Again, another banner made by yours truly.
But this little baby has been in my wips for probably two and half years so please take it easy if you notice a change in writing style.
But I hope you enjoy it regardless!
Pairing: Jeon Jungkook X Reader
Genre: College!AU, Theatre!AU, Romance, Smut.
Warnings: Profanity, drunken escapades (not like bad, kookie just drinks and is a little disorderly), smut in the forms of: Oral (f receiving), protected sex (it's possible in my writing), dirty talk, Sir usage, Dom!Jungkook, Sub!Reader, Virgin!Reader, Fuckboy jungkook. (If I forgot anything please let me know!)
Words: 20.7k (Haha, I can do it you see).
“For the final project of this class, the entire theatre class will be putting on a production of the classic Shakespearean play, The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet. You will be graded on your performance and cooperation with fellow classmates. As well as your delivery of your lines and dedication to the role,” your teacher droned on.
This was what you had been waiting for since the semester began. Seeing as how you were one of the few Performing Arts majors in the class. The only other one being your friend Taehyung, who was equally excited at the announcement. The rest of the class groaned in annoyance. The thought of having to be in a play in a drama class somehow putting them off.
“Now, we’ve placed all the male roles into one hat and the female roles in another hat. My TA’s will be coming around and you will be selecting your roles at random. No switching, I’ll know if you do. Rina, Jin, please pass out the roles and take yours as well,” Mrs. Abernathy announced.
“Who do you want to get?” Taehyung asked as everyone began selecting their roles.
“Probably Lady Capulet or someone like that. There aren’t that many large roles, for females anyways. I’d die if I was Nurse or someone like that,” you joked.
“I’d like to be Mercutio or Benvolio, one of the Montagues,” Taehyung mused. You nodded in agreement. Taehyung would suit either role he suggested. He had a very youthful air to him on stage, perhaps he would fit Mercutio the best.
When the last of the characters were being passed out, a large bang came from the door. Mrs. Abernathy rolled her eyes and stood from the front of the stage to the doors. The push handle clanged awkwardly as the aged wood revealed Jeon Jungkook. Resident fuck boy and religious party goer.
He actually showed up today, imagine that. Perhaps the idea of failing the class finally sunk into his thick, coconut skull.
“Dude looks like he had sex with a tornado,” Taehyung commented as he took his role from the hat.
“The bigger University on the other side of town had a massive party last night, what else did you expect from the Jeon Jungkook?” you teased. Taehyung snickered and Jungkook gave a lazy smile to Mrs. Abernathy as he no doubt tried to charm his way out of another knock to his participation grade.
“Dude! I got Benvolio, sick,” Taehyung smiled brightly.
“That’s awesome, you’re gonna do amazing,” you grinned, smacking his shoulder.
“Y/N, you have to pick a name,” Rina said, holding the hat out to you.
“Well there’s only one piece left so, let’s hope for the best,” you said, reaching your hand in.
Jin had made his way over to Jungkook and held out the scrap of paper towards him. “It’s your role,” he explained.
“Role for what?”
You scoffed and Jungkook turned his attention to you.
“Our final grade. We have to put on a performance of the Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet,” you chastised.
“Oh shit, that blows,” he announced. A few classmates laughed, but most just remained silent.
“Mr. Jeon, you’ve already disrupted us with your tardiness. Snide remarks aside, why don’t you tell the class who you’ll be portraying?”
Jungkook took the paper Jin handed to him and he unraveled it slowly.
You were going to laugh if it said Peter or Tybalt. Both roles suited him perfectly.
“The role, Mr. Jeon?”
“Romeo Montague,” he said.
The whole room went deathly quiet.
“Are you fucking kidding me? A part of our grade rests on that fucker?” Taehyung whispered to you.
“I feel bad for the girl who has to play Juliet,” you said. Taehyung nodded in agreement.
“Well congratulations, Mr. Jeon. You have the honor of playing one of our famous star crossed lovers. Would the young lady portraying Juliet please raise her hand?” Mrs. Abernathy scanned the crowd. You were otherwise preoccupied, opening the folded paper with patience.
“What the fuck?” you exclaimed, standing up in horror.
“Miss Y/N!” You immediately shut up and sat down, biting your lip in embarrassment. The last thing you needed was attention.
“You should raise your hand, you’ve got the leading lady,” Taehyung stated. With a mute nod you raised your hand above your head.
“Disregarding your outburst, I am pleased to know that you are our leading lady, Miss Y/N. Jungkook, she is the best student in this class so I expect you to model yourself after her,” Mrs. Abernathy said.
“You got it,” he said, resting his eyes on you like a lion on a giselle. You bit your lip harder and tried to keep your annoying biological responses at bay.
“I’m so fucked.”
The rest of class passed by without much of a problem. Taehyung had to keep you in your seat most of the class, due to the fact you had to have the campus man whore as your partner for this masterpiece. The words of Shakespeare are wasted on him.
As the clock ticked into place, Mrs. Abernathy dismissed you. Taehyung was gathering his things when you saw Jungkook slip out of class unnoticed.
“Oh that sneaky bitch!” you whispered, rushing after him.
You made it into the hall and found Jungkook talking to a girl. She was beautiful, there was no denying that. She smiled so brightly when he spoke to her, you wondered what he could be saying that would make her so happy.
“Jungkook!” you yelled in a girlytone.
The beautiful specimen before him gave you an odd look then back to Jungkook. She gave him a disgusted grimace before stalking away with her perfect looking legs.
“Why did you do that?” he asked as you approached.
“Cause, we’re going to be busy for the next three months working on this performance project. No time to be getting distracted with members of the opposite sex. Or the same sex, whatever floats your boat,” you stated. Jungkook rolled his eyes.
“Look, I appreciate that you’re here cause you want me to succeed or whatever-”
“What the fuck are you smoking?” you asked, giving him a confused expression.
“Huh? Is that not why you’re here? Because you want to help the lost puppy?” he said, gesturing to himself.
You looked at him for a moment before bursting into hysterics. Jungkook looked at you with mild confusion and concern as he watched your form shake with laughter. Tears were welling up in your eyes with how hard you were laughing at his statement.
“Dude, if it wasn’t for all of our grades riding on this performance I would find it tremendously amusing to watch you crash and burn. However, if you had shown up on time, you would’ve heard our grading scale,” you said, wiping some tears away.
“Grading scale? Thought we just had to put on the performance?”
You sighed and shook your head. “Jungkook, if you really think Mrs. Abernathy would roll over and give us our grade on a silver platter then you truly have been smoking the entire semester. We’re graded on cooperation, performance, delivery and dedication. If you fuck up in any part of this, it reflects badly on all of our performance grades. If one leg of the table gets kicked out, then the rest of the legs are weakened,” you said, giving an example for good measure.
“You think I care?”
You were stunned.
“Do you truly think so little of everyone else that our final grades and futures mean nothing to you?” you stated for confirmation.
“Listen babe,” he said, leaning against the pillar. “I’ve got a thousand other things I’d rather be doing than sitting in the library with a bunch of virgins reading Shakespeare,” he announced.
“There’s no way someone could be that cruel. Jeon Jungkook, I want you to prove me wrong. We’re all meeting in the library tomorrow night around eight for a short rehearsal. Taehyung bet me twenty bucks you weren’t going to show,” you said.
“Looks like you’re going to be out twenty bucks,” he said, standing and beginning to walk away.
“H-How could I change your mind?” you asked, hoping that you sounded more confident than you felt. Jungkook’s frame stilled, before turning quickly.
“Change my mind? Oh, well... I guess since I lost my fuck for the night, you could replace her and I’ll be more than happy to show up tomorrow night,” he said, walking closer.
“W-what? Are you serious?” you asked as Jungkook managed to trap you against the very pillar he was leaning against earlier. He eyed you up and down, then looked into your eyes for a moment. Your breath caught and you tried to look away...
However, it was no use. Jungkook was a fuck boy for a reason... He was God damn beautiful to behold. Forget beauty being in the eye of the beholder. Anyone who didn’t think he was a piece of fucking art was blind.
“Maybe not, don’t really like stiff girls in bed,” he said, throwing a wink in for good measure. With that he was away from you and the air seemed to thin. You were panting ever so slightly, which made you even more ashamed.
“You’re truly an asshole Jeon Jungkook... And you haven’t changed at all,” you whispered, turning to walk back into the classroom.
Entering the library, Namjoon was the first to greet you as you all congregated around the tabled section of the room.
“Hey guys, have either of you seen Jungkook?” he asked, looking towards the doors. You scoffed and shook your head.
“He was very set in not showing his face here tonight,” you said with a bitter tone.
“Even if all of our grades depend on it?” Namjoon said with an incredulous look on his face.
“And we don’t have understudies, so, we’re genuinely fucked if Romeo doesn’t show up for Romeo and Juliet,” Taehyung groaned.
“Peace dear Benvolio, for we shall await Romeo in his tardiness,” you joked. Taehyung managed to crack a smile before the rest of you went to sit down.
The night dragged on and Jungkook showed no sign of turning up.
Everyone seemed to relax into their roles and reading became rather even, you were feeling rather confident...
Until a certain drunkard disrupted the scene.
“Jullllietttt,” Jungkook’s tipsy tone rang out.
“Ah, come on man,” Jimin said, looking up from his role as Count Paris.
“I’m here to rehearse, y’know, shaking spear or something,” he said, rubbing his eyes.
“Dude he’s fucking wasted,” Namjoon groaned.
“Taehyung, you might want to hold my hands down or get a camera out before I beat his ass,” you growled.
“What was all that talk about peace earlier?” Taehyung questioned as he grabbed your hand.
“Ooooh, look! Juliet!” Jungkook announced, turning to you.
“You might not want to get close to her,” Taehyung warned with a teasing tone.
“But she is my lady and my bride! Do I not have rights to see my beloved?”
Seokjin approached and finally grabbed a hold of Jungkook by the wrist.
“Jungkook, you’re drunk. We need to get you home and in bed before you do something you’ll regret,” he warned. Jungkook simply grinned.
“Do you think I haven’t done enough to regret already? Why do you think I’m drunk?” The room got quiet and Seokjin cleared his throat.
“Come on, Jungkook. Let’s get you home,” Jin said.
“Parting is such sweet sorrow,” Jungkook whispered, looking at you before stumbling out with Jin. The room was deathly quiet. However, everyone soon was over their shock and began to collect their items.
You couldn’t figure out why, but your heart was racing.
* * *
The next morning you found a very hungover Jungkook standing outside of the auditorium. He had sunglasses on and a black hoodie, making him look like the depiction of a My Chemical Romance fan from 2009. You sighed and attempted to walk past him, before his hand snatched your wrist.
“Hey,” he whispered, throat obviously dry from the mass amounts of drinking.
“You sound, smell and look like shit Jeon. What?” you asked, taking your wrist back from the warmth of his palm.
“So, uh... When would the next rehearsal be? S-so I know to avoid it, obviously,” he stated, horribly might you add.
“Jungkook, I honestly don’t know who you think I am but this is the worst attempt at subtlety I’ve ever seen in my life,” you muttered, rubbing your forehead.
“Fine, maybe I want to come and watch you all recite stupid shakespeare to each other for two hours,” he defended.
“I can literally feel my brain cells dying from this conversation, goodbye Jungkook,” you said, going to head into the room when he gripped your shoulder and pushed you against the cafeteria doors, out of sight from the auditorium.
Your heart leapt to your throat as he took off his sunglasses and revealed a deep, purpling bruise that made your stomach shift uncomfortably. Slowly, you lifted your hand to grazed his wounded flesh, before you caught your slight of hand. Brushing it off and pushing him away, you steeled your nerves.
“What the fuck has gotten into you? You’ve barely paid attention to me, any of us for the past four years, why change that now, Jungkook?” you asked, thinking back on his absence in classes and mainly sarcastic comments directed at others than yourself.
“I fucked up,” he whispered, looking down at your feet.
“On what?” you asked, wondering what any of this had to do with you.
“M-My scholarship for this school. If I fuck up another class, then I’m out. Done. Game over. My mom would be devastated if it happened, I can’t... Not to her,” he sighed. “I fucked it up, so I wanna fix it. But I can’t do it alone. My other classes it was a matter of showing up and actually doing shit. But this one, this one requires everyone, and I treated it like a game,” he said.
“You did, so why are you asking for help now? After all that you said to us, do you really think that any of us would help you?” you questioned.
“You always helped people back in highschool... Even if they didn’t deserve it, I remember,” Jungkook announced.
You swallowed thick. He did recall your weakness.
Watching others suffer made you sick. If there was something you could do in your power, it would be done. You never left someone behind, ever. He caught you out.
“I’m not like I was in highschool,” you tried, not even believing your own voice.
“Maybe not entirely, but moral integrity doesn’t change easily,” Jungkook reminded, sounded wiser than usual.
“You said it to me, back in the day when I believed I was nothing and treated everyone else like nothing. But I’ve attempted to change. Not that I’ve been wholly successful, but a try is a try right? So, give me a chance. Please, I don’t want to lose the one good thing I have going for me,” he pleaded.
“Jungkook,” you started.
“I’ll give you everything I’ve got, I promise to take it seriously. Just, work with me,” he begged.
“Yes! Thanks! I’ll see you guys at the next rehearsal-”
You yelled but he was already down the hall and too far away from your voice. You couldn’t help but feel played. He knew your weakness and exploited it to get what he wanted.
No, moral integrity took great effort to change. However, that relies on the person having morals to begin with.
* * *
That night as home, Taehyung sat on your couch eating your Doritos like the motherfucker he was.
“Tae, I don’t recall saying help yourself to my fucking Doritos,” you growled from the small kitchen.
“I recall you being a bitch about your food so I decided to scavenge and found a gold mine. Sorry you’re just now noticing,” he retorted. You frowned at his logic and decided to let it be. If you didn’t the sassy bitch would never forget it.
“Be that way,” you pouted, grabbing your freshly brewed coffee in a cracked mug. But it would have to do, because drinking coffee at 11:30 at night out of a bowl is pretty degrading.
Taehyung had originally come over to help you practice your lines and then do- “help” you with your algebra 2 homework... However, he’d more than likely get frustrated with your lack of understanding and do it for you. At least, that’s what you were banking on.
“Do you think Jungkook will show up on Thursday?” he asked, out of the blue as you sat down next to him.
“I fairly certain he made himself clear,” you stated, the conversation from earlier still not sitting well with you.
“I just can’t believe that someone could be that much of a dick! Like, for real. How many people have fucked him over in his life that he feels the need to fuck this many over now? I wanna kick him in his spleen,” Taehyung declared.
“Spleen huh? Odd place to kick,” you said.
“Bet he couldn’t find his spleen,” he huffed.
“Can you find yours?” you asked. Taehyung whined and shoved your shoulder before laying down on the couch.
“I hope he proves us wrong about him though,” Taehyung whispered, absentmindedly.
“Me too,” you breathed.
* * *
Wednesday night rolled around, you stood at your counter in the library where you volunteered. Honestly, it was free Wifi and putting books away half the time. That wasn’t such a bad gig. However, tonight was especially slow, and your mind was beginning to numb itself.
You hadn’t seen anybody come in the library for the past two hours, as it was reaching the late moments of the night. The time when people curled into their beds and fell into the blissful escape of sleep. Yet, here you were, caffeine fueled delirium sat behind the desk with dark circles that enslaved your features.
Trying to study your lines while keeping yourself awake was proving to be difficult.
Especially when the sounds started. It wasn’t frequent and there didn’t seem to be any kind of rhythm to it, but it was there most definitely.
And it was pissing you off beyond belief.
What made you furious was the next sound.
“Ah, Jungkook!” a girl’s voice mewled from towards the back.
“Shh!” A hurried whisper responded.
Oh that fucking degenerate.
You shoved your desk chair back and stormed towards the nonfiction section. When you arrived, there Jungkook was, his hands down an undergrad skirt and his tongue down her throat. You crossed your arms and stuck your tongue in your cheek out of irritation.
“Excuse me,” you announced yourself. The girl pulled away and looked like a poor deer caught in headlights. Obviously, it wasn’t her idea to get frisky in the library at almost midnight.
“O-Oh! I’m so sorry!” she yelped, bowing her head frantically.
“Sup, Y/N?” Jungkook said, pushing his hair back off his forehead.
“As much as I appreciate the fact that you’re showing the nonfiction books some kind of action, this isn’t what we meant,” you stated.
“Unfortunately we misunderstood,” he quipped.
“You’re fine, just go home dear,” you said to the panicked younger woman. She nodded before adjusting her skirt and collecting her purse and running out of the library.
“Yet another fuck you’ve lost for me, I’m going to expect reimbursement,” he smirked.
“Oh spare me,” you said, rolling your eyes. “What are you doing in the library with a girl? Thought your scholarships were at risk?” you bit back.
“Two tests today that I aced thanks to that young lady, I was just repaying her for her tutoring skills,” he winked. You resisted the urge to slap him, rubbing your temples to ease the dull ache that was appearing.
“Jungkook, I don’t care what you do in your free time. Dick down all the girls or guys you want, but not in the fucking library,” you growled.
“You just called it a fucking library, don’t give me ideas,” Jungkook warned.
“Listen, if you take furthering your education as a joke then so be it. But a majority of us here don’t, so don’t fuck with other people and pester them. Don’t get them in trouble because of your weird voyeuristic fetish. Get out or actually study something,” you said before turning to walk away.
“Are you available for study?” he tested.
“Depends, can I cut you open and see what happened to the brain in your skull, if it’s still there?” you questioned.
“So feisty, but perhaps I should clarify. I need help with my lines, are you available for study sessions? I recall you saying you’d help me.”
“First, you refused to take responsibility for your role as Romeo, then you exploit a weakness of mine to get what you want, then I catch you in the library attempting to get at it with a lowerclassmen, and now you ask for my help... Honestly, is there a brain in your head or is it just sort of... empty?”
Jungkook chuckled before coming closer, towering over you in an intimidating fashion. You felt fear spike into your throat. What was he doing?
“If you want an apology for my behavior, you can have one. I’m sorry I was a prick and put my wants over the common good, and am now only trying to do right by it because my future was threatened by my actions. However, did I not say I would give it my best shot? I meant that, but you’re helping everyone else but me... That seems a smidge like bias if I’ve ever seen it,” Jungkook tutted.
“Rehearsal is tomorrow night if you want-”
“Not my scene,” he joked softly. “No, I want private lessons from you, Miss Teacher’s Pet. Because you’re the best, and I want the best,” he sighed.
“You’re so fucking egotistical, if you think that statement will make me more willing to aid you, then you have lost your damn mind. No, Jungkook. I’ll help you like everyone else, at practice,” you stated firmly.
He leaned back and sighed, running his hand through his hair.
“What would it take to change your mind?” he offered, raising an eyebrow.
“I’m serious, I’ll give you anything you want if you just tutor me privately,” he said, speaking in earnest.
“Why do you want me to tutor you so bad? Isn’t there a sluttier underclassmen you could seduce to read Romeo and Juliet with you?” you said impatient.
“Nah, I’d get distracted. With you, I know none of my charms work, so it’s easier because then you won’t be begging for me before we’re halfway through an act,” he explained.
“Oh my God-”
“Jungkook is fine,” he teased.
“Fine, if you want me to tutor you privately then so be it. But, in exchange I need your dedication,” you started.
“Ah ah, you didn’t let me finish Jeon,” you warned.
“You want dedication you’ve got it! Not a problem!” he said.
“No sex, hook ups or parties until the final curtain of our performance. You can have sex with whatever after that. But you are easily distracted by women, booze and overall debauchery. So to curb that, if you want me to tutor you, you’ll follow that rule,” you announced.
Jungkook paled. The sight made you want to laugh. “Y-You’re not serious right? This is just a sick joke,” he asked.
“The only sick joke is the fact you think I’m kidding. I’m serious Jungkook, you’ll only get distracted by all of that. It’s two months,” you soothed.
“My dick will fall off! Can I at least get like blow jobs or something like that?” he pleaded.
“I think I made myself clear,” you stated.
“Jesus fuck, don’t you know how bad that’s gonna suck? Seriously, blue balls will be a worse distraction!” he complained.
“W-well I’m sure you’ll live,” you stated, flushing. Jungkook seemed to examine you closer before breaking into a wide grin.
“Are you a virgin?” he asked, getting closer.
“N-No,” you lied. “And it’s none of your business anyways. Do we have a deal or not?” you asked. Jungkook sighed before nodding.
“You drive a hard bargain, Y/N, but a deal you have. I won’t dick down the campus until after the final curtain. And you’ll tutor me privately?” he said, sticking his hand out. You pushed it away before looking him in the eye.
* * *
“I can’t believe that you agreed to do something so nice for that fucking asshole,” Taehyung whined as you two walked through the grocery store.
“Because, the guy needs to know what it’s like to work hard for something. Trust me, I’m not going to make it easy for him,” you snarled. “The fucker is going to pay for acting like an entitled piece of shit,” you said.
“But, if you hate his guts so much, don’t you think that’s going to show in your performance?” Taehyung questioned, heading towards the chips. Smacking his hands you shook your head.
“I am an incredible actress thank you very much,” you stated, reaching for the ramyeon packages on the shelves.
“Are you seriously buying more of those sodium bombs? You’re already salty enough as it is,” Taehyung declared.
“Coming from the one who doesn’t pay my rent and doesn’t pay for my groceries and still manages to eat a majority of my food,” you growled. Taehyung bowed his head out of fear then pouted.
“Can you at least get the chicken ones?” he begged.
“Are you kidding? I’m no sadist,” you said, throwing the chicken packages into the cart.
Taehyung seemed appeased.
The rest of the trip seemed to go off without a hitch, until you spotted something that bothered you in the check out line.
“Oh, you’ve got to be fucking-” you growled before Taehyung managed to grab your arms.
There was Jeon Jungkook, dressed in his typical playboy-esque button down with almost half the buttons open, a girl at his side and a packet of condoms in his grasp.
“Easy, Y/N, we’re in public and neither of us have the bail money to get you out of jail this month,” Taehyung warned. You ripped your arms away and trudged towards the feminine hygiene section.
This was utter bullshit. Jeon Jungkook looked you dead in the eye and lied to you. Right to your fucking face and here he was getting condoms so he could continue on his escapades while you were supposedly none the wiser! You had a job, you had other things to do than worry about his grades and his life! So why the fuck did he think he had the right to walk all over your kindness?
Gripping the container in your hands you shoved past the people and made your way to the cocky bastard with your point in hand.
“Jeon Jungkook!” you growled, throwing the pregnancy test down at the checkout, along with his condoms.
“Uh hey, Y/N-”
“I expect you to pay for this, since it is your fault,” you said, crossing your arms and watching the face of the other girl turn up in disgust.
“What?!” Jungkook coughed, looking from you to the pregnancy test in shock.
“Don’t what me! This is your fault, so twenty bucks to find out if we’re royally screwed shouldn’t be that big of a deal right?” you continued to tease.
“Y/N, what are you-”
“Are you serious Kook? And here you were so adamant that we had to use protection but another one of your girls might be carrying your kid? What the fuck! Don’t call me again, have a nice fucking life, dickwad,” the pretty brunette stated before heading out of the line.
“Noona-wait!” Jungkook tried but it was too late. Her retreating form made your facade break and you erupted in laughter. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” Jungkook had the audacity to yelp.
“Excuse you? Oh fuck no, Jeon Jungkook. What the fuck is wrong with you?” Getting closer to him you pushed your finger against his annoyingly toned chest and began your accusations. “I seem to recall our agreement didn’t have any kind of this action happening for you until the final curtain on our performance in two months buster, so care to explain why you're here buying baby repellant?”
“As I recall you pushed away my hand, so I don’t remember us sealing the agreement in any kind of fashion,” he said flippantly, smiling down at you with his cocky grin.
“You’re the worst person alive, Jeon Jungkook. How can you look into someone’s eyes and lie to them? Not only did you force my hand at this, but then when I try to make an agreement, some form of accord between the two of us, you are so quick to agree... However, I understand now that perhaps this whole thing has been a sham. You losing your scholarships, you fearing a disappointed mother-”
“Don’t. Speak. About. My mother,” he warned in a dark voice. You felt his grip on your shoulders as you were shoved back into the cart of an elderly lady behind you.
“Young man! You shouldn’t handle a pregnant woman so roughly!” she accused. Jungkook smiled at you before turning to the older grandmother.
“Might not even be my kid, who knows with this one,” he smirked before tossing the condoms back at you. “Save yourself the trouble next time and use these instead of trying to blame the hot one for all your troubles.”
You stood there in shock as he walked away, flipping you off as he went.
The feeling of tears welling up in your eyes made you so angry. He didn’t have the right to do that to you...
“Oh dear honey, it’ll be alright... A lot of men panic when a baby is thrown into the mix but everything will work out for the better. Just focus on being healthy, okay?” she soothed.
“Should never try to have a child with a child,” you scoffed...
* * *
A few days passed with no word from Jeon Jungkook. Taehyung approached you shortly after the incident and offered his spleen kicking services, which you hastily denied. You went to class and then to work and at no point did you see or think of Jeon Jungkook until you were getting ready to close up the library one night...
It was almost midnight, and you were fighting to stay awake in the silent library. Until a soft cough brought you out of it. You looked up with bleary eyes and saw the same underclassmen that was with Jungkook a few nights back.
“Hi, m-may I please rent this book?” she asked, holding a history of greek mythology book out in front of her. You gave her a tired smile before taking the book gently from her hands.
“Of course, what’s your name?”
“Mina,” she said. You nodded and found her in the system before dating and stamping the book with the proper information.
“Okay I’ll need this back in two weeks. Of course you can always come back and renew the rental period if you need it longer as well,” you said softly.
“I’m sorry!” she yelped, bowing low in front of you.
Confusion swept over your features before you responded. “Uh, for what?”
“For doing inappropriate things in the library with an upperclassmen!” she whimpered.
“Mina?” you asked, wanting her to raise her head.
“Y-yeah?” she said quietly.
“You’re not in trouble, and I don’t think any less of you... Hell I don’t even know you, so who am I to judge you?” you said.
“I-I guess, but I still feel so bad! Jungkook said-”
“There’s your problem, you listened to that idiot,” you scoffed.
“J-Jungkook isn’t a bad guy,” she whispered softly.
“Honey, men like him only want one thing from you and then-”
“He just wants to be loved.”
Her statement took you off guard.
“What? Jungkook wants to be loved? Honey, I don’t want you to misinterpret his attention as affection because it’s not-”
Mina stood up quickly. “I know. He doesn’t like me and only used me as a means to an end. I don’t mind that, because I found something out about Jungkook that he doesn’t let anyone know...” she whispered.
“Then why do you sound like you’re going to tell me?” you questioned.
“Because I feel like you’re the only one who could get through to him... Jungkook has dealt with a lot of shit throughout his life. Some of it undeserving,” she said.
“I know... I knew him in high school,” you declared. Mina got closer, more adamant.
“Then you know what his mother and father did to him right?” she said, a relieved expression on her face. You swallowed thickly.
“No, I don’t. I just know that he gets defensive when you bring up his mother,” you clarified.
“Oh... Well, before his father died Jungkook took beatings for his mother. His father was an angry drunk, the whole cliche. His mother didn’t want to leave him because she knew she couldn’t support Jungkook on her own. So, when his father had a stroke, Jungkook’s mother took his life insurance policy and bought him a train ticket here and five months of rent in his first apartment. She wanted him to accept his scholarships and to get the heck out of dodge, because just because his father was now dead, didn’t mean the other family members wouldn’t come looking for scraps of his insurance and money they owed him in life. So Jungkook is here, and his mother hasn’t been in touch for a few months. But Jungkook promised he wouldn’t be back until he graduated and was the first in his family to do so.”
Your stomach twisted painfully at the memories of Jungkook coming to class late and having bruises on his cheek or a stiff back. He blamed them on practicing too hard and hurting himself... But in reality he was suffering more than anyone could ever know.
“How did you find out?” you asked simply.
“Jungkook got drunk after one of our study sessions and spilled all after a rather heated call from an Uncle he’d met once or twice. Jungkook’s father was an Insurance Broker so, God only knows how much money he had. But money means next to nothing if the holder is abusive and a shit parent,” Mina commented.
“And you think I can do something for him?” you asked. Mina nodded her head furiously.
“You’re the only girl I’ve seen that doesn’t tolerate his attitude, if anything you give him a run for his money. Jungkook admires that in you, and therefore, you have a gap of space in his brain. Somewhere between the booze and the women, sits you... And I’m sure not even he knows why... What I’m trying to say is, Jungkook isn’t what he portrays himself to be... If someone could just take the time to get to know him, the real him, then maybe he’d have a chance at a happier life than the one he’s dead set on having,” Mina explained.
Your heart thudded painfully in your chest. Because you knew she was right. She was absolutely right about Jeon Jungkook...
And you had misjudged him.
* * *
The walk home that night was a silent one. Normally you listen to your favorite music, or listen to a new podcast episode... but tonight was for reflection.
Mina’s words struck a chord within you and now you had a massive mess on your hands. However, with your track record with the boy, reasoning with him wasn’t going to be very easy.
You rounded the corner of your street and smelt something awful.
“Ew, Jesus,” you groaned as you saw a man laying in a pool of vomit, surrounded by beer bottles and various liquors.
The stench was terrible, and you hoped that he would be gone by morning, when a familiar groan came from the body. Your head snapped back to the mass of a man laying on the ground. His hood was pulled all the way up his head, keeping his identity hidden from you. You crouched next to him slowly and pulled the fabric off his head, revealing Jungkook’s form to you.
He was pale, a mess of vomit and snot covering his face.
You bit your lip as you considered your options...
“Hey,” you said gruffly, prodding at his arm with your foot. Jungkook merely groaned and coughed, remaining still otherwise. “Jungkook, get up,” you tried again. However, he was out, completely and utterly wasted and laying in the middle of a sidewalk.
You sighed and rubbed your forehead in frustration. “Why is it that I’m always too nice to you,” you groaned and got down on your knees, pulling his toned frame up off the pavement. You huffed as you discovered that Jungkook was made of pure muscle, possibly some bricks too that were situated in his brain... Anyway, he was entirely too heavy for you to carry on your own.
“Y/N? What are you doing here, and why is Jungkook on the ground?”
By sheer luck and the will of whatever powers that be, Namjoon’s voice trailed through the air.
“Namjoon!” you yelped, dropping Jungkook ungracefully on the ground. He grunted in response, otherwise remaining silent.
“Hey, uh, what’s up?” he asked, putting his hand behind his head.
“Well, I was on my way home and found this mess laying in his own vomit... And, as big of a pain that he is, I can’t sleep tonight knowing I left him here if he needs help... Care to help me carry a drunken college student to my apartment?” you said with a weak smile.
“You’re too kind, you know that? This dick doesn’t really deserve it,” Namjoon stated. You sighed and rubbed your face.
“Maybe not, but everyone needs help every once in a while... And now I might have some leverage over him. If the campus finds out he was drinking and being disorderly, that could get him expelled, which I don’t think he wants,” you reasoned.
“Fair enough, lead the way.”
Heading back over to Jungkook’s mass of muscle you and Namjoon carefully lifted the man up and slung his arms over your shoulders. Namjoon and yourself locking hands and securing him in your grasp to ensure he wouldn’t get hurt.
“Jesus what does this fucker eat! I’ve only seen him drink booze and slam some burgers...” Namjoon groaned as the two of you struggled up the stairs.
“Juuuuuu-eck,” Jungkook mumbled.
“Just hang on a little longer Jungkook,” you eased, patting his hand. It was at times like these where having an apartment on the third floor of a building made you regret your kinder side. However, when you made it onto the landing, not without Jungkook almost causing you and Namjoon to fall backwards more than once, relief flooded your system.
“Holy fucking soccer players, this bitch is heavy,” Namjoon groaned, dragging his feet.
“Juuuu-” Jungkook kept mumbling.
“What do you think he’s trying to say?” Namjoon asked, offhandedly as you fumbled with your keys.
“Who knows,” you sighed, finally unlocking the door to your apartment and ushering Namjoon and Jungkook inside.
Stumbling through the halls of your small abode Namjoon and yourself finally navigated Jungkook to your couch. You groaned and fell onto the floor, rubbing your protesting shoulders.
“Do you think you’ll need help from here or do you got it?” Namjoon asked, rotating his arms in a similar fashion to yours.
“I think I can manage from here, but seriously, thanks so much for helping us,” you said sitting up.
“Us?” Namjoon questioned, raising an eyebrow.
“Oh! No-uh, that’s not what this is! We aren’t, I mean, I’m not. I could never-”
“Easy easy, I was only teasing,” Namjoon chuckled. You sighed and gave him a smile.
“But for real... Thank you, Namjoon,” you stated softly. He gave you a grin before patting your head.
“Don’t mention it, just kick his ass in the morning for being a dick. You think you can handle that?” he teased.
“With pleasure,” you agreed.
Namjoon left and you found yourself alone in your apartment with one of the most infamous sex Gods to ever roam the campus: Jeon Jungkook.
You thought you’d see if he would come to long enough to drink some water. Going to your sink you grabbed a cup and filled it with nice cool water. Adding a pink straw for your own selfish purposes you kneeled next to Jungkook’s sleeping frame.
“Hey, Jungkook,” you said, shaking his shoulder gently.
“Juuuu-u,” he groaned.
“Juuuu,” you teased back softly. “Drink this for me, yeah?” you asked, bringing the straw to his annoyingly beautiful mouth. You managed to poke the straw in between his lips, but Jungkook wasn’t drinking it. You fear that he might start suffering from dehydration and alcohol poisoning if you didn’t do something. And if he did go to the hospital then no doubt he’d be kicked out of school for good.
“God you always manage to be a pain in my ass,” you groaned. So with reluctance you went to your bathroom and grabbed a washcloth and some toothpaste. Coming back you took the toothpaste and squeezed it in his mouth because like hell you were going anywhere near him with alcohol and vomit breath. Jungkook sputtered and the toothpaste managed to get all over his cheek. Quickly cleaning him up and making a solid attempt at brushing his teeth you grabbed the water from the floor and pulled it into your mouth.
‘Here goes nothing,’ you thought to yourself as you leaned down and pressed your lips against his. You poked your tongue against his lips and managed to drop the water into his mouth. Rubbing his throat you got Jungkook to swallow calmly. Your heart eased at the idea of him getting the hydration he desperately needed. So you went in for another mouthful of water. Doing the same sort of dropping method, Jungkook swallowed more water.
You continued the process until the water was completely gone. Jungkook seemed to have regained some of his color too, that fact put you at ease. Moving to the bathroom once more you wet the washcloth and gathered some soap on it and walked out to the living room. Kneeling by his side again you brought the warm cloth to his neck and began wiping away the dried snot and vomit that remained.
Jungkook seemed to be more relaxed, his mumbling having stopped and breathing even. As you cleaned him up you wondered what brought him to the state you found him in. Did a girl do this? Or did something happen? Perhaps he has already been kicked out of school...
Your heart jolted at the thought. But, whatever the case may be at least he was off the street and cleaned up for the night.
Taking the dampened and dirty washcloth to your laundry bin you began getting ready for bed. Changing into your pajamas and washing your face as you hummed to yourself softly. You came out of your bedroom, holding an extra blanket and pillow in your grasp. Heading out to the living room you found Jungkook hadn’t moved. Lifting his head up gingerly you placed the pillow there so that he wouldn’t strain his neck. Then placing the soft blanket over his obviously exhausted self to finish it off. Next you set a bottle of aspirin and another glass of water on the table next to him for when he awoke.
As you headed for your bedroom, Jungkook mumbled again. But this time, you could make it out. “Mom, don’t go.”
* * *
Jungkook’s head was pounding when he peaked his eyes open that morning. His throat was a little sore, but he wasn’t as uncomfortable as he normally was. Usually Jungkook woke up on the floor of a frat house or something along those lines, but right now he found himself on a couch... A particularly comfortable one at that.
Did he sleep over at one of his hookups house on accident?
The smell of waffles made his stomach pinch painfully.
“Hmmhmm,” a voice hummed from the kitchen.
Jungkook swallowed thickly and turned to see medicine and a glass of water sitting on the table beside him. Quickly he popped the tablets in his mouth and drank the entire thing of water in a few gulps. Although, Jungkook wasn’t as thirsty as he normally was when hungover.
Feeling the blanket and pillow Jungkook wondered where the fuck he was. It wasn’t Mina’s place, because there were other girls that lived there and it would certainly be louder there. Wasn’t Seokjin’s place because he wasn’t rudely awakened to the sound of his hyung’s morning escapades...
He looked around and tried to find some sort of context clues to his location, but found none...
“So you’re awake.”
Jungkook jumped and turned his head to find... You...?
“Y/N?” he asked, looking confused.
“Ah, so you don’t remember,” you said, giving a soft smile.
“R-Remember what?” Jungkook asked, feeling his mouth go dry at the sight of you in the morning. Hair falling slightly disheveled but not unpleasantly so. Your face, still a little puffy from sleep. You looked incredible. Not to mention that he could distinctly see you forwent a bra at night.
“That’s a shame, I would’ve liked for you to recall your evening last night,” you smirked. Jungkook looked down at his clothes then back to you. If he’d had sex with you and was too drunk to remember then he’d surely throw himself down some stairs.
Time to put on a show.
“Of course I remember, how could I forget?” he asked, winking. You scoffed.
“Yeah, being covered in your puke and boogers was a pretty hilarious scene to stumble upon,” you grinned. Jungkook went slack jawed. Had he really gotten that drunk?
Holy fucking shit that wasn’t good.
“Uh... Well, you see-”
“Cut the shit Jeon, I can see it on your face you don’t remember squat,” you declared. Jungkook ran his tongue over his teeth in irritation but sighed in defeat.
“You caught me, care to catch me up?” he asked.
“Well, I was on my way home from working at the library, thankfully there were no teenagers trying to get freaky in the philosophy section last night,” you began. Jungkook couldn’t help it.
“Found my next hookup spot then,” he grinned.
“I’ll cut off whatever micro penis you have if you disgrace Zeno and Socrates with that type of debauchery,” you warned.
“At least I’d get your hands on my dick somehow,” he grinned. You gagged and left the room. Jungkook thought he’d scared you off when you came back with a plate.
“Here, eat it,” you said, holding it out for him. Jungkook was shocked to say the least.
“Have you never seen a plate of waffles before? I made them for you, so eat them, jerk,” you chastised. Jungkook flushed and took the plate, quickly setting to work on devouring every bite. You set a cup of black coffee on the table and sprinkled something in it before Jungkook spoke up.
“What did you put in the coffee?” he asked, warily.
“Salt numbnuts,” you said.
“Why would you put salt in someone’s coffee?” he asked, raising a disgusted brow.
“Cuts down the bitterness, makes it easier to stomach. That’s why I made you waffles because it’ll help absorb the excess stomach acid you produced last night. You don’t have to drink it if you don’t want it,” you said.
“No no, I, uh... I’ll have it please,” he coughed awkwardly.
You nodded and sat down in the chair across from the couch and watched him eat. Jungkook seemed to be thoroughly enjoying every bite, until it was gone and he set his plate down and chugged his coffee.
“You’ll throw up all my hard work if you do that,” you warned.
“Sorry, it’s good and I’m starving,” he said. You nodded and crossed your legs. Jungkook’s attention immediately went to your legs that were slowly captivating him. The smooth expanse of your skin calling out to him, making him want to touch it.
Fuck, was he still drunk?
“Listen Jungkook, we have a month and a half until opening night and you still don’t know anything about Shakespeare so I think it’d be in your best interest to get on it,” you said, crossing your arms now too. Fuck... Were you trying to kill him?
“I appreciate what you’ve done for me,” he started, like he was going to say something else that proved otherwise.
“Then listen to what I have to say,” you tried. Jungkook huffed but nodded and leaned back against the couch. “Last night you were drunk and disorderly on campus property. Considering your current situation with the board and directors of the college, I think we can help each other out a bit,” you suggested.
“Is this bribery I hear?” Jungkook smiled.
“It’s not bribery, it’s a threat,” you warned. Jungkook’s smile diminished.
“Okay,” he said softly.
“If you don’t give me your best effort as Romeo Montague in the following weeks I’ll report you to the Dean and President of the school and request for your removal from this University,” you said.
Jungkook paled as if he really was going to be sick this time. “What? You’ve got to be kidding, Y/N, do you know what that would do to me?”
“Are you aware that everyone else’s grades depend on you as well? It doesn’t feel so good to be helpless does it?” you said in a cold tone.
“And everyone thinks you are so nice,” he scoffed.
“I put you up last night, cleaned the vomit off of you. Gave you a place to sleep that wasn’t the sidewalk where anyone or anything could’ve happened to you. I fed you... Now, I chose to do all those things for you. Kindness is expressed in many ways and by many different people. I’m not here to lecture you Jungkook. But, I am here to make a point to you. Help us, or you’re fucked. It’s as simple as that,” you stated.
Jungkook rubbed his face and then stared at you. His deep brown eyes were practically ripping into your soul. It made you waver slightly in your strong exterior. Because no matter how incredible of an actress you were, attraction was a fickle beast. You wouldn’t be so ignorant to say you didn’t find Jungkook handsome. His personality made you less aware of his physical beauty at times, but right now... He was stunning.
Hair disheveled and sticking up in a cute manner. His face flushed from sleep and still slightly pale from his sickness. His lips were red and pouty naturally that made you flustered. It brought you back to the night prior when you-
“Fine. You got me, Y/N, I’ll do what you want this time. For real,” he said.
“Your word means nothing to me Jungkook, you’ve screwed me over once. Just know that if you don’t follow through with your end this time... I won’t be ruining your chances with a beautiful woman... I’ll ruin your life,” you said.
The room became heavy and you found that it was your time to leave.
“If you want to take a shower, you’re more than welcome. I have some clothes in there if you want them. My cousin’s old stuff that I’ve used as old pajamas. But you can have them,” you said, beginning to leave the room. “And Jungkook?” you said, turning to him in the doorway.
“What?” he said low, obviously deep in thought.
“I don’t know what made you drink so much last night... But if you ever need some help, you can count on me. I promise.”
With that you left the room, and Jungkook whispered to himself.
* * *
True to your statement, you met with Jungkook privately in the library. You were curious if he would show up, seeing as how you were certain last time he wouldn’t stand you up.
Although, like a scolded child, Jungkook showed up five minutes early to your scheduled appointment. He threw his bag on the floor and huffed, obviously disappointed he’d have to be here instead of getting frisky with young women. “Alright, I’m here, happy?” He questioned. You smiled simply.
“I’m happy for your sake, yes,” you responded cold.
“Alright, fine. No need to get all pissy, I’m here so, let’s get to work,” he said, sitting down in the chair next to you. You could feel his body heat from where you were seated. It made your heart race, uncomfortably so. Normally you could just ignore Jungkook’s playboy attitude but right now? He was affecting you just by sitting near you!
“Yeah,” you sighed, opening your playbook and handing him one.
“Thanks,” he said offhandedly before opening it. His eyebrows raised. “Why is it highlighted?” he questioned. You flushed pink and realized you did it without thinking.
“Uh, I-wanted to make sure this goes fast so, I highlighted your lines and stage directions for you when I did mine,” you explained. Jungkook raised an eyebrow.
“Why thank you sweetheart, how kind of you to think of me,” he flirted, getting closer.
“Come closer and see what happens, Jeon Jungkook,” you scolded.
“I’m curious to find out-OOF!” he yelped as your elbow hit his stomach. “Oh fuck,” he gasped in pain.
“There, consider your curiosity quenched,” you declared.
Jungkook simply coughed and shook his head. “Fuck dude, not playing with that again. Holy shit, I need my stomach to eat you know,” he whined.
Without lifting your head from your script you responded. “Last I knew you only used it to drink.”
“You give me and my remarks a run for my money, doll,” he smiled.
“It’s not a race if you’ve already lost Jungkook,” you sassed.
“Anyways, let’s start with your first scene. It’s with Benvolio, who’s played by Taehyung, so I’ll read Benvolio, you read Romeo. Action,” you said. “Good morrow cousin,” you began.
“Is the day so young?” Jungkook asked, sounding bored.
“Jungkook,” you scolded.
“Are you fucking kidding me? I say five words and you’re already stopping me?” he groaned in disbelief.
“Listen, in this scene Romeo-”
“He’s upset because he lost his side chick right?” Jungkook answered, reading ahead.
“What?” you asked incredulously.
“Wait, no...” he paused, reading further. “He really liked this girl... I see,” he concluded.
“How did you...?”
“He says it right here, I have lost myself. I am not Romeo, he is some other where.”
You were speechless. Of course it isn’t difficult to figure out that Romeo is missing someone he loves in this scene... But for Jungkook to pick up on it so quickly, it was rather impressive.
“Since you understand,” you began. “Try acting as if you miss someone you love. Someone that doesn’t want to see you, but you long to see them,” you explained.
“Easy enough,” he mumbled. His words made your heart skip slightly.
Did he miss someone?
“Good morrow cousin,” you stated.
“Is the day so young?” Jungkook repeated, this time, looking wistful and almost lost in thought. It was perfect, and he did it with only one repeat.
What the fuck was this dude’s secret?
You continued on, giving Jungkook subtle hints and letting him figure out the scene for himself. As you discovered, he was actually rather intelligent when he needed to be, and picked up on the intricacies of the Tragedy very fast. You just wanted to work through the first act today, so when you hit scene five, you were ready to call it a night.
“I think four scenes is enough for tonight-”
“This is where our character’s meet,” Jungkook grinned.
“Yes, this is the scene where Romeo and Juliet meet for the first time-”
“Don’t they kiss?” he asked, flipping through the pages.
“Jungkook you’ve done very well today and I’m tired so-”
“There! I say: Then move not while my prayer’s effect I take,” he grinned. “Ooh! We kiss twice in this scene!”
“Jungkook stop,” you rubbed your face.
“Come on, now you’re upset I’m getting into the literature?” he accused.
“You’re not getting into anything, come on, time to go,” you said.
“I won’t kiss you, but like you said. Mrs. Abernathy is one hard bitch, and if we fake it on stage surely we’ll suffer. Might as well kiss me and get used to it so the first time we do it isn’t on stage, can’t have you turning into a flustered mess,” he smirks.
“If you want to practice the scene so bad, call Mina, I’m sure she’d be thrilled to make out with you here. But I’m going home,” you said, standing up and heading towards the door. You felt Jungkook’s hand on your wrist.
“Parting is such sweet sorrow,” he whispered. You pulled your hand from his wrist.
“That I shall say good night till it be morrow.”
And with that, you left Jungkook standing in the room.
“I get that line now...”
* * *
It was two weeks until your performance and you were starting to work on the stage. Everyone had unanimously voted on having you be stage director, seeing as how you knew it the best. Mrs. Abernathy was nowhere to be found... It was up to you guys to pull this off.
It was about twenty minutes before rehearsal started and Jungkook still hadn’t shown up. Taehyung approached you with a bottle of water. “Do you think he’s gonna show?” he asked, unscrewing the cap and drinking.
“It’d be stupid of him not to,” you declared. “Hey, Baekhyun! Can you bring down the key light to a brighter setting? This looks too dark for it to be a market place in the middle of the day!”
“You got it!”
“Such a bossy lady.”
“Holy shit, is that Jeon Jungkook?”
“I thought we were fucked! Dude you made it!”
“Look what the cat dragged in.”
A group of people swarmed Jungkook and started to chat him up. Asking if he was serious about helping us so we wouldn’t fail. You watched as he eased everyone’s mind. Telling them exactly what they wanted to hear. “Plus, Y/N has been helping me a lot, so I think we’re gonna do great,” he said with a smile.
“Dude that’s awesome!”
Namjoon strolled up behind you and placed his hand on Taehyung’s shoulder. “Seems like he’s more alert than the last time I saw him,” he chuckled
“Less vomit and old vodka stench,” you reminisced.
“What?” Taehyung asked.
“Oh nothing, I just helped Y/N carry Jungkook to her apartment after we found him fucking shit faced on the sidewalk,” Namjoon explained. Taehyung’s eyebrows rose so high you were curious if they were going to fly off his face. You wouldn’t put it past them...
“Fuck you, we’re buying the good ramen next time you go grocery shopping for keeping that from me,” Taehyung growled.
“What do you mean we’re buying?! You and your bitch ass make me pay for it!” you yelled.
“Save me, Friar Lawrence!” Taehyung squeaked, looking at Namjoon.
“I gotta go read something about God or whatever, bye!” With that you glared down at Taehyung with murderous intent before you felt a tap on your shoulder.
“What?” you growled, before you saw pitiful Rina looking at you with the stage directions.
“H-here are the stage directions...” she trailed off. It’s a good thing she didn’t get Juliet, because if she had to put up with Jungkook’s constant borage of flirting her heart might give out. Lady Montague is plenty for her.
“Sorry Rina, just stressed is all,” you smiled. She nodded and returned your soft grin and ran off. You sighed and checked them over, approving everything and then handing them off to your Stage Manager Kai.
“Can you make sure that everyone has the directions for the first act please?” you questioned.
“Sure! I’ll get it done,” he smiled.
“You seriously look like some chaebol off of a drama series,” Taehyung laughed.
“Careful what you say, Benvolio,” you growled.
“Yes Lady Juliet,” he cringed.
“But soft, what beauteous body stands within my wake,” Jungkook teased, coming closer.
“I’m going to go find Jimin and see if the costume fitting is going okay,” Taehyung announced before walking off. Leaving you alone with Jungkook.
“Not one you’re ever going to see, what do you want Jungkook?” you asked, already exhausted from his conversation.
“You okay? You seem tired,” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I’m fine,” you yawned.
The past couple of days you’d been pulling all nighters studying for your other classes and tutoring Jungkook, as well as working at the library and making sure that everything runs smoothly for this production. It was starting to weigh heavy on you.
“Look kinda pale, have you eaten?” he asked, coming closer.
“I don’t have time for this Jungkook, go meet up with Jin so that you can get your measurements taken for your costumes. I think I got a few that might work, but there might need to be alterations and-”
“Do you want to go get something to eat after this?” he asked out of the blue.
“W-what?” you asked, turning to look at him with wide eyes.
“I mean, nothing fancy. But fuck even a bagel would be fine, you look like you’re gonna collapse,” he announced.
“Jungkook, I’m fine. Now either go get fitted for your costume or flirt with the undergrads, I’ve got other things to do,” you sneered. The second the words came out of your mouth you regretted them. He was just trying to be helpful at the very least. He didn’t have to be nice to you, fuck he was good at not being nice. But in the moment where he decides to show some semblance of kindness, you kick him to the curb. “Listen I’m-”
“No, I get it. If I start getting concerned about your well being, I must want to get in your fucking pants. So sorry, forget I asked,” he said, brushing past you and hitting his shoulder with yours. You sighed and rubbed the bridge of your nose, feeling a tension headache coming on fast.
“Are you alright, Y/N?” Hoseok, the gentleman playing Mercutio asked. “You’ve taken on a lot of responsibility, maybe you should go home for the day and we’ll just read lines-”
“No, it’s fine. I’m good, Hobi, thanks for asking,” you played off before heading towards a larger group of people... Desperate to forget the faint feeling curling up your spine.
* * *
It was two hours into rehearsals and you were really not feeling good. You kept telling yourself that it was just the lights and exhaustion. You were going to be fine. You’d go home after this and relax, make sure that everything would work out just fine. That’s all you had to do first.
Jungkook had kept his distance from you, only speaking to you when his character required it. You felt terrible, truly. You hadn’t meant to snap it’s just, seeing him being praised by everyone, when a week ago they were all ready to fuck him over and tell Mrs. Abernathy that he was on his own. It was so fake, so cruel.
“You okay?” Jimin asked, coming forward.
“Yeah, everyone keeps asking me that. And I keep saying that I’m fine, honestly,” you said. Jimin frowned.
“You look weak,” he said, crossing his arms.
“I’m okay, rehearsal is almost over. I’ll go home and get some rest,” you smiled.
“We’re going Scene 5 of Act I,” Jimin said. “Baekhyun wants to make sure that the ambient lighting he ordered looks right for the halls of the set,” he explained.
You nodded, it was a smart idea. “I’ll go get ready. Can you find Chanyeol and tell him I’m going on stage and need him to direct for me?” Jimin nodded but quickly held your shoulders. “If you don’t want to do this you don’t have to. We can call it for the night, we’ve done a lot already,” Jimin suggested.
“No, another hour won’t kill me,” you reasoned before handing off your clipboard and going towards the stage.
As much as you didn’t want to admit it, you really wanted to say yes. But what would everyone think then? Can’t last through a three hour rehearsal and she’s our Stage Director? What bullshit...
You can’t let everyone else down, so you’ll just do the scene and call it... Do the scene, and call it.
Not paying attention, you missed the last step heading to the stage and collided into a wall of muscle. Of course. “Sorry,” you whispered before moving to get off stage. A warm palm wrapped around your wrist.
“Y/N,” Jungkook’s voice soothed. “You really need to stop,” he said, almost pleading.
“It’s one scene Jungkook, I can do it,” you said.
“It’s one scene, it’s one beer, it’s one shot, do you hear yourself? Y/N, if you keep pushing you’re going to hurt yourself,” he declared.
“Jungkook,” you said, turning to face him. “This is my future, I have to get used to it at some point. We’re called starving artists for a reason. To express yourself in your art is more meaningful than food or water-”
“That’s bullshit, don’t give me that. You need to eat and you need to sleep right the fuck now,” he argued.
“Just leave it Jungkook!” you yelled. Everyone’s eyes were on the two of you.
“Then make me a promise,” he demanded.
“What?” you asked.
“Make me a fucking promise,” he held out his pinky. You scoffed and crossed your arms.
“A pinky promise?” you clarified.
“Don’t undermine the power of the pinky promise. If you break it I’ll cut your finger off,” he warned. You rolled your eyes and linked pinkies. “After this scene, you’re going to let me take you home with Taehyung so you can rest.”
“I promise,” you sealed.
“Don’t lie, cause you’ll lose a pinky,” he warned.
“Just not my right one, he’s my favorite,” you begged.
“Definitely will cut off the right one.”
The air felt cleared as you and Jungkook headed towards your positions. Everyone was in place and Chanyeol yelled action. Baekhyun hit the lights and the scene progressed fluidly. Min Yoongi took his place as Capulet, your father, which made you laugh. Yoongi seemed a more lackadaisical Capulet, but when he got into with Montague, played by Yugyeom, it was rather intense to say the least. Jimin was ready by Yoongi’s side as Count Paris, your suitor.
You watched as the scene unfolded, until Wendy came up beside you. She was the person playing as your Nurse. “You feeling alright, Y/N? You look a litt-”
“Hey, Y/N, time for you to head out,” Kai instructed. You gave Wendy a nod before the two of you went forward.
It was so bright out there, everything reflected harshly and it sort of made your head hurt. Not like it didn’t already, but that's besides the point. Everything was blending together. The lights and sound, you heard something like Jungkook’s voice.
“True beauty till this night!” he announced. You knew you must look a mess, but really this was a dry run. Surely everything would be okay. The scene was close to being over.
Wendy pulled you around to your proper spot before Jimin took your hand to start the dance. You knew it well, however in this state you found yourself heavily relying on Jimin’s movements to keep you steady. You cast a glance over Jimin’s shoulder to see Jungkook looking at you with frustration and... worry? But before you could make the decision of what emotion bothered his face Jimin had turned you around and it was forgotten.
You were handed off to one of the maskers and Jungkook interrupted your dance.
He fed you your cues, and you followed slowly, obviously off. However, if you just got through this last section...
“O then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do. They pray: grant thou, lest faith turn to despair,” he said, becoming closer.
Jungkook’s face was fading out of your vision.
“Jungkook,” you breathed before you felt your legs give out.
You felt yourself swirling in a pit of dark consciousness. As if you were sleeping, but your mind was alert.
“Damn it, you dumbass. I told you,” Jungkook’s voice came through your thoughts.
“Y/N!” Taehyung’s worried tambre came from your left.
“I’m gonna get the nursing students! Keep trying to talk to her!”
“Y/N! Wake up,” Taehyung whimpered. You heard rustling and felt your upper half being lifted.
“Is she alright?” Namjoon yelled from backstage, coming forward from the sound of his footpath.
“Passed out,” Taehyung said.
“Check her pulse,” Namjoon said.
You felt a cool hand touch your wrist and could feel your own breath hitting your face.
“She’s breathing, but her pulse is kind of low,” Jimin answered.
The world became muddled and everyone’s voices weren’t distinguishable.
“Move aside please!”
Unfamiliar voices came from your right. Students?
“Are there any injuries?”
“No I caught her before she fell,” Jungkook explained.
“Okay, have you tried to get her to come to?”
“She’s not responding to anything, but she’s breathing,” Jimin said.
“Alright, let our teacher know we are bringing in a possible dehydration and malnutrition case. We need an IV...”
Their voices faded away as you tried to open your eyes. But you found that you wanted to sink deeper and deeper into sleep.
“Alright bring the gurney in!”
Slowly, you were lifted into the air and placed on a cold surface. Someone’s hand was locked in yours as you made your way out of the performing arts center. Metallic doors shut and it was still. You must be heading towards the infirmary wing.
“What’s your relationship with the patient?”
“I’m her boyfriend.”
Then you fell into unconsciousness.
* * *
Your head throbbed and your tongue sat heavy in your mouth. You moved your shoulder, trying to open exhausted eyes. Peaking one open you gazed around the room.
Bright white and faded pastels greeted you as your vision cleared. The room was bare save for Taehyung falling asleep in the chair next to your bed. Slowly, you reached out for him. Taehyung was in different clothes than the last time you saw him. How long had you been here?
“Ta-e,” you croaked, voice sounding foreign to your own ears. Taehyung perked up in his seat, eyes falling on you immediately.
“Holy shit! Y/N!” he exclaimed, rushing forward and wrapping his arms around you. “Don’t you dare do that shit to me again, what the fuck you dumbass,” he cried, hiccuping into your hair.
“Tae,” you complained, bringing your hand up to rub his forearm. “Can I have some water,” you asked. Quickly, Taehyung pulled away and went to get your request.
“Here, sip slow,” he encouraged. You did so and Taehyung pet your hair softly.
“What happened?” you wondered out loud.
“Dehydration, malnutrition and anemia,” Taehyung answered.
“You worked yourself too hard, idiot,” Taehyung scolded.
“I-I, I’m sorry, I let everybody down. Holy-oh damn, I’m so sorry-”
“Shut up, bossy lady,” Jungkook’s voice came through the room.
Taehyung and you both turned to look at him. Against your own reasoning, your heart beat accelerated. You swallowed thick and put your head down.
“What do you want, Jungkook?” you asked.
“You passed out, being my partner in this, I thought I should come and see how you were doing,” he explained.
“Since when did you care so much?” you grumbled. Jungkook sighed and rubbed his face.
“Anyways, you’ve only been out for a few hours,” Taehyung soothed.
“Thank you,” you said, keeping your eyes downcast.
“For what?” Taehyung asked.
“For staying here with me Tae, you didn’t have-“
“I didn’t, Jungkook's been here a majority of the time. I went to yours and got you some clothes. The students said you could leave and go home once you woke up. Jungkook is the one who-”
“Taehyung, shut the fuck up,” Jungkook warned. You looked over to him and raised an eyebrow.
“You stayed with me?” you questioned. Jungkook bit his lip and looked at his shoes.
“Yeah. Taehyung was too overwhelmed and everyone else was trying to figure out what the fuck was going on, so it just made sense,” he reasoned.
“It was crazy, he carried you out like a movie star! A real Romeo,” Taehyung teased.
“Taehyung,” Jungkook growled.
“Oh stop the pissing contest. Taehyung, can I have my clothes please?” you asked. He nodded and walked over to the door and went out, leaving you and Jungkook alone in the fluorescent lights.
“You scared the fuck out of me you know,” Jungkook whispered. Your head perked up and you gazed at him in shock.
“Don’t do stupid shit like that again. You’re smarter than that,” he grumbled.
“I don’t want to have to see you like this again. I-It bothers me to see you with all this shit around you,” he huffed, looking off to the side. His cheeks were tinged pink and your heart thrummed against your chest.
“Hey, Y/N! I got your clothes,” Taehyung announced, coming back in with a grin on his face.
“Feel better, Y/N, I think I’ll manage to practice tonight so you just take it easy,” Jungkook said, turning on his heel and heading out the door.
“Jungkook wait-” you started, before you attempted to get out of bed. But Taehyung grabbed your waist before you could even get close to doing what you wanted.
“Hold your horses, and take them to the old town road before you start moving and shit,” Taehyung complained, forcing you to take a seat. “What’s gotten into you?”
“What, what do you mean? I feel fine, so don’t worry,” you shush him, putting your hand up.
“Bitch sit your slightly too big ass down,” Taehyung said.
“The fuck did you just say?” You growled, looking at Taehyung with murderous intent.
“Calm down, you’re just being so antsy, it’s not like you,” he stated, raising a brow in your direction.
“Well I want to help him, we’ve been practicing all of this for so long,” you said, looking at the ceiling in defeat.
“We still have two full weeks before curtain, don’t make it so we have to do it without you because you got yourself put in an actual hospital,” Taehyung commented.
“I won’t Tae, I promise. I’ll go home and get some rest,” you assured your startled friend.
“You better, because we’ve got an A to get bitch, let’s get it!”
* * *
It was the night before curtain.
You’d done as promised and kept to a much more regular sleep schedule and ate healthy meals to keep you going. But there was Jungkook too.
Ever since that day you passed out, he’d changed.
He was quieter around you. Not joking like he would with the other students. Not that this bothered you at all... Okay maybe a little.
Especially when he would flirt with your fellow students.
That, for some reason, really grinded your gears.
Jungkook, however, was the picture of a perfect student with your help.
Showing up on time, lines memorized and ready to cooperate. It was odd to see such a change. But you guessed that he really didn’t want to fail. And neither did the rest of you.
Although, you and Jungkook still hadn’t practiced your stage kisses. You knew they were going to be real ones, but you weren’t sure you could handle that at this point. With all the weird things happening with Jungkook and your brain in general, you weren’t sure what to do. Jungkook had just kissed your forehead when it was time to do the stage kisses, but that certainly wasn’t going to convey a deeply in love couple.
Taehyung reassured you that when the time was right you would be able to kiss and everything would turn out fine, but in reality, you were just nervous as hell. You hadn’t ever really kissed someone before. The only thing that had come close was when you gave Jungkook water in your apartment!
Just the thought of it had your face heating up in a hurry. So you quickly fanned yourself, trying not to freak out.
“Hey, Y/N,” Jungkook’s voice came from behind you. You jumped, turning around quickly to scold him, when you stopped. He looked concerned about something.
“Everything alright Jungkook?” you asked. He nodded, but grabbed your wrist and started to pull you away into the wings of the theatre.
“I need to talk to you,” he said.
“Okay?” you said back, confused. But then your mind began to race. What could he want? Did you do something wrong? Had you done something that made him uncomfortable? What was he so concerned about?
“We need to start kissing for real, otherwise Abernathy will tan our hides. I don’t want to do anything you’re uncomfortable with, but I think that we should do a couple practice ones before just so we aren’t awkwardly trying to figure it out on stage,” he explained.
That was all.
That was fine. It was normal. People your age kissed other people all the time right? This was a totally normal thing for him to ask. Especially since your characters were supposed to be in love. You had to kiss. It was supposed to happen. But were you supposed to be this nervous about the whole thing? Was your mind supposed to be racing like this the whole time you were thinking about it because you were pretty sure-
“Y/N?” Jungkook asked, looking at you expectantly.
Then you realized you’d been standing there like an idiot without answering him.
“Oh fuck, I’m sorry,” you said, putting your hand on your head.
“Are you alright? Have you been eating and everything? Do you need water?” he asked, genuinely concerned for your well being.
“Yes, yes Jungkook I’m fine. It’s okay. Honestly. I-I just spaced out is all,” you answered lamely.
“Okay, so, what do you think. Can... Can I kiss you?” he questioned.
“Um, yes. That’s fine. But, we... Not here, let’s go up to the light booth,” you suggested.
“Um, why?” he asked, as you started dragging him up the steps towards the booth.
“Because, it’s quiet up there and... Uh, no one can see us?” you offered.
“I’m not gonna, like, stick my tongue down your throat or anything. We just need to kiss,” he said like it was the simplest thing in the world.
The pair of you entered the lighting booth and you shut and locked the door. Jungkook looked at you with confusion written on his face, but didn’t say anything.
You stood there, looking at him expectantly.
“Well?” you asked.
“What?” he answered.
“Are you gonna kiss me or not?” you asked.
“Y/N, you seem to be getting a little confused here. When I say I’m going to kiss you, I mean I’m just going to, ya know. Kiss you, not like, grope you or something,” he said, rubbing his neck awkwardly.
“No, I know, it’s just...” you trailed off.
“Just what?” he persisted.
“Imayhaveneverkissedanyonebefore,” you rushed out.
“I’m sorry, you’re gonna have to slow that one down speedy gonzales,” he said, looking at you in confusion.
“I may have... never kissed anyone before,” you said slower this time.
Jungkook gawked at you for a moment.
“What?!” you squeaked.
“I know, it’s super lame and I’m a pathetic little virgin who doesn’t know what she’s doing but that’s not the problem here. Just kiss me and get it over with!” you said.
“Y/N,” Jungkook said, walking closer.
Your heart jumped into your throat. Watching him come closer and closer to you as you decided if you wanted to bail or not. Fuck everything, because you weren’t sure what you wanted right now. But one thing was for sure, when Jungkook had you backed up against that wall, your heart was beating so loudly it was almost certain that he could hear it.
“Jungkook... You’re getting kinda close,” you said quietly.
“You said to kiss you, I can’t kiss you from across the room,” he said, putting a hand next to your head against the door.
“Jungkook,” you said his name softly.
“Yes, Y/N?” he said, cool as a cucumber.
“Maybe we shouldn’t do this,” you said, turning your face away from his. When he gently grabbed your chin and pulled you to face him once more.
“You’re so skittish, like a little bird. It’s okay dove, I’ve gotcha,” he reassured you.
“I-I,” you whispered, looking deeply into his eyes.
“Shhh,” he said, coming closer.
You closed your eyes.
Feeling the soft pressure of his lips against yours was... overwhelming to say the least. He kissed you softly, and briefly. It lasted maybe five seconds. But you weren’t too sure. Jungkook started pulling away, when you did the unexpected.
You grabbed his shirt and pulled him back to your lips.
All the words that were too confusing to say. Everything that you’d felt over the last three months, heck especially these last two weeks were flooding into your kiss. Anger, frustration... But also, fear, longing, and... maybe? Affection.
Jungkook made a muffled noise against you, but you were too scared for this moment to end. You didn’t want to let him go. Because if you did, then you may never catch him again. You weren’t going to sugar coat it. You weren’t really the prettiest thing or the most daring girl out there. But you loved yourself and loved what you did, and that passion is hard to find nowadays.
Jungkook grabbed your shoulders and pushed away from you for a second before looking at you in confusion.
“Jungkook... I’m sorry I didn’t mean to come onto you like that. That was extremely inappropriate-”
“No, Y/N, that’s not it. It’s just. I didn’t know... Y/N... do you... do you like me?”
You thought about it for a moment. Did you like Jungkook? Your heart was racing and your mind was reeling.
But your mouth was opening before you could even stop yourself.
“What if I said yes?”
Jungkook’s face turned tumultuous. You should’ve known better than to show your cards to the shark.
“Y/N,” he whispered.
“It’s fine Jungkook, I shouldn’t-”
“I’m sorry I can’t be who you need, but if you want to use me... Use my body, I can do that, I just-I don't have a heart to give you,” he said lamely. You knew it was a line he used frequently. Just by the way he said it.
“Jungkook, you have a heart. You just are too scared to give it away to anyone.” You swallowed. “I should’ve known better.”
Jungkook reached out for you as you started to walk out of the booth. “Hey come on, don’t make me seem like the bad guy here. I never said I was gonna date you, I just said I would kiss you so that you wouldn’t be so nervous to do it on stage, don’t blow this out of proportion,” he said.
You ripped your hand from his and turned on him with a fierce look in your eyes.
“Listen good Jeon Jungkook. You are one of the most vexing individuals I have had the misfortune to know for my entire school career. You are constantly asking for handouts and for people to pity you. When we both know you are entirely capable of learning, and doing things for yourself. I don’t know why you feel like you need to play the victim in every scenario, but it gets old really fast. You don’t need my help anymore, and I don’t need yours so, let’s just agree to be lovers on the stage,” you couldn’t help it, but you choked up at the last part.
“What the fuck is your deal? Play the victim? I don’t-”
“Shut your fucking mouth Jungkook, I don’t want to listen to this, I’m leaving,” you said, opening the booth and running into Taehyung shortly thereafter.
“Um, they said we need to run-”
“I’m done for the day. We’ve practiced enough. Send everyone home for the night,” you said, walking down the steps and out the doors. You heard Taehyung talking to Jungkook but you weren’t concerned with what it was.
All you knew was your heart was broken.
* * *
Crying in your room that night was moderately sad and humiliating. But mostly, you just felt foolish. How had Jungkook and his stupid little smile made it’s way into your heart? And when?
You guess that during your sessions you’d stopped acting...
You genuinely thought his jokes were funny, even if he was copying some of Jin’s jokes... Every smile, every wink, it all read differently to you. You really thought he... Really thought he liked you.
“Let me in you sad bitch,” Taehyung’s voice came from your front door.
You hurried towards your entryway because for you to hear him in your room meant that he was probably screaming his head off in your hallway. And you really didn’t need another noise complaint because of the little weasel. Even if he was your best friend.
“What,” you asked flatly, looking at your best friend, arms full of snacks.
“I come bearing gifts,” he smiled.
“I don’t want them,” you sniffed, raising your head and turning it away from him.
“Don’t be a little shit, let me in so you don’t have to be sad all by yourself,” he said, shoving himself inside the room.
You rolled your eyes and watched as he waddled inside your apartment. Situating himself on the couch he grabbed your remote and scrolled through the channels. You leaned against the entrance to your bedroom, looking at him as he pressed play on the new Ghost Adventures episode.
“Well,” you said, raising a brow.
“We both know you’re upset, don’t pick a fight with me right now,” Taehyung warned.
“You spoke with Jungkook after I left,” you said, rubbing your elbow.
“Yeah, I asked him who the fuck he thought he was and why he played you like he did, and I wanted to ask you why you couldn’t see it,” he said, eyes turning sharp and looking into you.
“I-I couldn’t tell the difference after a while. I really started to enjoy his company, I really started to-to like him Tae,” you whimpered, the tears started hot again, coming down your face.
Taehyung was by your side in a second.
“Babe, don’t cry you’re gonna make me cry,” Taehyung whimpered.
“Did-Did he say anything else?” you asked.
“No, I was too busy running after you to really interrogate him. He’s not worth it, he’s not worth this Y/N, you have to believe me. I understand you wanted him to be more, but he’s not your Romeo. He’s not someone that wants love,” Taehyung said.
“Everyone wants love, and the people who seem like they want it least, want it the most,” you corrected.
“Don’t be a little know it all, just, come here,” Taehyung mumbled, bringing you into a tight hug.
“After tomorrow you never have to see his stupid face again.”
You showed up, performed your heart out and the whole class got an A.
Even Jeon Jungkook.
Mrs. Abernathy was proud of the production and gave you and Jin special letters of recommendation for your futures.
You hardly saw Jungkook for about a month after that. A rare appearance in the halls of your college but, otherwise. He was a ghost.
But the heartache was still very much present.
Taehyung tried to convince you he wasn’t worth it, but there was something in you that told you otherwise. That there was something more, that you weren’t the only one feeling this way. But, you tried not focusing on him and the pain. You just... existed.
You went to class, participated but overall?
You weren’t nearly as devoted as you usually were.
Taehyung noticed almost immediately.
“I swear if this is about Jungkook-”
“Tae, it’s really nothing. I’m fine,” you tried to push him away, but he was as persistent as a bad case of lice.
“You’re not fine, Y/N. You’re holed up in here all day, you took a majority of online classes this semester. If this is over him, Y/N I’m telling you-”
“He’s not worth it, he’s not worth it. I know Taehyung! You tell me every day that I shouldn’t be this heartbroken, but I am! I can’t help how I feel. How I’ve felt about him since... Since we were younger,” you said softly.
Taehyung sighed, rubbing his face. “Come out with me, lets go get a coffee or something,” Taehyung suggested. Only for you to shake your head and go back into your bedroom.
There’s only one solution to this, Taehyung thought.
Get to the root of the problem.
And the root was a weed called Jeon Jungkook.
* * *
Jungkook woke up with an empty bed.
The girl he slept with must’ve let herself out.
His head ached from the night before. The loud music and lights from the club no doubt had a hand in his raging migraine. He went out and noticed that there was already coffee on, he took some black, and before he could stop himself he sprinkled a little salt in, something that had become customary in his morning routine.
But he couldn’t help but pause this time.
A banging at his door caused a sharp pain behind his eyes to make him almost drop his coffee. Jin was more than likely still asleep so he hurried to answer the door to avoid the wrath that was Jin in the morning.
“Yeah yeah yeah, I hear you hold on-what?”
Jungkook was confused.
There stood Kim Taehyung. Someone he really didn’t expect to see ever again in his life.
“You have some nerve Jeon Jungkook,” Taehyung said, standing in front of the younger male.
“I really don’t know what you’re talking about, did I sleep with an ex of yours or something?” he asked, rubbing his head slowly.
“No, but you fucked up with my best friend and now we’re going to get to the bottom of it,” Taehyung said, barging his way inside. Jungkook was so stunned that he just shut the door and let him walk into his living room.
“So what are you here for exactly?” Jungkook asked, sitting down on the couch.
“I’m here to find out what the fuck you said to Y/N to make her shut down like she has,” Taehyung said, eyes burning with a ferocity Jungkook had never seen from the usually happy go lucky man.
“I-I don’t really remember-”
“Don’t bullshit me Jungkook. I was right there outside the light booth that day, you rejected Y/N, but what did you say to her?”
Jungkook sighed and looked at him.
“I told her the truth.”
Taehyung scoffed, rolling his eyes to top off the expression of disbelief. “You told her the truth huh? Told her that you’re a fucking pansy who can’t commit to anything or anyone?”
“No, you listen Jungkook. Whatever you did during your tutoring sessions with Y/N, changed something between the two of you. She hardly leaves her apartment, she doesn’t hang out with her friends, whatever you said to her into the lighting booth must’ve really hurt, so I’m here to find out how bad the damage is so I can try to salvage the person she is, because you fucked her over so hard,” Taehyung growled.
Jungkook swallowed hard.
You weren’t hanging out with people? You were isolating?
“I told her that we could fuck, but I’m not going to date her. I-I told her I didn’t have a heart to give her,” Jungkook mumbled.
Taehyung laughed, a somber sound that Jungkook didn’t know could come from the man.
“You absolute fuck.”
“I told her the truth, Taehyung. I don’t know what you want from me,” Jungkook said, trying to keep his flippant attitude.
“You know she won’t let me say anything bad about you. She thinks it’s her fault, she pushed you into a corner. When in reality, you pushed her off a cliff. You’re such a fuckhead Jungkook. The genuine article, truly,” Taehyung scoffed.
“S-She won’t?” Jungkook said, looking down at his coffee cup in his hands.
“She’s too nice, too forgiving. You could live a thousand lifetimes and not deserve her,” Taehyung glowered.
“It’s not up to you to decide if I deserve her,” Jungkook snapped quickly.
Taehyung raised a brow at the tone in Jungkook’s voice. What was that? Was that defensive?
“Unless you aren’t really indifferent to Y/N, unless you feel the same way!”
Jungkook’s cheeks turned bright pink as he tried to get the image of your soft features out of his mind. Taehyung smirked, so the great fuck boy Jungkook was falling for the drama nerd. How poetic.
“You’re right though. It’s not up to me, who she decides she wants in her life is entirely up to her. But I want you to know something,” Taehyung said, leaning in.
Jungkook couldn’t help but do the same.
“She’s hurting right now, and it’s your fucking fault. So either fucking do something about it or, let her down easier. Don’t hurt my friend any more than you already have, Jungkook. Please, she’s too kind for her own good-”
“I remember,” Jungkook sighed.
“Then don’t take advantage of that anymore,” Taehyung said.
“Oh, one final thing Jungkook,” Taehyung announced, turning to square up with him.
Jungkook was cut off with a harsh fist in the face. Jungkook fell backwards, coffee cup shattering on the ground and slicing his forearm. Not enough to need stitches, but enough for it to burn.
“Fuck you for hurting my friend,” Taehyung said, shaking his wrist and turning on his heel and heading out the door.
Jungkook watched as the man left, and a deep pit in his stomach grew.
* * *
You finally left your apartment for the first time in a long while. To be fair it was for only the essentials.
Cup noodles and some other cheap easy to make food that would keep your belly full for the time being. But if you were being honest, you couldn’t really taste what you were consuming anyways.
It was late, probably past ten o’clock and you were walking around in your pajamas and not really thinking too much as you handed your card over to the clerk. You paid for your food and gathered up your bags and headed towards the door.
You let the wind bite your cheeks.
Slowly, you made your way home. You made it to your apartment building when the acrid smell of alcohol burned your nose. You looked around and saw someone laying in the bushes outside your building.
“Ew, come on,” you complained. Just as you were about to turn and go on your merry way, the person on the ground moaned.
“Juuuuu,” a deep voice hiccuped.
Your heart stopped in your chest.
Gently you placed your items on the ground and headed towards the individual. Looking at the boots you already knew who it was.
“Jungkook,” you whispered.
“Juuu,” he groaned, turning over and attempting to move.
Why was the universe throwing fastballs when you were still in the little leagues here?
“Jungkook,” you said a little louder. His head lifted from the ground, his bleary eyes met yours and the dope smiled.
“Y/N! You’re there!”
“Yes Jungkook, I live here,” you sighed.
“I know, I ‘member, ‘s why I came by,” he murmured, sitting up on his knees.
“Jungkook you should go home,” you said, moving to turn away.
“Wait, pwease, lissten-I wanna talk to you,” he slurred, already trying to stand up.
“There’s nothing to talk about, Jungkook,” you declared, turning around when you heard his hoarse voice cry out for you.
“Pleeeaassseee, Y/N, dun leave me out here. I juss wanna talk,” Jungkook pleaded, eyes bright in the dark.
You sighed, looking up at the stars in the sky and you knew you were going to cave.
You always would.
“Can you stand?” You asked, looking at his state.
“Um, maybe?” He questioned, going to stand up when he wobbled on his feet and fell forwards. You rushed towards him to catch him, but forgot how bulky the man actually was, causing him to collapse on you in a heap of drunken confusion.
You huffed out a breath, looking up at Jungkook whose face was inches from your own. Now, you had a good look at him. Even in the dark you could see the purpling of his skin. You didn’t even think before bringing your fingers to the damaged skin and looking at it with concern.
“Ouch,” Jungkook said when you ran your finger across his cheek.
“Who did this to you?” you asked, grazing along the lines of his swollen skin.
“Dosn madder,” Jungkook said, pushing up off of you and rolling onto his back.
“Yes it does, who hit you?” You asked as Jungkook managed to stagger to his feet.
“I deserved it,” he gritted out, suddenly sounding more sober than he had earlier.
“Jungkook I doubt you deserved getting punched in the-well, maybe I can’t say that,” you said, rubbing your face awkwardly.
“I deserved it,” he repeated, walking down the street on wobbly deer legs that had you worried he’d fall into traffic.
“Jungkook!” You cried when he stumbled over the curb. Rushing forward you grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the road and towards you. “Come back to mine, sober up and then head home.”
Jungkook knew that he shouldn’t be entitled to your kindness, especially after how mean and heartless he’d been towards you that day. He was surprised you had managed to pull off acting the day after with him during the showcase.
It truly was a testament to you, and your ability to be professional.
Jungkook felt horrible suddenly.
Both mentally and physically.
“Oh fuck,” he choked before doubling over and vomiting on the street. You sighed and rubbed his back as he retched.
When he was done you brought out some tissues and wiped his mouth, tossing them into the garbage next to you. “Come on,” you encouraged, holding your hand out for him to take.
Jungkook’s drunken mind couldn’t resist the feeling of your skin on his, so he took your hand. You led him up the stairs. Jungkook followed, eyes big as he watched your hair flow back towards him. He could smell your shampoo and it made him want to fall asleep.
Soon you were unlocking your apartment. Jungkook leaned against the wall, looking over the railing and getting vertigo so he quickly came back to you.
You pushed your door open and ushered Jungkook inside, getting him settled on the couch. You tugged his shoes off, putting them by the door. You took your own off and ran to the kitchen to get him some water and mints.
When you returned, Jungkook was passed out on your couch. You couldn’t help the soft smile that made its way to your face.
Carefully, you laid him down and covered him with a soft blanket.
“Sweet dreams, Jungkook.”
* * *
You woke up to the smell of something burning.
Quickly you hauled yourself out of bed and ran towards the kitchen. There you saw Jungkook looking at a piece of bread with moderate confusion. He must’ve sensed you staring at him because he turned with a shy smile on his face.
“Normally I don’t have this much trouble with toast,” he admitted.
“Mine’s broken, you can only put it on setting one so it doesn’t burn,” you said.
“Ah, I see,” Jungkook sighed. “Well have you seen those life hacks where you can-”
“Jungkook,” you said, stopping him.
He silenced himself quickly.
“You were drunk, outside my apartment building. Why?” you asked, not beating around the bush.
“Because I wanted to apologize, but I felt so damn guilty that I thought I’d do some shots of liquid courage before I came here to talk to you. But two shots turned into a few more and suddenly I’m shit faced outside your apartment building at some godforsaken hour,” he said.
You took his words in.
“Apologize?” you asked.
“Um, yeah. Apologize,” he said, rubbing his neck awkwardly.
“For?” you pushed.
“For being a dick, and not being considerate of your feelings when we spoke in the lighting booth,” he said, putting his hands together.
“Okay,” you said. “Apologize.”
Jungkook took a deep breath and looked you square in the eyes. “I’m sorry for being such a dick. I’m sorry for not taking the performance seriously in the beginning. And most of all, I’m sorry for hurting you and insulting you. I shouldn’t have suggested we have sex with no strings, that was disrespectful and rude to you.”
You nodded your head for a few moments.
“Okay,” you said again, going to move past him to get a second round of toast going.
“I have this odd feeling I’m not forgiven,” Jungkook said, biting his lip and turning to face you.
“It might be because I’m still thinking about whether I forgive you or not,” you said honestly.
Your heart pounded with each word.
Jungkook’s face fell. “I-I understand,” he said, swallowing hard.
“What you did really hurt me, Jungkook. I’m a person with feelings, not some object,” you lectured.
“I know that, fuck Y/N, I know. I messed up, I betrayed your trust or what little faith you had in me-”
“You did,” you nodded.
“But I’m honest when I say I didn’t mean to.”
You rolled your eyes.
“Why are you asking for forgiveness Jungkook? What’s one hurt girl compared to the tens of girls you’ve wronged before me?”
“B-Because they weren’t you.”
“Nice line, but you’re going to have to try another one,” you scoffed, trying to hide the shimmer of hope that started because of his words.
“I’m serious Y/N, they weren’t you. They placated me. Let me do whatever I want, you’ve never let me do that. You’ve challenged me, made me work to get what I want. I-I like that... I like... you,” Jungkook whispered.
Your heart jumped to your throat. He said everything you wanted to hear. Was he just that big of a fuck boy to know? Or was this a genuine confession.
Only one way to find out.
“I like you too, Jungkook,” you whispered, shutting your eyes tight. Hoping that he didn’t shatter you with your statement. You felt like a cracked wine glass, fit to crumble with a simple breath.
You waited for his laughter, for the mockery.
But when you opened your eyes, all you saw was Jungkook. A bright beaming smile on his face. “Y-You’re serious?” He asked, walking forward and taking your hands in his.
“Yes,” you grinned back, gripping his hands tightly.
“Fuck yeah!” He yelped, bringing your hands to his mouth to place an endearing kiss on them.
“Jungkook,” you blushed.
“Give me a chance, tell me I can call you mine,” he pleaded, looking up at you with such dreamy eyes that had your chest clenching in emotion.
“Jungkook I don’t know-we’re still-”
But before you could continue his lips were on yours.
You wanted to put up a little bit of a fight, but you couldn’t. Melting into his embrace you moved your mouth against his gingerly. You’d only ever kissed him, but the feeling was still overwhelming.
He pulled away slowly, eyes trained on your face.
“I should’ve let you finish, I’m sorry,” he said, biting his now damp lips.
“I know I should be mad, but I can’t be,” you sighed.
“So, before I rudely interrupted you-”
“Yes, I want you to call me yours. I want to call you mine,” you whispered. Jungkook beamed at you, grabbing your waist and pulling you to him in a flourish that was entirely too theatrical. But it was perfect.
“You’re mine and I’m yours,” Jungkook breathed over your lips, leaning to seal them together again.
As cheesy as it was to say it, your mouths fit together perfectly. Like ‘they were made for each other.’ However, it was the most accurate statement your distracted mind could think of while Jungkook practically ravaged your mouth.
“Fuck, I need you,” he growled, pulling away.
You flushed bright pink and Jungkook did the same.
Then the stammering began.
“I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean to say that-we don’t have to do anything, I wasn’t expecting-”
You brought your mouths together hurriedly. Jungkook’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, but you mimicked his motions from earlier, and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders to pull him closer. Jungkook grunted lightly, but kept your mouths together.
His hands stayed at your hips, but you wanted them to go further. To touch you more.
Lips smacking gently in the quiet room, you begged.
Jungkook’s eyes turned dark as he brought you even closer, if it were possible. But then, a softness took over his features. “Are you sure? We can just kiss, or just-um, hang out? Fuck I don’t know Y/N, but we don’t have to go all the way.”
“But I want to,” you urged, pushing him towards your bedroom with a force he didn’t know you possessed.
Suddenly, Jungkook’s back hit the bed. He blinked a few times before you were crawling on top of him, kissing up his neck clumsily before connecting your lips softly. Jungkook’s hands worked on instinct, running up your sides and landing just under your breasts.
You licked at his lips shyly, wanting him to open his mouth. Jungkook sat breathless for a moment, before doing as you desired, opening his mouth and letting you take control for a bit. Although after too long you bit down on his lip a little too hard and he winced, pushing you back by the shoulders gingerly.
“Baby,” the word rolled off his tongue too easily, but made your stomach fill with butterflies regardless.
“Sorry, sorry,” you apologized, just as out of breath as he was.
“Don’t be sorry, it’s just, you don’t have to know what you’re doing. If you need me to guide you, just tell me. I’ll help you,” Jungkook soothed, finding your hands and intertwining your fingers together.
“Okay, I will,” you nodded, leaning down to kiss him again.
Jungkook eagerly accepted your mouth and adjusted your chin gently, locking the two of you into the perfect kiss. His rhythm guided you along, you followed him breaking apart only to breathe for a few seconds before reconnecting your mouths.
His lips were addictive, plump and swollen from yours.
But there was something in his eyes that made you pull back for a moment longer than usual.
“What is it?” You asked, sitting up on his lap and suddenly you felt the problem.
Jungkook was hard, extremely so, against your thigh.
He flushed and sat up to move you so you wouldn’t touch him-but you grabbed his wrist.
“Show me how,” you said, settling back into his lap. Jungkook swallowed hard and angled your hips against his crotch.
“Push forward,” he encouraged, looking down at your clothed centers touching. You did as he said, pushing forward with your hips, causing Jungkook to moan softly. His hardness rubbed against you as well, making a small squeak escape from your lips. Jungkook’s ears picked it up though, causing him to look at you with a small smile.
“Does it feel good?” You asked, pushing again, watching as his face scrunched up. He nodded slowly, before grabbing your hip and grinding back against you. You gasped out, his hardened length brushing against your sensitive center surprising you. You wanted more.
Without much more urging, you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders and ground against him harshly. Jungkook groaned against your lips, making you look at him with a deviousness that had his heart pounding.
“Feels so fucking good,” he agreed, licking his lips. Your chest was throbbing along with his trapped length. You could feel the wetness leaking into your flimsy pajama shorts. Your panties were probably in a miserable state. With a direct thrust to your wet core, Jungkook watched your face and saw your eyebrows raise in surprise.
“C-Careful,” you begged.
“You like that babygirl?” He asked, biting his lips harshly as he moved again. You gripped his shoulders as you felt him grind against you.
“Y-Yes,” you whimpered out.
“You’re soaking those pathetic little shorts, you should take them off,” Jungkook said, a low growl in his voice.
“Okay,” you agreed, standing up off of him and pulling your shorts down to reveal your pastel yellow panties, a cute little bow in the center decorating the band.
“Mmm, maybe you should take those off too, they’re ruined anyways,” Jungkook suggested. You nodded slowly, pulling your panties off in a clumsy fashion. Just as you were about to toss your underwear to the floor, you looked up and saw Jungkook holding his hand out expectantly.
“Give them here babydoll,” he said, hand still extended palm up.
“I don’t think that was a question sweet girl, give me your panties,” Jungkook commanded, you swallowed hard and handed them over. Jungkook smirked and grabbed them and tucked them away in the pocket of his jeans.
“You plan on wearing those later?” You asked, irritated that he managed to embarrass you like this.
“I plan on stuffing them in your bratty little mouth if you keep talking back to me,” he snarled, standing up and taking your jaw in his hand.
The position would scare some, but you felt the light pressure, Jungkook wasn’t doing this to hurt you. He wanted you to fall into a character.
“Sorry sir,” you breathed. Jungkook’s eyes widened before his lips were on yours, desperately searching. His hand remained on your jaw, kissing you with a force that was surprising. Jungkook brought his other hand to your waist, bringing you closer to him while he ravished your lips.
You brought your hands up to rest on his wrist, kissing him back with a lack of technique but it seemed to egg Jungkook on more. He moved your mouth along with his, making you rub your thighs together as your center heated up even more.
“What’s wrong babydoll? Need something?” He asked, placing his hands on your shoulder and hip.
You swallowed hard, before grabbing one hand and placing it over your core. Jungkook’s eyes shot up in surprise. You angled your hips to rut against his hand gently, a soft whine coming from your lips causing Jungkook to move his fingers for you so you could grind down against his hand, giving you sharp pleasure you hadn’t felt before.
“Right there,” you encouraged, eyes sparkling in the morning light. Jungkook started rubbing a little harder, kissing your jaw while you panted into his ear.
“Is it good? Feel good on your little pussy baby? So wet, wanna taste you, eat you up,” Jungkook moaned against your skin.
“You can do whatever you want to me sir,” you whispered, hips bucking against his fingers.
“Yeah? Let me do whatever I want to your body? Think you could take it?” He asked, wrapping his fingers around your throat loosely.
“Make me take it,” you brought your hand up to his fingers and made him squeeze.
“My babygirl is so naughty, who knew,” he grinned salaciously.
“This isn’t fair, take your pants off too sir,” you whined, reaching for his zipper. His hand gripped your wrist, stopping you in your tracks.
“Baby,” he tutted. “Don’t get greedy now.”
You whimpered out again, but moved back to let Jungkook take over. He was quick to flip you on your back on your bed, where he previously found himself. But this time you were without shorts and panties and Jungkook wasn’t a man to let opportunity pass him by. Quickly, he was placing kisses on your thighs and all over your lower stomach. A soft mewl came from your mouth when he placed a gentle kiss to your clit. Jungkook looked at you for a moment, confirming this is what you wanted.
“Please sir, please eat me out,” you begged lightly.
Jungkook growled deep in his chest. But kissed your lower stomach lovingly, laving his tongue over your heated skin. “I will. Has anyone ever-”
“No,” you answered fast. “You’ll be the first.”
“Such a sweet thing and no one’s had a taste? How sad, but I plan to enjoy every minute,” Jungkook said, licking his lips in anticipation.
“Please, hurry. Make me feel good,” you pleaded. Jungkook’s eyes sharpened at you and you shrunk against your sheets.
“Don’t make me punish you little girl, I won’t be kind even if it is your first time,” Jungkook warned.
“Yes sir, I’ll be good, I’m sorry,” you said quietly. Jungkook moved from his position between your legs and went up to your mouth.
“I know you’ll be my good girl, won’t you? My good girl,” he confirmed before placing a solid kiss on your lips. You wound your fingers in his hair and pulled him closer. Jungkook groaned into your mouth, hand coming up to cradle your face and the other settled right underneath your breast. You felt his thumb rubbing right along where your bra would sit, waiting.
“You can touch me, I want you to touch me,” you encouraged, placing his hand on your chest gently, squeezing just enough to make your breath catch in your throat.
“I’ll touch you until you can hardly take anymore,” Jungkook smiled, placing another quick peck to your lips before settling between your legs.
Jungkook wrapped his arms around your thighs and spread you open for him. You blushed, cheeks turning hot as Jungkook marveled at your beauty. Carefully, you reached out and touched his face. His eyes snapped to yours and you gave a gentle smile. Jungkook placed a kiss to your wrist before finally moving down to your center.
Gingerly, as to not startle you, Jungkook made a big lick along your slit. You jolted despite yourself, breath catching in your chest. It was an unusual feeling, but not unpleasant. Not by far. Jungkook gauged your facial features and continued slowly. Making bigger lips to start, not focusing on any particular area, but bringing you little sparks of pleasure regardless.
Then, Jungkook licked over your clit for a just a moment, watching as your hands gripped the sheets a little tighter. So far you hadn’t been very vocal, and Jungkook was wondering if oral just wasn’t your thing or if you were nervous. Reaching up with one hand, Jungkook intertwined your fingers.
“Relax babygirl, it’s just me. I wanna make you feel good,” Jungkook said, kissing your center again.
“I just, don’t know what it’s supposed to feel like, so I don’t know what I’m supposed to be feeling,” you said, embarrassed.
“Does it not feel good?”
“It’s a little weird,” you confessed.
“So you don’t like it,” Jungkook said, looking a little put out.
“No no, just... Try it again, if I still don’t like it I’ll tell you,” you said.
Jungkook nodded before going back down, licking a little more directly against your clit. You felt a sharp pang of pleasure go through your lower stomach at the action. You shuddered in his hold, feeling the start of a fire in the base of your belly.
“J-Jungkook,” you whispered, biting your lip.
“Yeah?” he asked, lifting his head. You about kicked yourself for making him stop.
“Keep going, please keep going,” you begged
A bright smile took over his face as he nodded, diving back in with renewed vigor. Jungkook was eating you out like a man on death row would his last meal. His eyes were closed, face screwed up in pleasure as he continued to lick and slurp at your core with an intensity that bordered animalistic.
“O-oh!” you cried out, head throwing back against the bed in pleasure.
“Mmm, baby you taste so good,” he moaned. “Gonna make you cum like this.”
“Ah!” you gasped, gripping Jungkook’s hand tightly.
He kept up pace, sucking on your lower lips with a dastardly look on his face. You could feel the coil in your stomach tightening. The heat rushing up from your stomach to your neck and face as you panted in pleasure. Jungkook brought your clit into his mouth and sucked harshly. You cried out, tightening your hand on his as your mind started to spiral.
“Come on baby, I know you wanna cum. Just cum, you can do it babygirl,” he cooed, almost patronizingly. But you couldn’t help yourself, every flick of Jungkook’s tongue had your mind going blank and soon you felt your body spasm and a strike of white hot bliss flushed over your being.
“Jungkook!” you cried out, his hand the only thing keeping you grounded.
“Good girl, what a good girl you are Y/N, my precious girl,” Jungkook whispered softly as he brought you down from your high.
Your heart was pounding in your chest and you were breathless as you looked up at your ceiling. Jungkook placed a final kiss to your center before coming up and taking your lips in his. You could taste yourself on his lips, it wasn’t an unpleasant taste, just different. But, the longer you kissed in the brightening morning light of your bedroom, you found you couldn’t hold off anymore.
“Jungkook, I'm ready,” you said when he finally pulled back from you.
His eyes shone like two pieces of obsidian glass as you looked at him above you. Jungkook gave you a boyish smile before nodding quickly. His body heat was replaced with the cold of the room. Soon, he was stripping himself of his clothes, so you decided to pull the last remaining piece of your own off as well.
Jungkook was lean and built strongly, with a narrow waist and damn near perfect proportions. His arms came to embrace you as you kissed him. Jungkook licked at your lips slyly, having you open your mouth to accept him.
The wet sound of your kissing filled the room as Jungkook adjusted you on your bed. He arranged the pillows and even had you put one under your butt to lift your hips up better. He kept coming back to your lips for more and more kisses as he did this, making your heart shine with adoration.
Finally, Jungkook seemed appeased with your placement on the bed and then his face went pale.
“Fuck, I don’t have any condoms,” he frowned, rubbing his neck.
“I do, in the bedside drawer,” you said, pointing towards the piece of furniture.
“Gotcha,” Jungkook answered, scrambling off the bed towards the table. He opened the drawer, found the box and opened them with ease. You swallowed hard as he spit in his hand and rubbed his length a few times before rolling the condom on.
Soon he was back on your bed, crawling forward and placing random kisses all over your body.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.
“Thank you,” you flushed.
“Gonna make you feel how beautiful you are to me, how beautiful you are no matter what,” Jungkook said, mostly to himself.
“Is it gonna hurt?” you asked. Jungkook furrowed his brow.
“It might sting for a second but if it hurts more than that then you need to tell me,” Jungkook said. You nodded and nestled into the sheets reaching for him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him deeply.
“I trust you,” you breathed as you separated.
“I trust you too,” he said, a smile on his face.
Soon, Jungkook was lined up with your entrance and pushing in. He was right, it did sting a little bit, but what replaced the stingy achiness was the full feeling.
You gripped his forearm tightly, and Jungkook paused. “Are you okay?” he asked. You nodded, not trusting your voice at the moment.
“Need a second?” he questioned.
“Y-Yes,” you said. Jungkook brought himself down onto his elbows, kissing your forehead gently before another sweet kiss was pressed to your lips.
You could feel him everywhere, it made your heart race. Jungkook pulled back and you urged your hips forward, wanting more of him inside of you. He was eager to comply. Kissing you again he pushed forward the rest of the way and finally settle within you.
“Is that it?” you asked, panting slightly.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Jungkook chuckled lightly.
“Fuck, you’re huge,” you groaned, gripping the sheets tightly.
“Does it hurt?” he asked, worried.
“No,” you moaned out. Jungkook felt his stomach clench at the wanton sound of your voice.
“Want me to move baby? Want me to pound your pussy so hard you can’t leave this bed for the rest of the day?” he asked, teasing lilt in his voice.
“Yes sir, please!” you cried out.
Jungkook, despite wanting nothing more than to ravage your body, gave a few shallow thrusts to make sure that you were okay with the sensation. If the moan that came from you was anything to go by, he would say you were enjoying yourself.
“Fuck, pussy so tight, so good baby,” he moaned, pushing himself forward and smacking his hips into yours.
It felt like your blood was on fire in the best way possible. Jungkook was thrusting inside of you at a pace that was alarming, but felt so good you couldn’t tell him to slow down or stop. You honestly didn’t want him to either.
“S-Sir, so big, I-I can’t-”
Jungkook smirked before bringing your lips together in a passionate kiss.
“You can take it, can’t you baby? Or I’ll make you take it, stuff you so full of my cock that you won’t be able to think of anything else.”
“P-Please, give me more,” you begged, moving your hips back against his instinctively. Jungkook seemed happy to deliver, pounding against you so hard your body moved up the bed. Jungkook grabbed your leg, lifting it to his shoulder.
You cried out as he slipped even deeper inside of you. Jungkook groaned and kissed your calf before plowing into you at an even scarier speed.
“Fuck I can’t hold it,” he whimpered.
“It’s okay, I’m there. Touch me, touch me please,” you mewled. Jungkook nodded and brought his thumb to your clit, rubbing it diligently.
“Fuck fuck fuck, baby, so close, feels so good,” Jungkook cried out. The sweat had collected on his brow and was pooling down his spine.
“Jungkook!” you cried out at the cord inside of you snapped for a second time that night.
Jungkook couldn’t hold on as you tightened exponentially around him.
“Fuck Y/N!” he whimpered, curling forward as he emptied himself into the condom.
The two of you laid there in the afterglow, Jungkook was panting hard as if he’d ran a marathon. Your heart was in your throat as you ran your fingers through his sweaty hair.
“I really like you Y/N,” Jungkook whispered. “I’m not just saying that. I-I really am glad I can call you mine,” he breathed against your swollen lips.
“Me too,” you said, kissing him deeply. “Now, hurry up, we’re doing that until I can’t feel my legs.”
“Whatever my babygirl wants.”
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