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jungk0oksthighs · 1 year

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Against The Odds | My Time

Pairing - jungkook x reader, taehyung x reader

Genre - angst, smut, fluff, established relationship, ceo!jungkook, ceo!reader, attorney!taehyung

Word Count - 4k

Jungkook's patience is wearing thin, and your time is running out

Warnings: swearing, heavy angst, mentions and descriptions of kidnapping

FULL SERIES COLLECTION

Time. That’s what life bubbles down to, isn’t it? Time.

How much time we spent with loved ones. How much we didn’t.

The seconds fade into minutes, the hours into days and before you know it you’re suddenly nearing thirty years old with nothing to show for it aside from the beginnings of wrinkled skin and a few stray grey hairs. That’s the case for most of us, but of course there’s an exception to each and every rule of thumb.

Jeon Jungkook being the exception. CEO of Jeon Industries, proud billionaire, excellent businessman and soon to be husband to the love of his life. From an outsiders point of view Jungkook has it all. The wealth, the love, the connections; he’s the owner of everything that a man of status requires, anybody can see that. His family, friends, the paparazzi who gawk at him and wait three hours outside in the pouring rain for that one snap shot of him wearing an Armani suit.

But if there’s one thing Jungkook has learned recently, appearances can be deceiving.

It’s been one week since your birthday, one week since his penthouse apartment was broken into yet nothing of value taken. A whole seven days since you and he fought and he’d left in borderline tears. While a week doesn’t seem like a lengthy amount of time for most people, the past seven days has been an excruciatingly difficult period of time in his life.

Usually you are his rock, his anchor. You keep him grounded and support him through the darkest days, shining your ray of light on his future. It’s one of the many reasons he asked you to marry him, you are without a shadow of a doubt the only person he’s ever been able to see a future with. You’re smart, optimistic, caring. And you smashed straight through his emotional walls like a joyous wrecking ball with a bratty attitude wearing expensive lingerie. You’re the only woman Jungkook has ever truly loved, he’s memorised your tiny quirks and questionable habits – so of course he noticed when all these things he loves about you suddenly disappeared.

Your smile was the first to go, replaced with an empty looking shadow of a sinister grin. Next was your positivity, one day you were a glass half full type of girl and the next thing he knew the glass wasn’t even half empty – it ceased to exist.

Last night was the final straw for him, the nail in the coffin, the only absolute definitive proof he needed to confirm his suspicions. The woman living under his roof, sleeping in his bed and for all intents and purposes his fiancé – is not his fiancé. He likes to think he knows you pretty damn well, maybe not as much as your best friend Jimin does, but he knows the things that make you you.

Which is why when he caught ‘you’ throwing clothes over the closet floor in a frenzy, complaining about how you wanted to ‘reinvent yourself’ and ‘throw this old shit out’ he immediately grew suspicious. He eyed you cautiously as you held up a navy blue dress, one that Jungkook remembers very clearly in his mind as what you were wearing the night he first encountered you in Black Swan, with nothing but disgust in your eyes.

“Hey… I uh, got off work early.” Jungkook mumbled, watching you like a hawk from the corner of his eye. The bruising on your face was beginning to settle, and there were differences, teeny tiny insignificant ones that the untrained eye would probably miss, that he caught straight away.

It's no secret you and your sister are identical, but he knows you like the back of his tattooed hand. He knows all the scars, dimples, the texture, the tone of your skin. He knows you, he's seen you in all your glory on your best days and held you in the darkness of the bad days.

The woman in front of him isn't you.

You hadn’t bothered to look up at him standing against the doorway, didn’t greet him, didn’t throw your arms round his neck and tug him into a warm embrace or loving kiss like you usually did. No, you just stared at that god damn dress as though it was the ugliest article of clothing to ever exist. There was no nostalgic twinkle in your eye, heat didn’t rise to your cheeks at the memory of how Jungkook slid his inked fingers down every square inch of that same fabric before fucking you for the very first time. Your smile was empty, unbothered and tainted by the way you rolled your eyes at his arrival.

“Good for you.” You shrugged him off nonchalantly.

His muscles grew tense beneath his tailored grey suit, Taehyung had warned him not to lose his temper in front of you because they needed to find the real you as soon as possible. Letting his emotions get the best of him could possibly put you in danger. And so without thinking too much about it he quirked a thick brow, probing his tongue against the inside of his cheek in an attempt to stop the putrid insults he had waiting from escaping his lips.

“Did you go to work today?” He asked with deep breaths, busying himself by finding a lounge wear set to change into.

While his fingers dug into his drawers he peered over his shoulder, you were still sitting in front of the full-length mirror holding the navy dress. It was like something from a horror movie, the eeriness, the tension, the way he could’ve sworn your reflection displayed an evil smirk but when his eyes flickered to your profile it had completely vanished. Jungkook didn’t know how much more of this he could endure, but the prospect of you being held somewhere against your will, or worse, gave him the strength he needed to bite his tongue.

“No… I’m still pretty shaken up after the break in I guess.”

“Mhm.” Jungkook physically bit his tongue, until the metallic iron taste of blood tainted his mouth. “So what have you been doing today?”

It wasn’t like him to go into a different room to change, but ever since he’d connected the dots of who the woman sitting before him truly is – he’s made a conscious effort not to undress around her. Standing in the ensuite bathroom he slipped into his comfort clothes, fists balling tightly before they slid into his sweatpants. He can't keep doing this. When the ensuite door swung open thankfully he was already dressed, and his whole body grew equally as rigid as his jaw when you stood in front of him with an empty yet flirtatious smile.

“Waiting for you of course.” The purr landed on his ears like a swarm of blood thirsty mosquitos, draining him.

It took everything inside him not to grimace, stomach bile quickly rising to the back of his throat upon seeing your long eyelashes blink at him seductively. There were changes in the details of your face, your skin, down to the way your hair parted. Even if he wanted to be selfish and blissfully ignorant to the fact the woman in front of him was not the one he loved, he couldn’t. Because when your fingertips brushed up his abdomen, tugging up his hoodie in the process, those differences were the only thing he could concentrate on.

“I’m gonna go to the gym.” He barged past you, heart thundering inside his chest threatening to implode. He didn’t spare you a second glance, didn’t listen to whatever words you uttered under your breath. All that mattered in that moment was that he had to escape your presence before his wrath did the talking for him.

It took him five hours of hitting his favourite punching bag to calm down. Five hours of ignoring your texts and calls. Five hours of being anywhere but around you. Because deep down he knew the longer this scenario panned out for, the closer he got to quite literally killing ‘you’. And when he got home last night things went from bad to worse, the hairs on his body standing to attention before his physiological fight or flight response ultimately kicked in.

“Jungkookie… Why don’t you come to bed?”

“Not tonight, I’m tired.”

“You haven’t even kissed me since my birthday…” You said, feigning an upset pout.

"Haven't I?" His stare remained cemented to the television.

He knew full well he hadn't, how could he? You're not you. You might walk and talk, look and dress like you - but you're still not you. Being intimate with you right now is the last thing on his mind. He's only fucking doing this to protect you, keep you safe. At least that's what he says to himself to get him out of bed each morning.

"I guess there are ways you can make up for that though..." Your voice was low and sultry, burning his ears with each syllable. He didn't dare look in your direction, knowing that you were wearing lingerie in an attempt to lure him closer.

Fuck this. He’d thought. Fuck being a pawn in whatever sick and twisted game this was. Perhaps it was a foolish error to make, but he couldn't catch the scoff that emitted from his throat in time, fleeing the apartment within minutes. Bringing him here, the same guest bed he’d just woken up in mere moments ago. The one place he knows you’re avoiding like the plague.

Jungkook doesn’t know the details of how you and Jimin became best friends, but he knows that not even a single day goes by where the two of you don’t communicate. Up until one week ago.

The familiar comfort of the thick cotton sheets slide over his frame when he shifts in bed, stretching. Jungkook has been staying at Jimin and Yoongi’s place almost every night since the break-in, under the ruse of ‘working late in the office’.

Over the past few days himself, Jimin, Yoongi and Taehyung have been working their hardest to get to the bottom of this situation. A private investigator was hired, one who informed the group that no official police report had ever been filed after your birthday. It was a lie. It was all a lie.

Of course the other members of Jungkook’s trusted friends felt for him, they really did, having to live with you and act normal in your presence when they all know full-well that you are not you. For the others, avoiding you had been pretty effortless, giving the fact that you’d actively stayed away from them. But Jungkook hadn’t been so lucky.

The revealing outfits. The bitchiness. The blatant disregard for what had happened. The guilt trips. The attempts to lure him into bed. It’s all chipping away at his heart and truthfully he knows he doesn’t have much heart left to share.

“Hey…” It’s Jimin’s soft voice that pulls Jungkook from his thoughts, opening the guest bedroom door quietly. “Can I come in?”

With a lazy morning voice thickened with sleep Jungkook chuckles, sitting up in bed, “It’s your house Jimin.”

Your best friend smiles nodding once before stepping over the threshold, “I didn’t hear you come in last night, you should’ve woken me up.”

“Nah,” Jungkook frowns, pursing his lips, “You two were already in bed I didn’t want to disturb you, thanks for leaving your door open for me though.”

“Did she make a move on you again?”

“Mhm. Bolted out the apartment and came straight here, I should probably go back soon.” He sighs, feeling the weight of the world struggling to rest on his broad shoulders. He can’t keep doing this for much longer, he knows that, but he can’t risk the real you getting hurt because of his impatience either.

Jimin’s expression is nothing short of pained when he sits on the edge of the bed, keeping a good amount of distance between the two men, “She’s not there, the PI called about twenty minutes ago and said she left, he’s gonna try and follow her and see where she goes.”

“Mmm. Probably for the best.” Kook nods, fingertips messily combing his hair, "I'm getting pretty close to hitting a woman for the first time in my life."

“Jungkook…” Jimin sighs, averting his gaze to the corner of the room, “It’s been a week… Maybe we should go to the police. I-, I know pretending you’re okay is slowly killing you. You can’t keep living like this, and Y/N wouldn’t want—”

“Y/N is the only reason I’m doing this.” Jungkook bites, “You’re right, the situation is less than ideal and if I had it my way that bitch would be six feet under by now. But… She’s the only one who knows where Y/N really is, like Tae said we have to be smart about this.”

“But—”

“Jimin I know you’re worried about her, believe me I am too—”

“Do you really trust Taehyung’s motives here?” Jimin’s question is like a dagger to Jungkook’s spine, forcing him to sit up straighter with furrowed brows and a confused slack jaw, “Look I like Tae, but don’t you think it’s a little suspicious that he’s the one saying we shouldn’t inform the police? He’s in love with your fiancé. Why wouldn’t he want the police to help us? It’s not like you’re a regular guy with a regular problem, the police will actually listen to you because of who you are.”

At this Jungkook pauses, blood running cold while he mulls over the facts. You’re missing, the police should be informed. Except you’re not missing missing. Should the police be informed? Taehyung does love you. As does Jimin, and if Jimin’s suggesting to go to the police why would Taehyung be against that? Is he looking for you himself to play the hero? No. He wouldn’t. Would he?

“I know your head’s up your ass right now,” Jimin wears a sympathetic frown as he speaks, “But it’s obvious Y/N has been replaced by her cunt of a sister. How did she even know Y/N was alone in the apartment? Taehyung was the last person to see Y/N, knew she was home alone, and suddenly there’s a break-in and you ‘shouldn’t go to the police’? Come on Kook connect the dots yourself.”

“I-, I don’t have time for this. Thanks for letting me crash here but I need to get to the office.” Jungkook mumbles, Jimin’s words scratching every corner of his mind until he has the beginnings of a painful migraine. It simultaneously makes sense and no sense at all. Does Taehyung know where you are?

The concept of time has been truly lost on you. You don’t know how long you’ve been held captive in this tiny dark room. You don’t know if anybody’s even noticed you’ve gone. All you know is that you’re being held in the same place as your nephew, giving that most of the time you’re the one to care for him in here.

There’s a man in here sometimes too, a faceless man, who speaks quiet enough for you to miss most of his words. You long for a wave of recognition to wash over you one day and know who it is, remember that voice, see his face, who’s keeping you here, but it’s yet to happen.

“I’ll get us out of here I promise.” You whisper to a sleeping Charlie, who’s bundled up atop the small mattress in the makeshift dungeon you’re residing in. This is no place for a child. At least he’s too young to remember any of this, you tell yourself over and over until the guilt somewhat subsides.

A dull vibration earns you to jump, especially when you register that it’s coming from inside your room. Did Ruth leave her phone here? You’re sweating, dirty, scrambling to your feet to follow the sound and try to save yourself from this nightmare. It feels too good to be true. Like being stranded on a desert island and seeing a rescue ship in the distance. Every ounce of hope surges your body and manifests into energy.

It's a black Samsung phone, and Ruth is calling it.

Fuck this, you think, fucking being a pawn in whatever sick and twisted game this is. Your thumb trembles as you decline the call instantly, adrenaline coursing your veins while you weigh up your options. This is it. You’re going to be saved. There’s a lock on the device, because of course there is, so you’re only able to call the numbers you know by heart.

999? Or Jeon Industries?

Against your better judgement you opt for the latter, desperately wanting nothing more than to hear Jungkook’s voice. You’ll call him first, the police second. The battery is only at 2% and you know time is against you if Ruth's already figured out the owner of the phone left it here. But you don’t care. You’ve barely eaten, drank, slept, you’re delirious and wearing a tight frantic smile when the line starts to ring and you hear the familiar sound of the main receptionists voice.

“Hello Jeon Industries, how can I help?”

“Hi! Oh my god hi. Hello,” You clear your throat, voice hot and sore, “Can you put me through to Jungkook please. It’s urgent.”

“Mr Jeon hasn’t arrived to the office just yet, I can put you through to his assistant who’ll gladly take a message for you?” The woman sounds chipper, truthfully you’ve never really liked the receptionist there because the times you have seen her she’s always been gawking at your man. But in this moment she’s without a doubt your favourite person on the planet.

“Yes, yes that’s fine okay pass me to Hoseok please.” You’re nodding, hands shaking, heart pounding, palms clammy from anxiety and panic. Please hurry, you think, please—

“Jeon Jungkook’s office you’re speaking with his assistant, how can I help you today?”

“Hobi!” You sob, tears clouding your vision while you struggle to keep it together, “Hobi it’s me, it’s Y/N. Is Jungkook there? Or can you pass me through to his personal number? Please. I don’t have much time—”

“…Y/N?” Hoseok’s voice is eerily quiet yet oozes surprise, and as quickly as he answered the call he vanishes.

You peel the device away from your ear, disappointment weighing down every joint in your body. You ran out of time. It’s dead.

Running late is something that Jungkook has been doing a lot lately. Usually he’s painfully punctual, to a point where it pisses people off. He hates tardiness, bad time keeping infuriates him so finding himself jogging into the office twenty minutes after he was supposed to arrive doesn’t particularly make him feel great. Never mind the fact he’s going through absolute hell on earth right now, countless conspiracy theories circling his brain.

Jimin has a point, but Taehyung has a point too. Is telling the police about this going to be better for your safety, or worse? What if Taehyung does know where you are? What if he doesn’t? Who does? Jungkook is just about ready to punch the large glass door to his office when he sees his assistant in his peripheral vision.

“Morning Hoseok, do I have any messages?” He waves his hand politely, forcing a smile. The two are dressed almost identically today in three piece black suits, and for a split second Jungkook finds peace within the sense of normality and routine this building brings.

Hoseok’s eyes flicker to his boss, the Adam’s apple in his throat bobbing up and down as he swallows what Jungkook imagines to be his breakfast. It’s early, Hoseok usually has breakfast with your assistant Yuri before making his way here. An unconventional couple, Jungkook thinks, but at least their situation is nowhere near as messy as his own.

“Well?” Jungkook smiles, doe-eyes widening as if to force an answer, “Did anyone call before I got here?”

“No sir… Nobody called.”

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muniimyg · 27 days

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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ chaebol!jungkook (1)⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ *nsfw*

series m.list // taglist closed.

🏷️ permanent taglist: @joonsjuice @pamzn @defzcl @maryy1300 @whoa-jo @taetaecatboy @jksusawife @un06 @firesighgirl @rrosiitas @butterymin @parkinglot-nights @musicjournalsjdb @kissyfacekoo @jkslvsnella @vampcharxter @bloopkook @kekerrreke @somehowukook @bbystarcandykoo

#bts smau #bts scenario #jk scenario #jk imagine #jk chaebol #bts rich au #jungkook texts #bts cheating au

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organreeps · 11 months

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I WAITED TOO LONG FOR YOU. I WILL DEVOUR YOU， LOVE YOU INTO FLAME.

tell me you love this， tell me you’re not miserable. ﾞ . ✩ . '

#jungkook moodboard #taehyung moodboard #kpop #rich #moodboard #aesthetic #moodboard messy #moodboard vintage #boys icons #mood board #moodboard alternative #cute boys #yoongi moodboard #namjoon moodboard #hoseok moodboard #jin moodboard #alternative #rp moodboard

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tarkiiory · 5 months

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kookiecrumb · 2 years

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JJK || Someway

Chapter Five (Finalé)

previous • masterlist

summary: You go on a non-refundable cruise with your LA realtor ex-boyfriend. Things get interesting.

tags: one bed trope, exes to lovers, mutual pining, stubborn!y/n, vacation, smut, angst, fluff

warnings (per chapter): smut (18+), fingering, breast touchin and lickin, use of the word sl*t, horny grinding, creaming in his pants, creaming in her panties, slight angst, unprotected sex*(don't do this), pussy tastin', backshots, creampie, possessive jungkook, multiple orgasms, smol fluff

wc: 1.4K

With your face flush with embarrassment, you lay down a hundred dollar bill on the table and leave.

You knew this night would turn sour and yet you decided on going out with him anyways. Really, this is all your own fault. You'd have to eat your words very soon.

You didn't bother chasing after Jungkook at first. Your priority was getting to a safe place. You couldn't bring yourself to hide in the bathrooms like a coward again. You just needed to hope that he hadn't run back to the hotel room.

When do things ever go right for you anyways?

There he is, standing before the bed with his fingertips grazing the sheets. He knows you're here but he does not look up to greet you. Instead, he says this:

"Do you have a problem with me?

Do you have some sort of problem with me?"

He holds.

"Honestly.

All day, you act like you never want to see me but as soon as we're alone you give me these fuck me eyes and what am I supposed to think about that?

What am I supposed to assume when I get your horny text messages at 3 AM– and I know you've been drinking because I can smell it on your clothes and some other guys cologne–

It makes me fucking sick.

To watch you break yourself over wanting me back.

You know why you need to stay away from me yet the devil on your shoulder beckons you to me does it not? You miss it.

You've been searching for that same thrill that I gave you every time we linked, but you can't find it anywhere else on this ship– not even out there in the real world.

Because you need me.

As much as your stuck up ass hates to admit anything to me– it's in your eyes, Y/N. It's in the way that just now, your attitude towards me changed completely from defensive to vulnerable.

You insist you're not into me, right? You're fucking confusing. You're so dense.

You'd let me fuck it out of you right now.

You called me a liar.

You're a liar and you're a coward and I'm going to prove it to you right now."

Your face transforms.

"If I'm wrong you'll correct me."

He paces closer, folding his arms over each other.

"Isn't that right, Y/N? You're just as desperate as I am for the kind of sex we had. I know how to touch you right and you're so afraid of saying that no other guy…can make you feel like I do…"

"Because it'll make you feel weak, like you've surrendered something." His words get softer as he approaches you, his stance starkly parallel to you.

"Can you do that for me? Surrender to me."

It is in this moment in which you learn to let go of every part of you that's screaming for you to refrain from inching forward and kissing him. Every stubborn cell in your body is fighting against your instinct to pull forward and allow him to take you in him once again.

It is such a bitter return to the man who truly knows how to handle you. He is the only one that understands the needs of your body and you cannot deny him any longer. It would be like denying oxygen or water.

From the way his eyes analyze your face to his posture, his hips leaning towards you, open towards any touch you grant him. He is not intimidated by your game anymore. Jungkook is a grown man who knows exactly what he wants from you, and that is for you to squirm under him and admit your defeat.

The ever-tempting surrender, the white flag that he's been beckoning from you silently, now spoken and in the heavy air between the two of you. Resistance at this point is fatal and you know it by the way Jungkook's eyes are lit up, like a tiger's waiting to strike on wounded prey.

His lips remain parted, the words seemingly still hanging from his lips. Your surrender is already circulating his mind, and his thoughts are now infiltrated by a vision of you fucked and ruined on the bed next to you in a thousand different positions. He tilts his head towards you.

You switch between his eyes. "I surrender."

He has you pinned within seconds on the bed with his hips pressed into your clothed cunt just to tease. His big hands squeeze your ass, kneading promptly as he sucks and kisses your pliant lips. You moan softly with each breath, feeling him harden beneath you.

You pull him down with your legs and grind as his mouth discovers the peak of your breast, wrapping his lips around them and teasing them between his teeth.

"Fuhhck, Jungkook,," you whine, weaving your fingers through your hair. The straps from your dress dangle from either side of you, your tits fully accessible to him as his tongue laps at them. He furrows his eyebrows in need. You glance down at him. The sight sends a thrill to your pussy.

While grinding on him, you find a sweetspot against him. It stimulates your throbbing clit nicely, causing you to melt under him. He smiles into a sweet kiss. He could feel your heat through your pathetic underwear.

He grunts and readjusts his pelvis. You feel his whole cock now, warm and incredibly firm beneath his pants. As much as you try to spread yourself on him, it's not enough. Your cunt is begging to be penetrated and filled with his cum. Your body heats up and a thin film of sweat accumulates on your body.

It's not enough. It's not enough and it's too much all at once. You squirm.

Jungkook forces your hips down. "Don't fucking move. I'm going to cum,"

You gasp, unable to contain your insatiable wish for him to cream in his pants while humping you. "Ohh, Kookie…" you sigh, taking in his scent as your nails scratch his broad back. "Fuck~ me too, I wanna cum,,"

Your body convulses in pleasure, your heart fluttering against your chest as your legs tighten impossibly around Jungkook's mighty thighs. His hips stagger as he paints the inside of his dress pants white, panting wildly as he catches your lips in a hasty kiss.

It's an amazing relief. The release leaves your head spinning and your body needing more of him almost immediately. He's peeling the clothes off of himself before your hooded eyes, biting his lip in concentration.

You run your hands down his abdominals. He smirks, noticing your horny touch. "Keep going," he encourages as he releases his flaccid cock from his pants. Even half-hard, Jungkook is impressive. His length is almost halfway the size of his thigh.

You moan at the sight of it, kicking off your panties and pulling up your once pristine dress. His fingers tease at your cunt, his middle and index stroking you methodically before filling you experimentally. Immediately, you buck up for him.

"Slut," he smirks.

He's visibly sticky from his orgasm, and you're flooding for him already. He takes a string of your arousal and laps it. It's a nostalgic taste. "Ohhh fuck, I missed your tight little pussy," he groans.

In one fluid motion, he penetrates you. You're so dripping wet that his massive cock glides in, settling snugly beneath your cervix. You need him deeper. Realizing this, you get on your knees and lift yourself so that he can get deeper. You will spare no pleasure.

Jungkook's tattooed hands play and flick your cunt as he buries himself inside of you.

"Mmm~!"

He leans down and kisses you lovingly, securing you to the mattress as he snaps his hips into you. Your quivering hands grip the sheets tightly as he delivers his thrusts, shaking with overwhelming pleasure.

You tense, breathing heavy as you discover your fast-approaching orgasm. "Mmgh, mmn…" you mew, feeling your entire body flare up in burning need for his cum.

"Mine…" he growls as his pounding stutters. "Mine, fucking mine, mine, fuck, mine–" he pants wildly, creaming inside of you in desperation. His cum spills out of you, dripping over the white sheets beneath you.

He relents, shifting the both of you so he can kitten-lick you clean. He helps you up, generously and kisses you. "I'm so happy," he remarks.

You carefully hold his face and smile. "So am I."

a/n: I hope you enjoyed this series as much as I have and I'm sorry for such a delayed chapter, I was graduating lol

permatags: @kooliv @koobsessed @angelwonie @carolynanderson @hoseokgrecns @bangsterz @swykoon @sxtaep @koostarcandy @hgema @jjkeverlast @armys-dna @nglmrk

taglist: @jimin444 @theaufanartist @n-e-v-0-u @abgldadna47

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always-is-always · 9 months

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Okay.

I’ll say it.

Sorry not sorry.

I hope this fashion trend ends.... like tomorrow.

You know, the baggy, dirty, 10″ too long, where’s-the-body-underneath, jeans.

The shirts that look like they were made for someone 7′2″ tall and not 5′10″.

Jeon Jungkook is a beautiful human. Balenciaga is not his friend.

(Balenciaga is no one’s friend, but that’s a whole different post to write.)

Fingers crossed that Kook doesn’t become their ambassador, for sure!

All ya’ll know I love Kookie. So this isn’t against him.

It’s the companies who are manufacturing and marketing the crap clothing.

#jungkook #jeon jungkook #when will the trend end #those jeans belong in the dump #jk works so hard on his physique #rich companies selling garbage clothing for thousands of dollars #sorry not sorry

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sullivvii · 4 months

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#jungkook #jeon jungkook #night aesthetic #city #city night #bts #rich

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ggukkiereads · 1 year

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Please help me find this fanfic … it’s been years and I can’t stop thinking abt it

jk oc married .. work at same office different departments… jk starts coming home late and tired … oc gets suspicious… prepared dinner , jk refuses , fight … turns out Jk is staying long hours because he’s saving up money to take oc on vacation as she was from a rich family and had to change her means to be w/ him and he feels bad

🌷 Oh yes! =) it’s been asked before and actually part of my JK Established Relationship fic rec list =) This is by @mintseesaw

#fichunting #investedreader #mintseesaw #felicity #fierce and delicate #jungkook x reader #jungkook husband au #🌷 chats #jungkook established relationship #jungkook rich au

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btschooseafic · 4 months

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Hi everyone!

Someone was asking if I knew of any similar fics to this https://www.tumblr.com/kooktrash/737246965890498560/million-dollar-darling-jeon-jungkook?source=share

I haven't read it and I can't think of any off the top of my head, so pls comment if you know anything!

Tags are jungkook x model!reader (female), light enemies to lovers, old money, smut, inspired by crazy rich asians

#bts fanfiction #bts fanfic recs #enemies to lovers #old money au #model au #jeon jungkook #jungkook x reader #bts x reader #smut #crazy rich asians #crazy rich asians au

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jungk0oksthighs · 2 years

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Over The Odds | Celebration

Pairing - jungkook x reader

Genre - smut, angst, fluff, S2L, ceo!jungkook, sugardaddy!jungkook

Word count - 4.6k

Your family host a welcome home dinner for Ruth

warnings: swearing, drunk (consensual) sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, dom!jk, daddy!jk, bratty oc, rough sex, squirting, choking

Y/N: Pls tell me you’re still coming I can’t do this alone

Jungkook: I’m on my way, 5 mins tops

The return of your beloved sister has prompted your parents to host a warm and wonderful family meal, except that it’s neither of those things, not for you anyway. You’re sat at the family dining table debating meaningless scenarios with your dad, as you usually do when you’re together, drinking wine. You’re currently discussing ‘does eating a whole punnet of grapes as a snack makes somebody extremely healthy, or extremely unhealthy?’, impatiently tapping your bare foot on the hard dining room floor, waiting for your boyfriend to rescue you from this hell.

It's not that you don’t want to be here, you do, your parents have calmed down about the whole sex tape scandal now and so being in their company is fine – your dad’s even looking forward to meeting Jungkook, whereas a few weeks ago he would’ve probably used his head as a makeshift dartboard given the chance. As always your mum’s her lively self, already drunk from guzzling two bottles of cheap wine by… six pm. It’s very entertaining though, watching her slur her words and dance around to her favourite songs that blast from the Alexa.

Your parents aren’t the problem at all, they never are, Ruth and her boyfriend Seokjin are. Whether it’s intentional or not they keep speaking over you every time you open your mouth, Ruth’s even undermined you in front of your parents at least four times in the last hour. They do look sickeningly good together though, like winners of the genetic lottery or some kind of freaky lab experiment to make the perfect couple. Seokjin is…nice. Much like your own boyfriend he’s a CEO, apparently the daughters of this family have a type, and he’s funny, funny enough to make your mum almost piss her pants more than once – that being said she has drank two bottles of wine already so it’s somewhat of an easy feat.

“Is he even coming?” Ruth snort-laughs into her wine glass, glaring at you from across the table that’s covered in cold meats, cheeses, grapes and wine. Even though she’s wearing a very short green dress she’s sitting on Seokjin’s knee, who’s whispering sweet nothings into her pierced ears. In front of your parents none the less.

“He’s on his way.” You say with a deep inhale, blood pressure increasing from your sisters attitude.

Seokjin is drunk, that’s a given, your mother has poured everything alcoholic into his system and danced with him enough times to prove the fact. The skin on his face is redder than it was when he first arrived, but he’s still very handsome – probably the best looking boyfriend your sisters ever had, and there’s been plenty. His hair is almost black, parted in the centre of his forehead similar to the way Jungkook’s is sometimes, he has wide shoulders and looks like he works out frequently, the pink shirt he's wearing is struggling to contain his large frame.

“Look who’s here!” Your mum sings loudly, dragging your boyfriend through the hallway and into the dining room. You were so lost in thought that you hadn’t even heard the doorbell ring – oops.

“Hello, is everyone okay?” Jungkook’s doe-eyes make you weak at the knees, immediately relaxing in your chair. He’s come straight from work, his black suit and crisp white shirt is a dead giveaway. He’s holding two bottles of wine, presumably one red and one white, or at least he was before your hawk-eyed mother takes them from him with a drunken grin.

You watch him make his way across the room in a few short strides, not to you, but to your father sitting on the chair to your left. He leans down and shakes his hand with warm yet serious eyes, “It’s nice to finally meet you sir.”

“Likewise, you’re probably my favourite person in this room.” Your dad chuckles, returning the handshake.

“Oh?” Jungkook bares his perfectly straight white teeth in an almighty panty-dropping smile as he sits down on your right, unbuttoning his suit jacket, “I’ll take that.”

“You’re dating my youngest and you’ve given my oldest a career, of course you’re my favourite.” He winks, playfully pointing at your boyfriend a few times before passing him a glass of red wine. “And please call me Charlie.”

“Thank you.” He nods, finally settling his gaze on you and the black Bardot-style dress you’re wearing, lingering on your bare shoulders for a little too long to be considered an accident, “You look nice.”

You snort in return, you know just as much as he does that if your parents weren’t in the room right now he would’ve said something entirely different. His eyes flicker to your cleavage for a split second before he starts drinking, clearing his throat and frowning at the taste of cheap alcohol. You laugh again, this time gripping his free hand under the table as you wonder if he’s ever experienced a delicacy quite like a £5 special offer bottle of wine from the local corner shop.

“Are you okay?” You ask him, amused.

“Always am, how are you?” His voice doesn’t have you convinced, nor do his pinched brows. It’s obvious he hates the wine and he’s just trying to be polite, but you let it go.

“I’m good thanks, dad and I were just having a debate about grapes.”

“Oh? Do tell.” He says, eagerly looking between you both.

You smile, jokingly rolling your eyes, “So if a person eats a full punnet of grapes—”

“Jungkook! This is Seokjin.” Ruth shouts proudly, cupping her boyfriend’s slightly pink face, “He’s the CEO of Kim Market, you know the online Asian snack store?”

At this Jungkook grips your hand a little tighter, looking across the table, “Right, I thought I recognised you. I’ve seen you at fundraisers in the past, nice to see you again. I hope business is going well.” He turns back to you with loving eyes, “I’m sorry, carry on.”

“If a person eats a full punnet of grapes,” You repeat yourself, feeling a little dazed from all the wine and annoyed that you were rudely interrupted, “Does that make them healthy or unhealthy?”

“Healthy.” He says with confidence and a small nod, “It’s fruit.”

“That’s exactly what I said!” You’re beaming brightly, maybe even seeming a little smug when you give your dad a look that screams ‘I told you so’.

“No, because it’s a full punnet, we’re not talking about one or two grapes Y/N we’re talking about a big bag of them.” Your dad half-scolds and half-sighs, he’s not going to drop this any time soon.

“Right,” Jungkook’s quick to jump to your defence, letting your hand go to drape his arm over the back of your chair, “But if I eat a lot of grapes that’s at least two of my five a day, whereas if I eat a lot of chocolate… Well I’ve just eaten a lot of chocolate, counts for nothing. And grapes are less calories.”

“Mmm.” Your dad mulls this information over with a serious expression, you’re looking between them with a pained slightly embarrassed smile, “I can see why you’re a CEO son. You’re smart.”

Son. Your chest swells.

“Of course he’s smart, he hired me.” Ruth gloats, winning your mother to tut and roll her eyes beside her. Similarly to you when your mum’s had even just a drop of alcohol she can’t hold back, always showing and saying what’s on her mind and getting herself into trouble. You stifle a laugh as she mouths something that looks like ‘here we go again’ to you.

“Actually I had no input in recruiting the new employees, my assistant Hoseok was the one who hired you.” Much to your surprise Jungkook shuts your sister down, and you have to catch your jaw before it falls to the ground.

“A CEO that doesn’t have any input with recruitment?” She challenges him with a face of thunder. The room is silent, save for the music and Jungkook’s small but low chuckle.

“It’s not uncommon for the owner of a company to be busy, so our assistants tend to lighten our workload. Right Seokjin?” Your boyfriend grins, and it’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever witnessed in your entire life, “I can imagine you’re much too busy at Kim Market to do the interview and enrolment process for all its new employees.”

“I have a specific recruitment team that take care of things like that.” Seokjin admits with a small nod, ignoring the way your sister visibly tenses on top of him, “You’re right, I don’t have the time either!” He laughs, as does everybody else – save for Ruth.

“It’s just if I were a CEO I’d want to be more careful about who I employ.” She bites, but the man sitting next to you doesn’t fold.

“I trust my assistant, he wouldn’t be my assistant otherwise,” His tongue pops the inside of his cheek and if you could’ve jumped his bones right there and then, blown away by this…assertiveness you haven’t seen in him for so long, “Besides like your boyfriend said, it’s not that we don’t want to we just don’t have the time. But we shouldn’t be talking about work right now, so sorry how rude of me. How’s everyone’s day been?”

You zone out of the conversation completely, Jungkook’s talking to your mum about something relating to the price of wine at the local corner shop but you can’t bring yourself to listen. Fuck. He is without a doubt the definition of the perfect man – sitting there in a suit, putting your sister in her place, getting along with your family, actually listening to what you have to say, looking as good as he does… You’re in awe, the only thing you can think about is how badly you want him right now. On top of you, underneath you, behind you. You want him, all of him. Now.

“Y/N?” Your dad’s voice tears you from your vivid borderline illegal daydream that infringes almost all of the man’s human rights.

“Sorry what did you say?” You’re flustered, facing your father with an apologetic eyes.

“How’s the job search going?” He asks again, genuinely interested.

“Oh,” You sigh, you haven’t even been interviewed for any of the jobs you’d applied for, all it takes is one quick Google search of your name to see why, “I’ll find something soon.” You offer him a weak, reassuring smile.

“You know McDonald’s is always hiring Y/N.” Ruth winks, downing the rest of her drink.

At this your mum visibly loses it, shaking her head in disbelief, “Ruth.” She scolds her with a knowing look you’ve seen one too many times throughout your life, “Your sister has the same qualifications as you—”

“And she’s done nothing with them, yet I’m the bad guy?” Your older sibling reminds her, and you, and everyone else of how life hasn’t given you the same opportunities as her.

Jungkook’s frowning with a tense jaw as though he’s having an internal debate before he breaks the silence, “You know I could give you a job. I’m sure Hoseok would love to show someone as smart as you the ropes of what we do at JI.”

“You’re not giving me a job,” You say quietly, facing him, “I’ll find something soon.”

“Oh I know you will,” He smiles, a genuine confident smile because he believes in you, his fingertips lightly graze your back, “But if you ever want a backup option I’m happy to help.”

“I wouldn’t call Jeon Industries a backup option,” Seokjin scoffs, wide-eyed, “It’s one of the most profitable companies on the planet, didn’t you make the Forbes thirty under thirty list this year? For the fourth year in a row?”

Where most people would and rightfully should brag about something like that, Jungkook deflects with a shrug, “All I’m saying is if nothing comes up, we’d be happy to have you.”

As the night progresses both you and Jungkook drink a lot of wine, courtesy of your mother who made sure neither one of your glasses ever made it to being empty. Conversation flows freely between your group and your heart bursts with pride at how likeable and genuine Jungkook’s personality remains throughout the night, even when he himself is equally as drunk as you. Yoongi picks you up and takes you to the familiar penthouse apartment around midnight, and soon you find yourself slamming your boyfriend’s back against the first wall you find inside.

“Whoa, Y/N…” He chuckles breathlessly against your lips, his inked fingers tangled in your hair.

You’re kissing him feverishly, desperately, passionately – you want him now. The alcohol has ridded you of any insecurity you felt before, it’s been so long since you’ve had sex that you’re already moaning against his mouth in anticipation. Feeling brazen you snake your hand down to his clothed crotch, palming his hardening cock.

“Baby you’ve been drinking.” He groans with eyes squeezed shut as if he’s having an internal moral debate, though he doesn’t stop you.

“So have you.” You argue, breath still smelling like wine as you continue to kiss him.

“Ah-,” He hisses, hips subconsciously buckling into your hand for more friction, “I don’t want you to regret this tomorrow.”

“I won’t.” You state matter-of-factly, slipping your tongue into his warm mouth.

At this Jungkook grips your bare shoulders and pulls you away from him, his hooded eyes are stained pink from alcohol but you can still make out the burning desire that’s darkening his irises. He’s panting, trying to catch his breath ever since you literally pinned him up and knocked it out of him, “We haven’t done this since… Yknow.”

“So stop talking and get on with it.” You say half annoyed, half flirtatiously, your voice low and oozing seduction, “I want you Jungkook… I want you so bad, touch me…” You whisper, leaning into his neck where you start planting lewd kisses, small bites and sucks.

You feel his Adams apple bob in his throat, along with the vibration of a small growl, “Such a fucking brat.” He rasps, gripping your waist.

You take this an encouragement and kiss his mouth again, messily, shamelessly moaning against him. He’s not even attempting to stop you anymore and judging by the hold he has on your body you know he wants this just as much as you do, maybe more. Within a matter of minutes you’re pressed down against the familiar smell of his mattress, you’re so concentrated on how his body feels on top of yours that you don’t even remember getting to his bedroom.

“Please...” You whimper, head spinning from how good this feels and he hasn’t even touched you yet.

“So fucking needy.” He smirks against you triumphantly and it feels as though time slows down when he rids you both of any clothes, tossing them to the ground, leaving you needy and naked. There’s no time to be insecure about anything because he’s making his way down your bare body with a long lick of his tongue, leaving a sinful and shiny trail of saliva from your neck to your core.

“Jungkook…” You whine, your shaky hands coming down to nestle between his raven locks, you’re already wet and throbbing for his touch, his breath is hot against your most sensitive area.

Your boyfriend hooks his arms under your legs, pulling you impossibly closer to his waiting face where he spits on your womanhood, making a loud slurping noise as he mercilessly attacks your swollen clit with his mouth without warning. A piercing shriek escapes you as he smothers his face in your pussy, shaking his head as he sucks the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“You’re fucking perfect.” He murmurs against you, doubling his efforts until the speed he’s created has your back arching from the bed, gasping for air. You push your hips up to his mouth, already addicted to how fucking good this feels.

The alcohol in your system surprisingly doesn’t dull your senses, no, you feel everything he’s doing to you. You’re so fucked out in a state of total bliss already that you don’t notice him pulling his left hand from your hip, not until he plunges at least two fingers into your sopping heat with an audible squelch.

“Fuck!” You sob, the stretch and new sensation of being filled with his digits has you reeling, “Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop! Oh-” Your cries are louder than you expected presumably because you’re tipsy, you’re so loud that it surprises you both.

Jungkook takes your pleas as further encouragement, immediately curling his fingers inside you over and over quickly, making sure to hit your sweet spot each and every time, all while he sucks and licks your clit even harsher. You’re a mess, your limbs are trembling and your hearts beating so fast you fear it might give out at any moment, this feels fucking amazing.

“Do you like this? Mm?” The vibrations of his voice against you has you squeezing your eyes shut, throwing your head back into the pillows with a low groan. “Do you like it when I suck this pretty little clit?”

“My god-,” You’re silently laughing in disbelief as your orgasm is already approaching, he’s fucking incredible. He’s so good at this, he knows your body like the back of his hand.

“Answer me baby.” He plunges his digits into your creamy walls particularly hard.

“Fuck yes!” Your chest is heaving up and down, the cool air swirling your nipples and only upping the ante of his ministrations, “Daddy don’t stop!” The word drags itself out before you can stop it, and he loses it, a possessive growl rattling his strong chest before he adds a third finger to your wetness, licking you so sloppily and fast that real tears prick your eyes at the overstimulation.

“Come for me baby, come all over my fucking face.” He moans, he can feel your walls tightening around his knuckles, his hand and chin are dripping with your arousal and he’s never been more turned on in his life.

“Please,” Is all you manage to choke out, throwing your hands up to your head where they desperately grip the hairs at your scalp as a white hot heat approaches you, “I’m gonna-,”

Jungkook slows his movements, his tongue is flat and wet against your clit as he circles the area, his fingers rocking in and out of you at a leisurely pace. But this doesn’t stop your orgasm, instead it heightens the pleasure as he drags out the final moments of your euphoria, until you’re coming undone, squirting all over him and the sheets below in sync with your pulsating pussy and a high-pitched scream that sounds like his name.

“You’re fucking amazing.” He mumbles into your sopping folds, gently cleaning up the mess he’s made with his ever so talented tongue.

You almost black out from the feeling but somehow find the strength to drag your hands down to his hair, pulling him up to your face and greeting it with heavy, open-mouthed kisses. The taste of you is all over his tongue as it swirls against yours, his lips and chin are shiny and drenched with your come but you don’t care.

“Fuck me, please fuck me.” You pant hopelessly against him, gripping the base of his thick shaft and lining it up with your throbbing hole. He tries to bite back a moan when you grip his hips and push him into you, he effortlessly slides in, you’re so hot and tight around him that he shuts his eyes, burying his head into the crook of you neck.

“Oh-, baby…” He tucks his lip between his teeth, the after taste of you only drives him crazier.

“Fuck me daddy…” You say again, somewhat breathlessly and quiet.

To this he pulls back, his blackened eyes set on you as he holds his weight with one hand and clasps the other round your throat.

You’re both lost in the moment when he starts hammering into your wet pussy, his insane stamina coming into play as he snaps his hips harder and harder, giving you no time to adjust to his massive size. The squelching and slapping noises only add more fuel to his fire and soon he’s fucking you relentlessly into the mattress with a firm hold of your neck, reminding you just how dominant he can be when he wants to be.

“Shit,” A throaty groan escapes him, hungrily watching your body jolt and bounce with each thrust, thankfully the wine doesn’t seem to have affected his capabilities either, “You feel--, fuck baby.”

“Oh my god-,” Your eyes roll back as he repeatedly hits the same sinful spot inside you with his cock, until you’re gushing onto the bed in spurts of slick, coming around his girth.

You watch Jungkook pull back just enough to look between your bodies at the pornographic mess he’s making of you, his mouth agape as he moans a string profanities, finally settling his eyes back to you. “Fuck Y/N,” He releases the grip on your neck, hoisting one of your legs over his shoulder, keeping it in place with his palm flat on the back of your knee.

“Kook!” You cry, your body feeling as though it’s on cloud fucking nine as he plunges into you even deeper. It’s hard to think of the reasons you’ve been putting this off, right now the only thing on your brain is how amazing he feels inside you, and how your skin tingles with electricity where he touches you.

Jungkook looks to be having the same thoughts as you, his features contorted with pleasure as the crown of his cock slams into your cervix with each feral snap of his hips. This feels too good, he never wants it to end.

“Do you like it when I fuck you like this? Hm?” He croaks between grunts and groans, his voice an octave deeper to what it usually is.

“Y-yes. Fuck, yes!”

His movements turn sloppy, messy, even a little misguided as his arms give out and his body falls on top of yours, his rock hard abs making a slapping sound as they meet your stomach. He’s still fucking you though, his face is hot against your neck, “Shit. You’re gonna make me come—” He cuts his admission short to lick and bite the flesh of your earlobe.

“I love you Jungkook.” You whisper, fingernails digging into his shoulder blades.

Your heartfelt confession pulls him over the edge, until he bottoms out as hot bursts of his come shoot into your walls. He’s sweating, his hair is damp against his glistening forehead as he rides out the wave of ecstasy with the occasional roll of his hips. The room is otherwise silent as you both try and catch your breath, you cling onto his tanned frame for dear life as your body trembles from the aftermath of having your brains fucked out.

He peels his head away from your neck, his hooded eyes are drowning with emotion as he stares down at you through dark eyelashes.

“I love you too Y/N,” He shakes his head with a grin, still breathless, “I love you so fucking much.”

When you wake the next morning you’re greeted with Jungkook’s sleepy smile, somehow, during the night you’ve ended up sharing the same silk pillow. His face is close, close enough for him to gently kiss you before you’re fully awake. His lips against yours prompt you to kiss him back with a soft chuckle, eventually pulling back to look at him.

“Good morning.” You hum, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“Good morning beautiful.” His smile reaches his doe-eyes before it tugs the corners of his lips, “Are you hungover?”

Surprisingly enough you feel fine but your body is aching far worse than your head, “No I’m okay,” You admit with a lazy morning voice, “How are you feeling?”

“Like the luckiest guy in the world.” He grins, pulling you into his strong arms for a morning snuggle.

You’re so comfortable and content against his warm body that you almost doze off again, feeling nothing but loved. But the feeling of his morning erection pressing against you causes you to laugh, there’s absolutely no way you can handle another round with him right now you’re so sore.

“Not happening,” Your shoulders bounce, “Not yet anyway.”

“Ignore him, he’s just excited that there’s a naked girl in my bed.”

“Mmm,” You laugh again, gazing up at him, “Well you’d better kick her out before I find her and kill her.”

To this Jungkook lolls his head back with a silent giggle, “I don’t know if the idea of there being two of you turns me on or scares the shit out of me. You’re a handful as it is.”

“Just stop talking.”

“See what I mean?” His brow quirks knowingly, “You’re so bossy.”

You choose to ignore him and settle back into his chest, your arm messily thrown over his small waist. There’s a dull vibration coming from somewhere in the room that disturbs your peace and wins you to groan. You might not be hungover but you’re not much of a morning person either, and you’ve decided that whoever’s calling right now is going to get an ear full of your wrath.

“Is that my phone or yours?” You ask, not bothering to move.

“Mine I think,” He sighs, “Hang on.”

And just like that he gets out of bed, making sure to drape the covers back over you before he searches for his discarded suit trousers. Eventually he finds them and grabs his phone, you feel like a pervert for watching him stand at the foot of the bed entirely naked and hard – his toned, tattooed body is a sight you’re never going to get used to. He’s perfect.

“I’ll be right back, I’ve got nine missed calls from Tae,” He chuckles to himself, glancing at you with a small smile, “Do you want a coffee? I got some blonde blend in for you.”

“God, yes please.” You stretch on the bed, every muscle in your body aching.

But when he returns to the bedroom he doesn’t have a coffee for you, instead his sharp profile is blanketed with concern and confusion as he sits on the edge of the bed in grey sweatpants.

“What’s wrong?” You sense the shift in atmosphere immediately, covering your bare chest with the bed sheets when you sit up. “Is everything okay?”

“That was Taehyung…” He’s quiet, putting you further on edge, “The police finally traced the IP address from the video leak.” Your heart drops into the depths of your stomach, reality crashing down onto you like a tonne of bricks. Jungkook swallows, cocking his head to one side with a frown.

“The video was leaked from your apartment Y/N.”

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