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causeilikelix · 9 months

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Inked - Yang Jeongin Smut

↳Pairing: Tattoo artist!Yang Jeongin x afab reader

↳Words: 6.5k READ on my AO3 HERE

↳Warnings: SMUT, oral (f. receiving), reader gets a tattoo so mentions of needles and some blood but not in a sexual sense, softdom!Jeongin, suggestive, not full sex,

↳Summery: Starting at the age of 21, the search for your soulmate begins. Once you find them, you know by first touch. At that very first touch the intense carnal urge to consummate the union overwhelms you. You don't expect to find your soulmate in the man you chose to do your very first tattoo. And he, well, he wasn't expecting to stay after closing time but the second he sees you he can't complain.

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↳Notes: The first installment of my soulmate smut au series! Enjoy.

“THANKS, MAN, I really like it! You do great work!” The man thanked Jeongin with a strong handshake that made the glossy new motorcycle tattoo on his bicep flex.

“Anytime.” Jeongin flashed him a smile that dented one of the dimples in his cheeks.

“Let me know when your books open again, okay? I already have ideas for my next one!” The man handed Jeongin a wad of cash. He quickly counted it out and thanked the man for the generous tip before sending him on his way.

Once the man left the small shop, Jeongin sat down hard on his stool and let out a colossal yawn. The time on the clock indicated that it was well past closing time but he had to finish up the piece he was working on. Now all he had to do was clean up his space and disinfect his tools and he could go home and pass out. As the only person in his small studio, he could set his own hours but he still had to do enough pieces a week to keep the lights on.

It also meant that he didn’t have time to finish the sleeve on his arm that he was working on. When he wore an athletic tank top like he was today, you could see swirling patterns of ink starting at his shoulder and down to his elbow. He had a few tattoos on his other hand and forearm but not one single sleeve. It was only a matter of time but he barely had any to speak of.

Speaking of time, he had to get cleaned up.

Jeongin rose to his aching feet and started to disinfect the chair where his clients sat. He wiped it down thoroughly and made sure to get a few dried droplets of ink and blood off the seat. Tattooing was messy work, to say the least.

Next he gathered all of his tools and threw them into a warm bath of disinfectant. While those soaked, he figured he should mop so he wouldn’t have to suffer doing it last. He made his way to the back to prepare the mop water when he heard the bell over the door jingle. He cringed, realizing that he had forgotten the most important thing about closing the tattoo parlor. He’d forgotten to actually flip the sign and lock the door.

Damn.

Jeongin turned around and headed back into the main shop. He ran his hands through his mussed hair and sighed. He didn’t want to deal with asking whoever it was to leave but he had to sleep sometimes.

“I’m sorry, but I’m actually closed up for the day and-” Jeongin started to explain but he stopped dead in his tracks when he laid his eyes on you.

You stood in the entryway to the shop with your wide eyes taking in the art examples hung all over the shop walls. You gripped the strap of your small bag so tightly that your knuckles were about to turn white. You were wearing the world's cutest little white pleated skirt that hugged your curves and your thighs and that stopped mid-thigh, a blush pink blouse, and a cream and pink patterned button-up sweater that brought the whole look together. A soft blush adorned your cheeks.

The skirt hugged your thighs beautifully, accentuating your legs and making them look long. The blouse cupped your full breasts tenderly and let just a bit poke out through the top. They heaved when you drew breath and his eyes flicked down to them without even thinking about it. Your arms hugged your body a little bit, perhaps for warmth or maybe just to calm your trembling nerves. This action helped push your breasts up a little more. Your makeup was lightly done with soft pinks and creams while your lip tint was a stunning cherry red.

Jeongin just about broke.

How did someone as sweet as you end up in a place like this?

“How can I help you?” Jeongin asked instead. He could stay open a little longer.

“Oh, um… I’m sorry, if you’re closed then I’ll just-” You made a move as if you were going to leave, but Jeongin couldn’t let you. Not yet.

“No, I’m not closed yet! Is there something I can do for you?” Jeongin smiled warmly at you, which he hoped would entice you to stay. He had so many questions.

“I… well…”

You eyed him up and down, your mouth watering slightly at the sight of him in tight black skinny jeans and a workout top that left relatively little to the imagination. His black hair was in a fluffy black mop that covered his eyes a little, but it was parted just enough to show off his eyebrow piercing.

“I want a tattoo.” Your voice came out stronger than you expected it to.

“A tattoo? Of what?” Jeongin’s gaze raked down your body, wondering just what you wanted to put where on your pristine, untouched skin. He could already imagine all of the artwork he wanted to put onto your body.

He inched his way closer to you, akin to the way a tiger stalks its prey. His slender fox-like eyes raked over you and you let out a small gasp as if he was actually touching you. Rather than shrinking back, like most prey would, you shifted half a step closer.

You had no idea why you were drawn to his shop in the first place. You had other options lined up in case this one didn’t work out, but his style called to you somehow. When you first laid eyes on him, it was like it made sense for his art to belong to him. You couldn’t explain why you wanted to be close to him, but your body ached for him to be near.

“Oh, um…” you fumbled in your bag for your phone to present him with the picture. You’d worked hard to pick something out that would be simple and beautiful, even though it was a stark contrast from the artwork on the walls.

To say the least, you had no idea why someone would want to tattoo a naked woman on themselves but she certainly was artfully done.

“I was hoping for something simple like…” You pulled up the picture and tilted the screen so he could see it. Jeongin tore his eyes away from your face to your phone screen, which displayed a simple flower design that included some simple geometric shapes all interwoven through a crescent moon. “The, um, the flower is a violet. It’s my mother’s birth flower, so…”

You stumbled over your words a little and cursed yourself silently for getting so flustered. Your ears burned and you wondered if it was hot in here or if it was just him.

Jeongin smirked as he took in your form and he couldn’t help himself. To hell with the hours. The design was simple enough and shouldn’t take long anyway. Besides, he had to figure out why a young and innocent girl would come to a place like this.

“Looks great. What’s your budget?” Jeongin should have cared, but he didn’t.

“Oh, um… I want to stay under two-hundred, if that’s okay.”

“I can do it for a flat hundred. Sound good?” He grinned and tilted his head at you, reminding you of a young puppy or an eager schoolboy. The muscles in his shoulders and arms were an obvious reminder that he was neither.

“Um, yeah. Perfect. We can schedule a time or-”

“Wanna get started now? I gotta finish cleaning my equipment but we can do it now if you want.”

“Now?” You gaped at him, “Like… right this second?”

“Don’t you want it? I mean, my schedule is pretty full at the moment and I don’t think I’ll have an opening for another month or two unless there’s a cancellation. I have time right now, so do you wanna go for it?”

“Oh, um, if you’re busy then don’t worry about it! I can come back another time or ask through the proper channels or-”

“Nonsense. If you’ve thought about it long enough and you’re sure then let’s go for it, yeah?”

“How long do you think it’ll take?”

Jeongin nodded towards your phone again, signaling for you to show him the image once more. He hummed thoughtfully for a few minutes as he thought about how he could possibly draw out the visit.

Jeongin didn’t have a soulmate yet, but he figured to hell with it. Surely that was something made up by the media to get them to sell romcoms. Sure, he wondered if the draw he had to you was due to that but he’d been drawn to other people before without the carnal urge to fuck them into the next century.

Maybe he was just curious. He wondered if the small bit of cleavage that peeked out of your top was on purpose to entice him or just a happy accident. Either way, he loved it.

“Forty-five minutes tops. An hour if you want me to be particular about the shading.” Jeongin shrugged.

“Oh… okay, let’s do it!” You nodded confidently and the small amount of innocent enthusiasm you displayed went straight to his dick.

“Great. Why don’t you email that image to me so I can make a trace of it and fill out my liability agreement while I finish cleaning the equipment.” Jeongin made his way over to the desk near the front to grab his drawing tablet and an extra one for you.

“Okay!”

You obediently followed his instructions and emailed the picture to the address he gave you. He prepped the small tablet with the paperwork and set it on the counter for you. He didn’t dare touch you yet. The suspense would kill him at this rate.

“Have a seat in the chair and I’ll be ready with the stencil in about fifteen minutes, okay?” Jeongin gestured for you to sit in the navy leather chair to wait for him.

You followed his suggestion and got settled. Jeongin stared down at the email from you on his tablet, taking particular interest in the signature at the bottom. It was clearly automatic but it gave your name and your contact information, including your cell phone number. He made a mental note to ask for it later. He didn’t wanna use it without your permission, but he also wanted to ask you out properly so he’d have to ask you for it.

He couldn’t be the only one feeling the attraction, right?

As he worked on cleaning off his equipment, he couldn’t help but think back to your precious pink cheeks and your perfect thighs which he was about to mark as his own. Something about the idea of him leaving something on your skin forever made his jeans grow a little tighter. Sure, he wanted to leave so many hickies and bite marks that you couldn’t wear shorts for a month, but those would fade with time. The ink that he was about to put on your skin would be there forever. Even if you didn’t end up being his soulmate, you’d always have something of his to remember him by.

Once his tools were clean, Jeongin got to work on drawing your tattoo. He doodled on his tablet to make sure that the lines were clean and that he had some room for error if need be. He was good at his job and he hadn’t made a mistake in many years, but it was still important to have a failsafe. Also, he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to concentrate when he finally got to be close to your thighs.

For a moment, he considered handing you off to another tattoo shop. Maybe his attraction to you would cloud his judgment. However, when you set the tablet down and settled back in the chair, he knew it was way too late.

“Alright, one more decision to make,” Jeongin made his way back over to you and plopped down on a nearby rolling stool. He moved a little closer, but not close enough to where your knees would brush.

“What’s that?”

“How big do you want it? The smallest I could do would be about…” he lifted his hands to demonstrate, “this but I can go as big as you want.”

“Oh, um,” you glanced down at your thigh and he followed your gaze. He licked his lips at the sight of your legs on full display for him. All he wanted was to be squeezed between them as he rode you through your umteenth orgasm of the night. Something about that damn skirt drove him crazy. “About the size you have there is okay.”

“Perfect, I’ll print out the stencil and we’ll be good to go!”

Jeongin stood up and made a beeline for the counter at the front of the store. He began the printing process and in the meantime he went to the front door and flipped the sign to “closed.” White he was at it, he also shut off the neon sign in the window. He thought about locking the door but figured that you would feel safer with it unlocked.

You, however, would have been okay with anything.

From the moment you stepped into the shop, it was like lightning struck you to your place. As soon as you laid eyes on him you knew that you’d come to the right place. First of all, his work was immaculate. His style was exactly what you were looking for. However as soon as you saw the artist himself, it was as if you were glued to the ground. He was positively, show stoppingly gorgeous. He spoke with a slight Busan accent, which you found incredibly endearing. His face was boyishly cute but his entire demeanor made up for that. He looked as if he wanted to eat you alive and you would probably let him.

You’d be the first to say you weren’t the most innocent person in the world. Many people only ever slept with their soulmates, but not you. You didn’t have a soulmate, but you still felt sexual urges on occasion. You’d only slept with a couple of people, but even at the time both of you knew that it wasn’t right. The sex was nice, but it wasn’t soulmate sex. According to your best friend, who’d somehow lucked out and found her soulmate the day she turned 21, soulmate sex was unmatched.

You could only hope that was true.

Watching Jeongin walk around the shop was torture. His skin practically glowed in the dim lights of the shop and the fluorescent lights from the signs on the window. His muscles flexed as he worked on the stencil and your mouth watered at the sight. How had you landed the hottest tattoo artist in the city on the first try?

Before you’d settled on his shop, you’d followed a bunch of different tattoo shops in order to gauge the different styles. You’d looked for months to try and decide which artist would be the best. That being said, the moment you came across Jeongin’s Instagram, you knew immediately that you loved his style.

However, now you were liking something else about him entirely.

Jeongin strode over to you with the stencil in hand. He shot you a boyish smile that somehow looked sinful coming from him.

“Where do you want it?” He asked.

Using one foot, he pulled up a rolling stool right next to the tattooing chair and he plopped down right next to her. He held the stencil between his thumbs and forefingers, waiting for her to give him instruction.

“Oh, right here.” You lifted the hem of your skirt slightly and Jeongin’s eyes greedily followed the motion. You used two hands to show him where you wanted it to be.

Then came the moment of truth.

Was this incredible man your soulmate? Or was he destined to just be your tattoo artist?

Jeongin leaned in closer and carefully lined up the stencil with where you wanted it. Slowly, he lowered his hands towards your skin. He glanced up at you as if to ask if you wanted him to touch you. Your skin practically ached for his touch and you involuntarily lifted your leg to be closer. Even if Jeongin wasn’t your soulmate, you knew there was something between you.

The back of his knuckle grazed your thigh.

For a moment, nothing happened.

Then, your core throbbed. Hard.

It was him. This man was your soulmate.

Jeongin’s hands wavered but he slowly pressed the stencil onto your skin and carefully smoothed it out. The pads of his fingers ran across the skin of your thigh, slowly mapping out the smoothness of your skin. He bit back a gasp as his jeans tightened. Both of his palms rested on your thigh now, under the guise of smoothing down the stencil but he knew better.

Arousal licked up his spine and turned his ears bright red. His cock strained desperately in his underwear, begging him to push it into the space between your legs. The veins in his hands twitched as he gripped your thigh. He bit down on his tongue to keep from shoving you down on the chair and taking you right that very second. He just knew that you would feel perfect. However, he had to be professional.

As gently as he could, Jeongin pulled the stencil back to reveal the rich purple ink staining your skin. He stared at the design on your leg for a few long seconds before forcing himself to look up at you and he about came in his pants.

You stared down at him with hooded eyes and blown out pupils. Your glossy lips were parted as they eyed him up. The arousal between your legs pulsed in waves. You squeezed your knees together in an effort to keep some dignity. After your shower this morning, you’d gotten dressed in a rush and forgot one of the most important articles of clothing. The one that was the barrier between you and the outside world. The one that should be between you and the man, your soulmate, who was about to tattoo your skin.

Moments too late, you realized you’d neglected to put on panties.

The space between your legs began to feel sticky. Jeongin made no move to look away from you.

“Is the placement okay?” Jeongin’s voice sounded strained but he still managed to hold eye contact. Your eyes flicked down to the ink once more. It looked fine to you, so you nodded. Jeongin smirked. “Come on, darling, use your words.”

“Yes, it’s great.” You blurted. The space between your bodies was too vast. In reality it was maybe two feet but in your mind it was like there were football fields between you.

“Come on, you have to really look at it. After all, it’s going to be on your skin forever.” Jeongin cocked his head at you.

Surely he was feeling the same brutal arousal as you, right? Surely he understood what that meant, right? You wanted to scream at him.

WE’RE SOULMATES! FUCK ME ALREADY!

But his gaze left you glued to his seat. Suddenly, you were ready to follow orders.

You tore your gaze away from his to look down at your thigh. The purple ink stained your skin in a bold preview of the tattoo you wanted. The placement genuinely looked okay to you. After probably the longest five seconds of your life, you looked back up.

“It looks great. Let’s do it.”

“Awesome, ready to get started?”

You stared at him for a few seconds, willing your throat to cooperate.

“Yes.”

“Perfect.”

“What’s your name?” You blurted. You knew him solely by his Instagram handle, which was his shop name but you couldn’t remember your own soulmate's name. He only grinned.

“Jeongin. And yours?”

“Y/N.”

“What a beautiful name, Y/N.” Jeongin moved away from you just long enough to put on some blue latex gloves and some other supplies. “Since this is your first tattoo I’m going to just do one of the smaller stars first. If you don’t think you’re up for it after that, we can stop there, no judgment.”

“Okay.” Your voice shook and you wondered just how he was staying so composed.

On the contrary, Jeongin was so painfully hard that he was worried he’d cum if he moved the wrong way and applied just the right amount of friction.

However, he shifted in his seat and prepared the tattoo gun. He put on a pair of rubber gloves and leaned over your thigh. He swallowed heavily before he placed his palm on your upper thigh. As gently as he could, he placed the tip of the gun against the outline of one of the smaller stars on the design. You winced when the needle began to do it’s thing, but didn’t stop him. He gently traced the first small line of the tattoo before pulling away.

“How was that?” Jeongin asked you, but he couldn’t look at you in case his voice would quiver.

“Stings but… I can take it.” You chose your words carefully. Jeongin tensed.

“You can take it, huh?” Jeongin’s grip on your thigh tightened. Your core clenched around nothing.

With that, Jeongin got right back to work. He traced the pattern with his tattoo gun as slowly as possible. Partially to draw out the visit but also to give you room if you needed to twitch or adjust. Getting a tattoo for the first time was no joke, and while he wanted you to sit in his chair as long as possible, he also wanted your first tattoo experience to be as minimally traumatic as possible. He had to remain as professional as humanly possible.

However, that’s when he smelled it.

Or to be more accurate, that’s when he smelled you.

It was as if his sense of smell was heightened with his arousal, or maybe it was because your arousal was so strong. Either way, when you shifted in your seat he got a strong whiff of it and if anything it made him harder. The scent was so rich and sweet and it took everything in him not to part your legs and stick his face between them.

His large palm squeezed your thigh gently, and in response you squeezed your thighs together. With the realization that you were getting wetter and wetter with each passing second, you were determined to keep your legs locked shut so Jeongin couldn’t sense your arousal, but he had other plans.

“Relax your thighs a little, darling,” his tantalizing voice shot up your spine, “I can’t tattoo if you’re all tensed up.”

“Shouldn’t we talk about this?” You blurted suddenly. He blinked in surprise at you and your face flushed with embarrassment. Maybe you’d gotten it all wrong.

“Talk about what? Your tattoo? I’ve already started but we can certainly-”

“Are you trying to tell me that you don’t feel anything right now?”

Jeongin’s shocked expression slowly melted into a smirk. He squeezed your thigh tightly and pulled your leg towards him. Your legs parted and exposed you to the chilly air of the tattoo shop. The cold air licked up your core and you shivered.

“Keep your pretty legs open for me while I mark you and maybe I’ll give you what I want,” Jeongin challenged as if his dick wasn’t throbbing in his underwear.

“I- what?” Your face flushed with embarrassment at the idea of being exposed to him, but at the same time you had a feeling that if you closed your legs he wouldn’t give you what you wanted.

Jeongin got back to work. One hand gently massaged your thigh when he wasn’t wiping away excess ink. The tattoo gun stung as he traced the design, but you could barely feel it over the wet throbbing in your core. You were positive that the inside of your thighs and the chair beneath you were doused in your slick. You tried desperately to appear normal but you needed him inside you, like, yesterday.

It became increasingly clear that Jeongin knew exactly what was going on. The more you watched him, the more you should see him shifting in his seat to try and conceal the massive bulge in his jeans. Deciding to test the waters a little bit, you spread your knees apart a little more.

Jeongin had to pause and take a deep breath to keep himself composed. The scent of your arousal was driving him absolutely mad and he was ready to get rid of the idea of having your tattoo take as long as possible. Now he wanted it done as soon as possible so he could put his fingers inside you and let your taste coat his mouth. He wanted to drink you up until you were shaking.

“You’re doing so well for me, baby,” Jeongin praised once he was halfway done. He wiped the tattoo with a damp paper towel to get rid of some of the excess ink. Your thigh was a little swollen but that was to be expected. Your skirt fell delicately just enough to cover your core from him.

“So you do know who I am?” Your voice came out strained. The more he touched you the more turned on you got. You wondered if the entire shop smelled of your pussy.

“Of course I do, angel. I knew it from the second you walked in here. Do you need a break?” Jeongin cocked his head innocently once more.

“N-no. I want you to be done soon.”

“Why’s that, Y/N baby?”

Yeah, you were done for. Any and all proprietary got thrown out the window.

“I need you inside me immediately.” You couldn’t believe you’d just spoken that way to a stranger, but your pussy wanted what it wanted.

“Then I’d better get back to work, huh? I’m eager to see what’s mine.”

With that, Jeongin went back to it. The sting of the needle and the blood didn’t bother you. You had no idea how you could still be so wet while being in that kind of pain. You didn’t think you were a masochist, but something about Jeongin made it seem normal.

You wanted to cry and beg for him to fuck you already, but you had a feeling he wouldn’t if you acted desperate.

Instead you let out a pathetic whimper when a particularly empty clench made you shiver. Jeongin paused and raised an eyebrow in question but you nodded to assure him that you were okay. The tattoo wasn’t causing you any pain at this point. The ache between your legs rivaled any and all pain you’d experienced thus far.

The only sounds in the shop were the buzzing of the tattoo gun and your heavy breathing as you tried to get your arousal under control. You had a feeling you’d cum the moment he finally touched you. If he finally touched you.

“You’re doing so well for me, baby. Keep your legs open, I want the chair to be soaking before I even give you my tongue.” You shivered. “Oh, you’d like that, huh? I bet you’ll taste even better than you smell. Your pussy is already crying for me.”

“Are you almost done?” You asked and Jeongin tsked at you and pulled the tattoo gun away from your skin to wipe at the raw tattoo.

“You’re so impatient. Do I need to teach you the rules?”

“Wh-what are the rules?”

“The rules are that you sit still, legs open, and you don’t touch yourself. When I’m done and if you’re good, maybe then I’ll give you my fingers, got it? And I am going to take as long as I want to get this pretty tattoo done for you.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Already so obedient,” Jeongin smirked, but dropped the facade for a moment to reassure you, “If you need a break just tell me, okay? Tattooing can be hard.”

“Got it.” You nodded, letting him know that he could get started again. You were glad that, despite the dominance he was showing, he would give you a break if you wanted.

However, you were pretty sure you wouldn’t need one. From your perspective, it looked to be almost finished but you weren’t the artist. You had no way of knowing when he would be done. Especially since it was explicitly clear to you now that he wanted to take his sweet time with you.

A particularly sharp stab of the needle made you wince but you didn’t tap out. At this point you needed literally any kind of friction to soothe the pounding in your core. You could feel your heartbeat in your pussy. Your parted legs were a window into you and your smell overpowered the tiny shop.

You thought this couldn’t get any worse. That was, until Jeongin started speaking. His voice sounded sweet and boyish but his words were anything but.

“Baby, you smell absolutely divine. I can’t wait to shove my tongue into you and drink up your sweetness. I can’t wait to see your sweet, tight pussy. I need to be inside you so bad but I gotta make you feel good first. Baby, you’re mine forever.” You clenched at this, hard. Jeongin smirked at this. “You like that, my love? You like the idea of being mine forever? Angel, your little pussy is mine.”

You were reduced to a whining, whimpering mess at his words. You wanted to slip your fingers beneath your skirt and through your folds. You figured that even the smallest touch would send you over the edge. The desire and need you had for him was going to drive you crazy.

“Please,” you begged and Jeongin smirked.

“Please, what, my love?”

“Please touch me or let me touch myself. I need it.”

“You need it? Sounds desperate. Are you desperate for me?”

“Yes! I’m so desperate for you! I need your fingers! I need your tongue. I need your cock, please!”

Your hand slipped down to grab the hem of your skirt. The tips of your fingers grazed your soaking folds and you moaned on contact. Rules be damned, you needed relief and you needed it now. The tip of your finger prodded your swollen hole.

“What did I say?” Jeongin pushed your hand away, “The tattoo is almost done. Be patient or your slutty little hole gets nothing. Do you even know what your body is craving so badly? Have you ever had anyone else in you before?”

“No! I swear, no one else has ever touched me. But… I know what I want.” Your eyes darted to the tent in his pants and your mouth watered. Jeongin smirked.

“Perfect. Then you’re all mine to ruin.”

A shiver ripped down your spine at his words.

After what felt like an eternity, the buzzing of the tattoo needle stopped. Jeongin wiped the tattoo a few more times, cleaned it, then applied a thin plastic protective film over it. Every single touch of his hands on you made your body ache for more. At this rate, you wondered if people could die from lack of touch.

Once the film was applied, Jeongin tore his gloves off and raced to wash his hands. He sat back on his stool almost before you’d realized he was gone.

“I’d go over tattoo aftercare but I can barely think right now,” Jeongin admitted, swinging the stool around so he was sitting directly in front of you, “Y/N, baby, tell me this is okay. I want you so badly but I won’t do anything if you say no.”

“If you don’t touch me right this instant, I’ll die.” Your declaration made him chuckle.

Then, his hands were on you. Without the gloves, the feeling of his skin on yours was borderline orgasmic. His veiny hands grabbed your knees tightly and pressed down, forcing your legs open even more. His gaze dropped from your eyes, down your body, to the hollow space between your legs. It was barely covered by the thin material of your skirt but it was still like he was exposing you to the world.

His hands moved up your legs, massaging your thighs along the way with deep presses and firm squeezes. His eyes darkened the moment his nimble fingers flipped up your skirt and revealed your glistening core to him.

“Y/N, baby, you’re so wet I think I’ll drown.” Jeongin’s voice dropped an octave. You could only whine and lift your hips up a little to entice him closer.

“Jeongin, please, please touch me.” You begged shamelessly. He smirked at your neediness.

“Next time I’ll punish you for being needy, but this time I’ll reward you for being so patient while you got that tattoo.”

Jeongin’s hands landed on your inner thighs. He slowly moved his hands closer, rubbing small circles as he inched closer to where you needed him the most. Then, his fingertips grazed against your swollen hole and you let out an embarrassingly loud moan. He circled upwards until he found your clit. He knew he found it when you gasped and your knees opened a little bit more. The second his finger made contact with your clit, intense sparks of pleasure shot through your veins.

He rubbed in tantalizingly slow circles and you had half a mind to knock his hand out of the way to get off yourself. You could feel your heartbeat in your pussy with how badly you needed him.

Finally he moved his hand back down to your entrance and prodded it with his index finger. He smirked when you moaned and pushed your hips up. Then, he finally pushed his long digit into you and your core clenched onto him hard.

“Oh baby, does that feel good? You like it when I finger you?” Jeongin cooed and he pressed a second finger into your dripping cunt, “I can’t take it anymore.”

Before you could register his words, Jeongin was shifting. He pressed his free hand to the inside of your knee for stability as he leaned down and latched his mouth onto your glistening folds. He sucked you into his mouth, slurping on your juices and moaning at the taste. His lips latched onto your clit and sucked.

You could feel his smirk against you as you moaned freely. He played and pleasured your cunt as if he’d been doing it all his life. He curled his fingers within you just the right amount as he searched for the gummy spot inside of you. It didn’t take him long before the pad of his finger pressed into it and you let out a sob.

“Please, please, please,” you begged, though your brain was too clouded to remember what you were begging for.

Jeongin lifted his head from your cunt to chide you, “Aw, baby, are you already drunk on my fingers? I haven’t even given you my cock yet. What do you want, angel?”

“Cu- cu, I wanna,” you lifted your hips a little to entice him back to your center. Jeongin leaned down to lap gently at your clit and you moaned at the pleasure that ripped up your spine.

“I want to give you what you want, so just tell me, baby.”

“Cum! I wanna cum!”

“You wanna cum? How?” He tilted his head innocently as if his chin wasn’t dripping in your arousal.

“In your mouth. On your tongue. Please, please!” You cried. Your hand reached up to curl into his hair as you guided him back to your center.

You were sure Jeongin would punish you later for touching him without permission, but right now he needed this as much as you did. Jeongin’s lips latched right back onto your sensitive clit and got right back to work.

He licked and sucked on the sensitive bud like his life depended on it. Jeongin’s eyes slipped closed as he let your taste overwhelm his mouth. Every gush of arousal on his fingers made his dick harder and harder. He was sure he would blow untouched. He removed his fingers from the depths of your core and you started to whine at the loss but he made up for it by immediately shoving his tongue into you and lapping up every single drop of arousal.

The warm, wet muscle inside of you wiggled and sucked at your dripping hole. Jeongin ate you as if he’d never tasted anything so good in his life, and to be honest he probably hadn’t. He wanted to savor every moment between your legs, and as much as he wanted to eat you out until the sun came up, he also needed to cum. Like now. But you had to cum first.

He pressed lightly just above your clit to push the bundle of nerves out a little bit. Once it was exposed to the air, he suffocated it with his lips. He latched on and sucked like his life depended on it. Every suck and every lick got you closer and closer to the edge.

He moaned into your cunt and the vibrations made you shiver. Your core began to clench and spasm around nothing. Almost as if he could tell, he plunged his fingers back into you. The friction of his fingers and the suction of his mouth overwhelmed you but in the best way.

You meant to warn him, you really did, but your orgasm grew and crashed over you before you could even register what was happening. You moaned louder than you had all night and the grip you had on his head tightened. Your cunt clenched and rippled around his fingers and he moaned as he drank up your release. Pleasure pulsed through your body in waves. Your cunt sucked his fingers deeper into you as he worked you through the most intense orgasm of your life.

All of the ones you’d done yourself were nothing compared to how Jeongin made you feel.

Despite the sharp pang of overstimulation, Jeongin kept sucking at your folds and at your hole to get every single taste of your orgasm that he could.

It wasn’t long before the pleasure began to mount again and a second orgasm washed over you as Jeongin tenderly lapped at your cunt. The second orgasm was less intense but it left you empty and craving even more of him.

“Cock,” you announced and he pulled away from your cunt and raised an eyebrow at you.

“What?”

“Please, I’m so empty, I need your cock,” you couldn’t believe the bold words that were coming out of your mouth, but Jeongin didn’t hesitate.

“You want my cock? You think you can take it?” Jeongin removed himself from you and sat back. The outline of his thick cock showed right through his tight pants. You salivated at the sight.

“Please,”

“Very well then,” Jeongin rose to his feet and began to undo his belt and the zipper on his pants, “Alright, soulmate, let's have some fun, then.”

One thing was for sure. If your cunt felt even half as good as it tasted, Jeongin would never let you go. Thank goodness for Soulmates.

#skz jeongin #yang jeongin #jeongin smut #i.n. smut #skz i.n smut.#soulmate au #stray kids smut #skz smut #tattoo artist au #smut au

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hopesangelsprite · 2 years

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FREAKY FRIDAY

(A/N): Hello my precious people!! This will be a JJK smut story. Here are the warnings: Degradation Kink, Praise Kink, Bondage Kink, Overstimulation, Manhandling (if you squint), Breeding kink. As usual, read up to the ⚠warning⚠ if this makes you uncomfortable! Enjoy <3

I never considered myself to be a cowardly person. Almost nothing could make me scared or afraid to close my eyes... almost nothing. It was a slow Friday night when it happened. All of my classes and assignments were complete, and my professors had been merciful enough to give all of their students a weekend off from the stressful work we'd been doing all week. Instead of going out to party like everyone else, I decided to stay in my dorm and play video games. Don't judge me.

The day had been tiresome with all the last minute working and organizing going on on campus. The air had taken a nice chill as fall was beginning to manifest more. All the leaves were pretty shades of golden orange and red, and the nights were clear with star-littered skies. It was evident that October was here.

(A/N: ♏ SCORPIO SEASON BITCHES ♏ )

It was about 10:00 pm when a knock sounded at my dorm door which was rare considering I didn't socialize much. I paused my gaming and set aside my controller before leaving my room to answer the persistent knocking. I opened the door to find my roommate Jungkook standing in the hallway with an awkward smile. I stared at him blankly before stepping to the side and letting him in. He offered me a bashful chuckle and said, "Sorry, I kinda left my keys here. Thanks for letting me in!". I muttered, "No problem.", before turning and walking away without another word spoken.

My roommate and I weren't all that close. Jungkook was kind, considerate, and unnecessarily good-looking. He was incredibly intimidating as well. We spoke here and there whenever the two of us were in the dorm at the same time, but I made it my business not to bother him too much. I was never good at talking with people I was attracted to anyways.

"Why aren't you out having fun like everyone else tonight?", he called as I began walking back into my room. I stopped and turned to see him coming out of the kitchen with a small bottle of banana milk in his large hands. "I don't like crowds or people if I'm being honest. I know it sounds rude, but being around lots of people makes me feel drained.", I explained quietly to which he hummed with an understanding nod. "I know how you feel. I was supposed to be going to a party at Tae's tonight, but there were way too many people.", he started after taking a sip of sweet drink, "I figured that I'd come back here and watch a few movies. Maybe even convince my roommate to watch with me?". I froze for a second at what he was suggesting. I was being given an opportunity to spend time with my crush for 2+ hours... in a dimly lit room. Just the thought of such a situation made me nervous, but the hope in Jungkook's eyes was enough to make me give in.

"Sure, that sounds cool.", I agreed with a little smile. Jungkook cheered and ran towards his room. I chuckled a bit in confusion as he came back to beam at me from the hallway. "Meet me in my room in fifteen minutes! Dress comfortably!", he demanded before running back to his room. I shook my head as I entered my own room and walked to my closet. Although I was nervous, I couldn't help but feel a tiny bit happy. Hopefully, this was a good idea!

*TIMESKIP BROUGHT TO YOU BY JIMIN JUST BECAUSE -*

This was a horrible idea. It was one of the worse fucking ideas in the history of ideas I'd ever had. When Jungkook had invited me to his room to watch movies, I'd assumed he wanted to watch Marvel movies or an anime, but I was wrong. He'd chosen three horror movies for the two of us to watch... in the dark.

As stated before, almost nothing could scare me. The only exception was horror movies. I didn't have the stomach for it. So when he told me what we were watching, I thought about faking illness or something to get out of our little movie night. Then I saw how happy and excited he was sitting on his bed surrounded by blankets and various pillows. I reluctantly swallowed my fears and moved to sit next to him. A few minutes later the first movie began.

It didn't get bad until the second half of the movie. The killer was chasing the main protagonist in the dark, and it was obvious someone was about to die. The scene was like any other gore-filled horror movie murder, but I still found myself hiding in the blanket burrito I had wrapped myself in. With a little bit of effort and bravery, I was able to make it look like I wasn't scared out of my mind. Jungkook didn't look fazed at all, it actually looked like he was laughing a little. The second movie was ten times more terrifying than the first. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he'd set them up to get progressively scarier.

(A/N: In all seriousness, I feel like he'd do some shit like this lol)

By the time half of the movie had passed, I was trying not to flinch too much. I stared into the screen too afraid to close my eyes or look away. I pulled my blanket tighter around me and tried to breathe a little when I realized I was holding my breath. "Dude, are you okay?", Jungkook asked after glancing at me. I shrugged not trusting my voice at the moment. He paused the movie and pulled the blanket off of my head to look at me.

"You look terrified!", the dark haired boy exclaimed before breaking into a fit of laughter. I glared at him and huffed before scooting away from him. "Rude.", I muttered while turning away. It wasn't my fault he chose unreasonably scary movies. Jungkook laughed a little bit more and pulled me into a tight back hug. Heat began spreading through my body as I stared at his toned, tattooed arms wrapped around my body. "I'm sorry for laughing at you, love. You just looked so cute all scared like that!", he hummed while squeezing me tightly. More unnatural warmth washed over me and I found my pout melting into a small smile. "I'm not going to be able to sleep tonight because of you, you know.", I complained with an annoyed eye roll.

⚠ WARNING: SMUT AHEAD, CONTENTS MAY BE HOT!! ⚠

Jungkook chuckled and dropped his head into the crook of my shoulder. "I think I can help with that.", he whispered and I frowned a bit in confusion. After a few moments of trying to figure out what he was talking about, realization settled within me. "Go on, I'm listening.", I said cooly despite my rapidly beating heart. He lifted his head to place a kiss underneath my ear sending shivers down my spine. "Why listen when you can feel?", he purred in a dark tone. A shaky breath escaped me and I grew warmer.

"Then what are you waiting for? Show me.", I said quietly as his hands began to roam underneath my hoodie. Jungkook clicked his tongue before planting a kiss at the base of my neck. "Such an impatient little thing, aren't you. In this room, you only get what you want if you say please.", he informed me while tugging at the waistband of the shorts I was wearing. I stopped myself from making a smart comment when his fingertips grazed a sensitive spot on my stomach. "Please... please show me.", I begrudgingly pleaded as he started to litter my neck with more kisses.

He made a noise of satisfaction before finally pushing past the waistband of my shorts and underwear. I shivered at the slight friction between his rough hands and my soft skin. "You know,", he mused while separating my legs with his own, "These walls are very thin.". I hummed wondering what he was talking about. "They're so thin that I can hear the pathetic way you whimper my name in your sleep. What do I do in your dreams to make you sound so needy and weak?", he asked and a wave of embarrassment crashed over me. As I tried to think of a way to explain myself, Jungkook's fingers moved to knead the sensitive button beneath my underwear. A soft mewl escaped my lips and my eyes widened.

I quickly brought my hand up to cover my mouth, but he stopped me before I could. "Don't go quiet on me now, darling. Say my name the way you did a few nights ago.", he ordered and quickened the pace of his skilled touch. I whimpered and squirmed at the familiar feeling building in the pit of my stomach. "K-kookie please!", I moaned earning a dark chuckle from him. Jungkook lifted his free hand and brought it up to grasp the sides of my neck. He squeezed and released my throat a couple of times while whispering filthy words into my ears. The tension in my stomach grew closer and closer to breaking with every desire and wish he spoke of fulfilling.

Just as the coil within me was about to snap, a loud knock echoed through the house from the living room. I gasped and reached to grab Jungkook's wrist but he slapped my hand away. He quickened the pace of his fingers again, this time applying pressure to my sensitive cunt. I squealed and he moved his hand from my throat to my mouth and muffled the sound. "Not a fucking word, you understand me?", he growled quietly to which I nodded.

Another round of knocking came followed by the sound of one of his friends calling his name, but my focus was no longer on who was at the door. I bit my lip in a weak attempt to quiet the sounds threatening to escape me. Jungkook just chuckled and pressed harder. "You're so fragile it's sickening. I'm going to enjoy breaking you over and over again.", he hissed and the coil finally snapped. I screamed into his hands as the orgasm that had been building up hit me harder than I expected. Instead of stopping and allowing me to collect myself, he pressed even harder.

I writhed and squirmed in a weak attempt to escape the sweet torture he was subjecting me to. My legs shook as he forced them further apart to explore more of me. I whimpered as another orgasm washed over me. Tears of pleasure leaked from the corners of my eyes as stars clouded my vision. "Oh no, are you crying? You poor thing, such a pitiful little whore.", he teased with fake empathy, "Maybe I should move my hand and let whoever's at the door hear how much you like my fingers in your worthless cunt.". My eyes widened and I shook my head before leaning back against his shoulder to look up at him with pleading his eyes.

My weak gaze was met with the cold, wicked eyes of a sadist. Jungkook glanced toward his closed-door before moving his hand from my face. I shut my mouth and steadied my breathing before shakily exhaling. "Don't worry, they should be gone by now. If they aren't, they're gonna get an earful.", he said as he slipped his other hand out of my shorts. His fingers were coated with a clear, sticky liquid and I looked away in embarrassment knowing that I was the cause of it. "Stop acting shy and open up.", he commanded while bringing his hand to face. I hesitated a moment before parting my lips allowing his fingers entrance to my mouth.

Two of his digits were roughly shoved into my mouth and I gagged a little bit. There was a sweet taste on my tongue that I soon realized was the taste of me. "I'd love to make you gag more, but I'm afraid I'll have to take a raincheck.", he purred as he pulled his fingers from my mouth and put them into his own. He hummed at the taste and released his fingers with a pop. "Sweet, just like you!", he chirped as he booped my nose.

Jungkook rolled his shoulders before shoving me onto my back. I sat up on my forearms and watched curiously as he began untying the strings of his sweatpants. Once he was finished, he leaned over to open his nightstand. From the dark drawer, he pulled out a long strip of black velvet and held it in front of my face. "Wanna try something new?", he inquired with a quirk of his pierced brow. I nodded with heavy enthusiasm and offered him my wrists. He took my hands and carefully began to tie them together. "You dirty little bitch,", he teased as he secured my wrists to his headboard, "but you're my dirty little bitch!". With that, he tilted my chin upward with his thumb and forefinger to kiss me gently.

He broke the kiss and leaned back to tug at my shorts. I lifted my hips and allowed him to pull them off along with my underwear. Once they were off, he tossed them over his shoulder and onto the floor. A few moments later he'd rid himself of his clothes as well. I tilted my head to take in the wonder in front of me. "What are you staring at, love? Something you like?", he asked while raking his fingers through his hair. "Perfection.", I answered breathlessly. Jungkook chuckled a bit before pushing my legs apart and lining himself up at my entrance. "Don't think flattery's gonna stop me from fucking you brainless. The compliment is much appreciated, though." he spoke quietly before slowly pushing himself inside me.

I hissed at the almost painful stretch and pulled at my restraints. Kookie leaned down to catch my lips in a soft kiss as he continued to fill me up. Soon, he'd bottomed out and allowed me some time to adjust to the intrusion. "Ready?", he asked after a second or two. I nodded and took in a breathe. Slowly, he pulled out and rolled his hips forward. I moaned softly at the slow drag of his member against my walls and lifted my hips to meet him halfway. "Eager aren't we.", he purred with a soft hiss. He groaned and gripped the back of my thigh creating tiny crescents in my flesh with his fingernails.

With every roll of his hips, I became a little more breathless and a lot needier. A string of weak whimpers and moans escaped me as he pushed my legs further apart and toward my chest. "You're taking me so well, baby! You look so pretty and helpless underneath me.", Jungkook moaned and began thrusting faster, "I think I'm gonna fill this pretty pussy up and keep you tied to me. You'd like that wouldn't you?". All I could do was whimper and nod while choking back moans. He'd set in at a bruising pace with enough force to shake my body. The only thing keeping me from hitting my head on the headboard was his hand around my neck.

"Please, Kookie, please!", I managed to mewl out through ragged breaths. Whether I was begging him to slow down or speed up, I had no clue. The only thing on my mind was the blissful feeling of him abusing my G-spot. Jungkook cursed under his breath before grabbing my leg and placing it on his shoulder. With a devious look in his eyes, he let go of my throat and dragged his fingertips down my chest to the hem of the hoodie I was still wearing. Nimble fingers pushed the fabric of my hoodie up until it was gathered at my chin. I winced at the cool air against my bare chest and Jungkook groaned at the sight of my bouncing tits.

I cried out and arched my chest into his hands as he began to explore the expanse of it. "You shouldn't hide things from me, doll. I don't like you keeping secrets.", he grunted while flicking my nipples between his fingers. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I lazily babbled promises never to hide anything from him ever again. That same tension in my stomach from before began to build again as Jungkook's hand settled on my lower stomach and pressed down. A broken sob escaped my lips as he began to rub fast circles on my already sensitive clit. I gripped the velvet that was binding my wrists together and shut my eyes as the coil inside me snapped a thousand times harder than before. "C-cumming! Fuck- can't take it - too much!! PLEASE!!", I wailed desperately as my walls clenched around his throbbing cock.

"Fuck fuck fuck.", Jungkook hissed through clenched teeth at the warm, wet feeling gripping his member. He whimpered softly as he dropped his head into the crook of my neck. His hips stuttered once, then twice before he came undone in thick, white ropes. The room was quiet save for the heavy breathing between us as he pulled out and rolled onto his back beside me. "Holy fucking shit!", he chuckled out while reaching up and untying the velvet strip and freeing my hands. Once they were free, I stretched and rolled over to cuddle into his side. Jungkook cooed and wrapped me in a tight hug before kissing my forehead.

(A/N: SMUT IS OVER!!)

"You did so well, princess! I'm so proud of you.", he whispered sweetly. I looked up to find his eyes filled with warmth and a soft smile on his face. I tilted my head up to kiss his chin and mutter, "I'm proud of you, too.", just loud enough for him to hear it. We laid together in peaceful silence until Jungkook pulled away and sat up. "Come on, let's get a shower and some food before we both pass out.", he said and I hummed in agreement as I made my way towards the bathroom. "And if you're up for it we can get a headstart on round two.", he drawled causing me to stumble and nearly fall over. Jungkook caught me and laughed. I rolled my eyes and put my arm over his shoulder to steady myself before reaching to pinch his side. "I was just kidding, love! I wasn't being serious..", he teased as he picked me up bridal style.

"Or was I~"

THE END

(A/N:) LAWD HAVE MERCY ON MY SOUL THIS SMUT IS SO LONNGGGGG!! Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed this story ! Please remember to like, share, reblog, and comment your thoughts and fave parts. Also, take care of yourselves and feed and hydrate yourselves properly. I LOVE Y'ALL SO MUCH <333

Peace ✌🏿.

#bts fic #bts #bts au #bts smut #bts jjk #jungkook x reader #jungkook #bts jungkook #jeon jungguk #smut au #bts army #bts smau

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kooktrash · 4 months

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million dollar darling | jeon jungkook

summary: jeon jungkook is well aware of how privileged he is to have been born into the life he was given. it was glamorous and influential yet close-knit and suffocating, something he thought he wanted to escape from. a trip back home to the circle of wealth and snottiness for his best friend’s million dollar wedding has reminded him of all the reasons why he wanted to leave in the first place… and all the reasons he should stay — the main one being you, the spoiled rich girl he knew was utterly perfect for him.

➣ genre/au: jungkook x model!reader [she/her, female anatomy], old money au, smut, plot [soft on the e2l/f2l tropes]

[loosely inspired by ‘crazy rich asians’ movie/book by kevin kwan]

➣19.7k words

warnings: heavy plot. smut. model oc. jk is a wander but he’s really just a rich guy in disguise. oc and jk got heavy tension but good banter. oc is kinda snotty but not really? namjoon x oc [not y/n]. rich, old money snotty bts. sex on a yacht. teasing. foreplay. oral [f and m receiving]. jk goes to town on oc. cunnilingus. unprotected. missionary. oc on top. jk is tatted up in a polo. heavy makeout. breast play. fingering. dirty talk. oc goes down on jk while he’s on the phone with hobi 😭. jk’s villain arc as he slowly turns back into a cocky rich boy hehe. jk gets sex flashbacks at dolce and gabbana

“Come on, it’s my wedding and I want you as my best man. Do it for your best friend.”

The sky had been clear when he landed, a bright blue cloudless sky that resembled the clarity of the sea he had left behind. The air already seemed stiffer and the bleakness of the airport brought his mood down almost immediately.

The only thing to make him somewhat happy to be home was the sight of the person in front of him, a huge grin on his face as he saw him. The man was dressed casual in a pair of sweats and a hoodie but the small details of his watch matched with the luxury car parked outside brought unwelcome attention to Jungkook when people stared.

“I was worried you bailed last minute,” Namjoon said with a grin as he pulled him into a hug, “It’s good to see you.”

“I wouldn’t,” Jungkook reached into the pocket of his oversized black hoodie and slid his face mask off, taking a cigarette and lighting it once they were outside the airport, “It’s been too long without seeing your beautiful face.”

“Yeah, don’t tell Yeonwoo, but I’d marry you if you weren’t such a man,” Namjoon joked, playfully flirting which Jungkook just laughed off.

“Too bad you’re not my type,” Jungkook patted his shoulder apologetically, “Besides, where is the bride?”

“Getting her hair done for tonight,” Namjoon said as they got into a Bentley Mulssane, “Also, please drive, I’m scared.”

“Hyung,” Jungkook scoffed, taking the keys anyway, “If you hate driving so much why buy an expensive car?”

“Yeonwoo liked the color,” Namjoon said as he got in the passenger’s seat of his own car, “Are you staying with your parents? I could still find you an apartment.”

“For a week? Don’t bother, I’m staying at a hotel,” Jungkook said, turning the engine on and driving out.

Namjoon sighed, “So you really are leaving again?”

“Was there ever a doubt I was?” Jungkook asked in surprise.

“Duh, kid. We miss you, you rarely call, you never visit, you barely respond and we know nothing that goes on with you,” Namjoon said, “I thought once you got your fill of life experiences, you’d come back.”

Jungkook didn’t say anything at that, sniffling uncomfortably as he tried switching the subject, “So, who’s my partner?”

This time Namjoon was the one to freeze up, staring out the window with sunglasses on and his jaw locked. With a shy smile, he asked, “Are you gonna bring a date?”

His brows furrowed as he looked at his friend, “Who’s the Maid of Honor?”

Namjoon released a nervous laugh, “Y/n L/n.”

The silence in the car was loud and from the way Jungkook’s jaw tensed and his eyes narrowed, it was easy to see he wasn’t happy about that. You? You were the Maid of Honor and his partner down the aisle?

“You know, her and Yeonwoo are close and Yeonwoo’s always thinking about who looks the best next to her on camera and obviously she’s gonna choose the runway model but listen,” Namjoon could barely catch a breath, “Y/n’s matured more now and she’s going to be there tonight so please be on your best behavior.”

“Tonight? What’s tonight?” Jungkook’s tone was sharper now and Namjoon huffed in annoyance.

“The rehearsal dinner on the pier, it was all in the catalog I sent you,” Namjoon said, “It’s for press. Our parents want to get it on Forbes and Vogue, they want to make it the Wedding of the Year.”

They both laughed at that and Jungkook sighed, “So there’s gonna be cameras?”

“Yeah but don’t worry they won’t focus on you,” Namjoon said with a smirk, “The attention’s going on me.”

When Jungkook pulled up to the hotel he would be staying at for the week, Namjoon left him to settle in with a promise that he would make it tonight so he had no choice not to. A letter from a close friend was sitting on the coffee table and he set his things down to get it.

It was a big envelope with a card and a few things rattling inside that made him curious. Jungkook turned the envelope down so the contents would fall onto his palm and a roll of condoms slipped out.

‘Welcome home buddy, enjoy the penthouse and may all your frustrations come undone — Jung Hoseok.’

The note itself made him scoff in disbelief. His womanizing friend making jokes before they’ve actually reunited. He left the things on the table and left to shower, doing what he could to make himself look presentable for tonight.

Tonight was the beginning of a soon-to-be hectic week of photoshoots, brunches, parties and finally the wedding. You were one of the ones front and center, never taking the limelight from the bride but carrying your own sense of grace that had people turning heads when you walked into a room—or in this case riverwalk.

You vowed to appear your best tonight and opted for a silk, powder blue Prada dress paired with Swarovski crystals on your neck. You did your part as Maid of Honor, directing all attention to your friend, polite smile and gentle assurance when needed in front of a crowd. Yeonwoo found it comical how well you fit into character when you need to.

“The perfect friend,” Yeonwoo joked as you dabbed smeared lip gloss from her lips, “What would I do without you?”

“Oh, I hope you never have to find out,” You said in a gentle voice that feigned innocence and longing. Yeonwoo laughed as she was called toward other people and you let her go as you found the nearest server holding a glass of champagne. You took a glass, turning toward the railing overlooking the shore, tipping your glass back and chugging as much of the drink as possible.

“So this is where the Maid of Honor will be spending her night?” A familiar deep voice spoke up from behind you and a mischievous smile grew on your face. You set the glass down, straightened your posture and turned to him with a soft gaze.

“Now you know that’s not fair, Joon, I’ve been with Yeonwoo most of the night,” you told him, already motioning for another server to give you a glass, completely ignoring the man standing beside him.

“I believe you, darling, now why don’t you come say hi to the Best Man,” Namjoon pushed Jungkook forward who just glared at him in response, “You remember Jeon Jungkook, right?”

“It’s been two years, not ten,” You said, finally looking at Jungkook with a glimmer of annoyance in your eyes, matched by his stare of unamusement.

“Alright well why don’t you two get reacquainted while I search for the gorgeous love of my life,” Namjoon said, making his escape as quick as possible.

“You counted?” Jungkook asked, taking just one step toward you, trying to stop his eyes from trailing down your figure.

“Of course,” You said sarcastically, “I’ve just missed you so.”

He couldn’t stop the roll of his eyes as he turned to the water, “You knew we were partners?”

“Obviously, I know everything,” you said with a scoff that had his tongue pressing against his cheek, clearly annoyed, “Like how you’re staying at one of the Jung’s hotels instead of home. How you plan on leaving still, where you landed, how long you’ve been her—“

“So you’re stalking me?” Jungkook asked, only half joking.

“Don’t you wish,�� you laughed, “You’re all over the news.”

His smile dropped. When he had nothing to say, you grew bored and left him behind, making sure to lightly graze your fingers against his arm as you said, “And just remember, you’re the one who despises me, not the other way around.”

With that, you left without looking back and he was left watching the sway of your hips when you walked away.

Money rules the world, even when people want to say it doesn’t. The people who have it are living the dream and the ones who don’t, want the dream. It doesn’t even have to be the luxurious wonders of the world, it could be as little as financial stability or surviving. At the end of the day, it was a Rich Man’s world and this group of individuals were born lucky.

First, the groom: Kim Namjoon. The man with it all, the money, the family, the education, son of millionaires with three hospitals in their name and a line of pharmacies all across the globe.

The bride: soon-to-be, Kim Yeonwoo. The heiress to half a dozen airlines, an airport funded by her family for decades and a beautiful island in her name off the coast.

Kim Seokjin, practically a prince, generations worth of politicians, the highest education and a trust fund worth millions. He was the one you’ll see with the president or in Australia, golfing with men in charge.

Jung Hoseok, the hotel heir to a chain of ten thousand hotels across the globe. He was the one you’ll most likely catch partying in Venice with a princess whose name he couldn’t actually remember—or maybe giving a waitress the night of her life.

Min Yoongi, eldest son of an elite banking firm formed a hundred years ago. He was private about his life, similar to Jungkook, he only came out when he was summoned by one of the others.

Kim Taehyung was wild as Hoseok but more quiet about it. He’ll soon be heir of the billion dollar empire his family built in the Art world of museums and curations and performing arts.

Now, Jungkook’s story was a bit different from the others. His family worked in land development, most of the country being built on the backs of the Jeon’s who brought cities to rural areas and avoided the public’s eye.

They had the kind of old money that everyone knew, even when they tried to stay out of the news.

It was the kind of old money, people could never stop talking about and you understood what that meant most.

There was a mystery to the fortune of your family, it was old money, so old nobody knew where it came from. Some say oil, some claim aristocrats but it was too far back, and too private for any to know. All the public knew were the generous and loving philanthropists and their perfect daughter, the Nation’s Sweetheart, you.

You really were loved by all, the camera, the press, everyone. They all saw the kind, innocent girl in the public’s eye but only a few saw the snotty, spoiled and downright disrespectful side of you that was real.

Where Jungkook craved independence and isolation from his family name, you soaked in it. The attention. The money. The dependence, you were the complete opposite of him and it drew him insane.

One might ask why he was around you if he really did despise you, but for a long time it wasn’t up to him. The group didn’t all become friends one magical night when you compared your family’s net worth.

No, this bond had grown between galas, private academies, horse riding lessons at the country club and family businesses. It was a very elite, classist society where only the ultra rich could really only trust in each other and keep a country afloat off of it.

Do you think Namjoon would have been allowed to marry Yeonwoo if her parents weren’t as rich as they were?

Do you think Seokjin would have married his wife that he met at Oxford if her family hadn’t been international shipping magnates?

It was like a spider web, they were all connected in some way, all controlled and that’s what Jungkook hated.

He loved his friends, truly, but he hated the control. Not a single one of them had real freedom and every little thing they did came with a price and he couldn’t live that way anymore. He understood his own privilege and how lucky he was to grow up in such a way but he knew there was more to life than just that. When he left home for the first time, he didn’t expect to feel so free. It was like a sense of independence he’s not sure any of his friends have felt and now that he’s back he’s reminded once again of how suffocating it all is.

There had to be at least a hundred guests in attendance tonight and he couldn’t find a moment of silence. The suit he wore felt uncomfortable and he hated the way it seemed to confine him, make him more rigid and stiff.

“Please Jungkook, I was only being funny. Did it bother you that much?” Hoseok asked with a tinge of mischief in his voice.

“No,” Jungkook shrugged as he looked around the banquet hall, “I just found it unnecessary.”

“Really? I would’ve assumed the opposite considering you’ll be spending a lot of time with Y/n this week,” Taehyung said with a shrug as the three of them stood off to the side, talking amongst themselves as the guests of the charity banquet focused on your parents who stood on stage making some speech about the importance of giving.

As if on cue, the spotlight turned toward you where you smiled politely and acted shyly for the cameras.

A scoff left his lips as he pulled his gaze away from you, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Hoseok chuckled, “Oh come on man, everyone knows you have a thing for her—you’re really bad at hiding it.”

With a roll of his eyes, Jungkook stepped away from his friends, “You guys don’t know anything.”

He didn’t have a thing for you.

Sure, you’ve known each other for a long time but that means nothing. He’s known them all for a long time and if anything he's made his distaste toward you pretty evident. When you were younger it was only because you were so spoiled and the attention had to always be on you. He hated watching everyone fall for your sweetness and do whatever you asked of them. He almost fell for it himself a couple times but then he would see the way you judged or looked down on people and he just despised you more.

There’s nothing about you that attracts him aside from your looks…

Tonight you were dressed more modestly in a Chanel sweater and skirt set that looked like you would soon be relaxing at the country club. You wore a black headband with a bow on it and satin gloves, looking as polite as ever while you talked to anyone who approached you.

You were the perfect, doting daughter and anyone with eyes could see that.

“So how mad are you?” Yeonwoo asked once you had settled back in your chair next to her and Namjoon. Even Namjoon seemed to listen in on the question, waiting to hear what you would say.

“What do I have to be mad at?” You asked with a tight smile as you reached toward her to fix a slight smudge on her cheek, “ Jungkook?”

“Well, we know you have some sort of disliking toward each other but…” Yeonwoo bit her lip nervously, “Joonie and Jungkook are really close.”

“We know you two don’t like each other but you should have expected this, right?” Namjoon chuckled nervously, “You’re both our best friends and…”

“Am I saying anything?” You asked.

They shared a look with each other, “I guess not.”

You smiled, “Okay, then let’s just make sure everything runs smoothly this week.”

You did in fact feel a type of way about Jeon Jungkook but you weren’t going to admit that right now surrounded by so many people always lingering around trying to listen. You’ve learned to be very careful about how you act in public and there’s no way your friends will get you to act out by asking about him.

Jungkook was not someone you wished to exhort so much energy on. He wasn’t worth anything to you and despite how many years you’ve known him, you’ve never wished to get to know him. You don’t care where he goes when he’s not home or who he talks to, nor what he does. He doesn’t cross your mind at all through your normal day to day and you surely weren’t going to let him in this week. All he has going for him is his money and his looks.

Ever since you learned he would be the Best Man you thought about what that would mean and accepted that he would be the one to walk with you down the aisle. Despite not being happy about it, you managed to hide your resentment quite well.

You know how he feels about you and over time that’s made you develop a disliking toward him which you find only fair. He might dislike you for being spoiled but you dislike him for being so entitled.

For some reason, he thinks distancing himself from this life means he’s better than everyone else and you hate that. He thinks that by moving away and making his own money suddenly makes him different than the rest of you but that’s not true. He just wants to act like he’s self made so he can feel superior to all of you trust fund babies and that is what annoyed you.

After some time third wheeling, you were getting tired and slightly annoyed watching the couple act lovey dovey. You hated couples, they grossed you out even if they were your best friends.

“Mind if I keep you company? You look like you need it.”

With a furrow in your brows, you turned to face the person who felt the need to whisper in your ear and get close to you without permission. A smile spread across your lips at the man standing directly behind you, his arm draping over your front and hugging you.

“Hello, darling, I’ve missed you,” Jimin’s voice was soft yet sultry and you gave each other kisses on the cheek in greeting as he moved to the empty seat beside you.

“I didn’t realize you were back,” You said to him, “How was Paris?”

He released a sigh, “Oh the usual, shopping… a few events here and there.”

“Mhm, and when’d you get back?” You asked, now intrigued by his presence.

“Just last night. I was planning on visiting you earlier but things came up,” Jimin said, adjusting the Swiss watch on his wrist, admiring the shine, “What has happened since I was gone?”

“Oh God, he’s back,” Hoseok rolled his eyes from across the room, “I ran into him in Marseille the other day and the guy wanted to act like he didn’t know me.”

“He’s been insufferable since Uni,” Taehyung muttered under his breath, “I don’t understand why Y/n puts up with him.”

“Who?” Jungkook asked, only half curious. He hadn’t been paying attention until he heard your name and his reason for hearing it was purely coincidental.

“Park Jimin,” Hoseok clarified, making Jungkook look closer at the man who sat very close to you, making you smile and touch his arms when you spoke.

“Am I supposed to know who that is?” Jungkook seemed indifferent as he looked down at his glass of champagne, trying to resist the urge to look back at you.

“Not at all,” Taehyung said, “He’s just some guy we went to Uni with here. I don’t know how he met Y/n though, probably at some shitty party but he’s nobody that matters.”

Well… Park Jimin was the son of starlets. His great grandmother, his grandmother was an actress, his mother was an actress and he’s been in a few independent films here and there. He spends most of his time sailing on yachts or speaking of the Cannes Film Festival. He’s insanely rich, but he’s still not rich enough despite his accumulated generational wealth.

Unlike Jungkook’s wealth which held actual value especially in real estate, Jimin’s just didn’t compare to his or any of his friends for that matter. So why did you seem captivated by him?

He is aware he shouldn’t think this way, it’s only him reverting back to his old self which was all arrogance and entitlement. He shouldn’t think about how much wealthier he was compared to Jimin.

Unfortunately, Jungkook couldn’t seem to drag his gaze away from the pair as he tipped his champagne glass back, liquid pouring down his throat.

“Do you think she’ll take him to the wedding? I doubt Namjoon or Yeonwoo would ever invite him themselves,” Hoseok said and the three seemed like a group of gossips, the way they huddled around each other.

In Jungkook’s defense, he was barely listening to his friends. He was too busy watching the interaction happening not far from where he stood, eyes narrowed trying to understand what was happening.

First, he didn’t like you. He found you unbearable and you were the epitome of everything he hated about the High Society he had been raised in.

Second, he was only looking because you were next to his best friends. Maybe he wanted to see how in love Namjoon and Yeonwoo were but he couldn’t see because of you and your… friend.

Third, he wanted to know how you managed to stand out in your outfit despite the room being filled with people in extravagant clothes.

“I’m not sure, actually, rumors say she might,” Taehyung said and Jungkook couldn’t help but look over.

“What?”

“We’re just wondering if the Maid of Honor would bring her little boy toy to the wedding,” Hoseok said, looking at Jungkook as his jaw tensed, “What do you think?”

“I don’t care if Y/n brings anyone, we’re just dates for the pictures and ceremony,” Jungkook said with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

“So are you going to take a date too then?” Taehyung asked.

“Maybe,” Jungkook said as a server came around holding a tray of champagne glasses and he switched his empty one out for a full one. He didn’t bother to look back at his friends as he began walking away, “I’ll be back.”

“It’s so hard for him to act like he doesn’t care.”

“Kook! Come here, man,” Namjoon said with a wide grin as he saw his best friend walking by them. Jungkook didn’t bother glancing down at you as he greeted his friend.

“Kooky, I haven’t seen you all night,” Yeonwoo stood up to hug him, “Please don’t seduce my future husband, everyone has already RSVP’d.”

“Oh Yeonie,” Jungkook softly caressed her cheek, tipping her chin up to look at him, “If I wanted him, I would have had him by now.”

“Joon!” Yeonwoo whined clinging to Namjoon who just winked at Jungkook, further amplifying his fiancé’s feigned sobs. Jungkook smiled watching her squirm and without him meaning to, he let his gaze fall toward you.

“Y/n.”

You met his intense stare with your own and you could hear Jimin say he was going to get a drink but you didn’t look at him. You looked down at what Jungkook was wearing—a plain black Prada suit, how boring. “Jungkook.”

“Is that who you’re bringing to the wedding?” Jungkook asked, looking back at the infamous Park Jimin who stood with Taehyung and Hoseok, all three of them pretending to enjoy each other’s company.

“Maybe, we do get along very well,” you said with a sly smile as you stood up, not yet reaching Jungkook’s height but he didn’t intimidate you, “Is that a problem?

“No,” Jungkook said, voice low and deep, “I was just curious.”

“And why were you curious?” You asked, a mocking tone in your voice that he didn’t like, “Do tell me, how often are you curious about what I do?”

A scoff left his lips as he looked away from you first, “It was just a question, don’t get ahead of yourself and think you matter to me more than you do.”

An evident pout appeared on your lips and for a second his expression changed with worry but the moment was fleeting. You just laughed [giggled, actually] and with a gentle touch to his arm, said, “No need to lie to yourself.”

His eyes narrowed, anger bubbling up inside him when he heard a shutter of cameras going off, flash in his face and without thinking, he took your hand in his and left.

“If you plan on kidnapping me, it won’t work,” You said teasingly as you left to some dark corner behind large pillars.

“I’m not going to put up with a week of your games,” Jungkook said as he let go of your hand, missing the way your eyes fell to the black ink on his knuckles—something you had never noticed before, not even on the yacht when it was dark out.

“Then stop playing into them,” you said with a laugh, “If I drive you crazy, why bother talking to me at all? I think we’re both very capable of ignoring each other enough to not have to say a single word.”

“What I mean is, you can put on this act of yours for the cameras but don’t drag me into it,” Jungkook told you, ignoring the idea you had thrown out there. He was referring to your strange smiles and touches you give him when in the public.

“I’m not dragging you into anything,” You rolled your eyes, “And you seem to forget all eyes have been on you since you got back—heir to the Jeon Corporation. What do you think people will say when they find out you dragged me out here all alone? The Big, Bad & Rebellious Jeon Jungkook and The Nation’s Sweetheart, me.”

His eyes shut with a hint of anger that he tried to subdue, “Sweetheart?”

“That’s what I said,” you smiled sweetly to prove your point making him scoff.

“You’re not a sweetheart, you’re a spoiled brat,” Jungkook said, looking down at you in your pretty clothes with your pretty jewelry and your pretty face.

“Nice of you to finally notice,” you said bitterly and with a roll of your eyes, you pushed into his shoulder on purpose as you walked past him, “But we’re all the same, aren’t we? Just some of us like to act all high and mighty because you leave home craving independence, ignoring your privilege to seem like better people.”

Jungkook felt the jab of your words but he let you walk past him without a rebuttal.

With a sense of frustration, he ran his fingers through his hair, trying to collect himself to rejoin High Society and finish the night with his head held high.

When Jungkook left his hotel the day of the Bachelor Party, he hadn’t been sure what to expect. Hoseok had done most of the planning for it since he had been abroad and when it comes to Hobi, you never know what to expect. It was almost two days of festivities and it was only toward the end that everyone would separate into their respective groups. That meant that once again he was forced into the same place as you.

The yacht sailed toward the private island the events would be at and as big as it was, he couldn’t escape you. There were the main group of friends that were always together and a few added guests, mostly Yeonwoo’s friends. Hoseok had already been hyping up the party tonight more than anything and everytime Namjoon would grow more worried. He didn’t need a big party thrown by his notorious womanizing friend.

“So what do the girls have planned?” Jungkook asked Namjoon as they sat at a table, looking at everyone aboard. Some people wore little clothing, others casual clothes, you wore something in between. It was casual yet attractive.

“ I don’t know, something probably calmer than what Hobi’s got for us,” Namjoon said but his friend had tuned him out after the first part, “Y/n planned it all and leant us the Yacht for the guests.”

“The yacht?” Jungkook asked, looking around at the luxury super yacht.

“14.7 million dollar yacht for Y/n’s birthday last year,” Namjoon explained to Jungkook, “She wanted a Booze Cruise.”

Jungkook couldn’t help but scoff, “So Y/n got a yacht?”

“It comes in handy, doesn’t it?” A soft voice spoke from behind him and his breath hitched. You looked over to Namjoon, “Yeonie is looking for you.”

“The wife calls,” Namjoon said with a cheesy smile as he left you two behind.

“So, are you ready to go party with Hobi tonight?” You asked with a laugh, “I heard he’s got some former Miss Universe models coming in.”

“Oh, fun,” Jungkook said, slightly sarcastic.

“Kook, you’re not old enough to not like partying with models,” You teased making him look over at you. For a moment he wondered if what you said had a double meaning considering you were a model but he didn’t want to speak up about it.

“I’m sorry, I’m not a party animal,” Jungkook said truthfully, only a hint of joking as he looked around at the packed floor, “I think even this is too much.”

“Wow, how could you be a former Socialite if you don’t like partying?” You asked, “Is it all that time in the jungle or desert you spent alone that changed you?”

Jungkook could hear the sarcasm in your tone but he knew it wasn’t in an offensive way. He had backpacked to a small village in Indonesia for a few weeks before leaving to Nevada or Dubai—and he hated that you knew it all. He enjoyed traveling alone and experiencing things alone; he doesn’t need parties with too loud of music or too many drunks. He’s like Namjoon, they want to celebrate with their small group of friends rather than a party full of strangers who don’t even know what the occasion is.

“It might’ve,” Jungkook said, clearing his throat and checked the time.

You didn’t say much else after that and he got the impression that you grew bored talking to him. He looked at you still waiting to see if you would say something else but instead, you just looked off into the distance, not bothering to hide the sudden boredom you must have felt.

He’s sure he could have found something else to say to you but it was no use when he could see you beginning to slip away when you looked down at your cellphone with a bright smile. You didn’t utter out a goodbye as you left him behind to answer your phone, “Chimmy, I’ve missed you. How’s Morocco?”

“Warm,” Jimin said, “I’ve just finished a shoot and I believe I’ll be back tomorrow.”

“Oh I won’t be home, remember?” You said as the final thing Jungkook was able to hear from you before you walked away.

Jungkook couldn’t help but look after you, thinking about who might’ve called you and how things were handled and he had to be honest, he was curious. He wasn’t attracted to you but he found you attractive… He thought you were charming and charismatic but not enough for him to want you, maybe…

The two of you just seem so different. He’s seen as the Black Sheep of the group, not because he’s not wealthy or attractive but because his past decisions have apparently been awful ones.

He was never one for parties so he wasn’t wild and defiant. He did make a declaration to leave all the money behind and pursue his dreams—something rich people were not allowed to do. Especially not if you were next in line to inherit it all like Jungkook was.

You are more free than he is and yet you like being in your bubble. You like the glamor and the responsibilities because unlike him, you know how to play both sides. Do your parents care that you’re out wasted at European raves or sailing on your yacht with a foreign prince? No, why? Because you know how to act like the innocent, perfect princess you’re supposed to be.

Jungkook can’t pretend that well. He can’t hide his tattoos or piercings or signs of nonconformity.

So, yes, he finds you attractive but he can’t let himself fall for you when he thinks you’re too different from each other. It just doesn’t stop his brain from thinking about you though.

“Have you seen Y/n?” Jungkook asked Taehyung who had been sandwiched between two women he couldn’t name.

Taehyung, evidently drunk, shook his head no, “Are you ready to confess your undying love for her?”

Jungkook rolled his eyes, scoffing as he said, “Fuck off.”

All Taehyung did was laugh, making the girls he had his arms around laugh too and Jungkook left feeling annoyed. He was just curious to know where you were, that’s all. Namjoon and Yeonwoo are busy making their rounds, greeting and thanking everyone on the boat and his other friends were off doing their own things. He’s already spent too much time sulking by the railing, staring down at the dark blue water that he can’t take it anymore. He doesn’t want to drink to the point that he’s drunk so really, his last hope is you.

“Have you seen Y/n?” Jungkook asked as he went to the rooftop where Hoseok was sitting in a hot tub full of strangers. Hoseok looked like such an asshole [something Jungkook had permission to say] with his designer sunglasses and Vacheron Constantin watch, just barely above the water surface.

Hoseok barely glanced his way as he said, “I don’t know, check downstairs.”

That was all Jungkook needed to know before he was heading down to find you. It took a while of asking any person he passed by, where you might be and through all this, he couldn’t remember why he was looking for you in the first place.

He had no idea where he was going, he just found himself walking down what felt like endless corridors of rooms, following the directions of whatever housekeeper he could find. The boat really was big, and he couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that this was a simple birthday present.

“Now, who do we have here?” You looked down the empty hallway toward the man in front of you. It pained you to see just how attractive Jeon Jungkook really was.

You have to admit, he really knows how to dress for occasions. The rare times he’s photographed in some news article, he’s dressed casually, clearly trying to hide from the public eye but now that he’s back it seems his fashion has picked up. He wore a striped black flannel Dolce & Gabbana shirt tucked into cream colored slacks, and matching velvet black slippers from their newest collection.

“I’m just… wandering,” Jungkook cleared his throat, whatever excuse he had made up earlier, completely out of mind, “What happened to your dress?”

A large red stain adorned the front of your pink dress from the chest down your torso. You looked down at the stain with a roll of your eyes, “Some stupid bitch worker. She’s off the boat tomorrow.”

Jungkook widened his eyes, feeling you brush past him and down the hall, “So you’re firing someone for spilling a drink?”

“Um, this is Valento? Do you know how hard it is to get rid of a stain like this?” You asked with a slight scoff as you went to the door straight at the end, pushing your key card in to open it, “It took the dry cleaners ages last time.”

“I didn’t take you as an Outfit Repeater to be worrying about things like that,” he stopped at the door, already looking around at what was evidently the master cabin. The water out the windows was a dark, midnight blue and it reflected into the room of silver and gray. It had a walk-in closet, and king sized bed with a view of the open water and a private deck. He didn’t dare go in and put himself in personal quarters with you.

You gasped, stopping your movements of rummaging through your closet to say, “I am an environmentalist.”

He couldn’t tell if you were being serious or not and he had to fight back a grin at how un-woke you sounded considering you were ruining the planet with a private yacht of this size.

You pulled out an off-white dress, a Jaquemus piece, ‘La Robe Artichaut’, “Ugh, after this week, I am firing a lot of people.”

“What happened this time?” Jungkook asked, leaning against the doorframe watching you, waiting for you to kick him out but you just went toward the windows overlooking the dark blue ocean. As much as you claimed to not get along, you talked like old friends.

You reached your hands toward your back, attempting to undo the back of your dress on your own, “I told my assistant not to pack anything close to white and she packs this dress? I swear people can’t do anything right.”

“If people ask just say you’re supposed to match me,” Jungkook said referring to his slacks, “Yeonie won’t be mad her Maid of Honor is wearing off-white.”

“I guess,” you sighed, letting go of your dress and not bothering to look back at him as you said, “Undo the back.”

Jungkook stood silently at the door, staring at you with dark eyes. The fabric of your dress was thin and soft to the touch—he could just tell with the way your figure had so effortlessly shaped the dress. It is a real pity you had to change out of it, he’ll admit that, but now he’s been asked—no, demanded—to help you to take it off.

He has no idea why you think you could just boss him around but this seems to have always been the case. The two of you were never close in the past but the very few times you would run into each other… as much as he hated it, there was always some sort of tension there.

With your back to him, you hadn’t seen the way he silently made his way across the room, shutting the door behind him as he went right to you. You could sense his presence behind you, see his reflection in the dark window and feel his rough fingers brush against your back.

“I meant to tell you, I like your shoes,” You said casually, his fingers beginning to work the knot that tied the ribbon of your dress, “My friend wore them in Paris just a week ago.”

“Friend?” Jungkook raised a brow curiously, his eyes trained slowly on the ribbon he was ever so slowly pulling loose. His gaze shifted to your reflection in the window as he pulled a little rougher than earlier, “Is this the one you’re always running off on the phone with?”

“You mean Park Jimin?” You asked, not bothering to react at all to his roughness or his speed, “Yes, him.”

You could feel Jungkook’s deep exhale as he pulled it as loose as he could while still being appropriate, “Are you seeing him?”

A mischievous smile couldn’t help but make its way to your face as you turned to face him, holding your arms around yourself modestly, “Is that what you wanted to talk about all along? You could have asked me earlier instead of spending who knows how long looking for me.”

He had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself agreeing with you, and with a tense jaw he asked again, “Well, are you?”

“I’m going to get changed,” you motioned toward the door, telling him to leave, “Unless you want to help me with that too.”

A scoff left his lips as he took a step back, annoyed that you wouldn’t just answer his question and annoyed he even cared enough to ask. What did it matter to Jungkook if you took a date? He wasn’t in a relationship with you and he barely considered you a friend.

When he wasn’t here and he was traveling, he was perfectly fine not knowing a thing about you aside from whatever article or magazine you appeared in. Why now that he returns and he sees how… glamorously beautiful you are, is he curious about you?

“And just so we’re clear, no, I’m not seeing Jimin,” You told him as he walked toward the door, stopping midway to listen to you, “Because I know it would make you jealous.”

To be honest, you didn’t think he would actually be jealous, it’s just a joke. Something about you just gets under Jungkook’s skin and it wants you to push his buttons that much more. As obvious as it was that he wasn’t at all amused by your sweetness, it was your arrogant charm that seemed to get him every time.

You knew you were beautiful, you knew you had every right to be arrogant and as much as Jungkook could deny he’s attracted to you at all, it’s very noticeable. You’ve never been told no a day in your life. You’ve never been rejected either and you know Jungkook wouldn’t dare reject you if you actually went for it.

Despite how vocal he is about his distaste toward you, you can’t help but still get giddy in his presence. You just want to rile him up and know that he’s attainable to you. You’ve always had a thing for him, he was an absolute gorgeous man and he was wealthy, extremely wealthy. He was educated and had class but at the same time he was rugged and intimidating. You’ve seen the small glimpses of ink on his knuckles and you just know that under all his long sleeves, he had more to show.

Whether you felt seriously for him or if you just figured it’s a spur of the moment situation, you want him.

“Jealous?” Jungkook attempted to scoff but the word caught in his throat with some truth to it, “Why would I be jealous?”

“I don’t know,” You shrugged, sliding the strap of your down your shoulder, “Because then you would have to share my attention with someone else.”

Jungkook knows he should leave. You had asked him to leave yet you kept going back and forth, and it was stopping him from doing so.

He should go.

He needs to go before he does or say something he’ll regret.

If he caves in to your taunts then he’ll be disappointed in himself, like part of him was allowing his return to his old lifestyle of luxury and privilege.

“Y/n, you always say things you don’t know,” Jungkook asked you with a deep voice that had you smiling, practically feeling him give in. His gaze was dark and there was no hiding the growing tension, “And you must think you’re real cute trying to act out now that we’re alone.”

“No, I know I am,” you said, not backing away from the eye contact. “And you know it too.”

“I don’t,” Jungkook loomed over you, eyes tracing down the curve of your nose and to the slight part in your lips, “I think… I think you’re…”

You blinked up at him, “Well say it, or are you too busy thinking about kissing me?”

An annoyed huff left his lips as one of his hands pulled you toward him at your waist and the other tilted your chin up until his lips were grazing over yours. You reached toward him, making the first real press of your mouths together and there was no use in acting like he hadn’t been in fact thinking about kissing you.

Jungkook let his eyes fall shut as yours did and he pulled you closer into his chest with the hand on your jaw sliding down toward the curve of your neck, making sure you didn’t pull away just yet. You kept up with the pace he had set of slow yet hungry kisses, pulling on your lips or letting his tongue slide against yours tenderly.

“Well?” You gasped feeling his soft lips kiss along your jaw, his soft black hair brushing against your face, a light scent of his shampoo or cologne that left you feeling intoxicated. The hand he had on your waist tightened at your words, pulling away with a quiet grunt, he looked you in the eye.

“Don’t ask me any more questions,” Jungkook groaned, the taste of your lips still on his tongue and there was a light sheen of gloss coating his lips from yours.

It’s shameful for him to admit how easy it was for you to break him down into every other man who seems to fall at your feet when given the chance. This is exactly what he didn’t want and now he’s pulling the godforsaken stained dress he undid and watching it slip down your body, revealing your naked form to his hungry eyes.

Above your bedroom was a deck filled with people celebrating the soon-to-be newlyweds while the Best Man and Maid of Honor are in the master cabin, half undressed, and stumbling onto the bed.

Jungkook was gentle but firm, he wasted no time popping the buttons of his shirt open, exposing the toned muscles of his body and the ink covering most of his arm. Your eyes scanned the markings, surprise and wonder evident on your face with how well he managed to hide how much he’s gotten done since he left.

“Surprised?” Jungkook asked, eyes low when your hands ran over his slacks, pulling at his belt and nails lightly scratching at his abdomen. His voice dripped with arousal when you sat up from beneath him, pressing light butterfly kisses to his abs and tattoos.

“You always surprise me,” You admitted, not as teasing as before but with a hint of playfulness still there. You looked up from his chest, the height of your sitting form and his standing one looked endless as he towered over you. “For instance, I didn’t think it would be this easy to get you in my bed.”

You kissed along his neck now, sitting on your knees to reach him better and nipping at his sensitive spots. His hand tightened around the neck of your head, not pulling your hair but definitely getting your eyes on his, “Why do your words sound so dirty when you say them so… “

Jungkook couldn’t even finish his sentence before succumbing to you once more and kissing your lips. With little force applied, he was laying you back down on the bed with his tattooed and muscular body just melting into yours effortlessly. With one hand on your neck and the other sliding down to the curve of your thigh, it felt like he was all over you.

“Let’s take this off you,” Jungkook murmured between kisses down your neck as he began to finally take off the ruined dress that had been in his way since you got him to undo it in the first place, “You’ve been teasing me with this since earlier.”

“Maybe because I wanted to see you get worked up,” you sighed as you made yourself comfortable on the king side bed, your body slowly unveiled to his hungry eyes. Once he had pulled the dress off you completely and threw it to the side, sitting up between your spread legs and staring.

Jungkook didn’t bother with discreteness as he eyed down your naked body still in shock that he was seeing it before him. Your breasts were on full display and the only piece of fabric hiding you was a thin lace underwear that felt so nimble and soft under his fingertips, so easy for him to just tear off of you. You looked gorgeous laying so pliantly underneath him and he couldn’t help but let his hands slide down from your bent knees to your inner thighs.

“Did it work?” You asked just above a whisper as he hovered over you, leaving needy kisses between your breasts while he tugged at the hem of your panties until he was sliding them down your legs.

“It really fucking worked,” Jungkook groaned as he cupped your boobs in his hands, letting his tongue lick at your pert nipples and feeling the way they stiffened underneath him. Your hands went to his hair, legs nearly wrapping around his torso when you felt his teeth lightly press into your nipple, sucking and tugging when needed.

His kisses began to run down toward your navel with his hands replacing his lips and kneading your breasts in the palm of them while he moved down to lay between your legs, “I want a taste, pretty girl.”

“Then get one,” you said in a whiny tone that had his big rounded eyes turning to look at you with surprise. A knowing smirk falling on his lips as he lifted your knees and pulled your thighs apart as far as they could go until he was eye level with your pretty cunt. Jungkook was never one to stop and tease when he needed sex, he had a tendency to get a little rough and take what he wants but it’s so hard to move it along when he’s met with the sight of you laying so pretty for him. He could tell your patience was running thin with how long he was taking to do anything and just before he felt you close to snapping at him, he leaned into you.

“Oh fuck,” you gasped in surprise with the sudden swipe at your clit by Jungkook’a flattened, long tongue and you’ll admit it caused goosebumps to form on your skin. You couldn’t see the way he smiled as his hands circled around your thighs, repeating his teasing flick of his tongue, feeling the way your folds began to react to him.

He felt your fingers run through his soft hair for anchor and for some reason that slight grip you had on him had his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he let himself get lost in the taste of your pussy. No longer up for any sense of teasing, Jungkook lets his mouth fall open, kissing your wet heat with his tongue pressing between your folds and finding your clit. Your hips were slowly bucking into his face, showing him just how much you liked his tongue and he knew just what to do to have you coming undone underneath him.

He sucked your clit into his mouth, his lips wrapped around the hard bud while his tongue swiped against the tip of it. He began a repetition of that and grazing his teeth ever so softly against your sensitive folds knowing he found your weak spot when he sucked your labia into his mouth and had your soft moans filling the cabin.

“Jungkook,” you moaned softly, fingers tugging at his hair roughly, “Oh god.”

He didn’t dare pull his mouth off you to give you a response and instead let his actions grow rougher. He unwrapped a hand from around your thigh and slipped it down to your pussy where he let his finger begin to draw patterns into your labia, so close to your entrance that he could feel your arousal quite literally leak out of you.

Your body was filled by pleasure that Jungkook was bringing you and you couldn’t help but bring your free hand to your neglected chest, trying to fill the void that Jungkook’s hand had left as you groped your breasts. Jungkook looked up completely enamored with the way you played with yourself while he ate you out and without any second thoughts, he pressed his long middle finger into your waiting cunt.

“That’s it,” he whispered, pressing a light kiss along your pelvis, “Cum for me, darling.”

“Jungkook,” you whined as he pushed a second finger in, hooking them upwardward just past your pubic bone and finding that soft, spongy spot with ease. With the way your walls fluttered around his fingers, he knew you were close and all it took was his lips around your clit while thrusting into that pleasure spot of yours, for you to wrap your legs around his shoulders and shake with release, “Oh my god.”

“Mm,” Jungkook groaned with pleasure, feeling your arousal flood his fingers in your release. He looked down at his wet hand, bringing it to his lips where he licked off the release that threatened to drip down his forearm, “Sweet.”

You looked like a mess trying to catch your breath and come to understand what had just happened between you to think too long about the fact that he was pressing his fingers into your waiting mouth till you licked your own release off him. He lifted a brow as your tongue circled around his fingers while sucking on them with your cheeks hollowed in. It had his breath hitching, trying to pull his fingers back out before he came just from that and began to pull at his own pants.

“Condom?” He asked in an unusually low and raspy tone. You blinked, “It’s fine, I’m on the pill.”

He didn’t press for more as he kicked his slacks and briefs off, hard cock pointed up stiffly. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from it. You wanted to wrap your lips around him and take him deep in your mouth because his dick was surprisingly so fucking pretty you just needed it desperately.

With your mind decided, you attempted to sit up when he pushed you back down, cock in his hand as he gave himself a couple strokes to relieve some tension and pulled your legs apart, “I need you now.”

“Impatient, are we?” You asked with a laugh, making yourself relax when you felt his cock head brush against your exposed clit. Jungkook wasn’t paying attention to what you said as much as he was to the way his mushroom tip fit perfectly between your folds.

A soft gasp left your lips as he pushed it against your clit, playing with your labia and letting the clear liquid that dripped out of his tip, coat your clit.

“Fuck,” Jungkook took a deep breath as his cock nearly slipped inside of you, playing with your earlier release to cover his length in it, “Such a pretty pussy.”

With an annoyed roll of your eyes, you grew tired of his teasing and with a quick hook of your leg around his slim waist, you pushed his cock into you eliciting a deep groan [almost growl] to slip from his lips, “Fucking hell, Y/n.”

“You were taking too long,” you moaned, legs falling back again as you tried to ease the slight pain that came from his thick member entering your tight walls. Jungkook’s hair was brushing against your face as he looked down at the way you took him in, “I was trying to be gentle.”

“Did I ask you to be?” You asked with a scoff. Jungkook rolled his eyes, spreading his legs further apart and digging his knees into the bed for support as he covered you with his body, laying down to plant a quick kiss to your lips. “Brat.”

“Jeon Jungkook,” your manicured nails traced down his back until your hands were under his thighs as if ready to make him move on your own, “Are you going to fuck me yet?”

He couldn’t help but scoff in disbelief, an amused smile on his face and without saying a word, he pulled out until on his tip was past your ring of nerves, and suddenly pushed back in. Your lips fell open in a silent gasp as your eyes locked with his and he smirked.

“You need it that bad?” Jungkook asked as he pulled your legs up, pressing them toward your chest and holding them down with his arms as he kissed your neck, dragging his cock back out, “How bad?”

“Jungkook,” you groaned, trying to move your hips but in this position it was useless, “Start moving.”

“Make me,” he kissed the tip of your nose, slowly sliding himself back in just a little. You rolled your eyes, moving your hand to hide your face as you felt yourself getting annoyed.

Jungkook was smiling like this was all just so amusing to him and with his lip pulled between his teeth, he thrusted in with little restraint, starting a slow yet steady rhythm, “Don’t hide your face, darling. I wanna see the Y/n L/n moaning for me.”

“Fuck you,” you shook your head feeling your pussy tighten around him with your legs pulled to your chest unable to escape his thrusts that were becoming more rough by the second.

“Come on darling, you can do it,” Jungkook groaned, feeling like he was on cloud 9 from the way your pussy took him in. He doesn’t know how to explain it but he felt really fucking good right now. He’s not sure if it’s that he hasn’t had sex in a while, or if it had something to do with the fact that it was you, but he was fucking you with all his energy, letting himself relax and just feel good in the moment.

“Jungkook,” you moaned his name, hand slipping from your face so you could wrap it around his neck, “Kiss me.”

“Kiss?” He asked, out of breath as his rhythm faltered and without thinking, he let go of your legs and let them fall back onto the bed as he tilted your chin up with a hand to kiss you. He set his other hand down on the bed for support, getting lost between your lips and your tight pussy.

Jungkook’s tongue licked against yours swallowing your moans, “Y/n, it’s s’good.”

“Mhm,” you circled your legs around him, “Fuck.”

Jungkook kissed down your neck, hands sneaking down to your waist and with one swift movement, rolled onto his back with you on top. He needed a change of pace because if he kept going, he would cum sooner than he wanted to and he needed you to cum one more time for him so if that meant letting you get in top, he would.

And it had been such a good idea because the sight of you sitting on his cock, leaning back and placing your hands on his thighs instead of chest, made him more excited. Your knees dug into the bed and with your fingers scratching at his muscular thighs and raised your hips, lifting yourself off his cock before plunging him back in.

“Fucking hell,” Jungkook groaned throwing his head back into the pillows, a hand on your hip but not daring to take control, “That’s it darling, fuck yourself on my cock.”

“Jungkook,” the new position was having him reach newer parts inside you that had your thighs shaking, “I’m so close.”

“Take it,” Jungkook growled, holding you in place as he dug his feet into the mattress and began to fuck up into you, “Take my fucking dick, fuck.”

“Oh my god,” you fell forward, hands scratching at his chest, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten, “I—I can’t. Jungkook, baby, oh my—“

“Take it,” he groaned, grabbing your hips harshly and moving once again so he was on top, thrusting into you despite how hard it was getting to pull out of your tight walls, “Take it.”

“I—I,” your lips fell open in a loud cry, pinching his biceps for stability, and felt your walls come undone. For the second time in less than hour, your orgasm hit you hard. Jungkook released a string of grunts, feeling your pussy convulse around him and his cock was greeted with a flood of warmth that had his legs shaking, trying to support him but he couldn’t take it. He barely had time to slip out before he was letting go, his cum dribbling down to your thighs as he let out one final moan of your name.

His body seemed to collapse down next to yours, panting and out of breath, “Fuck.”

The two of you were a mess, sweaty and sore and all you wanted to do was lay down and possibly sleep but where you were did not go past you unnoticed. You searched around for your cellphone, knowing you set it down somewhere before trying to change and found it on your nightstand with six missed calls from the Bride-To-Be.

Jungkook took a deep breath, sitting up and looking down at the mess the two of you made on the bed. He got up, not bothering with covering himself up as he found a towel and tried cleaning himself off with it while you got on your phone.

“Duty calls,” you joked with a sigh as he came to your side and began to wipe down your thighs. Yeonwoo sent you a dozen messages talking about a midlife crisis of some sorts. You sat up carefully, thanking him for handing you your robe and you slipped it on.

“What happened?” Jungkook asked with an awkward clear of his throat as he began putting on his clothes again. He’ll admit he was taking his time getting dressed and you left to the bathroom to freshen up.

“I don’t know, something with the gift boxes for everyone. I think Yeonie’s assistant forgot them,” you told him as you found new underwear to wear, making sure you were cleaned before putting them on. You left the door to the bathroom open to talk to him but you still changed into the white Jacquemus dress from earlier.

You walked up to him and he got the memo about zipping your back up and this time he couldn’t help but lean down to press a kiss to your shoulder blade, “Are you going up yet?”

“I’m gonna touch up my makeup first,” you told him honestly, “You go ahead.”

When Jungkook reached upstairs again, finding the party just as he left it earlier, it’s like nobody noticed he had even left for so long. They were all too focused on your new dress — which Yeonwoo absolutely adored on you. He found a glass of champagne and tried to escape from the swarm of people trying to hold a conversation with him when he wasn’t thinking clearly at all.

Unfortunately for the two of you, the matching off-white shade of your clothing and the sudden mark on his neck wasn’t lost on anyone else. Soon, pictures from every angle possible would paint a story neither of you wanted.

There was a sense of guilt that came with disassociating yourself from your best friend’s wedding plans. Jungkook could barely remember what they had done once they got to the island after a surprising night of visiting your cabin.

He hasn’t had an actual conversation with you since that night and he has to be honest and say, he barely remembers the actual wedding. He hadn’t seen you since the yacht before being dragged away by Hoseok the following day to do some activities for Namjoon’s groomsmen. You had gone to do your Maid of Honor duties and he’s felt out-of-loop since.

The entire day had been packed with things to do and he’s aware he looked dashing in every photo the photographers took of him in his 12,000$ Kiton suit. The matching suits they all wore made the groomsmen look classy and cohesive while the Balmain dresses the bridesmaids wore made them elegant and surreal—well at least for you.

That’s what he thinks is the problem.

His best friends got married and yet all he was able to think about was you. It didn’t help that despite the wedding being on a private island, there was still press everywhere, capturing every angle of this beautiful matrimony between nepo babies.

The reception had been filled with various questions from various interviewers that left all your shared friends staring at you suspiciously—especially when questions of the hickey on his neck came forward.

As awful as it sounded considering the 46 million dollar wedding in the mountains of an island was stunning, he could barely remember half of what hadn’t been photographed. He left the day after the wedding with an excuse that he had things to take care of where he’s currently at and his friends bid him farewell.

He got to the mainland a day before the others and it gave him time to return home before he left on another voyage alone.

“How was the wedding?” His older brother asked, swinging his mallet just slightly, trying to find his nail before shooting the ball through the hoop, “I can't believe I was caught up in meetings all week in Tokyo.”

Jungkook looked oddly bright today compared to how he felt and he didn’t want to say it was because his casual and boring clothes he wore abroad stuck out here in ways he didn’t like. That’s why today—his last day home—he visited his family’s 150 acre estate for a game of Croquet and possibly tennis, wearing a matcha colored Loro Piana cashmere polo with short sleeves.

“Um, it was great,” Jungkook said as he brought his cigarette to his lips and lighting the end before inhaling.

“That’s it?” JungHyun asked with a scoff as he motioned for Jungkook to take his turn and he took his brother’s cigarette, “Did you have an orgy with any models or were you your usual gentleman self that won the crowd against me?”

His older brother had been well known in his younger days for many reasons, his partying, his charm, his youth and education. When he was in his mid twenties, you could always catch him in some article their parents tried taking down in regards to driving under the influence or insulting a server. Unlike Jungkook who preferred a quiet life he could escape to, his brother did not and now he’s some big shot finance guy because his attitude growing up had ruined his chance of inheriting everything from their grandparents. Now it will all go to Jungkook—something they’re all aware of—and maybe that’s why JungHyun makes snide remarks here and there.

He’s not asking about the wedding because he’s curious, he’s bitter that despite his perfect appearance and Jungkook’s more intimidating kind, Jungkook was still the most well-mannered of the two and therefore the favorite—if only he stayed and fulfilled his duties.

“No orgy,” Jungkook said with a hint of disgust as he finished his round of the game, one step closer to winning, “Just Y/n.”

JungHyun had been mid-swing when he mentioned you and his aim went astray making him miss the next ring, “What do you mean just Y/n?”

“I slept with her—“

A loud and annoying laugh cut him off as JungHyun let his mallet go, “Ah, so you can’t remember the events of your best friend’s wedding because you were too busy sleeping with the nation’s sweetheart? Oh I cannot wait till father hears about this, maybe your wedding is next and then you’ll finally step up to the plate.”

Jungkook scoffed, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means now that you’re back, and dating the richest girl in the country, there’s no way Father won’t hand you down the company now,” JungHyun said bitterly, “And everyone said you running away would be a bad thing, but clearly it’s reminded you of who you are.”

“I’m not… I’m not staying,” Jungkook said, “I leave tomorrow but I wanted to see you all. And Y/n and I aren’t going to date, it was a… um.”

“Mistake?” JungHyun asked, “Jungkook, don’t be an idiot. You’ve been obsessed with her for years.”

“I have not.”

“You have, you just don’t want to admit that all your talk about being independent and leaving the money behind to be free was complete bullshit,” JungHyun said with a scoff, “Or why would you mess around with her of all people. A relationship with Y/n is going to put you at the top once again and there’s nothing that won’t be handed to you—and she’s someone mother would approve.”

“You’re dramatic,” Jungkook huffed, “One night doesn’t mean we’re dating or getting married or any of that other shit. I still don’t want to run the business… I just want, I don’t know.”

“Yeah, you never know what you want,” JungHyun said, “But whatever, if you’re set on running away again, so be it. I’m tired of trying to make you see how you blindly follow along with everything you seem to hate.”

“Master, your wife is on line three and she’s wondering who is picking up the kids.”

“Fuck, I don’t know,” JungHyun groaned, annoyed and no longer interested in talking to his little brother, “The driver?”

Jungkook watched his brother leave him behind and with a defeated sigh, he left.

“So are you leaving?” Youngi asked him as he watched the bubbles in his pink champagne, “Or have you changed your mind?”

“I haven’t changed my mind,” Jungkook said stiffly as he fixed the suit jacket he was currently getting fit into, “I’m just postponing my leave but I have a few things to take care of here.”

“Like with you and Y/n?” Youngi asked, making sure the fitting room at Dolce & Gabbana was empty aside from just them two. Jungkook didn’t even flinch at the mention of you. Since the two arrived at this store his vision has been filled with large framed photos of you and your dear friend Park Jimin all over the store. Apparently you were one of the brand’s favorite Ambassadors and they made it known you modeled their products. Right now he’s facing the mirror with a picture of you modeling a satin baldonétte bra and high waisted panties. You looked beautiful and seductive and its been hard for him to not just stare at all your pictures since he got here. Now Yoongi is attempting to bring you up and he refuses to give in to the extent his relationship with you has gone.

You haven’t even spoken since the wedding and even that had just been an exchange of pleasantries and no real depth to either of your words.

“No, with my father,” Jungkook said stiffly as he shrugged off the suit jacket and called in the stylist to find something else. Yoongi sat up in his seat slightly more interested, “Really? About what? Don’t tell me you're back in the running.”

“We're going to discuss it,” Jungkook mumbled to himself.

He wanted to make one thing clear, his decision to seek out his father and work out some sort of plan where he can get back into the job he had been assigned to do, while also having freedom had absolutely nothing to do with you. It has nothing to do with the fact that you’re here, and he’s interested in you, and that it would be his parent’s dream for him to stay and be in a relationship with you and also take over the business finally…

This was his decision because his brother’s right. He can't just keep running away.

“And what do you mean, with Y/n?” Jungkook asked, clearing his throat awkwardly as he glanced up at your five foot photo framed above the mirror, remembering the shape of your body against his, moaning his name and tightening your walls around him.

“Haven’t you heard the rumors?” Youngi asked as he got on his phone, “It seems as though you have competition.”

Jungkook didn’t need to be told more as he took Yoongi’s phone from his outstretched hand and read what was on the screen with furrowed brows.

At the end of the article, in big, fat letters, the conclusion said: ‘Now the question is, will L/n choose the best friend, Park Jimin, or the elegant and influential Best Man, Jeon Jungkook—possibly as the country’s newest IT couple?’

When he gave Yoongi his phone back, there was no denying the sudden irritation that contorted his features. It’s not like he expected this to not happen but… he doesn’t like what they’re implying. Yoongi studied him closely to see if he would get a response, but Jungkook gave nothing away. Instead he just ordered the tailor to pack the two suits he tried on so he could buy both, “I’ll meet you out there.”

Yoongi left Jungkook to get changed and while he stood alone in the fitting room staring up at your boudoir photos framed around him, he took his phone and dialed your number.

“Hello?” Your end of the call sounded hectic, louder and busier than his did. You were in the middle of an interview for Vogue and were taking a short break. It seemed like he called at just the right time since you were getting your makeup touched up.

“Are you busy?” Jungkook asked with a sharp tone that fell on deaf ears when the call went silent for a moment. He really did admire the photo of you, remembering just what it was like to trace his hands along your figure.

“Who is this?” You finally asked, making his jaw clench slightly.

“Jeon Jungkook.”

“Oh you see, I wouldn’t have known that considering you didn’t even say a hello or anything,” You told him in a sarcastic tone that made him want to smile but also roll his eyes, “Besides, I am busy.”

As if on cue, the call of your name in the background made your claim concrete. He bit his lip in thought, wondering what it was you were doing and how long it would take, “When can I see you?”

A smile played on your lips as you held up a finger to your assistant who was trying to hurry you along, “Did you make an appointment with my assistant?”

He couldn’t help but scoff as his gaze turned toward a glare, practically imagining that picture of you smiling at him, “I didn’t know I needed one, darling. When can I schedule one?”

“I’m not sure, i'll let you know,” you said and before Jungkook could respond, the call ended and he was left in shock that you just hung up on him. He gathered his things and met Yoongi outside to pay, completely bewildered by the fact that you just hung up on him so easily. He knows you haven’t spoken since the night of the wedding where you were forced to speak but this is all he gets?

“What took you so long?” Yoongi asked as they left Dolce & Gabbana with new things.

xxx-xxx-xxxx: Appointment scheduled for, 6:30 pm today, L/n Residence @ the Northbrook Estates

Jungkook couldn’t help but laugh in disbelief at the confirmation of an appointed meeting with you tonight.

The night on the yacht had been unexpected yet also long-awaited and now that its done with, neither of you seemed to know what to do about it. You wont lie and say you didn’t enjoy that moment with him but you were also realistic. You and Jungkook would just never work out, you’re too different on the outside and that’s why you’re so confused now as to why he called you.

“So, Y/n, its been a busy season for you this year,” an interviewer said as the camera zoomed in on your expression as they continued, “Not only did you walk thirteen shows but I hear you also celebrated your close friends wedding. How was that? You must have been exhausted.”

“You know it was a lot but it was exciting, I hold my friends dearly and I’m just thankful I was able to make time for such an event,” you said and you’ll admit your response sounded scripted. You didn’t dive too deeply which is what you’re sure the interviewer wanted. You should have known that this stupid interview wouldn’t just be about your newly established modeling career.

Whether you’ve become Model of the Year for your catwalk, or for nepotism, you didn’t are much either way. All you cared about was the fact that the interviewer has found a way to slip in questions they didn’t need to know. It’s like you can just sense the things they’ll ask and have already prepared and calculated the exact responses you need to give.

“Of course, and what a star-studded party,” the interviewer continued, “The Best Man being Jeon Jungkook must have been exciting for you.”

“Well, we’ve all known each other for a long time now so…” You cleared your throat, looking a bit disinterested.

“Yes, of course,” the interviewer said with a nervous laugh, “And pardon me, Y/n, but I just have to ask, did anything happen between the two of you on this very intimate trip?”

Your smile strained but you never looked anything less than sweet as you said, “We are all just very close friends. Most of them have supported me in modeling.”

It was a clear attempt on your part to direct the conversation back to what it was supposed to be about. She ignored your last comment and said, “So… I guess we’re all curious, some pictures from the parties were released of the two of you awfully close in certain open waters, and an evident hickey on his neck—not to mention the matching clothes, please, is there something between you and the heir of Jeon Corporation?”

“Nothing that should concern you, no,” you smiled sweetly and the interviewer seemed to freeze up, unsure if she had gone too far in her questions.

Silence filled the space around them and there was no way to cut these parts out since it was a video shoot and after a while of the interviewer struggling to find which questions to ask, a person who worked for you stepped forward, “How about another short break?”

The interviewer released a shaky breath while the both of you made your way off camera and your glam team was quick to touch up your hair and makeup as the director of the shoot approached you, “Y/n darling, how are we feeling?”

“Annoyed,” you answered honestly, “I thought this was supposed to be about my modeling.”

“You’re absolutely right, darling, we apologize for any mistake we’ve done on our part, I—She must have taken it as an opportunity to ask her own questions and I promise you, we will have a deep conversation about this. We aren’t TMZ…” the director said and you rolled your eyes.

“I’m done filming if she’ll be the one continuing the interview,” You told him as you began to walk away from him, not caring for the excuses or whatever and you can hear your publicist repeat your words to him.

It wasn’t even that she was bad at her job or that she asked anything too deep but she just quickly got on your bad side with her persistence to not let the subject drop.

In the end you got your wish and filming ended smoothly before you were driven away to whatever was next in your schedule, trying not to think about the interview or the fact that there was a chance you would be seeing Jungkook later.

Things are evidently strange between you two and its not like you’ve been blind to the articles or posts about you but you don’t want to address anything. That night on the yacht seems like a fluke and like it shouldn’t have happened at all despite how you felt in the moment. Your parents aren’t the type to be invested in what is put in the tabloids but when their lifelong, country club going, friends call them and ask if there’s anything between you and Jeon Corporation’s Jungkook, they’re going to want answers.

It was just one night, one night where the two of you put aside whatever indifference you had toward each other just so you could release tension and this is the consequence for that. Of course everyone would want to know and of course no one was able to turn a blind eye to you. Even Yeonwoo managed to ask what you had been doing in the cabins withJungkook or so long that night and even when you tried to ignore her she kept pressing you for an answer.

In truth you had nothing to say. You were both adults and it didn’t matter if anyone else was dying to know if there was anything going on between you.

You resented each other.

You had sex.

Plus, he’s going to leave soon and you don’t think that bothers you?

When your driver pulled up to the tall skyscraper you called home, you headed inside alone.

“Good evening, Miss L/n,” the lobbyist held the door open for you, “You have a visitor waiting in the lobby.”

Your brows furrowed, checking the time before heading to the library where sure enough, Jeon Jungkook was sitting by the fireplace reading whatever magazine was set out for him. At the sound of your Miu Miu kitten heels, he turned staring at you with his big rounded eyes being the only thing you could see beside his face mask, “You’re early.”

Jungkook wrapped an arm around your waist as he pressed his lips to your cheek in greeting and you did the same, he joined you in the elevator and said, “I like to get to my appointments early.”

“You’re lucky my shoot ended early or else you might have had to wait outside like a dog,” you teased as you pushed the button for the top floor where your penthouse was located. As part of the infinite amount of wealth your family has, you also dabble in real estate, mostly in the country as luxury apartments but you do have some homes overseas: Paris, New York, Argentina, etc.

The place you call home is a top floor penthouse with terrace and rooftop. The floor in which it was located was completely shut off for just you and included a private gym, yoga studio, three walk-in closets, and on top of that an elevator parking garage with a Mary Kay Pink Rolls Royce sitting pretty inside it.

Jungkook has never stepped foot in your home before and it was overwhelmingly stunning with four bedrooms, two living rooms (one on the top floor and one on the main floor too), an open kitchen, poolside terrace, and five bathrooms. You lived in ultimate modern luxury with traditional themes throughout the home like its hand carved wooden furniture and expensive marble walls.

“Is this different from your little magic treehouse in the woods you ran off to?” You asked, tempted to push his buttons as you removed your coat and handed it to your housekeeper who waited at the door.

“Well, considering my magic treehouse is worth 2.6 million dollars, no I wouldn’t consider this that different from it,” Jungkook couldn’t help but boast, feeling like he’s competing. It’s like when he was in school and the students would brag about whatever exotic trip they got to go in the summer and he would have to make sure to tell them what he did was better. “Maybe I’ll bring you with someday.”

Fuck. Why did he say that? Why is he indulging in any of this in the first place? You and Jungkook should never be together, right?

“Speaking of which, I thought you would have ran off now that the wedding is over,” You said as you mumbled something to the housekeeper making her leave, “Drink?”

“Water is fine,” Jungkook said as he made his way down to your 70’s inspired talking pit of suede Anabei sectional couches, “And I thought I would have been gone by now too”

“What changed?” You skied curiously, “Don’t tell me it's because you would miss me.”

You held your hand to your chest as if to seem touched by the thought and Jungkook just rolled his eyes as you continued, “How would all the other girls feel knowing I’m keeping you here?”

Jungkook scoffed as he practically pushed your legs off his lap, “Can you not joke for just one second?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, even if part of you felt confused wondering if this was supposed to be a serious moment or not. Jungkook huffed, running his fingers through his black hair, “I’m here because I wanted to talk to you about all those articles. My parents are working on taking those down, are you okay?”

Your eyebrows knitted together with confusion, “Me? Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because I’ve never seen anything bad written about you and suddenly you’re being painted as a two-timer by spending a night with me while also… doing whatever it is you do with that friend of yours.” He was not jealous. He swears.

To be clear, there really is nothing going on with you and Jimin. You’re just two friends in the modeling world who happen to like attending secret parties together and maybe making out drunkenly every now and then. That’s it. You’ve never slept with him and Jimin has too many girls on his line for you to ever consider him.

“I’ll survive,” You mumbled as you looked over at him, seeing him in deep thought.

“I’m thinking of staying a while longer,” Jungkook said suddenly with a clear of his throat.

Jungkook was not the shy type and to be honest he’s not even sure why he’s letting you know [as if it made a difference] but the words just slipped out.

He did not like you.

Well, he didn’t like you like that. It sounds harsh he’s well aware of that but he was never romantically attracted to you before so how is he going to suddenly feel that way after only a week in contact again. Maybe it was just unresolved sexual tension after years of feeling that way but that can’t be the only thing that’s making him want to revert back to what his life was like before he left to live on his own.

He escaped all this so that he could live somewhere quietly and do what he really wanted to do without worrying about anything else. Now he’s contemplating moving back and possibly involving himself with his father’s business again. Too much is going on for him to understand why.

“For how long?” you asked as your fingers began to softly run through the ends of his hair making him look at you. You couldn’t hide your curiosity and how close the two of you are.

When he had pulled you down to sit with him, it was with your legs thrown over his lap which he had been caressing every now and then.

An arrogant smirk formed on his lips as he licked them, tapping your calf lightly, “How long do you want me here?”

Fuck, Jungkook is staying to get back in business… not for you.

It’s not for you.

It’s not for yo—

His breath hitched as a sudden weight shifted to his lap, his hands immediately went to your waist, helping you get comfortable on him. It’s embarrassing the way Jungkook didn’t hesitate to reach for you when you sat on his lap feeling your arms thrown around his neck, “Here as in…”

You looked down at the short skirt you wore which rolled up a little from how your legs straddled his thighs and said, “Under me?”

A scoff in disbelief left his lips as he couldn’t help but laugh, sliding your hips closer, “Yeah.”

It was attractive the way your conversations never seemed to fall unless you wanted them to. It was a constant cat and mouse game, banter back and forth and he catches on quickly.

You couldn’t help it, okay. Anytime you would see pictures of Jungkook since he left, he was always in a hoodie and sweats or something that just hid his entire body. Right now he’s wearing this Christian Dior white button-up shirt [which he rolled the sleeves up at some point since he got here] and it was messily untucking from his black slacks and he looks so hot right now. His hair was messy in a sexy way and he looked just like he used to, except this time with tattoos and a different sense of maturity.

Without wasting another moment debating if you should or shouldn’t, you leaned down and kissed him. Jungkook’s lips parted against yours, stretching his neck to kiss you with more need. Unlike the first night you kissed, this one wasn’t as rushed and angry. He took his time longer, pulling your bottom lip between his and doing it over again.

You pressed your chest against his, with your tongue swiping against his lip teasingly until you met his. Jungkook’s hands pinched the satin fabric of your skirt, feeling it tighten and rise, unable to stop the growing desire he was feeling for you. His briefs were getting tighter every time you shifted on his lap and whatever he had been thinking before you started making out.

“You want to play?” He asked, shifting his head to deepen the kiss without bumping noses. You pulled away feeling desperate to catch your breath as his kisses began to travel down toward your exposed neck, licking and nipping under your jaw while beginning to make

“Maybe,” you sighed in pleasure, running your hands through his hair when you felt him kiss down your collarbone, closer and closer down the deep-v in your Miu Miu chiffon top. The strap to your shirt slipped down your shoulder as Jungkook’s rough fingers traced down the side of your arms.

You cupped his face in your hands, forcing him to go back to kiss your lips as you felt his growing erection press into you. It was hard for him to ignore the fact that the only thing covering what was under your skirt was a flimsy, thin piece of lace he shifted you closer until his bulge was tucked between your legs, placing your hips right over where he wanted them to be. Now that he moved you, his outline was more evident and had you grinding along him.

Jungkook released a groan with a sharp breath once he felt that sudden move and he couldn’t help but buck his hips against you, feeling the fabric of his briefs constrict his hardened cock. It was a frustrating feeling yet he felt so eager with his tongue down your throat and his covered dick tucked nicely between your covered folds that he couldn’t even think to stop and remove the layers.

His lips were feeling swollen against yours yet he didn’t want to pull away, the friction he was getting from the way you humped him was turning him on with how needy it felt. You kissed along his jaw, grinding against his aching dick while your nimble fingers began to unbutton his shirt.

“God damn,” Jungkook groaned as he threw his head back, relishing in the way your hips moved expertly against him while kissing down his naked chest. He slid his ass down your back, stopping over your butt and pulling your skirt out of the way for him to get a better feel of you underneath. With firm hands, he turned your sensual grinding into harsher and more deep movements that he met with his hips.

He’s not sure he could take just this any longer. Anytime he’s with you now it’s like he can’t do anything but fall for you and despite how annoying it is, he doesn’t do anything to stop it. Instead, he welcomes it and right now all he wants to do and rip off the remaining layers between you so he could have your legs wrapped around him once more. It’s only been days since the first time and he has not been able to stop thinking about it.

The day of the wedding he had been so distracted by you that he barely remembers any of it and now his best friends are on their honeymoon and he’s here thinking about you again.

Giving up on arguing how much he wants to have you, he wanted to get your clothes off and you were letting him. His hands had barely made it to the end of your top, ready to pull it off, when a loud ringtone cut through the living room, echoing off the walls and hard to ignore. The two of you looked at each other confused.

He sat up, reaching his hand into his pocket and pulling out his phone, annoyed that someone had thought to call him.

“Answer,” you said breathlessly as you looked at the caller, already sliding yourself off his lap.

“It’s just Hobi,” Jungkook said, letting out a huff in annoyance as he set his phone back down, turning to kiss you but it rang once again. Your eyes met his and he begrudgingly grabbed his phone and swiped to answer, “Hello?”

“Hey man, I just got off the phone with your Yoongi,” Hoseok said as he sat in a large closet filled with designer clothes, “And why am I always the last to know if you’re leaving or not?”

“What?” Jungkook looked visibly annoyed with his scrunched brows and tense jaw and for some reason that made him hotter to you. His shirt was undone completely and his belt was halfway pulled off and with his legs spread, it was very hard to ignore his hard on.

Your eyes softened with curiosity and you couldn’t help but bite down on your bottom lip as you decided to just go for it. First, your hand rested on his thigh as he listened to whatever Hoseok said, but slowly you made your way toward his bulge.

“You’re gonna start working with your dad again?” Hoseok asked, unaware of the way Jungkook’s attention had drifted down to the palm of your hand, right over his dick. Your fingers pressed against the underside of his member, massaging your palm into it and feeling the way his hips raised. “What happened to not caring about the money and the company and all that blah blah blah?”

Jungkook couldn’t help but roll his eyes, snapping back to his friend instead of what was going on. His fingers wrapped around your wrist, tightening their grip as if in warning. It was a useless attempt considering he tried helping you pull his belt off and saying, “Come on man, it was never like that.”

He could hear his own tone falter somewhere between lying and having his cock free from the confines of his tight briefs with your hand feeling him.

Hoseok laughed, debating what suit he should wear, “No, it’s exactly like that.”

Jungkook’s hand went to your head, softly caressing you as you kissed down his navel, your hand wet with spit, jerking him off while licking just above his dick. He didn’t bother with a response to his friend as he continued speaking anyway, “Is it true you and our princess are messing around? It’s all over the tabloids.”

Sarcasm was evident in Hoseok’s tone but Jungkook was too focused on your tongue licking up the length of his hard cock, wetting it with spit that made your hand movements smoother.

“Look I get it, you’ve had all this tension something was bound to happen but damn, why didn’t you tell me that either?” Hoseok asked with evident shock, unaware of the blowjob his friend was receiving on the other end. Your lips were wrapped tightly around his length and with your hand too, it was hard for Jungkook to keep his reactions to a minimum.

“Hobi, I—I, yknow I just,” Jungkook cleared his throat uncomfortably to hide an evident groan. He was beginning to fidget under your ministrations, especially when you squeezed under his cock, massaging his balls, “Sorry.”

“Sorry?! That’s all you gotta say after chewing me out for giving you condoms as a joke.” Hoseok was lying in a pile of Louis Vuitton suits on the floor, engrossed in his one-sided conversation, “Our friendship seems one-sided buddy. I thought when you came up to me… I thought, ‘Hey, maybe my good buddy Jungkook will get in this dandy hot tub with me’ but no, you know what you do instead? You ask where Y/n is! God I should’ve known—“

Jungkook threw his head back in a mixture of pleasure and obvious irritation that he couldn’t take it anymore. His finger pressed into the red button and the call was cut to end suddenly. As soon as his phone hit the couch, you pulled off his length with a deep huff for air, “That wasn’t very nice of you.”

“He’ll get over it,” Jungkook mumbled as he reached for your hand to pull you toward him, “Come here.”

“I’m not done,” you leaned away from the kiss he was trying to give you but his hand held your head in place, not caring to kiss the lips that had just been around his hard dick. Jungkook wasn’t as gentle as his need grew heavier and with a strategic pull at your top, it ripped down the back, “Jungkook!”

“What?” He asked with a giddy smile, tempted to be playful, “It was in my way.”

You rolled your eyes, sitting up to take your skirt off yourself and prevent another hazard while Jungkook finished undressing himself. “It was custom, asshole.”

Jungkook’s smile dropped with worry, lips parted in surprise until you burst out into a laugh and fell onto his lap, “You should see the look on your face.”

“Ha ha, don’t scare me like that,” Jungkook chuckled, “I was already thinking about the fortune I would have to pay to fix that.”

“Jungkook,” you ignored the fact that the two of you were naked, in the middle of an intimate moment and asked, “What did you mean earlier?”

“When?” Jungkook asked, caressing your leg, “About staying? Yeah, I’m serious.”

“You are?” You crossed your arms over your bare chest, “Why?”

“Why?” He was visibly taken back, “What do you mean why?”

“I mean… just a few days ago you were adamant on leaving right after the wedding and when you left the resort before everyone else we all kind of figured you had left but you’re here now and…” You took a deep breath in thought.

“Do you want me to leave?” Jungkook asked, sounding more hurt than he intended to. All this time pushing and pulling his feelings for how he felt about being here and seeing you was getting to him. He’s very aware how confusing he is and spending a night with you shouldn’t have changed his mind this quickly while he also refused to admit.

“We didn’t talk about what happened at the party,” you said suddenly, feeling Jungkook drape his shirt over your naked figure as the conversation shifted drastically.

“I know,” he dropped his head, “I’m sorry, I was really confused and I couldn’t tell what I was feeling or how you were feeling and I was mad and… I thought you probably didn’t care.”

“I mean, I didn’t,” you shrugged, “But because I figured it was just a one time thing since you were very obvious with how little you thought of me and now you’re saying you’re staying longer while visiting me at home and it just… I don’t get it.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” Jungkook was in his slacks again, trying to fix whatever mess he might have made over time, “I just… I was just being dumb. I wanted to act like I wasn’t into you at all because I was mad at everyone else and it wasn’t fair that I took it out on you but I thought you didn’t like me either.”

“And you’re right, you were mean to me,” you nudged him with your foot, “So really, I shouldn’t even be in this position with you right now.”

Jungkook didn’t dare argue when you called him out, “You always pretended to hate me even when you’d get jealous if someone else talked to me and you could never take your eyes off me.”

His brows furrowed, reminded of the trip and how everyone always joked that he wanted you when he was so stubborn on saying he didn’t. He didn’t like how predictable his life was.

“Because I knew everyone thought you were perfect,” Jungkook tried pulling you toward him, “And they didn’t know how you liked to push my buttons and say things you knew would get to my head and how you were actually so unbelievably perfect that it pissed me off everytime I let you get to me.”

“Don’t sweet talk me now,” you teased when he leaned over to lay between your legs, content with the sight of you in his Dior shirt, “How are you gonna repay me for being such a dick?”

“Whatever you want,” Jungkook admitted, “Say the word and I’ll give you whatever you want.”

“I have everything I want,” you ran your fingers through his hair.

“Come on Y/n, don’t make this hard on me,” he whined playfully, “Everyone else is already making it hard and I just want to spend the night with you. I’ll let you use me.”

Your brow raised and with a soft laugh you pulled him toward you for a kiss, “I get to use the Jeon Jungkook? What will everyone say?”

“That they saw it coming,” Jungkook chuckled as he pressed his lips to yours, “So don’t stop the inevitable.”

You rolled your eyes, feeling your arousal from earlier slowly make its return, “You’re so spoiled.”

“I know.”

Jeon Jungkook now knows what an awful liar he’s been these last couple of years. All of this talk about wanting to be different, break free from his family’s influences and the world of money and power, was meaningless in the end. He tried, he really did but his rebellion of running off and doing whatever he pleased, refusing to acknowledge the company, the wealth and the people in it was short lived because he never actually wanted to escape it.

He was still going to be friends with the people he grew up with and fall back to his old routine of country clubs and parading on yachts or private islands.

He was still going to take over his share of his father’s company and dress himself up in designer Kiton suits that he used to despise wearing.

He was still going to fall for you, the person he despised simply for being an exact reflection of himself. You were perfect for him in every way on paper and that made him want to push you away but in the end, he still fell for you like he knew he would.

Some people dream about having the life he does, or growing up the way he did and yet here he was selfishly wishing it all away. It was perfect, it was so insanely perfect and unfair that Jungkook ever thought he wouldn’t be happy with what he had been handed down to him for simply being born.

“This person gathered valuable experiences in the world and has shown such a strong will to portray it all into commitment for the company and that makes me a proud father,” A deep voice spoke from behind a podium with an echoing mic that had the attention of over a hundred people, “Please, welcome the newest V.P. for Jeon Corporation, my youngest son, Jeon Jungkook.”

Jungkook had an arrogant smile on his lips as he walked onto stage, thanking everyone for congratulating him on his quick and easy advance in the company—even surpassing his older brother.

“Honestly, it is a big thank you to everyone close to me, for helping me see how ready I am to step into this role and fulfill my duty as a member of this corporation,” Jungkook said confidently, looking at all his friends who had a mixture of confused yet knowing smiles on their faces.

“What a brat,” Hoseok joked with Namjoon, “And I blame you for this.”

“Yeah, I’ve never seen someone get pulled back into the country’s good graces so easily,” Namjoon laughed, remembering all the articles about how my ridiculous Jungkook was for publicly stating he would never be a part of the company.

“That’s because he’s spoiled,” Jungkook’s older brother chimed in, “Even after he says he’s gonna walk away from it, he’s still gonna be welcomed back with open arms.”

Taehyung released a playful sigh, “I want to be Jeon Jungkook when I grow up, the perfect life just handed to me and I’m just too blind to appreciate it.”

“Tae, you’re rich,” Yeonwoo whispered to him, Taehyung grinning at her reminder and sitting up straighter.

“How was it?” Jungkook asked his friends as he looked around the table.

“Well rehearsed,” Taehyung gave him the thumbs up, “Also, where’s Y/n? I thought she’d be here.”

Jungkook checked the time on his watch, his leg already bouncing underneath the table, “Yeah, I thought so too.”

It shouldn’t be that big of a deal to him. This was all just some flashy way for his father to make Jungkook’s debut in the business widely anticipated and you had other things to do than be here. The two of you aren’t even officially together yet so it’s not like you owe it to him or anything.

“Y/n,” Jimin whined as he watched the valet open the limo door for you, “Please don’t ditch me. I’m your best friend, imagine how much fun we could be having. Everyone’s going to ask where you ran off to after the dinner.”

“Well you can tell them,” you hurried to finish applying your lip gloss, “That I had more important things to do than get drunk at some fashion party.”

“Right, just throw me to the side like I mean nothing,” Jimin said dramatically, “Is this how you treat friends now?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, knowing he was only trying to cause a scene. Jimin knew you would be calling it an early night but he just wanted it to be difficult. With a small sigh, you double checked that you looked fine in the mirror and said, “Okay, wish me luck, I’m hoping I get laid tonight.”

“I also hope you get laid tonight so that I don’t have to listen to you talk about how much you want to see him,” Jimin said as you made your way out the car, “Goodnight.”

By the time you got to the banquet, the cameras had been long gone from the entrance and so you were able to make your appearance quietly. You would have been here earlier if there hadn’t been an ambassador dinner tonight that you had already agreed to do before Jungkook decided on staying and you just couldn’t miss it.

You felt bad because Jungkook had asked you to come be his date but he understood why you couldn’t make it right away. If anything he should be happy that you hurried over from dinner to the banquet without an outfit change. Despite the number of attendants, it was really a private affair with only a couple people from the press but nothing too grand and over the top. It made arriving late less miserable and finding Jungkook and your friends much easier.

And when you first involved yourself with Jungkook in this way, you should have known it wouldn’t all be easy. You were now somewhat seeing the most eligible bachelor in the country and nobody knows about it aside from speculation. Speculation won’t stop spoiled rich girls who want him to themselves and that’s what you saw when you found him.

“It’s so great to have you back Kooky, it’s like… the best thing to ever happen,” some girl gushed at him from the once empty seat to his left. She seemed unaffected by the stares she received from around the table and didn’t care at all that Jungkook wasn’t even glancing her way. He doesn’t know her, she’s probably just the daughter of some wealthy couple who thinks she has a chance with him.

Jungkook stared forward, watching his friends’ faces as their eyes softened, no longer listening to the girl who said, “Maybe we can get together some time.”

A gentle hand touched his shoulder, soft lips brushing against his ear as you said, “Maybe we can get together some time too.”

There was no denying the smile that grew on his face as he turned to look at you and how close you were to him. Jungkook’s lips parted in pleasant surprise, ready to talk to you when someone else spoke up.

“Excuse us, sweetheart,” Namjoon said to the girl, “It seems our table is full, maybe you can try somewhere else?”

She left with an annoyed scoff, making room for you to sit down, “Sorry I’m late, did any of you miss me?”

You had a sweet smile on your face, a camera clicked somewhere else in the distance surely capturing how close you were to Jungkook specifically, who was tracing his hand along your thigh.

“Dearly,” Jungkook said as he leaned into you for a quick kiss on the lips, “Thanks for coming.”

“I told you I’d try and make it,” you said to him, “I missed the speech didn’t I?”

“It was nothing special,” Jungkook’s hand began to slide down the space between your legs—or at least as far as your dress would let it, “Just the usual talk about how amazing I am, it was all very boring.”

“But I love talking about you,” Your tone was sarcastic yet flirty, your hand falling over his in warning when he began to pull up your dress just a little. You were sitting at a table with a large draped tablecloth that hid your legs underneath but you were still very aware of the fact that your friends were all around the table.

“Y/n,” Hoseok called for you from across the table, “How does it feel to have the Jeon Jungkook wrapped around your finger?”

Jungkook turned to his friend with a harsh glare, knowing he was just poking fun at it all but still managing to get under his skin. You looked at Jungkook with a knowing grin, “Like nothing I didn’t expect.”

He scoffed, squeezing your thigh possessively, “I think the feelings are mutual, darling.”

You leaned into him, not caring for being around so many important people with cameras trying to capture whatever moment they can, “They are.”

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a/n omg it took me literally forever to write this and idk how I feel about it but yknow what 😭it’s finished and that’s what matters. I was in the mood for some rich kdrama feel fic and I hope I managed to pull that off at least a litttlleeeeeeere

thanks for everyone that waited patiently and please feel free to lmk what you think <3

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