Life Twist 10 | JJK
⏤ banner by the talented and sweet: @archivedkookie ❣
⏤summary ❧ After an enormous loss in your life and breaking a long relationship with your now ex boyfriend, you decided you needed a life twist. So you move into a new country to try restart your life and seek for your happiness. What you weren’t expecting was someone like Jungkook entering into your life as soon as you got to Seoul.
⏤𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 ❧ jungkook x female reader
⏤𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦 ❧ fluff, angst, smut, slow burn, 4 years age gap (reader is JK’s noona)
⏤𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ❧ mature language
⏤𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 ❧ 8.5K+
⏤ author’s note ❧ Angst is here 😔 I hate writing angsty chapters because I feel every emotion written on it honestly. Hope you enjoy reading it!! Please, let me know your thoughts 🙂 your opinions are really valuable for me 🙆
It had been a very long week for Jungkook. Spending most of it prepping the presentation of the new videogame design for his boss, a videogame that it's expected to be one of the biggest in the industry this year.
On the other hand, you had been holding things down at the office - you are sure that you have never been this often at the office since you moved to Seoul -, these last few days you were busy onboarding new employees since you were in the process of starting the supervision of new financial markets in the company therefore more responsibilities and tasks were being added to the team under your supervision.
The only time you'd had to spend with Jungkook was in the night when you'd crawl into bed and after he got cleaned up from working until late hours locked in his office like a caveman. He convinced you to stay this week at his place, that way he'd be able to at least sleep next to you every night. You'd kiss him dreamily, wrap him up safe in your warm arms and fall asleep.
By all rights, you should have been exhausted. You should have been ordering takeout and settling in on the couch to read the entire internet on your phone, your brain totally zombified. Instead, now that work was done for the night, you found yourself very ready to play.
You heard JK come in and drop his shoes in the rack before heading to the fridge for a beer. "Hi, honeeeey, I'm home" he called in the direction of the bedroom, a teasing note in his voice.
You took a little time putting on the final touches, so that when you emerged from behind the door, he had already lost his glasses, rolled up his sleeves and loosened his tie.
Today he had his final presentation, and you already knew that it went beyond great because he texted you earlier letting you know that his boss loved his design from start to end. You weren’t even surprised because he had showed you his designs asking for an “outside” opinion and even if you’re not familiarized that much into the videogame world, you were mesmerized by his talent and he made you feel so proud of him, you just knew his boss had to love it. And what a better way to end this long day than celebrating your 10th month anniversary?
When you finally got out of the bedroom, he was sitting in one of the kitchen chairs, his sweating beer bottle on the table. He looked adorably rumpled and you wasted no more time crossing the room.
"Hey, my favorite designer" you said between kisses. "Happy 10th month anniversary"
His doe eyes looked at you from head to toes, gawking at the sight in front of him. "God, you look so hot, baby" he says while biting his lip and then grabs you from your waist and pulls you in for another deep kiss "Happy 10th month anniversary indeed"
He then hands you a beautiful Jasmine bouquet "I got you your favorites, gorgeous"
"Thank you, baby. I love them" you say giving him a little peck on his lips then stopping for a second "And I love you so much" while smiling at him fondly.
"I love you more, baby"
"There's no way, you know that already"
You both laugh and you immediately change the subject asking, "How was your day?"
"Please" he begged, kissing you again. "Talk to me about anything else, I think I had enough of my work this week"
You smiled and perched yourself on one of his thighs, your arm wrapping around his shoulders as your mouth met his for a deeper, longer kiss that left you breathless.
"Mmmmh" he said, nuzzling his face into your neck. "You, Ms. Y/L/N, are a stunning conversationalist"
"And you, Mr. Jeon, are an incurable smart ass" you answered, pressing your lips lovingly against his hair.
"You like that about me"
"Maybe" you admitted, a little breathily, distracted by what his mouth was doing on your skin. His hand found your knee, slipping just the tiniest bit under the hem of your skirt and you shivered.
His voice sounded slightly surprised and very, very interested as he asked, "Is this silk, baby?"
You wore tights sometimes but rarely pantyhose, so silk stockings were definitely something special. You made a little noise of confirmation and bit your lip as his hand inched up higher, slowly, slowly, until his fingertips brushed the bare skin of your thigh.
"Y/N" he said, his voice all raw desire, his fingers tracing slow circles, and you felt heat rush to your core.
All at once, he was in motion, standing you up and clutching you to him, kissing you intensely and intently as his hands untucked your shirt. You unbuttoned a few of his buttons and helped with some of your own and it seemed like nothing would be fast enough, but somehow both of your shirts were off and Jungkook's palms were running over the skin of your back and you were digging your fingers into his bare shoulders and all the while you were kissing, kissing, kissing.
Eventually, you had to breathe, gasping against his neck as he tugged down the zipper of your skirt and let it fall to the floor. He supported you as you stepped out of the pool of fabric and immediately got to his knees. He tilted his face up to you with a wolfish grin as he put his hands around your hips, tracing the outline of your silky lingerie.
You giggled a little as he trailed his fingers over and under the straps of your garter belt, following them down to the tops of your stockings.
"I just realized I'm wearing red," you said as his lips touched your lower belly, “and black,” you added as his fingers whispered over your knees, "like your su—" You lost your words in a moan as his hands came together to massage one of your calves. He smiled, his lip piercing rasping over you, as his fingers worked their way down to your ankle and skimmed back up lightly, both of you enjoying the whispery sensation.
"Sounds very tasteful" he said amusedly as he repeated his ministrations on your other calf.
You had learned very quickly that letting Jungkook feel his way led to nothing but good things for you. For you both. You were mentally adding to your list of erogenous zones as his warm hands caressed the backs of your knees. He was pressing open-mouthed kisses against your stomach and inching lower as his hands traveled upward over your thighs.
When his fingers bit into the curve of your ass, his tongue moving thick and slow against the slippery fabric between your legs, you swayed, unsteady with desire, clinging to him as best you could.
He was immediately back on his feet, holding you close. "You're a goddess," he whispered into your ear, and you flushed at the memory it surfaced as he kissed you. You moved your hands over his back, down to his delectable ass, the firm feel of him stoking the heat inside even higher, and you reached for his belt, unbuckling, unbuttoning, unzipping.
He finished the job of stripping off his pants and then he was sliding around behind you, and you were putting your hands out to brace against the table. His face was in your hair as he curved his body against your back, bringing his hands around your hips and up over your stomach until he was cupping your breasts.
He worked open the front clasp of your bra and you bit your lip as his fingertips traced over your nipples. You ground back against him and felt a rush of satisfaction when he groaned in pleasure. You tilted your head, letting your hair cascade to one side so he could have proper access to your neck, and he didn't disappoint, his tongue and lips and teeth giving you exactly what you wanted, his hands massaging your breasts and oh pinching your nipples with just the right amount of pressure.
Your hips were still swirling against him, locked in a rhythm you couldn't quite control, and then one of his hands was dipping into your panties and his fingers were sliding wetly, circling your delicious clit. And, God, it took so little time before you were cumming, hard and loud and so, so good. It would almost be embarrassing if you hadn't lost your self-consciousness about the reactions Jungkook could coax from your body long ago.
So, when he slid his fingers inside of you, you moved shamelessly against them, and when he circled your clit again, his pace ridiculously perfect, you let yourself fly over the edge once more, your mouth open in a silent cry, leaning hard against the table.
You tried to catch your breath and couldn't help a laugh. "This was supposed to be special for you" you said, straightening up and turning to face him once your legs were beginning to work again.
He breathed out an amused little huff, raising his eyebrows as he licked his lips. “And is it ever?”
You shook your head at him, smiling. You lifted his hand to your mouth and kissed his top knuckles, your tongue darting out to taste yourself on his skin, swirling around his fingertips while looking him straight in the eyes. He was breathing heavy. “What do you want, baby?” you asked hoarsely.
“Only to make you happy” he whispered. Your heart skipped a beat. Fuck, you love him so much. As if he hadn’t already. In so many ways.
“Well, baby” you said, keeping his hand in yours as you walked to the bedroom, “the only thing that could make me happier is to make you happy."
You pulled his soft Calvin Klein's boxer briefs down and ran your hands over him until he was making delicious little groans. You made him lie back on the bed and you straddled him, after discarding both the bra that was still hanging uselessly from your shoulders and your underwear for good measure. — Honestly you were very grateful to your internet research for advising you to wear them over the garter — because damn you did not want to be fumbling with that right now.
You leaned down to kiss him, cocooning you both in the curtain of your hair, enjoying the way he smiled against your lips. JK was always give give give — it could be difficult to get him to ask for anything for himself. And with the experience that you gained with him over the last few months you could easily guess, but you wanted to encourage him to say it sometimes.
You worked your way along his jaw, scraped your teeth over his earlobe and sucked it into your mouth as he sighed. You kissed his neck and whispered, "Tell me what you want, Kook"
And apparently, you had made him just a little desperate, because this time his response was immediate.
"To be inside you" he murmured, running his hands down your thighs, "while you're wearing this" A fresh wave of heat rushed to your belly. Good God, he could easily make you cum just with his words, he makes you go crazy in a matter of seconds.
"Now we're getting somewhere" you smiled.
You rocked back to sit up, bracing your hands on his chest as you moved your hips over him, letting him feel the slick heat of you against him. He pushed up to increase the friction and you hummed with pleasure.
When you thought you'd made him wait long enough, you let him steady you as you guided him inside, slowly, inch by inch. Your breath caught at the feel of him — and you couldn’t deny there was something especially hot about being a little dressed up for him, too.
You were sitting still on top of him, just enjoying him deep inside, and it was driving him slightly wild, his breathing full of hitches, his tongue wetting the corner of his mouth, his hands sliding down from your hips to tug playfully at your garter straps.
Finally, even you couldn't take it anymore, and you began to move, spurred on by the throaty sounds he was making, until you were matching the rhythm of the chorus in your head. Kook Kook Kook. You loved watching his face, seeing the effect you had on him as his composure slipped, but your eyes slid closed as you began building toward a peak. He felt so damn good, and he was touching you just right and it was just — it was just too goddamn much, and the world went white-hot and starry with bliss.
And then he was flipping you over carefully so he could fuck you hard into the mattress and you thrilled, wrapping your legs around him, running your silky stockings over his skin, digging into his back with your fingernails until he was cumming, too, gorgeous, and gruff and sexy as hell.
“Fuck, that was amazing” he said falling by your side and peppering your shoulder and neck with his kisses.
“As always” you said smiling at him, you felt as if you were high.
“I love you so much, baby”
“I love you even more, Kook” you said before both of you, exhausted, entered into dream land.
Sunlight was creeping around the curtains.
You blinked your eyes to clear them and saw Jungkook sleeping on his side next to you, facing away. You thought the little nap you'd snuck yesterday in would have been enough to allow you to stay up all night — playing all night long with Jungkook was your favorite activity and of course by ‘playing’ you mean, fucking —, but the exhaustion must've finally caught up to you and by the looks of it, it also had hit him too.
You felt a little guilty when you realized you had been completely hogging the blankets. JK was covered only by the sheet, and it had slipped down low enough to reveal not only the sleek muscles of his back but the beginnings of the swell of his ass.
And, damn, he was breathtaking.
Before Jungkook, you had never really understood just how sublime the physical could be. You had been in good shape throughout your life, you knew there was some joy in training your body, working up a sweat, making the shot. You'd never considered yourself prudish. But JK took things to a whole different level.
And it wasn't just his body, though it was the most beautiful you'd ever seen, of any gender. The sight of him made you understand why sculptors chiseled monuments in marble — that ass needed to be preserved for future generations. Not that it would ever compare to the real thing.
It was the way he moved that got to you the most. Always had. The way his tattooed hands moved, the way his tongue slid over his lips. The glide of his muscles as he punched and kicked and jumped whenever he was boxing or training. The way they flexed and stretched under your hands as you made love.
And, damn, now you really wanted to touch him. But you knew he was drained from all the work he had put on his presentation and finally he was done with it, he desperately needed rest after the week he'd had.
With a sigh of reluctant determination, you rolled over to face the other direction, burrowing down into the covers and trying to calm yourself down.
All too soon, though, the bed was moving as JK shifted and rolled over. A tiny smile turned up the corners of your lips as his welcome warmth pressed against your back.
"Your impure thoughts are making it a little hard to sleep, baby" he whispered in your ear, his voice drowsy. His hand started a lazy journey, finding your body bare beneath your t-shirt — well, actually, his oversized t-shirt that you’ve declared as yours a few months ago —, his fingers splaying wide over your stomach.
"You're a mind reader now, too?" you asked. You were impressed at how smoothly your voice came out, given how your body was responding so ardently to his touch. You arched back and felt him hard against your backside — Fuck, he’s gonna be the dead of me —. You clearly weren't the only one entertaining impure thoughts.
"I have my ways" he said smugly, his hand continuing to roam, his fingers finally sliding down and into the wetness between your thighs. You inhaled sharply, your eyes closing and your toes curling.
It was the way he moved that always got to you the most.
Once he had you practically whimpering, he murmured, "What do you want, baby?"
"You" you panted. "Just...you."
He let out a groan that was almost a growl and adjusted both of your positions so that he could slip inside of you. You moved together in a way that was unhurried and rich with sensation, the sun warm and the sheets slippery around you.
Both your heart and your body were full of him, and when you came, it was a gentle hum, a long slow wave that made you smile. Jungkook gripped you tightly as he followed.
“Just so you know, you can have what you want at any time” he said into your hair as he caught his breath.
“Be careful, Jeon. I’ll hold you to that”
He laughed. “Sounds like we’re both going to get what we want, then baby”
You wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Hey Y/N. Haven’t seen you in a while” you hear a familiar voice from behind you while you were busy starting your warmup exercises.
“Oh! Hi Ethan” you say once you spot him near you “Yeah, work has been kicking my ass lately, so I wasn’t able to make time to come to the gym”
“Sorry to hear that” he says offering you a smile “So, I take it now things are calmer at your job?”
“Yeah, thank God it is quite calmer, I think I’ll be able to be normal for a few months” you say chuckling “There’s always some periods where it gets crazy but I’m a little used to it by now” you explain yourself while Ethan hears you carefully.
He nods at you and say “I haven’t seen your boyfriend either these past weeks”
He never mentioned Jungkook before. That’s weird. Is he trying to subliminally ask if you are still with JK? Though Ethan never made a move on you – despite what Jungkook might say – you’re careful enough to not give him any type of hope, you maintain a short conversation from time to time and continue with your workout routine. That’s all. You don’t want to create any confusion here and you made clear that you have a boyfriend and so did Jungkook when he kissed you in front of Ethan.
“He’s been pretty busy with work too so he has been working out at his place lately, but he should be here in a few minutes probably”
“Oh, cool”
Are you sensing disappointment on his tone? Okay, this is starting to get a little uncomfortable, you should end the conversation now.
“Um, I think I’ll start with the treadmill today. It was nice talking to you, Ethan” you say and walk over to the treadmills area after waving politely at Ethan who responded a simple “Sure, see you Y/N” while smiling at you.
Just when you were about to start your exercise, Jungkook arrived with furrowed eyebrows after seeing the little interaction between Ethan and you.
That guy is always near you. Why does he have to be always around? - he thinks to himself -.
Once you spot JK coming your way, your face brightens, and you almost run towards him. You put your arms around his neck and kiss him deeply.
He hums in delight “Mmmh, someone missed me”
“I did” you look at him with puppy eyes and ask while pouting “Did you not miss me?”
“I would have to be damn crazy to not miss you, gorgeous”
You start giggling at his words. Butterflies setting free on your belly as usual.
“Though, I see I’m not the only one that missed you” he says with a certain tone that you don’t really like.
“What do you mean?” you ask with furrowed eyebrows.
“Ethan”
“Jungkook we’ve been through this a hundred times. He just came up to me to say hi and we had a small talk, nothing important”
“Come on, noona. You really can’t be that naive”
“I’m not naive” you cross your arms and Jungkook already gulps knowing that he might have said the wrong thing, as usual his impulsiveness winning over him. “We just talked, and he didn’t say anything out of line, like every other time that we talked. Could you please trust me? I don’t want to have this talk over and over”
“I trust you, baby. I’m sorry. I love you, you know that, right?”
You nod and respond “I love you too” while he grabs you by the waist and gives you a little peck on the lips.
A few minutes later and not too far from where you were exercising, you didn’t even realize that Ethan couldn’t get his eyes off you. Well, is not like you could see him from the treadmill area, there was plenty gym equipment between you two, and you were totally absorbed having a talk with your boyfriend about how both of your days went.
“God, she wants you so bad” suddenly a feminine voice wakes up Ethan from his trance.
“Huh?” he says and as soon as he sees the source of the voice he continues “Oh. It’s you. I thought you were frequenting another gym”
“I do, depending on the location that my dad is currently working. You know the drill” says Lina before continuing “Anyways, as I was telling you before, Y/N wants you, Ethan”
“How the hell would you know?”
“I know her. I’m a friend of hers”
“You are? I never saw you talking to her”
“I haven’t seen Y/N in a while, but I know her enough. I can give you some advice to get her to be all yours” says Lina smiling and putting the best of her actings “Though I don’t think you have to work a lot for that, she just likes to play hard to get, if you know what I mean?”
“She does? She didn’t strike me as that kind of girl. Plus, she has a boyfriend” he says pointing towards Jungkook that’s right beside you.
“Please, since when you’re the jealous type?”
“You’re right about that, if she doesn’t care I really don’t give a fuck about him” confesses Ethan “And she’s so fine, I can’t wait to fuck her”.
“Trust me, I know exactly what you have to do to accomplish that” says Lina with a mischievous smile.
Meanwhile, Jungkook and you were in your little world, without imagining that only a few meters away, Lina was planning how to wreck you both apart.
Is your love for each other strong enough to survive the tsunami that Lina was about to unleash upon yourselves?
Emma had chosen Aria, her sister, a college friend, and you to be her bridesmaids. Her sister being the maid of honor.
Joey had chosen Namjoon, his brother, Jungkook and Hobi to be his groomsmen. Namjoon being his best man. You were happy that Jungkook was one of the groomsmen, he’ll be your partner in crime at the wedding too.
You find yourself salivating every time you imagine him on whatever the suit is for the occasion. Emma told you she was in love of the suits she chose for the groomsmen and that they all were going to look like proper models. Though, Jungkook looks like a model even when he’s just wearing simple t-shirt and sweatpants.
You kept thinking to yourself that even if you haven’t known each other for ages, Emma and Aria had become one of your closest friends in these past months, you would see each other at least once a week to catch up on what’s going on with your lives and you would also be super active on your group chat sharing memes and stupid news that you saw on the internet that made you all laugh.
Today was an important day for all of you, especially for Emma. You had a fitting of Emma’s wedding dress. It almost has her in tears.
“It’s so beautiful” she says, standing at the pedestal and staring at her reflection in the mirror. Tears prick the backs of her eyes as she takes in the entire dress. It sits perfectly on her body, comfortable and not restrictive in the slightest, which she is thankful for.
It’s a blush pink color, the upper bodice sits flush against her body, sewn with hand embroidered flowers all over it. The flowers flow down to the skirt of the dress, which flares out from her upper hips. There’s intricate embroidery along the bottom of the dress as well that just brings the entire thing together.
Emma is absolutely in love with it.
“Wow, what a beautiful bride!” you exclaim as you exit your own changing room.
Emma catches your gaze in the mirrors that she stands in front of. “Oh my God, Y/N! You look fantastic!”
You grin and gesture to the aubergine-colored dress you’re wearing. “This old thing?” you tease her for a moment. “I’m glad it’s something that looks this good and is comfy too. I’d never forgive you if you put me in something as ridiculous as a Princess Leia inspired dress”
Emma rolls her eyes affectionately and chuckles. “I’d never do that to you, I can’t believe that your last time being a bridesmaid was in a Star Wars themed wedding, God I would have paid to see the photos of that wedding” you both laugh like idiots and Emma continues “Besides, all of the bridesmaids are matching”
“All jokes aside, I really love the choice you did with the bridesmaid dresses, and your dress is just stunning, Emma”
“Stop it! Lately I’ve been so emotional over the wedding, I’ll start crying if you keep talking”
“I’m just stating the truth, sweetie”
Emma smiles at you and then she says “I don’t know why but I have this feeling that you’ll be the next one standing over this pedestal trying on wedding dresses”
You choke on your own saliva while Emma snickers at your nervous behavior “Where’s the champagne? I need a drink” you say, looking around, acting like she didn’t say nothing — not that you didn’t think on going down that road with Jungkook, but it’s still a pretty early stage of your relationship — “And where’s Aria? I thought she’d be in her dress by now.”
“It was still too big on her” Emma replies, turning her gaze back to her reflection. She can’t stop touching the dress. It’s just wonderful. “So, she’s getting it altered with the tailor in the other room.”
“More champagne, ladies?” Arin, the shop assistant asks. She’s carrying a tray with three champagne glasses on it.
“Leave the bottle, please” you say with a grin. Arin nods and sets the tray down. She returns a moment later with the bottle and sets it down on the tray, too. You chug one glass and refill it before bringing a fresh one over to Emma.
“Well. What do you think?” she asks, accepting the glass from you. “Am I ready to get married?”
“I’d say so, yeah” you reply. “You look fit as fuck, sweetie I’ve to say it. Like a princess, too.”
Emma beams. “That was the goal”
“I have to pee, the champagne is doing its effect pretty quickly, back in a few” you say chuckling. You disappear, leaving Emma standing on the little platform in front of the mirror.
She bites her lip, turning her body from side to side as she takes in the dress yet again. She feels like her entire relationship with Joey has been leading up to this very moment. And she can’t wait.
Soon, she will legally be Joey’s wife. That prospect excites her so much. She’s absolutely giddy at the thought.
They’re getting married soon and there are still a lot of things left to do before the wedding can take place which all of the bridesmaids are helping as much as possible, including you.
One of those things left to do is getting Aria’s bridesmaid dress altered properly so that she can wear it.
Emma turns as she catches sight of Aria in the reflection of the mirror. She grins when Aria stops short and just gapes at her.
“Emma” she breathes. “Holy fuck!”
Emma beams once again. “I know, right?”
“Joey is going to die when he sees you” Aria says. “God, you look like a fairy tale princess.”
Emma can’t stop smiling. “I never want to take this dress off”
“I’m not surprised. You look amazing.”
“Thank you” Emma says. “You look fantastic, too. I’m so glad that your dress finally fits you!”
Aria gives her a small smile. “It’s not my fault I don’t have hips, or tits, and no bum. It hung on me like a potato sack for ages, but it finally fits”
Emma steps down off the platform and closes the distance between them. “You look beautiful. I’m so glad we chose two shades of purple to have the bridesmaids in. Because this lilac-color really brings out your eyes”
Aria ducks her head, blushing.
“Holy fuck!” you exclaim as you appear.
“Tell me how pretty I am” says Aria
“Ari, you know that you look spectacular” you say.
Emma is so happy with all the dresses; they definitely are the ones. “Good.” She then lets out a huge sigh. “I guess I had better take this off then. Next week my sister and Andy will be in Seoul, so they’ll be able to try out the dresses too”.
Andy is Emma’s college friend, both Emma’s sister and Andy live in London — where Emma and Joey are originally from — so, there’s a few maid of honor tasks that both Aria and you have been fulfilling in order for the wedding to come up perfectly because it was almost impossible for her sister to come earlier to Seoul and handle everything by herself.
“Such a hardship” Aria teases.
“For that you get no champagne” Emma says, poking her tongue out at her friend. She grabs her glass and has a long sip, keeping her gaze on you and Aria the entire time. “Wow, you really needed that drink, don’t you?” Aria teases once again.
“Getting married is stressful as fuck, I always feel like a need a drink” and you all laugh in unison.
Once you’re all out of the dresses and are in your everyday clothes again, Emma feels decidedly less like a princess, and more like someone who is on the verge of being very tipsy if she isn’t careful.
She isn’t careful. She has another glass of champagne just because she can.
“I love you both so much” Emma says when you stop on the floor of your apartment. Emma leans heavily on the wall next to your front door and pats at your arm. “Thank you for letting me keep my dress here. I don’t want Joey to see it before the big day”
“Of course, sweetie” you say as you unlock the door. “That’s what friends are for.”
“You guys are the besht. Besht. Besht. Beshtest?” she furrows her brow, confused.
“You’re so drunk” you say, sounding amused. “This is great”
“I am not” Emma protests. She sways a little on the spot as she pushes off the wall. “But I do need to sit down”
You lead Emma into your flat with the help of Aria, holding her hand the entire time until Emma is sitting down on your sofa. She pats at the soft cushions and smiles.
“How much did you have to drink?” Aria asks snickering at her friend. She presses a glass of water into Emma’s hand and orders her to drink.
Emma holds up three fingers. Then the other two. And giggles. She sips at her water, trying her very hardest not to dribble, or to spill any on herself. Or the sofa. Which is so soft. How has she not noticed how soft this sofa is before?
“Yes, we get it, you like my sofa” you say. Emma looks up at you, confused. “You said that out loud” you explain to your drunk friend.
“Oops” Emma giggles. She puts her glass down on the coffee table with as much care as she can.
“Get some rest, Emma” you say, patting Emma’s hand. Emma pats your hand, too. That seems like fun. — Your hands are surprisingly soft, thinks Emma to herself— “Your hands feel like porcelain, Y/N” she says out of nowhere.
“That’s your own hand you’re patting, Emma” you say, showing Emma your own hands. “That champagne must’ve had more alcohol in it than I thought.”
Emma nods and tips over on the sofa, giggling as its softness touches her cheek. In a few minutes she’s snoring, and you and Aria can’t help but to laugh.
You prepare coffee for yourselves and sit over your balcony so Emma can sleep quietly, and you both could have a nice chit chat meanwhile.
“So, how was the celebration of the 10th month anniversary?” asks Aria once you hand her the mug.
“Oh, perfect, spectacular, marvelous. And so, so hot” you beam at the memory of that amazing night last week with your boyfriend.
“I mean, when you sent us the picture of the lingerie you bought for the occasion it was pretty damn hard not to think it was going to be a steamy night” she said chuckling.
“It was amazing, though we were so tired that we didn’t last that long” you giggle “But we did have fun for a few hours”
“A few hours? What is supposed to mean ‘last long’ for you two? God you two must be beasts on the bed”
“Actually, he’s the beast but he’s so fucking hot that it makes impossible not to want to fuck him all night long”
“Oh my God, Y/N. You’re salivating, stop it!”
“Sorry, it seems like I do that a lot. Chris always scolds me for drooling over Jungkook”
Aria giggles. “Talking about Chris, how is he doing with…? Irene was it her name?”
You nod at her and say “He’s happy, I’ve met her a few times at Chris’s place and she’s really sweet honestly. I think you’ll love her when you meet her”
“I’m so happy for him. But I really want to meet her, I’m curious finally someone snatched Chris’s heart, that’s not an easy task”
You smile thinking about your best friend and remembering the day when he told you that he had asked Irene to be his girlfriend and that she had said yes. He was so excited, he looked like a little kid.
“Not an easy task at all. But I can see a mile away that she loves him a lot and seeing him this happy it’s comforting, he deserves someone like her. I’m sure you’ll meet her at the wedding. Knowing Chris, he’s just taking things slow with her, that’s why you all haven’t met her yet”
“You know, you’re such a good friend. I always meant to tell you this, the way you care about Chris and all of us — not only JK —, you irradiate so much love to the ones around you, Y/N”
“Jeez, are you trying to get me emotional?” you say feeling your heart getting too warm to the point that your eyes might start watering. “I think Emma’s sensibility is getting contagious”
Aria smiles at you and says “It’s the truth, sweetie”
“Thank you but you give me too much credit. You have been all so amazing with me since the very beginning, me caring about all of you this much is just me trying to return some of the love you all have been showering me with”
She smiles at you fondly and you engulf in a tight hug until you hear a “Hey – I want a hug too” coming from your sofa and you both laugh at Emma’s drunk ass.
You were almost done getting ready to go over to JK’s apartment when your doorbell rang, you had texted him a few minutes ago letting him know that you’re on your way.
Once you open the door, your eyebrows furrow at the sight in front of you. Ethan.
He doesn’t even give you time to ask him how the hell is he at your doorstep when you never gave him your address. His strong arms pulled you towards his body and his hands quickly cupped your face crashing his lips on yours.
Your eyes widened. You didn’t understand what is happening right now. Has he lost his mind? You react pretty fast despite your initial shock and pull him away from you. His arms go to your waist, holding you close to him, and you try to take his hands off you but fail miserably.
“What the fuck is your problem?” you almost scream while cleaning any trace of his saliva out of your lips with the back of your hand.
“I was told you liked to play hard to get. Don’t worry I can’t handle you, doll”
“Doll? Are you crazy, Ethan? I’m not playing a- “
You get shut up by his lips on yours once again. He’s touching your body and you feel disgusted. He’s clearly stronger than you and you’re scared what he might do because this is not the innocent and shy guy you used to talk at the gym, it’s like he’s an entirely different person.
You somehow manage to push him away and you look around trying to grab something to hit him and take him out of your apartment, there’s nothing you could possible grab quickly so as soon as you see him taking steps closer to you again, you gather all your strength and punch his face with a left jab – just like Jungkook had taught you when you told him you were curious about boxing – though you might have done it wrong because as soon as your fist landed on his face, you felt a crack on your hand and an intense stinging pain.
“What the fuck?” groaned Ethan while putting his hands on his face – as if he was the one shocked -, his nose was bleeding profusely
“You better get the fucking out of my apartment Ethan, or I swear to God I’ll scream bloody murder for someone to call the police”
Ethan gives you a last look – he looks genuinely shocked, is he for real? He’s the one surprised? He’s definitely crazy - before stepping out from your apartment mumbling what you think was a “Fuck – this hurts”
As soon as he was out of your apartment you quickly closed the door, making sure to put every lock on it. You sit against the door unable to understand what the fuck has just happened, your heart is beating so fast that you feel it’s gonna rip out of your rib cage in any moment, your hand is throbbing so bad that it’s almost unbearable, and the pain is increasing by the second.
You need to get to the doctor ASAP, but first you need to know how the hell did Ethan know where you lived, and you could only think of one person to help you with this.
You grabbed your bag and peep to see if there’s any signs of Ethan outside. No one is there. Great. Time to go out.
“Hey Y/N! I wasn’t expecti- “
Jackson cuts his own words when he sees your distress face and that you’re holding your left hand with help of the right one, it’s clear that you’ve somehow injured. At this point, your left hand starts to feel numb, the pain not going away at all. “What happened?”
“Are you okay?” asks Amy by his side and worried as well
“Ethan happened” you respond to Jackson and then you look towards Amy “Honestly I’m not okay, my hand is aching like a bitch”
“What? He did this to you?” says Jackson surprised – you can’t blame him; you were as surprised as him with Ethan’s behavior – and you just shake your head “I kinda did this to myself when I punched him in the face”
Jackson’s face has a question mark drawn all over it by now and you continue talking while sighing “That’s why I’m here. Jackson, is there any way that he could possibly had access to my information? I never gave him my address to begin with but somehow, he ended up at my doorstep”
“He shouldn’t have, it’s illegal to pull confidential information about the clients, but I guess that’s possible if he somehow got to Amy’s computer” says Jackson turning his head towards an outraged Amy and now speaking to her “Check when the last time is that someone accessed Y/N’s information and we’ll check the cameras to see who it was”
“On it” says Amy turning her body quickly towards the computer.
Jackson takes a few steps closer to you and softly grabs your left hand. You hiss and he mumbles a soft “Sorry”. After checking it, he says “I’m no doctor but it’s possible that you broke your hand, it’s already swealing up too much, you need to go to the hospital right now. You want me to go with you or maybe I can call JK?”
“Don’t worry about it, the hospital is near JK’s house, I’ll go over to his place and then to the doctor”
“Okay. Listen, I’ll talk to my boss about this, even if we found out that Ethan wasn’t the one to pull your information, I’ll make sure that his access to the gym gets revoked, so you don’t have to deal with him here anymore”
“Thank you so much Jackson, I’ll get going”
You exchanged greetings with Amy who was still checking the information from the computer. You had called an Uber a few minutes ago and Jackson offered to walk you out to the car – just to be safe he said -, even though you don’t think that Ethan is going to show up but then again, you never thought that he could be capable of showing up at your place and trying to force you into kissing him.
“I’ll let you know once we found out if someone pulled the information from our data base”
You nod at him and give him a quick hug before he shuts the car’s door of your Uber. You need to see your boyfriend right now.
Anger is all he can feel. He’s seeing red. He feels like a fool, like an idiot. Once again, seems like history is re-repeating. Always the same ending.
His doorbell rings announcing you’re here. He exhales trying to compose himself and he goes towards the entrance to open the door.
You sigh at the sight of your boyfriend. Finally.
“Hi baby. Sorry I took long to get here”
He scoffs while turning away and walking towards his living room without giving you a kiss “Yeah, I’m pretty sure what had you busy”
You follow his steps sensing his weird behavior “Is there something wrong?” you ask with furrowed eyebrows
“I don’t know, Y/N” says Jungkook with an unrecognizable tone. He proceeds to grab his phone and shove the screen right up your face surprising you “You tell me”
Pictures of Ethan kissing you. You only got a glimpse of the screen and saw that an unknown number had sent him the pictures along with a message saying, “You should know that your little girlfriend has been having fun for a while with Ethan”.
You froze in place. Your mind was spiraling. Was it all orchestrated by Ethan and someone else?
“I can explain it”
“Explain what? That you’re just the same as Lina and my ex? That you’re a slut? That you’ve been cheating on me? The guy is at your place, at your fucking apartment, Y/N! Since when has these been going on, huh? How many more beds have you been jumping on?” he screams at you.
You feel a pang in your chest. As if he’s taking your heart with his hand and slowly squeezing it. He’s spitting venom. You don’t even recognize him anymore. You don’t even think when your right-hand slaps him right on the face to stop him talking shit about you.
Tears are falling nonstop from your eyes when Jungkook turns to look at you with his eyes wide open. Did you really slap him?
He knows he went too far, while he was spitting all his venom on you, he saw how your face twisted in pain, but he’s fucking angry, and he can’t stop repeating in his mind that fucking image of Ethan and you kissing each other.
“Is that what you think about me after 10 fucking months together? After I confided to you how much it fucked me up that my dad cheated on my mum?”
He stays silent for a bit, probably unsure what to say.
“You see this?” You lift your left hand with all the pain stinging right through you, your hand is swelled up to its maximum now and Jungkook’s eyes almost pop out of his head seeing you injured, he instinctively steps closer to grab it and you take a step back “This is what happened after Ethan barged in my place and kissed me out of nowhere. I punched his face so hard that I probably broke something in my hand. But I guess no one sent you that picture, huh?”
Jungkook is frozen. He immediately forgets all of the anger he felt two seconds ago and just looks at you with big, scared eyes while your words slowly sink in and realizes he made a terrible mistake. He’s about to speak but you cut him off before he can say anything.
“It took longer to me to get here because I went to the gym to talk to Jackson because it’s the only place where Ethan could have pulled my address information, I never gave it to him”
He fucked up. Big time. He was so absorbed in the discussion but as soon as you explained what happened it feels like all energy is sucked out of him.
“But hey - good thing now I know what you really think about me”
“Baby, I-I’m- “. His voice sounding a little shaky. He starts to tear up all of the sudden.
“Don’t, Jungkook” you cut him off once again “You do realize that when I saw Lina kissing you at that night club you weren’t even my boyfriend, but I had let you explain what did really happen that night and I fucking believed you. We have been together for almost a year, and you didn’t even let me talk, you just figured out that what makes sense it’s that I’m…” you gulp, and more tears fall on your cheeks before continuing “…a slut”
Jungkook looks at you defeated with watery eyes before more tears start to slip from his eyes and he hastily wipes them away.
“I’m so s-sorry baby I wasn’t thinking clearly, it was an impulse. I-I was so angry an-“
“Save it. I’m done” you say with the coldest tone ever. He steps closer to you wanting to hug you and you shake your head and lift your right hand stopping him before the most painful words that you’ve ever said come out of your lips “I’m breaking up with you”
“What? No, d-don’t say that, you don’t mean it”
“I mean every part of it. I’m done with you, Jungkook. And I’m done with us”
“N-no, please baby, let’s talk this through”
“Talk? You already made it pretty clear what you think about me. You don’t trust me; you never did, and I fucking knew it all this time. If you did trust me, you would have listened my explanation and not just assume that I was cheating on you”
You begin to turn your heels to leave the apartment when Jungkook suddenly stops you and hugs your body.
“Let go of me, Jungkook”
“N-no”
“Let-me-go” you beg – even if you feel how your heart is breaking slowly – “You’re making it so hard for me to leave—” you cry in his arms and he feels like shit, he feels like an asshole for making you suffer, he can’t stand seeing you like this.
“Then don’t leave. Stay” he softly says cupping your face, but you can’t even look him in the eyes. Not after hearing all the shit that he said about you, you can’t see him the same way you did before.
With your only good hand you grab his and remove it from your face. You take some steps away from him and say “It’s not going to work out. I know because I’ve gone through this before. I’m doing us a favor”
He bursts crying even more. His body spasming. He is hurting. You both are.
You love him so deeply that you’re feeling like all the air is being sucked from your lungs, but you also know where your boundaries are settled. You have been through this in previous experiences, and you don’t want to repeat your mistakes. Did he ever love you? How could you say such things to someone you love? – your mind is definitely ruining you.
Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase, a simple fight can turn into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain.
Your heart is scattered all over the place. You don’t even know how you’ll be able to pick up the pieces or if it’s going to be possible at all to even reassemble it.
“Don’t do this, please. I love you Y/N” he pleads hoping that you believe his words, that you see how hopelessly in love he is because he really means every word he said. But your next words feel like a stab right through his heart.
“I don’t think you know what loving someone means”
With that being said, you turned your heels and walked out of Jungkook’s apartment.
The moment you step out of it, he broke crying on his knees. He knew it the moment he saw your eyes full of tears, he knew it when you said you were breaking up with him.
He knew he had lost you.
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