitting the sack now, goodnight.”
You look away from your phone and see him “Goodnight— ah, we’ve got Mr Choi first thing tomorrow.”
“Again?” Jungkook whines. “Is that man ever going to retire or something?”
“I don’t think he’ll retire in the middle of the year, honestly. Anyway, we’ll have to get to school together tomorrow. What are your plans?”
“My plans? About what?”
“About whether we’ll be a couple in the eyes of the public too. I was talking to Ari about it today, and she seemed surprised when I told her we weren’t planning to ‘announce’ it.”
Shit, you’ve never talked about that, he now realises; if your friends already know, as Ari said, there is really no reason why you shouldn’t just act like a normal couple. But is he ready— that is, is he willing to put up with the torture of pretending to be your boyfriend all the time around campus? When he’s with the team, when he runs into a classmate, even when he’s in class.
“Ugh, whatever you say. I’m tired. Goodnight,” he mumbles before locking himself in his room.
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“Come on! Can’t you run faster?”
You’re trying to keep up with Jungkook’s strides as he crosses the building’s halls like a flash of lightning. Stressing the word ‘trying’, which he apparently doesn’t understand.
“We’re fifteen minutes late already!” you cry, out of breath. “Give it up! He’s not gonna let us in.”
Seeing you’re stalling him on his race, Jungkook grabs your arm and drags you up the stairs. This is it; your lung is going to pop out at any moment. It’s been a good, well, a decent life. You hope Yoongi and your parents know you love them.
“Shit— give me a second,” you manage to cough out.
You’ve reached the classroom entrance, fortunately. While you look pretty much on the brink of death, with your cheeks burning and sweat pooling on your chest, Jungkook is as fresh a daisy, arms crossed as he waits for you to get back your breath and put yourself together. With one last heavy puff, you nod at him.
Professor Choi is already explaining something on the board. “And these are the basic rules of— Mr Jeon,” he chirps sarcastically, actually pissed off, “late again. I see you dragged Ms Min along in your tardiness this time.”
“Sorry we’re late, sir.”
All eyes on you, this is the perfect time to do something – sitting together and saving you two seats, Ari and Jimin watch you expectantly.
Letting out a soft sigh, you whisper, “Come on.”
Jungkook’s eyes open wide when your hand grabs his and guides him down the steps. The grip is clumsy at first, you’re too nervous as you walk to your friends. Everyone keeps staring – even Mr Choi – nudges and whispers taking over the entire lecture hall. But then Jungkook snaps out of his mysterious mind trip and strengthens his fingers on your grip to follow you.
“What happened? You’re almost too late,” Ari asks in a whisper as they watch you squeeze between the seats.
You leave your backpack on the desk. “Jungkook rushed me out and we had to go back for my laptop.”
“It took you half an hour to shower!”
Mr Choi coughs loudly amidst one of his explanations, a gesture clearly aimed at you and your friends. As you cross your arms and get comfortable in the stiff seat, you notice how people turn around to take a look at you and Jungkook; some grin, excited, while others scowl at the missed opportunity or straight away raise their eyebrows in disbelief. In a way, the sudden attention is unpleasant, but not discouragingly so.
“Isn’t this just dreamy?” Ari chirps in a low voice, content and smiling. “It’s like a double date, but… educational!”
Jimin rolls his eyes at his girlfriend’s nonsense and sneakily holds her hand under the desk. Meanwhile, you and Jungkook exchange a knowing look. As the class continues, Professor Choi sneaks a glance or two at you, making you frown. What’s up with the old man today?
You nudge her. “Shut up, Mr Choi’s staring.”
If it were only the old professor, though – the entire class is still watching closely, and some even beckon at the two of you. Who are you, K.K? A damn celebrity and you haven’t noticed? Why does everyone care so much that Kim Seokjin’s pretty ex-girlfriend is going out with Jeon Jungkook?
Because you know that’s what they’re after; after the breakup of the year, love is reborn, the cycle repeats.
As if you’re a pair of idols thrown cluelessly on campus, the expectant quiet, mixed with glances, some playful and some bitter, and whispers of which the professor obviously takes notice, lasts throughout the entire hour. By the end of the lecture, Jungkook and you are so emotionally worn out that you can feel it in your bones.
“Okay, you’re all dismissed. Don’t forget that the paper due in a month must be twenty pages long.” With a tap on the computer, the man gets up from the chair. “And… well, that’s it. Be strong in this last week before Spring Break.”
Like a stampede, the herd of students rises from their seats a second later. Those who had already gathered their stuff rush out, and those who didn’t, hurry to get them.
A bunch of guys approach Jungkook, glance at you, ask him something you can’t make out. With a bashful shrug, he replies something – still intelligible – and watch them walk away while they don’t take their eyes off you. To top it off, a girl walks up to you and asks you if you are really going out with him, and when you say yes, she gives you a congratulatory thumbs up as if you’d won the lottery.
“What the hell do they want?” you ask Jungkook after he comes back to you. “They’re staring like vultures, giving me the chills—”
Ari comes up to you, catching you off guard, and whispers, “I think they want to see a kiss~”
Shit, you had completely forgotten how couples act in public. It’s all coming off as a surprise, and it pisses you off madly not to be prepared.
Trying not to act too awkward or stiff, you approach Jungkook and decide to act quickly; your heart beats painfully fast as you cup his cheek with one of your hands, and you lean into him for a kiss. You can almost hear everybody gasp and your friends practically groan in satisfaction. Like damn middle schoolers. This isn’t really the time or place to get dirty, though, so the kiss is rather chaste – a peck on the lips that morphs into a pair of lips rolling over each other, no tongue involved, and your fingers hooking Jungkook’s face almost painfully.
Victim of your jitters, your other hand, not knowing quite what to do, travels south to grope buttock. He yelps as he breaks the kiss, not expecting that sort of contact, and a little giggle spreads through the place.
“Uh— sorry,” you whisper, looking away.
“Mr Jeon, Ms Min,” Professor Choi suddenly calls, and silence takes over the room while the students who are still scattered around organise themselves to leave in silence, “come here for a moment, please— don’t worry, I won’t bite you.”
The mental image makes you cringe, but you go down the steps to his desk anyway. Ari and Jimin tell you that they’ll wait in the quad so that Taehyung won’t be by himself when he gets out of class.
“As you know, the university is preparing a fundraising campaign, and we’re always rather short on help…” Organising the papers on his desk, Mr Choi doesn’t look at you as he speaks, adding tension to the atmosphere. “So, I thought that maybe you’d like to lend a hand?” he finally asks, looking up with a sly smile. “I would be really grateful, and I might even forget the ruckus you’ve caused today, coming late and ruffling the rest of the students with your snogging.”
Jungkook frowns, a bit puzzled and too zoned out. “Uh, I don’t understand… What is it that you want us to do, sir?”
“Anything, precisely!” old Mr Choi chirps. “Get the swim team to find something to raise money with.”
On your way out, you get a barrage of texts from friends and not-so-friendly acquaintances, all of them wanting to know if it’s true ‘you’re dating Jeon Jungkook, the hot freshman from the swim team’! Jungkook has got a few of his own, but he refuses to show you for some reason.
You feel eyes all around you, lurking, watching, judging. They burn on your skin, are you going insane? Probably. But the eyes won’t leave, nor will their presence. They follow you down the corridor, and Jungkook doesn’t even realise, just notices that colour has drained from your face. Something crawls down your stomach at the same time, you need air, need to get out.
When the lump in your throat grows too big, you make a quick excuse to Jungkook and storm into the first loo you spot.
Empty stalls, thank God. You get into one of them and burst into tears, feeling the burn beneath your tongue as anxiety numbs anything else. The eyes, following you, turn into curious ears, and you try to cry as quietly as possible.
It’s just as if you’re becoming ‘someone’s girlfriend’ all over again. It happened with Seokjin, and now it’s happening with Jungkook – slowly but relentlessly, the few things you had figured out about being Min Y/N are vanishing. Once again, if you don’t know who you are, are you really anything at all?
His presence crushing you, hate is always a quicker way to impose oneself. With tender gestures and loving words, you don’t know how to be, well, you. You’ve forgotten already.
And you can’t trust Jungkook with this, not really. He hates you, bothers to remind you at every second of alone time you get. Even if you managed to bark back, fight your corner with him, are you sure you could win? It’s the usual for him, making you miserable and hurt your feelings, you have plenty of evidence to be sure he hates you just as much. Your body aches since your heart doesn’t get a second to catch your breath. The headache continues, worsens even.
Still, you have to put on a smile and pretend there’s nothing wrong, just like you’re used to.
Time travelling that gets under your skin.
Attention always brings judgement with it, and of that Jungkook gets plenty; it brings up the put-on pounds, the slightly worse grades, the gloomy face in the middle of a party, the lack of a smile on your face when it’s seven in the morning—
You were happy in your secluded corner, don’t wanna share it. Are a bunch of bucks worth it? But it’s too late now to go back.
Crying hasn’t solved anything, and you still feel like shit, but at least you’ve calmed down a bit – enough to slap your face twice and work up the courage to walk out of the stall, hoping no one heard you.
Jungkook is standing right behind the door.
You walk past him and hope your eyes don’t look puffy or red. “Uh, how long have you been there?”
“Just arrived.”
“Sorry about the, um, groping,” you stutter then, turning on the tap to wash up your face; “I didn’t know what you’re comfortable with, and I got nervous.”
“Don’t worry, already forgotten,” Jungkook says softly.
You take a look through the door to the almost empty halls. “We might as well talk it out now that there’s no one around… So, do you often show physical affection with your partners in public? I’m rather reserved, compared to Ari and Jimin, at least. But holding hands, little kisses, an arm over the shoulder and around the hip – I’m fine with all that,” you finish, signalling the number with your fingers.
Now that you think of it, you’ve never heard of any of Jungkook’s partners. Actually, you don’t think you’ve ever heard any sort of gossip involving him with anyone besides the usual drunken make-out at the party on duty. He might have never been in a relationship.
You’ve always attributed it to his reputation as a campus fuckboy. Knowing the history of Jimin and Taehyung, who have got in pretty much everyone’s pants – and Jimin got outdone only because he agreed to the semi-monogamy of dating Ari – it didn’t come across as weird that, after his nerd-to-fuckboy transformation, he’d adapt.
When in Rome, well—
But Jungkook’s popularity relies more on what’s been said, presumed, and assumed judging by his looks… Because honestly, who’d be chaste looking like that?
Snapping you out of your thoughts, Jungkook’s voice doesn’t come out too strong. “I, uh— I’ve been with a lot of people, yeah, but… Nothing serious. No cheesy stuff in public, you know. That’s not my style.”
And if there’s something he’d hate, that’d be to let you know certain things about him that are not entirely true.
“So, you don’t do romance.”
He shakes his head and tries to hold onto the counter. “Mmh, I don’t.”
So far, you agree on most things: kisses, yes, but the Messrs Hands stay home when business goes beneath the waist – looking at you, Y/N. Holding hands is easy; a bit cheesy, as Jungkook points out with a soft blush, but easy nonetheless; cuddling when you’re chilling, or putting causally an arm around the other’s shoulders or waist are okay too, but never when the situation is tense. No marking-your-territory bullshit. Jungkook seems to agree with you, although it looks like he’s grieving a great chance to tease you in public.
You take a deep breath before heading out of the loo. “We can only try to look as natural as possible.”
“Three months,” Jungkook says.
“Three months— and more than two hundred bucks.”
Your friends are already waiting on the grass when you cross to the middle of the quad. Handing you your coffee, Ari lowers her sunglasses a bit and stares at Jungkook, sat down behind you.
It’s a matter of getting used to it. Three months. More than two hundred bucks, you remind yourself as you scoot back between his legs. He flinches at the unexpected contact but soon relaxes under your touch, and you must admit he’s comfortable to lean back on.
The conversation comes back and forth, topic changes continuously, but you’re getting a tad too comfy on Jungkook’s chest, slurping your coffee and absorbing the sunlight that has finally started to be a bit more common. Birds chirping in the background, the students have fun along with them. Your coffee is still cold, the ice not yet completely melted. Why are you so suddenly calm—?
You were having a mental breakdown in a bathroom stall fifteen minutes ago.
But, in a way, the warm contact feels nice. Jungkook is very cosy, for that matter. And, in addition to that, you know he won’t be mean to you when you’re in public, which, honestly, rids you of a huge load of anxiety.
“What did Mr Choi tell you, by the way?” Ari asks, sipping her drink. “Got the entire class on edge.”
You peel your eyes open, dreading the sun. With a chuckle, Jungkook stretches his neck to cover you from it, and the two of you stare at each other for a second. Moved by instinct, who knows, you put your hand on his nape and gently pull him down for a kiss.
“The old man wants the club to raise money for the university,” you say so casually, almost like you two aren’t trembling. “Join that campaign the professors were pestering us with last weak.”
“I can’t believe we’ll have to drag the club into this,” Jimin whines. “We’d better tell Namjoon-hyung. And, since it was your” – he points at the two of you – “little scene what caused all that mess, you’ll deal with him. And with whatever we’re doing for the fundraiser campaign.”
You feel Jungkook’s arms wrap around you. “Hm, yeah, we’ll have to— noona?”
He looks down at you just to see you dozing off, your body succumbing to so much weariness in such a short time. He tries to help it – he really does – but a small smile comes to his lips, and Jungkook brushes a strand of hair out of your face that’s vexingly tickling your nose. You scrunch it, looking adorable – um, who said that? – and go back to your short nap.
Having seen it all, Taehyung almost turns to Jimin so that he won’t miss the scene, but he’s able to fight the urge.
More than half an hour passes by, and Jungkook checks the time. “Noona, don’t you have another class now?”
“Ugh” – with a groan, you get off his lap and take a look at your phone – “yes, across campus. Better get going.” As you stand up, Jungkook gets off the ground with you. “Don’t you have a lecture in the same hall?”
Jimin nods. “We can walk you to your class if you want.”
You accept their offering and finally set off for the far away building, leaving Ari and Taehyung alone in the quad. It takes you a good quarter of an hour to get there, having to cross all the way through campus. As you stop in front of the door of your class, Jimin, who’s just got a text, walks away and leaves you alone with Jungkook.
Awkwardly, he puts his hands in his pockets and looks down to the floor.
Okay, what would you do if you were actually going out with him? You’ve forgotten pretty much everything you used to do with Seokjin, so you try to picture him as such, rid your mind of any bad blood. For a second, Jungkook is your sweet boyfriend who walked you to your class and is waiting for a see-you-later kiss. A soft peck on the lips, full of eagerness to see each other again, arms prickling and longing for a hug.
“Uh, I’ll pick you up at four?” he mutters. “The coach cancelled today’s training session – pool’s closed, chemistry accident.”
You nod, neck stiff and heart beating fast. But you manage to muster some courage, you’re in public, people watching. Jimin doesn’t take his eyes off of you two as he speaks through the phone.
“Sure, see you later.” And you give him a peck on the lips, to which Jungkook reacts going somewhat still and clutching the strap of his backpack.
As you wave your hand and walk into the classroom, you watch them leave; with a teasing cackle, Jimin nudges the boy, pokes fun at him for whatever reason. You just roll your eyes without giving it much importance.
The rest of the day comes about pretty much in the same way – boring lectures, projects and papers due after the holidays, and gossip, gossip, gossip.
Chaeyoung, from your Psychology class, approached you during lunchtime to know all the details about it. She’s nice, so you told her the same thing you told everyone; car broke down, pocket empty, Jungkook homeless, and puff, love was born. It was inevitable.
Roughly after four, once your last class of the day finished and you were dismissed, you texted Jungkook to see if he was done for the day too. He drove you home, and the two of you spent the afternoon away from each other, revelling in the oh so sought privacy.
The first time you bump into each other is in the kitchen after you venture out for a coffee; you’re talking to Ari on the phone in the middle of a fashion crisis.
“I need to go shopping; I ordered a bunch of bikinis the other day, but none of the tops fit. My tits spill out all the time.”
Fumbling in the cupboard next to you, Jungkook glances at you, and he can’t stop his eyes from going a bit further down, to your cleavage and the necklace of your loose tank top, arms bare cutely as your cardigan has slid down your shoulders; he then remembers that time you came out of the bathroom wearing only a towel around your wet body and wonders what would your chest look like in a tight bikini— a snack. A snack is what he wants, it’s why he came out.
“Can’t,” Ari says on the other line, “got a project to finish for my Bioengineering class. Why don’t you ask your boyfriend to take you? It’s his duty.”
You let out a laugh. “What do you mean, it’s his ‘duty’ to take me?”
You must be talking about him, Jungkook thinks, probably with Ari. What are you two planning that involves him? Nothing good, surely. Come on, he wants to know— just so he can be prepared.
By the time you’ve finished your call with Ari and hung up, Jungkook’s staring is so damn noisy that you can hear it even though you’re turning your back on him. Finally, with an eyebrow arched, he sees you turn back towards him.
“What’s wrong with you now?”
“Where do you need me to drive you?” he asks, munching on a crisp.
You squint your eyes at him. “Why?” you ask then and steal a crip from his bag; this time, though, he doesn’t try to stop you. “Are you willing to take me?”
“Since you’re willing to help me with the fundraising campaign.”
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“I’ll have to tell the team we’ve got to lend a hand with the university’s fundraiser.”
“Hm, really?” you mutter, still skimming over the exposed shirts. You’re not exactly paying attention to what he’s saying, hell, you’re not even decently pretending that you are; Jungkook frowns and pushes in so that you’ll stop caring more about the swimsuits in front of you. “Sorry, uh— and do you have any ideas?”
You’ve been searching through all the shops in the mall, but you’re a picky girl when it comes to bikinis and similar stuff and, since Jungkook agreed to drive you, you couldn’t miss what possibly is your only chance of properly going shopping. If hearing him talk on and on about the fundraisers is the price you have to pay, so be it.
He lets out a tired sigh. “Well, it should be related to the clubs. Not strictly, but at least in some way or another. Byun Baekhyun, from the karate club, told me that all the sports teams were hoaxed to raise funds some way or another.”
You just don’t understand why is he ranting about his problems to you specifically. Is this his idea of repayment for driving you to the mall?
“You really can’t think of anything?”
“Wait,” you cut him off, “why do I have to be dragged into this? I don’t belong to any club.”
“First, you made us late to class, and you held my hand in front of everyone, which is basically why we’re in this mess,” Jungkook spits out with an offended frown. “Second, you’re technically my girlfriend, and girlfriends help with club stuff. Jimin-hyung told me you and Ari-noona pitched in last year.”
You let out a whine. “Yeah, but that was different!”
“How so!”
“Because I was actually dating Seokjin back then,” you whisper. “It was a moral obligation, you see? It was… part of what I was; the younger, pretty girlfriend cheering from the bleachers, the— the team’s lucky charm.”
“But you’re none of that anymore,” Jungkook continues in your place. “Is that why you were crying in the bathroom?”
Your sulky silence is as good an answer as the firmest ‘yes!’, so he looks away, looking through the clothes. But then you spot a bikini that catches your eye immediately – and pushes your thoughts away from the fact that he heard you – and an idea pops up in your head. You turn to Jungkook, holding out the piece in his face, and he nods mindlessly, thinking you’re just asking for his opinion.
“No, you idiot—! I’m saying that we could run a car wash,” you say then, and his eyes grow even bigger. “Well, they did say on the news that the weather would improve this weekend, and today was definitely hotter than usual.”
Jungkook crosses his arms, pouting thoughtfully. “A bunch of hot people washing cars…”
And you wiggle your eyebrows as if that’s going to convince him for real. Surprisingly enough, it does, and you keep talking through it as you browse through the swimsuits.
When you look up, you see Jungkook tilting his head and, following his eyes, you see Choi Soobin walking casually into the shop.
“Shut up, I know him—”
“Isn’t that Soobin-ah?” Jungkook pokes his head over the sample coat rack. “We went to the same Finance course last term. Hm, you hanged out with him at Tae’s party, right?”
“I was just working up the booze.”
But Jungkook sticks out his head so much that Soobin ends up spotting you, waving his hand. He doesn’t approach you, though, too busy looking for clothes himself. You can’t help feeling slightly relieved – the fewer acquaintances around you, the less you have to strive to act as a lovely couple.
You gasp as a beautiful bikini enters your sight, and you wave it in front of Jungkook with a triumphant smile.
“I’m gonna try this one on.”
He frowns. “Isn’t it a bit, um— a bit too revealing?”
“Yeah, that’s, like, the whole point,” you retort as if it’s obvious.
But he doesn’t say anything else – because he knows he really doesn’t have the right to do so, even if he’s dying to complain. So, you walk into one of the fitting rooms and, as you try it on, you’re tempted to ask Jungkook to come in so you can get some feedback on him; you have nice tits, really nice tits. You love your boobs – your nipples, well, not so much, but the boob-ly parts, you love ’em.
You won’t tease him that much, though, not when he’s so worked up already after such a day dealing with idiots all around.
“Okay!” you chirp as you walk out, back into the outfit you were wearing before. “I’ll take these, and these, and, uh, this one’s cute…” As you cross the shop and build up a pile of bikinis and clothes on top of your arms, Jungkook just chuckles, too amused to even complain. “And I should really stop here unless I wanna go on a compulsory hunger strike.”
He just follows you to the shop counter, where you leave all the stuff. The attendant, a young girl who just wants to finish off her shift and go home, rushes to scan the chips and gets the overall price ready in no time.
When you take out your purse to pay, Jungkook walks up and offers her his own card, making you scoff. “Don’t go gentlemanly on me, I know you’re just as broke as I am.”
“Yeah, but— I’m your boyfriend,” he blurts out, shoving your hand away from the attendant, “and boyfriends pay for stuff.”
You poke the poor girl with your card again. “Really, stop. I’ll pay for my stuff.”
“I insist—”
“Seriously, Jungkook” – you cross your arms and turn to him, frowning – “what is wrong with you today? Get off my dick, will you—? With card, yeah, sorry,” you tell the attendant then, looking at her apologetically – and embarrassed.
The two of you go suddenly quiet when Soobin shows up, staying behind you with a pair of shirts clutched in his hands. He smiles politely and waits, so you, stifling a sigh, grab Jungkook’s hand and smile.
“Thanks, baby, really” – you stroke his cheek tenderly, and he presses his lips together – “but I don’t want you to waste your own money on my whims. I wouldn’t feel right afterwards.”
Taking your lead, Jungkook puts his hand over yours, and you lean in for a kiss that still takes him by surprise, deep and surprisingly sweet. A price to pay to tame the beast – although, comparing his character to yours, you’re not really sure who is the beast here. “And you couldn’t have put it like that from the beginning?” he protests with a cute pout.
You don’t answer, though, turning instead towards the attendant to finally pay. When she hands you the bag, you two say goodbye to the boy, who’s already stepping up to pay, and walk out of the shop.
“Marking your territory much, huh?” you scoff as soon as you’re far enough. “Is it because Soobin was there? Ugh, would you like it if I did something similar? Like this—” And you wrap your arm around him, pulling him in rather roughly, your hand resting against his buttock and gripping the supple flesh.
Jungkook just shoves your hand off and looks away. “Uh, y-yeah, got— got it, got the message.”
“I hope so.”
The rest of the week comes about just like you expected; puzzled staring, whispers along the halls, supporters and haters sprouting out of nowhere. Jungkook talks to Namjoon and the coach the very next day after your shopping, and though the captain seems a bit pissed off to find himself involved – thinking he had managed to get rid of fundraising campaigns after he became an upperclassman – Mr Bae is quite happy to see Jungkook with the initiative to lend a hand.
You set up the location at one of the car parks on campus, minding that it has enough space for cars to line up and pull in. Since the team is not short of staff, Namjoon doesn’t have a problem dividing it into groups and assign the different rounds of the wash.
The designated date for the car wash is the very next Saturday when the news advert temperatures will rise as the beginning of spring and will be sunny for most of the day.
Jimin, Hoseok, and you go shopping on Friday right after class to get all the supplies. You must admit, you had a lot of fun with them, and you’re starting to think that Saturday will be just as fun. It’s been a long time since you last enjoyed forcedly hanging out with them. The others make flyers and promote the activity all throughout campus.
“Wow, the weather is nice,” you hear Jimin whistle.
Everyone is busy getting things ready, going back and forth carrying boxes and sending others to do things. The sun is shining brighter than usual, a pleasant change considering you’re going to spend the whole day wet.
“Luckily,” you say as you sort out the sponges with him, “it’ll be like this for Spring Break too.”
Jimin slumps onto the ground playfully. “Oh, Spring Break—! Feels so, so far away! I can’t wait to get away from this pit hole, even if it’s just for a couple of days.”
“Will you visit your parents?”
“Uh, no,” he says; “my dad is going on a business trip that week, and my mother will be staying at my aunt’s.”
You try not to smile pitifully at his words, knowing that Ari’s family is just the same. Fortunately – or is it fate – they have each other, and they have you, and Jungkook, and the rest of their friends. You’ll always make sure they never feel alone.
“What about you? Are you seeing Yoongi-hyung?”
“He can’t really get away from work, but I’ve been saving up some money to see him,” you reply, finally spotting the washcloth you were looking for. “I don’t think it will be enough, though, so I guess it’ll have to wait till Christmas, you know, seeing him. Better keeping it safe in my pocket!”
Once you’ve found everything you need for your group, you meet Ari and Namjoon at the entry of the parking lot.
You walk up to them as he takes off his shirt, making her laugh. “What’s going on here? Woah, oppa, keep that for the VIP clients! We don’t want them to get the milk and leave.”
“I told him we’d raise twice as much money if we got shirtless, and he’s taken it seriously.”
Right before you, Jungkook’s group, in charge of putting the soap, gives you a thumbs up to let the two lines know you can letting taken cars in. The queue is madly long, you’re surely not going to complain about the money – unless it’s about not being allowed to keep it.
“Seriously, if you get into your bikinis only,” one of the team members says as he walks up to your group, “we’ll be filthy rich in an hour.”
Ari grimaces, looking at you, and none of you replies. It’s Namjoon who asks him, a bit uncomfortable for the uncalled-for comment, to go back to his position in the other lane to attend to the cars that have already started to pass. As soon as he’s gone, Ari and you burst out in laughter, and Namjoon mimics you with an awkward chuckle.
Taehyung nudges Jungkook in the ribs. “Won’t you go and defend your girlfriend?”
“She’d kill me if I did that,” he simply replies, already getting on the move. “Y/N knows perfectly well how to handle creeps.”
“I’m pretty sure she’d appreciate it if you stepped in, though.”
With a meek, resigned sigh, Jungkook just pours even more soap over the car body. You’re right, it’s none of his business. No marking-his-territory bullshit. He shouldn’t listen to his hyung’s teasing.
You spend most of the first half of the day rinsing the cars with Ari and Namjoon. As if it were a light-hearted summer film, there is no shortage of laughter, silly dances to the music, jokes that make everyone laugh out loud. And, of course, there’s no shortage of slips and friends betraying by squirting each other with the water hoses.
It’s good that it’s rather hot today because you’re all practically drenched by the time you have to switch teams, and Jungkook and Hoseok join you to rinse.
“When did you go shopping? That bikini’s new,” the latter comments casually, saying goodbye to the car.
You look down at your chest. “Got it at the beginning of the week. Isn’t it cute?”
“Not cute enough to get the main victim’s attention— sorry, that was too mean,” he cuts himself off, chuckling awkwardly as he points at Jungkook with his chin; the referred is too busy being showered by compliments coming from a bunch of students who dropped by to cheer. “Shouldn’t you go and do something about it?”
“Should I?” you laugh, not really giving it importance, as you check the windscreen.
“Come on, mark your territory.”
On the other side of the car, Jungkook pushes his wet hair back and smiles at something one of the boys has said to him.
Oh, you know him – it’s Taehyun, one of the regulars at the club you work at. He came the other day during your evening shift and kept asking about your relationship with Jungkook for, at least, half an hour until he got too drunk and his friends had to take his heartbroken ass back to the dance floor. Jeez, his crush on him is so painfully obvious.
It’s only when Jungkook takes his shirt off, glancing briefly at you, that you realise he’s trying to piss you off.
If that’s the game he wants to play, you’re going to play along.
“How are you getting on, baby?” you ask once you walk up to them, putting your stiff hand over his shoulder. He shivers at the contact. “Trying to wet anything else apart from the car?”
Jungkook just laughs softly.
During the incredibly awkward second that follows, you lean into him and kiss him hard, feeling his hands jump and hold onto your arms in surprise. As you deepen the motion of your lips over his, tongue peeking out and sneaking into his mouth, they move down to your waist while yours rest against his nape and head.
He’s wet against your bare stomach, and your chest presses on his. The feeling of your boobs on his pecs is making him nervous, won’t be able to forget it in quite some time. By the time you break the kiss, Jungkook is pretty much breathless.
“Don’t get too worn out, baby Koo,” you purr then, loud enough for Taehyun to hear it. “Want you fired up tonight.”
“Uh, don’t— um, don’t worry, I won’t…”
Satisfied with the blush on his cheeks and his sudden stuttering, you give him one last peck on the cheek and come back to your spot with Hoseok. Do you feel petty and ridiculous? Hm, yeah, kinda. But it’s also incredibly satisfying to put that kid in his place. Either of them.
Hobi grimaces, trying to fight off a mocking grin. “Baby Koo? Honestly, I never thought you could get any cheesier after you came up with Honey Jin.”
Your row gets down with the work, soaping, rinsing, and drying amidst breaks. Some of the customers stop by for a chat, knowing most of you; some of them are students, some of them are friends, or relatives, or even professors who want to do their bit – even Professor Choi drops by to thank the club and the volunteers for your effort, and you have to put on a polite smile because fuck, it pisses you off to be hanged up as a martyr when you were rather forced to do it.
Jungkook doesn’t stop glancing at you, nervous. Are you still mad at him? He didn’t do it to upset you, he was just— hell, he doesn’t even know what kind of reaction he was trying to get from you.
“Maybe he’s afraid,” Namjoon says, laughing, as he hands you a coffee, “he got you mad with that little scene from earlier.”
You’ve switched groups again, and now you’re drying with Jimin and the team captain.
“That doesn’t even make any sense.”
You had a lunch break a couple of hours ago, and the number of cars pulling in for a wash starts to dwindle throughout the afternoon.
But that’s no reason to slow down; if you want to reach the fifteen hundred dollars the department ‘proposed’ as a ‘very desirable sum’ in a single day and avoid having to repeat this tomorrow, you have to keep working as if you’d just started.
As the sun begins to set and Jimin gets ready to count the money you’ve raised, most of you are already lounging around the car park, finishing off the snacks left in the mini-fridge or just sitting and chatting with the others. It’s getting chilly too, so you’ve put on a sweater, hoping you’re dried enough as not to catch a cold.
It would be a peaceful, quiet moment – if it weren’t for Namjoon and Jungkook, who, standing in the middle of the road, still shirtless and wet, have engaged in a petty competition to see who can wash fifteen cars by themselves first.
You’ve tried to stop them, harped by Ari’s desperate pleas, but it’s to no avail.
“Koo!” you exclaim again, too tired to get up and go to them. Jungkook has engaged yet another car and is leading it to the lot, flashing a triumphant smile at his older friend. “You said that was the last one! I wanna go home!”
He pouts, already taking out the sponge. “But I only have three left!”
You groan, throwing your back against Ari’s chest, whose lap you’re lying on. Your body hurts, every one of your limbs aches thoroughly, you can barely lift your arms.
Sadly for them, by the time they’ve only got one left each, none of the cars driving past the road pulls in. It’s quite understandable since it’s past eight already, but you can’t help finding Jungkook’s pout of disappointment slightly cute when he walks up to you, looking for a jacket to put on.
He slumps on the ground right next to you.
“Don’t worry,” you coo at him, half-teasing, half-actually trying to cheer him up, and tousle his wet hair, “you did really well today. Raised all the money we needed with those last cars.”
Jungkook tries to fight off the smile on his face with all his might. “Um, thanks, noona… Can I get a kiss as a reward?”
Although you first arch an eyebrow at him, wondering if he’s just trying to poke fun at you or tease you, you oblige, getting off Ari’s lap and leaning into him for a kiss. It goes beyond his expectations – he thought you’d just peck him on the lips – cupping his cheek and kissing him deeply, slowly, taking your time. The line between pretension, mockery, and straight-up pleasure gets more and more blurred until you end up on his lap, and Jungkook whimpers and snaps out of whatever reverie he was in, breaking the kiss.
You don’t pull back without biting his lip goodbye. “Was it your intention to get back at me with this?”
Jungkook just sighs – if only that were the case.
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You wake up to the sound of non-stop coughing – you’ve been hearing them all night too, along with that annoying, continuous sniffing coming from Jungkook’s room.
That’s why it doesn’t surprise you to find him in the living room, blanket wrapped around him like a burrito, eyes puffy after his sleepless night. He’s holding a roll of toilet paper in his hand when you run into him on your way to the kitchen.
“Uh, everything all right?”
“I-I threw up…” he mutters, almost embarrassed.
Frowning, you walk up to him and put your hand on his forehead. “I guess you’re running a fever.”
“Yeah, I could guess that much too,” he scoffs, only to start coughing again, and he wraps himself more tightly in his burrito-wrapped blanket.
You leave him to go to the kitchen and have something for breakfast; it’s not too early – you slept like a brick tonight after a tortuously long day washing cars and putting up with creeps – so just some coffee will do, although it crosses your mind to make something for him too, so you come back to the living room.
Jungkook has taken over his spot on the couch. “My room’s making me a bit anxious, mind if I stay here?”
“Uh” – you stare at him in disbelief – “of course? It’s your place too, you can stay wherever you want— just don’t, um, sneeze over the table or something… Did you get any sleep last night?”
“Not really.”
“Okay,” you say and toss him the remote, which almost hits him in the face. “Sorry— you can play a movie and try to doze off to it a bit. I’m gonna make myself a coffee, do you want me to fetch you a tea or something? I’ll be going to Ari’s later.”
He just shakes his head softly, searching through the endless list of movies on the TV.
By the time you’ve had a bite, showered, and put on something relatively comfortable that’s not your pyjamas to go out, you get a call from your friend.
“Yah!” she shrieks from the other line. “Jimin was texting Kookie right now— how could you decide to leave him to his fate, the poor thing, sick as he is, to come and have lunch with us—? Babe, let me talk to her instead— you’re so heartless, Min Y/N!”
You hear some fumbling, and soon it’s Jimin’s voice talking to you.
“Sorry, she’s a bit tired.” You wait until he speaks again, “So, don’t worry, you can stay with him, he needs it. Got a very nasty cold right there. We’ll try to drop by later and keep you company.”
You turn around to see Jungkook curled up on the couch, looking miserable. “Okay, I’ll do that. Significant other duties, I guess.”
“Jungkookie is lucky. When I’m sick, Ari won’t let me get within two metres of her,” he whines then, too loudly for it to be intended as a confidence, and you hear your friend let out a scoff in the background.
But you roll your eyes. “I’m still thinking about it.”
He hangs up then, and you go back to the couch to check if he’s still breathing. Fortunately, Jungkook has just fallen asleep, and he’s enjoying his sought-after sleep. But when he feels your fingertips on his cheek as you observe, crouched down in front of him, all the marks on his face and the curve of his nose, his eyelashes flutter open.
“I’ll, uh— I’ll make you some tea,” you say, getting up, but he’s quick to grip your arm, and you slump on the couch. “Jungkook—”
“Don’t go, I’m so cold,” he whines.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
Jungkook just tears up a bit and nuzzles your chest. “Don’t go.”
With a tired sigh, you try to shed his hands off you, perhaps a bit too rough for someone in his state.
“Can’t you stop being mean to me even when I’m sick?” Jungkook groans. He doesn’t seem aware of what he’s saying, watery eyes and a slight blush on his cheeks. He’s also sweating.
“I’ll be good to you when you’re good to me,” you grumble and push his hair away from his sweaty forehead.
You were joking, but Jungkook nods weakly. “Noona, I’ll be good.”
He’s sick, you remind yourself. He’s sick, delirious almost, he doesn’t know what he’s saying— but your words don’t soothe in any way the power of his words. You need to be the bigger person – bigger than you currently are, at least – and put an end to this.
“I think you should go to bed.”
And you help him get to his room, tuck him between layers and layers of blankets, bring him a glass of water and bucket that you place next to his bed, ask him if he’s too cold or too hot – only to see him smile contently, nuzzling the pillow as he says he’s as comfortable as ever, just a tad too sweaty, his throat ache hurting badly.
“Noona—” Jungkook lets out a trembling breath. “Noona, I did well. You— you said so, said I did well…”
Maybe indulging this little shit for a bit won’t hurt. “Of course you did,” you mutter, stroking his hair. “You did so well, I’m really proud of you.”
“I knew it…”
He smiles, unable to open his eyes, and soon he’s asleep again. Your fingers don’t stop, though.
“I’ll be your worst nightmare as soon as you’re back on your feet again, Jeon,” you say then. “But I might as well make the most of it now that you’re so compliant and cute.”
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guqwrvte · 2 days ago
hello !! here’s a prompt for your quote game: “what??” “nothing i just love you” with jungkook or jimin, thank you <33
⨽ pairing: jungkook x reader (established relationship)
⨽ genre: fluff
⨽ warnings: none that i can think of :)
You nibbled on the end of your pencil as you looked at the case in the folder Jungkook had handed to you. "If you can't figure it out, I'll just ask someone else," he said, and you sent him a glare.
The two of you were in the library working on assignments. You were working on your history source-based task while Jungkook was working on his criminology work. He was assigned a task where he had to solve a case, but he was struggling.
"Shouldn't you figure this out on your own? You're the one majoring in this," you grumble, and he let out a laugh. "I should, but this case is too hard. Hey, but even the best detectives and prosecutors need help," he says, and you roll your eyes.
You averted your attention back to the case in the folder and continued to think using the evidence and clues Jungkook had managed to collect. "Can't we just give up? It's not a real case anyway," you said, looking at him. Jungkook shook his head. "Yea, it's not a real case, but it's something that goes towards my very much real marks," he said, causing you to let out a whine.
He smiled as he watched your brows furrow in concentration. He couldn't help but think about how cute you looked right now. Your hair was kinda messy, your glasses were sitting on the bridge of your nose, and your lips were in a slight pout. The back of your pencil rhythmically tapping against them.
You could feel eyes burning into your side. You looked up from the paper and sent Jungkook a glare. "What?" you asked. Jungkook's smile widened, and he shook his head. "Nothing, I just love you."
here you go, anon. sorry it's a little short but i hope you enjoyed it :)
i also didn't thoroughly proofread this one so my apologies if there's any typos that make it hard to understand :)
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satnin-darling · 10 hours ago
Castle. (m) | ONE SHOT | JEON JUNGKOOK, 8.1k
Pairing(s): Reader x Jungkook, mentions of OT7 x reader
Summary: The member’s filmed in the SOOP for four days sometime in the summer but now, they’ve returned for more rest, away from the cameras. With a few days in the cool mountainside, you get the opportunity to experience the aptly named ‘SOOP in the Castle’ yourself along with your seven boyfriends, and it seems that Jungkook has missed you more than he let on 😉
Warnings/Tags: RATED M (18+) for language; smut (fem-reader; oral (m-receiving - in the shower); fingering; marking/scratching; multiple orgasms; penetrative sex); fluff - we have the special appearance of Bam🥺, a kiss from Jimin because he missed you that much😘, everyone bonding over food; Yoongi dog sitting because of *ahem* reasons - idol!AU - established polyamory relationship - the setting is the accommodation from in the SOOP 2! (Can’t wait for the second episode 😩)
“There aren’t any signs that point to a clear route,” you said, slowing your car as it the road began to climb.
All around was pitch black, the path ahead was really just a dirt road cut in the low lying grass. The bright lights of your car continued to jar as you traversed more ground, there wasn’t much to see other than enormous trees with thick trunks that lined the road, its evergreen leaves dense and pointing upwards.
“One of our managers should have driven you up, they know the route better,” Jimin replied, concerned. You smiled at his well-intentioned nagging.
“It’s fine, just stay on the line with me,” you replied, pressing your foot on the gas slightly as the road became steeper.
The navigation showed a solid blue line that represented your car, well into the region of Gangwon-do, an hour or so away from Seoul. Your car lurched forward, the wheels crushing over loose pebbles and the powdered earth. Over the speakers, you could hear laughter, Jungkook’s mostly.
“I can’t believe you guys filmed in the SOOP for four days only,” you said, recalling the month long preparation it took to ready the place. Even so, the hectic nature of their schedule wasn’t something unheard of and any reprieve would have been appreciated.
Yoongi was the one who told you about the renovation at length over a dinner; you listened to him detail how the main structures were gutted to make space for functional rooms and install each aspect that they requested. Excited yourself to see the finished product, you found a wedge in your own schedule that lined up with the few days they had for personal excursions.
“It’s like a castle. It was a shame to stay for a short period so we’ve come back to spend more time since ahead of the online concert,” Jimin said, his voice clearer as he drew away from the merriment of the rest. The episodes weren’t out yet so you only had their descriptions to go by.
You drove at a comfortable pace, climbing higher and higher, twisting the wheel as the road curved in more pronouncedly.
“Have you eaten?”
“Not yet. I’m starving,” you replied, hunching over the wheel as you began to see the illuminated structures of the houses.
“Yoongi-hyung is grilling some hanwoo beef, there’s some ramen too, the usual spread that we have - are you near?”
“I think so.”
You squinted at the sight ahead, approaching with caution. Eventually, the road levels and Jimin’s silhouette appears, his hand eagerly waving at you. Even though you were sure that he wouldn’t be able to see it, you smiled widely, waving in return.
All the lights were on, the separate houses like beacons in the night. Like a miniature scene, you could point out a discrete area by the first house where a table was set up; palls of smoke twisted from two grills and conversation seemed to emanated from their actions. Above, the stars were on full display, the tips of the nearby trees providing a secure boundary to the land. You slowed to a halt, whistling to yourself at the enormity of the location, twisting your head to see how it stretched for a few more yard down a slope.
As soon as you parked, Jimin opened your door, dressed in all black, complete with house slides. Immediately, he reaches for you, swiftly unbuckling your seatbelt. As it retreated, his arms wound over your body, face at the crook of your neck, lips eagerly kissing under your ear.
“Jimin!” You protested, but making no moves to push him away as he kissed you more, spontaneous pecks all over your cheeks, your forehead, then eventually your lips.
The light floral scent that draped over him filled your car as he pressed you against the seat, hands cupping your face, you opened your mouth to accept his tongue, which slid against yours, prompting heat to flood your body. His hair had grown longer, jet black strands brushed your face while his hands began to roam, firm pressure serving to spur more heat as you fumbled for each other in the dark.
“Missed you,” he muttered, nipping your lower lip, drawing a soft moan. Naturally, there was little opportunity to answer while you were kissing each other as if your lives depended on it. You had missed him, as you have missed the rest. Time together were essentially reduced to pockets of days or few hours that you could steal in between commitments like performances, interviews, recordings.
You slipped your hands up, over the thin fabric of his shirt, lacing your fingers over his neck to pull him closer, become familiar with him again. While his hand crept up the hem of your top (donated by Namjoon), he squeezed your breast over your bra, making you gasp into his mouth.
Then came the insistent barks of Bam, who bounded over, barrelling straight the back of Jimin’s legs using all of his strength contained under the sleek, brown coat of fur.
“Oh shit!” You gasped while Jimin made a small grunt as Bam continued to jump up and down, full of energy, his nose rubbing Jimin’s ass.
“Bam! Wait! Sit!” He said, half-laughing, mostly in distress.
Suddenly, you were shoved further into your car, your lower back poked by the stick shift while Jimin stopped himself from laying completely on top of you. Covering your mouth with your hands, you tried not to laugh as Bam carried on, his insistent whines coming through at the lack of attention.
“The food’s disappearing!” Jungkook said from outside the car, and you realised that Bam was no longer assaulting Jimin’s backside. He looked over his shoulder, one of his knees resting on your seat, his other foot planted on the floor. With caution, you disentangled yourselves from one another and stepped out of your car.
“So make more,” Jimin replied, disgruntled and embracing you protectively.
Returning it with enthusiasm, you hugged your arms tightly over him, enjoying the feel of his warmth, but mostly the muscles which flexed underneath his shirt. Like Namjoon and Yoongi, who had taken to carve out a proper exercise regimen during the past few months, Jimin had taken up running more seriously, which had the effect of sharpening his stamina and sculpting his already lithe figure. Evening runs helped to calm his mind and while he was always physically fit, you noticed an improvement over the weeks past.
“I’ll go get your bags,” he said, kissing your temple and parting from you.
Jungkook pats Bam’s side, prompting him to run elsewhere, likely back to where the rest were. Under a hybrid of moonlight and artificial lighting, you see him striding towards you, bare faced, wearing an oversized shirt with the sleeves going past his elbows and shorts that showed off his toned legs. Jimin rummaged the trunk of your car to retrieve your bags while Jungkook snakes his arm around your waist. The evening breeze is cool and the warmth that assuaged your body calmed, though being this close to Jungkook could easily reignite that. The brown wooden slats that lead up to the main deck creaked underneath each step. Once level with the house, some areas had pools of water due to shallow dents.
“I’m glad you made it here safe,” he said, briefly taking your duffel bag from Jimin while he slipped on the straps of your backpack, then handed it back. Shrugging you fell in step with him, noting the way his chunky black sandals thudded over the wood.
“I could have used more solid directions than Jin’s ‘Turn right on the fifteenth tree’.”
"Hyung showed us the drawing of the map he made for you to follow," Jimin added.
You retrieved your phone from your pocket to show them a blank page with hastily drawn squares and rectangles in thin, black lines, followed by a red arrow that was vertical and veered off the right. Then, there was a tree that had two lines for a trunk and a circle for the bulk of its leaves with '15' on it. At that they both laughed, and you love hearing them laugh so much.
Jimin quickly disappeared into the main house to discard your bags. Bam loped towards you both, his ears down and his eyes looking at you, curious. Gently, you rubbed his head and he pushed it towards your touch, the short strands of fur was sleek to the touch as he sniffed the palm of your hand.
"You're such a good boy!" You cooed, scratching from the top of his head to his neck, he continued to lean into your touch, sometimes jumping. Jungkook made a noise of satisfaction that he was behaving nicely.
"How long has he spent in the training centre?" You asked, impressed that Bam was already so social despite having met you a handful of times. You remembered seeing him as a puppy but now, he was easily five times the size. Jungkook delivered some treats as a reward, to which Bam eagerly munched on.
"Not as much as when he was around two months old, but I usually try to make sure that he's in there at least twice a week," he said, pocketing the small bag of dog treats.
Bam then decided to shoot off elsewhere, ducking under the table. The main house was bright with plenty of windows to peek inside. Past the glass front door, there was a kitchen and then a living area with a huge TV. Jimin's footsteps creak the wood and he squeezed your wrist, walking faster as he carried a chair. Not so far was the dinner set up beneath an awning. It was well lit and busy, the sounds of grilling meat and overlapping conversations lacing the air.
Standing up, Taehyung’s smile appeared as you came into view, his hand waving, causing the sleeve of his white shirt to come down, while his other hand was in the pocket of beige slacks. Alerting the rest, you see Hoseok and Jin twist from their seat, chopsticks in hand, smiling back. Jungkook gave you one last squeeze at the shoulder before hurriedly tending to Bam, who seemed to assumed the position to take a dump on the deck. The closer you got, the conversation was more audible and you saw how Jimin was arranging your seat.
"The guest of honour!" Yoongi exclaimed, his hair a shock of blonde, resembling a dandelion which seemed to have pockets of air that made the flyaway strands stand up to attention. He grinned and opened his arm to give you a side hug; he smelled of barbecue smoke and the faint scent of a new cologne, sharp and masculine, different from what he usually wore. There wasn’t a spare space on the table, which was heaving with cans of beer, small bowls, crumpled tissue paper, and various utensils, abandoned or not. Namjoon rounded the corner, beer in hand, long, tanned legs, wearing a matching ensemble of blue and white tie-dyed shorts and shirt, muscles filling them out nicely.
“Hey,” he said, dimples on display as he kissed your cheek before taking a seat on a vacant chair. The wind carried his scent and you realised that it was the perfume you got him as a gift ages ago.
"Come sit with me," Taehyung said, swamping you in his embrace, the cotton of his shirt brushing your skin. He guided you to sit by your chair as Jimin handed you a small bowl with some wooden chopsticks. Jin jerked his head since his hair was at a length that got in the way.
"Did you find this place because of my directions?" He asked, breaking out into a grin, you see him wear an oversized purple shirt, contrasting nicely with his skin, his eyes full from sleep.
“Couldn't have found this place otherwise,” you replied, sarcastic.
Satisfied, he went over the flat griddle and took a long strip of beef, cutting it with scissors efficiently, straight to your bowl.
“This is an upgrade from the last place,” you said, while Taehyung leant his head on your shoulder. Soft brown curls tickled your jaw while his hand rested atop your thigh.
“We have a pool, a gym, and those houses over there are just for rooms,” Hoseok said, pointing to the other two not so far off and bringing up a Polaroid camera to snapping a picture of you and Taehyung.
“You found it!” You said, admiring the simple white tee with a black heart in the middle that read ‘HUMAN MADE.’ He had lost it some time ago but had to admit that you always liked raiding his closet, though he made sure to hand them to you if you asked. Instantly, the picture slipped out of the slit on the camera, waiting to develop.
“Jimin took it,” he grinned, opening a can of beer for you.
After taking a sip, you craned your head to peer into the downward slope, discerning a sandy rectangle then then further nothingness due to the lack of lighting.
“Tennis court,” Taehyung murmured, chewing on another piece of beef.
“And they added a basketball hoop,” Yoongi added, pursing his lips. You helped yourself to some of the grilled clams, humming at the taste.
“Good, right?” Namjoon said, moving his jaw since he ate a large piece of beef, which proved to be a chore to chew.
“Mhm,” you managed.
Taehyung slung his arm around your shoulders, and he took his phone out to show some pictures in his gallery. From the small squares, you saw orange streaked skies, a few photobombing snaps, then a couple of shots of him and Jungkook on a quad bike. He pressed on one that showed a picture of a gaming room, curved monitors and RGB keyboards with a black and yellow motif.
“Definitely a major upgrade,” you observed, flicking through the gallery and smiling at the funny angles he took of some of them half asleep on the couch.
“Let’s ride one of the quad bikes,” Taehyung said, his voice dropping an octave.
“Did you go around the perimeter?” You asked, agreeing and giving his phone back.
“Yeah. The area has a dirt trail and it’s like this,” he replied, disentangling himself briefly to reach for his drink and gesturing in the air to make a vague shape, “like this potato chip shaped track.”
You raised your eyebrows and imagined zipping along the dirt path, it was far too dark to ascertain the perimeter so you trusted Taehyung’s estimation. He returns to you, his chin on your shoulder as you have more food.
“Where are you sleeping tonight?” Jungkook asked, returning from inside the main house, his hands glistening after washing them.
Bam was preoccupied with a frayed rope, which he was tugging further with his teeth, wrestling with it on the deck. You shrugged one shoulder, not having had the time to think about it, especially since you hadn’t seen the rest of the houses yet.
“I don’t mind,” you said, enamoured with how the hanwoo beef melted on your tongue. Jungkook began to chew his bottom lip, his large eyes darting around the table. You notice Jimin laughing, his hand covering his mouth, his eyes narrowing into slits, jovial.
“I think he’s dropping hints,” he said, raking his hand through his lengthy hair. Yoongi exhaled a laugh while Namjoon shook his head. Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck, pretending to never have brought up the conversation in the first place.
“Where’s your room?” You chuckled.
Jungkook’s bed in the accommodation was large but not large enough that you had ample space to move. As a result, by the early hours of the morning, you were both tangled up in each other, his phone wedged between your bodies, the wire giving a temporary impression on your rib. Jungkook was a light sleeper but when he was finally knocked out, nothing could wake him. His body was solid and generated more heat than you could manage, so you slept draped over him, the blanket slithering onto the floor as the night wore on.
On the left side, Bam slept in a cage placed between the bed and the closer. Worried that your presence would make him restless, you were surprised that for the most part, he was quiet, only the faintest of scratches that resounded in the night. What substituted white noise was the sound of the wind outside, which howled and rattled the sliding doors. Nevertheless, you managed to catch some sleep given that you drove straight to the location well into the night.
By the time you actually woke up, the bed was empty and so was Bam’s cage, the metal door with the small water tube fully open. Bleary eyed and slightly disorientated, you craned your head and gauged whether he was in the common area or by the toilet. Through the slit created by the threadbare curtains, you see that it was drizzling, the windows speckled with dew. You check your phone and saw his message.
Jungkook [9:56AM]: Went to feed Bam and take him out for a walk. Be back soon :)
The time was a little after 10:30AM so you slide off the bed and walked across into the common area. On the cream couch were a couple of shirts that Jungkook had folded and laid out, you smiled. The rest of his items were half unpacked, his enormous black backpack that housed his personal belongings slanted from their uneven distribution. Alone, you decided to have that shower, eager to get the day started.
Yoongi navigated the kitchen with practiced ease having familiarised himself during the first trip. He and Hoseok were the ones awake, which made for a timely replay of how things were when they were filming. Easing into the morning, few words were exchanged as he noticed Hoseok scrolling through his phone as part of his morning routine. In front of him, halfway consumed, was an Iced Americano, appearing every morning without fail, whatever the weather.
Yoongi began to round up the necessary pots and pans for a hearty brunch, dragging his slides on the grey flooring. Methodically, he lined the induction pots next to each other on the hob and rummaged in the shelves for several meal kits and other fresh produce. Outside on the main deck, he spots Jungkook in a black windbreaker with the hoodie over his head. Bam scrabbles on the surface as Jungkook tugged the multicoloured rope that appeared more frayed since he saw it last. Hoseok takes a sip of his drink, his gaze trained on their tug of war. Yoongi spots him breaking out into a smile.
“Bam’s gotten so big, hasn’t he Hyung?” He observed, slipping his phone out and taking a few snaps. Yoongi hummed in reply.
“He and Jungkook match each other’s energy. Makes me miss Holly,” he replied, his eyes on how the induction cooktop automatically turned on without any ingredients to cook. Swiftly removing it, he placed it elsewhere for later. Hoseok laughed as Jungkook tripped by trying to avoid Bam’s tail, and looked up to signal that he was okay.
“I caught that on video,” Hoseok said, sipping his coffee as he replayed the clip.
“Send it on the group chat,” Yoongi chuckled.
A shower was a welcomed act of self-care, and once completed, you turned it off so you could wrap a white towel over your body. The surfaces were covered in condensation and you could hardly see yourself in the mirror. Taking another towel, you squeeze out excess water from your hair as gently as you could so as to not wring it harshly. Peeking outside, you were still alone so you step out, the cool air making your skin tingle. Fortunately, the cream couch wasn’t too far and you stood before the clothes to take your pick.
The moment you chose one of Jungkook’s shirts however, the sound of the door sliding steals your attention. Jungkook, with a hood covering half his face, was pulling the door open. As soon as it was wide enough, Bam lunges forward, his bulk squeezing through the gap, leaping straight to you with enough momentum to go on his haunches and placing his wet paws on your forearm, scrabbling against the towel. For an eternal moment, chaos occurs.
Jungkook made a noise of disturbance, but his jacket becomes caught at the latch at the door, anchoring him to the frame. His plans of immediately reaching for Bam were thwarted for the moment and he was barking incessantly, nearly toppling you backwards. The door is still wide, and beyond, you could see bright colours of the grassy knoll that the house sat atop. Bam’s paws smeared mud all over your bare skin and towel, which loosens and slips in your haste to calm him.
“Bam! Bam!” Jungkook instructed, but to no avail, so you firmly place a hand on Bam’s shoulder to guide him back down at the same time, try to stand up and holding your towel firmly over your body. Jungkook looks up, helpless but on the verge of laughter as he slips out of his jacket and comes to your rescue, stepping into the space to grab Bam’s leash, which whipped around from his movements. His eyes rest on the way the towel is barely covering you, pinned by one of your hands as you fend off Bam’s slobbery, exuberant greetings.
“Bam… sit,” he commands, and instantly, Bam follows, sitting on your feet, leaning his whole weight onto your legs. You unravel the towel around your hair so you could hand it to Jungkook, who keeps his gaze on you while he kneels beside Bam to wipe him down lovingly. The towel runs over his short, brown fur, down to his paws, his strong body, and floppy ears, in an orderly manner until he is wriggling once more.
“Bam, house.”
Jungkook keeps his eyes on you while Bam rose from his position and disappear into the bedroom. Up close, you see how his hair got caught in the morning drizzle, the tips sticking together over his forehead. Standing tall, you catch a glimpse of his tattoos concealed by his sleeves, his bare legs stemming from his shorts, his wide eyes and parted mouth at your state of undress. With the back of his hand, mere inches away, he grazes the parts where mud streaked your skin, drying and flaking by the minute.
“He got mud all over you,” he muttered, his voice smooth while his fingers trace your upper arm, drawing inward to the underside of your breast, where Bam had managed to give another muddy print.
“I mean, I was clean,” you said, defending yourself.
“How’d he get there?” He asked careful hands skirting over your bare shoulders for a thorough examination.
“He’s not a puppy, he pounced on me,” you laughed.
Then, he reached down, taking the hem of the towel to lift it, wiping where the most of the mud was, until it was clean, his eyes following the motion, “Good as new.”
You forgot to breathe at some point since his attentive efforts led to the towel revealing a significant expanse of your body, from your knee to your lower stomach. The air around seemed colder and you found yourself shivering. Or maybe it was because Jungkook was still tending to you, his eyes roaming how the sole thing making you modest was a weakly held towel over your front. You could have dropped it, you needed another wash anyway, but more so, you wanted to let him touch you, bare skin against skin.
“We’ll probably have to take another shower,” he said, quieter this time, since his arm wound its way around your back, pulling you to him.
Half stumbling, you fall onto him, hands steady on his chest, feeling the thud of his heartbeat through the thin shirt. Towering over you, he lets his gaze sweep along your face, big brown eyes taking into account how you were practically being held up by him, silver earrings hanging down, silver brow bar peeking through dark strands. The moment was so long that it could have been awkward, but the electricity that coursed through the air made it less so.
Jungkook had the ability to stall your thinking, especially when his lips were on yours, overwhelming you with the heat the radiated off of him, the way his body was so solid, your mind dizzy from how he held you to him, the towel slipping down as his large hands cupped your face. It was close, but not close enough. He gave gentle kisses that had his tongue sweeping into your mouth, just like him to do before he kissed you deeply to tease and have his teeth against your throat, nipping then soothing with soft lips. His fresh scent lifted off his skin, clouding your faculties and your knees softened as you gasped at the sensation of how he kept you secure by cupping his hand at the back of your neck while the other was on your lower back, your mud streaked skin simmering from how much you wanted him.
“Should we-”
“Yeah,” he said.
In the moments you separated he tugged his shirt off, revealing sculpted muscle, defined as if carved into his body, each one lean and firm, little to no spare flesh, hard lines with etched grooves which went to so well with the tattoos that coloured his skin. A thoughtful arrangement of images on the right arm, skimming the top of his shoulder, hidden well by long sleeves hinted by the smattering of images that adorn his hand and knuckles. Those on his inner bicep were your favourite, a blacked out cloud with lighting bolts spearing from the bottom overlapping a tiger, which was filled out this time rather than outline. You see the clock of lower down, large and faint, with Roman numerals, interrupted by the criss cross lettering in bold that wound over his forearm.
Backed into the bathroom, you traded kisses, each one more intense than the previous, the more you gave, the more he returned. Shutting the door carefully so as to not startle Bam, you tugged at his shorts because you wanted nothing between you. It falls down, almost tripping him up as you moved to the, now smaller, cubicle, the knob twisting so that the water could jet out. Quickly, he begins to pump some body wash that ended up clattering on the floor anyway. Half lathered suds on his torso slid down with his back to the spray, the water pelted on his flesh but he suddenly let out a small yelp, startling you.
“Ah shit, cold! Cold!”
You laughed, kissing his chest, licking over his dark nipple as he twisted his arm back, rectifying the temperature to tepid and bearable. But something else caught your eye, a glint of silver illuminated by the overhead spotlights.
“Is that…”
He looked at you, shy all of the sudden. His duality was always something that never failed to send you reeling, how he could switch from being powerful to sweet in mere seconds.
“I’ve been meaning to get it done,” he replied, thoroughly soaked by the water by now, hair sticking onto his forehead in stringy strands. You recalled how he brought it up one night, on a whim. Then again, he was the type to get it done when he felt like it.
“Do you like it?”
Do I?!
“Fuck yeah I do,” you said, running your thumb over his nipple piercing bringing out a sharp hiss, sensitive from the slightest of touches.
Then, you drag your fingers down the ridges of his abdomen, firm and contracted while hands found themselves over your body, fingers sinking over your soft flesh, his mouth seeking yours in hungry kisses that stole your breath. You don’t quite remember it but he had somehow backed you up against the wall, away from the spray, hoisting you up with his hand on your thigh, lifting to spread you wide. Moaning softly, his kiss literally sucking all the air from your chest, velvety soft lips, the smooth muscle of his tongue had your lips parting, the tip of his nose on your cheek. You feel how his hardened cock throb against you, distracted again by hot and wet kisses that escalate into frantic push and pulls, the sound of the water drumming onto the floor with no one underneath but managed to melt most of the mud that covered your skin. He murmurs your name, whiny and totally not in control, which sends a thrill straight to your core.
“Fuck, I want you,” he groans, pushing his hips as you rocked against him, hands massaging his neck, absorbing the sounds he made which echoed in mocha walls of the bathroom. Without thinking, you break free from his grasp, turning him so that his back pressed against the wall. A confused furrow of his brow, his hands pushing his hair back, that glorious sight of his arms contracting, legs spreading instantly as you drop to your knees.
The only thing better than looking at Jungkook is looking up at him through your lashes, mouth hovering over the angry tip of his cock, leaking pre-cum. You hold his gaze as your hand curls over his cock, a modest pressure at first, teasing. His face flickers in response, bared teeth, pink flush over his cheek that bloomed from his chest. You rub your thighs together at the view, silver piercings that adorn his body shimmering in the light.
“Ah…shit,” he hissed, sucking air through his teeth as your tongue swirls over his balls, which contracted at the featherlight kisses you delivered. Slow and deliberate, you planted your lips along his shaft, the silken hardness pulsing under your attention. Jungkook threw his head back, the muscles on his neck bulging out, that vein that ran on the right side raising along his skin. You moaned, the vibrations coinciding with how you enclosed your lips over the tip, that strong, masculine taste making your body tighten all over.
“Oh fuck,” he sighed.
Jungkook tried not to swear that often, but it slipped out when he was drunk, or in cases like this. The latter was your favourite, a glimpse into his mind, how you could drive him crazy simply because you knew what he liked and how he liked it. His enunciation was so clear that you had to stop yourself from laughing because you were just getting started. Rocking your head back, you use on of your hands to steady his cock, tongue flattening over the underside, flicking over his balls again, earning a strained grunt. Back on the tip, your lips part, sliding over it, tongue licking over the weeping slip. Again, he says your name, his tone helpless while his his hand pulls at your hair, easing you off so that he could thrust his cock into your mouth more. Relaxing your jaw, you let him, saliva coating his cock, pushing past your lips as your hands hold his legs, nails raking his ass, down those thighs, sculpted and firm.
“Feels so fucking good, how the fuck are you doing tha.. that,” he shuddered, taking him all in, burying his cock in your throat, forgoing air for that heavenly compliment. You held out till you could feel tears spring from your eyes, stuttering slightly before withdrawing. Inhaling sharply through your nose to not disturb the flow, you moaned around his cock, his addictive taste spurring the frantic bobbing your head, wetting the shaft with your saliva that dripped down to his balls in this sloppy mess that had him pulling at your hair while small tremors racked his muscles. His moans sounded masterful, even more pleasant to hear knowing that you were the source.
“Oh fuck, keep going,” he groaned, motivating you to hold on firmly, hollowing your cheeks so you could suck down the length of his cock, releasing it with a lewd pop that echoed in the confined space. Both his hands flew to your head, fingers scratching your scalp, the gentlest of touches, a far contrast from your own, which clawed at him, hard enough to prompt his guttural moans, but not enough to mark.
Diving down, your lips hit the base, throat tightening as your saliva allowed his cock to slide in, making his entire body twitch. You wiggled your hips, the flood in your pussy smearing your thighs and you looked up as you drew your mouth back, looking up to take note of how his breathing changed, chest damp and heaving from how hard he was trying not to cum. So your mouth descends, the air displaced from your throat, lip curling to sheath your teeth as his cock swelled, his balls tightening as your tongue laves over the shaft.
“Shit!” He gasped, his hands cupping the back of your neck, not oppressive at all, keeping you still, hips thrusting more insistently so you held on, nails pressing on the backs of his thighs, torso lifting as your jaw slackens. His moans escalated, like music to your ears that ended in strained sighs, knees rubbed raw from the wet floor but that didn’t matter. Jungkook’s entire body seemed to vibrate and you looked up, see the inked sleeve ripple with his muscles, the grooves of his abs, dark hair, newly trimmed, the silver glint of his piercings providing a heavenly picture. As your vision began to vignette, you shut your eyes as you steadied yourself, leaning onto him as he fucked your face.
“Fuck - ah, Fuck!”
You moaned at the taste, his cum shooting at the back of your throat while he shuddered, balking forward, his hand slapping the wall next to him, enabling you to retreat and plunge your mouth in a slow, torturous rhythm, his breaths going ragged as you gathered his cum, spreading over his shaft. More came from the tip, and you paid careful attention, smoothing your lips over it, letting the air filter back into your lungs, humming while his fingers clutch at your hair, his moans reverberating in the cubicle, balance unsteady as you sucked every dropped, head moving expertly, lips kissing and your tongue licking the essence.
“Ah fuck, stop - wait, ah shit,” he hissed, but you weren’t about to, jerking his pulsing cock, tongue swirling over his balls, giving him everything, loving the way he fell apart.
Then, you’re being hoisted up, practically carried back into the bedroom in his strong arms, hair and skin still wet from the shower, only to be tossed rather brusquely on the surface of the bed. Scrambling back, you shoved the pillows away, the moss green top cover rumpled from your movements. You swipe the condom by the night stand just as Jungkook’s knees plant themselves onto the bed, his hands darting out to grip your hips and drag you back to the edge, his hips wedging your legs apart.
“How the hell are you so strong,” you gasped, as he tugged you roughly, lips over yours, his cock is still rock hard and as your heart hammered in your chest. As he takes the foiled packet from you, you notice Bam slip out of his cage, sitting rather obediently by the side of the bed. Jungkook, choosing to remain unaware, kissed along your neck, fingers beginning to tear the packet simultaneously.
“Wait, Jungkook -” you protested, not about to waive your empathy for Bam, who surveyed your naked bodies with innocent curiosity, the tilt of his head causing one of his ears to flap over his head. Jungkook propped himself on his arms, following your gaze to land on his precious puppy.
“What if he watches us? Or takes a shit while watching us? I don’t want to traumatise him or turn him into a perv,” you said, grabbing the corner of the cover top and shielding your chest.
Bam emitted a high pitched whine, his tongue lolling out, sharp canines in view. Jungkook looks at you as if it was the hardest decision in the world. Then again, you can’t blame him, given that you were practically presented on a platter, wet and naked. He pressed his forehead against yours and sighed.
“Ah fuck. Okay, okay give me a minute.”
Mornings were usually uneventful whether the members were touring or even back home. Today seemed like an exception. Yoongi carefully placed the steaming pot of food over the ceramic table; several plates were already out, some filled with rice or tteokbokki. Hoseok was busy making more Iced Americano’s as Jin wandered around, observing the way the machine whirred.
“Can I have a glass of ‘Hope-ffee’?” Jin asked, fiddling with the buttons as Hoseok made his way to the sink.
“Sure Hyung, after I finish this one -”
The glass door was suddenly pushed open as Jungkook burst through with Bam in tow. In his grasp were numerous toilet training pads complete with wipes and what looked like a small spray bottle. Under his arm was the wooden holder for Bam’s water bowl, to which he situated by the water dispenser. In a flash, he hands Bam’s leash to to Yoongi, who blinked in apparent confusion. It wasn’t because Jungkook was flustered, it was because he was wearing his t-shirt inside out, sticking to his apparently damp skin, and mismatched slides, one from the merch, the other from FILA.
“Hyung, could you look after Bam for a second,” he asked, not really taking no for an answer as he dug in his pocket and revealed a crumpled bag of treats.
Yoongi said nothing, watching the younger man rummage in his bright purple shorts that were also inside out. Jungkook’s doe eyes surveyed the open kitchen space, much to the stunned looks of Hoseok and Jin. Deciding that the spot by the pillar was suitable, he smoothes one of the pads, corner to corner, then promptly rushing over to the sink, washing his hands and flapping them to dry. Hoseok flinched at the cold water droplets and Jin went over to Bam who was rubbing his shoulder against Yoongi’s leg. Jungkook waved cheerily and bowed his head in polite thanks, disappearing through the glass doors and jogging in the direction of one of the houses. Yoongi exhaled a sharp laugh, bending down to hold Bam’s face in his hands.
“Did you see what I saw?” Jin asked, on the verge of laughter himself, full lips spreading into a grin.
“Which part? The fact that he’s not even dressed properly or his dick fighting against his shorts?”
Hoseok laughter came from behind, followed by vigorous clapping the echoed due to the high ceilings as Jin straightened the pads and made sure that it fully unfurled. Yoongi gradually ran his nails along Bam’s head, who’s tail wagged enthusiastically, his tongue rolling out, sharp teeth descending from his mouth.
“Oh well, c’mon Bam! Yes, you’ve gotten so friendly haven’t you!”
The floor was a mess, the closet with shirts half-hanging on the hangers and Jungkook’s belongings were strewn all over the place, with a trail of shirts on the from the entrance all the way into the bedroom. So unlike him but he did leave in a hurry, returning in record time to shed the clothes he put on in haste.
“J-jungkook… hgnh, fuck,” you moaned, ass in the air, your thighs spread so wide and your pussy so wet, that your thoughts were a garbled mess. You could hear him chuckle from behind.
I can’t believe he’s teasing me now.
His fingers shoved themselves inside of you at a blinding pace, making your limbs tremble from holding yourself up. He varied the rhythm, twisting them, scissoring them, making you gasp as you rutted your hips to try and keep up. But he was relentless and you were dripping, feeling so exposed that strings of your juices coated his fingers making a loud squelches each time he plunged them deep in your pussy. Your thoughts were slipping past you as you felt your body meet the mattress, already so fucked out as you urgently rolled your hips, seeking more friction.
“Want me to stop?” He taunted, slowing his ministrations, forcing a frustrated whine past your lips. You furrowed your brows, the pleasure ebbing suddenly. Your mind grasped for words but all they came up with were his name, the word ‘Yes’, or the word ‘No.'
“N-no,” you sighed, slowing your hips since he had stopped, keeping his fingers in your tight cunt, flexing every so often, driving you to the point of frenzy. You were so close but Jungkook was a relentless tease, taking you the point before the peak then robbing you immediately when it counted.
You felt him grasp your hips, his fingers slipping out of your pussy so quickly that you were bewildered, flipped abruptly onto your back. Jungkook placed himself between your legs, his hands pushing your thighs down till you were spread before him. You found it in yourself to smile, flexing your pussy, forcing out your slick past your folds. Jungkooks’ mouth parted, his brown eyes turning glassy.
“Fuck,” he murmured, his grip on your thighs tightening as his palms forced you down, almost bending you in half.
“Jungkook…” you whined, jutting out your hips, prompting him. You saw how his tongue snaked out, pressing on his top lip. You nearly laughed in a delirious way. He was admiring you but all you could think about was his cock.
“How the fuck am I gonna last,” he asked, presumably to himself.
You smirked, biting your lip in anticipation. He swiped the condom, sheathing his cock, aligning it over your dripping core. You held your breath as he raised his hips, the head of his cock pressing against your pussy, making you hiss at the sensation.
“Fuck,” he groaned, sinking into your pussy, all the way till you gasped, feeling everything. The feeling was so acute, so pleasurable that it both of you took a moment to adjust. Jungkook closed the distance between you, kissing you deeply, drinking in your moans as he began to thrust, up and down, shallow then deep. You grasped the backs of your knees as his hands found themselves from the bed to your neck, keeping a light pressure, making your keen into him, your tits against his firm chest. Each thrust had your hips twisting, trying to get more of him, your moans forming into breathless gasps against his lips.
“H-harder,” you whined, your arms crossing over his neck, locking him against you. Jungkook smiled against your lips, biting your bottom lip teasingly, his cock nestled in your pussy as you begged for more.
“Harder?” He asked, raising himself up, his strong arms locking, the tattoos that ran the length of his right arm rippling from the effort. You clenched involuntarily at the sight, the way his features crumpled as a beat passed between you, the scrunch of his nose, the baring of his teeth, the mole at his bottom lip stretching as it curled into a snarl. Then, he tugged the condom, slipping out of you briefly, grasping your hips to drag you to the edge of the bed, your ass half hanging out. His strength always startled you, the sheets on your back creasing and uncovering the mattress below. Jungkook looked at you, suspending time for what seemed like an eternity, dark hair matted over his forehead, bare skin tanned and dewy. The silver of his earrings caught the light, the brow bar moving as his eyebrow twitched in anticipation. His eyes darkened as you raised your arms above your head, fisting the sheets, and wiggling your hips, unable to wait any longer.
“Jungk- oh fuck!”
The feel of his cock entering you so abruptly took the air from your lungs, his other leg coming up while the other stayed down for leverage. He was fucking you so hard that you didn’t know what to do with yourself, your nails dragging down the ridges of his chest, taut from effort as he grunted, his face a grimace, his dark hair begging to be tugged. His cock pistoned inside your velvet walls, again and again, your body vibrating from the assault on your senses that you tipped your head, seeing stars.
“Fuck! Fuck!” He grunted, his hand grasping your calf to press it against your chest, trapping the soft flesh of your tit. You gasped as he kept rhythm, his free hand coming up to grasp your hair, the pain elevating your pleasure, the tug against your scalp exposing your neck, his lips planting sloppy kisses as your nails clawed against his upper back, over the hard muscles, ridges and grooves that emitted pure heat, holding on as he pounded into you ceaselessly. His voice was muffled against your skin, Ah fuck, you’re so fucking good at taking all of me, fuck. His inhales were sharp, you were addicted, chasing that high, fingers sinking over firm skin. You were so wet that you coated his balls, the audible squelch turning you on so much that you moaned, the feeling of his lips along your skin and his cock plunging in your pussy so deep driving you over the edge, legs shaking from how hard he was going.
“Fuck Jungkook, you’re gonna make me cum,” you moaned, the tension snapping instantly.
That seemed to grant him a different energy and he broke from from your grasp, one of his hands coming to plant themselves at the side of your face, the other grasping the back of your knee only to press it down towards your chest. The mere sight of him fucking you so roughly made you bring your hand down between you, parting your pussy so your clit was exposed. He grinned, that same smug smile that greeted you across the room, so devious, he just knew how to give it to you. And he drove his hips down, keeping it there, making you feel so full that you came, your pussy spilling your juices, pulsing so violently that your moans descended into a strangled cry, your head tipped back, muscles stiffening as your hips twisted from the force of your orgasm, gushing hot and wet juices, inner walls contracting rapidly. Jungkook gasped your name, expletives flowing freely with abandon as your pussy clamped over his cock like a vice, his every muscle hardening as he raised his hips, ramming them back down, once, twice, three times.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” He growled, his cum pumping into the latex, you imagined the thick spurts against your velvet walls and your legs trembled from keeping them up.
He continued thrusting his cock into your soaked pussy shallowly, making your head spin from the oversensitivity. Small aftershocks wreaked havoc over your body as your breath left your lungs, feeling so warm, so satiated that you couldn’t have known anything else in that moment. He fucked you till you were pushing him away, half-laughing, half moaning as he rutted into you, his final thrusts making you both moan into each other lips. When he raised himself up, he pressed his forehead against yours, the only sound were your pants, your hearts thudding so hard that you were lightheaded. Skin on skin, sheets in disarray, your whimpers muffled on his chest, the salt of his skin on your tongue.
As your bodies went slack, you felt your bottom half nearly fall off the bed, awareness of reality coming back in waves.
“Jungkook, I’m slipping,” you protested and he grasped your hips, pushing you up the mattress, making you laugh and he moaned from how you clenched around his softening cock. When he rolled to his side, you both stared at the ceiling, completely and utterly fucked out.
The knock at the window startled you both and Jungkook groaned, getting out of bed to peer through the door. He burst out laughing, which prompted you to cover yourself with a sheet and walk from the bed. Yoongi was by the sliding doors, blonde hair all fluffy like spun gold, comically pressing himself against the glass pane, the pads of his fingers splayed, mouth opened in mock distress while Bam waited, his tail wagging eagerly.
“I think you’re due for your fatherly duties,” you laughed, craning your head back to see Jungkook shoving his foot in one of his shorts, sliding off the edge and onto the floor, surrounded by his clothes.
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burberryplaid · 6 hours ago
sweet love making w jk and him calling u pretty girl
☆ pairings: jeon jungkook x f!reader ☆ warnings: established relationship, unprotected sex (don't make a mistake, cover your snake), virgin!reader, sub!reader, soft dom!jungkook, profanity, oral sex
[bts masterlist | requests are open!]
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The second you had given Jungkook permission, your panties were gone, his fingers caressing your folds. You watched him visibly swallow before his pink lips were attached to your clit, sucking harshly. You groaned, legs attempting to swipe shut but his broad shoulders combined with the warning glance he gave you kept your thighs locked in place.
His tongue ventured south, prodding your weeping slit experimentally before slipping inside. He began thrusting his tongue in and out of you; the foreign — but pleasurable feeling making you whimper.
Your nails dug into the coarse material of the couch. Jungkook grabbed your ankles, throwing them over his shoulder. His warm hands ran up and down your thighs, fingers digging into your flesh. Slipping his hand between your legs, you were not prepared for his rough digits to push past your folds and into your cunt.
With a cry, your hands flew to his hair, tugging at the roots at the base of his skull. "Kook - please..."
He curled his fingers inside you in a come hither motion, enjoying the noises of pleasure that escaped your lips. He could feel how your walls fluttered around his fingers, indicating that you were close to finishing. He had imagined this moment several times. A part of him wanted to edge you before letting you cum later that night, but the sight of your fucked out face only pushed him to quicken his movements. This was your first time and Jungkook wanted it to be memorable.
"Are you gonna cum for me, pretty girl?"
A few unintelligible mumbles left your lips before your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your back arched. You felt a weird coil at the pit of your stomach tighten with ever stroke of his fingers. It barely took one glance at the smirk on his face Your walls clamped around him as you squirted all over his fingers.
The feeling was extremely foreign to you. Your legs were partially numb from the overwhelming sensation. You were too far in your headspace to notice the soft chuckle that left your boyfriend's lips, his arms wrapping around you and cradling you in his hold. He couldn't hold back from leaning over and kissing your soft pink lips.
You were left breathless as his tongue pressed against yours, teeth nipping at you bottom lip. Your fingers gripped the fabric of his hoodie pulling him closer despite the burning in your lungs.
"Are you sure you want to continue?" Jungkook mumbled as he laid you down. You nodded, scrambling to your knees (which proved slightly difficult since your legs felt like jelly) and tugging at his sweatpants.
"Yes I want to." You huffed, eyes widening when his cock sprung out. "Do you always roam around with no underwear on?"
"You're noticing this now?" He smirked, fingers pushing your hair back. You rolled your eyes, digits immediately wrapping around the thick base and pumping it a few times. You pressed a kiss on the tip, giving the slit a few licks before putting it in your mouth and bobbing your head. Hollowing your cheeks, you made eye contact with Jungkook. His head was thrown back in pleasure while his fingers tugged at the roots of your hair.
You had watched porn a couple of times but Jungkook was clearly bigger than anything you had seen. You had given up at taking him entirely in your mouth and resorted to using your hands on the parts you couldn’t reach. Jungkook however didn't think twice before pushing your head further making you gag. His hips jerked forward a couple of times, loud moans and curses leaving his lips before you felt warm spurts of his cum shooting down your throat.
"Fuck." He hissed when you swallowed, grabbing your hips and flipping you over. Your skirt rode up at the motion, a gasp leaving your lips when he pushed your hips up. You arched your back when you felt a sharp sting on your ass, hands reaching out to fist the sheets near your face when you felt his cock rub your soaked folds.
"Ready, baby?"
"Please." You whined, the ache between your legs driving you crazy. With a groan he pushed himself inside you, the stretch making you moan wantonly. "Jungkook..."
His cock fit inside you perfectly, and you could tell he felt the same with the soft caress of his fingers on your hips. His grip on your hips tightened when he pulled out of slowly before pushing into you again. You knew there would be bruises along your sides by tomorrow but you didn’t care, all that mattered at this moment was the way he was slowly thrusting into you, filling you up with his cock.
"Faster please." You begged, pushing your hips back.
"Anything you want, pretty girl." He mumbled, hands roaming up as he pulled you closer to his chest. You moaned at the feeling of his lips on your neck, while one hand dipped between your legs and circled your clit. His thrusts picked up pace, cock hammering in and out of you at a bruising pace. Your jaw slackened, letting him use you as you fell limp in his arms from the pleasure. He held you up with ease, continuing his ministrations. Your moans were music to his ears.
After a couple of more thrusts, he laid you down on your back, crawling over you before lining his cock with your entrance once again. Holding himself up with one arm, he used his other hand to pull your leg over his shoulder.
The new position made you see stars; white and black dots clouding your vision. Jungkook was able to reach deeper and hit all the right spots this way.
You clenched around his cock, on the verge of another orgasm. Your body spasmed with every jolt of his hips while your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you reached your climax.
Jungkook's movements slowly became sloppy from how your pussy kept sucking him in with a vice grip.
"Come for me baby." You mumbled, the fluttering of your walls pushing him over the edge. You felt the hot ropes of his cum paint your insides as he collapsed on top of you, exhausted.
"I love you." He panted, nuzzling into your neck.
You giggled. Your soft boyfriend was back. "I love you too."
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note: thank you so much for reading! i had this crazy idea where i'd turn this ask into a full fledged yandere step dad jk fic, but i've been too slumped to finish writing it :( i hope you guys enjoyed either way! take care and stay safe lovelies ~
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kookieswan · a day ago
Sweet Blood - Part I
Poly!Taekook x OccultStudent!Reader (f)
Word Count: 1.1k
Tags/Warnings: Fluff, Some humor. Jungkook is a mischievous little shit, Reader is a clueless occult student. 
Summary: Summoning a cute little nature spirit to fix one of your plants is a good idea… right?
Notes: Hehehehehehe I can’t wait to flesh out this series! It’s going to be heaps of fun 🩸
Series Masterlist here!
Tags: @jookiemonie @parkdatjimin Dedicated to you two lol ❤️ (If anyone else wants to be added just let me know!)
Setting all the candles up around the pentagram, you smile a bit as you gaze at the scene. Everything is set up perfectly to summon the spirit now. It did take forever to find the perfect matching red candles, but it would be worth it in the end. Getting involved in witchcraft had been an interesting venture so far, but everything will pay off in the end. Grabbing a longer lighter, you leisurely light all the candles before pulling back to take in the scene. It looks absolutely perfect.
Sitting down in front of the pentagram, you grab the bowl you set up earlier and dip your finger into it quickly. It’s mostly sweetened strawberry puree, but there’s a decent amount of your blood from a needle you pricked into your finger earlier. It should work fine; there’s no way you’re going to slice your whole hand open to get a bunch of blood. You memorized the sigil for the spirit early on, so you draw it exactly as it should be, nodding your head in satisfaction as you finish.
With that, you sit back and start to chant the Latin you also had to memorize quietly. The wind picks up behind you, wind gusting through the windows and causing the candles to flicker. As your chanting gets louder, your close your eyes to try and draw in more energy to call out to the spirt. Hopefully he would hear your prayers and answer to your call.
There’s an unexpected poof, and as you open your eyes the lights are suddenly out. Smoke quickly fills up the room, making it hard to see anything even with the moonlight streaming through your windows. You cough and sputter, trying to fan the smoke away from you. If the fire detectors go off, your fucked. There’s no way you can reach them.
As quickly as the smoke appeared, its gone, and the lights flicker back on. You blink a few times to try and adjust to the new lighting, only to let out a screech. There’s a man standing in the pentagram, hand on his hip, head cocked to the side. The candles burn brighter, flames flickering a deep red color as he cracks a few fingers before flickering out completely.
“Well, hello there sweetheart.” Scrambling backwards, your back hits the loveseat (which is insanely cute) that you bought last weekend. The man chuckles deeply, gaze unwavering as he looks at you with his black orbs. There’s no whites to his eyes, they’re just deep pits of nothingness. Looking closer, you notice the horns on top of his head, black and curved upward. His smirk widens, sauntering closer until he’s standing over you.
“So, you decided to summon a demon. What a smart human you are to do so, I can grant any wish you may think of.” The smirk remains on his face as he crouches downy, eyes level with yours now. He reaches out to touch you, but you slap his hand away, unsure of what his intentions are you. You notice vaguely that the tips of his fingers are tinged black, nails long and sharp as the just barely linger across your cheek. Either way, the smile remains on his face. He’s amused by you, slapping his hand away was quite the decision.
“No, I didn’t decide to summon a demon! You just popped out of nowhere like a creep.” A loud snort leaves him as he stands back up, slowly walking around the room. He picks up some of your things, looking at them with some sordid form of interest. You notice that he’s wearing all black, button-up shirt and slacks along with dress shoes. Apparently, the demon man takes his work quite seriously. He looks around a bit more before he settles in the kitchen and addresses you again.
“Oh yeah? So, what were you planning to summon then girl? Hmmm?” He grabs one of the cookies you made for the spirit and takes a bite. You don’t blame the demon; your chocolate chip cookies are to die for. Chewing thoughtfully, he waves the cookie around in the air and gestures for you to answer the question. Letting out a frustrated sigh, your cross your arms over your chest and huff out an answer.
“A spirit of nature! I wanted to cure my bonsai… It’s sick I think.” The man (demon?) stops mid-chew, slowly looking over to you again. He laughs once, twice, before he’s full-on cackling at the situation. You yell at him to stop, but he continues before making his way back to the pentagram in the middle of your living room. Wiping the cookie crumbs from his face, he stares at it quietly before the most sinister smile you’ve ever seen crosses his face.
“You’re aware that’s my sigil, right? I little shoddily drawn, but still mine.”  You gasp in disbelief, standing from your spot before running over to the kitchen island. Grabbing the book you bought off amazon from it, you flip to the tabbed page and bring it over to the pentagram quickly. The demon steps back quickly as you shove past him, raising his arms in surrender jokingly.
He’s right… You messed up a few of the corners, and instead of making them rounded, they’re pointed. How could you have been so stupid. Now instead of a nice friendly nature spirit, there’s a (sexy) demon man standing in your living room, probably getting ready to suck your soul out or something. Putting your face into your hands, you shake your head and attempt to figure out what to do.
“So. What can I do for you girl? You want me to, uh, fix up that tiny tree? It’ll only cost you your soul.” Raising your head from your hands slowly, you glare at him as harshly as you can muster. Your soul… to save a damn bonsai. You love your bonsai Gregory a lot, but not enough to sell your soul. Sorry Greg.
“I don’t believe I will. You can leave now, I won’t be needing your, uh, services.” Making a shooing motion with your hand, you turn around and walk over to poor Greg. How in the world are you going to make sure he’s alright? The man lets out a chuckle, and suddenly he’s behind you, hot breath fanning over your shoulder as he whispers into your ear.
“I don’t think so girl. You made a contract by summoning me, and I won’t be leaving till its closed. To close it, I’ll be needing your soul.”
“Well then, I guess you’ll be sleeping on the cute pink couch demon boy.”
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sunsetkook · a day ago
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🌟 miracle man 🌟
part 3: charming
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author’s note: masterlist is in bio! if you’d like to be part of the tag list, please send me an ask 🥰 i hope you enjoy! i promise there will be more jeongguk interaction soon 👀
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venusiangguk · 2 months ago
the art of doubting | jjk (m)
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>>pairing: jungkook x reader / dilf!jk x grocery store clerk!oc
>>genre: friends with benefits, smut, a lil bit of fluff, angst
>>word count: 17k -.-
>>warnings: dom jk, sub oc, age gap, dilf jk stuff: asking for permission, saying thank you, sexual tension, gross domestic flirting 🙄, push up kisses, orgasms, oc getting overwhelmed bc jock is too gewd <3, oral (m), rimming !!, mirror sex, one (1) spank, jreampie <3, tummy bulging (kinda? he presses on her tum to feel it?), praise, dirty talk, encouragement, showering together, kisses 😚, ex wife has arrived, mentions of divorce, a lil bit of sad talk about nari :(, nari is two now!!, misunderstandings, arguments, jk lowkey got some issues he needs to work thru lol, he thinks in extremes, oc is in love </3, a very drastic 180 occurs
>>notes: ex wife arrives and literally makes everything explode lmao
this is part of my dilf jk series that can be found on my masterlist
>>summary: seeds of doubt are planted and unfortunately they grow faster than love. things with jk fall apart.
Soft grunting groans filter through the air as you slowly make your way down the stairs to the lower floor. Not really a basement, more of an indoor workout cave.
Jeongguk’s shirtless on the bench, pulling weighted arms down on the machine, the muscles in his back rippling and straining with every pull down. He sees you in the mirror as soon as you walk in, his eyes lighting up and a small winded laugh puffs from his chest.
“Hey— hang on… almost— done…”
You shift on your feet a little, watching him through the reflection. The sight you see is a little too obscene to just be a work out, you feel like. He’s not sweaty yet, probably just started, but his face is a little red from the excretion, and his lats are on display as he does the repetitive workout over and over with clenched teeth and breathy grunts until his body gives out. He catches his breath for a moment, shakes his arms out.
“You shouldn’t leave your door unlocked,” you say, tiptoeing over to him and stepping over the plastic baby weight on the mat. “Also why do you do so many at once… looks miserable.”
Jeongguk laughs softly, looks up at you with his doe-eyes when you’re close enough to rest a hand on his shoulder. He’s warm to the touch.
“I usually don’t but I’m the only one here, and I knew it was you coming. Also my phone is charging upstairs so if you texted when you got here like normally, I would not have known.” he explains. “I tend to focus more on longer sets with lighter weights, than shorter sets with heavier weights because it helps keep muscles lean… I’m not trying to bulk up right now.”
You tell him that that makes sense even though you really have no clue. Just know that whatever he does to stay fit works. “Nari at her mom’s?” you ask.
He nods, standing up to go over to the pull up bar on the side of the machine. Wiping his hands on the tiny workout shorts he’s wearing, he jumps a little, and then wiggles his fingers on the bar to get a good grip. “All yours till Friday,” he says, cutely.
Rolling your eyes playfully, you correct him. “Till tomorrow afternoon. I have work… might get a raise soon.”
You wander around a little as Jeongguk goes on about how you should already be getting paid more considering you have a college degree, but you tune him out, knowing he’s trying to be on your side and make you feel better. A marketing degree won't get you far in a grocery aisle, and you both know that, but it’s sweet of him to try.
Instead, you opt to take in your surroundings. You’ve been all around his house of course, but you’ve not spent much time in the workout dungeon.
It’s fully equipped, and fully mirrored, with the flooring being that of wrestling mats to cushion dropped weights or baby stumbles.
On one side of the room there’s an elliptical, a treadmill, a rowing machine, a bench press, basically one of everything that you would normally see in a gym. But on the other side, blocked off by a baby safety gate, is a mini little workout zone filled with mini weights, those foam blocks that you normally find in a child’s gymnastics zone, and a little dance bar along the mirrored wall.
You smile, thinking about Nari holding onto the bar and doing that funny little squatting move of hers. “Are you going to put her in dance?”
He looks at you through the mirror, no longer doing pull ups, but just watching it seems. Seated on one of the benches with a water bottle in his hand, resting between his spread legs. “Ballet I think,” he says, “Me and her mom were talking about it. She thinks it’ll be good for Nari’s coordination…” He gives you a humorously exasperated look, “I just think she’ll look cute in a tutu. Though I suppose coordination would be helpful… she’s a bit clumsy.”
“She is only 2,” you point out, walking over to his side of the room again. “Was the party fun?”
It was on Saturday, just a few days ago. Jeongguk said it was fairy themed much like most of the baby’s things. You saw the pictures that he sent you, Nari adorned in a pair of tiny pink wings, her cake in the shape of a mushroom. The kids all got tiny bottles of ‘pixie dust’ to play with, shimmery bubbles floating through the air.
There was a woman in one of the pictures, blowing a bubble into Nari’s delighted face, her own smile matching that of the baby. She obviously wasn’t the focus of the photo, and you doubt that Jeongguk even realized when he sent it. But you already knew who the woman was anyway. The pictures around Jeongguk’s house were enough to tell you, even if he never explicitly stated it. And you know it makes sense and that it’s normal for her to be there, with Jeongguk at their daughter's birthday, but something settled into the pit of your belly when you looked at that picture. You haven’t been able to shake it yet.
Jeongguk’s voice brings you back. “Yeah it was fun, you got the pictures right?” He seems excited. You laugh a little, reminding that yes, you did see. You responded to them after all. He grins sheepishly as he goes to another machine, “Don’t be sassy, or I’ll eat the piece of cake we saved you.”
His sentence warms your heart. The fact that he was thinking about you, keeping you in mind. Reminds you of the bittersweet message you received from him on Saturday while he was at the party.
Wish you could have come
It took some effort, and you’ve done your best to not think about the fact that you could have, if he had asked you to. Saturday was your day off.
“What flavor is it?”
“Funfetti, obviously.” Jeongguk rolls his eyes, grunts quietly as he does another rep.
“Obviously,” you mime, with a small chuckle.
Conversation flows smoothly, just like always, everything seamless between you both. While most people wouldn’t probably get annoyed at someone hovering, Jeongguk seems happy to be near you, glad for the company. You sit beside him as he gets to the ground for some push ups.
He gets about three in before you’re laying flat on your back, boredom making a thought pop into your head.
“Do them over me.”
Jeongguk falters mid-way up, glancing at you with a suspicious look. “Why?”
“I wanna help,” you reason.
“Not sure being on top of you will be helpful,” he murmurs, but appeases you nonetheless, side walking on his hands and the balls of his feet until he’s over you.
You both give each other closed lip smiles as you try not to laugh. Jeongguk lowers himself, and you sneakily place a sweet kiss on his cheek.
“I knew you didn’t want to be helpful,” he says, his voice laced with faux annoyance. He does another one and receives another kiss. “You want to be distracting.”
“I’m not being distracting, I’m providing incentive.”
“I can’t even go all the way down, your tits are in the way.”
“You are so ungrateful.”
He smiles with his eyes as he goes down again, his nose brushing yours as he nuzzles into your cheek briefly. “And how are you providing incentive?”
You hum at the feel of his warm breath on your ear. “The longer you hold your plank, the longer you get to kiss me.”
“Who says I wanna kiss you?” he teases, voice soft as a feather as he does another push up.
“You always want to kiss me,” you tell him, just as quiet, tension radiating off of you as you readjust yourself, your legs opening so that the next time he drops down, he’s not just over you, but between your thighs as well. “And you haven’t yet…” you remind him as you drag your acrylics over his bare back, smiling at the way he shudders and at the way his arms buckle.
He grins, looking at you like you’re unbelievable, yet everything he wants right now. “Between you and Nari, I can never get anything done.”
You hum, “I just think you need to reevaluate your priorities, maybe.”
“And what do you think my priorities should be, __?” he whispers, eyes searching your face, lingering on your lips, a fond look coloring his features.
“Well, right now,” you start, looping your arms around his neck, “I think you should really focus on that plank, and on that kiss you’re dying to give me.”
Your teeth click before your lips lock because of how much you both are smiling.
But once lips lock, it doesn’t take much for Jeongguk to collapse onto you. Doesn’t even try to hold the plank, instead just melding his body to yours, the inside of your legs clamping around his waist. He goes from having his hands flat on the mat to bracing himself on his forearms, his knees hitting the mat between your legs. You use some of your weight to bring him closer, the slowly swelling front of his work out shorts pressing into the crotch of your leggings.
You work your hips, rolling them slowly up into him, in time with the slow, molten kisses he licks into your mouth.
Jeongguk’s always easy for you, but today he seems to be fighting himself, playfully fighting how bad he wants you. It’s the principle of the thing. To prove a point. The point being that you’re distracting, his weakness. His hips rolling into yours, only to pull back. He lips pressing hard against yours, only to pull back. Just for him to do it over again, just for him to give in like you both know he wants to and will. It's after a particularly hard rut against you that he peels his lips from yours, panting softly, how worked up he is so apparent in the way he can’t stop his hips.
“You’re going to kill me,” he whispers, his nose brushing against your cheek before he sinks his teeth into the apple of it like he just can’t help it, can’t get enough of you.
Your manicured hands cup his cheeks, as you nod and guide him back into a wet kiss. “Want you in my mouth,” you moan against his lips.
Jeongguk pulls back with a light blush on his cheeks. “Are you sure? I was just working out–”
A kiss cuts him off as you slowly start to sit up, him going with you. “Barely broke a sweat, and I don’t care,” you tell him, hands gripping at the elastic of his waistband, “just want you.”
Jeongguk laughs softly, grabs your eager hands, maneuvering to his feet and pulling you with him. It’s then that he strips you of your shirt, your bra. His hands come to cup your bare tits, rolling them in his palms as he brings his lips back to you, all while he toes off his shoes, as well as his socks with a little difficulty and stumbling, but not without sweet laughter filtering in through the kisses.
He makes his way down as he pushes your pants down, his lips latching to a nipple, making you mewl under the light flicks and the soft sucks, hands coming to his hair to keep your balance as you rid yourself from the stretchy material. His hair gets pulled when you’re free, and he’s biting his lip at the tugging when he blinks his eyes open to look at you again.
“Sit on the bench,” you tell him, hand slipping from his locks, and down to his flushed chest. You press lightly, backing him up to the benchpress machine that’s not too far behind him.
The bench is propped up, a reclined sitting position under the secured bar above, resembling more of a chair than the typical flat board of most bench presses.
He gingerly sits down, keeps his eyes on you the whole time, watching as you lower yourself to your knees, settling between his open ones. His cock is hard and pink, up and laying flat on his lower tummy. It pulses when you place your hand on his thighs, long nails running down.
You both smile a little because its funny in a stupid way, but your pussy pulses too, getting slick between you legs at the way Jeongguk responds to you. How eager he is for you, how the mere feel of your hands on his thighs is enough to make him throb in anticipation of what else is going to come, of how good you’re going to make him feel.
“Wanna make you feel good,” you say quietly. Your gaze flicking between his face and the flushed, shiny head of his cock in your hand.
He bites his lip when you slowly start to work your hand on him, his foreskin sliding over the wet tip of his cock, and when you rub the pad of your thumb on the under part of the head, you watch as his head tilts back, his eyes slipping shut, and his mouth exhaling a soft sigh. You squeeze your thighs together at the sight. Jeongguk is so responsive, pliant as he settles into the bench, hot and heavy in your hand.
“Put your mouth on it,” Jeongguk requests, eyes lazily shut.
When you oblige, Jeongguk sucks in a sharp breath, his back arching a little off of the bench behind him, his hips pulling back like the feel of your lips suckling on him is too much, too good.
You pull off with a little pop, holding his cock close smiling against his length. “Why are you trying to get away from me?”
Jeongguk gives you a crooked grin, looking down his nose at you with hazy eyes. “Keep going,” he says softly.
Humming against his length you begin to place heavy, wet kisses down his cock all the way to his balls. The kind where your tongue licks him before your lips suction softly. Then you lick all the way back up with the flat of your tongue, your lips wrapping around him, your head bobbing a few shallow times. Jeongguk keeps breathing those sweet, soft moans. So relaxed and relishing in the way you suck him off. He’s not pulling away anymore, instead trying to keep from bucking into your mouth, you can tell by the way his lower belly tenses.
When you go down a little farther, sucking his balls into your mouth, you moan at the way he whines, at the way his legs subconsciously open wider as you alternate between lapping at him, and teasing him with light circles from the tip of your tongue. He breathes praise, telling you how good it feels. It makes you want to make him feel even better.
His legs spreading wide for you gives you the idea to trail a little farther down, stray off the path of your usual blowjobs. You start with your fingers, something he’s used to and loves. Massaging that spot behind his balls with deliberate little pets, you moan softly when he pulls his legs back just slightly, barely lifting his feet off the ground so you can touch him better.
His brows are pinched, and his mouth is open in a silent moan, his expression one of pleasure and arousal as he brings his hand down to his cock. He slowly tugs at himself, watching as you bring your mouth back to his balls. He’s nodding, eager and encouraging, his hand speeding up.
“You’re–,” he moans, his head rolling back along with his eyes, “My baby.”
Laughing a little you pull back, focusing on just massaging him. He seems extra responsive today, his praise and sentences jumbled and hardly coherent.
“Keep licking,” he moans.
You hum, going to appease him but right before you suck his balls into your mouth you pause. He notices, brings his eyes to you with a questioning, needy gaze, his hand still working over his cock.
You place a chaste kiss to his balls and then one a little lower. Jeongguk jolts, and questions you with a gaze, but he doesn't stop you.
In all honesty, you don't know what you’re doing, have no clue why you even want to, but the desire to make Jeongguk feel good and curiosity spurs you on. He likes your fingers, maybe he’ll like your mouth there too.
Your eyes hold a question in them as you gently, wordlessly push his legs back some more, more of him on display than you’ve ever seen before. Jeongguk grows a little red, but his hand hasn’t stopped, and he just pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, watching you as you kiss on the backs of his thighs.
He’s tense, like he’s just waiting for you to do it. With your breath hot on his taint, you look at him once more, and he gives the slightest nod, permission to continue. His eyes are heavy and he licks over his red bitten lips, and when you press another one of your chaste kisses against him, his brows furrow and his mouth parts and he cranes forward, like he wants it so bad, is so eager that he can't contain it.
The first lick over him makes him gasp, and he breathes the most salacious, “Yeah–” as his legs get pulled back even more.
You smile at him with your tongue out, giving tentative licks to that spot he loves. Your hands are on his cheeks and you pull back some, looking at him with a grin.
Jeongguk groans, a laugh coloring it as his head falls back to the bench kind of like he’s a little bashful about being so worked up. His free hand pushes through his hair before rubbing over his face, eyes finally meeting yours again. “You’re so hot down there,” he tells you.
You purr, pressing your thumbs into his cheeks opening him up a little more. A quick wet lick is placed over his hole and he breathes out a harsh sigh, craning his neck so he can look at you, his tummy tensed.
“Is this what you want?” you murmur against him, getting a little more confident, the tip of your tongue flicking over the cinched muscle.
“Yeah, fuck…” he whispers.
The hand he has on his cock squeezes at the base for a second before he makes a ring with his thumb and index finger focusing on the tip of his cock with quick little strokes. The hand he doesn’t have busy pulls his thigh back a bit more.
As your tongue works over him, he chants over and over again, tells you how hot you look, how good your mouth feels, how wants you to keep going. It’s when you point your tongue a little, just barely pressing into his rim that his hand goes to the back of your head.
He holds your face to his ass, pushes you into him as he melts into the chair, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths that lilt up at the end.
“Good girl,” Jeongguk moans, his eyes blinking open hazily as he looks down at you again.
Your eyes smiles at him as you continue to work your tongue, little wet noises willing the air as you eat him out. When he removes his hand, you lick from his hole to his balls, repeating the action a few times, making Jeongguk almost tremble.
“Your dirty girl?” you ask him quietly in response to the praise he just gave you, giving him tiny little kitten licks over his hole.
He gives you a lustdrunk smile, licking over his lips. “Yeah, all mine.”
“What do you want?” you kiss into his taint, eyes big as you look up at him.
“Just a little more,” he whispers, his thumb spreading the precum leaking from his tip.
You get a hold of the hand on his pulled back thighs, guide it back to the back of your head once again. “Take it then,” you tell him, “take more from me.”
Jeongguk lets out a shaky breath, biting his lip as he pushes your mouth back to his hole. “Look so hot licking my ass,” he breathes, barely audible over the wet licks you’re giving him. He kinda shakes your head, his brows furrowed and his jaw clenched as he sucks a breath through his teeth. “Oh my god–”
When you point your tongue and press past the little resistance, Jeongguk’s mouth drops open and his brows arch upwards, and his eyes roll a little before he squeezes them shut, pushing and pulling on your head just barely, making your tongue fuck him.
It's kind of abrupt when he pulls you back by the hair, his legs coming down again. It’s abrupt when he kisses you. Deep, his tongue licking into your mouth like he doesn't care that you were just licking into him, making him pant, making his cock leak. It’s abrupt when he breaks the kiss. He’s still close, breathing you in, giving you one last soft little peck before he leans back again, his demeanor expectant.
Both of his hands are on your head, and he’s guiding you down, taking what he wants from you just like you told him to. His cock is so hard, flushed and angry looking as it stands, just waiting for your mouth.
It's a swift and quick motion when he pushes your head down, the tip hitting the back of your throat almost immediately. He whines softly, and rocks his hips up while pulling you down onto him, glucking noises filling the air as he fills your mouth.
His length and girth are a lot to take, your eyes prickling with tears as he holds your head down, but when you hear him whisper, so desperately, “Love when you choke on my cock,” it’s so worth it.
He sounds so unabashedly fucked out, like your mouth is the best thing he’s ever felt, like it's the only thing he ever wants to feel for the rest of his life. He’s being a little rougher with you, a little more crude with his words like he’s losing himself in you, losing his control. It makes you moan around him, wanton and needy.
His hips start to fuck up into you mouth again, his hands holding your head in place, keeping you from pulling away. He knows you wouldn’t have, always so well behaved, almost obedient in the way that you please him. But, even so, he just likes having his hands on you, likes feeling the way you struggle to take him.
“That’s a good girl…” he groans, soft and focused, his hips snapping up again. “You’re such a good girl…”
He holds you down once more, shakes your head by the hair so that his tip rubs against your throat, and then he’s pulling you up, kissing you filthily again, not even giving you time to properly catch your breath.
“Get against the mirror,” he says against your lips.
The heat from your hands makes the glass under your hands fog up, and the heat from Jeongguk behind you makes you flush, the heaviness of his cock rutting against the swell of your ass as he wastes no time getting into position.
At the first feel of his tip rubbing between your folds, grazing over your clit, you gasp and your arms buckle. Your legs spread naturally, but Jeongguk makes a tutting noise, and rests one palm on the outside of your hips, the other between your shoulder blades applying light pressure.
“Keep them together, but bend a little– yeah, perfect,” he breathes.
He takes a step back, looks at your ass pushed out for him, your puffy pussy peeking out from between your legs with your clit tucked inside. You’re drippy, shiny and smooth, your slick leaking out, making it sound lewd and wet when he pushes inside.
Your head hangs at the first thrust, Jeongguk pushing in slow but with a steady motion, and you exhale a soft puff.
He keeps his hips against your ass, his cock sheathed by your pussy. His hands grabbing and squeezing, roaming over your body while he waits just a bit for you to get used to him inside of you. Then he’s pulling out, just the tip of his cock still tucked inside, before he fucks into you hard and fast. It knocks the breath out of you, makes your hands on the mirror slip a little.
“F-fuck,” you whisper, your head still hanging, eyes squeezed shut as he fills you up.
Jeongguk’s eyes go from watching his cock slide into you, to the mirror. He moans, the contrast of his tattooed arm on your bare back as he rocks his hips into you is so pretty, just like the way that your shoulder blades push out, how your tiny waist feathers out to the swell of your hips. The fatty part of your hips ripples and pillows against him everytime he thrusts, dull slaps echoing with the whiny moans he punches out of you with his cock.
“Look baby,” he tells you.
It takes a little bit of effort, but when you lift your head, you’re met with a disheveled, messy version of yourself. There’s tears in your eyes, the feel of Jeongguk’s fat cock pushing and pulling in and out of you is overwhelmingly good, his girth rubbing against the sensitive walls of your cunt. Your makeup is messy, your under eyes dark with smudged mascara, the coverage around your mouth and on your nose completely gone, your lips kissed swollen and red.
Eyes moving to Jeongguk behind you through the mirror, you see the way he’s watching you watch him. Watching as your expression changes, how your eyes flutter when he hits that spot inside of you that makes your knees lock, makes your breath stutter and your brows furrow in pleasure.
“There,” you breathe, “God, you make me feel so good, baby.” Your hands slip down the mirror again, the force of his thrusts and the pleasure that’s curling in your belly already making it hard to hold yourself up. You squeeze your eyes shut to keep the tears from spilling over.
Jeongguk picks up the pace of his hips, his hands gripping yours, his thumbs digging into the little dimples at the bottom of your back, a perfect match, like they were placed there just for him. It’s almost like your body was meant for him, crafted with him in mind, fitting together so flawlessly that it’s hard for him to remember there were people before you, people that made him feel good before you did. Because when he’s inside of you, when he’s with you, it’s like that’s all there is. Just an endless loop of you and him, you and him, no beginning or end, no past or future, like the world is only as big as the room you’re in.
“Faster– getting close...”
Your voice echoes in his ears, and he realizes that his thrusts slowed while he got lost in thought. He clears his throat, gets back to work, back to fucking you like he means it, it’s the last time he ever will.
“You always cum so fast when I fuck you like this,” Jeongguk muses, biting his lip when he sees the way your tits jiggle in the mirror.
He expects you to be snarky, make a comment about how he’s smug, too cocky, but instead you nod your head, hands forming fists against the mirror. It’s airy and sexy when you say, “Yeah, you fuck me the best, love your cock… wanna cum for you…”
And it reminds him of the first time he fucked you. How you said more or less the same thing.
“Yeah, wanna fuck you all the time. Love your fat cock…”
That was 6 months ago. It’s not that long but it is at the same time. It feels like only a few seconds and a lifetime in the same breath. Jeongguk feels something stir in his belly, something mix with the steady build up.
“Yeah?” he asks, his voice soft and dreamy– almost fond, juxtaposing the way he’s fucking you. “What do you say?”
You wait a few moments for your body to get there, your head falling again like it's getting hard to support yourself. You’re chanting softly; pornographic ‘yeah’s’ and lewd mewls spilling from your lips nonstop.
“Fuck…” you start, “can I… can I cum?”
It sounds like it's hard for you to form words, so it's a little mean of Jeongguk to spring something new on you. But he can’t help himself.
“Who are you asking?”
A confused sound that turns to a moan at the tailend colors the air.
“Who am I, baby? What should you call me when I’m fucking you like this?” Jeongguk asks, patient and gentle.
You say the first thing that pops into your head.
A sharp slap echoes in the room, and you’re sure there’s a red palm print on your ass. You cry out, whiny as Jeongguk leans over you, his voice in your ear.
“You know better than that,” he says, a little out of breath, but still stern. “Try again. Be polite.”
At this point you’re so close that you’re crying softly, your knees turning inward as you squeeze your legs together as if that will keep your orgasm at bay until he says you can cum. You try to listen to his words, connect the dots and finally it comes to you.
“Sir–” you gasp, “Sir, can I cum?”
Jeongguk groans a little, feels his cock jerk inside of you, the title making that hot feeling burn within him.
“Yes,” he moans, “Look at yourself while you do, want you to see how pretty you look when you cum just from my cock.”
Hardly able to keep yourself up at all, even with the help of the mirror, you tell him in a whiny voice that you can’t, that it’s too hard.
You hear him coo before your world spins a little bit, Jeongguk wrapping an arm around your tummy, pulling you to his chest. His body is burning behind you, and his breath is hot in your ear as he pants, his hips punching into you from behind. The arm that he doesn't have wrapped around your torso comes up, forearm resting between your tits, fingers getting a hold of your jaw making you look straight ahead.
The sight looking back at you is indecent. So filthy that you and Jeongguk both falter, a soft moan echoing in unison.
“Look at you,” Jeongguk purrs.
“Please,” you cry, simply because you don't know what else to say, overtaken with pleasure.
“I already said you could cum, baby,” he reminds you.
And it's like it's all too much and not enough at the same time. Like the push and pull of his cock into your cunt is too good yet exactly what you need, like his hands on you are overstimulating but without them you wouldn’t feel that safety, that feeling of being adored and taken care of. Like his voice in your ear encouraging you is too nice but if he stopped talking to you you wouldn’t know wouldn’t know what to do, that it’s okay.
“Jeongguk,” you cry. Like actually cry. No longer able to hold in the tiny, overwhelmed sobs.
He presses into the side of your head, kisses you as well as he can when he’s jackhammering his hips into your cunt. He shushes you, and his hold on your jaw softens, his other hand petting over your front soothingly. “I know, baby, I know,” he coos.
And it just makes you cry harder. “I can’t– It’s– it’s too much–”
“Yes you can,” he whispers hotly, his eyes on you in the mirror. “You can do it, be good, cum for me…”
He uses the hand he has on your front to press you back into him, closer if that were even possible, but with the slight pressure on your lower belly he feels something.
The moan that falls from his lips is so shameless and lewd. It’s not loud, but more of a soft, wondrous keen.
His cock thrusting into you can be felt with the light push into your belly, and it unlocks something in him. He grabs one of your hands that’s clutching at his forearm and brings it down, his own hand on top of yours pushing so you can feel his cock inside of you too.
“Feel that?” he asks, nipping at your ear lightly, “So hard for you, so deep that you can feel me through your belly... Let go for me, baby, wanna feel you cum on my cock while I can feel myself inside you from the outside.”
Maybe it’s feeling him from the outside, or maybe it's the way he always manages to keep that soft, gentle way with you no matter what. Even if he gets worked up, losing himself a bit– he never leaves you, never becomes too harsh or rough. He’s always the perfect mix of both, and that’s what makes the pleasure that’s been ebbing in you wash over your body.
You tremble in his arms and soft, desperate whimpers get exhaled as you cum. No warning, but Jeongguk knows, feels the way you contract around him as he slows his hips a little, giving you longer, unhurried thrusts. He lets you bathe in it, the dreamy, dizzying high that makes you delirious as you thank him with teary words.
“That’s my girl, so good for me all the time… knew you could do it,” he says, his hips gradually starting to pick up again, his thrusts sloppy.
Vision is a little blurry when you blink your eyes, but the sight of Jeongguk wrapped around you, his face in your neck biting and moaning into your skin–
“Please cum inside of me,” you beg.
“Yeah, gonna–” he tells you, his teeth sinking into that spot between your shoulder and neck. You gasp when he sucks, knowing that there will be a mark, and you bring your hand up to his hair, keeping him close.
Jeongguk switches from those harsh sucks and bites to sweet kisses up your neck to your jaw. His fingers on your face urge you to look over your shoulder, and the distance between your lips and his is too small, too tempting for him to not take it.
He kisses you, desperate just like his thrusts are becoming until he's right at the crest.
“Gonna cum,” he pants against your lips, his hand on your tummy still pushing to feel himself.
You nod, still looking at him behind you, placing soft kisses on his lips at first and then wherever you can reach until he succumbs to the pleasure, his eyes closing and his head lulling back a little before he’s pressing into your sweaty hair, like he wants to hide yet stay close to you. He cums with a gasp, cock buried deep, throbbing with every shot of white that paints you from the inside.
As soon as he catches his breath, he kisses you.
He kisses you again and again and again.
There’s something so intimate… so vulnerable about letting someone wash you.
When there’s no ulterior motives laced with sex or lust. Just gentle touches, pure in the way they take their time with lathering up even the simple, boring parts of your body. Paying special mind to your hands, your calves. Behind your ears, your shoulders.
Jeongguk’s touching you like you’re sunshine.
Like he’s savoring the warmth of your body under his fingertips even though it's too hot in the shower.
He’s touching you like you’re the perfect day, one so perfect that he’s scared it will pass by before he can enjoy it.
He’s touching you with so much care and attention and it feels so good that it’s blissful. It feels so– it feels like when you’re a little kid and you return to the comfort of your home after a long day, to the familiarness of your bed, to everything that makes you feel safe.
It feels like your favorite memory. The one you keep adding onto because the details have gotten fuzzy, but you clutch onto it because it's too precious to let go of.
It feels like a–
It feels like–
Jeongguk takes his time with you.
It feels so good that it’s almost overwhelming in a way that you’ve never experienced before. It feels so good that tears sting behind your eyelids, so different from the tears you shed earlier.
He delicately untangles your hair, gets out all the knots he put in it. He cups your face, gently rubbing the pads of his thumbs under your eyes, getting the makeup off as best he can. He’s careful when he’s suds up your body, mindful of the light blossoms that he planted into your skin. The violet on your neck pulses under the care, a bloom that’s pretty, a bloom that aches, a bloom that feels good.
He’s adoring, he’s soft, he’s bliss.
When his lips kiss your cheek, it's almost platonic, simply because it lacks desire. It sounds bad, embarrassing maybe, that he’s not desiring your naked body in front of him, but it’s not– it’s something new and it's so incredibly wholesome. His kisses are so sweet, so pure, so innocent and just an expression of caring rather than wanting that it makes you want him in a way that scares you.
After the final rinse, you kiss his cheek. Hope and yearn that he can feel half of what he made you feel. You hope he knows what you mean when you say quietly, “Thank you.”
“Wear this one, you look good in white.”
Jeongguk has a fluffy grey towel tied around his hips, lingering water droplets disappearing when they trek far enough down his torso. And you’re scrunching your hair in a matching towel, warm from the heated towel rack. The atmosphere in his bedroom is warm too, soft and comfortable, sweet like a cup of hot tea.
He’s got one of his white shirts scrunched in his hands, ready to dress you. Quiet laughter putters from your lips as you reach your hands up and into the arm holes as he pulls the neck hole over your head. When you pop out Jeongguk is close enough for you to kiss him, so you do.
“We’ve kissed so much today,” he says thoughtfully, turning and digging in his drawers. Instead of taking care of himself, he finds a pair of your lounge shorts that you left here.
“I know, how gross,” you say with playful disgust in your tone, as you take that and step into the shorts. Panties are unnecessary apparently, since he doesn’t hand you one of the stray pairs you know are in his dresser.
He hums walking into the bathroom. “It’s nice, I like kissing you.”
You roll your eyes following him. Hopping onto the counter you watch as he does his skincare. “We already had sex, no need to butter me up, sir.”
The corners of his mouth turn up just barely as he tries not to smile, hardly glancing at you as he dabs his moisturizer in.
“I like it when you’re around,” he says simply.
Heat rushes to your face, and your heart beats loud in your ears and something feels so different.  
So of course you just change the subject.
“I’m so glad we ordered food before the shower.” You place a hand on your belly, “I’m so hungry.”
“Hopefully you clicked the right stuff, since you were, you know, a little distracted… seeing as we were kissing… so much… because I like to kiss you...”
“Do you want a kiss right now? Is that why you’re being annoying?”
He makes an offended expression before immediately going back to his normal face, tinted with faux nonchalance. He shrugs his tattooed shoulder, tapping the cream in. “I wouldn’t object to a kiss or two…”
And so he gets a kiss or two or three, soft, giddy little pecks.
He pulls away, and just looks at you for a few seconds, doe-eyes dancing across your features before falling and lingering on the lovebite he left that’s peeking out. The neck of his shirt is too big, hanging loose. His hand comes up and he fingers at the material like he’s thinking of straightening the shirt out for you.
He doesn’t, instead bringing the hand to your jaw, making you tilt your head, looking up at him.
“You’re so pretty,” he says, his thumb gliding on the apple of your cheek.
Your eyes fall shut, content. A lazy smile laces your words when you say, “Thanks.”
Cute kissy noises ring in your ears until they don’t, the doorbell taking their place.
You pull away so fast that Jeongguk is almost insulted. Jumping from the counter you squeal about the food, tapping his toweled butt on the way out of the bathroom, telling him to hurry up and get dressed as you rummage through your purse for your wallet.
“Wait I’ll pay,” he says, finally dropping his towel and snagging a pair of briefs.
“It’s okay!” you call over your shoulder, speed walking to his front door.
The walk from Jeongguk’s bedroom isn’t too long, but your thoughts are fast, running a mile a minute. The thought of how good today has been, how easy it is to be with him. How whenever you’re with him you find that your cheeks hurt when you go home, laughter constant, and smiles ever present. You think about how warm his home is, how warm he is, how being with him is a comfort that you’ve come to crave.
The smile that is on your face is unconscious, the remnants of the soft emotions swirling in your chest, feeling like you’ve finally pinpointed what's so different about today.
When you open the door, that lingering smile falls and that hazy feeling evaporates.
In front of you is not a delivery guy.
It’s the woman from the pictures. The framed one in the hallway, the one on top of Nari’s dresser, the one in the photo albums Jeongguk let you browse through when you wanted to see his daughter as a newborn. It’s the same woman that was in the picture he sent you.
And your heart drops when you take her in. You knew she was pretty, but the pictures don’t even scratch the surface. Even when her features are pulled in perturbed confusion, she’s beautiful. She’s put together, long dark hair styled and sleek, make up done minimally but elegantly, her parted lips a sheer coral. Her straight, dark brows are furrowed causing a slight wrinkle between them. It looks out of place, an imperfection that doesn’t belong.
Her sharp eyes scan you, both of you just kind of standing there in the doorway, taking the other in. They go from your wet hair, to your face, down to where Jeongguk’s shirt hangs loosely off your shoulder. Her gaze hardens as she lingers there for just a moment, before directing dark eyes back at you.
It feels like it’s been hours, that you both have been there, but in reality it's not even a minute. She looks like she’s going to say something, but the impatient baby in the woman’s arms makes herself known.
At the high pitched squeal that Nari lets out, you snap out of it, plastering a smile on your face. The little one is smiling, clearly excited to see you, her doe-eyes curling and getting mini puffs under them. When she leans away from her mom, arms reaching out towards you, it’s instinct when you go to take her from her mom.
“Hi! Sorry Gguk’s in–” You falter, arms raised halfway, when Nari gets pulled out of reach.
The woman doesn’t go as far as taking a step away from you, but she turns at the waist kind of putting herself and some distance between you and her baby. As you let your hands fall in timid, jerky movements, you look between the two in front of you, and Nari’s doing the same, a cute confused expression on her face like she doesn’t know why she wasn’t allowed to play with you.
And it’s not like you blame Nari’s mom. It’s very apparent that she has no clue who you are. If anything you think it’s good that her mom is protective enough to not just hand Nari over to someone she doesn’t know. It makes sense, but it stings.
“Ba?” Nari babbles, to her mom.
The woman’s cold gaze breaks at the sound of her daughter's voice, and morphs into one of quiet love as she directs her eyes to the baby, giving her a soft smile. She bounces Nari a little on her hip, and Nari giggles. When they are looking at each other, their profile resemblance is striking. Of course Nari’s features are still baby soft, but it's obvious that they have the same nose. Small, slightly upturned. The same lips too; plump with the upper lip almost rounded.
“Who is this, Riri?” she asks her baby playfully, her eyes finding you again at the tailend of her sentence.
She’s smiling, but her eyes are stony, guarded, as she looks at you expectantly.
“I’m __– I’m a uh… a friend of Jeongguk’s?”
Her eyes narrow for a fraction of a second when you say ‘friend’ and the coolness she’s emitting is enough for you to call for Jeongguk for your shoulder, needing the comfort of him. The woman in front of you is intimidating in a way you don’t think you could ever achieve. It’s something about the way she carries herself, so collected and aloof, like she’s mastered the art of keeping it together.
And you’re not scared of her, not really. But what are you supposed to do in this situation other than call for Jeongguk?
At the thought of him, you hear his voice come from behind you and when you turn, you see him walking out of his room, bottom half clothed in dark joggers, his top half bare as he clumsily pulls a shirt over his head.
“Do you need cash for the ti–” When his wet head of hair pops out of the neck hole, and he sees not one girl in front of him, but three, his voice cuts out, and he slows as he takes in the scene before him. You see how his chest expands as he takes a deep breath, like he’s preparing himself before quickening his pace.
Nari starts to kick in her mom’s hold when she sees her dad approaching, excited little gasps puffing out of her.
“Hi, little flower,” Jeongguk coos, smiling wide as he brings his hand up, tickling Nari’s neck, making the baby squirm and curl in on herself as she bubbles out a giggle. “Dasom,” he says as a greeting to his ex-wife, as takes his place next to you, his hand settling on your lower back for just a moment, like he’s letting you know he’s there.
Dasom lets the corners of her lips turn up slightly as she says, “Jeongguk.”
“What are you doing here?” he asks. You can tell he’s trying to keep his voice neutral.
“Something came up at work. I have to go to the headquarters a few cities over for a few days,” Nari grabs at the dainty necklace she’s wearing, and Dasom gently untangles her little fingers, offering her her wrist instead. A heavier, more sturdy piece of jewelry keeps Nari busy. “I texted you hours ago letting you know I was on my way.”
“I was busy. I didn’t have my phone on me,” he explains.
Dasom looks between you both. The freshly washed hair on both your heads, the mark on your neck. The too-big, white shirt you have on that’s clearly not yours. “I can see that,” she replies coolly.
And suddenly you feel so out of place, so uncomfortable. Standing between two people who used to share the home you’re surrounded by. Two people who share the sweet baby girl that’s content babbling to herself. Two people who were married, who were in love, who have so much history together. You know it’s mildly absurd, because they’re divorced, but you feel like you’re intruding, like you’re doing something wrong.
You’re just about to excuse yourself when Jeongguk sighs, runs a frustrated hand through his hair, reaching out and taking Nari from her mom. “__, can you take Nari and wait for me in the playroom?”
“Daaa,” she peeps happily in her dad’s big arms, as he hands her off to you.
“Kook–” Dasom says, uneasiness lacing her tone.
“She’s fine Dasom, she’s been with __ many times,” Jeongguk says with a finality to his tone.
Dasom says her goodbyes to Nari, a tense silence falling over the house as you walk away with the baby. It’s not till Dasom thinks you’re far enough away that she speaks up.
“Who is that, Jeongguk?”
Jeongguk shuts his eyes roughly when he hears a hint of confused hurt in her voice. He can tell she’s trying to mask it, but he’s known her for a long time. Remembers clearly what it sounds like, memories of all the painful talks preceding the divorce edging on his conscience.
“She’s a friend,” he sighs.
“How old are your friends these days?” Dasom questions, confusion turning to judgement– obvious in her tone and her stance, her arms crossing over her torso.
Jeongguk hangs his head and scrubs his hands over his face. “How was Nari?” he asks, trying to change the subject.
His ex has different plans. “How old is she?”
He looks up at her sharp tone, a surprised color to his features. He looks over his shoulder towards the playroom before he turns back to her, a soft incredulous scoff leaving his lips. “She’s old enough, and I’m not doing this with you. So if you don’t have any updates–” His hand is on the door in the process of inching it closed when Dasom interrupts him.
“You know,” she starts, “I never thought I’d have to worry about this with you. Thought you’d be able to keep your personal and parenting lives separate.”
And she knows exactly which buttons of his to push; of course she does. She was married to him for years, knew him better than anyone else at one point in time. She knows that insinuating that he is a lacking parent, that he doesn’t always put their daughter first, will irk him enough to pull a reaction out of him.
It’s purposefully done– vindictiveness an ugly side of his ex that doesn’t come out of her often, only when she’s hurt and wants to hurt back. Or at least it didn’t happen often. It’s been over a year, and people change.
“Are you sure you want to debate which of us has trouble separating and balancing things when you’re the one dropping our daughter off in the middle of your week with her, to go to work?” he asks, his tone icy. He knows her well too. Knows it’s the same insinuations that hurt him, that cut her as well.
Anger colors Dasom’s features as she takes a step closer to Jeongguk, her head tilted a little as she looks up at him. “I do it for her. To provide for her. You know that,” she spits, “And I keep my lovers away from her while I’m at it.”
Jeongguk laughs, like he can’t believe he’s having this conversation. “I’m sure you do, Dasom,” he pauses, debating on whether to add what he’s thinking. “And for the record, I don’t have ‘lovers’. I’m only seeing one person.”
“And are you planning on committing to her? Making it long term?”
Caught off guard doesn’t even really begin to cover the whiplash-like feeling that Jeongguk experiences when he hears the question.
He hesitates, flounders a little. He cares about you, likes you so, so much. And he’s not stupid– he knows that he feels something for you that’s vastly different from what he’s felt for the others before you but– you’re young. So young, with your whole life ahead of you. Meanwhile, he has his life already booked for the next 16 years, at least. He’s never really let himself think about things long term, because it just doesn’t seem realistic. Asking you to commit to not only him, but a two year old as well? It seems selfish to ask that of you, like an unintentional trap that steals your freedom. He can’t ask for that. He won’t.
Dasom looks disillusioned, like she really did expect better from Jeongguk. “I didn’t think so. You’re not even dating her... She’s your ‘friend’?” she asks.
Jeongguk just looks at her with pursed lips and pinched brows.
“And when you’re not ‘friends’ anymore, Kook?” she asks again, “Are you just going to bring another ‘friend’into Nari’s life for her to get attached to just for them to leave again? And what about when she’s older? Do you want her thinking that’s what women do? Come and go?”
Dasom’s words are exaggerated and extreme– she doesn't know the circumstances between you and him, doesn’t know that it was Nari that introduced you to one another, so waiting to introduce you and his daughter wasn’t an option. And it’s not like Jeongguk is ever going to have a legion of women filtering through his home.
But the point is made all the same.
“No, of course I don’t want that,” he says defeated, as he tilts his head back for a moment, letting his eyes shut.
“Yeah, me either,” she says. Her voice lacks the judgment it held at the beginning of the conversion, being replaced by blasé melancholy. “So I hope she gets it out of your system. Please drop Nari off next Friday, just like always.”
Turning on her heel, Dasom makes to leave before she stops abruptly. She takes a deep breath with her head tilted back, before she’s looking down, like she’s tired. Like the fight with Jeongguk took a lot of her. She pulls a folder from her bag, turning back around and presenting it to Jeongguk.
“For Ri’s speech…” she says softly, “I took her to another speech pathologist yesterday. This one said try doing signs during meals. ‘All done’. ‘More’...” Dasom does the signs haphazardly waving her hands about. “Doctor said it...” She takes a deep breath, and laughs halfheartedly, and Jeongguk can see how she’s tearing up. “Well, like all the other doctor’s we’ve taken her to, they said it may help.”
Her eyes are glassy when she looks at him, and Jeongguk’s heart aches because he knows exactly how she feels.
The anxiety and constant worry you feel over your child’s well-being is one of the hardest things to navigate because you have to keep it together and not let yourself get defeated. You have to come to terms with the fact that sometimes there’s things that, as a parent, you can’t fix, and that sometimes you can do everything right and still have things go wrong– things that may never be able to go right.
He knows that there is an unexplainable guilt, that there’s always that little voice in the back of your head that tells you that maybe if you had done this, then that wouldn’t have happened. It’s a horribly helpless feeling, wanting nothing more than to make things better for your child, and not being able to.
“She’s fine you know,” he says softly, “she’s just taking her time.”
Dasom tries to nod, but she breaks. Her hands come up to cover her quivering chin and quiet her soft cries. She buries her face in her palms as her shoulders tremble.
“Hey, hey,” Jeongguk whispers, reaching out and pulling her to his chest. Her hands are still covering her face, so his arms circle around her as a whole and he rests his chin on her head and lets her cry, his own eyes stinging.
It’s only a minute or two that Dasom weeps against his chest. She’s then pulling away with a deep breath, blowing it out in that soothing way trying to calm herself, trying to regulate her breathing. She laughs, airy like she’s embarrassed, as she taps under her eyes, trying to save her makeup as best she can.
“Ah… sorry about that,” she says, “Haven’t cried in a while so that was bound to happen sometime soon.”
Jeongguk laughs quietly before he muses, “She can say juice now.”
Dasom rolls her eyes playfully. “Yeah… Joofs.”
They both laugh together, for a moment, a few moments, until it tapers off naturally. Leaving soft wistful smiles on their faces.
“Drive safe, Som-ie.”
“Yeah… Joofs.”
The laughter that echoes from Jeongguk’s foyer feels like a punch in the gut after everything that you’ve heard. All the things you felt earlier seem stupid and childish in hindsight.  
And yeah, you don’t blame Jeongguk for staying quiet when Dasom asked if he wanted to commit to you because that’s not something you guys have even touched on, but when he stayed silent as she went on about you just being his ‘friend’? Alluding to you just being a lay for him, just something he needs to ‘get out of his system’? Something disposable and unimportant?
You had at least expected him to defend you.
To tell her that while you may not be his girlfriend, you are important to him. More than a quick lay, more than just a young girl he needs to fuck out of his system. Because you know that’s exactly what she thinks you are. And what she thinks doesn't matter, not really, but if that’s what Jeongguk thinks?
Part of you knows that there’s no way that Jeongguk thinks that. That if he did, this thing between you both would have fizzled out by now or at least been harder to deal with. But that’s never been the case. It’s always been good with him, easy.
If he thought that way, he wouldn’t have been so worried in the beginning and would have instead jumped at the chance to get into your pants. You weren’t exactly subtle back then– there were plenty of opportunities for him to come onto you. But it literally took you throwing yourself at him for him to give in.
So like you know. You know, you know, you know in your heart that it’s not true, that he doesn’t think that little of you.
But his silence was enough to plant a seed of doubt, enough to break a little bit of trust. More than enough to hurt you.
You look down at Nari, and she reaches her hands up wanting to be held. A soft, pitiful laugh falls from your lips and you bend to pick her up.
“Sorry, wasn’t playing with you was I?”
Nari looks at you, studies you with those big eyes of hers. She pats at your cheek, a little roughly, but you can tell she’s trying to be gentle. Her little hand goes from patting to petting, almost like she’s trying to soothe you, like she can tell you’re upset.
“Buu?” she asks.
In reality you have no idea what she’s saying. But it feels like she’s asking if you’re okay, and just like if an adult were to ask you that when you’re close to losing it, close to breaking– it makes you cry.
Not the embarrassing type of cry, but just a tiny cry in front of the sweetest, tiny human. Your eyes just tear up, and your chin trembles a little bit as you try to muster up a small smile, but when you blink a couple tears spill over.
Nari gasps. “Nuuu!” she tells you, before she’s wrapping her tiny bread arms around your neck, clutching onto you like she’s trying to squeeze out all of the sad.
It makes you let out a watery laugh, and you squeeze back, enough so that she croaks a little like a frog. When you pull back she’s giggling in that pure baby way that probably has healing powers or something.
“You are so smart,” you tell her, sniffing a little, trying to get yourself together. You’re not sure if Dasom left yet, or how much longer it will be before Jeongguk comes back, and you don’t want him to know you were crying, or eavesdropping.
She tilts her head at you, then leans in with her lips pulled between her teeth making them pop out when they are against your cheek, a tiny ‘maa’ sounding with her smooch.
“That’s a new type of kiss,” you tell her.
“Sol-mi, Yoongi and Jimin’s daughter, taught her at the party.”
Whipping around at the sound of his voice, you turn and see Jeongguk leaning against the doorway with two glasses of wine in his hands and a sippy cup tucked into his arm. He gives you a soft smile, and you smile back because that’s the only thing you know how to do when you’re with him. Instinctive.
“Hi,” you say.
“Hi,” he says back.
“DAAADAAA!” Nari screeches.
You pull back, wincing for your ear drum, as you let Nari down with an endeared laugh. She toddles over to her dad, tugging on his joggers.
“Hi my babygirl,” he says. Then laughs when she tugs particularly hard, “Hey– you’re gonna pull Daddy’s pants down, quit it.”
“Joofs,” she says, grabby hands reaching for the sippy cup she spotted.
“I see how it is,” he says, handing you your glass and then grabbing the juice, “Didn’t even miss me?”
He manages to sit down without his hands and without squishing his daughter, and you follow suit, watching the daddy-daughter moment unfold, quietly sipping on your wine. Trying your best to push everything else out of your mind, trying to get that almost... safe, warm feeling back. The one that you always get when you’re with Jeongguk. It’s been missing since he came into the room.
“Give Daddy a kiss and then you can have your juice,” he angles his cheek to her and then adds on, “Also say please.” like it’s an afterthought.
You shake your head, smiling, and Jeongguk flicks his eyes to you, mirroring your expression.
“Peeb,” she spouts before she gives him a very quick, rather half-assed kiss. She doesn’t even do the ‘maa’. Her hands open out in front of her, expectant and ready for her drink.
Jeongguk tuts at her, but hands the juice over. “You’re rotten, missy.”
Nari says nothing, just waddles so she's standing in front of him with her back to his face. She plops herself right in his lap, his criss-crossed legs making a perfect Nari-shaped seat. Sipping away with her drink in one hand, her other comes down to Jeongguk’s tattooed arm that he wrapped around her belly. Tracing them with her pudgy little fingers, she tries her best to look down while simultaneously keeping her drink in the proper position.
It’s quiet for a bit, just Nari’s soft drinking noises. You take the moment to get up and grab something from your stuff in Jeongguk’s room, before returning. As you’re walking past Jeongguk back to your spot across from him, you feel his hand tug at the one you have dangling by your side.
You look at him, a small questioning noise sounding.
He pulls, making you bend at the waist getting closer to his level, and when he tilts his head back to look up at you, his eyes flicker to your lips and then he licks his and then he’s craning his neck and then he’s kissing you softly.
It’s fleeting but it's sweet. It makes the warm feeling settle in your heart again, just for a moment before it hides away, somewhere within you. Your eyes dart to Nari. Kisses usually being reserved for alone time.
He shakes his head. “It’s alright… Sorry that happened while you were here… Me and Dasom usually communicate better than that.”
You take a seat next to him and Nari, careful of his wine glass. “It’s okay…”
Gazes meet for a few seconds looking over the other like you’re both trying to figure something out. Things different from the ‘different’ you felt earlier. This different feels like something is off; the first one felt like a dream. Maybe it was.
“Okay,” he replies lightly, but he sounds unsure, like he doesn't know if it actually is ‘okay’. His eyes drop to the small bag that you brought into the room. “Whatcha got?”
You tell him you got Nari something for her birthday, nothing big but just something that reminded you of her. You ask him if it’s okay to give it to her.
He says of course, why wouldn’t it be?
For some reason the tiny exchange hurts.
Lacking an answer, you pinch at the little fat roll on Nari’s thigh, her tiny jean shorts putting all the chub on display. She looks up at you, and you raise the bag and shake it a little. Her smile grows as she realizes it's for her. Jeongguk is abandoned, your lap now occupied.
“She has no loyalty at all,” Jeongguk says.
“She’s just making as many allies as she can, and I think that is very smart of her,” you defend, watching as Nari plucks tissue paper after tissue paper out of the bag (with only one small hand, the other still holding her juice), until she’s squealing. Your face lights up at her enthusiasm, and hers lights up at the toy, and you don’t see it, but Jeongguk’s lights up at you both.
You’ve been good with her since that day you found her at your work, and Jeongguk notices when you go out of your way to ask about her, to be kind to her, patient with her... to take care of her. Never once have you treated her like she was a burden, or an inconvenience.
He sees the way that Nari is with you, too.
Sees how happy she gets when you walk in his front door, how she always shares her things with you in that sweet way that babies do when they like someone. She even asks about you when you don't come around for a few days. A babbled version of your name peeping from her little lips.
It’s no secret that his baby has grown attached to you, come to love you. Dasom’s words ring in his ears. The thing she said about Nari getting used to someone he brings into her life, just for them to not be permanent.  
A medium sized, pink, stuffed Narwhal is pulled from the bag by the horn, and Nari swings it to the side to show her dad, just for a moment, before she’s squeezing it to her chest. She’s cooing, kinda nuzzling into it.
“Ba buuu,” she says softly, eyes still on the gift like it's something wondrous, rather than just a small plush. Jeongguk grows soft and your heart squeezes in your chest. The warmth comes back, flickers before going out again.
“What is it?” Jeongguk asks around a sip of his wine.
“A narwhal. You know, Nar-i, Nar-whal.”
His mouth twitches, fighting a smile, but he just nods. Until he can’t hold his laughter in anymore, making you laugh too by consequence. Easy.
The little crows feet at the corners of his eyes make an appearance and he scrunches his nose at you as he quiets. His hair is still just a little bit damp. “It’s cute,” he amends. “You didn’t have to get her anything, but thank you for thinking about her.”
The smile on his lips is tiny, but you can tell it’s genuine. Without laughter lightning up his face, you realize how tired he looks, warn out.
“Are you okay?” you say, arms raising so Nari is able to get up, making her way to her other toys, the narwhal tucked into her side. She grabs a babydoll, holds it to the narwhal and makes them move around like she’s introducing her toys.
Jeongguk sighs, and leans back on his hands. “Just wasn’t expecting that, is all… I get stressed when things don’t go as planned.”
“That’s why you broke out the wine in the middle of the day?” you ask with a teasing tone.
He rolls his eyes playfully. “One glass won’t hurt…”
The doorbell cuts off your reply. The food’s here.
The headboard behind Jeongguk’s back is hard, just like he is under you.
But his touches are soft, just like his kisses.
You’re straddling him, your hips just barely rocking over him as you lick into his mouth. Mewl against his lips. Hands in his hair, not pulling, but just twining your fingers in his locks, keeping him close.
It’s slow, unhurried and gentle. When he brings his palms to your chest over his shirt, he feels how your nipples pebble through the material as he squeezes, rolls them in his hands. So responsive to his touch, you pull away for just a moment to breathe out a pleased sigh before giving him a few cute pecks. Pushing into your lips, he deepens the kisses, his tongue teasing the seam of your lips until you open up for him.
He feels young again, like he’s making out with his crush, heavy petting because they are too scared to go all the way, but too into each other to not give in just a little. He hasn’t felt this way in so long. You gasp into his mouth when he pinches your nipple between his fingertips. His cock pulses, but his heart clenches.
It’s like reality is finally catching up to him. Reminding him that you and him were never supposed to get in so deep, were never supposed to get so entangled in each other’s lives. Fun and casual. That’s what it’s supposed to be. But it’s so much more than that now. At least for him it is.
His heart clenches because he’s not young anymore, but you still are.
The baby monitor that goes off with hiccuping cries just confirms his feelings.
“Sorry,” he says against your lips, his hands moving to your hips, squeezing before he helps maneuver you off of him.
“Bring her back in here,” you suggest.
Jeongguk pauses, twisting to crack his back. “You sure?”
You hum, “Yeah, wanna hang out with you both.”
And again his heart pulls, but he nods with a soft smile and a quick kiss before he’s hurrying out of the room.
Hands scrub over your face as you wait for him, your head knocking against the headboard. You purposefully focus on playing a game on your phone while you wait, refusing to let your thoughts loop incessantly around your brain.
It's a little while when Jeongguk walks back in with Nari on his hip. The sight makes you coo.
Nari’s looking around like she’s still a little out of it, her tiny round body in a light pink nightie covered in little bunnies sleeping on clouds and moons. Instead of her hair being in her trademark little ponies, it’s down, falling in messy little wisps around her face. The narwhal is clutched in her tiny hand by the horn and when she sees you, she blinks a few times before she smiles around the paci in her mouth.
“Hi sweet girl,” you say, when Jeongguk places her on the bed.
She tries to walk over to you, but the bed is soft and she’s very much still tired so she stumbles, hits the mattress with a small oof and an airy little giggle. Crawling the rest of the way she sits herself next to you, puts her plush in her lap.
“Think someone had a bad dream,” Jeongguk says around a yawn, taking his spot on the bed. “Also sorry it took a second, had to change her pull up.”
You hum, your hand coming up to pet at her hair, dark, silky, and baby scented.
“Wanna watch something, boba?” Jeongguk asks, laying himself on his side, one hand propped under his head, the other on the remote.
Nari nods, hunkers down in the fluffy pillow behind her. She looks at you and pats the sheets, as if telling you to lay down like her and her Daddy. Of course you listen.
It’s calm and quiet, just the children’s show playing in the background that you all are watching. You and Jeongguk half heartedly, Nari with round eyes. She lets out little laughs every now and then, her blinks slow and heavy. Jeongguk’s got a hand resting on Nari’s tummy and her little hand holds onto his thumb.
The scene is domestic.
“She doesn’t have nightmares often, does she?” you ask quietly.
Jeongguk glances at you, shakes his head. “Not here at least.”
“Has she always been a co sleeper?”
Jeongguk shakes his head again. “Not till after the divorce,” he says. “And I wouldn’t say she still co sleeps… most nights she sleeps on well on her own. I just don’t tell her no if she wants to come into my room.”
At the mention of the divorce your brain begins to whirl.
It’s not something he brings up often, and it’s never really bothered you. But after today, after you saw and heard how he and his ex interacted… It makes you curious. They seem to get along decently well, and they both clearly love Nari.
You sound a bit timid when you ask, “Why did you guys split up?”
Jeongguk’s quiet, doesn’t acknowledge that he heard you even though you know that he did. You worry that you’ve said something wrong, and you’re about to apologize but he speaks up.
“I’ll tell you… just getting my thoughts in order.”
Jeongguk stares down at the teeny, tiny baby in the bassinet. The light pink of the skirt at the bottom matches the accents on the walls of her nursery.
Her big eyes are watching the fairy mobile, big felt flowers dangling above her, the softest baby coos leaving her mouth every once in a while. She was already up when he got home from work.
When he puts his hand inside the baby bed and extends one of his fingers petting at her small hand, the baby jumps a little like she didn’t know he was there, but recognition is instant and she smiles up at him, her tiny fingers clutching around his.
“Hi miss Nari,” he says quietly, “How long have you been up, hmm? Bout time for some milk isn’t it?”
She blows a bubble up at him.
His heart swells as he picks her up, a big hand supporting her head as he pulls her to his chest. A detour to the changing table precedes his walk to the living room, where his wife is sat cross legged on the floor, papers and her laptop scattered in front of her on the coffee table. The video baby monitor is propped up as well.
“Hi honey,” Jeongguk says.
Dasom looks over her shoulder, sees the two of them and smiles. “Hey, how was work? And how’s our baby?” She types something on her laptop.
“Baby is good and work was work. Remember how I said we are thinking of setting up another branch?” Jeongguk asks, swaying a little with his cheek resting on Nari’s head. She smells like baby and Dasom hums in acknowledgement. “My brother finally got me a list of locations, so just a lot of assigning scouts to scope them out and budgeting for the cost of their travel.”
“That’s great, babe,” Dasom says.
Jeongguk watches her for a few more moments, as she flips through the papers like she’s looking for something. He walks around, so that he can sit in the loveseat off to the side, adjusts Nari so that she’s cradled in the bend of his arm. “What are you doing?” he asks.
“Just reviewing everything that’s happened at the office over the last few months…” She flicks her eyes to him.
Jeongguk frowns. “You still have two and a half weeks before you have to go back, don’t you?”
“Yeah, wanna be prepared though.”
Nari starts to wiggle in his arms, fussy. “Did you ever see if you could get a few more weeks since you guys were in the hospital for so long? That’s hardly a leave, if you ask me.”
She laughs lightly. “That’s true. But I don’t think it’s necessary? She’s doing really well, and I think that that Montessori nursery will be good for her.”
Tension fills Jeongguk’s body. “I thought we talked about letting Yeoreum watch her when you go back to work.”
“Well yes. We talked about it– but we didn’t commit to–”
“We didn’t commit to Montessori either–”
“What benefits is Nari getting if we do that?” Dasom says, finally giving Jeongguk her full attention. “No offense to Jin’s wife, but it’s not like she’s certified to care for newborns.”
“She’s a mother, Som. A very good one, she knows how to care for a baby. And Nari would be the only baby she’s taking care of so it’s one on one attention and it’s someone we know and trust so–”
“Montessori has curriculum, and it teaches children to be independent–”
“She’s a baby! She doesn’t need to be independent. She needs to be–”
Nari’s fussiness has escalated, her tiny cries filling the living room. Jeongguk starts rocking her, shushing her with soft coos. He tries the pacifier attached to her onesie, but she just pushes it out, crying louder.
“She’s hungry,” Jeongguk says, getting to his feet so he can hand her to her mom.
“I pre-pumped when she was napping earlier. There’s a bottle with 6.5 ounces in the fridge.”
Picking his battles and barely suppressing a frustrated sigh, he walks to the kitchen and places the bottle in the warmer. Nari’s cries continue to sound as he waits, bouncing her a little, rubbing her back.
Back in the loveseat, he tries to give Nari her dinner but she’s grumpy, turning her head or pushing the nipple out of her mouth, growing angrier by the minute, her tiny body turning red from how hard she’s crying.
“She’s not taking the bottle, I think she–”
“Is it warm enough?”
“Yes, I think she wants you.”
Nari’s mom looks over the top of her laptop and nods. “I’m just about done–”
“Dasom, please,” Jeongguk says, “She’s hungry and she wants her mom.”
Almost like a fog clears, Dasom’s face falls before she’s nodding hastily. “Yeah, yeah… I’m sorry I– bring her to me.”
As soon as Nari’s in her mom’s arms she quiets some, and once Dasom holds her close and starts to feed her it’s serene again. Nari’s little hand opens and closes rhythmically, until her mom gives her her finger, like Jeongguk did early. Ever since she came home from the hospital, she’s liked to hold hands.
“I’m sorry,” Dasom whispers again, without looking at Jeongguk. He can hear the guilt in her voice.
He tells her it's okay and that he’s going to shower.
Later when Nari’s down for the night and he and his wife are laying in bed, Dasom apologizes again. Tells Jeongguk that she was just stressed with preparing for work and juggling the baby.
“Som-ie, that reminds me, I was thinking…”
She turns to look at him from his side of the bed, smiling. “Not too hard, hopefully.”
“Ha-ha,” he says, unamused. He continues nervously, like he’s walking on eggshells. “But I was thinking– what if you took off for the first year or so?”
The shift in atmosphere is instant. Dasom goes stiff in her spot next to him, and she says silent.
“I only say it because we would be fine, you know?” He tries to explain, “My job brings in more than enough for us to be okay, and if you just stayed home with her, you could teach her the way that you want and I would get the peace of mind knowing that she’s safe with someone I love and trust. We would solve the daycare dilemma…”
Still, his wife says nothing, her brows furrowed.
“And you wouldn’t be so stressed…” Jeongguk continues, “you wouldn’t have to worry about work on top of being a mom… You would never miss any of her firsts and–”
“When we talked about having a baby, I told you I didn’t want to be one of those moms.”
Dasom’s voice is upset, her tone hard.
“I know, I know,” Jeongguk says softly, “But it wouldn’t be for forever. Just until she’s older… I read that companies will give extended leaves sometimes, kind of like a sabbatical.”
She laughs in disbelief, “How long have you been thinking about this? I’m not taking an extended leave, or a sabbatical, or a hiatus or whatever it is you’ve been researching, Jeongguk. I worked so hard to get to where I am,” she closes her eyes like she’s trying to stay calm, “You can’t ask me to throw that away.”
“That’s not what I’m asking–”
“But it is!” she exclaims, “Even being gone for 3 months has already put me back. My position isn’t one that can stay open for extended periods of time. And that means if I take off for even just a year– it’ll be given to someone else. Someone else will come into what I built and either reap the benefits or ruin it.”
Jeongguk stays quiet, looking at the pattern of the duvet over his lap.
It’s softer when Dasom speaks up again. “If that’s the kind of mother you want me to be– the kind that has no substance, or passions, or goals outside of being a mom– then… you may as well get the papers.”
Jeongguk’s head snaps up, his expression shocked and confused. “Divorce? Why is that the first thing your mind goes to?”
Dasom runs her hands through her hair, pressing the heels of her palms against her temples. “I’m not gonna bend on this, Kook.”
And it was almost like when the idea of divorce was spoken into existence, it was something that hung over them, like a curse that took only 7 months to come true.
“Dasom is a good mom,” Jeongguk says slowly, “We just parent very differently.”
You stay quiet, waiting for him to continue, adjusting yourself so that you’re looking at him.
“That’s the root of it, really. We couldn’t agree on anything when it came to Nari. And obviously we talked about things before she was born, and had a loose idea of how we wanted to raise her…” He stops for a moment to think.
“It’s just so different when they are born, like you think you know what it means to be a parent but you really don’t. Not until it’s already happened and they are in your arms and you’re searching for a daycare and coming across horror stories about the workers abusing the kids. Or thinking about how it wouldn’t be the end of the world if she doesn’t talk but also knowing how much harder her life will be if she doesn’t.”
You can feel a heaviness cloud the room. Jeongguk is so good at keeping this part of himself tucked away, good at putting on a brave face that when you look at him and see him looking down at his baby with worried, furrowed brows, your heart aches.
“And it led to a lot of really bad fights and it just got to a point where one day I decided I wouldn’t raise a baby in a home that was tumultuous.”
“What did you guys argue about?” you ask softly.
Jeongguk gives you a sad smile. “More like what didn’t we argue about. Daycare… But I’ll admit I agreed to it before she was born and then changed my mind... Her speech, how to deal with tantrums, where she slept, what she ate. I think Dasom’s too tough, she thinks I’m too soft…” he taps his fingers on Nari’s belly, “She thinks I’m part of the reason why she doesn’t talk. That because I dote on her, Nari thinks that she doesn’t need to use words so she just doesn’t.”
Your brows furrow. “Babies hit milestones at different rates, my cousin didn’t talk at all until he was three… Taking care of her isn’t hindering her development.”
“Thank you,” he says, quietly. “I think she’s starting to understand that too, as we keep getting outside opinions…”
He falls silent and you can tell he’s sad, his hand coming up to push Nari’s hair off of her forehead, the baby now sleeping, her round tummy expanding as she takes deep breaths. You feel bad, having brought the tense atmosphere on with your questions.
“Nari’s so smart, Gguk,” you say, kind of hasty, eager to make him feel better. “Like earlier I was upset, and she just knew… she’s so emotionally intelligent and has such a pure heart–”
“You were upset earlier?” Jeongguk asks, his gaze questioning as he looks at you.
Your mouth opens and closes like you’re trying to find the right words, but none will come out.
“Why were you upset?” he asks again, genuine worry on his face.
And just like a few hours ago, when you felt like Nari was asking you if you were okay; when Jeongguk asks you why you were upset, tears begin to well in your eyes.
At the sight of tearing up, Jeongguk sits up gingerly trying to not wake Nari, but also be attentive at the same time. “Hey, what’s wrong? Talk to me…”
You sit up too, looking at Jeongguk for a moment before looking down at your hands in your lap. A tear lands on your skin when you blink, and you take a deep breath before you say, “I… I heard you earlier…”
His face pulls into one of confusion. “Me and Dasom?”
Your head tilts back, and you sound exasperated when you say, “Who else?”
Jeongguk thinks for a moment, goes over what he and his ex talked about, remembers her being a bit touchy about your age, and then he thinks he gets it. His features soften as he says, “Don’t listen to her… seeing you just caught her off guard, she–”
You give a hopeless watery laugh, turning to look at him with sad eyes. “It’s not what she said, it’s what you didn’t say.”
And once again confusion takes over his features, his mind trying to comprehend how and why something he never even said could hurt you to the point of you sniffling in his bed, your eyes begging him to get it. He feels bad when he says, “I don’t understand?”
It was never in the plan for you to be the girl that’s crying about why a man did or didn’t do something– that’s never been who you are. You’ve never really cared enough to get upset, you’ve always been independent, just cutting your losses and moving on.
But with Jeongguk, cutting your losses feels a lot like cutting out part of your heart, and you don’t think you’ll make it if you do that. One can live with half their lungs, only one of their kidneys… but no one ever lasts long when part of their heart goes missing. Jeongguk has become vital to you.
“Jeongguk,” you whisper, “What are we doing?”
Maybe it’s unfair of you to ask him something like that, when you both agreed to something carefree, no strings attached. But you think that falling in love with someone is a lot like how Jeongguk described being a parent: You think you know what it means, but you really don’t. Not until it’s already happened.
Because that’s what felt different prior to opening that door and letting doubt in with the breeze. Everything felt warmer, easier, safer, better because it was laced with the realization that you love Jeongguk.
His face has fallen when you look at him, waiting for his reply. The corners of his lips are down turned, and his brows are turned up. He begins to shake his head softly, his mouth parting a few times before he’s raising his shoulders in a hopeless way.
“I– I don’t know anymore,” he whispers back.
That’s the answer you expected, but it still makes you exhale pain, like his words knock the wind out of you. It’s shaky when you catch your breath, but you nod.
“I think I should leave for tonight,” you tell him, starting to push his comforter to the side.
Jeongguk feels his heart start to race, and he reaches out for you, his hand landing on your shoulder. “What? Right now? It’s the middle of the night– don’t– it’s–”
“If you don’t want me to leave,” you interrupt him, “then we need to talk.”
His mouth snaps shut and he rolls his lips between his teeth like he’s thinking. He glances at the baby sleeping between you, and gives you a quick nod. “Yeah, okay… Just not here, I don’t want her waking up again… let me get the monitor from her room. I’ll meet you in the living room.”
Nodding wordlessly, you slip out of the room.
You’re pacing lightly, in nothing but his shirt that hits high on your thigh and a pair of panties, when Jeongguk comes out. He’s still shirtless, but he pulled on some joggers before leaving the room. One hand is pushing his hair back like he’s stressed, and the other is holding the baby monitor. He places it on the counter, and turns to you. A sad smile is offered, and you give him one back because it’s instinct.
It seems like neither of you know where to begin, both just breathing heavy in the artificial light. You take a deep breath.
“I wanted you to defend me,” you admit.
Jeongguk stays quiet, but his brows pinch.
“Or maybe like… defend us…” Embarrassment creeps into your bones.
“Defend us over what?” he asks. He doesn’t sound like he’s being dense, but like he actually doesn’t know.
Sighing, you say, “The way she talked about me, Gguk… She said I was something you needed to ‘get out of your system’... just a friend you fuck that’s disposable and unimportant and–”
“You know that’s not true,” he interjects.
“Yeah I do. Why didn’t you tell her that?” You can feel the first licks of anger in your chest, your voice coming out harsher than you intend. “Why did you let her talk about me like I’m just some stupid kid that doesn’t know what she wants? Like you don’t know what you want?”
Jeongguk thinks about it, realizes the answer is quite simple.
“Because I don’t know what I want, and I don’t think that you know what you want either.”
You look taken aback, and anger colors your features. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“It means that this turned into something it was never supposed to and now we don’t know how to navigate it or what we want from each other anymore,” Jeongguk explains, trying to keep the sadness out of his voice.
It’s true and it’s not at the same time. Because Jeongguk knows what he wants, at least to some extent, but he knows he can’t have it. Meaning that if he can’t have what he wants, he doesn’t know what he wants instead of that. And he supposes he can’t speak for you, but he doesn’t correct himself, instead says, “We’re in too deep, __… I care about you.”
It doesn’t sound like much, but you know what he means… know that it’s a confession of some sort.
Tentative hope bubbles in your chest at his words, and you take a few steps closer to him. “That’s not a bad thing, I care too. We both care so we can–” you pause, and look up at him. “We can just take the next step or something, right?”
Jeongguk smiles softly, and his hands come up to cup your face and it’s warm again, and it’s safe when you’re in his palms and when he’s kissing you. Your hands come up to just hold at his wrists, eyes shutting, and it’s sweet again and–
“It’s not that simple, baby…”
–and it’s over.
“There’s something that Dasom said that’s true.”
And you know it’s childish but you shake your head in his hands and tears begin to brim. She ruined everything. She planted that seed of doubt in both your heads, and she’s the reason why Jeongguk doesn’t feel safe anymore and why his hands aren’t warm and why everything is falling apart. You squeeze your eyes shut and scrunch your brows together, a few tears spilling over. “I don’t want to talk about her,” you whisper.
He smiles, a sad curve to his lips. “I know, you don’t... But we both need to hear it… We don’t agree on a lot when it comes to Nari, but she was right when she said that thing about people coming into Nari’s life and then leaving after she gets attached. That’s not fair to Nari and it was selfish of me to let it happen.”
“How do you know I’m just going to leave?” you ask.
“Because I’m not going to let you stay,” Jeongguk whispers, his thumb wiping away the tears that have already started to flow.
Words don’t even come to you, because of how badly it hurts. And you’re doing your best to keep it as together as you can because you aren’t pathetic. You’re not going to beg him to let you stay but you want to understand why. Your voice cracks when you ask him.
“You’re too young, __. And I’m not saying that’s why I don’t think you know what you want… But I don’t think you know what being with me long term means, and what you would be missing out on… I’m not going to trap you, it’ll just lead to you resenting me,” he says gently. His hands have left your face, and he walks around a little like he’s trying to gather his thoughts. “And there’s just so much that I have to balance. I don’t know if I have room or the time–”
It feels like a slap in the face. How did everything change so quickly from this morning?
“There was room in your bed for me,” you interrupt him, bitter pain lacing your words. “You had time to fuck me.”
He winces. “You know I didn’t mean it like that,” he tells you gently, “I just meant… I think I need to think about things, reevaluate my priorities–”
It sounds a lot like what you said earlier, when you were under him, taunting him with kisses.
You hum, “I just think you need to reevaluate your priorities, maybe.”
“And what do you think my priorities should be, __?” he whispers, eyes searching your face, lingering on your lips, a fond look coloring his features.
“Well, right now,” you start, looping your arms around his neck, “I think you should really focus on that plank, and on that kiss you’re dying to give me.”
And god, you wish you could go back. Wish you could rewind and just replay everything up until the doorbell rang. But you can’t because the reality of the situation is that this was always going to end.
Jeongguk has his mind made up. The fear of you leaving him and Nari and the fear of you resenting him if you stayed are inevitable feelings that he would have realized eventually. He has priorities and if he doesn’t change the way he thinks, it won’t ever work because–
“Because I’m not one of them…” you realize quietly. He cares, but not enough.
Jeongguk’s composure breaks and it’s written all over his face, how much it hurts him to hurt you, even if it’s not intentional. “I’m sorry,” he says, and it sounds desperate like he’s yearning for you to know that he means it. “But it’s always going to be her, Nari will always be the most important thing to me.”
And you won’t beg for a place in his life, but you want him to understand.
“I’m not asking to be the most important thing in your life, that’s not what I want,” you tell him.
“What do you want?” he asks.
“I want you to understand that I just want to be with you,” you tell him.
He’s by the couch now, sitting on the armrest. His lips are pressed in a tight line, and you can see redness around his eyes from fighting tears of his own. You’re still by the counter where he left you.
“It doesn’t have to be so extreme, Gguk… It’s not like we’re getting married, we would just be taking a next step–”
“But we might, __!” he yells, before shutting his eyes roughly and taking a deep breath. His tone is softer when he continues. “Obviously I wouldn’t spring that on you, but being with me means that you have to be okay with a lot of things,” he says.  
When you ask him what kinds of things he says, “You would have to be okay with never coming first, with me cancelling on you whenever something comes up with Nari. You would have to be okay with me still having a relationship with my ex because I refuse to let my baby have parents that hate each other.”
You try to keep your face straight but he must be able to see how he’s getting into your head because he continues, almost like he’s trying to convince you it’s not worth it being with him.
“At 22 you have to be okay with potentially getting married, with being a stepmom… I know you care about Nari, but if you were to commit to me, you would have to commit to her too. There would be boundaries that me and Dasom make, and you would have to respect them. You and her would have to learn to get along.”
“You’re only 22, __,” he continues, his voice borders on whining, like he just wants you to get it. “You don’t want that. You would lose your freedom… while your friends are travelling or doing whatever, you’ll be in a relationship, tied down… I won’t do that to you, __.” He looks at you for a moment. “Maybe you want a relationship,” he amends, trying to acknowledge your feelings. “But you don’t want an instant family, it’s too much for someone so young. It’s even a lot for people my age.”
“Why does it have to be so… all or nothing?” you ask, a little desperate because it's hard to understand the way he thinks.
“I can’t think short term when I have a baby who depends on me long term,” he replies.
“Then what have we been doing this whole time?”
Jeongguk opens his hands, turns his palms up like he’s giving up. “I was selfish and I got caught up… I made a mistake.”
A mistake. Your heart breaks a little but it beats loud in your ears as you let his words sink in. It's a lot to take in, especially when you two haven’t spoken about being in a committed relationship even once before. And it's confusing because he said he cared.
“I thought you cared about me… Why does it feel like you’re trying to scare me away?” you ask him, voice hurt.
Jeongguk looks at his hands, like he can’t face you. “I do care about you, and I’m not trying to scare you,” he says quietly. “I’m just telling you a fraction of the things that you really need to think about.”
And think you do.
Do you really want all that? Was he right when he alluded to you losing more than you gain? Are you ready to get into a relationship with someone who has marriage as the end goal when you don’t even have your life figured out? Are you really mature enough to handle his relationship with his ex, when you can’t even maturely handle things with your roommates sometimes?
Would being with you be a good thing for him and Nari? Or would they be better off with someone else? Someone with goals and passions, and their life a little more figured out. Maybe someone who has a kid of her own, because she knows what it’s like already. Someone older and more mature with a good job. Someone who is nothing like you.
You didn’t even notice that you started crying, but when you come back, your eyes are blurry and your cheeks are sticky with old and new tears.
“Okay,” you say. You try to smile, but your chin is quivering. “I’ll let you know when I’ve thought through everything.”
When you go back to his room to get you things, you give Nari a tiny kiss, and you tell her that you’ll miss her. As you walk past Jeongguk to his front door, he doesn’t try to stop you this time.
You love Jeongguk, you’re sure that you do, but maybe being with him isn’t what's best. Doubt has made a home in your heart, that warmth you long for nowhere to be seen or felt.
AYOOOOO don’t scream at me too much, that's not the end lmao but whoa... how’d they go from kissing to crying just like that hmm... also, opinions on the ex wife?? genuinely curious bc i actually dont hate her ?? 🤔 anyway, i hope you liked it, if you did please do all the things~~ please reblog, like, comment, send an ask... very curious about how we feel about this one 🙇🏻‍♀️ thanks for reading and as always i love u, sorry im posting late lol byeeee <3
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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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fall in deeper, m | jjk, myg
pairing(s): yoongi x reader, ft. jungkook
previous: waiting for, m | jjk, myg
summary: Jeon Jungkook is now going, in person, to take erotic photos of his favorite sex worker... who just so happens to be Min Yoongi's girlfriend. Ah. Maybe he's going to die. He's probably going to die. But he promised... and he wants to. Very much. Shit. Press the fucking buzzer, Jungkook. Just do it! He doesn't.
warnings: rated M (18+) for language; established relationship (yg/you); if it isn’t obvious already, sex work involving erotic photography; JK is v scared Yoongi is going to murder him but also v horny for Yoongi's gf (happens to the best of us); smut (fem reader, descriptions of erotic photos, slight D/s themes (with JK taking commands from Yoongi), m-masturbation, restraint, edging, facial, photography during sex, m-receiving oral, fingering, cum eating); non-idol!AU - (secret) sex worker!reader x music producer!Yoongi ft video editor and photographer!Jungkook; Jungkook’s POV
Jungkook was scared.
Not scared. Closer to three seconds away from shitting his pants, full-blown terrified.
He should turn around.
If he turned around and called his hyung and told him he was sick or he had something come up, Yoongi wouldn’t bat an eye. Well, maybe he would, but then Jungkook didn’t have to look him in the face and know that Yoongi knew that he had jacked off to the sound of his girlfriend being eaten out by his hyung.
Her boyfriend.
His fingers clutched his camera bag, heart pounding in his chest, threatening to break out of his ribcage.
Was Yoongi going to kill him?
They planned it though, didn’t they? Was it just a very good guess? They must have known. They had to have known. Then again, maybe they didn’t know. Maybe they only knew that he knew how to work a camera and were asking around their friends for help? But maybe someone told them. Maybe Jimin told them. But… why? Because Jimin also knew he had overreacted and been unreasonably jealous. That’s reason enough to not ask Jungkook for help. That was reason enough to be punished.
Fuck, how he wanted to be punished.
The door suddenly opened.
“Are you impersonating a garden gnome?” asked a gruff voice.
Jungkook jumped.
Min Yoongi.
The shorter, dark-haired man raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, I live here. Thought you knew that, considering I texted you the address this morning,” he replied dryly. “You’re late.”
Technically, he wasn’t. Jungkook just hadn’t pressed the buzzer.
He gulped. “H-How did you know I was here?”
Yoongi raised a hand covered in the sleeve of a large beige sweater. It had a low v-neckline, exposing his clavicle and the silver chain necklace he usually wore. The sleeves were so long that they covered his hands. A single pale finger poked out of the end of the fuzzy cuff.
“There’s a camera, obviously.”
There was. A buzzer and camera combination, as most small homes had in this neighborhood.
“O… Oh.”
Jungkook looked down at the ground. Yoongi was wearing black jeans with large rips at the knees and thighs. He was wearing black slippers too, trimmed with fluffy black fur. He wasn’t holding a knife. Okay. He didn’t seem hostile, either. Annoyed, yes. Murderous, unclear. The hand dropped, sleeve swinging in his vision.
“Come in.”
The fur slippers backed up into the house.
Jungkook sucked in a deep breath and lifted his head, entering the darkness.
Instantly, breathless.
He didn’t know what he expected, but he should have known. Jungkook recognized the haunting wallpaper of the entryway, matte black with a gothic lace overlay in a black satin finish. He had seen it before, in haunting photos of ivory lace and curved white horns, a demon bride with a white lace blindfold, slowly stripped and descending to her knees. She had looked good then too, covered in lace and pearls, leaning against the contrasting black wallpaper.
Yoongi dropped a pair of black slippers in front of him.
“Shoes off.”
He swallowed and removed his shoes carefully to put the slippers on. He had never been in this house before. Yoongi had moved from his apartment six months ago, citing he needed more space for a home studio since he was getting busy at the company he worked for. His hyung worked for a far larger music company than he did, already an award-winning music producer at a young age.
Yoongi turned away from him and walked further inside.
Six months ago, _thehornedsin’s photos had started changing. The sets more extravagant, the props more varied, the outfits even more beautiful. The only thing that remained the same was her perfect, perfect body.
Jungkook followed, eyes darting around, trying to not think about how aroused he was getting by simply being in this house.
“W… Wow…”
Yoongi stopped, looking back. “Oh. Yeah. She makes them. Clay, resin.”
Jungkook was staring at a group of intricately made trophy sculptures. All dragons. Dragons with triangular, pointed heads, some with their red mouths open and white teeth bared, painted so realistically that he had to look twice. He could see the detail of each carved scale, each hair, the reptilian eyes glassy, and black slit-like pupils nearly alive, glinting in the overhead light.
Yoongi walked back, standing next to him to look up as well.
“They hold the horns.”
Each head held a familiar set of ram horns, their colors matching the dragon’s scales, perched on top of each head, small indents holding the headbands in place so they wouldn’t budge once fitted. Despite being curved ram’s horns, they fitted seamlessly, giving the dragons wicked, violent appearances.
“Why dragons?” Jungkook breathed.
Yoongi snorted. “Because I don’t want a wall full of goats. We compromised.”
He was so in awe that he couldn’t laugh. “She made these?”
“Yeah. She likes sculpting,” his hyung said absentmindedly. “She makes a new dragon head for every set of horns she makes.” He chuckled. “Keeps her from making too many.”
Jungkook felt his pulse roar in his ears.
He tore his eyes away from the horns, trying not to remember every photoset that each went with, only to come face-to-face with Yoongi’s blank stare. He jerked back, grip on his camera bag faltering.
Long, cool fingers closed around his hand, reinforcing his hold.
He saw his own shocked expression in those dark brown orbs.
His voice was smooth and deep. His knuckles pressed against Jungkook’s chest and his indigo sweatshirt. He could feel the edges of Yoongi’s fist right above his racing heart. Those piercing eyes flickered to his, staring straight into his soul.
“Nervous?” Yoongi asked in a low, dangerous tone.
Jungkook stopped breathing.
The pale hand released him. “Take you camera out.”
“W… What?”
Those dark brown eyes narrowed. “Take your camera out of your bag.”
Jungkook lifted his hand and slowly unzipped his bag, pulling out his camera, bewildered. Was he going to check it or something…? Instead, Yoongi reached over and picked up the strap, putting it around Jungkook’s shoulders. He stiffened at the contact, unsure if this was a trick or not, but Yoongi just stepped back, crossing his arms, speaking to him sternly.
“Remember, I can’t be in the photos, so make sure I’m not in them.”
“O… Okay?”
The black-haired man’s eyes narrowed, frowning at him.
“Uh, I mean, I understand. I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen.”
Yoongi paused and nodded, turning back around, beckoning him to follow. They passed the living room and the kitchen, stopping at the door at the very end of the hallway where perhaps a small office or bedroom would be. Jungkook noticed there was a number pad on this door. Yoongi lifted his hand and pressed the combination so fast that Jungkook didn’t catch it. The door unlocked and the older man held the door open for him.
Jungkook felt his breath catch in his throat.
“Yoongi, I’m freezing–”
She turned around, elegant, beautiful, dark brows and painted lips, a slash of red contrasting her smooth skin, wearing nothing but a dark plum lingerie set trimmed in black lace, large nipples poking out of the thin fabric. A matching garter belt and sheer stockings. Wicked, sleek, black high heels that made Jungkook want to scream, oh my fucking God, please step on me.
On her head, intricate black ram’s horns that faded to purple tips surrounded by a crown of black skulls and dark florals to help them blend into her hair. Over her eyes, plum lace layered over violet velvet, already blindfolded.
He could… if he just stepped forward… he could… touch her…
Jungkook completely forgot that he should probably say something.
“You should have put the robe on,” Yoongi tutted behind him.
She clicked her tongue. “You blindfolded me and then you said you would be right back. How am I supposed to find the robe?”
“You have hands.”
“I don’t want to undo your hard work, especially when Jungkook didn’t even show up and now you have to take the photos again,” she sighed, rubbing one of her upper arms, the action causing her breasts to squish together. “I already asked you to retake this set because I didn’t like the lighting in your first attempt.”
His hyung stepped around him, shuffling to the side. Jungkook was too busy staring right in front of him to notice whatever else was in the room. He was only looking at the sexiest woman in the world wearing next to nothing right in front of his face, all other functions broken.
“You can always repay me. You know how,” Yoongi was saying.
She chuckled, dark and dangerous.
“Aren’t you brave today, Yoongi?” she purred. “Asking to get manhandled already.”
Jungkook nearly passed out with all the blood that rushed out of his head and into his dick.
“What can I say? I’m a simple man. Here, raise your arms.”
And now Jungkook finally looked around him, realizing Yoongi was holding a thick, dark purple, floor length robe made of crushed velvet, draping it over her shoulders as she sighed, thank you, Yoongi, his hyung’s chuckle as he took her hand, step this way for me, that’s it, my love, clicks of her high heels making his arousal spike through his veins. Yoongi led her towards the white studio backdrop, simple, clean, nothing to distract from the beauty that was her.
Jungkook chewed on his lip, clutching his camera so hard his knuckles were white.
“You sure you don’t want a prop?”
“The theme this month is simplicity,” she hummed. “Stripping it back to what it was before all the fancy props. Besides, I think all the props were messing up the lighting anyway. They cast weird shadows. You’re not used to it, Yoongi. Everyone will notice if the photos aren’t coming out with the same quality.”
Yoongi pressed two fingers to her chin, holding her head straight. “I tried. I’m not Taehyung.”
“I know,” she said softly, reaching up, stroking his knuckles. “I will try to find someone else to help you since the whole Jungkook thing didn’t work out.”
He opened his mouth, about to say, I’m here, but Yoongi’s other hand shot up, followed by a silencing glare. Jungkook shut up immediately, frozen by that piercing gaze.
“How’s my lipstick?”
“Perfect,” Yoongi drawled, tone dropping lower. “Makes me want to fuck it up.”
She chuckled, smirk on her lips. “Who else is gonna do it but you?”
Yoongi stepped back, gesturing to Jungkook to step up. “Going to get the camera.”
“Mmm. Take test shots if you need to.”
To be honest, Jungkook did not know what the fuck he was supposed to be doing, looking around, seeing rolls of backdrops neatly hung up on one wall, familiar furniture and props stacked in another corner, a door to the side – perhaps a bathroom? – and several softbox lights in a semicircle, directed to the white backdrop. There was a table nearby with makeup and a pile of clothes, along with a Canon camera, an older DSLR, but a solid choice for still photography. He spotted Yoongi adjusting the lights as she stood patiently, draped in purple velvet, one shoulder sliding down and revealing the naked skin underneath, red lips slightly parted, head tilted slightly.
Jungkook raised his camera, viewing her through the lens.
He took a silent step to the right, and now the light was cast over her glossy red lips and catching the sheen of the lace, the large ram’s horns framing those beautiful cheeks. The hint of a smile or a smirk, not quite one or the other, confusing the viewer, leaving them to decipher that enigma.
Her tiny pink tongue flickered at the edge of her lips and Jungkook snapped a shot.
“Ah, Yoongi! At least warn me.” Her brows furrowed. Her face slowly pivoted in Jungkook’s direction. “I bet I looked stupid.”
“It was a test shot, silly,” Yoongi chuckled, coming up behind Jungkook and making his hairs stand on end. “And you never look stupid. You always look perfectly fuckable.”
Jungkook wholeheartedly agreed.
“Mmm, yes, that’s what you said when you took a picture of my fucking knees.”
“Your kneecaps are perfectly fappable content.”
She laughed, lovely and full. “Only you think that, I’m sure.”
No, Yoongi was not the only person who thought that. Jungkook made sure of that.
Hands on his shoulders and Jungkook seized up, fear and unease eating through him, so close to saying something, but Yoongi’s hand slid off his shoulder and over his mouth, his lips close to his ear, sending his mind reeling at the closeness of his hyung, unsure if it was terror or something else, barely catching the words of warning, take the pictures and don’t talk, his furious nod in response, but Yoongi was already ignoring him, speaking once again to the woman in black and plum.
“Ready? You have all the shots you want in mind, right?” Yoongi called, nudging Jungkook to move as he saw fit.
“Ah, yeah, let’s see, how about one like this?”
Jungkook didn’t know what to expect. For him, they were just pictures. He didn’t think of them past that. Of course, he thought of her, but the picture themselves and the realism behind them was not something he questioned, because the photos were a seamless sequence. How much of a joint effort it was between photographer was artist was not something he was aware of – until now.
She was…
For first pose, one hand on the side of her head, framing her temple with fanned fingertips, the other hovering by her waist, her fingers ghosting the tie of the robe that was half-open, teasing what was underneath. Blinded eyes and soft smile, all the details falling into place, from the position of her spread fingers, to the pointed nails painted dark violet with a black lace overlay and black crystals, to the shift of weight and the extension of one leg in front of the other, peeking out of the depths of the purple velvet.
Fuck me.
Jungkook took the shot, but frowned, noticing the fold in the back of the robe and the odd look of the fallen right shoulder. He nudged Yoongi, pointing to the two spots. The older male watched his wordless communication and nodded, already speaking to her.
“Hold your pose. There’s a wrinkle in the back.”
Diligently, Yoongi hurried over to smooth it out, standing up and slightly adjusting her elbow and the drape of the bottom of the robe, hiding a bit more of her leg and correcting the shoulder as well. She stood perfectly still as if she had done this many, many times. Yoongi glanced at Jungkook and he gave him the okay with his index and thumb making a circle, the rest of his fingers extended.
“Alright, let me move back and take a couple shots.”
“Take your time,” she replied patiently.
Jungkook went about it the only way he could think of – what he himself wanted to see. He took the shots carefully and with composition in mind. A balance of light and dark, wordlessly letting Yoongi know what to do, and Yoongi directed her verbally, move your hand, tip your head up a little more, okay, good, let’s change positions, and she did it with ease, toying with the tie of the robe, leaving the expression to her decadent lips because her eyes couldn’t play a factor in her expressions, the slightest tick of the side of her lips, click, the flicker of tongue, click, undoing the tie, hands turned inward, pressed against her cleavage and her core, playful half-smirk, click, robe falling to her elbows, her hands cupping her breasts, stretching the fabric taut over her hard nipples, pink tongue curled outwards, demanding for a cock to be in that mouth, click, fuck, Jungkook was losing it a little, one of her hands sliding in and scooping her breast out, the other hand extended as she squeezed her large, declivous-looking nipple between two knuckles.
Her two hands framing her uncovered breasts, squeezing them between her fingers, nipples sticking out right in front of his face.
A close-up.
He was breathing so hard that Yoongi’s hand slid over his mouth, shutting him up.
“You alright over there, Yoongi?” she asked, tilting her head.
“I’m fine,” was Yoongi dry reply, raising an eyebrow at Jungkook.
He looked back with wide eyes, praying that his hyung could tell he was thinking, what the fuck am I supposed to do, she’s literally my wet dream standing in front of me!
“Are you upset that Jungkookie didn’t come?” Yoongi asked. His eyes were replying to him. Shut up and get a damn grip. He was buying time for Jungkook to do so, it seemed.
She lowered her hands, sighing. “I thought you said he wanted to fuck me to the next dimension and follow me there and fuck me some more.”
Jungkook whipped his head to Yoongi. The black-haired man shrugged as if to say, am I wrong?
He wasn’t, but…
“But you seem to be wrong, considering he didn’t come even though you asked. I told you he’s not into me as much as you think he is,” she went on, waving a hand, oblivious to their silent interaction. “Ah, that phone call was a bad idea. I think we scared him off. Did you even tell him that we would pay him?”
He was definitely scared, although it was more of the man with cat-like eyes wordlessly threatening to murder him if he spoke and less about getting paid.
“He knows he’ll be getting paid.”
Yoongi said it very ominously. Jungkook blinked at him.
She sighed. “it’s too bad, really. He was always my favorite of your friends.”
Jungkook jerked his head to her, jaw open. What?
“But he never wanted to talk to me much.” She frowned. “Maybe he was ashamed.”
“He’s not ashamed,” Yoongi interjected. “He’s pretending not to be horny every time you say his name and failing.”
The words hit Jungkook hard and he staggered a bit, rubbing his chest at the blow. His hyung mouthed, you’re very obvious, and he shifted his eyes, wincing.
“Wouldn’t that be nice if Jungkook wanted to play with me?” she purred, sighing softly, voice soaked with longing and desire. “Would you let me, Yoongi?”
Jungkook froze.
Maybe his brain exploded.
“I told you I would if he showed up.”
Before Jungkook could scream, my ass is right here, take me now, Yoongi clamped a hand over his mouth and started speaking again, muffling anything Jungkook had to say. He flailed about silently in his hyung’s surprisingly strong grip, frustrated and horny and confused, wondering why Yoongi wasn’t letting him do anything if apparently it was allowed, holy shit, his mind was still reeling now that he knew it was allowed, it was allowed, hyung is going to let me touch his girlfriend at some point, holy shit–
“Isn’t it about time that you get on your knees?” Yoongi was saying.
An eyebrow raised over the blindfold. “What?”
“Let’s do a point-of-view shot this time.”
Her head tilted. “Oh? So suddenly?”
“They love that shit. I can cum in your mouth or on your face. Pick one.”
The number of times Jungkook short-circuited today was surely, surely going to result in permanent brain damage. He was going to watch his hyung jack off onto his girlfriend’s face? Jungkook wasn’t particularly religious but, what the fuck, please, have mercy on his poor horny little soul.
“I’ll let you cum on my face,” she answered, cocky and arrogant.
“Why is it that whenever you say something that is supposed to sound submissive, you sound smug as hell?” Yoongi chuckled.
She smirked, open-mouthed and devious.
She was naked now, save the sheer stockings, and now the memory card of his camera was full of naked pictures of her. Jungkook was mouthing to Yoongi, what is going on? And Yoongi was mouthing back, shut the fuck up.
“Let me mess this up for you.”
And now he was watching Yoongi cup her chin, tilt it up, both of them on their knees, pressing his lips to hers, ugh, he wanted it to be him, that was a messed-up thing to think but Jungkook did, he wanted it to be him, watching their pink tongues cross, listening to her soft moan and Yoongi soft growl, fuck, I want that to be me, please, fuck, please, begging in his head, heartbeat racing, even if it’s a three-way kiss, just let he be part of it, please, internally screaming. Her hands came up and gripped Yoongi’s beige sweater, black and violet nails contrasting the soft knitted fabric, gasping, one of Yoongi’s pale hands tangling in her hair, pulling it back, careful not to mess up her horns, smearing her lipstick down the left side of her chin and down her neck, leaving bright red kiss marks imprinted on her beautiful skin.
Yoongi’s dark brown orbs were on Jungkook, eyebrow cocked at him.
Jungkook bit back anything he had to say and remained patient.
It was not going to last for much longer, but also, neither was he. His underwear was despairingly damp with the amount of pre-cum leaking out of him.
“There we go,” Yoongi murmured, releasing her slowly, lovingly.
Her hands came up and made sure her horns were balanced well as Yoongi stood up, his lips covered in red. She seemed to know what was coming next, waiting, and Yoongi came back with the tube of lipstick, reapplying it carefully so her plump lips were once again highlighted, perfectly messy.
“You’re welcome.”
Yoongi backed off and Jungkook waited a moment, seeing her idle pose. There was elegance in it, on her knees, sitting down, thighs spilling over the tops of the stockings, hands behind her back, forearm over forearm, breasts exposed and lipstick down her throat.
She tipped her head back, rolling out her neck and Jungkook snapped a photo.
He looked at it.
That body line of neck to tits to waist to pussy to thighs.
“You’re taking a lot of test shots, Yoongi,” she remarked, lowering her head. “You think you’re getting the hang of it?”
Over Jungkook’s shoulder, a presence neared, wiping his lips with a tissue, observing the photo. He raised his eyebrows, glancing at Jungkook, who felt his cheeks flush and he looked away, ears heated all of a sudden.
“Something like that,” was Yoongi’s calm, neutral response.
But, most of all, I just want you to be mine.
It was a hopeless hope, a pointless prayer, an almost romantic photo, and Jungkook knew it was, he knew Yoongi could see it, but this was art, she was art, and it was going to be apparent and obvious like that because Jungkook didn’t know how to hide it. It was impossible to hide if it was his work and his hyung’s girlfriend was the main focal point.
Yoongi was grabbing him by the hips.
He planted Jungkook in front of his girlfriend.
Oh, fuck.
Yoongi leaned his chin on Jungkook’s shoulder and spoke downward, his deep voice vibrating him down to his thundering heart in his ribcage.
“Look up for me, my love.”
She looked up, half-smirk on her lips. Teasing. Yoongi had to pinch Jungkook to remind him that he should take the downwards photo of her looking up at him, otherwise he was too in shock to believe that was what he was doing right now, looking down at that pretty face, those tits, the peek of juicy ass under her arms, oh shit, he was millimeters away from whining, please, hyung, please let me touch her.
“That’s it. Lean back, angle your tits up.”
“Mmm, yes, that’s the one. Show me your pussy.”
Her knees spread apart and she balanced on one hand as the other reached in between her legs, Jungkook becoming breathless, two elegant fingers spreading her slick, pretty pussy open, already wet, viscous juices sticking to her inner thighs and all over the inner lips, the hole flexing as she grinned, devilish and dirty.
Jungkook’s dick was actually going to rip out of his pants.
Yoongi whispered in his ear, almost soundless.
“Take the picture.”
He raised his camera, breathing hard, staring through the viewfinder. Made sure the composition was perfect, the light reflecting off the glossiness, capturing the perfect ratio of waist to hips and the perkiness of her nipples, and of course.
That naughty smile and lipstick kisses down her neck.
“Back up, my love,” Yoongi murmured, his hot breath against Jungkook’s neck.
She took her time, humming softly, placing her hands on her thighs.
Power. That’s what it felt like. Blindfolded, on her knees, naked, messy lipstick smears, wearing fake ram’s horns, but there was unmistakable power in her stance and the tick of her head, and he wanted to beg, noona, please, he wanted to plead for mercy and yet he also didn’t, keeping his breathing quiet and shallow, trying to pretend he wasn’t there, something exciting about it, something sexy about it, fuck, it was turning it him on, he didn’t understand why or how, but it was. From the beginning until now, Yoongi forcing him to be silent and her not knowing he was there.
It was ruining him and Jungkook realized now that he liked it.
Jungkook almost jumped and made a muted noise, clutching his camera tightly as Yoongi unbuttoned his jeans and slid down the zipper.
“Hm, already, huh?” she mused.
“Do you want me to take a picture of my dick?” Yoongi chuckled at Jungkook’s shoulder.
“I keep asking you to, but you say you won’t.”
“No, I won’t. This is about you.”
Yoongi dragged his jeans down.
Yoongi dragged his boxer briefs down.
Jungkook’s disturbingly hard cock popped out, strings of pre-cum snapping, smelling very strongly of sex, gasp at his throat, freezing up as Yoongi unlatched his right hand from the camera and lowered it, did hyung just strip me, what the fuck, instincts kicking in, her red lips right in front of him, scooting closer, f-fuck, I can feel her warm breath, Yoongi closing his hand around his throbbing cock, and Jungkook was gone, gone, unable to stop it anymore, pent up arousal and prolonged silence and now actually being able to touch himself?
Her lips centimeters away from the red head of his cock?
No, he didn’t have the control anymore, Yoongi’s other hand clamping over his mouth, Jungkook cutting off his own whimpers stroking his length, fuck, he wanted to cry, it feels so good, it felt so, so fucking good, thrusting into his hand, tight grip almost too tight, the slap of skin to skin, practically choking his dick, abusing it, punishing it a little, Yoongi’s hot breath on his neck, watching over his shoulder.
She exhaled, hot and sweet, over his hand and twitching length.
Jungkook groaned low in his throat, eyes rolling back.
“You like that?” she purred.
“I always do,” Yoongi murmured, chuckling deeply.
“You going to edge yourself, or should I?” she asked, hand raising.
“Let me do it,” Yoongi snickered, rasp husky and deep.
Jungkook wanted to scream, please, please don’t, breathing hard, harder, and yet he also wanted to scream, please, please do, he wasn’t sure anymore, his body was numb with pleasure, at this point wanting to take anything, anything, do whatever you want noona, close, closer, whimpering behind Yoongi’s tight grip over his mouth, eyelids fluttering, his cock twitching, pulsating, so hard the veins were prominent, a-almost…!
Yoongi’s other hand suddenly shot out and clamped around Jungkook’s pumping fist, stilling it immediately.
Jungkook screamed behind Yoongi’s palm, nearly crying in frustration.
Yoongi was whispering in his ear.
Jungkook whimpered, shuddering.
She was front of him, cooing softly.
“Don’t you want to cum on noona’s face?”
Yoongi’s hand left his panting mouth, his vision distorted, croaking out a response, forgetting he wasn’t supposed to be talking.
“Y… Yes… Please…”
Jungkook blinked rapidly, still gripping his throbbing erection, shaking his head as Yoongi stepped back, looking down at an enigmatic smile and cocked brow under that blindfold. The smile and brow dropped suddenly, commanding growl in her tone.
“Keep going. Get yourself off, Jungkook.”
“B-But…” he sputtered, but Yoongi’s hand was around his hand again, nudging him to follow the command, and his body had no reservations like his mind did, too horny to give a shit, he needed to cum and cum now, this was not a debate, stroking himself automatically, but Jungkook was still stammering, the shock prolonging his orgasm, which might have been a blessing or a curse depending on how he looked at it later. “How... How did you…?”
She chuckled. “I know what Yoongi smells like. I knew it was you.” She tilted her head. “You ever hear that with the loss of one sense, your others become sharpened? Well, I’m no Daredevil, but I would recognize your breathing anywhere, Jungkook.”
He was breathing very had now, staring at her tits and her red lips forming every word, beautiful and mesmerizing.
“I pay attention to all the little details about you, Jungkook.”
He whimpered. God, how he loved it when she said his name.
“The way you stiffen up when I get close.” Her voice was low, teasing, amused, and Jungkook liked it, fuck, something must be wrong with him with how much he liked it. “The way you stare when I kiss Yoongi.” Jungkook was beginning to realize he would make the worst spy of all time, fucking shit. “The way you watch Yoongi’s hands when he touches me and pulls me close.”
He whined, desperate, caught, biting his lip.
“I… I’m sorry… I thought… you wouldn’t notice…”
“Of course, I would notice,” she murmured, leaning in, fuck, he nearly came but he bit the inside of his cheek, flaring pain stifling it just a little longer. “I like looking at you.”
Breath in his throat, gripping himself tighter, his stiff cock pulsing with need.
“I’ve always wanted to see all of you.”
He whimpered, desperate, needy.
“Wanted to taste you, Jungkook.”
And her pink tongue extended out of her red lips, head tipping back slightly, ready to receive him.
“A-Ah, fuck!”
Her name tumbled out of his mouth, no honorifics, shit, he forgot, mixing dreams and reality, thinking she was his, but it was too late, pitching forward, thick white strings shooting into her mouth and on those perfect red lips, splattering up to her cheek, her amused chuckle in his ears, letting him paint her face with his release, gasping, oh fuck, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, and Yoongi prodding his side impatiently.
“Take the picture before it falls off,” Yoongi commanded sternly.
Jungkook panted, lifting his camera, telling his body to still, adrenaline and ecstasy flying through him, zooming in, focusing, taking the perfect ending shot. Once. Twice. Three times.
That was his.
That was his cum on her face and it was going to be distributed to the patrons, including Jimin.
He lowered the camera.
Her tongue circled her lips, licking it off slowly. Her hand reached up and undid the blindfold carefully, letting it fall to the ground. Fingers rose to her cheek and wiped the remaining cum off, licking them slowly, her eyes on him.
Her eyes.
No makeup, exquisite shape, lovely lashes and knowing gaze, now seeing him grip his camera tightly with his pants around his fucking knees.
She arched an eyebrow. “Oh, so now you wanna use honorifics?”
Shit. She noticed. Well, of course, she noticed, how could she not, he was supposed to use them and be respectful, shit, um, she was staring at him with a smirk, shit, he was getting turned on again but his hands were occupied, shit.
“Let me help you with that.”
“Oh, um, that’s okay, I can just – oh, God!”
She did not mean help him with his camera, which is what he thought, maybe innocently so, not that he wanted to be innocent. No, her hands shot out and gripped his thighs, nails digging in, making him yelp, pulling him to her with stumbling steps, clutching his camera tightly, yelps pitching to moans as her tongue licked up the inside of his thighs, cleaning up the dripping mess, closing around his semi-hard length.
“Fuck, please, noona, o-o-oh…”
He actually forgot Yoongi was there, forgot to have shame that his hyung’s girlfriend was swallowing his cock and enjoying every second of it, his cock being assaulted by the deft work of an expert mouth, hot and wet and swirling tongue, oh, fuck, yes, his legs shaking with pleasure, gasping for breath, looking down at her, the horns steadfast and pinned in place, she was sucking his dick, holy shit, she is naked and sucking my dick!!!
Then Jungkook noticed Yoongi.
Yoongi smirked, kneeling down.
Jungkook was pretty sure his eyeballs were going to fall out of his head.
Watching fingers dancing up her thigh, Jungkook moaning as he felt her low hum of approval, his throat dry and suddenly thirsty seeing the sway her hips, the want with her move, Yoongi’s long fingers sliding into her wetness, everything slowing down, her moan vibrating his cock and his core, turning him on more, more, forgetting this was wrong, actually it probably wasn’t, Yoongi was straight up fingering his girlfriend while she was sucking his dick, so even if it was wrong, all three of them didn’t seem to give a shit. Jungkook was still clutching his camera because he was too afraid to drop it, his moans dark and wild, struggling to take in every detail to remember for every dream thereafter, her head bobbing up and down, her tongue flickering out and licking his balls as she sucked him, what the fuck, that’s porn star status, gasping in awe, again, her pink tongue sliding out and curling around his balls and disappearing back into her mouth while blowing him.
If Jungkook wasn’t incredibly jealous of Yoongi before, he was absolutely the epitome of envy upon getting his balls licked as his dick was sucked.
“Oh… Oh my God…”
Yoongi’s free hand rose and he dug his nails into her slim back, dragging them down. Her lashes fluttered, moaning deeply around his twitching length, vibrating his hips and thighs, hiking the pleasure, his own eyelids lowering, blinking hard, the buildup threatening him, so tight, so wet, not too fast but so rough, the head buried in her throat, suffocating, tongue lapping from base to tip, so, so good, and he said it over and over and over, how good it felt, noona, fuck, noona, her name, no honorifics, forgetting in between, drunk on pleasure and sinful feeling.
Her eyes opened.
Watching him.
Eyes sparkling with mischief and smugness.
Fuck, Jungkook loved it.
He loved it so fucking much.
Her hips moving back into Yoongi’s hand, Jungkook’s moans hiking, his sounds more uninhibited now, dirtier, yearning, losing it, whimpering, wanting to tip his head back but not wanting to look away, staring into her tempting eyes, commanding him to do it, going, going, gone.
“Gonna… cum for you… fuck!”
He exploded into her mouth, strangled moan torn from his throat, eyes rolling back, emptying what was left into her tight throat, cock jerking and flinching at the sensitivity, dribbling down as she swallowed, her muffled cries making him shiver, her nails digging into his thighs, jamming him all the way down her throat and squirming, her hips shaking, and Jungkook could smell it, thick, sweet, her orgasm soaking Yoongi’s fingers, so incredibly jealous that he whimpered, looking back down, seeing red lipstick imprinted around the base of his cock.
She drew back, licking him all over, hot exhale shaky and erratic, chuckling deeply.
Yoongi stood up.
Jungkook was barely standing. She stopped at the head, soft, languid curls of wet muscle around the sensitive skin, his mouth open, breathing hard, watching with hazed eyes, intoxicated on sin.
Then they snapped open as Yoongi shoved his wet fingers into Jungkook’s mouth.
He jerked his head over to his hyung, shocked as Yoongi calmly thrust his fingers down his throat, coating the insides of his mouth with the sweet, addicting taste of his girlfriend’s pussy, surprise turning to depraved moans, his tongue swirling around his hyung’s fingers, whining as the head of his cock was coaxed by his noona’s tongue.
Yoongi leaned forward, growling in his ear.
“Don’t forget to show her the pictures.”
She held his face in her hands.
“N… Noona…”
Just her, no horns, no fancy clothing. Just her, wearing his indigo sweater, on his lap.
On the bed she shared with Yoongi.
“Did I do a good job?” Jungkook asked nervously, biting his lip. “Did you like the photos when you reviewed them?”
“I did. Do you want to edit them? Or should I? I can pay you more if you edit them. Makes it easier for me.”
He nodded quickly, thinking of the hours he would spend at his computer staring at the plethora of pictures of her naked body. “I can edit them. You don’t have to–”
“Shhh… Good work always gets repaid, Jungkook.”
Her kiss like a drug, lips to bare lips, no more lipstick. Fuck. Jungkook wanted to kiss her forever.
“But… I don’t want money…”
She drew back, tilting her head. Yoongi came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, leaning his head on her shoulder, watching Jungkook with her. He gulped, chewing on his lower lip some more. He was asking too much. He shouldn’t – uh oh, his mouth was already talking.
“I just… want time… if that’s okay with hyung…”
Yoongi raised his eyebrows. “With me? You should be asking her first.”
Jungkook’s eyes shifted to hers, her eyebrow raised, expression scrutinizing. “Er… if you want to, noona… if you want me…”
She smirked.
“We do have that spare bedroom upstairs in case you ever want to come over and work… It will make it easier to take the extra candid shots for the highest paid tier if you’re around more often.”
His eyes widened, excitement bubbling in his ribcage.
“Hmm, my customers will be spoiled then, won’t they, Jungkook?”
Fuck, he loved it when she said his name.
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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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sparklingchim · 6 months ago
drown in your body; m | jjk
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pairing: werewolf!jungkook x human!reader
rating: 18+
word count: 6.1k
genre: alpha!jk, werewolf au, smut, friends to lovers
warnings: dom!jk, sub!reader, dirty talk, groping, spanking, name calling (bitch) fingering, oral (f receiving), impreg/breeding kink, possessiveness, jk is massive, knotting, multiple orgasms, slight choking
summary: You're ovulating - and oblivious to it - and Jungkook, the best friend he is, wants to protect you. But because you're a brat and never listen anyway, you do the exact opposition of what Jungkook advised you to do... And somehow it all ends up with Jungkook fucking you.
a/n: i may have listened to 'drown' by baekhyun while writing this heheee 🤭
Jungkook is your best friend.
But as much as you love your best friend, sometimes - maybe a little bit more than only sometimes - your love is equally freighted with hate.
You just don't know why he's acting so haughty sometimes and thinks that whatever nonsense spills out of his mouth is the best and right thing to do. Well, he is a werewolf - an alpha werewolf to state it correctly - but still, it's not like Jungkook and you aren't friends since you both were little, so Jungkook is undoubtedly aware of that you don't care whatever alpha male shit he is confronting you with.
Take for example this situation right now - Jungkook is pulling that stupid alpha shit on you, behaving like he knows everything better and has to take care of you like you're his younger sister and ew, that perception is just  gross.
,,But I want to come with you," you pout, eyebrows stubbornly furrowed.
,,I don't care," Jungkook simply answers, pushing your hand away that you stretched out to straighten his bangs.
You huff at his annoyed attitude and turn around to open your dorm room with your keys. ,,Why can't I come?" you ask, still not understanding why he doesn't want you to come to the party.
Jungkook picked you up from your late afternoon class and walked you to your dorm. When you asked him if he had something planned for today he said he was going to the party later and of course you asked if you could join him, but to your surprise he rejected you. Without a reason. Jungkook thinks he's being all protective - over what you don't know, because you've been with him to a lot of parties already - but to you he talked gibberish for the past ten minutes while you walked to your dorm and not one single reasonable sentence came out of him.
You turn around when the door opens, pushing the it wider so Jungkook can come in, but he is just standing in front of the entrance, not indicating to follow you inside.
,,You're not coming inside?"
,,I told you that I would go over to the frat house," Jungkook retorts, perplexing you.
,,The party won't start until a few hours though."
,,I know, but the boys and I are gonna meet there now."
,,Okay, then I'll come over later."
Jungkook flares his nostrils, trying to calm himself with taking a deep breath. ,,Why is it so hard for you to just obey me when I tell you something?"
,,What the hell, Jungkook? I'm not your bitch that you can boss around." Normally Jungkook had more patience with you than he has now - though you're behaving like a brat for the most of times - and doesn't let his anger overcome him.
,,It's better for you if you stay home today, y/n," he says calmer, your reaction telling him that he may have been too rough with you.
You roll your eyes. ,,What kind of bullshit is that? You know, just- just tell me if you don't want to have me around, Jungkook."
,,When did I say that? Stop putting words into my mouth, y/n."
,,It certainly feels that way."
,,But really, do you think just because we're best friends we have to be with each other all the time?"
,,So you're admitting that the only reason you don't want me to come is because you don't want me around because you want some alone time with your friends? Am I too clingy for you?" You arch an eyebrow, pretending to sound accusatory, but inside you're supposition that you have of your friendship is crumbling under uncertainty as you take Jungkook's words into consideration.
Are you really clingy? Are you not letting him have time with his friends, because your practically occupying his whole free time? You never thought about this, it never hit your mind that Jungkook could find your annoying or clingy, because he never implied anything when he was with you. You both grew up like this though, always being with each other, literally almost always spending the night over at each others places.
However, right now everything seems quite the opposite.
,,I didn't say that," Jungkook tries to clarify, but it doesn't sound convincing.
,,Sure you didn't."
Jungkook is visibly piqued at your persistent doubts that you exhibit towards him, but you don't care about how your words are affecting him, because your focus is on defending yourself and not letting him treat you like this - he's your best friend after all, he shouldn't be out here treating you like your his bitch that he can command.
,,Stop fucking acting like this," Jungkook says, clenching his jaw.
,,Yeah your right, sorry for wanting to spent some time with you. Your friends are probably waiting for you," you retort pertly. You don't give him a chance to reply anything to you as you shut the door right in front of his face. A triumphant feeling bubbles inside of you, though it might seem a bit childish, but you don't care.
,,Y/n," he growls from the other side, but you just turn on your heels and enter your kitchen to eat something. Food seems much more important than an annoying Jungkook who can't keep his stupid alpha behaviour under control.
A few hours later you're at the frat house.
Though Jungkook told you to not visit, his reasons - were there even any reasons? - were inscrutable, so you didn't give a damn about what he said to you and decided to come over anyways.
You're not aware of where Jungkook is, but that shouldn't matter because you're not here because of him. You're here to have fun and no to meet Jungkook.
After you get yourself a drink there's already a guy - named Hoseok - who approached you and starts a conversation with you. You know that he's a werewolf, he's in a few of your classes but you never really talked to him. Most werewolfs get scared off by the heavy alpha smell that always lingers on you - the outcome of being with Jungkook 24/7. The students here didn't dare to hit on you-sometimes even too afraid of approaching you to just talk to you. They either smell the alpha scent on you or they're aware of Jungkook and you being close, so they decide for the safer option and don't reach out to you. You have some friends, most of them female though, and making new friends was getting harder every day.
However, you're surprised that the usual keeping distance from you doesn't apply for today, because lots of people approach you and try to get your attention.
You're currently in the middle of talking to Jimin, when someone clears his throat beside you. You gasp in shock and turn your head to be met with Jungkook's brown orbs, already staring at you. A perfectly shaped eyebrow is arched and his buff arms are folded in front of him.
Jungkook seems to be...angry. And to call his impression to be angry was an understatement. He looked...Yeah, you don't even know how to describe it, because Jungkook never looked at you like that. He never seemed to be angry at you - well, yes, sometimes over petty things, but not to that extent - and you simply are at loss of words.
His tongue is prodding at the insides of his mouth and if it wasn't for the furious expression he grants you with, you would have concentrated on his hotness and fantasised about what else his tongue is able to do. Jungkook looks so utterly beguiling when he is angry, but not when his rage is pointed at you.
It didn't take long for Jungkook to notice that you're somewhere in this dwelling - despite him explicitly telling you not to come, but of course you still came over since your whole entity exudes brattiness so it's no wonder that you didn't listen to his demand - and it also didn't take a lot of time for him to make out your exact location - the house is practically getting drowned in your scent.
,,What are you doing here?" Jungkook asks, his gaze fully locked on yours and not even sparing a glance at Jimin - who's slowly taking little steps to the side to get away from Jungkook and the scene that's about to unravel...
,,I don't think that's any of your business."
Jungkook scoffs, shaking his head.
,,You are so stupid, aren't you?"
,,Just leave me alone. I'm not even here with you, so have fun with your friends," you say and want to brush him off and walk to the living room, but Jungkook grabs your wrist and doesn't let you go.
,,Where do you think you're going?" he asks with his deep voice.
,,Away from you," you answer and try to wiggle his hand off your wrist, but he doesn't budge.
,,Being with me is probably gonna be the safest now," he grumbles and suddenly he starts walking, dragging you along with him.
You're out of the frat house, walking down the street and you're so confused as to why he reacted like that. Sure, you ignored his words from earlier, but dragging you out of the fucking frat house? That was too much.
,,What is wrong with you Jungkook?!"
He turns around, eyes big and full with anger.
,,What's wrong with me? Really?"
You knit your eyebrows together. ,,You're fucking towing me out of the party like I'm some five year old kid. Get your shit together, Jungkook!" you almost scream at him and your thankful that nobody is around.
,,Why don't you get your shit together? Why are you fucking blaming me?!"
,,What are you taking about?" you ask confused, Jungkook makes absolutely no sense today.
,,Didn't your parents teach you this, y/n?" Jungkook hisses, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.
,,Teach me what?" you obliviously ask.
,,That you shouldn't be walking around horny frat boy werewolfs with no care in the world when you are fucking fertile!"
Lips parting you try to get a coherent sentence out of you, but no words spill out of your mouth - just silence hanging between the two of you, his chide completely threw you off.
You absolutely did not expect this. How could you though? (Perhaps if you would keep track of your fertility, but documenting your period on the app on your phone was already annoying enough so you never cared about anything else. Stupid you.)
,,I- I didn't know...," you say abashed.
,,Of course you didn't know." Jungkook's voice is still laced with irritation, he tries to suppress the growing anger inside him, but it doesn't work. Your intoxicating smell is fully wrapped around him, even stronger than when he picked you up from your classes earlier this day. And the fact that you didn't listen to him - didn't listen to his demand though the only purpose of everything he does is to protect you - infuriates him so much.
Sometimes Jungkook really asked himself how he was able to stay with you for so long, because your impish attitude gave him a hard time for hundredths of times already. But the simply answer to that is love. His love that is allocated for you ebbs every annoying thing away, lets it crumble into something meaningless and reminds him about his deep feelings for you, because no matter how tough it is with you sometimes - Jungkook would do everything for you. He'd do everything to meet all of your desires and arouse that sweet little smile that you flash him every time you're fond of his actions.
The simplicity of love surprised him sometimes. The simple way of having such intense feeling for someone that bewitch him into not hesitating for anything he does for you, never spending a second thought about his actions - as long as it pertains your welfare he would do anything to make you happy. But that's what love does to you, Jungkook thinks. And if that's what being in love with you is like, Jungkook would never get tired of it. Making you happy is the equivalent to making Jungkook happy.
,,Let's just get you home. Your smell was giving everyone a hard time back there," Jungkook says, voice finally calm - though it sounded strained.
Usually when you're ovulating Jungkook tries to be as close to you as possible, allowing no other male person to have any intrusive thoughts and thinking about approaching you. He also makes sure to stay either at your or his place when your scent is the strongest. Throughout the whole procedure of keeping you away from horny werewolfs - whom primal insticts would get the better hand of them if it wasn't for Jungkook protecting you - it was excruciatingly painful to be with you when the aroma of your fertile pussy is flying in the air. But he always kept his itching finger away from you. As long as you don't have a partner to do this job for him, he would be the one keeping you safe. (Though you being in a relationship with someone would probably not change anything about his constant need of protecting you and making sure that you're okay.)
You still have a hard time adjusting to the fact that you came over to the frat house, getting surprised by all the boys suddenly approaching you, but now you know that they only hit you up because you are ovulating, which finally brings some sense into the atypical situation.
,,But let's keep some distance between us. It's hard to hold back," Jungkook confesses. He pondered about saying this, but he wants you to know that your ovulating indeed has consequences that are also affecting him.
You weren't prepared for his sudden admission - yes, he is a werewolf, you know that, but you didn't think he would openly confess that your current that effects him. Nevertheless, you like it. You like having the knowledge of him having a difficult time because of you. Because there's an elusive desire in him and you're the cause of it. It would be a lie if you would say that you didn't relish in the feeling of having that power over him, which also leads you to feel more confident, causing a questions to pop up inside your mind.
You take a step closer to Jungkook, reducing the desirable between you, despite of what Jungkook said a minute ago.
Your heart drums inside your chest, your lungs tightening and effecting your steady breathing. Desperately you try to calm your nerves, knowing that Jungkook can hear your heartbeat, is able to notice your whole change in your demeanour, but you don't succeed with your attempt and rather flood your body with more excitement.
Regardless of his skills and the knowledge of the obvious exhilaration that builds up in you, Jungkook stays quite and waits for your answer. He won't dare to cross a line and put you off - you're way too precious for him.
,,What if I don't want you to hold back?"
Your words add more tension in the already buzzing air, holding so much power in them.
,,What if I want you to fuck me?"
,,Y/n...," he warns.
Maybe you would've felt insecure after that insensible answer to your confession, but his lust filled eyes tell you enough to make you doubtless - facilitated even, because for how long did you hide your crush on Jungkook now? (you clearly remember the day when Jungkook joined the baseball team in school and suddenly his body became all buff and big, his usual adorable look vanishing and being replaced with something so manly and attractive that made all the girls in school gush over him. And maybe his bulkier body and the confidence he gained through all the attention that he got - though a lot of people already had a crush on him before that - provoked the crush you developed on him.)
,,I mean it, Jungkook."
,,You don't know what you're getting yourself into," he tries to alert you, wanting to let you know that once you both would get started he won't be able to urge his primal instincts back.
Again you step closer to him, wrapping your hands around his neck and trailing your eyes over his soft lips, the wait trail that his tongue left there a second ago glistening under the glow of the moon that is high up in the sky.
Jungkook can't stop himself, the close proximity of your body instantly drawing him to your neck and he nuzzles his face into your soft skin, your aroma hitting his nostrils and he growls against your skin.
,,I want you," you whisper.
Oh God. How long had Jungkook waited to hear these words from you? He wants you for so many years now, the desire to stuff you full of his cock has been inside him for too long.
And when you start placing soft little smooches on his neck, it's over for Jungkook. He won't be able to resist you this time.
,,You're absolutely sure?"
,,Aren't you literally able to smell how wet I am right now?"
,,No, because your fucking fertile cunt outweighs every other smell," Jungkook snarls, his eyes twinkling in a light red colour as his primal instincts to breed you right then and there get the better hand of him.
And that's how you end up in Jungkook's bed - both your bodies left with just your underwear - only a few minutes after.
He's pinning you down, his big and muscular body caging you under him, his lips hungrily moving against yours and tangling his tongue with you. It's messy and fast and uncoordinated, but as long as it's Jungkook, everything feels amazing.
While his mouth trails down to your jawline his hand cups your tit, squeezing the soft flesh before harshly tugging your bra down and tweaking your already hard nipple. You whine at the pleasurable plain, your whine turning into a moan when he starts sucking your neck and soon slightly sinks his teeth into your skin. Jungkook soothes his bites with his tongue, placing a few reassuring kisses before he moves on.
He fully neglects your tits as he ducks down, he would worship your body more, but right now there's just one place that he wants to be and that's your fertile little pussy. His whole mind is clouded just because of your addicting smell and he can't prolong his craving any longer.
He settles himself between your open legs, discarding your wet panties in one swift motions. Your leaking pussy is just a few centimetres away from his mouth. Jungkook sniffs at your pussy, taking long and deep breaths through his nose to devour the whiff of your fertility.
,,Fuck, you're pussy is so ready to get filled with cum, isn't it?" he asks, his index finger gliding over your cunt. Jungkook bites his lip when he takes the sight of your sticky arousal on his finger in, pulling his digit away to see how long the string of your arousal will go. ,,Fucking look at this." He's so mesmerised by your pussy, his eyes trained on your wetness. His other hand roughly squeezes your thigh, his fingers digging into you flesh. Jungkook sucks his digit clean before pushing both of your thighs up. ,,Hold them up," he instructs and you immediately comply, bending your legs and holding them to your chest.
Jungkook dives right in, his mouth sucking and slurping on your juices, completely surprising you with his tempo. His wicked tongue darts out, rapidly toying with your clit while moans and whimpers spill out of you. His ministrations only cause your pussy to get wetter and wetter, but Jungkook is quick to drink it all down, desperately searching for all your juices that you can offer him.
His hands sneak up to your tits, fondling with the straps of your bra before impatience overcomes him when he can't seem to get the fabric away to see your beautiful full breasts in their full splendour, so he rips your bra into two pieces, throwing both of them away.
,,What the fuck, Jungkook?" you manage to say, suppressing a moan.
,,I'll buy you a new one," he mumbles against your core. Though you're really mad at him, you can't pretend like Jungkook murmuring words against your pussy with his deep voice isn't turning you on.
,,Don't think you will tho," you retort, eyebrows furrowed as you feel the blood inside you sizzle in pleasure.
,,Want me to take you to Victoria Secret tomorrow? I'll get you everything you want, baby."
Oh fuck. Just the thought of Jungkook pampering you with sexy lingerie only excites you.
,,I'd fucking love to."
Jungkook hums against your core, the vibrations of his low tone sending another wave of arousal through you and you're so close to coming undone.
,,Now shush, I'm gonna make you cum now." His big hands knead your tits, fingers grazing over your buds before teasingly pulling them. You whine and moan and shake beneath Jungkook, everything he's doing feels so great.
His mouth latches onto your clit, sucking at your bundle of nerves at the same time as he plunges two fingers inside you. You moans when he starts moving his digits inside you, expertly crooking them and finding you sweet spot within seconds.
,,Oh!" you moan loud.
Jungkook looks up at you, enjoying the view of your beautiful face twisted into pure euphoria.
,,Gonna cum now," you warn him.
Jungkook hums again, the vibrations completely sending you off and throwing you into another dimension. You roll your eyes, your fingers digging into the back of your thighs. The motions of his fingers stop and your pussy starts grinding on its own on Jungkook's face, riding your high out as Jungkook cleans your cum smeared folds up, licking your sticky cunt clean before he withdraws himself and his fingers from it. You let go from the grip on your legs and they fall limb on Jungkook's bed.
,,That was so goddamn hot," he whispers kissing his way up to your face.
You're still panting crazily, but that doesn't stop you from wanting more.
,,You're gonna fuck me now?"
,,Such a fucking bitch," he curses. ,,You're really desperate to get bred by me, aren't you? You want me to fill you up so good and full of cum, huh?"
,,Shit, yes. Yes, Jungkook."
You notice his glance to your pussy and then to his night stander where his condoms probably are.
,,I have an IUD," you tell him before he's able to ask. He nods, and kisses you briefly before he pulls his briefs down, throwing the fabric across his room. Then he sits back on his heels, stroking his hard dick in slow movements.
Jungkook is huge. You'd already fantasised about his big size, but you never imagined it to be this massive.
You bite finger while your thought, captivated by his enormous length.
You're a bit intimidated by Jungkook's size and he immediately picks up on your hesitance, reassuring you with soft spoken words and loving strokes on your body.
,,We can stop right now, but once I get inside you I can't promise to be gentle," he truthfully informs you, giving you the opportunity to back out, but you're way too turned on right now to not allow Jungkook to fuck you hard and deep just like you need it.
,,No, I want this. Want your cock inside me and filling me with your cum. Please." Your voiced is laced in desperation and longing for his cock and Jungkook wouldn't let you pass another minute without his dick stuffed inside your tight pussy.
,,You want me to breed you so fucking bad, huh? You're so filthy." He bores his fingers into your hip, his mind fully misted over with your suffocated scent and his primal instincts to fuck his pups inside you. In the next second Jungkook flips you over, holding your hips up and you naturally steady yourself on your elbows, arching your back for him. 
He glides his cock over your slick folds, his tip gathering every bit of your juices that stick on your pussy. After he lubricated your entrance with your wetness, he nudges his tip slowly in, hands grazing over your sides to calm your senses as he plunges his length deeper inside you, leisurely sinking into your heat till he's fully buried in your warm core. You weren't aware of the breath you were holding in, but when his whole cock deep inside you, you let out a shaky wheeze.
,,What a beautiful bitch you are. Taking my cock so well," Jungkook praises and your insides flutter at his comment.
Jungkook presses soft kisses over your spine, continuing to pamper your body with gentleness before he would start fucking you like he truly wants, but at the same time his affectionate gestures allow him to calm himself down, suppressing the zeal that is going to overtake his body once he makes sure of your wellbeing.
,,You can move now, Gguk," you say, a little moan escaping your mouth after feeling him shuffle behind you and his length mildly moving inside.
Jungkook bottoms out, only letting the tip in before he thrusts forward again, moaning in unison when your tight walls are wrapped around his thick member. Just when Jungkook gracefully moves into you, he knows that he won't be able to control his animalistic behaviour, your tight pussy feels too good to let him have a sober mind.
He has no patience to build up a fast rhythm by going slow at first, Jungkook has to fuck you hard and deep, he wants to make you both cum and spill his seed inside you and let everyone smell his cum on you. He wants everyone to know that your his and no one else's.
You whimper, his cock stretching you out so delicately and reaching spots that no one else ever touched.
,,You like getting fucked like this, don't you?" His condescending tone sends shivers down your spine, making your body scream for more. And Jungkook is good in giving you more, his pace evolves into a more rapid and ferocious one, letting you think of nothing but his cock ramming inside you. ,,Answer me, bitch," he demands.
,,Y-yes, love it. Love it so much, Jungkook," you mewl.
,,Who am I?" he asks though gritted teeth, intently waiting for your answer.
,,Jungkook." You know that this probably wasn't the answer he wanted to coax out of you, but your mind is too busy with dealing with the unceasing pleasure that rushes through.
,,Wrong," he tsks, his hand harshly landing on your ass. You hiss at the sting, mind searching for what Jungkook wants to hear, but you can't come up with something.
,,I'm your alpha, you hear me? I'm your fucking alpha and you're my little bitch." Jungkook spanks you again before gripping your ass with both his hands.
,,You're my alpha, I'm yours, I belong to you," you frantically pant and blurt these words out, but you really mean them - they're not just trivial words you say to make him feel better. You belong to Jungkook, it has never been otherwise.
,,That's right. Your alpha is gonna breed you, hm? I'm gonna shoot my cum into your womb and fuck you till your full with my pups. You would love that, wouldn't you?
,,Fuck, yes. Wanna carry your babies," you moan. Your elbows give in and you press your cheek against Jungkook's bed. He groans when the images of you being big and round fill his mind and Jungkook loves it, he adores the thought of everyone knowing that your his and he's yours so fucking much.
,,Everyone's gonna know that your mine, that your round and full with my pups," he growls lowly.
They already know that Jungkook and you belong to each other - and Jungkook is fully aware of that too because he purposefully scents you every time your both have to go somewhere without one another.
Jungkook leans over, nuzzling his face on the juncture between shoulder and neck.
,,Smell so fucking good," he mumbles, low pants filling your ears and clouding your mind.
The familiar knot magnifies inside you again and you clutch the sheets, knuckles going white because of the tight hold.
,,You're gonna cum, aren't you? You're gonna cum for your alpha." Jungkook draws back again, his gaze locked on you ass jiggling due to the harsh snaps of his hips and reveling in the sounds of your slick pussy getting pounded by his cock.
You nod hastily nod, the tight feeling inside high approaching fast and clogging your mind with thoughts of finally experienced your high that you seek for so desperately,
The constantly sprouting wave finally threatens to erupt with a sudden intensity. And when it ultimately does, it shatters your body into profound delectation, your whole body shuddering as it overflows with pleasure that you've never felt before.
Jungkook's boundless lunges into your pulsating heat let you see scintillating stars when your eyes screw shut, little whimpers and whines leaving your mouth.
,,Fuuckk, that's right. Cum on my cock like the good little bitch you are," he groans, watching how you nuzzles your face further into his mattress and muffling your loud moans. He slides his hands across your sides, giving you a few affectionate strokes.
Tears prick in your eyes, your head comfortable laying on the sheets and your cheek pressed snugly on it. Your heart thunders inside your chest. Your whole body felt drained and tired but at the same time you never felt so much delight and euphoria fill your body, your toes curling at all the overwhelming feelings that flooded your body all at once.
,,Shit, your pussy is so tight baby. So greedy to milk everything out of me," Jungkook curses and one hand crashes against your ass, coaxing a whine out of you. ,,I'm gonna breed you - fuck, I'm gonna fill you up with my cum."
Jungkook opts for really hard thrusts now, your body jolting forwards as he does, but he instantly pulls your back by your hips, having a secure grip on holding your body firmly on your spot.
,,You're my dirty little bitch aren't you? Only mine - you're my bitch, right?"
,,Uh-huh, I'm yours - I'm your bitch," you retort with a tired voice, but his current state rubs off on you, slowly coaxing you out of your little bubble and shooting fire inside you again.
Your answer gets Jungkook more of. He ducks down again, one hand wrapping around your throat and squeezing his fingers around your sweaty skin. Jungkook is lost inside your body, absolutely lost in the way your fertile cunt was spasming around him and trying to milk him out.
,,Want me to breed you? Do you want me to fuck my pups into you?" he pants, his digits pushing further into you throat.
,,Please Jungkook, please fill me up," you beg, tilting your head so you're able to look at him. And fuck, you've never seen him that gorgeous before. His dampened curly hair hangs on his forehead, his whole body covered in a layer of sweat, some droplets streaming down his neck and his temple. Eyebrows scrunched together and his lips secured in his teeth, his jolts get sloppier the closer he gets to his climax.
,,I'm so fucking close," he mutters and draws closer to slightly bites down your shoulder.
,,Breed me, Jungkook. Breed me till I'm swollen with your pups inside me."
Your words spur him on, a deep animalistic growl leaving his mouth before you feel him painting your clenching walls white, shooting his cum so deep inside you that you feel it spurting past your cervix. Jungkook's cock twitches inside you a few times and he lets out a deep moan, continuing slow strokes till he completely stops.
Not soon after that the base of his cock starts swelling, stretching your even wider as his size grows bigger. A few more spurts of his cum squirts inside you. You whine at the new feeling, squirming beneath him.
,,Shh, it's fine, baby," he soothes you, slowly guiding both your bodies on your sides when his knot infatuated to its full size.
A few tears roll down your cheeks and Jungkook quickly swipes them away with his thumb, cupping your cheek and placing a soft smooch on your nose.
,,You did so well, baby," Jungkook whispers, combing his fingers through your hair. ,,So well." His gentle voice pacifies you, lulling your pain away.
,,I love you." Your sudden confession makes him stop with his comforting strokes on your hair. He's searching for something in your eyes - he doesn't know that exactly he is looking for, but just something that indicates that your just playing with him and not meaning the three little words that you just said. But Jungkook finds nothing in your eyes, except for the mesmerising sparkle and the usual fondness that Jungkook always notices when you look at him.
Of course nothing had changed from the look of your eyes - you're gaze looks the same as ever, you were always looking at him with full love expressed in your eyes, because you are in love with Jungkook for years now.
,,I love you," Jungkook retorts, his tone soft.
You flesh him your cutest smile ever, nose lightly crunching up.
,,Say it again," he says.
,,I love you."
You giggle. ,,I love you."
Jungkook pulls himself closer to you, pressing his forehead against yours.
,,Again," he mumbles against your lips.
,,I lov-" before you can finish he captures your lips into a kiss, moving his lips in languid fashions over yours. Your tummy tickles, shivers run down your spine, mind clouded with his loving touches and his sweet confession.
The realisation that you got laid by your best friend sinks in only now. Your childhood friend - your long-time crush fucked you and on top of that he reciprocates your feelings. What a life. Is this what the main characters in books and movies feel like?
You both were so caught up in kissing each other that you both didn't notice how his cock slipped out of you and how a tiny mess of cum is now sticking on his bed sheets. You want Jungkook again, the sudden confessions and the passionate kisses are making you thirsty for him.
,,Again" - you push your upper body up, grazing his abs seductively - ,,Please fuck me again," your beautiful voice whispers.
Jungkook is bemused for a second, taking into consideration how your body must feel utterly fatigued after what you both have done - especially after Jungkook's untamed animalistic behaviour - it is absurd how fast you want to go again. He thought you were done for the night, but it seems like you have other plans.
Despite is concern about the condition of your body, Jungkook would do anything to satisfy you wishes. (and maybe he wouldn't deny your wish because he feels his softened cock growing into a boner again...)
However, before he starts getting into action again, there's one thing Jungkook wants to tell you again.
,,I love you," he repeats, watching how your eyes sparkle in delight at his confession.
,,I love you too," you beam and peck him on the lips. ,,But please make me see stars again, wanna feel you again, want you to fill me up again," you beg and bite your lip. Your ovulation is making you feel so horny and now that you have a naked Jungkook beside you it's not really helping to curb your hormones.
And with your lust filled pleads, Jungkook towers over you again and you two have lots of fun for the rest of the night, the moon accompanying you two with its glimmer shining into Jungkook's bedroom, encasing his room in a comfortable light and creating a cosy environment that envelops the both of you.
You both go for a second round and then a third round - the moonlight shining into Jungkook's bedroom a constant companion as you do the dirtiest things - and perhaps even a fourth - no, that would be too much, even for Jungkook...But maybe you did?? No, no, not possible...Or..?
Well, only Jungkook and you know everything that happened on his bed, on top of his dishevelled bed sheets, his glooming bedroom which you filled with the pent up love that you finally get to express just how you both dreamed of after hiding your admiration for so long.
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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 your heat, tasting your sweetness as he twirls and twists his tongue inside you. Moans send vibrations through you and sloppy and lewd sounds echo as he buries his mouth in your pussy.
High-pitched mewls leave your lips, vocals resounding and music to Jungkook’s ears as he groans deeply into your sex. You know he knows what he’s doing - the way he French kisses your pussy before licking a stripe along your slit and settling on your little bundle of nerves shows how skilled he truly is.
You’re jealous of everyone he practiced this on, his tongue working towards your orgasm as he ruts his hips against the mattress for relief.
“Just a bit more, baby,” he says to you, but you can’t think, can’t answer, don’t know what he’s talking about until he slides two of his fingers inside you surprisingly. He begins slowly before his actions become rougher, mouth coming back down and tongue catching your dripping arousal.
Your walls clench around his long digits as he imagines how just that might feel around his throbbing, large cock. The pinch of your clit and his next words seem to be the last push ultimately before you gush around his fingers, “Wanna make you come again… gonna fuck you so good…”
You arch your back, letting out sounds you’ve never heard come out of you, your relief washing over your whole body as stars cover your sight blindingly. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, what the fuck, Jungko-” you exclaim, eyes becoming teary from the overwhelming sensation and heart bursting in your chest.
In your hypnosis, you almost don’t notice when he slaps your clit lightly a few times and bites and kisses your thighs, helping you ride out your orgasm as he watches you go insane and squirm and squirt onto the sheets. A fascinated expression takes over his features, head shaking in disbelief before he remarks, “It’s your second time with me and you ruin the whole bed. Could you get any sexier?”
“Find… out…” you challenge, gripping your tits as you try to form coherent sentences. You move your head sideways, exhaustion already overcoming you as your cheek touches the relieving cold of the pillow.
Hands settling on your hips, he pulls you down on the bed a little, fingers and palm wrapping around his cock before he halts as a realisation dawns on him. “I don’t have any condoms.”
You giggle quietly; after all you’ve done, he just now notices the lack of the most crucial material in this setting - very typical of him. Hooded eyes look at him in endearment, your hand grabbing his arm and pulling him down as you say, “No need for a condom. I’m armed.”
His doe eyes widen at your statement, the thought of taking you raw tugging at his brain cells as you take in the beauty of the night in his pupils yet again. Different from what he’s been doing the last twenty minutes, his gaze is loving and soft - feels like a cozy home with a warm fireplace to soothe your soul.
The way he’s looking at you doesn’t leave a shred of doubt in you as you finally admit to yourself that he’s more fond of you than he ever intended to become. In truth, he doesn’t seem to be able to avert his eyes from you, making you feel like he’s discovered another wonder of the world that tops anything - reaching from the Eiffel Tower to the Pyramids - he’s seen until now.
As a traveller, Jungkook has captured one too many sights on his camera, but nothing ever compares to your blinding glow that never dims, even if you feel like an unreal illusion. But he doesn’t care anyway, ready to approach you with the same thirst someone in a desert runs to a mirage.
With a nod, he grabs the second pillow from beside you, an arm wrapping around you and lifting your back slightly to put the cushion under your hips. He whispers an encouraging “Okay” before he aligns his length with your longing, dripping entrance, eyes shooting up to you again as he observes your reactions.
Just like in the mountains the first time, he starts slowly, still so careful to not trouble you as he asks over and over again if he’s hurting you. As he slides in inch by inch, you keep shaking your head until he’s bottomed out and you hiss; then, he queries again with a soft palm settling on your heated cheek, “Does it hurt?”
“It… stings… but I can take it, do- don’t stop.”
You take a deep breath, trying to get used to his cock as he nods and begins to move with stagnant breaths. He watches you in fascination; entirely enchanted and intoxicated by the sight of the girl of his dreams moaning for him.
The crease between your eyebrows and parted lips make his member twitch, a silent plea to start fucking you in earnest resting on your tongue that he can hear without you uttering a single word.
And then, he listens, starting off slowly as you hum and close your eyes - he’s gentle, affectionate, kissing your shoulders and neck until your reactions aren’t enough anymore. Hand grabbing your waist, he concentrates on stopping his head from spinning, forehead glistening from the thin sheen of sweat as he tells you, “If it’s too much, let me know, okay? Because I don’t think I can hold back anymore.”
You nod understandingly, fearing yet waiting for what his warning might mean before he shifts on the bed. Repositioning and knees settling more comfortably, he exhales through his lips before he loses himself steadily and begins to pump into you harder. He’s not necessarily fast yet but buries himself to the base of his shaft, sharp and sudden thrusts accompanying his grunts as he slides in deeply.
“Jungkook, you’re so fucking insa- oh god,” you whimper and scream as he reaches the perfect spot. You look so fucked out under him; so ready to take him - and with your eyes rolling back in their sockets, he can’t help but admire the effect he has on you so profusely.
“So… unbelievable…” he breathes when you grip his arms and hold onto them, “that you can… take me this well…”
You melt to a puddle under his praises, eyes shooting open but averting his gritted teeth, clenched jaw and erotic gaze. Instead, you look at the way his bicep flexes again, sweat shining on his skin and a drop trailing down his temples.
He leans down, low moans and grunts leaving his chest and mingling with your own breathy sounds. His hands wander to your ass and grab it firmly, his nails pressing into your flesh as he lifts your torso slightly, your body half floating.
There are moments in life that seem unreal, no matter how alive they make you feel and how intense your stomach tingles. Or maybe, they feel like a dream because they make you realise how your heart beats to the rhythm of the situation, lifelines dancing to whatever euphoria something or someone brings.
With you underneath him, Jungkook feels like you’ve trapped him in the most beautiful of paradises, heaven’s light fading and flowers wilting compared to your brightness. If someone had told him that he’d have you like this, giving you all his affection like you deserve, he would’ve smirked and dismissed his conversation partner with a wave of his hand.
But you’re here, reality more palpable than ever: moaning, humming, calling his name like it’s the only word you know - the only word you want to know.
“I missed you,” he confesses as he leans down and kisses your neck and your face, “You might not be- believe me, but I missed you… all these years…”
An intimate moment during sex either brings out the truth out of people or renders them delirious, caught in the heat of the moment. Whatever it is, you bask in it, your heart melting and crying as it registers the words he just mumbled to you.
If you weren’t swimming in blissful oblivion, you’d tell him that he should’ve come back to you and called if he’d missed you. You’d beg him to stay this time and not leave again, despite knowing fully well that he surely will. If you weren’t oblivious and blissfully unaware of the truth…
“Show me,” you plead instead before you feel his teeth bite your earlobe, nibbling and sending a shiver down your spine. He moves his lips back to your neck and then your tits, deliberately leaving light bruises and marks of his teeth that have red, blaring alarms ringing in your brain.
You know you should tell him to stop - after all you’ll be serving as maid of honour in less than twenty-four hours. But then you remember the power of make-up and relax under his touch, letting his mouth suck at your skin with lewd sounds and delicious, soothing stripes of his tongue.
Noticing your pleasure, he asks, “You like that, don’t you?” And then, he bites and scratches again, inflicting the barest pain that has you writhe under his body as he fucks deeper into you, his length glistening and wet from your smooth slick. He rolls his hips as the curve of his cock hits your g-spot, the beauty of your dazed state causing his balls to tighten and his member to twitch.
But determined to not come before you, he lifts his body from yours, the sweat mixed with the cool air of the room making you tremble before he presses his thumb against your clit. For a moment, he stays like that, the rubbing just light but affecting you to the max. The fact that he keeps moaning when you do, drawing inhumane sounds out of you and welding them with his, doesn’t help you to cling to your sanity much.
Before you know it, your pussy overflows and squirts around his thick, impressive shaft yet again, sudden apologies slipping out of you as you squirm and try to wiggle out of his grip. But much to your pleasure, Jungkook doesn’t mind the mess at all; instead, he holds you into place and presses your body into the mattress further.
“Look at you, Y/N… You’re so fucking hot,” he affirms, his whole weight coming back onto yours as he loses control entirely. “How the fuck are you this hot? I’ve never…”
Jungkook stops mid-sentence, chasing his own high and knuckles growing pale as his grip around your arms tightens, probably pressing a you-formed shape into his bed. Instead of continuing, he squints his eyes shut, his gravelly voice muttering, “I’m gonna come, baby… where… where do you want me to…”
“Inside,” you interrupt, not managing more than this one word as he lets your arms go and places his on each side of your head.
Lips attaching to your neck, he cries out, “Okay… fuck, holy shit, you’re so damn tight-” And again, he stops his statements and reassurances when you clench around him on purpose, gasping and nearly crying from the sensation of his fucking and done with him dragging out his orgasm. He growls, body trembling and eyes looking deep into yours.
He wipes the hair from your face, leaning his forehead against yours as he begs, “Do that again… please.” And when you do, walls pulsating and clenching, he kisses you fervently, cock wrecking your insides until his thrusts become irregular but deep, moving your whole body up and down as he pounds into you.
And in the next moment, Jungkook gives in, coming gloriously with filthy, relieved moans, filling you up to the brim with erratic breaths. He seems to shoot his release into you endlessly, not stopping the stuttering of his hips until you’re stuffed and leaking.
Everything feels slippery by the time he is done, his golden, strong body shaking and his muscles relaxing. When you look into his starry eyes above you, arms barely holding him up, you push his damp hair back, noticing soon that he’s, for some reason, not pulling out.
“What’s wrong?” you ask when you detect the melancholy in his eyes, something about his gaze revealing that there’s an emotion and thought floating in his heart that he wants you to know - but not just yet. Then again, you feel like you can already anticipate what he wants or does not want to tell you.
He shakes his head slowly, keeping his thoughts to himself for now and smirking at you as he kisses your lips briefly before he says, “I told you you’re a beast. You gorgeous girl.”
A far away picture of a memory shoots into your mind, a conversation like this happening before in a similar context. “God, Jungkook…” you say, slapping his chest playfully, “the things you remember.”
He laughs with small crinkles around his eyes and a scrunched up nose, a soft, sweet chuckle before he tilts his head and states, “No, I just… want to stay like this for a while. Feel you for a bit longer.” For some reason, he feels connected with you like this somehow.
Kissing and making out with you some more, you take in the warmth and devotion he emanates, just now truly realising that he doesn’t just want your body but you as a whole; actually, really, undoubtedly you in your entirety. With his length still inside, your walls pulsate and your pulse accelerates as you feel him grow hard again eventually.
Without slipping out, he turns you both around, falling on his back with you on top of him as he asks with a twitching cock, “Can I?”
You lean down to press multiple kisses on his plush, swollen lips, wanting to know teasingly, “You still haven’t had enough, huh?”
“Have you?”
“I don’t think… I’ll ever tire of being fucked by you.”
He smiles and bites his lip, pupils dilating and shaking as he takes in every mole and curve of your features. “You’re so, so beautiful.” And with this one statement, you feel his cock standing in full length again, stuffing every inch of your cunt as he pulls you flush against his body and thrusts into you once… twice… thrice...
“You’ll never tire of getting fucked by me, hm?” Heat creeps back into your face as you whimper in pleasure and oversensitivity, fingers clutching the sheets underneath when he raises an eyebrow and adds, “Go on then.”
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When you wake up the next day, it feels like time is rewinding and repeating itself.
The warmth of his strong arms engulfs you all morning long, eyes still heavy and drooping as he watches you intently and with unleashed affection. Only this time, he doesn’t hold back and kisses your face at every empty spot, relishing in your giggles and touches as he holds you close to his chest and closer to his heart.
Today, you don’t take a walk at the ass crack of dawn. Instead, you sit up on his hotel bed and settle between his legs, listening to his soft hums and words as he narrates the adventures he’s experienced in the years without you.
First, he shares the stories he’s heard, ranging from chaotic nightlife fantasies to emotional tales he couldn’t have imagined possible in his wildest dreams. The way he speaks about the world outside your cute, little cubicle, sounds like a dream, too. Something you’d like to experience with him one day, seeing the beauty of your planet not just through his but through your own eyes.
Soon, he grabs his phone, conversations about waterfalls visualising in the form of pictures in his gallery that he swipes through slowly. Most of the time, you come back to a photo again, inquiring more details about his travels that he’s more than happy to provide.
“And this is in Croatia. Near Split. Magnificent in its whole glory…” he tells you, wrapping his arms a little tighter around you and pulling your back closer against his lean torso. He feels so lovely, homely, your body fitting perfectly in his embrace like a key in its lock.
Jungkook kisses your neck gently, butterfly pecks sending a cold shiver down your spine under the oversized shirt you’ve claimed from him, way too big even for him. His breath fans your skin hotly, his deep voice whispering with sentiment, “Not as pretty as you, though.”
You laugh at his words before he lifts his head from your neck again, continuing his stories about canyons, deserts and oceans enthusiastically. At some point, you start to invent your own interpretations of what the pictures on his phone make you believe, causing him to chuckle about made-up stories about Aladdin and Atlantis until his real experiences are long forgotten.
Somehow, you feel like the bigger adventure to him despite having seen and heard so much that other people never would. And the way you try your hardest to make him smile and laugh with stupid yet endearing stories has his heart floating above the clouds, ascending further and further until he’s sure it must have landed in front of the gates of heaven safely.
And suddenly-
“I love you.”
He says it when you’re analysing the sunrise on the picture in front of you.
He says it as a quiet, timid whisper that you almost miss.
He says it with genuinity in his voice, sugar dripping from his tongue and his touch feather light on your hands - and he says it again.
“I love you, Y/N.”
Jungkook crosses his arms over your chest, his phone falling into your lap as he kisses you again, this time on your cheek and your temple. A soft, harmless moan leaves your lips as your brain processes what he’s just told you, thoughts whirring wildly and trying meanly to convince you that this… all of this might not be reality.
Maybe you shouldn’t be as surprised as you are after your confession last night and his reaction to it, and yet, your mind and heart refuse to comprehend anything other than the assumption that you must be trapped in an illusion for sure.
But then, he speaks again, words turning sparks and flames into a wildfire you can’t and don’t want to extinguish anymore.
“You once told me love can happen multiple times. But I can’t remember ever loving anyone but you.” Jungkook’s eyes unknowingly settle on the same spot as yours, your mouth agape as your breathing becomes heavier.
For ages, you’d imagined what it would feel like if he ever uttered a revelation like this to you, heart always falling victim to imagined situations and trapping you inside your mind for longer than you wanted to. But now that it’s happening, you’re confused.
Because you do love him. You’ve always loved him - no one else but him.
He, whose eyes have resumed twinkling in your company. He, who makes you feel like you’re the only artwork in the world that’s worthy enough to admire for ages. He, who left you to chase his dreams. And with a burning ache, you realise that now, he will do it again.
You’re withering. Here in his tight hug, caged between his words, you’re withering like an unwatered rose, hoping that love can be preserved and stay at least this time. But you’re not sure that it will.
Sounds come to a halt and the ballads stop playing in your head, the room drenched in heavy thickness as the pink-tinted love glasses fall off your nose.
“Bunny…” you start, feeling his heart thump against you, thump for you, increasing your pain, “loving someone is a start. Do you know what happens after?”
Jungkook pauses for a moment, unsure what you’re going to say; but he asks anyway, “What happens after?”
You take in a shaky breath as you feel your waterline grow damp, fingers of one hand wrapping around his and clutching them tightly, “It gets hard to hold onto these three words. And I’m…”
You wait, turning your head and body slightly to look into his forlorn eyes, confusion and fear written clearly in them. “I’m a simple person who wants a simple life. And... you’re not wrong, just… very different from me.”
“I don’t want to talk about this,” he then says suddenly, his hand grabbing your free wrist and pulling you closer into him.
“You need to let go,” you tell him, looking down at your arm but not sure if that’s what you really mean.
He shakes his head in rejection, gaze filling with more and more fright, trying to shut out your voice to not hear what you’re attempting to say. “I can’t. I don’t want to let you go.”
“Then don’t go to Paris,” you beg, a blink of your eyes letting the expected tears loose before they trail down your heated cheeks. For a moment, he wonders how you know; but then he remembers telling Dia about it - of course she’d tell you, too. “The job you’ve wanted for years? All that travelling? Don’t do it. Because I can’t come with you.”
He knows you don’t mean it. Sees in your eyes that you’re not being sarcastic or manipulative - only serving bitter facts as breakfast as you try to explain to him why this might end just the way it did five years ago.
“Everything’s here for me. My parents, the hospital...” You list only a few of the thousand known reasons again, heart falling and mind spiraling. But then, you smile a little, bringing your face close to his as you cradle his face. Jungkook doesn’t talk - only listens to you, trying so hard to come up with a solution that reluctantly avoids blessing his mind, no matter how profoundly he pleads.
“I want you to come here and visit me twice a year. Oh and… don’t you start anything with anyone over there, okay?” you continue, watching him smile at your words slightly before his lips fall again.
“It’s okay,” you say, brushing your lips against his as you shift closer to his body. “I know your dreams. I understand that you want to pursue them first. You’ll just come back to me a few years later, right? And I’ll wait for you.”
His eyes fill with the same agonised tears as yours, the mole under his lower lip becoming visible as he bites into the soft flesh gently. Despite not knowing how to argue against your logic that is undoubtedly his own, too, he kisses you. Moves his mouth on yours slowly, your tears mixing and its saltiness finding its way between your lips.
When he pulls back, he beseeches, “Don’t go. All of this… feels too good.”
You want to back away, run away as long as the pain is still fresh, eager to avoid further words and memories that you’d have to get over yet again. And this time, it would be so much harder than the last time you parted.
“That’s why I should go, Jungkook.”
But he pulls you towards him by the grip he still has around your wrist, letting go and hugging you close within a single second. He pleads, “Just a moment.”
And you give in. Hold onto him tightly until he’s ready to let you leave.
You take in the way he breathes, talks and smiles. Commit to memory how his touch feels on your skin, tingling and burning, stinging and trembling. You know you’ll remember his eyes and his words until the next time you meet; the crooked smirk he shoots you so often; the pout of his lips and the hair strands covering his eyes that he barely ever removes.
You trace your fingers along the sharp line of his jaw and the curve of his torso, the thin waist, hard muscles and golden skin reminding you of loving nights and tender touches.
He holds you tightly - and you don’t want him to let go.
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You want to get out of your maid of honour dress.
There’s no doubt that you’re happy for your friend as she walks down the aisle, embodying beauty and grace as she smiles at her groom in endearment. Your eyes, however, never seem to leave the figure seated in the first row, red-rimmed eyes staring back at you.
They’re swollen from the last hours you’d spent in his room in near silence and you imagine you wouldn’t look any different if it wasn’t for the magical power of make-up. For hours, you’d remained in a fetus position, nestled in his arms with occasional tears until your phone chimed numerous times.
It reminded you that you had duties to fulfill and a wedding week to end, but the ache that weighed heavily on your heart dragged you back into his embrace over and over again. That is, until he let go, forcing you to get dressed and leave.
Even now, you feel his touch around your body, lingering intensely and stinging profoundly. One part of you wishes you’d never told him about your feelings and kept it the way you parted five years ago.
Back then, you left him with a clear conscience, talking of and thinking about memory-filled suitcases that made you feel whole and changed. But now, watching the situation unfold brings a kind of pain into your chest that you try hard to shoo away. The eyes that look back at you, however, do not allow you to do so very easily, piercing through you as if they’re trying to tell you something.
You barely hear the vows Minhee and Dia utter to each other, only fleetingly register the priest’s words as he leads the couple to an eternal life together. Involuntarily, you imagine yourself standing there with him instead, smiling at him with tears in your eyes as you vow to stay at his side until his lungs give out.
But it’s not you, and all you can do is let your gaze wander to him over and over again, tilting your head as locks fall into your face loosely. Your eyebrows furrow as he captures his lips between his teeth, shaking his head slowly as if he’s trying to tell you to keep your emotions at bay.
And yet, tears leave a trail down your cheek anyway, your chest becoming heavy as you suppress a sob until the crowds begin to cheer.
Dia comes to hug you before attempting to run down the aisle in her heels, wrapping her arms around you as she exclaims, “I love you so, so much! All of this wouldn’t have been as perfect as it was without you, Y/N, I-”
As she backs away, she finally sees your fallen face, her expression making your lip tremble further as you tilt your head to the side and hide your eyes from her worrying gaze. It’s supposed to be a good night, a perfect night - you don’t want to ruin it for her.
“It’s okay, baby,” she comforts you, wiping away your tears with her thumbs as the myriad of guests becomes louder and waits for her to stroll past it with a radiant smile. “He’ll come back. It’s okay…”
You look over her shoulder in an attempt to memorise him further, trying to detect if he feels as strongly as you do. And when you do, he’s approaching your form, your heart pounding in your throat and threatening to burst when you realise he might be coming to you to say goodbye for one last time.
But he does none of that - and you remind yourself soon enough that this is not your day, but Dia’s, the world you worked so hard to build gravitating around her wedding. He taps her shoulder and pulls her in for a tight hug, mumbling something that you blend out but makes her laugh effectively.
And then, he moves to Minhee, your fingers twitching every time you think he might press you into him just as close. His voice is silvery, modulated, breaking you further and differing so much from his usual tone as he threatens, “Take care of her, okay? I’ll break your bones if you don’t.”
The loud groom responds with an overly excited hug, thanking Jungkook over and over again for coming and gracing him with his presence.
You reckon he’s already bid goodbye to Jimin.
Because when Minhee lets his body go, Jungkook shoots you one last loving, infinitely sad and affectionate look. Starry doe eyes harbour the love he has to leave you with, and they say more than two weeks of back then and now combined ever could.
You tell yourself that it’s enough to know that he feels all that for you at all, pain striking and unbearable just like yours. But common misery does not soothe yours, and it only grows incessantly when he lowers his eyes, turns around and walks towards the big entrance.
No last words and no last touch, nothing.
If you could see him right now, you’d see tears falling to the ground. You’d recognise forceful steps, urging him to walk back to you and take you with him.
And if you could peek inside him, you’d see a heart shattering and falling.
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The airport is empty late at night.
Jungkook’s mind keeps drifting back to the party that’s probably still going on in the wedding hall, and he wonders how you’re feeling, what you’re thinking and who you’re talking to. He wants to know if Seokjin has approached and distracted you again.
He leans back in his seat, watching people walk by and sip on their coffees to stay awake as long boarding doesn’t start. The moment reminds him of a younger version of him, sitting right at this airport across from him.
One eye blink later, he sees himself, a blond, adventurous boy looking forward nervously to his studies and what life had in store for him. With pictures of his past, memories of a distant yesterday flood his mind as well, him standing in the living room and glancing at his father silently.
He’d stared at the picture of his late wife in awe, still admiring her beauty after all these years without her and not noticing that his son was waiting for his blessings for one last time before he left.
“Dad,” Jungkook said, pulling the man out of his daze, “I’ve to go.”
His father nodded slowly, clutching the chair in front of him, “Yes. Yeah, you’re right.”
Jungkook noticed the sadness in his eyes, head drooping and mind obviously occupied with something he wasn’t saying. “What’s wrong, Dad?”
“Hm?” His head lifted to look at his son, biting his lips before he continued, “It’ll just be so empty here. Even more so than before.”
Jungkook shifted from one leg to another, heart dropping at the sight of his good hearted father as he suggested, “Do you want me to stay?”
The man in front of him laughed breathily, tummy shaking as he stepped closer to Jungkook and placed a heavy hand on his shoulder. “You’d do that for me?”
“Of course.” Jungkook was sure he’d do anything for his good, old man, but the prospect of staying here after fighting for his dream for so long was undoubtedly unsettling, too.
“Alright. Stay then.”
A short silence followed his words, and Jungkook was close to inquiring if he actually meant it, actually wanted him to give up his life ahead to stay here. Instead of asking all of these things, however, he mumbled a small, hushed, “Okay.”
His father smiled at him with all the love he could muster, smacking his lips before he pushed his son to the door gently.
“The fact that you’re ready to stay is enough for me. Now go and get what your heart desires. Just remember that no matter what choices you make, I’ll support you, okay? As long as you do what you think is right for you.” He took a deep breath as he committed Jungkook’s appearance and smile to memory. Then, he added, “Don’t forget. Should you ever doubt a decision, it’s probably the wrong one.”
As Jungkook snaps out of his daydream, an instant realisation dawns on him. Several voices scream at him to listen to his father’s past words, a soft voice reminding him that a future is only a successful one when you’re looking forward to where you’re headed.
Strangely, the boy from back then had wanted nothing but to see the world - this and nothing further. But for the love of everything, that excitement does not resonate within him anymore.
Not when the definition of living his dream has changed; not when the face of his dream itself has changed.
Because when he thinks of his future, it consists of your eyes staring back at him and your soft palm in his. The world has shifted and so have his goals, all inhibitions of him leaving pointing at you.
And with a final push, Jungkook realises that time stops for no one.
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The ring of your doorbell shakes your dog awake from his slumber, your hand petting his head shooting up in surprise before you place the wine glass on your table.
You don’t expect anyone this late - and not at this time of the year. You know that Dia and Minhee are probably on their way to the airport, approaching their honeymoon vacation with thrilled hearts. Jimin is working towards his bar again, working out details before you can go and visit him on the grand reopening night.
In that case, you’re even more surprised when you open the door and are met with an everglowing Jungkook, holding flowers in one hand and a champagne bottle in the other. He shoots you an enormous smile, greeting you as if you’ve met just yesterday before he steps in and pecks your lips with his briefly.
You watch him walk towards your couch table, placing the things he brought with him onto it as your mind screams at you to snap out of your trance. And when you do, you ask, “What are you doing here?”
You haven’t seen him since the wedding. While it has barely been a week, time seemed to pass slowly these days, his absence clearly affecting you more than you wanted it to. And now he is back, strolling around your living room as if the clock didn’t tick for him torturously the way it did for you.
“I’m spending New Year’s Eve with you.” He shrugs his shoulders, a confused look plastering his features before he walks to you, grabs your hand and pulls you to the couch. He grabs your hand in his, looking at you carefully as he watches your eyes grow wet.
“Where were you this whole time?” you ask slowly, reckoning that he either left France very quickly after his arrival or never even stepped foot there at all.
“I was at home. With Mom.”
“And Paris?” you mumble, your free hand freeing his eyes from his hair.
You’re still skeptical but smile. You shouldn’t be happy about this - a fleeting feeling of guilt does course your body hotly, but you’re still happier than you should be.
“So you’re really not going?” He shakes his head at your question and you add, “Why?”
His eyes fall down to where your fingers connect, one leg nervously shaking and his voice timid and quiet. “There’s a time for everything, Y/N. And Paris just wasn’t calling me right now.”
“So you just said no?”
“I said no… for now. I still have a job and I’m good at it. I’m sure they’ll postpone this for me, so I can host the show at a later point,” he explains to you, raising your knuckles to his face and brushing his lips against them softly.
But you start to feel worried, gulping and holding back tears as you repeat the words he’s uttered to you a million times, “But Paris was your dream. Having your own show? I-”
“I said no, so I can make you say yes.”
You stare at him in confusion as you furrow your eyebrows, watching him fumble with the inside pockets of his jacket. What he fishes out has your eyes almost fall out of your sockets, mouth gaping open before you let out a light gasp involuntarily.
Right in front of you, a dark ring box rests in his palm, and he hands it to you, observing your reaction carefully. A small question slips from your tongue as your shaky fingers grab the box, chest constricting and tears escaping finally.
But when you open the box, your eyes meet the content consisting of a single toffee, a breath you were holding falling out of your lungs. You glare at him, half in annoyance and half in amusement, throwing the box back at him and standing to walk away in played anger.
“No, wait,” he exclaims, grabbing you by your wrist. And before you can fully turn around, he’s put an actual ring on your finger, hugging your digit perfectly and glittering shimmery in the warm light of your living room. “Marry me, please?”
You shake your head in disbelief, bringing your hand close to your face. “You’ve gone crazy, Bunny, you…” As you squint at the ring, you raise an eyebrow again, showing him your hand as you ask, “A fake ring, Jungkook?”
“But my love is real, babe!”
His defensive doe eyes are large and beaming with feigned innocence before he grimaces apologetically. “I didn’t have the time to buy a real one. I’m sorry…”
You’re close to saying yes. Even after the short time you spent together, you want to give in and fall into his embrace, uttering yes a hundred times and that there’s nothing more that you want than to have him here with you forever.
But then, your different dreams dawn on you and you feel fear flood your body again, body retracting as your steps carry you to your balcony. You know he’s following you; you can hear his voice calling your name and his feet nearly sprinting behind you.
There are still a thousand reasons why all of this is scaring you. The same old ones you’d gathered and recognised five years ago, repeating in your mind once again as you let out a deep breath.
“Y/N, I-”
“Jungkook, you’ll run away again,” you tell him, so sure that his love for you can’t be bigger than what he wants in his career.
He shrugs again, laughing lightly and stepping closer. “Then you’ll bring me back!”
“So you’ll… actually run away?” Your voice is squeaky and embarrassed, mind whirring as he smiles at you in amusement.
“God, don’t worry, I won’t be going anywhere, okay?”
“But!” you exclaim, fighting your brain as it urges you to argue against this marriage. Idiot. You should want it. You do want it. But what if you’re holding him back? “Porridge for fifty years. Are you ready for that?”
Jungkook laughs in fear, approaching you further as his eyes gaze at the fairy lights on your balcony for a second. “Are you already trying to scare me? Come on, Y/N, give it a try.”
“Try? You can’t try marriage, Jungkook, seriously, this…”
He sighs in frustration, eyes rolling as he explains, “You know I didn’t mean it like this, I’m just new to… you know… this.”
“I just- Why do you want to marry me?”
“Because you’ve trapped me, Y/N! You’ve made me lose my mind,” he explains to you, grabbing your hand into his again. “I’m still dreaming of the same things but with two tickets in my hand. I want to see and experience the world but with you! Travel and be a journalist and take you to places you’ve never seen, see every corner but while holding your hand.”
Your lips twitch as you take in his words, heart thumping at an insane rate against your ribcage as you shift from one leg to another. Jungkook leans down, wrapping his palm around your hand tighter as he presses a kiss against your forehead.
You feel his breath fan against your skin, the cold December air eliciting goosebumps on your arms when he continues, “Listen, Y/N. Time doesn’t stop for anyone. Before we know it, we’re in our graves… and I just don’t want to die before spending this time with you. Okay?”
Still speechless, you stare at his figure, questioning whether this is a dream or reality, gazing into his sparkling sky eyes as he pours his heart out to you.
“I want to be happy with you. Not regret leaving you behind… and you know, the little things you talked about? I want them… want to hold your hair when you get sick… want to cook and bake and giggle about dumb shit with you. A-and I want to experience the big things, too. I want kids with you and watch you walk around with a big belly and massage your feet.”
You let out a shaky chuckle, tears flowing freely by now and leaving a freezing trail on your face. “I don’t know, Y/N, I’m really trying to work towards love here. Don’t make love work against us now.”
You sniffle, giving him your prettiest smile as he melts right in front of you. The man who used to abhor love and settling down; the one who’d sworn he’d never put himself into the jail called marriage, ever.
“Is that honestly what you want?” you ask him again, your tone shy, sweet and quiet.
“I swear I do. And in my head we’re already married, you know?” he rambles, stumbling over his own words nervously. “So marry me for real now.”
You wait as you let his request sink in, lips sealed and mind shooting around various answers until you decide to just stay silent. But Jungkook is having none of it.
“Can you please say something?” he pleads, panic becoming apparent in his eyes. “I gave a huge speech, at least applau-”
You interrupt his words by attacking his lips with yours, making him stumble two steps backwards before he reciprocates the kiss. In an instant, you melt with him, molding your bodies together and relishing in the taste you know you’ll be able to indulge in for the rest of your life.
His arms wrap around your body as they did just a week prior; only now, the touch doesn’t feel transient and like a tentative goodbye anymore, but indicates a new beginning and a friendly welcome instead.
From the streets, you hear someone cheer. For a second, you almost think you’re standing in their visible vision until you realise that it’s New Year’s Eve and people are most likely gathering outside now to celebrate and watch the fireworks.
You back away from his warm, pillowy lips slowly, eyelids fluttering open only gradually until you’re looking back at him, his pupils shaking and struggling to find a spot on your face to settle on. And then, you tell him once again, “You carry stars in your eyes.”
Jungkook laughs and you with him, his hands squeezing your sides until you let out a giggle from the tingle his touch causes. “I carry you in my eyes,” he says, giving your cheek a quick, chaste peck, trailing down your face with kisses until he nuzzles his nose into your neck and adds, “I love you.”
“And I you,” you answer, starting a chain of infinite I love you’s that you will never tire of throwing at him; starting today and extending into forever.
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The night might be cold, but the blanket wrapped around you both and the aftermath of the last fifty minutes keep your body warm.
You still feel the ghost of his eager touches on your legs and torso, skin burning wherever he left his marks. And now, with three minutes left till midnight, his palm is soothing the same bruises he inflicted, kissing your neck softly from where he’s settled behind you on the garden chair.
Your fingers clutch both of your phones, rings chiming through the speakers as you wait for your friends to pick up. The first one to do so is Dia, a wild bustling accompanying her greetings as you press the phone against your ear.
And Jimin, too, answers soon, your hasty gestures urging Jungkook to grab his device and speak into the mic.
“Yeah, hi!” Dia nearly yells into your ear, and you think you can hear Minhee’s voice exclaim something behind her, too. “It’s really loud at the airport for some reason, so speak loudly and clearly, okay?”
You laugh while Jungkook asks Jimin how he’s doing, your face twisting to look at your fiancé before you nod. And he understands, both of you putting your friends on loudspeaker as their voices mingle.
For a moment, they keep talking, but soon, they register the presence of a familiar voice and silence. Jimin is the first one to ask, “Dia?”
“Jimin?” she inquires back; even from here, you can imagine her halting her movements and raising one eyebrow as she always does when she’s confused.
You yell an excited hello into the phones and you hear both of them gasp in surprise as questions flood in, especially when Jungkook joins the conversation as well.
“Y/N, you’re with Jimin? And is that Jungkook?”
“No, Dia, she’s not here. I’m in the bar… but if she’s neither with you nor me, then…”
“Jungkook, where the fuck are you?”
You both giggle, Jungkook’s arm tightening around your torso as he looks at you in amusement. Then, he sing-songs, “Well, guess what…”
The screeching that follows from Dia’s side has you and Jungkook hissing and grimacing, screams from the streets growing further and louder as you feel the seconds tick by. The clock on your phone shows 11:59 PM, which means that only a few moments are left.
“I fucking knew it!”
“You guys are the most complicated pair ever!” Jimin laughs, glasses clinking in the background as you assume that he’s spending the night with other friends in his developing bar.
You nod affirmatively, shooting Jungkook a telling look that indicates that yes, we are complicated, because you had to leave... seriously.
“I’m so happy for you, you idiots and morons and…” Some more curses fall out of Dia’s mouth, Minhee beside her cheering after supposedly taking in the news.
“Y/N’s balcony is cold, you guys,” Jungkook tells them with a slight shiver, eliciting more excited screams out of your friends before you interrupt.
“People are counting!” you say, starting the countdown along with the man behind you and your friends before the world erupts into chaos.
Cheers and yells sound from everywhere, people from the balconies next to you waving at you and wishing you a happy new year that you chime back with a light heart.
More congratulations follow, fireworks shooting up to the dark night sky and exploding in various different colours above you. As you look at Jungkook, the noise around you silences for just a bit, his eyes staring at your breathtaking smile as he wishes, “Happy new year, baby.”
He captures your lips in another intoxicating kiss while Dia and Jimin still converse in the most tumultuous way. And when he backs away, he realises with his heart glowing in his eyes and love blooming in his chest that yes, now he’s finally where he truly wants to be.
Because even if life gave you hundreds of reasons to stop fighting, your name gives a thousand reasons why he must endure; love, fight… and stay.
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minyfic · 2 months ago
lisp 1/3 - JJK | M
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↣ from day one, he has the irrational urge to protect you, even from himself.
part 2
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pairing: hybrid!jungkook x reader
based on this request.
genre: angst, fluff, smut, f2l
word count: 9K
warnings/tags: snake hybrid!JK, childhood friends au, protective JK, goofy namjoon, strong language, JK has a weird pet name for you (smiggle vibes), JK has a forked tongue, JK is soft for you, mentions of blood, mentions of violence, mentions of masturbation, JK’s spit has abilities, explicit smut- dirty talk, hair pulling, thigh riding, soft to rough sex, wall sex, scratching, biting, oral (f & m), handjob, unprotected sex, choking, spit kink, lots of cum, cum inflation, multiple orgasms, pussy slapping, overstimulation
I added my own spice to snake hybrids.
a/n: Watch this video, you know, as a taster.
“Look at his eyes!”
“Gonna bite?”
Hands on your hips, palm tree ponytails swinging as you walk, “leave him alone!”
“What are you gonna do?”
With a light push, you fall to the floor, tears prickling your eyes.
“Leave her alone!”
The next thing you hear are wails, “help help!”
“Jeon Jungkook!”
Mrs. Choi steps out of the classroom, while you stare wide-eyed at the raven-haired boy in front of you, slit pupils, sharp teeth digging into his lips, forked tongue poking out.
“They started it!”
You dust your hands on your baby pink dress, chubby fingers pointing at the three boys who cower behind the slide.
“Now, Y/N. You know what happens when you lie.”
“But I’m not lying,” you pout, “they were pushing and hitting him! I helped him!”
“Taeyong, is that true?”
“Why are you asking him?” You shout, “he’s just gonna lie to you! Don’t you believe me?!”
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“What’s your name?”
“Y/L/N Y/N,” you sniffle, waiting outside the principal’s office for your mother, hot tears streaming down your cheeks.
“I’m Jeon Jungkook.”
“Hi,” you manage a smile, closing your hand around his extended one, immediately pulling it out of his hold when you feel how cold his hand is.
“I’m sorry, Taeyong makes me so angry! I had to do something! And when he pushed you, I was so so angry!”
“I’m scared. Do you think the principal will kick us out of school?”
“I don’t know…”
The clock ticking above your head sends another gush of tears down your cheeks.
“If we get kicked out, we can go to the same new school! Together!”
Wiping your nose with the back of your wrist, you stare at the boy with scales on his hands.
“A new school?”
He nods, “mhm, a school for hybrids and humans! All over again!”
“Are you a dragon?”
“What?! No! I’m a snake!”
Offended, the boy’s beady eyes look you up and down.
“You don’t seem like a snake!”
“What are you saying?! I am a snake!”
To prove his point, his brown eyes narrow into slits, you notice shimmering flecks in them this time.
Folding your arms, you squint your eyes in his direction, “you aren’t scary at all! Snakes are scary!”
You poke his cheek, “you’re soft!”
He pinches your arm, “but you’re softer, human!”
Rubbing the sore area, you shake your head, “yes I am! But you aren’t scary!”
“I will bite your neck and tear you apart! Make you cry!”
“Nope,” you shut your eyes, “you won’t.”
“Yes I will!”
He springs up from the chair, you do the same.
Grabbing you by your shoulders, he tugs you closer, “I will hurt you!”
“I’m not scared of you, Jungkookie.”
“My name is Jungkook!”
“You didn’t push me at the sandbox like Taeyong, you won’t hurt me. I know!”
Sighing, Jungkook looks down at your hands, clear and smooth, unlike his scaly ones. He takes your hands in his and compares them, in awe at the difference.
You’re looking down at your hands too, goosebumps prickle your skin with how cold his hands feel.
Your mother grabs your arm and tugs you away from Jungkook, she glances at you then back at him.
“Remember what I said about the dangerous kids at school?”
She crouches down in front of you, her back facing Jungkook who stares at you with big doe-eyes.
“Mhm, those humans are dangerous!”
“Humans? Y/N,” she shakes her head, “you’re a human. Come on-“ she takes your hand in hers and pulls you toward the exit while you wave at Jungkook.
“Mom,” you look up at your mother, “is his mother gonna fetch him?”
“I don’t know sweetheart, but he’s in big trouble for biting that boy.”
“He bit Taeyong because Taeyong pushed me!”
Your mother buckles you in the backseat while you cry out, “Mommy can Jungkookie come play with me?”
“We’ll have to ask his mother, okay?”
You beam at her.
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The next day at school, you search for Jungkook, seeing him sit at a corner near the sandbox.
“Hi Jungkookie!”
“My name is Jungkook! And hello.”
You plop down next to him, “can I have your mother’s number?”
He picks up a handful of sand, tongue poking out to wet his lips, you blink at him.
“So my mommy can tell your mommy to let you come play at my house!”
He shakes his head, “mother won’t let me.”
“Why? You have to come play with me!”
“I can ask her.”
You grab some sand in your own hand, wondering what’s so good about letting it fall from between your fingers like what he’s doing.
“Yes ask her! And bring your toys!”
He laughs, forked tongue darting out, you gawk at the movement.
“You won’t like my toys.”
“I eat them.”
“Eat them?!”
He nods, “yes I eat them.”
You furrow your eyebrows, moving a little closer so he can hear your whisper.
“Why do you talk funny?”
He turns his head to look at you, lips in a pout, “like what?”
“Like thisssss.”
“That’s because I’m a snake.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes I am sure! If you are my real friend you’ll believe me!”
He stands up but you yank him down by his hand.
“Okay okay I’m sorry. I’m your real friend!”
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You’re letting your hair fall in front of your face, blocking out the snickers that are pointed in your direction. Despite pleading with your mother to not send you to school today after yesterday’s accident, knowing almost everyone in your class saw, even the boys, you’re extremely embarrassed.
You feel something hit the back of your head, so you spin around and right at your shoe, is a pad in bright pink packaging, when you lift your head, you notice that everyone is watching you, sniggering with their friends.
Vision being blurred by tears, you run down the hallway, wiping your tears furiously only for you to be stopped by two strong hands on your shoulders. You hiccup, meeting Jungkook’s worried gaze.
“What’s wrong, precious?”
Jungkook’s natural drag on his “S” sounds only comes out on a few occasions; when he’s overly excited, when it’s just the two of you hanging out, when he’s extremely angry and when he’s worried. The way his pupils narrow tells you that it’s the last two.
You point behind you, to the pink packaging that’s still on the floor.
Jungkook’s nostrils flare, eyes darting to the children who still stand and watch, murmuring insults about you and your accident yesterday. He can hear them, whispering about the both of you and it drives him mad.
“Wait here for me, okay?”
You nod, standing to the side near a classroom door, watching Jungkook as he grips one of the boys by his collar. You want to call out to him and tell him to stop what he’s doing, you don’t want him to get into trouble again for your sake, but you know better than to interfere.
You can’t hear what he’s telling the boy, but the way the frightened boy’s cream pants starts to darken at his crotch makes everyone laugh, and when Jungkook lets the boy go with a disgusted face, spinning around to glare at the onlookers, they fall silent. The only thing you can hear is Jungkook’s footsteps as he makes his way back to you, grabbing your hand and pulling you out of the building to your favorite spot under the tree. Just enough space between the leaves for sunlight to poke through and just enough shade for you.
But you stop in your tracks when you notice who’s sitting in your usual spot. Jungkook glances at you then follows your gaze to the senior lying down under the tree.
Jungkook walks forward, but you grip his arm with both hands and pull him to your side.
“Let’s find somewhere else to sit.”
He pats your head, “that’s our spot, come on.”
He drags you along the grass, while you keep your eyes fixed on your shoes, tightening your hold on his hand.
“Hello. This is our spot.”
Your eyes flicker to the wolf hybrid who chuckles, regretting it immediately when you catch a glimpse of his pointy teeth, a reminder of the fresh wounds on Jungkook’s neck.
“I don’t see your name on it.”
“Actually-“ Jungkook begins but you tug at his hand, pleading with him to let it go, you do not want to witness him in a bloodied state ever again.
“Actually, it is. If you-“
The wolf hybrid springs up and comes face to face with Jungkook, you gasp, burying your face in Jungkook’s shoulder.
“Please, please,” you whisper, knowing he can hear you.
“Actually if I- what? What, Jeon? You gonna spit on me again?”
You feel Jungkook tense in your hold, then he surprises you.
“Come on, Y/N,” he wraps an arm around your waist, shoving his hand in your hoodie pocket.
You can hear growling coming from behind you, but Jungkook ignores it.
Jungkook remembers the terror on your face when he tore at Sungho’s arm, but in the end, he was the one who faced suspension from school after he tried to protect you from a beast like Sungho.
He beams at you, knowing that you’re proud of him for walking away, something that he never does.
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“You think that the end of the semester will bring happiness and joy, all I feel is the pressure of waiting for my results.”
You nudge Taehyung with your hip, “come on. What’s done is done, have some fun.”
“Wow, poetic.”
Giggling, you give a dramatic bow then down your drink, turning around to ask the bartender for another round.
“Maybe you should slow down, hmm?”
You shrug Jungkook’s hand off your shoulder, “don’t kill my vibe.”
Jungkook lets his hand fall to his side. He can’t argue with you, not with your human friends around, knowing how much they love to scrutinize your relationship. They love to put him on the spot, nit-pick his behavior around you and he’s afraid that they might draw your attention to something he’s been trying to hide since the first day of middle school.
“I’m gonna dance.”
He watches you prance in between the sweaty bodies, the loud music hurts his ears, but you had asked him to come with you, to the club, he knows what kind of danger lurks in a place like this. Danger in the form of a man who is currently wrapping his arm around your waist.
Jungkook watches you smile and politely push his hand away. Jungkook nods to himself in approval.
The man is insistent and Jungkook slams his glass on the counter behind him, charging toward the man who is pressing his crotch to your ass. Maybe he hears Taehyung say something like ‘here he goes’ to Hoseok, but he doesn’t care. All he cares about is the panicked look in your eyes when the man brings his greasy face close to your neck, squirming in his hold.
Nails digging into the man’s neck, Jungkook’s arm is outstretched as he shoves him away from you.
“What the fu-“
Immediately, you watch the man scurry away, not even bothering to look at Jungkook, knowing that he must’ve used one of his new tricks to scare him. He wraps his cold hand around your arm, and you try to break out of his grip, but he’s too strong.
“Jungkook!” You shout over the music, but he continues to drag you out of the bar, you know he heard you.
When he pulls you out into the warm night, you yank your hand away, only because he let you, of course.
“What are you doing? I was having fun!”
He pinches the bridge of his nose, “do you have any idea what that man was thinking? He-“
“Oh,” you laugh exasperatedly, arms swinging in the air, “so you’re some fucking mind-reader now? Is that one of your new tricks?!”
“No, I-“
You roll your eyes and walk toward the entrance, but he grabs your arm again, and by pure accident one of his nails dig into the skin of your wrist.
“Shit fuck fuck,” he brings your hand up to his lips to lick at the wound, but you pull your hand away.
“Go home. Because you’re spoiling my night.”
With that, you’re smoothing down the hem of your dress and walking back inside the club while Jungkook stands there feeling dejected.
He doesn’t stay out there for long because the breeze makes him hurry to his warm car that’s parked across the club.
As he starts up the engine, he can’t bring himself to drive away, each time he notices someone enter or leave the club, he’s hoping that it’s you.
What if something happens to you? What if you’re in danger and he isn’t there to protect you? What if there’s another creepy guy who forces you into-
Fuck. He isn’t going anywhere. He switches off his engine and turns off his lights. He’ll just wait until he sees you going out of the club with your useless, human friends who are weak in the eyes of danger.
He will wait and stew in the darkness and warmth of his car, picking at the last flecks of dry skin on his palm from his most recent molt.
The pang in his chest goes ignored, like always, these days you’ve been acting a little distant from him. Choosing to spend time with your human friends instead of him, while he has no one except you. Not that he hates only having you as a friend, because he knows that even if he did have other friends, he would still choose you over them. Over anything.
As the distance between the two of you grows, he’s becoming more and more protective of you and dare he say, possessive. Maybe it’s the reptilian side of him? He doesn’t understand his biology himself, but the new tricks he told you about was just a cover.
Because one day, he lost his temper at the grocery store when a guy was hitting on you, and you had pointed out that his eyes had turned blood red. He peeked in a mirror behind one of the refrigerators and was shocked himself, because he had never done or seen that before. He had never seen his mother’s eyes turn red before, it was unnerving, even to him, because you had seen it before him, and he was unprepared. So, he brushed it off as a new trick.
But then, he started to discover more of his tricks, how his spit can act as an aphrodisiac especially when he’s thinking of you instead of the woman under him. He doesn’t even know if that was his venom, because he knew from his mother that he could give what is called a ‘dry bite,’ which is just a regular nip with the teeth, but he didn’t think that it would suddenly be bursting out of him.
How his vision will suddenly become crystal clear, even better than his usual reptilian sight, he could count each strand of hair on your head from a mile away. How his fangs would extend beyond what he recalled.
He was too embarrassed to ask his mother about these changes, so he let them be. But that only makes him feel a little more disappointed in himself, disappointed that these changes might push you away from him. You might think that his animal counterpart is taking full control of his body, he already hates himself for his scales that dot certain patches of skin, maybe he hates his entire being just because he knows that you would never consider being with someone like him, some creature when you’re a precious human.
You associate with him, he’s your best friend, but that’s where it stops. Because he is an animal that cannot help his urges, what’s built in him is something he cannot direct or administer in whatever way he feels like. Some things just happen and he’s afraid that he might lapse into a momentary state of no self-restraint. He doesn’t want that to happen around you.
Maybe this was his fate, that with time, his predatorial nature would drown out his human senses. Maybe it’s different for male snakes.
It’s 1:37AM when he sees you stumble out of the club, he ducks down to hide his presence and zooms in on the guy holding your heels, his arm is around your shoulder as he guides you to his white Mercedes. He’s a cat hybrid, with blonde hair, human features that resemble a feline in every aspect.
Jungkook feels his heart thud in his chest, of course, you’d like the gentle ones if you ever pick a hybrid. That sensation is back, his chest puffs out, bubbling with a feeling akin to anxiety along with the overwhelming urge to attack.
But as he watches the car speed past him, he doesn’t sense any danger, like before with the other man in the club. All he feels is jealousy.
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[14:21] You: hey
[16:07] You: heyya
[16:48] You: you busy?
[17:00] You: can I come over pls
[18:33] You: 🥺
[20:02] You: where are youuu
[21:33] You: pick up
[22:15] You: now Im getting worried
[22:39] You: Jungkookie?
You’re taking the steps up to your apartment sluggishly, wondering why the hell Jungkook isn’t answering your calls or your messages or his front door.
Maybe he’s gone to visit his mother?
That can’t be because he always takes you along with him, you miss the sweet lady and your best friend.
You think about Saturday night, you feel a little guilty for yelling at him. You can’t even remember properly because it all happened so fast, you don’t even remember what you had said to him, whether you had picked on his appearance, you had done that before. You do remember how the scab on your wrist got there, you know how much care he takes to clip his nails and make sure that he doesn’t hurt you. He probably feels embarrassed.
Deciding to visit him again tomorrow, you take a shower and tuck yourself in bed, exhausted from driving up and down to his place all day.
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The next morning, at around 10:20AM, you knock on his door, foot tapping on the wooden floor impatiently. You scrunch up your face at the heavy tray of sausages in your hand, the ones he loves so much, the ones that are stuffed with things that you wouldn’t even dare to find out, the ones that cost ten times more than regular sausages.
You’re afraid that he won’t answer again, and your patience is wearing thin. So, you pull out your phone and call him again, balancing his food in your hand along with your bag.
Rapping at his door, you press your ear to the wood and hear his ringtone, a scoff leaving your lips. He’s actually ignoring you!
You kick the door, “I know you’re in there!”
You cut the call and continue to boot the bottom half of his door, “open up asshole! I know you’re in there!”
Hearing a door across the hallway open, you spin around to be met with two droopy eyes.
“Y/N? What’s all the noise for?”
“Oh,” you laugh sheepishly, “hey, Namjoon. I’m sorry, did I wake you?”
The sloth hybrid waves a hand dismissively, the other one rubs his eye with the heel of his palm, “it’s okay.”
You thrust your thumb in the direction of the door behind you, “is Jungkook home?”
“Yes. I mean…no,” he shakes his head.
“Well, he’s in there but he said if you ever ask, I should say that he isn’t,” he smiles, dimples denting his cheeks.
You poke your tongue in your cheek, “uh huh,” turning around to glare at the door menacingly.
“Anyway,” your attention is drawn to the sleepy man behind you, “I’ll see you around, Y/N. Can you guys keep it down?”
“Right right. Sorry. You have a good nap.”
He nods and disappears behind the door and right on cue, you hear Jungkook’s door unlock. When you try to push it open with your shoulder, he holds the door open just a crack.
“Open up! Why haven’t you been answering?!”
“I was in the shower!”
“All fucking weekend?!”
He pokes his head through the small opening, “I just showered.”
“So? Let me in!”
“I’m in a towel!”
You roll your eyes, lifting your knee to get a better grip on the tray of sausages in your hand, “I’ve seen you in a fucking towel before. Now would you-“ you glare at him.
He opens the door slowly, it’s not even open completely before you’re barging in and taking off your shoes. You make a beeline for the kitchen and set the heavy tray of sausages down.
“Now you’re supposed to heat-“ you whip your head around to look at him, only for your eyes to bulge out of their sockets, jaw touching the ground.
“Oh thanks,” Jungkook makes his way to the kitchen and inspects the tray of sausages.
“I- I’m- Hmm- You-“
He glances at you, “what?”
You’re trying, desperately, to keep your eyes on his face, but your gaze drops to the smooth expanse of his very large chest and broad shoulders. Wondering how the fuck you missed the fact that Jungkook has been working out all these years.
You notice that more scales dot his skin, the majority of it is on his shoulders, but why are you salivating at the scales that line the sides of his waist, skin-colored throughout. Water trickles down his pecs, his slippery skin makes you follow the stream of water, all the way down to his belly button, throat going dry when you see the strands of hair collected below it and if you dare to go any further, you might-
This is your snake hybrid best friend of over eighteen years, the one who had the front seat in witnessing the most embarrassing moments in your life. A little show of his beefy skin and you’re acting up? No, your pussy is not clenching right now.
His tongue flicks out as he peels the plastic wrap from the tray, you know he does that to smell better.
Your gaze is locked on the way his veins pop out with his movements, wondering how it would feel to have his pretty fingers around your-
“You okay, precious?”
Was his lisp always that hot? The way his tongue sticks out on the last letter, you avert your gaze to the food placed in front of him.
You clear your throat and back away from the kitchen, in the direction of his lounge, “you’re supposed to heat those before you eat them.”
He shrugs, “they’re pretty warm to me.”
“That’s because I was standing out there for almost an hour,” you mumble, knowing that he can probably hear you, but you couldn’t care.
Getting comfortable on the couch, you’re browsing the options of Netflix when he sits down next to you, no clothes, just towel.
“Uhm, Jungkook?”
He hums, eyes focused on the screen.
“Aren’t you supposed to be like…cold?”
Your breath catches in your throat when he curls into your side, fitting his hands in your jeans pockets, “you’re warm enough.”
You should be accustomed to his cuddles and habits by now, yet here you are, a hot, squirming mess as you push him away from you, fist making contact with his chilled shoulder.
“I think you should, uhm, put on some clothes,” you scratch your temple, focusing on the remote in your hands.
You see him nod in your periphery, “okay,” your breath hitches when you feel him lick the skin under your ear.
“I’ll be back.”
As you watch him disappear down the hall, you take a moment to calm your racing heart. That is another habit you know that you should be used to by now, but why did your stomach flutter. Your hand reaches up to wipe the wet spot under your ear, cheeks heating.
His apartment is always so warm, it only makes you even more nervous for whatever reason.
After a few minutes, he returns fully clothed, black hoodie and shorts on, dragging his fluffy blanket behind him.
He drapes it over your backs, an arm secure around your shoulder as he settles in next to you.
“What are we watching?”
You realize that you’ve been daydreaming instead of picking a movie.
“Oh, uhm,” you scroll through the options.
Jungkook can sense that you’re uneasy, your heart is thundering in your chest, and he wonders if he’s making you uncomfortable. He knows that you don’t mind sharing your warmth with him, and he made sure to check that he looks…normal after he changed, so why are your hands trembling?
He taps your arm with the hand that’s around your shoulder, you look up at him but not quite in his eyes, oh no, he hopes this isn’t another episode, he thought he had it under control after struggling all weekend, beating his dick raw with thoughts of you, how your laughter plagued his mind. All he could think of was how much he wants to call you his.
“Is something wrong?” His voice is timid, like he doesn’t want to scare you away, because he really doesn’t.
You swallow, shaking your head and going back to staring at his TV screen.
“You know I can sense when something is up, right?”
Of course, how could you forget that. You wonder if he can sense the way a shiver runs down your spine each time his chest makes contact with your back.
“Yeah. I’m good. Just…looking for a movie.”
Jungkook isn’t having it and he pulls the blanket off your bodies, begrudgingly moving away from your heat.
You glance at him, “what?”
“Y/N,” he grabs your hand, warm fingers intertwined with his icy cold ones, “I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you all weekend. I wasn’t feeling…well.”
“You could’ve told me. I was worried.”
He nods, eyes flitting to the screen, “I’m sorry.”
Heart clenching at the way his mouth curves into a frown, you tug on his hand and pull him into your embrace, letting him rest his head in the crook of your neck. You’re lucky he can’t see your face, you can feel it heating up, especially when he places his cool palm on your thigh, enjoying your warmth, while you try to calm yourself as he continues to rub.
Jungkook’s tongue flicks out once, twice and the third time, he cannot be mistaken, he can smell it on you. It can’t be himself because he knows what he smells like, but this is a sweet, musky smell that radiates off you. His own heart thunders in his chest.
Experimentally, he presses his fingers into your thigh and when his tongue darts out, the scent is amplified, a new scent. He can feel the blood rushing down, panting as he looks up at you.
You can sense that he’s staring at you, so you glance at him, only for your gazes to lock, lips a few inches apart. His eyes seem to lure you in, like he’s hypnotizing you.
“Jungkook…” You whisper breathlessly, gaze flickering down to his lips.
When his tongue pokes out, you wonder if your mind is playing tricks on you, but you see him lean toward you and your eyes flutter shut, chest heaving as you wait for the sweetness of his mouth to meet yours.
Your eyes fly open when you feel him move away, watching him stand up and scratch the back of his head. The terrible feeling of being out of place hits you full force and you let the remote fall on the couch next to you.
“Y/N. I-“
No. No?
It was your imagination, why would Jungkook want to kiss you out of the blue?
You cuddle all the time and here you are, taking advantage of his hybrid instincts. All you feel is bitterness and disgust for your actions.
The silence makes you spring up from the couch abruptly, you pick your bag up off the coffee table and walk past him, only for you to be rooted to the spot by the grip he has on your hand.
“I’m sorry, Y/N. I just-“
“Don’t,” you grab his arm and pull your hand out of his grip, seeing him shiver when your fingers graze his scales, “don’t make it more awkward than it already is.”
And for the second time, he watches you go, unable to ignore the pang in his chest any longer.
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Jungkook wants to feel your lips on his, terribly. It’s all he can think about after he saw the way your face relaxed as you leaned in, pretty eyelashes fluttering, luscious pout only a breath away, but he ruined it. Because he’s afraid, afraid that once he has a taste, he’s going to lose control, and he doesn’t think he can hold himself back any longer if he were to even be in the same room as you.
A major part of him is sad that you didn’t even message or call him all week after what happened last week Tuesday. But the more sensible part of him is at ease, he wouldn’t have to be on edge in your presence. But he does miss you, he misses your warmth and your smile, how you would trace his features with your index finger, telling him how lucky you are to have a friend like him.
As the memories flood his mind, the urge to claim you as his intensifies and he hates that he’s some predator, hates the fact that all his life, he’s been trying to protect you from danger, when he’s the biggest threat all along. And there’s only one way to protect you from himself, no matter how painful it might be.
But while Jungkook struggles with his own daunting thoughts, you’re clutching your phone close to your chest, debating on whether or not you should call him.
Your pride wants you to never see him again, he turned you down. But the soft spot you have for him pressures you to put everything aside and reach out to him, because he’s your best friend and the more you think about it, for your best friend to suddenly pull a move on you, like what you had done, can be overwhelming.
You think of the way he refused to meet your eyes, stuffing his hands in his pockets for comfort. What you did was the opposite, you put him in an uncomfortable situation and then got angry at him for not reciprocating your sudden attraction toward him.
You’ve heard tons of stories, of hybrids and their owners, and how they’re adopted for the sole purpose of pleasure. It disgusts you and you think of the stunned look on Jungkook’s face, and how you crossed the line.
It makes you bury your face in your pillow, fists pressing into the plush blankets, it’s sickening. And you have no idea how to come back from this because you miss Jungkook and you love him, more than you realize.
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Jungkook hates it, he hates the saying, “absence makes the heart grow fonder,” because what the fuck is that?
If you’re staying away from someone, it’s for a valid reason, but due to the fact that you’re apart from them, you want to be in their presence, you yearn for every atom of their being and it’s upsetting.
He needs to stay away from you, for your own good, his condition is worsening as the days go by. And along with that, he wants you, even more with each second that passes by.
Every little thing sets him off, and he refuses to look at himself in the mirror.
He can hear someone outside of his front door, so he listens, and opens it when he gets the familiar scent from his neighbor.
“Jungkook! You haven’t been checking your mail,” he’s looking down at the stack of envelopes near his feet, “so I thought I’d check on you!”
He chuckles, “So- Woahhh!”
Jungkook runs his fingers through his hair, “what do you want?”
Namjoon has lived near Jungkook long enough to know that he isn’t a threat, but Jungkook finds himself hesitating before he lets the sloth hybrid in.
“You look sick. Are you eating?”
Jungkook shrugs, “yeah.”
“You know you’re still human, right? You need to eat.”
“For fuck’s sake! I know that, now what do you want?!”
Jungkook watches the older man’s eyebrows shoot up, “I already told you I came to check up on you! You invited me in!”
Jungkook sighs and sits down on the couch next to him, the cold that wafted in when he opened the door makes him shiver. He tugs the lapels of his jacket and holds it close to his body.
“I haven’t seen Y/N around. She usually knows what to do when you’re sick.”
Jungkook shakes his head, “she hasn’t been calling.”
“Did something happen between the two of you? She seemed very angry the last time I saw her.”
“Nothing happened.”
“You sure?”
Jungkook cocks an eyebrow in his direction and Namjoon waves his arms around, “I’m just kidding. But I can sense something is off with you.”
Jungkook wets his lips, stuffing his hands in his sleeves. Maybe Namjoon would know what his changes could mean, he does have hybrid friends who are also predators.
“I just- haven’t been feeling good around her lately.”
“Feeling good?”
Jungkook nods, “I just, hate to see her with anyone else and I hate it when she’s out of my sight. Like every time I’m with her, I just want- Fuck-“ he leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, “it’s so hard to explain.”
“You just want…fuck?”
“What?” Jungkook lifts his head to look at the tall man who slaps his knee, laughing at his own joke.
He adjusts his glasses, “you solved it yourself. You want to mate with her.”
“That’s a nice way of putting it but the energy in this room-“ he gestures to Jungkook’s hunched figure “-is telling me all I need to know. I’m not all human, just like you. You’re forgetting that.”
“Wait,” Jungkook shuts his eyes, “what do you mean I need to mate with her? All the woman I sleep with are hybrids, like me. Like you.”
“So?” Namjoon folds his arms, “that doesn’t mean anything.”
“I am so confused.”
“Look,” Namjoon reaches over to hold Jungkook’s shoulder, then removes it as soon as he feels the cold seeping through the thick material, “I might be wrong. But from what I can recall, you and Y/N know each other since you were little kids. Maybe you’ve become a little territorial over her and now you’re acting up. It’s gone too long, you’re with each other almost all the time. You want to seal the deal.”
“Seal the deal?”
“Yes, anyway-“ Namjoon pats his thighs and heads for the door “-I’m gonna leave before you bite my head off…I thought it might be rude to leave in the middle of the conversation but shit. You’re scaring me.”
With an overdramatic shiver, he leaves the apartment as Jungkook rushes to the bathroom, almost slipping on the tiles when he stares at his reflection.
Ruby pupils widening, blinking at him, fangs protruding.
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Today’s the day that you decide; fuck it.
You’ve known Jungkook for a long, long time and nothing can ever come between the two of you, not even your pride or embarrassment.
So, you knock on his front door and wait, going through the apology you practiced a thousand times.
When he opens the door, your mouth hangs open, it’s like your eyes are being blessed by his ethereal features for the first time. You resist the urge to wrap your arms around his broad shoulders.
“Come in,” he pulls you inside his apartment by your elbow, “it’s cold.”
You linger at the doorway, like it’s the first time you’re visiting him. A different smell reaches your nose, but before you can place the scent, he’s ushering you into the lounge.
You sit next to him on the couch, a safe distance away. It’s too late to dismiss everything that happened because the silence sits heavy, and you both know that there’s something to discuss.
“I just wanted to say,” you begin, fists clenched, “I’m sorry for coming on to you the other day.”
“Coming on to me?”
You lift your eyes at his tone, watching him laugh, exposing his pearly whites to you.
“You didn’t come on to me, precious. In fact,” he scoots a little closer to you, you look up at him a little wide-eyed, “you pushed me to…”
“To what?” You poke, wondering why he’s blushing.
“To tell you how I feel.”
“How you feel?”
He nods, slotting his thighs between yours as he turns his body to face you. When your gazes lock, you realize just how much you missed him, and how much you missed about your relationship all these years.
“I- to put it simply- love you, Y/N. All my life I’ve loved you,” your breath hitches at his confession, heart leaping to your throat, “but,” he grabs your hand, thumb rubbing your knuckles, “I’m afraid.”
Your voice is just above a whisper, like any sudden movement or noise from you would break the tenderness of this moment.
“Afraid that I might hurt you.”
“You have never, ever hurt me, Jungkook.”
“No…not like that. I’m afraid that I might hurt you.”
You shake your head, palms reaching up to cup his cheeks, warming them with your thumbs, “you won’t hurt me.”
He places his hands over yours, “how do you know that?”
His eyes swirl with worry and sadness, and you want to replace it with what you love seeing the most on him.
“I don’t,” you smile, “but all I know, is that I love you too. And even if you do hurt me, I’ll forgive you.”
He tilts his head and kisses your palm.
“Only if I know you didn’t do it on purpose,” you add with a giggle.
He joins in your laughter and wraps an arm around your waist, pressing his forehead to yours and flicking his tongue against the tip of your nose.
“Does this mean that you’re mine now?”
“I’m not sure,” you smooth your hands up his arms to his shoulders, loving the way he trembles under your touch, “do you want me to be yours?”
His breath tickles your lips before his tongue darts out to wet your flesh, panting when he hoists you up on his lap.
“You have no fucking idea.”
The first touch of his lips on yours makes you feel like you’ve finally found a missing piece you never knew you lost, moving over yours gently, raking his fingers through your hair as he presses you closer to his cool body, a perfect contrast to the heat that’s bubbling inside of you with each press of his lips.
You sneak your hands up his hoodie and nothing could prepare you for his first lick inside your mouth, you’re moaning, back arching as your fingers dig into his pecs.
He hums, slotting his thigh between your legs and pressing you down by your hips.
“Jungkook,” you throw your head back, rocking back and forth on his thigh as you let him control your hips, enjoying the friction his thigh provides on your clit.
You bury your face in his neck, mouthing up his neck, hearing him sigh in satisfaction when your lips brush over the scaly skin under his ear.
You feel him bury his hands in your jeans pockets, squeezing your ass through the denim material. Whining, you lift your head up to look at him, telling him that it isn’t enough.
“Come on, precious,” he lifts you up by your ass and carries you down the hall. His natural accent makes your pussy throb in need.
Before you can reach his room, you attach your lips to his, tugging at his dark strands of hair and swirling your tongue around his, pressing your hips against him when you feel a glob of his spit enter your mouth, lips slick with his saliva.
He pulls away from you and you look up at him, “what?”
“Nothing,” he grins.
You kiss him sloppily, feeling your hole clench uncontrollably, “please.”
He sets you down on the floor and tugs off your jeans and panties in one go, you spread your legs open for his touch, shivering when his cool fingers part your folds.
“So sweet,” his tongue darts out rapidly to lick your arousal off his fingers.
Body tingling in need, you grip his hair and pull him up, he holds your thighs and wraps them around his waist again, pressing you against the wall.
“I need you,” eyes on his, nails pressing into his scalp.
His hand slithers down your body, “let me-“
“No,” you push your hips forward, staining his hoodie with your juices, “need you now.”
Maybe it’s the fact that you’ve been attracted to him, without you knowing it, but you feel the desire for him fizzing through you. You’ve never been this desperate to have anyone before.
He suckles on your bottom lip, holding you up with one hand. You feel him reach between your bodies, pulling out his cock and-
You pull away from him with a loud smack, gasping when you catch sight of his…cocks.
“Jungkook,” you whisper, eyes flitting up to see the shit eating grin on his face.
“Yes, precious?”
You can’t tear your eyes away from the red tips, leaking and swollen, veins branching out on each one. You find yourself licking your lips.
“Shhh,” he presses his mouth to yours, hand stroking one of his girthy cocks, “you want me?”
You nod, getting a better grip on his shoulders.
“You can have whatever you want, precious,” with a snap of his hips, he eases into you, your eyes shut, mouth open in a silent moan as your walls burn with each inch, stretching over his cock.
When he’s fully sheathed inside of you, he places his index finger under your chin.
“You okay, precious?”
“Mhmmm,” you grind your hips against his, asking him to move.
He adjusts his hold on your ass and draws his hips back, you cry out when he pushes back into you, feeling his other cock press into your thigh, gasps of his name leaving your lips, nails dragging across his shoulders.
With another slow thrust, he sets a pace, thick cock dragging against your walls, hissing and grunting as the tip presses deep inside of you. Jolting in his hold, you suckle on the skin of his neck, muffling your whimpers when he brushes that sensitive spot inside of you, plunging a little faster, the warmth of your walls accommodating his cold, hard dick, piercing into you.
You feel the knot build in your abdomen, moving your hips with his, clenching around him, coating his length with your arousal. He’s panting, one hand pressed against the wall behind you, hips snapping against yours.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”
Feeling his dick twitch against your walls, you wrap your arms around him a little tighter, walls squeezing him in until finally, the pressure snaps, walls quivering around him, dragging him to his own high. With a drawn-out groan, he stills his hips, fingers digging into your ass.
“Fuckkk,” his hips jerk with each spurt of cum, and when his head lolls forward, you meet his gaze, blood red eyes, lust written all over his features.
You shiver when he pulls out of you, feeling his cum seep down your folds. He holds you close to his body as he carries you to his room, setting you down carefully on the bed and peppering kisses and licks all over your neck and face.
He stares down at you, fingers tickling the side of your face to rest on the junction between your neck and shoulder.
“Am I dreaming?” He murmurs, no space between your bodies, heart racing in your chest.
You turn your head away, suddenly feeling shy under his gaze, smile spreading across your lips.
“I don’t think I am.”
You give him a confused look.
“Even my dreams don’t do justice to your smile.”
Before you can complain about how cheesy that was, he’s covering your mouth with his, lips detaching so he can pull off your shirt along with his hoodie.
He reaches behind you to unhook your bra, the white material joining the rest of your clothes on the floor. His fingers tweak your nipples, tongue flicking into your mouth, spit mixing with his.
When you buck your hips against his, you feel his cock dig into your stomach.
Hastily, he kicks off his pants and boxer briefs, then positions himself between your legs, kissing down your stomach, wetting each spot his lips touch. Your pussy clenches in anticipation, legs spreading, swollen folds being exposed to his hungry gaze, his cum still drips out of you.
“Fuck,” he positions himself on his stomach, eyes glued to yours when his tongue rolls against your clit.
“Ah- Jungkook, fuck,” you’re trembling, hands grasping his sheets beneath you, hips jerking against his face as he laps up your slick. His hand slides up your body, thumb and forefinger tugging at your nipple.
The sensation is nothing like you’ve ever felt before, the way his tongue seems to be everywhere at once. Suckling on your clit, thrusting into your hole, cold to hot, waves of pleasure washing over you.
When you feel his middle finger circle your hole, you comb your fingers through his silky strands of hair. He pulls your clit between his lips at the same time that he adds his index and ringer finger inside of you, a choked moan breaks from your chest.
You’re writhing with each thrust of his fingers, each suckle of your throbbing clit between his lips, you’re extremely close to the edge, gushing around his fingers and when he curls it, the pads of his fingers brushing your sensitive spot, you scream his name, with his teeth grazing your clit.
You can hear him moan along with the squelching sounds of his fingers being plunged inside of you at breakneck speed, eyes opening a bit to see him pressing his hips against the mattress. The sight itself sends you tumbling into your second orgasm, body flushing when he places his lips over your hole, slurping up every drop. His hand lands a harsh smack to your folds, sending sparks up your spine, a string of your slick sticks to his hand. When he does it again, your fingers twist in his hair, humming when his tongue flicks up your clit lightly to soothe the ache.
When he sits up, you notice that his abs are glistening, half-hard cocks coated in his own arousal.
You’re breathless, “did you-“
He presses his full weight onto your body, feeling his stickiness cling to your skin, breaths mingling, “you’re so fucking hot, Y/N. Fuck, can’t believe you let me have you. Can’t believe you’re letting me do this.”
Grinning at his words, you place a hand on his shoulder and push him down on his back, kissing and nipping at his collarbones, palm tracing the scales on the side of his waist, you hear him take a shaky breath, fuelling your arousal.
You suckle on every inch on his skin, worshiping his body with each flick of your tongue. The wet muscle dips into his navel and he tenses, hand pressing on your head, pushing you further down his body.
You salivate at the sight of his cocks standing proud and erect, precum dribbling out.
You wrap your hand around one, letting your spit trickle down his length, placing kittenish licks around his head, seeing him rest his head against the pillow, Adam’s apple bobbing when the tip of your tongue grazes his frenulum.
His cock twitches in your hold, “don’t tease.”
Pussy throbbing at his tone, you cover the tip with your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks as you sink down, hearing him hiss, hips lifting of the bed as you pull him out of your mouth, then push him all the way to the back of your throat. You gag, taking a deep breath through your nose then pulling your mouth off his length.
Jungkook thinks he’s going to explode. Your hot mouth sucking on his dick, closing around him, tight throat squeezing him in. He can’t control the moans that escape his lips, fingers pressing into your head. He’s trying so hard not to cum, he loves the way your hot spit feels on his cock and when you wrap your tiny hand around his other cock, pumping him with each bob of your head, he whispers your name, thrusting into your mouth and fist.
He's so close to the edge but he bites down on his lip, holding back to relish in the pleasure you’re providing him. One look at your eyes has him twitching in your hold, how innocent you look with his cock in your mouth, so eager to please him.
“So fucking good.”
You swallow around him, keeping him at the back of your throat while you twist your hand around his head, you see him bang his fist on the bed before his nails dig into your scalp, pulling you off his pulsating cock. You let go of his other cock and throw your leg over his torso, positioning his cock near your slit.
In the blink of an eye, you’re under him, hands held above your head, thighs spread far apart.
“Had your fun, hmm?”
You swallow, unable to speak after his sudden movement knocked the air from your lungs, gaze unwavering.
He chuckles, the sound sends a shiver down your spine.
“Now I’m gonna have my fun.”
Still holding your hands above your head, he reaches down with his other hand and slaps your clit with the tip of his dick, thighs shaking beneath him.
Pressing his chest to yours, nipples digging into his muscular chest, he pushes into you, you gasp, his cock buried inside your pussy feels like a new sensation, as if he wasn’t fucking you a few minutes ago.
Your mind is blank, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he starts to pound into you, the sounds of skin slapping against skin the only thing that registers in your mind, and the way his other cock rubs against your thigh.
Your fingers wiggle in his hold, wanting to provide a similar sensation to his neglected cock, but he growls, fucking into you harder, deeper, tears glaze your eyes with how good it feels to have his cock massage your walls. He places his other hand on the side of your face, and you tilt your head to look at it, then back at him.
He smirks. Hand inching closer to your body until finally, his fingers press on either side of your throat, pulsing with each thrust, pussy clenching around him, body sparking with lust.
“Fuck, you’re squeezing me in. So fucking tight.”
When he presses deep inside of you and grinds his hips, thumb and fingers pressing into your neck, your mind becomes hazy, thoughts filled the way his length splits you open. When he nips at your soft skin below your ear, you cum, milking his cock as he shoots his load inside of you, thrusts becoming shallow, cock tugging at your ridged walls. You feel full, stuffed and when you glance at your stomach, you notice a slight bulge, he follows your gaze then winks at you, tongue wetting his lips.
You want to cover your face but he’s still keeping your hands in his hold, watching you closely.
He pulls out of you and pumps his other cock, sweat dripping from the wet strands of his hair, your hands fly to your sides when he lets go of your wrists.
Pussy still clenching, you guide the head of his cock to your clit, jolting as you hold the tip of his cock between your folds and move your hips, your slick aiding in the smooth movement of his cock between your lips, spreading you open. He watches with wide eyes, then finally throws his head back and cums all over your stomach, laughing breathlessly when he notices your amused expression.
He lands next to you on the mattress with a soft thump, smiling in a way that you could describe as lovestruck.
“Why didn’t we do that before?”
Your thumb wipes away a bead of sweat from his temple, “you only fuck hybrids.”
“And you only fuck humans.”
Scoffing, you lift your hand to smack his arm, but he grabs it and pulls you into his cold embrace, your ear presses to his chest, hearing his steady heartbeat. Your chest feels overcome with warmth and a range of emotions that are still sinking in.
Despite feeling exhausted, you’re wide awake, tracing patterns on his sides.
“I’m sorry I pushed you away.”
“You didn’t.”
“I did,” he kisses the top of your head, “I thought I might lose control.”
You look up at him, eyebrows furrowed “lose control? Baby, you might be half-snake but you’re still human.”
Jungkook tries to hide the blush that paints his cheeks at your nickname. His heartrate picks up when you kiss his dimple, he rambles on.
“You know, with the red eyes and pointy teeth.”
Giggling, you bring your face to his level, hair draping across your shoulders. He pushes the strands away and kisses your shoulder.
His eyes close, tongue flicking out to lick your cupids bow.
When you notice that he’s falling off to sleep, hands tucked between your warm thighs, you call his name, he hums in answer.
“Your eyes were red the whole time.”
Beady eyes fly open, glaring at you while you laugh.
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jjkthclub · a month ago
The Maid of Honor Misadventures
Pairing: Jungkook / You Genre: one shot, one night stand!au, wedding!au Rating: M Warnings: fingering, oral (f. receiving), nipple play, unprotected sex, breathplay, finger sucking, thigh riding, face sitting, multiple orgasms Word count: 16.5k Summary: After meeting a handsome guy at a bar, you two hit it off quickly and have a one-night stand. After that, you expected to never see him again—well, that was until two days later and your best friend introduces you to someone at dinner.
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Marriage is a huge commitment. It’s an important decision that requires a lot of thinking. Deciding to get married means that you will have to permanently stick with your answer. It means that you have thought of everything that would follow afterwards and that you’re ready to begin a new chapter of your book with the one who makes you feel like you can conquer anything because they are not above you or below you—they are beside you.
You’ve always thought of marriage as a scary thing, something that’s out of your reach. While you are not getting any younger, you feel like you’re still not ready for such a big leap. But then again, is anyone ever ready for it?
Anyways, let’s not get sidetracked. Let’s focus on the reason as to why you’re here at a bar. You’re here tonight because your best friend called. You’re here to listen as she opens up about what happened with her and her fiancé, Jimin.
“And then we had this argument. I said something about his parents not liking me because I’m not the one they wanted him to marry in the first place and he said that it’s not true. He said that he wouldn’t even care if he gets stripped off from the inheritance because all he wants is to get married to me. And then it just went on and on until he said that if I think we’re doing this more for our parents than for us, then we should just call the wedding off.”
Blinking, you observe how Yuna’s eyebrows crease as she recounts bits of it, obvious that this fight affected her, pinched bits of her heart that’s filled with excitement over her upcoming wedding—well, what was supposed to be her upcoming big day.
“I just wanted everyone to get along,” she sighs, shaking her head. “I don’t know, I think this has something to do with my guilt because Jimin defied his parents the moment he started dating me. And because I’ll never pass his parents’ standards.”
“Look,” you start. “Your parents aren’t the ones that’s going to get married here—it’s you and Jimin. And to be honest, if they both love you, then they’re going to have to accept the fact that you love each other and that you want to spend the rest of your lives together.”
She listens and ingests your words, eventually nodding. “You’re right,” she says, wiping the corner of her wet eyes. “And Jimin is right. I shouldn’t have stressed about our parents too much and let it get into my head.”
“Let me ask you a question. Do you love Jimin?”
“Of course.”
“Do you still want to marry him?”
She smiles. “I do.”
“There you go. That’s your answer,” you tell her, snapping your fingers before taking a swig of your wine.
Yuna smiles narrowly in relief and nods with more confidence. She brings out her phone and scrolls for a few moments before her gasp startles you. She huffs, a frown taking over her features. “Great. So he went to his parents’ party.”
You wrinkle your brows. “And that’s bad because?”
“Y/N, this is the party that he didn’t want to attend because he knows that his parents would try to match him up again.”
“What? Okay, you are overthinking this way too much. That doesn’t mean he’s—” you argue, wanting to implore her to just call Jimin, wanting to proclaim that just because he went there doesn’t mean he would actually entertain it because for God’s sake, he’s engaged to the love of his life.
Yuna cuts you off when she pushes herself off from her seat. Out of the blue, she removes her engagement ring and places it on the counter. She’s grabbing her small purse, telling you that she has to go. Handing her the keys to your apartment, you ensure her that she can spend the night, telling her that you’ll catch up with her later because you want to stay here for a bit.
Now alone in this open bar, with nothing but a glass of wine in your hand, you begin to muse about Yuna and her problem.
She’s one of the most important people in your life and you’ve seen how happy she became when she started dating Jimin. They had only been dating for over ten months when she said yes to him. You thought of it as fast but she told you that she was sure of him so you trusted her and respected that. That’s really their story to tell, not yours. And to be honest, if you think about it, the number of couples who’ve been married for over thirty years but dated for only a few months is now growing. So really, it just depends on the couple and what works for them.
There’s five days left before the wedding and unfortunately, this hurdle presented itself. It doesn’t have to end easily like this. What, so they’re just choosing not to jump past this obstacle and let it trample over them? No, they can’t just toss it all out of the window like that.
You drop your gaze on the ring resting on the counter, fingers immediately holding onto it. Eyes ghosting on the delicate item, you slip it on your own finger slowly. At the moment, you’re not sure if it suits you though. It feels—
You’re suddenly startled when a couple starts making out lewdly. The girl is suddenly being slammed on the chair beside you while her boyfriend’s hand skims on the back of her thigh. He lifts her leg up, exposing her underwear. Hopping off your seat, you choose to go further down the end. For a few minutes, you sit by yourself, drinking more wine and just staring at Yuna’s ring.
Eventually, someone occupies the seat to your right. The guy lifts his finger up for a drink, dropping a couple of bills on the counter.
“I can’t believe we’re getting a live show here.”
You look at the owner of the voice who just made an accurate remark. When you take a quick scale at him, you see that his jaw is defined, his skin honey and his features chiselled and manly. Wearing a striped shirt underneath a dark blue blazer, he couples it with ripped denim jeans that hugs the definition of his thighs.
Emphatically, you are agreeing with a soft laugh. “Right?”
The stranger smiles lightly as he flits his eyes on his drink handed to him by the broad-shouldered bartender and then at you for the first time. Feeling your cheeks heat up at the painfully attractive sight, you decide to take a peek of the obscene couple to the left to see if they’re still there. Unfortunately, they still are. Torridly kissing and grinding passionately into one another.
You turn back to him and offer a suggestion. “Do you wanna go and sit somewhere else?”
The guy nods and you both make your way to a quieter, more private area in the bar, sitting in one of the empty booths. Once you’re both comfortable in your seats, he clears his throat and decides to finally start a conversation. “So. What are you drinking to?”
It’s a good question. In an attempt to mull over everything that happened tonight, you find that you’re overwhelmed with a lot of different things, mind muddled. In the end, you just say the first thing that comes to mind. “To love.”
He arches his right eyebrow up, intrigued. It’s then that you start to notice how he has piercings on his brow, along with both of his ears.
“I’m about to save the day and make two people see how much they love each other,” is what you add. This is it. This will be your mission. You’ll save the couple and make the wedding happen—simple as that.
The dark-haired man blinks before he offers his honest comment. “That’s quite… heavy. And a lot of responsibility.”
A smile crossing your features, you shrug. “Well, with great power comes with great responsibility.”
Amused, he quirks a brow up and he gnaws on his bottom lip as though to stop a smirk. “Are you trying to tell me that you’re secretly a superhero?”
“And if I am?”
“Ah, see, you shouldn’t say that. That’s dangerous because you don’t know who you’re talking to. You don’t know if they could be a fellow superhero or a villain,” he explains, playing along.
You take a sip of your wine as if to give you a push to say your next words because his stare on you alone is weakening your resolve. If you are a hero then it’s safe to say that his eyes are your kryptonite. “Sounds like something a villain would say.”
The guy laughs. “Touché.”
You join him, chanting your cheers as you raise your glasses up and bump them together. When the hilarity ebbs down, you waste no time to deflect the question back. “What about you? What are you drinking to?”
“To taking control.”
You cock your head sideways, surprised at his revelation. It’s interesting to hear this because from the get go he looked like someone whose middle name is control. From the way he is dressed and the way he carries himself with poise, he seemed like the type to lead, the type to give out orders.
“From now on, I’m taking control of my own life and I’m going to do what makes me happy,” he states resolutely, smiling in a way that emanates warmth.
“Good for you,” you tell him before doing another round of cheers and chugging the remainder of your drinks.
He scoots closer to your side, pinky finger bumping yours faintly. It’s the tiniest bit of flesh-to-flesh contact and yet the spark that shot through your nerves and the tingles that went down to your spine was palpable and unfathomably exhilarating because this might just be the most interesting and gripping conversation you’ve had with a stranger.
Just as you’re about to bask in the moment you two are having, he—much to your surprise—stops. The second his eyes discover the piece of round jewellery on your fourth finger, he hesitates. Slowly, his palm slides away silently to retract as he clamps his lips together as though he pieced something together in his head.
Wide-eyed as you caught the exact scene, you chuckle to paint some casual nonchalance and to lighten the sudden starkness of the situation. “Oh, this,” you acknowledge, closing your fist and raising it up to your chest, your other hand caressing the ring. “It’s not mine. Seriously. I’m not engaged or married or anything.”
“I wouldn’t care if you are anyways.”
Stunned, is the only word to describe you. With lips parted, the rhythm of your blinking is stuttered upon his revelation.
He cracks after a few seconds, exhaling with a soft smile. “Relax, I’m just kidding. I’m not that kind of guy.” He tilts his head as he glosses over you. “I find it somewhat hard to believe, though.”
“You find what hard to believe?”
“That you’re single.”
A scoff escapes your nose.
“Seriously, have you seen you?” he says, expressions dripping with confidence. “You’re hot. How are you still not taken?”
“You’re one smooth talker, aren’t you?”
“Did it do anything for you?” He rests his chin on his palm as he keeps his gaze fixated on you like a magnet, eager to hear your comebacks.
Sucking your breath in, you make sure to keep that eye contact intense and strong between you. Right now, his stare is boring holes through your skull. They are fierce, fast, impatient and sexy. Meant for a quiet, intimate space. Meant for the bedroom.
When you lean closer, you let him know that your eyes are equally harboring the same lusty feelings. You hum and lower your voice, almost whispering it to his face, letting your hot breath fan the tip of his nose. “Maybe you should try harder and not use flattery.”
His self-control is impeccably sturdy, his stare on your eyes and lips unbreakable and determined as though he’s up to do anything you want, up for any challenge and offer you give him. “Well. Then you’ll be glad to know that my mouth can do a lot more things other than come up with smooth talk. You up for it?”
Controlling your breathing, you flash a frisky smile. “Depends on what those things are.”
“I’m sorry, I just realized that I don’t even know your name.” He shakes his head once you’re face to face, feeling ridiculous at his first, obvious mistake. “What’s your name?”
“Do you have to know my name?” you challenge.
“It’s not imperative but for my own selfish reasons, then yes.”
There’s a teasing lilt to your hum.
Arching a brow up, he asks, “What are you thinking?”
“No names for tonight,” is your proposition, punching out the words breathily. Let’s be real—you’re horny and he’s hot. You’d be damned if you said that you didn’t want to get laid with him tonight.
His tongue swirls on his bottom lip before biting it down, a small dimple appearing on his cheek. “Okay. How about aliases?”
“Just like superheroes?”
He grins. “Just like superheroes.”
“Would Supergirl be too cliché?”
“She your favorite?”
“Wanda,” you reveal.
“Nice. I’m actually excited to watch the show when it comes out,” he says, his smile reaching his eyes first.
“You could be Scarlet then.”
“And you’re Vision?”
“Nah. Just call me JK,” he offers.
You repeat the two letters, nodding.
“Your place or mine?”
“Yours,” you say, bringing your phone out, keying a quick message to Yuna before slipping the ring off your finger and placing it inside your pocket.
JK holds his palm out. “Shall we?”
“Yeah. Let’s get the hell out of here.”
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Pressed up against his bedroom door, he crushes his lips on yours, tongues melting into each other and teeth tugging on lips. The make-out session has you intoxicated, heating up your skin and putting your senses into overdrive. Fingers threading through his locks, he nips on the skin just below your jawline, tumbling out a gasp from your lips, his tongue doing the work to smooth the area before he finds a sensitive spot on the side of your neck, leaving it with an open-mouthed kiss before releasing it with a juicy pop.
When he yanks up your shirt, he takes a sharp inhale. “You’re so fucking hot,” he rasps, taking off his blazer jacket, hurling it to the side.
You hold the hem of his shirt and pull it up, greeted by his fit and broad figure and the artwork that decorates his right sleeve in turn. Gawking at his body, you run the tips of your fingers through his abs and pecs before tracing the outline of his lips. “You’re really hot, too,” you tell him, the hotness of your breath bathing his skin.
The pad of your finger runs lazy circles on his swollen bottom lip and you make sure to look right into his eyes with a lusty smirk before you cup his face, pulling him in again for another needy kiss, your tongues swirling with each other, sending a direct shot of arousal down to your core.
Your fingers rake through his locks while your lips pepper his shoulder blade and neck with your ravenous kisses. It doesn’t take long before your hands are on his body, his hips, stomach and v-line, stroking every edge and area. When you end up cupping the dent in his pants, a satisfied groan emits his throat. On your palm, he feels huge and hard and you release a whiny moan while his chest heaves.
His fingers find the button of your jeans and you pull back to assist him, quickly shimmying down until you’re left in your underwear. Keeping his eyes on yours, his hand starts to slide down, groping your heat over the soaked fabric. Your head automatically rears back, sighing at his touch. His smirk widens as his fingers slip underneath your underwear. He motions up and down on your sticky folds, flicking your clit before he takes his hand out and slides the fabric of your panties to the side.
Finally, his index finger thrusts into you slowly and deeply like he has all the time in the world. Emitting dulcet sighs, you shift your hips forwards to meet his thrust, desperate to feel his fingers. He curls his digit inside, hitting your walls while you pant. Taking your lips again, he adds another finger, pushing into you until you’re bucking your hips and moaning against his mouth.
He keeps this up, fingers curving, repeatedly thrusting in a pace that has your thigh muscles tightening and your feet tiptoeing before he slows down and eventually withdraws so he can suck on them, watching you watch him taste every bit of your essence. The action is so erotic and sensual that you lunge forward to share your breaths with him again while tasting yourself on his tongue.
Chests flushed together, he hoists you up, hooking your legs around his waist as he carries you to the bed, never disconnecting his lips on yours. You’re dropped on the mattress softly and you scoot upwards immediately, head lying on the pillow as you begin to unclasp your bra while he works on pulling your panties down your legs.
“Fuck. Look at you,” he growls. “So fucking pretty.” Climbing up to open your mouth, his hands busy themselves in squeezing the flesh of your nipples. The kiss you share is sultrier and filthier, dominated by your tongues, teeth and saliva.
He makes his way down to your breasts, his hot mouth enveloping your nipple while his hand massages the other breast, fingers toying on the bud. He sucks and licks until it’s nice and perky, switching to the other and giving it the same treatment. Pleasured sighs leak out your lips, eyes rolling at the back of your head, your fingers lacing on his hair.
He sits up, standing on the edge of the bed to pull his pants and underwear down. His huge and thick cock stands erect and he wraps a hand around it to give it a few pumps. His thumb gives his head the occasional flick to spread his pre-cum before hovering on top of you again to take on your breasts. He makes sure to look up at you every time, watching how beautiful you look when you’re purring your moans, the sight getting him harder as he pictures how you’d look and sound like when you’re so fucked out.
His solid hands grab your thighs, spreading them wide as he finally snakes down to your core, all full of your slick. You breathe raggedly, watching him in anticipation as he inches forward, tongue slurping up a bold stripe of your folds before it lays flat on your pussy.
He laps on your clit and your gasps are broken, begging him to not stop as you lay a hand on your breast, giving it a squeeze while grinding your core on his mouth. His own groans vibrate on your skin as he eats you out and buries his tongue inside your cunt, consistently switching with taking it whole and licking on your swollen clit.
“You taste really good,” he says, tongue running over his wet lips. As much as he’d like to see you fall apart on his mouth, right now, all he wants is to be inside you. He needs to feel your warm and wet pussy around him, wants to see you come around his cock while he’s deep inside you.
Whining at the loss, he snatches your legs, folding them in half. Kneeling with his back straight up, he lines the head in your entrance, moving it against your slit, coating himself with your arousal. You release a drawled moan and his eyes darkens before pushing into you.
The stretch is delicious, with him easily gliding in from how wet you are. A gasp escapes your chest and he’s only halfway in. Relaxing your walls to adjust to him, he sinks further until he bottoms out a few moments later, your pussy wrapped around his cock.
Releasing a joint pleasurable groan, he starts with slow, consistent thrusts, holding your knees to keep your legs up in that position. He’s testing the waters with his pace. It feels good and you appreciate it and him for being a gentleman but right now you need him to move. You need him to fuck you hard, fast and senseless. You want to be left mind-blown so you tell him that he doesn’t need to be gentle with you.
With your words, the glint in his eyes shifts and he begins to move, rocking into you rapidly. He grunts lowly at your tightness while burying his cock deeper, assaulting your walls. The sound of skin slapping skin has you screaming and he buckles his hips, keeping a steady and fast rhythm in fucking you.
He moans unabashedly, voice gruff as he gets entranced from his own pleasure, relishing in the way your pussy keeps on swallowing him in with every push as though it’s made for his cock only. He cups and squeezes your bouncing tits as he smacks himself into you. His palm skims through your stomach, making its way up as his finger runs over your swollen lips before sliding in your mouth. You suck it just like how you’d take him on your mouth, keeping your eyes on him and his lips curve up, savoring the sight.
You watch as his hips slows down into gentle thrusts before he slips out of you and grips his glistening cock to run the head through your slit, nudging and circling on your clit before he’s inside you again. He presses his chest against yours and brushes his lips on yours, swallowing all your moans. Your pussy clamps down on him with every drag against your walls and you hold his arms that are flexed, your pants increasing in volume as you chant a plethora of ‘yes’, ‘fuck’, and ‘oh my God.’
His body hovering on top of you again, he maintains eye contact, lips parted as he breathes in jagged patterns. You’re then grabbing his wrist, placing his hand on your neck. He takes a hefty inhale, pupils dilating and gaze shifting. “You like that? Hm?”
Wordlessly, you nod, licking your lips as his slender fingers start to put pressure on your throat. “Tell me if it’s too much, okay?”
Again, you offer a nod and a hum that borders on a moan. The force on your throat isn’t too hard but it’s firm and secure enough to steal your breath away and have your pussy clenching on him. The sudden delve at breathplay spurs him on to speed it up more than ever, a satisfied smile gracing his lips.
The headboard slams the walls and the bed creaks as the obscene echoes of your bodies merging fills the room. Your pants are caught in your throat and your mouth is kept open as you feel the coiling sensation in your stomach tightening. He drops his fingers from the base of your neck and cups your breast, clutching and pinching your pebbled bud with his thumb and forefinger before he kneads on your clit.
Keen whimpers and expletives flare out of your chest as the pad of his thumb rubs on your nub harshly. “You gonna come, baby?” he asks, his jackhammer thrusts quickening in pace. He can feel your walls contract against his cock as he holds up your legs and places them over his shoulders.
You nod as he shoves into you relentlessly. “Fuck,” you whimper helplessly, swivelling your hips, your climax threatening to wash over you soon. “I’m so close—mmmh my God—fuck—” you croak out sinfully.
“That’s it—nngh—fuck. Come for me, baby,” he coaxes, the pitch of his moan heightening as he pants hard.
One hard thrust and you’re falling over the edge, pussy clenching tight on his cock. His biceps and his stomach tauten as he keeps on fucking you, the sparks of his climax travelling fast to his tip. It doesn’t take long before a guttural sound is pulled out from his throat and his hips stutter, blowing his load and coating your walls with his warm seed.
You come three more times after the first round. With you on all fours, him holding your hips with a bruising grip as he hits you from behind. With you riding him while he’s sat down on the edge of his bed, watching you get yourself off from his full-length mirror. Your nails would dig on his shoulders while he’d suck on your nipples intently and mark your skin possessively, feeling satisfied at his handiwork. And finally, with you sitting on his face. Your hands would hold the headboard to steady yourself while his tongue dips in your pussy, eating you fervently.
Flopped down on the bed together, you’re both a fucked out mess, panting like dogs in the summer, lightheaded and smelling like sex. Staring at the ceiling, you feel like you’re still in a trance, encircled by that post-coital elation. He’s the first to stand up, bringing you some tissues so you can clean the insides of your thighs.
Now, you’ve had your fair share of bad hook-ups where the guy would come too early or where the oral is subpar, leaving you dissatisfied by the end of the night. But this one in particular—you can definitely say that this was a good fuck.
“Well,” you speak for the first time. “That was fun.” Collecting your panties on the floor, you slip it on and gather your discarded clothes lying on the floor haphazardly.
“You’re leaving?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“It’s two in the morning,” JK returns matter-of-factly. His brows rumple together and if you didn’t know any better, you’d almost say that it’s out of worry and concern. “I can’t just let you out there on your own. It’s too dangerous.” Awkwardly, he clears his throat when he’s met with silence. “I’m just… you know, thinking about your safety,” he attempts to redeem himself.
God. How can someone be so irresistibly adorable? Is this the same guy who just fucked your brains out and who said the lewdest things while he was balls deep inside you?
“Are you asking me to stay?”
He gnaws on his bottom lip and offers a smile. “More like hoping.”
Just by the look on JK’s eyes, already, you could feel yourself spiralling and slipping the more you think about it, the more you consider his request. If you live in an alternate universe where you’re a superhero, it’s safe to say that you’d be royally screwed. Because you’re showing weakness, you’re being so vulnerable, crumbling apart with just one look.
A couple of hours with him should be fine. You suppose breaking one rule won’t hurt. “Okay,” you yield. “I’ll stay.”
He goes to his dresser to open one drawer, pulling a cotton shirt in white. Offering the article of clothing to you, you thank him meekly, swathing your body in it until it falls just above your knees. It’s baggy and soft, the scent of fabric conditioner reeling on your senses.
“There’s extra towels in the bathroom,” he gestures.
The first thing you notice are the boxes lying around just beside the bathtub. Half open boxes filled with essential toiletries. The citrus fragrance that surrounds the room catches your attention next and automatically, your eyes search for the source, finding his diffuser just below the window.
When you examine yourself in front of the mirror, you take a deep breath. It’s just for this night. You could just wake up early tomorrow, collect your things and leave without looking back. After giving your face a quick wash, you search for the towels to dry you up, finding them perfectly folded in one of his drawers, arranged by their colors.
When you come out, he’s already dressed in a grey shirt and dark pajamas, sitting up on his side of the bed, scrolling through his phone. He notices you and stares, ruffling the back of his head with a demure smile. “Sorry about the boxes.”
“That’s okay. Don’t worry about it,” you reply encouragingly, walking to the other side to slip under the covers, allowing yourself to feel cozy and warm. “Did you just move in?”
“Yep,” he says, popping the ‘P’. He wraps his arm around your hips gently and you can feel his soft breathing on the side of your neck. He’s definitely trying to cuddle you.
It’s odd though how you don’t do anything to break the closeness because you’re reciprocating it by settling on the wide expanse of his chest as the tip of his fingers trace circles on your arm in a soothing manner. Perhaps the reason is because you find that it feels comforting—calming, even.
Completely enveloped and secured in his warmth, he checks with you, “Nice?”
In your vocabulary, this is dangerous territory because it feels too intimate. “Yeah. Nice,” is what you say anyway. “Hey, are you sure it’s okay for me to sleep here?”
You hear him giggle, his fingers playing with your hair as he looks at your questioning eyes. “Of course.”
It’s just for this night, reminds your conscious. And since this is only for tonight, you might as well allow yourself to be encased in another person’s secure and comforting embrace. You might as well flout another rule since you already broke one when you decided to stay.
“You know, sometimes a simple hug could just be what a person needs the most,” you murmur while you’re in your half-asleep half-awake state. What prompted you to say this, you’re unsure. Perhaps it’s the way he’s got his arm encased around you, and the way you feel safe in someone else’s warmth.
“It’s a simple yet powerful gesture.”
“Exactly,” you return, feeling your lips twitch for a smile. “Even if the hugger doesn’t say anything and just hugs you, I think that’s already so powerful. Because, you know, you never really know what a person is going through.”
He lets himself listen to you as you impart your sentiments and once again, he can’t help but be enthralled and pulled in by how you articulate your perspective and how you make him see it. “Very true,” he agrees.
A few seconds of silence lingers as you’re unsure what to say next. You then catch a glimpse of his inked right arm, a sleeve full of intricate and beautiful art, with words, flowers and symbols reaching his shoulder blade. “Cool tattoos, by the way.”
“Thanks,” JK says, grinning foolishly. "Hey, you know, I gotta tell you that this—” he begins, turning to you, only to see you fast asleep, knocked out like a baby, snoring softly. He laughs mutedly. “—is the best one-night stand I’ve ever had.”
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The sunlight seeping through the gap of the curtain tickles your conscious, rousing you from the depths of your slumber. Eyes still closed, your hand fishes out for your phone buried somewhere underneath the pillow, gripping it hard as you squint to check for the time once it’s lit up—8:15 am.
“Shit,” you hiss quietly.
Beside you, JK is heavily asleep, left cheek squished on the pillow, long eyelashes sprawled out on his honey skin, his lips rolling out loud exhalations that cracks into snores. This would be the last glance of him that you’d take because before you know it, you’re panic gathering all your clothes on the floor, hurriedly and quietly dressing yourself up, tiptoeing out of his apartment after. You really shouldn’t have stayed the night—it’s not you to do that.
There’s a large part of you that wants to stay longer with him in that bed and a sense of sadness brewing in your belly you the closer you get to your destination and you’re uncertain as to why. Shaking your head, you shrug the feeling as just the effects of the wine you’ve been drinking last night and you let reality ground your thoughts from being in the clouds and pull you back.
Let’s check the facts again. You don’t date. You don’t do relationships—they’re messy and complicated, much like love itself. Soon enough, you will forget about him and you will go on with your life.
Once you arrive back at your place, Yuna is sat on your couch. She asks you what happened last night and just like that, you plop yourself down beside her, explaining the reason why you didn’t come home.
“Oh, by the way, where’s my engagement ring?” she asks when all of the chatting and gossiping about your tryst had culminated.
You fish for it in your pocket and hand it back.
“Thanks,” she says, though you notice that it’s not with a happy or relieved tone. It’s a weak one, the expression on her face crestfallen. Your gut tells you that something is wrong. And usually, your gut feelings are correct.
“What? Okay, listen to me. Last night, you told me that you love Jimin and that you still want to marry him. You can’t just let a small hiccup ruin everything,” you tell her after she revealed that when he gets here, she’s going to return the ring to him.
Before she can reply, the doorbell is ringing. You instantly saunter towards the door to open it. “Hey, Jimin,” you greet with a narrow smile.
“Hey, Y/N.” He nods weakly at you before you let him enter your apartment.
With a careful tone, you decide to breach the silent and awkward air as the couple just stares at each other, waiting for one another to speak. “Um… can I talk to you both for a sec?”
Leading him to your living room, you gesture for him to sit beside Yuna. Standing in front of them like you’re about to give an important presentation, you begin, clasping your palms together. “Look, you guys. This is your wedding. Are you really gonna let a single conflict stop you from getting married?”
Yuna’s eyes relaxes as she turns to Jimin and he smiles softly.
“You’re about to spend the rest of your lives with one another,” you resume with conviction, eyes flicking at the two of them. “Isn’t that the most important thing?”
After your speech, Jimin nods vehemently, turning to Yuna and winding his fingers with hers as he realizes that everything you said was correct. “Y/N’s right.”
She places her free hand on top of Jimin’s, nodding. “And you were right too, Jimin. The fight that we had was stupid because at the end of the day, I still really want to get married to you.”
“Me, too. There’s nothing more I want than to spend the rest of my life with you. Don’t forget that we’re doing this for us. We’re not doing this for them.” Jimin gently pushes a strand of hair to the back of Yuna’s ear. “So what if our parents can’t get along? They’re not the one who’s going to get married to you. It’s me.”
Yuna cups his cheek, her eyes laced with adoration and gratefulness. “I love you so much.”
He presses his forehead against hers with eyes fluttered shut. “I love you, too.” After a few seconds, he opens his eyes again and pulls back slightly. “I’m sorry I overreacted and said that we should call the wedding off.”
“I’m sorry too for reacting the way I did. I’m sorry for stressing about our parents,” Yuna returns with her apology.
He smiles. “So we’re okay, yeah?”
“Yeah. We’re okay,” Yuna nods before she dives in to kiss Jimin.
Clearing your throat and feigning a cough, you ask with an oncoming smile at the edges of your mouth, “Ahem. So… is the wedding back on, guys?”
Jimin turns to face you, cheeks blooming as he realizes he got carried away from kissing his fiancée. He nods animatedly. “The wedding’s officially back on.”
Your whole face lights up like a Christmas tree and the betrothed couple are all smiles and giggles when they stare at each other, hand in hand. Yuna begins to ask curiously, changing the subject. “Oh, wait. How was the party last night, babe?”
“I left early and went back home to sleep,” Jimin reveals. “It didn’t feel right without you there.”
She mirrors his pout, saying guiltily, “See, now, I feel bad. I wish I just went home to you last night.”
Jimin rubs the pad of his thumb on the back of her palm as a way to console her. “That’s okay, babe. We both needed to cool down.”
The next minutes are spent with the three of you laughing together, chit chatting about the wedding preparations over coffee that you brewed for them. And when they said their goodbyes and left, leaving you all alone in your apartment, did it finally sink in on you—there’s going to be a wedding in four days.
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Jeon Jungkook should be over that one-night stand already. He should be moving forwards with his life and starting to concentrate on other things like the big event that’s happening in three days. Yet here he is, moving backwards, desperately longing to return to the night he met you.
Now that he thinks about it, if he could have a superpower, he would choose teleportation. He’d bring himself back to that time where he first talked to you so he could bring up any topic that comes to mind and hear your interesting thoughts about it, so he could freely say something stupid or nonsensical and see the sight of your laughter. He’d bring himself to wherever you are now, ask for your real name and your number, text you and give you a call so he can take you out for dinner or to a movie, whatever you want.
That night with you was certainly something else—it was fun, wild, spontaneous and not to mention, hot. He just keeps on replaying that night over and over that when he jerks off, it’s you that’s on his fucking mind.
All he holds in his heart are the words you said and murmured, the details of your smile, your voice and laugh, your honeyed moans and gasps, your pretty face, a piece of your personality. And even if these are the only things that you left in your trail, he’ll make sure to keep it safe.
“Fuck this,” he huffs out in frustration, rising up from the hotel bed that he’s currently in. He feels like he’s going to lose it if he continues to think about you even more so he decides to head downstairs to the gym to blow off some steam.
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You had completely forgotten about the dinner until Yuna reminded you this afternoon—it’s the one with her, Jimin and their best man. You’ve never actually met him before, or any of the groom’s friends and family. You never really had the chance since these couple of months have been so busy that it felt like a whirlwind.
While walking with her to the elevator since you’re going to the hotel’s restaurant together, you decide to ask about lunch yesterday. Her eyes curve up with her lips as she drops the news that it turned out to be great—their parents have started to bond with each other.
She tells you that initially, there were still some awkwardness, some clash of opinions from Jimin’s father and her father but then in the middle of them having the hors d'oeuvres, Mr. Park had mentioned something about poker and it sparked an interesting conversation that led to them making plans. Meanwhile, over steak and wine, the mothers have agreed to go shopping with Yuna when she asked them for advice on what to take for the honeymoon.
When you arrive at the entrance of the restaurant, she scans the inside as she searches for them. “Oh, there they are,” Yuna announces when she spots Jimin and his best man. She points at the middle and you follow the trajectory of her finger.
Calling for their attention, she waves at them when they turn around. The moment your eyes land on the tall, dark-haired guy beside Jimin as you walk towards them, your breath hitches, pupils dilating as though they’ve seen a ghost.
Oh my fucking God. You’ve always thought that the world is small but is it really that small? Your one-night stand and Jimin’s best man—they’re one person. JK is literally Jungkook.
While Yuna and Jimin are busy greeting each other through hugs and kisses, you stare at him who’s dumbfounded and shell-shocked, his reaction written all over his face. Wearing a white shirt underneath a blue denim jacket with a silver watch on his wrist, he looks insanely handsome and neat. Your cheeks feel dangerously warm, reminiscent of the first time you saw him.
“Y/N, I’d like you to meet Jungkook,” Yuna introduces sprightly. “Jungkook, Y/N.”
He barely blinks as he stares at you, face suddenly turning pale. It seems as though he’s having a difficult time restraining his expressions and maintaining composure as he pictures the night you spent together, bodies buried into one another.
Releasing your tightened lips, you shoot Jungkook a smile, extending a hand out. “Hi.”
“Hi,” he greets with a soft register, almost trembling before he clears his throat and gains confidence, shaking your hand with a firm grip. “Nice to meet you, Y/N.”
He went along with your playing dumb act. Good, because you’re not about to reveal to Yuna and Jimin that you’ve already met. Not tonight. And certainly not two days before their wedding.
“We’ve actually wanted to do this for a long time,” Yuna starts just as you’re all snatching up the menu in front of you.
Jimin agrees. “We thought it’d be nice if the best man and the maid of honor could get to know each other before the wedding.”
Yuna says regretfully, “I just wish we could’ve done this sooner instead of two days before the wedding.”
“But we’ve just been so busy,” Jimin continues his fiancée’s sentence. She nods in agreement, pouting apologetically.
You decide to speak first and reassure them, smiling narrowly. “That’s okay, guys. It’s no big deal.”
“What matters is that we’re all here now,” Jungkook adds right away with a huge grin. He arches a brow and glances at you with a single bob of his head before looking at the couple. “Right?”
Yuna and Jimin nods agreeingly and you feign a smile before grabbing your glass of water, your throat suddenly drying up. The conversation between the four of you falls easily during dinner, with all of you occasionally clanking your glasses of champagne.
Over food, you and Jungkook learn more about each other, about the memories you both had with the couple during college. You and him talked as though this is the first time and on the topic of university, you learned that Jungkook’s major was finance. He studied abroad and decided to stay and live in London after graduation. You point out that finance had been your original choice before you settled for film studies. Back then, you chose passion over practicality, much to your mother’s dismay.
He tells you that film studies had actually been his first choice. It was the exact opposite for him—practicality over passion. All because it’s what his parents wanted of him, it’s good for taking over their businesses. When you suggested that he could still do it, he returned with a smile, said that he actually does have plans in the future to go back to studying his passion.
Yuna’s stare flits between Jungkook and you before she eyes Jimin whose lips have curved into a smirk, his brows dancing up mischievously when he meets her stare. It’s as though the gears in their heads have turned and seeds have been planted in their minds.
When you’re all patiently waiting for the third course, Yuna leans in to whisper by your side. “Can you come with me to the ladies’ room please?” Her eyes press their stare on you, widening as she tries to send a girl code to you indirectly and immediately mouthing an imperative ‘now’. When she stands up, you take it as a signal to follow her to the restroom, walking briskly to catch up.
“What are you doing?” Yuna asks once you’ve shut the door close behind you.
“Uh, hello? Jungkook’s flirting with you,” she says instantly in a heartbeat.
“What? No, he’s not.”
“Yes, he is,” she counters, her mouth opening with a grin, eyes laced with bewilderment upon seeing your flustered demeanor. “And you’re totally smitten.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are,” she quips, continuing the rally.
“Oh my God, I’m—I’m not smitten,” you insist, voice lower than usual.
“Why don’t you ask him out?” Yuna suggests frankly.
“You know I’m not into this whole dating thing.”
“That’s what you always say,” she sighs, exasperated.
“Because it’s true.”
Yes, you haven’t gotten him out of your mind ever since that night. And yes, you haven’t been able to stop thinking about the way he kissed you, wrapped you around his embrace, laughed with you and smiled at you through the small conversations in between. But that doesn’t mean anything—it’s probably just one of those caught-up-in-the-moment feelings. It doesn’t mean anything. Right?
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It’s been hours after that dinner and you’re now tossing and turning around your hotel bed, feeling restless. There’s too much on your mind that sleep is way too far from your reach. When you grab your phone from the nightstand, it lights up and reads 1:00 am on the dot.
Feeling like you need fresh air, you push the covers away and slip your shoes on, heading out of your room in your pajamas to visit the rooftop of the hotel, where you know a piece of tranquillity can be achieved.
Finding yourself sitting on the outdoor metal bench, you let your mind relax, letting the stillness of the night embrace you. You try to focus on the little things, on your surroundings. The night sky is clear, speckled with the constellation that shines brightly above. There are a few days left before winter is over, the breeze of the wind starting to turn warm as it kisses your skin. It prickles still, containing the remnants of the past, but it’s bearable.
“Can’t sleep?”
The familiar softness of a voice tickles your reverie. When you return your stare down to Earth, Jungkook stands on the side, the bomber jacket covering his upper body zipped, hands in the pockets of his black joggers. His hair is windswept, some sticking out to the sides, while his fringe is parted, revealing his forehead.
Returning with a nod, he wastes no time to take a seat beside you.
“Me, too,” he admits, prolonging his stare at you. When you meet his eyes, an inexplicable tingling warmth once again dawns inside you, settling into your skin.
Biting on the inside of your lip, you ask consciously, “Why are you looking at me like that?”
Jungkook, embarrassed with his cheeks now tinted with a rosy hue, smooths the back of his head and strays his eyes away from you, shaking his head. “I’m sorry, I just… I still can’t believe it’s you. I thought I’d never see you again.”
“Honestly? Me, too,” you admit, the edges of your lips twitching for a faint smile.
There’s a hefty air of silence that engulfs you two and he decides to glue his gaze up to the sky while you turn to observe the side of his face. It’s odd how earlier you were trying to entertain yourself, finding which star is the brightest from your observance of the night sky. Disregarding moons and celestial bodies, you were scanning and sweeping the entirety of the universe in your field of vision, seeking for which star has the brightest light, only to find it futile because you couldn’t. It seems that your answer is here.
There’s something about the roundness and expressiveness of Jungkook’s eyes that fascinates you. They twinkle whenever he blinks, as though fairies surround him every second and they sprinkle golden dust on his irises. It’s beautiful, the way he gazes at the universe and ruminates on his own thoughts, surrounded by quietness. The sight from your position is calming and peaceful.
Facing forward, you speak again, eyes pointed on the city skyline, on the buildings across the horizon. “Who would’ve thought that our lives would somehow be connected?”
“Just goes to show how small the world really is,” he answers with a relaxed register, looking at you.
He suddenly moves about when he notices you shivering, quickly unzipping his jacket. He transfers his body heat that resided on the inside of the outerwear to you when he gently placed it over your shoulders. “Here.”
Your eyes immediately land on him when you feel the weight on you, uncrossing your arms as you cling on to the collars of his jacket. A thin smile of gratitude is what you send his way before you’re doing what your instinct orders you to do. Scooting closer towards him, you hold up the jacket and nestle it over your backs, hoping it would be enough to cover the two of you.
By giving you his jacket, you knew that he had good intentions and wanted you to feel warm against the sudden harshness of the wind. But it occurred to you that Jungkook would be cold in the aftermath and cold is not a feeling that you want him to feel tonight.
Sharing his jacket was the only solution you could think of and he didn’t complain nor insisted that you have it. Instead, you both settle on being a lot closer to one another, the side of your thighs touching, shoulders nudging, arms side by side like pillars.
Jungkook’s hand wraps around your waist to bring you closer to him, warm on your skin as he protects you and guards you from the nipping breeze. If there’s one thing that you noticed, it’s that his palm never lowers down; it stays still on its spot, his grip secure but gentle.
The combination of your warmth has built a strong enough fire as though you both are camping, watching a bonfire. The blaze of the flame is more than enough to feel rested and comfortable, away from all the cold.
“Don’t you find it fascinating? It’s like fate or something. Some sort of sign from the universe. Do you believe in those kinds of things?” you ask intriguingly, to him and to the vast space.
He lets the seconds whirl by before he responds, a sense of bitterness edging in his voice. “Not really.”
“How come?”
Jungkook sighs deeply, stares back at your penetrative eyes. “Well, because I feel like what brought us together during that night wasn’t fate. It was ourselves.”
“Actually, I think it was that couple who brought us together,” is what you point out as an attempt to be light and funny. This earns you a light chuckle.
“Don’t get me wrong. I’m not disregarding fate or its existence. I just think that I sat next to you that night because I wanted to.” He shakes his head. “Sorry for being negative.”
“No, don’t be,” you reassure him. “You’re entitled to your own opinions.”
“It’s just,” he says, hesitating. At his next intake of breath, he gets the courage to be honest, to open his heart and uncover the burden that had weighed him down in the past. “All my life I felt like I never had a choice. My parents had already mapped out my whole life. They were the ones who decided which school I should go, what course I should take, what my career should be, who should I marry and what age I’d get married. And it was just so fucking tiring to feel so controlled all the time like a puppet.”
“Is that why you were drinking that night?”
From the outlook, one would think that Jungkook is someone who has control on his life and his decisions. But it isn’t the case. With his upbringing and the traditions instilled on him, control is something he had to master, something he had to channel outwardly for his parents’ satisfaction.
He does know how to take control but for the wrong reasons—it’s for the reasons he doesn’t want. He controls the things that his folks expect him to manage. Jungkook does know how to do it but it’s also for front. Because deep down, he is anything but in control. Deep down, he’s someone who has never been able to take the steering wheel and drive his own life. Deep down, it’s what he wants.
He doesn’t want anyone to drive his life for him. He wants to do it himself. And during the night he met you, that was the first step of taking control, of stepping on the gas and going on the route where there would be a lot of right and wrong turns. He doesn’t want to know where he’s going. For the first time in his life, he wants to be spontaneous. Wants to live. Wants to prioritize his own happiness for the sake of his well-being.
“Yeah. I was at Jimin’s parents’ party during that night and all I kept on thinking was how he defied his parents for his own happiness. His courage inspired me that time. Then I got into an argument with my parents because they kept on trying to set me up there so I just told them how I felt and left the party.”
He remembers the occurrence of events that night and it makes him grit his teeth, darting his eyes down to the floor. “At first, I thought that I made a stupid decision but I realized that I did the right thing because I don’t regret it. I chose myself for the first time in my life and it didn’t feel daunting. It felt liberating.”
He looks at you, realizing that he was looking for a cathartic release during that night and somehow, what he found was comfort. He found so much more when he met you. You started out as a stranger to him but you’re much more than that to him now.
“You know, out of us two, you’re the real superhero,” you offer candidly. Your eyes are filled with more admiration and respect for him and all that lives and breathes in you at this moment is hope. Hope that he’s in the direction he wants, hope that he’s happy and that there’s less agony in his mind, heart, body and soul.
Jungkook’s smile never leaves his lips even as he furrows his eyebrows and questions, “Wait, let me get this straight. Jimin and Yuna—they were your mission all along?”
“Yep,” you nod before explaining the context of that night, telling him that the couple encountered a small glitch that made them temporarily call off the wedding.
“Do you realize that there’s a wedding in two days because of you?”
“Well, it’s really because of them and their love for each other,” you counter.
“You should give yourself some credit.”
When you smile at him, he mirrors it. And for a while, you just sit together closely. For a while, you bask in each other’s presence, feeling comforted by the silence and by the thoughts you’d say out loud. And with every grin or laugh that you get to see on his face in between, you’d feel your heart hammer frantically within your chest, alarming you greatly.
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Tomorrow is the wedding. There’s officially less than twenty-four hours left before you have to wake up, get ready to be glammed up, smile for photographs, support the bride with everything, lift the long trail of her veil up whenever she goes, straighten it as she poses for her bridal portraits and be a point of contact to every guest. Less than twenty-four hours left before you go do your maid of honor duties and make sure everything falls smoothly into place. You’ll have to keep the spirits high tomorrow, especially the bride’s because you know that there would be an abundant of nerves and emotions.
The trepidation from imagining how the ceremony would go sizzles inside you. In your mind, there is the inevitable list of things that could go wrong. And although you don’t want to think about it, it still crosses your conscious from time to time. It’s better to think like this because then you could also ponder about your immediate and sensible solutions when faced with those problems.
Lying on your hotel bed, you try to distract your thoughts by watching a movie. When your phone vibrates, you pick it up and read the message from Yuna, asking if you want to go downstairs for a drink.
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“Oh, look. There’s Jimin and Jungkook,” Yuna turns to you with a foxy grin splayed on her lips as you walk further towards the open bar of the restaurant.
Surprise bleeds on your face when you see them sitting on one of the stools. Jimin’s face lights up as he sees the two of you approaching them.
“Hi, beautiful,” the blonde man greets his fiancée, placing a smooch on her cheek before turning to greet you affably.
Yuna flits her gaze between the two men. “What are you guys doing here?”
“We just decided to have some drinks before going to the mini golf room,” Jimin responds casually, peering over Jungkook who just nods. When he meets Yuna’s eyes, he gasps loudly and dramatically. “Oh, no.”
Jungkook’s brows crease. “What’s wrong?”
Jimin sets his glass down and touches Yuna’s forearm. “Sweetie, we forgot that thing that we have to do tonight.”
Her mouth goes agape. “Oh my goodness—yes!”
“What thing?” you ask, folding your arms and perking a brow up.
“We said we were gonna meet Hoseok tonight to talk about the wedding and make sure everything’s okay for tomorrow.”
“Oh, really?” you ask, drawling out the word as you catch on quickly.
“Yes,” they punctuate synchronously, acting as though you haven’t already figured out what they’re trying to pull.
Yuna clasps her hands together, smiling widely at you and Jungkook like there’s a lightbulb above her head. “Wait a minute, why don’t you guys do something together?”
“What a great idea,” Jimin adds, tone and expression obviously rehearsed.
Well, would you look at that. Turns out, you’re not spending this evening with Yuna at all. Those two really wanted to play matchmaker the moment they saw you two talking during that dinner. Especially Yuna. You just knew from the spark in her eyes and from the conversation she had with you that night. God, if only they knew the truth about you and Jungkook. Actually, if they did know, they’d probably be so chuffed about it and continue to match you up.
“I guess this was their plan all along, huh?” you turn to Jungkook after the wily couple bid their goodbyes and left.
Jungkook chuckles, bobbing his head. He offers to buy you a drink and you’re not entirely sure how much time passes because of all the laughter, stories, facts and opinions you’ve both shared with each other once the conversation sparked off.
You talked about the Wandavision episodes that you’ve seen so far, drifting off to the broad cinematic universe of Marvel after. Over cocktails, you and Jungkook discuss who is the most powerful Avenger, to which you fervidly and resolutely answered Scarlet Witch, while he says it’s Thor, contending that he’s a deity.
“Did you not see how she literally made Thanos call for back up during that scene in Endgame?” you maintain your stance passionately.
“Okay, fine,” Jungkook concedes. “But I still think that out of the original Avengers, Thor is the strongest.”
“Oh, there’s no doubt about that,” you nod and wave your hand away, agreeing like it’s a universal fact. “Okay, uh… what about Captain Marvel? Do you think she’s stronger than Thor?”
“Definitely. She could kick his ass easily.”
A bright smile graces your lips at the way he endearingly articulates his words and at the way his eyes excitedly shine. Time seems to cease around you, along with the movements of your surroundings the more you keep on talking to Jungkook like this, the more you get to know him and his personality.
He looks at you with a nervous expression after you both come down from the high of laughter and giggles. He settles his glass down on the counter as though he just drank his courage and clears his throat. “Listen, um… there’s actually something that I’ve been wanting to ask you.”
The beats of your heart sounding like the ticking of a clock, you anticipate with bated breath.
With his round eyes staring at you with sincerity, he bares his feelings and goes for it. “I really like you so… do you maybe wanna go out with me sometime? For like a proper date, I mean.”
It’s then that you decide to stop the ticking, to shut all of the alarms going off in your head. “Don’t,” you say, the word coming out as a mere whisper as your lips tremble. None of this should’ve even happened. It’s not for you. You can’t. You don’t have it in you to go through it.
Pushing yourself off your seat, you’re shaking your head, saying, “I can’t, I’m sorry, I can’t,” in one succession. You run away to rush back to your room, vision bleary from the dampness and hands shuddering from the onslaught of feelings in your chest.
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The bride sits in front of the dresser, lips parted as she bites her fingernails in apprehension. You’re kneeling next to her, trying to calm her nerves, explaining that wedding jitters are common and it’s all just because of the build-up and the anticipation, emphasizing to her that her love for Jimin should prevail against the nerves. You offer support by doing breathing techniques with her, letting her look in front of the mirror as you inhale and exhale together.
She plasters a smile and lets out a huge breath before she starts to babble frantically like a woodpecker. “What if I’m not ready? Am I ready? Do you think I’m ready?”
Over and over, you tell her to take deep breaths with you before you provide your replies, assuring her that she’s more than ready for this. “And also, don’t forget that after the wedding, there’s going to be a honeymoon in Paris,” you remind.
Yuna takes a couple of sharp exhalations as though to exorcise the nerves and jitters brewing inside her intensely. With a new, confident disposition, she is bobbing her head eagerly, holding both of your hands, saying “I think I’m ready” to you but more to herself.
“Fuck yeah. Let’s do this wedding!”
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As you watch your best friend walk down the aisle, an overwhelming bundle of feelings shoots through your veins, making you tear up. She is dazzling with the love that breathes and beats insides her. And when you turn to glance at Jimin, he is smiling even when his emotions streams down his cheeks.
“When I was a little girl, I’ve always wondered if I would ever find my Prince Charming just like in the fairytales,” Yuna commences her proclamation of vows. “And then one night at a work party, I lost a game of pool. As a result, I had to ask the first guy I saw to dance with me. I’ll forever be glad that I lost that game because if I didn’t, I wouldn’t have met you. Jimin, with you, I didn’t just find my prince. I also found my soulmate, my sun, my moon, my angel, my heaven, my earth and my person. I found everything that I’d ever been looking for my whole life.”
“It still feels surreal that I’m right here in front of you saying my vows. It still feels just like yesterday, we were on our first date. As a matter of fact, our first date is something that I will never forget. We were sat outside a café and I was so nervous that I accidentally slammed my ice cream on my nose instead of aiming it on my mouth. But then you took me by surprise when you deliberately smudged your chocolate ice cream on your nose just to make me feel less embarrassed, just to make me feel better. When we laughed for five minutes straight, that’s the moment I said to myself that I wouldn’t mind laughing with this guy for the rest of my life. I want to be silly and weird with him for the rest of my days.”
“Jimin, you are the guy who approaches every cat and dog roaming around in the streets, who laughs so hard to the point where you fall off your chair, who would pout adorably for the rest of the day whenever you lose at games but above it all, you are the guy that I would choose to spend my forever with in every lifetime and in every timeline.”
She attempts to keep her voice steady, but with her tears, it proved impossible not to falter at the preceding words. “I want you to know that if we fight, then we’ll work it out. If there are obstacles on the way, then we’ll jump over it together, we’ll go into battle together. We’ll conquer every trial and we’ll make it work.” She nods and repeats the last few words. “We’ll make it work.”
Her vision watery, she sniffs and breathes through her mouth. It took everything not to rub her eyes and screw her eye make-up. After looking up, she eventually blinked it away and then faced her groom with a grin as she concluded her heartfelt vows.
“Park Jimin, I love you and I promise you that from this day forward, you will never walk alone.”
When you glance to your left and right, everyone is either snuffling or wiping away the corner of their eyes with handkerchiefs and tissues, much like you are. Yuna had let you read the first draft of her vows before and hearing the final, full-length version now is just heart-melting and moving. You have a feeling that Jimin’s would also turn you into an emotional wreck.
He takes a deep breath and begins. “All my life, I was brought up to think that I’m meant to be all sorts of things. They would say, ‘Jimin, you’re going to be CEO,’ ‘Jimin, you’ll take over the family business,’ ‘Jimin, you’re going to marry someone from this family or that family’—it’s all I ever heard. And then one night, I met this incredible and beautiful woman who asked me to dance. We danced and talked for hours until we were the only ones left in the bar and they had to kick us out because it was like four in the morning.”
“Yuna, after going on dates with you and having the opportunity to get to know you and your beautiful soul, I knew you were the one that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I knew you were the one because I didn’t care about what’s meant for me anymore. All I know is that I’m meant to be here. I’m meant to love you, to take care of you, to protect you and to grow old with you. And as I stand in front of you today, I promise that I will always let you have the last piece of mochi. I promise I won’t run away whenever you ask me to clean Yoongi’s litter box. I promise I’ll always be weird and goofy with you and most importantly, I promise that I will love you until my last breath—until the very end.”
Chewing on his bottom lip, Jimin bends his head down as the thick droplets of tears leaks out from his eyes. When he looks up again, Yuna’s hand is there, caressing his cheek and wiping them away for him. He takes another sharp intake of breath, exhaling with a smile.
“My love, I am yours today, tomorrow, forever and always.”
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Tapping the mic twice in front of you that’s perched into the stand, you display your best smile to the audience, hiding the nerves that dares to creep outwards from underneath.
“Hi, everyone,” you begin. “Let me start by talking about rainbows. A rainbow occurs naturally when the Earth is in perfect harmony. There’s a specific combination and balance between sunshine and rain that creates a prism of colors perfectly painted in a semicircle across the sky for everyone to enjoy. It’s not easy to find one but I’d like to think that Yuna and Jimin’s love is like a rainbow. I think that their love brightens and lights up their lives and has a lasting impression on those who witness it. They truly are great individuals. But together, they are unstoppable. Together, they are complete. Yuna and Jimin, you two are exactly where you should be—in each other’s arms.”
“Now a toast,” you propose, raising the glass in your hand. “To love!”
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From the way Jungkook stands in front of the mic, there are no hints of nervousness and edge crossing his face. If there are, then it’s safe to say that he masks it really well. He carries himself confidently, milking all the spotlight that illuminates down on him.
“Good evening, everyone. I hope you’re all enjoying yourselves tonight,” he greets. “For those of you who don’t know, I’m Jungkook. I’m the best man.” He shoots a glance to the couple’s table. “Yuna, you look stunning tonight and I think we can all agree that Jimin won the lottery.”
Giggles erupt at his upbeat tone and Jimin raises his hand and covers his mouth as he throws his head back and laughs, eyes disappearing in his delight. Jungkook pauses for a second, trying to rack his brain for words. Blinking, he slightly shakes his head to swipe some of his fringe away from covering his eyes.
“To be completely honest, when I was thinking about what to say for my speech, I considered sharing funny anecdotes but then I realized that not only would it be embarrassing for Jimin, it’d be for me, too. So instead, I’m going to focus on the smart moves he’s made. Firstly, he chose me as his best man,” he rests his tatted hand on his chest for emphasis. He then glances at Jimin, pointing his finger and winking playfully at his friend. “That’s very clever of him. He has great taste.”
“Next are his friendships, his relationships and rapport with people, his closeness with his family and his dedication to his career—all of which are very smart moves because it shows who he is as a person. But the smartest thing he’s done is grabbing that chance to tell the woman who makes his heart happy how he feels.” He drops his eyes on you briefly with a wistful smile before he stares into the sea of people once more. “The smartest thing that Jimin has ever done is marrying the love of his life.”
The crowd echoes an ‘aww’ as the bride and groom whip their heads to look at one another with radiant smiles before diving for a quick kiss.
“Jimin and Yuna, as you start your new life together, I want you to share your hopes, dreams and fears with one another. Be interested in each other’s personal ambitions and goals. Be weird and goofy together. Be respectful, forgiving and supportive of each other. But most of all, I want you both to be happy and healthy.”
Lifting up the glass on his right hand, he salutes with a gleeful smile, even though this time, it’s one that doesn’t reach his eyes. “With that said, let’s all raise our glasses to the newlyweds!”
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As soon as the hosts announced that it was time for people to gather round on the center to dance, the guests immediately stood up in no time. Families of b