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jeonjcngkook · 2 days ago
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love bites | jjk (m) teaser
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→ pairing: vampire!jungkook x vampire!reader
→ wc: 1.5k
→ genre(s)/au(s): 18+, modern vampires, vampire au, est relationship, smut
→ summary: its feeding time for you both but this time rather than venture out alone, you take it one step further and feed together.
→ teaser warnings: oc is a such a bad girl n we luv her, jaykay is a fuckin simp, explicit mentions of blood, explicit mentions of dead bodies, sexual groping (both females rec), implied mention of f/f/m, blood drinking, jaykay plays with his food, coerision, implied smut
→ note: thank you @jimilter​ & @sunshinejunghoseokie​ for betaing the teaser<33 n mistress magwai @kth1​ for the banner sksk
→ note2: the full fic is just pwp. there will be absolutely no plot whatsoever so if that isn't your thing, no hard feelings — move on and let others enjoy what they want
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Jungkook sinks his teeth into the woman in front of him, crimson liquid rushing to the surface to aid the bloodlust coursing through him. Not once do Jungkook's eyes leave you as you continue to play with the dark hair of the lifeless male in your own arms.
“Stop her from crying. She's annoying me,” you roll your eyes at her blood curdling scream, accentuating your distaste towards the female.
“Why don’t you come over here and do something about it then?” Jungkook challenges you back with a playful smirk dawning on his lips.
You're quick to push the male from your body, watching as his body drops to the floor in a heap. 
“Okay, he’s definitely dead,” you laugh out loud with sinister glee. 
You make your way over to Jungkook and stand in front of the woman. She is certainly beautiful with soft raven hair and rather large innocent looking eyes. Eyes that are now flooded with fear and pleasure. What a stupid girl, getting off on being fed from.
Grabbing her by the throat, you squeeze the sides of her neck just enough to keep her quiet but not enough to fully cut off the air to her lungs. Tipping her head up, she looks at you as Jungkook continues to suckle on her blood. He’s made quite the mess of his meal, blood running down her neck.
The scent of her sweet perfume invades your senses as you lower your head to her neck and sniff at the broken flesh where Jungkook's teeth and tongue are lapping away at her with succession. It’s surprising that she’s lasted this long with the way that he’s been going at her. 
“Such a pretty little thing you are,” you murmur as your other hand caresses her cheek.
Jungkook finally removes himself from her just to mutter, “you should fucking taste her, she’ll quench your thirst so well.” To prove his point, he drags his index finger through the blood staining her skin and lifts it up to your lips.
“Well you do smell delicious, I will give you that,” you whisper, your lids fluttering shut in delight. 
Your hand squeezes harder on her neck and the other finds her right breast. You pinch at the flesh over her clothing and watch as pleasure fills her. 
“Bless. You’re such a fighter hanging on for dear life, I’ll give you that much,” you laugh sarcastically.
“W-what do you mean?” The woman squeaks. 
Jungkook places a kiss upon her neck, lips brushing across the skin behind her ear. You feel the way her body trembles underneath your touch, and you sink your teeth into your bottom lip to suppress the smile trying to make its way to your face.
You lower your face towards her, your lips a hair's breadth away from her own. “I’m a good girl, ask anyone. Ask him,” flipping your head up in the direction of Jungkook behind her.
Jungkook’s eyes are dark, full of hunger and not just for the woman he has tangled in his arms. “Now kitten, why lie to your meal?” He toys with you both with his words.
“I-I trust you,” she mutters, trying to assure you or herself, you’re unsure.
“Silly girl. Now why would you do something as reckless as trusting me?” You purr. Your head is spinning, still not sated from the lifeless male you just sank your teeth into not even five minutes ago. “You’re gorgeous and we want you, so what’s the point of beating around the bush?”
Your tongue dips out of your mouth and you flatten it against her neck, feeling a puddle of blood begin to gather at its tip. “As for you, baby. Why does it matter if I tell a white lie or not? She isn’t going to be around to remember what happens.”
The woman doesn’t get time to muster up a response to you as Jungkook cackles with a shrug of his shoulders and sinks his teeth into her neck once more. You laugh obnoxiously before plunging your sharp teeth into her neck right next to your boyfriend. Both of you closing your eyes and listening to her as she makes an involuntary noise which you think resembles a scream. 
She reclines her head to the side so that both of your jaws gently graze each other as you feed from the artery. It’s messy and not at all how you both usually feed. There is normally an etiquette to it. Keep it short, clean, and leave no traces behind. But with the way blood splatters around both your mouths, watching it seep into her clothing and pour down to pool at her feet, it unleashes a whole other side to you that you’ve kept hidden for so long.
The bite from a vampire, as you know from personal experience, is a bittersweet ache. The initial feeling of teeth grazing over the skin forces the adrenaline to swim around the body, eroding any fear that they fear as they wait for the moment of release. When teeth pierces the skin and the venom makes its first contact with the bloodstream, there is no pain comparable – like a match that has been left to burn down too far with no method to extinguish the heat, body throwing itself into flight or fight mode to overcome the affliction the body is bathed in.
It's at that point that the human can’t decipher if what they are feeling is pleasure or pain or something else altogether.
Your fingers press further into her throat and the other tighter on her breast, allowing the blood to flow further to the surface as you and Jungkook continue to lap it up. You’ve got to give it to him, he was right about her - she was insatiable. Sweet to the tongue, leaving a tingle to take over your body.
It isn't long before horror is filling her emotions – she begins to tremble with fear as life begins to pour out of her. She is using any remaining ounce of strength she can find to thrash around to fight you both off of her but it is no use. Not with the adrenaline coursing through you paired with Jungkook’s unnatural strength. There is no way she has the power to fight back.
Jungkook moves around her body, his hand now cupping your own tit and teasing at the nipple from over your thin tee. He watches it harden under his touch as he suckles furiously from the wound in her neck and you can’t help but moan at the sight in front of you as you also quench your thirst from her too.
The sounds of you and Jungkook slurping from her fills your ears and leaves you more turned on than you ever would have thought possible. It spurs you on to continue drinking from the puncture wounds in her neck. The familiar metallic taste being drawn from her as you feel her body grow limp in Jungkook's arms is such a treat. Her cries have faded to a silence and the sounds of her whimpering become more and more faint the longer the transaction between the three of you continues.
“Is it just me or does feeding together make you hornier than when you do it alone?” Jungkook asks you with his lips muffling the words as his mouth is both pressed against her flesh and full of blood. “Or is my dick hard because seeing you smothered in blood is a sight I don’t ever want to erase?”
Your eyes roll back to the back of your head but you’re unsure if it’s in delight at the satisfaction the nameless woman is providing you or if it comes from the ridiculous but fair question Jungkook asks you. It seems as if his mind is being clouded by his own arousal. Removing your teeth from her neck, you stare back at Jungkook and allow your hand to run through the raven locks of his hair, pushing strands out of his eyes. You hum in agreement.
You think about it. He isn’t wrong at all. You get to watch him and the way he handles his feeds and you’re reminded that it’s almost as rough as he would handle you during sex. It’s in the way his calloused fingers find the throats of his prey to tear them open and nourish himself. It’s in the way his eyes darken, and his body stiffens as he becomes more sated. You’re certain that if he had a beating heart that it would be racing tenfold. The longer you drink him in, the more that you realise again that he is in fact right — you’ve never felt this horny while feeding and it’s all because of the visual of the man in front of you.
“Why don’t you come over here and do something about it then?” You challenge back, using his own words against him.
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untaemedqueen · a day ago
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The Deal
Drug Lord!Yoongi x Coffee Shop Owner!Reader
Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut
Chapter 32.
Series Warnings (Will Be Updated): Mentions of Drugs and Drug Deals, Blood, Smut, Emotional Damage, Love, Gunshot Wounds
Warnings For This Chapter: Firearms, Gunshot Wounds
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Looking out the passenger side window, you watch as the autumn leaves blow through the chilly wind.
Your car is racing down the highway and the sound of your family screaming at the top of their lungs sounds like some sort of abysmal choir goading you on towards the finish line.
The small velvet box in your lap feels heavier than anything though and you know it's because the gold engraved bullet with today's casualty lies inside of it.
Even without looking at it, you can just feel the weight of it.
The leaves, as pretty as they are, can't distract you for even a second.
Your mind is solely focused on Hyunwoo, you're running through memories of this man that has only ever been kind and supportive.
You remember the date and how sweet he was when you were acting like a psychotic teenager. Even when you were shot, you can see how disgusted his face was that you were even getting hurt so clearly.
Yoongi won't listen to you when you say that it might not be Hyunwoo's fault, he's hellbent on the snake's destruction. And who are you to stop him?
Your boyfriend went away for months and to be taken away from his unborn daughter and his woman… that amount of anger cannot be rivaled.
When the drug lord's hand intertwines with yours, it pulls you back to reality.
"You okay, sweetheart?" he asks softly.
His voice is drowned out by the others yelling and only you can hear him.
You give him a small nod and he lifts an eyebrow at how convincing your action is.
"Don't do this to me, baby doll. You know this needs to happen."
You simply shrug and the scarred man sighs loudly.
You haven't debated him on the events that are going to transpire, you just freeze when the topic even gets brought up.
"Babe… come on," Yoongi breathes, taking his hand out of yours and putting it on your belly.
When you turn back to the window, the car begins to glide off the highway onto the dirt road beside it.
The cacophony of voices cuts short at the swivel and the father of your child exits the car scratching his gnarled scar the whole time.
You watch him stalk around the front of the car out of the corner of your eye.
Yoongi opens up the passenger side door and nods to the road beside him.
"Come on," he goads, taking the velvet bullet box off of your lap and throwing it at your little brother.
Unbuckling your seatbelt, you fold your arms and step out of the car.
Your boyfriend puts his hand to your elbow and guides you away from the car and behind a large oak tree so prying eyes can't see a thing.
When the drug lord is comfortable, he places a hand gently beside your head as he leans against the tree.
"What's the matter, baby doll?" he inquires, putting his free hand to your side.
"Nothing," you chirp, looking down at your nails.
His eye roll is practically violent and his eyebrows knit accordingly. "Stop with that shit. C'mon. Talk to me."
"I don't have anything to say," you sigh.
Clicking his teeth, he taps his index finger to the underside of your chin until you look up at him.
"What's the matter?" Yoongi asks again, "you don't want him to die? You don't support what we're going to do? What? Tell me."
"I've said it before, I don't think this is Hyunwoo's fault. And I don't want to see him die," you admit.
The drug lord only nods thoughtfully, wrapping both arms around you and pulling you into an embrace.
He kisses your temple before whispering in your ear. "This motherfucker has wanted to be with you for as long as I can remember… you can't possibly believe that this was someone else. Seokjin told you what it is, the snakes stole that coke and got me locked up."
"I'm not disagreeing or agreeing with it."
Yoongi presses his forehead to yours and the scent of mint and cologne makes you feel at home and comforted.
"I can see the disagreement written all over this gorgeous face," he muses, running his thumb over your cheek, "I need to do this."
"I know, that's why I'm staying quiet. I support you all the time, you know that. I'm just not outwardly supporting this," you announce.
The father of your child closes his eyes and snorts gently. "What am I gonna do if our girl is born with her mother's hard head, hmm?"
You shrug once more and even though he can't see it, he feels it and he smirks.
"I love you," your boyfriend murmurs, lifting your designer shirt to caress the bare skin of your stomach.
"You know I love you too. We love you."
"And that's all I could ask for," Yoongi says, pulling away just far enough to see all of you.
"Let's just get this over with," you whisper, letting him kiss you once more.
"C'mon, sweetheart."
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It's kind of unsettling to pull up to a compound that's not your own.
The snake compound looms large on the highest point of the city's closest mountain and just looking up at it sends a shiver up your spine.
You've been training with guns over the past few months and the shine that reflects from some windows automatically tells you that there are sniper rifles situated in the higher rooms of the mansion.
"Boss… you sure?" Jimin inquires, handing Yoongi the binoculars.
Your boyfriend raises an eyebrow as he puts the binoculars to his eyes.
"Oh my God these scared little pussies," he murmurs, throwing the device over his shoulder.
"Go up to the gate, noona," your brother suggests.
Turning your head to him, you grimace.
There's no universe where you would draw out an unsuspecting man to his death, especially a man that's never personally done you any wrong.
"Shut the fuck up," you warn Guk and he complies almost immediately.
Yoongi clicks his teeth rapidly as he thinks and his fingertips softly glide over his scar. "All of them are going to die. So what order do you want to take them?"
The drug lord is so deeply consumed with his revenge that he doesn't care about the danger that he could find himself in within a matter of minutes.
Namjoon taps on your shoulder and points to the gate.
Yoongi pulls out his gun at the sight of Hyunwoo who walks out of his mansion with both hands up high in the air and a white handkerchief held between his index and middle finger.
"What the fuck is this goon doing?" your boyfriend hisses, grabbing the velvet box off your lap and opening it.
"He wants to parley," Seokjin erupts quickly.
The drug lord fumbles with the box as his adrenaline spikes and his fingers are shaky when he picks up the bullet engraved with Hyunwoo's name. "I don't give a fuck what he wants. Fucking scumbag."
You can see the caution written all over the snake leader's face and without pausing, you climb out of the car.
"Y/N!" Yoongi bellows, shoving open his door.
Hyunwoo holds his hands higher when your boyfriend positions himself behind the open car door and aims his gun at his head.
"Get back in the fucking car!" Yoongi grinds out to you.
"No one is going to hurt anyone," Hyunwoo promises loudly.
You approach the gate and the sound of your boyfriend taking the safety off his gun seems to echo through the air.
"No one in my family is gonna get hurt. You're all gonna fucking die!" the father of your child screams out into the air.
"Hyunwoo…" you gently warn.
"I just wanna talk. I need to talk to you. Make him see reason, Y/N, please," the snake leader pleads, grabbing ahold of the large iron bars that stand between you.
"Let me in and he'll have to follow," you suggest.
Hyunwoo contemplates this for a mere second and when Yoongi opens his mouth to bellow once more, he opens the gate for you. "It's just me here, the others have gone into hiding."
You step behind the gate and the father of your child curses so loudly that it echoes through the air for seconds on end.
"Follow me," Hyunwoo murmurs.
"Son of a fucking bitch!" Yoongi screams, slamming the car door shut and chasing behind you.
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"Please sit," Hyunwoo begs, opening the door to his library.
You do as told, crossing your legs and angling your head to the door when you hear Yoongi rushing up the stairs.
"Y/N! What the fuck?!" your boyfriend screams, bursting through the door.
Hyunwoo pours two glasses of whiskey and casually sits down behind his desk with one hand up in the air as he sips his alcohol.
"Get up and go sit in the car," the drug lord hisses, narrowing his eyes at you.
"I know how the tigers work, I know there's a bullet in that clip of your gun that's meant just for me. I know you're fucking livid but I just need to say something."
Yoongi holds his gun up, stepping behind your chair and shaking his head.
"You don't even get to fucking breathe. I lost four months of my life because of you, I missed watching my daughter grow because of your petty ass!"
Hyunwoo presses his lips into a hard line and he can hear how fucking furious Yoongi is like there's a ball of venom lodged within his throat.
Folding your arms, you thought you were going to be a mediator between the two but you're aware that red is the only color your boyfriend can see.
You'd rather not be caught in between and nothing you could say would help the situation that you're in at this moment.
"Sit down," is all you can say.
Yoongi grumbles under his breath and he listens to you after a moment of weighing his options.
"Whiskey?" Hyunwoo offers.
"Suck my dick," the scarred man spits, holding his gun up and closing one eye.
You run your hands over your face and hunker down for the upcoming brawl.
"I need to say this and I can't say this enough or more sincerely. I'm so fucking sorry that you got taken in but I did not put that motion into place."
Yoongi scoffs but he continues to listen only because he has a gun trained on the man.
"I would never, ever do anything to upset Y/N. My admiration for her was and is very fucking real. If anything would upset her, I wouldn't do it and I know how much she fucking loves you. I know how badly that would have broken her."
The father of your child scratches at his scar before widening his eyes. "Watch your mouth."
Hyunwoo holds up his hands, looking away from you to your boyfriend. "I did not tell my men to steal your coke and I did not tell them to plant it. I did not call in the anonymous tip and I did not help your papers get lost while you were in jail."
Yoongi sniffs loudly, mulling over the new information. "Then who the fuck did? My men have your snakes all over the fucking place."
"Heon. He didn't like how quickly I fell for Y/N, he thought she was trouble especially when she showed up at the event with you and how I flocked to her."
Scratching at his chin, the scarred man beside you tilts his head. "Well, you're all going to die so it's no skin off my bare ass."
You sigh loudly, shutting your eyes.
"I'm fucking upset that you got to miss out on your kid growing but you know that a boss is never going to give his family away. You'd never do it. All of my family has gone into hiding and they're going to stay there."
"Oh, fuck off. I'm not listening to this bullshit anymore. Y/N, go get in the car."
You don't move and it only fuels the situation more.
"You won't find my guys. They're out of the country and they'll be staying there for a while. What I can do is pay for their sins."
Yoongi sits up, giving his full attention to the other drug boss. "Go on."
"Take my life and leave the others alone. Don't look for them and don't-"
"Wait. Just wait-" you begin.
"I accept your offer," your boyfriend cuts you off.
Taking a large inhale through your nose, you shake your head.
Yoongi stands and gently lays a pair of black latex gloves in your lap.
"Yoong-"
"Put them on, Y/N." Hyunwoo insists, nodding towards you.
With a shaky sigh, you put on the gloves and stand, wiping down the chair you and Yoongi both sat on.
You can't even say you're sorry to Hyunwoo because this is vengeance that has to be met.
"I appreciate you taking the hit for your dumb fucking family," your boyfriend announces, walking towards the desk.
The snake drug boss finishes his whiskey before taking off his tie and running his rough hands over his face.
"Baby doll, I really don't want you to see this."
You put the rag you used to wipe down your chairs in your pocket and you close your eyes.
"I hope you guys have a healthy kid," Hyunwoo whispers, closing his eyes.
Yoongi seems to have softened up after the brave display of the snake drug lord. The anger that has been boiling through his blood for days on end has since diffused even for a little while.
"We're getting out of this business and doing something legitimate after this… for our little girl but you're the last task left on the list," Yoongi muses, stepping around the desk and pressing the mouth of his gun to Hyunwoo's temple.
Swallowing thickly, you turn your head to look at the books stacked along the walls on the bookshelves.
"Treat her right," the snake boss whispers, closing his eyes.
"Always do," Yoongi chirps.
Your eyes scour the shelves and as the seconds continue to tick on you feel your nerves becoming tighter and tighter.
There's a thickness in the air that tastes of misery in this giant fortified mansion and you can't help but feel like you brought all of this on in some way.
What if Hyunwoo would have just gone to a different coffee shop? What if you never agreed to that date? Surely you wouldn't have still ended up here.
Maybe you shouldn't have gone to any events with Yoongi so early on. Maybe then this handsome snake boss would continue to live on another day.
But it's all pointless now.
"Any last words?" Yoongi inquiries.
"I have a cat, it's gonna need a home. Python doesn't do well without someone around." Hyunwoo whispers.
"Noted."
The gun shot is so loud that it makes you jump and all you can do is shut your eyes the same way Hyunwoo did on the night of the event where you were hurt.
The irony.
Without a word, you leave the home office.
It's sad to even think but something about what just happened makes you feel almost lighter in a way. Now there's nothing to offset Yoongi's plans.
Now you can begin anew.
And your boyfriend knows it all too well as well.
"Come on sweetheart, let's get you both home," Yoongi breathes, putting his arm around your shoulders and exhaling deeply.
Now your life can really begin.
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gimmethatagustd · 11 hours ago
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Hello!
I've read a lot of fics in which a member of the bts makes the oc feel good about their body after pregnancy, praises their body and stuff,
I was wondering if you could make a jungkook fic (or any other member if you want) where he's a writer and so can't put in time for excercise, he's lost his abs, his arms and thighs have gotten lose, and he feels like the reader doesn't like him anymore because when they got together back in college, he had all that
He's just worried that he's not pretty anymore, and then the reader makes sure he realizes just how pretty he is in her eyes, that he doesn't need a crazy sculpted body for her to love him, he could have a beer belly for all she cares and she'd still love him just as much
Your fics are AWESOME and I've really wanted to request this one for a while, so I hope you like the idea!
THAT'S MY BABY | JJK
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All you want to do is make sure that your boyfriend feels good about himself, no matter how life changes.
✿ pairing: jungkook x reader
✿ rating/genre: BTS | 18+ (i guess?? idk i’m bad at judging these things) | established relationship | fluff
✿ word count/date: 1.4k | August 2022
✿ warnings: body image insecurities | they shower together, but it’s not sexual 
✿ notes: this request is so cute and unique 🥺 thank you so much for sending this in. i'm sorry it took me a while to get to it, but i hope you enjoy 💖 and thank you to my beta reader @here4btsfics who has a lovely fic about a similiar topic here - pls go and read it, too!
✿ masterlist | ao3 | join my taglist
✿ what was jai listening to? i.f.l.y. - bazzi // nothing feels better - pink sweat$
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You were accustomed to waking up to the soft indentation of where your boyfriend’s body had laid in bed beside you. You spread your fingers out, smoothing over the wrinkled sheets and pressing your palm into the remaining warmth from his body. Normally it was the smell of coffee and the click clack of fingertips against a keyboard that coaxed you awake on a sleepy Sunday morning. Jungkook didn’t like waking you up. He tiptoed around the apartment, fuzzy socks sliding along the wooden floors and catching on the occasional rug, thoughts lost in the imaginary worlds he created inside his head. 
You were in awe of his mind, never quite privy to everything that went on inside it, though you assumed you wouldn’t fully understand anyway. Creativity was, admittedly, not your strong suit. At least, not in the way it was for Jungkook. His ability to shape fragments of ideas and put them down in beautiful prose was enviable. It came to no one’s surprise that his short story collections were a hit from the very beginning. From anyone else’s eyes, Jungkook was right where he needed to be. 
For him, it wasn’t so simple.
With sleep blurring your eyes, you tripped over something on your way to your dresser. Looking down, your toes brushed up against the digital scale you normally kept tucked away in the bathroom. With a frown, you picked it up and headed towards the bathroom. 
Seeing Jungkook studying himself in the bathroom mirror wasn’t an unusual sight. He was always evaluating something, be it the way his bangs framed his forehead or how his veins popped when he flexed his biceps. Lately, though, these self-evaluations felt more frequent and harsher than usual. 
“Baby, why did you have this out?” You knew the answer already. 
Jungkook met your eyes in the mirror and your heart ached at the dark circles beneath his eyes. He shrugged, eyes cast downward. He played with a stray hair tie sitting on the bathroom counter and kept his back towards you. 
“I don’t feel good.” 
And you knew he didn’t mean that he was sick. 
Putting the scale away, you snuck your arms around his waist and hugged his back against your chest. You tried to ignore the way he tensed in your arms or how your initial touch made him flinch. 
“I think we should take a hot shower and get some coffee in us. How does that sound?” 
Your boyfriend grumbled, but he’d never learned how to say no to you, no matter how shitty he felt. Lucky for him, you only used your power for good. 
“Thank you,” you spoke softly as you lifted your t-shirt over your head. It was one of Jungkook’s, far too large for you and worn down to the point you should have probably gotten rid of it by now. But it was one of his old college shirts and the nostalgia made you hold on for a bit longer. Your underwear was next to go, quickly slipped off and following your shirt into the hamper. You felt your stomach flutter when you caught Jungkook watching you undress. Shooting him a small smile, you busied yourself with turning on the shower and getting the temperature the way he liked it. 
“Better hurry up or you’ll be stuck with cold water,” you teased as you stepped in. The heat made your skin tingle, raising goosebumps across your arms and the hairs on your skin. 
Jungkook followed you soon after, keeping his eyes cast downward as you grabbed his biceps to switch places with him, allowing him the opportunity to stand beneath the water. 
 You grabbed his shampoo, squirting some into your palm. Jungkook leaned out of the water just enough to open his eyes and cock his eyebrow at you. 
“That one’s mine.” 
“I know,” you said with a small smile. “Come here.” 
Jungkook frowned, but you beckoned him fervently. Once he stood before you, you gestured for him to turn away from you and lean back a bit.
“Why?” he protested and obliged anyway. 
Rather than answer his question, you gently dug your fingers into his scalp, manipulating his beautiful hair as you massaged the shampoo into it. Jungkook let out a small gasp and attempted to turn, but you held his head firmly in solace. 
“Relax, baby.” You spoke softly. “Let me take care of you.” 
“You don’t have to. I’m too tall…” Jungkook mumbled, but you only hushed him. 
You dug your nails into his scalp just enough to make his skin tingle, dragging your fingers through his hair. You focused on applying more massaging pressure near his temples and the back of his head. Jungkook carried his stress there, often getting piercing headaches that hung around for days. Once you felt you’d worked shampoo through every strand, you instructed your boyfriend to rinse it out. 
He was so beautiful with water slipping down his chest and soft tummy, following wet paths to his hips and tumbling past his thighs. He was a bit paler than usual, but that was expected when he worked tirelessly on a new book, spending little time outside. But your favorite part of him to look at was his face. You loved the little dented scar on his check and the tiny freckles delicately placed around his face. You loved his bambi eyes that now stared at you in confusion, his perfect pink lips parted in an open-mouth pout. 
“Why are you looking at me like that?” His cheeks flushed pink and you weren’t sure if it was due to the hot water or embarrassment. 
Probably a mix of both. 
“You’re beautiful, that’s why,” you said with a shrug of your shoulders and your eyes crinkled in a smile. “Conditioner now.” 
Jungkook’s eyes found the floor again, and he reluctantly turned again. “You don’t have to lie.” 
You didn’t mean to grip his hair so hard he let out a small whimper, but his comment made your stomach twist. “I’m not lying. Why would I be lying?” 
A shrug. A small huff of annoyance. 
“I’m different now.” 
You tugged on his hair again. Softer this time, but enough to get his attention. “We’re meant to change. That’s what being human is all about. What does staying the same do for us?” 
He twisted around to dip his head into the stream of water, hands running through his hair. While he was preoccupied, you reached for your washcloth and bodywash. 
“You know I love you always, right? I don’t care what you look like.” You rubbed soap suds across Jungkook’s shoulders. “But I do love the way you look. I love your strong shoulders that hold me up at concerts when I can’t see.” A trail of soap suds weaved along his torso. “I love cuddling up with your chest when we sleep. And I love giving your tummy kisses.” You looped back up to wash his hips and sides. “I love your entire body for keeping you safe, for keeping you healthy. For keeping you alive so I can love you with my whole body and soul. 
Jungkook leaned into every one of your touches, his body soft and pliable beneath you. It wasn’t possible for you to tell that he was crying; he managed to keep a straight face and the water washed away his tears. The only indication was the way his shoulder shuddered when he pulled you into a hug. Your bodies pressed flush against each other, your skin slippery from the remaining soap on his skin. You looped your arms around each other’s waists and you let Jungkook smother his face into your neck while he shook in your arms. 
“It’s so hard.” His words were muffled against your skin. 
“I wish you could see yourself the way I do, baby.” You rubbed circles into his lower back and pressed your fingers to massage his muscles. “You’re incredible. Forget looks for a second, okay? You are so intelligent, and creative, and different in the best way. And you’re kind and thoughtful. The sweetest soul.” 
Jungkook’s grip on you tightened and his shaking subsided. 
“You bring all that out of me,” he said softly, pulling away to face you eye to eye for the first time that morning. 
“So listen to me.” You pressed a gentle kiss to his chest. “Believe me.” 
Jungkook nodded with a hint of a smile dancing across his face. It would take time; you both knew that. You both also knew that you had each other, no matter the changes or time passed. 
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chateautae · a month ago
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maybe i do: “one week without sex”
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➵ summary: when a small, petty argument spirals out of control, you and your husband settle on one solution to the problem; betting who can last the longest without sex. it won’t be easy, but you and taehyung are equally determined to win, and you’ll both stop at nothing to secure your victories—even if it means playing dirty. 
↳ part of the maybe i do series!
this drabble can be read as a stand alone, but it is highly recommended to read the series!
➵ pairing: ceo!taehyung x wife!reader
➵ genre: arranged marriage!au, established relationship!au, smut, minor angst, fluff
➵ rating: 18+
➵ word count: 20k
➵ warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption (both parties are able to consent), constant sexual teasing, high-class gang cameo!!, getting caught in the act 👀, explicit sexual content, dirty talk, D/s relationship, dom!tae, sub!reader, big dicc!tae, heavy making out, breast fondling, choking, finger sucking, male and female masturbation, sexting/phone sex, use of a sex toy (vibrator), exhibitionism + voyeurism (with each other), drunk sex, rough, needy sex, riding, hitting it from the back, impregnation kink, creampie <3
➵ a/n: and here it is!! again please excuse the ridiculous word count, i’m attempting to work through writing a sequel for the maybe i do series, so these “drabbles” are just me experimenting with the content! i’ll provide more details when I can heheh <33 thank you endlessly to my wife @amourtae​ for beta-ing!!! i hope you enjoy and your feedback is always appreciated!
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“You’re gonna be late, honey, be quick.” 
“Who cares? I am not leaving you.” 
Taehyung’s hips bang against yours as he delivers precise, quick thrusts. The slapping sound of skin resounds erotically inside his office, even more so your laboured, hot breaths. 
“You need… to go faster, baby.” You manage to pant, fingers weaving through his thick, fluffy locks, rutting your perky breasts against his dress shirt. Taehyung’s desparate digits dig into your thighs as he plunges his cock inside you, each time burrowing further into your velvety, pulsing sex.
Deep, satisfied grunts leave Taehyung’s mouth just by yours, obsessed with your little breaths. He dips down and kisses you, long and deep. Your ass practically bounces backwards across his office desk when he accelerates the speed of his thrusts, propelling into your pussy as he devours your mouth. 
“Tae... the meeting...” 
“I’m trying to make a baby with my wife,” Taehyung ruggedly breathes, lips hot on yours. “A meeting can wait.” 
“You’re already-ngh, fifteen minutes late, ba-by.” You warn him, clutching around his neck for dear life as his cock slams inside you, ceaselessly throbbing. 
How you ended up in this erotic situation? You didn’t expect what Taehyung labelled a quickie to morph into a scene straight out of porn—your outfit for today apparently tempted your husband beyond his control. 
His salacious eyes told you a carnal tale once you visited him for a minor report check, and now your boobs lasciviously jostle against him, spilling out of your top he stripped open, your panties carelessly flung across his chair. 
Taehyung spent his precious, limited window of time before his meeting happily licking and sucking your nipples, dirty-talking you about the hot milf you’ll become once you’re carrying your child; and now his thick length is lodged inside you, fucking into your stomach. 
“Tae...” you sigh, nails scratching down the back of his strong neck. His pillowy lips envelope your neck, leaving addicting kisses down your throat—your pussy violently pulses. 
“Fuck, you make me so hard.” He growls against your heated skin, his hands spreading your thighs to clutch them tighter, something feral possessing him. He leans back to his full height, prying you wide open to suddenly hammer into your tight cunt.
High-pitched moans ceaselessly tumble out of you, soon met by Taehyung’s animalistic groans, praising you and your goddess-like pussy. “Shit, Princess, I swear I’m addicted to you.” He breathes, licking the bite marks he leaves along your pulse point. “Fucking best pussy in the world.” 
Your hand haphazardly reaches behind you, crumpling some of his paperwork as your sex devours his mighty thrusts, bracing for impact. Your lewd noises are endless, watching the way his dick disappears inside you, soon met by Taehyung’s fiery kiss. 
You reciprocate it, moving your mouth in sync with his until you scrounge up a semblance of common sense. “Baby... your meeting...ah!” 
“Fuck them, fuck the meeting.” Taehyung tosses aside all care to plough into your dripping sex. Your pussy juices incessantly flow out of you, fucked to your absolute limit as he feeds your impending orgasm. 
His lips are hot and heavy, only disconnecting to lean against your forehead, his breaths utterly delirious. “Come for me, Y/N.” He pants, pushing your legs back to plunge himself deeper. “Wanna hear my pretty wife come.” He grunts, burrowing his thick, spasming flesh so deep inside you, he caresses your cervix—you instantly cry out. 
“Fuck, Tae!” 
“C’mon, Princess,” Taehyung encourages by your lips. “Soak my dick, baby; let me feel it.” 
He only drives you towards the edge faster, crashing his lips against yours for a heated makeout session. You feel a tight knot bundling inside the bottom of your stomach, begging for release. 
“Fuck me, oh my god!”
“Fuck, fuck!” He curses loudly, biting your bottom lip as he’s forced to slow down. “I’m gonna fucking explode, I can’t last.” 
“Me neither.” You whimper like a pathetic whore, sighing with paradisiacal relief—he just hit every spot inside you. 
Relishing in your spongy walls, Taehyung renews his rhymically fast pace that harmonizes your pornographic moans, growing louder, and louder, and louder as your orgasm unravels—
“Mr. Ki–oh dear God!” 
Taehyung comes to an abrupt stop that sucks the soul out of you, his eyes widening in horror. You glance back to share his line of sight—your jaw simultaneously drops to the center of the Earth.
“Oh my fuck—Mrs. Lee!!” You screech, finding her shielding her eyes as she hides behind Taehyung’s office door. Irreversible embarrassment colours your system, Taehyung protectively concealing your naked front against his chest. 
“Mrs. Lee, shit, why didn’t you call me?” He harshly questions.
“I-I tried to Mr. Kim, but you didn’t pick up.” The secretary nervously responds. “The board members are becoming impatient, sir, they instructed me to come find you.” 
Taehyung lets out the most irritated sigh in his life. He reluctantly draws out of your sex once he glimpses at the door, ensuring Mrs. Lee was out of sight. Locating your blazer, he hands it to you, sympathy riddling his features once he sees the shame on your face, helping you shield your exposed boobs. 
“Can’t you at least knock? Didn’t that goddamn occur to you?” Taehyung reprimands her, his tone laced with frustration as you remain mortified, near tears because of the embarrassment. 
“I tried, Mr. Kim, though I don’t—” she hesitates behind the door. “I don’t believe you heard me.” 
Grinding his teeth, Taehyung works himself back into his boxers, tugging up his pants to re-clasp his belt. “Jesus Christ, Mrs. Lee, tell the members I’ll be there in five. And don’t ever breathe a word of this to anyone—you didn’t see anything.” He rigidly demands, soon listening to his secretary’s incessant apologies. 
“I sincerely apologize, Mr. Kim. I’ll let them know immediately and I won’t tell a soul.” The poor lady sounds as though she’s on the verge of sobbing, shutting the door quickly before she vanishes. 
Taehyung huffs out angrily, shrugging his coat back on. His soft hand cradles your face, incredibly attentive. “Are you alright, Princess?” 
“God, Taehyung, that was so embarrassing!” You screech, shoving your blazer against your naked front before hopping off his desk. “You really couldn’t fucking wait until your meeting was over?” 
Taehyung’s eyebrows draw together in confusion, a playful smile tugging his lips. “Princess, it’s alright. It’s actually kind of funny that she caught us.” 
Disgusted, you narrow your eyes at him. “Fuck off, Tae, this isn’t funny! That was utterly embarrassing.”
“Baby, this is going to be something we’ll laugh about together, don’t worry.” Taehyung attempts to lighten your mood, chuckling as he fixes his tie.
You’re filled with crippling humiliation, however, storming away from him. You’re unable to share his light-heartedness—you told Taehyung he was going to be late for his meeting, and yet he didn’t listen to you. “Don’t tell me not to worry, asshole, I told you you were late for this meeting and you just didn’t listen.” You begin searching for your panties he’d slung somewhere, utterly annoyed.  “Now I’ve just been completely humiliated. I don’t think I can look Mrs. Lee in the eye again!” 
Sighing, Taehyung perches his hands on his hips. “Baby, it’s fine. It was just Mrs. Lee—I’m sure she hears us all the time whenever we have sex in my office.” He waves off. “I’m just glad it wasn’t a man; I would’ve had to kill him, otherwise.” 
Mortified, you snap an irritated look at him, tightly clutching your bare chest. “That is not the same as her finding you balls deep inside me, it doesn’t matter who found us. Why couldn’t you just listen to me when I said we could have sex after your meeting? We could’ve entirely avoided that.” 
Taehyung softens at your anger, gesturing for you to be at ease. “Princess, people have sex all the time, and people walk in on people having sex all the time. It’s normal, you’ll be fine.” 
Fed up with him, you exhale a scoff. Locating your panties on his chair, you shimmy them on. “God, you’re so irritating sometimes. I don’t want anyone walking in on us having sex, Taehyung. I don’t want anybody fucking seeing that, especially me.” 
Rubbing his temple, Taehyung notices the frailty of your vulnerable tone paired with your glistening eyes, searching for a solution. He lets out a long, deep sigh, watching you tug your bra back over your breasts. “Baby, I’m sure Mrs. Lee knows what sex is and how much of it we have—pretty much everyone does. Not to mention everyone also knows we’re trying to get pregnant, and it’s normal for conceiving couples to constantly have sex, what’s your deal?”
You can’t believe his audacity right now, shaking your head. He doesn’t understand that you feel uncomfortable being seen like that, irrevocable shame spreading across your entire system—you tightly clutch your body to hide it. “You just can’t go a goddamn day without getting your dick wet, isn’t that it? You really couldn’t wait the half an hour your meeting would’ve taken before you blew your load inside me? Was it really that difficult?” 
Taehyung’s face immediately twists with disgust. “What the fuck? Don’t make it sound like that;  I just wanted to make love to my gorgeous wife so we can start a family, why are you getting mad at me?” 
“Because you really can’t fucking keep it in your pants!” You blow up, tugging your dress pants back up your legs, soon buttoning your blouse. “And now I’m left with an uncomfortable, mortifying memory because of you!” 
“What? You literally went along with it, you can’t keep it in your pants, either!” Taehyung argues back, accusingly pointing a finger. 
“God, you know what? I bet you can’t even go a day without us having sex.” You challenge him, your husband scoffing behind his desk.
“You’re talking to me as if I don’t know self-control?” He barks. “You’re horny all the time! I bet you can’t go two days without my dick.” 
Agitated by his boyish attitude, you childishly counter him. “Oh yeah? I bet you can’t go three days without my pussy!” 
“I bet you can’t go four days!”
“Five days!” 
“Six days!” 
“Ugh!” You frustratingly grunt, tucking your blazer over your arm. 
You shove your husband aside to retrieve the work you originally came with. Your eyes bore into his, ploughing your finger into his broad chest. “A week, I bet you can’t go an entire week without sex, you sex beast!” 
“Oh yeah? Let’s see how long you last before you’re craving our sex again—you wouldn’t last three days with your libido, woman!” Taehyung dramatically gesticulates, clearly as wound up as you. 
 “Says my idiot husband who comes in me at least twice a day, your libido won’t last either!” You challenge him before vexedly stomping away, grabbing his office door’s handle.
“Are you challenging me, Mrs. Kim?” Taehyung leans his delectable hands on the surface of his desk, narrowing his eyes from across the room. If you weren’t so used to your husband’s fierce, sexy eyes, you would’ve folded right then. “Because I assure you, I haven’t lost a day in my life, and I don’t plan on starting now.” 
Scoffing at his use of his CEO voice, you strengthen your own. “Wrong, you’re getting taken down, Mr. Kim, and it’ll be by your dear wife.” You condescendingly smile. 
He huffs, folding his arms over his chest as you pry open his door, calling out to you. “Then my dear wife doesn’t know what she’s getting herself into, she’s going to lose!” 
Not giving a fuck anymore, you power-walk out of his office. “You’re late for your meeting, Kim!” You holler, sending him a gracious middle finger before pointedly slamming the door shut. 
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“Yes, I need you to authorize the transaction, Jimin.” Taehyung fixes his Gucci glasses on his face, scribbling away on his Surface. “He’s an important associate of mine, he came all the way from Hong Kong. I want him in a nice room for the weekend.” 
Later that evening, you attempt to drown out Taehyung’s business talk. You were currently occupying your swing on your backyard’s porch, indulging in some light reading to at least keep your distance from your infuriating husband. 
But alas, you live in the same house as him, so ignoring him was a lost cause.
You’re seriously unsure why Taehyung decided to conduct his business after hours downstairs, even that, in the entertainment area. His constant chatter was distracting you from reading, having already sent him death glares from outside on multiple occasions, only for him to shoot a mocking look back. 
He usually used the library or his study for work, though it seems he didn’t intend to exactly work, either. He’s dressed in his home clothes; a loose white, Celine t-shirt with baggy, black shorts. He only ever used his glasses whenever he was diligently reading—perhaps he originally intended on scrolling through some news on his Surface.
“Huh? I don’t know, I’m a little stressed, I guess.” He suddenly replies; Jimin being the sweetheart he is most likely asked him how he’s doing. 
“Yeah, he’s a fucking tycoon in Hong Kong, I’m seriously hoping he takes up my proposal.” Taehyung complains. “It’s stressing me out; I need to be able to distribute in Hong Kong and I’ve heard he’s not big on involving himself with the Korean market.” 
Taehyung continues humming in acknowledgement or nodding, before his eyes suddenly shift in your direction. You scramble once he catches you watching him—his face suddenly scrunches into one of scrutiny. “I don’t know, Jimin, usually my wonderful wife helps me out with my stress, but she’s being an annoying brat right now.” 
Scoffing, you shake your head with disbelief, staring daggers at him through the ajar doors. 
“Fighting? Pft, no way. We totally aren’t fighting, not when she uselessly yells at me in my own office when I did nothing wrong.”
Done with his crap, you slam your book shut, stomping inside the house. “You liar! You fucking deserved it, Kim!” 
“I didn’t deserve shit!” Taehyung barks back, not even minding that he’s on call. “How’d you feel after that denied orgasm today, huh? Sure you’re not going to rub one out without me right now?” 
Exclaiming with disbelief, you threaten to throw your book at him. “You-! Have fun coming into some fucking tissues instead of my cunt, asshole!” 
That’s the last thing you get out before thrashing your feet up the stairs, listening to Taehyung yell a ‘whatever!’ as you whack your bedroom door shut.
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The next morning, you groggily awake in bed, despising the AM. You were glad you’d fallen asleep before Taehyung crawled into bed last night; he must’ve stayed up late. Craning your neck over your shoulder, you find him fast asleep next to you. 
He’s laying on his side; his left hand tucked underneath his bread-like cheek, his right loosely cradling your bare waist. It seems he got hot during the night—the blanket was completely kicked off his feet. 
Remembering that you’re pissed at him, you remove his arm—it didn’t matter how cute he looked when he slept, or that he cuddled you to fall asleep, or that he was right; your denied orgasm yesterday left the sight of his bare body igniting heat between your legs. 
Clearing your throat, you make your way towards your bathroom to start your day, forcing yourself to ignore the invasive memory of sucking Taehyung off in the shower two days ago.
Finishing up, you carelessly waltz out to find your sleepy husband half-awake in bed, scrolling through his phone. Your gazes meet when he glances up—you dab your damp face with a towel. 
“You’re up early.” He flatly notes, returning to his phone.
“I fell asleep early last night, genius.” 
He sighs upon hearing your attitude, raking a hand through his beautiful head of hair. “Are you coming to work with me today? Or should I call Mr. Kang to drive you?” 
Lightly scoffing, you toss your towel in your hamper. “I can drive myself. It’s the 21st century, Taehyung.” 
He decides it’s too early for your snarky comebacks, waving you off. “Yeah, yeah.” He casts the duvet off himself, rubbing his sleep-laden eyes. 
You haughtily step towards your walk-in closet, determined to ignore his presence for the rest of the day, before Taehyung suddenly stops by the bathroom. He scratches the back of his neck, awkwardly shuffling his feet—he seems to be contemplating something. “Um… Princess, listen.” 
He’s still willingly calling you princess? He usually doesn’t when he’s pissed at you. That puts a small smile on your face, schooling it when you tip your chin in his direction. “What?” 
“I did some thinking about… yesterday.” He begins with a wince, choosing his words carefully. “I realized I was insensitive to laugh about what happened, or suggest that you should laugh too. I should've acknowledged that you felt uncomfortable being seen intimately or naked like that, regardless of who saw us.” He admits. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to undermine your feelings.” 
Surprised by his apology, you stare at him wide-eyed, speechless. Taehyung merely stands with puffed cheeks, incredibly displaced. He awkwardly blows out air once he discerns you won’t say anything. “Right, I’m gonna wash up.” 
He begins stepping towards the bathroom until you stop him. “Taehyung, wait.” 
He swivels around, his sweet, coffee brown eyes meeting yours. 
“Th-thank you.” You swallow, awkward about this too. Taehyung has always been an aware, accountable man able to read between the lines, a trait of his you thanked the heavens for. He never apologizes in the midst of a fight, however. He always adored proving you wrong, currently leaving your jaw figuratively attached to the floor.
“No problem.” He nods, before disappearing into your shared bathroom. 
You’re left extremely conflicted. On one hand, maybe you should end whatever childish war you both started; he’s already acknowledged his mistake and was genine about it. One the other, you’re curious as to how Taehyung would fare without your sex; would he be able to last like he says? 
Curious, you decide on ruffling his feathers today, nibbling on a mischievous smile. You spin around to skip towards your walk-in closet, only cunningness in mind. 
Your fingers coquettishly graze the ‘scandalous’ section of your wardrobe. 
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You knock against Taehyung’s office door before propping it open, peeking inside. Taehyung hasn’t noticed your presence yet, too absorbed in his work. You find him standing as he diligently reads papers, grazing his perfect, slender fingers across the sheets. He appears strikingly handsome, thin glasses adorning his face, his rolled up dress shirt sleeves deliciously showcasing his biceps. 
“If you’re someone that isn’t my wife, please leave and speak to my secretary.” His caramel-smooth, though commanding voice sparks something inside you, swallowing it away. A smirk soon forms on your face, shutting the door. 
“Thankfully it is your wife, Mr. Kim.” 
He lifts his gaze to acknowledge you, though upon doing so, his eyes widen in shock. He observes you in your entirety, blinking multiple times before he finds your line of sight—his irises harden with seriousness. “What are you wearing?” 
Tipping your chin, you fold your arms over your breasts, shifting your weight onto one leg. “What do you mean?” 
Your condescending tone causes Taehyung’s eyes to narrow, scrutinizing you. “I asked; what the fuck are you wearing?” 
Scoffing at his tone, you tilt your head, attitude laced in your comeback. “Maybe you should ask me nicely, Mr. Kim.” 
Taehyung swallows, watching his Adam’s apple bob before he wets his lips. He lifts one of his gorgeous hands to fix his glasses, clearing his throat. “I’m sorry. What are you wearing, Jagiya?” He voices much more politely, and you send him an accomplished smile. 
“I’m just wearing one of my regular office outfits.” 
“But why are you wearing one entirely in ruby red?” He challenges, watching his eyes intending to be reprimanding, but they have the slightest hint of lust. He’s not going to survive this one, at all. 
“What’s the matter with me wearing an all-red outfit?” You mount a hand on your hip, keeping his eyes hostage.
Your husband scoffs. His digits clutch his mouth, tracing the outline of his luscious lips until he cradles his masculine, impeccably-carved chin. “You know what the matter is.” 
Feeling playful, you decide to push his buttons. Your walk is alluring as you make your way towards Taehyung’s desk, your each step slow, purposeful. You challenge his fierce eyes with your tempting ones, inviting him into your trap. Reaching his desk, you confidently strut in front of him, allowing him to catch a view of your shapely curves in your form-fitting outfit. 
All you were really wearing was a tight pencil skirt with a short peplum top. The neckline only cut low enough that the cleavage was tasteful. What had to be ruining Taehyung was the colour; he adores red on you, and can never keep his hands to himself whenever you wear it—not to mention when you pair it with a skirt so tight your ass looks biteable, and ruby-coloured lips to match.
You lean a hand on his desk as you peer up at him; you swear it was like you were facing the devil. 
“Actually, I don’t know, Mr. Kim.” You play dumb, your innocent eyes and sweet tone causing Taehyung to flex his jaw, but he remains stoic, arms folded with a schooled face. 
Taehyung tongues the inside of his cheek, examining you up and down. “Are those the red diamond earrings I gave you in Rome?” 
Tilting your head, you step closer to him. “Yes.” 
“You do know red diamonds cost a million dollars per carat, right?” Taehyung reminds you—you take another step closer.
“Yes.” 
“And the earrings I gave you have 6 carats worth of red diamonds?” 
“Yes.” 
“So you’re wearing my $6 million earrings to work?” He cocks a brow, scrutinizing you. “Why in god’s name are you wearing them?” 
Nibbling your velvety, red lip, you nonchalantly shrug, adopting his sense of unbotheredness. “No reason.” 
Taehyung merely sighs; he knows you’re doing this to fuck with him. He stalks towards his office chair and plops down, tucking both his hands behind his head as he kicks his feet up on his desk, eyeing you with his sexy, dark eyes. “Well, is our business done here?” He condescendingly questions. “Or do you need to stand there and prove your point longer?” 
Shocked by his audacity, you laugh through your scoff. You swat his feet off the desk, his legs collapsing to the floor as you promiscuously seat yourself where they were. You lean your hands back, crossing your legs to seductively present yourself—your husband angrily glares at you. 
“Actually, our business isn’t done.” You snark. “I still need to prove you’re a sex-hungry beast, which shouldn’t take more than…” You purposefully peek at the watch on your wrist. “What? 3 minutes? Before you need to get your dick wet?” 
Taehyung dips his head with a sigh, leaning his elbows on his manspread knees. “Are you really still on about that?” 
“Yes, I am.” You bite back. “Especially after you decided to wage a war you knew you’d never win, and accuse me of being the loser.” 
Taehyung shakes his head, bitterly chuckling. “You’re really fucking funny if you think I’m the one who started this; it was literally you, babe.” 
“Awh, can Taehyungie not step up to the challenege?” You overly pout. “Is he afraid of being a sore loser?” 
Taehyung massages his temple, puffing air through his lips. “My god, this woman of mine is impossible.” 
Without warning, you suddenly advance towards him, hands shackling onto the armrests of his chair. He lets out a soft exhale when you bring your lips just before his, piercing his eyes with a carnal look of lust. “And you’re incredibly sexy, Mr. Kim.” 
Taehyung shifts his hips in his seat, the column of his throat bobbing as he stares you down, but his eyes reveal his failing composure. “This has to be against the rules.” 
Your hands slide over Taehyung’s delicious thighs, slowly stroking him. His lap twitches in response, subduing the sound he almost lets out. 
“What rules?” You coo. 
Taehyung squeezes his eyes shut when you move an inch towards his crotch, laughing through his struggle. “This is unfair, baby. You’re evil.” 
“Me? Evil? Never.” You purr with a saccharine sweet tone, letting your hands skim closer to his cock. Taehyung exhales harshly as he challenges you with his eyes, flaring with anger. But, you only draw closer, enough that your lips are separated by a mere hair’s length. “I’m just making sure you know who's going to win, loverboy.” 
You quickly peck his lips, trailing a finger along the side of his jaw, your voice seductive as ever. “And by the way, I’m wearing your favourite red set underneath.” 
Taehyung nearly chokes as you draw away from him, swaying your hips as you take your leave. Your husband storms behind his desk, hearing him rapidly rise from his chair with his comedic accusations. “You’re evil, you’re evil I tell you!” 
Maniacally giggling, you continue your walk out, listening to your husband throw a fit. “How can you wear those lace garters knowing I can’t rip them off? You witch!” 
You hide your innocent chuckle behind your hand, daring to turn and provide him with a small tease of what you’re wearing underneath. Once the said lace garters meet your husband’s gaze, his jaw drops—he’s even livelier than before.
“Wait until you’re home, Kim Y/N!” He valiantly shouts. “You’re not going to win!” 
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“Ah fuck,” you curse, nearly knocking into the wall. You lazily remove your shoes in the foyer, your system a bit wonky after some drinks with your co-workers tonight. You toss the contraptions aside, wearily checking your bag for your phone. 
“Honey, I’m home!!” You call out, not certain when Taehyung arrived home. You’d decided to indulge in a night out to avoid coming home to him today; you knew you’d ruffled his feathers a little too much, and you were unsure how your husband would retaliate. 
Hearing silence, you groan, contemplating that he’s either not home, or most likely asleep. You welcome that possibility, tuckered out yourself. Sluggishly stalking up the stairs, you paddle towards your bedroom door with a yawn, seriously awaiting some well-needed shut-eye. 
Your senses are currently haywire, so you’re unable to hear or see much, which makes the next minutes of your life completely unforeseen. When you mindlessly open the door of your bedroom, your jaw drops to the center of the Earth, eyes nearly falling out of their sockets. 
You find your husband openly masturbating in bed. 
Now that you focus, the sound of slapping skin and laboured groans should’ve clued you into his salacious activities, but you’re clearly too dense. “Taehyung, what the fuck?” 
Your voice causes Taehyung to open his eyes, landing on you as he breathes unevenly. Sweat glistened upon his honey-coloured skin, his pillowy lips hung open, chest rapidly inflating and deflating. 
What surprises you the most is Taehyung doesn’t even appear the slightest bit embarrassed, no, your husband has the smuggest smirk plastered on his handsome face. He doesn’t stop his movements, either, rather slowly strokes his cock, almost as though he were teasing you, inviting you to join his raunchy shenanigans. 
And fuck, did the alcohol in your system kill your defence mechanisms, pussy pulsing at the sight of his throbbing, hard, thick flesh in his palm. 
“Welcome home, babe.” Your scheming husband smiles, continuing to beat his goddamn meat, completely unbothered by your presence—you feel like a fuse short-circuiting. “K-Kim Taehyung, I asked you a question!” 
“What am I doing?” He condescendly repeats. “I’m doing what you should be doing.”
You huff when Taehyung dares letting out a deep, mellow groan, fucking into his fist faster, his stomach muscles contracting as he no doubt reaches his high. You wish you could tear your eyes away, but the sight of his cock makes your mouth water, your lady bits tingling. 
How much you want to run over and spear yourself on his dick. 
Snapping out of your trance, you stand your ground. “Taehyung, my loving, kind, dear husband, may you please put your cock away?” 
“Why?” 
Infuriated, you grind your teeth. “Because… Because this is unfair! You can’t just have your dick out like this!” 
“Why not? You’re the same person who literally wore the sexiest outfit possible to work and made me want to rail you over my desk.” 
Smacking your hand to your forehead, you attempt to calm down, searching for a solution—funny how he still hasn’t stopped masturbating, weakening your guard. “Taehyung, this is cruel. You can’t be touching yourself in front of me, there has to be rules in this war. Every war has rules!” 
“Says the woman who literally flashed me her underwear and said ‘what rules?’.” Taehyung retorts, returning to his regular program. He suddenly squeezes the head of his meat that elicits a deep, masculine moan from him; the sound literally hardens your nipples, dampening your panties. 
“Ugh! You’re the worst, the worst!” You shout, throwing your hands up in the air. 
Taehyung dips his head back with a laugh, sending you the most shit-eating grin in the world. “All you have to do to end your suffering is come here and sit on this dick, baby. That’s all it takes.” 
His words stir something hot inside you, biting down on your teeth to subdue your horniness—you’re quite literally seconds away from throwing away your pride and straddling him. But, you then realize it’s what he wants; your husband is incredibly clever at gaining his way, and you won’t let him win. 
Never. 
“Fuck you, if you wanna play dirty, then that’s how we’re playing.” You point a scolding finger at him, met by your husband’s amused expression, tonguing the inside of his cheek. 
“We already play pretty dirty, babe.” 
Wanting to throttle the irritatingly gorgeous man, you huff out with annoyance and flash him a middle finger before disappearing into your bathroom, slamming the door shut. 
“You better not have your cock out by the time I’m out of here, asshole!” 
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You watch Taehyung get ready for the day with your arms folded over your naked breasts, legs kicked up on the bed with an irked expression. You’d washed up for the morning, but after Taehyung’s little stunt last night, you’re too pissed at him to continue your day, watching the infuriating man hum along to a useless tune as he knots his tie in the mirror. 
He steals a glance at you through his reflection; you avert your eyes, incessantly wiggling your foot. 
“Are you not coming to work, Jagiya?” He asks with a purposefully sweet tone.
Smacking your lips, you remove the clip from your hair, letting your strands loose and comfortably reclining in bed. “No.” 
Humming in acknowledgement, Taehyung completes his tie. He tosses on his Louis Vuitton suit jacket next, adjusting the buttons of his sleeves. “Any particular reason for your absence, Mrs. Kim?” 
You pop an eye open, shooting him a scrutinizing look. “My company‘s asshole CEO.” 
Taehyung tongues the inside of his cheek, amusedly smirking. He reaches out for his laptop case, glimpsing at himself one last time in the mirror before he approaches you. 
“Well, your asshole CEO’s off, then.” He jests, landing a warm palm on your shoulder to kiss your cheek. The domestic gesture makes your heart flutter, attempting to remain unphased when his soft lips press against your skin. “Eat a good breakfast and lunch before I’m home, pretty girl.” He reminds you as he smooths your hair. 
When he pulls away to leave, your hand grapples onto his wrist, stopping him. “Wait.” 
He faces you, eyebrows raised in anticipation. You purse your lips together and shuffle over to him, tugging him closer to you. You spring up onto your knees, now levelled with his chest—your hands curl around his tie. 
You silently fix the loose knotting, tidying it up. He observes you with a schooled face, unevenly swallowing. Your smaller hands smooth over his impeccable suit once you’re finished, sliding towards his biceps to hold them. 
You lift your eyes to meet Taehyung’s coffee brown irises, observing him. Taehyung peers back at you, caught in a silent, magnetic gaze with one another. You flit towards his wide, pillowy lips, tempted by their perfect shape, and you lean forward to softly kiss him. 
Taehyung’s eyebrows climb at the gesture, confused when you pull away. You cock a brow in response, tone haughty. “What? I can’t kiss my husband before he goes to work?” 
Suppressing a smile, Taehyung lightly scoffs, wrapping an arm around your naked torso and pressing his lips to yours. You feed into his kiss, an arm clinging to his neck as the other splays across his jaw. You kiss him harder, driven by Taehyung squishing your bare boobs against his tailored suit. 
He lightly groans when your tongue teases the seam on his mouth; he’s quick to open up. His tongue slips inside you, licking exploratively as you unabashedly make out with him, Taehyung’s movements growing hotter by the second. Your husband suddenly breaks away, a smirk plastered on his face. “Feels like we haven’t kissed in ages.” 
You laugh through your nose. “It’s only been two days, Taehyung.” 
“Two days too long.” 
Suddenly, Taehyung tosses aside his laptop case and cradles your figure in his arms, tackling you onto your bed. You yelp hitting the sheets, the sound muffled once Taehyung crashes his lips onto yours. 
He manuevers his mouth languidly but with a sense of roughness—desire. His long fingers slide into a hand of yours as the other curls around your neck, cupping your jaw between his thumb and index finger. He holds your face in place, kissing you hard and deep as he effortlessly takes control of your body—you’ve never felt anything more powerful. 
His hand around your throat slowly sinks past your collarbones, sliding down until your naked breast is within his palm. He squeezes you, slowly kneading the flesh as he simultaneously moves his body in the motion of thrusts—you whimper pathetically throughout the godly pleasure.
Taehyung lets out a deep, shaky groan when his hardening cock nudges your pussy folds, tightening the grasp around your breast. He pinches your nipple all of a sudden, moaning into his mouth. 
You’re seconds from biting his supple lower lip until you both hear a rhythmic buzzing. 
Taehyung pops off your mouth, cursing. “Fuck.” 
He fishes for his phone in the pocket of his dress pants, glimpsing at the caller—he accepts the call with an eye roll. 
“Hello? Yeah, I’m on my way.” He curtly informs, focusing on his conversation while you admire his slightly swollen, wide lips, and his stupidly handsome face. Even if you’re still pissed at him, it doesn’t make him any less stunning. 
“Oh, we got the report this morning? Then yes, I’ll be holding a meeting first thing in the morning. Mhm. Yup, right before the conference.” Taehyung continues for about a minute or so before he ends the call amicably, returning to you. 
“Alright, I have to go.” Taehyung proclaims with a sigh, tucking his phone away as he locates his laptop. Once he nabs it, he sends you a harsh look, lips scornfully pressed together. “And new rule: no kissing.” He tuts with a finger, crawling off your body and soon, your bed. “Only very quick pecks.” 
You bitterly scoff, rising from the mattress. “Not my fault you can’t control yourself, loverboy.” 
Taehyung playfully narrows his eyes at you as he fixes his suit. He approaches you to cradle your shoulder again, but instead kisses your forehead, long and affectionate. He draws away to gaze into your eyes, lifting your chin with a curl of his finger. “I’ll be going.” 
He pecks your plushy petals before stepping away, playfully tapping your underboob. “Wear a shirt of mine if you get cold.” 
You grumpily pout at him when he sends you a show-stopping grin—you can’t stand that he’s so perfect sometimes. You watch him disappear through the door, plopping down into your sheets with a frustrated huff. 
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“Ugh, look at him.” 
You kiss your teeth as you lay flat on your stomach, legs flailing in the air while watching on your laptop. It’s the live stream of Taehyung’s official announcement regarding his new subsidiary for learning centers. You’d completely forgotten that was today, though gladly your presence wasn’t needed for it. 
You dreamily sigh as you watch your husband confidently speak, pouting with your cheeks in your palms. Why did he have to be so good-looking? It’s a genuine question; you can imagine the amount of people currently fawning over him.
You, on the other hand, are semi-pissed. Not only did he have to look jaw-droppingly gorgeous, but being without his touch for two days now has left you squirming more than usual. Your makeout session didn’t help, either—you’d literally gushed buckets of cum by the time he left you laying on your bed. 
Frustrated, you groan grievously before smacking your laptop shut—if you ogle at him any longer, you’ll go insane. Anytime you see Taehyung being the ever-so composed, intimidating, professional CEO at work, your pussy never keeps quiet. 
Any time you watch him type away at his laptop or scribble across papers, your mind shifts towards those same hands shoving his digits inside you. Any time he licks, bites or touches his lips, all you consider is how he drags those same plushy petals along every part of your body, worshiping you. 
The worst is seeing his concentrated, gorgeous face—if only people knew how many times you’ve seen that same handsome face wedged between your legs, lapping at your cunt.
You slap your hands over your flustered face once your hormones begin settling between your legs. The constant ache within your sex is pulsing unavoidably, biting your lip to manage it. It didn’t help that you were still in bed, smelling his intoxicating scent in the sheets. 
You kick at them, feeling incredibly horny. His black Louis Vuitton shirt hugging your frame was exacerbating everything, constantly ruminating about how many times he’s fucked you in this shirt. 
Now you’re even worse off, bunching up the damn fabric in your hands to find some relief, to channel this throbbing within your pussy elsewhere, but it’s no use. You snake a hand down towards your core, pushing past the band of your underwear. When your fingers caress your sex, you instantly gasp. “Shit, I’m so wet.” 
The slick that oozes out of you is shocking; you swear you’ve never once leaked this much essence on your own. How is it possible that Taehyung makes you horny when he’s not even here? He’d have a field day knowing that, especially considering your little squabble at the moment. 
Recalling the very thing, your gears start shifting, contemplating a delicious revenge plot. His behaviour yesterday was utterly cruel, stroking his thick length right in front of you knowing you’re unable to do a thing. 
The second your fingers slightly move across your slick pussy folds, an idea pops into your head. 
Scrambling off your bed, you patter over towards the end of the hall, finding the most entertaining part of your home; your sex room. 
You giggle evilly, ready to place your plan into motion until you ram into a hurdle—Taehyung always locks the room. You curse, remembering that he proclaimed it’s to ensure you never venture in by yourself and either a) plan something sneaky behind his back, or b), use it to play with yourself. 
Funny how your husband knows you so well; you’re going to violate both rules. 
The universe shifts in your favour when you consider your options. You know Mrs. Choi and Seo own a copy of the key since they’re the ones who clean it; sometimes it amazes you how loyal the kind ladies are, they’ve never once judged a damn thing about your kinky sex life. 
You kiss your teeth once you consider they’re currently out, so it’s no use. You contemplate where Taehyung could possibly hide his copy of the key. Surely he’s smart enough to personally keep it on him, though has an extra in case one of the housekeepers loses theirs. Pacing the second floor, you constantly rummage through your mind attempting to figure out exactly where he could’ve stashed the copy. 
It’s only when your eyes land on your bedroom, do you finally have an ‘ah-hah’ moment. 
Your fingers clasp one of the brand new photos Taehyung framed in your bedroom; he’d enlarged your wedding photo to hang above your granite fireplace downstairs, replacing the frame he kept on his night table with a photo of you and him in New Zealand. 
You remember him explaining to you why he chose the distinct photo; he described your emotional New Zealand trip as a key moment he realized he’d love you for an eternity. At the time, the sentiment melted your heart considering the pressing situation then, desiring to have a closer look at the photo, but Taehyung had snatched the frame from your grasp, scolding you. 
He oddly claimed he didn’t want you to break the frame, and ordered you to never touch it. You’d simply let it go then, but something constantly nagged at you about his behaviour. 
Following your hunch, you grasp the frame to carefully open it. Once you lift the back, the smile that graces your face is utterly conniving—he hid the key behind your photo. 
It made perfect sense considering it’s out-of-the-box genius, just like your husband, but also someplace Taehyung could easily access, and one he’d also remember. 
Shuffling down the hall, you unlock the sex room to scour inside it. You faintly remembered the exact drawer Taehyung kept all the vibrators, letting your fingers brush over various sizes, shapes, and colours of the toys. 
Settling on a lilac wand, you snag it with eagerness, quickly shutting the drawer and door before returning to your bedroom. 
Leaping onto your bed, you snatch your phone off your night table, clicking on your conversation with Taehyung. You find his messages from two days ago, telling you to visit his office; if only he knew it would lead him to his downfall today.
[11:07 am]: taehyung 
Usually, Taehyung never took more than a few minutes to respond to you. Only if he’s urgently tending to something would he inform you he’s busy, though you know his conference ended 10 minutes ago; he’s most likely on his phone, anyway. 
You receive a read receipt a minute later, though Taehyung doesn’t text anything. You quirk a brow, tapping over your keyboard again. 
[11:09 am]: taehyung 
[11:09 am]: hello 
Again, the read receipts are there, though his messages remain non-existent. You grow annoyed, wondering if he’s possibly ignoring you—but even if he is, why would he leave the messages open to read? 
[11:10 am]: hello husband 
[11:10 am]:  husbiebun
[11:11 am]: most handsome man in the world
[11:11 am]: man that rocks my world 
[11:12 am]: man that owns my pussy
[11:14 am]: taehyung
[11:14 am]: baby
[11:14 am]: answer me 
[11:15 am]: i’m going to keep texting you until you respond to me 
[11:15 am]: Taehyung
[11:15 am]: Mr. Kim
[11:15 am]: tAEHYUNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
Husbiebun <3: JESUS CHRIST THIS WOMAN
Husbiebun <3: i was going to message you but had to speak to an executive, I’m back in my office now 
Husbiebun <3: what did you need?? 
Feeling slightly guilty, you shove it away, reclining against your headboard as you toy with your underwear—you feel extremely compelled to tear it off. 
[11:15 am]: i’m sorry, i just wanted to talk to you
Husbiebun <3: it’s okay, what did you want to talk about? 
Husbiebun <3: are you not feeling well? 
Annoyingly endeared by him, you hide your flustered face behind a facade of seriousness. 
[11:15 am]: i wanted to facetime, are you free right now? 
Husbiebun <3: facetime? sure, i’m not exactly free but i can keep you on while i work
Husbiebun <3: i’ll call you in two minutes, love 
Feeling giddy inside, you physically force yourself to school your face—how could he still make you feel butterflies in your stomach when you’re more than a year into your relationship? 
You’re still that whipped for him, huh? 
Suddenly, Taehyung’s contact name with the precious photo you took of him in front of the Eiffel Tower lights up your screen, swiping to accept. 
The call connects, revealing Taehyung in his Gucci glasses, sitting behind his desk as he twiddles with a pen. He waves at you with a kind smile—his gorgeous face brings you instant ease. 
“Hey, Princess.” 
“Hi, Taehyung.” 
He masterfully twirls the pen in his hand as he refocuses on the sheets before him. You can’t exactly see his work—his phone is propped on his desk, though you can tell by the hot furrow in his brow he’s working hard. 
How incredibly sexy. 
“How’s your day been?” He affectionately queries, busy studying lines. 
“Good, I’ve been chilling in our room with my drawing tablet.” 
You see him crack a fond smile. “Have you eaten?” 
“Yes, I have.”
“Good.” He praises, nibbling his luscious bottom lip. “What did you eat?” 
You tap your chin attempting to remember. “I had avocado toast and a mango-pineapple fruit bowl.” You recall, soon having an ‘ah-hah’ moment. “Oh, and Mrs. Choi made me eat grapefruit and oranges this morning; I wonder why.”
“Ah, that’s good.” Taehyung brightens up, swiping his slender fingers over his laptop’s mouse pad, then referring to his sheets. “I asked Mrs. Choi and Seo to start serving you more citrus fruits; vitamin-C is good for getting pregnant.” 
Your cheeks instantly flush, impressed by his innate care and initiative—he’s so charming. “Oh, I didn’t know.” 
“Mm,” the deep hum of his baritone voice is hypnotizing, nearly melting your insides. “Always eat your fruits, Princess; good girls eat their fruits.” 
You fall silent secretly doting on him—sometimes he turns you into a complete pile of mush. Your bashful smile never wipes off your face, unable to contain the fluttering of your heart. By the time Taehyung glimpses at you through the camera, he notices, fondly chuckling. “What did you want to talk about, pretty girl?” 
You shyly pout watching him write, toying with the end of your shirt. “Honestly? Nothing much, I just watched your conference and thought about how…” you trail, speaking through protruded lips. 
“Hmm?” He mellifluously hums. “What did you think about?” 
You twiddle your fingers, stealing glances at his breath-taking side-profile; his beauty was truly carved by the gods. “I thought that you looked really handsome.”
Taehyung’s lips contort with a faint smile, inscribing his impeccable signature on a sheet. “You wanted to call me to tell me I looked handsome?” 
“Well, that; and I also considered how many other people probably thought the same thing, and I wanted you away from ogling eyes.” You haughtily explain, crossing your arms. 
Taehyung warmly chuckles; you adore the smile that graces his lips. “You’re a certified cutie, you know that?” 
Sheepish, you giggle like a schoolgirl, hiding a stupid grin. Taehyung glimpses in your direction at the sound, flipping a page. “I see you decided to wear clothes.” 
Flashing a look at your shirt, you narrow your eyes. “Why? You don’t like when I’m naked?” 
“I love when you’re naked,” he replies. “I just know you get cold.” 
You nearly scoff—Taehyung is sincerely too perfect sometimes. How can he make you feel horny, giddy, and absolutely adored within a matter of mere minutes? All while he’s not even here? It’s as though your anger towards him was dissipating, pissing you off.
Reminded of your original revenge scheme, you lay flat on your stomach, slowly pressing your body into the satin sheets. Kicking your legs up, you carelessly swing them while resting your cheek in your palm, closely watching him through the camera. “What would you have done if I wasn’t wearing clothes…” You voice seductively, biting your lip as you contemplate your next word. “Daddy?” 
Taehyung instantly cocks a brow as he pauses. “What did you just say?” 
“I just asked what my punishment would be for not wearing clothes right now, daddy.” 
Taehyung slowly smacks his lips, lightly laughing before he returns to his work. “I wouldn’t have done anything, honestly.” 
“Really?” You voice lilts with a question mark. “Nothing ruffles your feathers about me being home half-naked without you? What if a board member of yours sees you FaceTiming your wife with her boobs out?” 
Taehyung snorts, tapping his pen on his paper. “First of all, I only FaceTime or video call you in my office, and nobody comes in here without a scheduled appointment; except you.” He matter-of-factly states. “Second, it’s completely fine if your boobs are out at home; I see them all the time. As long as you’re comfortable, I’m good.” 
You ironically pout hearing his answer, heart sinking in your chest. “So you don’t get turned on seeing my boobs anymore?” 
Taehyung’s eyes instantly widen, panicking as he turns towards the screen. “No, no, Princess. I love your boobs, I just know you like being braless at home so they’re normal to me, and I wouldn’t punish you for it.” 
Hmphing, you puff your cheeks. “Well in that case…” Your hands grip the hem of your shirt, stripping it off. Taehyung steals a glimpse at you, completely normal as he views your braless frame—it’s when you hook onto your panties does he say something. 
“Princess, what are you doing?” 
“What? You don’t mind if I’m naked at home, don’t you?” 
He visibly swallows, clearing his throat. “Aren’t Mrs. Choi and Seo home?” 
“They’re grocery-shopping, and they’re women, anyway.” 
Taehyung slowly wets his lips, adjusting his glasses on his face. “Be my guest, then.” 
Smiling proudly, you slowly, seductively strip off your underwear, entertained by Taehyung glancing towards his screen—he’s attempting to act unbothered, but his bobbing Adam’s Apple gives him away. 
You sling your underwear elsewhere, watching Taehyung as he returns to work. Again, you feel yourself gush watching him in his element, driven by your now naked frame. Your hand curls around the purple wand you snatched earlier behind your phone, devising your set-up. 
“So… I guess my dommy husband has let up on his punishments then, huh?” 
Taehyung’s eyebrows furrow. “What makes you say that?” 
“Usually you would've punished me for being naked without you, Mr. Kim.” 
Taehyung tongues the inside of his cheek, diligently scanning his work. “As long as you’re not touching yourself, I’m okay with it.” He explains. “My wife can be naked in her own house.” 
Your lips curve similarly to the Cheshire Cat, mind brewing with deception. “And what if I was touching myself?” 
Taehyung freezes when he flips a page. “Huh?” 
“What if I was touching myself, Mr. Kim?” 
Cocking a brow at your audacity, Taehyung’s tone is authoritative. “Are we not currently in a war abstaining from sex? Think carefully about what you’re saying, Y/N.” 
His harsher timbre makes your body shudder with pleasure, fuelling your neediness. “Well, technically, this isn’t sex, it’s masturbating.” You correct him, finally revealing the vibrator. “And I think I’m gonna do it now.” 
Clicking on the toy, Taehyung’s eyes visibly widen, unable to fathom what he sees. “Y/N, where the fuck did you get that? How did you find my key?!” 
“I know my dear husband too well.” You snark, biting your lips as you press the vibrating toy to your collarbone—your nipples automatically harden. 
Taehyung’s eyes harden watching you, speaking seriously into his screen. “Y/N, you know touching yourself is against one of my rules, stop right the hell now.” 
“Awh, does Taehyungie think I’ll actually listen to him?” You chide, slipping the vibrator towards the top of your breast. You instantly hiss, carnal eyes meeting his angry ones. “Hilarious.” 
“You goddamn—“ Taehyung swipes a troubled hand over his face, huffing out. “Listen, baby, if this is about yesterday, I’m sorry, okay? Maybe I played too dirty, but I sincerely apologize. You can stop now, alright?” 
You scoff, ignoring him and letting your vibrator touch your nipple—you gasp, throwing your head back against the headboard. Taehyung kisses his teeth, his voice more urgent. “Princess, stop this instant—you know my rules about toys and touching yourself. I don’t tolerate it.” 
Neglecting his warning, you slide the vibrator lower, moaning as the buzzing sinks through your skin, stirring delicious arousal inside you. Taehyung kisses his teeth when he listens to your erotic sigh.
“Jagiya, listen to me; let’s put the vibrator away and talk, yeah?” Taehyung attempts to negotiate, his tone much sweeter. “Isn’t this whole argument of ours childish in the first place? We’re both grown adults trying to become parents; let’s handle this in a civilized manner, alright?” 
Sending him the most deadpan expression ever, you purposefully descend the vibrator towards your slit. Soon, the digits of your unoccupied hand slip through your folds, feeling your dripping cum. You lightly gasp, swishing around your essence with fascination. “I hope you know I’m very wet right now, Taehyung. All because I watched you be my sexy CEO husband—I can’t stop thinking about you.” 
You gently moan once you slide through your cunt towards your clit, lightly brushing the pulsing bud. Your husband scoffs on the other end when you shudder, exasperated. “Y/N, listen to me! I swear if you touch yourself right now, I’ll go insane, and your punishment will reflect that.” 
“Good, that’s exactly what I want.” 
And without further ado, you press the vibrstor to your throbbing clit, erupting a sensual sigh from you. Your body jerks alive, head leaning back into your pillow—Taehyung instantly shouts through your screen. 
“Y/N, you brat!” 
You listen to him constantly repeat that you’re a stubborn, disobedient bad girl, and the punishment he’ll deliver for your behaviour will destroy you, but you evilly laugh as a response, sweetening your tone. “I’ll be pausing my video now, by the way, so all you’ll be able to hear is my moans as I touch myself, but you can’t see or do anything about it, Mr. Kim.” 
You watch his eyes glower with anger, fed up with your audacity. “Kim Y/N, I swear if you—” And Taehyung disappears when you pause your video, finally able to unabashedly play with yourself. With neither of your housekeepers home as well, you lay back, indulging in rubbing the vibrating wand against your pussy. 
The moans you let out are pornographic, your skin set alight by the delicious buzzing. It prompts cum to ooze out of you like clockwork, your clit gloriously stimulated as you enjoy the absolute freedom, relishing in yours otherworldly pleasure. 
You’re pulled out of your piece of paradise when you hear Taehyung’s menacing voice, evidently done for. “Y/N, I swear to God, if you moan one more time—” 
“Ngh,” you sigh, rutting your eager hips against the lilac toy. 
“Oh my fucking—Y/N!” 
“Fuck,” you let out a high-pitched cry, melting when the buzzing wand sends shockwaves of arousal through you. You dip it lower, teasing your fluttering hole—you instantly spasm with need, desiring something within the walls of your cave. “Ah! Oh my god…” 
“Y/N,” Taehyung sounds painfully desparate, practically begging you. “You have to stop, baby, I can’t listen to you moan like that but not see you.” 
“Fuck, Taehyung.” You pant, rubbing the wand against your fiery hot cunt. “I get why… you don’t let me use toys.” You swallow harshly, ready to plunge the thick, vibrating toy inside you. “I need this inside me, ugh.” 
“No fucking way.” Taehyung vehemently denies. “Don’t you dare put it inside you, do not.” 
“But it feels so good, baby.” You sigh, head spinning with delirium. You’ve never been able to indulge in the use of a vibrator, now completely enjoying the free reign you own. Playing with yourself is immensely pleasuring, your eyes hooding over, pussy leaking all over your once impeccable bed sheets. “I’m so wet, Taehyung, fuck.” 
“You’re the brattiest little thing I know,” Taehyung grits, before he deeply sighs, quite literally beseeching. “You can’t do this to me, Jagiya. Let me come home, I swear I’ll pleasure you in any way, just wait until I’m home.” 
“No, you can’t… get away with yesterday.” You breathe harshly, feeding off the delicious vibrating. You click the toy to increase its speed, crying out when the stronger vibrations spasm through you. “Oh my god, oh my god!”
“Y/N, you did not just increase the speed of that vibrator!” 
Ignoring him, your mind explodes with colours, floating in paradise as the buzzing wand delivers waves of pleasure. “Ngh, Taehyung, oh my fucking god!”
“That’s it, that’s it!” Your husband hollers. “I’m coming home, I’m coming home this instant!” You listen to Taehyung rummage around on his side, but you’re far too fucked out to even sense his anger. 
“Shit… shit, shit, shit.” You gasp, grinding your teeth to manage the fluttery sensation within your gut. You can feel something deliciously simmering, ready to release. “Fuck, I’m getting close, oh shit, I’m close!” 
You listen to Taehyung order someone on his end, speaking harshly into the receiver. “I swear I won’t forgive you for this, Y/N, less than ten minutes and I’ll be home, just wait.” 
“Awh, I’m so scared–ah!” You moan through your taunt, sighing out with pleasure. 
“Baby, stop moaning, oh my fucking God stop moaning.” Taehyung sounds as though he’s losing his sanity, evidently clenching his jaw. “I’m driving and my phone’s fucking connected to my car, stop moaning!”
“Ngh!” You moan louder, half taunting, half because you’re constantly teasing your spasming hole. 
“Fuck me, I can hear you everywhere, stop moaning!” 
“God, this feels amazing,” you deliriously sigh, erotic noises bouncing off the walls of your room. “Fuck you… Taehyung… for not letting me use vibrators.” 
“This is why, you slut.” Taehyung hisses, his rough tone lighting your squirming body on fire. “You’re the epitome of a disobedient brat; you know exactly what kills me and use it against me!” 
“What? Being able to hear me, but not see me? Or the opposite? You’re such a simple man, Kim Taehyung, so–oh my god.” You erupt with a heady moan when you plunge the tip of the wand inside your pussy hole, unable to contain yourself.
“For fuck’s sake, you’re torturing me, Princess. Either stop or mute yourself, you’re killing me!” 
“You can just… hang up–fuck!” 
“It’ll kill me even more knowing you could orgasm without me,” he reasons. “Five minutes and I’ll be home, five fucking minutes, dammit!” 
“You can just wave the white flag, Tae.” You coo, strangling fucked out groans. “All you need to do… is come home and put your dick inside me, baby, it’s that simple.” You chide him just as he did yesterday, indulging in your sweet revenge.
 “You know I can’t do that!” He shouts. 
“Can’t? Or won’t–ugh.” 
“You’re so–! This is cruel, Y/N, you’re completely violating the rules, this is a crime!” 
“Rules? I don’t remember those–oh god.” 
“I told you to stop moaning!” He angrily directs. “You need to shut your pretty mouth before I do it myself.” 
“Awh, is Mr. Kim gonna punish me? What if I can’t stop—ngh!” 
“Y/N, shut up!” 
“Come home and fuck me, Mr. Kim, fuck me like the whore I am, fuck me like your needy little sub.” You purposefully coo, melding it with your graphic moans. 
“You witch, you’re a witch!” He cries out, sounding as though he’s hanging by his last thread. “What happened to my good girl, huh? When did she get so bad?” 
You smirk, lacing your timbre with seduction. “Your good girl’s gone, Mr. Kim,” you purr. “You need to come home and fuck her into her place.” 
“For fuck’s sake!” Taehyung howls, his voice utterly fed up. “You’re done, you’re done!”
“What?” You retort, swept up in the intense moment. “Didn’t want me to discover vibrators because they’re better than your dick?” 
Now that is what ticks Taehyung off, his voice roaring through the phone. “Oh you little—you’re fucking in for it!” 
All you hear is the FaceTime call cut out, too distracted by your pleasure to pay any real attention. Your orgasm bubbles— swirls around inside you as your toes curl, your eyes roll back and your body operates on sheer pleasure alone. 
The vibrations ripple throughout your sex, curious as to how the wand would feel inside you. You sheath it inside without a care, exploding with a mewl when the spasming toy greets your eager walls. It feels glorious, shuddering with pleasure as you indulge in the gracious vibrations. 
You’re reaching your limit, so sucked up into your own world you crazily speed up the vibrator, needing it to beat inside your pulsing walls until you unravel like a wind up toy. The vibrations ceaselessly ripple through you now, the speed so delicious your hands automatically latch into the headboard behind you. You hang on for dear life as a powerful orgasm sneaks up on you, building, building, and building, your moans unstoppable, your pussy walls throbbing, your legs shaking, body begging for your much-needed release. 
And just when your cries reach a crescendo, your bedroom door suddenly swings open, revealing your winded, cross husband. “Y/N-!” 
He never finishes his sentence, because the most powerful, earth-shattering orgasm erupts within you, your body jerking off the bed as you convulse. Every muscle in your body tenses with immeasurable pleasure, falling into your sheets, skin slickened with sweat, utterly spent of all your energy. 
You pant wildly as you come down your high, barely able to register Taehyung’s glowering eyes and his rageful, reprimanding voice. “You did not just—I can’t believe you!” 
Feeling the weight of your body sink into the mattress, your half-lidded eyes are the only thing able to move, sliding over to an angry Taehyung. “You’re literally evil, a goddamn witch!” He shouts, throwing his arms up in the air. “I swear I’ll only tolerate this shit in our home, you better not pull this revenge crap when we’re in public!” 
You have nothing to counter him, breaking into a fucked-out grin as you send him a thumbs up, elated that you’d successfully gotten back at him. “This is… for yesterday… asshole.” 
“Y/N, I’m serious.” Tahyung presses, pushing his jacket backwards to perch his hands on his hips. “You know we have Hoseok’s dinner this Friday; I swear if you don’t behave by then, I’m going to retaliate far worse than you.” 
You soak in his threat paired with an accusing finger, though it only inflates your ego. His challenge ignites something inside you, gaining enough strength to bite back. “Scared I’m going to win, loverboy?” 
Taehyung scoffs. “You’re not winning, you damn brat.” 
“We’ll see about that.” You retort, staring down Taehyung with scrutinizing eyes as he shoots back a fiery look. He eventually has enough, storming out of your bedroom as a string of complaints leave his mouth. 
You plop back into the sheets, floating on the cloud nine by the time sleep threatens to wash over your blissed-out, exhausted body. 
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The next three days of your life consisted of sheer mayhem.
Taehyung wasn’t kidding when he proclaimed the level of his retaliation. Peace has been a fragile concept in your household ever since, having transformed into a makeshift battlefield where you and your husband snag every opportunity to gain your revenge on each other. 
Tuesday morning when you’d hopped in the shower, Taehyung slipped inside in the middle of your shampooing. You cocked a questioning brow as you faced him—he shot back an unbothered shrug. 
“What? I can’t shower in my own house?” 
Rolling your eyes, you sighed as you returned to lathering up your hair, allowing him to do whatever he must. You both washed up quite normally, pretty distanced from one another until Taehyung began purposefully invading your space. 
He constantly reached over you for his shampoo, body wash, even your loofah with feigned innocence, deliberately brushing up against your naked body each time. Eventually, his hands naturally began roaming your wet skin, and here came your perpetual doom. 
The sensation of his touch felt intensifying, biting your lip to manage your arousal when he skimmed your sensitive spots. When his pillowy lips found their way to your neck, you melted into his strong chest, relishing in the shower water streaming down your entangled figures. 
His fingers traversed your body sensually, stroking you with such purposeful seduction, you nearly moaned. It wasn’t until his flesh caressed your backside did you recognize his sneaky scheme. You swatted him away with a scoff, sneering at him and his cunningness—your husband only flashed you a shit-eating smirk. 
That following day, you decided to be Satan's spawn. You twirled your pen as you eyed your gorgeous husband lead this morning’s meeting, watching him effortlessly carry himself with grace and professionalism—you ignored the arousal he stirred inside you. 
Once the meeting finished, you purposefully stalled on collecting your papers, watching Taehyung bid a farewell to everyone as they exited. Once your unsuspecting husband rose from his seat to vacate the area, you ambushed him, blocking him from opening the door. 
His eyes widened with surprised, though hardened into scrutinizing slits once he figured out your game. You argued for all of five minutes before you walked the delicious man back to his seat, shoving him into his chair. You slid a leg over his lap, seductively toying with his Tom Ford tie.
He watched you do so, his jaw flexing as he tongued the inside of his cheek. “Having fun, Princess?” He  condescended. “You can play with me all you want; we all know at the end of day I’m your boss, and the CEO your pussy.” 
Bitterly laughing, you harshly pulled him towards your face with his tie, eyeing him down. You let a finger glide over his perfect cupid’s bow and down the column of his throat, brushing his lips with your own. “And at the end of the day, we all know you’re an absolute simp for me, so who really owns who?” 
Taehyung remained adamant you’ll break first, challenging you back, though once you leaned over and whispered something scandalous in his ear, he erupted into angry flames, simmering with betrayal. You proudly strutted out the meeting room, an accomplished smile plastering across your face.
Who knew going commando could get your husband’s panties in a twist? Men are sincerely so simple.
But, come the next day, Taehyung decided he’s not fucking around anymore. 
You nearly jumped out of your skin when your office door unexpectedly shut, flitting up to find your Adonis-like husband leaning against it, dressed in an incredibly dapper, three-piece navy blue suit. Taehyung tilted his head, piercing your soul with his playful irises, hands shoved into his pockets. 
You quirked a suspicious brow, questioning him of his arrival. “What the fuck do you want, loverboy?” 
He raised his brows at your tone. “I don’t think that’s how you address your boss, Mrs. Kim.” 
“My bad,” you retorted. “What the fuck do you want, Mr. Kim?” 
Tonguing the inside of his cheek, a smug grin teases Taehyung’s lips at your use of an honorific, his index finger sliding across his bottom lip. “I’m here to speak to you as Mrs. Kim, a talented architect. I wanted to discuss something very important.”
Clearing your throat, you unwillingly welcomed him to sit. “Be my guest then, sir.” 
Taehyung twitched at your use of ‘sir’, suppressing a cough. He unbuttoned his debonair suit as he seated himself across from you. “Thank you, Mrs. Kim. I’ll cut right to the chase, you must be a busy woman.” 
You appreciatively smiled at his politeness. 
“Essentially, what I wanted to discuss is quite personal, though I wanted your opinion as an architect regarding the matter.” He began; you followed his example of professionalism.
“Of course, what’s the matter, Mr. Kim?” 
“Well, as you know, I’m married.” He proudly established, toying with his wedding band. “To this absolutely gorgeous, stellar woman. Love of my life, really, wouldn’t have it any other way.” He casually proclaimed—you attempted to hide your flushed cheeks as he spoke. 
“I see; how lucky you are?” 
“Very lucky indeed.” He gracefully smiles. “However, she has this horrible habit of being an insufferable brat and disobeying me—so I’ve been devising many ways to punish her.” 
Gulping, you nearly choke on your spit, trying to follow whatever act he’s performing. “Pardon me?” 
“Yes, we have a Dom/sub relationship and I’ve been considering ways I can punish her for her attitude.” Taehyung nonchalantly admits. “I was thinking about installing some new things in our sex room to ensure she obeys me.” 
Coughing, you can barely look the man seriously in the eye—he’s surely fucking with you, but his Oscar-worthy perfomance had you following his every step. “W-wow, she sounds like a handful.” You grimace, scrunching your nose—who knew you’d be referring to yourself in third-person today? “Though isn’t this a bit too personal, Mr. Kim? It may be unprofessional to discuss something of this matter with one of your employees.” 
From across your desk, Taehyung gave you a look darker than hell itself, shattering all your confidence. He had single-handedly submitted you with his intimidating eyes, soon rising from his seat. He rounded your desk, settling behind your chair, gulping when you felt his domineering aura permeate your back. 
He leaned over, placing his hands either side of you against your desk to trap you, his lips dangerously close to your ear—he brushed your helix with a hot, deep whisper. “Are you suggesting I don’t know how to be professional at my own company, Mrs. Kim?” 
The sharpest surge of arousal spiked through your cunt, shuddering when his heady Invictus cologne flooded your nostrils. His aftershave was killing you; did he just have to fucking shave this morning? 
Weting your lips, you swallowed harshly, shaking in your heels. “I wouldn’t do such a thing, Mr. Kim.” 
“Mm,” he hums. “That’s what I thought.” His caramel-smooth, baritone voice lights your pussy on fire, squirming when he speaks again. “Now, I still need your professional opinion, Mrs. Kim.” 
“Y-Yes.” Your palms begin sweating, tightly clutching them together to resist shoving your tongue down Taehyung’s throat—how could he intimidate you and turn you on in the same breath? He’s a powerful, powerful man. “What would you like to ask?” 
“I’d like to ask about the architectural science and safety measures of installing something in my sex room.” His unbothered, breezy tone ticks you off, yet arouses you the same; how could he ask something so blatantly scandalous? This man was truly never one to fuck with, especially when he was serious. “It’s for my wife.” 
Holding your breath, you clear your clogged throat. “What-what would you need to know?” 
Embodying the devil himself, Taehyung’s voice dropped an octave, voice deeper than the depths of hell. “I wanted to know the best way I could suspend her from the ceiling.” 
Your eyes widened, face burning so hot your cheeks could’ve melted. You shoveed your hands between your thighs, attempting to manage the wave of cum he gushed out of you. You nearly scream when Taehyung curls your hair behind the ear his lips brushed, his sweet, heated breaths lighting your skin on fire. 
“Tell me, Mrs. Kim.” 
You clutch the fabric of your skirt for dear life, pressing your thighs together. Your breathing was uneven, hitching as Taehyung’s intoxicating presence made your heart roar inside your chest. Your raging hormones screamed at you to simply jump the tempting man—jump him and bounce all over his perfect dick until you release a year’s worth of orgasms, let your sweaty bodies rut against each other until he spills his hot seed inside you. 
But once your pride takes over the conversation, you grow angry, commending him for his clever attack, but never surrendering. You turn towards him with glowering eyes, batting his hand off you. “How’s about I tell you to fuck off, Mr. Kim?” 
Taehyung heartily laughs, entertained by you. “Why, Mrs. Kim? I was simply asking a question, how dare you speak to your superior with that tone?”
“Perhaps you should ask your gorgeous, talented, wonderful wife.” You snark. “She doesn’t even sound like the problem, this all seems like a you-problem.” 
Taehyung leans back to his full height as he rounds your desk, wearing a confident, shit-eating smirk. “We’ll see if it’s a me-problem when she’s the one hanging from my ceiling.” He bites back, leaning his hands on your desk. “Absolutely naked, ready for my taking.” 
His sinful stare grips your very soul. You inhale sharply when you feel his dominant, alpha male energy permeate you, pussy aching to be full of him. When he shot one last bounce of his brows, his suave walk out of your office lit you up like a firecracker, nearly throwing your pen at him. 
The constant battle for a winner continued into Thursday, wildly scandalous shenanigans headlining your useless war. 
Sending each other endless thirst traps on snapchat, cheeky nudes, erotic voice notes, teasing touches, sudden naked appearances in close vicinity to each other—absolutely nothing was left off the table. 
Taehyung even purposefully brought his work out equipment home to exercise in front of you, coaxing essence out of like sap from a tree—you nearly ripped his shorts down to gobble up his cock once you spotted the glistening sweat on his lean muscles, heard his deep, masculine grunts as he lifted, watched him heavily breathe between each set. 
You’d bought the skimpiest lingerie set possible to raid one of his conferences at home. He was seated on your spacious love seat in the entertainment area, eloquently speaking about some transactions with his financial team. He sounded incredibly sexy, even looked it, too—sleeves rolled up, top of his shirt unbuttoned, revealing his delicious chest.
You adored the rageful look in his eyes once you presented yourself, completely unbothered. You made room on his lap as you carelessly sat yourself on his crotch—it was your throne, anyway. He shot you an irritated expression as you courageously tipped your chin, clicking Netflix on your gigantic TV. 
You casted your bare legs over the leather armrest, cozying up your ass over his clothed dick. Taehyung twitched when he felt your pussy—your lace panties were unfairly non-existent. 
He cleared his throat as he continued listening to the others in his meeting, attempting to ignore your nearly naked body casually sitting on him. He snuck glances at your cleavage, two round globes supported by a push-up bra, though attempted to (unsuccessfully) ignore it. His arms caged around you once he began working on his laptop, effortlessly typing away. 
You leaned your head against Taehyung’s warm chest, snuggling into him like a puzzle piece. 
Your revenge plan began when you finally arrived at the perfect scene to start it all, considering the movie you chose, of all films. 
Fifty Shades of Grey. 
You let the sounds of Christian and Anatasia having sex fill the room, even putting up the volume just to hear them better. Taehyung flashed his annoyed eyes at the screen, rolling them when he sees you upping the volume. He remained unbothered until you maneuvered your ass over his crotch for comfort—you rubbed his subtly erect member, feeling it twitch. 
He subdued a groan when you did it again, promiscuously adjusting your position. Your husband remained adamant on ignoring you, containing himself. But when you purposefully gyrated your hips over him, Taehyung instantly grappled you, digging his fingers into your skin.
 “Y/N, I will literally fuck you against our TV.” He hissed, his irises furiously glowing with warning. “Sit still and watch your movie, or the TV won’t be the only thing I break.” 
You swallowed harshly hearing the sternness in his timbre—he was serious about possibly fucking you so hard he breaks your back. You decided to oblige, settling against his chest again to silently watch your movie—you actually liked the Fifty Shades franchise, anyway.
Things remained a little tense after that, but not malicious. Dinner later that day was lukewarm, both of you eating in silence, until somehow, the tension boiled over. 
Taehyung had sent Mrs. Choi and Seo home earlier that day, leaving you and him to clean up. Washing dishes should’ve been perfectly normal, if it weren’t for the many times you both constantly brushed each other, already vibrating with so much sexual tension, Taehyung threw his drying towel away to take your lips. 
He had pressed you into the kitchen counter, hoisting you onto the surface as he ground his hips into your barely dressed pussy, robe flung open. Your perky breasts rubbed against his shirt—you were still wearing your lingerie set, and clearly he’d had enough. His hands constantly roamed your body, brushing your bare thighs up and down, up and down until his fingers instinctively slid towards you center, swiping through your damp panties. 
You gasped into his mouth, eliciting something carnal to ignite his eyes. Before you knew it, a full-on, heated makeout session ensued. 
Clearly the 5 days you’d gone without each other had you craving the other in irrevocable ways. Taehyung’s pants were hot against your lips, biting, sucking, licking them as though he were starved, as though the only meal he craved was you.  
You hissed when he pressed the pads of his fingers into you, incredibly sensitive down there. Your hands naturally aimed for his belt, your hips shamelessly riding his masterful fingers. It wasn’t until you ripped open his pants did reality strike you both like lightning—you pulled away from each other instantly. 
Taehyung accused you of attempting to seduce him, while you spat back that he’s the one who started it. The argument lasted long enough that you both decided to sleep in different rooms—sharing a bed would not only heighten your anger, but the craving to jump each other’s bones. 
Now, Friday had arrived, also known as operation Hoseok’s dinner party, and also day 6 without sex. 
“Hob-ah, how’s your recent club been doing? Wasn’t there an issue with one of the bouncers?” 
“Jimin, c’mon, just choose a goddamn gift for your fiance’s birthday already.” 
“Jungkook, stop playing with your dick and fess up—you’re clearly into your wife.” 
The ridiculous chatter is endless as you and Taehyung’s friends gather at an exclusive restaurant for a night out, Namjoon and Seokjin accompanied by their wives, while the rest indulge in friendly conversation. 
Hoseok was celebrating the stellar news about the progress with his new beau; they’d started officially dating.
Everyone currently bugged the poor girl with nitpicky questions, throwing around harmless jokes and insults at an embarrassed, though elated Hoseok. Taehyung indulge in here and there, though predominantly remained focused on his phone; it seemed he was receiving important emails tonight. 
Your husband examined his screen carefully as he reclined in the restaurant’s booth, which should’ve been okay, if it weren’t for the firm hand he kept clasped on your thigh. It was a habit of his: Taehyung claimed he always needed to be touching your scrumptious thighs. 
Currently, he danced the tips of fingers across your bare skin. It was something harmless and ingrained in him, your husband drawing useless circles and patterns as he scrutinized the lines of a dense email. You ground your teeth trying to manage the constant touch of his hand; you were a pathetic whore for Taehyung’s gorgeous, veiny, gigantic hands caressing you, and you were near exploding. 
His rings looked impeccable, paired with the Patek Phillipe watch you gifted him for Christmas hugging his wrist, his wedding band glimmering under the restaurant’s ambient yellow lights. 
You squirm your toes trying to contain yourself. His fingertips are stroking the inside of your thigh, tirelessly teasing you with lewd ideas. Once he travels a mere inch towards your core, you’ve had enough, suddenly shoving his hand off you. Taehyung sends you a puzzled look, asking what’s wrong through his coffee irises. 
You respond with a mocking look, annoyed. Taehyung shoots a ‘what the fuck’ expression as you cross your arms, ignoring him. It only makes him press you harder, clasping your arm to encourage you to look at him—the tension between you two catches the eyes of a certain someone.
“Oof, trouble in paradise, friends?” Seokjin notes beside you. 
You and Taehyung both turn heads, caught like two deers in headlights. 
“You’ve both barely spoken to each other, is everything alright?” Seokjin considerately asks. “Unless you don’t want to talk about it.” 
Swallowing, you let Taehyung do the talking. “We’re fine, hyung. Thanks for asking.” 
“You sure?” He queries. “You know you both can come to me with anything, I have plenty of experience with my own relationship. I feel a little sad seeing you guys like this.” 
Touched by Seokjin’s concern, your eyes soften. Taehyung light-heartedly laughs, landing a friendly palm on Seokjin’s shoulder. “It’s nothing like that, hyung. Y/N and I are just… having a competition, you could say.” 
“A competition?” He quirks a curious brow. “What kind?” 
Taehyung flashes you a look as though asking your permission to proceed—you send him a confirming nod. Leaning towards Seokjin’s ear, Taehyung whispers the details about your current kerfuffle; Seokjin immediately erupts into hearty laughter.
“No fucking way, you guys are having a competition to see how long you can last without sex?!” 
Seokjin being the ever-so loud, rambunctious member of the group, the entire table is privy to your childish war, erupting into amused cackles.
“What? These two?” Namjoon points between you with a snort. “These two who can barely keep their hands off each other? You can’t even take them out without risking getting booked for indecency.” 
“No goddamn way,” Hoseok comments, stifling his giddy laughter. “Namjoon’s right, I bet there isn’t a single universe where these two fuck bunnies even last two days.” 
“Two days?” Jungkook chips in, clucking his tongue. “That’s being nice, hyung. They could barely last a day with the amount that they fuck—I literally have trauma with calling them because I know I’ll hear a porno in the making like last time.”
“Taehyung, how could you not tell me this?” Jimin acts scandalized, slamming his hand on the table; he may be a bit drunk. “I’m your best friend!” 
“Woah, okay, calm down, you clowns.” Taehyung gestures at his friends. “Jimin, it’s between Y/N and I, so I didn’t say anything. And you three, for your fucking information, we’ve gone 6 days without sex, so shut the fuck up, will you?” 
“6 days? Holy shit, somebody write this down!” Seokjin hollers, wiping his fake tears. “It’s a historical day for society!” 
“6 days without sex? Oh, these lovebirds aren’t lasting. Someone call the psych ward, they’re gonna go insane soon.” Jimin proclaims. 
“You kidding me? Give them both some alcohol and I bet they’ll fuck like wild animals when they get home.” Jungkook slams his hefty wallet on the table, scouring for bills. “Who wants to bet money on it?” 
Namjoon retaliates. “At home? Please, Jungkook, 70,000 won says they’ll do it in the Mercedes before even getting there.” 
“Who says the restaurant’s bathroom is off limits?” Hoseok chimes in. “130,000 that they’ll fuck in there; even Eunbi’s bathroom wasn’t safe.”
“Please, Hob-ah.” Seokjin grievously laments. “I still have nightmares about that.” 
“Okay! All of you, shut the fuck up!” You derisively sing-song, scolding the rowdy boys. “You guys just love picking at our sex life because of you’re jealous of it.” 
“Exactly; you’re all just bitter you don’t have a relationship like ours.” Taehyung spits at them as he curls an arm around your shoulder; you back him up with vehement nods. 
“Ew, I don’t wanna to be like you two nasty, lovey-dovey losers.” Jungkook retorts. “I’ve already got a crazy sex life of my own, thank you very much, which by the way I gotta tell you all…” 
And Jungkook goes on to explain an insane update on the current fuss with his wife, finally lifting the hot seat you and Taehyung had found yourselves in. The night continued with fun-filled laughter, chatter, and a plentiful amount of food—shit only hit the fan when alcohol was served. 
You and Taehyung both adopted the mindset of drowning your sorrows, inhaling shot after shot. You both became much more free-spirited once liquor entered your systems, finally loosening up enough to have a good time, forgetting all about your petty bet. You laughed into Taehyung’s shoulder as he told you charming jokes and shamelessly flirted with you, he smiled from ear-to-ear watching you cutely giggle—you remained closely entangled together the whole night, lost in the other’s eyes. 
Your drunken giggles were endless as you and Taehyung piled out of the restaurant with the rest of your party, your arms slung around his neck, his snug around your lower back as you fooled around. You’re both busy chuckling at Taehyung trying to kiss you when Namjoon patted your husband’s shoulder. 
“Hey, Taehyung-ah, you two getting home alright?” 
Taehyung shoots Namjoon a narrow-eyed look, slurring his words when he speaks. “Who d’you think I am, hyung? Ovously I wouldn’t dive-drive when I drank alcol.” Your husband hiccups, which causes you to laugh at him. 
Namjoon’s lips curve with a fond, dimply smile, laughing. “Alright, lovebirds. Get home safe.” Namjoon affectionately claps Taehyung’s back. The pair of you send him a drunken thumbs up before Namjoon locates his wife. Taehyung suddenly faces you, cupping your cheeks. 
“Hey, Princess.” He hiccups, his lips pouting as he stares at your plushy ones. “I’m sowry I drank when I’m the diver-driver; I shouldm’ve been more reponsible.” 
Your heart melts as he drunkenly rambles, cupping his cheeks back. “Is okey, Taehyung.” You coo, communicating with him in pout. “You work hard enough; you deserve a bwreak.” 
He brightly grins as he bops your nose, causing you both to stupidly laugh. Mr. Kang ends up finding you two, greeting him as though he were your saviour. He sincerely was, because once he began driving, the alcohol caused you both to disregard your surroundings. Your husband tugged you over his lap and connected your lips for shameless kisses, touches, even temporary stripping of clothes. 
You both incessantly giggled and smiled throughout the steamy session, happily enjoying each other’s company. Mr. Kang even faintly smiled at you two before placing up the partition. 
Arriving home, you burst through the door, liquor having stunted your ability to have a logical conversation. Tossing away your shoes, you run towards Taehyung, hooking your arms around his gorgeously carved neck. 
“Taehyung! Oh my god, we’re home, this is our home!” You drunkenly marvel. 
“Right? Our home, all ours.” Taehyung joins in on your fun, palms encasing your waist, slowly waddling you both inside after shutting the door. “Wouldn’t it be amazing if it wasn’t just us two, though?” 
“Yes, yes!” You excitedly shout. “We need babies, we need so many babies!” 
Taehyung warmly chuckles, his cheeks flushed with alcohol. “I don’t know about so many babies, Princess—it’s gonna hurt you.” 
“But I want your babies!” You angrily pout, leaning your chin on his strong chest. “You don’t want my babies, Taehyung?” 
Taehyung softens at your intoxicated expression, sickeningly in love with you. His palms affectionately encircle your waist, holding you close. “Of course I want your babies, baby. But pregnancy is a lot—I don’t want it to hurt you.” 
“But I need your babies!” You valiantly proclaim, crashing your lips against Taehyung’s so powerfully, the man nearly tumbles backwards. You end up toppling him over your couch, straddling him as he cradles your body over his. 
You both drunkenly make out, sloppy and disarrayed, relishing in each other’s taste before you break away. “I wanna have your babies, Taehyung.” You pout, a sad look dawning on your features. Your soft irises fall to his neck,toying with the top button of his dress shirt. “Why can’t we have a baby?” 
Taehyung’s heart sinks hearing your frail voice, lightly brushing some hair from your face. “We’ll have a baby someday, pretty girl.” He comforts you, stroking his thumb across your cheek. “We’ll keep trying, I promise; I’ll give you all the babies you want.” 
You attempt to blink moisture out of your eyes as depression washes over you; sometimes Vodka really backfired on your emotions. Lately, things have been difficult trying to conceive with Taehyung; you've been trying for 6 months now, and you’ve gained nothing but disappointment. 
“But we keep trying… and no babies.” Your bottom lip slightly trembles, sniffling. “I want a baby, Tae.” 
The brokenness of your tone is what shatters your husband; it sounded like a cry from deep within your soul. Taehyung’s palms immediately encase your cheeks, his heart softening. He hates the sad pout on your lips, even watching your eyes gloss over. Heart-broken, he softly exhales, pressing your mouths together sweetly, so gently, you were certain your insides melted. 
His kiss ignites something inside you, springing up onto your knees to gain some leverage. You use the height advantage to devour him, Taehyung’s hands sensually roaming your body. Your hips grind into Taehyung’s instinctually, deep groans slipping past his lips. 
You shudder into his mouth when he thrusts up into you, your clothed cunt welcomed by his rising member. You take his bottom lip between your teeth to bite him, licking over your teeth marks before plunging your tongue inside his mouth. 
Your husband licks your tongue, sharing your saliva without a regard for anything as ferality overwhelms him—you share the same sentiment. 
“Taehyung,” you breathe, hormones surging through your veins. “Put a baby in me, I want your babies.” 
Your plea is hot against Taehyung’s lips, constant smacking noises filling the room as you nastily makeout. Taehyung groans when you grind down over his crotch, deliciously rubbing against his clothed tip. “I’ll give you anything you want, pretty girl.” 
His uneven breaths light you on fire, driven by sheer lust. Paired with the alcohol and six days with absitinence, your mind is stupidly desparate for sex right now.  
“Wanna have your babies, Tae.” You moan into his mouth, Taehyung’s hands sliding down your back to cup your ass, squeezing the flesh. He lifts up your skirt to roam your bare cheeks, smacking both as he guides your hips over his lap, growling out deep, masculine groans. 
“Oh, I’ll fucking put a baby in you,” he pants, slithering his tongue inside you. You can taste the Whiskey he drank, melting into his strong body as his digits emblazon your ass. 
You run on adrenaline, craving Taehyung with such carnal need, you’re uncontrollable. You hotly whisper against his swollen, wet lips, fingers weaved through his sexy hair. “Taehyung, please… fuck me.” 
Taehyung’s eyes shine with desire, pupils dilating at the request. His body tenses, his cock twitches, his muscles even readying themselves, but he needs to ask. “Baby… are you sure—”
“Please, Tae,” you beg, tugging his luscious locks. “I’m fucking aching for you.” 
Your cunt flutters over his lap, sighing when the shape of him caresses you. You’re so incredibly sensitive, cum gushes out of you like waterworks. You physically shudder, bracing Taehyung’s shoulder as your hips develop a mind of their own, grinding over his crotch. 
Taehyung still hesitates, leaving affectionate pecks along your jaw. “Say it,” he commands, thrusting up into your sex once again. “Say you want me, Princess, say how much you want it.” 
“I–I want it, Tae, so badly.” You strangle out, pussy drowning with your essence, vibrating for his flesh to be lodged inside you. “Want you inside me… want you to fuck me like a bad girl, fuck me like a dirty slut.” 
Taehyung shudders out a sexy, deep groan, his dick twitching inside his pants. “Fuck, Y/N…” 
“I’m so fucking horny, baby. I need you.” You beseech, arm slinging around his neck to bury your hand in his hair, your unoccupied one tugging his tucked dress shirt out of his pants. “Fuck me right here, right now. Fuck me like your pathetic whore.” You drunkenly plead, promiscuously rolling your hips over him, body operating on alcohol and insufferable horniness alone.
Taehyung literally growls, an animalistic need overwhelming him. He snatches your waist and spins you to his side, rapidly pinning you to the couch. He crawls over you and cages you underneath, lips crashing into yours. 
His hands quickly ride up your skirt, tearing off your clothes before his thumbs cling to your underwear, stripping it off with hot finesse. He instinctively unclasps his belt, removing the irritating thing to push down his pants, freeing his incredibly hard, rock-solid length. Your grabby hands demanded his clothes be off, quickly stripping him as well to reveal his deliciously masculine body. 
Everything else that occurred afterwards was a blur to you, only able to remember certain details. You recalled your husband’s gravelly, husky groans, his hands desperately gripping you, the dark, plum-coloured kisses he embellished on your skin. 
You remember his powerful body manuevering over yours, the incessant sounds of his laboured breaths by your ear. You seldom remember the hot things he whispered, but you remember the way you felt, they way he felt, the way your pussy throbbed for more, the way your fingers tugged his hair, eventually scraped down his neck to leave red trails along his sweaty skin, the painful, but pleasurable burn between your legs.
But, next thing you knew, the alcohol intoxicated your head so much, unprecedented exhaustion overwhelmed your body. Taehyung exhibited the same symptoms, his thrusts losing precision, harshness, until suddenly, he lost speed altogether. His hips eventually stilled, barely able to keep his eyes open. 
Yours threaten to fall shut, too, only recalling the mutual look you and Taehyung gave to each other. You faintly remember him pulling out of you before he collapsed over your body, your own succumbing to unavoidable fatigue. 
The only reminder he was even next to you was the soft, familiar beating of his heart, and the sheltering warmth of his skin. 
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Taehyung awakens to the feeling of something on his chest, groaning as his eyes flutter open. He rubs one before peeking down, focusing on the particular weight over his heart—his eyes widen immediately. 
You’re lying completely naked on his chest. 
He curses under his breath, his head finally clear enough to understand his reality. He sees himself naked as well, running a stressed hand over his groggy face with a curse. 
“Fuck… did we have sex?” 
All Taehyung remembers from last night was his poor decision to drown in Whiskey, and the incredible horniness that attacked him as a result. He remembers making out with you, remembers getting handsy, recalls the faint memory of dirty-talk, but scarcely remembers the actual sex. 
He blinks multiple times as he gazes at you, your frame softly rising and falling as you sleep. Once his mind comes up empty of any other excuses, he sighs as he comes to his conclusion. 
“Yeah, we definitely had sex.” 
Groaning, Taehyung curses when he remembers your petty little competition, worsening his already agonizing headache. It should probably be the least of his concerns, but he’s still pissed he can’t remember who initiated things, meaning another future argument with you. 
Kissing his teeth, Taehyung snatches his phone and taps his screen, registering the time. It’s nearly the hour Mrs. Choi and Seo come by the house to begin cooking breakfast. Taehyung’s head falls back against the couch, grievously sighing.
Taehyung carefully maneuvers himself out from under you, affectionate with your slumbering body. He slips on his boxers and pants from last night, next locating a blanket. He drapes a light one over your naked figure, soon hoisting you up in his arms. 
He’s making his way towards the stairs when the door suddenly swings open, making dreaded eye contact with his two housekeepers. The ladies pause upon seeing a shirtless Taehyung carrying you bridal-style, though Taehyung’s quick to defuse the moment.
“Good morning, Mrs. Choi, Mrs. Seo.” 
“Good morning, Mr. Kim,” The two ladies kindly greet him, removing their jackets and shoes. 
“Sorry about the mess,” Taehyung ticks his head in the direction of your sprawled clothes. “We’d drank last night and weren’t exactly in our right minds.” 
“That’s alright, Mr. Kim.” Mrs. Seo politely assures him. “You and Mrs. Kim are young lovers, sir, you should enjoy your youth.” 
“That’s right, Mr. Kim.” Mrs. Choi chimes in. “Young love is precious, never let us old ladies stop you!” 
Taehyung cracks a fond smile, laughing. “Thank you, Mrs. Choi, Mrs. Seo.” 
“Would you like us to cook some hangover soup for yourself and Mrs. Kim?” Mrs. Choi asks as she meanders in with her purse. 
“Yes, please, though only some for me right now, Y/N’s still sleeping.” Taehyung’s eyes shift to you in his arms, silently doting on your angelic, sleeping face. “I would like her food to be served when she’s awake. I want it nice and hot for her, if you don’t mind.” 
“Of course, not at all.” Mrs. Choi benignly reassures, already stepping into the kitchen. 
“Thank you. Prepare some ibuprofen as well, she’s a horrible drunk, as usual.” Taehyung jokes, earning a laugh from the ladies. Mrs. Seo guarantees Taehyung that everything will be in place for you, finally making his way towards the staircase. 
“Oh, and remember to serve her citrus fruits,” Taehyung calls out as he ascends the stairs, protectively carrying you. “Lots of fruits for her, in general. And don’t forget her vitamins, please.” 
The ladies nod affirmatively before returning to their work, leaving Taehyung to vanish upstairs. 
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“Shit, my car’s in the shop.” 
You lightly hit your fist against your palm, kissing your teeth when you recall your lack of transportation today. It’s currently a calm, late Saturday afternoon, having spent the last hour getting ready for your evening out with Hana. 
Thank God your massive headache subsided after your delicious hangover soup, your housekeepers really were the best cooks. They must've been magicians, though, because their food had also granted you the ability to regain your memories from last night. 
You muffled your scream into your pillow when you remembered you and Taehyung having sex; your sore legs were enough to know it was real, too, and not a dream. You whined at the idea that somebody lost the competition, and you’re unsure of exactly who it was, but 70% sure it was you. 
As a result, you decided to subconsciously ignore Taehyung today. Thankfully, he spent his morning out, having gone golfing with some board members before returning home to work quietly in his study. 
Memories of last night’s steamy, sweaty sex entered your mind every now and then throughout the morning, though you forced yourself to pretend it didn’t happen, and that it didn’t count, either. 
Swallowing your pride, you sigh as you patter over to Taehyung’s study, lightly knocking on the door. 
“Come in.” You hear him request, carefully twisting the knob open. You clear your throat as you waddle inside, Taehyung’s gaze lifting from his laptop to observe you. He visibly brightens, as though his body has an innate reaction to your presence, though he schools himself, returning to his work. 
“Good afternoon, Princess.” 
The addressment curves your lips in the slightest, lacing your fingers behind your back. “Good afternoon, Tae.” 
“How’s your headache?” He queries, sifting through paperwork. “Mrs. Seo told me you slept in because of it.” 
“Yeah, I could barely get out of bed, honestly. Though the hangover soup helped, and the ibuprofen, too.” You detail. “They told me you specifically requested both. Thank you.” 
“No need to thank me, love.” He replies, flexing his neck sideways with a grimace before focusing on his work; his shoulder seemed to be bothering him. You hesitate offering him a massage considering the awkward tension from last night, though his voice interrupts your thought. “Why did you come to my study, did you need something?” 
“Oh, yeah.” A figurative lightbulb pops into thin air above you, extending your hand. “Could I have the keys to your Mercedes? My car’s in the shop.” 
He furrows his brows. “My car? Are you going out?” 
You grab the ends of your blush pink baby doll, lightly swaying the thin satin fabric, even puckering your lips to indicate your makeup. “A bit obvious, isn’t it?” 
Taehyung sends you a deadpan expression. “With who?” 
His stoic energy ticks you off, letting your sarcasm loose. “My secret boyfriend.” 
Your husband shoots you a harsh look. “Be serious, Y/N.”
Letting out a long, deep sigh, you confess. “With Hana; she wants to complain about my brother.” 
“Will you be out all night?” 
“Don’t think so, I’m visiting the site of the new headquarters building Sunday morning and I want to sleep well.” You honestly inform him—he amicably nods. 
“Alright, I’ll give you the keys, but do me a quick favour first, please?” He asks, pointing towards one of his shelves on his left. “I need one of those old logs on the 7th shelf, could you grab it for me?” 
Nodding, you follow his instructions indicating which specific log, stepping towards his shelf. You kiss your teeth registering that it’s too high, locating a nearby stepping stool. You almost climb onto it until you suddenly freeze, remembering something vital; you’re wearing nothing underneath your babydoll. 
You face flushes once you consider that if you climb the stool, you’ll be flashing Taehyung your bare pussy. While on another day that wouldn’t have been a problem, the current sticky situation made you feel shy about it—he could potentially believe you’re seducing him. 
Clearing your throat, you timidly clasp your hands together, facing him. “Um… it’s a little high for me, I think you’ll need to grab it.” 
Taehyung tilts his head. “You can use the stepping stool; it’s specifically for you.” 
Rolling your eyes, you decide to admit the truth. “Well, I’m not wearing anything underneath this, and last I remember you think I’m trying to seduce you 24/7, Mr. Kim.” 
Taehyung instantly recognizes your dig, narrowing his eyes at you. He huffs out before drawing back his chair, rising from his seat. His long legs carry him so fast you have limited time to move out of his way, Taehyung simply reaching over your head. 
It’s a minor thing, and yet, it’s the soft hand Taehyung clasps around your hip as he reaches up that lights your skin on fire. His touch through the thin babydoll feels exhilarating, suddenly reminded of his body on yours last night. The sex drought had surely made you insane; how could his domestic touch and mere presence behind you make you squirm? His larger body always made you feel so small, but in a way that ignited your bones. 
You shrug off his touch once the image of his broad frame in comparison to yours ruins you—Taehyung cocks a suspicious brow as he retrieves the log. He returns to his desk without questioning it, plopping down the heavy binder before opening his drawer, unearthing his keys. 
“You know the rules; both about my car and going out.” He reminds you, jangling the keys. “Think you know the car ones, but I think you need a reminder of the going out ones.” 
You tilt your head, curiously contorting your lips. 
Taehyung tongues his cheek, swallowing. “You need to kiss me before you go.” 
Your eyes widen, awkwardly shuffling your feet. “I thought you said no kissing?” 
“I said quick pecks are allowed.” 
Seeing his point, you roll your eyes. You paddle over to him, watching him turn his chair to face you. He nonchalantly leans back, manspreading his expansive legs as he blankly waits for you, holding out the keys.
With slightly flustered cheeks, you swallow, carefully leaning down—his domineering presence is sincerely wounding your resolve. Your hand cradles his bicep as you tenderly press your lips to his, kissing him. You’re surprised when he actually reciprocates it, kissing you back. Feeding into the sweet liplock for all of six seconds, you pull away before his scent hypnotizes you, snatching the keys. 
“Thank you.” You quickly mumble before scurrying away, yearning to be out of his study already. Taehyung doesn’t say anything else, which at first, makes you glad, though on second thought, causes your heart to sink. He didn’t mention last night; would he not have used it to solidify his win? Or is he purposefully ignoring it because he’s pissed?
Did he possibly not even remember last night? There’s no way, you’re certain Taehyung woke up first and tucked you into bed; he surely found you both lying naked together, too. 
Swallowing your pride, you swivel around on your foot. “By the way… um, about last night.” 
He lifts his gaze, paying attention to you. “Yes?” 
“It… it doesn’t count.” You manage to say. “We were both drunk, and it’s hard to remember, anyway.” 
Taehyung furrows an intimidating brow of his. “I understand, but it still completely counts, Y/N. We had sex.” 
“We fell asleep before we could even orgasm, Tae.” You argue. “It doesn’t count, alcohol just makes us really horny.” 
“We were already horny before the alcohol, Y/N.” Taehyung reasons. “It does count; we couldn’t control ourselves and had sex, let’s consider it a draw.” 
You exclaim with confusion, hand finding your hip. “What? A draw? No way some drunk sex ends everything at a draw.” 
Your husband sighs behind his desk. “Yes it does, Y/N. Like you said, neither of us really remember it, so it’s no use analyzing who seduced who first. Let's act like grown ups and call it a fair draw, okay?” 
Scoffing, you fold your arms over your chest. “It was probably you who lost, anyway.” 
“It was you, actually.” Taehyung’s quick to bite back. “I have better tolerance and therefore better memory of last night; I remember you starting things, Y/N.” 
“We can’t be sure of that,” you retort. “We were both wasted and clearly very horny, you just don’t want to admit that you lost.” 
Taehyung crudely laughs. “Win or lose, drunk sex means a draw, end of discussion.” Your husband finalizes. “Even though it was technically you, I’m being nice and letting us end off on a draw; cherish my kindness, sweetie.” 
Indignation immediately floods your system, puffing your cheeks at him. “Shut up, you didn’t win for shit, your tolerance isn’t even that much better than mine.” 
“Yes it is.” 
“No it isn’t.” 
“Yes it is.” 
“No it isn’t.” 
“Yes it is!” 
“No it isn’t!” 
You and Taehyung immaturely fight again, stuck in a constant back and forth of who gave into who first. 
“Actually, it started at the dinner table when you couldn’t even keep your hands off me, you were clearly trying to make me horny!” You screech.
“Actually, it started when you purposefully wore that skirt and those thigh-highs, it wouldn’t be the first time you weaponized your outfits to make me horny!” He retaliates.
Hollering at each other for another five obnoxious minutes, you grow fed up. 
“Ugh! You’re an insufferable sore loser, you can never stand letting me be right with your damn ego!” You irritatedly shout.
“My ego? You never stand for an option where you’re wrong, you’re worse!” He loudly counters.
“Goddamnit, you’re so stubborn!” 
“You’re more stubborn!” 
“Fuck you, Taehyung. You know what? Let’s just never have sex again, yeah?” You condescendingly finalize. 
“Okay, fine, no sex.” Taehyung nonchalantly shrugs. “Suffer without it, you horny brat.” 
Your jaw drops at his audacity, eyes burning with anger. “Fine!” 
“Fine!” Taehyung yells after you, his eyes similarly simmering with frustration. 
“Fine, no sex!” 
“No sex!” He repeats. 
“No sex, ever again, never ever!” You bark.
“Never!” 
“Never!” 
“Good.”
“Good!”
You stare at him, and he stares at you. Your blood boils with anger underneath your skin, but your cunt vibrates, grinding your teeth to manage the feeling. Taehyung remains unbothered with his folded arms and reprimanding eyes, but his constant swallowing gives him away. 
Nobody says a word, nobody moves a muscle, and yet the tension enlivens whatever frustration is simmering, the energy absolutely palpable. 
Holding your gaze, Taehyung grinds his teeth, biceps tensing underneath his dress shirt as he seriously contemplates something. He lets out a long, deep sigh afterwards, shaking his head. “Godamnit, so what if I lose…” 
Suddenly, Taehyung kicks out his chair, abandoning his desk to walk over to you. He grabs your face faster than the speed of light, and crashes his lips against yours. 
You’re winded, eyes wide with shock at the sheer force of his kiss, but the carnality excites you, wantonly swinging your arms around his neck. His eager  hands glide down your body, feeling all of you in your thin babydoll before clasping the back of your thighs, encouraging you to jump. 
You instantly moan into his mouth when you hop into his arms, having missed the taste of him. He’d just had something sweet; the hint of vanilla cream and strawberries explodes over your taste buds, slithering your tongue further into his mouth.
Taehyung shudders out a deep groan, swirling his tongue around yours when greedy lust overwhelms him. He becomes impatient, effortlessly carrying you towards his long corduroy couch. Taehyung quickly seats himself as he positions you over his lap, his hands greedily wrapping around, hungirly embracing you.
He presses your body into his, encouraging you to grind your hips over him. He pries away for air, breathily speaking against your lips. “Not wearing anything underneath, huh?” 
You lightly chuckle, swiping your tongue over his pillowy lips. “Nothing at all.” 
With mischief gleaming in his eyes, Taehyung attacks your lips, making out with you shamelessly as his hands travel downwards, suddenly cupping your bare ass. He squeezes you, even teases your damp core in a way that makes you jump in his arms, squeaking. 
He heartily laughs before snatching the ends of your babydoll, his timbre husky when he speaks. “I really love this on you; a babydoll for my babydoll,” he pecks you, “but I’m tearing it off.” 
Simultaneously, Taehyung strips off your nightwear in one swift motion, leaving you bare over his clothed figure. Your fingers grapple onto his hair as your pussy earns god-like friction over his dress pants, whimpering like a needy slut. 
The feeling ignites an insatiable hunger inside you, biting down on Taehyung’s bottom lip. You tug on it, watching it bounce back to its place with dilated, ravenous eyes. His look of sheer bliss leaves you craving him like a drug, done with denying yourself your gorgeous husband. 
Grabbing his shirt, you pin Taehyung down on his couch, his eyes excitedly shimmering when his back crashes into the cushions. “Fuck, baby…” 
“I’ll go insane without you.” You unevenly breathe, fingers making quick work of his buttons. “Take this off, now.” 
Taehyung doesn’t need to be told twice, ripping open his shirt as your hands visit his pesky belt, nearly ripping it off him. Your husband eagerly watches as you shove down his pants, smirking as he tucks a casual hand underneath his head. “Seems like someone couldn’t go any longer.” 
Playfully narrowing your eyes at him, you suppress a laugh. “Says you of all people.” 
For your revenge, you clasp Taehyung’s unoccupied hand and tuck it against your soaked, dripping pussy folds. You let out a broken shudder, bracing your hands against his strong, expansive chest. Taehyung curses underneath his breath, fascinated by your wetness. 
“Shit, baby, you’re fucking soaked.” He coos. “Is this for me? Do I make my baby this wet?” 
You obediently nod, lightly grinding your hips into his hand, adoring the way his gigantic palm easily envelopes your cunt. You bite your lip to suppress raunchy moans, Taehyung’s caramel-smooth voice gracing your ears. “Do this over my cock, baby. Put me inside, yeah?” 
You mewl hearing his words, wrapping your palm around his erect member. You free him from the confines of his boxers, gushing brand new arousal when you feel how deliciously hard he is. His thick veins, his impressive girth, the delicious heft of him. Stroking his pulsing shaft, Taehyung melts underneath you; clearly you’re not the only one who’s been dying for sex. 
“Seems like someone couldn’t go any longer.” You mock him. 
“Fuck off.” 
“Fuck me, Taehyung.” 
He lightly laughs at your wittiness, and without further ado, you elevate your hips, aligning him with your entrance before piercing yourself on his dick. 
You gasp when he enters you, surprised by how large Taehyung feels. He’s always been big, but something about your recent promise of abstinence made Taehyung feel foreignly large, falling forward upon his body. 
It’s imperative you stop, digging your nails into his chest when the ache harms you. “Fuck…” 
Taehyung worriedly grips you. “What’s wrong, Princess?” 
“You’re big… you’re so big, Taehyung.”You struggle to speak, breathing through the intrusion of his flesh.
“Shit, I feel too big after a while, don’t I?” He curses, his hands rubbing up and down your sides, soothing you. “Take what you can, Princess, only what you can.” 
His gentle voice nearly waters your eyes, feeling your love for him meld with your incredible horniness. Your walls soak him in thereafter, as though Taehyung were returning home. The pain simmers long enough that pleasure explodes inside you, walls adjusting to his size. They pulse erratically, but adore the familiar insertion, welcoming him with open arms. 
Once you’re entirely speared over Taehyung’s cock, animalistic grunts leave you both. Your body feels as though it’s on white hot fire, and Taehyung’s stomach contracts attempting to hold back his load, hungry eyes beaming up at you from below. 
“Y/N, I swear to God…” He breathes, barely able to speak, throwing his head back to regain himself. “If you ride me right now, I’ll fill you with an entire fucking soccer team.” 
Ligtly chuckling, you elevate your hips, slowly drawing him out of your sex just to slowly sink back over him. You both shudder with pleasure at the electrifying sensation, hormones raging, bodies eager for each other. 
Taehyung’s tight groans drive your tenacity, slowly sliding his cock in and out of you until you become addicted to him, addicted to the feeling of him constantly entering and leaving you, filling the very end of you. His dick is akin to ecstasy, riding him as though nothing else could satiate you’re intense hunger.
You reach your hands back to clasp onto his thighs, letting your body bounce over his cock without shame. The drag of his flesh inside you feels earth-shattering, losing your mind to the explosive friction, the slippery, sloppy sliding. 
Taehyung becomes obsessed with the erotic scene before him, greedy hands worshipping your jostling body, his tender words praising you for the goddess you are. 
“Holy fuck, Y/N.” He groans with blown out eyes, gripping your maneuvering hips. “This so fucking hot, you literally drive me insane.” 
Eating up his words, you are gyrating your hips, serving your clit the attention it deserves. This time you lean forward, fingers digging into Taehyung’s taut stomach as you relish in his perfectly shaped member, feeling his thick veins and throbbing meat serve you heaven on a silver platter. 
Taehyung’s hand snakes up your body, lightly clasping around your neck. He listens to your moans heighten in pitch as he carefully grips your throat, watching your hips roll over his spasming meat. 
“My fucking god,” he swallows, timbre deep and husky—needy. “You’re the most gorgeous woman on Earth.” 
Simultaneously, Taehyung slips his fingers into your adjacent mouth, prompting you to swirl your tongue around his digits. Your moans become muffled as a result, eyes falling to your crazed husband beneath you. He eats up your fucked out expression, tears brimming your eyes as your orgasm deliciously simmers inside you, burning brightly between your thighs. 
You suck his fingers, riding him like a Harley, so close to losing yourself in the throes of your pleasure, it’s hard to maintain your equilibrium. Your head is spinning, your body is aching, blood is rushing so rapidly inside you you can’t even manage to keep up—you’re only able to register your cunt smothering Taehyung’s cock as though it were fostering a symbiotic relationship. 
Light-headedness plagues you before Taehyung suddenly rises from his laid position, drawing his fingers out of your mouth. He cautiously cradles your weak body against his front, protectively enveloping you in his warmth. 
“Stay with me, baby.” Taehyung purrs, softly throbbing inside your sex. “I know it’s good, but don’t let it all rush to your head; you’ll have a sub drop, babygirl.” His loving voice resurfaces you, feeling him guide your chin downwards to find his eyes. “Stay awake for me—I need more of you.” 
He casts some strands from your face as you deliriously nod, mimicking his calmer breaths. Once your breathing is more leveled, Taehyung’s gigantic hands weave around your ass. He grips you hard as he taked the wheel, controlling the tides of your sex, languidly, sensually fucking up into you. 
You whimper, sighing as Taehyung masterfully maneuvers your hips downwards as he thrusts up, burrowing a home inside you. He continuously sheaths himself inside your velvety walls as you gasp against his mouth, suppressing your moans. 
“Why are you being quiet, Princess?” He lightly reprimands, pecking your lips. 
“Mrs. Choi… and Seo,” you moan, hiding your flushed face in his neck. “They’ll hear us.” 
“Let them,” he growls in your ear, nibbling on the lobe. “Let them hear it; let them hear how good I fuck you.” 
Tired of holding yourself back, you relax every limb in your body, letting yourself openly react to your husband’s godly love-making. Your breasts jostle as you bounce up and down his cock, skin slapping against skin, addicted to the heat of his body. 
“God, how was I ever gonna survive without this, huh?” Taehyung groans, holding your body hostage as he jackhammers into you. “You and your perfect pussy? My pretty girl?” 
You gasp for dear life when Taehyung pierces himself so deep inside you, you nearly scream. “Fuck-!” Your body’s vibrating, ecstasy coursing through your veins as you lose all sense of sanity, hands clutching his sturdy shoulder for dear life. “Taehyung, let me reverse cowgirl you, turn me around.” You breathily request. 
Taehyung lets out a proud huff as he maneuvers you over him, positioning your back to face his front. You sigh out pronographically as he guides your hips over his cock this way. The leverage you gain is powerful, your palms grappling his knees to develop a crazy, pornographic pace over his dick. 
You indulge in the angle change, freely bouncing as you please. His flesh constantly scrapes your frontal walls, losing your mind. Taehyung lets out a string of breathy curses, fucking you from underneath in accordance with you. You reach back for support, your husband instantly intertwining your fingers as you incline forward, and he reclines back, both of you fucking each other like horny bunnies. 
Your salacious noises are endless, no doubt echoing throughout the house and reaching the working housekeepers in your home, but neither of you care when the sex was so god-tier, your orgasms feel as though they’ll be cosmic.
“Fuck, fuck fuck fuck, baby, slow down.” Taehyung warns you, hissing with pleasure. “I’m literally gonna cum, holy shit I can’t hold back.” 
“Then don’t,” you coo, swiveling your hips over his perfect cock, toes curling with undeniable pleasure. “Fill me up, Taehyung. I meant what I said last night, I want your babies.” 
“I meant what I said, too.” He suddenly tugs your back flush agains his front, embracing you from behind. He morphs his fast and hard thrusts into slow, deep strokes, moaning into your ear. “I’ll give you all the babies you want.” 
You bite your lip as you whimper, hugging his hands around your stomach as he intimately fucks you, laying affectionate kisses across your naked shoulder. Your hand snakes into his hair behind you, sighing pleasurably as he kisses your pulse point, languidly making love to you. 
“Tae… don’t drag this out.” You beg, gripping his locks. “I need to cum, it’s been too fucking long.” 
“Yeah? Want me to make cum?” He huskily whispers, hands closing around your breasts to fondle them, seductively caressing your nipples. You jolt with white hot electricity, whimpering over him with a nod. 
He suddenly lays a hand on your tit, lightly slapping it. “How many times do I have to tell you about words, Y/N?” 
You shudder as essence oozes out of you, coating his throbbing dick. “Yes, Taehyung, please.” 
You feel him smirk against your skin, suddenly gripping you. “Then you better hold on tight, babe.” 
Swiftly, Taehyung lifts you up from the couch and shoves you against the coffee table in front of you, pinning your front to the frigid, cherry wood surface. It takes you some seconds to realize you’re bent over, ass out for him before he plunges back inside your pulsing pussy, grappling onto your hips. 
Your fingers scratch the table as Taehyung delivers hard, rough thrusts from behind, fucking you with delicious ferality. He pleasures himself to the nines, grunting animalistically as he gives it to you. “God, your ass, Princess, I’m in love.” 
You moan loudly, shoving your face into the table. “Fuck, Taehyung, my clit, please fucking touch my clit.” 
Taehyugn doesn’t need repetition, slithering his hand towards your throbbing pearl and fondling it with tight circles, drawing tantalizing patterns. You practically screech, shivering with pleasure as he fucks you senseless, does you right in every possible way. 
Your husband’s hips slam against yours with each thrust, each precise stroke coiling that wire inside you so, so tight, you’re crying out with unprecedented pleasure. 
“Fuck, I need to see your face,” Taehyung breathes, releasing a throaty groan. “Let me see your pretty face when you moan like that, baby.” 
Taehyung grabs where he must to turn you on your back, effortlessly man-handling you. He hands slam either side of you, now entangled in an incredibly intimate missionary position. Your legs automatically lock around Taehyung's waist, and his hands cradle the back of your thighs, spreading you wider. 
He brokenly groans when he shoves himself deeper inside you, his face mere inches from yours. “Holy fucking shit, fuck…” 
“Such a foul mouth, Mr. Kim.” You tease, voice lilting with a moan when he thrusts into you. 
“Sex this nasty with a gorgeous wife like you can do that to a man.” He snarks, burrowing deeper to reach the end of you. Your eyes physically glimmer with wanton need as he strokes your fluttering sex, feeling your heart glow brighter which each delicious fuck. Taehyung hoists one of your legs up on his shoulder, cradling it to him as he becomes impossibly close, smothering your smaller body underneath. He cleverly rolls his hips, serving both himself and your throbbing clit. 
You moan against his mouth, Taheyung relishing in your breathy little reactions. His other hand slips underneath your head to cushion you, holding you as though you were the most precious thing in the world to him. His beautiful coffee irises pierce yours, ensnaring your heart.
“Princess…” he breathes, grunting as he rocks his hips. “I love you; I love making love to you.” 
Your chest explodes with colours, eyes revealing your emotion as you keep his gaze. 
“That’s why… I like having sex. It’s not about getting my dick wet… or blowing my load in you…” he shudders out a painful moan as he slows down his thrusts, no doubt pulsing with his release. “I love feeling your skin on mine, being intimate with you, feeling our bodies move like they belong together.” 
You swallow back tears; something about the sincerity in his voice softens you, puddy in his hands. 
“I love making you feel good, I love seeing the pleasure in your eyes, the way your body craves me. I love it all, baby, I love you.” He affectionately coos, passionately shoving himself inside you. “And I want us… to have a baby. I want a little me and you running around, I want to have a family with you, to share my life with you.” 
It’s no surprise moisture floods your vision, sniffling it away. “Taehyung…” 
“So please, never think I’m only here for the sex. I’m here for you, I’m in this because I love you, Y/N.” His tone seeps with saccharine sweet truth, watching his coffee orbs softly swirl. “And I wanna show it to you like this, by making love to you—making love for hours and hours until you finally grasp how I feel about you.” 
Emotions clogs your chest with undeniable tears, narrowly able to manage them before a sudden long, deep stroke of his ultimately unravels you—both physically and emotionally. Your hands clutch his bread-like cheeks, eyes glistening with genuity. “I love you more, Tae.” You coo. “I love making love with you, I want to share a family with you, too.” You speak from the heart, feeling every cell in your body vibrate with such intense arousal, you suddenly erupt with an earth-shattering orgasm, nearly blacking out. 
This feels far too powerful compared to a regular orgasm, though, left completely winded, body jelly-like. It’s only when you feel something incredibly wet dribbling down your thighs do you sense what’s really happening. 
“Fuck, oh fucking hell… baby, you just squirted.” You hear your husband enthusiastically voice. “Oh that’s sexy, that’s so fucking sexy.” Taehyung’s voice is rich with fascination, his cock picking up the pace inside you. “Oh shit, I’m coming, I can’t hold it back—” 
“Come, Taehyung, come inside me.” You sweeten your tone, sloppily kissing him. “Come inside my tight pussy, baby.”
And Taehyung paints your walls entirely white with his hot, abundant cum, letting out a feral grunt that indicates the sheer size of his load. He hisses as he slowly fucks you, watching your fluids mix together between your bodies. 
“Shit…” he lightly curses, viewing your chest constantly rise and fall, your legs terribly trembling. He gains enough viable strength to draw out of you, your cunt immediately leaking out his seed, but Taehyung’s quick to swipe it back inside you, tucking his palm against your battered hole. 
“Soak my cum back in, baby.” Taehyung softly requests. “Let me feel you do it.” 
Following alon , you squeeze your walls as firmly as possible, letting him feel your fluttering pussy. 
“Fuck,” he breathes, fascinated as he watches. You’re barely conscious, only able to register his words and movements, but your surroundings are fading, limbs utterly spent. 
You nearly fall over when you attempt to rise, Taehyung catching you in his arms with panic. “Woah, woah, are you okay, Princess?” 
Taehyung seats himself back on his couch, cradling you in his sheltering arms over his lap. He curls your hair behind your ear, analyzing your sleepy, exhausted features. “Was it too much, baby?” 
You can’t even speak, simply shaking your head—only one thing remains fresh on your mind. “Let’s… never… do that again.” 
Fondly chuckling at your weary state, Taehyung presses his lips to your temple, affectionately kissing you. “Never again, babe.” 
Smiling at that, you cozy into his chest, letting sleep drift you away from the real world. You’re almost a happy goner when you hear your husband’s rich, caramel voice, his palm rubbing your back.
“So… wanna go for round two?” 
You pry an eye open, shooting him a puzzled look. “Wh-what? 
Taehyung snorts. “Round two, babe, in our sex dungeon. Did you really think you could make me go sexless for a week and I wouldn’t want to fuck you for hours?” 
Swallowing, your eyes soften with pleading. “Taehyung, you’re insane!” 
“What’s insane is that I didn’t get to make love to you for 6 days,” he counters, grabbing your chin to lift it, his amused eyes meeting yours. “Now I’m going to make up for each day I didn’t get to, starting with a little surprise.” He suddenly leans down towards your ear, letting his lips ever-so-faintly brush you. 
“I’m edging you with the very same vibrator you dared touch yourself with.” He grits, fierce eyes piercing your very soul. “And we’re gonna do it for each and every time you disobeyed me.” 
Choking on air, your eyes widen, begging for Taehyung to grant you mercy, but he only shoots back an evil, devilish grin, spelling your inevitable doom—you’re not surviving this at all.
Your erotic, needy moans resound around your home later that day as Taehyung deliciously punishes you, bouncing off the walls to even reach your silent listeners downstairs.
Mrs. Choi and Seo can’t help but giggle together as they vacuum the first level, their cheeks coloured a bright red. 
“My my, what young love they have.” Mrs. Choi light-heartedly jokes. 
Mrs. Seo snickers in response, knowingly smiling. “I have a feeling they’ll stay young for a long, long time.”
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not my fault | jjk (m)
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Summary: After sparking a sinful conversation on a dating app, you vow to yourself that you won’t give in to more the notorious college fuckboy Jeon Jungkook might have to offer. That is, until he rings your doorbell just one night later – and it’s truly not your fault that he’s so damn hard to resist.
➵ pairing: Jungkook x female reader ➵ rating: 18+ ➵ genre: classmates to lovers, college!au; fluff, smut ➵ warnings: sexual tension, flirting/teasing/provoking, banter, a dating app :’), she has a crush on him but won’t admit it, grumpy roommate joon, crack dialogue, fuckboy!jk who wears glasses in class, idk that much about pharmacy i apologise; explicit sexual content: sexting, he makes her horny in public, petnames !!, fingering, edging, oral (f. & m. rec.), dom and big cawk jk wbk, he’s SO cocky, spanks (ass & clit ones), some choking, praising, messy but protected sex, she swallows his load <3, jk rlly loves her ass <3 ➵ word count: 12.6k ➵ a/n: been itching to write a lighthearted college au for so long and here we gooo !! @missgeniality​​​​​​​ thank you for enduring me and making this better and for not k*lling me yet, love thou, kitty <33 enjoy y’all – feedback is always appreciated !! <3
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MASTERLIST | WIPS
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“What’s with the constant yelling on this goddamn campus?”
Namjoon is not a friend of noise and crowds – as a self-declared claustrophobic, the cheers around him sound eerie and mind-numbing, and for once, you can’t blame him. Because every usually silent corner of your university is exploding, and you’re sure a few windows are already cracking at the shrill blow of the constant screams.
“What’s with you?” you ask back, nudging his elbow playfully as you clutch the strap of your bag tighter.
You want to make him laugh, but your friend is as gloomy as ever, not quite ready – or awake – to give into your jokes just yet. You figure he might be once he gets ready for bed.
“Those cheerleaders,” he points to the group of girls, and you think his voice, calm and low on other days, is close to breaking. It’s hilarious – it reminds you of his adolescent days. “They sound like this creepy sorority video on YouTube. Make it stop.”
You shudder, because you know exactly what he’s talking about. If he hadn’t shown it to you on a dark, quiet Halloween night right after watching Sinister and It, it might not be engraved in your mind like some daunting, unsolved supernatural mystery.
Pouting, you stare to the ground, tucking back your hair. “We should’ve watched Buzzfeed Unsolved instead.”
The campus has been extra noisy these days – because not only is the semester coming to its end, but your nerves have been buzzing due to the approaching exam season, too. On top of that, the college is finally bidding farewell to its local sweethearts as if a group of renowned scientists is letting go of its strongest pioneer.
You guess Taehyung, Jimin and Hoseok were somewhat trailblazing after all – athletic, attractive, top of their classes and the talk of the school for literal years.
But with them leaving, the attention is shifting; and with the already continuous excitement, there’s one other hot topic left – a thriving fuckboy who shares quite a few classes with you and will still be here next semester. Very likely to corrupt innocent girls’ minds; to charm someone new at the very next frat party he might crash.
And he’ll do it next semester, too. And the one after.
A piece of advice – pharmacy really isn’t the major for you if you opt to finish in the required or recommended time. Seems like Jeon Jungkook’s existence will still roam the campus like a plague, make you roll your eyes back into your head for a while longer.
You don’t care about such things, you always say. You’d much rather focus on your education.
Right when your thoughts begin drifting off, a girl walks past Namjoon and screams into the warm summer air, and her voice still rings in your ears when you hear him complain, “Jeez, what the actual fuck.”
“A few more steps and we’re off campus grounds.”
“A few more steps and we’ll enter an apartment with my books scattered around.”
You shrug and sigh, admonishing him, “Hey, I told you to start with your shit on time.”
Namjoon stares at you as if he’s attempting to annihilate you with his gaze, shooting invisible lasers at you before he mocks, “If I had a hot girl I’m crushing on cheering for me in class, I’d be just as motivated as you are.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you state, your demeanour calm and clueless, your shoulders shrugging so often they might get stuck in place.
“I’m talking about the grand nerd slash fuckboy extraordinaire who–”
“He’s really not that great.”
“He’s fucking top of his year… will get awards and honours. It’s the college equivalent of a valedictorian.”
Your steps slow down, and you slide your hands into the pockets of your jumpsuit, squinting at the polished car that reflects the sun as you breathe, “Speaking of the devil.”
In a far corner, you watch Jungkook stand near the road with the door of his vehicle open, presumably letting out the hot suffocating air that has collected inside. He’s talking to some girl who’s pushing herself uncomfortably close to him, but he doesn’t seem to mind. Because in the next moment, he’s smirking back, tilting his head before she gets into the passenger’s seat.
“What you staring at?” Namjoon questions before he follows your gaze, coming to a halt when you do.
“Missing dick.”
He laughs and shakes his head, kicking the grass underneath his feet before he utters, “Here we go again.”
“What?” Jungkook’s car drives into the sunset, very 90s movie style, the delicate, grinning heroine next to him laughing, and you turn to Namjoon to stare at him. “Do you know how long I’ve been under this dry spell? I–” you wave your hand in dramatic motions, cocking an eyebrow, “I feel my virginity growing back.”
“You know what I’m gonna suggest.”
“Kim Namjoon.”
“Listen,” he exclaims, a full-lipped mouth falling open, “dating apps exist for a reason. If you won’t do it, I will.”
“I…” Perplexed, you wait, closing your eyes for an exhausted moment before you sigh and nod. “Sure.”
But in all honesty – perhaps you’d rather embrace your regrowing virginity instead of giving in to the last resort that are dating apps.
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The nightly wildlife chirps even in this part of the city – you for one are happy to be connected to nature somehow, even if it means to open your window to mosquitos every other night.
You think the clock might strike eleven soon, but you don’t give it much of a thought as you stroll along the streets, your mind still fogged from grinding for your exams. The summer breeze feels nice – clears your head a bit.
Thumbs hooked in the pockets of your shorts, you take a deep breath, peeking at the stars for a brief moment before you hear the sound of music crawl closer. You think you recognise the song as an early Lindsey Stirling track. You’re sure the neighbourhood appreciates being woken up by the rhythmic melody of dubstep and violins.
A car pulls up next to you and comes to a stop, and the driver turns the music down before leaning in and revealing himself as the popular wonderkid par excellence.
“What are you doing out here so late and alone, love?”
The nickname makes your insides palpitate, and you think his voice elicits goosebumps where it shouldn’t. You attempt your best to keep your cool, brushing your tresses out of your face before you question back, “What are you doing here?”
“I, uh, live nearby?”
“And you’re alone, too?” you add, your eyes darting to the backseat and back to him. “Didn’t you pick someone up just this afternoon?”
He flashes a poised smirk at you, his eyes crinkled and full of mischief as he chants, “Oh, you noticed that?”
You shrug your shoulders, balancing your weight from one leg to the other when he asks, “Done with homework and studying?”
“Yes, boss,” you answer, stepping closer to the edge of the pavement, “internalised every bit of information related to quality control and whatnot.”
“Want me to give you a lift?”
“I literally live in that block over there, Jungkook,” you clarify, pointing to the complex three streets away, and the movement of his head follows your finger.
But he doesn’t cave in just yet, calloused fingertips tapping at the steering wheel as he suggests, “Let me drive you around a bit then.”
“What if you kidnap me?”
“Well, first of all, you’ve known me for years, and second, you’re not a kid anymore. It’d just be napping, and you’d be crazy not to want that.”
You wish you didn’t laugh at his lame joke. Now, you suddenly don’t understand how his other chicks fall for his humour this fast, because he’s obviously out of juice, and won’t be able to swoon you.
…Into falling for him.
But luring you into his car? Sure.
“Fine,” you say, puffing out a breath before you get in.
He glances at the street, checking for intruding traffic before he drives off and you ask, “What are you doing so late?”
“Just went for a drive. It’s a pleasant night.”
You press onto the button next to you to let the window shift down further, basking in the gust of the gentle night. You can taste the summer from where you sit, delicate and flowery, and you let a soft smile play around your lips before you inquire, “Why don’t you go for a walk instead? To save Mother Earth and prevent global warming and stuff.”
“I do usually go for walks,” Jungkook defends, swaying slightly to the song that you recognise yet again. “Just missed her.”
“Her?”
“Mirage. My car.”
Of course he’d name his car.
You sigh. Maybe you’re overgeneralising; putting him in a drawer filled with files of every playful fuckboy and frat boy in existence. But Jungkook does seem nice – he’s always been nice. And he’s not a frat boy either.
You sit up in your seat, smiling at him before you point at the radio and tell him, “I didn’t know you were a Swiftie.”
“Oh, I am!” he notes, singing along a few words of 22 before he adds, “I actually have the tape version of Red! It’s somewhere… in the cracks of the backseats, though, lemme…”
“Oh, you really don’t need to–”
But before you can argue some more, he’s pulled into a parking lot swiftly and stepped out of his car. He re-emerges in the backseat of Mirage, sifts through the slits with a grimace that suggests he’s touched something he didn’t want to, and then cheers, “Found it!”
With a sigh, you grab the vintage cassette and follow his instructions as to what to press or not, and when one of Taylor’s songs chimes, you leave the car, stretching your muscles and then opening the door to the backseat.
You make yourself comfortable next to him, immediately bobbing your head in unison with his and the song’s rhythm before you realise how close you two are. In hindsight, you don’t understand why you came to sit here at all – he would’ve come back to the driver’s seat anyway.
The whole encounter doesn’t make much sense, but you guess it’s too late to overthink now – so you begin a conversation about your favourite songs on the album instead, and you act as if you don’t realise that he’s side-eyeing you. Squinting in amusement.
And before you can blink twice, he’s shifted closer with a hand on your thigh, giggling. You let him obliviously, licking your lips, and when both of you go quiet and let silence between you settle, you swallow thickly – there’s a clump in your throat and it’s not dissolving.
Out of nowhere, he looks down at your grey clothing, the series of happenings lacking logic once more as he comments, “Nice shorts.”
You steady your breathing with anticipation jabbing your overworking mind, telling yourself that it’s okay, that there’s no need to be nervous. And so, you wet your lips, telling him, “Glad you like them.”
“I do like quite a few things about you…”
“Oh? What’s that?”
Jungkook hums in thought, and for a moment, you’re certain he just said it to charm you. After all, he doesn’t know you all that well. He knows you’re quiet in uni. Knows you share classes with him. He knows you stuff your mouth with desserts any chance you get, because he caught you a few times and possib–
“The colour of your hair,” he finally lists, and you listen attentively, “your skin. I do like your pretty little mind, too. Got a lot in there, gotta admit.”
“The genius himself is praising a peasant like me?”
He chuckles, obviously taken aback by your choice of words. But then he catches himself, his tongue darting out to the corner of his lips before he confesses, “The genius himself has never seen a peasant this sexy, though.”
Did he really…
And is his–
Yes – his hand is definitely shifting up, your skin shivering; and he’s moving closer, his lips parted – and suddenly, the colour of your shorts has changed and your hair is in a ponytail when you were sure you were wearing it down before, and…
Okay.
Great.
You awake with a smack of your lips, blinking as you adjust to the darkness. Damn vivid dreaming. Damn Jungkook humming Taylor Swift songs in classes often enough for you to remember his taste in music.
You’re sure he would’ve taken you right there, but not before pushing you to oversensitivity and tears, nibbling at your shoulders while you squirmed in his grip.
No. That must be your interpreting imagination talking.
Fuck.
It was a dream? A long ass, detailed, elaborated one, too? His lame humour was your own?
How pathetic. When you said you needed to get laid, you really did mean it.
But instead of letting his undoubtedly monstrous, skilled cock fuck you to insanity, even if just in a dream, you find yourself between the dull walls of your room, wrapped in a cold blanket of pitch darkness.
Your blinds are shut and no beam of the streetlamps comes seeping in as you clutch your phone tight with only its light illuminating your face… and the ache between your legs is palpable. Like dream-Jungkook metaphorically blue-balled you and left you to starve.
What if you called Jimin again? It was nice with him, wasn’t it? But no – he has a girlfriend now. And the college jock Baekhyun? Would he be up to go on another date after you ditched him last time? Probably not.
Okay, and what if…
Is there really no other option left?
You reckon not.
You open your phone again and slide to the app you dreaded, one that Namjoon has been suggesting for months on end now. You won’t let the truth sidle to him – the one about you having downloaded the app ages ago, but dipping right after configuring your profile and finding no one remarkable or interesting on there.
You think their bios are crucial in what your choice settles on, but the lack of personality and terrifyingly sassy profile pictures left you shuddering and grimacing. You decided this wasn’t for you.
Now, no offence to anyone indulging in the pleasures of dating apps, but especially after tinder swindlers and alarming news, you weren’t always all that fond of the opportunities such a phenomenon brings.
But now, you do cave in, revisiting your account in a haste as you half sit up, pulling up the pillow and leaning against the creaking headboard.
For a while, you keep swiping – the most obscure descriptions catch your eye, much as expected. Just for a second, you feel your pussy clench in ache enough to swipe right to absolute idiots.
S.
Let's match and maybe I'll send you a nude on Snapchat?
Jay
got money n time so why don't we share some of it?
"Oh my fucking god," you exclaim in exasperation.
You're speechless. Other than those attempting to catch fish with flirts they most likely found on the internet, there are people who have stated nothing but their height on their profiles. Or a phrase in a different language, or, wow, "Hey there. I am using WhatsApp" on a dating app?
And then… the biggest miracle in the history of miracles happens. Crop circles and sightings of UFOs are nothing compared to it.
Because it's him. 
A mirror selfie stares back at you, his hand half buried in his pocket – but you can still see the veins popping. His hair is a mess, but he’s still so undeniably attractive; and to your misery, even his bio is harmless and basic, no nauseating cockiness.
He’s not only chasing and haunting your dreams, but appearing on this app, too. You don't consider the fact that it gives you optimal matches in your near proximity – no, for you, this is a sign of doom, of certain and ulterior conspiracy.
You take a deep breath and curl your fingers into a tight fist, and with closed eyes and a clenched jaw, you do something utterly reckless and stupid. You might regret it later… or maybe it won't affect your life at all.
But when you swipe right, you bite your tongue, and when you release your breath and open your eyes again, you're ready to watch a new name and face pop up when suddenly…
It's a match!
"NO FUCKING WAY."
You clap your hand over your mouth, the sheer volume of your voice so unexpected that you almost feel your bed rattle. A myriad of jumbled thoughts jostle for attention, and your eyes flick from one spot of your phone to the other.
Letting the device fall, you cross your legs, cracking your fingers as you try to make sense of what the hell just happened. But once the truth finally creeps in, you pull your phone closer again, holding it with your fingertips as though you just fished it out of your toilet.
You open the chat of the dating app and stare at it for a full minute, your thumbs drawing circles in the air as you bite into your lip. You’re not certain what to do with the situation – not sure what you’re doing at all; not quite able to foresee how he’ll react.
But then you collect air in your cheeks and let it out in a puff, opting for courage before typing a simple, tiny “hi?”. And then, you lock the device immediately as if Jungkook could catch you staring if you touched it any longer.
You wait ten minutes. Twenty. And when nothing comes after thirty two petrifying minutes, you place your phone on your bedside table, tugging the thinnest blanket you own over your head as if the summer isn’t in full bloom outside.
And at some point tonight, you doze off eventually.
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It’s not until the alarm clock blares and shakes you awake that memories of last night come crashing back. You think you might’ve had two damned vivid dreams, surely hoping that you didn’t truly experience the quiet, brief horror movie with you as its main cast.
But when you unlock your phone, your hope evaporates and consorts with your soul somewhere in hell, and your body falls limp against the headboard when you see… a response.
You feel the weight of his sarcasm crushing you already when you click on the chat. With a singular glance, you understand that Jungkook likes to shorten his words. Might use emojis sparsely? Definitely has the first letter of his sentences capitalised, though.
Jungkook: Hi…? R u not sure about ur greeting or
You’re not sure about anything – if you only knew, prodigy Jeon.
You: good morning.
His response comes almost immediately; as if he was waiting for you, eyes fixated on the chat, bored enough to converse with you rather than doing… whatever a Jeon Jungkook usually does.
Jungkook: Morning. U were awake late, huh?
You: couldn’t sleep. had a nightmare.
And it consisted of nothing less but his presence. His moles and soft, fluffy hair are still engraved in your mind that you somehow managed to memorise in the years you’ve known him. You wonder if he ever noticed you staring at the dark dot under his lip. Or his nose. Or at the veins of his arms… the thighs, oh god, the thighs–
The nightmare drenched your panties and shook your body until your guts were where your heart belongs.
Jungkook: Ohhhh wanna talk about it?
You gulp.
You: I’d rather not
The situation is almost comical. If you weren’t shaking in your non-existent boots, you might have laughed. But instead, you type away, cannot believe that you’re truly here, about to flirt with Jungkook like it’s a casual Thursday morning. But how could you not… he’s clearly waiting for you to bite, because…
Jungkook: Sure. So… weekend. What are u doing 2day?
He really does abbreviate the simplest words.
You: nothing. studying. you?
Jungkook: Not much either. Talking to u hopefully?
Sly, Jeon… very sly.
You: don’t you have stuff to do?
Jungkook: Yeah but… matching with a pretty girl is more fun
Is that a conversation he has every other day? Is this his tactic, his method to sing people to his form like a siren just to swallow them whole afterwards? Most importantly – if all of this is a possibility, why does your face still warm like an oven at his words?
Confidence – it’s easier through text. So you give it a shot; even if it boosts his ego – it does the same to you.
You: Jeon Jungkook thinks I’m pretty?
Jungkook: Jeon Jungkook thinks a lot of things about you
Did he not say something similar in your dream? There must be courses on witchcraft you could attend if you wanted to…
Fuck.
You hate him – but not really.
You: what does he think?
Jungkook: Well… he thinks you should text him in your DMS, bcos u have his number
Jungkook: Nd he thinks you should go out with him nd grab some lunch this noon
Just when the opportunity slithers close enough for you to graze it, something in you deflates. Like a red siren blaring warningly, reminding you that, despite your undeniable attraction to him, you don’t necessarily know if you want to involve yourself with him.
You matched with him. You texted him. You’re flirting – but what’s this uneasy feeling still? Perhaps you just realised that if you give in now, you’ll have to deal with his stolen glances and potential rumours until you graduate.
But somewhere inside, you do wish to be more to him than just a possible hook-up.
Hm.
You: I… don’t think so
Jungkook: Woah. My heart just broke like never before
You contemplate what to answer, digging deep into your thoughts to find a part that’s not overthinking and/or flooded with a hundred different personas of you. They all want something else – can’t you dip your toes in calm, still water instead of this hurricane twirling in your brain?
When you don’t answer, Jungkook double texts; two simple words but somehow still dripping in a timid tone.
Jungkook: Why not?
You: you… I don’t think you matched with me to get LUNCH
Jungkook: Ah. Why did you swipe right on me then?
Busted.
Even if his intentions were beyond fucking, genuinely attempting to take you out on a harmless, joyful date, you don’t think yours were – initially at least. And the way you know him – or as much as you do know him – you’re sure he’d jump onto this train, if you wanted to.
But something’s still holding you back… something that didn’t last night. So you answer–
You: guess I was curious to see what might happen
You: but you’re known for sleeping around. and I don’t wanna be a dick-wetter when you’ve so many people to do so… even tho you do seem nice
Jungkook: Cute. Also weird. Could’ve sworn you like me
Your heart thumps a little faster against your ribcage, and despite every word you’ve already exchanged, his newest confession turns you upside down. You’re not sure what your emotions consist of – and you wonder whether it’d be worse to have him think you like him or to actually like him.
Raising your eyebrows at the device, you admire his confidence, and despite the fright his message brought, it makes you smile a bit. It’s a rare trait – refreshing to see.
You: how would you know?
Jungkook: U swiped right, woman. Can u rlly say that u’ve never thought about me naked before?
You chuckle, an airy, goofy laugh filling the room as you pull your legs closer and tilt your head. He’s brave – you want to be, too.
You: and if I did?
Nothing comes back.
You wait for a moment. Perhaps he’s gotten up to fetch himself a drink or take a shower… it might be anything.
But then, this anything turns out to be something incredibly more intense – because suddenly, your phone is vibrating, and you almost screech, blinking at it as you ponder what to do.
You let it ring for a while, nervous to pick up – and when you think the last rings are chiming, you clear your throat and exhale, emptying your head of the thick mist before you press the green button.
You don’t get to say anything at all, because he’s already chuckling, his voice sweet and mellow before he questions, “You sure you don’t wanna grab… lunch?”
The pause sends your mind into another overthinking episode, but you brush your worries aside, suggesting instead, “Why don’t we talk about pharmacy instead? Happy drugs and blissful painkillers.”
“Coward.”
Your mouth falls open half in amusement, half in surprise, the shit eating grin growing wider when you argue defiantly, “I’m not a coward!”
“Prove it then.”
Oh… his voice fell lower; you imagine a hooded gaze, a smirk scurrying over his lips – it’s an image too dangerous for your brain. If he doesn’t stop putting it there, you might drive over, and then no one will be responsible for your misdeeds but you.
The higher deities are toying with your patience.
“I don’t need to,” you tell him, shrugging one shoulder, though he can’t see anyway. “Nice trick, though.”
“Okay, but hear me out,” he immediately says, the sounds of him shifting crackling through the speaker. Jungkook is losing his chill and you’re loving it, “What if I swiped right, because you’ve been catching my eye since we first met?”
You want to call bullshit – his voice sounds genuine and devoid of mockery and games, but you still squint your eyes, asking, “Really?”
“Yeah, you’re just. Too intimidating to ask out.”
“I’m… intimidating?”
You?
You’re scared of bugs. You dislike heights. You once screamed when Namjoon walked out of his room casually, his cheek covered in strawberry jam, because he’s too clumsy to eat properly, cleanly. He needed multiple tries and exclamations of defence to convince you that it wasn’t blood.
You can’t possibly seem intimidating to him.
“This is absolutely weird,” you admit, and when your eyes dry, you realise that you must not have blinked in minutes. The dust floating around you must be getting worried.
“I like weird.”
“You… what do you want, Jeon?”
“I…” Jungkook begins, but then silences, humming and clicking his tongue. And then, he speaks up again, suddenly shy and uncertain as he says, “If I told you what I want, you might cut the call.”
“Now I wanna know more, though.”
He sighs, and you think you can hear an odd sound accompanying his occurring hums, as if he’s tapping against a wooden object. His voice is gravelly and quieter when he speaks again, and you press your phone further against your ear.
“Alright. Sure. Nothing to lose, I guess.”
He lets you wait again. He knows how to build tension – knows how to turn you into an impatient puddle of molten composure.
“I can be sweet or,” he says, and you lean forward, “or talk you to filth. What do you want?”
To filth?
You shiver.
Albeit intrigued, you wonder – if he tried to be sweet, would he be telling you the truth? Or just try to swoon you? You don’t want to be a pawn in his game – don’t want this crush or whatever to advance. He’s a charismatic, compulsive charmer, right? What if he wraps you around his tattooed finger just for you to wonder if he meant any of it?
So you say politely, “Second option, please.”
He breathes out. He sounds a little disappointed.
“Alright. Remember when you wore that floral dress last summer and our professor told you to adhere to the dress code we don’t even have?”
“Yup. How could I forget?”
“Well. I was this close,” you imagine him bringing his forefinger and thumb close, turning his big doe eyes into slits, “to telling her off. Her Victorian morals don’t have a place in this century. Wanted to tell her that she can’t let out her lack of confidence on you. Because,” he pauses; then says, “you can do whatever the heck you wanna do.”
Wow…
This isn’t filth.
Rather, elaborated, detailed sweetness – you didn’t expect this level of observation and depth, didn’t know a simple dress and brief conversation last summer affected him enough to remember his thoughts for this long. You’re glad he can’t see, but you’re pouting, and you’re sure your eyes are glittering, the stars in your pupils flickering.
“I…”
And as sweet as he can be, his sexiness never falters. Because.
“And…”
“And.”
“You looked so fucking hot.”
Oh.
He says it hushed – almost whispers it, and you feel your sanity dematerialise and your insides burn. The little spark evolves and turns your guts and lungs to ember, and your cheeks flame up like you’ve been stuck head-first into a blazing sauna.
“...Go on,” you plead, and you nearly hear the smile in his words when he obliges.
“Been wanting to… to touch you since that day. Slide my hands across your body and pull you closer by…” He laughs, smacking his lips, hesitating before he mumbles as if he’s saying something blasphemous. “By your tits.”
Hell. What the hell.
“And goddamn, your ass, I… want it close enough to me that our bodies meld, and okay, yeah, that– that sounded weird, but–” You hear him gulp, and you swallow at the same time. “I imagined ripping that dress off of you like, not even kidding, a few dozen times? And… are you still there?”
“Yeah.”
“Too much?”
“Nah. It’s fine.”
“Is all that weird?”
“Maybe a little,” you breathe, but you must admit that you have been in the same position with him before. Imagined how it’d be if you were one of the girls he fucks. “But… guess we’re both weird.”
“Shit, you can’t say that…” Silence descends for a moment when he understands the meaning behind your words, and he clears his throat before he continues, “And right now… shit, just the thought of you sitting on your bed or couch, possibly in shorts or a nightgown drives me fucki–”
You feel your heart lurch into your throat and then fall, scrambling your insides before you confess, “I’m… in my panties. Just a shirt… and panties.”
“Oh fuck.” He waits. “Okay. Can I–”
But you never get to hear what he wants to ask, because from behind your closed door, Namjoon knocks suddenly and rapidly, startling you on the spot. You catch your phone mid-fall, breathing heavily, shaking your head when your roommate yells, “It’s your turn to make breakfast, byotch!”
You shake your head, hurrying to whisper your goodbyes to Jungkook who you briefly catch complaining, “Seriously?” – but you tell him you’re sorry, that you’ll see him tomorrow morning, because you’re class-free today.
Namjoon, however, does need to rush to uni, and you promised to make him something today before he left for his linguistics course at noon.
You spend the day munching on leftover breakfast, studying as much as your mushy thinking organ allows. But your thoughts drift back to the monstrum repeatedly that doesn’t call you back or text you again for the remainder of the day and night.
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When you enter the lab the next day, Jungkook is already there, staring at your form entering through his glasses as he manspreads on his seat. You try not to look down, but avert your gaze instead, sitting down in a far corner of the room despite the fact that you’ve sat next to him more often than you can count.
From your peripheral sight, you catch that he’s still staring at you, but you try to focus on your unkempt and idle professor as you slip your arms into your lab coat. Seems like your teacher’s in a bad mood, because he wipes his tired eyes, waving you off nonchalantly before he mutters, “Produce an ointment. Any kind you want. You can work alone or as a duo.”
You learned to make ointments years ago. But okay – at least an easy task that doesn’t require the brainpower you don’t have today.
You decide to work alone – but as it seems, Jungkook has different plans.
From afar, you overhear him decline a girl or two and a boy who offer to get into a group with him; but he utters some convincing excuses and walks over to you instead. You feel him step closer, and your chest tightens.
Your body isn’t a blooming forest – the butterflies need to get the hell out of there.
“How are you?” he asks once you acknowledge him with a nod, putting on his lab coat and gloves before he grabs some ingredients from your hand, dividing the work.
“Good. How are you?”
You looked so fucking hot.
His words repeat in your mind like a broken record – by now, you’ve memorised the tone he whispered them in, the rise and fall of his voice, the casual confidence he put into it.
Shit. You should’ve worn that dress today.
“I’m okay,” he answers, dabbing at his forehead that shines in the slightest sheen of sweat that the summer causes, “was wondering what ointment you’re making.”
You mumble something so quietly that he doesn’t grasp it, and he leans in with furrowed eyebrows, asking again. Raising your voice, you control the volume of your sentence, telling him, “Burns. Against burns.”
His lips form an O before he licks them, tsk-ing and smirking as he states dramatically, “Apply it to my heart then.”
Huh.
“What?”
“Was wondering where you went yesterday.”
Oh. You didn’t think he’d care this much – makes you want to care even more.
“I…”
He interrupts you, waving calmly and reassuringly as he says, “I can totally let it go if you want me to, though. It’s cool, I promise!”
“No, I–” Okay. Stop stuttering. One more stutter and you’d slap yourself in front of him. “I made breakfast for my roommate.”
Jungkook nods as though he knew, his conversing tone jovial and cheerful as he asks, “Your roommate? Namjoon, was it?”
“Yes.”
Jungkook measures the powder used for the ointment, gazing at it carefully and focused. A crease carved between his eyebrows, he looks incredibly sexy, staring over the edge of his glasses, the tip of his tongue peeking out. The coat hugs his body perfectly, and his muscles flex each time he angles his arms.
It’s almost too much.
And then, he leans back, exhaling before he notes, “Damn. If you were my girlfriend, I’d make you breakfast every day.”
“I’m not his girlfriend,” you defend immediately – why, you can’t quite say, “but you knew that.”
“No harm in making sure…”
When his skin brushes yours, you think he’s doing it on purpose. You draw a sharp breath, so sure that he’s decoded your tense and freezing stance – but if he did, he doesn’t say anything. Acts like he’s concentrating on the task on hand while his shoulder keeps bumping against yours lightly.
And soon, he’s looking at you, his hand on the white table, fingers drumming against the handle of the water tap, and starts, “Hey, do you…” He nibbles his lower lip, dimples appearing on his cheeks as deep as your embarrassing nervousness. But he’s being shy. He’s being shy? Again? “Are you doing anything today? After class?”
“Oh,” you voice, not quite expecting his question, though a part of you hoped he’d ask something like this, “why?”
“There’s a place I wanted to show you. A castle kinda thing, and there are super many cherry blossom trees? I thought you might like it there, ‘cause,” he stops for a fleeting second, his tongue dashing along his lower lip, “I remember you once told me it’s your favourite flower.”
You’re baffled beyond imagination – not even your former boyfriends ever remembered, always bringing you a bouquet on Valentine’s day and your birthday, because they ”didn’t really know which one you like most.”
Is Jungkook this observant or is he just the genius you already see him as?
“You still remember that?” you ask, your eyes wide, your lip jutting out.
“Of course. Yeah. They’re my favourite, too.”
I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.
Neruda’s quote has never rung this true – whatever emotions the pink petals inspire in you, they border on cheesy, sappy romance. If Jungkook is anyhow on the same wavelength as you, you might liquefy.
God, you want to say yes. If only to find a pretty tree and make out with him under it. No, scratch that. Just to be in his presence and see what he’s like when he’s not chasing girls. Or complimenting your ass.
“I’d love to, but… I can’t,” you tell him, and his face falls a little, sweet and tender; not the kind of fall that indicates a decreasing ego, but the type that resembles genuine chagrin. “I have to attend this study group with Yeosoo, and… it’s the last session before one of the exams, so…”
“Ah, it’s cool. Don’t sweat it. I just thought I might try.”
“Sorry.”
“All good, cutie,” he says with a wink, returning to your task while your fingers fiddle with the rest of the ingredients, brushing the bottle of oil. “I’ll just keep admiring you from afar in the meantime.”
“You’re…”
Within a moment, his eyes blow wide, his features flinching, and he grabs your hand tight when you take one wrong step. He pulls you closer until your palm is gripping his firm bicep – that you’re sure he flexes when you touch it – and almost falling into him.
You realise too late that he’s saved you from dripping oils that you somehow managed to spill, but his breath against your scalp and his chest against yours create a ferocious and frantic chaos behind your ribs.
In the silence of the moment, you see your classmates watching you, but Jungkook snatches all your remaining attention, his nimble fingers sliding along your waist and settling there to straighten your posture.
With your breath stuck in your throat and blue fire burning behind your cheeks, you apologise bashfully, breathing out the muddled up ball of air. You sit back again, frantically starting to clean up the mess, and the teacher strolls to you lazily just in time. He comes to a halt at the other side of your table; and when he leans in to inspect your progress, you wince.
Your professor doesn’t notice, but you’re perishing inside – the hand on your thigh belonging to a certain someone who’s started explaining how your ointment is doing shakes the last crumbs of sleep away.
He’s the downfall of you. You’ll be writing your will tonight.
A muffled question registers in your brain, and you don’t decipher it as a worried, “Are you okay?” from your professor until Jungkook nudges your arm and tells you the man is speaking to you.
Jungkook draws an endless circle on your skin; then proceeds to touch your knee – and the blood in your face is downright smouldering. You side-eye him for a moment, acting oblivious; attempting your best to answer your teacher’s question appropriately.
But the impish touch of your classmate’s treacherous fingers, sneaking up your leg and to the fabric of your shorts leaves you stuttering over simple words. He’s evidently trying to get back to you for vanishing so abruptly yesterday – who knew Jungkook’s way of punishing someone was this blatant?
You don’t push his hand away, because you don’t want it gone – in fact, you want this lesson to end and pull him into a spare, empty storage room. Want him to fuck you raw until the bottled ingredients clatter to the ground.
But then, he retracts his hand when your professor nods and walks on, and when you breathe a vexed, “Asshole”, he pats your shoulder playfully, his idiotic, silly smirk returning as he says, “Pity that you’re busy this afternoon.”
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He put an extra cautious emphasis on afternoon, stressing the word like he was using it for the first time.
When the doorbell rings near 10 pm, you let your novel fall, crawling off the sofa that you pulled out to a bed and rushing to the wooden entrance. You didn’t expect Namjoon to return home this fast – something must have happened on his little trip.
You ready yourself to mock the life out of him, eager to meet his wasted eyes and listen to his drunk rambling about the night he just experienced. But when you unlock the door and rip it open with your lips curled upwards, you find leaning against the frame… someone entirely else.
Instinctively, your hand descends to the hem of your shirt, covering at least a mere inch of your bare thighs as you stare into Jungkook’s amused face. He cocks an eyebrow at you, and your heart leaps; you act as if you don’t notice that he’s checking you out from head to toe.
You know he lives nearby – but you’re still surprised that he remembered where you live, too.
“What are you doing here?” you question, lowering your voice, focusing intently on keeping your voice steady. For now, you might want to stay very still – you know you’ll stammer if you don’t.
“I wanted to come by and say hi.”
“Are you… are you drunk?”
Jungkook rolls his eyes, leaning in closer as he regards you with a firm gaze and asks, “Do I look drunk to you?”
He makes sure to speak close to your face, and when you take in the scent of his minty breath, devoid of any hint of inebriation, you let your jaw fall shut. You were close to the climax of your book – in fact, you had planned to finish it to start the movie adaptation of it this Friday night.
You were entirely prepared for it: your hair arranged in a messy, cosy bun, your favourite long shirt draped over your body – or at least your torso – with the taste of your favourite ice cream flavour still lingering on your tongue.
You didn���t expect an interruption in the form of… him. But the way he stands there, confident but quiet, smiling at you in a way that should be illegalised and written into every book of law…
What was your novel about again?
“May I come in?” Jungkook asks, peering past you, and you blink once – twice.
Manners have always been your strongest trait, but it seems that Jungkook has turned your brain upside down and replaced coherent thoughts with ones of a clapping monkey toy. You gulp, and then step aside, apologising under your breath.
“No need to be sorry,” he says as he looks around, hands in the pockets of his joggers – oh god, he’s wearing joggers – and his voice low.
There’s a kind of groan in his words, one that usually accompanies his conversational tone; he must not realise what effect it has on people. Or maybe he does. You wouldn’t be surprised if he did.
“Why’re you really here?” you ask again, attempting to sound as polite as possible and not as though you’re scheming to throw him out again. Anytime soon.
“I was thinking of you.”
How is this so easy for him?
He’s leaning down to inspect a vase of yours, for crying out loud – how can he say such things so casually and expect from you to remain relaxed and collected with a steady heartbeat and a mind that doesn’t go into a frenzy and–
“Really?” you question, feigning calmness, hiding that the lower part of your body has entirely different plans.
You step further into the room and watch him scour his pockets as if they’re miles deep, and when he plummets onto your couch/make-shift bed, he’s holding a small plastic canister in his palm. He stretches his arm towards you and you take the object with questions etched between your eyebrows.
Turning the lid, you ask, “What’s that?”
“Open it.” And when you do and understand, recognising the smell and quality, up to par, he smiles, nodding as if to confirm your thoughts and says, “Ointment against burns. In case there’s ever a cooking accident or something!”
Flashing a smile back, you close the canister again, wrapping both your palms around it before you nod and say, “Thank you.”
“No worries.” Jungkook shoots a look at the discarded book, and then back to you, taking in the quietude of the apartment before he wonders, “Where’s Namjoon?”
“Joon’s out with Hobi and some other friends. They went bowling or something.”
“And you didn’t go with?”
You shrug, taking a seat on the other side of the couch, almost as if you’re dodging his emanating aura by putting a distance between you. God knows what you might do if Jeon Jungkook got too close. And after this morning’s events, you’re more nervous than ever before.
“Nah,” you respond, drawing patterns on your couch before flattening a hand over its material, “I’m bad at bowling.”
“That just means you haven’t been often enough.”
“No. Believe me, even Namjoon can confirm that I’m bad at it.”
“I’ll take you there sometime,” he promises, shifting until his body hits the back of the sofa, legs crossed over each other, “I refuse to believe you’re bad with balls.” Your lips part. You silence, looking at him in disbelief – and then, he laughs and adds, “That was a bad one.”
Both your laughter erupts in unison, and his eyes crinkle again when he chuckles, and his tattooed hands are adorned by veins, and his sounds are so soft and sickening and… this is becoming a problem.
As the last bits of your giggles subside, you scratch your jaw, mumbling, “When it comes to that, Namjoon won’t ever make fun of me.”
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“That wasn’t nothing.”
Your cheeks warm when you remember your early days as Namjoon’s roommate, and when a toe-curling memory returns in bits and pieces, a faded grey and dull, you grimace. Licking your lips, you look at Jungkook, attempting to sound casual when you admit, “Just. Well, freshman year, uh. Let’s just say Joon knows I’m… good with balls.”
You gulp the moment you utter the last syllable, and something resembling bafflement flashes across his features. He raises his eyebrows in disbelief, one corner of his lips twitching before his voice, dropping deeper, confesses, “I’d love to be him.”
His eyes are flaming, you think – a hint of possessiveness is dripping from them, and you feel your thoughts somersault as you dare to ask, “Why? You get something all the time.”
“If I was so pumped about just something, I wouldn’t be here.”
You wait.
He makes you restless. Your inner little self is chewing off its nails in your brain, eagerly awaiting his next steps, wondering what’s going through his head. As each second passes, his gaze cracks your mind a little more, and whenever he speaks, you feel pieces of yourself split in half.
You think perhaps he can see the hot air, steaming and cloudy, evaporate right over your head.
In reality, however, his thoughts are at an entirely different place.
Because his gaze is scanning your taut but simultaneously somehow confident demeanour. Brittle in some sense that you sit so far away, uncertain what to do with him or yourself. But your arms are folded beneath your breasts, pushing your tits up as if on purpose, and… he thinks he recognises that you’re not wearing a bra.
Don’t stare like that, he tells himself, but…
Bare legs built to seduce him… ending in the alluring curve of your ass. Your tell-tale shifting on the couch – the one he has experienced so many times with other girls before, a sign for silent yearning. And you’re avoiding his eyes, hands clasped between your thighs, as if to let your body whisper to him what you want him to do without saying a word.
Jungkook’s joggers and heart tighten when he speaks again – and your own heart revolts.
“Can you come closer?”
Your body tenses and your limbs become weightless – but somehow, you still manage to oblige, albeit several seconds later. You want to hum and ask what he wants; there must be some semblance of your irritation and sass left.
Right?
Right?
Jungkook pushes himself off the back of the couch as you draw closer, leaning into you as soon as you plant yourself next to him. You’re so close that his thigh could be touching yours if he killed the distance a little more.
But instead, he opts for something far more fatal: he lifts his hand, looking at you with a smile, and wipes a stray hair strand off your face. His touch is warm on your skin, his fingers soft and pleasant.
You realise he’s staring at the goosebumps on your neck and legs when his smile widens, and he doesn’t give you a moment to settle nor to think when he asks, “Would you wanna go look at cherry blossoms sometime?” His thumb strokes your jaw, and your heart jumps when he adds, “With me.”
You shut your open mouth, nibbling at your lower lip as his eyes follow your action before they dart back to your stare; and you question back, “You really want that?”
“I really want that.” He’s whispering, his pupils flitting to and fro, and you think that even his brain malfunctions for a moment when he finds nothing better to state than, “I think they’re pretty.”
And he thinks they’d look better with you underneath them. Perhaps you’d also realise that he’s not all that bad. Speaking of which.
“I promise I don’t ask this every girl,” he tells you, easing the dozen questions marked between your eyebrows and in your orbs, “I hardly ever go on dates at all, so…” His fingers wander to your chin, then trail along your jaw again, settling under your ear. “So I’d love it if you said yes.”
You’ll pass out. Right here, right now, on the spot, and you hope he catches your form, hope that he knows he’s the cause of your system error.
Is he really–
Damn it, you swore to yourself, you wouldn’t give in. Not to him. But it’s not your fault that he knows his way around words this well, that he can wrap you around his finger like it’s as easy to him as breathing.
Good for him. Because your lungs have apparently forgotten how to operate.
Dizzy and delirious, you manage to speak up, even if your answer contains nothing more but a measly, meek, “Okay.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah…” He moves close enough for your breath to hitch, his own grazing your face before he freezes the blood in your veins. “May I – can I kiss you?” Searching your eyes for defiance without meeting any, he states, “Really kinda wanna kiss you.”
Deep inhales. Deeper exhales. No butterflies flutter in your stomach – a whole jungle roars.
“Yeah.”
And then, with his hand on your face, he leans in, planting his lower lip between your parted ones. His thumb brushes against the apple of your cheek, and he angles his head slightly before his mouth starts to move.
His hand travels down to the small of your back, pulling you closer, and his lips part yours further when his tongue darts out to glide along the seam of your mouth. You hiss, and he swallows the sound immediately, endlessly more eager when your tongue meets his halfway.
A soft moan collides with your own, and before you know it, he’s shifted you half onto his lap. You move keenly, resting your ass on his thigh, and draping an arm around his neck to pull him closer.
Your breathing accelerates when he places his hand on your left inner thigh, prying your legs open, never leaving the heat of your lips. But when you back away, whimpering just a little, you catch his hooded stare for merely a moment before he’s turning you in his grip.
“Fuck, that was…” he whispers, pressing your back against his chest as your legs fall apart and next to each of his reflexively, “the best kiss I ever had.”
His palm touches your knee and then moves up to the hem of your shorts again, his fingers tugging at the knotted strings as you joke, “You’re lying.”
“Believe me… I don’t lie about such things,” he assures, still pulling at the strings, “so hot, and we’ve barely done anything yet…”
Yet.
Goddamn.
He opens the knot and roams your stomach, his mouth caressing your neck as he calls your name and mutters, “May I?” Digits sneak underneath your shorts and touch your pelvis, and an arm wraps around your torso as he adds, “Can I touch you, pretty?”
“I… I’d be mad if you didn’t.”
Jungkook’s chuckle reverberates in your head before his face nuzzles the crook of your neck. Once you grant him permission with another moan, his hands hurry to pull down your shorts and panties in the gentlest way – and when you find yourself bare on his lap, you shut your eyes tightly.
From his point of view, he can’t even admire your pussy properly – but having you spread in his grip, your chest heaving, drives him insane within a moment.
He draws lines on your tummy and your waist, drawing closer to where your cunt aches for him, and when two pads of his fingers press against your clit, you dig your nails into the material of the couch.
“Easy, sweetheart,” he coos, starting to move his fingers in circling motions.
His free hand grabs your jaw and moves your head to the side, allowing him to explore more of your neck and your shoulder. You’re not certain what it is about the movements of his tongue, but his touch lights up one spot after the other. You might be glowing at the end of the night; a burning torch in the dark once the sun has set.
His cock, filling with blood and eagerness, presses against your ass when you squirm in his hold, and he flattens his fingers over your clit before he rubs them along your pussy. He spreads your folds apart, teasing your entrance with the tip of his fingers as he says, “Talk to me.”
But you don’t; you keep wiggling, lifting your shirt, baring your tits – not covered by a bra as deduced. And as he stares, his eyes nearly fall out of their sockets, and the moment you pinch your nipple between your fingers, he plunges his between your aching walls.
“Oh, fuck,” Jungkook mumbles, furrowing his eyebrows when you throw back your head and arch your back. You look divine like this, and he can barely even see your face. “Talk to me, I said.”
“Not… enough.”
“What isn’t?”
He digs his digits in up to their knuckles, impressed by your dripping arousal, and brings his other hand to where he massaged your clit earlier.
“Need your dick… please.”
“Shit, you’re begging already, I–” He shakes his head, kisses a trail up your face, halts at your temple. “All in due time, okay? Lemme just…”
His fingers work skilled and agonisingly around your heat, alternating between slow and fast – and right when the coil in your stomach threatens to dissolve, his hands retract. You let out a breath you were – apparently – holding, and your palms shoot down to your pussy to keep the lack of touch minimal.
“I was gonna–” you exclaim, whining, trying to complete the job he didn’t to not let your approaching high disperse.
But then he grabs your wrist and pulls your arm aside, leaving your pussy begging and screaming as he says, “I know. Not yet.”
With your orgasm fading, you curse under your breath, wrestling out of his grip before he lets you go voluntarily. He brings his inked fingers to your mouth, breaking through the seam of your lips before you register his silent command and start sucking.
You twirl your tongue, collecting saliva, drenching his digits as he praises, “Jesus… you really know how to use this big mouth of yours, huh?”
A combination of hums and moans leaves your throat, sucking for a moment longer before he pulls out again, throwing a cocky “thank you” your way before he’s spreading your spit between your nether lips again.
He remains there for just a moment this time, and then stops, telling you, “You’ve no idea how bad I wanna taste you.”
As if he wasn’t fingerfucking you stupid, your thoughts derail and a power outage shuts your brain. The image of Jungkook eating you out… holding you down…
Where are you? What time is it? What’s your name?
“Got a condom for me, baby?”
Your inner self keysmashes, and your mind goes bbbrrrzzz for a moment before you gather your thoughts, embarrassed and dizzy, and tell him, “My room,” you point at your door behind the couch, “bedside table… second drawer…”
Jungkook plants a tender kiss at the corner of your lips, and then pushes you onto the couch gently. He stands with a giant, fat bulge stretching his joggers, and you ogle at it for a second, half naked, before he brushes a hand through his hair and says, “Take off your clothes. I want you fully naked and on your knees once I’m back.”
Amidst the hazy atmosphere, you somehow find the courage to roll your eyes, and he laughs sweetly, indulging in your cuteness before he walks away. You hurry to drag the shirt over your head, shifting to bend over the arm of the couch as you wait; and before you can do anything more, he’s back, impatient and hurried.
He throws the package next to you, ridding his body of his shirt and his joggers smoothly. You crane your neck to look at him, and lower your torso, lifting your ass until you hear him hiss and remark, “Stop that.”
“Stop what?”
“Pressing your ass into my face, brat.”
“I’m doing no such thing. Just did what you told m–”
A harmless but firm slap rings in your ears, eliciting a gasp out of you as his knees hit the couch. He crawls closer before he pulls his underwear down; and by all deities above, if you’d known what was coming at you, you would’ve started all of this so much sooner.
Because you can’t stop staring. Standing erect and rock hard, his leaking cock inches closer, its sheer length and thickness so overwhelming that you almost turn around and ready yourself to drool around it.
But Jungkook grabs a handful of your ass again, slamming a palm against your flesh before he warns, “Behave, will you? You wanna be able to walk tomorrow, don’t you?”
“I…” you begin, your eyes rolling back when he spits into his hand again and palms your cunt. He shoves his fingers into you once more, curling them for a moment before he pulls out and you continue, “I don’t wanna be able to walk tomorrow.”
“What?”
“Want you to… fuck my brains out,” you admit, pressing your cheek against the sofa arm before you add politely, “please.”
“I… I won’t be able to hold back, if you keep saying that.” A sound of foil ripping echoes through the room; for a moment, it’s silent, but then, he moves closer, the head of his cock prodding your entrance. “I might just wreck your shit.”
You move your ass towards him some more, provoking, “Do to me whatever you wanna, Kook.”
Damn it.
His nickname falling out of your mouth is so ridiculously cute; but the rest of your sentence is coated with coarse vulgarity. 
“Fuck, that filthy mouth of yours… it’s gonna kill me,” Jungkook whispers, holding your hips in place when your movements don’t stop, “stay still for me, baby.”
But you don’t need to stop your hips from provoking him further, because when the tip of his cock pushes in, your body becomes light as a feather, trembling, voiding, as though he punctured the tyre that your torso is. The more he buries of himself, the more you think there can’t be more to fill you up.
Jungkook, however, keeps going, and when he finally stops, he dares to say, “Gonna take it easy, okay?”
And he does – begins with a soft groan that vibrates through the sound waves of the air, his hands still on your waist as he moves in and out slowly. Breathing heavier, you clutch the couch, broken moans falling off your tongue as he fucks you with half his cock still out.
“How’s it feel?” he asks, snapping you out of your daze.
Trapped in a cubicle of carnal lust and yearning, you swallow, muttering, “Good… you can,” you press your lips together when he plunges in again, mewling, “you can go faster.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes… please.”
On second thought, Jungkook wonders if his question was required at all – because you’re sucking him in anyway, a waterfall making a mess of his length, as if the walls of your pussy are dragging him in incessantly.
So he obliges, and his motions change, moving faster and just a little harder. More of his cock disappears into your cunt. His eyes jump to the way your ass adjusts to his ministrations, pressing against his hips; and he squeezes it once, groaning in exasperation before he says, “I’m usually proud of my stamina.”
You let out a shaky exhale, attempting to look at him, and voice, “Huh?”
“Just dunno how long I’ll be,” a sharp thrust and your body reels forward, “able to hold back today… with you.”
He clouds your senses without mercy, and human language becomes a mirage that dissipates whenever you think you’ve found words to utter again. You think you wouldn’t mind being fucked by him for the rest of your life; you wouldn’t even be opposed if he decided to break you in half, if it meant you get to experience one more pounding session with Jeon Jungkook.
He’s still not balls deep inside you until he stops abruptly, taking a second to admire your form; but that second stretches too long for your liking. Keeping your balance by holding onto the couch tighter, you push your ass back, not stopping until you feel skin against yours.
You’re amazed just how easily he slides in; how easily your pussy swallows him, eager to feel every inch of him. And once you start fucking yourself on him harsher and with more force, Jungkook exclaims, “Oh my fucking god.” Waits a little, brushes his damp hair back, blinking before he carries on, “Aren’t we cock hungry?”
“Y-your cock… yes…” You hate stroking his ego, but you can’t detect a single lie in your words. And so, you add, “Feels so good, Jungkook.”
Clenching your jaw, you open your eyes, the door of Namjoon’s room in front of you blurry when you feel tears of pleasure build along your waterline. You whine and cry out, taking him all in. His cock pierces through you with tantalising rubs, and you think that if you’re not careful, you might feel him in your guts all too soon.
“You look good enough to eat, y’know?” Jungkook praises as he watches you engulf his cock whole, hard, fast.
You blend out the sounds coming out of you, ones you’re sure you’ve never heard before, and tell him, “Thanks. I’d love to– to see you too, though.”
Your attempt at leaving him motionless and speechless comes to end when he wraps his palms around your shoulders, hot skin colliding before he slams into you out of nowhere. Once and twice, meeting your actions; and then, he stops as fast as he began, suddenly pulling out and leaving you empty and pulsating.
Another – harsher – slap lands on your ass, and you’re close to buckling and turning around before he pushes your rear up with his hands, leaning down and attaching his lips to your pussy.
His tongue moves in figure eights, the wet muscle, soothing and soft compared to his solid dick, lapping up your juices, gathering extra spit on its surface until the saliva is dripping onto your sofa. He wraps his mouth around your clit, sucking gently and with just the right amount of force.
The groans vibrate through your body, and he whispers unintelligible words that you can’t quite make sense of. You know he’s tilting his head when he pushes your ass cheeks apart some more and digs in further, tasting you thoroughly. He hums deep into your pussy, and only emerges with a smack when your eyes have already rolled back into your head.
“As much as I like your taste,” he then murmurs. You continue to keen and moan, pressing your cheek against the couch, overwhelmed from the sensation; and when he plummets against the back of the sofa, he orders, “Ride me, doll.”
“You know…” you start, meeting his hungry eyes as your quivering limbs carry you closer to him, “on any other day, I’d laugh if you called me that.”
Jungkook laughs before he traps his lip between his teeth, observing your every movement; breathes out deeply when you straddle him. As you plant your hands on his chest, his fingers bring his cock back to your entrance, and he questions quietly, “And today?”
“Today… you could recite the entire periodic table and I’d find you,” you lower yourself onto him, closing your eyes with your tits trapped between your arms, “so fucking sexy.”
“Perhaps… later then, huh? Let’s see which element we make it to.”
Number 8.
Oxygen.
You need oxygen – he’s too smug; too much. You might lose your mind, if you don’t focus.
And so, you smile down onto him, and the lewd mess that you’re living through suddenly becomes a dream to him – admittedly, one that he imagined differently. Not this sudden. Not this good.
He bottoms out each time you fall back onto him, your hips drawing patterns of eight, feet digging into the couch. Your tits bounce with each descend of your body, and you rub your clit against his pelvis any chance you get.
Blissful and lost, your fingers skid along his abs, grazing the ridges, and then come back to his firm chest, sweaty under your touch as you admit, “You’re crazy hot.”
Jungkook’s eyes shimmer at the sudden compliment; he presses into your thighs harder, earning a fierce scraping of your nails against his skin. He’s sure you’re leaving scratch marks – he reckons he’ll probably die when he finds them light red and faded the next day once he glances into the mirror.
With you on top, he shifts a little, gathering his energy in his muscles once more before he places a hand at the nape of your neck and pulls you down to him in a swift motion. His parted lips crash against yours, all teeth and tongue; but the kiss is less a kiss and more a battle for dominance.
Your moans gain on volume when he begins jackhammering into you, arms pressing you down until you’re flush against him. Nearly screaming into his ear, you wrap your fingers in his hair, registering every sweep of his teeth and tongue along your neck as you shriek, “Oh my god, just like that, ple–”
“Such a good girl, being vocal like that… taking me like that,” he drawls, fucking into you powerfully, “my good girl, aren’t you?”
An ocean of rippling desire courses through you like ecstasy, and you scold yourself internally for swallowing the drug that Jungkook is this fast. But who are you to deny that you’ve finally found answers to your hitherto barred questions? Once wondering what exactly makes him so charismatic, so flamingly intriguing… now you know.
Still processing his praises, he pulls your drowning mess out of your vertigo. And then, he flips you over effortlessly, still balls deep inside you as he comes to hover above you. He leans down and catches your nipple between his teeth, alternating between nibbling and crude sucking as his hand fondles with your other breast.
Wet hair falls like a dark curtain around his face, and your nerves go haywire when he pushes into you deep. Pinned against and fucked into the cushions, his mouth on your tits sends a current through your body. Once he emerges, he seeks your gaze, fingers on your jaw as he asks, “How do you feel?”
“I… so much better than… I imagined.”
“Imagined?”
A question mark forms in his eyes, but he smirks vainly, bringing his face to yours until his breath is smogging your mind once again. But then, you revoke your statement, claiming, “It’s nothing.”
He stares at you quietly before he chuckles, still not convinced, and smacks your tit. His hand settles around your neck slowly, carefully as he commands, “Spill.”
You nearly choke on your saliva when he presses into your neck gently, lifting your head. Capitulating, you wail before you confess, “Had a dream… the night we– we matched.”
“Yeah?” Jungkook whispers, his tongue gliding along your lips. “Elaborate.”
“I– wanted you to fuck me so fucking bad, but… you ass never did.”
“Dream Jungkook is a damn jerk then. I would never,” his pounding slows down, his legs tired, and he waits a moment before he continues, “I thought about it, too. Don’t know why but…”
Another pause, significantly longer this time.
“But?”
“Always kinda thought of kissing you in the rain and stuff…”
He murmurs it like he’s embarrassed of the revelation; provides one hard thrust as if to veil his softness behind his devilish actions. But you laugh lightly, still not used to his inked hand around your throat as you tease, “How sappy.”
“I can be, okay?” he argues, his free palm raising your leg up his torso. You hum and call his name as he speaks, faintly hearing, “As in… wanna tell you how gorgeous you look with my fingers around your neck. Like… like a pretty necklace.”
“Romance isn’t dead, huh?”
“Well,” he answers, chuckling before his palm vanishes, holding your hips instead, “I don’t think about kissing in the rain with just anyone.”
“And now…” you breathe, your arms snaking around his neck, “can you kiss me now, too?”
It takes a mere smile and a closing of distance to give in to you, the kiss soft yet messy somehow. Barely any time passes before you’re rubbing your clit and creaming his cock, the orgasm so intense and mind-numbing that your entire body shakes.
Your legs grow weak, your soul ascending – it takes you a moment to open your eyes and look at him again, but when you do, he’s staring at you in admiration. Like he’s seeing you for the first time. And then, he says, “You’re… the fucking hottest girl I’ve ever seen.”
And coming from Jeon Jungkook, this must be the compliment of the century.
Not soon after, his movements become sloppy and unsteady too, and when his voice falls a few octaves, you know what’s happening before he says it, “Gonna come, I–”
He pulls out, ripping the condom off; but before he can jerk himself off, you sit up straight, surprising him pleasantly when you grab his cock and take him into your mouth as much your throat allows. His shaft hits the back and triggers your gag reflex almost immediately, but you don’t falter as you begin to bop your head back and forth.
Your tongue swirls around the smooth skin – and with him already on the edge, it takes barely a minute before his cock twitches and he calls your name. His body shivers, his hand in your hair; one more suck and… you close your eyes.
Breathing through the nose, you swallow every rope of cum he spills inside you, his hips stuttering as much as his voice – and then, he’s done, his chin resting against his chest. Sinking back into the couch, he pulls you with him, chuckling a little as he says, “Now that was. Really unexpected.”
“In a good way, I hope.”
“Are you kidding? In the best way.”
You fall onto his torso softly, placing your hands under your cheek as you look up at him and catch your breath. The room is sex-scented and hot, but the heat doesn’t compare to when Jungkook meets your gaze gently.
He smiles at you, wiggling his eyebrows as if to ask how it’s going; and you laugh, telling him, “That was crazy. Pinch me, so I know it happened.”
You think he’ll oblige, if only to tease you – but instead, he pulls you closer, pecking your lips once as he confirms, “It happened.” He bites into his lower lip, watching your eyelashes fall timidly before he adds, “I… listen, I know what you think of me. And you might be right about most things, but…”
No matter how much confidence he exudes on any other day, he seems to stumble over his words a lot when he’s around you. You wonder what it is today that has him struggling this way.
“But that was a great deal to me,” he continues, gulping, “and I’d like to do it again. Not just fucking you, but like… spending time with you. A genuine date.”
“I believe you,” you finally muster to admit. After the gazes he threw at you, the touches you shared and the words you exchanged… there must be some truth. You reckon he wouldn’t bother to say those things if he was just toying with you. “Where’s that cherry blossom park then?”
“I’ll take you there!” Jungkook chimes optimistically, his arms around you squeezing your body once.
You’re laughing about god knows what and talking about the most obscure topics, bare, sweat-soaked and slightly shuddering. And then, out of the blue, he clicks his tongue, shaking his head as he remarks, “Can’t believe you dreamed of me.”
With heated cheeks, you pout, hiding your face a little before you take it a step further and say, “I also imagined you taking off your glasses and kissing me…”
“When?”
“In uh… class.”
“Woah. That’s not even dreaming anymore.”
“It hasn’t happened that often!” you defend, slapping his firm bicep playfully while joining his delighted, amused snicker.
He pushes you to your back, pinning your wrists to the couch to stop your gentle attacks. His nose brushes yours, his lips a hair’s breadth away as he whispers, “Really not?”
“No.” He cocks an eyebrow, and you shrug. “No! I didn’t!”
“If you say so.”
And then, he’s leaning in more, kissing you gingerly; and when he pulls back, you smile, your eyes falling to the mole on his neck as you say, “By the way. Can I ask you something?”
“Hmm?”
“Would you ever name your car – and if yes, then what?”
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When Monday morning rolls around, you show up in class wearing the dress from last summer. It’s cute and cosy, hugging you at just the right places. He’s right – you should’ve flaunted it and yourself more.
And apparently, he loves it just as much as before, because he grins when you walk in and occupy a free seat two rows behind him. He turns and looks over his shoulder, smiling at you with a slight nod that you return in kind.
His eyes look soft and sweet; his stance relaxed and comfortable – and before he turns back, he takes off his glasses, licks his lips and winks. Shamelessly, intriguingly.
You make a mental note to ask him where the dress looks better; on your body – or on his floor.
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disaster management | j.jk. | one-shot (m)
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An important investor wants to withdraw from a future project at Jeon Security, and you, the company's President, are to handle things before they blow over. A task that would have been easy despite the meeting’s location being the investor’s daughter’s wedding. Only – the presence of your unruly CEO, Jeon Jungkook, by your side the entire night when paired with alcohol… may lead to way bigger disasters than what the two of you can manage.
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pairing: jungkook x reader rating: m (18+) genre: humor | smut | chaebol!au | enemies to lovers!au | ceo!jungkook warnings: swearing + alcohol consumption + sexual tension + reckless decisions under the influence (they're both consenting, just cowards that are helped along by lowered inhibitions) + descriptive making out (ik it sounds weird but i wrote like 1k words of two mouths eating each other, okay?) + neverending banter, they don't even shut up during sex stg + explicit sexual situations (breast play, oral (m), grinding, vaginal fingering, rough sex, penetrative sex, dirty talk, marking, dom!jungkook, switch!reader, jungkook is a Boob Guy™ but he grabs her ass a lot too, strength kink, manhandling, so much teasing, edging, orgasm denial, overstimulation, forced orgasm, cervix penetration, restraints, monopoly on begging, actual begging, a couple of spanks here and there) + semi-public sex + some computer science stuff i made up that may or may not be stupid + life is lonely in chaebol families + reader feels very done with all the fakeu cakeu world + living out lorde’s royals is her dream now <3 word count: 17 k note: she is finally done after two months, she’s double the intended word count and she’s filthier than expected. no really, more than half of this is just smut, i am so sorry 😔✋ this can be read as a standalone, but it comes third in the k&d series’ chronology so reading at least one of the earlier drabbles will definitely be of help!
dedicated ⇝ to @ahundredtimesover​​, mimi the loveliest whose kind words of appreciation for hese characters and this universe have motivated me a lot while writing this! i love you so much, babe. 🥺💖
hope y’all enjoy our most chaotic duo finally resolving some tension between them~ 😩💜
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You don’t like the direction this meeting has taken.
Well, you didn’t like the fact that the company’s Chairman’s wife and your mother decided to visit the head office together, today, in the first place. And then you also didn’t appreciate being asked to make time for this formal-informal chat with the two women. But what you especially detest is Jungkook’s name sliding into this conversion that you thought would only include the responsibilities you were to shoulder at Yoongi’s wedding – both, as the company's President and as the Chairman's best friend's daughter. 
Goddamn it, when will this friendship ever benefit you in any way?
"And so, a member of the Jeon family being in attendance will emphasize our support to Yoongi and make him feel good on his big day, while at the same time, you can present Mister Lim with the updated contract and mend things about Lim Enterprises' interest in your project."
You stare at Mrs. Jeon in confusion. She wants you to talk about the Lims’ investment into Jeon Security’s upcoming project discussed during their daughter's wedding? Her wedding to Jeon Security’s Creative Director? 
Oh.
Of course she does.
Because this wedding is, obviously, happening due to the partnership. 
And you thought Min Yoongi and Lim Nari were in love. Damn, one can never really tell with these rich people, huh? Thank God you never let your mother mold you this way and chose to run away to college immediately after boarding school. She would've turned you into a walking mannequin, like every other girl caught in this social circle is.
Speaking of, the woman who birthed you sits next to Mrs Jeon with a pleased smile, completely in tune with everything being said. It wasn’t even an hour ago when she was lecturing you on how you need to find someone “handsome and suitable” to settle down with, soon, the way Yoongi and Nari have found each other. And now here she is, obviously well aware of the contractual nature of the relationship she was singing praises for. What a woman. How is she your mother?
"Isn't this wedding a bit… too convenient for the company?" you mumble, disgruntled and irritated.
Your mother simply shrugs. "Nothing is ever too convenient in the world of business, baby. You should know that by now."
Right. Yes, you do know that. It just feels – well. It feels disappointing and disheartening that Yoongi's blooming relationship with Nari that you'd all been witnessing for the past couple of months is actually a farce concocted for the company's benefit. Because secretly, what your mom said to you today had been on your mind for a while, too. Some part of you was thinking about how there was still hope for people even in your kind of social circles – hope of someday finding love and happiness. But apparently, even someone as carefree of his familial duties as Min Yoongi can be bound in contracts when need be.
Damn. You all really do live pretty sad lives. Lorde's Royals makes so much more sense now.
"I know that, mom. I just wasn't aware this is a contract wedding," you confess, turning your pout towards Mrs Jeon.
"Oh, no no! No, nothing of the sort! Yoongi and Nari truly love each other!" Mrs. Jeon corrects you with abject horror on her face – and then immediately gives a fond sigh, as if envisioning the said love. Your eyebrows crumple,  leaking the beginning of a scowl; she's a terrible liar. "It was just very lucky that Nari is the Lims' younger daughter."
Lucky. Right. You don't buy that for a second, but you still nod at the Chairman's wife because what else are you supposed to do in front of her? Then you sigh and massage your forehead to focus on the current problem on hand.
"But why do both Jungkook and I have to go?" you protest, this time looking straight at your mother. "I can have the meeting and extend Yoongi congratulations on the company's behalf, by myself."
"Oh, we know you can, honey, but you shouldn't. We cannot let poor Yoongi believe that your attendance is just for business." Your mother raises her eyebrows meaningfully. "He is a valuable member of the company’s family – he must know that the Jeon family supports him on his big day." 
"Which my son's presence there will ensure," Mrs Jeon adds with a smile, and you barely hold back an immediate grimace.
"Alright, so then why can he not give the presentation after he's done…" You purse your lips in distaste, "supporting Yoongi?"
This integrated Firewall-VPN software project is your baby and you won’t trust anyone else in the world with it. But you still throw that proposition out there because for reasons you’d rather not explore, you don’t wanna spend an entire day by Jungkook’s side. 
"You know as well as I do that Jungkook is only smart enough with a computer and not people." Mrs Jeon gives a wary sigh. "He will mess this up if we leave it to him."
For some reason, it doesn't sit right with you that Jungkook's own mother has such a low opinion of him. Granted, the guy does cause more problems than he is capable of resolving, but that is mostly because his dad picked him off a desk job and gave him an Executive position. No one can deny that he’s got unbeatable computer programming skills and is more efficient at picking out coding errors than any software. It’s literally in his resume. That doesn’t quite equate with ‘smart enough with a computer.’ It's his genius.
He definitely massively lacks leadership skills and sincerity, but you've been working with him constantly to make him better at it. And he has improved a great deal from the flirtatious mess he was when his father first brought him in as the company's CEO, two years ago. 
Case in point, Jungkook is still more than competent to give a flawless presentation on your project to secure the contract because he understands it. You know it.
You clear your throat, knowing better than to challenge the Chairman's wife, family friend or not. But you do give a weary sigh.
"So I'm going as his babysitter?"
Your mother chuckles, rolling her eyes. "No, honey. You're going as his date."
And there it is – the inevitable doom you knew you were headed towards, the moment Mrs Jeon started talking about her son. To be very honest, you have been fearing this for months now.
And to be fair, it’s not even her fault. It’s you – you brought this upon yourself. You cursed yourself.
All those months ago in Vegas, it was you who stupidly thanked the universe that you weren’t being being forced to date Jungkook. You feared you would jinx yourself by thinking it up, and you did. Your thought was caught by the universe at the time, which has now finally been sent after you in the form of a curse.
Wait, what the hell are you even thinking about? And why are you not saying anything?
Shaking your head, you try to put on a neutral expression despite the horrors that swim in front of your eyes at the prospect.
"Mom, with all due respect, that sounds like a terrible idea," you eloquently counter your mother's suggestion, successfully concealing the panic that has welled up your throat. "Why can't we just – I don't know, go individually?"
Mrs Jeon titters, waving a manicured hand with zero wrinkles in front of your face. "Come on now, child. We can't make it obvious that you're there on business.  Everything has to look smooth and unplanned."
You stare at the woman. Why has she not taken the company's reins from her husband when she is so amazingly strategic and conniving with handling diplomacy? Or maybe, it actually is her that makes all the decisions and Chairman Jeon just follows her lead.
"You understand, don't you?" the woman continues with raised eyebrows that seem to say more than her mouth does.
Do you? The part about this not being a contract wedding? Not so much. But the part explaining why Jungkook going there along with you will display familial support better? Yeah, you kinda do.
What you absolutely don't get is why you have to go as dates and not colleagues. What will the Lims care if you both go there separately? You doubt Yoongi will have enough time on his hands to even pay attention to all his guests, let alone be bothered by business discussions happening in some corner of the wedding reception. 
So then, what good impression is going as dates to leave upon the Lims? Other than underlining the fact that the company doesn't have any anti workplace romance rules set in place, that is.
God, why is everyday so damn exhausting in this job?
Your sigh of deep, despairing grief isn't even fully released yet, when the man of the hour himself makes his boisterous entry into the room.
"Mom! And Mom!"
The scowl you had barely repressed jumps back up. How childish of you would it be to hug your mother to yourself and tell Jungkook to not call her that? Extremely. More childish than he is, which is the only reason why you refrain from doing so. 
While the guy himself drops his ass on the couch, right in the middle of the two women. "What're we discussing, ladies?"
You roll your eyes so hard, the back of your head hurts. "Your dad's decided to fire you," you tell him with a deadpan, relishing the way shock freezes his face. "I'm taking over the family business, he's made me the heir."
"Wha—I don't—he can't—can he do that? What?"
"She's joking, son, obviously!" Your mother clarifies with a worried pat on a coughing Jungkook's back.
Dressed in a white and blue striped shirt and dark pants, he looks unfairly handsome as always. When he blows out a raspberry in obvious relief from your very realistic joke, your eyes catch the lip-ring he still sports and mind inevitably travels back to Vegas.
You had come so close to kissing him back then. So close. You sat in his lap, felt those firm muscles, talked about less than appropriate stuff, and – nearly kissed those lips of his you can't look away from. God, what would have happened if you hadn't stopped when you did? What would have happened to you two? Between you two? 
The thought, decidedly inappropriate and unfit for workplace ponderings, leaves your stomach in knots. And not from disgust, but something more nerve-wracking. This can't be good. This isn't good.
Jungkook, meanwhile, has recovered from the joke and is now being filled in on the roles you both are to play three days from now. In a stark contrast to your horrified first reaction, he looks giddy at the prospect. Of course he does. You grit your teeth and look away when he waggles his eyebrows at you.
"A date, huh, Prez?" 
You breathe out through your nose, tight and restrained. "Not by choice, Jeon. Never by choice."
While your mothers look on with wide eyes, Jungkook gives a mock gasp and places a hand on his chest – the picture of scandalized. You hate him so fucking much.
"Never say never, Prez! You might end up jinxing it!"
Oh, God, you do not wanna think about jinxes. Maybe the dumbhead has a point for once in his entire brainless existence, though – you're already reaping the rewards of a jinx, you better not trigger another one and—
You bring your chain of thoughts to a screeching halt because wow, isn't this exactly what jinxing is?
"Yeah, whatever, I'm off." 
You brusquely collect your coat from the hook and bag from the table. Bowing to both your mom and Mrs Jeon separately, you lean down to press a kiss to your mother's cheek.
"I'll visit sometime this weekend, mom," you tell the woman with a terse smile. "Tell dad I'll bring him a family pack of those flavored coffee beans he's been obsessing over lately."
She laughs at that, nodding with a very fake roll of her eyes, and you wonder if anything she does has any remaining semblance of organicness at all. Probably not. She's been living this life for twice the years you have, after all.
You stalk out of the room without so much as a glance towards the CEO and of course he can't have that. Groaning when you hear rushed footsteps chasing you into the hallway, you close your eyes and shake your head.
"Not in the mood today, Jeon."
Jungkook, the irritating piece of shit he is, falls in step with you with a smirk so huge on his face that you're able to sense it in your peripheral vision. That prompts another, louder groan from you.
"Stop smirking like an annoying fucker, and leave me alone!"
"Oof, that sailor's mouth!" He gives a small whistle, sliding his hands into his pockets. "I wasn't here to bother you, by the way. For a change."
You snort. "Right."
"What? Really!" He gives a petulant whine, and when you simply keep walking without a word, he sighs. "Look. I'm not super excited about this date-thing, either, okay? I'm a bad – horrible actor, and despite whatever pull exists between us, I cannot forge fond looks and affectionate smiles when I look at you."
You are almost about to nod in agreement – hating yourself for agreeing with the asshole but also kinda relieved that you aren't the only one who hates this – when you suddenly stop. And analyze his words. And then turn to him with a gaping mouth and furrowed brow. He looks back at you innocently and you come this close to punching him in his very boopable nose.
"What the fuck do you mean by whatever pull exists between us?" you hiss at him, subconsciously backing the guy up to the glass wall next to you – one that looks down fifteen floors and gives you vertigo. You don't look away from Jungkook's wide eyes, though, half to intimidate him and half to prevent yourself from getting nauseous. "If you're under some kind of delusion that I actually—"
"I never said it was you," he calmly supplies, interrupting you with a shrug of his shoulders.
And you just gape at him some more, aghast and speechless. Because what? "Jungkook, what on fucking earth are you talking about?"
He winces, turning his face to the right, and the flash of his eyebrow piercing makes you gulp. "Has anyone ever told you you curse too much, Prez?"
"Jungkook," you growl, and the guy raises both his hands up in surrender.
"Okay, relax, I just…" He trails off, and for the first time in your life, you see Jeon Jungkook look unsure of himself. "I just meant… well. Back in Vegas, there was – there was a moment at the club, right? We were close, and—"
"Sir," you interrupt him icily, sweat breaking out on the back of your neck because he was not supposed to remember any of that, "you were really drunk that night. I'm sure whatever you think you remember is far from what actually happened."
A foreign look falls upon his face, one that you cannot exactly interpret but one that makes you want to hide away from his stare. But you don't and instead keep looking at his downturned lips and clouded eyes until they spell out disappointment. And it’s not very encouraging, but it is at least something you can read.
"Besides," you keep going with a tight smile, "it has been close to a year since Vegas. Whatever you think happened there is nothing but a misunderstanding of the distant past, I assure you."
Instant hurt flashes in his eyes, one that he is quick to hide but not quick enough – and you are somewhat ashamed of yourself for building a wall of denial between you two when he was being honest, just because you absolutely cannot get yourself to face what was about to happen in Vegas. Or nearly two years ago, in that elevator, after you saved him from drowning. 
Because Jungkook is your enemy – one that has hated your guts since you two were kids, and prompted you to return the sentiment in kind.
And so you do. Plastering a huge grin on your face, you pat his shoulder with faux tenderness. His jaw clenches and steely gaze lands on your hand.
"And I think we can do without any loving stares, Jeon. It's just a matter of a couple of hours, anyway."
With that you turn away from him and march down the lobby to the elevator, racing into the almost full cubicle, lest you be stuck in the metal box alone with Jungkook again.
As the doors slowly shut, your eyes catch Jungkook’s troubled ones one last time and different levels of your mind spin in concentric circles of confusion, until you just shut your eyes and start to plan out the details you need to change in the contract to get the Lims to agree, this time round.
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Okay, you will be honest – you didn’t expect Yoongi’s wedding would happen at an opera house, of all places. And that too in the evening. How rich are the Mins, exactly? You don’t even know what their family business is, just that Yoongi has no part in it because he has dedicated his loyalties to Jeon Security.
But as you stand on the elaborately rolled out red carpet that leads from the driveway where your limo has stopped, all the way across the stairs and up to the giant entrance to the place, you are in absolute awe. The place is beautiful. The event will surely be memorable for every attendee. If only it was actually a happy wedding and not just signing of a contract, the bride and groom would have been making happy memories as well.
Smile waning at the thought, you turn back towards the car to accept the huge bouquet the driver holds out towards you. Jungkook is meeting you here because you refused to sit with him in the closed space of a car for a two hours ride. Looking around, it doesn't take you long to spot the guy waiting near the entrance.
Partly because you've acquired a superpower of locating him in record time over months of playing babysitter to him and his immature shenanigans– but mostly because he's dressed in yellow. 
Like – top to bottom, sunflower yellow. 
The shirt beneath his yellow jacket has white stripes – because he is obsessed with stripes – but he's even got a pair of sunglasses that are as yellow as the rest of his ensemble and you are ninety percent sure every single person in the vicinity is staring at him. And not for the reasons he obviously seems to believe because he keeps grinning at the passers by and waving when they awkwardly smile.
God, the secondhand embarrassment. Ugh.
You really don't wanna accompany this humanized, inflatable, tube man that is sure to draw attention wherever he goes. Goddamn it.
His gaze lands on you within minutes of you spotting him, and he immediately jogs down the driveway to get to you. You try your hardest but cannot transform your grimace into an affectionate smile fitting for a loving girlfriend.
"Hi, babe!" greets Jungkook, snatching you by the waist into a side hug that ends with his lips on your temple.
You freeze, overwhelmed and shocked – and wondering what kind of oceanic cologne does the guy use; it's heavenly – because as much as you realize you should technically protest to his invasion of your privacy that you didn't previously agree upon, the warmth and solid feel of his body entrapping you feels far from offensive.
Which scares you. A lot.
So you grit your teeth and clench your eyes shut, hissing out, "Step away right now if you don’t want my heels lodged in your fucking knees, Jeon."
He does so, releasing a full belly laugh, but you notice the tightness around his lips and know that he’s putting on a show. Good for him. And his kneecaps.
“You look good,” he tells you with a small smile, which makes him look almost sincere. 
Almost sincere not because you don’t look good – you know you do in your knee length, off-shoulders black dress and matching pumps – but because he is Jeon Jungkook and when is he ever sincere when it comes to you? You give a small sigh and try to smile back.
“Thanks. And you look, uh… yellow.”
Jungkook’s look of pure offense is hilarious and it takes all your self-constraint to not laugh. “I’ll have you know this is all LV. Top to bottom. I did an ad campaign with them last week, and—” He cuts himself off with a huff, shaking your head when you flutter your lashes at him. “Nevermind.”
“You didn’t have to take yellow as an insult, you know,” you mumble, placing the dainty chain of your clutch over a bare shoulder.
Jungkook’s gaze follows the action, lingering a bit on your bare flesh before he meets your gaze again. Something heated reflects in his eyes, the echo of which twirls your gut. You hold back a shiver.
“Did you mean it as a compliment?” comes a mumble from the guy, amusement replacing whatever previously resided in his gaze.
You are about to retort with a did you want me to, when you realize you are treading towards flirting territory and God forbid you ever flirt with the bane of your existence. So you just smirk and let him join the dots, relishing the metaphoric smoke that exits his ears.
“That for me?” Never one to give up, Jungkook flashes you an irritating smile the next moment and points at the gigantic bouquet in your hand.
Even your deadpan doesn’t phase him; what the heck is he made of? Sighing, you roll your eyes and paste on the biggest grin you can muster on your face. “Can we just go, babe?”
Eyebrows shooting up at your greeting, Jungkook nods at you with a smirk, offering you his arm to take. 
And up the red carpet you both walk. There’s some paparazzi stationed opposite the building’s entrance as well, so you pause and pose for a second before finally entering the venue. 
The place is swathed in light strobes, flowers and curtains, everything in gold and white. You slowly turn to look at Jungkook. He blends right into the surroundings. You cannot help the snort that escapes you when he camouflages with a table. His surprised eyes question you but you simply shake your head and walk on, handing over the bouquet to the guy collecting everyone’s gifts for the bride and groom, and then find yourself a place to sit. By some lucky twist of fate, Jungkook spots a friend and ends up hanging out with the guy, giving you enough time to breathe.
To your surprise and utter horror, though, you find your gaze jumping back to him every few minutes. You want to play it off as being wary of what he might get up to when left unsupervised, but you don’t wanna lie to yourself. Because you know your staring has something to do with the way his suit jacket molds over his broad shoulders and cinched waist. Interestingly, the color looks less and less offensive and more refreshing as time goes on.
Soon after, Yoongi steps up the altar in a crisp tuxedo, looking handsome and as put together as you have never seen him do before at the office. And then Nari walks down the aisle in a white dress that is more frills and tulle than actual fabric, grinning from ear to ear.
And – okay. They both grin at each other with barely contained giddiness. Are they that good of actors or… maybe… they really are in love, huh? Mrs Jeon did say so. You didn’t believe it then, but looking at the newly wed couple kissing like teenagers on their prom, you are starting to.
But that is all of little importance to you because while the entire audience is moving to the reception hall, you are sneaking up to the room next to the bride's and texting your driver to bring the files up to the suite.
It’s showtime.
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How many shots are too many shots at a co-worker’s wedding you’re attending for official purposes? You wish someone would tell you so you can stop before you overdo it. 
But maybe you have already overdone it? But then again, can you really be blamed? After all the pain you went through to edit and re-edit the renewed terms of the contract with the Lims, spending sleepless nights mulling them over, and giving a flawless presentation to the owners – what do you receive in response?
We’ll think about it.
They said they'll think about it.
They’ll fucking think about it.
They—
For fuck’s sake! Everyone who knows the world of business knows that taking time to think is as good as saying no. 
The Lims are essentially saying no – no to all your hard work of not just the past few days, but the past few months that you’ve spent working on this project for. This is why you shouldn’t get emotionally attached to your work. No one in your company is gonna cry over a failed risky integration of two services that you provide as a cyber security company. But here you are, attempting to drink your weight in Tequila.
Fuck Mr Lim and his gangly skeleton of a wife. Fuck everything, in fact.
You're downing shot number too-fucking-many-but-still-not-enough when a buzzing from your phone alerts you. Realizing you can still read the tiny ass text clearly, you ask the bartender for another round. 
But then you freeze because shit – in your frustrations with the Lims, you forgot you came here with a certain menace that you shouldn't have let out of your sight for so long. And now his mother is texting you with something that is making your blood pressure spike through the roof.
Mrs Jeon Honey, is everything alright there? I just received a call from Mrs Lim. She told me Jungkook served them some promising facts that have made them change their mind.
Honey, did they say no to you at first? Why did Jungkook talk to them?
Why indeed.
You're just in the process of typing a response when another message arrives – this one freezing the blood in your veins.
Anyways, she wishes to see you again and is looking for you. Better go see her and seal the deal, okay? 
I am off to sleep now so I won't check my phone anymore. Good luck and good night, honey.
What the actual fuck?
Mrs Lim wants to see you again? When you’ve torn your hairdo apart, smudged all your make-up and can barely count your fingers?
Why, why are you always so fucking out of luck?
Why, because of fucking Jungkook, of course! Had he not gone ahead and done… whatever he did with the Lims, you would have drank your sorrows away in peace and went back home a zombie.
But now you have to break your drinking marathon and go see a fucking investor! You can't do this. If you go see the woman when you look an hour away from death, she will most definitely change her mind again and most definitely inform Mrs Jeon of what she witnessed.
No, you can't see her.
Furious at Jungkook for meddling without informing you – despite its possibly favorable outcome – and at yourself for drowning in alcohol so badly that you forgot about the dude's very presence here, you leave the next glass untouched and ring Jungkook up.
He picks up on the third ring, a lilting, “Hey, Prez!" screeched into your ear.
Oh, this is not good. This is not good at all.
He is drunk, too.
"Jeon Jungkook," you hiss, teeth grinding so hard, your jaw aches, "where the fuck are you?"
"I, uh… having a celebratory drink with Yoongi.” Lowering his voice as if to shield it from his company, he adds, “Mom insisted that I have a drink with him. Is everything okay, Prez?" 
His voice sounds less slurred and more absent-minded and you wonder if he's perhaps less drunk than you and would be presentable to Mrs Lim?
"No, everything's not okay," you grunt with your fingers pressed to your pounding forehead. "What the heck did you say to Mrs Lim?"
"Wha—wait… She said she was on board! Noooo, did she change her mind again?" he whines into the phone and you wince again.
Nope, he's possibly more drunk than you are.
Fuck your life in the ass.
"She didn't change her mind, she just wants to cement it. By meeting me again."
"Oh! Hey, that's cool!" He suddenly chuckles. "You can thank me later, Prez, when I tell you the exact string I pulled, yeah?"
Wait – string? Pulled? Why does it sound lewd?
Probably because it is so. You're dealing with Jeon Jungkook – casanova extraordinaire, after all. He may have become subdued and more focused on work but you never truly believed he had changed.
You hate the way disappointment blooms in your chest, overtaking all the tension, anger and frustration you felt earlier. And it makes no sense, because why should you care what he does with his private life? He's become damn good at his job and he really just proved that again, didn't he? What does it matter to you what means he used to get the work done?
It shouldn't. It honestly shouldn't.
But the thing is – it does. And it makes you angrier than before.
"Right. Spare me the gross details, please, and just tell me you're sober enough to talk to the woman?" you ask him with a sigh, proud of how controlled your voice is.
But Jungkook gives a dramatic gasp. "I can barely read the letters on my phone, Prez! I'm not sober enough to talk to you, let alone talk to her!"
"Jeon…" You release a whining sob of despair. "You said you were having a celebratory drink with Yoongi!”
“Well, I meant after I’d had a good share of solo fun!”
“Why the fuck were you having solo fun in the first place?"
"I was celebrating! Why did you drink so much?"
"I was mourning!"
"But the deal was a success!"
"You never told me!"
There's silence and heavy breaths for a few extended moments, and then you whine again.
"Jeon, come on, man! I'll have to hide in a fucking closet so she doesn't find me!"
Jungkook gasps again. Dramatic bitch. "No, you know what? Excellent idea!"
You scowl into space. "What?"
"Yeah! Let's – let's hide! Disappear from plain sight, hide somewhere and later tell her we looked everywhere but couldn't find her! For all we care about, we sealed the deal on our end, right? And she never told me she wanted to meet again! We’ll ask Yoongi to vouch for us —” 
He cuts himself off and you hear a muffled, “right?" followed by what sounds like Yoongi’s wordless acceptance.
What the hell is Jungkook doing? And why is it sounding like a good idea?
"Yeah, Yoongi’s on board! You find the nearest closed space to you, Prez, and I'm gonna jump into this coat closet in my direct line of sight, okay?" Jungkook continues, a desperate undertone to his words, and you sputter.
Really? You're gonna – hide?
This is so fucking ridiculous! But also so fucking genius. No one’s fault if you’d already left the venue, right? Mrs Lim doesn’t have to know that you were drinking your sorrows away at the open bar or that Mrs Jeon wanted Jungkook to share a drink with Yoongi. 
Nodding quickly, you breathe out. "Okay, okay, yeah. Let's do it. I, uh… I can see a pair of doors and I'm gonna slide past ’em. Text me when you're situated, okay?"
"Yeah, you too! Good luck!"
Disconnecting the call, you march up to the doors to the side of the elaborate ballroom, an eye over your shoulders to check if a particularly gangly woman with more makeup than she has skin is nearby. Coming up empty, you stealthily open the ornate doors which happen to lead to a changing room probably meant for the opera performers. You walk into the semi-dark space, thanking God it's daytime and this place has ventilators to let some sunlight in. Spotting the back of a sofa nearby, you rush towards it—
And let out a squeak on finding it already housing a human presence.
Squinting, you give a loud gasp. "Jungkook? I thought you were jumping into a coat closet!"
He has a bottle of Smirnoff in his hand and his sunglasses have been shoved up to his hair. He's also lost his jacket and sits here in just his yellow and white striped shirt, sleeves rolled up to display his tattoos and corded muscles. Dear God. He looks really fucking good.
"I was! I did! Thought this was a coat closet!" he tells you, indignant, and points at a door next to his seat. "I came in through that! Where did you come from?"
You jerk a thumb over your shoulder. "A door back there. This is apparently some backstage room. And wow, you really brought a bottle along?"
He has the decency to look sheepish. "I figured I wasn't leaving this place till the party was over. Brought in something to pass time."
You have to admit, it's a good thing he did. Snatching the object from his hand, you brace yourself for the liquid fire that is housed in the glass container and then take a few successive gulps. 
"Argh!" you groan at the burn, eyes watering at the pain the vodka leaves on its way down your throat. But then you exhale and allow yourself a smile. "Ah. That felt good."
Jungkook is blinking up at you with wide eyes when you finally look at him again, and rolling your own, you prod at his shoulder to shift him so that you can fit yourself on the piece of furniture as well. On closer inspection, this looks like a loveseat. It's small but cozy, and even though your entire left side is plastered to Jungkook's entire right side, both your asses have enough space to comfortably rest on the cushy cushion.
Relaxing into the seat, you tip your head past its back, sighing. Then you turn your gaze to your companion – finding him still gaping at you. You snort at his expressions of disgust mingled wonder.
"What?"
"Nothing, just… Don't think I've ever seen you relaxed before." A dimple appears on his cheek as he shrugs with a half smile and turns to take a swig from the bottle.
You can't move your gaze from the way his Adam's apple bobs, sweat collecting on the back of your neck. Clearing your throat to ground yourself, you give a wry chuckle.
"Yeah, because we're co-workers and I'm a professional. I don't have orgies in the company pool or decide to get fifty piercings and alcohol poisoning on a business trip," you tease him, a smirk ticking up your cheek.
He looks back with a smirk of his own, head lowered and stare heavy from beneath his solid, shapely brows – one of which looks sinfully sexy with the barbel he's fitted through it. Maybe not as sexy as his heated stare, which youneed to look away from.
You instantly flutter your lids and move your gaze to the bottle in his hand, gesturing for him to hand it to you. Even his hands look sexy, though, and it is with extreme difficulty that you divert your focus on drinking and not drooling over your enemy.
Back and forth you both go, sipping at gut melting, strong vodka in companionable silence. 
It's embarrassing how attracted you are to him. They do say there's a fine line between love and hate – lust and hate, in your case – and the mild inebriation in you is making you wonder, hypothetically, what it would be like if you were to cross that line. If you were to put aside how your brain feels about Jeon Jungkook and let your pussy do the thinking.
The very thought makes you shudder, something which doesn't go unnoticed by Jungkook. His hand pauses in the process of extracting the bottle from you.
"You okay?" he mumbles, sounding more suspicious than concerned.
You try to play it off by exhaling and leaning back in the loveseat. "Yeah, I'm fine. Maybe I should go lighter with the alcohol, though, I've already had too many shots…"
He simply hums, this time refraining from passing you the bottle as he takes some consecutive sips. Then he clears his throat, and even if he wasn't fidgeting like a fish the way he is, you'd have known he wants to say something because his stare burns at the side of your head.
With a groaned inhale, you straighten up and raise your eyebrows at his hesitant expression. "What?"
He visibly and audibly gulps, but then decides to frown as if in confusion. "What?" 
You roll your eyes. "You obviously wanna say something. What is it?"
"How do you—"
"Jeon."
"Okay." You keep looking at him expectantly, and he stares back. Then he exhales and rubs a hand over the back of his neck. “I remember what happened in Vegas.”
You freeze in your place, breathing broken, eyes widened and heart skipping a couple of beats. And it’s ridiculous, because nothing even really happened in Vegas. Jungkook got piss drunk, you went to pick him up from the club, where you awakened him from drunken unconsciousness and somehow ended up in his lap – and somehow leaned in to kiss him because you weren’t thinking straight. But the spell was broken in all of three minutes when Junkook’s bodyguards arrived and took his unconscious ass back to his hotel room. You proceeded to remind yourself of the hatred between you both, and all was well. 
He literally passed out immediately after. How the heck can he remember a thing?
“Why didn’t you let me kiss you?”
Oh, God, he really remembers. But why the fuck is he talking about it now? You turn to meet his gaze, only to suck in a sharp breath when you find it hot and dark and charged with something you’re scared to name. His words sounded heavy but his stare weighs a ton more, especially when you realize he has turned to sit sideways and now faces you completely. You have nowhere to escape.
“I…”
“Why do you never let me kiss you?”
Okay, yeah, now your mind is definitely spinning. Swallowing past your dry throat, you lean a bit backwards but are stopped by the armrest behind you. And so you sit very still – anticipatory and unbelieving – as Jungkook closes the distance between you two until he’s breathing your air.
“Say something, Prez,” he murmurs softly, but the gust of air that escapes him brushes against your lips all the same.
You tremble. “I… I don’t know what youre talking about…? You don’t know what you’re talking about…”
That was the wrong thing to say – fuck, because now he’s smirking and both his arms are trapping you against him as he places his hands on the armrest behind you. His thumbs brush against your waist, and despite the thick fabric of your dress, you cannot hold back the way your body jumps at the touch.
Jungkook’s smirk turns wicked. “Oh, but I do know… First when you saved me from drowning. And then in Vegas… I really wanted to kiss you, you know? And I know you wanted me to as well.”
You have no words to retaliate, his proximity and constantly darkening eyes stealing all coherent thoughts from you. All thoughts, that is, other than plain negation of whatever he says, which is why you lamely stutter out a weak, “N–no. You’re wrong… I didn’t want you to.”
Amusement spills across his face and he leans closer, this time causing his chest to brush against yours, making your nipples harden beneath the dual layer of clothing you wear. Can he feel them? You hope he cannot, but the way he slowly bites his lip and releases it makes you think otherwise. It also makes you wanna bite that lip yourself, but that is counterproductive to the claims you’re making, so you look up into his eyes again.
“And why is that?” he asks you in a very soft whisper, looking moments away from attacking your mouth.
You don’t think you will stop him.
“Be–because I don’t like you?” It comes out as a dumb question instead of a solid statement, and you hold back your wince when Jungkook’s lips tilt in mirth.
“Yeah? Well, who said you have to like someone to want to kiss them?”
Blinking in confusion, you recognize that there's something fundamentally very wrong with that sentence. But your stare somehow drops to his ripe, cherry red lips with that tease of a silver ring glinting in the bottom one, and the urge to taste it overpowers every other thought you could have had. Oh God, you're gonna fucking die. 
You inhale deeply to ground yourself, filling your chest up with Jungkook’s clear scent that has been heavily tinged with vodka now, and some clarity hits you. This is Jungkook – Jeon Jungkook, your mortal enemy, that you have wanted to strangle on more than one occasion. 
But as you breathe deeper, blink and look into his eyes again, you realize that right in this moment, he is also Jeon Jungkook – the guy you've wanted to climb on top of on more than one occasion. Your inhibitions are loosened enough for you to admit to yourself that you've wanted to press yourself against his huge, muscled torso, and have his crazily veined, tattooed hands dig into your flesh. That you've wanted him all over you.
That you've wanted him to ruin you.
And that you do wanna kiss him like nothing you’ve ever wanted, right now. Your pussy overtakes your brain to make decisions for you, and you close your eyes.
Jungkook takes the cue immediately and erases all the space between you both, torso pressing up tightly against you and lips hovering right above yours, so close you can feel the ghost of their touch. You clench your eyes tighter when he still doesn't make contact, a tiny whimper gurgling in your throat.
“Jungkook,” you breathe, urgent and tight because every little motion of your lips makes them brush against his and you want more. “Kiss me…”
His groan echoes around you both, followed by a stifled curse that you’re too delirious to decipher. “Your wish is my command, Prez…”
And then his lips touch yours, more delicately than you thought they would, but you melt all the same. Maybe you melt because his touch is so soft. Both your hands brace upon his broad shoulders, your only buoy to save you from drowning, and you kiss him back with an eagerness that surpasses his tender motions. 
He reacts with a grunt and grips onto your waist tighter to reciprocate in kind – and here comes the vigor you anticipated. Now his lips glide over yours in harsh tracks, forcing a moan out of your throat. The heat from his body swathes you completely, making perspiration rise to every inch of your skin. His strong fingers push into the flesh of your waist with a strength that dizzies you, more so when they start to move in a dizzying massage, going across the small of your back until both his palms are cupped around your ass. Then he gives a firm squeeze, and you gasp.
“Fuck!”
Pulling away but still breathing your air, Jungkook nudges his nose against yours, greeting you with a smirk when you open your eyes. You’re immediately turning warm all over. 
“Don’t think I’ve ever seen you blush, Prez,” he murmurs against your mouth, amused, shiny eyes staring into yours and tilted, glossy lips pressing against yours again. “It’s so fucking cute…”
You’re about to tell him that it’s because he’s never grabbed your ass before, but he immediately twirls your brain around in another kiss, this one heavier and deeper. His tongue licks at your lips even as you’ve already parted them, tempting you, teasing you, until you’re groaning in protest. It is only after a whimper of irritation from you that he slides the wet muscle into your mouth. Your moan of satisfaction melts into his hum of approval, and you grab onto the back of his shirt's collar to tangle your tongue with his, tasting the chocolate and vodka flavored warmth of his mouth to your heart’s content. You give as you receive, pushing back against his assertive kisses, never one to let a guy take the upper hand that easily, until your lungs start to burn with the loss of oxygen.
But before you can pull away, you feel his fingers digging into your asscheeks harshly – almost painfully – and the next moment, Jungkook is lifting you off the loveseat's cushion and placing you in his lap, slowly breaking the kiss. Your thighs frame his as he pulls you to him, your heated center lining up against the zipper on his pants perfectly, and damn but the bulge you feel beneath you has you driven crazy with want. 
It is with an extreme amount of self-control that you hold yourself back from moving your hips and instead focus on opening your eyes. You’re prepared to continue the back and forth that never stops between you two when your eyelids flutter to allow you to peer into his heavy lidded ones, but you are stopped by the look in them.
Not a single trace of mockery or an oncoming sly remark. All you find is wonder – that you believe is reflected in your own eyes – and a layer of confusion.
As if he cannot believe how amazing that kiss was. Well, you share that sentiment if the wetness between your thighs is anything to go by. This close to him, his oceanic scent fills up your lungs with every quick, little breath you take, and you can feel a droplet of sweat trailing down the middle of your back.
And just like that, the sharp lines that have always demarcated who Jungkook has been to you and what you should or should not do with him start to smudge.
What was it that you thought in Vegas? If you ever end up kissing Jungkook, you’d either have to die or kill him?
Well you obviously didn’t account for how incredibly amazing it would feel to kiss the man when you declared that. You’re gonna have to scratch the declaration, naturally, because you definitely don’t wanna kill anybody, right now. You just want to kiss Jungkook – continue kissing him, without any ominous clouds of  implications and consequences hovering anywhere near you.
Which is why you bring your mouth down to his own in another, more searing kiss, coaxing a throaty moan out of him when your tongue flicks at the ring pierced through his bottom lip. As you travel further and lick a path across the back of his teeth, the cold metal of the jewelry presses into your heated skin, a sexy reminder of how unbelievably hot the guy you’re kissing actually is.
While your fingers busy themselves in carding through his hair to position his head the way you would like it to be, Jungkook's hands slowly travel down your legs, and then back upwards, beneath your dress, tracing your thighs and reaching up to your waist. His knuckles slowly flutter across the span of your stomach, encircling your belly button. 
Breath hitching at the arousal that floods out of you at the tender touch, you run your hands down the front of his shirt and tug it up, separating from his mouth to pull the thing off without bothering to unbutton it. The sleeveless, black undershirt he wears surprises you, but the broad, muscular shoulders and thick biceps you have bared have drool collecting in your mouth. Not to mention the intricate inking one of his arm houses. 
Fuck, he’s seriously so fucking sexy.
Jungkook's hands decide to retribute while you're distracted by his arms, coming up to yank at the off-shoulders neckline of your dress, pulling it off your breasts to have it pool at your waist, without unzipping it. He might’ve ruined the fabric, but you can’t find it in yourself to speak a word of protest when you find his mesmerized gaze fixed upon your heaving chest that is encased in a strapless bra. 
Thickly swallowing, you attempt to control your breathing, but the way his expanded pupils travel over every inch of your exposed flesh makes all processing in your brain just come to a halt. And then his hand reaches for the bra, two fingers sliding between the cloth and your skin. Your body convulses at the sensation, lips parting and breathing picking up even more.
His eyes meet yours in a silent question, which you answer with a frantic nod and digging your nails into his shoulders.
Jungkook tugs at the cloth, pulling it down to join your dress at your waist in one, firm motion, and as your breasts jump free, a responsive curse is hissed out through his lips.
"You're so fucking sexy, Prez," he lowly grunts, snaking a hand behind your back to press in the middle of your shoulder blades, and then pulls you in to wrap his lips around one of the peaks, just as his free hand closes over the other.
A muted cry escapes you, broken and whimpered, the warmth of his mouth and the softness of his tongue against your nipple feels so amazing. As his hand fondles the other breast, pleasure expands through your veins, tapering down to collect at the juncture of your thighs. Every movement of his is this perfect coalition of tender and rough, all in the right amounts.
“Fuck,” you hiss out, eyes screwed shut and lower lip trapped between your teeth when he pulls you closer, opening his mouth wider to suck on your flesh. “Jungkook, that’s – fuck, that feels so good…”
His teeth come in to work on your sensitive skin and tongue flicks at your nipple, making your hold on him tighter by the second. He switches sides, leaving your bruised nipple to attack the unattended one with the same urgency. 
Gasping for breath, you rake your nails over the back of his neck, barely open eyes catching the wisps of the back tattoo he got in Vegas, and you rush to clench your fists into his undershirt, needing it off of his body. He makes a sound of surprise against your boob before pulling back with a wet smack, and meets your hooded eyes with his own.
“Something wrong, baby?”
Fuck. Who allowed him to call you that? In that husky fucking baritone? And who allowed you to whimper at the sound?
Jungkook’s palm slides from your back to join his other hand on your breasts and he looks straight into your eyes as he massages the two mounds, pushing them together and squeezing them roughly. He pinches the thumb and forefinger of both his hands to pluck at your nipples at the same time, and your body gives a helpless shudder of saturated pleasure. Holy fuck, this guy is driving you insane.
“Take… take this off,” y0u manage to murmur in the middle of his ministrations, tugging at the black garment that you’ve already lifted up to his chest. “Off,” you grunt, prompting him to separate his hands from your body while you quickly pull the clothing off his torso.
Shakily, your eyes scan the contours and planes of his body that you’ve seen on so many occasions before but never ever in one as intimate as this. Tentatively, your hands reach for his skin. It is deliciously warm, the underlying muscle feels as firm as it looks. 
Breathing ragged and too loud in this quiet space, you meet Jungkook’s lidded eyes. His own exhales echo around you both, hot and heavily weighed down by anticipation. You glide your palm down his pecs to the chiseled set of abs you can see heaving with every breath he takes, nails raking against the defined cut of his v-line.
You’re not just at the peak of your arousal, you’re also caught in absolute awe.
Every inch of him is so beautiful, all the way from his sculpted body to his delicate face. His round eyes and his sharp nose. And those thin but luscious lips. Damn. His lips, red and glistening, that are currently parting and moving closer to you – and then latching straight onto yours.
You groan into his mouth, surprised but incredibly turned on by the kiss, and he echoes the sound back to you, wrapping both his arms around your body to plaster you to him. Fuck, the feel of his hard chest against your breasts makes your body heat up with a fire you haven’t felt in a long time. Your hands wrap around his neck and shoulders, holding him as close to you as physically possible as you follow his lead into the kiss, letting his teeth drag against your tongue, sucking on it before digging into your bottom lip.
In small motions, Jungkook begins to guide your hips to move over his. The straining hardness you felt when you sat in his lap has transformed into a raging erection, one that pushes perfectly against your throbbing heat with every roll you make on top of it, pushing you a little more towards delirium.
One of Jungkook’s hands wanders again, down your back and past the waistband of your panties, glides over the bare skin of your ass, to reach where you need him the most.
“Is this okay?” he rumbles into your mouth, pulling back to press wet kisses around your lips, down to your chin. “Can I touch you?”
And you just nod, breathing out a repetitive stream of ‘yes’s while he licks a path down your neck to suck on a spot beneath your collarbones. 
His fingers delicately trace the wet, outer flesh of your closed pussy lips. Until your hips move again and they are spread by the pressure you put on them, helping him reach your slit with a muffled groan. You can barely breath past the overwhelming cloud of pleasure that swells up in you. 
“Fuck, fuck, you’re so fucking wet,” he hums with his face pressed aainst your boobs and exhales. “Wanna taste you so bad…”
He pulls his fingers back with that, popping each one of them into his mouth to lick them clean with his eyes shut in euphoria. And as you watch him, your mouth gaping and pussy literally flooding because of how irresistible he is, you decide you’ve had enough of just feeling his length.
Your hands work on the button and zipper of his jeans, determination and adrenaline driving you as you quickly ask him, “Can I take this off?”
“Oh, yes please…”
The eager elation in his voice pulls a chuckle out of you and you meet his wide eyes with a fond gaze. “You’re kinda cute too when you’re not being annoying, you know?”
You leave him snorting at your words and slip off him to kneel between his legs, moving your hands in a flurry to free his length. And, oh God, when it springs free of the confines, you kinda begin to understand where he gets his cocky attitude from. 
He gets it from his cock, yep.
The shaft is long, veiny and girthy, the perfect seat you'd like to hop onto very very soon. But before that you wanna taste it, so you think about it for two and a half seconds before wrapping both your palms around him. Using the precum he has dripping down his length as lubrication, you run your hands along the heated, velvety skin, moaning when you feel him hardening further.
Jungkook huffs out very controlled gusts of breath, mingled with dilute curses, but you can see he is making an effort to muffle himself. And something in you wants him to lose that control. You look up at his slitted eyes and hold eye contact when you finally lower your lips to the mushroom head of his cock, letting your tongue trace the tip, taking in the salty remnants of his precum, before you wrap your lips fully around him. His lip ring glints against the white of his teeth as Jungkook chews the heck out of his bottom lip, his hips stuttering in losing self-restraint when you sink your mouth on him, running your tongue along the surface of his cock and going deeper and deeperyet until he meets the back of your throat.
And right there – his control snaps and both of Jungkook’s hands rush to hold onto either side of your head. “Shit, shit – so fucking good!”
Adequately pleased, you allow your eyes to drift shut and hollow your cheeks to really get to work, sucking him off the way a dick as beautiful as his deserves to be sucked. 
The scent of sex fills up around you, the air turning hot and humid with the combined heavy breathing of the two of you. You relentlessly bob your head on him, breathing through your nose and curbing your gag reflex as best as you can.
Jungkook alternates between high pitched groans and then some really low grunts in response, making your arousal literally drip onto the floor. The sounds are so delicious, they make you redouble your efforts. 
He deserves to fuck your throat. 
You wrap a hand around his base, moving it along with your head, and finish off with a harsh suckle every time you get to the tip. When Jungkook's groans turn to whimpers, you take your hand away and plunge him deep into your throat, allowing the head to slip into the narrow channel, cutting your breathing off. 
"Baby!" Jungkook suddenly screeches while you're licking up his length and preparing to go again.
You respond with a hum and draw in a breath to work on quick pulses, pushing his cock into your throat in quick successions.
Jungkook's hands immediately grab onto your head and tear you off of him. Confused and delirious, you blink at him through tears. "Wha…?"
"Too much, fuck, that’s t–too much… Come here,” he explains after a series of hitches in his breath. "Wanna fuck your pussy before I come…"
You smack your lips, looking up at him with a half smile that morphs into a smirk when you find him shaking his head at you in what looks like astonishment. You rise a little bit pause before you can get up, instead leaning over his body to plant some much needed kisses on the contours of his abs. He hisses out a curse when your teeth come out to play, and when you feel his flesh jump at a particularly sharp bite, you immediately soothe it with your tongue.
"Come up here, Prez," he murmurs around a groan, tugging at your arm, but you stay licking the ridges up his body.
Finally, Jungkook tugs at both of your wrists to drag you up his fram and locks them behind his neck. Slowly and silently folding your legs around his, you meet his crazed, dilated eyes, and lower your clothed pussy onto his bare length. Despite the damp cotton of your panties sticking to your wet flesh, you feel every vein in his throbbing length pressing up against you. 
It feels heavenly. But you need more.
“Jungkook,” you quickly mumble, unable to hold still with the way your clit keeps brushing against him with every move.
He pulls his gaze away from your boobs to meet your eyes in question, before one of his hands is wrapping around your waist to tug you closer. “Yeah?”
The motion rubs his cock against your pussy more firmly, eliciting a gasping whine out of you. Jungkook hums in satisfaction, leisurely brushing your hair off a shoulder to lean down to plant hot, open-mouthed kisses along your flesh.
“Need you to fuck me, Jungkook…”
He nods against your neck and rakes his teeth against your sensitive skin, breathing out a quiet, “I’ve got a condom in the back pocket of my pants.”
You reach out just as he lifts himself up a little to help you access the pocket – and then you pause. Lean back. Meet his confused gaze with a cocked eyebrow. 
“You came to Yoongi’s wedding… with a condom?”
The way his cheeks flood with red would make you laugh out loud if it weren’t for the mess you are currently making on his dick. “I…”
He’s really foundering. You narrow your eyes at him, not because you’re offended – you’re way too turned on to be thinking of that, right now – but because you never realized how fun it is to fluster Jungkook, always having been on the receiving side of the teasing between you two. 
Clicking your tongue, you slowly shake your head in faux disappointment. “A total fuckboy, huh?”
That makes Jungkook scowl at you. “Hey, at least I practice safe sex. You should be appreciative given the position you’re in.” 
He gives his hips a jerk to emphasize the exact position he mentioned, and a breathy moan tumbles out of you at the friction, unbidden. 
Shit, yeah, maybe he’s right. 
But you don’t like the characteristic cocky smirk he throws your way at your reaction – however justified might it be – so you snap back with a, “I can very easily remove myself from the situation, Jeon. You really wanna push your luck?”
He doesn’t give you the submission you were expecting in return, instead choosing to look at you darkly from beneath his brows. “Really?” comes his taunting rasp, traveling down to your cunt which obediently leaks out more juices. 
Fuck, have you bitten off more than you can chew, by any chance? His challenging, stormy eyes are making it so fucking hard to breathe, but yeah. Maybe bluffing when you’re actually aching for his cock wasn’t the best of strategies.
Jungkook’s free hand reaches behind you to grab a handful of your ass and give it a rough squeeze that makes you yelp in surprise. The motion triggers your hips to rub against him again, your clit bumping into his pelvis, and sending a tremor of pleasure through your entire body. You shut your eyes and let your head fall back over your neck, a breathless groan escaping you. 
Letting go of your ass cheek, Jungkook immediately delivers a solid smack to it, massaging the sore flesh with his palm.
“Eyes on me,” he growls, tugging you back in place.
The jostling makes you grind against him even more, but despite the shivers that shake both of your forms, Jungkook’s fierce gaze never wavers from yours.
“You’re gonna sit on my dick like that and then walk away? Without begging me to fuck you senseless?” His eyes narrow and voice turns paper thin, rolling over your body like a gust of wind that leaves a trail of goosebumps in its wake. “Think you’re that tough, baby?”
As if exclusively responding to his words with no intervention from your brain, your pussy gives a desperate clench. One that he feels on his length, given the sudden hiss that leaves him followed by the smirk that crawls up his cheek. Leaning back to raise an eyebrow at you, Jungkook extracts the condom from his pocket and holds the foil between his index and middle finger to wave it in front of your face.
“What will it be, Prez?”
Fuck, he’s really calling your bluff. It is embarrassing but also somewhat very arousing that Jungkook is able to tell how turned on you are and confidently toss a challenge like that at you. He won’t be doing this if he wasn’t absolutely sure he had you. You would like to think he knows you well enough to know that you would leave if you could.
Which means he knows that you can’t leave now. The thought frustrates you and makes you shiver at the same time.
Fuck fuck fuck, you hate this. 
That annoying smirk on his face makes you tingle with the need to say no. Shoot him down. Nip his confidence in the bud. But that’s not gonna happen when you don’t wanna sit here without his dick in you for another second. 
You can’t believe yourself but you’re impossibly close to begging. Like, literally on the edge. One more remark from him and your lust-addled mind will make you scream. It  is already berating you for the condom remark, you really don’t wanna scream. Or cry. Oh, dear God, you do not wanna cry! 
But you will if your mouth does anything other than say yes.
Knowing your mouth and its tendency to run itself around Jungkook, you bite down on your bottom lip and reach forward to pluck the metallic foil out of Jungkook’s hand. His mouth drops open in surprise. 
Before he can speak, though, you lift a finger to hover against his lips. “But I won’t beg.”
He’s smirking again, brushing a kiss against your finger, and then he allows you to lift off his lap. His rock hard length stands erect between your bodies, fully coated with your juices and curving just slightly towards his washboard abdomen. The head is red and angry, just as eager for your pussy as you are for it. You wrap a hand around the veiny length, sliding it up and down a few times while you tear open the condom with your teeth. 
Jungkook’s head tips to a side, eyelids lowered, and a deep sigh leaves him. “I take it as my duty to make you beg, in that case…”
A snort escapes you at that and you lean forward to rake your teeth over one of his nipples in punishment. His reaction is instantaneous, both hands gripping onto your ass and hips lifting off. Satisfied, you slowly roll the rubber over him until it’s perfectly stretched onto his massive shaft.
“Ready?” Jungkook whispers, reaching between your legs to pull the crotch of your panties to the side. “Holy fuck, you’re more than ready…”
Two of his fingers slip into you without resistance, making you grip onto his shoulders. 
“Baby, you’re drowning my fingers.” There’s wonder in his voice beneath the husky gravel. “What will I do with you?”
His lips brush your chin, sliding down the line of your throat to suck at the base of your throat.
“F–fuck me, hopefully?” you provide a whimpered response to his question, causing the fingers in you to curve.
And, fuck, they hit you right where you need them to. Arching in his embrace, you press your forehead into Jungkook’s neck. 
“You like that?” His hot breath traverses over your sweat coated skin, making you shudder. 
“Yeah… But still want your dick…”
Jungkook gives a huff of laughter and you pull back to grin at him. Shaking his head, he brushes an almost fond kiss against your lips. “And my dick wants you. But first.” He passes you a saccharine smile. “Say please.”
Oh, for fuck’s sake! “Jungkook, I swear—”
“Nope. Gimme the magic word.”
He is so fucking annoying, how did you think you could have sex with him without popping a vein? His fingers start to massage that spongy spot in you, right then, as if to answer your rhetorical question, and you slump against his tattooed shoulder.
“F–fuck, Jungkook, that’s—”
“Still not what I wanna hear,” he interrupts you, this time with his own voice getting breathier, but his demand stays as relentless.
The pads of his digits get rougher, pushing hard and moving fast, inching you closer and closer to your high.
“Say it, baby,” he murmurs into the crown of your head, slowly swiping his thumb across your clit. “Say it…”
And you cry out, mouth open and eyes shut, shuddering in his lap as Jungkook continues to fuck you open with his fingers. The swipes of his thumb gain traction, too, getting harsher and rougher, until a squealed curse escapes you and your nails dig into his biceps.
“What’s that? Are you close, baby?”
Oh, you’re so fucking close, his thick and long fingers know exactly what to do. “Shit, Jungkook, don’t stop… Don’t you dare stop—”
He stops.
“Fuck—what—”
“You didn’t say it,” Jungkook brusquely tells you, pulling his fingers out of you with a scowl. 
You feel so fucking drained, you can’t tussle with him anymore or you actually will cry out of frustration. You were so close! “Fine!”
His eyes light up. “Fine?”
“Make me cum, Jungkook.” Grabbing his wrist, you guide his hand back to your weeping cunt, nearly tearing the skin on your bottom lip with how harshly you bite it. You inhale. Then exhale. “Please?”
As if something unfurls in him, Jungkook’s eyes blow over immediately and fingers slip into you again, getting straight to business. His thumb now presses fully against your clit, massaging it softly. A barely restrained shriek of his name tears through your chest, arms wrapping around his shoulders for support when your thighs shake with the effort to keep you up. His mouth, now level with your boobs, takes one of your nipples between his teeth and tugs at it.
The pleasurable sting travels all the way down to the point where three of his fingers are now pushing against your sensitive walls, and you feel yourself start to lose your mind.
“Fuu~ck,” you whine loudly, raking your nails down his arms, “I’m coming…”
“Oh, yeah? Squeeze my fingers nice and tight then. Come on…”
His breathy command goes straight to your pussy and it obediently follows, clamping down on his fingers as you’re tossed into spiraling oblivion. Your vision goes white and electricity spreads through your body, making you breathlessly heave in an attempt to ride the waves of pleasure out. Jungkook softly pumps his fingers into you to aid you, gradually coming to a stop when your body stops convulsing.
“That was so fucking sexy.” You can hear wonder in his breathy voice. “Are you okay?”
Opening your eyes to meet his wide-eyed gaze, you nod with a small smile. “Never better.” 
Your head’s still up in the clouds, but your pussy is throbbing again. FUck, you really need him to fuck you. With his thick fucking cock, this time. Biting your lip, you place both your palms on his chest for balance and peer down at the length you’re hovering above. 
“May I sit on your dick now?”
A surprised laughter bubbles out of Jungkook before he licks his lips and brings his face closer to yours. “Haven’t even caught your breath fully and you want more? Think you can handle it?”
You narrow your eyes and lean into his face. “Try me.”
Ugh, you both just can’t stop challenging each other, can you? Jungkook’s eyes narrow to mirror yours and lips turn inwards into his mouth. He doesn’t say a word, but the look in his eyes sends excited shivers up and down your body.
He wraps the hand that just exited you around his length and lines himself up with your center, other arm still firm around your middle. At this rate, he’s gonna leave a permanent mark in the shape of his wrist on the side of your waist.
You both are so close, sealed together from the waist up, that you can see nothing but his face, those amazing tattoos and those solid pecs that your breasts are flattened against. So you lean down to lick at the gorgeous silver ring on his lip.
“Fuck, c’mere,” he breathes, eyes drifting shut and head tilting to catch your lips in a harsh kiss. 
His cock slowly glides down the slippery mess that’s become of your pussy until it nudges at your slit. Circling it once, Jungkook gives a tight grunt against your tongue and pushes in. You stifle the whimper that rises up inyu at the sensation, kissing him harder. The arm on your waist controls your body, slowly bringing you down to sit on his dick like you requested, stretching your pussy out gradually.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he hisses between your lips, nipping at your tongue as if in punishment.
But he’s into something because the stretch keeps going. God, is that how thick he is? Your mouth did a good job then, because you’re literally being stuffed full the way you never have before. How the fuck does this guy also own a massive cock on top of being one of the most gorgeous human beings you’ve ever seen?
You would protest the unfairness of it all, but your breath and thoughts are both stolen away when Jungkook bottoms out, landing your thighs over his, and scrapes his teeth over your tongue at the same time. 
"You okay?" is roughly whispered against your teeth, prompting a nod from you. 
"Yeah.”
"Wanna move?"
"Yeah…"
Your hands claw at his shoulders, attempting to find purchase, until they wind up in his hair, nails scratching and fists tugging. And then you start to rock your hips against him, slowly. 
Fuck.
He's huge inside you, reaching your sensitive spot with the littlest of maneuvering.
Jungkook's hand that doesn't hold your waist spans the roundness of your ass in a tantalizing caress, slowly inching up the curve of your spine as your hips start to form a rhythm. Somehow warmer than your overheated flesh, the sturdy brush of his palm up your back makes the desire tightening in your lower belly feel all the more heavier. Then he brushes his back down to your ass and supports it to aid your movement.
You detach from his mouth to catch your breath, eyes blearily parting to take in Jungkook's fucked out face. His lips are swollen from your teeth and parted to allow his heavy breathing, eyes are shut and eyebrows slightly scrunched up. Definitely going to your mental wank-bank. 
Leaning back a couple of inches, you pick up pace with your hips and let your gaze travel down his throat. Tan skin dotted with sweat leads to his sculpted collarbones, one side of which carries the tail of the dragon tattoo on his back. A tiny moan escaping you at the sight, you lean down to plant your lips over the ink, licking across his collarbone with the tip of your tongue, and then latch onto the warm flesh with your teeth.
"Fuck, fuck, baby…"
Jungkook's moan is gravelly and shoots straight to your pussy. You exhale against his skin, grinding down on him to maximize the force of each thrust. Damn that feels good – too good. You bounce on him quicker, coming down harder each time and every few minutes, you allow your muscles a rest by grinding down on him. But slowly the pressure on your clit starts to feel more explosive with every move, until a point comes when it makes you pull away from his skin to draw in a broken gasp. 
Jungkook jumps at the opportunity to take charge. 
“Let me help you, baby,” he mutters as his huge hands grab firmly onto your ass.
With his grip tight, he pulls you away and off his cock and then brings you back down. You both groan in unison at the way your flesh meets in a wet slap, but then Jungkook repeats the action, guiding your hips with such precision that the head of his cock meets the spongy bundle of nerves up your channel every single time.
"Shit! So good!" you gasp, closing your eyes and tipping your head back. “Fuck!”
Jungkook leans down to press a kiss to your sternum, then moves to take a nipple into his mouth. Sucking on it so hard, the sensitive nub is pressed against the roof of his mouth, he has you at the verge of screaming. You're absolutely lost to the sensations, unable to make sense of anything else.
With a perfectly timed roll, he brings his teeth out to run over your nipple just as your clit presses against the base of his pelvis. 
"Jungkook!" flies from you in a yelp.
It feels so fucking good, you never want it to stop. Can you fuck him forever? That makes no sense but, shit, you really want to. 
"Say that again," Jungkook suddenly mumbles against your breast. "Say my name…"
"Jungkook…"  You obediently follow, but that earns you a smack on one of your ass cheeks.
"Louder…"
"Jungkook!"
"Yeah, like that… Again!"
He switches sides over to the other nipple, and you let yourself go, repeating his name over and over and over again with every breath you take. And every breath you exhale. The coil in your stomach winds up so quickly and so tightly, you feel at the verge of explosion by the time Jungkook lifts his head from your chest.
"Jungkook, I'm… I need…"
Hands kneading your ass, Jungkook gives a nod. "You're close?"
"So fucking close!"
Without a word, Jungkook suddenly presses you all the way down on his cock and then starts to push you back and forth in his lap. A shriek leaves you at the suddenly heightened stimulation over your clit, and your climax hits you like a freight train. Eyes shut, teeth clenched in the middle of his name, your body floats up high and higher yet into swirling euphoria – and then suddenly free falls into a pool of pleasure. The splash of it runs all over your body, rushing to every last nerve ending. 
Fuck.
You don’t remember the last time you came so strongly.
Jungkook rocks your hips to help you ride out your orgasm, but he doesn't give you time to breathe before he picks up pace again.
"Okay… Now gimme one more."
Your eyes widen, slight discomfort of overstimulation making it known already. "I don't… I can't…"
But he is relentless, handling you as if you weigh nothing as he gets up and turns around to press your back into the seat in one smooth motion, without pulling out of you. Perspective suddenly shifted, you blink rapidly to ground yourself when your head spins, while Jungkook presses one knee into the cushion beneath your ass and puts his other feet flat on the ground. Heaving one of your thighs over his shoulder before you can react, he leans down to look into your eyes.
Dark black irises with no semblance of his natural brown left in them stare at you intently as he licks his lips, playing with the silver ring on the bottom one. His cock twitches in you, reminding the two of you to move again, and a rushed exhale instantly leaves you. Jungkook grinds against you in response and you wince from oversensitivity.
“Shit, I don’t think I can—”
"Yes, you can, baby,” he cuts you off with a determined smirk. “I will make you.”
You haven’t even caught your breath over how damn sexy of him it is to smirk like this when he starts to move again. Your arms run above you to find purchase on the armrest of the loveseat, while he leans over your chest to suck a quick bruise into the skin right between your breasts and then rises up to look into your eyes again. Pulling out of you, he thrusts back in at a slower pace than earlier, almost easing you back in after your powerful orgasm, slowly causing stirrings in your veins again. A hand wraps around both your wrists, essentially holding your arms in place above your head. 
More than the delicious friction of his length in you, it is the way he has you trapped in place that uproots your breathing. He’s wrapped around you, above you, pinning you beneath his broad torso with his strong limbs and his athletic fucking hips. Your entire body is burning in places you didn’t know you could feel such sensations at. 
Fuck, you’re gonna die underneath him and it’s gonna feel good. Fuck.
He never breaks your stare and neither do you, allowing yourself to let go and release an echoing moan of his name when his moves become rougher and firmer, and the entire loveseat starts to shake under their force. That causes his eyes to flutter and jaw to clench. You watch the corded muscles in his neck work for a bit, and then Jungkook releases your hands to rise up, slitted eyes staring down at the place where you’re joined. He grabs your waist for leverage and begins to ruthlessly pound his length into you at this elevated angle, pushing deeper and deeper yet into your warm, welcoming channel.
“Fuck, that is—fuck! Jungkook! Fuck—”
“I know,” he practically moans his words out, raising your hips higher to meet his. “You feel so good, baby, so fucking soft and wet and tight—fuck…”
The tip of his cock hits what you are more than certain is your cervix, and as if he realizes it too, Jungkook presses himself fully in and fucking gyrates his hips against the spot. And fuck, but all your thoughts erupt up in a scream that you can barely keep low, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he keeps repeating that same motion with every single thrust.
“Fuck, I love the noises you make,” Jungkook grunts, before roughly covering your mouth with a palm. “But gotta we keep it low…”
You nod as if you understand, and immediately sob his name out when he takes his hand back to your waist. It isn’t long before you’re moving with him, hands gripping onto his sinewy forearms and bleary eyes watching the way sweat dots his furrowed brow which is partly curtained by his dark hair. Every huffed inhale is full of Jungkook’s oceanic scent mixed with the musk of sex and sweat, and every on of your exhales comes in a broken rendition of his name. 
The onslaught on all your senses soon accumulates up into another peak, causing you to dig your nails into Jungkook’s flesh when your walls start clamping around him again.
“I’m—” You try to warn him but cut yourself off with a hitched inhale when Jungkook suddenly reaches down to brush his fingers over your clit. “Shit – shit – shit—”
“Gonna come for me, baby? Give me another tight squeeze?”
Drunkenly, you just nod, eyes and teeth clenching tight when Jungkook’s hand starts to get harsher with your clit. Every drag of his cock against the sensitized walls of your channel pull a groan out of you, and your hips lose their rhythm, allowing Jungkook to move them however he wants. But you can also feel the distinct stuttering of his own rhythm, which tells you he isn’t too far away from his release either.
A particularly rough push of his thumb against your bundle of nerves and you are suddenly toppled into another mind-numbing release – mouth open on a silent scream and walls convulsing around Jungkook’s length. You’re lifted up, lightheaded as pure ecstasy shoots through all your veins for the third time tonight, and in the midst of it, you hear Jungook groan out your name – your given name, not a title – and his hips stutter and seal against yours. He pumps them against you twice before going still.
You can barely feel his release past the condom and the fuzz in your head, but you do feel the way he collapses onto you after, stuffing his face into your neck. Your panting mirrors each other and so do the spasms that wrack through your bodies at intervals, like aftershocks.
Lying spent on the loveseat like a heap of dead bodies, you are as content as you haven’t been in a long, long time. 
But the guy above you is heavy and you need more oxygen than this to function as a human being again. So it is you that finally collects enough energy to open your eyes and nudge at the mass atop you. Sighing when he doesn’t budge, you brush a finger over the hand he’s still got locked around your wrists and murmur an embarrassingly croaky, “Jeon, I gotta breathe.”
That is when he snorts, pulling back to look at you with a lopsided grin. It shouldn’t do what it does to your heart because how can it race faster when it’s just calming down after hammering through three orgasms like a champ?
“Do you?” He cocks an eyebrow and you can barely contain your laughter.
You manage to give him an indulgent nod at which he snorts again, this time pulling out of you and lifting himself up. As he slumps next to you on the seat, your eyes catch sight of his pants and boxers that haven’t even fully slid past his butt. Damn, you didn’t even catch a glimpse of his thighs. What a shame. Maybe next time?
Uh. Next time?
That is most certainly a concerning thought that freezes you in the act of sitting up, momentarily. But then you give yourself a mental shake, because come on. You aren’t stupid. After the kind of explosive sexual chemistry you experienced with the guy, you’re not gonna delude yourself into believing it can end with this.
While you make an effort to shift yourself into a sitting position, Jungkook has discarded the condom to the side and tucked himself back in. 
“Unsanitary.” You scrunch your nose at the sight of the piece of used rubber on the floor. At least he tied it off.
“I’ll pick it up on our way out.”
You know he won’t and you’re just rolling your eyes to tell him that when Jungkook suddenly tugs at your legs, pulling you sideways into his lap. Eyes wide and hands braced on his still bare shoulders, you raise your eyebrows at the gesture.
“Uh…?”
“Allow me?”
Jungkook points a finger at the mess of clothing at your waist and you just stare at him. He's got this smirk on his face that has a foreign undertone of fondness to it, something you don’t remember ever seeing before. Just like the spark in his eyes that doesn’t seem entirely mischievous or euphoric, but comprising an innocence that you can’t quite describe. It all gives you this inexplicable feeling in your chest that makes you breathe a bit slower. As if you're seeing him in a completely new light. 
While you're inattentively nodding, too caught up in examining the pink in his cheeks, Jungkook tugs up and rights your bra to fit it around your breasts. Before moving away, though, he bites on his lip ring teasingly, and flicks at a nipple. 
You gasp in surprise, moreso at your battered pussy that tingles at the sensation than the actual act. Traitor. 
Jungkook grins at your reaction as if he's proud, and you can't help your responding chuckle. You both stay smiling at each other without any reason for longer than can be explained, arranging each other’s hair and giggling at the mess. In hindsight, it might seem a bit too mushy for your taste, but you’re still slightly tipsy so you allow it. You’ve never really spent time in Jungkook’s company without verbally sparring with him in some capacity, so this current lack of words feels exquisitely pleasant. 
Then he moves to bring your dress up and breaks the silence with a regretful wince. "Jeez, this is beyond repair. I’m sorry."
You look down at the damage and grimace at the upper hem. It definitely can't stay up, it's been pulled too loose to fit around your chest. But you've gotta make do because this dress is the only piece of clothing on your body. Contemplating for a moment, you start to bunch it up to bring the waistline higher and hopefully make the dress stay on. 
But then Jungkook places a hand above yours to stop you. You look at him in confusion, surprised to find his face drawn in concentration. Intrigued, you slowly take your hands away to allow him a shot at it. 
He starts to fold the dress down, leaving your upper body covered in just your bra, and forms a skirt with the black garment at your waist. You can tell it will stay on better than the dress can, but what about your top? 
His eyes scan your form as if analyzing it, and then he nods with a satisfied smile. "Yep, you can wear my shirt over this. It’ll be way more secure than what you were doing.”
What? No! That’s embarassing as fuck. 
But – it's embarrassing either way, isn’t it? 
Recognizing the impossibility of your options, you nod your acceptance and gingerly stand up to slip into your shoes. 
The shirt is thrown over the back of the loveseat, next to his blazer and your bag, glaring at you in all its yellow and white striped glory. 
To think you hated it when you first saw it. Fate really works in funny ways. 
You let out a sigh and pick it up. The garment is massive on you, so you tie it at the bottom, trying to make it look as stylish as you can. But whatever you do, you can’t beat the ‘just-been-fucked’ vibe your makeshift outfit emanates.
“Why couldn’t you unzip me normally, you neanderthal?” you grumble at Jungkook while he’s watching you struggle with your clothes.
“Oh, yeah? Didn’t hear a complaint when you were busy ogling my biceps.” He gives a playful scoff.
Even though that is true, you turn to scowl at him just because you can. “You distracted me so you could ruin my dress. Admit it.”
At that Jungkook just steps up to you, still gloriously shirtless, all buff muscles and sculpted abs on display. He gives off heat when he leans into your face, eyes lidded and lips twisted. So fucking hot and not just temperature wise.
“I’d been fantasizing about those tits for years, Prez. Cut me some slack?”
The way his hot breath fans over your face nearly cuts off the blood supply to your brain, making your head spin. You thickly swallow, too stunned to speak as he steps away with that arrogant smirk and begins to dress up. 
Jeon Jungkook’s been fantasizing about your tits for years. No biggie. 
Forcing yourself to focus on the situation at hand, you try to plan the next step. The wedding reception is still in full swing in the adjoining hall, despite it being well past midnight. This is why you don’t like evening weddings. Do these people not have work tomorrow? Shit, you have work tomorrow! Damn it, there’s no way you’re going.
Cursing yourself for getting distracted again, you frown in concentration. There are still people present at the venue. Loads of people, including some that you know. You'll either have to sneak out undetected, or concoct a story about spilling something on your dress. 
Your brain’s too fucking tired to be storywriting right now, though, and you don’t trust Jungkook’s fiction abilities, so there’s just one choice. You turn to the guy with a sigh.
“We have to sneak out without being seen. Or I’ll have to quit my job and move to Mars.”
Jungkook huffs out a laugh at your words and shakes his head, looking far more put-together than you are when he covers up his black undershirt with his coat. If someone didn’t see him before, they won’t be able to tell his outfit is missing an entire shirt. You scowl at the unfairness that never seems to leave when this guy is in question.
“I’ve been here before, don’t worry. There should be a staircase to the underground parking right at the end of this hallway,” he tells you, pointing towards the door you had slipped through. “Hardly anyone’s gonna be in the underground parking, only Valets go there.”
Underground parking sounds like a good spot to get into your car at. But what about the hallway outside? You nibble on your bottom lip. “You think we can get to the staircase without being seen?”
“Keep your head down and stay tucked into my side. Someone will probably recognize me but they are never gonna suspect it’s you that I’m escorting.” 
He says it with such ease that you have to do a double take. Man, why is it so easy for Jungkook to be a whore? Your first attempt at hooking up in a public place and you’re ready to move to another planet.
Not to mention the casual way he mentioned the impossibility of you being with him. Irony of the present notwithstanding, is it really that far-fetched an assumption? Both of your parents seem to think you’re best friends. Do outsiders really sense the hostility between you two better? 
Or maybe it has more to do with the morals the two of you lead your lives with. 
Jungkook has never shied away from his active dating life – if you can even call it that, given that they’re more of hook-ups – even in the public’s eye ever since he joined his dad’s company. But you’ve always been extremely strict about not mixing business with pleasure.
Again, irony of the present notwithstanding.
But you really can’t ignore that the irony is created by the fact that you really had sex with Jungkook. The Jeon Jungkook that you swore you'd have to commit murder for ever even kissing. Yeah, that same guy gave you three brain-melting orgasms. 
Fuck.
Barely fifteen minutes since said brain-melting orgasms, and you already feel a headache coming on. Deciding to put away these thoughts that are absolutely not going to help you in any way for some lonely night’s 3 am overthinking spree, you look at an expectant Jungkook and give him a reluctant nod.
“Let’s do it.”
He hugs you to his side and you focus on the floor, letting your hair curtain your face as you follow his lead into the hallway. You don’t see any feet in your line of sight and hope that the bar you had been at earlier is now empty. In no time, Jungkook expertly guides the two of you to the stairwell. 
“Through here, come on.” He pushes the door open to allow you to step onto the really narrow and winding staircase. 
And damn, the cobwebs and the dirt? This is some sort of secret passage that you’re pretty certain Jungkook got to know about for less than noble reasons  – a fact he didn’t mention but a fact that probably should have been obvious. It stinks like moss, but you’ll choose pinching your nose over humiliating yourself in public, thank you. 
The moment you finally exit onto the dimly lit parking, a loud exhale of relief leaves you. “Holy fuck, that was so stressful.”
“You can say that again,” Jungkook agrees with his own sigh of relief, walking up to where you stand bent, your hands braced on your knees. “You okay, Prez?”
The title gives you a pause. He… slowly stopped calling you that when you two got too intense, didn’t he? ‘Baby’ became a constant occurrence and he even said your given name once. Somehow, him switching back to your title feels normal but also awkward at the same time.
Come on, dude, you reprimand yourself. You’d probably punch him if he called you baby.
Exhaling one more, you stand up straight and turn to look at Jungkook. “I’m okay. Just haven’t done a walk of shame since college.”
Jungkook’s lips split into a goofy grin. “Yeah?”
“Swear this was worse than sneaking out after hooking up with my ex.”
His eyes immediately widen with unbridled excitement. “Ooh, do tell me more?”
You’re about to respond when your gaze catches the multiple marks blooming over his collarbone and throat. You did a good job with those. But you can't even properly recall doing it, you were so caught up in the act. 
Rolling your eyes at his words, you wave a hand before Jungkook's face. “We’re not there yet, dude, don’t push it.”
He takes it in good humor and laughs aloud, while you text your driver to inform him where to pick you up from. He says he’d be there in a minute, and you tell Jungkook that. 
“Oh, cool! Efficient guy.”
You were kinda hoping this would prompt Jungkook to call for his own ride. But when he makes no move to do so, you frown at him. “Um, how, uh, how did you get here?"
"In my limo. With my driver."
Your eyebrows arch up. "And… why aren't you calling him?"
He blinks at you. "Because I'm going back to your place, Prez. Obviously."
What. What? "Wha—you’re what?"
"Yep. Can't stop me if you try, now. You're in love with me."
His goofy grin is now wider than ever, pushing his nose into an adorable scrunch. And you are sputtering, a scoff rising up your throat but a humorless chuckle of astonishment actually leaving it.
The audacity?
But also the absolutely fascinating concept of taking him home?
You’re offended but you’re also intrigued.
“I am… not. In love with you. What the fuck?”
“Ah, denial?” Jungkook purses his lips and nods in mock seriousness. “Not a good lifestyle choice. But I’ll allow it for your peace of mind. Still coming home with you, though.”
Before you can protest that, your car is here. And before you can get to the damn vehicle, Jungkook has clamored in and is now beckoning you with a curved index finger.
“Don’t keep me waiting, Prez.”
His eyes are slightly hooded and the tilt to his lips feels far less playful and far more full of dark promises. That you know he can deliver.
Okay, now you’re offended but aroused. What a mess. Trust Jeon Jungkook to turn your braincells to mush. You scowl and throw a loud scoff his way, but eventually get in the car next to him.
“Wow. All this because Mrs Lim wanted to see you again, huh?” Jungkook muses when the limo has started to roll and you’re both officially breathing easier.
He’s not wrong. You allow yourself a smirk, leaning back against the seat and turning your head to look at him. He does the same, wiggling his eyebrows at you.
“Funny how things unfold,” you mutter.
“Hey, you never asked me what I told Mrs Lim to get her to agree, by the way!”
Oh shit, that. 
Instant disgust coats your insides at the thought. Even worse now, when you know firsthand what he’s got to deliver. Something must show on your face because Jungkook’s eyebrows rise high up.
“Woah, not the happy celebration I was expecting…”
You roll your eyes and look away. “You told me you pulled at her strings. I get the picture, Jeon.”
“What? No, I said I pulled some strings. Prez. I didn’t give her head if that’s what you’re thinking.”
Turning to sharply glare at him for his crassness, you stop short when you find him smiling at you softly. “Well then enlighten me. What did you do?”
“I showed her a prototype.”
He – what? 
“We… we don’t have a prototype yet, Jeon.” You frown, something occurring to you right when his teeth peek out to trap his bottom lip. “No way… Don’t tell me you made a prototype?”
He gives a noncommittal shrug, turning away from you and closing his eyes. “Had some free time yesterday. It’s a brilliant concept, by the way. The dummy software doesn’t really do all it can because I had to work with our previously released firewall and VPN systems, but it still looks really cool.”
Jungkook talks business with you very rarely. But whenever that happens, he is never humble, always telling you tales about how his strategy was actually good and the people following his orders are inefficient, or something along that tangent. 
This is a completely different side of him you’re witnessing.
You can’t wrap your head around the fact that he actually made a prototype for your upcoming project, all on his own. You have an entire team for it which is still in the research phase of the project. 
Damn. 
You don’t think you’re sapiosexual, but you really wanna swallow his dick, right now.
Damn.
This is a disaster. 
You really went ahead and fucked him, didn’t you? You knew it would be good and addictive but also really dumb, and yet you did it. 
How the fuck are you gonna navigate your professional life now? Run to the toilets to rub one out every time you see Jungkook lick his lips?
Damn, this really is a disaster.
What could be worse?
Maybe the fact that you’re regretting everything and yet planning to fuck him again when you get home? 
Yep, that’s definitely worse.
And yet you can't stop smiling and your heart won’t stop thumping like a drum.
Fuck your life.
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Honey (Jungkook x OC)
Summary: A normal night in the kitchen turns into something more when you discover your boyfriend has an interesting kink.
Pairing: Jungkook x OC
Genre: Established relationship; smut, fluff
Rating: 18+
Word Count: 6.5 K
Warnings: making out, palming, cupping, nipple play, food play, pain play, blowjobs, unprotected sex (she's on the pill), fingering, oral sex, vaginal sex, mild dirty talk
A/N: After a long, long time, my beloved Jungkook and Lia are back! I honestly didn't think I'd write for these two again because their series ended short and sweet, but the more I thought about it, the more they just made sense as part of my headcanon universe.
As such, this fic is set a couple of months after The Sixth, once Jungkook and Lia are officially together. However, this can also be read standalone.
Tagging: @bbl32 @ggukkieland @bangtannoonalvg @pb-n-juju @juciu @jeoncookie-bts @kflixnet @k-radio (italics cannot be tagged)
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Listen to: “in the waiting line” by zero 7
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This wasn't what Lia had in mind when she'd proposed cooking together. 
She was a reasonably okay cook, as was Jungkook, and together she expected they might be able to conjure up a decent dinner on their first night together since his trip to London and hers to Tokyo. Maybe there would be some bickering over seasoning, maybe a filmy food fight, possibly ending with some playful making out while they kept one eye on the stove.
Sitting before her mostly-naked boyfriend later that night with a jar of warm honey in her hand? Unexpected.
"Are you sure?"
Jungkook nods, eyes trained up at the ceiling. She can't tell if he's shy or doubtful, but if there's one thing she wants to be about this, it's sure.
A few hours earlier, when they'd been simultaneously trying to follow two recipes and keep her small kitchen tidy, all she cared about was ensuring that nothing spilled. But somehow, when it came to them, even that was expecting too much.
"Jungkook, hand me the spring onions."
"Wait - where's the chilli powder? The sauce is already thickening."
"It's in that cupboard over there, I think," she said hurriedly, pointing vaguely in the direction of the cabinets. "Under the cornflower. Can you hand me the spring -"
"Oh, fuck, that's spicy!" Jungkook hissed, screwing his eyes shut as he exhaled heavily through his mouth.
"Well, you aren't supposed to taste it, just smell it," she said, rolling her eyes but reaching over to take the powder from him anyway. "And can you - okay, you know what? I'll get the spring onions myself."
"I think my mouth is on fire."
"Can you put the cut onions in the other pot, babe? They won't cook otherwise."
"Okay, where is -"
"Other side of the stove," she began, but Jungkook  found it by then. Maneuvering around her and reaching for the cutting board, he dropped the onions into the pot, a loud hiss and stinging vapour emanating instantly.
"Lower the heat, Kook!"
"I - oh, God, the sauce!" In a rather chaotic sequence of events, Jungkook lunged for the abandoned chilli powder while the sauce bubbled away on the stove, the same time that Lia suddenly remembered that she'd forgotten the noodles altogether.
As they slammed into each other, Lia turned suddenly to close a cabinet door just as Jungkook appeared behind her, and the edge of the door scraped his shoulder with an audible sound.
"Shit, Kook, I'm so sorry!" All thoughts of spring onions forgotten, she looked around frantically for any empty space on the counter to place them and free her hands, before turning to Jungkook. "Are you okay?"
He nodded wordlessly, head lowered as he clutched his right shoulder with his left hand, his knuckles white as he pressed down. She turned off the stove and reached for him, gently coaxing his hand away.
"Lia, it's okay -" He tried to say, shaking his head but she ignored him, guilt bubbling small and deep inside of her. 
"Take off your shirt," she instructed, tugging at the bottom of it. He looked for a moment like he was going to argue but slipped his long-sleeved black t-shirt over his head, his thick hair tousled as he emerged.
"Show me," she said softly, turning him around so she could get a look at it. Taking a step back, she cleared a small space on the edge of the kitchen counter and hopped up onto it, now at eye level with his shoulder.
It was a gash; while the skin remained unbroken, it puckered, a clear red where the edge of the cabinet had run clean along the muscle. Lia touched it lightly before pausing, waiting for his reaction.
"Does it hurt?" she asked anxiously, running her finger over the four inch mark and immediately stopping when he hissed.
"Not really," he said tightly - but she could see his head still lowered and his fists clenched, and she sighed. Jungkook's need to pretend like he didn't feel pain was as unnecessary as it was predictable, but she wasn't fooled.
In an unusual moment of tenderness, she reached over slightly and kissed it. She heard him gasp and paused again, lips still against his skin.
"It's really okay, Lia." His voice was level and controlled, a little too deliberately. "I'm fine." 
A bit confused, she backed away slowly, touching the injury once more. Jungkook inhaled again, his breathing ragged, and her heart tugged as she wondered guiltily how much her lack of organisation in the kitchen had hurt him.
"Okay…" she murmured, dropping her hands from his shoulders, frowning when he immediately reached for his t-shirt and slipped it on. "Do you want to finish cooking?" she asked, hopping off.
"No, you go ahead," he answered quickly, still not looking fully at her. "I'll - I'll eat later."
Lia's heart dropped. Was he really that angry with her? Jungkook wasn't one to have a very short temper, apart from the occasional tantrum here and there where he usually caught himself in time.
He was almost out of the kitchen when she suddenly hopped over and grabbed his arm. "Kook, wait."
"Lia, I just need -"
But she cut him off, tugging at his arm to get him to face her, moving right in front of him so he wouldn't have a choice. "I'm sorry, I didn't think it would get so messy but -" She paused abruptly, wondering if that could possibly be what she thought it was. 
Next to her, Jungkook froze, his eyes shut tightly. Lia bit her lip, staying in the same spot but moving her body slightly closer… just to confirm.
"Jungkook," she began lightly, "is that your phone in your pocket?"
"Um…" The arm she was holding flexed, and she could feel his sinewy forearm tremble. "... yes?" He twitched again, and this time the movement was unmistakable through his joggers.
"Really?" Lia asked in a hushed voice, hearing the wonder in it.
By the way he didn't answer right away, it was clear that he knew she wasn't asking about the proverbial phone in his pocket. Finally opening his eyes but still not looking at her, he nodded. "M-hm."
"I…" She didn't quite know how to respond - but the expression on his face combined with what she was feeling against her hip made her stomach flutter. "Since when?"
"A while."
When he didn't elaborate, she slid her hand lower to his tattooed one and linked her fingers with his. Her gaze flickering to the dent in his joggers, she raised a hand to feel it but paused, hovering less than an inch away from it.
"Just scratches?" she asked calmly, her voice just a murmur.
"N-no." Jungkook swallowed. "I mean… sometimes. Scratches, pressure… heat." Down below, his erection twitched, rising into her palm.
Lia's toes curled against the bare floor of her kitchen. She palmed him gently, raising her gaze to see him looking right back at her, this time with less embarrassment. "What else?" she asked quietly.
Now, she knows what else.
Jungkook lies on her bed, fully naked but for black Calvin Klein boxer briefs. His hair, uncut now for weeks, is long and slightly wavy on her white pillowcase. Lia sits beside him in a tank top and her underwear, a jar of warm honey she's just heated, a wooden ice cream spoon resting on the top of the jar.
"Are you sure?" she asks again, hearing the doubt in her own voice.
"Yeah," he mutters, gaze meeting hers. He seems… nervous, but in an excited sort of way, from what she can tell. It's like he's about to go bungee jumping or something - except she doesn't have a lot of second hand reviews of the experience in this case.
She can't help but press on. "You promise you'll ask me to stop the moment you're uncomfortable?"
"Yes, I promise."
"Okay." She doesn't move. From the bed, Jungkook raises his eyebrows.
"Are you comfortable?"
"Me? Yeah, of course." She shifts her hips on her heels from where she's kneeling next to him. Placing a hand on his muscular thigh in a mostly comforting manner, she squeezes it slightly.
"Do you remember the safeword?"
Jungkook nods obediently. "Mango."
Lia lets go of his thigh, satisfied. "Okay, then." She takes a deep breath, dipping the tip of her finger into the honey and wincing slightly at the heat before sucking at it. “Here we go.”
His eyes flutter shut and for a moment, Lia simply watches him. He’s absolutely gorgeous, like always. But he’s also ambitious, like always, which includes being so in bed. She has no reason not to trust him; it’s not inconceivable that he may have discovered kinks in his twenty-seven years of life that may be new to her, but his determination to see things through is enough to make her momentarily cautious. The image of a basketball flying through the air flashes through her mind and she shudders, trying to concentrate.
She dips the small wooden spoon into the honey and watches the thick, golden substance cling onto it and drip. Leaning forward, she dips the spoon again and this time takes it out of the jar over his body, watching the warm liquid drip onto the centre of his chest.
Jungkook gasps, but his eyes stay closed. The honey flows, slow and thick between his pectorals, the colour looking incandescent against his tan skin. Bending down and keeping her gaze firmly planted on his face, Lia reaches to lick the honey in one long stroke. It’s sweet, naturally, but not overtly so, and less hot on her tongue than when she’d felt it with her finger.
“Oh, fuck…” His whisper is low and throaty, and it almost sounds like he’s spoken without realising it. Slightly more confident, she swings one leg over his hips to straddle him, feeling his semi against her crotch. Noting the pleasurable squirm in her core at the feel of it, she dips the spoon into the jar again, this time gently dropping a dollop of honey on his sternum, taking care to let it trickle as much as it can, until it stops just above his belly button.
She places the jar next to him on the bed and, taking care to grind against him, leans forward to lick it off. Next to her, Jungkook’s fists clench again, this time with the sheets in his hands. Looking up at his face, Lia can’t resist any longer. Kissing his torso along the sternum and up his chest, sucking at the slightly sticky skin, she reaches up to his jaw.
“God, you’re so hot,” she murmurs, feeling him twitch against her again, big and hard this time. She brushes her lips against his jaw and down his neck, stopping right next to his bobbing Adam’s apple, her breath warm against it. Sliding one hand up his chest, she covers his right pectoral lightly, her fingernails scraping the muscle.
Jungkook whimpers, his neck arching back on the pillow. “Lia…”
Lia’s stomach flutters and she rolls her hips into his a bit more, biting her lip to stop herself from making a sound. “Yeah,” she whispers against his skin, bringing her fingertips lower so they brush against his areola. Underneath her, his cock gives the biggest twitch yet.
He swallows. “Honey…” He seems incapable of saying any more.
She pauses, wondering if she’s understood him right. Backing up slightly, she looks at his face again, at his closed eyes, the slight frown, the lip ring glinting in the dim light. Reaching silently for the honey, she dips the spoon in again, this time hesitating over his right pectoral. Evidently able to feel the heat, Jungkook nods, screwing his eyes shut even tighter.
Alright, then. Tilting the spoon, she watches the golden liquid drip onto his tan chest, down the curve, trickling down to his nipple. The sight makes her clit throb unexpectedly.
Jungkook gasps but doesn’t open his eyes, while his cock now strains against his underwear. Lia reaches over him again, slower this time and taking care to press her body to his, feeling the contours of his abdominal muscles against her own. She feels his hands touch her thighs, holding them gingerly as she touches her tongue to his skin, licking the honey off again, pressing her tongue to it and swirling it around his nipple. His hands react immediately, squeezing her flesh, while his pulsates against her clit.
“Oh, God,” he whimpers again, and Lia has to bite her lip from making a similar sound. “Lee-lee…”
She holds his biceps for support, feeling her fingernails dig into the muscle. “Yeah, baby?” she murmurs back, her teeth grazing lightly over his nipple.
“I…” Jungkook seems incapable of answering, but his hands slide up her thighs and to her arse, the tips of his fingers slipping under the hem of her underwear. His hands feel like he’s just about controlling himself, though, his palms touching her skin but resisting the urge to use the strength he normally does. Resisting… or waiting.
Running her tongue over his nipple again and noting how he shudders slightly, Lia reaches for his other nipple and twists it without warning. 
“Fuck!” 
As anticipated, he grabs her arse instantly, inadvertently rolling her hips into his, making her grind against him. “Fuck, Kook,” she whispers, but she’s sure he hasn’t even heard her. She licks his skin again, tasting the remnants of the honey before sucking softly at his nipple, moaning softly at the feel of his large cock against her clothed clit as he continues pulling her against him.
Jungkook groans again, and Lia feels herself getting wetter with every sound he makes, loving how good she’s making him feel. She presses wet, open-mouthed kisses against his skin, moving lower down his chest and to his sternum, all the way down his beautiful torso. It arouses her to no end the kind of pride he takes in his body, in toning it and growing it. Even his intense dieting seems to have reduced from what it used to be, according to his friends at least, and Lia can’t help but worship every inch of his gorgeous body when she gets the chance.
She can still taste the slight, sticky sweetness on his torso from the honey she’d poured on it earlier. Sliding down his lap, she continues down his abdomen until she reaches his happy trail, feeling his cock brush her breasts over her tank top. Lia wraps her hand gently around his clothed erection, her heart flipping at his sharp intake of breath. 
"Do you want me to suck you?" she breathes, touching the tip and feeling the wet spot from the pre cum that's surely leaked out. In all the time that she's known him, he's never declined such an offer. This time is no different. His fingers tighten in her hair and he moans a soft yes. 
Biting her lip and trying not to move too fast out of excitement, she pulls the elastic of his underwear, tugging it down his hips when he raises them off the bed. His erection springs free and Jungkook lets out a throaty sigh. Determined to tease him through everything tonight, Lia grasps him at the base, softly stroking him with her thumb. With her other hand, she gently cups his balls, anticipating his groan this time.
Jungkook’s hand appears from the side, almost as though he’s unaware of it, and covers her fingers around his cock. “Please…” is all he can say apparently before his hand falls back onto the bed. Swallowing, Lia silently acquiesces and moves her hand up his shaft, bringing her lips to it and pressing a soft kiss to the underside.
His hips buckle automatically but he tightens his fingers in her hair again. “No,” he mutters tightly.
Lia halts immediately before backing away. “Do you want me to stop?” she asks in a hushed voice.
“No,” he repeats, shaking his head. When she raises her head slightly to meet his gaze, he swallows. “Can you…?”
“Are you sure?” She bites her lip when he nods, his cock hard as rock in her hand. “Okay.” Letting go of him, she reaches for the jar of honey again, a bit more nervous this time. “It’s still hot, Kook,” she warns him softly, squeezing his thigh. “It could hurt.”
Jungkook meets her eyes again and he half-chuckles. “That’s kind of the point.” It’s clear that even he isn’t fully sure what to expect, but the sight of his erection, the tip wet and the girth solid, convinces her somewhat. Hesitating momentarily, Lia reaches up and kisses his cheek. 
“Okay, then,” she whispers against his skin, pressing a lighter kiss to his jaw before pulling away. Sitting back on her heels, she spoons out a dollop of golden honey and, taking care to avoid the angry pink tip, she slowly lets the honey drip down his cock, swirling it a bit. 
“Oh, fuck!” Jungkook whimpers loudly, making her jump, and he clutches at the sheets with his free hand. His face has that same expression again, the one that she can’t help but stop and stare at every time he’s close to finishing, with the sexy frown and his pink lips open. 
Lia moves forward silently, just in time to catch a golden drop on her tongue before it drips onto her white sheets. She sucks on the sweetness, working her way up his balls, cupping them with her other hand as she cleans up every last bit of honey on him.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” he whines as his hips buckle again. One of his hands finds its way into her hair again, his fingers tangling in her dark locks. She runs her tongue up his cock, continuing to palm his balls gently, feeling her stomach flip every time he lets out a throaty grunt. She laps up every bit of honey until she reaches his tip and finally takes him in her mouth, the saltiness mixing with the sweetness on her tongue. 
“Yes… fuck, yes.” Jungkook’s breath comes out in ragged bursts now, and only intensifies as Lia sucks him off, taking him in as far into her mouth as she can, vaguely tasting the last remnants of the honey on him. His fingers clutch at her hair, voice increasing in pitch, and she lets him go with a soft pop, immediately replacing her mouth with her hand, stroking him rapidly.
She wants to watch him. Jungkook is beyond handsome, enough that she catches herself staring at him doing the most mundane things far too often, but watching him come undone, especially when she’s the one doing it to him, is a sight she feels privileged to behold. His hand slides down from her hair down all the way to her hips, and she straddles his thighs to give both of them a better angle.
His torso glistens, partly due to the lighting and partly due to a light layer of sweat. She doesn’t know if she’s imagining the golden sheen because of the honey on her mind. Gazing at him, she increases the speed at which she’s stroking him, watching him with both fascination and arousal as she pushes him further and further.
She realises a moment too late what the expressions on his face mean, though. Without warning, she feels his hips buck under her again, coupled with a long and guttural groan, and suddenly feels something warm on her hand.
“Shit.” Jungkook sighs and runs a hand over his face. “I’m sorry, I’m so -”
“For what?” Lia asks gently, leaning over him for the tissue box on the bedside table. She pulls out a couple for herself and hands him one as well.
“I - I should’ve warned you,” he mutters, shaking his head as he cleans himself up and chucks the tissue in the corner of the room. “I wanted to cum in -” He breaks off, his ears turning red even as he pants in the aftermath of his orgasm.
She bites her lip, trying not to smile. “It’s okay,” she murmurs, leaning over him and pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth, throwing her soiled tissue to the side like him and straddling him fully. His hands come up to grasp her hips and he sighs when she trails her kisses down his jaw. “I loved doing that to you,” she murmurs.
“It was amazing,” he admits, running his hands up her waist and closing his eyes as her lips against his skin, her long hair brushing his chest. His voice is still slightly shaky and she feels his heart beat rapidly under her palms. “I want to make you feel good, too,” he adds softly after a moment.
Lia freezes, her lips on his sternum. Jungkook evidently feels it, for he squeezes her hips and, against all odds, his cock twitches against her arse. Down below, her clit throbs as though it’s just remembered what was happening a minute ago. Looking up at him, she bites her lip.
“You don’t have to,” she says after a moment. “If you’re feeling guilty or something.”
“I’m not.” He looks down, meeting her gaze. “I really, really want to… make you feel good,” he finishes. He’s still catching his breath from his own orgasm, his eyes dark and glassy. 
She swallows, her heart beating faster in anticipation. “How are you planning on doing that?” she asks, crawling up his chest and straightening up slightly. As she slips off her tank top, she hears his sharp intake of breath. Just as she’s been unable to reconcile herself to how stunning he looks on a day to day basis, often stopping mid-task just to watch him, it’s evident that he’s been just as unsuccessful every time she takes off her clothes, especially a top.
“Shit, come here,” he mutters, tugging at her hips. Pulling her close, they kiss for the first time since they started, all the pent up energy exploding the moment their mouths meet. 
Lia moans into his mouth, his hands burning into her skin and his chest feeling hard and steady against hers. She rolls her hips into his, the friction feeling delicious against her soaking core. He moves his hands to grab her arse, his fingers sliding the elastic down to feel her skin, firm and round in his grasp. She can’t help but moan again, when Jungkook suddenly flips them over.
Hovering over her, his wavy hair in his face and his lips twisted into a playful smirk, Lia’s heart has no chance. It’s the hardest thing in the world to try and stop kissing him, and when he begins making his way down her torso, burying his face in her cleavage, she thinks she might just be falling in love with him.
“Take this off,” he mutters, wrapping an arm around her and lifting her off the bed by a couple of inches so she can reach behind her and unhook her bra. He groans the moment her breasts are freed, immediately reaching up for them and kneading them. His eyes flutter shut, almost as though he’s moving simply through his sense of touch, lightly nipping the flesh until his lips reach her nipples.
“Oh, that feels good,” she sighs, her back arching slightly when he licks her right nipple, his other hand twisting her left one between two fingers. She runs her fingers through his hair, feeling it damp as he begins sucking on her nipple, almost hypnotised. She moves her hips upwards against pelvis, trying to get more friction and whining in impatience when he shifts. “Kook…”
It takes Jungkook a few seconds to part from her breasts, pressing kisses to the underside and down to her ribs until he travels all the way to the bottom of her torso. “You’re so sexy,” he murmurs, sucking softly at the flesh just above the hem of her underwear. With his mouth so close to her clit, she can feel herself soaking further through her underwear, barely able to hold on anymore. 
“God, Kook, put your tongue in me,” she whispers, gently yanking at his hair. He gasps, immediately moving lower and pulling her underwear down. His breathless chuckle tells her he can see just how wet she is.
“You really thought I didn’t have to take care of you?” he asks, gently pushing her legs up so her knees bend. Even through the haze of arousal, she can hear how earnest he sounds. “Even when you’re like this?”
“I…” She looks down and meets his lustful gaze, her heart flipping when she notices how his tongue is poking into his cheek. “I want you now. I really… really want you to take care of me right now.” She drops her head back down onto the pillow and the next second, she feels his mouth press a kiss right next to her lips. “Oh, God…”
Thankfully, he doesn’t tease her anymore, simply moving to kiss her outer lips before his tongue finds her clit, swollen and ready for him. He presses his tongue against the nub, his strong hands holding her thighs up as he laps up her juices, his lips soft yet firm against her cunt. 
“Yes, Jungkook…” Lia clutches at his hair, her core burning in a way that tells her she’s close, so close. “Suck on it… fuck, Kook, I want -” Her words are cut off when she whimpers, feeling him suck on her clit, first gently, then harder. His tongue moves in long, steady strokes, pulling her thighs to his face. “Yes, oh, god, yes…” 
She moves a hand up to her chest, pinching her nipple while her other hand stays in his hair and she spreads her legs as much as she can. She can feel him groaning into her, and the sound is just about pushing her over the edge. “God, Kook, don’t stop, don’t -” She twists her nipple harder, her back arching even more. She can feel a clamminess on her neck but she doesn’t bother for she’s so close…
“Fuck, Jungkook!” 
Her orgasm crashes over her, all the way from her cunt to her chest, and all the way down to her extremities. She sees nothing but spots for a moment, only vaguely feeling him crawl up her body. He kisses the top of her rib cage, the tops of her breasts, lip ghosting over her neck, her jaw, her earlobe. 
“You are so fucking hot, Lee-lee,” he murmurs, kissing her cheek before capturing her lips in his. She wraps her arms around his neck, wanting to feel nothing but him against her for the rest of the night, possibly the rest of her life. There’s only one thing that gets her eyes to snap open; she frowns in confusion as he sucks softly at her collarbone.
“Are you still hard, baby?”
Jungkook pauses, and she knows she’s right. Stiff and poking into her pelvis, Jungkook’s cock twitches tellingly the moment she utters the words.
“Yes,” he whines hoarsely into her neck, burying his nose further into the crevice as he tightens his arms around her. “But you’re sore and I -”
“Says who?” Lia waits as he falls silent, and she can practically hear his brain working out a response. Resisting the urge to roll her eyes in what she can only describe as endeared exasperation, she presses a kiss to his shoulder, inhaling the scent of sex and sweat off his skin. Truth be told, she doesn’t know if she’s sore yet. Her clit will surely be sensitive, but the thought of him hard and aroused is something she can’t bring herself to ignore.
Jungkook straightens up slightly so he can look at her. “Are you sure?” he asks, eyes wide. Against her hip, she can feel him twitch again. “Because I can -”
She kisses him, sighing into his mouth when he kisses her back, lips firm and passionate against hers. “I would really like for you to fuck me, Jungkook,” she murmurs against his lips, running a hand through his hair again. Pressing her chest up to his, she nips at his lower lip. “I want you to get me wet -” she moves her lips to his jaw “- and enter me -” she kisses the spot under his ear “- and stretch me out -” she bites softly at his earlobe as he hisses “- and since it’s a weekend, I want you try and make sure I can’t walk tomorrow.”
Jungkook pulls away slowly, biting his lip, and before she can gaze at his handsome face again, he straightens up and flips her over onto her stomach. The movement makes her swollen clit brush against the sheets and she lets out an involuntary moan.
“You’re really sure, baby?” he asks, his fingers already brushing between her thighs. When she nods, not trusting herself to speak, she feels his fingers travel up her arse and to the small of her back, running over where she knows is her stupid tramp stamp, the worst drunk decision she’s ever made, and what Jungkook insists is his favourite tattoo of hers ever since she told him she hated it.
“Can I try something?” 
Lia frowns, expecting to feel his fingers inside of her by now. She props herself up on her elbows to look back at him, her messy hair partially obscuring her view. “What?” When she sees his eyes dart to the jar of honey on the bedside table, she bites her lip. “Are you serious?”
“I mean, only - only if you’re okay with it,” he adds quickly, moving his hand up to stroke her back. “I just - I wanted to try.” His cheeks start reddening and he looks away, his doubtful expression extremely incongruous to his large and muscular body, tall and naked like a Greek statue.
After considering it for a moment, she shrugs. “Okay. Just… make sure it doesn’t get on the sheets.”
His eyes widen. “Really?” He sounds genuinely surprised, even as his cock pulses against her hip. He swallows when she nods, his free hand absently finding her arse cheek and squeezing it. He leans over to retrive the jar as she turns back around, sweeping her long hair off her back. “It’s not even that hot anymore,” he promises, adjusting himself between her spread legs. “Ready?”
Lia nods into the pillow, tensing only slightly. “Yeah.” A moment later, she gasps softly when she feels a hot liquid on the middle of her back, trickling thick and warm down her spine.
“Is that okay?” Jungkook’s voice is tentative, but there’s a hint of longing there and it only makes her wish she could see the look on his face.
“Yeah.” She nods again, for after a few seconds, the initial shock of the heat wears off. The closest comparison she has to it is wax, except it isn’t as scalding - and is far less punishing, especially when the strip is replaced with Jungkook’s mouth, wet and slow, slowly making its way up her back. She sighs into the pillow, feeling his strong frame cover her completely as he presses open-mouthed kisses all the way up to her neck.
“Was it okay?” he murmurs, kissing the spot on her shoulder where another tattoo lies - this one actually her favourite. She answers in a soft, content moan, feeling his erect cock settle in between her arse cheeks while his torso presses comfortably against her back. “Are you okay with more?”
“Just a bit,” she answers, not wholly comfortable with the stickiness she’s sure will remain. Jungkook acquiesces, dribbling a smaller amount, this time straight on her lower back where the sting of the heat feels slightly sharper. His mouth is on her skin instantly, his hands kneading at her arse before one brushes in between her legs and lightly feels for her cunt.
“Step one, done,” he confirms against her skin, and she can hear the smirk in his voice as he feels her wetness returning. Clearly aware of how sensitive she might be already, he continues with soft, gentle strokes against her clit.
Lia moans louder this time, clutching at her pillow as she savours the feel of his fingers, long and firm against her. His thumb ghosts over her pussy, but he doesn’t put his finger in and she’s grateful for the short respite, especially if he’s intending on following through with her requests.
“Kook,” she gasps after a minute, feeling the familiar heat in her abdomen once again. Behind her, Jungkook pauses where his mouth is on her shoulder blade and two of his fingers are inside her slit, rubbing her nub deliciously. “Kook, I’m gonna cum if you keep going, baby,” she admits, fighting the urge to squeeze her thighs together.
He brushes her hair off her shoulder and kisses her neck. “I can move on to step two?”
“God, yes…” She squeezes her eyes shut when his fingers disappear, unable to keep from groaning in their absence. Her heart begins thudding, though, when he straightens up behind her and holds her hips, lifting them up slightly before entering her. “Fuck, Kook…”
Behind her, Jungkook groans in pleasure as he stretches her out, giving her everything she’d asked for. He pulls out halfway again before bottoming out, her wet cunt making the movement smooth yet tight. Lia muffles her moans into the pillow as he establishes a rhythm, feeling his balls brush againsther clit with every thrust. 
“God, Kook…” She swallows, trying to find her voice. “Are you sure you can give me enough of a reason not to walk tomorrow?”
Jungkook responds with a grunt, thrusting hard into her. “I know I can,” he mutters, and, just as she’d hoped, he slams into her with renewed force, increasing his speed. Her whimpers grow louder and his groans increase in pitch as well. “Fuck, your cunt is so perfect, Lee-lee…”
His words send a wave of pleasure through her and she pushes her hips towards him, willing him to fuck her harder. “Yes - god, yes, Jungkook… fuck, just like that -”
Just as she says it, he pulls out and flips her over. The sight of him once again makes her heart race and she pulls him to her, kissing him frantically. Pulling away with a wondrous chuckle, Jungkook brushes a damp strand of hair off her neck. “You really think I can’t fuck you that hard?” he asks, his tone playful and sexy all at once, as though she’s challenged him at FIFA.
Despite how breathless she is and how much her cunt is aching for him, she scoffs. “Prove it, Jeon,” she says, panting slightly.
He bites his lip and grins, sweaty hair falling into his eyes, and holds her gaze as he enters her this time. It doesn’t last long, for he lowers his head to kiss her neck and her eyes flutter shut as she takes him in, feeling so full and so connected to him that she whimpers his name.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs, pushing into her and resuming his pace. Lia wraps her legs around his waist, feeling his sweaty body against hers as he thrusts into her with all the strength his body looks like it would have. 
“Harder, Jungkook…”
He obliges, his hips snapping against hers, the sound echoing against the walls of her room. She's vaguely glad that Dal isn't in the house; the sound of him slamming into her, coupled with their moans and whimpers and grunts could wake residents more than one floor up.
"Lia, I'm close…" Jungkook gasps, his torso shining above her as he picks up his pace. She nods, biting down on her lip hard, chasing the orgasm she knows is building, about to overwhelm her at any point.
The last few punishing thrusts send her over the edge and her vision swims as she comes undone, somehow making out Jungkook's throaty groan as well as he finishes inside her. She can feel his warmth coat her walls vaguely as she clenches weakly around him, wanting him to stay there forever. He lowers his head to kiss her, seeming just as dazed as she feels. 
“Fuck, that was incredible,” she whispers, left with no energy for more. Jungkook nods and kisses her again, his mouth curving into a gorgeous, tired smile. Groaning softly, he pulls away and reaches for the tissue box. He pulls out of her slowly, and Lia doesn’t even care that she audibly whines as he does, suddenly feeling cool and empty. He cleans himself up and wipes the insides of her thighs in a few quick strokes before sinking onto the bed beside her.
Automatically curling into his chest the same moment he holds out his arm, both of them catch their breath in relative silence.
“So?” Jungkook asks after about a minute, and she looks up to see him running a hand through his damp, wavy strands. “Did I do it?”
It takes Lia a moment to understand what he’s referring to. Cuddling further into him, she shrugs. “We’ll find out tomorrow.”
He chuckles but doesn’t say anything, simply tightening his arm around her. “By the way,” he says after a few seconds, “how was the… I mean, were you okay with…” He raises his eyebrows and motions with the other hand, as though holding a spoon.
“Oh.” Lia considers this. “It was sweet,” she decides, smiling when Jungkook grins and turns towards her to kiss her. His lips are so soft and comforting, and he pulls her close with both arms, enveloping her. “But I don’t think it’s really my thing,” she adds when they pull apart. 
He nods. “That’s fair. Maybe you can stay the chef and I’ll be your snack,” he suggests.
She laughs. “That’ll be one hell of a snack, Jeon.” When Jungkook simply shrugs and winks at her, she feels the same fluttering in her chest as she did before, the one where she’s sure her heart won’t stand a chance when it comes to him. It’s a big deal, a big step to confess what she thinks she’s feeling and the last thing she wants to do is push this relationship into anything before they’re ready.
Still, when he presses his lips to her forehead and hugs her closer, she rests her cheek against his chest and wonders if it might just be the right time, or if he feels the same at all. He seems to adore her; he’s young and ambitious, but the look on his face every time he looks at her is the main reason she's been excited to wake up every morning the last three months.
Her heart starts racing again, this time in anticipation. “Kook,” she says softly, feeling him turn his head to look at her. She doesn’t return his gaze, however, suddenly too self-conscious. “I, um…” She clears her throat. “I want to…” Shit. 
“Yeah?” he prompts when she doesn’t speak for another few seconds. 
Lia sighs. “I need to take a shower.”
Maybe now really isn’t the right time.
“Oh.” Jungkook pauses. “Okay. Mind if I join you?”
“Yeah, alright.” Despite the failed confession, she finds her stomach flip pleasantly at the thought. “But I have to warn you,” she says, sitting up with a wince, “I don’t think I have round three in me.”
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Welcome Home [MYG]
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⟶ Welcome Home [Yoongi x Female Reader] ⟶ Genre: 18+, PWP, Marriage Au, Smut, One Shot ⟶ Warnings: father!yoongi, kissing, blow job, unprotected sex, you guys have a child, etc ⟶ WC: 5.6k+ ⟶ Summary: After picking up your husband at the airport, you greet him with what any lonely wife would in the comfort of your shared bedroom. ⟶ Beta: Miss riddle tiddle, @taegularities​, thank you for reading through this when you found the time. And also dealing with my constant shenanigans when I write aimlessly and you’re trying to clean up my act for me. lol ⟶ Author’s Note: Based on the notorious Yoongi 220529 airport photos. This pwp is nothing fancy at all, just love and thirst. :] I’m also in love with my banner.
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You roll the stroller to the perimeter of the off-white bland walls of the baggage claim area in the airport. Parking typically is terrible, but you managed to swing through some loop-holes to find yourself the absolute perfect spot – right in front of the elevators of the garage. It gives you and Haneul, the eager 3 year-old boy wiggling in his seat, the chance to greet the man you’re supposed to be picking up right now.
Husband and father, Min Yoongi.
Haneul pestered you all of last night about wanting to run straight into his father’s arms the moment he spots him among the crowd of strangers. Even with Yoongi being gone for months on an international book tour, Haneul would recognise his dad in an instant. The creative kid even sketched an adorable drawing on a piece of paper, ready to hold up carefree and in plain view.
His feet kick back and forth, his frustrations untamed under the straps that buckle him in. But you fully understand your son’s happiness. Excited and completely impatient in wanting to see Yoongi. 
You’ve kept up with him nearly every day, primarily through video calls and brief texts. Yoongi always requested a new photo of Haneul every other day, fearing of missing out on any monumental moments Haneul might make in his absence.
Only once in a while would he request more of you. To see more than what he already does with the casual facetime events between the two of you. When he was alone and not distracted with the business of his tour, grieving to himself with a small glass of whiskey and empty side of a hotel bed. 
Of course you gave him exactly what he needed to keep him entertained. But you always held back the juiciest of details on purpose. To keep him interested and on his toes, to tease and taunt, yet show him a smile of nothing but innocence. The words “you can see more once you get home,” never left his brain. 
But his mind is not straight into the gutter when he first walks off the plane and follows the crowd down the escalators towards the designated baggage claim area. No, not at all.
It’s the binds around his heart which pull tighter the more he thinks about seeing the joys of his life, the people he holds closest to his love. With yearning and longing to see the people who help are vital pieces of his family. 
You help Haneul out of his seat as you straighten out his jacket. You double check if both of his shoes are strapped on securely before allowing his feet to hit the tile flooring. He is already tugging on your arm to beg you for his photo in which you happily fish out of your purse and unfold it for him. 
He checks it over, proud of his own work but also squinting as if he’s pondering the work itself. The facial gesture cracks a smile on your face as you recognize the resemblance between him and his father. The stern concentration yet the complete composed emotion.
You brush your hand through his hair, pushing the disarray of fluff off his forehead as you check for any dirty stains across his mouth and chin. Thankfully you only spot a few crumbs from some cookies he ate in the car, but Haneul is wiggling away from not wanting to be touched.
“Where’s daddy?” You chim with a softer tone, gaining your child’s attention in a flash.
His eyes expand wide with excitement as he looks around the area. You feel bad for a second when Haneul looks disappointed, but you know you are just preparing him for Yoongi’s entrance.
“Da-da?” He walks around you, keeping a hand on your leg while the crowd of people around him spook him.
You check your watch for the time, knowing that Yoongi’s plane has already landed and any minute now he should be waltzing right in with the rest of the travelers. 
“Soon, Haneul. Do you have your picture ready?”
The little boy nods frantically, pulling the piece of paper straight across his chest to display it. He continues to search around for his father, the excitement blazing in his eyes.
The first line of people begin flooding in the doors, several looking exhausted and in their most comfortable airport-wear. They all shuffle one by one until they fan out into the wider room, a few instantly gathering around the carousel. 
“Haneul,” you warn as the boy begins stepping closer to the crowd. You slowly trail behind him as you grab hold of the handle of the stroller.
“Stay close,” you express with a stern tone. “Wait for him.”
You glance up to the entranceway with hidden enthusiasm, eyes flickering through the throng of people until you see him.
Yoongi walks in the room carrying his expensive Hermies Birkin bag with a small twilly scarf you personally picked for him. It contrasts with the baggy blue jeans with ripped holes in the knees and the tucked in white t-shirt and light beige button up hanging off his shoulders – but together everything looks perfect.
Even with a mask covering his face, you can tell he’s yawning the second he walks through and examines the area around him. Your heart flutters momentarily, witnessing the way his fingers shag through his dark tendrils of hair and unintentionally make it appear fluffier. It swoons your heart as the sight before you unwinds, nearly making you lightheaded with a rising fever.
It’s as if it is the first time you’re laying your eyes on him; a love at first sight moment. Though you’ve known him for years now, you've seen nearly all sides of the man who you call your husband. 
But today hits you harder, somehow.
Whether it was the pining to see him – a growing hunger that slowly consumed you the longer he was away – or the sudden thirst that develops the second his forehead exposes as he makes eye contact with you, you cannot pinpoint where to blame. There is something utterly magical about the way your husband looks at you, like the world is empty of anything but the three of you.
“Da-Da!” Haneul yells with excitement, surprising you and everyone surrounding you. 
He treks quickly in a straight bee-line from where he stands. His arms out in excitement, waving in the air as he keeps them wide open for Yoongi. A soft smile grows on your face as your heart tightens over the cuteness overload. You notice how Yoongi’s eyes squint with happiness the moment he spots Haneul running to him. Everything inside you knows he is smiling wide under his mask.
Yoongi drops to a squatting position, prepared to envelope his son in his arm while he pushes his bag behind his back. Haneul dives face first into Yoongi’s chest, his arms clinging around his neck and holding on like a happy sloth. Your husband nuzzles his head into Haneul’s hair as his arm wraps around the little boy's frame. He lifts him up with one swift hoist, letting the boy link his legs around as Yoongi adjusts his stance and looks back at you.
You bite back a smile, but the glow in your eyes and cheeks give away your mirth. There’s nothing in your world that looks better than the sight of seeing your bundle of joy in the arms of the man of your dreams.
Haneul is grabbing at Yoongi’s cheeks\ as he walks over to you, turning his head to face him so that he can place his forehead against his father’s. You never question the act your son picked up out of the blue, but both you and Yoongi assume it’s his expression of love. And when Yoongi responds to his son’s gesture with the same exact scrunched up happy face, your smile completely cracks open.
You take a few steps to meet Yoongi the rest of the way, opening your arms wide enough to hug the both of them. With all the events happening, you and Yoongi had completely forgotten about his traveling publicist who awkwardly stands back to retain from involvement in the family reunion. 
“I missed you,” he says as he places his head against yours.
You smile with the confession, pulling back just enough to spare a few inches between another and stare into his eyes. Without asking, you lightly pull down his mask. Pushing your lips against his, you feel the warmth you’ve been missing out for the past five weeks. 
“I missed you, too,” you reply softly.
Haneul begins pushing at both of your heads, wanting to get himself in the mix of the innocent kisses. The two of you chuckle and cave in, smiling at the way Haneul lifts his picture for his dad with the utmost pride.
“I drew meow-meow!”
Yoongi looks at the sketched out orange and blue cat on the paper that his son holds up. He pulls a surprised face, eyebrows raised and everything. 
“For me?” He hums with his deep toned voice, “It’s wonderful! Good job! Is that Jae?”
“Yeah!”
“Has he been good?”
Haneul giggles, nodding his head excitedly, “Mhm!”
You back up enough to grab hold of the stroller again, pulling it over to where Yoongi starts turning towards the carousel. He nods towards his publicist who finally walks over and joins the group.
“And how was mommy? Was she good too?” Yoongi asks Haneul as he glances over to you.
“No,” Haneul drawls.
Yoongi fake gasps as he stares back at his son. It forces the kid to start giggling, and both you and Yoongi know he’s playing around.
“No?” You walk up and raise your eyebrows at Haneul. The boy laughs even more, wanting to hide away into his father’s neck. “I haven’t been good?”
You place your hands on your hips as you tilt your head. You try hard not to give into the bubblicious laughter that erupts from your son, but you cannot help it. He’s way too cheerful to stay too stern.
“Oh no…” Yoongi laughs back. “I guess mommy needs to go to timeout later, huh?”
Rolling your eyes, you pivot to your stationary stance. Shifting your weight to one leg as your hip pops out, one hand on the hip as the other holds onto the handle of the stroller now.
“If i’m not good, then that means we shouldn’t have bingsu tonight.”
“No!” Haneul protests with a whine.
Yoongi shifts him in his hold, “Don’t worry, I’ll give you bingsu. Mommy doesn’t deserve any.”
You quirk your eyebrow up as you glance at Yoongi, skeptical at his words. There’s a hint of mischief laced on the corner of his lips and the crinkle of his eyes. Whatever he has going on inside that head of his, you’re sure you’ll hear about it later.
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It’s lazy the way Yoongi’s plump lips mold onto yours. He pushes himself into you, backing your body up against the nearest wall. His hands grip onto your arms softly, trailing them down to your wrists to bring them above your head. The heat of his skin presses onto yours as the two of you tangle your tongues with another.
“Good thing you took a nap earlier,” you mumble into his mouth.
He exhales deeply through his nose as he hums with acknowledgment. He grinds his pelvis into you, pinning you tight against the wall and giving you little room to wiggle.
“I needed the rest,” he chimes in. His mouth trails kisses down the edge of your jaw to the length of your neck. Yoongi’s teeth nip at your sensitive skin, instantly soothing the sting with his soft kiss. “And I needed the shower as well. But you have me now.”
“I love how long your hair has gotten,” you comment as you desperately try to move your hands. But Yoongi continues to pin your wrists with his hand above your head. “You should keep it like this for a bit.”
The dim lit bedroom illuminates the area just enough to give a sensual vibe. Dusty tones and sweet smells – courtesy to the lit candles –  help set the mood for your late night evening. Haneul knocked out fairly fast after enjoying his favorite dinner, sashimi, and getting his quality dessert time with his father. Yoongi took the honor of placing the child to bed, making sure to have the house pet, Jae, keep him company while he reads him a nighttime story.
“Yeah?” He smirks as his fingers tighten around you, “The length is a bit too long for me to maintain.”
His eyes meet you with a dark glint. Yoongi licks his lips as he admires the lines of your face.
“I’ll help maintain it,” you smile as you lean towards him, puckering your lips.
Yoongi allows your wrists to slip from his hold, giving you the opportunity to slink them around his neck and brush your fingertips against the base of his neck. Your nails lightly threaten his skin, scratching only enough to earn a low growl from him.
You step forward into your husband, clutching onto him as you anchor your weight. He steps back, ushering you along with him as he travels towards your shared bed. It’s tidy and barely touched, but that is soon to change the moment the back of Yoongi’s knees hit the edge of the bed.
Cautiously, Yoongi sits himself down as he drags your face with his. He nips lightly on your bottom lip, enjoying the sweet sucking noises exchanged between your greedy mouths. You lean forward, taking him in like an addictive drug – in some ways he is your penicillin. Treating all your lonesome and sorrows with everything you need.
Attentiveness. Physical touch. Kindness.
You’ve missed him and it shows.
It shows with the way you practically grab him possessively when you finally get him alone. How your body slots perfectly in position between his legs as your hands fumble over the button to his jeans. Your knees press into the carpeted floor as you shuffle Yoongi’s pants down. 
“Y/n…” Yoongi sighs as your name leaves his tongue.
His hand laces behind your head, gathering up any piece of hair in a fist. His cock springs from its confinements as you yank the rest of his bottoms down to his knees. They fall listlessly as he widens his legs, sprawling out before you. His dick luls heavy to the side, stiff from the riled up make-out session. 
“Let me,” you insist as your head levels with his cock. 
You waste no time in gripping the shaft with your palm, standing it up to prepare yourself to take him in. Giving a few small strokes with your fist, you feel the smooth underside of his cock glide easily inside your hand. It makes your mouth water with thirst and you’re feeling incredibly parched.
Lowering your mouth, you place a delectable kiss to the tip of his cock. The bitter saltiness from the leaking precum greets you with a blast of flavor. Your tongue rolls out between your lips, enough to kitten-lick the slit of his head and earn the first stifled groan of the night.
“S-Shit,” Yoongi involuntarily twitches his cock in your hold. The sensation must be delightful for him. His hand tilts your head to see your lips, wanting to watch the way you part them for an open-mouth kiss to his cock. “Yeah, baby. Just like that.”
The light praise grooms your pride like a pat on the back; making you feel like an accomplished wife and valuable woman to your man.
“Anything for you,” you nearly purr with enthusiasm.
Yoongi huffs a quick laugh, his mouth parting into a small smile, “Everything for me, eh?”
You grin while widening your lips and grazing your teeth lightly over his sensitive head. It visibly makes Yoongi shudder as the grip in your head reinforces its hold on you. He tilts his head to the side as he looks down at you between his spread legs. It’s a devilish scene to admire from below, but it screws your insides as you stare up at him through your lashes.
Your tongue swipes across the underside of his cock as you sink further down, keeping eye contact with the man who stares under hooded eyes. The tip threatens to edge itself near the back of your throat and that’s your point of retracting; choosing to bob your head slowly and shallowly. You pinch your lips around his dick as you suck feverishly, enjoying the flavor of his skin and arousal against your tastebuds.
God, you really did miss this.
You angle yourself better – even with the strong hand guiding you – to take more of him when you’re prepared. Hollowing your cheeks, you focus on breathing through your nose. Inch by inch you sink him further into your mouth, feeling the bulbous head press against a sensitive spot in the back of your throat.
You hum when Yoongi pushes your head down. His cock lodges its way through the entrance into your esophagus. Your eyes swell with a layer of tears, but they don’t break the brim. Instead, they glisten as you stare up at your husband with determination.
Cracking a smile would break the suction of your lips, so you give Yoongi the gesture of sucking harder to urge him on. 
“Good girl,” he whispers in a low voice. 
His head tilts back on his shoulders, exposing his Adam’s apple and thick neck. He groans and sucks his breath in between his teeth, letting you lazily blow him off. 
“You’re so good to me,” he comments in a more desperate voice.
You feel pressure of his hand pushing you further; an indicator that he’s nearing the peak of a mountainous cliffside where he’ll dive straight into the abyss of pleasure.
Saliva drips out of your mouth and down his shaft, making the glide of your mouth easier once you slide him as deep as you can. Nose brushing straight into his tamed pubes that smell like his lingering body wash. Your mouth is full with the capacity of his entire length, focusing hard on swallowing him just the way you know he likes.
Above you, Yoongi huffs into the air. His head tilts to the side while his legs twitch at your sides. 
He moans softly, speaking under his breath, “Baby, I’m going to… I’m almost there.”
His urgency shows in the way his chest rises and falls frantically and in the tightening of his abdomen. Even the slow roll of his hips cannot be contained when Yoongi tries to wedge himself in your throat. Pushing himself in to –
“-- Ah! Shit, shit, shit!”
His creamy white ropes of cum surpass your tastebuds and shoot straight down your throat. His cock twitches with delight once you gag around his member from the erratic movement, though he appreciates the noises you make as you attempt to retain yourself. Yoongi holds his breath when his orgasm washes over him, rough bouts of air escaping his nostrils while exhaling deeply.
When he finally releases his grip on you, his fingers hook under your jaw. His spent cock slides out of your mouth and drops against his skin as he raises you up from the ground. 
You smile with warmth, letting him guide you straight back to his mouth, swallowing the last bit of his semen.
“I love you,” you murmur right before your lips meet his.
His hands roam your body, finding the corners of you to pull you in closer. Begging your body to climb around him and settle on his lap. Your legs surround his frame as he makes room for you.
“I love you more,” he confesses right back. 
Yoongi’s fingertips dance around the edge of your sleepwear, a dainty little night dress you purposely wore to tease him. The nearly sheer fabric barely covers your body but adds just the amount of illusion his eyes need. He shifts the material up and over your thighs, revealing to him how you failed to wear any form of underwear and left yourself bare just for him.
He hums to himself, giggling along with you as your lips press into another. His featherlight touch tickles your skin, digits traveling up to your hips. Once he shifts you closer to him, bumping your privates against another, he takes in the amount of arousal dripping out of your core.
Like sap, your slick coats his shaft the moment you rest on top of him. Your hands help tug off his loose t-shirt to rid him of the last piece of clothing, exposing his toned chest and pale collar bones. With grace, you roll your hips against him – using his shaft like a toy while you run your sopping pussy across the length of it. Each time your clit flicks over the lump of his cockhead, you clench with excitement as Yoongi breathes harshly into your neck.
“Baby, go slow –”
“– just missed you so much,” you admit.
Yoongi winces when your hips press harder into him, his voice uttering a hushed plea when his hands grip your waist.
“Still sensitive, baby. Slow down. You have me now,” he reminds you in a sincere voice. “I’m not going anywhere.”
You’re in anguish over him. As if he’d been stripped away from you for centuries, but in reality it's only been a few weeks. You smell his scent lingering in your nostrils. This whole time you have missed the way he cradles you against him, holds you impossibly close during times of intimacy. Even the pheromones remind you how much you yearned for his return.
Would it be cheesy to admit that you’ve never had a love like this before?
You rake your nails up the back of his scalp, running trails up the roots of his hair before you squeeze your fingers into small fists. His locks glide through so soft and tender, fluffy from how they naturally dry.
As you continue to roll your hips on his lap, making sure to lube his cock up with your natural essence, Yoongi breathes hot air against the side of your neck.
“I haven’t even gotten to touch you yet, baby. How are you so worked up?”
“I don’t need it. I just need you,” you pant, focusing on how to expertly rub yourself on him to gain the exact friction you want.
Yoongi’s lap feels warmer, wetter, in seconds. His fingers crumple the loose material that falls off your shoulders by thin strings, gathering it up higher so he can admire the view between the two of you.
“Please,” you beg as you pull his head closer with your hands. “Please, Yoongi. I want you to fuck me.”
He groans while his arms circle around you, pulling you flush against his chest and halting your actions. Yoongi’s lips peck down your skin as the two of you breath labored breaths.
“You’re so needy. You don’t want to wake Haneul up,” he calls to mind the sleeping child resting in the other room. “Gotta stay quiet, baby.”
You nod your head frantically, head nudging against his once you press down into him. 
“Fuck me,” you whisper like a secret made for just the two of you. “I’ll be quiet.”
Swiftly, your body moves with Yoongi’s as he turns with you. Your side hits the bed before he’s slipping out from under you to stand. With sincere guidance, he pushes your frame into the bed, forcing your front into the mattress below. You feel the way his hands roam across the edges of your back as a smile grows across your face.
Your head twists to the side just to try and see him as much as possible. Playfully, you push your ass towards him when you prop it up in the air for him. The fabric falls down and pools around your waist, exposing your ass and dripping core to him.
“Oh,” he hums as he sees your naked backside. His palm grips a piece of your cheek and squeezes playfully, pulling it to the side and appreciating the view.
With his other hand, he holds his cock and lightly taps it against your ass. The light slap resounds in the room around you but unfortunately, you can only feel it. You know it must be “waking” back up for a second round. It always takes Yoongi a few minutes to recuperate after shooting his load, though it never stopped the endless rounds of sexual rendevuous.
“Baby, fuck me,” you whine and wiggle your ass to him.
“Remind me the next time I travel to take a longer trip,” he speaks with a teasing tone. “Seems like the further away I am the more thirsty you become.”
You huff with a roll to your eyes, “Don’t make fun of me.”
“I would never dream of that,” he hums with a soft smile.
From behind, Yoongi shoves your face into the blankets as he lines himself up at your entrance. He does it in an aggressive manner, but you know he does it with utter kindness. Slowly, he inserts himself into your awaiting hole, feeling how you eagerly suck him in like an open invitation. He glides smoothly, descending each inch of his cock into your cunt. He doesn’t pull back and ease himself like he does usually; instead, his hips press flat against your ass in one fluid motion.
Your empty deprived cunt instantly filled with the entire length and girth of your husband.
You moan, but it’s muffled with the suffocating blankets surrounding your mouth. Cunt clenching around the favored intrusion, you cannot help the overwhelming feeling of being full – finally.
Even though you might be full of your husband's cock, unable to think properly, you cannot help but to think of how much you love the man who is stuffing you. How every bit of him falters the second Haneul cries for help and how each moment you catch him sneaking a glance at you when he thinks you wouldn’t notice… small signs of his genuine and kind nature breaching his hard and cool exterior makes you weak at the knees. It’s the little things which Yoongi writes out through his mannerisms and the way he says things which threads a rope of love around your heart. 
It tightens each and every day; continuing to reel you in like a hopeless romantic who is lost at sea.
He pulls back, drawing his entire length out and leaving just the tip. With firm fingers, he spreads your cheeks even wider and tilts your hips to arch your back. There’s something with the way your cunt fits around him that he cherishes. Along with the fresh gleam of slick that coats him like second skin; Yoongi fancies the appearance as he forcibly thrusts his cock back into you. 
Watching the way it disappears from plain sight. Loving the way you twist and moan from the rough pleasure he gives you. Even hushed by the fabrics below you, Yoongi commands you to make all the noises you want to make with the next hard thrust.
“Shh, shh,” he nearly laughs at the way you whine. 
He knows it’s ridiculous to ask you for silence; especially when you’re in such a predicament, but he wants to be sure you two don’t suffer the consequences if either of you fail. 
So attentive with the way he gyrates his hips into you, power-drilling his cock into the deepest crevices of your cunt, Yoongi is also cautious with how present the headboard is against the far side wall. It taps lightly at first, sometimes not even hitting the sheetrock, but your moans continue to rile him up. Melodic tunes tugging at his eardrums and fueling his confidence and ego as he continues to rail his cock into you in long strides.
You choke on your own tongue when the words fail to fall out of your mouth. The trapped heat of your breath only makes your face warmer when you attempt to breathe fresh air in between the moments of having the wind knocked out of you. Though you enjoy every juicy second of your husband’s cock traveling to the hidden area of your walls.
Shuffling your arms underneath you, you manage to prop your head up just enough to release a silent moan. Your head lobs with the jolts of his body into your backside, his lap tapping into the back of your thighs as his palms secure themselves around your waist. You bite down on your bottom lip hard, pinching your eyebrows together in concentration while you inhale deeply. 
You want to moan, you want to tell him how amazing you are feeling with the babbling mess of words that want to escape your throat. Your fists grip the blankets harshly, tugging them closer to you each time Yoongi’s cock threatens your g-spot.
“More. More!” You call to him desperately, keeping your voice low. 
Your ass ripples like water with each thrust, flesh shaking like jello from the momentum. 
Yoongi surprises you by pulling your body off the bed with a hoist. You arch even further to accommodate the new position. With a firm hand, Yoongi slides a palm across your mouth and tilts your head back to lean against him.
His stance behind you widens as his free hand grips you by the hip to drag you back into each thrust. Yoongi’s strength holds you perfectly to him. 
It blocks the next moan that was just about to release out your lips. His face buried into the side of your head, his mouth panting against your skin and forming goosebumps with how possessively lewd it sounds to you.
“Finish for me,” he requests with a gruff voice. 
Deft fingers slide across your front and push down on your lower abdomen as he trails further. They find the slit of your nether lips and spread them to reveal your clit. Your knees nearly buckle from the onslaught you’re enduring with his cock and now with the magical press of the most sensitive nerve “button” on your body.
Your hand finds purchase on his arm and the other reaches back to grip his leg. Your nails dig into his skin with anticipation and in need of holding onto something, anything.
Mouth opened wide for a moan, it is stifled by the palm that latches over your lips. The ragged breath exhaling out of Yoongi only turns you on more. You’d give anything to see the way his face scrunches up with focus as his nostrils flare. The imagery already seems lewd enough to egg you on when his fingertips swirl around your clit.
“Mmf!” you cry into his palm once Yoongi relentlessly refuses to give up; his cock dragging out of you only to plunge straight back in again.
It feels heavenly with just the right amount of pleasurable pain to twist your insides and spin that coil that’s buried deep within the pit of your body. In one simple earth-shattering snap, the string that holds you together finally breaks. Worn down from holding that blissful orgasm away from you unless your body is ready for its full release.
Your body fights to close your legs even more, which is quite impossible when your knees already cross over another. Yoongi holds you as your body trembles from your orgasm; like rapids flowing down a river bend. 
Unpredictable and irregular, always keeping the two of you on your toes.
Your hand tightens around his arm until you descend from the clouds. Yet Yoongi doesn’t waiver from his long strides for a second. His hips slap into you with purpose, battering your cunt with how ready he is to release again.
He pulls out far too soon for your liking. Globs of sweet white cum shoot out of his cockhead onto your backside. Yoongi pushes his cock against your skin, trapping it between your two bodies. 
His voice comes out raspy and out of breath, “The was fucking amazing. Felt so good.”
Neither one of you mind the slow dripping cum touching your bodies. Even the arousal trickling down between your legs just makes you feel filthier, but unbothered completely. The two of you stand there as you catch your breath; tame your beating hearts while aftershocks of your orgasms run rapidly through your nerves.
Even your own cunt flutters with the filthy afterthoughts of what more the two of you can do.
Slowly, Yoongi cages you inside his arms once again. His lips pepper butterfly kisses across your shoulder blade to your neck. He sighs delightfully as he rests his chin in the crook of your neck. Soft hands lace around your front and hug you, hold you.
“How are you feeling?” He quips the question after a few moments of silence.
You begin rubbing your own palms along his arms in a tender way, touching his heated skin and seeking his fingers to interlock with yours.
“Amazing,” you gleam. He can hear the charm in your voice, the satisfied tone setting him in a better mood. “You’re amazing,” you nudge him with your head.
“Not as amazing as you,” he huffs a laugh. 
The two of you hum with lighthearted amusement. But you’re being distracted the moment you hear feeble knocks at your door. A high pitched, curious whine comes from the other side – snapping both you and Yoongi out of your intimate trace and back to reality. 
“Mommy! Mommy!”
The small voice of your child chants your name as his fists continue to hit the wood of the door. 
Yoongi curses under his breath once he peels himself off of you. Together you shuffle throughout the room as you frantically call back to your in-need child. You’re searching for a towel that hangs off the master bathroom door, quick to wrap yourself before seeing your husband rummage through his drawer for a pair of pajama shorts to slip on.
“I’m coming, Haneul!”
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Have Mercy (on me)
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Pairing: JJK x Reader WC: 9.3k Genre: Smut, PWP Rating: M (minors dni) Warnings: Toxic gamer boy JK, Mean OC, sexism, Subby JK, D/s dynamics, excessive use of petnames, tattoos, piercings (nipples and genital), spit, edging, self asphyxiation, overstimulation, degradation, humiliation, praise, NO AFTERCARE Banner by @introlxv Beta’d by @amourtae Part of: Bangtan DLC: A Streamer BTS Collab hosted by @joonscypher​, @kookskingdom​, & @lavienjin​ Summary:  Jungkook is finally popular enough to quit his job and make a living off his streaming and he’s very proud of his Master rank. His cockiness takes a turn when an unknown player joins his team and starts talking shit but what’s worse is they’re not just talking the talk but walking the walk. Jungkook ends up humiliated in multiple ways but there’s only one of which he ends up liking.  Authors note: It’s finally here! A special thank you to @audreonne​ for using her esports knowledge and correcting everything I had wrong with the Overwatch gameplay (because I’m a filthy casual and don’t play) and letting me use her username. Also to my lovely writing net @thebtswritersclub​ and everyone who supported me with hype and writing alongside me in sprints.
VICTORY
“Let’s get it!” Jungkook whoops as the rest of the boys echo the sentiment in the voice chat. His eyes fall to his Twitch chat, messages zooming by nearly too fast to keep up.
 GG
That was a close one!
Honestly thought you were going to lose that round
“Thanks so much for hanging out with us tonight, Goldens. That’ll be all for today’s stream but make sure to tune in tomorrow, it’s our Sub Sunday where we play some more chill games with you guys. We’ll be running some Among Us so keep an eye out on my Twitter for the code drop, 1pm on the dot. We’re going to end this by sending out a raid to my friend BamBam, he’s streaming a blind run of Mario Odyssey right now. He’s a good buddy of mine so send him all the love that I receive here. Good night!”
His face cam closes and his screen is replaced with his usual end stream background that he’ll keep up for another 5 minutes or so as people filter out.
His attention shifts to his dashboard which holds his account statistics. A few people had subscribed during his stream and he can see his new number now nearing 5,000. It had been a grueling few years to get to this point and the exhaustion from working his regular job on top keeping a steady streaming schedule can still be felt in his bones.
He liked his cinematography internship, don’t get him wrong but the freedom of choosing his own work schedule and content was much less of a burden on him creatively. Plus the attention he got from the community he created was good for his ego. Admittedly, half the comments in stream were more about his looks than his gameplay but what’s there to complain about. He gets to play videogames every day and makes enough money to pay his bills and spend frivolously on ridiculous things for a serotonin boost when he needs it.
The voices echoing in his headset brings him back to reality as he watches his viewer count decrease and eventually disappear.
“Hobi’s out since he has to join Yoongi at the studio for a project they’re working on but is everyone else down to stay on and get some practice in? The next season of competitive is starting soon and I want to make sure I’m keeping on top of it.” Jin whines in the background.
The rest of the group all give off varying excitement levels of agreement. They pile into the waiting room but since their team is now missing a player a random added player comes in. Audreonne, master rank. At least they should keep up with them. Their icon flips to Mercy. Strategic teamwork at least, they needed a healer to balance out since Hoseok’s Lucio was now out of the ranks.
The countdown starts and they’re thrown into the game, it’s a familiar map and the guys easily split to their usual procedure. The Mercy player veers away with Namjoon and Tae.
Jungkook’s Widowmaker turns a corner and is instantly double teamed by the opposing Genji and Doomfist.
“Motherfucker,” he mumbles under his breath as the screen indicates eliminated. He respawns and quickly heads back the same way. “Yo, Audreonne, can you stick by me so I can deal with these assholes?”
He’s not waiting for a reply before dropping down into the area he was just eliminated from only to immediately repeat the process and go down again. “Where’s the fucking res, dude?” 
The action replay of his death shows no trace of the Mercy player around him. He scoffs, of course, guess that master rank came with more luck than skills.
“Hey, healer, if you’re going to pick support the least you could do is actually fucking support. Get your shit together.”
The rest of the guys don’t seem to be doing too hot on their own. There’s more grunts of defeat than there are whoops of victory and it’s not long before the screen comes up with the final judgment.
DEFEAT
Jungkook releases a loud groan and throws himself back in his chair, the force sending him wheeling away causing his headset to fly off and clatter onto the ground. He shoves it back on with muttered curses and checks the team, all having gone down by a few SP.
“How about you pay more attention to the team health, Audreonne,” he snarls.
The player remains quiet. A new chat comes up on the side screen.
I’m rusty with Mercy. I usually main Widowmaker but you seem attached so I’m letting you keep hold of her.
A short laugh comes out as he reads the comment in disbelief. No fucking way was he going to let someone else take his character. He knows he can play it better than anyone else on the team.
“Catch up quick then. And put your mic on, we can’t team properly if we can’t communicate.” That’s all he gets to put in before the countdown ends and a new game begins. They’re on defense this time.
A notification comes up.
Audreonne has joined the voice chat
Fucking finally.
The countdown ends and Jungkook goes out to the east side of the map.
“Where the fuck are you going? You saw we’re on defense right?” The unknown player makes their appearance and Jungkook groans.
“Ugh, a chick? No wonder we lost the last game. Don’t bring your uwu bullshit in here. We take this game seriously so move on to the next team of losers if you expect us to carry you.”
“Nerf this!” is heard away from him and there’s no time to react as D.Va’s mech slams into him and explodes. Fuck. He spawns back at base.
“Looks like your little hero expedition didn’t pay off so much. Why don’t you try sticking around the team this time?” The voice taunts him.
“She’s not wrong, JK. We could use Widow’s Venom Mines around the border and Infrasight will come in handy to see where they’re coming from.” Damn, even Namjoon was turning against him.
“Didn’t take you for a simp, Joon,” he rebukes. He can hear Namjoon scoff but there’s no response as the enemy team starts converging on their base.
Jungkook is losing HP at an alarming rate and calls for a resurrect as his character falls. He sees Mercy’s wings at the edge of his screen but Widowmaker doesn’t come back up.
“Are you not paying attention? If you were going to play support can’t you do your job and heal when you’re supposed to? How did you even make it to master rank? Is this your boyfriend’s account? He’s going to be pissed when you end up demoting him to diamond,” he rebukes.
“If you were paying attention you’d have noticed that I was already using my res on Hanzo. We needed his Dragonstrike more than your abilities or is your head so far up your ass you can’t notice your teammates also going down around you?” The rebuff is laced with aggression. “If you’re so insecure knowing you’re skills are subpar to a woman who’s only been only been playing 3 months just fucking say so.”
“3 months? No way. You managed to rope in some dude who knows the game to rank you up and now you’re just reaping in the benefits. This is my job and it took me nearly a year to get to the same title.” Disbelief taints the edges of his declaration.
“Wow, you’d think a professional esports player would do better.”
“I’m not dedicating myself to one game and letting management decide my gameplay. I’m a Twitch streamer. I’m independent, I control myself,” he boasts.
“Ah, I know the type. Got a few hundred followers and think you’re hot shit, huh?” The voice jeers at him.
“Look little miss, I get that you might not be properly into games but I’ve got nearly 100k so I think I’m doing alright for myself.” It’s a shame his smirk can’t be seen.
He doesn’t expect the laugh that echoes on the other end and the taunting, “Cute” that follows. 
There’s no time to continue the argument as their focus is brought back to the game.
Jungkook isn’t entirely selfish. When mentioned that his teammates were also going down he kept an eye out for more pressing cases but when his HP is dropping too close for comfort he calls for help.
“I’m really low. I need a heal!”
“Hmm, ask nicely.”
“The fuck? We don’t have time for your games, we’re going to lose the match, just heal!”
“Not with that attitude, we can win without you. If you want my help then beg for it.”
No way. He can make it through the fight without having to stoop so low. He just needs to get away from the fire and get a medpack.
At least he tries to but he’s surrounded on too many sides and there’s no clean way out.
“Can I have a heal, please?” he grunts through clenched teeth.
“Aw, see, you can be a good boy.” His HP comes back up nearly instantly.
There’s a few close calls before the screen lights up.
VICTORY
A sigh of relief escapes him as the group congratulates each other on the win but his patience has worn thin.
“Can we kick the chick so we can get someone decent on support?” he asks.
“Oh shit, I’m sorry, did my game glitch? I don’t think it was your character I saw in the play of the game footage? Open your eyes for a second and try to understand how I got more kills than you as support than you managed to get as damage? Do you want to give Mercy a shot, maybe she’ll be more your speed?” There’s an evil lilt to the voice that answers him. “I guess we know which one of us is boosted after all, huh?”
“You know what, bitch? I’ve had enough of your shit. 1v1 me and we can see who has the skills without having to rely on the team,” he demands.
The voice acquiesces, nonchalant and unbothered. A Discord username pops up in the chat and the account disconnects from the game. His friends try to get him to just forget about it and keep playing now that they’ll just have someone new to join the team but Jungkook’s reputation is at stake and he won’t let some girl think she’s got something over him. He assures his friends it’d only take a minute and he’d be right back as soon as it’s dealt with.
He sets up a custom game, elimination, and picks his favorite map, Castillo. He picks his character and sends the game invite after adding the player to his friend list, begrudgingly.
It only takes a minute for the user to join the game. Frustration courses through him when the other player’s icon also changes to Widowmaker. A message pops up: Since we both main Widowmaker this is the fairest way to measure up, don’t you think? Fine. If that’s how they want to play this.
The set up is ready and the game starts. He easily makes it to the center statue and takes a second to assess where his opponent might be coming from. Venom Mines set at the most obvious chokepoint where the opposite side would come in from, but it stays silent. He activates his Infra-Sight to see where they might be hiding behind a structure but no outlines make themselves known. The enemy is simply not here.
His eyes get drawn to the chat on the side of the screen.
Behind you
ROUND LOST
He’s back at spawn.
What the fuck. Where had they even come from? There was no way they would have passed by him. He would have seen it.
Forget it. Push to the next round. He’s barely out of spawn before he gets hit again.
ROUND LOST
It doesn’t stop.
ROUND LOST
ROUND LOST
ROUND LOST
It’s entirely too quick for the screen to boast GoldenJK 0 VS 11 Audreonne. Absolutely no way. Discord is pulled up on the other screen and he doesn’t hesitate to press the call button. It doesn’t take long for the dial tone to disappear indicating the call being picked up on the other end.
“I expected you to rage quit honestly. I’ve seen it happen often enough before. Think having me whisper sweet nothings in your ear is going to make you focus better?” The voice is mocking which just makes his teeth bite down harder.
“It’s impossible that you’re not hacking somehow. Or someone else is playing for you. There’s never been some girl able to counter me this easily. Open cams so I can see that you’re really playing properly. Mouse and keyboard in frame, you’re not pulling anything sneaky on me.”
His answer comes in the form of a hum. Low and thoughtful. “I wouldn’t usually let you or anyone else direct orders at me but I’ve got nothing to hide and if you think trying to pay attention to how I play while simultaneously trying to get a shot in on your skill level is going to help then who am I to deny.”
The call screen changes as he finally sets his eyes upon his opponent, upon you. His preconceived notions of a pink room with a background full of stuffed animals is quickly quashed as he takes in that your setup is surprisingly similar to his.
It’s hard to see the color of your walls at all through the amount of posters covering them. Jungkook recognizes characters from different franchises: Link from Legend of Zelda, Masterchief from Halo, GLaDOS from Half Life, Elizabeth from Bioshock, and centered right behind you looks like a massive custom print of Widowmaker. The room is dark and eerily illuminated by the purple LED lights that border the ceiling. More lights are coming from in front of you which he can assume are from your tower and keyboard. Your Secret Lab gaming chair seems to be an even newer model than his, one which had only just come out. Had you not been sitting in the middle of the frame he would have assumed the room belonged to a top rated esports gamer.
But you were in frame and his eyes finally settle upon his rival. Your webcam is set right next to your monitor so the angle captures your face as you can stare dead into it. A shiver runs down his spine, was it intimidation or something else? Your headset is large enough to drown your head. At this point he wasn’t surprised to realize they were Razer Krakens but he somehow still expected the kitten ears to sprout from the band and he’s slightly disappointed to see they’re missing.
“Well? Aren’t you going to open your webcam too then? Only fair that I get to monitor the way you play too. I need to make sure I’m not playing the same way you do if I expect to keep my rank.” Did your voice always sound so sultry or is the image of putting face to voice messing with him?
He doesn’t bother sending any fighting words back at the jab. He simply opens his webcam to show off his own stream setup. The walls behind him aren’t as crowded as yours. Shelves filled with various figurines are more his vibe than posters but it’s oddly mirrored to your own. His LED lights filter through the color spectrum slowly, a trick to keep his viewers engaged as they anticipate the next color to come if their attention slips from the game.
He looks up and to his right to look into the camera hoping to send the same jolt down your spine that he received earlier. His friends often make fun of him for setting up his angle as ‘Myspace circa 2005’ but it serves its purpose of capturing more of his body into frame. He knows showing as much of himself as possible racks in a lot of his viewership.
He takes advantage of having your eyes focused on him to stretch his arms up and behind him, exposing a thin sliver of skin where his shirt meets his hips. He doesn’t try to hide the grin that spreads as he notices your eyebrow tick. Gotcha.
“Are you ready to finish this or do you need to go do your yoga routine?” Your voice is laced with annoyance now. Jungkook is a master at testing someone’s patience, as his hyungs would confirm, and yours is getting thin, exactly what he’s looking for to have you distracted.
“Let’s get it.” He pulls the sleeves of his hoodie up, exposing his forearms and the tattoos that paint his right arm, rivers of veins swimming between them. It’s nearly impossible to hear the little catch in your breath but he’s sure it was there. He bends back into his position, back curved too much for comfort and fingers heavy on his keyboard as he shifts his focus back to the monitor with the game waiting to restart.
Jungkook maneuvers his character back to the central statue as he had earlier, this time focusing more on taking the side paths rather than go straight for the choke point via the tunnel. He keeps cover behind the buildings, eyes trained on the other side of the plaza waiting for you to slip through but you’re nowhere to be seen.
 His eyes veer to your webcam and your body is poised entirely too comfortably for the amount of stress he feels. Your back is set on your chair, head rested on the built in pillow. Your arms are relaxed as they wrap around one of your legs which has been hiked up onto the seat of your chair. Your fingers dance around the keys almost languidly. Honestly, you look nearly bored. He barely registers a smirk grace your lips before he hears the shot.
ROUND LOST
You stare into the camera, smile both sweet and rage inducing. “Maybe if you kept your eyes on the game you would have seen that coming.”
He doesn’t bother to deign you with a response before the next round starts. Fine, the plaza is clearly too distracting. He’ll stick to his end, make you come to him and he’ll be ready when you get there. He doesn’t go past the choke point, waits for you to show up. You’ll either come by the tunnel or around the side and through the arches. He can’t possibly miss you.
He just needs to wait. You have to be close by now. You’re not as aggressive in your strategy as he is but you’re bound to come looking for him when he isn’t at the statue.
He chances a quick glance to your camera. Your fingers are quick so you’re on the move. Any second.
“Where are you…” he mutters under his breath, forgetting that you can hear the annoyance in his tone. He’s staring the screen down hard, not letting you distract him this time. He triggers his Infrasight and scans the scene but comes up empty. Just buildings and no trace of your silhouette behind any of them.
He’ll never admit that he jumped halfway out of his chair when your Widowmaker suddenly drops right in front of him from above and you shriek, “BOO!”
The strings of expletives that flow out of him are cut off as he rips his headset off. It smashes onto the ground with an alarming crack but he doesn’t care. He’s out of his chair and pacing into a circle around the room as he tries to catch his breath. He can hear your howling laughter from the forgotten equipment on his floor.
It takes a minute but he sits back down and sets up again to see you’re still bent over, giggles coming out of you through your attempts to breathe.
“How the actual fuck did you even get there?” he demands. He’s angry. At you for continuously one upping him or at himself that someone, a girl, can so easily thwart him.
“For someone who mains Widowmaker you do forget about the grappling hook a lot. It’s surprisingly easy to get to the rooves and sashay my murderous little ass right above you and BAM, it’s over, Anakin. I have the high ground.”
It takes some self control not to smile at the reference. Jungkook may be fighting for his ego but he’s a geek first of all and always enjoys a good Star Wars joke.
“You gave up your secrets easily. You won’t catch me off guard next time.” He’s smug in his answer. He’s got you figured out now and he won’t be so simple to take out this round.
It might be the time to add another advantage to his side. He requests your patience just for a minute, it’s hot in the room. That’s a blatant lie. He keeps his streaming room nearly uncomfortably cold so none of his equipment overheats since he runs so many things at once.
He removes his headset, carefully placing them down on his desk this time. He gets up and makes sure he’s still in frame. His face is cut off by the angle but that’s fine, it’s not the most important portion of his plan.
His movements are slow as he takes his hoodie off. Reaches behind him to grasp at the material between his shoulder blades and pulls it over his head. He’s sure to drag it along his body so that the shirt under it pulls up along with it exposing the tight expanse of skin across his abdomen. He purposefully pulls the material nearly up to his clavicles in semblance of trying to find the hem, exposing a shiny glint, and throws the hoodie off to the side.
He finds his seat again with a cocky smirk painted on his lips. His little show only continues with his current state. He had been broke for so long that he didn’t update his wardrobe despite his continued presence at the gym resulting in most of his t-shirts now being more second skin than they are fabric.
He doesn’t miss how your eyes seem to have gotten a shade darker than they were a minute ago. The flex in his bicep as he gets comfortable over his keyboard is subconscious but effective nonetheless.
“Like what you see, princess?” He’s not hiding the smile this time. He knows the effect he has on people and uses his charms like a weapon.
His attacks are usually not so easily countered which he should have seen coming from you by now.
“Nothing that impressive. I just think that if you spent half as much time actually playing the game as you do in the gym you might be better at it.” You’re casual as you shrug him off before sending your own attack his way. “I think you’re right, it is getting a little warm on my end too.”
The regret that fills Jungkook is instant as you pull the zipper of your own hoodie down, eyes hard into the camera. You don’t bother getting up, opting for bending over obscenely as you pull on the ends of your sleeves behind you to free your arms, sending the view of your webcam straight down the top of your shirt. You weren’t wearing an ostentatiously low cut shirt like other women streamers Jungkook has encountered but there’s only so much decency the angle can afford which you knew very well.
The warmth going through Jungkook isn’t fake anymore. He can feel the heat radiating off the tops of his cheeks and the weight of the blood rushing south to settle into his crotch. His choice to wear his grey sweatpants will surely bite him in the ass.
“Problem, baby boy?” He’s completely blue screened, vision only registering at your taunt. You’re back in your previous position only more smug than ever.
He coughs out a, “no” before urging for the game to start again.
He’s out of the spawn point in a flash. He’s back up near the choke point and slips through the arch. He’s heading for the balcony to have some leverage to check the rooves around the plaza to take you down before you even reach his side of the map.
He’s panning the field of view from left to right, as much as he can from his hiding spot behind a wall but there’s no movement. It’s possible that you circumvented the other way and are waiting to fall on his head again so he rushes to the other side of the path to check above him but he never makes it. His character falls as soon as it gets out of cover.
The scream you let out is inhuman, the Joker on crack. It’s high pitched and unrestrained as it devolves into more laughter.
“Omg, you’re so fucking easy to read. Of course you were going to keep your eyes up when I told you that’s how I kept getting you. I pranced my ass straight into the plaza in plain sight and you didn’t bother to look down for a second. You’d make a great pet, you’re so simple to train.”
That last jab sent a bolt of electricity down his spine. It definitely hit him but instead of running through him and stopping behind his eyes as the usual insults tend to make home this one runs down and settles into his lap, the energy still buzzing.
He shifts in his seat and the movement immediately draws your attention.
“Aw, are you squirming? Getting nervous you might be shown up and realize you’re not God’s gift to gaming after all? Or are you nervous you’re being put in your place by a woman? Is that scary for you? Poor little big man ego bruised? Baby needs to go cry to mama?” Your tone is high pitched now, mocking.
This doesn’t help his situation and he can’t possibly hide the growing tent in his pants without being even more obvious. Maybe you won’t pick up that the bulge which very apparently is, in fact, not a banana in his pocket.
But of course the universe exists to bring him pain.
“Oh my god, you’re getting off on this, aren’t you? What is it that’s triggering you, the humiliation or the degradation? Probably both, you sick little freak.” Your words may sound disgusted but the gleeful smile you wear paired with the glint in your eyes shows otherwise.
The look on your face makes it so much worse and he bows his head to get away from it, eyes scrunched tightly so he isn’t faced with the product of your taunts but the soft whimper that escapes him cannot be stopped in time.
The chuckle that leaves you is much more sinister than your earlier ones. It’s filled with something that Jungkook can’t quite identify but courses through him like wildfire. His hands fly from the keyboard to his chair, fingers digging into the leather of his armrests.
“Look up, baby. It’s not nice to ignore someone.” His head snaps up at the command, seemingly out of his control. His eyes are wide and glassy, as if vacant from any thought of his own volition. “That’s funny. You’re so good at taking orders all of a sudden. You act like a big tough man online but you’re just a pathetic little boy that needs to be told what to do, aren’t you?”
Lips tight, teeth biting over them so as to not let anymore treacherous sounds out, he nods. You’d seen right through him since you entered their game. Online persona versus true hidden feelings revealed to you as easily as reading a children’s book.
“That’s what I thought.” He sees your eyes dip down, knows you’re taking in how hard he is, length straining against the fabric. He’s rethinking his choice of going commando. He didn’t expect his regular Overwatch stream to land him in this position. “You look uncomfortable all bent over like that. Tilt your chair back and get cozy, you’re going to need it.” One side of your lips pull up into a vicious smirk. He can’t tell what could possibly be going through your mind but he’s sure he’s about to find out.
The breath he attempts to rush in comes staggered, taking time to settle in his lungs before he blindly grasps at the lever on the side of the chair. He’s careful to push himself down on the backrest to angle himself enough to have a wide range of motion in front of him without impacting the view of your camera.
“You’re doing so well. Breathe, sweetling.” Your voice sounds so comforting, so different from its earlier bite. His eyes close as he takes a few deep breaths to calm himself. It takes a couple tries but he finally seems to melt into the cushion of his chair.
The tension in his muscles ebb away and his eyes reopen to find you in his monitor. Your own gaze seems to have a glassy look as you take in his new position.
“I knew you could be a good boy,” you praise, which makes his breath hitch into his throat. He’s put himself in a vulnerable position with you at the helm and he’s still unsure whether that was a good idea.
He can see your eyes dip to his lap and he’s reminded of the compromising view he’s showing off, sweats tight over his crotch. The reminder prompts him to bring his hands down to cover the area, suddenly shy with the dynamic this situation has created.
The rush sends his palms flying downwards with more force than intended. The pressure suddenly pressed onto his shaft rips a moan that reverbs from deep within his chest. He can feel his face heating in embarrassment. Whatever he does just sends him further into distress.
“You’re getting ahead of yourself, baby. We haven’t even started. Keep your hands where I tell you. Keep them to yourself for now. Go on, bring them back to the arm rests.”
It’s such an easy request but it takes some effort not to simply ignore your command and instead squeeze and relieve some of the pressure building in his pelvis. His grip is tighter around the arm rests of his chair than it should be but so is the knot inside him just begging to unravel.
“Great job, darling.” There’s a warm feeling in his chest at your words. Not the same heat from the embarrassment you put him through, something more comforting, akin to pride. “Pull your shirt up, you were so keen to show off what was under it earlier.”
Jungkook doesn’t think about the speed at which he brings his body back up into a sitting position to reach behind him and tug at the fabric but he’s quickly stopped by your voice again.
“Ah, ah! I said up not off. You’re not going to start disobeying so soon, are you? We’re going to have to work on your listening skills, brat.”
Jungkook hopes the soft whimper that escapes from the back of his throat isn’t picked up but he knows the quality of his microphone definitely registered it. He tries not to think too hard about that.
He brings himself back onto his chair, back leaning down, chest high and forward. His hand is tempting as he brings the hem of his shirt up slowly to expose the taught skin of his abdomen, fingers rising and falling between the dips of his abs up to the curve of the bottom of his pectoral.
“Go on, I didn’t tell you to stop,” you encourage. He continues the movement until the fabric of his shirt is bunched under his neck, the edges still draped to cover most of his pecs. “Come on now, you were so eager to show off your pretty tits earlier.”
The heat increases with a vengeance, spreading through the entirety of his exposed skin. His hips jerk involuntarily as his t-shirt scrapes over his nipples to finally expose what he knows you’re after. Across each dusken areola is a straight barbell pierced through his nipples keeping them hard and perky.
“So sensitive, aren’t you? Is that why you got those? So that every time your too tight shirts make contact you’re secretly getting turned on? Do your friends know you’re just a little whore behind that tough boy exterior?”
Your words sound far away and his breath feels harder to catch. The room feels hazy. 
“You’ll show me how sensitive it makes you, right? You’ll be good and give me a demonstration? Do it, baby, use your pretty fingers.”
Jungkook hooks the bottom of his shirt over his head to give himself the space and ability to use both hands to roam over the tight planes of his chest. Each palm comes up to cover over a pec, just feeling the warmth radiating from his skin under his touch. He’s taking his time and you don’t push as he squeezes and pinches at the muscle around where he’s desperately craving the stimulation.
He can’t handle teasing himself too long, his body screaming in anticipation. A sharp cry melts into the soundproof foam mounted on his walls when his fingers finally take hold and tweak at his nipples. The stark contrast of the cold metal that pierces through him and the heat of his skin sends him reeling. His mouth easily falls open when he finally makes contact.
“Aww,” you coo at him, “such a responsive little slut, aren’t you? Bet your fingers aren’t enough, huh? Wish it was my hands on you instead?” You bring your hand up in front of you to examine it, to make him imagine how it’d feel on him instead of his own. “My nails are a little sharp but that’s the best part isn’t it? Want me to leave marks in your soft skin? Scratched up so everyone knows you belong to me? Is that even enough or do you need teeth? Bet you'd look so pretty, all littered in bite marks.”
The electricity blossoms from each nipple and blooms across his chest moving down to take root in his pelvis, the jolt ending at his balls which ache with the weight of his want. The roughness of the fabric of his sweats rubs at the head of his cock from the force at which his shaft strains against the fabric. The torture is too much and not enough all at once. He can feel the wetness spread from where his slit pushes against the cotton as his precome starts to leak out of him.
Your eyes darken along with the spot, both incentives pushing his desire further. His right hand abandons its post on his nipple and slowly drags itself down to the hem of his pants. It stops to grab onto the waistband. He understands the rules of this game.
Jungkook’s eyes dig into yours and awaits your response. A smirk spans across your lips as you take in his position, hand still and grasping to avoid breaking and dipping lower than it’s allowed.
“You want to play with your little cock, darling?” His breath sticks in his throat, a nod being the only answer he can muster. “Tsk, that won’t do. I’ll give you what you want but you need to ask for it properly. Use your words.”
His knuckles turn white as his fist tightens and a shiver runs through him. He can feel the wave start at his scalp and move agonizingly slowly down his spine, body thrusting as it follows the sensation. “Please,” he implores.
“Good boy. Go on then.”
His fist dives into his pants at an embarrassing speed but the sigh of relief that escapes him is worth it. There are noises filling the room but he ignores the fact they’re all coming from him, soft whimpers and sweet whines as his grip around his shaft moves slowly up and down.
“Are you going to keep all the best parts to yourself? Such a greedy baby. Pull it out for me. Don’t you want to show off your pretty little pierced cock?”
All movement stops. Jungkook’s head flies up to look at his monitor. You look as calm and collective as ever. Your smile seems sweet but he knows the vicious words those lips can form. His eyes fall to his lap and although his dick is clearly imprinted across the fabric there’s no way you could have noticed those details, especially not with his fingers wrapped around his shaft.
“Did you think you were sneaky? Take a look at yourself right now,” you instruct. He brings his gaze over to the corner of the monitor where his own webcam is reflecting the show he’s been putting on. “All those tattoos?” His eyes follow the span of his right arm, ink decorating every inch from shoulder down to where his forearm disappears into his pants knowing it goes to the tip of his fingers. “The piercings? Your eyebrow, your ears, your lip, you pretty little nipples. They’re everywhere. Are you going to try to make me believe a little painslut like you hasn’t brought it down to the most sensitive part?”
There are no words to defend himself. There’s no defense at all, you’re right. He’d started with his ears as a teenager and only getting more daring as the years went on. The burn of each new piercing only good enough to last for him the healing time before going to chase the sensation again.
He chooses to ignore the taunt and follow your earlier request of pulling himself out. He lifts his ass off his chair enough to pull his pants down to his knees, exposing thick thighs and sending his dick smacking against his abdomen.
He’s not exactly small, the head resting comfortably just under his navel. He can easily touch his thumb to his fingers once they’re wrapped around the shaft but he also knows his own hand is much bigger than the feminine ones that otherwise try their grip. His thoughts wander to the size of your own hands and how they would look wrapped around him.
He keeps his hand off himself for now to give you time to form your next order. You don’t give him any insight to your thoughts as you just take him in. You’d never admit that you were slightly off in your guess. You expected a barbell to peek out of the slit and curve down just under the edge of his defined mushroom head. A Prince Albert is the most standard you’ve seen in your own experiences. Instead you can see the bottom of his shaft lined with 4 straight barbells going down in a line. A Jacob’s Ladder is much more aesthetic and you’re not entirely surprised with his choice. It’s clear Jungkook puts a lot of thought into his appearance and getting four times the pain fits with what you’ve been discovering about him.
Despite all this all you tell him is, “pretty.” It all works just as well for what you’re aiming for. It’s clear that Jungkook gets plenty of female attention if his ego was anything to go by. You’re sure he’s gotten compliments about his sexy body and handsome face but you love seeing a man get flustered when receiving a stereotypically feminine compliment. Jungkook’s mouth opens and closes a few times to try to fish for a response but he comes up empty. You can’t help the giggle that slips out seeing him all exposed and under your control but get shy over such a simple comment.
“You’re doing so well, baby. Will you show me how you make yourself feel good?” The instruction brings him back to the situation at hand, as if suddenly remembering he’s sitting naked in front of this stranger, humiliation having taken a turn.
The grip he had on himself had loosened in surprise at your call out but tightens with renewed vigor. A choked gasp slips from between his lips, mouth still open from the shock.
“Always in a rush. Do you need instructions for everything? Can’t calm down enough to pace yourself? Are you doing it on purpose? You just want my help?”
He shakes his head in response to the taunt. He’s not being bad on purpose. He’s just trying to follow your direction. You asked him to do what feels good and this does.
There’s a low hum buzzing in his headset as you contemplate his answer. “I don’t think I believe you. You’ve been such a brat. I think you just want to see me angry.”
His eyes widen a little wider at your words. You could get worse? His dick pulses at the thought and his hand clenches around it to stop it from jumping too obviously.
“Guess we’ll just have to take it one step at a time then. Listen well, I don’t want to have to repeat myself. Hands off,” you order.
His hand flies away as if burnt. His palms lay tense but still on his thighs as he waits for the first command. There’s a tremble in his extremities. Is it attributed to the anticipation or the degradation? He doesn’t have time to think and determine the answer before your next words come floating at him.
“Good. Now, slowly, bring your right hand to your cute little dick. Just your fingertips. A light touch. I bet your skin is so soft, isn’t it?” 
His hand follows your voice. The pads of his fingers are ghosting over his thigh, up towards his pelvis, over his balls and agonizingly slowly up his shaft. He can feel the protrusions of each of the metal barbells under his skin. Bump, bump, bump, bump until he reaches the head. It’s silky and wet from the precum that leaks from the tip.
The low groan he lets out is the indication you’re waiting for to give him his next praise. It’s clear from the visible throbbing of his cock that he’s desperate to move faster but he keeps the same soft touch you asked for.
“You’re doing so well, darling. Such a good boy. Do you want more? You know how to ask for it. Go on.” The noise that escapes him is tortuous, part moan and part whine, lament on his tongue but he pleads so prettily for you to let him feel more.
“Please, please, please.”
You allow him a strong grip, a long sigh of relief but don’t let him quicken the pace. It’s still the sluggish up and down motion that teases the piercings that line under his shaft. His breath is shaky and the noises escape him involuntarily. Although you have all the control his body is losing the little it had left.
“So noisy. Good little toys are quiet.” You weren’t going to admit that seeing a man of his stature be rendered to a whining mess by a few little remarks is your favorite music but you know forcing them down only makes them sing so much sweeter later. “Do I need to shut you up? Baby needs a gag, hmm?”
Jungkook doesn’t need to peek at his monitor to see that his pupils have blown at the suggestion. His mouth waters and the swallowing motion is obvious as he tries not to drool which only sparks your tormenting ideas.
“You can put your mouth to use if you can’t keep it shut. You’ve got a free hand, go ahead and put your fingers between those plump lips.” He’s no stranger to putting his fingers in other people’s mouths, tongue slipping between his digits so he can be at the helm of torture himself but he’s rarely at the receiving end.
The weight of two fingers rest unfamiliarly heavy on his tongue but the warm and wet feeling that surrounds them sends him spiraling. He’s trying his best not to disobey and be loud but the stimulation feels so good that he can’t stop the moan that reverberates around his fingers.
“Tsk, clearly not enough. You can fit more in there, can’t you?” You’re pushing at his comfort zone but he’s not the type to back down. A few more fingers won’t hurt. It’s not long until he has four fingers second knuckle deep in his mouth, jaw stretched and aching to accommodate the intrusion.
“You’re doing perfectly, darling. You can put them in further, can’t you? I bet you love shoving your cock in someone’s throat so you can handle some fingers in there, right? Some girls can’t possibly handle more than you, huh?” You’re pushing at his ego, knowing exactly which buttons to press to spark his competitive side.
His eyes narrow at the assumption. Whatever you think he can handle he’ll show that he exceeds those expectations. He’s a little too rough with his urge to prove himself and pushes his fingers further in with too much force which sets off his gag reflex. His hand pulls away from his mouth, to allow him cough and catch his breath. His face is heated and strings of spit connect his mouth to his fingers now held awkwardly in front of him.
Your dark chuckle echoes in his ears at the sight. You knew this would happen, exactly what you were aiming for. Always pushing just hard enough for him to embarrass himself slightly but he’s been putting himself in those positions voluntarily. You might be saying the right things to push his limits but never enough to truly manipulate him into positions he doesn’t want to be in.
 “Aww, guess you’ll need to work on your breathing when your mouth is full, sweetling. But now that your fingers are nice and wet how about you take advantage of the situation? Your balls look so heavy and full. Don’t you need some relief?”
He jumps at the opportunity, bringing his hand down, past where his right is still clinging to his cock to cup at his balls. He hadn’t gotten laid in a few weeks and the focus on the competitive season had taken too much of his free time to allow himself some self appointed release. Finally having his hand gently fondling reminds him of how achey they’d been since the start of this strange position.
“Squeeze harder. You love the pain, don’t you? Show me how much you can take.” The taunting has made him sensitive and the rough restraint surrounding both his balls and shaft sends jolts through him. Little pinches from his fingers shoot shocks to every part of his body, knot clenching in his abdomen. You’re so pleased at how well he’s following your instructions. The toxic gamer boy you met not even an hour ago is nowhere to be found, making way for a perfect little doll to play with.
“Have you had enough teasing, baby? You ready to get started?” Started?? As if all the torment you’ve put him through has just been child’s play. He’s not sure how much more he can take but he’ll easily continue to follow, preemptively drunk on the high he knows you’ll send him on. The long moan he lets out is enough of an answer for you.
“Good. Spit in your hand, sweetling, we don’t want you too dry and hurt yourself.” Between the jabs you do want him to actually enjoy himself. There’s no pause to do as he’s told, eager to finally reach the relief you keep nudging away from him.
He’s sufficiently slicked up for his hand to move easily in a jerking motion, whine high in his throat. You play nice and let him set his pace while still giving simple requests: squeeze, pinch, twist, harder, faster, tighter.
He becomes a wiggling mess near instantly. His chest heaves and hips thrust erratically into his fist. His slit leaks profusely and you’re enthralled at the sight, so much that you nearly miss the moment when he’s about to lose himself. You’ve still got a few more tricks up your sleeve.
“Stop.” The command is plain, straightforward and cannot be misinterpreted. His hand jumps from the rhythm it had set, excruciatingly quick and tight. He’s clearly heard you but practically too far gone to obey. “You’re not going to make me repeat myself, are you, doll?”
It’s enough to have him rip his hands off himself and grasp at the armrests of his chairs once more, nails practically ripping into the leather with the force necessary to control himself. The frustration is audible in the loud groan that’s ripped out of him, long and tormented, ending in a sob.
“Oh, god. Why? I was finally so close! You’re cruel.” His voice cracks with the force of trying to keep the tears that spring to his eyes from falling.
“Aw, honey, don’t cry. It’s your own fault. You were so close to cumming but you were forgetting your manners. I don’t recall you asking for permission, do you?”
His jaw is clenched, trying to avoid letting out his irritation at you. Annoying you now will only set his fate in stone and you’ll never let him cum at all. “No, I didn’t. I’m sorry.”
“So polite, I knew you could do it. Ready to get back to it?”
No words are needed to answer, hands just jumping back to their earlier position, spit renewed and slick on his skin. He focuses to stay more in the moment, listening to your voice as it tells him little movements you want. The heavenly twist as the tightest part of his fist passes over his piercings right under the head. The swipe of his thumb over the slit every time he reaches the top, encircling the tip before it sinks back down to the base. The pull at his balls synchronized with the tug at the end of his cock.
His end is coming back quickly, the edging he’s been put under losing as his self control escapes him. He’s learned his earlier lesson. His eyes find yours in the monitor, both of you staring each other down. Your eyebrow ticks when you notice irregularity of his thrusts, cadence breaking.
“Please!” he begs. “Please, let me cum. I need to cum, please please,” he rambles on. He continues to implore you, unsure if his pleading is still making sense. His pride means nothing in the moment, reprieve the only thing he can focus on anymore.
“Of course, darling. Go ahead,” you allow him.
His head is thrown back with the force of the relief he is finally given. He tries so hard to keep his eyes on yours as he falls apart. He wants to see your reaction to achieving what you’ve been working on but the wave that sweeps through him is too strong and his eyes close briefly as he feels his balls emptying, jet spraying over his abdomen, a few stray drops going as far as to reach his cheek.
Everything feels too hot. The fire under his skin. The stuffiness of the room around him. The cum that marks him the entirety of his chest which will quickly become a sticky mess.
Jungkook expected a genuine smile to finally grace your features by this point. He’d followed all your commands, he’d been so good but the same sadistic smirk is all that he finds once he manages to look back at you.
“Keep going.”
Keep going? Keep what going? He’s empty, dick starting to slump back towards the ground.
“Don’t look so clueless. You asked to cum and I allowed it. You never said anything about asking to stop so take your pretty little dick back in your hand and keep going.”
Crazy. You’re devil incarnate, a demon in a pretty girl’s skin. Yet instead of closing the call and ignoring you he still reaches to grasp himself again.
There’s uncomfortable jolts of electricity going through him. He’s still too sensitive, the friction on his shaft sending his nervous system into overdrive. He reaches up to play at his nipples again. He knows how responsive his body is with the right stimulation. A few pinches and tweaks will have him hard again near instantly. He silently thanks the refractory period of being a horny dude in his twenties.
He’s back at full mast soon enough but the sensitivity is still too high, body jerking every time his fingers accidentally go too high and scrape against the head of his cock.
“You can do it properly, can’t you? Stroke your gorgeous cock like you mean it.” Only whimpers come as an answer. He can follow your directions. He wants to please you so badly. His eyes are squinted shut with the effort it takes to reach the tip and squeeze and twist around the head.
“Fuck! Hurts,” he complains, words barely being able to be formed between the pained wails. Breathing is becoming harder through the agony. His thighs are shaking, spasms wracking through his body as he tries to keep his pace.
“You love it when it hurts, don’t you? My perfect little painslut.” The agony he’s putting himself through is worth every second if it’s rewarded with your praises.
He desperately needs incentive to keep pushing towards his goal. His free hand is moving steadily upwards, over his chest, shiver rocking through him as he grazes his nipple again to settle at the base of his throat.
His head stretches back to expose as much of his neck as he can, muscles tensing as he wraps his hand around the column. He misses the hitch in your own breath at the view. He’s a beautiful mess and completely wrapped around your finger.
“Of course you’d like to be choked. Masochistic whore like you? Go on, squeeze, baby.”
The world turns dull around him. The darkness behind his closed eyes explodes in a world of color. There’s a cramp in his fingers as they dig into his skin. His throat is raw from the screams he’s letting out and the room is filled with the obscene slippery sounds of his hand jerking through the cum that’s now sticky against him but none of the sound registers in his ears. The only melody that enters through the fog in his brain in your voice as it calls to him one last time.
“Let go, baby. Be a good boy and cum for me.”
His hand releases his neck from its grasp and everything collapses around him. Air rushes back to his brain and lungs in a crashing wave. The pain previously holding onto each of his nerve endings lets go into euphoria as a new flow of cum spurts out of him, albeit not as impressive as the first. Most of it ends up being forcefully milked out of his slit as it settles pathetically over his tattooed knuckles.
His whole body quivers for far too long, floating in exhilaration. It takes time for Jungkook to come back to his senses. There’s a thin film of sweat covering him and a dopey smile on his face at the bliss he’s been hurled into.
When he thinks he’s finally strong enough to handle the weight of his body back into a sitting position he searches for your eyes, ready to see how you’ve been affected by the whole thing only to be met with a dark screen. Your webcam has been turned off, the call disconnected.
All he’s left with is the chat window where a new message can be seen, a link to a Twitch page. He’s following it to a user page where he can see a picture of you in the circular shape next to your gamertag.
Audreonne ✓ 
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His attention is ripped away by a new incoming Discord notification.
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I’m Not Yours | kth. III
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“When the rain stops you shine on me, your light’s the only thing that keeps the cold out.”
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↠ pairing : Kim Taehyung x Female Reader
↠ summary : When your childhood best friend, Kim Taehyung moves back into town, you expect the next few years to be reminiscent of your younger years. Awkward, tense and quiet. What you don’t expect is being forced to distract him from his overbearing crush on your mutual best friend, Eunji.
↠ genre : university au, estranged childhood friends to lovers, strangers to lovers, idiots to lovers, angst, fluff & smut
↠ rating : 18+
↠ warnings : iny!tae, iny!oc, eunji (ofc), swearing, crying, anxiety, depictions of a small panic attack, allusions to depression, reader isolates herself in her room, just lots of sadness, loneliness, feeling unloved, depictions of toxic friendships, mentions of absent / overbearing family members, mentions of neglect from family members, allusions to daddy issues, bickering, arguing, shouting, mentions of unstable family setting, making out, teasing, riding, unprotected sex (be safe 🤨), slight manhandling, missionary, grinding, pussy fondling, slight fingering (?), very touchy, it gets messy with feelings, accusations are made, rejection & i think that’s it? do lmk if i miss anything 🥺
↠ word count : 22K (apologies)
↠ a/n : hello loves! and it’s finally here <3 sorry for the immense delay :( this one truly took a lot out of me, but i’m extremely excited to hear your thoughts! thank you to @chateautae for beta’ing and @kookiestarlight for looking over the smut scenes 🤎 thank you to @monvante for the beautiful banner 🤎 feedback is truly appreciated, and as always ; happy reading 💫
↠ music : paloma faith ; only love can hurt like this (for the last scene because we love pain <3) [playlist can be found on the masterlist]
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chapter three : the weeping woman - 1937
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"Fuck, baby," Taehyung pants into your neck, cupping the back of your head, holding you firmly against him as you shudder in euphoria and pure bliss. "You feel so good."
You… on top of him… riding his dick as though there's no tomorrow, was the last thing he expected upon his arrival. 
You really have become more daring, and Taehyung was all for it.
Smiling against his clavicle, you nip at the soft skin, continuing to ride him with a newfound potency. His praises spur you on, and you grind your hips against his harder, eliciting the deepest grunts from your man.
"Taehyung," you purr, shivering as his hand snakes up your stomach and gropes your bare breast. "Make me cum." You moan, body aching to release.
Taehyung groans, cascading his hand back down to your pulsing bud and rubbing it fervently. You bounce up and down on his lap, and Taehyung's other hand moves from your head and holds your hip, guiding the way you rock on his massive dick.
He buries his face between your breasts, and you wrap your hands around his neck, pushing him impossibly closer to you. 
"You're soo big, fuck me harder, Taehyung, please.."
You feed Taehyung's ego well, and he bucks his slim hips to meet your own. His hands move to rest on your hips, using them as leverage to fuck into you deeper. Harder.
Taehyung abruptly switches your positions, shifting, so you lie underneath him. You immediately wrap your legs around his waist, clinging to him firmly. "My Peach wants to be fucked harder, hmm?"
You vigorously nod, whining as Taehyung fucks you relentlessly. The sounds of him fucking you echoes from his bedroom walls, and it only turns him on more. Taehyung rolls his hips against yours with sheer passion, burying his face into your neck. In turn, you run your hand through his hair, clutching him to you.
Taehyung picks up his pace, stroking your g-spot with his bulbous tip, and your breathing quickens as you begin to grind upwards, wanting to be in sync with him. A particularly harsh thrust sends you through an intense wave of pleasure, and you scream his name, not caring one bit about your friends that sit just outside his bedroom.
"Taehyung!"
And with that, Taehyung jolts awake, in shock at what he has just dreamt. Sweat drips from his forehead, and he pants as though he genuinely experienced what he saw.
He notices Jungkook standing before him, staring down at him with eyes full of concern. 
"Hyung? I've been shouting your name for so long! We're going to be late." Jungkook complains, shifting to take a seat on Taehyung's bed."And why are you so sweaty? Also, is it normal to make facial expressions when you're dreaming? You made some questionable faces." Jungkook laughs, fishing into his pocket for his phone and getting his camera ready to take a picture of his hyung's state.
"Jungkook…"
"Hmm?"
"Jungkookie…"
"Wassup, Hyung?"
"Jun-"
"Yes! That's my name. Speak!" Jungkook shakes his head, rolling his eyes at his hyung's peculiar behaviour.
It was 9:00AM. In other words, far too early for Jungkook. Having to wake up for classes was one thing, but having to deal with his Taehyungie hyung simultaneously? He felt more than sorry for himself. 
"I had a dream…." Taehyung cautiously begins, sitting up and running his hands through his messy bed hair. "I had a fucking dream."
"Yeah, most of us do during the night." Jungkook sarcastically mutters. However, a glare from Taehyung makes him shift, and he utters an apology.
"Was it a nightmare? Something bad happen?"
"I had a wet drea-"
"Hyung! I don't wanna hear about that." The two were close, but hearing about Taehyung fucking someone in his dream was a huge no.
Jungkook sighs, glancing at Taehyung with a worrisome expression. A wet dream was totally normal; after all… both boys were in their early twenties and never really had the chance to sleep around as much. Knowing that Taehyung brought it up though, immediately told Jungkook that there must've been something strange about it.
"Of who? Eunji? The girl we found cute at the airport?" Jungkook prompts Taehyung to continue and moves to take a seat at Taehyung's desk instead, giving his hyung some space. “She was fucking stunning.”
"No…" Taehyung begins, cracking his knuckles and looking extremely nervous. "I had a dream of Y/N."
Jungkook chokes, eyes widening as he takes in the name that just left his hyung's mouth. "Y/N? As in our Y/N?"
"Which other Y/N do you know?" Taehyung mutters in annoyance, evidently distressed about his dream. “And what do you mean our Y/N? You met her two days ago.”
A sudden laugh is heard from Jungkook. Taehyung looks up to see the younger falling to the ground, clapping like Taehyung was doing stand-up comedy.
"I'm fucking done," Jungkook cackles, shaking his head as he stands up and leans against Taehyung's bed. "What have you been thinking about recently?" Jungkook continues laughing upon noticing the pout on his hyung's face.
"Yah! Stop laughing; I'm concerned."
"So am I."
"Jungkook!"
"Okay, okay! I'm sorry… why are you so worked up about it?"
"I've never dreamt of Eunji in this context… so to see Y/N riding me like that? I'm confused?" Taehyung mumbles, sighing as he throws his head back and closes his eyes. It really was too early for this.
"Right, please keep the details to yourself." Jungkook begins, reddening at his hyung's blunt words. "Maybe… maybe your old fee-"
"No. It can't be. I won't let it be." Taehyung interrupts, not wanting to hear the rest of Jungkook's words. “All of that was a mistake, as well as telling you!”
"Okay… well, maybe you've been thinking about her more than usual recently?" Jungkook offers another suggestion, hoping it'd provoke Taehyung to open up a little more. “You guys were hanging out yesterday, right?”
"We were, but now that you’ve mentioned that… she has been occupying my mind quite a bit." Taehyung admits before looking around his bed for his t-shirt. He finally locates it and throws it on—he can’t withstand the cold September morning.
"Mhm? How come?" Jungkook prompts his hyung.
"I want to spend more time with her and become a better friend. I've got years' worth of friendship to make up for." Taehyung confesses. After seeing your vulnerable side a few nights ago, Taehyung had spent the majority of his days contemplating you. "I distanced myself from her so quickly, only acknowledged her when I wanted to speak about Eunji, and I already messed up the reunion by making out with her," Taehyung reveals, watching Jungkook's face closely. He didn't want the younger to have a wrong impression of him, but his situation wasn't entirely helping.
"Well, it's good that you've recognis-"
"And she's really close with you. A part of me wants that, Jungkook. I'm meant to be one of her best friends, you know?" Taehyung's voice quiets as he completes his sentence, feeling slightly embarrassed to have disclosed such a personal thought. “I feel like I don’t even know her anymore.”
"I understand. You should start today, don't leave it too late." Jungkook advises, glad that Taehyung was beginning to set his priorities straight. “She’ll appreciate it.”
"You're right. I also want to take my mind off Eunji for a bit too. I want to enjoy being back home." 
"Same. I know that she likes me, but I don't see her that way yet. I want to focus on being friends first." Jungkook uses this opportunity to confide in his hyung. He knew precisely what Eunji's motives were, and he wanted to set his boundaries with her before things went too far.
"You should tell her that," Taehyung informs his friend, ignoring the sting that settled in his heart after hearing that Eunji likes Jungkook.
"I will." 
Silence falls around the two friends, and they bask within it, not feeling awkward at all. Moments pass by, and Jungkook breaks it with some rather damp news.
"Oh hyung, Mr. Kim stopped by this morning," Jungkook mumbles, tensing as he anticipates his hyung's reaction.
"Why didn't you wake me up, Jungkook?" Annoyance evidently laces Taehyung's voice. Jungkook sees his hyung step out of bed, and he begins neatly arranging his pillows and duvet.
Taehyung has always had a habit of cleaning his surroundings and fidgeting with something as he engages in a conversation that isn't to his liking. Jungkook lightly smiles at his hyung's doings before continuing.
"I didn't want you to start your day seeing him, so I asked him what he wanted to tell you, and he left," Jungkook reports, moving to sit on Taehyung's newly made bed, making way for Taehyung to start dressing for the day.
"Thanks," Taehyung smiles, grateful for having someone as sweet as Jungkook around. “What did he want?”
Taehyung’s relationship with his family was all but sweet. Horrible memories plague his mind every time his family is mentioned. 
"He said there's a charity gala tomorrow at his place, and both of us should be there." 
Taehyung rolls his eyes, irritated about how it's only been two days since his arrival. Yet, his father is already roping him into his business endeavours. "Fuck, I don't want to go."
"Maybe if we attend this one, we'll be excused from the rest?"
Taehyung grins at Jungkook's innocent reasoning. "It doesn't work like that in my family." Before Taehyung can continue, he sees his phone screen light up, and he notices a message from Eunji.
Eunji <3 : Charity gala tomorrow? 🙄 You going?
Taehyung smiles before replying.
Me: I guess so 😴 you? 
Eunji: Why do we bother asking each other? 🤣 We're well aware that we have no choicr😩
Eunji: Choice* 
Me: Lol! you're right. See you there then :/
Eunji: I'll see you on campus today? No?
Me: oh shit … yeah 😵‍💫 byee 😊
Eunji: Later 🤣💗
"Hyung? Who is it?" Jungkook asks, unsure whether he should assume that it's Eunji who Taehyung is messaging or if it's… you.
"It was Eunji; she was asking about tomorrow," Taehyung responds, a gentle smile colouring his face as he recalls a memory from the past. "We both hated these types of events, and so we'd always sneak off to the balcony, talking shit about everyone."
Taehyung becomes quiet, his smile quickly falling into a slight pout. "We've both only ever had each other." He moves to stand at his mirror, sorting his hair for the day.
"What about Y/N?"
"She… she was our taste of normal, I guess? Hanging around her gave us a taste of the real world?" Taehyung questions himself, cringing at his choice of words.
"Really? What about her family situation?" Jungkook inquires, confused about how your life was an escape for Taehyung and Eunji. 
"Her family?" Taehyung turns around to face Jungkook, slightly perplexed at the abrupt question. "Y/N's never been one to let much on about herself. I guess as the years passed by, we stopped asking."
Jungkook hums, acknowledging his hyung's response. He was well aware that you were a private and reserved individual. Still, he would've also imagined that Taehyung and Eunji would know at least some parts of it.
"I know that her dad was never really around, and her mom was slightly controlling. But other than that, she wouldn't say a word. I gauged both of those conclusions myself."
"Would she not attend these events?"
"Jeez, you've got many questions about Y/N today!" Taehyung grins. "But no… she wouldn't. She did come once, but my parents said a few things, and after that, she never came."
"Ah, okay. Anyway, I'll let you get ready; we don't want to be late again."
"Sounds good. I'll meet you downstairs."
Jungkook nods, walking out of his hyung's room and towards your apartment.
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Kim Taehyung.
The name itself makes you smile like a fool. Feelings that were once forgotten have resurfaced since last night. You now sit in a lecture about ‘Romanticism,’ not paying attention. Instead, you daydream about Taehyung reciprocating your feelings and the two of you dating. 
It was in your daydreams where you felt the freest. You imagine running through an empty museum with Taehyung, your laughs echoing through the hall. You imagine Taehyung reading your dearest Jane Austen novel, Pride and Prejudice, to you in an old library, with you leaning against his broad chest. You imagine painting with Taehyung at the beach whilst watching the sunset and indulging in a paint fight with him. You imagine him staring at you with eyes full of love as if you are his entire world and more.
After Taehyung comforted you that night in his bathroom, thoughts of him had invaded your mind. You had tried hard to tell yourself, no, to tell yourself that you’re being irrational. But as days passed by, it was becoming more evident to you that you were, in fact… in love with Kim Taehyung.
Was it love, though? Or were you simply infatuated by him? Were your old feelings that you had buried so deep returning?These exact questions and more had been running laps in your mind, and you had no one to talk to about all this tension you were dealing with. 
Eunji was a big no. 
She would most likely blurt out your thoughts toTaehyung, and you’d never see the man again. You couldn’t speak to Jungkook either. He had asked you a few days back if you liked Taehyung, and you confidently told him ‘No.’ The mere visual of you going up to Jungkook and saying, ‘Hey! I’m sorta in love with your best friend. Haha,’ – it made you cringe.
“Y/N!” Sangmi shouts, shaking your shoulder. “The lessons ended; wanna leave?”
Oh. How great. You have little to no notes, and the lecture has come to an end. 
“Shit, did I miss a lot?” You ask. 
“You can copy my notes, just go and get your results from Sir.” Namjoon intervenes, wrapping his arm around Sangmi and tenderly kissing her temple.
You stand up and gather your belongings that remained untouched throughout the seminar. 
“I’ll sort this out, Y/N.” Sangmi kindly offers, moving forward to pack your bag. You run down the auditorium, heading towards your professor, Mr. Woo, and sporting a bright smile.
“Ah! Glad to finally see you here, Ms. Y/N.” Mr. Woo rolls his eyes, handing you your paper that has 50% written on it with a striking red pen. “You’ve obviously passed, but you’re capable of doing much better, and you know that.”
You nod, knowing exactly what he’s going to say next. 
“And stop skipping my lectures. You’re doing your masters, and this is a very crucial year. I expect more from you.”
“I’m sorry, sir.” You bow, a slight pang of guilt hitting you. Mr. Woo cares for you greatly, constantly emailing you to see how you’re getting on. He was your tutor on your undergraduate course, and he was now teaching some units in your master’s programme. The least you can do is attend his lectures, but you’ve recently missed them because of work.
“I’ll be more present from now on.” You reassure your lecturer, internally hoping that your mother doesn’t message you regarding your results.
She was always aware of your assignment schedules, forcing you to send her a screenshot of your timetable. You always gave in, not wanting to cause an argument with her, even though you crave privacy from her.
“Thank you, Y/N. Be sure to close the door on your way out.” He lightly smiles, taking a seat at his desk to prepare for his following lecture. You mutter a quick ‘thank you’ and head back towards Sangmi and Namjoon, who stare at you with sympathetic smiles.
“All good, baby?” Namjoon questions and you nod with a wide grin, not wanting to worry the two any further.
“I’m fucking starving,” Sangmi complains, “let’s grab something to eat!”
“Yess! Let’s go.” You reply enthusiastically, shoving your paper into your bag, not wanting to dwell on your mark.
The three of you head outside, discussing what to have for lunch. 
“I’m guessing you’ll be going to find Eunji?” Sangmi taunts, turning back to look at you.
“Eunji? No? I’ll have lunch with you two today.” You respond, feeling remorseful towards Sangmi. She was your closest friend and has always been there for you, showing you what a true friend is.
“Honestly, Y/N, I don’t understand why you’re still friends with her.” She admits. Sangmi was a very straightforward individual, and as much as you respected her for that, at times, she came off a little too strong for you.
Before class, you met up with Sangmi to grab some breakfast. As you sipped on your iced coffee, Sangmi asked how things were going between you and Eunji, and so you confided in her, sharing the truth.
“Sangmi,” you begin, pouting at her with sad eyes. “It’s hard for me to leave someone I have memories with, you know? It really isn’t as easy as it sounds.”
Sangmi sighs, pulling herself out of Namjoon’s embrace and linking her arm with yours. “I’m sorry, I just hate seeing you so upset because of her. But I’ll always be here, mhm?”
“I know! And I’m sorry too if it seems like I’m using you. I’m not; it’s just difficult. I have so much to worry about. I don’t know where to begin.” You acknowledge, resting your head on Sangmi’s shoulder.
“We’ll get through this together,” Sangmi replies, leaning her head down to rest against yours. “Just keep working on your communication skills, baby.”
“Ladies, I love you both, but I’m hungry.” Namjoon chuckles, rubbing his stomach and shyly smiling at you both. Sangmi runs back to her boyfriend, who stands a few feet before you, pecking his lips. You melt whilst watching them, genuinely in love with their definition of love.
As the three of you step outside the building, Namjoon informs you and Sangmi about the new cafe his friend has opened just down the road from your campus. You settle on that cafe and head towards it, ready to enjoy lunch. 
You were grateful to spend some time with Namjoon and Sangmi; the two were like a breath of fresh air and made you forget your worries and concerns for a few moments. 
The weather is surprisingly a lot better than yesterday too. The air carries a slight breeze, and the day seems brighter. You smile as you notice the atmosphere, thinking back to summer. 
“How have things been with Taehyung?” Namjoon asks, breaking the silence.
Taehyung? Why would Namjoon ask about him?
Sangmi…
“They’ve been good? It’s nice.” You reply, becoming flustered at the abrupt question. 
“You like him, don’t you?” Namjoon grins as he notices you tense up.
“Like him? What?” You lightly chuckle, feeling awkward. “Why would you say that?”
“Oh, come on, Y/N! Just tell us.” Sangmi chimes, winking at her boyfriend.
“I’m still a little confused, but I guess so…” You admit, feeling somewhat relieved that you’ve got the thought off your chest.
“Ooh, Y/N’s got a crush,” Namjoon sings, and you reach to playfully shove him. “But seriously, be careful. He’s in love with Eunji, right?”
The reminder makes your smile falter as the realisation dawns on you. You were playing a dangerous game for yourself.
“I knoww… I’ve been trying to tell myself that it’s probably because I received some attention, but it feels different?”
“What about Jungkook?” Sangmi asks, and you contort your face. “He’s cute!”
“Jungkook? No!” You retort, cringing at the thought of liking him. You adored Jungkook, and he’s fucking hot, but you see him as a best friend. A warm feeling settles in your heart when you realise how important he’s become within a few days.
Namjoon and Sangmi both laugh, and the three of you continue to walk in silence. 
“Y/N!” 
You hear your name and see Taehyung heading toward you with a bright smile. You wave at him, and butterflies fly around your stomach, a new shyness overcoming you. 
Taehyung stops before you and mutters a quick ‘hi,’ catching his breath. He greets both Namjoon and Sangmi, noticing the papers in their hands. “Oh? You guys have exams too?”
The three of you nod in sync.
“Eunji isn’t here,” Sangmi states, and you nudge her arm at her bluntness.
“I wasn’t looking for her,” Taehyung plainly replies, his brows furrowing at her attitude. “Y/N, I’ve been looking for you!” He turns to you, smiling.
“Me? Why?” You laugh, confused but also fighting the bubbly feeling in your chest.
“I was wondering if you want to grab lunch with me?” He shyly asks, rubbing the nape of his neck and staring at you with pleading eyes.
You turn to Namjoon and Sangmi, eyes seeking their permission. You felt terrible to bail on them, but the mischievous part of you yearned to spend some more time with Taehyung.
“Go on, babe.” Sangmi smiles, stroking your hair with affection. 
You move to stand with Taehyung, trying to hide your excitement.
“Take care of our daughter,” Namjoon teases, and Taehyung nods, laughing as he rests his hand against your back.
“She’s in good hands,” he responds, and you shake your head at their exchange. Namjoon and Sangmi walk away, deciding to still go to the new cafe.
Taehyung ushers you lightly, his hand moving to rest at your waist instead. You gasp at the sudden sensation, cheeks warming as you feel his hand. You hear Taehyung gingerly chuckle, and you reprimand yourself for making your reaction so obvious.
“I’ve not done anything yet, peach.” Taehyung whispers, his warm breath tickling your ear. You shove yourself into him, and Taehyung laughs at your flustered expression.
You boldly wrap your arm around his bulky one, which he appreciates more than you expect. He points towards a quaint cafe that resides on campus, and you both head there in silence, the smiles on your faces saying enough words.
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"I can't believe I didn't bring a sweater," you whine, rubbing your arms to provide yourself with some warmth. You misunderstood the weather, shivering as Seoul's wind wraps itself around you. Wearing a cropped t-shirt was not your wisest decision. 
Taehyung takes a seat in front of you with your food tray, handing you your warm bowl of carbonara pasta. "Do you want my jacket, peach?" He asks, beginning to remove it.
"No, no!" You counter, a little too loudly, not wanting Taehyung to be cold himself. "I'll be fine."
"Oh wait, I have a spare sweater in my bag!" Taehyung reaches for his backpack, pulling out a black Noice sweater.
A man of taste indeed, you note.
He hands it to you, and you pull it over your head, feeling warm and fuzzy as you wrap your arms around yourself. "It's comfy!"
"You can keep it if you want?"
"I'll see," you reply, not wanting to appear too desperate. “Definitely suits me better.”
"As cute as you look, you should really dress according to the weather," Taehyung reprimands, taking a sip of his lemonade. "Not the smartest are you, peach?"
You smile at his slight compliment before pouting at how he effortlessly teases you. "You're one to talk!"
"What do you mean?" Taehyung laughs, shaking his head at your pout. "I pack extra sweaters!"
"I saw Jungkook's private story! You both went grocery shopping, and you decided to wear a fur coat with shorts." You raise your eyebrows and wear a proud smile.
"Omg, you saw that?" Taehyung chortles, and you realise that the sight of him smiling and the sound of his laughter is an essential medicine for your soul. "That's me being the main character I am!"
You simultaneously shake your heads at his comment before silently indulging in your pasta. The cafe's ambience, the delicious food, and Taehyung's presence made you feel calm. The stress you had regarding your grades now becoming a distant memory.
"Wait," Taehyung breaks the silence, placing his fork down. "You're on Jungkook's priv?"
"Yep!" You chime, not quite noticing his knitted brows. "He's so funny, right?"
"Did you ask for his Snapchat?" Taehyung prods, and you glance up at him, muddled at his sudden interest.
"Nope, he gave it to me." You reply, shifting your focus back to your carbonara. The pasta melts in your mouth, and you make a mental note to ask Eunji to make this dish for you again.
"Oh, okay, and what else?"
"What?"
"What else have you got him on?"
You laugh at Taehyung's inquisitiveness but at the same time feel bewildered. Why was he asking all this?
"Instagram, Twitter, Facebook… and that's it?" You crack your fingers, thinking about whether you've missed anything. "Oh, and I've got his number, of course."
"Jeez," Taehyung sarcastically laughs. "It's been a few days, and look at you two!" 
He continues to eat his pasta, and you can't help but speculate that Taehyung is perhaps slightly annoyed.
Silence encircles you again, and you're unsure how to break it. Taehyung gladly takes the lead, but his comment throws you off.
"I haven't got your number, Y/N."
Y/N. Not peach. Y/N.
You awkwardly laugh, doubtful about how to respond. You decide not to beat around the bush and reply to Taehyung honestly.
"You're right! You didn't really ask before you left, and Eunji never passed anything on either." You waver, hoping to read his reaction, but you're met with a blank expression. "Plus, your best friend was Eunji. I was just there." You grin, hoping it'd diffuse any conceivable tension.
"You should've asked," Taehyung states, staring at you with a strained smile.
That's right. You should've. Any relationship is always a two-way street.
"And you're both equally important to me, peach. Always have been." He finishes, and a temperate glint surfs in his eyes.
Why didn't you show me that, Kim Taehyung? You want to question, but rather, you nod, deciding to appreciate Taehyung's words instead of fighting them.
"So, can I have your number then?" Taehyung giggles, pulling his phone out and passing it to you. "Oh, and I'll take your other social media too."
The slight sting that had settled in your chest disappears, and you smile fondly at Taehyung's phone, feeling somewhat giddy at this trivial exchange.
"I'm going to add you to my private story, too," Taehyung revels, taking his phone back to do as he said.
"And what exactly do you post on there, Kim Tae?" You cackle, watching him with love-stained eyes. "Painting lessons with Taehyung, huh?"
"See for yourself, angel," Taehyung says, voice negligibly gravelly. Your heart flutters at the new name, and you see Taehyung briefly smirk at your reaction, his thumb coming to caress his lips as he offers you a bare glimpse of his teeth. One side of his mouth quirks up in a playful grin, there and gone in the moment. But it was certainly long and bright enough to everlastingly burn in your memory.
You unlock your phone and open Snapchat, searching Taehyung's user. His story pops up, and you harmlessly click the icon, not expecting anything vulgar.
Your mouth drops open, and you place your hand over it. You watch a video of shirtless Taehyung in black and white, flaunting his collarbones and stubble whilst vibing to his traditional jazzy music. You quickly turn your phone over and don't dare to look up at the man, knowing he'll be ready to tease you.
"Enjoy it?" Taehyung whispers, his flirty eyes goggling straight at you. You feel yourself warm up and want to fan yourself with your hands, but you refrain from doing so, not wanting to let Taehyung win this little game.
Taking a deep breath, you look up at the man before you. "The fuck was that?" You laugh, hoping you're able to hide the fact that you're flustered at Taehyung's gift.
Taehyung chuckles in response, clapping his hands. "Something for you. Don't worry; I'll send it to you privately."
"No need!" You reply, eyes enlarging at his impulsive valour. 
"Yah! Add me to your private story," Taehyung quibbles, stopping you from taking the next bite of your now cold pasta. "It's only fair."
"I've not got one," you confess, shrugging your shoulders before nourishing yourself again.
"Oh yeah, my Y/N here doesn't like sharing her life." Taehyung sarcastically remarks, and you can't help but be enthused by him by calling you his Y/N.
Fuck, you were down bad.
"Forget that!" You croon as you realise the truth behind Taehyung's observation. How and why does he always read you so well? "How did you do in your paper?"
"Still competitive?" Taehyung asks, and you shyly nod as you recall how you and Taehyung would always compare your grades.
"Yah, Kim Taehyung!" You shout, walking up to him with a competitive glint shining in your eyes.
It was exam season, so the paper in your hands, your mischievous gaze, and how you smirked told Taehyung one thing, and one thing only.
You were heading to him to compare your grades.
Taehyung chuckles as you stop before him. Bobbing your head side-to-side, anticipating his following words.
"Yes, Ma'am?" Taehyung replies, holding back his smile and wanting you to initiate the conversation. 
"So… How did you do in the Maths exam?" You ask curious eyes following the way he holds his paper behind him.
"Eh, I did quite well, actually! I revised a lot with Jimin, and I got 80%!" Taehyung chimes, smirking as he notices you biting your lip to try and hold back a grin.
"Only 80? What a shame!" You sigh, visibly offering fake sympathy. You bring your paper forward, smiling at it with pride. "Well, anyway, I got 90%! Can you believe that? I'm shit at maths!" You triumphantly muse, wafting your paper in front of him. "I'm sure you'll do better next time, though."
And with that, you walk away towards your locker, most likely pondering how you beat Taehyung in maths.
Taehyung chuckles as he watches you prance and smile at your paper. Bringing forth his paper, he smiles brightly at the 100% mark that stares back at him. Shaking his head, he watches you skip before trailing behind you to grab some lunch.
The faint smile never leaves his face, though, nor does the loving glint that his captivating eyes hold.
Taehyung had no clue what was going on with his heart, feelings and mind. Although he never spent much time with you, nor did he have an activity or bond that just the two of you shared, this little rivalry over grades always left him the happiest.
It was one of the only times he saw a genuine smile on you, and so if it meant that he needed to lie to see it, then so be it.
He was never sure if it was because it's something that's solely for you two or if it was because of the way you smiled every time you 'beat him.' But one thing he was sure about was that seeing you smile because of him was a feeling that nothing could entirely replace.
"Peach!" Taehyung shouts, hand reaching over to shake your arm. "Tell me how you did!"
Taehyung interrupts your daydreaming, and you search for your own paper, your smile immediately faltering as your professor's words echo in your mind.
"No, you first!" You argue, wanting to relive the past memory.
"I got a first! 90%," Taehyung says, flicking through his paper. "I'm happy with it. You?"
"I got 50%. It's not my best, but I haven't exactly put the effort in, and so…" You trail, unsure of how to finish your sentence. "What did you have to write about? It's art?" You ask, hoping it'll distract Taehyung.
"Stop trying to distract me, peach," Taehyung mutters. "I know you beat yourself up about grades, but they don't define you. And hey, at least you passed!"
You plainly nod, not wanting to react more and receive one of Taehyung's infamous pep talks.
"Anyway, I had to choose one of my favourite paintings and analyse it," Taehyung informs you. "I chose 'Starry Night.' Reminds me of you."
You hold back your smile. 'Starry Night' was a very dear painting to you and Taehyung. He'd always tell you that the image reminded him of you, and for your 15th birthday, along with a Jane Austen novel, he painted his version of 'Starry Night for you.
"I still have your painting," you state, and Taehyung reddens. "My favourite painter is Monet now. My favourite is the-"
"Waterlilly pond." You both say in sync, and your brows crease. How does Taehyung know that?
"How do you-"
"Well then, you're an artist now?" Taehyung interrupts.
"When I want to be!" You chime, making Taehyung smile. "What did you write about then?"
Frankly speaking, you didn't give a shit about what Taehyung wrote in his essay, but hearing him speak so enthusiastically about something he loves always made you happy.
"Erm… from the top of my head, I explained how Van Gogh was a nighttime lover and saw the inner beauty in the night sky... He communicated from the painting that the nighttime isn't just about darkness; it can sometimes be so illuminating and can contain a ray of hope which leaves the worldly things looking dark and dull in its comparison. The painting also contains a link between life and death which is present there due to the artist's ill health and his knowledge about death being inevitable."
"Holy shit," you purr, slowly clapping as Taehyung finishes his rambling.
"What?" Taehyung beams, putting his paper away.
"Kim Tae, you sound hot as fuck when you talk art." You're well aware that you're making no sense, but hearing Taehyung's words shamelessly turned you on.
"You should see me paint, peach." He teases, and you fake moan, making the two of you crack up at the table.
"I wonder where Eunji and Jungkook are?" You inquire, checking your phone to see whether they have messaged.
"I don't know; I wanted to hang out with you." Taehyung huffs, taking your phone out of your hands.
"Enjoy my company that much? Knew I'd rub off on you," you wink.
"I'm not going to deny that." Taehyung acknowledges. "After spending time with you at the fair, I've wanted to know you more."
"For fuck’s sake, you sound like you're proposing." You snort, but pull yourself together the next second once you see Taehyung give you a dirty look.
Idiot.
"I don't know what proposals you've seen, but as I was saying… I'd love to hang out more."
You cringe at Taehyung's honesty but decide to be mature about it and vocalise your thoughts. 
"Well, if we're being soppy, I want to say that I've enjoyed all this, and it'd mean a lot to do it more often." Your voice quietens at the end, and you exhale, still adapting to the whole idea of opening up.
"Do you want to make a list of stuff we can do together?" Taehyung proposes, knowing you always loved making lists and jotting down any possible information. He sees how you brighten up at the mention, in awe of how you'll always be the same.
"Sounds good! What do you want to do?" You bring out your notebook and a pen. Opening up to a new page, you title it 'Peach and Kim Tae’s things to do,' with tiny hearts. You proudly show Taehyung, and he shakes his head, muttering 'artist' under his breath.
"We should go to a painting cafe," Taehyung prompts you to write it down before adding, "And maybe a pottery cafe?"
You acknowledge his requests, jotting them down swiftly. "I've always wanted to go star-gazing and to a drive-in movie theatre!" 
"Add those on. Also, strawberry picking and cooking class?" Taehyung asks, and you nod, knowing that both of you could do with that.
"Museum, art galleries and libraries too. That's totally our aesthetic," you voice, and Taehyung raises his hand for a high-five which you reciprocate. 
"Perfect! Man, I'm so excited!" He rubs his hands together, showing you his boxy smile. "Also, the stuff you said are things I've had in mind for a while! We're more similar than I thought."
Taehyung's words fill you with more adoration for him. There was no point in telling yourself that you weren't in love with this man. Every word, smile, and breath he took began to reign over you.
"It's so obvious that we're single," you joke, reading your list. Taehyung laughs at your comment, nodding his head in agreement. 
"And? What's wrong with that? Relationships are trouble anyway," Taehyung rolls his eyes, anticipating your response.
"Says the person who's dying to be in one with Eunji."
"Fucking knew it," he laughs, licking his lips. "Speaking of her, I've been contemplating shit recently, and honestly, peach… I'm so confused."
"Why?" You prod, wanting Taehyung to get his feelings off his chest. Bottling everything inside would only burden him further.
"I know that the chances of my feelings being reciprocated are slim, but I don't understand why I'm unable to stop myself from thinking about her? Plus, she likes Jungkook, right?"
You nod, not wanting to sugarcoat anything. "I understand, it's confusing as fuck, but at least you're aware? Give yourself some credit!" You attempt to appease him, but he doesn't quite budge. "Perhaps if you confess to her, it'll bring you some closure? Maybe you need to outwardly be rejected?"
Taehyung sighs at your suggestion. "Yeah, maybe."
"Taehyung, look…" you begin, hoping to calm some of his nerves. "You deserve happiness too, and moping around Eunji won't give you that. You'll constantly miss amazing chances if you don't do this now. Don't do that to yourself, Kim Tae."
"Y/N, I'm-"
"I'm not finished," you interrupt, and damn, it feels good. "Sometimes, it takes a tiny, little heartbreak for our eyes to truly open. Maybe that'll help you see your worth? Never settle. You deserve someone who will consistently and confidently choose you."
"Wow… You really know what to say, huh?" Taehyung swallows, slightly flushed at your words. "Seriously, how many heartbreaks have you dealt with?" He laughs, gazing at you with a sense of sympathy.
"I don't do relationships, Taehyung." You disclose, and he ogles at you with a perplexed expression. "It's merely an observation based on what I've seen around me."
"Oh, okay, but… you've not been in a relationship? How? You're awesome." 
You laugh in response before disclosing something you wouldn't have imagined vocalising. "Not a real one, no. I've tried, but any guy I've spoken to likes Eunji in the end. What you're going through is nothing new to me. Heartbreak is the only constant I have in my life, I guess that's why I know what to say to you." 
Taehyung's face stills, a pained expression now canvassing it. "Shit. I'm sorry, Y/N." 
You wave him off and collect yourself, not wanting to appear too vulnerable in front of him. "Don't be. It stops hurting once you're used to it." 
"So it doesn't bother you at all?" You can tell that Taehyung won't let this matter go so quickly. 
"It did make me a little insecure, but I'm passed that now. Relationships scare me." You begin to feel a little uncomfortable, as though you've exposed every fragile part of yourself. 
"Understandable, but I promise the right person will find you himself one day," Taehyung reassures you. In his eyes, you see a glimmer of hope for you.
"Well, he better! Being a cat lady is not my aesthetic," you attempt to lighten the mood.
"He could be closer than you think, peach." Taehyung casually declares before signalling the waiter to bring your bill.
"Huh?"
"Nothing," he shakes his head, delicately smiling as he pays for your meal. You don't bother stopping him, knowing he won't give in.
Closer to you than you think? Who and What was Taehyung talking about? The man quickly confused you quite often, but the hidden meaning behind his remark was something you eagerly wanted to know.
What if he was talking about himself? No! You quickly reprimand yourself. Unable to contain your curiosity, you question Taehyung to see what he replies.
"Hey, Tae-"
"But yes! I'm excited about these outings. It'll be a great chance for me to rectify a few mistakes." Taehyung notes, resting his face in his palms.
He's clearly moved onto something else. You don't bother bringing up your question, not wanting to accidentally dampen the mood.
"Rectify a few mistakes? What do you mean?" You internally roll your eyes at Taehyung. Why was he never precise with his words?
"I want to make you realise that you're just as important to me as Eunji is, Y/N. I know I said you are, but I suspected you didn't quite believe me."
Great, he caught onto you before.
"Why, thank you, Kim. It'd be nice to experience some genuine friendship." You offer him an approving smile.
"Genuine? Do you and Eunji not do shit like this?"
How?! How does he know you were referring to Eunji?
"Nah, not really. Things have always been quite rocky, and they became worse once you left. I don't want to bother her with my interests; they're not things she's a fan of. We just do shit she likes."
"Well, it shouldn't be like that. Want me to speak to her?" Taehyung's jaw clenches and your heart can't help but fasten its beat upon the realisation that, for once, Taehyung is prioritising your happiness. 
"No, no," you reply. As happy as the thought makes you, you aren't confident enough to deal with any form of drama. Eunji also has a lot going on, and you'd hate to be an additional stress. "I need to figure out my own feelings and thoughts before addressing anything."
"Valid, but don't allow anyone to treat you like shit. You're a great friend and deserve the same energy back." Taehyung reaches over and lightly grabs your hand, pressing at it as a form of reassurance. "And rely on other people too, not just Eunji!"
You make a mental note of Taehyung's words and mutter your thanks. You weren't entirely used to opening up to anyone, especially Taehyung. Still, after spending some time with him, you conclude that perhaps the only way you'll find peace and happiness is to allow others in.
“I have Sangmi and Namjoon. Jungkook too!" You assure your friend, but his face slightly contorts at the mention of Jungkook. The irrational part of you tells you he's jealous, but your good friend who goes by the name 'reality' comes and tells you no.
"And me. Why do you keep forgetting me?" Taehyung half-laughs, but you can sense his discomfort.
"Sorry," you apologise. "Also, Taehyung, please don-"
"I won't mention a thing to anyone. You can trust me, okay?" Taehyung finishes your sentence for you, knowing exactly what your request would've been. He knows you have trouble trusting those around you, and his heart aches when he realises how many times you must've been betrayed.
You timidly nod but chastise yourself mentally for making your insecurities so obvious. "But yes! Be sure to confess to Eunji. Who knows, you might get the response you aren't expecting."
"Y/N, please! Let that go. Today's about us. I'll think about Eunji later." Taehyung rebukes, and you mumble an apology. "We'll go on an outing today." He smoothly directs the conversation elsewhere, knowing you won't say a word.
"Already? We had lunch together?" As much as you'd love to hang out with Taehyung, a part of you doesn't want to tire him of yourself.
"If you love life, don't waste time, for time is what life is made up of." Taehyung profoundly dictates, eyebrows raising and a smirk falling on his lips.
"I know you quoted Bruce Lee, Sherlock." You pop his bubble of excitement, smirking directly at him.
"Damn!" Taehyung groans and you both pleasantly laugh. You watch Taehyung snicker, and you admire how his laughter meets his eyes. His giggles were free and pure, so childish despite his adult years. 
Your love for him was whole and without measure. And that was something you'd blissfully tell yourself over and over again.
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Jungkook’s first few days on campus were too good to be true. He had settled in well, was content with studying his dream career in Music, and had made a handful of new friends. 
His lecture had just finished, and so he made his way to the library, planning on waiting there until he received a reply from either you or Taehyung. He had messaged the two of you simultaneously with the hopes that you could all grab some lunch before returning home. But he didn’t hear anything. Not that Jungkook minded. Spending time with himself was something he enjoyed doing quite often.
Jungkook notices a familiar figure sitting at the computer station as he takes a seat.
Eunji.
He notices a distressed look on her face, and instead of giving her some alone time, he decides to sit next to her, knowing full well that Eunji would be in favour of that.
Walking towards the evidently stressed girl, Jungkook grabs a chair and pulls it next to her. Eunji is wholly engrossed in her work, not even catching sight of Jungkook’s presence. 
That’s unusual, Jungkook thinks before he gently taps Eunji’s shoulder, not wanting to scare her in a quiet library.
“Psst, Eunji!” He whispers, a child-like grin gracing his lips. “You good?”
Eunji turns to face Jungkook with tired eyes but swiftly pulls herself together, smiling at him. “Oh? Hi!”
Her usual feline smirk returns and Jungkook shakes his head.
“Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be singing somewhere?” Eunji inquires as she looks Jungkook up and down.
Fuck, he was hot.
“I was loo-”
“Y/N isn’t here,” she states, her smile falling. “She’s probably with her other friends.”
The emphasis on ‘other’ immediately tells Jungkook that Eunji isn’t fond of them. “Chill, I wanted to hang out with you.”
“As if,” Eunji scoffs. “I do not believe that.”
“You’re a bitch to me,” Jungkook laughs, shifting closer to Eunji.
“And you’re a dick, so that makes us even!” She retorts, wearing a fake smile, before rolling her eyes at the male before her.
Jungkook nudges Eunji in response, and the two of them chuckle, confused at what exactly is going on.
“What are you working on? You look kinda stressed.” Jungkook mentions, and Eunji instantly sighs, running her hands through her hair.
“An essay. I’ve been working on it for weeks, and it’s tough.” Eunji reveals, pouting as she reads what she has just written. “Nothing I do makes sense.”
“Don’t be so hard on yourself. Take a break, and come back to it?” Jungkook hesitantly says, unsure of how to pacify Eunji.
“You’re right. I put a lot of pressure on myself, but I guess that’s because of some stuff in the past.” Eunji’s voice quietens at the end as she looks around to see who’s about. 
Jungkook had only ever seen the extroverted and confident Eunji. Seeing her appear a little helpless made Jungkook realise that you and Eunji carry your shit really well.
“Are you even enjoying your course?” Jungkook prods. He didn’t quite see a fondness for the subject in Eunji’s eyes.
“Sorta? I’m doing it more for my dad, so he finally perceives me as a successful woman.” Eunji visibly grimaces at her words. Has she really gotten to that point? “But I also want to understand people better!” She adds on.
“Eunji? And wanting to understand people? What’s going on!” Jungkook chimes and, in return, receives a playful shove to his shoulder.
“You excited about the charity gala?” Jungkook asks, wanting to continue distracting Eunji from her work.
“Nah… I’ve always hated those. I hate being around my father.”
“Why?” Jungkook knows he shouldn’t push, but he wonders if Eunji has ever gotten any of this off her chest.
“I’m not doing this!” She grins, twirling the ends of her hair. “You’ll say I’m begging for sympathy, Jeon!”
“I’m not that much of a dick!” Jungkook defends himself, pretending to be hurt by the allegation. 
“He used to mistreat me a lot as a child and neglected me more than often. Everything was about my brother, and I was left to fend for myself.” Eunji shrugs her shoulders, but Jungkook doesn’t miss the way she blinks away the abrupt tears. “It’s never bothered me! I don’t need familial attention.”
Jungkook nods at the lie, knowing full well that Eunji craves it. Perhaps this is why she seeks validation from external sources? He brushes away the assumption and dwells on how to respond.
“Eunji, I’m sorry-”
“Don’t. I don’t need that, Jungkook.” Eunji interrupts, shaking her head no. “I’m trying to fix myself, and opening old wounds isn’t what I need. I’m looking into therapy.”
Jungkook smiles at Eunji, proud of how she’s helping herself heal. “I’m happy for you, and I’ll be right here if you need me.”
“What? Are you just everyone’s therapist?” Eunji giggles, tilting her head to stare at Jungkook.
“Nooo!” Jungkook snickers. Eunji was right. All he seems to have done since he’s arrived is help everyone around him. “Growing up, I had everything done for me. I had a stable family, supportive friends, and everything I could ask for. I’m just trying to repay that in my own way?”
“Aww, that’s sweet, Jeon. Right softie, aren’t you?” Eunji teases, reaching forward to pull on his cheek. “But don’t let anyone use you, okay?”
“I’m not stupid!” Jungkook groans, removing Eunji’s hand from his cheek.
“Just a little bit,” Eunji croons, and Jungkook pouts at her comment.
He notices Eunji shift her attention towards her computer again, typing away, but this time with a slight smile. Jungkook settles into her chair and watches her with admiration.
Eunji may not be the greatest friend, but he’s confident that it’s a mere result of what she’s had to deal with growing up. 
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Your clothes are everywhere. 
On your bed, your chair and even your floor. 
You now stand in your bedroom, only wearing your bra and underwear. You look around, unable to decide what to wear. You contemplate asking Eunji, but she’d then have a series of questions that you don’t want to answer.
On your way home with Taehyung, he told you to be ready for 5pm and that he wanted to take you somewhere. He didn’t specify any details, which is why you’re confused. You don’t want to overdress, but you also don’t want to dress too casually.
Should you message Taehyung? Or just count on your lucky stars?
Oh! Maybe you could message Jungkook and ask him what Taehyung’s wearing?
No, don’t be so silly, Y/N. You tell yourself, hitting the side of your head to stop the thoughts. Your mind was definitely as messy as your room.
You take a seat on the floor, lying down on top of your clothes and groaning in frustration. Sighing, you stand up and rest your hands on your hips.
“Right, Y/N. You’re closing your eyes, picking up the first item, and matching shit with that.” You say out loud. Yup… you really do need to stop talking to yourself.
You do as you had said, closing your eyes, picking up the first item. A beautiful floral-printed midi skirt rests in your hands, and you inwardly thank the Heavens above. You hunt for a brown knitted jumper and your usual white sneakers. 
You quickly wear your outfit and tie your hair into a little bun, pulling out a few loose strands. Scanning yourself in the mirror, you smile.
You decide to take a few pictures of yourself, but a message from Taehyung interrupts your photoshoot. A newfound shyness takes over you, and you feel as though you’re in high school all over again, going on your first date.
Opening the chat, you read what Taehyung has said.
Taehyung: Peach?? You ready?? I’m cold
You snort at his impatience before replying.
You: Omw bowser ;)
Taehyung: Tf is bowser?
You: bowser?? From Mario Kart, you fake gamer
Taehyung: Ohhh, princess peach and bowser?
You: yes!!
Taehyung: you wanna be called princess?
You: bye.
Taehyung: ;)
You put your phone into a small leather bag and go to Taehyung downstairs.
Was this a date? It feels like a date… Kim Taehyung is taking you on a date.
Several thoughts rush into your mind, and you try very hard to keep them at bay. This evening is one you want to enjoy, and you’re most definitely not going to let your overthinking ruin that.
When you’ve finished giving yourself a pep talk, you reach the lobby and head outside to where Taehyung is waiting. He leans against the wall, aimlessly scrolling through his phone. 
You revel at Taehyung’s outfit, not quite figuring out the vibe he wants to go for. Grey sweatpants, a white tee, and a long, black trench coat paired with a plaid scarf. 
“Interesting outfit choice, Kim.” You shout and make your way to stand before him. “Very bougie.”
“Why, thank you, princess….” Taehyung pauses, reading your face. “Peach!”
You whine, looking down at your shoes, and Taehyung’s hand comes to your chin, lifting it up to face him. 
“You look cute,” he gently says as he scans your outfit. “Shall we go?”
You nod, beckoning your head towards the street, and Taehyung walks ahead. He reaches out for your arm, wrapping it around his own.
Your heartbeat quickens at Taehyung’s ministration, and you feel yourself heat up.
“You’re a slow walker,” he whispers, ruining your musings. Taehyung laughs as you lightly step on his foot, throwing his head back and jokingly wincing.
You both walk into the sunset, and you don’t bother asking him where he’s taking you. Leaning his head against his forearm, you embrace the 5pm quietude. 
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“And here we are!” Taehyung shouts, his child-like grin appearing as he points to the park before you.
“Yongsang park?” You question, taking in your pleasant surroundings. Your cheeks meet your eyes as you brightly smile, clapping your hands in excitement. “I’ve always wanted to come here!”
“Exactly why we’re here,” Taehyung profoundly states, widening his eyes and smiling like a baby. “There’s a place I want to show you, but before that, I think we should walk around, Watcha think?”
“Sounds like a plan, Sherlock!” You pull out your phone and take pictures of the beautiful scenery before you. Autumn is painted everywhere, easily telling a story about the season. Couples and friends walk around, and you see a few birds resting on the trees.
Taehyung trails after you and melts as he watches you become more amazed at each step. The steady sun warms you, balancing with the cool, fresh breeze. 
“Namjoon plans on proposing to Sangmi here one day. It’s where they first met.” You tell Taehyung, still taking pictures of everything that mesmerises you. “Don’t tell anyone!”
“The secret’s safe with me, ma’am,” Taehyung chuckles, walking behind and secretly capturing shots of you. He had actually gone home and stalked your social media, which were all blank slates. The most he saw was your retweets, and even they didn’t tell much about you. As he takes the pictures, Taehyung hopes that you post them on your Instagram.
Taehyung hides his phone in his pocket as you turn around, innocently smiling at him. “Having fun?”
“I love it so much!” You gleam, running towards Taehyung and lightly hugging him. “Thank you for bringing me here, Kim Tae.”
Taehyung wraps an arm around your waist, gently patting your back. “Anything for you, peach.” He replies, sincerity laced in his tone.
You pull yourself out of his embrace, whispering a short apology, and collect yourself. You notice an old couple staring at you and Taehyung lovingly as you look around. You politely bow, and they make their way toward you with that.
“You two remind me of us when we first began dating,” the older woman says, and her husband nods in agreement.
“Oh, we’re not-”
“Thank you!” Taehyung swiftly interrupts, and you gape at him with an open mouth. The elderly couple laughs at your interaction and walks away, leaving you with your sly best friend.
“Taehyung!” You smack his arm. “What was that? If I had said that, you would’ve told me off!”
“No, I wouldn’t have, liar! And plus, they didn’t say that it looks like we’re dating. They said that we reminded them of them.”
“You make no sense,” you huff, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms.
“Spent too much time with you,” Taehyung fires back and takes a few steps away before he falls victim to your hand once again. 
You pout in return, and Taehyung squeezes your cheeks.
“Here, let me cheer you up. Wanna see something?”
You nod, giving in much faster than you usually would. “Leggo!”
Taehyung takes your hand into his and drags you towards the heart of the park. You both walk over the bridge, hand in hand, gushing over the feeling. He takes you past the crowded area, and you’re suddenly in a secluded place with little to no people around.
A small lotus pond, huge rocks, and mounds decorate the area. Taehyung takes you to the small Chinese pavilion, and you take a seat, looking out into the scenery.
“I’ve never seen something so perfect!” You muse, searching for your phone to capture the moment. Taehyung takes your phone from you as you open the camera app, putting it into his pocket. You glare at him, confused at his measure.
“No pictures here. I want you to mentally capture this place.” Taehyung takes a seat next to you, shuffling closer, touching your knees with his. “It’s very dear to me. When things used to get hard at home, with Eunji, or I needed my own space… I’d come here.”
You hum, not wanting to interrupt him confiding in you. 
“It’s like that one place we all want that’s only ours. No one used to come here, so it felt like it only belonged to me. I think it’s one of the things I missed the most about home. And I always wanted to share it with you, Peach. I know that you never had your own personal place at home back then, and now you live with Eunji. So… if you ever need some time away, you can come here.”
Tears well in your eyes, and emotions overcome you as Taehyung confesses. You turn to face him, at a loss of words and hoping that your smile shows just how much he means to you right now. 
“Anyway, I got us some stuff to snack on.” Taehyung stands up and bends down, pulling out a basket underneath the bench. “I came here before and left this here for us. I’ve always wanted to have a picnic here with someone special.” He rubs the back of his head, embarrassed at his honesty.
Someone special.
The phrase makes your heart flutter, and your ears heat up as a slight embarrassment overcomes you. You never imagined speaking to Taehyung for more than five minutes before he landed, let alone being here on a date with him. 
“Well! Let’s get eating,” you chirp, hoping it’ll make Taehyung feel less awkward. You reach for a packet of crisps, opening it and offering some to Taehyung first, who takes a few before handing you a sandwich. The two of you snack away in peace, smiling at one another every few seconds. 
“I want to paint this,” Taehyung nods his head at you and then the scenery behind you before taking a sip of his beverage. “Will you be my muse, peach?”
“Well, if you’re asking so kindly,” you proudly raise your eyebrows and smile. “Of course, I will.”
Taehyung smiles in response before reaching for his phone. He sees you occupied with your snacks and sneaks a quick picture of you. Taehyung never documented many of his memories with you, and that was something he wanted to rectify. 
Seeing you at peace with no worries whatsoever eased him. He knew you’d never let him onto your burdens, but Taehyung was sure he’ll silently help you in all ways possible.
“Also, this is a little… random?” Taehyung begins, and you see him nervously shift in his seat. “But I kinda want us to write letters to each other? For the future.”
Taehyung knew this was something you had always wanted to do, and he was also sure that there was no way Eunji would agree to do this with you. He knew the significance of letters, pictures, tiny notes and even receipts for you. He wanted to give you something to remember this day by.
“Wait, really?” Your face lights up, and Taehyung feels his heart stop racing, your pure contentment calming him down. “Oh, Taehyung! I’d love to.”
Taehyung smiles as he pulls out two papers, envelopes and a few pens. “Here.”
You mutter a quick thanks before turning away from Taehyung and hiding your paper from his sight. You were in shock that Taehyung proposed this idea, but the better part of you was truly thankful.
Glancing down at your paper, you contemplate what to write. Should you subtly confess your feelings? Should you thank him for being a great friend? Or should you just ramble about the most spontaneous topic?
You decide not to ponder any further and trust your pen to convey everything your heart whispers. Settling behind Taehyung more comfortably, you begin to write.
Dear Taehyung,
I don’t exactly know what to write… I’m unsure what our relationship will be once you open this. Do you think we’ll still be friends? Or will your presence in my life vanish once again? Should I keep this letter to you vague, or should I use this opportunity to say everything I’d never mention out loud?
You spent a lot of time with me today, and I noticed you trying to get to know me better. I appreciate it so much, Taehyung. I hope that as time passes, I can reveal parts of me that I prefer to keep hidden, to you. I’ve just never had to do that before, you see? No one’s ever put that much effort in me, and so I’m finding this kind of scary and overwhelming?
Will you even remember to open this? Okay… wait… I can see you cursing me for asking you so many questions… It’s a habit, okay?! Taehyung… I think I’ll keep the letter short, but what I will write here is something I wrote. If you do read this and I’m still around you… please don’t ask me who it’s for because I don’t think I’ll ever have the heart to tell you, Kim Tae.
Now I’m not comfortable with my writing skills, so don’t laugh! Here it is:
My love for you is not written in words
And not told in voice
It is drafted in emotions
And conveyed through the eyes.
My love for you silences, whispering doubts
And calms the brewing storms
It ignites my inner strength
And quells all the tensions.
It’s something I wrote with the intention that I’d share it with my significant other one day. But the thought of you came to mind first. Thank you for making me feel safe, Taehyung. Especially since you’ve returned. You know what made me feel the safest? When we made out :) I’m kidding! Humour is my coping mechanism… don’t judge :)
That’s it. I have nothing more to say. (My hand’s tired too). You confuse me a lot, Kim Tae. But I can assure you that I confuse myself even more. I hope that the day you’re reading this, you’re old and wrinkly... Just kidding! I hope you’re happy and have a family who loves you the same way you love others. 
Name a child of yours after me <3 I’m bored now… can you tell?
Taehyung, no matter how old you become… please remember that I want you to focus on your happiness first <3 I’ll stop writing now… because I think you have to. 
You’re my most excellent friend… 
Have a sweet night, (I’m assuming you’re reading this in the evening?)
Your Peach <3
You sign off the letter, slotting it into an envelope and passing it back to Taehyung. He hands you his letter, and you chuckle before asking, “What did you write, Kim Tae?”
“You’ll find out in 10 years, Peach. Patience is a virtue.” Taehyung winks, and you pout, hoping he will give you a slight clue. “And the pout won’t work.” 
“Yah! I just don’t want to have written too much, you know?” You confess, a worrisome look on your face. “What if what I’ve written stops us from being friends.”
“Peach, don’t be silly. Nothing could change our friendship.” Taehyung reaches for your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
You offer him a half-smile, but your mind can’t help but be consumed by irrational thoughts. You feel your stomach churn upon the realisation that the more time you spend with Taehyung, the more dangerous he’ll become for you. Taehyung would never reciprocate your feelings, and you’ll only fall further.
Yet that solid piece of information can’t stop you from being around him. Pursuing danger for Taehyung seems to be some form of intoxication for you. Today’s time with him has filled your heart with more. More love. More adoration.
Pieces of himself have remained with you, and you’ve treasured them away in the most secretive corner of your heart. These same pieces you’ve locked away will cut you sharper when he rips them out of your heart and takes them back… offering them to the one his heart truly lies with.
A quick flutter in your chest shakes you awake from your overthinking. Yes, you may be correct, but the hopeless romantic within you gently tells you to trust Taehyung and savour the moments you’re spending with him.
And that’s precisely what you do.
You trust Taehyung. Trust him with your feelings and your broken heart.
“I’m so happy today, Kim Tae,” you sigh, shuffling so your backs touch, and you rest your head against the back of his shoulder. “I’ve never felt so at peace before.”
“And that means the world to me, peach,” Taehyung responds, leaning his head against yours.
Stillness envelops you again, and all you hear is the birds chirping, Taehyung’s quiet breathing and the most prominent sound… your heart falling for your best friend even more.
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You enter your place, your mood much brighter than before. You and Taehyung had spent the rest of the evening catching up with one another, adding more date ideas onto your list, trying the new snacks Taehyung had brought, and every other gentle way of passing the time.
Taehyung also showed you pictures that he secretly took of you, and he made you promise him that you’ll post them on Instagram.
"What's got you all smiley?" Eunji laughs, pulling you out of your trance. You notice her settled on your sofa with a cookie dough ice cream tub in her lap. "You look cute, but where were you!"
You consider telling Eunji the truth, but a part of you wishes to keep this day with Taehyung to yourself. You want to have something with Taehyung that's only yours and his. 
"I finished class early and decided to go shopping!" You master a lie, removing your shoes and settling next to Eunji. "Didn't find anything."
"Ah, okay. We should go again this weekend; I need to grab some stuff." Eunji proposes, and you silently agree with a nod, not wanting to engage in further conversation. "We've run out of pads too, I think?"
"Mhm! We have, but I can always grab Sangmi if you need some now?" You offer, but Eunji immediately declines, and you see her face turn sour in expression.
You sit in peace, millions of scenarios occupying your mind. Jazz music spills from the TV, which makes your brows furrow. Eunji listening to Jazz? Now that was new…
"Since when do you listen to this?" You interrogate, watching her still face bring out a smile. "You've never been one for Jazz."
"I've wanted to get to know Taehyung more. Thought I'd start with his music taste." Eunji sighs, throwing her head back against the sofa's arm. "Not to my liking, but hey ho!"
"The gesture's always appreciated, Eunji!" You hear Taehyung's voice at the door, and a warm aura suddenly surrounds you. He dryly chuckles as he walks towards your main area, smiling at you serenely.
"Hi, stranger," Eunji flirts, sitting back up and offering her tub of ice cream to Taehyung, which he politely refuses. "What brings you here?"
"Peach, you left your bag." Taehyung ignores Eunji's question, handing you your bag. You notice a slight blush on his cheek as he shyly grins. "I don't know how you didn't realise. Maybe my company is just that great."
You're about to reply with a witty response, but your eyes widen as you take in what Taehyung just revealed.
Fuck.
"You both were together?" Eunji raises her brows in confusion, glancing at you with a perplexed expression. "Why was I not invited?"
"Eunji-"
"We ran into each other. It was a mere coincidence." Taehyung interrupts, winking at you when he notices Eunji's attention on you instead. "Don't be so jealous!"
"I'm not," Eunji lightly chuckles, but you and Taehyung see through her.
"Well, I'll get going. Jungkook and I are going to chill for a bit. See you at the charity gala, Eunji." Taehyung heads for the door before turning back around to face you both. "And please! Lock your fucking door." He shakes his head and leaves with Eunji and you laughing at his sudden, aggressive outburst.
"Gala? What gala is there?" You inquire, not having heard anything from Taehyung or Eunji.
"Oh yeah, the one Appa usually hosts with Seokjin and Taehyung's family?" Eunji begins. "You should come!"
"Fuck, no! I'm definitely not going to be wanted there." You retort. You're well aware that Eunji and Taehyung's family have never been too keen on you. You'd hate to relive those same emotions they usually put you through again.
"Why?!" Eunji whines, reaching for your arm and gently shaking it. "Please! Jungkook's coming too, and you can be my plus one!"
"I'll see," you nod. Maybe having Jungkook there with you will result in the evening passing smoother than usual.
"Wanna eat something?" Eunji fluently changes the topic, standing up and heading towards your rustic kitchen. "Jin dropped some food off."
"I'm not too hungry." Taehyung had overindulged you with the snacks, constantly making you try new foods with him at your little picnic. "What did he drop off, though?" You follow Eunji, intending to help her set up her meal. "Making food is definitely his love language."
"I'm not sure. Actually, I didn't ask." Eunji opened the fridge, taking out the container and opening it up to see what Minji had cooked this evening. "It's Japchae."
"Oh! Tae's favourite." The two of you shout in sync, instantly turning to face one another with an awkward look on your face. You both snicker, but a somewhat tense silence falls around you.
Eunji breaks the silence with a snarky comment, "You've been very close to him recently." 
You stiffen, unsure how to respond to her comment. You were sure that Eunji wasn't eager toward your evolving friendship with Taehyung. "You told me to keep him occupied," you chuckle, hoping it'll quell the thickening tension.
Eunji smiles at you with unreadable eyes and walks away to the dining table. But you know precisely what thoughts are brewing in her mind. She wants you to keep your distance from Taehyung, specifically how she wanted you back when you were only thirteen.
"Oh, and I forgot to mention," Eunji pauses and takes a bite of the Japchae. "We need to repay Yoongi and Hoseok when they helped us build our new cabinet."
"What was it we said we'd do for them?" You ask, hoping it won't be something too time-consuming. A part of you was hoping to go somewhere again with Taehyung. His presence was an addiction you couldn't quite get rid of. The remnants of today still linger around you.
"Wash their cars," Eunji fake cries, pouting as she recalls her being the one who proposed the whole idea in the first place. "We need to stop getting ourselves into shit like this."
"We?" You beckon to remind Eunji that she got you into this agreement.
"Sorry?" Eunji questions, shrugging her shoulders before continuing to devour her meal. 
You exhale, falling back onto your sofa as you dread your tomorrow.
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“You definitely made it messier, didn’t you?” You tease, leaning against the bonnet of Yoongi’s car. It was 10 in the morning, and you were far from awake. Spending most of the night reading and writing in your diary about your date with Taehyung now sounded like a bad idea as you try to fight sleep.
“Just for you, Miss. Y/N,” Yoongi winks, and you roll your eyes at the gummy smile he flashes your way. “Now, both of you lose the attitude! It was you who proposed it!”
“Actually, it was just Eunji. So I’ll get going,” you chirp as you head towards the entrance of your apartment complex. Your smile quickly falters as you run into Hoseok, who directs you back to the car by your shoulders.
“Here, I brought you some extra hands, so the job gets done faster!” Hoseok says in his mellow voice. You swear you could listen to him speak all day. “Come on, boys!”
And with that, you and Eunji turn your heads towards the glass door as you notice a very cheerful Taehyung and Jungkook charge your way.
“Ugh! It’s too early to deal with them!” Eunji groans, rubbing her eyes so the tiredness can leave. 
“What? You should appreciate us!” Jungkook shouts, walking towards you and nudging you out of your trance. “Right, Y/N?”
“Y-yeah!” You stutter, embarrassed that Jungkook just caught you staring Taehyung up and down. 
Messy brown hair, slightly wet. Denim shorts that fit around his thighs perfectly. A white t-shirt that sits beautifully against his bulging chest. And a yellow linen dress shirt, open and contrasting against his beautiful skin.
Taehyung was ready for summer… in the middle of autumn, but that didn’t matter to you. You were simply getting your head around how handsome the man before you looked. You notice him lost in conversation with Eunji and Yoongi, and you can’t help but continue to ogle. You hear his voice quicken as he gives Yoongi an idea of what to cook. A gentle expression takes over his eyes as Yoongi accepts Taehyung’s offer. 
Taehyung’s beauty didn’t just shine because of his physical features. It was his inner self that spoke to you of old times. The eloquence of his words and the sound of his laughter got into the depths of your bones and echoed for you to love him. There was no specific feature that marked Taehyung as handsome, and that’s precisely why he was beautiful to both your eyes and heart.
“Y/N!” Jungkook shakes your arm, trying to gain your attention. “Come on, we’ve got plenty to do.”
“Oh… sorry!” You mutter, heating up as you internally scold yourself for staring at Taehyung again. 
“You can admire my hyung later,” Jungkook casually teases. Your mouth drops open as you rush to turn towards him, but all you see is his broad back, and a slight chuckle emits from him.
“That’s rude!” You shout, heading towards the car and joining Eunji in picking out the rubbish. You find empty bottles of water and grocery store receipts. Eunji curses at Yoongi with each item she picks up, and you can’t help but chuckle at her. 
“He’s like the cleanest person of all of us. What even is this mess?” She whines, picking up the last water bottle and tossing it into the trash can. “Maybe he did make it messy on purpose.”
“That’s a lot of effort from Yoongi hyung,” Taehyung laughs as he soaks a sponge in a bucket of soapy water. You nod at Taehyung, smiling to acknowledge his little joke. 
"I'll help you, Taehyung!" Eunji sighs, getting out of the car and helping herself to another sponge. "Jungkook, please help Y/N clean the inside. I've left some wipes on the seat!"
You watch Jungkook make his way to the car giddily, pulling funny faces at you as he settles in.
"The cleaning can wait," Jungkook begins, looking around before shutting the car door. "Tell me how you've been."
You melt at Jungkook's care, reminding yourself how lucky you are to know him. "I've been good! Taehyung and I spoke, and he said he wants to spend more time with me."
"Oh really?" Jungkook's eyes widen, holding back his grin, which you don't miss. "Whatcha say?"
"I agreed, and we went out yesterday!" You tell him, brightly smiling as you recall the little date. "It was so fun, Jungkook. I'd happily relive yesterday with him a thousand times over."
"A thousand times over?"
"For him? Yes," You admit, shyly glancing at your lap. You feel Jungkook pat your head out of affection, and you stare at him with lovesick eyes. "I was so happy."
"That feels nice to hear," Jungkook admits, retracting his hand and instead of taking out a wipe, so it at least looks like he's cleaning. "I actually spoke to Eunji yesterday. No flirting and actual talking! Didn't know it was possible." Jungkook cackles, and you shift in your seat to see his face more clearly.
"Oh? How'd it go?" Hearing Jungkook tell you that he spoke to Eunji left a foul thought in your mind. You're aware that the two can engage in conversation, but some part of you wants Jungkook's friendship to yourself. The fear of Eunji taking him from you settles in your mind, but you brush it away as Jungkook clears his throat.
"I just got to know her better. She's nice, just hurt, I suppose?" Jungkook mumbles in confusion as though he's telling himself this story for the first time. "I understand she's not the greatest of friends, but I think that's stemmed from her experiences."
You subtly nod, agreeing with Jungkook. You know that Eunji isn't a horrible person. In fact, she's incredible to those around her and, at times, she forgets to give the same energy to herself. And… to you.
A knock on the window startles you, and you see Eunji beckoning you to clean. She motions 'come on' with her hand and resumes scrubbing the windows of Yoongi's car. 
"We best get cleaning!" Jungkook chuckles, and you both continue to wipe the leather seats and windows until everything is squeaky clean. 
Once done, you step out of the car and high-five each other at your teamwork. 
"Well done, peach!" Jungkook says with a sweet smile, and your face contorts at the 'peach.'
"Thank-"
"Yah! She's my peach! Back off," Taehyung shouts, walking towards you and throwing an arm around your shoulder. He brings you to stand before him, and he uses the opportunity to back hug you.
Your eyes widen, and you see Jungkook elicit the same reaction. Awkwardly chuckling, you shuffle in Taehyung's embrace, but it only seems to tighten. "Right, peach? Just mine, hmm?"
Your body becomes warm at Taehyung's remarks and goosebumps form. What was Kim Taehyung doing to you?
"Mhm," you hoarsely whisper, at a loss of words. You hated how Taehyung was making you feel flustered, but a part of you wanted to get used to this.
Taehyung's hand slides down to rest at your waist, and your breath hitches. "Good girl," he mumbles into your hair before walking away and leaving you fazed.
Jungkook's eyes are still wide, and you grin at his expressions. "Jungkook?"
"Are you as confused as me?" Jungkook stares over at his Hyung, who busies himself with preparing the hose for the car. "What's going on?"
You chuckle and nod. "I wish I knew," you simply reply, shrugging your shoulders. "Only time will tell."
Jungkook nods and walks away to his hyung. You look around and notice Eunji staring at you with a scowl on her face. You ask her 'what's wrong' through your eyes which she ignores you and stomps away. 
You finish washing the car in silence, relishing in the subtle autumn breeze. As you finish, Eunji walks ahead first and Jungkook trails after her, complaining about his tiredness as though he spent the morning cleaning more than one car. 
You walk behind your two friends, but Taehyung holds onto your wrist and stops you. You assume he wants to go out again, so you smile, wondering what he'll want to do from your list today.
"It worked, Y/N!" Taehyung muses, his smile becoming more radiant as he stares at you. "My plan kinda worked!"
"Plan?" You utter, confused at what Taehyung is alluding to, but still smiling. "What plan, Kim Tae?"
"I thought that maybe if I make Eunji jealous, I'll be able to see her true feelings?" Taehyung informs you, and your face immediately drops as you recall Taehyung keeping you nearby and Eunji's face straight after. "It worked! She looked so jealous."
"Yep!" You chime, hoping it'll conceal the sadness etched into your face. "I'm glad."
"I had a think at home, and I might confess on the gala night. I'd rather get it out of the way. What do you say?" You appreciate Taehyung asking for your opinion, and you yearn to tell him no. A complete contrast from the advice you were giving him yesterday. Still, the selfless angel within you flutters out instead.
"Whatever you think is best, Kim Tae. I'm going to freshen up; I have a webinar to attend." You lie, walking away from Taehyung. You don't even hear him telling you to wait. Your focus is simply on the need to escape from this reality. You really do hate being used, but being used by your close friends? That's a pain you wish upon no one.
As you take the stairs, you mull over Taehyung confessing to Eunji. Will it be a no again? Why was Eunji so jealous? Should you be brushing your feelings for Taehyung under the carpet once again? A feeling in your gut says, "yes," but another in your heart says, "no." Your heart urges you to trust Taehyung and your feelings. It tells you to be brave instead of being a puppet for your fears and anxiety.
"Are you coming in or not?" Eunji's voice echoes against the empty hallway, realising you've reached your apartment. 
"Oh… sorry," you mumble, walking past her and straight to the fridge to grab yourself some water. "What's wrong with you? You seem off." 
You hesitated to ask, but you knew that not doing so would only cause you more trouble. You hate feeling anxious around your very own best friend, but it's a feeling you can never shake off despite how hard you try. 
"What's going on with you and Taehyung?" Eunji bluntly states, moving to stand before you obnoxiously close. "It makes me uncomfortable."
"Nothing? Literally nothing?" You argue, not pleased with Eunji's tone. "And why does it matter if something is? You're after Jungkook anyway."
"Well, I can't exactly make a move on him if you're in the way 24/7. It's as if you want to steal my people, and I don't appreciate it." Eunji breathes, rubbing her temple in a distressed manner. "You can't let me have one thing. It's always about you, and I'm sick of it."
"Eunji, I'm s-"
"I'm not finished," Eunji interrupts, glaring at you with her misty eyes. "All Jungkook does is speak about you. All Taehyung does is linger around you, and it's not fair because they're my people, Y/N. You only know them because of me. Please just give me space."
Your throat restricts, and a blanket of cold air wraps around you. Did Eunji really feel this way? Were you really an intrusion? How did you not notice?
"I need some time alone," Eunji exhales, grabbing an apple from your fruit basket and walking towards her room.
You nod despite knowing she's missed it, and tears prickle the corner of your eyes. As your intense sorrow settles into your heart, you feel a dull headache form. Your heart cries, "help me," but all you can do is tell it to quieten down. 
An unbearable pain makes itself at home within your soul because of the lack of genuine love around you. The need to throw up lodges in your throat as if vomiting will make the anxiety disappear.
You decide to head to your bedroom and lose yourself in the comfort of your duvet, much like a dream. Settling into your bed, you hold onto your childhood teddy, and the tears begin to spill in an unbroken stream. Your sadness sits in your eyes, all amped with no escape.
You feel empty. Lost. Hurt.
But of course, you're empty; you've no safe harbour. No one can act as your fuel and fill up? There's no kindred soul around you who makes you feel whole.
And that's what tears you the most. Despite being surrounded by a dozen familiar faces, you've never felt more alone.
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The next few days passed by slowly, and Saturday had now arrived. Every time you attempted to get out of bed, your legs, mind, and heart kept asking you to rest, to continue finding solace in the warmth of your cosy duvet, to simply enjoy nothing more but the little sunshine that slipped into your room through your sheer curtains. 
Your brain felt as if it'd been on a treadmill, and it wanted so much to press stop, but your thoughts readily say, "no." Your body yearned to feel another body, to cuddle, to feel safe, to feel the warmth of a lover. But that's something completely out of your control. 
Everything about you, from the fatigue to the muscular aches to the emotional pull toward lethargy, is overwhelming - and you know you're around people that have no empathy for such matters. For you, at least. 
All that appears to count is how much you do for others than the actual feat achieved. Your body, brain, and tired soul can testify that you've worked at full tilt for so very, very long. The truth is, in this state, you can't afford to care about all the things you have been caring so very deeply about. You didn't bother ringing into work. You didn't bother attending lectures. Checking your phone was a big no too. The world around you continued at its usual pace. No one and nothing stopped for you.
Eunji didn't check in with you, and you don’t expect the rest of your friends to have done so either. You can imagine the lies Eunji will have mustered. "She's gone home for a few days," "She's unwell,"… or perhaps, "She's mad at me and won't leave her room." There were too many choices for you to choose from, but that didn't matter because the days had passed by, and Saturday had arrived, which meant one thing and one thing only… reset day.
Whenever you found yourself stuck in a cycle of sadness, you would allocate Saturday as your reset day. A day to gently pull your energy out of hiding and try to get back into the hang of things. Your day would start with a deep clean of your room, followed by a steamy shower and pamper session. You'd change into your most comfortable attire and make your most desired meal. You'd spend the day watching your all-time favourite movies whilst picking up an old hobby.
And the above is precisely what you plan to do today. You reach for your phone and unlock it. Much to your surprise, you see a handful of texts from Sangmi, Namjoon, Jungkook and Taehyung. 
Taehyung.
You don't bother opening any of your messages yet, but mentally feel slightly better seeing that people can care for you. Tucking your phone under your pillow, you get out of bed after what feels like an eternity and take a seat at your desk. You glance around for a loose sheet of paper and a pen, wanting to write down your plans for the day.
As you begin to scribble your thoughts, the door of your bedroom opens.
Eunji.
"Hey," she mutters softly, inviting herself in and sitting on your unmade bed. "How are you?"
"Fine," you breathe, keeping your response short. The first word to leave your mouth in days is a complete lie because you're not okay. You're not fine, and you don't know when you will be.
"I know we're due a long conversation, but I wanted to remind you of today's charity gala. I need you there, Y/N. I can't face my dad alone." You hear a slight begging tone in Eunji's tone, and you can't help but sympathise with her. 
She needs you.
"You'll be there, right?" Eunji persists, "for me?"
You tentatively nod, and upon seeing that Eunji leaves the room, somewhat satisfied. Sighing, you put away your list and begin to allocate the makeup you'll be using for the evening. 
Gathering your shower essentials, you decide to pamper yourself first. You lather yourself with a warm, vanilla shower gel and gently massage it into your skin, the tension gradually leaving you. The razor near your sink reminds you to shave, and you do so, wanting your skin to be silky smooth.
You spend the next half hour dolling up, settling for a soft and glowy makeup look. A nude lip and delicate peachy eyelids with tiny specks of glitter in the corner of your eyes. You go heavy on the blush and highlighter, wanting your cheeks to stand out. Makeup wasn't exactly your fortet, but the thought of accomplishing such a beautiful look by yourself, without the help of Eunji, provoked a half-smile from you. 
You open your wardrobe and search for the perfect outfit. Occasion dresses weren't something you invested in. Still, Eunji always made sure you had a few of her spares in case of emergency events like this, you suppose. Your glittery eyes locate a deep red silk gown, and you pull it out, appreciating its beautiful yet simple tailoring. 
You shimmy yourself into the dress and admire the pleasingly low yet fitted neckline encrusted in fine gemstones. The dress compliments your skin tone and sits upon you like soft petals, its hue the many pinks of a rose garden. A deep slit comes up to your thighs, and you can't help but revel over the notion of Taehyung seeing you like this.
Instead, you push back the thought and pick out some gold jewellery, adorning yourself in it. Not too much, not too little. A statement necklace Jin gifted you on your last birthday and a few rings you've collected over the years. 
You quickly style your hair, letting it flow and you put on your most comfortable pair of heels that match your dress. A quick glance in your floor-length mirror brings another half-smile to your face. You applaud yourself for mustering the strength to get ready today. It really was the little things, and you were beginning to appreciate that. 
Your eyes fall on your phone that sits at your desk, the urge to take a few pictures of yourself growing. Taehyung's words from your picnic date ring inside your head, and instead, you opt for gloating over your beauty, something you hope to do more often. 
"Where is she?" Jungkook's voice loudens, pulling you out of your little trance. "I miss her."
You fall timid at his words and decide to head out. Pulling yourself together one last time, you tell yourself to stay vital for the evening. A quick pep talk usually calms your emotions, but a voice in your head tells you to be wary tonight. Ignoring it and the bubbly feeling in your stomach, you leave your bedroom and walk towards the central area.
"Well, hello, stranger!" Taehyung's baritone voice rings in your ear, and you look up from the ground to meet his intense yet warm, brown pebbled eyes. "Nice to see you!"
"You too," you respond, smiling at Taehyung with your eyes.
"How was your stay with your parents? Didn't think you'd go there of all places?" Jungkook chuckles, walking towards you as he openly looks you up and down.
So that's the lie Eunji went with. 
You turn your head to look at her, but she quickly avoids your gaze instead of glancing out the living room window. 
"By the way, you look hot," Jungkook adds, and you giggle at his blunt compliment. 
Before you can reply, Taehyung clears his throat, and you stare at him with furrowed brows, in return getting a shrug of his shoulders.
"Thanks, Kook. As do you-"
"We should get going. We'll be late." Taehyung's voice pierces through the air, and you see him glare at Jungkook with strict eyes. "You look great, Peach. I do as well, right?"
You laugh and nod in awe of Taehyung's evident need to be praised. He's most certainly correct, though. Taehyung does look great. Better than great, in fact. He looks stunning. Ravishing. Heavenly. All the possible synonyms of handsome. And you hate him for that. 
A sharp, black suit lies over his flawlessly golden skin, hugging him in all the right places. His hair is styled to frame his forehead, but a few strands purposely fall out, making you daringly swoon over him. Taehyung unintentionally flaunts power tonight, and it only makes your feelings grow. What doesn't help is how modest he is with his looks. You're sure that's what provokes you to fall for him more. 
An intensity echoes from the colour of his eyes as they bore into yours, making you want to feel how his lips move in a kiss again. Feel how his hands would follow the curve of your body. He offers you a nonchalant gaze and a weak smile before speaking. 
"The colour really suits you, peach." Taehyung acknowledges. Had he been staring at you this whole time too?
"I app-"
"It's an old dress of mine, I think!" Eunji interrupts, wearing a fake smile on her face. "I'm happy to see you finally put it to use, Y/N."
You tense at Eunji's comment, bitterness oozing out of each word. "I didn't have anything of my own, so I wore this."
Jungkook shifts to stand closer to you, wrapping an arm around your bare shoulders. "I don't think anyone can wear it better than Y/N. Whatcha say, hyung?"
"I say we should go." Taehyung grumbles, jaw tensing as he observes the proximity between you and Jungkook. You brush it off as Taehyung not wanting to be late. There's no way he'd be bothered by your friendship with Jungkook… he couldn't be, right? He simply wouldn’t want to be late for something his own father is hosting.
The four of you silently proceed towards the front door. Eunji takes one last glance at your apartment before joining the rest of you. Jungkook walks ahead, pressing the button for the lift. Eunji quickens her pace and joins him, leaving you and Taehyung to trail behind.
"You really do look good, Peach. The colour compliments you well." Taehyung praises, and you can't help but feel bashful because of his words.
"Thank you." You hushedly whisper, holding back your smile. 
"And I'll be sure to stay close to you tonight. No one will say a word." Taehyung assures you by reaching for your hand and squeezing it. "Your Kim Tae is here."
You join Eunji and Jungkook in the lift, hand still in Taehyung's, even as you leave the apartment complex. Eunji's eyes fall towards you both once you reach the car, and you cower behind the said man, feeling intimidated by her. Taehyung swiftly steps before you, protecting you in his mind from the harsh winds. 
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The four of you walk towards the mansion, Jungkook and Eunji a few steps ahead of you. The car journey was tranquil, but Taehyung thankfully played some music, allowing the silence to be punctured.
You notice Taehyung tense as he analyses his surroundings. He hadn’t been here in years. The mansion was all concrete and tall glass windows that gave a view of the mountains from the inside, a chance to relax and take in the changing of the seasons from the comfort of an easy chair. It looked the exact same as when you last saw it.
This place is what Taehyung called home at one point. Yet he hated it with every fibre of his being. And you don't blame him. Despite the warm and welcoming interior, there was an evident lack of domesticity and all that constitutes an ideal home. 
"You okay?" You question as Taehyung halts his movements. Placing a hand on his shoulder, you give him a comforting squeeze. "We can wait out for a bit?"
"No, no!" Taehyung instantly responds, licking his lips and cracking his fingers - something he also often does when nervous. "Let's go."
You follow him inside, greeting anyone who comes your way with a quick nod. You know more than well that these people don't recognise you, but that's never stopped you from being polite. Being here brought you a lot of anxiety too, but that was something you were willing to push away for Taehyung. 
"There they are!" You hear Jin exclaim, beckoning you and Taehyung to him and Minji. "Where were you two?" He asks as he places his hand on his wife's waist, pulling her closer. You melt at sight, a bright smile now warming your face.
"Taehyung started taking pictures of the plants." You joke, hoping to lighten Taehyung's mood. "He said they're for Joonie!"
Jin and Minji break out into laughter, shaking their heads at your usual antics. 
"Guys! They have so many snacks here!" Jungkook shouts, joining the four of you as he takes another bite of his cupcake. "Wait, where's my plate? I picked up literally everything."
"I've got it," Eunji monotonously states behind him, holding a plate that contains a variety of snacks. "Finish that first."
"Okay, Eomma." Jungkook jokes, winking at her and receiving one of her infamous eye rolls in return. 
You smile at their interaction, laughing at your heart that suddenly yearns to play cupid for the two. 
Eunji and Jungkook? They could work, right?
You quickly shake your head at the thought, knowing that Jungkook deserves someone aeons better. Was it wrong to think that?
"Wait, Jin Hyung?" Jungkook's brows furrow, "how come you're here?"
Everyone laughs at his innocent question before Jin smoothly replies. "My father's co-hosting with Mr. Kim as well, Jungkook-ah. It's something our dads do together." Jin nods his head to Eunji and Taehyung, who quietly stand next to each other. 
It's evident to any eye that the pair of them would rather be anywhere but here, and the memory of Eunji and Taehyung sneaking out to visit you comes to mind. 
"Glad to see you actually made it, son." A deep voice echoes behind you, and you tense as you recognise who it belongs to. Mr. Kim. "But here I am coming to greet you. Should be the other way around, hmm?"
You shuffle and hide behind Jin, knowing Taehyung's father has never been a fan of you.
"Nice to see you too, appa." Taehyung dryly responds, wearing a tight smile but avoiding his father's gaze. "We just got here."
"Mhm," Mr. Kim begins, and you hear him whistle. Taehyung hated the sound, and you can imagine him internally cussing right now. "Well, be sure to meet your mother before you leave. And try to keep away from the important faces you recognise. I don't want you embarrassing me any further."
Mr. Kim's words make you tense, and you know they hurt Taehyung even more, despite him never admitting they do. 
Once Taehyung had decided to pursue Art instead of working in the family business, pretty much all of his family members disregarded him. Everyone, except his elder sister. You hadn’t seen her in years. 
"Y/N, try hiding in a better place next time."
Your eyes widen as you look up, Mr. Kim standing before you, wearing his usual, contemptuous face. Mumbling a quick "sorry," you rush to stand next to Jungkook, who looks dumbfounded at what's going on. You also notice Eunji staring down at her shoes, playing with her rings, probably hoping that her father doesn't appear next. 
"Eunji dear, you look as beautiful as always." Mr. Kim smiles, a sight that's rare to see. He strokes the back of her head affectionately, walking away to the middle of the crowd and entertaining the people his own age. 
"I'm taking Minji to meet her friends. You guys behave." Jin breaks the silence, ushering his wife towards where her friends presumably stand. 
Taehyung takes a step closer to you, his hand slightly shaking. Without any thought, you take hold of it in yours, hoping it'll calm him down. Something you always did whenever you could make it to his father's parties. Nights like this terrorised Taehyung, keeping him awake before and after the event. But, he'd always seek comfort within you, which you took pride in. 
"You're good now, Kim Tae. It's just us." You whisper, tone low, so Eunji and Jungkook don't catch what you're saying. He timidly nods, slipping his hand out of yours instead of pulling out his phone. The action doesn't bother you, knowing that he's simply trying to keep his mind occupied to prevent any sudden outburst. Taehyung stays quiet as the world around him continues to move ahead. Eunji and Jungkook are engrossed in their own conversation, Jungkook teasing her about Mr. Kim's comment. You continue to sneak glances at Taehyung, worried about what must be on his mind. 
"Eunji!" His voice withdraws you from your daze, confusing you simultaneously. There was a sudden change in his mood, but it doesn't surprise you. Taehyung was always quick to hide his emotions. But why did he want Eunji? Did he want to sneak away with her?
"What?" She replies, handing Jungkook's snack plate to him. 
"Come with me," Taehyung holds his hand out, smiling at the woman before him. "I wanna talk."
Eunji immediately obliges, and you're sure it's because she knows she'll be able to leave the hall and escape her father approaching. 
Your heartbeat quickens as the two briskly walk away, Taehyung's hand sheepishly resting on Eunji's waist. You notice the sudden pause in everyone's natural expressions as they admire the two who walk through the hall. 
The sight makes you feel warm and slightly disgruntled. You question your feelings and reprimand yourself for falling so deep. Taehyung and Eunji would be a power couple, everyone practically rooting for them, so what exactly were you doing?
"It's just you and me, huh? I knew this would happen." Jungkook chuckles, shifting to stand before you. "Better you than anyone else, though!"
You weakly smile, nodding in agreement. "He's gone to confess,” You splurt.
Jungkook coughs, whipping his head to make eye contact with you, searching to see whether you're being serious. "The fuck?"
"What's so shocking about that?" You laugh, confused at Jungkook's reaction.
"I… I wasn't expecting him to confess so early." Jungkook picks at the peach fuzz on his face, looking around to see where Eunji and Taehyung have gone. "How do you feel about this?"
"How do I feel?" You awkwardly chuckle. "I don't care? Why would I care? It doesn't concern me. I’m Y/N."
"You're rambling," Jungkoon notes, calling you out immediately. "You don't have to tell me right now, Y/N. But if something is on your mind, I'm here."
"You know, I was always jealous of Taehyung and Eunji when they were younger, but now I realise how shit these events are." You deflect, smiling widely at him with the hopes of distracting Jungkook from whatever was brewing in his mind. "Everyone seems so fake and draining. I don't blame them for wanting to leave."
Jungkook knows what you're attempting to do and lets it slide, not wanting to pester you when you're already so worked up. "Yeah, I've always hated these types of gatherings." 
"You've been before?" You enquire. Why would Jungkook be at these places?
"Events that are similar to this, yep! My dad would host some occasionally." He informs you casually.
"Your dad? What does he do for a living?" Asking all these questions made you realise how you don't know much about Jungkook. He was an enigma indeed. Always seeking information about others but never letting on much about himself.
"Jeon Jewellers."
Jeon… Jeon Jewellers?
"You're… You're kidding, right?" You gasp, eyes widening as you take in the name that he just uttered.
Jungkook laughs, ruffling his hair. "Yeah, that's me!"
"Fucking hell, Kook! You're like up there rich!" You ramble, shocked at why you didn't know this about him. "You can be my favourite trust fund baby."
"Up there rich? Interesting vocabulary choice, Y/N." Jungkook teases you, aweing at how stunned you were. "And trust fund baby? Really?"
"Yup!" You chime. He definitely is your favourite. "There's so much more I need to learn about you yet," you admit, sulking at him, hoping he'd share more of himself with you. 
You weren't entirely used to being the person who shares. You were the listener. The observer. But Jungkook came and changed that. In a week, the man had made you spill parts of yourself that you only shared with yourself. You craved to have something on him in return. Your mind itched to know more about Jungkook, not accustomed to being so exposed.
"You'll learn." Jungkook orates, looking around and analysing the people he was surrounded by. "What do your parents do? If you don't mind me asking, that is."
"Ah," you mumble, goosebumps forming at the simple question. Your family was nothing in comparison to your friends. Eunji's father was the CEO of 'Choi Empire' - a multi-billion-dollar paints and decorating company. Taehyung's father was the CEO of 'Kim Enterprise' - a Technology software manufacturer for comics and webtoons. And Jungkook, of course… the son of a CEO as well.
"My dad used to be a driver for Eunji's family. And my mom used to do housekeeping." You tentatively say, not wanting to be judged. "They don't work now though. Everyone relies on my income."
"Ooh! Is that how you guys met?" Jungkook replies in his usual tone, smiling at you brightly, urging you to continue.
"Mhm." You pause, becoming uncomfortable again. It always scares you to see your comfort levels disperse so quickly. "But our friendship blossomed more at school."
"Oh, okay." Jungkook keeps his response simple, and you respect that wholly. 
The silence was what you needed right now, and you're sure Jungkook figured that one out. You rest your human form, instead focusing on the blue colours of your soul.
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The autumn breeze gently lulls, carrying the aroma of the landscape within its hues. Taehyung takes in his surroundings, the rooftop bringing back memories he thought he had successfully locked away in his youth.
"Why are we here? It's cold!" Eunji exclaims, shivering as she nears Taehyung, hoping to seek some form of warmth. The two stand on the balcony, inhaling the crisp wind.
"I wanted to talk to you about something," Taehyung hoarsely whispers, anxiety lilting his tone. "In private."
Eunji audibly sighs, and Taehyung swears he can feel the woman roll her eyes. "Speak."
"I need to get some shit off my mind,” Taehyung begins. “Though, I don't really know how to word-"
"No. It's a no." Eunji brusquely states, playing with her nails.
"You don't even know what I'm going to say?" Taehyung scoffs, standing straight and gazing at Eunji with a perplexed expression.
"I do though. You're going to pathetically tell me you're in love with me, and I'm telling you it's a no." 
Taehyung's face falls in disappointment, taken back by her coldness. His thoughts immediately rush to you. Is this what you deal with on a daily occurrence? Why were you even on his mind right now?
"Eunji? There's a fucking way of spe-"
"I don't care, Taehyung." She retorts. "I hate shit like this. Relationships are a no. And with you? That's never been something I’d fucking consider."
Fuck, how long had she been holding this in for?
"So what were all those messages for? Am I some game?"
"Taehyung?" Eunji laughs, infuriating her friend further. "That's just my personality? It would not be on me if you took it to heart."
“We kissed?” Taehyung’s eyes redden. “You kissed me.”
“Yeah, like fucking ages ago.” Eunji rolls her eyes, sighing. “Not everything holds significance.”
"You're unbelievable," Taehyung whispers, hot tears threatening to spill. Was this his best friend? Indeed she must be putting an act on? This wasn't the Eunji he knew…
"So I've been told. Taehyung. I'm attracted to Jungkook, and we're leaving this conversation at that." Eunji struts off, leaving Taehyung to embrace the autumnal wind himself.
Cry, Taehyung tells himself. Cry.
Why isn't he upset? Where's the ache that he expected to be in his heart? Instead, Taehyung lets out a huge breath, relief washing over him. His thoughts circulate back to you again, a sudden urge to hold your hand, so he knows everything will be okay.
"I'm guessing that didn't work out, son." A taunt echoes around the balcony, followed by a dry chuckle. "Failed once again, didn't you?"
"I don't need your snarky comments right now," Taehyung retaliates. "Leave me alone."
"You know, son, you've only ever made me proud once," Mr. Kim begins, settling a hand on Taehyung's shoulder that he swiftly brushes away. "And that was when I found out that you like Eunji. The two of you would be great together. Just imagine how well it'd do for the family."
The selfish motives were becoming apparent again, something Taehyung had seen from the prime days of his youth. Everything he did was for his family, nothing for himself. 
"I don't care-"
"It's funny, you know? I always thought you'd fall for that driver's daughter," he smirks. "What's her name again?"
"Y/N, and leave her out of this." Taehyung strictly voices, not wanting to hear anything against you. He was no stranger to the toxicity embedded within his family. The urge to protect you from that grew every time you were close to his family members.
Mr. Kim chortles at his son, patting his back and walking away. "If you really want to be left alone, then I advise you not to hide in places that are so obvious, Taehyung. Smarten up."
Taehyung rolls his eyes, body tensing in anger. His father's presence, or any family member, drained Taehyung to the core. He was thankful for the time he spent away from them; parts of him wanted to return to where he escaped. 
All Taehyung feels is anger. All he feels is that he doesn't want to be friends with anyone. He wants to hide away, his only company being his own thoughts and emotions. Because then he doesn't have to trust anyone, it'll be safer, easier to navigate through life. 
With fists clenched and teeth locked up, Taehyung walks away for a while, heading toward his untouched bedroom, hoping to figure his emotions out. He hated his bedroom with a passion, but he would rather tackle his feelings alone. 
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"You said you wouldn't leave me alone all night, and look at you! You failed." Your voice startles Taehyung as he jerks his head up in your direction. You're ready to make another snarky comment, but Taehyung's bloodshot eyes and tear-stained face gawk back at you.
"Y/N ple-"
"I'm so sorry, Kim Tae!" You step into his room, closing the door behind you and making a beeline for his bed. Standing at its corner, you pout at him, visibly itching to reach and cradle him like you used to. "Are you okay? What's wrong? Do you need something? What happened?"
Taehyung rubs his eyes and fervently shakes his head at your series of questions. He didn't return to the main hall with Eunji, and you knew immediately that something must've gone down. 
Eunji stayed away from you, too, instead speaking to Jin and Minji. Eunji only avoids you when she knows you'll pester her for an answer. You waited for a few minutes, hoping Taehyung would return, and when he didn't, you excused yourself from Jungkook, searching for your best friend.
"I'm fine, peach. You really don't need to be here." Taehyung hints for you to leave, just as he always does when something bothers him. 
You don't budge, simply peering at him with emotionless eyes. Walking around Taehyung's mansion was a stressful experience for you. You were not going to leave him alone without answers.
He studies your facial expression and rolls his eyes, patting the empty spot beside him, knowing you won't be leaving. "You never listen to me."
"Correct!" You croon and proceed towards his bed, removing your heels and joining him inside his duvet. Your dress slips, revealing more of your thigh than expected, and you notice Taehyung's smirk. "Oi!"
"Naughty, Y/N." Taehyung jokes, and you playfully shove him, whining at him. The two of you laugh in sync, leaning towards each other. 
You abruptly pull yourself together as you remember the state you found Taehyung in. "Stop trying to distract me, Tae. What's wrong?"
A silence falls around you again, and the only sound you hear that matters to you is Taehyung's mellow breathing. He shuffles down, confusing you until he nestles his head into your lap. Your hands instinctively reach for his hair, threading your warm fingers through the strands. 
"Hey, talk to me." You say in a hushed tone, not wanting to overwhelm him. "What's bothering you?"
You feel your bare thigh becoming soaked, so you peer down at the man, only to see tears falling from his eyes. You continue playing with his hair, hoping to soothe him even in the slightest.
"I'm exhausted," Taehyung rasps, making himself more comfortable in your lap at the same time. "And I don't know why? Being around these people is exhausting, peach. Eunji rejected me too, but for some reason now, when I think of it, a sense of relief washes over me?"
You hum in response, hoping the subtle sound urges him to continue. 
"But, fuck… coming back home has been so draining already. Every relationship feels like work. I'm constantly fighting for Eunji's attention, my family anger me, I need to help Jungkook settle in, I need to make new friends, I… I've failed you from the first day I landed, Y/N."
"You didn'-"
"But I did. You know I did. And fuck, I'm really sorry for everything."
The sight of Taehyung being solemn upset you significantly, but knowing that he trusts you enough to be vulnerable around you made you feel better about yourself and your relationship with him. Maybe he did appreciate and love you… just not in the way you want, but that's valid too. Valid because he still cares.
"Kim Tae, look at me." You help him sit up, cradling his bicep to shift him to come face-to-face with you. "Everything will be okay, hmm? I promise."
The two of you stare into each other's eyes, Taehyung's emotions telling you that he yearns to be comforted. His eyes are so different in moments like these, softer than you've ever known his eyes could be. The professional, intimidating man is gone, and instead, it is the eyes of one who loves deeply. One who is vulnerable and aches to be protected. You would drop your gaze if it were anyone else, but you're drawn closer with Taehyung, always wanting more.
Your heart tells you to move forward and crush your lips against his, but your rational mind stops you from doing anything.
Then he says the words you never thought you'd hear, "We're okay, you and me, right?" You plainly nod, taking in every moment, knowing it is the medication you need to survive the next few days. There isn't another like him or you; you are two souls who, in your mind, feel like once upon another reality you were soulmates, eternal flames perhaps.
The eye contact doesn't break; if anything, the two of you move closer. You catch Taehyung staring at your lips whilst licking his own, making it more difficult to resist the urge to kiss him. 
Taehyung breathes in, his hand coming to rest above yours. "Thank you for being here, peach. I could never do life without you."
Fuck it. 
Leaning forward, you cup Taehyung's cheek in your hand, kissing him with a newfound intensity. Taehyung reciprocates immediately, as though the same ideas were lodged in his brain. Your lips mould, fitting against one another with stunning excellence. The strength of his arms wraps around you, lifting you, so you straddle him.
His hands run up and down your bare thighs, goosebumps forming. Your fingers tangle into his hair, and the pressure of his lips against yours grows with every second. You've only kissed once before this, but it feels like you have memorised one another.
Tongues clashing, breaths mingling, hands everywhere… the familiarity makes you gush. 
You place your hand on the back of his neck, pulling him towards you, kissing him. Once. Twice. Thrice. And each time, Taehyung kisses you back with a more potent, more zealous force. 
He pauses for a moment, and your eyes flutter open. That's it, you think. Taehyung will push you away, and this moment will escape… again. 
But, no.
Taehyung smiles, and you smile back. He leans in to kiss you again, sweet and feather-soft. You grin against his lips, telling yourself that this is exactly what a Disney kiss must feel like.
The two of you continue to pleasantly makeout, Taehyung's hands resting on your hips and lightly rocking you against his hard-on. You moan at the foreign feeling, pulling away and throwing your head back.
A string of curses leave Taehyung's mouth at the lewd sight before him, and you smirk upon hearing his raspy voice. Your hands rest on his shoulders, and his settle around your waist.
"We shouldn't be doing this," you whisper, shuffling forward to close the distance between you.
"I know," Taehyung replies, nose running up your neck before he presses a tender but scorching kiss to your jawline. "But I want to."
"Me too," you admit, biting your lip as Taehyung continues to softly kiss up to your jawline. His fingers caress your bareback, and your skin tingles in a static frenzy. Taehyung's head moves to your left ear, whispering a quick, "Are we good?"
You nod, and with that, Taehyung gently pushes you back so he can hover above you. Suddenly, your body is off pause-mode, and you pull him back for a kiss that's both soft and fierce. You both move against one another, repeating whatever friction feels good twice. 
Taehyung's right-hand drops to your thigh, pulling up your dress to reveal more of your smooth skin. His touch has short-circuited your mind in the best possible way; you can't move even if you wanted to. He pulls back, eyes searching yours, and you smile. Taehyung's mouth stretches wider than it should, and you see him fighting between staring at you and kissing you. The two of you have only kissed once before, and you already know that if this continues, it'll only keep on getting better.
You completely ignore the voice that tells you to push Taehyung away, and you're sure he's doing the same. Above you, the handsome man leans forward, nestling his face into your warm neck.
Taehyung kisses against your throat, starting a fire within you that no one else can ever ignite. You whimper at the sensation, your neck being a sensitive place. "You make the prettiest sounds, peach." Taehyung groans, nipping at a particular spot that makes you fist a hand into the sheets below you. The other rests against Taehyung's waist, and you notice he's still wearing his blazer.
"Take this off," you dauntlessly voice, hating how covered up he is. A voice tells you again to stop, but the safety that Taehyung radiates right now prevents you from acting logically.
Taehyung pulls himself back, leaning up to remove his blazer and unbutton the first few buttons of his dress shirt. He also undoes his cuffs, rolling his sleeves up, and you can't help but swoon over his bulky and veiny arms. You see his sculptured clavicles, sun-kissed chest, and the few gold chains he usually wears hanging from his neck. It's impossible to name a sight more beautiful right now. 
You put your hands out, beckoning him towards you, and your own actions shock your system a little. What were you doing? And why?
Taehyung gives in and hovers above you again, leaning down and pressing a ginger kiss against your cheek. His chains hang from his neck, metal hitting against your nose. You smile. Not many words are exchanged, but your actions speak volumes. His hand trails down your body in a slow motion, carefully watching your reaction.
Eyes glossy, brows scrunched, lips red and swollen from the amount you've been biting them… and well… kissing Taehyung. His hand stops at the top of your slit, delicately touching your exposed skin. You feel him hesitate, but your eyes tell him that it's okay to proceed.
This is wrong.
Stop him, Y/N.
Stop yourself.
You ignore every internal comment, holding your breath as you feel Taehyung slide his hand between your legs, cupping your clothed pussy. A gasp escapes your lips, but Taehyung is quick to join his lips with yours again. He pulls back and nuzzles against you as his thumb moves to rub at your clit whilst he grinds himself against you at the same time.
Taehyung works his fingers against the slick material, watching you lose yourself to your own pleasure. He finds the sight to be addicting… art-like. He notices you squeeze your eyes shut as you clamp your thighs shut, trapping his veiny hand between them.
He wants to feel your tightness, your heat. He wants to see you swallow his fingers, but he doesn't push you. Instead, he leans forward, kissing you for the umpteenth time.
Your tongues flutter against each other, and you run your hand deeply through the softness of his hair, tugging every now and then when Taehyung presses his thumb against your throbbing clit with more force. Your wetness continues to grow, and you're sure that you've soaked your underwear completely. 
"So wet for me," Taehyung confirms, and you grow timid at his comment. He moves his head to nibble at your ear, your chin, touching your face with his spare hand and gazing into your eyes lovingly. 
He sighs onto your lips, warm breath fanning your face as he leans his forehead against yours. Taehyung's hand doesn't stop fondling your clothed pussy. Instead, he quickens the pace of his fingers.
Your one hand now rests on his shoulder whilst the other slowly strokes Taehyung's back, from the nape of his neck to the base of his spine. "Y-your hand feels so good, Tae." You moan right into his ear, urging him on. Your hand locks onto his shoulder, and you breathe against his face, shutting your eyes as you feel euphoric sensations take over every nerve and vein in your body.
"Is that so, baby?" Taehyung slips out, not considering what he just addressed you as. "You look so pretty like this." He coos, his free hand coming to delicately move the sweaty strands of hair out your face.
You moan at the pet name, his rich voice melting you completely. "I love... I love this." You feel yourself go limp in Taehyung's arms, knees buckling and vision becoming blurry. Your toes curl into the mattress as this dewy feeling settles in your stomach. 
Raising your hips, your silk-covered nipples brush against the fabric of Taehyung's shirt, the friction making them ache a little more. You focus on the feeling of his fingers against your sex, the neediest sounds drawing out from you. 
Taehyung's hand teases your waistband, itching to slip in, and you feel him rub at your smooth pussy. The new sensation brings you back to reality, and you're quick to push him off of you, panting as you sit up in confusion. 
"I'm so sorry, Tae-"
"What the fuck?" Taehyung spits, getting off the bed and pacing up and down. "What the fuck?!"
"Taehyung, I-"
"Y/N, please." Taehyung lifts his hand your way, hinting for you to stop talking. He rubs his hand against his forehead, jaw tensing by the second. "Why would you kiss me?"
"What?!" You scoff, shifting to sit on your knees. "Don't blame this on me, Taehyung."
"You kissed me first!" He shouts, a distressed look on his face. "You started this!"
"And you reciprocated! It was your hands all over me!" You grow angrier, irritated at his accusations. 
The abrupt change of events makes your heartbeat grow faster, tears pricking the corner of your eyes, but your body still craves Taehyung to continue his ministrations. 
"This was a mistake, Y/N. We… this shouldn't have been done." Taehyung retorts, looking your way with a worrisome look. He notices your lips quiver and features soften. His hands tingle to cradle you, but he stands his ground. "I was upset, and I wasn't thinking properly. This isn't what I wanted."
You see an ounce of regret in his eyes, and you know he doesn't necessarily mean it. The way he touched you, the way he kissed you… there had to be something behind that.
"I'm really sorry, Taehyung. Fuck, I'm so sorry." You apologise profusely, feeling slightly guilty. Did Taehyung think you used his sadness to your advantage? 
"No, no! I'm sorry… I should've known better." Taehyung steps forward, now standing before you. "We really need to control ourselves."
Control ourselves.
A dull ache nestles in your heart, your thoughts telling you that Taehyung is disgusted with you right now. 
"Damn right we do," you awkwardly snigger, noticing Taehyung's dishevelled state. "But it's your fault!"
You can't resist blaming him when you're well aware that both of you should've behaved maturely.
"Y/N… Don't fucking start this again." Taehyung grits stunned at the shift in his attitude. 
"What? And…" You begin, contemplating your following words. "Stop looking at me like I've disgusted you…."
"Come again? You were the one who pushed me away!" Taehyung argues. "Stop underestimating me."
"You're fucking annoying!" You huff, pouting in anger.
"Glad we're on the same page." Taehyung tightly smiles, glaring at you with passionless eyes. 
What was going on? You felt like a five-year-old, but this senseless argument distracted you from craving Taehyung more.
"That's really ru-"
A light knock on Taehyung's bedroom door stops your argument, and you both glance at it in shock. Has someone heard the two of you?
"Taehyung? Are you here?" Your eyes widen as you hear Eunji's high-pitched voice from the other side of the door.
She abruptly walks in, and her brows immediately furrow as she takes in the scene before her.
The strap of your dress hanging off your shoulder, Taehyung's buttons undone, and both of your hair disarranged.
What impeccable timing.
"Eunji, I-"
"Did you really just fuck him?" Eunji scoffs, eyes full of anger and deceit. She jumps straight to her own conclusions without even hearing you out.
"Fuck him? What?" Please tell me you're joking!" You reply, getting off the bed and moving closer to Eunji.
She thankfully closes the door behind her and shifts towards the centre of Taehyung's bedroom.
"It's a serious question. Answer it!" She argues, looking around the bedroom to see if she can spot anything that supports her claims.
"No!"
"Y/N, I don't believe you! Why would you do this to me?" Eunji huffs, running her hands through her soft locks.
You have no clue why Eunji, of all people, was acting like the victim. She had just rejected Taehyung, and so what you do with him should not be a concern of hers.
"Do what to you?" You chuckle, courage spontaneously thrumming inside you. "So what if I did? Did you reciprocate his feelings?"
"Y/N!" Taehyung interjects, staring at you with 'What the fuck’ eyes.
"She didn't sleep with me! I would never even think of doing something like that." Taehyung vigorously defends himself, shifting further away from you as though he was ashamed to be seen next to you.
Your eyes follow his movements, a dazed look of bewilderment possessing you. 
You continue to straighten the creases in your dress and run a hand through your very messy hair.
Fuck Kim Taehyung.
"Please, as if I'd be one to believe that." Eunji sighs, pacing up and down Taehyung's room in distress.
"I'm literally in love with you. Exactly why would I sleep with her?" Taehyung explains rashly as he oversees Eunji, evidently analysing her subsequent possible response. There was too much going on for you to even consider what thoughts you had brewing in your mind.
"You two have been spending an awful amount of time together. I wouldn't be surpri-" Eunji begins to snap back before she is interrupted by Taehyung.
"And?" Taehyung retorts, stepping closer to Eunji. "What the fuck does that mean? She's nothing! Do you hear me? Nothing!" Taehyung bellows with no care in the world. "For fucks sake, Eunji… why would I give a fuck about her when I want you? She doesn't mean anything to me!"
She's nothing.
She doesn't mean anything to me.
You gasp, and your body begins to feel limp. Your throat tightens, and tears threaten to spill. The walls feel as though they're closing in on you, and you begin to shake.
Did those words really just come out of his mouth? Out of Kim Taehyung's mouth? Your Kim Tae?
Eunji's expressions mirror yours, and her face pales with concern and hurt. Her hand quickly moves to cover her mouth, at a loss of words. Her eyes, however, begin to soften as she notices the tears that stream down your face. She rushes to hold onto you, itching to comfort you immediately.
Your body trembles, but Eunji's cold hand against your warm arm alerts you, and you pull yourself away, distancing yourself from her.
It takes Taehyung a moment to understand the weight of his blunt words, and his stomach drops instantaneously as he turns to look at you with guilt. 
"Y/N I-" he utters quietly whilst moving forward, reaching for your arm, your hand, anything that's you. He fails to take hold of your crying self as you drag yourself to his bedroom door.
Your body aches and numbness flows through your insides, causing you to trip a little. You let out a string of curses, and the tears swiftly follow.
Eunji is quick to trail after you, carelessly belting your name and meaningless apologies, not concerned about the attention her voice is bringing.
"Please, just leave me alone." You cryingly beg, gulping back the rest of your tears before slamming the door shut behind you.
Taehyung jumps at the sound of the damning slam, falling back onto his now unmade bed. Silence descends in the room, and he lets his own tears fall, cursing himself for the seemingly irreparable damage he was directly responsible for.
His fists clench and the only sound he hears is the pounding of his heart.
His emotions turn cold, fearful and anxious…
Kissing you was one thing.
Almost sleeping with you was another.
But piercing your heart with the blade that leaves the deepest scar? The thought itself has left the most bitter taste in his mouth.
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sunshinerainbowsbts · 3 months ago
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Joyride | KTH & JJK
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Pairing: Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook
Genre: smut, strangers to lovers, College!AU
Rating: M (18+)
Warnings: swearing, drinking, smoking pot, kissing, grinding, fingering, oral (f receiving), hand job, masturbation (m), voyeurism, exhibitionism, public sex, sex on a beach (not the drink), unprotected sex (with bc), threesome, finger sucking, dick piercing, Taehyung has an oral fixation, grand theft auto, a bitch gets slapped, that bitch is Jimin
Word Count: 12.8K
Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me
Summary: Senior year spring break sucks, thanks to the annoying spoiled little rich boy who won't stop trying to get your attention. When a scenic drive in his ridiculously expensive sports car goes wrong, you meet two sexy mechanics who decide to teach him a lesson - and show you the real meaning of "joyride."
Destination: Miami, FL
A/N: Written as part of the Spring Break-ing The Rules collab hosted by @btshoneyhive! For some reason, when I read the prompt "breaking the rules," Taehyung and Jungkook immediately jumped to mind as the likely rulebreakers. Who wouldn't want to go for a forbidden joyride with those two?
Unbeta’d as usual. I’d love to know what you think - my inbox is always open! 💕
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The wind whips around you as the bright red sports car speeds down the bridge. The scenery outside your open window steals your breath away–nothing but clear blue skies above and tranquil turquoise waters below. Resting your arm on the molding, feeling the sun’s brilliant rays gently kiss your skin, you wish for the hundredth time that you were somewhere, anywhere other than paradise right now. 
“Hey sweetie?”
Clenching your jaw, you turn away from the stunning view outside the Lamborghini and face the source of your desire to be elsewhere. Sitting in the driver’s seat, one hand lazily resting on the wheel, sunglasses slightly lowered on his nose as he looks at you, Jimin flashes you a sickeningly sweet smile.  
“Can you close your window just a little? It’s starting to mess up my hair.” 
Oh, god forbid one strand of his luscious blonde locks should fall out of place. With a nod, you press the button to roll your window up, suppressing another sigh. 
When this trip ends and you get back to campus, you’re never letting your roommate make another decision for you, ever again.
Two months ago, you’d been standing in the tiny kitchen in your apartment, frowning at the hot plate that was taking way too long to heat up, when Jang-Mi had burst through the door. 
“Roooomieeee!” “In the kitchen!”
She’d bounded into the room, beaming from ear to ear, giggling like mad. You knew immediately the source of her elation. 
“What did Hoseok do today?” 
Hoseok was your roommate’s crush and the president of Beta Tau Sigma, the fraternity with the reputation for the wildest parties and the hottest members. Not to mention the richest - the entire frat seemed to consist of nothing but trust fund babies and the heirs to every mega-successful corporation in the country. Unfortunately, they always acted like they were entitled to whatever they wanted because of their wealth. 
As you loved to tell Jang-Mi, you can’t spell “spoiled brats” without BTS. 
For three years, you’d watched your friend moon over this (admittedly handsome, devilishly charming) man as he fucked his way around campus, before he finally shone his sunshiney smile her way. They’d been flirting up a storm in the last few weeks, and based on how she was practically dancing around the kitchen, you deduced that he must’ve finally made a move. 
“Pack your bags, roomie, we’re going to Miami!”
Once she was finished bouncing around the room, Jang-Mi explained that Beta Tau had reserved several floors of a swanky hotel in Miami for spring break, and one of the rooms was suddenly vacant thanks to a brother whose travel plans had already changed, so Hoseok had offered it to Jang-Mi. 
For free. 
Hoseok was your favorite of Beta Tau’s members, the only one who didn’t try to get by on his money and good looks alone, so if any of them were going to be generous, it’d be him. But still–without knowing the hotel, you could pretty much guarantee it was opulent and overpriced, so giving away a room to your roommate for an entire week was pretty incredible. He must’ve genuinely liked her.
“Are you serious? He’s offering you a spring break trip for free?”
Jang-Mi’s giddy effervescence was only slightly punctured by your incredulous tone. “Well, not the whole trip–we’d still have to find our way to Miami and back, but he’s giving us the room for free! He said the floors were paid for by one of the brothers’ dads, so there’s no need for me to give him any money for it. I’ve already been researching and there are some cheap flights and–you should really be more excited about this! Come on, senior year spring break! For cheeeeap!”
“You know, if you take the room, you’re probably going to have to fuck him,” you tease her. Jang-Mi rolled her eyes. “Oh, grow up, you know it’s not like that. But let’s be real, I’m already planning to, anyway. Come onnnnn, roomie!”
It wasn’t as if you weren’t dying to get away, anyway. Four years of busting your ass to get into medical school were coming to a head, exams and applications and interviews finally about to pay off, and you needed a fucking break. A chance to relax, have some fun. Why not Miami? Sure, when you pictured yourself on spring break, you didn’t imagine it’d be with the Beta Tau brats, but whatever, you could probably sneak away and plant yourself on the beach for a week without seeing any of them. 
You definitely weren’t in any position to turn down a free room, and you certainly weren’t about to let Jang-Mi go alone. 
“Okay. Let’s do it. Let’s go to Miami!”
Like you’d assumed, the hotel you were staying at was extravagant, a towering modern monolith of steel and glass glittering in the blinding Florida sun. The other hotel guests milling about at the entrance looked way posher than broke college students like you and your roommate, and a million miles (maybe a million dollars) away from the crowd at the motel you’d stayed at during last year’s spring break trip to Myrtle Beach. Somehow, you couldn’t picture these people setting up a slip-n-slide on the staircase between floors or drinking jungle juice out of a tub. 
Which was okay with you. All you wanted from this trip was the chance to relax, anyway. 
As you were dragging your suitcase off the airport shuttle, the sound of squealing tires caught your ear. A shiny red sports car zoomed into view, coming to a stop inches from where you and Jang-Mi stood, Lamborghini logo sparkling in the sun. An absolutely stunning blond man climbed out of the driver’s seat, clad in a green and white Gucci bomber jacket, and flipped his keys to the valet. He caught you looking and flashed you a charming smile and a wink. 
“Ooh, well, hello,” Jang-Mi muttered under her breath. “Looks like your ride is here, roomie.” 
You merely laughed as the two of you entered the lobby behind Mr. Gucci. Opulent didn’t even begin to describe the place–ornate chandeliers dripped from the ceiling, lighting the cavernous dark wood and chrome lobby. Fresh flowers decorated every surface, and a wall of windows behind the reception desk gave you a view of the dazzling courtyard, where three large pools laid separated by lounge chairs and palm trees. 
You could already see yourself lying on one of those chairs, all alone, sipping a cocktail from the cabana bar, enjoying the sun in silence.  Jang-Mi and Hoseok could have your room for the week, as far as you were concerned–you could just camp out by the pool 24/7. 
“Jimin!” At the sound of Hoseok’s voice, you and Jang-Mi turned towards the elevators. Hoseok emerged with a wide smile plastered across his handsome face, and strode across the lobby to hug Mr. Gucci. After a few seconds, Hoseok spotted Jang-Mi. “Mi-Mi! You’re here!” 
He quickly embraced your roommate, and you suddenly became interested in your luggage tags as the two of them greeted each other only using their tongues. Once they came up for air, introductions were made. 
“This is Jimin. We grew up together–our dads are business partners. He’s studying at the University of Florida.” Hoseok grins. “Actually, he’s not doing any studying this week. He’s blowing off his classes to join us for our spring break!” The two men then proceeded to perform a complicated handshake ending in both of them miming throwing back shots and slapping asses, making Jang-Mi giggle while you fought the urge to roll your eyes.
Must’ve been nice to be able to take two spring break trips in a year without worrying about classes or other responsibilities. If only you’d been born into a wealthy family, too. 
“Jimin, this is Jang-Mi, the girl I’ve been telling you about.” 
Jimin grabbed your roommate’s hand and pressed his plump lips to it as she giggled again. “Lovely to meet you. Hobi’s been talking my ear off about you.” 
“And this is Jang-Mi’s roommate, YN.” 
It was your turn to feel Jimin’s full attention, and holy hell, did you feel it. He lightly grasped your hand, fingers rubbing your knuckles as he brought your hand to his mouth, kissing it gently with his pillowy pink lips. His touch sent goosebumps rippling down your arms, and you couldn’t deny that he was hot as fuck as his gaze raked over you. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he purred your name. 
“Likewise.” 
“Jimin was just about to show me his new toy,” Hoseok informed you and Jang-Mi. 
“Yeah, got my graduation gift a little early,” Jimin grinned. 
“I can’t believe your dad got you a Huracán EVO Spyder,” Hoseok shook his head. “Sick.” 
“He bought you a spider?” Jang-Mi blurted in horror. “Spiders are so creepy!”
Hoseok burst into laughter, pulling Jang-Mi into a hug. “You’re so cute! It’s a car, babe.”
Jimin sniffed imperiously. “Yeah, my dad had her specially made–most come with a double-clutch system but he had them put in a classic manual transmission for me. She’s my second Lambo. First one was okay, but this one–she’s got some wicked power under the hood. Maxes out at 200 mph.” He grinned, leaning towards you. “Are you the kind of girl who likes to go fast? Wanna go for a ride?” 
Just as quickly as your desire for this man had appeared, it suddenly evaporated. Jimin was just another spoiled little rich boy, with cheesy lines to boot. Why did they always seem to go hand-in-hand? Oh, right, they assumed you’d swoon over their money and didn’t expect to have to work for your attention, so why bother to come up with something clever?
Hoseok saved you from having to answer. “I’ll text you when we get back and we can maybe make some dinner plans?” he asked your roommate, who nodded enthusiastically. “Cool. See you ladies later!” 
“Come on, I wanna get checked in so I can start planning my outfit for dinner!” Jang-Mi squealed, and you shook your head at her adorable excitement as you followed her to the reception desk. She was really crazy about Hoseok.
Once in your room, the two of you prepared for your evening. You tried to freshen up enough to look like you weren’t currently experiencing wicked jet lag while Jang-Mi primped as if she were preparing for a runway show, full hair and makeup going once she’d finally settled on a dress to wear. 
She suddenly turned to you with a solemn look, putting her curling iron down. “Roomie, I’m nervous.”
Applying a coat of mascara to your lashes, you blinked in the mirror. “Nervous about what?”
“I mean, I really like Hoseok! More than I thought I did, you know? Like…”
“Like beyond just wanting to jump his bones?” 
She nodded so seriously that you couldn’t help but laugh. “Jang-Mi! That’s wonderful! So what do you have to be nervous about?”
“I’m just afraid I’ll mess it up somehow! Like I’ll get in my head and say something stupid or do something cringe or maybe I’ll accidentally tell him I like him and he won’t feel the same and then I’ll–”
You cut her off before she ran out of breath and collapsed into a pile of gasping anxiousness. “Okay, okay, I get it. I think you’re already psyching yourself out over nothing–the man obviously wants you here, he gave you a free room to come and hang out with him–but I get it.” 
Jang-Mi worriedly twisted the cord of her curler. “Will you make me a promise, roomie?”
“Anything.”
“Can you–can you just hang out with me this week and help keep me calm like you do? So I can be around Hoseok without making an idiot of myself?”
The image of you lying on one of those lounge chairs, soaking up the sun in blissful silence, vanished before your eyes as you smiled at your roommate. “I will stick by your side and give you all the support you need to finally get your man, okay? I promise.”
So that’s just what you did. Whatever Jang-Mi wanted to do, you also did. Sunbathing on the beach? Shopping at luxury boutiques? Visiting the hotel spa? If Jang-Mi went, so did you. And so did Hoseok, of course, which was fine.
But unfortunately, if Hoseok was there, that meant Jimin was, too.
It only took about five minutes of talking to Jimin to realize he was absolutely not your type. Your assumptions about him being the type of man to flaunt his wealth proved to be true as he bragged about his car and mentioned his family’s vacation homes in Rome, Tokyo, and the Hamptons all within the answer to your opening question, “So, what did you do on your other spring break?” 
You tried, you really did. Knowing that Jang-Mi was worried about things going smoothly with Hoseok meant that you had to watch your tongue around Jimin, fearing that upsetting him might upset Hoseok. So you kept trying to engage him in conversation in the hopes of finding something you might have in common. Not that he ever bothered to ask you anything about yourself, always steering the conversation back to himself any time you attempted to jump in with something remotely relevant from your own life. 
He was an absolutely shameless flirt, too. Unfortunately, his personality (or lack thereof) was too much of a turn-off for you, so you continuously avoided his advances, politely rebuffing him as best you could, hoping he’d eventually get tired and pursue any of the BTS groupies who had also flocked to Miami for spring break with the boys. 
But rejection appeared to be a foreign concept to Jimin, and instead of discouraging him, it simply made him try even harder. And he started using his considerable wealth to do it. He paid for all of your meals, bought you drinks at every bar and club that your group visited, even slapped down his black card when you pondered splurging on the best package at the spa. No matter how much you argued with him or attempted to slip your own (debit) card to the staff, Jimin managed to scoop up the bill every time. 
At first you’d felt guilty, but you quickly got over it the more you were subjected to his dull monologues (you can’t call it a conversation if one person does all the talking, can you?). Not to mention the incessant pick-up lines, each one worse than the last. By the time the week was half over, you’d stopped caring and simply accepted him buying everything as your payment for putting up with him. 
And now you’re here, stuck in a ridiculously expensive car zipping down US Highway 1 towards the Florida Keys, with the most noxious man–no, boy–you’ve ever met. Hoseok and Jang-Mi are in the car ahead of you, another fancy Lamborghini that Hoseok rented for the day, since there are no backseats in Jimin’s car. The plan is to go snorkeling, and you’re excited that you’ll get a little break from Jimin for once because he won’t be able to talk your ears off underwater. 
If you guys even make it to the Keys, that is. For all his talk about his beloved Lambo, Jimin’s clearly spent very little time behind the wheel and doesn’t appear to really understand how a clutch works. You, on the other hand, know how to drive stick, and you recognize that the constant grinding sound every time he shifts is most definitely not a good sign. 
He’s either playing it cool or legitimately doesn’t seem to see any reason for worry as he grins, fingers curling around the shifter again. “Traffic is thinning. Let’s open her up a little, shall we?” he asks rhetorically, and as he toggles the knob, stepping down on the clutch, the car lets out an ear-splitting shriek of metal-on-metal and begins to vibrate. “Uh. Fuck. Let me try…” He shifts again, and the squealing sound intensifies. “Fuck!” 
“Is everything okay?” you ask, knowing full well the answer is no. 
“Yeah, sweetie, no worries.” His smile is dazzling but his sunglasses are still lowered enough for you to see the fear in his eyes. He presses a few buttons on his console and Hoseok’s voice suddenly blares through the speakers.
“Jimin? What’s up?” 
“Hey, the Lambo’s kinda making this weird noise.” As if to corroborate his story, the car squeaks again. “I’m going to pull over for a second to try to figure it out.” 
“Do you want us to stop with you?” 
“Nah, keep going and we’ll catch up. I’m sure we’ll be back on the road in a few minutes.” 
But fifteen minutes later, you’re still sitting on the side of the road, sighing heavily as Jimin scrolls agitatedly through his phone. He’d lowered the roof, at least, so you’re getting a nice breeze as you wait impatiently for him to realize that he’s going to need a professional to fix whatever’s wrong with his car.
Finally, he lowers his phone. “Maybe something just got caught in the engine? Let’s head back out and see if we still hear it.” 
He flips the ignition, steps on the gas, then steps on the clutch. Nothing happens. He repeats the steps, to no avail. With an angry curse, he slams the shifter back into park and kills the engine again. 
“I think we’re going to need a tow truck,” you declare, pulling out your own phone. 
“No way. A tow truck driver will take one look at this car and charge me double what he’d charge anyone else.” 
You can’t help yourself. You laugh right in his handsome face. The man who has been throwing his credit card around all week is suddenly feeling frugal? “You’re seriously worried about paying too much?” 
“It all adds up,” he informs you sagely, and you roll your eyes. “Let me see if I can figure this out.” 
“Well, if you’re not going to call for a tow, what exactly is your plan?”
He shrugs. “You can find anything on the internet. There has to be some article somewhere that will tell me what to do.” 
“Ah, right. I forgot, mechanics don’t even undergo training anymore - they just sit in their shops and Google ‘how to make car go’ all day.”
Jimin’s smile disappears as he glowers a little. “Look, just give me a minute, okay?” His fingers fly over his phone again. 
“I’ll give you ten. And then I’m calling a tow.” 
Twenty minutes later, Jimin sulks quietly while you wait for the tow truck to arrive. You’d managed to find a shop that specializes in imports like his Lamborghini, but it’s back in Miami city limits. So much for Key Largo and snorkeling. 
You’re expecting panic from Jang-Mi when you tell her as much, figuring she’ll insist on making Hoseok double back for you, or even send you a rideshare, but to your surprise, she’s totally fine. 
“You know, this might be for the best!” she has the audacity to tell you when you slip out of the car to call her. “Things are going really well with Hoseok today. I think we’re okay on our own!”
Well then. “That’s great! But what the fuck am I supposed to do now instead?” 
“I don’t know, just keep Jimin company, I guess? He’s probably going to be upset if his car’s fucked up.” 
You haven’t told Jang-Mi how much Jimin repels you, not wanting to burst her happy little Hoseok bubble, so you bite your tongue again instead of stating your desire to ditch him as soon as possible. “Yeah. I guess. Hopefully the shop can fix whatever’s wrong quickly enough that the whole day isn’t shot.”
Jimin triggers the mechanism to close the roof as you climb back into the car. You’re contemplating telling Jimin you’re going to call a rideshare when a gigantic black truck slowly pulls over in front of you. The license plate reads “BEOM 1.” “This must be the guy from Tiger Motors,” you sigh thankfully. 
A tall, vibrantly purple-haired man dressed in a greasy pair of navy coveralls climbs out of the cab of the truck and ambles back towards Jimin’s car. He saunters, really, his walk a little bow-legged but confident. When he reaches the driver’s side, he slowly lowers himself until his face appears in the window. 
“Howdy. Y’all need a ride?” He grins at Jimin, and then his gaze shifts to you, and you literally feel your breath stick in your throat as his smile shifts into a smirk. The man is absolutely gorgeous, dark brows setting off deep brown eyes and a plump lower lip adorned with a spider bite piercing on the right adding to his beauty. Multiple other piercings dot his brow and nose, twinkling as they catch the sunlight reflecting off of the driver’s side mirror. 
“What do you think?” Jimin grumbles petulantly, and the man just laughs, thumbing towards the truck. 
“C’mon, go take a seat in the truck. I’ll be done here in a minute.” He strolls away to prepare the towing mechanism. 
Jimin reaches the cab first, and you wait for him to open the passenger’s door for you, but he just leans against the vehicle with his arms crossed, so you sigh and yank it open yourself. He really doesn’t seem to like that you took charge, and is choosing to act like a huffy baby about it. 
The tow truck only has a bench seat in it, so you slide into the middle of the cab to make room for Jimin beside you, carefully arranging the skirt of your short sundress so it covers your bare thighs. 
Jimin stares out the side window as you wait, arms still folded. Even when the driver joins the two of you, he doesn’t turn to acknowledge him. If you’d known all it would take to get Jimin to ignore you was taking charge, you would’ve done this day one. 
The three of you ride in absolute stillness for a few minutes before the tow truck driver clears his throat. “Spring break?” 
“Hmm?” You tear your eyes from the highway to glance at the driver. The light streaming through the window filters through his violet locks, giving him a soft glow. 
“You two on spring break?” 
“Oh. Yeah.”
“Mmm.” A hush falls over the cab after your short answer. You turn back to the windshield, the dotted white lines on the road lulling you into a hypnotic trance, only to startle slightly when something brushes your thigh. Glancing down, you see the driver’s hand on the stick shift, which is currently close enough to your leg that his hand rests against it. 
“Sorry, it gets a little crowded in here with three,” he apologizes, moving his hand. 
“No worries.” You’re transfixed by his arm. Tattoos cover nearly every inch of visible skin, flowing from his bicep all the way down onto the back of his hand, and you realize there’s another sleeve of ink on his other arm as well. And then he catches you staring, and you feel your face heating as he shoots you a quick wink. You snap your head back so quickly, your neck cracks. 
“It’ll be about another ten or fifteen minutes until we reach the shop,” he informs you. “I can turn the radio on, if you’d like?” 
Jimin seems content to continue ignoring the two of you, so you answer. “Sure, thank you, uh…” 
“Jungkook.” 
“Thanks, Jungkook.” 
With another smile, this one softer, his long fingers twist the knob on the console and music fills the air. Again, you find yourself watching his hands as he drives, and it quickly dawns on you just how ridiculously horny you are. 
It’s been weeks since you’ve had the time to go out and get laid. You’re always too busy for anything serious, but lately you’ve also been too occupied to find the time to scratch that particular itch with your usual no-strings hookups. And while your main plans for this week were originally to find some peace and quiet alone, part of you was also hoping to sneak in a few quick trysts in between naps by the pool.
And then Jang-Mi made her request and Jimin glued himself to your side and any hope of getting in even just one good quick fuck went right down the drain. 
So you find yourself gawping at the handsome man whose strong hand keeps flitting against your thigh, and you wonder if he can feel the goosebumps that arise there every time. 
Gnawing on your lip, you wait for the next brush, and when his hand skims against your leg again, you push back. Just a little. 
Jungkook’s eyebrow quirks, a silent confirmation that he felt your touch. His hand glides by again, and this time you watch the stick shift and realize he’s not even changing gears, and you wonder if he even has been this whole time. 
Jimin is still facing away from you, pretending neither of you exist. 
One more touch, and you raise your leg off the seat slightly, nudging harder. You glance at Jungkook’s profile and witness his tongue darting out to lick his lips, catching a brief glimpse of silver on the pink muscle. Another piercing. Your attention is suddenly drawn away by his pinky as it hooks itself under the hem of your skirt, pulling the cottony material up just an inch or so as he draws his hand back. It’s enough to make you nearly gasp as his finger dances up your thigh, tracing patterns into your skin. 
You can feel yourself starting to grow damp and shift slightly in your seat, clamping your legs together. Fuck, you must really be hard up if you’re getting wet from just this. 
Jungkook fiddles with the radio, turning the volume up. He glances at you. “Is this okay?” And then his hand lands on your thigh, bypassing the stick shift completely. To Jimin’s turned back, it would appear that he’s asking about the music. 
“Yeah,” you breathe, eyes focused on the long fingers lightly gripping the soft flesh of your upper leg. His palm is warm, heating you despite the AC blasting throughout the cab, and the contrasting sensation makes you shiver. 
Jungkook slowly slides his hand underneath your skirt. You bite your lip as hard as you can, doing your best to keep your heavy breathing down enough that the music covers you. His gaze never leaves the road, but you glance at Jungkook’s face as his fingers slip between your thighs and graze your underwear, finding how drenched they are, and his eyes widen briefly before he smirks, spider bites glinting as his lips twitch.
“Are you getting close?” Jimin whines, his voice cutting through the air like the annoying squawk of an airhorn, making you jump. Jungkook’s hand is back on the steering wheel before Jimin finishes twisting in his seat. “Has it been fifteen minutes yet?” 
He’s wearing a ridiculously expensive Patek Philippe on his wrist, so there’s no reason he can’t answer that for himself, but you don’t point that out as Jungkook just grins. 
“Shop’s right there,” he indicates with a wave of his hand as the truck turns off the highway. 
The garage is quiet, a few other luxury vehicles scattered about in various states of repair. Once Jungkook finishes detaching the Lamborghini from the tow truck, Jimin immediately corners him. 
“Exactly how long is this going to take?”
Jungkook shrugs. “We gotta run diagnostics first, to see what the issue is. Once we know that, we’ll know how long it’ll take to fix her up.” He pats the hood of the car tenderly. 
Jimin frowns. “And once you know the problem, you’ll start working right away to fix it, right? Or do we have to wait for you to finish the other cars first?” He cranes his neck, scanning the garage’s waiting area. “I don’t see anyone here waiting, so we should get priority, right?” 
“You in a big hurry to get back to your kegger?” Jungkook leans his lanky frame against the Lamborghini’s hood, and Jimin’s eyes narrow.
“Can you please not sit on the car? I just had her waxed!” 
Jungkook raises his hands as he straightens up. “No problem, man. Let me grab my boss and we’ll get going on the diagnostics, okay? He can answer all the other questions you undoubtedly have.” He wanders off towards the garage’s little office as you give Jimin a look. 
“Is that how you usually talk to your mechanic?” 
Jimin squares his shoulders. “Look, sometimes you have to be firm with these people. Otherwise, they’ll walk all over you and charge you twice what they’re worth while they do it.”
Crossing your arms, you just sigh, hoping Jang-Mi is having the time of her life right now with Hoseok. 
When Jungkook returns, he has another unbelievably handsome man in tow, dressed in matching overalls covered in dirt and grease, with thick curls barely restrained by a bandana. As he peers at you with dark, alluring eyes, a thin white stick dangles between his full lips, and he tugs on it slightly, revealing a cherry red lollipop. 
“I’m Taehyung. Welcome to my shop. Jungkook said you had some questions for me,” he says in a calm, clear voice full of bass, and you realize you’re once again gawking as the man breaks eye contact with Jimin long enough to wink at you. It occurs to you that Jungkook might have told him about what the two of you were up to in the tow truck, and you glance away as your neck starts to heat.
Jungkook jerks his thumb towards the waiting area. “You can have a seat in there,” he murmurs to you as Jimin starts firing off questions at Taehyung. “They might be a while.” 
You nod gratefully, happy to slip away from Jimin for a few minutes.
Eventually, he comes to join you. “Well, that was a waste of time. They couldn’t tell me when we can expect to be out of here or what sort of cost I’m looking at or anything.” 
“Mmm,” you reply, not bothering to remind him that they have to run their tests to diagnose the problem first, knowing he won’t listen. “So, should we get a ride out of here…?” You hold up your phone, where you already have your rideshare app open. 
Jimin scoffs. “You want to pay for surge pricing right now? It’s spring break, those companies are all charging triple what they should!” He throws himself into one of the plastic chairs sitting against the wall. “Besides, I don’t want to leave my baby here alone with those two.” 
His baby? Blech. 
“Well, I don’t mind paying for a lift, so I’m just going to head back to the hotel, if that’s okay with you.” 
The pout leveled your way is quite powerful. If you were a weaker woman, you’d be on your knees right now, trying to console Jimin as he gazes at you pitifully. “You’re going to ditch me? First Hoseok, now you?” His lower lip is practically dragging on the ground. “Fine. Just go. You know what, maybe I’ll see if Hoseok and Jang-Mi are done snorkeling yet–maybe Hoseok will come keep me company.” 
As much as you might be annoyed with your roommate, you’re not about to let Jimin cockblock her. Jang-Mi is going to owe you big time when this trip is over. Like, firstborn-big. 
“No, don’t do that,” you sigh. As gracefully as you can, you flop into the seat next to him. “I’ll stay.” 
After thirty-or-so minutes of scrolling on your phone, Jungkook pops his head into the waiting area. “We’ve narrowed it down, if you want to come look.” He strolls away without waiting for an answer, and Jimin follows, and so do you, out of sheer boredom. 
As soon as you reach the car, Taehyung launches into an explanation of the issue. You’re only half-listening, too distracted by the way his rather plush lips form the words as he says them, but you catch that the issue has to do with the clutch. “It’s surprising,” he drawls in his deep voice, “given how few miles you have on her, the clutch mechanism shouldn’t be worn out already, but it’s definitely ground down.” 
“And what would cause that?” Jimin asks.
“Not knowing how the fuck to drive stick,” Jungkook mutters under his breath behind you. You tip your head to catch his eye, and smile at the way his nose wrinkles when he grins back. 
“Could just be that the part was defective to begin with,” Taehyung states, and you marvel at his diplomatic answer. “But the good news is, we have a replacement on hand, and we can definitely get you fixed up today.” 
“How long, and how much?” 
“About two to three hours. As for the cost, here is our estimate.” Taehyung holds out a piece of paper. Jimin snatches it up as his eyebrows disappear beneath his perfectly coiffed hair. 
“Uh. I need to make a phone call.” As he heads towards the shop’s entrance to step outside, you catch the beginning of his conversation. “Hey, Dad, remember when you said I couldn’t have the limit on my credit card raised any more? Well….” 
It’s just you and the two mechanics now. You shift from one foot to the other, hands in the pockets of your skirt, not quite knowing how to make small talk, when Jungkook gently pats the hood of the Lamborghini. 
“It’s a damn shame that this beauty is being wasted on that prick.” He runs a hand along the hood of the car, long fingers skimming lightly over the curve of the metal. “He clearly has no idea what he’s doing with her.”
“No kidding,” Taehyung pipes up. “That clutch is so worn down. I’m not sure how he did that. Ride it constantly, maybe?” 
You snort, unable to suppress a snipe. “With him, it’s more likely that he talked it to death.” 
Taehyung’s smile is slightly boxy and sends a wave of warmth flaring through your body as you share a laugh. Meanwhile, Jungkook giggles delightedly, and for the first time today you feel yourself relax a little, content to be in their company while Jimin is still outside, obviously begging daddy for more money. 
Taehyung wanders around the other side of Jimin’s car. “But you do have a point, Kook. She’s obviously way more than he can manage–I mean, just look at her. You can tell it’s been too long since she was last handled properly.” He sucks on his candy, eyes shining impishly as he peers at you and not the car. “Bet it’s been ages since anything got her motor revving.” 
“Maybe we should take her for a spin, hyung. Really open her up, get her purring.” Jungkook’s looking at you now, too, a knowing grin on his face.
The garage feels a bit stifling all of a sudden, and you wonder if you’re flushing as the two men smirk at you. 
“Do the two of you usually take your, uh, client’s cars out for a ride?”
“We’re professionals. We follow a strict code of conduct.” Taehyung assures you. “We’d never do anything to break our clients’ trust. But…” He caresses the roof of the car as he pops the lollipop out of his mouth. “Sometimes we bend the rules a little, don’t we, Kook?”
“That’s right. And I’m just suggesting we give her what she wants,” Jungkook replies, lowering his ear to the hood. “Can’t you hear that? She’s just dying for someone who knows what they’re doing to take her for a little joyride.” 
“Like I said, we’re professionals.” Taehyung leans over the car, tongue flicking out to recapture the lollipop. His eyes roam over you slowly, like he’s drinking you in inch by inch and savoring every sip. “And we’re not satisfied until everyone is satisfied. So we should give her whatever she wants. Whatever she needs.” 
There’s absolutely no question what they’re talking about now, and the implication has your clit throbbing with need, wetness growing between your thighs again.
Naturally, this is when Jimin reappears. 
“All right. Do what you have to do to get us back on the road.” He holds out his credit card to Taehyung, who nods. Then he pivots on his heel and heads for the waiting area, and once again you’re alone with the two mechanics, but the spell is broken now, and you slink back to the hard plastic chair by Jimin’s side to wait. No matter what you do to distract yourself and pass the time, though, all you can think about is how insanely jealous you are of the Lamborghini, with her hood propped open and two pairs of skillful hands buried deep inside her. 
Nearly three hours later, after you’ve scrolled so far on your phone that you’re sure you’ve hit the end of the internet, the Lamborghini is ready. Jimin is super cranky, so eager to get out of there that he has the car thrown into reverse before you’ve even stepped inside. 
“Thank you,” you say to the mechanics, thanking them for Jimin who barely grunted at them after getting his receipt, but also thanking them for yourself, for making your day a little less shitty than the rest of your week. Sure, it would’ve been even better if either of them had actually taken you for that “joyride” they’d mentioned, but the suggestion alone was enough to lift your spirits, just a bit. 
“You’re welcome,” Taehyung inclines his head. 
“Enjoy your evening,” Jungkook gives you a crooked grin. Both men wave as Jimin peels out of the parking lot, tires screeching loudly. Regret slices through you, a cut that feels like a missed opportunity, a connection denied, but you don’t dwell on it. It seems silly to think too much about what could’ve been. You don’t like to play the “if only” game. 
As you and Jimin rush back to the hotel, you decide you’re going to do something about your unrelenting horniness tonight. Even if you have to bang a server in the bathroom at dinner or fuck someone behind the dumpster at the club afterward, you are going to get laid if it’s the last thing you do. You just have to figure out how to get Jimin off your back for five minutes first. 
Jang-Mi practically floats into your room when she returns from her snorkeling date with Hoseok. She twirls around a few times, humming to herself, stopping when you step out of the bathroom. “Whoa, roomie!” She whistles as you model your dress for her, a short, backless satin halter dress that leaves very little to the imagination. It’s by far the skimpiest piece of clothing you brought with you, something you’d picked up on a whim while shopping for your trip. 
“Is it too much?” you inquire as you study yourself in the mirror on the closet door. 
“Depends. What look are you going for?” 
“I was thinking something along the lines of ‘extremely fuckable.’”
“Oh, you achieved that! I’ll be surprised if you make it to dinner–Jimin’s going to rip that off you the first chance he gets.” Jang-Mi combs through her suitcase, missing the rude face you make at Jimin’s name. 
“I’m not averse to this dress ending up in tatters if it nets me at least one good orgasm. I might explode without one soon.” 
“Says the future doctor.” 
“Shut up. You know what I mean. It’s just been too long since someone else got me off.” 
“Hmmm, can’t relate,” Jang-Mi singsongs as she waltzes into the bathroom. 
“Ohhhh, you mean you two finally…”
“Yep!” Jang-Mi sticks her tongue between her teeth, wiggling it lasciviously. “Hobi and I spent a little time in the shower together at the beach after we were done snorkeling. When I tell you that that man has a strong stroke game, roomie!” she squeals, and the two of you spend the rest of the hour giggling over the sordid details of Hoseok’s impressive skills. By the time you leave for dinner, you’re even more committed to getting your own happy ending, no matter what it takes. 
Of course, the universe does not make it easy for you.
Dinner is a total bust. Somehow the trauma of his poor baby’s breakdown (which he caused) makes Jimin even clingier than usual, and he parks himself at the table close enough to sling an arm over the back of your chair. One might think he’s doing it to seek comfort, but to you it just feels weirdly territorial. All of the waitstaff at the restaurant are too busy meeting the frat boys’ impatient demands for you to attempt to flirt with any of them. Jimin’s obviously not an option, and the only other BTS brothers you’d even consider–the quiet, pink-haired Yoongi or the hilarious, almost-too-handsome-to-be-real Seokjin–are both already sloshed, having pregamed in their hotel room, so they’re both no-gos. 
Somehow, this long fucking day just keeps getting longer, but you’re not giving up. 
After dinner, the party relocates to yet another club. This one blurs together with the others you’ve visited earlier in the week, another cramped room packed full of spring breakers closely gyrating  in the flashing lights. Shots are ordered and you quickly tip yours back before someone orders a second round. It’s when the server returns with the drinks that you glance around and realize you’re basically alone. 
Jimin sits at a table to your left, talking to one of the other BTS brothers–Namjoon, maybe? You’re not entirely certain of his name, since you mainly refer to him as “Sexy Hulk” when talking to Jang-Mi about him. To your right, Yoongi and Seokjin are playing some sort of drinking game that they both appear to be losing, based on how they can’t seem to stand up straight without starting to fall over. Behind you, Hoseok has Jang-Mi pinned to the wall with his tongue down her throat. 
Well, fuck all this. Snatching Hoseok and Jang-Mi’s untouched shots, you down them one-two in rapid succession, then stalk off towards the dance floor. 
As the music swirls around you, you tip your head back, running your fingers over your hair and down your neck. The bass thumps through you, driving all that irritation, all that endless frustration of your horrible trip far, far away. 
All week long, you’ve been holding yourself back, trying to be polite and not cause any trouble for Jang-Mi’s sake. This means you’ve been quieter. Smaller. Less than. But here now, under the strobe lights, surrounded by the crush of bodies losing themselves in the music, you let go. Break free. Arms raised, eyes closed, you give yourself over to the rhythm and surrender to the beat.
A hand brushes lightly over your hip.
Opening your eyes, you twirl in the direction of the glancing touch. A pair of dark eyes gleam at you from a face you never thought you’d see again.
The purple-haired mechanic’s lips twitch at your surprised expression. Gone are his greasy coveralls, replaced by unbelievably tight black jeans and a sheer black shirt, two nipple piercings peering at you through the flimsy material. His hand drops to your side again and this time he grips, bringing you towards him. 
It’s too loud to hear his words, but you know what he’s asking and simply slide your arms around his neck, letting him guide your hips to rock in time with his. He smells like jasmine, and also leather, an unusual combination, delicate and strong all at once, and you shift a little closer as his fingers curl into your dress, sliding it up a little. 
Rolling your body, you grin at the way his breath huffs when your breasts press into his chest. But before you can repeat the movement, he suddenly takes a step back and spins you, pulling you flush against him. As his arm snakes around your waist, his other hand tips your head up so you’re looking straight ahead.
To see the man standing on the edge of the dance floor, watching you both. Wearing a white blazer over a low-cut silk white top, several chains looped around his neck, Taehyung’s untamed dark curls hang in his eyes, but you can still feel the heat of his gaze as he observes you writhing against Jungkook. Another white stick hangs from his lips. 
“Is it okay if Taehyung joins us?” Jungkook breathes in your ear, and you nod emphatically. Oh yes. Please. “Let him know.” 
Raising your hand, you beckon to the other man with a single finger. Come. 
As Jungkook lets go, the older man takes you in his arms smoothly, without missing a beat. He slides a leg between yours and the two of you grind, moving together as one for a few bars before hands on your hips and a solid chest at your back let you know that Jungkook has joined the two of you. 
Hot breath glides down your neck, your cheek. Sweat drips on your arms, your back. Is it yours? Theirs? Who knows. You’re completely ensnared, caught between the two men as you sway to the throbbing beat. Your skin tingles where they touch you, aches where they don’t. You want so badly to stay here, in this song, this moment, for the rest of the night, the trip, your life. With the pulsating music and these two sexy men wrapped around you, you feel so alive.
“Uh, what the fuck?!”
Like a bucket of ice cold water, Jimin’s voice crashes over you, extinguishing the moment. Then his hand clamps around your upper arm, and Jungkook and Taehyung both jump aside as Jimin drags you away.  
“What are you doing?” you shout, yanking your arm out of his surprisingly strong grip once you reach the edge of the dance floor. 
“What are you doing?” he hisses back, glaring. “Out there slutting it up with those two?”
“Excuse me??’” Your jaw nearly scrapes the ground at his response.
“You heard me. All week long, I’ve been buying you dinner and paying for your drinks and dropping ridiculous amounts of money on your frigid little ass, and all I get is a goodnight kiss on the cheek? And then I turn around and see you sandwiched between the help, for God’s sake, just giving it all away for free?!”  
Several partygoers around you gasp as you slap Jimin soundly across the face. He reels, eyes opening wide in shock as his hand flies to his cheek, and you round on your heel and storm through the crowd towards the exit, not slowing when you hear Jimin yell your name. 
The air outside is unexpectedly chilly, and you rub your arms for warmth as you stomp towards the car. The nerve. The nerve of that fucking asshole. He really thought he could just buy you? Throw money at you all week and then, what, you’d fuck him? 
Reaching the Lamborghini, you pause. What exactly is your plan here? You don’t have the keys and even if you did, where would you go? You flick a hand out and touch the roof, expecting an alarm to sound, but nothing happens. Surprising. You’d think Jimin would put an alarm on his “baby.”
Leaning against the car, you drop your head onto your arms. What a fucking disaster of a trip. So much for rest and relaxation. Jang-Mi will be lucky if you ever speak to her again after this. Why didn’t she run out here after you? Oh, right, she probably couldn’t see you with her face suctioned to Hoseok’s. 
Deep breaths. As your heartbeat returns to normal, you hear a small cough, and glance in that direction, towards the back of the club. 
Jungkook lifts his hand in a small wave. He and Taehyung lean against the wall near the fire exit, smoking. Jungkook holds his cigarette out to you, inviting you to join them. 
“You look like you need this,” he says as you approach, and you realize it’s a joint, and yes, yes you do. Taking a hit, you hold it as long as you can, letting it swirl inside you, collecting all your anger, before tilting your face up to exhale it all into the night sky. 
“Thanks.” 
Jungkook nods. 
“Your boyfriend is a dick,” Taehyung announces. Orange embers flare in the shadows as he inhales. 
“Not my fucking boyfriend,” you snarl, taking the joint again. “But he is a dick. A fucking enormous one.” 
Jungkook holds out his hand as Taehyung reaches into his pocket and produces his wallet with a sigh. He slaps a bill into the younger man’s hand. 
“Uh…”
“I told Tae there was no way you were dating that asshole. He didn’t believe me.” 
Even though you don’t really know this man, you’re deeply insulted. “You honestly thought I’d date him?”
Taehyung shrugs. “He’s rich and handsome. That’s all some women want.” 
“Well, that’s not enough for me.” 
“Hmm.” Taehyung finishes the joint, stubbing the end on the brick wall. “What more do you need?” 
You snort. “Anything. Everything. What do you got?”
The flickering light hanging over the fire exit illuminates Taehyung’s face as his eyebrow quirks.
“You’re here on vacation, right?” You nod. “Have you gone for a ride through the city at night?”
“No, my nights have mostly consisted of avoiding Jimin at various dance clubs.” 
Jungkook laughs, the pleasantly high-pitched giggle tugging at the corners of your lips. “I bet that’s a full-time job.” 
“You have no idea.” 
“Well, then it sounds like you could use a break. We could show you around, if you’d like.” Taehyung gestures to himself and Jungkook. “Give you a tour.”
“A tour?” 
“Yeah. You know. Go for a ride.” 
If Jang-Mi were here, she’d tell you not to go. You can hear her now, grousing at you to wake up and snap out of it, insisting that you bid these men, these strangers, goodnight and walk right back into that club. But honestly? You’re tired of always doing what Jang-Mi would want. All week long, you’ve been so worried about making sure she’s having a great time that you’ve sacrificed your own happiness. 
Tonight is about what you want instead. And right now, more than anything, you want to have some fun. 
“Mmmm. That does sound… kinda nice, to be honest.”  Fuck it. “Okay. Let’s go. Which one is your car?”
“This one right here,” Jungkook replies, veering over to the Lamborghini and stroking the roof. 
“Uh.” Both men look at you expectantly. “Very funny. That’s Jimin’s?”
“It sure is. And I think she’s still waiting for that joyride.” Jungkook winks. 
“Riiiight. Are you suggesting we steal his car for this… tour?” you ask, fingers twisting nervously into your skirt. What had Taehyung said earlier, about bending the rules? This is not that. This is breaking them. You’re no saint, but for the most part you’re not a rulebreaker. Grand theft auto is way beyond anything ‘bad’ you’ve done before. 
“We’re just going to borrow her for a little. We’ll bring her back, in perfect condition. But don’t you want to see what she can do in the hands of someone who knows what they’re doing?”
“And someone who ‘knows what they’re doing’ - that would be you two, I take it?”
Jungkook reaches forward and pinches your chin in his fingers. You go still at his touch, staring up into his warm doe eyes. “Yeah,” He lowers his face, brushing your mouth with his as he breathes the words, “Want me to show you?” 
Ams wind around your waist, tucking you against him as you kiss. You’re vaguely aware of Taehyung walking away, too focused on Jungkook’s tongue slipping into your mouth. His nipple rings brush against your chest as greedy hands slide down your bare back and grip your ass tightly, and he swallows the shocked yelp you utter. Strong fingers caress your flesh, holding you close, and you lose yourself in him, arousal pooling in your belly again. 
Until a strange jingling sound catches your attention. Taehyung slides a thin metal tool into the passenger’s side door of the Lamborghini. After jimmying the rod a few times, the locks spring open. 
Jungkook immediately opens the driver’s side door and jumps in while Taehyung leans over the roof. “You in?”
“Are you okay to drive?” you question Jungkook.  
“I don’t drink,” he answers. “Just had a few hits. I’m fine to drive.” 
“I promise you, he’s fine,” Taehyung adds. “I wouldn’t get into a car with him otherwise.”
Again, both men look at you, waiting. 
Nibbling on your lower lip, you contemplate for a minute what you’re doing. Stealing Jimin’s car and riding away with two near-strangers, slightly high and slightly drunk, to go god knows where and do god knows what. 
Finally, this vacation is looking up. 
“Fuck it, let’s go.” 
The smile on Jungkook’s face is electrifying, as he dips his head beneath the steering wheel, popping a panel open and hurriedly twisting a few wires together. The engine roars to life. 
Taehyung climbs into the passenger’s seat and spreads his long legs. He glances at you, patting his lap. “Come on.” 
Carefully, you fold yourself into the car. Your legs fit between his, back against his chest, ass firmly on his crotch. He wraps the seat belt around you both before his arms do the same.
“Safety first,” he chuckles, a low rumble that vibrates through you. 
Jungkook flips on the headlights, and smoothly backs the car out of the parking space. Before he shifts into drive, he presses the button to lower the roof, opening the cab up to the heavens above. 
“Ready?” he asks.  
You nod.
He revs the engine once, twice, and then steps on the accelerator.
The air whips through the car as the three of you burn down the highway. Tilting your head back, you watch the stars zoom by, tiny specks of light blurring into streaks as Jungkook presses the pedal into the floor. He lets out a joyful whoop, and you can’t help but laugh, elation coursing through you. It’s exhilarating. 
The city is awash in neon lights as you race past soaring skyscrapers and imposing high rises. Jungkook is an amazing driver, handling the road so gracefully, one hand on the wheel, the other on the stick shift. This time, after he switches gears, he doesn’t lightly brush your leg, he firmly clutches it, giving your thigh a tight squeeze that has you yearning for more. 
Taehyung says something, but the wind carries his words away, so Jungkook flips the roof shut. 
“What was that?” 
“I was just asking if you were enjoying the ride.” 
You twist slightly, looking back and up at him. “This is easily the highlight of my day. My whole week, actually.” 
“Is that so? As happy as I am to hear that, I can’t help but feel it’s a fucking shame. And I’m guessing no one’s been taking care of you all week.” One of his arms is still wrapped around your waist, holding you tight against him, while the other has drifted down, resting on your knee. You can’t help but stare at his fingers like you did Jungkook’s. Taehyung’s are longer, you note, observing the way they tap on your skin like he’s drumming along to a song only he can hear.
“What makes you say that?”
“Kook told me how excited you were in the truck today. He said he barely touched you.” 
Shit, you knew he’d said something!
“He did, did he?” You cast a glance at the man driving the car, and he has the audacity to smile and nod. 
“I did, baby. I’m sorry, I just couldn’t help myself.” Normally, having a man you barely know call you “baby” would set your teeth on edge, but the word drips so sweetly from Jungkook’s mouth that you don’t mind at all. “But to tell you the truth, what I’m really sorry about is that I didn’t get to slip my fingers in before that asshole interrupted us.” His eyes flit back to the road as he licks his lips. “I just wanted a little taste.” 
“Fuck,” you murmur quietly, rubbing your thighs together, suddenly in need of some friction. Wherever this ride is going, it needs to arrive soon or you might actually implode. A little louder, you proclaim, “Oh, god, please don’t mention that man. I don’t want to think about that jerk at all right now.” Both men snicker, simultaneously squeezing your knees. 
“How’d you end up with that guy, anyway?” Taehyung inquires. 
“Pretty sure I’m cursed,” you quip. “My roommate and I were given a free room for spring break, but it turned out to be some sort of monkey’s paw situation. The unspoken cost was having to put up with that fucker all week. But I’m the one left suffering while my roommate is having the time of her life with the guy she likes.” 
“Mmm, poor baby. You’re free of that douchebag now. We’ll do our best to make sure you have a good time tonight, okay?” Taehyung’s breath hits the back of your neck as he speaks. He’s so tantalizingly close, but not as close as you want him, so you decide to make it clear to him that you want more. That you’re here for that good time, nothing more, nothing less.
Rocking your hips slightly, you press your ass more firmly into Taehyung’s lap, smiling to yourself as you hear him hiss slightly. The fingers wrapped around your side grip you a little tighter.
Downtown shines in the rearview mirror as Jungkook takes the car out on the open road, away from the city. Here, he’s able to push the limits of the engine’s power, and you watch as the needle on the speedometer climbs and climbs as he deftly weaves the sports car down the highway, flying past tourists and townies alike out enjoying the gorgeous summer evening. 
“So… where are you taking me?” Your voice is casual, relaxed, belying the tension coiling in your belly as you shift in Taehyung’s grasp, still slowly grinding against him. 
Jungkook and Taehyung exchange a look. “Somewhere scenic, where you can really enjoy all the beauty tonight has to offer you,” Jungkook states, letting his hand drop to your thigh again.
“Somewhere private,” Taehyung adds. “So you can… indulge yourself in what we have to offer you.” Until now, your hands have been in your lap, clutching the hem of your skirt, but you’re struck by the urge to feel him, so you place one hand on his arm where he holds you, and let the other fall onto his thigh. His leg is so solid and strong underneath you. 
It’s been too long since you’ve touched and been touched like this, and you don’t want to wait to reach whatever destination you’re cruising towards to get more. 
“And what exactly are you offering me?” you ask, still shamelessly rubbing your ass into Taehyung’s crotch. 
His lips skim your ear. “Anything. Everything. What do you want?”
Turning your head, you demand, “Touch me,” before his mouth captures yours. He steals your breath away with his kiss, tongue poking and prodding at your lips before slipping inside to tangle with yours. Then he obeys your command, fingers disappearing beneath your skirt as you inhale sharply against his mouth. 
“Oh, naughty girl,” Taehyung groans as he traces along your sodden folds, “you forgot to wear panties tonight, huh?” 
“Didn’t forget,” you practically pant as he dips a finger into your slit, sliding all the way in. “Didn’t want to wear them.” 
“And why was that?” He crooks his finger just so, and you keen.
“Ahhh! So… so…” 
“So someone could do this?” 
Taehyung’s long fingers feel like they were made for your cunt, the perfect width to scissor you apart as he slides a second one inside, the perfect length to find that sweet spot on your inner wall that makes you see stars. 
“Fuck, that feels good,” you praise him, digging your fingers into the meat of his thighs, causing Taehyung to curse into the back of your head. 
“She’s so fucking wet, Kook. Like you said she was earlier. She’s gonna make such a mess all over this leather seat,” Taehyung tuts as he fucks you with his fingers, pumping them in and out rapidly. All you can do is take it, mouth falling open in ecstasy. 
“Is that so?” Jungkook’s hand suddenly lands on your inner thigh, tracing through the slickness there. “Ah, shit, you weren’t kidding, hyung.” His index finger circles your clit before withdrawing. You watch him suck the digit into his mouth. “Shit, she’s so sweet. Like honey.” 
“Oh fuck,” you shudder, watching as Jungkook palms himself through his pants. Then you gasp helplessly as Taehyung adds a third finger, stretching you even more. “Taehyung! Fuck!”
“You like that? Hmm? Poor baby, just needed someone to touch her like this.” His tongue snakes down the side of your neck, hot and wet. The sensation sends goosebumps rippling down your bare arms. “Am I making you feel good?”
“So good!” You’re rapidly falling apart, humping his hand, hips jerking forward to try to get him deeper. “Fuck, so good.” 
Taehyung is hard beneath you, his cock poking sharply into your ass, the sensation making you even wetter than his plunging fingers, so you slide forward a little and reach behind you to unzip him.
“Baby, what are you…?” he rasps brokenly into your ear as you quickly free him from his pants and wrap your fingers around his length, stroking without hesitation. His tip is slick already from his excitement. “Fuck!”
“Are you… do you have…” You can barely choke out the words as his hand withdraws from your core. 
“I’m clean. Are you…?”
“Clean. On… on pill…” With his hand no longer working its ministrations between your legs, you’re nearly out of your mind with need, so you roll your hips back and position his cock so it drags through your soaking folds. He hisses at the way you drench his length, his forehead pressing into the back of your head as he bucks against you. 
“Fuck, are you two about to–”
“Yes!” You and Taehyung shout in unison, cutting Jungkook off. He just huffs out a loud laugh and steps on the accelerator. As the car shoots forward again, easily zipping around the other vehicles on the bridge, you feel Taehyung’s head breach your lower lips. 
“Oh god damn,” you moan, sinking down onto him. He’s not the biggest man you’ve ever fucked, but he is the thickest, filling you in a way you’ve never been filled before. Your toes literally curl as he rubs against your walls. “Taehyung.” 
“That’s right, baby. Say my name.” His thighs slap against yours as he thrusts up into you, hands gripping your waist to hold you in place as he pounds away. “Fucking sing it, baby, such a pretty voice!”
The car fills with your wanton mewling as Taehyung fucks you. Jungkook has one hand on the wheel again as the other rubs at his crotch, and you can’t resist reaching out. His cry of surprise becomes a shaky groan as you pet him through his tight pants. You’d love to help him out, but given the crazy fast speed that you’re currently hurtling along at, that would probably be a really bad idea right now.  
Jungkook must have had a similar thought, because he turns off the highway and brings the car to a smooth stop in an empty lot. A sign enlightens you that you’re at a beach, and that’s as much as you’re able to comprehend in your current state, having your brains fucked out by the sexy man underneath you. 
As soon as the car is parked, Jungkook unzips his pants with trembling hands and pulls his cock out. A flash of silver catches your eye.
“What, ah, ah, is that?”
Jungkook’s tattooed hand is stroking his long shaft furiously, but he stops at your question, running his thumb over the engorged head. He flicks at the piercing, a barbell sticking out of the top and bottom sides of the head. “It’s called an apadravya piercing.” He reclines back against the seat as he watches you and Taehyung fucking, starting to jerk himself off again. The warmth in his eyes has flamed into full-blown lust. “I’m pierced for your pleasure, baby.” 
“Ah!” You squeal as Taehyung gives a particularly hard thrust. “I wanna know, ah, what it feels like!”
“Don’t worry.” His hand moves so swiftly as he concentrates on the way your tits jiggle under your dress. “You’ll find out.”  
“Ah!” you shout again, this time because Taehyung has pinched one of your nipples. 
“You can focus on him all you want later, baby. Right now, focus on me,” he rasps, pinching your other nipple. “I wanna feel this pussy choke my cock.”
“Fuck!”
Rolling your hips, you take him as deep as you can, and Taehyung growls, one hand digging into the flesh of your side as the other tugs at the knot of your halter. The silky fabric spills down your torso, exposing your breasts. Taehyung’s free hand gropes your right breast as Jungkook reaches across the console and kneads the left. Jungkook’s touch is tender, almost reverential, while Taehyung’s is rough and desperate, and somehow it’s too much and not enough at the same time. 
Taehyung’s mouth latches onto your neck, sucking away, and you thread your fingers through his dark hair, holding him in place, urging him to nip harder, to bite and leave his mark. 
“Ah, Taehyung, ‘m so close! Harder, please, fuck, harder!”
With no hesitation, Taehyung’s hands fly to your hips again and he holds you as he pumps into you. Your cries of delight turn to pain as your head smacks into the ceiling of the cab. “Ow! Fuck!” 
The roof suddenly opens, and you shoot Jungkook a grateful smile before Taehyung resumes his thrusting, bouncing you freely now that there’s nothing hanging over you to stop him. As Jungkook’s free hand finds the sensitive nub between your legs, you let your head fall back onto Taehyung’s shoulder, staring into Jungkook’s hooded eyes as he cums, white lines crisscrossing the black ink on his hand. He doesn’t stop strumming your clit, and soon you’re wailing both their names as you’re swept away by your orgasm. 
A moment later, Taehyung clutches wildly at your breasts as he nears his peak. “I’m gonna cum, baby, can I fill you up?”
“God, yes,” you nearly beg, and he lets out a desperate cry as he climaxes, and then there’s nothing but panting and the scent of sex swirling around the tiny cabin of the Lamborghini and out into the starlight. 
“Goddamn,” Taehyung finally sighs, breaking the comfortable silence. 
“Mmmhmm,” you hum, twisting to brush your lips along his jawline. He places a large palm on the side of your face and pulls you in for a proper kiss. 
“Me next,” Jungkook insists, a tiny whine in his voice, and you turn back to the purple-haired driver, smiling into his lips as he kisses you needily. 
The sound of waves crashing on the shore calls to you. 
“Can we go down there?” 
“Sure thing, baby.” 
After clumsily disentangling yourself from Taehyung, the three of you walk down to the beach together. You leave your heels in the car, letting your bare feet dig into the still warm sand as you cross the dunes to the ocean below. 
A cool breeze kicks up, sending your skirt fluttering as you walk along the edge of the water. You take a deep breath, listening to the swell of the waves as they break over and over, and for just a minute, your eyes slip shut as a surge of peaceful contentment ripples through you. 
Free. Standing on the shore, water swirling around your legs as you inhale the salty air, you feel so free. 
Then you turn and look at the two men next to you. 
“Come here.” You raise your hand and motion to Jungkook, who steps forward to embrace you ardently. His kiss hits like a tidal wave, slamming into you, knocking you off your feet. He catches you, arms slipping behind your knees, and you wrap your legs around him as he carries you towards a pavilion a few yards away. 
Taehyung follows, and as Jungkook lays you on your back on a table, the older man kneels on the bench beside it, stooping to kiss you as his hands find the new knot around your neck and loosen your dress again. His mouth trails hungrily down your neck and into the valley of your breasts, and as he flicks his tongue over a nipple, waking the bud, you feel another tongue lapping at your entrance.
“Jungkook,” you sigh, lacing your fingers through his soft hair, holding it back from his face so you can watch him watching you as he works. He flattens his tongue against your clit, the small silver metal bead of his piercing pressing against you just right, and you feel like you’re being dragged in the undertow, losing all sense of self, only perceiving the wetness on your breasts and your cunt, the tongues and lips and fingers working together to pull you under again. 
“Are you ready for me, baby?” Jungkook asks, licking his lips as he slips a finger inside you, then a second one. You’re still soaking, or maybe you’re wet again, you’re not sure, but he meets no resistance as you roll your head back with a moan. “Yeah, I think you’re ready.” He stands and pulls his sheer shirt over his head before sliding his tight jeans off. Completely naked, completely shameless, he stands in front of your spread legs, stroking his hard cock as you admire his beautiful body, golden skin covered in ink and metal sparkling in the light of the moon. 
Taehyung climbs onto the table, motioning for you to sit up. He cradles you, one thigh on either side of yours, hands massaging your arms. You press your back into his chest and tilt your head up to kiss him as Jungkook rubs the head of his penis over your slit, coating himself in your arousal. 
“Will I feel that?” you ask him, nodding towards his piercing. 
Jungkook grins. “That’s kinda the whole point of it,” he informs you as he slides in. 
“Oh, fuck,” you groan happily as he enters you slowly, just the tip, then a little more, languidly plunging in and out. 
“Shit, you feel so good.” His head falls forward, mouth agape as he watches himself disappear into your welcoming heat. “So wet, so tight.” 
He suddenly grabs your thighs, pulling you down the metal table further, and thrusts until his pelvis is flush with yours. You wail in surprise and pleasure as his piercing hits your g-spot. 
“Oh, Jesus!” 
“No,” Jungkook says, thrusting again, and again, faster and faster, “Jungkook.” 
Taehyung’s tongue finds its way into your mouth as his fingers rove over your breasts, tweaking your nipples just as hard as he did in the car. His touch is harsh, callused hands rough on your smooth skin, and he holds you upright as Jungkook fucks you.
“Ah, ah, ah!” 
Jungkook’s fingernails dig in as he grasps your thighs, keeping your lower half in place while he ruts into you. Again and again he hits that spot inside you, an intense expression on his face, hell-bent on making sure you’re enjoying every move he makes. 
Despite the chill in the air, sweat trickles down your chest, and Taehyung collects it with his fingers, brings it to his lips. “Fuck, I just want to run my tongue all over you,” he declares, demonstrating by bringing one of your hands to his mouth and sucking your fingertips one-by-one as you nearly sob.
The nonstop jackhammering at your g-spot overwhelms you, leaves you endlessly moaning, and Taehyung drops a hand to your clit, rolling it between his fingers, and you know your end is coming. 
“Come on, baby,” Jungkook pants, “tell me, are you feeling it?”
“Fuck, oh god, I feel it, I feel it!” you babble, head nuzzling into Taehyung’s neck as you totally let go, every muscle in your body relaxing as you let him completely support you, every muscle except the ones in your core, which are so tight tight tight–
“Oh f-fuck!” Jungkook stammered, hips jerking erratically. “I feel you, holy shit, come on, baby, cum for me!”
Intense, white hot ecstasy rips through you with every stroke. Your orgasm floods your body, drowning your senses, driving everything out of your head except for the words you hear but don’t realize you’re chanting, two names, over and over. Jungkook continues to pump away, but his rhythm gets sloppier and sloppier as you clench around him, until he finally succumbs to his own end, cock spurting hot inside you. 
You melt into Taehyung, who brushes your face with soft kisses, a tender gesture that surprises you as much as it pleases you. Jungkook releases your legs, collapsing forward, and Taehyung scoots backwards, bringing you with him, making room for the younger man to join the two of you on the table. Sandwiched between them, you inhale deeply, breathing in their musly scents. 
Bliss. You feel absolute bliss at this moment. Nothing but pure joy. 
After a few minutes of lying this way, music drifts over the dunes, stirring you from your reverie. Faint, but familiar, the tune repeats itself, and you sit up with a jolt, disturbing both men, who grunt grumpily in tandem. 
“Fuck, that’s my phone!”
It was a random BTS groupie, wanting to know which club you were at, or were supposed to be at, anyway, and your panic subsides, but only slightly. Jang-Mi clearly hasn’t noticed you’re missing, and Jimin hasn’t realized his car is gone, but the longer you’re away, the greater the risk you’ll get caught. With a heavy sigh, you turn to the two mechanics. 
“Time to go.” 
A block away from the club, you suddenly grab Jungkook’s arm. “Don’t park at the club. Stop there.” You point to a restaurant. 
“Are you okay?” Taehyung asks, arms once again locked around your waist. 
You nod as Jungkook guides the car into the parking lot. “I’m fine. Listen.” Swiveling, you sit sideways in his lap so you can face them both while you speak. “I don’t want you to get into any trouble, in case someone sees us getting back. So you walk from here, and I’ll drive it back.” You don’t care if Jimin finds you driving his car–after the way he spoke to you tonight, you’re kind of itching for another confrontation. But you don’t want these two to get caught, knowing Jimin won’t hesitate to call the cops on them.  
“You can drive stick?” Jungkook asks.
You can’t help the grin that spreads over your face. “Of course I can.” 
As soon as he’s out of the car, Taehyung grabs your hip, tugging you to his chest. “Take care of yourself,” he murmurs, kissing you gently. 
“I will. And thank you, for tonight.” 
“You had a good time?” 
Nodding emphatically, you smile. “The best.” 
You feel Jungkook behind you, and as the older man releases you, you spin and fall into Jungkook’s embrace as his lips dance with yours. “Good night, baby.”
Jimin is not outside the club when you park the Lamborghini, and you huff a sigh of relief. Inside the club, Jang-Mi and Hoseok grind on the dance floor, still completely oblivious to the world around them, and you find Jimin slumped over a table, snoring obnoxiously.
“Some men just can’t hold their liquor,” Seokjin mutters disdainfully as he joins you. He’s tilting pretty severely to one side, but he’s still awake and coherent, so you give him that much credit. He catches your wide grin. “I don’t think I’ve seen you look this happy all week. What’s–what’s gotten into you?”
“Oh, nothing,” you hum, tapping on your phone to call a rideshare. In your hand is a business card that Taehyung slipped you when you said your goodbyes. You still have a few days of vacation left. It might come in handy. “Just found my joy.”
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namjooningelsewhere · a month ago
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If I Cant Have You - #1
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➤ Pairing: Taehyung x Reader
➤Angst: Angst (Shit Ton of it), Smut(Mature Content), Fluff.
➤Rating: 18+
➤Warning(s): Swearing, self doubts, crying,Cheating. Mentions of smut, sexual content, Lots of Yelling, Swearing, Heart break (Pretty Brutal). Taehyung is pretty heartbroken,Reader is confused. A lot of Heartbreak and angst, Sohee is a [email protected]#$%.
➤Au: Idol au, cheating au, arranged marriage au.
➤Word Count: 8.5k
➤Summary: Loving Taehyung is easy. It's easy to get lost in his adorable smile, his glimmering eyes, his saccharine words and everything that is him, Thats what your best friend told you the ten years she had been dating him. But your life turns upside down when your best friend abandons her love and your chldhood friend at the altar and out of extra ordinary circumstances instead of Sohee its you whos staring at the same pair of glimmering eyes, wearing the white gown meant for her and feeling the weight of an expensive ring on your fingers and before you know it, you say 'I do'.
➤A/N: Thankyou for this wonderful banner Kiri @rkivian. Thankyou so much for making this for me at such short notice. Thankyou Nikki @xpeachesncream for letting me discuss this with you and taking a look on it for me, Youre the best.
@hobateas firstly, i am so sorry for missing out on such an important detail of mentioning you. That was jackass of me. Secondly, thankyou so much for helping me out so much with this fic, for everything. I don't know what i would have done with this if it weren't for you lending me a helping hand. Thankyou for being my go to for everything. Thankyou for being my bestie and for always cheering me.
This was supposed to be out a while ago, But work caught up and i had to legit dive head first into it. But im finally back after a lot of back and forth, Im definitely going to be more active now. Please let me know what you think about it, It makes me so happy when you guys leave comments or reblog it and send in asks.
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You checked yourself once more in the mirror, making sure you looked perfect. The long flight hours had definitely taken a toll on your skin and the flight back tomorrow was definitely going to take a toll again too. You had just landed in Seoul for the bachelorette party of your best friend Sohee and your childhood friend Kim Taehyung's wedding.
The bride and the groom were your close friends. You knew Sohee since you both were in middle school, and Taehyung became your friend when his family moved in next door. You definitely played the matchmaker when Taehyung confessed to having a crush on your best friend. And you were more than aware of Sohee's crush on Taehyung when she had started visiting, way more than often under the excuse of some stupid homework and some lame project. It didn't take long enough for both of them to fall in love.
Taehyung and Sohee had a love story fit for a drama or a movie and you were extremely proud of the couple. Of the long way, they had come. It wasn't easy when Taehyung moved to Seoul to debut under his company. And it wasn't easy when Sohee moved to London with you to pursue her higher education. Time zones and different countries couldn't keep the love birds apart and they ended up crossing every hurdle until today when Sohee was an established DOP and Taehyung a global superstar.
"Y/n my dear, How have you been?" Mrs. Kim's cheerful voice stopped you in the lobby and you immediately ran into the arms of the older woman.
"Good as always Auntie, How have you been?"
"I'm good as ever dear. Why are you still here? The others left a while ago."
"Blame the flight Auntie, There was a delay. But I better rush now before Sohee and Tae have my head."
"That they will, But we definitely need to catch up. You should come over sometime."
"I would love Auntie, But I am leaving tomorrow after the wedding. Catching a flight back to New York."
"New York?" Mrs. Kim looked at you in a little confusion but was smiling sweetly nonetheless.
"I'm continuing my masters in The School of Drama in New York."
"Oh My My Y/n I'm so proud of you darling. Always the ambitious one." Mrs. Kim hugged you and patted your head fondly. You were about to bid her farewell when your mother's loud voice pulled you out of the older woman's embrace.
"There you are." Your mother pulled you in for a hug and Mrs. Kim chuckled, looking at the interaction between the mother and the daughter.
"Eomma you are ruining my hairstyle." You complained about trying to fix your hair.
"Kids these days."
"Where's Appa?"
"Oh, he's at the Bar with Mr.Kim."
"I'll get going unless you want everyone to kill me." You quickly bowed to the two women who just laughed at your antics.
You were about to make a beeline towards the entrance to the resort when a loud boisterous voice stopped you dead in your tracks.
"Yah Y/N have you no shame? How can you be late to your own best friend's bachelorette?" You were mortified would be the least to say. The lobby grew silent as Kim Seokjin walked towards you with a smirk on his face, followed by Jungkook, who was about to burst with the laughter he was trying to hold back so badly.
"Kim Seokjin, I will kill you." Jin laughed and pulled you in a hug. while Jungkook greeted you with his usual fist bump.
"Well, the married couple is hell-bent on having you dead for being late and arriving one day before your good friends got married. Sucks to be you."
"Jungkook let's go, let this old man keep bickering." You pulled Jungkook towards the door leaving a yelling Jin behind.
You met the bangtan boys in their second year of debut; Courtesy of Taehyung and Sohee, of course. You had known them for a couple of years between your and Sohee's transition to London and their intensely packed schedule. Your apartment was a den to the boys whenever they came to London.
The drive to the club where Taehyung and Sohee's parties were happening was fun-filled, to say the least. Jin and Jungkook had been specially instructed by Tehyung to haul your ass to the club somewhat by the lines of you would be late and only arrive after the party ended. Trust Taehyung and his over-enthusiastic ass.
"You better explain why you are late to the party Y/n? Your best friend is getting married for god sake." Taehyung enveloped you in his signature bear hug before he held you tightly against himself as if he was making sure you wouldn't disappear once his hold loosened.
"Blame the flights." You huffed and Taehyung rolled his eyes at you.
"And who do we blame for arriving just one day before your own best friend and childhood friend's wedding huh?"
"My finals. They just ended yesterday. I literally rushed to the airport after the exams."
"Oh, you better do it. You must know by now I can get out of murder." You elbowed Taehyung in the ribs and he let out a yelp, making you giggle.
"Speaking of, Where is the lady of the hour?"
"Oh, my wife is busy in the powder room touching up her already flawless face."
"Ooh, wife and all? The wedding is tomorrow Kim Taehyung."
"Oh please she is going to be my wife on papers tomorrow, I already married her in my head a few years ago." You rolled your eyes again at his comment. He was the biggest cheese ball in the group and an adorable one at that.
"How did ARMY react to the news of your wedding by the way? Must have been a ride."
"Oh don't ask, It's like the world has stopped revolving ever since the company announced my marriage. But we're keeping Sohee's identity a secret for now. Everyone will know I'm getting married but to whom that would be a secret." You were left speechless after Taehyung's confession. Damn, this must have been hard on the couple.
"I understand, People might go a little overboard if her identity is revealed. Her safety is the most important."
"See that's why you're my favorite, You seem to automatically get everything."
"Go away cheeseball." You playfully shove Taehyung away, who just tightened his arms around your shoulders.
"So when are you getting married babe? When can we expect an invitation to your wedding?"
"It's going to be a couple of years before you get that invitation, Taehyungssi. Who knows you might have mini versions of you and sohee running around by the time I walk down the aisle."
"Who said I was going to wait for a couple of years to have miniatures of me and Sohee running around?"
"Eww Taehyung, that's gross. I definitely didn't need to know that." Taehyung wheezed at your reaction and you just hit him playfully once again.
"So have you found a hot British Boyfriend yet?"
"Nope, I'm happily single and I definitely don't need to change that."
"Y/n if you and I are single when we are thirty, Then let's get married." Your eyes widened comically at Jungkook's statement, who had somehow managed to squeeze himself into the conversation.
"Oh god, you guys are insufferable." Taehyung and Jungkook laugh at your statement while you excuse yourself to find your best friend. You had to at least make sure you weren't getting killed for arriving just a day before your own best friend's wedding.
You were mentally prepared for an outburst when you and Sohee met in person, albeit being in touch almost every week; she still had threatened to have your head shattered when she would see you when you had revealed your exams would end just a day before her wedding.
But what you were definitely not prepared for was to see your best friend sitting near the bar, calmly sipping on her champagne, her eyes staring blankly into the wall in front of her.
"You okay there babe?" You asked Sohee, gently placing an arm around her shoulder.
Sohee made no movement and kept staring at the wall in front of her. You shook her a little more vigorously, and that seemed to have shaken her from her parallel universe.
"Hi." Sohee smiles at you. And you immediately mark that as the weirdest smile you've ever seen on your best friend.
"Just Hi?"
"Yeah. How was the flight?"
"Sohee what's wrong?" Sohee seemed to have realized something and that made her sit up.
"Oh nothing Y/n, I was just a little out of it."
"You're okay right?"
"Yeah yeah I'm okay, I'm getting married to my boyfriend of ten years, and everything is perfect." You start feeling a little uneasy at her statement. It sounded like she was trying to tell herself that. You don't question her further chalking it up to wedding jitters. Sohee quickly orders your favorite and you settle beside her.
Throughout the night you caught Sohee zoning out multiple times. There was definitely something wrong with her. She was still absent from the conversations when all the seven members gathered around you and she teased Taehyung and Sohee about their honeymoon and the number of children Sohee was going to have to give birth to. All she did was smile half-heartedly.
And you weren't the only one to notice, though, Namjoon and Yoongi caught you in a while, trying to inquire subtly if you knew something was up with Sohee. Honestly? You had no idea and nothing could come close to the feeling of not being there for your best friend. What had you ended up missing in your best friend's life while you were buried nose-deep in your books?
Sohee's eyes seemed to speak a lot more than the wedding jitters. There was definitely more to it than meets the eye like the normal situation. Where the bride and the groom would be joined at the hip before the wedding, Taehyung and Sohee were the exact opposite. Taehyung seemed to be over the moon with the wedding. His eyes literally shone every time he smiled. Sohee's eyes looked cold and empty.
You made a mental note of asking Sohee when no one was around but that immediately went down the drain exactly half an hour later Taehyung carried Sohee to his car. She ended up passing out because she had a little too much to drink. Taehyung quickly left with his driver to drop Sohee back at the hotel, promising he would be back once he tucked her in.
The rest of the guys and the people invited made themselves comfortable and soon enough within an hour, Taehyung was back.
"Is she okay?" Yoongi asked Taehyung as he made himself comfortable. Taehyung just sighed and had a sip of his drink.
"She is, She was a little overwhelmed but she said it was fine when I spoke to her this afternoon."
"You're sure, right? Sohee looked like too out of it? Isn't she getting enough rest?"
"Past few days have been a little busy with the travels and the wedding preparations and then the announcement."
"Understandable." Taehyung nodded and took another considerable sip of his drink and everybody dropped the topic, not wanting to probe further. It was assumed they might have had the discussion if anything was the issue.
By the time the party rolled to an end, most of them were already hammered. including Taehyung. Fortunately for you, alcohol seemed to kick in quite slowly. But the sleep that was overtaking every brain cell you had in you.
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"Fuck, Fuck fuck." You scrambled out of bed and rushed towards the bathroom to quickly have a shower and get ready for the wedding. The jet lag may have caught up to you. Which ended up in you sleeping in and waking up exactly an hour and a half before the wedding. Somehow, luck was never on your side for Sohee and Taehyung's wedding. First the exams, Then the flight, and now your sleep.
You got ready in record time and while you rushed out of the door and waited for the lift. A pleasant surprise awaited you when the doors of the lift opened. Jeon Jungkook smiled at you sheepishly when he saw you, and you smiled back at him. Busted.
"What's your excuse?" Jungkook looked up from his phone and gave you a questioning look.
"What excuse? We had stepped out in the backyard to drink some coffee." You burst out laughing at his excuse or the lie, but nevertheless, you showed him a thumbs up since this was going to save your ass as well.
"Smart."
"That I am."
"Why hasn't anybody called yet, it's just half an hour to the wedding."
"Come to think of it, that's surprising. How come none of the Hyungs have called yet?" Jungkook checks his phone, too, and there weren't any notifications from any of them either.
"Maybe they're all busy running around or just with Tae."
"Yeah maybe, I just put my phone on silent though. The entire internet is blowing up right now waiting for updates on Taehyung's wedding." You and Jungkook exit the lift and walk towards his car. You were thankful, at least you had some company.
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"Leave your phone in the car, phones are not allowed inside the venue." You quickly deposited your phone along with Jungkook's in his dashboard.
"That's some high-level security."
"That's not only it, you need to go through a check once you enter." You were amazed by the amount of security that had been put together. No electronic devices had been allowed inside the venue; special security measures were put in place to make sure of it.
After all, it was the wedding of the year, Kim Taehyung from BTS was getting married. Taehyung had taken special measures to prevent any kind of leak that would disclose Sohees' identity. According to Jungkook, only a few photographs would be released to the public, which would be taken at an angle where Sohee's face would be covered.
You and Jungkook went through security, and a