10 Things I Hate About You Jungkook.

10 Things I Hate About You ── jungkook.

summary ── y/n and hanni’s mom stood by one rule and one rule only: no dating during high school and college. It wasn't until she set another rule—no dating until y/n dates— that hanni unintentionally pulls some strings to have her sister date none other than, jeon jungkook, the man who every girl f*cks and all the boys fight with.

genre ── bet au, college!au

pairing ── f*ckboy!jungkook x (fem) reader

note ── taehyung will be basically the bad guy here… this is fictional work so please don’t think this is how i see taehyung either. this does not showcase how taehyung is in real life THIS WORK IS FICTION

(also, word count is 20k+ 🥲)

You were a killer.

You killed someone. Well, you killed something to be more specific.

You looked down at your foot at hearing the nasty crunch of what seemed to be a snail, tears starting to well up in your eyes once you noticed you had killed an animal. Such a slimy and very slow animal.

You tentatively grabbed a leaf from a tree not so far from you, grabbing the snail with it before moving it away. God, you killed nature! Well, a part of nature. But it was still nature!

“Stupid,” you mumbled, wiping your tears away with the palm of your hand as you glared at the squished corpse. “I have to hurry to school now.”

Placing the snail on the dirt, you headed towards your car, sighing as you remembered you were heading to school… your obnoxious, annoying school. You would’ve chosen to drop out but you also wanted to have a degree and then move out of your house to get away from your mom and sister. They didn’t need you and you didn’t need them if they didn’t try to talk to you.

You drove to school, bumping loud music to get rid of the tiredness consuming your body. You ignored the looks you had received from the group of girl’s—they stopped next to your car—your sister, Hanni, hung out with, their music—which was much more different than yours—playing in the radio.

“Brought you coffee,” your close friend, Nali, greeted you as soon as she spotted your car driving ahead, having heard someone cursing you out for almost running them over. In your defense, they didn’t want to move out of the way. “Figured you’d need it.”

“Thank you,” you sighed in relief, your cold hands meeting the warmth of the cup. You locked your car behind you once your feet landed on the cement floor, a sigh of relief escaping your lips as the warmth coursed through your body. “You’re a lifesaver. My day was not starting well.”

“Don’t tell me,” Nali started, a ghost of a smile spread on her lips, “you helped an old lady cross the street and she cursed you out.”

“I stepped on a snail,” you mumbled, looking away from your dear friend who was taken aback at your words. “It was horrible. I should’ve been able to see it!”

“I love you so much,” Nali chuckled at your reaction before placing a hand on your arm, leading you away from the people starting to head your way. “Your fans would freak out if they saw you this way. Such a softy and very, very sensitive.”

“Pfft, they’ll love me regardless,” you rolled your eyes, though a smile was on your face. You continued to smile and wave at the girl’s who waved at you. “I’m more surprised at the fact that they admire me. I didn’t even do anything.”

“I guess punching a creep and calling the school out for not doing anything about him gains you a reputation,” Nali shrugged as it was the most obvious thing. You hummed. “Come on, these girls,” she walked backwards, her hands raising up dramatically to showcase how serious she was, “they need a role model like you. It’s no surprise they look up to you.”

“Hmm, I’ll gladly take the small fame,” you said before staring over your shoulder at the girls not so far from you, “if they stop following me everywhere I go. I have my writing class coming up.”

“Ah, your favorite class,” your raven-haired friend teased you, shoulder nudging yours as she now stood in front of you, feeling embarrassed once she came to find her crush nearby. You couldn’t help but let a chuckle escape your lips. “I’m telling you, though, Mr. Kim is out to get you because he literally kicked you out for participating too much.”

“He expects everyone to just keep their mouths shut and not speak at all at this point,” you shook your head, sighing in an annoyed matter at coming to think of the 28-year-old professor, Kim Namjoon. “I breathe and he’ll kick me out.”

As you walked towards your class, you eyed your sister close to a face you knew so well and despised with your entire being. You pretended not to have seen them, but Taehyung knew you had so he wrapped an arm around your poor sister’s shoulder, bringing her closer to him as he gave you a smug smirk. You rolled your eyes, ignoring him.

You sat down on a desk close to Mr. Kim, who always wore a stern look. He wasn’t always like this, but the students from the year before failed him and he had to be stricter so everyone could learn. You didn’t care much about how he taught, but you hated when he made you guys do presentations without warning and would pair you with other students you didn’t get along with. He did a bad thing pairing you up with Taehyung because you two couldn’t stop bickering in class, which resulted in him never pairing you two again.

You just couldn’t understand why now, when you didn’t associate with him, he had to be everywhere you turned. Everywhere. You hated it and you hated him.

It wasn’t long before you headed home, reading the book assigned to you by Mr. Kim. You found it a bit boring, but you knew you would eventually come to a good part that would leave you a bit starstruck at the plot. You continued reading.

“I’m surprised you’re not out there making boys cry.”

You snickered out of amusement at your mother’s words. You glanced at your phone. “I’ll got outside in a bit. It’s barely 5 in the afternoon.”

Your mom shook her head at your words before going through her phone, answering emails. You two heard the door opening and then did Hanni come towards you two, kissing your mom on the cheek as a greeting.

“Hi, Mom.”

“Hi, Han,” your mom greeted, feeling happy at knowing that her two daughters were now home. You sighed and eyed your sister’s rather happy expression.

“Where have you been?” You softly asked, arching an eyebrow. Hanni glared at you because of that, cursing you in her head.

“Nowhere,” she easily lied.

“I don’t know why you hang out with Taehyung when he’s clearly targeting you because you’re naive,” you stated, crossing your arms over your chest since you knew full well as to what he was doing.

“Taehyung? Who is that?” Your mom now asked, interested in the conversation between you two.

“It’s just some boy, Mom,” Hanni groaned, knowing at the lecture that was coming ahead. “It’s not a big deal.”

“It’s not big deal until he’s asking you to sleep with him,” your mom placed her hands on either side of Hanni’s arms, making her sit on the couch. “We have talked about this. Number one, no dating till you graduate both high school and college. Number two, no dating until you get your degrees.”

“Yeah, but that’s an unfair rule, Mom,” Hanni whined, groaning as she slumped on the couch beside you. “It’s not fair for me.”

“Yeah, well, you know what’s unfair?” Your mom questioned, sitting in the chair beside the couch you two were sitting on. “I delivered twin babies to a 16-year-old girl. I don’t shame teen pregnancy nor do I encourage it, but the poor girl had no support from neither of her parents. A child was with children and the poor girl didn’t know what to do. That’s unfair. I’m giving you two the chance to get your degree all while I’m supporting you financially.”

“Yeah, and we appreciate what you’re doing,” Hanni said, “but we both need to experience things out there that doesn’t involve you freaking out because you’re scared we’re going to get pregnant. We’re both smart enough not to do that. But, I’m the only girl in school that is not dating or seeing anyone.”

“No, you’re not,” your mom waved her worries off. “Your sister doesn’t date.”

“And I don’t intend to,” you shrugged her words off. “And it’s not true about you being the only girl. There are so many people that haven’t been asked out or dated anyone.”

“And why is that?”

“All the guys at school are missing braincells that prevent them from understanding girl’s feelings or human beings in general,” you started to rant, “or, or, they are such assholes that think they can get anyone but actually can’t.”

“Who even are you?” Hanni turned to look at you, frowning as she processed your words. “At this point, you were found under a bridge.”

“It’s better than thinking that everything is about me,” you retorted back, a scoff escaping your lips. Your mom cleared her throat to stop you two from arguing any further, and you two eyed the way she lit up with an idea.

“Here’s how we can resolve this issue,” she started, glancing between the two of you. “We’re dropping the old rule and we’re creating a new one. New rule, Hanni, you can date,” your sister lit up next, “when,” her mood dropped at the word as your mom gestured to you, “she does.”

You snorted at the words and the way your mom seemed impressed at herself for coming up with that rule. Hanni didn’t seem to like that idea, but you didn’t really care as you started to walk towards your room.

“She’s never going to date!” Hanni exclaimed.

“Good, then you can stay single,” your mom smiled sarcastically at her youngest daughter as you now minded your business, closing your bedroom door behind you. After all, you didn’t want to deal with Hanni’s arguing.

The day after the next, you were at school, eating lunch with Nali at the cafeteria your uni had. You two sat by a table with other students, but you couldn’t help but feel curious once you saw that someone you knew went to go talk to Taehyung who was sitting on a separate table away from everyone.

“We need to talk.”

“Jimin, we haven’t talked in so long, and I still don’t want to,” Taehyung told his old friend, not daring to look at him. He was too entranced on the dating app he was going through, swiping left and right. “What do you want?”

“We need to talk money wise,” Jimin shrugged and Taehyung gave him a confused look.

“I’m sorry but don’t you have money?” He questioned, remembering full well how Jimin had his own mansion not so far from the school, having inherited it from his grandfather.

“This is not about me,” Jimin placed a hand on his chest. “This is about you and I know you will most likely agree to what I have to say so just give me a chance to do so.”

Taehyung hummed. “Talk then.”

“You want Hanni, right?” Jimin questioned, playing with the cards Taehyung had discarded next to his hands. “Well, I just found out that Hanni can’t date until Y/n does, but no one wants to go out with her, right?”

“Yeah, I agree. What does that have to do with anything?”

“I think you need to find someone suitable for Y/n so you can be able to get the girl of your dreams,” Jimin continued, twisting his rings around his fingers. “Hire a guy. Hire a guy who knows girls very well.”

Jimin gestured towards the table Jungkook sat by, a girl on his lap while other girls talked go him. Thankfully, you were farther from him so you didn’t get to see the type of guy he actually was (you knew, though).

“Jeon Jungkook?” Taehyung questioned. “I heard he got multiple girls pregnant.”

“Hey, that’s what they all say, though, right?” Jimin nudged him, raising his brows to display he was obviously serious about everything else. “Clearly, though, he’s the guy you need.”

“What’s in it for you?” Taehyung asked.

“You let me host the party this year all while I set up a room for you and whoever you want to bring,” Jimin shrugged as if it was nothing and Taehyung curtly hummed, clearing his throat.

“I’ll think about it and I’ll let you know what I decide.”

Jimin nodded and walked away, heading towards his own table where Yujun, his younger brother and the guy in love with Hanni, patiently waited.

“Don’t get him involved,” Yujun hissed out, glaring at Taehyung’s side profile.

“Calm down, Yujun,” Jimin raised a hand, grabbing a fry he needed to desperately eat. “We let Taehyung pretend he’s the one in charge of all of this so while he’s doing all the work, you’re getting closer to Hanni.”

The youngest hummed.

“Hyung, I never underestimated you,” he commented, giving his brother a thumbs up before walking away with his drink, leaving his brother alone.

And Jimin watched with satisfaction as Taehyung texted him not even a day later with news he agreed on the plan. He and Yujun patiently watched as he ran towards Jungkook who was just finished making out with a girl on his lap.

“Hey,” Taehyung greeted, eyeing the tattooed guy. “How you doing?” Jungkook didn’t answer. “Um, I saw an amazing documentary about babies?”

“What?” Jungkook asked with a baffled expression. “What are you talking about?”

“Um, nothing,” Taehyung shook his head before sitting down next to him on the chair. He gestured towards you talking with Nali. “See the one reading?”

Jungkook nodded confusedly. “Yeah?”

“That’s Kim Y/n,” Taehyung continued on. “I want you to go out with her.”

Jungkook immediately laughed, not taking him serious until he realized that the handsome man was in fact not laughing. “Really?”

“Look, there’s this whole thing about me dating her sister and—”

“Whatever touching story you’re about to say,” Jungkook breathed out, “I don’t care. It’s none of my business.”

“I’m going to pay you.”

Jungkook was chuckling at this point. Was this really real? Or was he dreaming? Because not so long ago his lips were on another person’s own. He couldn’t even think about taking some girl out and actually being with her

“You’re going to pay me to take out someone I do not have a single clue about?” He mused out and Taehyung hummed childishly. “Hmm, how much?”

“$100,” Taehyung said. “I can give you more if you want.”

The two of them, though, heard a groan and they turned to look your way where a guy was holding onto his stomach, your eyes glaring through his head. Your best friend next to you was simply laughing, dramatically clapping at what you did.

“Hmm…” Jungkook hummed, frowning at the sight and Taehyung winced, sighing.

“Fine, $150,” he recanted his statement, having felt bad for the guy since—if he agreed—he will be dealing with you.

“Don’t I have to take her on dates?” Jungkook suggested, coughing a little as he sat up straight and Taehyung eyed his tattooed arm, noticing that he flexed his arm on purpose. “Shouldn’t it be more?”

“Take it or leave it, Jeon.”

Jungkook lightly groaned. “Fine. Give me the money.”

“First we need to see your performance,” Taehyung said, moving aside to let Jungkook pass through. He sighed and walked forward, heading your way while he ignored some of the girls he had hooked up with. He saw your raven-haired friend stand up to go throw her trash away and he took it as his perfect opportunity once he saw you stand up.

“Hey.”

You looked up at the source of sound and frowned as you saw someone you don’t talk to but knew of. “Hi?”

“How are you doing?” He sheepishly smiled, leaning against the table. You looked around, almost as if looking for some explanation and shrugged.

“Sweating like I just ran a thousand miles, this heat is not it,” you honestly responded, ignoring the way your body felt warm under his gaze. But you were pretty sure it was from the heat.

You heard him let out a quiet snort. “Way to make an impression,” he teased. But you looked at him through hooded eyes, still confused as to why he was talking to you. You looked over your shoulder and saw Nali frozen in her spot as she eyed you talking to a guy.

“Well, I definitely made a good impression if you’re talking to me,” you gave him a fake smile, one that you hoped he noticed so he could take a hint you didn’t want to talk to him.

Jungkook slightly chuckled at your words, walking along with you as you walked. “I’ll pick you up Friday, then?”

“Oh, yeah, me, going out on a Friday,” you sarcastically commented, shaking your head as your chest moved up and down from the fact you found it funny being seen out on a Friday since it was your lazy day.

“Or, you know,” Jungkook looked at the floor, hands in his pockets, “I can show you special places you’ve never seen and been in.”

“Oh, like how you show every other girl you hook up with?” You gave him a pointed look and he stayed quiet at the call out. No one said that to his face, just behind his back. “Listen, Jeon, you’re not gonna get inside my pants. Give up, okay?”

“Mmm, I don’t think so, pretty, and don’t believe everything you hear. I have no intentions on sleeping with you.”

“Alright, what’s my name then?” You crossed your arms as you now stood closer to him, shoes bumping against each other.

“I know a lot more than you think I do,” he smirked, leaning his face slightly closer to yours. You stood in your place, not wavering and huffed.

“Give up. Do not try to talk to me again.”

You walked away and left him behind you, ignoring the way you could still feel his gaze on the back of your head. Nali spared him a look and he waved at her, turning around to leave himself.

“Now, why was Jeon Jungkook talking to you?” She asked.

“I don’t know and I don’t want to know.”

It was still questionable as to why he chose to talk to you out of every other girl he knew. The frustration of not knowing caused you to get into some petty argument with Hanni and in your defense, she was being such a bitch at aiming her attacks at your mom because your dad left. You berated her for such thinking but you knew despite anything you shared or stated, she and your mom would turn on you.

Because of the new changes in your life, you started getting stressed. It wasn’t a good idea, but you decided to get rid of that feeling by buying books you have heard about and wanted to give it a read.

“Interesting car.”

You didn’t even have to look up from the book you were inspecting to know that it was Jungkook.

“Are you following me?” You asked, raising an eyebrow before going back to reading the plot of the book. He gestured towards the supermarket across the book store and then gestured towards some nearby apartments.

“No, I was in the store and when I was heading home, I saw you,” he responded, raising the bag in his hand to show you he was speaking the truth. You nodded and he leaned against your car, taking note of your cute outfit. “You look pretty.”

“Do I not do so every day?” He could hear the slight teasing tone in your voice. When you looked at him, he couldn’t help but swipe his tongue over his lips, slightly starting to nibble on them. He eyed your glossy lips and God did they look so soft.

“You’re not attracted to me, are you?” He asked and you almost laughed in his face.

“No, why should I?” You shrugged, making him move aside so you could put your things inside. You eyed the building and then at him. “Do you want a little ride…?”

He gasped dramatically and placed his hand on his chest. “Little ol’ me?”

You rolled your eyes. “Never mind and to think I wanted to be a bit nice to you.”

“I’m kidding, dummy,” he said, throwing you a grin. “Thank you for offering. I’m sure it was so, so hard for you.”

“Shut u—Wait!” He automatically froze at your sudden outburst and your hands were hovering in front of you, preventing him from walking. “Geez, you almost stepped on a roly-poly.”

Jungkook was pretty much left speechless at the sudden act of yours, watching your crouched figure with wide eyes. He didn’t think he’d be able to see this soft side of yours for animals rather quickly. He assumed it would take a while to bring down that hard exterior.

“How did you even notice that?” He asked him and you could only sigh rather loudly at his words. “I’m sorry for almost stepping on it.”

“You better,” you said, standing up and gesturing for him to get inside. “Come on. Let’s go.”

Jungkook headed inside and as soon as you were heading inside, too, a car parked right next to yours. You turned to look since they were close to hitting you and groaned at coming to see Taehyung.

“What the hell?” You cursed, turning to face him. “You almost hit me, you shitface.”

“Good.”

Taehyung got out of his car and went around, coming face to face with you. He was smug and you were glaring at him like you normally do.

“Leave me the fuck alone, Taehyung,” you spat out, opening your car door but he shook his head, finding your reaction funny.

“No, I’m okay,” he chuckled before turning to look at Jungkook who pretended not to notice him. “So, you’re becoming Jeon’s new toy, huh?”

“Yeah, Taehyung, totally,” you put a foot inside, ignoring him at this point since you knew you would just get angry at every nonsense he spewed.

“Good, maybe he can do something about that uptight personal—”

He didn’t get a word out before you punched him in the stomach, taking away his breath—literally. He groaned, leaning down to clutch onto his stomach, and you shook your head, getting inside the car. You started the car and ignored Jungkook simply laughing a little.

“We never talk about this.”

And he indeed did talk about it. But not with girls or anyone but rather with Jimin and Yujun, who immediately went out of their way to help him… considering they’re the ones who planned everything.

“We can help you out,” Yujun firmly stated, though the hard exterior he tried to show diminished once Jungkook gave him one simple look.

“Why should I receive your help?” Jungkook asked, sketching out the painting his art teacher assigned.

“Well, my brother here,” Jimin leaned, patting his younger brother’s chest, “is in love with her sister, Hanni.”

“Is everyone in love with her or something?” Jungkook scoffed, letting out a laugh. “It’s crazy as to how far you’re going for this chick.”

“Unlike Taehyung, Yujun is actually in love with Hanni,” Jimin continued, ignoring the way his brother tried adding some commentary. “Taehyung just wants to sleep with her.”

“I don’t care,” Jungkook breathed out, hearing the two follow him as he moved away to grab more utensils. “Look, I’m in it for the cash. I don’t entirely care who Taehyung fucks.”

“As if,” Yujun retorted sarcastically, hating the picture Jungkook basically depicted.

“Jungkook, we set up the whole entire thing so Yujun can get Hanni,” Jimin explained. “Taehyung is just a side character in all of this, we just made him think he has the upper hand.”

“You two actually created the plan?” Jungkook raised an eyebrow, stopping in his tracks as he stared at the two in shock. The siblings nodded enthusiastically and Jungkook let out his usual snort. “As long as you two help me with her. She hates my guts.”

“We will, we will,” Jimin nodded, sticking out his hand to grip Jungkook’s. Although, he simply grabbed it and Jungkook gripped it rather tightly until he winced in pain. “We’ll do the research and we’ll just found out what she likes so you have an idea on what you can do to win her. We’re basically your computer guys.”

“Don’t make us hack into things please,” Yujun softly pleaded, gulping nervously and Jungkook simply threw him a confused look.

“We have a perfect place where you can take her,” Jimin immediately piped in, showing Jungkook the story of the Instagram account that planned parties. “Jung Mihi is having a party. You can take her there. It will be perfect.”

“For?”

“For you to actually go out with her?” Jimin frowned, wondering if it was not obvious as to what he was hinting. He flicked Jungkook’s forehead out of bravery. “Get your head in the game, Jeon. This is serious.”

“I’m paying attention, oh, my God.”

“You need to take her to this.”

“Alright, alright, I will. Now leave me alone until you give me something useful.”

“Do we have to be here?”

Yujun was glancing around the small house party with a disgusted look, Jimin leading him towards where he heard Jungkook was by.

“He’s here!” Jimin yelled at his little brother over his shoulder, who simply groaned but still followed after him.

People greeted Jimin here and there but Yujun was too focused on just talking to Jungkook and getting out of there. After all, he was too eager to make sure he was studying for the language Hanni needed help in.

“He’s over there,” someone gestured towards a couple making out and Yujun spotted the inked arm. Yeah, this was a bad idea. He wouldn’t be too surprised if you denied the idea of dating him because he slept with half of the girls from uni.

“Thanks, man,” Jimin patted the guy on the back and he and Yujun walked towards Jungkook who had a girl on his lap, heads moving side to side to keep up with one another.

Yujun cleared his throat and Jungkook simply held a finger up, signaling the two to wait. But Jimin tapped the girl on the shoulder and then did that make her stop.

“What?” She snapped. Jimin simply gave her a sarcastic smile, his thumb being thrown over his shoulder to gesture his next words.

“Leave,” she raised an eyebrow, “or else I will literally shave your hair right now, I am not kidding.” She seemed to take his threat to heart because Jungkook started glaring at him when the girl stood up. He continued keeping his stare on Jimin while the girl left towards where Jimin was previously gesturing. “Yeah, walk away. Walk away.”

Jungkook sighed and stood up, heading towards the kitchen. He ignored the brothers because he knew why they were there. After all, they wouldn’t stop leaving him alone and followed him everywhere to remind him of the plan that they had created.

“What do you got?” He questioned them as they indeed followed him. He turned around to face them, placing the brim of the cup on his lips to savor the taste of the drink. Yujun lightly gulped at the way he was so cool and stoic.

“Well, he got insight into a very cool girl who is definitely way out of your league,” Jimin simply shrugged as if the words he just said were definitely not going to get him punched. Jungkook could only snort at the bluntness, though. “Also, should you be drinking when you have someone at home?”

“What?” Jungkook gave him a confused expression, brows furrowed. Jimin simply waved him off, shaking his head.

“Nothing, nothing.”

Yujun gave his older brother a look before he, too, shook his head, taking out his phone to look at the notes he had written down. “Alright, well first,” Yujun grabbed Jungkook’s cigarette out of his hand, “Y/n hates smokers.”

“So, you’re telling me I’m a non-smoker?” He questioned and the two nodded. He hummed and continued drinking. “That’s fine.”

Jimin nodded. “Just for now.”

“And here’s another problem,” Yujun started, glancing at his older brother before looking at Jungkook, his fingers slightly shaking. “Hanni said that Y/n likes pretty guys.”

There was a moment of silence and Jungkook jerked his head to look towards him, a perplexed look on his face. He looked at Jimin, almost as if he was making sure he heard the youngest right.

“Are you telling me I’m not a pretty guy?” He asked, a bit hurt by the choice of words.

“You’re very pretty!” Jimin nervously chuckled because although Jungkook was two years younger than him, he knew that the boy boxed almost everyday in the gym close to his house. “This is a gorgeous guy.”

“Yeah, I just—” Yujun immediately spluttered out words defending himself. “I just wasn’t sure. I didn’t know.”

Jungkook squinted his eyes, drinking from the cup he had in his hand. “Continue.”

“Alright,” Yujun rapidly nodded, wanting to get out of the situation. “Here’s this.” He then took out a piece of paper. “She likes milkshakes and hot dogs, feminist prose and angry girl music of the indie rock persuasion—I don’t know what that means—and here’s a list of vinyl records she has in her room.”

Jungkook sniffed and got the paper handed to him, eyeing the words written down. “You know… you have a phone. You could’ve taken pictures or searched up their music.”

“Well, that’s your job now!” Yujun grinned, sending him a thumbs up.

“Is that all she likes?” Jungkook asked, frowning confusedly. “She doesn’t like more?”

“She likes going to concerts,” Jimin replied, glancing at the paper. “She’s going to Moon 7 tomorrow night, her favorite band is playing there.”

“I can’t be seen at Moon 7, alright?” Jungkook curtly chuckled nervously, shaking his head. “I’ve slept with half of the girls there and they’re all pretty mad at me for sleeping around.”

“But y/n will be there,” Yujun urged. “She’s got tickets.”

“Ignore your girl issues and actually hang out with a girl who doesn’t want to have sex with you, you jerk,” Jimin raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest. Though, his shoulders slumped when Jungkook gave him a deadpan look.

“Fine, fine!” Jungkook groaned. “I’ll fucking go tomorrow. But if anything happens, I’m coming to your house and placing a pillow over your head until you die.”

Jimin stared at his brother, gulping at the threat. Jungkook left but Jimin was nervously laughing, calling out to him, “You’re not going to actually do that, right?”

Jungkook simply waved because now he has to find a way to get into the club. It was a prestigious club so for you to get tickets, it would’ve cost a fortune. But he sighed, he needed to get inside and he thought back on his flings, remembering someone who had access to that.

It didn’t take Jungkook long to go through his contacts to find the number he was looking for. He called and was a a bit shaken up when he immediately got yelled at by the woman over the phone.

“Now you call me?” She yelled and he sighed, rolling his eyes. “I’ve been waiting for a stupid call of yours after you left me.”

“I told you it was a no strings attached,” he said as if it was the most obvious thing and it was, because one thing about Jungkook is he never gets attached to any girl. “Anyway, I need a favor.”

“No.”

“Come on,” he whined childishly. “This is urgent.”

“Why should I?”

“Ugh, I fell for this girl and I want to go inside Moon 7 to see her because I’m trying to impress her,” Jungkook half lied through his gritted teeth. The girl on the other end stayed quiet and she groaned after a few seconds.

“I wanted to say no but it’s cute,” she breathed out and Jungkook crossed his fingers, hoping she would agree. “Fine. I’ll get you on the list but after this, erase my number.”

“Got it.”

And that’s how Jungkook ended up in a club filled with girls. He eyed the banner on the side of the entrance, reading it in his head; Girls Night with free food, drinks, and music. He sighed and hoped there would be at least some partners that were men or identified as such, knowing that if he was alone there, either he would get teased or the women he slept with would secretly kill him.

He passed by the long, narrow hallway leading to the place where music was bouncing off the walls, shaking the floor. He could see a couple of girls surprised to see him there but other than that, no other girl noticed his presence—he was thankful for that.

He walked inside even more and he looked around, trying to find you among the crowd of people dancing to the music being played. He almost gave up but he quickly found you with the friend you were always with, slightly swaying to the band before banging your head up and down rather dramatically. He knew you were playing around by the fact you started laughing after your actions and he found himself smiling, too, at seeing the way you looked much more free and having the time of your life.

“Hmm, pretty,” he mumbled to himself.

He chuckled one more time before he looked around and walked towards the side bar, making sure the girls he had hooked up with a couple of months ago were nowhere to be found. He sighed in relief once he couldn’t find the familiar faces and smiled when he saw the worker there.

“What are you doing here?”

“Come on, hyung, just start with saying you missed me,” Jungkook grinned, making sure to give him a side hug as best as he could. “I didn’t know you still worked here.”

“Well, judging from the fact that half of the workers here quit, I have finally found peace,” Yoongi stated and Jungkook felt even more relaxed at his words. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, you know,” he cleared his throat, looking around, “hanging around.”

“Yeah, right,” Yoongi scoffed, serving him a drink Jungkook usually got. “Which girl?” Jungkook raised his eyebrows in question. “Which girl is in your radar?”

The tattooed man briefly gestured your way with his chin, drinking. “Just… someone.”

“Well, she must be special if you came back to this club after you slept with half the workers and they all threatened to cut your dick off if you ever showed your face,” Yoongi lightly chuckled, clearly finding the previous situation amusing. Jungkook sarcastically laughed along, rolling his eyes.

“Be quiet, get back to working.”

Yoongi did so but he couldn’t walk off further when he heard a girl yelling over the music.

“Two waters please,” she said and Yoongi nodded, quickly passing them to her and taking the money she gave him. Though, he knew it was the girl Jungkook was referring to since she was giving him a look.

“I didn’t perceive you as the stalking type,” you teased him, voice raising a bit so he could hear you. He hid his smile behind the cup in his hand.

“I’m not,” a small smirk was on his lips as he looked at you, eyes dropping to eye the outfit you wore. “Now, shoo! Your doubt is ruining this for me.”

You couldn’t help but snicker at his words. But you also couldn’t help but notice something else. “You’re not smoking like you usually do.”

“I quit,” he looked at you under his lashes, shrugging as if his words were nothing. “I had to, they’re bad for you.”

“Yeah, you think?” You tilted your head to the side and he huffed, a smile still on his lips. Silence consumed you both but he remembered he needed to woo you so he continued the conversation.

“They aren’t bad!” He commented about the music playing, turning around in his seat and leaving you behind to process his words. You chased after him, confused.

“I did not perceive you as the type to listen to this type of music,” you honestly said, staring up at him. You two watched the crowd and the band playing and he hid the satisfaction at knowing that he caught your attention.

He continued drinking from his cup, ignoring your statement and continued to watch. “I was watching you in the crowd. I’ve never seen you look so beautiful.”

His words were heard by the crowd of girls that surrounded you both, the song having ended at the same time as he was saying his compliments. You giggled at the reactions he received—the girls laughed and some awed—and he coughed to cover his light embarrassment.

He smiled at seeing the way you grinned at his words.

“Come to the party with me,” he leaned down to say, making sure this time that his words were now heard between the two of you.

“You never give up, do you?” You questioned, a fond look on your face as you turned to look at Nali who called out for you.

“I can’t help it when you look at me with those pretty eyes,” he shrugged, a smirk still spread on his lips. He looked at the stage at hearing the music playing again and he had to lean even closer to make sure you were heard. “So, yes?”

“Here,” you passed him your phone. “Write down your number.” He smiled and took it, typing it down. He called it and you took your phone away from his grasp at seeing he didn’t lie. “Send me a convincing paragraph and we’ll see.”

You threw him a smile over your shoulder, walking away. You could feel his stare and his voice was heard. “You’re not going to make this easy for me, are you?”

“Nope!”

“Okay, I’ll see you Friday!”

That night, you received a message. Just one simple message in the middle of the night as soon as you were going to head to sleep.

xxx-xxx-xxxx: I know you like to read, tell me any name of a book and I’ll buy it for you and I’ll listen to your explanations as soon as you’re finished. I’d rather spend a day listening to your pretty voice and hearing you rant about certain characters or plot. I’ll be waiting 🩵

“Should’ve used the window.”

You frowned as you heard your mom in the living room, standing up from your comfortable position on the beanbag in your room. You headed towards the voices and saw that Hanni and her friend, Yoona, were dressed up, staring at your mother rather guiltily.

“Hi, Mom,” Hanni smiled innocently, though she was shifting from one foot to another.

“Where are you going?” Your mom asked, folding her arms over her chest, staring down at your sister who cleared her throat.

“A, uh, small study group of friends,” Hanni lied through her teeth, gulping down the nerves that were clearly showing.

“It might as well be you going to an orgy if you’re trying to hide,” your mom raised an eyebrow, squinting her eyes as she looked between the two. “I would’ve let you go if you just told me.”

“It’s just a party,” Hanni breathed out.

“Yeah, exactly, a party,” your mom punched the bridge of her nose before turning to look at you. “You know anything about a party?”

You shrugged, not wanting to say “yes” because you knew that you’d have to give your younger sister a ride if it came to it. You turned around to walk away in order to continue to read, wanting to take the last few minutes to yourself, before Jungkook, came to read the interesting part of the book you were coming across.

“I’m supposed to show up,” Hanni continued to argue, irritating you to an extreme since you didn’t like how she spoke to your mom sometimes and got away with it. “My friends expect me to be there.”

“If your sister’s not going, you’re not going,” your mom fought back, ignoring Hanni splutter out disagreements at her words. Your mom stopped, though, once Hanni targeted you next. You simply gave your sister a deadpan expression.

“Why can’t you be a normal person for once and go out?” Hanni exclaimed, trying to get you to go so she can go, not knowing that you were going to the party already. Just not with her.

“There’s literally no reason for you to get close to my face,” you glared at her, hovering a hand in front of her face, “or to yell at me and mom. It’s just a stupid party, you can miss one, it’s not the end of the world.”

“For you it might not be, but for me it is,” Hanni snapped back, shaking her head before turning to look at Yoona who looked uncomfortable being there. Your sister sighed and dragged you away. “Just… I’m sorry, okay? But can you please go, just for one night. Please. I just want to be able to experience first time things without Mom being worried.”

“I never said I wasn’t not going,” you chuckled at your sister’s words, her hand dropping from your arm. “You got on my face before I could say anything.”

“Oh, God,” your mom shakily let out, staring at her two daughters with shock. “It’s starting.”

“Mom, I love you, but you’re talking to girls who are in college,” you said, finding humor in how she reacted. “I’ll take care of her, okay?”

“You’re wearing the belly, though,” your mom pointed at Hanni whose excited expression morphed into one of horror as she had heard from you about the ‘belly’. Yoona gasped dramatically and you made a face, looking away as you put on your shoes.

“Mom, please don’t,” Hanni started to beg, anxiety consuming her body as your mom went to reach for the fake pregnancy belly. You had gone through it at the age of 16 and never again did you want to do the things you wanted to do if it meant wearing that. “This is way too much.”

“I don’t want my daughters to have children at this age because of this stupid party,” your mom shook her head as your head jerked towards the door after hearing knocks.

You reached forward to open the door and there Jungkook stood with a black jacket on, a white, tight t-shirt tucked into this black pants that showcased his waist—you tried not to notice the tattoos on his arm that were see through when he was fixing the jacket—and his combat boots that added more to his height.

“Hey,” he smiled at you, his lip ring glistening under the porch light.

“Hi,” you smiled back before wincing at hearing your mom and sister continuing to bicker behind you based on your mom’s actions.

“Mom, this is not necessary,” Hanni nervously chuckled, feeling the weight of the fake belly being placed on her. She placed a hand on her hip, shaking her head.

You glanced over your shoulder and cowered in embarrassment. You cleared your throat, trying your hardest to hide the sight of your now fake pregnant sister. Though, Jungkook’s towering figure saw her over your head, and he breathlessly chuckled.

“Is your sister knocked up or…?” Jungkook questioned, frowning confusedly. You snorted and Hanni turned to look at him.

“I’m not,” she cleared it up but she was more in disbelief that Jeon Jungkook was standing on the front porch of her house, talking to her sister. “What are you doing here?”

“Your sister’s coming with me,” he simply said, shrugging his shoulders. You gave him a smile before turning to look at your mom.

“Every time you even think about kissing a boy,” your mom started again, getting closer to your sister and fixing the belly, “I want you to think back to this, okay?”

“Mom, leave her alone, she doesn’t need to wear that,” you sighed, defending your sister. Your mom looked your way before she noticed the figure next to you. “And we are leaving.”

“I can say hi to your mom,” Jungkook said and your mom hummed in agreement, softly pushing you to the side. Jungkook grabbed you by the waist and brought you closer to his side before letting go. But, he did grab your hand to make you stay put. “Hi, Ms. Kim.”

“Hi,” your mom slightly squinted her eyes to kind of intimidate him. “Who are you?”

“He’s a friend mom,” you said and she waved you off, shaking his hand.

“What’s your name?” She asked again.

“Jungkook,” he smiled a little and your mom hummed yet again. Hanni, who took off the belly after a minute, and Yoona headed towards you three. “Uh, I have my car if you guys want to get inside already.”

“We’ll take my car,” you told him, raising your keys. “I’m not drinking so you can drink and I can give you a ride if you do drink.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Jungkook waved you off. He turned to look at your mom. “I’ll drop them off safe and sound. I know you just met me but I don’t want to leave them behind.”

“Hmm, as long as you all come back in one piece, please,” your mom looked at you and your sister and you nodded. “Okay, then. Have fun and Jungkook,” he received a small smile, “come over for dinner soon. I’ll like to get to know you better.”

“Of course,” Jungkook nodded. He smiled one more time and then did you four walked towards the car. Jungkook didn’t let you drive your own car so you and him bickered for a bit before you let him drive it, not wanting to give him the keys. He took them from you and Hanni and Yoona just watched you two, confused as to when you two started talking.

“So,” Hanni started as soon as Jungkook drove off, “you two are friends?”

The two of you glanced at one another and hummed simultaneously, not wanting to give away too much. After all, your sister was known to have a mouth on her so if she knew that Jungkook wanted to basically take you out, every girl he hooked up with would come for your throat. You have heard from them that he didn’t like committing to people and they didn’t like hearing that from him. So, to say you were afraid and anxious was an understatement.

When you got to the party, you immediately went to go look for a place you can hide because although you agreed to come, you never said “yes” to actually partying. You were way too tired to enjoy the music and dance with everyone else. You couldn’t even tried to hide because Jungkook was right behind you.

“Jungkook, kiss me!”

A girl immediately latched herself on Jungkook and you rolled your eyes. Maybe you did make a mistake in giving him a chance. You walked even further and heard him chuckle.

“You’re way too drunk, maybe you should go home already,” he said, making sure the girl was okay. He led her to a chair where she automatically placed her head on a drawer nearby, eyes closing as she muttered incoherent words. Jungkook still followed behind you.

A few minutes passed and girls after girls tried kissing Jungkook. He just laughed and passed girls to their girlfriends nearby, chasing after you. Of course, the girls he hooked up with were confused because at this point he would be kissing—making out—with someone in a room, bathroom, or on the corner of the room. Here he was, though, chasing after a girl who didn’t even spare him a look. Then, he lost you after one final girl put up a fight after he tried getting her off of him.

You walked through a crowd of people and found yourself looking around to make sure you weren’t going to head in the same direction again.

“Nice to see you’re out of your cave,” you sighed as you heard Taehyung’s voice next to you, cursing yourself for not remembering he was going to show up, of course. “You look good.”

“Leave me alone, Taehyung,” you groaned, rolling your eyes as he appeared in front of you. “Focus more on the obvious booger coming out of your nose right now.”

You walked away as he placed his hand on his nose self-consciously, though he chased after you almost immediately.

“Where are you going?” He asked, hand gripping your arm. You wished Jungkook was now close to you. You’ve heard that he once beat the shit out of someone who started a fight with him and you’d like to see that happen at this moment.

“Away, your bad breath is giving me a headache,” you retorted, moving to one side and another since Taehyung followed your movements.

“Where’s Hanni?” You immediately turned to look at him, eyes burning themselves in that smug face of his.

“Stay away from my sister, you creep,” you spat out, continuing to glare at him.

“Believe me, I can stay away from her,” he raised his hands up in mock surrender, a smirk tilting on his lips, “but, we both know she can’t stay away from me.”

“Shut the fuck up, Kim,” you scoffed, hands being formed into fists as you were so close to punching him. But, before you could do so, a group of people started running near you two, glass breaking and huge thuds being heard. At hearing that there was a fight, Taehyung followed shortly after.

You looked around the mansion in curiosity at this point. There was too much to look at and there were objects you wanted to touch but knew you shouldn’t. You had a home, a nice one, but this house was on another level.

You were about to head outside when a voice called you over.

“I guess she couldn’t stay away from me,” you shook your head as you eyed your sister. She was happy just being by his side that told everyone she was with him.

You knew you couldn’t stop her even if you wanted. She would just shake you off like she usually did so you watched with anger as Taehyung pulled your sister away.

“You want me to beat the shit out of him?” You glanced over your shoulder and shrugged sadly, a sigh escaping your lips again. Jungkook stood not so far, hands in the pockets of his jacket, hair disheveled, and lips pink from biting them so much. “Come on, let’s go. I found a cute swing outside.”

“Let’s go.”

Jungkook grabbed your hand and your fingers intertwined almost immediately. His large and intimidating figure pushed through everyone, making sure you were okay right behind him. He made sure to ignore the girls waving at him because he knew that wouldn’t do a great impression.

He led you away, feeling confident in being able to woo you since Taehyung gave him extra money on being able to take you out to a party, something you haven’t done. But, should he feel such guilt for something he agreed on doing?

“I swear I’m going to get a concussion by the amount of people pushing me very hard,” he heard you grumble. He chuckled and instead led you to be in front of him, hands placed on your hips. He steered you away and pushed guys who bumped into you a bit too hard, and when they would try to see the person who pushed them, they all cowered at meeting his gaze.

You two managed to get outside and you sighed in relief at being able to breathe properly. Before you could continue walking, a boy stopped you two from doing so.

“Can we talk?” He asked, his gaze on Jungkook who glanced at him and then at you.

“Um, I’m a little busy,” he said, but you shook your head.

“Go ahead, I’ll wait for you.”

Jungkook thanked you and he and Yujun walked off not so far from you but far to the point you couldn’t hear what they were saying.

“What?” Jungkook asked, raising his brows.

“The whole thing is off,” Yujun said, clearly exasperated with the situation that occurred not so long ago with Hanni and Taehyung. “I don’t care anymore so you can just… drop her off at home.”

“Dude, we did not go through all of this just for you to back out of it,” Jungkook gave him a look and he glanced your way when a guy sat next to you, his hand sticking out for you to shake it.

“Well, that was before I found out she never wanted me,” Yujun argued, a defeated look on his face as he remembered the times he and Hanni hung out. “She wanted Taehyung and that stupid face of his.”

“Do you love her?” Jungkook simply asked, raising his brows again as he waited for the boy to answer. Yujun nodded. “She’s clearly worth all this trouble you caused so why are you giving up so easily, huh? Just because Taehyung was with her? You can make her fall in love with you by being you. There’s no point in giving up so easily.”

“I thought she was but, Taehyung—”

“You need to stop focusing on Taehyung, Yujun,” Jungkook reassured him, placing a hand while making sure you were safe. “Taehyung is not half the man you are. He wouldn’t have thought about this whole plan so he can get the girl. You did that. Stop letting Taehyung win. Don’t let him make you feel like you don’t deserve what you want, okay? Be yourself.”

Yujun processed his words and before he could utter a word, Jungkook immediately went to your aid when you slapped the guy who was talking to you.

“What a fucking creep you are,” you shook your head, glaring at the man who held his cheek. Jungkook looked at you. “He groped me.”

Now it was Jungkook’s turn to glare at the man who already looked scared staring at you. The man now shrunk in fear once he met Jungkook’s eyes.

“Sorry, man, I didn’t know she was your girl,” the man stuttered out as best as he could, gulping down his nerves that Jungkook saw through.

“Do that shit again, I dare you,” Jungkook calmly said, scaring him even more. The man shook his head. “Touch her, again, and I will beat the fuck out of you. Do not start.” The man ran away in fear and you angrily sighed, walking away.

The tattooed man followed after and he guided you towards the swings on top of a little hill. You two walked and he helped you when you almost fell—you burst out into little giggles at the fact you were so close to embarrassing yourself—going up.

You two sat down on the swings and enjoyed the silence, legs moving up and down to create a stable movement. The music from inside was barely heard outside, so you two enjoyed the comfortable silence that consumed you two.

“Why do you let Taehyung get to you?”

You looked at Jungkook as soon as those words escaped his lips and shrugged, hands holding onto the rope on each side of you, slightly moving.

“Taehyung has that affect after you know the type of person he is,” you replied, sniffing as you looked away from his face.

“What type of person is he?”

“The narcissistic one,” you answered with a humorous smile tilting at the end of your mouth. “He’s egotistical and completely selfish. He thinks he’s either a victim or the savior.”

“Judging from how you talk about him,” Jungkook started, “I’m guessing you knew him very well.”

“We dated,” you shrugged as if the news were nothing. “But then getting to know him, the real him, opened my eyes in a way. I was always the problem, never him. So, I ignored him. I tried to break it off and he got mad at me, told a couple of his friends I slept with him and shared private moments between us.”

Now Jungkook felt even worse. He should stop all of this before it got way out of hand and before you found out.

“What about you?” Your question broke him out of his own thoughts. “Why did you decide to chase after me?—If you can say that.”

Jungkook smiled at your question and his shoulders went up and down. “I didn’t know about you at first but then, I heard your name once, and then another, and then another, and then another. It was almost like everywhere I turned, your name was being shared between two people or a whole group.”

“Ah, so the rumors spread caught your attention,” you teased, a grin on your face.

Jungkook snorted and shook his head. “No, no. I don’t care about what rumors are spread about you or your sister. It’s none of my business. I did hear, though, that you did hit a guy and gave another guy more than a slap. Did you really break his nose?”

“Oh, my God,” you facepalmed and you could hear Jungkook laugh at your expression. “Shut up. I can neither confirm or deny.”

“Mmm, I think you did beat him up,” Jungkook bumped his shoulder against yours and you smiled, ignoring his words.

You two stayed quiet after a few and he eyed you. He noticed the goosebumps on your arms and he knew full well you were cold. You didn’t shiver or anything, so he just read your body language that showed him he was right.

Taking off his jacket, he placed it over your shoulders, catching you off-guard. You jumped, startled by the sudden action and looked down at the sleeves.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, your hands going through the sleeves as you couldn’t bare the coldness anymore. “Oh, my God. This thing is huge on me, look!”

You stood up and Jungkook let out a low chuckle as he eyed the way his jacket almost overtook your frame, swallowing you.

“You look cute,” Jungkook complimented, placing the side of his head on the rope of the swing.

“I better,” you playfully retorted back, laughing to yourself as you closed the jacket and opened it almost like you would a blanket.

Jungkook simply watched you with hooded eyes, a smile on his face. He didn’t know you’d be this cute and it’s crazy to him how he could tell the difference between the first time you two met to now. Under that hard exterior you show at first is this silly girl who loved joking around and teasing, and he loved knowing you feel safe enough to show him that side.

“Come on, pretty,” he continued to keep the smile plastered on his face as he watched you. “I’ll take you home, it’s getting late.”

“Okay, let’s go.”

You grabbed his hand and immediately took his away, leading him towards your car. He already had your keys in his back pocket so he grabbed them, opening your car door. But, you didn’t go inside, yet, and instead grabbed your phone.

“Who are you calling?”

“I think you forgot that we came with two other girls,” you snickered at his question, watching a look of realization cross his face. “Hey, Hanni, we’re leaving. Where are you?” You looked over the crowd of people coming out and Jungkook helped you look. “Oh, you’re going with Yujun? I don’t know—”

“He’s the kid that talked to me,” Jungkook cut you off and your mouth made an ‘o’ shape as you remembered.

“Never mind, Jungkook knows him,” you said on the phone. “Well, just be careful, okay? Turn on your location so I can see where you are so I can know you’re safe… Yes, or else Mom is never going to let me go out if she knew I let you go with a boy she doesn’t know about. Then, you can say bye to your social life… Yeah, yeah, okay then. Tell him to drive safe or I’m kicking him in the balls… Yeah, alright, bye.”

Jungkook watched you and you watched your phone as your sister shared her location. You looked up and confusedly smiled when you saw Jungkook staring at you.

“What is it?” You questioned, looking behind you but there was no one there.

“You threatening someone is very hot,” Jungkook breathed out and you playfully rolled your eyes, pushing him away as you got inside the car. He grinned and closed the door, heading towards the driver’s seat.

You two drove to your house and you hummed along to whatever song you knew played on the radio. You two were silent but, whenever there was something interesting, you two would make the other look and talk about it.

“Why don’t you go out a lot?” Jungkook asked after a while, causing your head to snap towards him. You shrugged.

“I was tired of asking my mom and having her become way overprotective. Every time, I had to wear that damn fake belly so she can know I know not to do stupid things, so I just isolated myself.”

Jungkook processed your words as he parked close to your house, shutting the car off.

“You don’t strike me as the type of girl to be asking her mom for permission,” he said, eyes running themselves over you, eyeing the way you twirled with a ring on your finger.

“Now you think you know me?” You arched a brow, but he knew you didn’t mean it in any ill way.

“I’m starting to,” he smiled a little and you did, too.

“It’s crazy to me how you even want to get to know me,” you started, eyeing the way the lamppost above you two flickered. “People are too scared to get to do so.”

“I don’t mind,” Jungkook ran a hand through his hair and you sniffed as you ignored the way he flexed his tattooed arm by looking away again. “I’m not… as innocent either.”

You looked at him and you two looked into the other’s eyes intensely. His gaze went from watching how your eyes fluttered to your mouth, lips slightly glossed as you kept putting a lip oil on them to prevent them from splitting.

He snapped out of the daze you put him in and softly cleared his throat, eyeing the steering wheel. “What’s up with your mom, by the way? Why does she make you wear these bellies?”

“She delivers babies,” you put it in a simple matter. “She got pregnant with me at a young age so she wants us not to go through what she went through. My dad left her heartbroken and that’s why she doesn’t want us to date when we’re studying for our degree. That’s why she wants me to be more like… Hanni because she thinks Hanni is this perfect person who listens to every word she says.”

Jungkook nodded along to your words. “Does she?” You gave him a look and he snorted as he remembered. “Right, she follows Taehyung around.”

“Yep. I don’t want to be somebody I’m not and I’m not Hanni in any way.” You pushed hair away from your face, leaning your head against the head seat.

“Well,” Jungkook started making you turn to look at him, “I know your sister is, like, loved by everyone but, she’s not as cool and funny as you. She especially doesn’t dance like you do.”

You pushed his shoulder, shaking your head with an embarrassed smile started to make its way to your lips. “Shut up.”

“I’m just being honest, Y/n.”

You breathed in and exhaled, his words circling your brain. You stretched your hands out on your thighs, caressing the material of your pants and pursed your lips, giving him a side glance.

“You’re not as jerk-y as I thought you were,” you stated honestly, chewing on your bottom lip as sudden nerves invaded your body. He let out a breathless chuckle and he looked at you when you looked at him.

You could simply admire his features under the lights, watching the way his tongue ran itself over his lips to his lip ring. You looked at him from under your lashes and he let out a curt breath.

“I really want to kiss you,” he muttered, staring at your own lips. “But I-I can’t. I don’t want to.”

“You don’t want to…?” You breathed out, frowning as you repeated his words. He internally cursed himself at his sudden harsh words but he couldn’t. Not right now.

“No, I didn’t mean it in a rude way,” he immediately defended himself. “I just can’t kiss you, Y/n. I don’t want to because I am disgusted by that or anything I just don’t…” He sighed, slumping his shoulders. “Never mind.”

You slowly nodded, ignoring the way his words hurt you. You gulped your feelings down. “Can I have my keys? It’s getting late and I’m feeling tired.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jungkook passed you the keys and you two went outside.

Locking the door behind you two, you waved him off awkwardly before heading inside your house. It felt like the walk of shame and it might as well be that way because of the fact you felt ashamed that the guy who kissed and got with every girl at uni didn’t even want you.

But, you didn’t care right now. You’ll try to sleep it off.

And sleeping it off did not happen.

You didn’t know why his sudden presence and actions were making you overthink. You never cared about anyone’s actions or thoughts about you. You never did so why was he any different?

That is the question that went through your mind even on Monday when you walked into your first class. Nali was by your side helping you understand, but she even felt helpless for not being able to help you properly. Though, she did come to a conclusion on her own that you were developing feelings and you didn’t want to admit that to yourself. Of course, she wouldn’t tell you. You would get scared so she kept her theory—which she knew wasn’t—to herself.

You kept yourself in the library, away from everyone. You were currently reading the pages of the book Mr. Kim assigned, but you couldn’t even read the words without thinking back on what happened two days ago.

You were dozing off, the quietness of your surroundings making you do so. As you drifted off, you felt someone stand by you.

“Um, hey.”

You looked up and came to find Jimin, a popular senior who had been in some of your classes and even helped you once when you had way too many books. He was also the guy Nali was in love with. “Oh, hi. What can I help you with?”

“I actually came here because of someone,” Jimin winced as he heard the words come out of his mouth. He heard you sigh and knew that you knew who it was. “Um, are you guys okay? He seemed down today.”

“He seemed down?” You were taken aback at the revelation and shook your head. “No, no, no. His words hurt and he knows what those words are. So, tell him he has my number and he can text or call me, not bring his friend to talk for him.”

You rolled your eyes, standing up and heading towards the bathroom because you weren’t going to leave the damn library at all.

Jimin snickered as he heard your words and quickly scurried off to tell Jungkook who was not so patiently waiting with Yujun. He was biting his nails and he ignored the girls who wanted to talk to him, his own thoughts being the only thing he needed to worry about

“So, what did she say?” He asked as soon as Jimin stood in the front of the two. He placed his hands on his hips, shaking his head.

“You’re fucked,” he simply stated and Jungkook groaned. “She said that you have her phone number and that you can talk to her instead of sending me to talk to her for you. I told you, didn’t I? And guess what? You didn’t listen to me.”

“Whatever,” Jungkook breathed out, rolling his eyes as he sat on a nearby bench. “What the hell am I supposed to do?”

“You can make her something or do something that will show her you’re intensely sorry,” Jimin suggested, shrugging his shoulders as he sat next to the tattooed man, waving at some seniors who waved at him. “Do you sing?”

“I mean, yeah,” Jungkook nodded. Jimin squinted his eyes.

“Sing right now.” Jungkook did so and Jimin hummed in satisfaction, nodding his head. “Okay, then. Make her a song or something. Let her know that you’re genuinely sorry and it’s not just some stupid ass excuse.”

“Alright, alright,” Jungkook groaned, standing up. He glanced at the two and he looked around the campus. “Come on. I know what we can do.”

Shortly after, Jungkook was seen panting, out of breath as he tried looking for you everywhere. He had finished what he had been doing with Jimin and Yujun and 4 hours had passed since Jimin last saw you.

Jungkook knew your schedule by heart at this point since Hanni had given Yujun your schedule who then passed it to him. He was losing it and he was desperate to look for you, already planning what to say to you and give to you.

He received looks from girls he hooked up with as he ran from building to building, eyes running themselves on the faces he was met with, holding onto his phone rather tightly with the thing he wants to show you.

He remembered from Jimin recalling his previous events about you being in the library, but he didn’t think you’d still be in there since Jimin said you had left. Though, he was tired and he wasn’t giving up any time soon, so he jogged towards the library, a place he didn’t go to.

He looked everywhere for you. He checked the first floor, the second, and then he reached the 3rd floor. He eyed the desks by the shelves of books, making sure he wasn’t missing your figure.

He stopped in his footsteps, though, once he saw you reading something so intensely, furiously flipping page after page as you frowned at what you were reading.

Thankfully, because of how into the book you were, you didn’t hear his footsteps nor his panting. He watched you and the way you gasped at some type of event that occurred in the book and he even heard you muttering words to yourself about what you were reading. He smiled, but he remembered he had something to do.

Coming from behind you, he grabbed his headphones and placed them over your ears, watching you jump. You didn’t scream—he considered himself lucky—but he almost did when he felt you hitting him out of self-defense.

“Ow!” He whispered, ignoring the looks you two received from students studying. He gave you a perplexed expression. “Listen to the music instead of hitting me!”

You glared at him before doing so, noticing that he turned it up until you raised a hand to tell him to stop. You didn’t recognize the song at first, but then you recognized the lyrics and the music and then the voice.

“Is this you singing?” You whispered as quietly as you could, knowing that you couldn’t hear yourself. Jungkook nodded and he watched your facial expressions morphed into a happy one to one of disbelief to one of excitement and then back to the happy expression. He continued observing nervously until you took the headphones off, fixing your messy hair. You eyed him. “So, what was that for?”

“I’m sorry for what happened after I dropped you off at your house,” he said almost as if it was difficult for him, and it was. He never apologized. If anything, he was always the one breaking things off with a girl and then dropping her to be with another girl. And here he was, close to losing it. “You didn’t deserve the way I handled things and you didn’t deserve having one of my friend’s come up to you and talk to you for me when I could’ve done that. I’m sorry for the fact I said words that made you misunderstand me when I could’ve been clearer. I’m sorry.”

You looked at his pleading figure and sighed. You gave him one more glance before nodding. “I forgive you. But next time, be clear about what you want instead of actually hurting my feelings.”

He grinned and grabbed your hands in his, his rings causing goosebumps to rise in your arms due to the coldness of them.

“Let’s get out of here, yeah?” He asked and you looked down at your book before turning to look at him with a sad face.

“But, I was getting in the interesting part.”

He chuckled and grabbed a chair, sitting next to you, and he placed the side of his head to rest on his propped up hand.

“Mhm, tell me about it.”

You gave him one last look and he nodded, reassuring you he didn’t mind if you ranted about the book. You did so after making sure he was comfortable and tried your hardest to stay quiet. It was almost impossible since the book had you quite heated, but Jungkook kept his hands still clasped with yours.

“And it pisses me off,” you scoffed.

“Yeah?” He looked at your lips as you licked them, a smile still plastered on his face as he tilts his head to the side, a smirk now replacing the smile. “Tell me more. I’m listening, pretty.”

You didn’t know how you ended up in this position with the perfect guy not so far from you, his eyes closed as he relished in the sound of the waves and the laughter of children.

You were currently with Jungkook, missing your next few classes to be with him on this secluded part of the beach. Thankfully, there had been grass not so far from the sand and water, so you two sat on the grass by a tree.

It was quiet between you two. A comfortable silence. But, you knew he wanted to ask something so you looked at him.

“Yes?”

“What?” He seemed taken aback by your sudden words, but he regained his composure once you looked his way.

“You have something to say, so say it.”

He frowned, eyes running around as if he was debating whether he should ask what he wanted to. He blurted it out, “What’s your excuse?”

“For?”

“For acting the way we do?” He continued. “For being this person who gets feared, loved, and hated.”

You sighed and leaned your head back. “I don’t like to do what people expect me to do.” He nodded along. “I don’t understand why I have to live up to other people’s expectations rather than my own.”

“So that’s why you’re blunt in the beginning to display the real you and see if people stay or not?” Jungkook asked and you hid the smile on your lips at the way he read you.

“Something like that.”

He breathlessly chuckled. “Then you’re doing a shitty job.”

“How so?”

“Because your attitude made me want to stay and see who you really are,” he nudged his shoulder against yours. “You intrigued me simply by telling me off.”

You lightly laughed. “I just have that type of vibe.”

He playfully rolled his eyes before he quieted down along with you. You could sense he had more to ask and you were right when he took a deep breath in and asked his next question.

“Did that stem from your mother’s attitude?” He questioned and you inhaled and exhaled at his very abrupt question. You glanced at him before looking away.

“My dad left me, my sister, and my mom,” you shrugged as if it was nothing. “I couldn’t grieve him, in a way, you know? And it sucks that you have to grieve a person very much alive but had changed throughout the years.”

“I get that,” Jungkook commented, looking down at his hands before glancing back at you, knowing that you were going somewhere with your story.

“My mom was hurt by it,” you continued, looking off to the beach in front of you. “Hanni, too, so I dismissed my feelings to take care of them. I got myself ready for school very early, made them breakfast, and woke them up. I made sure my mom went to work and I made sure Hanni was ready for school. It would be the same later when I had to make dinner and I had to make sure my mom ate because she fell into a hole that she couldn’t get out of. After all, she was sure she and my dad would last forever.”

“Did you even have time to process his leave?” Jungkook questioned, eyeing your expression and movements. You shook your head, clearing your throat to get rid of the pain in your throat since you were keeping your tears in. You fidgeted with your hands.

“I was too busy making sure my family was okay.”

“But you were a child,” Jungkook softly told you. “You didn’t have to act like an adult and dismiss your feelings to take care of someone who’s supposed to take care of you and your sister. That wasn’t your job.”

“If I didn’t do what I did,” you started, giving him a sad smile as he continued watching you. You looked away, “I don’t think my mom would’ve made it.”

You two stayed silent shortly after your words. He was processing your words and understood that you were the way you were—which wasn’t a bad thing—because of the fact you had to grow up way too quickly. You knew that you had to step in because otherwise, you and your sister wouldn’t have had a parent.

“I became someone people looked up to,” you softly mumbled out, tongue running itself over your lips. You internally sighed, though, when you remembered you had put on gloss. “I help them realize the wrongs and rights in relationships because I don’t want nobody else to suffer through what my mom suffered because of someone who berated them until they became a walking corpse. After my mom got out of the hole, she… realized what I had been doing but she didn’t exactly acknowledge it at the same time so, she put pressure on me and tries to control me a lot because she couldn’t control my dad leaving, you know?”

“I know,” Jungkook quietly coughed out as he thought about your words. He sighed, head looking up before he laid on the grass, fingers running themselves over the blades of it, closing his eyes. “I’m not proud of sleeping around with girls.”

“Then why do you do it?” You genuinely questioned, watching his lips parting to let out words was slowly forming in his head.

“I don’t exactly know,” he continued, answering your question with a tone that supported his words. “But, it was always… a fear of commitment, I guess. If I sleep around, it’s most likely that I will regain a reputation that will protect me in a sense. No one will want to commit.”

“What’s so bad about committing to someone?” You asked, looking at him from under your lashes. He hummed and moved to his side, arm supporting his weight.

“My mother cheated on my dad,” he replied. “I had gone through her phone to play some video games because at that point I was 14 and I had my phone taken away.” He laughed a little as he recounted the memory. “I was playing and I remembered I saw a message and somebody had sent her red hearts, but it wasn’t my dad. I didn’t think much of it until she received more messages. I was left with the guilt of knowing and not sharing.”

“Did you ever tell your dad?”

Jungkook snorted and nodded. “I told him. I was tired of her pretending everything was okay when it wasn’t. She was telling me that my dad was cheating, wanting me to picture him in a different light so I told my dad. He heard me, understood my view of the situation because he had noticed her acting suspicious, but he still stayed so I stayed quiet, too. But, the arguments started and my dad brought the guy up—the one she was cheating on him with—every chance he could get to make a point. I had to step in, stop them, but I gave up once again when I realized it was a never ending cycle. So, my dad started cheating, too, and they separated shortly after.”

“Do you ever regret telling your dad?” You raised an eyebrow and he shrugged, playing with a leaf in his hands.

“Nope,” he simply said, popping the word loud enough for his words to be insinuated as one of relief. “I would feel more guilt if I didn’t tell him. After all, that separation made him get a decent girlfriend but it made him and my mom shitty parents. Neglected me a lot as a teenager so, I eventually stopped caring, and hung out with my grandparents.”

“I’m sorry you had to go through that,” he smiled at your genuine words, sitting up. “You didn’t have to go through that at a young age.”

“I have always been afraid of committing to someone,” he said, scooting closer to you. You watched him and now it was his turn to look at you from underneath his lashes. A small smile was on his lips while he glanced between you and the leaf in his hand. “For the days we have been talking and getting to know one another, being with you, getting to know you—as cheesy as it sounds—I have fallen in love with who you are. Commitment doesn’t sound as scary as it used to that if anything were to happen—and I hope not—I am not afraid of you breaking my heart.”

“You love me?” You breathed out as if not believing those words were coming out of your lips. You seemed taken aback and he brought his face closer to yours, eyes running themselves over your face. His hand went up, placing itself on your right cheek, forehead meeting yours. His eyes closed, letting out a small sigh that touched your own lips.

“I love the me I am whenever I’m with you,” your heart hammered against your chest and you wondered if he could hear it since he was so close to you. “You make me feel safe and you feel like home, baby. I love knowing that I have someone like you by my side.”

“I fell in love with you since you denied my kiss,” you shakily admitted, hand going up to be placed on top of his. You closed your eyes as his lips moved towards your face, kissing your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, to the middle of your eyebrows, and to your neck. “Promise me you won’t hurt me?”

He stayed quiet and your eyes opened, gulping down your nerves. He hummed, looking up at you. “I promise. You won’t hurt me?”

“I would never.”

Shortly afterward, he took you home, night overcoming you two. His jacket was placed over your shoulders and his hand was intertwined with yours as he led you towards your front door.

“So,” he started, his other hand in his front pocket, “Jimin is throwing a farewell party.”

“Oh, yeah, huh?” You clicked your tongue as you shook your head. “It’s his last year…”

“And Taehyung’s, too,” Jungkook slightly teased, knowing your intense dislike towards the man. You rolled your eyes.

“Thank goodness,” you dramatically breathed out while your free hand placed itself on your chest. “But, what about Jimin’s party?”

“Come with me,” Jungkook suggested. “I want to show you off.”

“I very much feel like arm candy.”

Jungkook snorted. “I want to reassure you in a way that I’m moving past my immature ways of sleeping around by showing I’m officially committed to you.”

“So, I’m your girlfriend now?” You wiggled your eyebrows teasingly, chuckling when he smiled.

“I’m going to prepare something for you,” he answered. “I want you to be my girlfriend but you deserve so much than me asking you here. Trust me, okay?”

“Okay,” you smiled, kissing him.

“So you’re coming with me?”

“I will if,” he raised his brows, “you buy me a milkshake.”

He snorted and rapidly nodded. “You know I will. I like spoiling my girl.”

He gave you a big kiss on the lips, letting out a loud “mwah” over the sound of crickets nearby. You slightly giggled at his antics and looked towards your house.

“Stop, you’re going to wake up my mom.”

“Eh, she can wake up, I want to kiss you.” He continued doing so, peppering your face with either small or big kisses. You took them all happily. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow. Sound good?”

“No, don’t leave me,” you dragged out the last few words, holding on tightly to his inked arm. He grinned at your actions and kissed your head.

“We’ll see each other tomorrow, pretty,” he leaned down again to kiss you and you responded back. “Yeah? That sound good?”

“Mhm, sounds good.”

“See you tomorrow, baby. We’ll call tonight after I take a shower.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

“Bye, Mom,” you waved her off as you headed towards the door with Nali, a small smile tilted on her lips. “I’m going to a party with Nali.”

You closed the door behind you just in time to hear your mother’s voice, her tone telling you she clearly didn’t believe you. “That’s a funny joke!”

“How long is it going to take for her to know that you’re not joking?” Nali questioned with a breathy chuckle escaping her red lips, smiling widely once she came to find Jimin getting out of the backseat, waving at him. Your eyes were on the bracelets you adorned, fixing some tangled ones.

“Honestly, right about now,” you snickered along with her, already knowing how your mom processes news that catch her off guard. After all, her secluded daughter is going on her second house party and she didn’t even have to make her go.

You smiled next once Jungkook came out of the driver’s seat, trying so hard not to ogle at the way his clothes looked on him. He was wearing a black button-up with a few buttons undone that exposed his collarbones and chest, and black jeans that hugged his legs well. He was wearing his usual combat boots, gaining a bit more height like he always does when he wears them.

“Before I compliment how beautiful you look,” he started as soon as he stood in front of you, his hands clasped behind his back. “I got you,” he stuck out his hand, a necklace dangling from his finger, “a necklace.”

You softly gasped at the dainty silver necklace, a small blue pendant glistening under the lampposts surrounding your neighborhood. He cleared his throat and gestured towards his neck, making you aware that he, too, was wearing an identical one, letting you know that you two were going to match.

“They’re so pretty!” You fawned over them, your smile widening at the gift. You looked at the other hand behind his back and squinted your eyes. “What do you have in your other hand?”

“I was going to take you out to eat first on a little date,” he chuckled before his eyes turned to glare at Jimin, “but someone here offered to be picked up to see his girlfriend. Even though the party is hosted by him!”

He yelled the last few words over his shoulder, obviously wanting Jimin to know he was talking about him.

“Shut up, asshole!” The man yelled back.

You and Nali glanced at each other. Of course, as best friends, your boyfriends would bicker. It was exactly how you two would get along, too.

“Anyway,” Jungkook sighed, waving him off before continuing to smile at you and showcasing the thing behind his back. “Obviously, you forgot that you wanted a milkshake.”

You gasped, immediately grasping it. “Gimme!”

Jungkook lowly chuckled and watched as you sipped it, relief displaying on your face at coming to feel the coolness settle in your stomach.

“Good?” He questioned you, and you nodded enthusiastically, very happy and excited that he really bought you a milkshake. He dipped his head down, capturing your lips and mumbling words between kisses. “I’m happy you like it. Now turn around for me.”

You did so; his cold hands, having been holding onto the milkshake, placed themselves on your hips to guide you. He tentatively placed the necklace on your neck, his fingers slightly grazing the exposed skin as he made sure the object wasn’t pulling on your hair.

After putting it on, you two made sure that Jimin and Nali were distracted enough so they wouldn’t ruin the intimate moment you two were sharing with one another. Thankfully, they were still holding onto each other, laughing and whispering in each other’s ear.

You and Jungkook gave each other sideways glances, weirded out.

“Are we going to turn out like that?” You asked, raising an eyebrow as he went to go stand behind you again. You two mindlessly stared at the couple, scrunching your noses when they shamelessly made out like starving people.

He snorted. “Hopefully not.” He kissed your temple, turning you around while wrapping an arm around your waist as he brought you closer. “But knowing how we both are with one another, we’re going to be exactly like that, and I don’t mind it.”

You slightly giggled at his words, wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing him closer. “We’re going to be late.”

“I don’t mind if it means I get to continue kissing you.” A humorous look was etched on his face before his lips met yours as soon as you were about to speak. The affect of his lip ring grazing your lips caused the usual shiver you always get when it does so. You hit his arm, though, once you felt him smiling in the kiss. He chuckled. “Your reaction is cute.”

“Shut up.” You playfully pushed him away from you, his hand gripping your arm to bring you closer again. You smiled up at him before turning to look at the other two, who were now laughing very loudly. “Are you two done?”

“Yep.” Nali sheepishly grinned at you. She glanced between you and Jungkook, wiggling her brows. “Are you two done making out?”

“I-” You pursed your lips and squinted at her. “Get in the car, you big dummies.”

The three laughed at your words but they got in. You sat on the passenger seat, the other two sat on the back, and Jungkook was on the driver’s seat, making sure you were wearing your seatbelt.

Nali and Jimin continued to make out, and you and Jungkook grimaced at hearing them kiss. The man quickly gave you his phone in hopes you could find a song—any song—that would help drown out the sounds.

“Also,” you spoke, your thumb hovering over your choice of song, “why did you make Jimin sit in the back?”

Jimin scoffed as he separated from Nali. “Your boyfriend here made me sit in the back because he said the passenger seat was just for you.”

“I don’t want you as my passenger princess,” Jungkook rolled his eyes, driving off from the parking lot of your home, his hand immediately meeting yours.

“Okay, but what if I wanted to be one?” Jimin continued to ask. “What if I also like to be spoiled, hmm?”

“Jimin, shut up.” Jungkook glanced at him through his rear view mirror, glaring at him. Jimin could only wave him off, paying attention to Nali again. Jungkook looked at you. “Can you believe him?”

“I can totally see Jimin as a passenger princess,” you hummed, imagining a perfect picture of Jimin. Jungkook hummed along with you, also painting that picture in his head. You two shivered. “Never mind.”

“Stop thinking about me, you weirdos.”

It wasn’t long before you all arrived at Jimin’s home. It still came as a shock to every one of you—except Jimin, of course—once you remembered that Jimin, along with Taehyung, had money. The mansion (clearly not his, as he had stated before that he lived in a penthouse) was now overcome with colors and bodies coming in and out of the house, red cups being sorted on their hands.

Your hand was intertwined with Jungkook’s as soon as you all got out of the car, twirling around the anxiety ring he had bought for you since you liked twirling his other rings even though they did not twirl.

You looked around. “I forgot you’re rich as hell.”

“I forgot, too.” Jungkook shook his head, almost as if he were dazed at the sight in front of him, and you wouldn’t have blamed him if he was. You were too entranced by the house to even hear Jimin’s words.

“I want to go in every room and jump in the bed.”

The trio laughed at your words, and it wasn’t long before Jimin and Nali left to go inside, leaving you and Jungkook outside to enjoy each other’s company.

“So,” he glanced at you, eyes withholding amusement as you scrunched your nose at a person coming to throw up in the beautiful garden, “stay by my side and hold my hand, please?”

You smiled and nodded, doing so. “As long as you don’t leave me, either. Don’t lose me in the crowd, and don’t let Taehyung talk to me.”

He snorted, his hands meeting your waist again as if they were magnets. “I won’t let him do that. I’ll beat the shit out of him if I have to, okay?”

“For me?” You looked at him through your lashes, and he lightly groaned, placing his forehead on yours as the palm of his inked hand placed itself on the left side of your face.

“Stop looking at me like that,” he mumbled, his breath hitting your lips.

“Looking at you like what?” You questioned him, your hand coming to meet the back of his head, your nails running themselves over his scalp, trailing down towards the nape of his neck.

“Looking at me with those eyes,” he answered, softly kissing you as yours, and his eyes closed at the feeling. “You affect me so much, I’ll do anything you ask me to if you simply look at me like that, baby.”

You grinned at your words, and he did, too. You two kissed outside of the shaking house.

“Let’s go inside so we can enjoy tonight,” you muttered against his lips, feeling him nod. You glanced over his shoulder and then down at your dress. “I have to fix my dress, but there are people coming outside.”

“Just fix it; I’ll cover you, okay?” You nodded at his words, smiling a bit shyly as he kissed you again.

He stood in front of you, glaring at whoever looked your way, hands crossed over his chest. Since he had raised his sleeves up so they could rest by his elbows, his tattoos were on full display, intimidating those who looked at him or you. You almost laughed, though, at seeing how serious he was about making sure you were out of people’s eyesight. He was like your personal bodyguard, but one you kissed here and there.

“There,” you smiled at him, watching you over his shoulder to make sure you were okay and to make sure a creep wasn’t trying to stare at you from behind. “I’m pretty sure you scared everyone away, so I’m okay.”

“Good.”

You two walked inside the house, hands intertwined, to showcase your relationship. Half of the girls that Jungkook had hooked up with didn’t hide their distaste for you, but you didn’t care as the other half came to greet you.

Jungkook could simply stand back, smiling as he watched girl’s swoon over you and the way you looked in your dress. He couldn’t help but mentally agree with their compliments.

“Jungkook!” Jungkook turned around to find two familiar faces.

“Hyung!” He exclaimed excitedly, hugging the man. How have you been? I haven’t seen you in a year!”

Hoseok chuckled at the boy’s enthusiasm, and he shrugged a bit. “I’ve been good! I opened up the dance studio I’ve been talking to you about. I’ve been focusing my time on that.”

“Are you here alone?”

“Yoongi finally agreed to come,” Hoseok answered, gesturing towards the said figure who was talking to Jimin and Nali. “You know the dude is an old man at heart. I had to tell him about you and the girl, and then did he want to see for himself.”

“He’s so nosy, he literally saw her when he was working at Moon 7,” Jungkook chuckled, shaking his head at the revelation. He glanced at you. “I would introduce you to my girl, but her friends are keeping her busy.”

Hoseok looked at where you stood, and you were in fact being kept busy. The girls seemed to be talking to you about something, and they all listened intently to every word you spilled. He eyed Jungkook’s starstruck expression and patted him on the shoulder.

“You did good, kid,” he smiled. “Yoongi and I were afraid you’d get a girl pregnant or just end up doing something stupid.”

Jungkook snorted. “I wouldn’t stoop that low, you know that.” He looked at you once more and saw that you had gestured towards him. “But, I did do something stupid.”

“Whatever you did,” Hoseok started, “I’m sure it will all get resolved. Except cheating, then you’re by yourself there, bud.”

“Alright, alright,” Jungkook snorted before his palm met Hoseok’s face, pushing him away. “Go away. She’s coming here.”

“I’ll come back later, you brat, and you better introduce me then. Got it?”

“Yes, hyung, now go,” Jungkook pushed him away by his shoulders, dragging out the last word until Hoseok was out of eye shot. You came towards him and smiled confusedly, staring at the figure who had previously been seen with him. “Hey, sorry, that was my old friend, Hobi. I was going to introduce him but, he needed to meet another friend.”

“Aw, I would’ve loved to say hi,” you admitted, frowning before staring back at him, hands holding his. “So, are we going to eat?”

“Baby, there’s alcohol and you want to eat?” He questioned in a surprise manner, though, it wasn’t meant in a mean way. You nodded with a small smile on your face, your stomach grumbling. He chuckled. “Come on. Let’s go see what we can find. If we can’t find anything, we’ll get out of here and go eat, okay?”

“You wouldn’t mind?”

He shook his head, eyes slightly closing while he pursed his lips. “No. Being with you is much more important than just hanging out in a place where I could barely hear you.”

“You just want to get out of here,” you teased and he grinned, nodding.

“Let’s go find you some food.”

You two walked off and pushed through the body of college students who blocked your pathway. You even came across your sister and her boyfriend who now noticed you and Jungkook.

You briefly waved at them and they waved back, and with one last glance, you turned to look at the man in front of you, his eyes darting around the room.

He hummed to himself as he came to find the kitchen and he turned to look back at you, noting the way your eyes lit up at the fancy snacks. A crowd of people stood near you two, drinking, their conversation going through one ear to another as you ate here and there. Jungkook ate with you.

“Their conversation is very intense,” he whispered and you, being just as nosy as him, nodded in full agreement.

As you listened, he caught you in surprise when he wrapped an arm around your torso and lifted you so you could sit on the kitchen island. He immediately stood in between your legs, hands holding, while you continued to listen.

You softly gasped in his ear. “He cheated on her with her own brother!”

“That is so low,” he lowly whistled, shaking his head. “Impressive and good for him for coming out but, with his girlfriend’s brother? And, while in a relationship ? That has got to hurt.”

“Wow, I’m still in shock.”

“I’m more in shock in the fact that we are that couple,” Jungkook snickered, starting to pepper your neck with kisses. “I wouldn’t want to be nosy with no one else other than you.”

“Mhm, you better.”

You two relished in being in each other’s arms, ignoring everything in the background. It seemed surreal to both of you that not so long you didn’t even know of each other’s existence, of the other’s presence, but now here you were, totally and utterly in love with him just like he was with you.

He bit his lower lip and with his head placed in your shoulder, he lightly gripped your waist before his hands traveled to rub your thighs up and down. He brought you even closer to him. “You really look beautiful by the way.”

“We look like we’re going to a funeral,” you tantalized him in a soft tone, to give him the idea you were playing around. Your own hands went to hold onto his biceps. “I love it, though.”

“I’m just happy you came with me,” he said, leaning down to kiss you. “Though,” he muttered against your lips, “a simple little date where we stay home and watch movies sounds so good.”

“Those boots are going to kill you since they have a small heel,” you commented, glancing at his boots. He clicked his tongue and shrugged, slightly swaying you two to the beat of the music you noticed playing. “I don’t know, it makes you look very attractive. Even more attractive.”

“Mhm, yeah, correct yourself,” he lightly pinched the skin of your waist, nudging his nose with yours. “You shouldn’t be talking when you look so gorgeous. So beautiful.”

“Keep complimenting me and I’ll assume you’ll get on your knees for me.”

“I mean,” he dragged out the words, leaning back a bit before he started to lean down. Your mouth opened a bit and you immediately swatted his arm, urging him to stand up. He laughed, doing so. “Hey, I’m just trying to basically worship you and the ground you’re walking on.”

You tried hiding the fact that his words affected you, your body feeling warmth and sudden nervousness out of nowhere. You avoided eye contact.

“Shut up.”

You two continued slight swaying compared to how the others danced, foreheads leaning against one another as you two continued finding the comfort of the other’s presence.

As he felt you slightly fidgeting due to the fact that your butt was slightly starting to hurt, he picked you up again, and let you place your feet on the ground.

It wasn’t long before the song on the playlist—most likely Jimin’s playlist—finished bouncing off the walls, the chattering and adrenaline of every person there finally felt. A happy smile found its way to your lips as you felt Jungkook keep his hands glued to your waist, not daring to let you go. But, he watched your facial expression morph into one of shock and surprise when a new song started playing, one you knew too well. And he did, too.

“I-” You could muster to let out. “Why is my favorite song playing?”

“I called in a favor!” Jungkook now yelled over the loud music. He gestured towards your dear friend’s figure who was dancing along with Jimin’s. “She told Jimin to add it to the list for you after we talked and wanted to make this the best experience for you.”

“Thank you,” you breathed out, wrapping your arms around his neck to show how much it meant to you. He smiled and hugged you back, arms wrapping themselves tightly around your waist and bringing you closer to him again.

As you two swayed to the music, his lips were close to your ear. “I hope you’re enjoying this!”

“I am,” you said, feeling bad at having to yell in his ear because of the loud music. “Though, I don’t think us swaying to this type of music is appropriate since it’s very up-beat!”

“I think us being this close is perfectly fine,” he chuckled, staring down at you. You glanced at his lips, his tongue running itself over his lip ring. “Unless you think I have cooties and want to get away from me.”

He took his hands away from your waist, chuckling again when you whined that he needed to put them back. So he did, arms wrapping themselves back in their place around your waist while the side of his face was slightly lean against your head.

“You know,” he started, keeping you close to him, “I… I wasn’t sleeping around with half of these girls or having to take care of a girl I got pregnant.” You two laughed at the rumor that was spread. “I wasn’t skipping classes, too, because I was out doing drugs. My dad was struggling with paying bills and so I started to help, I was working. I was dealing with it well because of the counselor’s help, though, she’s a bit weird.”

“Ah, yes, she is,” a breathy chuckle escaped your lips at his words as your head rose up to look at him. “But, does it not bother you how they spread these false rumors?”

“I never cared,” Jungkook replied, shrugging. “I know the truth and my family knows the truth. As long as those close to me never believe them, I don’t entirely care about those who don’t know me and believe the rumors.”

A ghost of a smile spread on your lips. “I believe that, too.”

You two grinned at one another, but as soon as you opened your mouth to speak, your date was now being led away by Taehyung. You frowned and stood not so far from them, glancing at Nali who started to slow down her dance movements as soon as she saw Taehyung with Jungkook.

“Hey,” Taehyung scoffed. “What’s Hanni doing here with that asshead?” Jungkook rolled his eyes and sighed as he listened to him. “I didn’t pay you to take out Y/n so some little punk could take out Hanni.”

You froze in your steps at coming to hear those words, eyes meeting those of Jungkook’s who looked over Taehyung’s frame to look at you. His lips were parted, unsaid words not daring to cross them. His chest painfully twisted as soon as he saw your eyes glaze under the lights of the room, knowing fully well that it’s because of him.

“I was just a bet…?” You questioned, a frown now etched on your face.

Jungkook doesn’t know what to say. He doesn’t. For the first time, he has nothing to say, and it hurts you even more. “Y/n, it doesn’t…”

You shook your head, a sigh escaping your lips. You simply walked away, pushing past the couples who now seemed like they were laughing straight at your face, embarrassment flooding your body and feelings. You heard Jungkook right behind you, your name being shouted out through the loud music. But now, you don’t want to hear a single thing coming out of the lips you enjoyed kissing and eyeing. Not a single word.

Your amazing best friend, Nali, watches your departed figure with Jungkook chasing after you. She frowned and she looked at Jimin who also noticed. He walked towards Yujun, his brother talking to someone while he waited for Hanni to come back from the restroom, tapping him on the shoulder.

“Hey,” Jimin finally caught his attention, gesturing towards your retreating figures and towards Taehyung, “shit has happened.”

Yujun glared at Taehyung’s own figure because although everything started so he could date Hanni, it wasn’t fair for Taehyung to go and hurt people.

“Yujun, don’t do anything stupid,” Nali called out, sighing as she knew her words fell to deaf ears. She and Jimin followed after his brother, hearing him call after Taehyung. They glanced at one another, knowing it wasn’t going to end well and someone would end up hurt. They knew that Yujun was most likely going to end up hurt.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Yujun eyed Taehyung as soon as the man turned to look at him.

“No, what the hell is wrong with you?” Taehyung pushed him, Yujun continuing to glare at the man, standing his ground. “You’re gonna pay. You and that bitch.”

“Just say you’re a jealous little shit,” Yujun spat out, pushing him back with the same force Taehyung had used.

Taehyung let out a sarcastic chuckle before he raised his fist, punching Yujun. The boy groaned, landing on his older brother who grabbed him to make sure he wasn’t entirely hurt, bleeding—he was indeed bleeding—or had something broken.

“Get up, you were all talk just now, get up!” Taehyung went to take a step forward to the boy leaning against his brother, but a tap on his shoulder made him turn, eyes glaring at the girl he was insulting not so long ago. “What?”

But before he could receive a proper answer, Hanni punched him straight in the nose, a grunt escaping his lips as soon as he felt the pain traveling around his face.

“Hanni, don’t,” Nali tried preventing the girl from being harmed, knowing full well that you would have her ass if you watched her sister in the hands of danger.

“No, he hurt my sister,” Hanni pushed her arm away from her sister’s friend’s grip. “You made my date bleed. I know you tried hurting me, but you’re just an egotistical piece of shit.”

Hanni watched him fall on the ground on his knees, clutching his nose. Everyone who had surrounded them all seemed to disperse, getting back to dancing while some girls and boys went to help Taehyung.

“Are you okay?” Hanni immediately headed towards Yujun who nodded his head, wrapping his arms around her. He brought her closer to his body, just thankful she wasn’t hurt in any way. Though, when he exhaled through his mouth, his breath hit the wound now on his lip.

“Go with Nali and make sure your sister is okay,” Yujun breathed out. Hanni frowned at him, already moving, but she still wanted to make sure he was okay. “I’m okay. Go.”

Hanni and Nali wouldn’t be able to do much as you kept running away from Jungkook who was still following after you, apologies spilling out of his mouth.

“Please, just give me a chance to—”

“You were paid to take me out not just by a random guy, but by the one person I truly hate,” you said, your frown deepening as you fully processed everything, memories now running through your mind. “I believed you, Jungkook. I truly believed you wanted me.”

His parted lips were twitching, wanting to yell at you that he thought of you from the moment he woke up to the moment he would go to sleep. Then, would he dream of you and him and what you two could’ve been in the future. He was infatuated with you. “Y/n, it wasn’t like that.”

“Then tell me how it was like,” you breathed out and he watched the way your facial expression morphed into one of hurt. “I fell for you. Hard. You’re someone everyone wants and despite everything, I was happy I got you, but everything was just a lie and it hurts. It hurts knowing that you started to talk to me because you got paid to do so and it hurts knowing you stayed, getting me to open up to you, to be vulnerable in front of you. Were you going to get a bonus because you slept with me?”

“No, no!” Jungkook shook his head. “I didn’t care about the money. I cared about you! I started caring for you.“

“Don’t give me that bullshit, Jungkook. It doesn’t excuse the fact that you used me,” your chest was heaving up and down as you tried to calm down your breathing. It hurt you, so much, and there was a pang of pain that traveled down your throat to your chest. Your lips slightly quivered as you shook your head. “I thought you loved me.“

“Baby, I do,” he tried reaching for you but you took a step back. You shook your head, waving him off as you didn’t dare meet his eyes, not wanting to see every moment you spent with him, laughing and crying, flash in front of them. You didn’t want to see the good memories that made you fall for him inside the eyes that withheld the guilt of using you to get money. “I do. I love you. I-I just…“

You looked at his face as he shut his eyes tightly, brain looking for the right words. His hand was already pinching the skin of his forehead, rings glistening under the lights much like your eyes were.

You sighed and he looked at you.

“If you truly loved me, you wouldn’t have continued taking that money,” you breathed out before pointing at his chest, “you wouldn’t have hurt me like this.” You let out a shaky breath and gulped, stepping away. “I don’t want to see you ever again.”

His hand immediately went to reach for you, but you continued taking steps back. “Y/n—”

“Just tell me something,” you said, meeting his gaze. He couldn’t bear look at your crestfallen look, one he knew he caused because of his stupid actions. “Did you mean anything you said? All those days we hung out together and we talked and we talked?”

But although he wanted to yell so loud “yes”, he knew that you wouldn’t take that as an answer and you wouldn’t listen to him. He was wrong, though, because you wanted to hear confirmation that at least everything you spoke about was real, that everything you spoke about came from him and not the money talking.

He didn’t speak, so you scoffed a little and turned around. “You promised not to hurt me, Jungkook.” You dropped your arms to your side. “Do not try to talk to me.”

His parted lips let out a shaky breath, chest tightening in pain at your words and retreating figure. He should follow after you. He should. But he was frozen, shoes glued to the floor and words getting stuck in his throat.

He hit the railing of the stairs he was standing by, palm stinging at the contact. He let out a deep sigh as his hands clutched the metal, continuing to stare at the back of your head with unsaid words not daring to leave his mouth.

He turned around to rest his back against a wall, fingers now pinching the bridge of his nose. He could feel the way his eyes stung with tears, blinking them away almost immediately when he heard footsteps heading his way.

“Hey,” he looked up and came to find Jimin and Yujun, their dates having followed after you, leaving them to find one another. “We’re sorry at how things went.”

Jungkook tried to muster up courage to smile at them reassuringly, but much like his feet, his lips stayed in place and he didn’t dare try to move them.

“It was going to happen eventually,” he muttered, tongue running itself over his lips starting to dry from the amount of breaths he was letting in. “I couldn’t have hidden it from her even if I tried.”

“Yeah, but it shouldn’t have been revealed that way,” Jimin said, receiving a nod of agreement from Yujun.

Jungkook looked down at his hand, running his fingers over the tattoos on it, feeling the slight trace of your fingers over them.

“She had the right to know,” he looked at them and he could only look away once he saw their pitiful expressions. “It just should’ve been exposed in a less crowded place and not now… in front of everyone.”

“Did you really love her?” Jimin questioned, his voice above a whisper. Jungkook sighed.

“Everything about her,” he muttered, gulping his feelings away to get rid of the lump in his throat. The two men went to stand by her. “Where’s Taehyung?”

“With a broken nose,” Yujun chuckled, humor laced in his voice. Jungkook hummed in satisfaction at the answer. “Hanni punched him.”

It was Jungkook’s turn to chuckle. “Where is he, though?”

“I’m pretty sure he has enough injuries, Jungkook,” Jimin said, eyebrows raised at the boy while his hand placed itself on his firm chest—he felt— as he tried to leave. “Let’s just go, okay? You don’t need him suing you for hitting him.”

“I’ll handle it,” Jungkook hummed, walking past the two and heading towards the room with loud music playing. He looked around and spotted Taehyung almost immediately through the crowd forming around him. He bumped against people, pushing through all of them before grabbing the boy by the back of his neck. “Come on.”

“Listen, man, your girl’s stupid sister already dealt with me,” Taehyung tried to get away from his grip but Jungkook rolled his eyes, ignoring his words. “This is harassment. I will sue you.”

“Do it but I’ll still beat the shit out of you,” Jungkook hummed, glancing at him. Jimin and Yujun sped towards the two as soon as Jungkook push Taehyung against the wall. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“What?” Taehyung smirked, though he looked silly since he had tissue paper stuck on his nose to prevent the bleeding. “Trouble in paradise?”

“Why did you need to embarrass Y/n like that?” Jungkook gave him an expressionless look, eyebrows slightly raised as his hand still held onto the boy’s collar. “You could’ve told me later.”

Jungkook’s doe eyes, the ones who always looked around curiously and always used to make you wither in your seat out of nerves, now glared daggers into Taehyung’s face.

“You just didn’t want to tell her you got paid to take her out,” Taehyung said as he shrugged, clearly smug about how Jungkook was acting. “And hey, if I wasn’t going to have what I wanted, you weren’t going to get what you wanted either.”

The latter groaned, though, when Jungkook landed a punch on his stomach, air being taken out of his body. He landed in the floor, continuing to groan, as Jungkook scoffed at his figure, turning around to leave.

He glanced at the Park brothers and sighed.

“He deserved it.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to come with us?” Hanni asked as she stood in front of your seated figure on the stairs of the front of your house. “You’ll have fun with me and Yujun.”

“I’m okay,” you said, trying your hardest to reassure her with a smile. But the smile didn’t reach your eyes and it alerted her of your pain. Of course, you were still in pain. Everything that had happened, happened yesterday. “Enjoy your time at the carnival, okay?”

“We will.”

Yujun curtly waved at you as soon as he arrived to pick up your sister, and you did the same back. He and Hanni walked away, leaving you to stare down at your hands.

“So,” you looked up at coming to hear someone speak. You tightly smiled as you saw your mom, looking away to glance at the scenery in front of you, “where’s your sister going?”

“She’s going to go meet up with some bikers, big ones, full of sperm,” you sarcastically responded, watching her face morph into one of disgust. You snickered at her reaction. “She’s just going out with Yujun.”

“You’re very funny,” your mom snorted, shaking her head as she came to sit next to you. She watched as you stared down at your hands, eyes puffy from all the crying you have done. She nudged her shoulder against yours. “I’m guessing the party didn’t end well?”

“It just wasn’t what I was expecting,” you sadly smiled at her, trying your hardest to showcase you were okay.

“What happened?”

“The guy I was seeing just wasn’t the type of guy I thought he was,” you breathed out, pursing your lips. “He was so nice to me. Very. He made me feel… complete in a way.”

“I was always afraid of this,” your mom sighed, her shoulders dropping as she propped her legs towards her chest. “I was strict on things like this because I didn’t want you to go through whatever pain you’re going through right now.” You didn’t respond and your mom looked off. “I know it wasn’t easy when your dad left. Especially for you.”

“It wasn’t,” you admitted, shaking your head.

“I knew I failed as a mother when I saw you acting more like an adult than me.” You eyed her actions, noticing that admitting what she said wasn’t easy for her. “You were just 14 and here you were making sure I was ready for work while you got yourself and Hanni ready for school. You didn’t have to bear the burden of your father leaving.”

“I knew that it hurt you even more as much as it hurt us,” you muttered, frowning at the memories of you even having to cook so Hanni wouldn’t starve.

“I had lost him after I loved him for 20 years,” your mom shrugged as if it was nothing. “I was just wondering what I did wrong that made him leave.”

“You didn’t do anything. Dad just wasn’t… him anymore and yes, he left, but it’s important for us to move on from his stupid actions.”

“And what stupid actions did he do to you?” Your mom raised an eyebrow, her emphasis on the word “he” suggesting she was talking about Jungkook.

“I’m guessing Hanni mentioned to someone about your rule,” you breathed out, rolling your eyes at your sister’s actions. “Well, that person told the guy I was seeing and paid him to take me out, hence why he started seeing me in the first place.”

“Did you love him?”

“So much,” you snorted as if those words were the funniest thing ever. But you could only blink away the tears that threatened to spill again. “Why do boys suck?”

Your mom looked at you before wrapping an arm around your shoulders, placing her head on top of yours. “I don’t know, honey. But I’m here if you need anything. If you get with him or not, it’s not my business. I’ll just be here for you.”

“Thanks, Mom. Love you.”

“Love you.”

“Y/n!”

You looked up from your book, a gasp immediately escaping your lips once you came to see a figure walking your way. He was jogging towards you and you packed up your things, cursing yourself for even thinking of journaling and reading outside your home.

You heard the sound of a horn, Jungkook cursing at the driver before his footsteps were heard behind you. You sped up.

“Leave me alone, Jungkook,” you pleaded, short pants leaving your mouth when you tried hurrying to your door.

“I love you,” Jungkook loudly said, making you stop in your footsteps. “I’m not going to stop until you listen to me, okay? I’m not going to stop chasing after you, but if you actually want me to leave you alone, tell me right now, please.”

You glanced at him with furrowed brows before a sigh came out of you. You cleared your throat. “I’m not going to ask you to stop, but don’t think it will be easy for me go forgive you. You hurt me and you need to understand that.”

“So, can I like, bother you every day?” You gave him a deadpan expression and he sheepishly smiled, scratching the back of his head. “Not every day, got it.”

“Bye, Jungkook.”

Jungkook stuck to his word. So far, he has been chasing you. Well, not chasing you, but he does show up when you get out of the house. You always sat in the front by the porch and he always unexpectedly shows up. You already had an idea that Hanni and Yujun would let him know considering the fact that whenever Yujun was over—you would pop out of the house to not hear the couple kiss—he would show up.

Jungkook didn’t give up. He would apologize on the days you were out, on some days, though, he would just drop a letter and a flower in front of you and leave. You would open them and read them, feeling your heart hammer against your chest at the words. For example, one said, “I yearn for the warmth and the comfort of your words that made me feel safe. I won’t stop begging for forgiveness for something idiotic I allowed to happen. Even if it takes years.” Safe to say, you made sure to open them in your room so he won’t be able to see how his words impacted you.

It was Saturday and you were in bed, eyeing the flowers he had given you that you placed in a small vase your mom bought. Some were drying up while the new ones he had given you brightened up even under the lights of your room.

This wasn’t your first relationship. But this was the first relationship that allowed you an insight of being loved properly in a way. Yes, Jungkook started off lying about everything, but through it all he spoiled you with words and sometimes gifts, expensive or handmade. You still had the necklace he gifted you around your neck and the pendant was between your fingers, being played with unconsciously.

“Hey,” you lifted your head and eyed Hanni, who was dressed up. “I’m going out. Mom is working late again and she said to let you know.”

“Alright, be safe,” you smiled a bit, waving at her retreating figure as she yelled some words over her shoulder that you couldn’t make of since she had already closed the door.

You were left alone and you sighed, again, dropping your head back on your pillows as you cursed the silence you were left surrounded with.

You were going to head to sleep after a couple of minutes and you were already being lulled to sleep by the scenarios made up in your head. Though, knocking snapped you out of your thoughts and it alerted you, making you frown at the sound and look around confusedly.

You were taken aback, though, once you saw a figure by your balcony, knocking, and you knew who it was. You taught him that rhythm he did and you started freaking out, not knowing what to do, so you stood up and rubbed your eyes, making sure you weren’t entirely dreaming.

“Jungkook?” You said out loud and he waved as he heard you. You slowly opened the doors, staring up at him. “What the hell are you doing?”

“I’m tired of having you on the tip of my fingertips, knowing I’m losing you every day,” he blurted out in one single breath, his chest heaving up and down from the adrenaline. “I’m fucking sorry for everything. I’m sorry for hurting you, for making stupid decisions, but never, ever, think that every kiss and every deep conversation we had was not real because it happened and I loved every moment of it. I loved speaking with you and getting to know a you only I got to know about. I love you and I’m sorry.”

Your breathing and his meshed together and you moved aside to let him in, head dropping to look at the floor (and the clothing you wore). You closed the doors in front of you and turned to look at him, watching him look around before he looked at you, too, his eyes staring intensely into you.

“Why should I trust you now?” You muttered, not daring to look at him, back against the doors you just closed.

“Because I love you,” he went on, at this point trying to beg you to pay attention to him. He would stand in front of you as soon as you would move to the side, trying to walk away towards your bed. He continued blocking your path, though. “I didn’t lie about that. I didn’t lie about every kiss given to you, every conversation with you. I fell for you and I fell in love with you.”

“You accepted money, Jungkook,” you breathed out, a sigh escaping your lips while your arms flailed around rather dramatically. Jungkook pursed his lips, not wanting the chuckle to escape them as he found your antics amusing. “Now, I don’t want to speak to you because you make me nervous.”

Jungkook followed after you, again, standing in front of you, his hands now clutching the sides of your head. He leaned in and kissed you, lip ring slightly bumping into your lower lip, receiving slight goosebumps from the sudden coldness you gained from it.

“Shut up, let me talk,” he breathed as he pulled away, forehead placed on yours while his breath fanned over your lips. “I’m fucking sorry. For everything.”

You sighed and shook your head, not wanting to fall for it. You didn’t want to look like an idiot if you accepted his apology, not knowing if he was receiving money just by apologizing to you.

“Are you getting paid?” You asked and he shook his head. “After all that, why don’t you leave me alone? Genuinely?”

Jungkook just scoffed. “I’m not letting you go. Not again. I’m not fucking up the good thing that has come to my life after everything.”

“You messed up,” you commented, not daring to look into his eyes just like last time you two spoke. “I don’t have to speak to you.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t care,” he scoffed and you looked at the matching necklace adorning his neck instead, his sweater hiding the skin exposed because of the white tank top he wore. You could only eye his chest, not wanting to meet his gaze. You didn’t have much of a choice when he lifted your chin with his inked hand, though, continuing to hold your head in place so you wouldn’t go back to avoiding his eyes. “I want you to look at me when I’m apologizing to you, okay? That’s all I want.”

You looked at him and he looked at you, lips parted as if words were about to spew from them. You nodded.

“Okay…”

“When this all started,” Jungkook began, hands now moving to grab your own, “I didn’t even know who you and your sister were. Taehyung came to me, told me he’d pay me if I made you fall for me so we could eventually start dating. He said it would be easier to take out your sister if you were dating because… someone had told him about your mom setting a new rule that stated Hanni would be able to date if you did.”

“Oh, God,” you breathed out, your fingertips holding onto your forehead as you closed your eyes. “Hanni must’ve told someone.”

“After all that, I didn’t think I’d fall for you,” Jungkook continued, his doe eyes doing all its pleading. “I didn’t think I would be so obsessed with you and in love with you that I can’t help but think of you when love songs play in the radio. I can’t help but think of you so I could fall asleep. I love you, Y/n. I have.”

“Then why did you continue accepting the money he gave you?” You frowned upon at him, eyes now glazing with tears. “It wasn’t right for you to continue accepting it. You gave Taehyung the idea you were still in on it.”

“I only got the money to use it and take you out with it,” Jungkook went on, his eyes running themselves over your face, thumbs now rubbing your hands. “I… I have a job but I waste my money helping my parents pay rent. I thought I would be able to impress you if I had that money. That’s why I continued taking it. I had the right idea but it was shitty how I benefited from it and Taehyung, too.”

“I don’t care if you have money or not, Jungkook,” you breathed out, staring up at him. You let out a curt sigh. “Without it, when it was just me and you at my house, talking, I learned so much from you and we formed a connection. Me and you. I’m fine just being with you because you’re all I need.”

“I didn’t think you’d want to deal with someone like me,” Jungkook softly groaned out, pinching the bridge of his nose with two of his fingers. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for using you, hurting you, and basically causing trust issues. I fell for you. I did. At the end of the day, it was just you and me. I’m in love with you and I’m sorry for making you hate me.”

“I was so mad at you,” you muttered, looking away as you tightly shut your eyes, keeping the tears in. “I was so mad that I hated you. You and the stupid way you talked to me and how you kept your hair like that because I liked playing with it.” He continued watching as you went on, a frown etched on your face. “Or how you would drive my car and drive with one hand because Hanni told you I found it attractive. I hated it even more when you would stare at me with those big, dummy eyes that I started to adore.”

“Or, or, the way your big combat boots made you taller than me and that way you knew so you continued to wear them,” you ignored the way he looked at you as he listened intently to every word you let out, “or how you would always know what I was thinking even when I tried to hide anything that would tell you. I hated it when you were always right, never sugarcoating anything, but I hated the fact that despite being right, you lied.”

He let out a small, sad sigh at your revelation, fingers intertwining with the strands of hair on the back of your head. He slightly raised your head, making you look at him again as he watched your chest heave and up down, knowing fully well you were going to start crying. And he was right, your eyes were glazing with unshed tears that were threatening to escape as soon as you blinked.

“I hated the fact that you could make me laugh without trying, even when I didn’t feel like doing so,” you continued and Jungkook’s thumb rubbed your quivering chin, your bottom lip jutted out as tears slid down your face. He wiped the tears away without hesitation, kissing your forehead as he continued to let you take it all out, “but I hate that you can make me cry just as easily. I hated not having you around and even when you didn’t call or visited me to explain what happened in the beginning. But… I hate that I can’t hate you, you dummy, and I don’t hate you. Not even one bit.”

“Oh, baby,” Jungkook sighed, his eyebrows now furrowing as he brought your head to his chest, a hand placed behind it while the other was wrapped around your body, holding you close. Your sniffles were heard and he brought you closer if that was possible. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for hurting you. I’m sorry. Everything that I did, I did it because I loved you. The money… that was the most stupidest thing I have done and it was fucked up.”

“I want to continue doing all of that with you,” he said, pulling your head away so he could rest his forehead against yours, again. “To drive with one hand because I know you’re staring, wear my boots so I could be even taller than you, and continue reading your mind because I can tell when you’re trying to hide things from me.” He softly chuckled as he remembered your facial expressions. The cute ones that you tried to hide. You could never try to hide them from him. He’ll know. “I love you. I genuinely do. But, if you don’t forgive me, I will wait until you’re ready even if takes years. I’ll be fine with whatever decision you make, okay?”

“Do you really love me?” You breathed out, lips slightly brushing against one another. He nodded.

“I love you, more than anything,” he mumbled in a low voice, his lip ring nudging your lips as he wanted to kiss you. “I know what I have done isn’t excusable, but I will show you that I genuinely fell for you because of you and not because of money.”

“I forgive you,” you softly smiled at him, your own hands traveling towards the sides of his face while his own went to rest on your waist. “I want you to show me more of you, okay? I want to see that you want me for me.”

“I’ll make it up to you,” he grinned, fingers slightly gripping the flesh of your waist, faint prints being left behind in their wake. “I love you. I love you so much.”

“I love you, Jungkook.”

“Just to be clear, you don’t hate me anymore, right?”

“I’m sure, or else I wouldn’t have told you I loved you. But just so you know, if you hurt me again, I will have my own fans kicking you in the balls and you will take it.”

“I don’t know if I should be scared or very attracted to how scary you can sound.”

BONUS

“Jungkook you literally didn’t have to buy a new phone!”

You and Jungkook were at the store and he was currently purchasing a new phone in order to show you he was committed to you and only you. After all, he just had random numbers in his old phone so he wasn’t losing anything major.

“Yes, I do,” he snickered, watching the employee do his work. “I’m officially committed to you. I don’t need to be having a phone number that girls from my past know about when you should be the only one to know it.”

You smiled at his words and his actions and slightly leaned onto his towering figure. His arm swiftly moved to rest around your waist and he was talking here and there with the employee who had asked him about his tattoos.

You looked around and you stopped midway from letting your gaze travel any sooner when a girl was looking at Jungkook.

You softly cleared your throat, starting to get uncomfortable and wished for this entire process to go by fast.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He whispered in your ear and you looked at him, giving him a fake smile so he couldn’t worry.

“Nothing.”

He gently gave you a pointed look. “I can feel you fidgeting and you’re quieter than usual. At this point, you would be telling me all about your new book.”

“There’s this girl staring at you and glaring at me,” you muttered, pretending to look around so you could see if she was still there. She was.

Jungkook groaned and turned around, head snapping back to look at her and glared at her like she was doing to you.

“I seriously wish that you don’t let girls like that look at you that way,” your boyfriend hummed, watching her scurry away. “Punch ‘em and I’ll take the blame if you get caught.”

“No, Jungkook.”

“I think it’s a great idea.”

[2:49 AM]

"Home at last," you murmured, leaning wearily against the door after tossing your keys aside. You let out a sigh, glancing at the time on your phone. You were just now getting home after work—nearly three in the morning.

And you... you needed him, but Seonghwa wasn't here. Last you heard, he was overseas for work. With a heavy sigh, you turned your gaze to the rain-streaked windows. The world outside was drenched, the ground slick with water. You hated it. You loathed it—the rain, the dampness. It felt as if even the gods were weeping over how miserable life seemed right now.

Okay, maybe you were being a bit dramatic, but work had been a nightmare for months. You were so close to that promotion though, so you just had to push through. And you could handle it—life was never easy, after all. But on top of the stress, your growing health issues lately felt like a battle you couldn't win.

Life had been... exhausting lately.

And the one person who could make it all feel better deserved someone who could give him so much more than this. You wondered if he was asleep now, if he was dreaming of you, just as you couldn't stop thinking of him. Or maybe it was better if he wasn't.

Despite your exhaustion, the last thing you wanted was to return to the same empty bed that had been without your boyfriend's presence for so long. Sometimes, you wondered if your relationship had reached that point—where both of you had bigger, more pressing things like careers to focus on, instead of each other.

Before your thoughts could spiral any further, you set your bag down, and your gaze landed on the vacuum he had given you for your birthday last year. He'd gotten it to help ease your back issues, hoping it would make cleaning less of a strain.

Cleaning—his favourite thing.

Ironically, you hadn't even used it yet, despite it being a gift from him. Seonghwa always ended up coming over and doing the cleaning himself before you could even get the chance. Maybe now would be a good time to finally put it to use and take your mind off things. As he'd often said, cleaning could be therapeutic.

Only one way to find out.

"What the—" he jolted awake at the sudden noise from outside. Who on earth would be vacuuming at—he glanced at the digital clock beside him—three in the freaking morning?! Tossing the comforter aside, he shuffled to the door and swung it open.

"I swear to g—babe?"

You froze. Were you hearing things? Slowly, you switched off the vacuum and spun around, only to see your boyfriend standing there at your doorway in his favourite worn-out t-shirt, his hair adorably tousled.

"H-Hwa? What are you doing here?"

"They let me off a few days early, so I came home first. But what about you? You promised to stay at your parents' whenever I wasn't around. You know how much it scares me to think of you alone here."

Your lips quivered as he stepped closer, gently taking the vacuum from your hands and setting it aside before guiding you to the couch. "I... I've been needed at work a lot lately, so I've been staying here since it's closer to the office. But—wait, why did they let you off early? Are you not feeling well?" you asked, panic creeping into your voice as your hands flew to his face.

He chuckled softly, holding your hands and pressing his forehead against yours. "I guess you could say that," he murmured. "My heart hasn't been feeling too good."

Your eyes widened in alarm. "Your heart?! We need to get you checked—" You tried to pull away to grab your phone, but he gently pulled you back by the shoulders.

"It's okay," he whispered, a teasing smile on his lips. "It just... misses its owner."

You blinked, confusion clouding your gaze. "Its owner...?"

"Yes, you. It belongs to you, doesn't it?" he said, his voice tender.

You sighed, finally calming down as the worry ebbed away, replaced by overwhelming relief. When was the last time he'd said something this sweet? Tears filled your eyes as you melted into his arms. "I missed you too, Hwa," you whispered softly.

Home... at last.

It didn't take long before your body went limp in his embrace, exhaustion finally catching up to you. His heart clenched painfully as he held you close, stroking your hair gently. Truth be told, he'd found it hard to focus on work ever since he realised how much of a rough patch you'd been going through. The distance, the long hours, and the silence between texts—maybe it had all taken more of a toll on you than he'd allowed himself to see.

Perhaps if he'd been more present, more attentive, things wouldn't have gotten so overwhelming for you. Guilt gnawed at his chest, and he hoped—prayed—it wasn't too late to change that now. You deserved someone who made you feel safe and loved, not someone who put everything else before you.

Carefully, he shifted you onto the couch, laying you down gently as if you were made of porcelain. His eyes softened as he pulled the blanket draped over the back of the couch and tucked it around you snugly. You looked so fragile like this, traces of stress still etched on your sleeping face even as you finally rested.

"I'm here now," he whispered softly, brushing a thumb across your cheek. He leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

With a deep breath, he sank down beside you, not quite able to leave your side just yet. He reached out, his fingers tangling lightly with yours, and watched as your hand unconsciously tightened around his. A sad smile tugged at his lips.

He could see it now—all the times you'd put on a brave face, all the moments you'd said you were okay when, clearly, you weren't. And he'd been too wrapped up in his own responsibilities to realise. But no more. He'd make it right.

From now on, no matter what, he'd put you first.

With that thought, he settled in beside you, keeping a watchful eye as you slept soundly for the first time in what felt like ages. He could feel his own eyes growing heavy, but he didn't move. For now, he'd stay here, where you needed him to be. Finally, he let himself relax, his heart feeling lighter than it had in a long time. Because he was where he belonged—right by your side.

Watching your chest rise and fall with each steady breath, Seonghwa's heart ached with a mix of relief and regret. He'd almost forgotten how peaceful you looked when you were resting. When was the last time you'd fallen asleep so easily? Had you been spending these nights alone, tossing and turning, fighting your own thoughts?

Guilt twisted in his gut as he brushed a few stray strands of hair from your face. His eyes trailed over the faint shadows beneath your eyes, the stress lines that seemed so out of place on your once-bright features. What had he been doing all this time? He'd known work was tough for you, yet he'd kept pushing himself to focus on his own projects, thinking he was doing what was best for your future together.

But what good was any of it if he wasn't there when you needed him most?

A wave of self-reproach washed over him, and he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to steady himself. He'd been chasing after goals, believing it was all for you, yet somewhere along the way, he'd let you slip through his fingers. You were right here, yet you'd never seemed further away.

Drawing in a shaky breath, he tightened his hold on your hand, as if afraid you might disappear if he let go. "I'm sorry," he whispered softly, his voice trembling with emotion. "I should have been here. I should have listened better... I didn't realise how much you were hurting."

The room was quiet, save for the faint sound of rain outside and your even breathing. He watched you stir a little, brow furrowing as if sensing his distress even in your sleep. He quickly leaned forward, his lips brushing your knuckles in a feather-light kiss.

"I promise, I'll do better," he murmured, a fierce determination settling in his chest. "No more empty beds, no more lonely nights. We'll figure this out together, okay?"

It was a vow, one he intended to keep no matter what. Slowly, he shifted to sit on the floor beside the couch, resting his head near your shoulder. He didn't care if it was uncomfortable—he just needed to be close, to feel your warmth. The distance that had grown between you over the past few months felt insurmountable, but he'd rebuild it brick by brick if he had to.

He wasn't going to let you carry everything on your own anymore.

Eventually, he felt your fingers tighten around his hand, just slightly. His heart skipped a beat, a small, hopeful smile tugging at his lips.

Maybe... just maybe, this was a start.

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Baby Baby

group : ateez

pairing : alpha!san × human mate!reader

genre : smut

wc : 3.4 k

warning : mature, mdni, explicit smut; restraints, cumming untouched, rut, breeding kink (breeding need more like), lactation kink, slight cum play and cum eating, both san and mc are being degenerate pain slut mayhaps ?, unprotected sex, alpha sex, rut sex, knotting, degradation ??, don't read if you don't like or can't stand this genre

a/n : this fic is brought to you by @kitten4sannie GOADING me. I wholeheartedly blame you alyssa. whatever happens after this, blame alyssa

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You came rushing to the pack house with your baby tucked in her little blanket, sleeping so soundly like an angel which was an utter contrast to the situation that you were facing. You had been rushing so much that you changed into a flimsy shirt and a long boho-esque skirt. You were barely at the front door and yet you could hear the sound of your husband's screams, filling the silence in the air, and making the whole area seem haunted.

Upon entry, you were greeted by Seonghwa who immediately took your little princess in his arms and Yeosang who welcomed you. "How bad is it?" you asked, taking your coat before handing it over along with your bag to Yeosang. Hongjoong came rounding from the kitchen upon hearing you and from the look on his face, you knew this was a bad one. "(y/n), are you sure you want to handle him?" Hongjoong asked, worriedly looking between you and your sleeping daughter, whose fluffy wolf ears twitched at the sound of the commotion but remained in her slumber. You simply shrugged, "He's my husband, this is nothing I haven't experienced before," you said as you tried to push past Hongjoong to go to the basement. Before you could go past him, he held you back and made you look at him, "This is unlike his previous ruts, (y/n). He's... He's going over the rails and it's triggered by you giving birth," he explained. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, "But I gave birth like a long time ago. For fuck's sake, we're close to Hyemi's first birthday." With arms raised, Hongjoong could only shrug, "All I know is that the doctor told us that this is like an anti-postpartum depression. He's more aggressive, more needy, and frankly his sexual stamina is beyond anything I've ever seen and he was already a nutjob in that department."

Hearing Hongjoong's explanation made your heartbeat increase both from worry but also from... excitement? You knew what San is capable of and you knew the others knew as well. So for Hongjoong to be so concerned, you could only imagine what the extent of San's state is like.

After kissing your daughter on the forehead and allowing Seonghwa to take her over to the hunting cabin so she would be away from all the noise, you marched down to the basement only to see a sight that made you gasp.

Under the moonlight and a single lightbulb near the door, San, your dear husband, was shirtless and his limbs were restrained by metal chains that ran from the corners of one side of the wall. You wanted to ask why he was put in such a state but when you closed the door, you had seen how the small window that allows people to peek in was shattered on the ground and the handle on the door was bent, flattened even. You couldn't explain why that made you wet and you felt like you couldn't fixate on that considering the situation. But the sight of the shambled surrounding was not as surprising as seeing San staring, or glaring, at you, straining against the chains so hard that his veins were popping.

"Honey, I knew that was you. I could smell you from the moment you stepped out of the car," San shuddered, eyes glazing and his fists clenching, "Have you come for me, pretty? You came for your alpha didn't you?" he chuckled darkly. You swallowed nervously but San knew that you were aroused seeing him with his shirtless, glistening chest and very very tight jeans, especially with a VERY distracting protrusion in the dark patch in his crotch. No matter how much you had been with San, the sight of him half naked and so animalistic always made you blush. "Honey, I'm so thirsty," San whimpered and as if it was an automatic trigger, you abandoned your position and rushed to San, cupping his face gently only to gasp at how feverish he felt, "Oh sweetie, you're burning up! I'll go get you some water." You were about to detach away from him but he growled and dropped his head on your shoulder, making you stand still in your spot. "I am thirsty but not for that, my love. I'm thirsty for you."

Slowly, you felt San's head turn and he let out a shaky exhale that made tingles ran down your spine. Your eyes fluttered close when San's tongue joined in to lick your skin around your neck almost strategically pressing into your weak points which made your knees buckled and since San didn't have his freedom, you had to cling onto his body. The proximity made San smirk against your skin because now he was able to grind into your core, allowing you to feel how wet and hard he had become. "F-fuck, Sannie-" "Can you feel that? Can you feel how hard I am? I've been waiting for you mama and I can't take it anymore. Do you know how many times I've cum in my pants? Do you know how many times my cum has been wasted? I could've been breeding you over and over, make you a mommy again because fuck, we did such a great job with the first one," San panted heavily into your ear as he winced from pain and need, "Love, I need to put another baby in you, I want to put a baby in you."

Your mind was in such a hazy state because his body's warmth was luring you in like a faux safety net but the way he was humping your leg with his cock that seemed to be engorged due to both arousal and his heat. "Sannie, baby, y-your cock-" "It's asking for you, mama. It wants you. Please, please, please, let it bury itself inside your sweet sweet cunt and breed it with another pup. It's been so long and it hurts, it hurts so good," His words were like melted butter in your ears, absolutely making you weak and you were sure that your panties were effectively ruined with your slick but also from the way San was rubbing his jeans-clad crotch onto you. You couldn't deny the increasing need- no, want for him. It HAD been some time since you got intimate all thanks to your baby girl. You and he had been so focused on taking care of her and letting your body heal that the most you two have done was letting San suck on your tits while dry-humping you. So you two were stuck in a hard situation. Literally.

In your state of utter oblivion, you somehow managed to refocus yourself enough to look at the way San was straining. He had been whispering pleas and sweet nothings, buttering you up to let him relieve his rut on you, you missed the way he was straining so hard that you swore he was so close to breaking the restraints like they were made of popsicle sticks.

"Poor baby," San's mouth stopped its work on your skin the moment you replied coherently, "You've been waiting for me for so long, haven't you? Settling for minuscule action while I got better, you took such good care of me... Alpha." You had to suppress a moan when you felt San's cock twitch as his hip ground harder into your crotch, accidentally stimulating your clit against the barrier. "Yes, yes, yes, baby, I will take such good care of you. You saw how much of a great husband I could be with our first, imagine me with our second. So please, please let me out of this misery and let me fuck another baby into you."

Cursing, you pushed away from San slightly and took off your shirt before dropping down to kneel in front of his crotch. San watched you with keen eyes as your hands deftly moved to release him from his confines. The moment his cock was freed, you saw it bob before it stood straight up, slapping him right on his stomach, his residual cum smearing and splattering from the impact, some even landed on your cheek but you couldn't care. How could you care when your husband's cock was staring at you almost tauntingly? You swore his cock was larger than you remembered. The tip, a shade of angry red, and his balls seemed full of cum.

"Fuck, alpha, you're going to break me," you breathed.

Though unintentional, your breath hit his stiff cock and before you could react, San came untouched. Spurts of his cum hit you on your face making you gasp in surprise. "Fuck!" San grunted as he rode off his high, allowing his balls to empty out yet again. The amount of cum that San let out was astonishing as it seem almost endless. It made you imagine San shooting that much cum when he finished inside you. Just from the looks of it, you knew that that climax you and San will soon share would be sloppy and messy and you can't wait. Your cunt clenching with anticipation.

"Fuck, baby, why did you have to tease me like that, you slut? You just had to goad your alpha knowing that he's in restraints, huh? You really think you could take advantage of the situation I'm in huh?" San growled, snapping his hips forward so that his cock slapped you in the mouth, smearing his fresh cum around as if to mark and humiliate you. "Sorry alpha, I didn't mean to. I was just so... Amazed with your cock, I just wanna..." You trailed off as your lips slowly enveloped the hard appendage. The moment your wam mouth made contact with San's cock, he immediately almost lost control. Your tongue was caressing his cock all around so good that his hips started moving, grounding itself against your mouth as if it was addicted to you just as much as you were addicted to tasting San again. It was hard, and it wasn't just the stiffness of the cock, but his engorged size trying to stuff itself inside your mouth was almost too much. Your jaw was hurting but the pain was too delicious, you were struggling but you wanted more of it, you wanted it wholly and you wanted it so bad. San's hips made it hard for you to lick the cum clean from his dick but you made do with what you can. "Look at my mate. My pretty, pretty mate, so fucking beautiful and so fucking needy for her alpha," San's tongue darted out to lick his chapped bottom lip and as he did, he could almost taste you in the air, "And look at you being so needy," he chuckled darkly, seeing the way your hips sway back and forth and then around as if to look for friction for your very empty cunt. "Can't wait to fill you up, baby. Can't wait to pound that sweet pussy once again," he moaned.

Hearing him so needy for you, you couldn't help but let out a whimper and immediately scrambled up. "You want to fill me up, alpha? I'll give you what you want," you grabbed the edges of your skirt and hiked it up so you could easily took your panties off and fling it across the room. With his senses heightened, the smell of your free cunt made San's eyes roll to the back of his head and his hips gyrate in your direction. "Come on, come on, come on mama, stop torturing me and let me fuck you so good and so deep, your tummy would bulge out. I'm gonna make sure you'll get good and pregnant"

You couldn't even get properly and wholly naked as you were just that desperate and needy for San. So with one edge of your skirt still hiked, you hooked your left leg around his strong right thigh and your right hand reached under to slip his tip right at your entrance. "I'm ready alpha, I'm ready for you to take me and fill me up," you panted, pressing your forehead against his while you prepared yourself mentally to take his cock inside you. San rolled his hip once and his bulbous tip slipped inside you so easily thanks to your arousal, his residual cum, and your spit, mixing together creating the perfect lubricant. "Oh fuck," you whimpered, your arms circling around San's neck so tightly, catching him in a vice grip, "You're s-so big, t-too big!" you gasped the more it slipped inside you.

San was faring no better. Having gone through the first night of his rut by himself and flooding his mind with the thought and memories of your cunt, he was going through 10 emotions all at once because he finally got to feel the real deal. Being chest-to-chest with San allowed you to feel his heart beating so hard and quick you were afraid that it would break out of his ribcage. However, your worry about him breaking something was misplaced because while you were trying to slowly get yourself ready to take him whole inch by inch, San's patience snapped. His wolf was crying out to breed you and he deemed that he needed more and he needed it right then and there.

"San! Oh my- Fuck!!" You screeched when San bottomed out inside you with one smooth move. Your arms held onto him tighter while his thighs trembled, the pleasure was overwhelming him, almost sending his head to an empty state. "Baby, my love, my mate, thank you for giving your body to me."

You weren't even accustomed to him just yet but he had started fucking you with such fervor that it took everything in you to keep your mental faculties intact and held onto him for dear life. For the life of you, you couldn't even begin to think about how San managed to fuck you even with his limbs restrained but even such thought easily slipped from your mind as all other coherent mental processes were getting fucked out of you. "A-alpha please!" you weren't sure what you were pleading for because while it hurt, the pain was too pleasurable and you truly believed that you would have gone insane had he pulled back. Not that you think he could. When you pulled away slightly, you saw the way San was staring at you with dilated pupils, his eyes even seemingly turned into a shade of gold though you were not so sure due to the dimness of the room and your body being shaken up and down like a shaker. You could feel it, you could feel his cock deep inside you. The movement allowed him to go deeper and deeper, and you were sure that his tip was coaxing your cervix to open ever so slowly as evidenced by the dull probing feeling in your lower belly area. Even the thought of his cock prying you open to accommodate his agenda made your head feel like it was swimming.

Pleasure coursed through your body almost to the maximum extent within minutes but you held on, you wanted to hold on for your husband. "Fuck, I miss this," San growled, chuckling darkly, "How did I manage to not fuck you every night? It was wrong of me to let you experience even one day without being my little cumdump, my fleshlight, my most precious little doll toy." The way he reduced you to nothing but a plaything made your cunt clench, causing San's movement to halt and his breath hitch. "Honey, don't do that, I might cum too soon," he said through gritted teeth. You moaned and dropped your head back, exposing your neck to your husband, "And is that such a bad thing, love? Come on, cum in me, you promised to fill me up so full, right?"

The encouragement effectively pushed San's inner wolf to completely take over because the next thing you know, San ripped the right cup of your bra off, exposing your breast and your perked nipple before latching his mouth on it and he resumed his fucking. Not many words were exchanged between the two of you, all sorts of communication was in the form of moans, groans, and grunts. Especially you, who was up on cloud 9 from both penetrating and sucking stimulation. San was fucking you stupid while his mouth was feasting on your breastmilk. You took a peek down to see white dribbling down San's chin a bit too calmly while his hips never stopped their work on your cunt. The intensity of the pleasure sent you reeling and you could feel you were teetering on the edge of a climax. Your limbs contorted around San even tighter so much so that you were practically floating, two bodies being supported by one and at this moment you were very much glad that San's animalistic side had taken over perhaps completely.

"F-fuck, San! Sannie! Alpha! I-I-" You wanted to tell him that you were cumming but the words were stuck in your throat. San, too preoccupied with the taste of you on his tongue, didn't bother answering but he simply bit down on your breast. The sharp pain caused you to let your control slip and then and there you came undone. Your body shook as you climaxed, your jaw unhinged and you let out a loud cry while your cunt unknowingly let out spurts of clear liquid.

San always loved it when you climaxed because your scent became more powerful and your body writhed about that sent his animalistic side into a frenzy as it paralleled his high when he caught a prey; so pliant, so submissive, so... helpless. Your orgasm served to only goad San even more as he never stopped his movement, never even faltering for a single beat. "Yes, we're so close, baby, so close," San smirked after gulping down your milk. His sharp canine dragged on your sternum in a menacing way that made it even hotter for some reason. You were already so spent and to be frank, the constant friction was becoming almost too much. Your legs were starting to cramp and your arms were slowly going numb. As glad as you were for cumming, knew you couldn't handle another one so soon, especially when you felt his knot forming.

"Alpha, alpha! Cum in me p-please! I- I can't take it anymore!" you whined, gripping him so hard that his back bore the red streaks of your nails that dug into his skin. "Yes, mama, yes. I'll cum in you, I'm cumming in you, fuck! I'm gonna get you nice and pregnant!" San announced loudly before his hips stuttered once more and his mouth latched back onto your breast. Along with his teeth digging into your soft flesh, you felt warm liquid being spurted out directly into your womb, filling you rather quickly and your mind floated back to the amount of cum San had let out not even too long ago. San's cum and knot were filling you up so stupidly good that you didn't even have any more energy to scream so you simply dropped your head onto his shoulder. Your senses were filled with San experiencing his true release after holding back for so long.

San happily sucked more of your milk, ensuring that your breast would be drained and very darkly marked, while he happily let his knot rest inside you.

Although you were still being stimulated, your body was slowly calming down and it was then did your muscles felt the after effect. Soreness started to settle in your joints and parts of your limbs but your husband's warmth was making things up for you, like a very large heating pad.

"Alpha, I'm so full," you croaked, closing your eyes when you felt San also calming down even if it was temporary. "You were so good, my mate. I'm so proud of my little mama being able to take all of that," he praised, letting his lips trail kisses from your chest, up your neck, to your cheeks, and settle to nibble on your earlobe. "But you know that this night had just begun."

Your eyes snapped open when you heard loud clanking sounds and you immediately took notice of the way the chains that were holding San's limbs were so easily broken and in a flash, you were put on the floor with San hovering over you.

"How about we try for twins this time?"

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WELCOME TO THE HEARTBREAK SHOW ── jungkook

summary: you’re in love with your partner in class that everyone fears (and loves) due to his stoic facial expression and the way he rejects girls rather harshly. as you get to know him, will he be able to handle your heart that you so willingly gave him to care for or, will he break it due to his hatred for people who are in love with him?

pairing: kind-of-tsundere!jungkook x female!reader

genre: college!au, angst, fluff, strangers to friends to lovers, “she fell first, he fell harder”, very orange cat gf x black cat bf

warning: mean comments, second-hand embarrassment?, stalker, mentions of assault, mentions of cheating (not from main characters), daddy/mommy issues, puking, might be fast paced/over the place but bear with me please 🙏🏼

note: also, there will be some inspiration from the anime “romantic killer” (definitely recommend), and not my best work 🥲 also word count is 28k

“Y/n, you literally like him because he made eye contact with you once. And that was to glare at you.”

Minjee and Jimin, your best friends, stood in front of you, eyeing the way your eyes followed Jungkook’s movements toward the building where you had your upcoming class in. You were currently staring at Jungkook because your heart still beats whenever your peripheral vision sees the tattoos inked on his arm and the way he avoided any type of girl that blocked his way. Though your hands were busy at the moment holding onto some small birthday bags for another friend, you clutched your chest rather dramatically.

“You guys do not understand,” you breathed out in almost a dreamy sigh. “It’s just knowing that there’s something there. I felt goosebumps.”

“I’m pretty sure that was you being cold because it was freezing the day you two met,” Jimin chuckled, clearly amused by your awestruck expression, almost as if you were in a trance. And you probably were because as soon as Jeon Jungkook disappeared, you shook your head and looked at your friends who looked back at you, their innocent friend (who wasn’t so innocent because she had the humor of a 13-year-old boy).

“Let me be delusional,” you halted, raising a hand. Jimin and Minjee simply glanced at one another, and they walked forward to be next to you.

“Honey,” Jimin softly spoke, his arm wrapping itself around your shoulder, “do not start acting crazy for a man.”

“But you’re a man, and I’ll go crazy for you anytime,” you teased, a smile forming on your face. He stared at you and snapped his head towards Minjee.

“I’ll gladly feed on to her delusions,” he commented before nuzzling his cheek with yours, a hand of his squishing your cheeks to make you look like a fish. “Look at this innocent face. I’m sure if he gets to know her, he’ll immediately fall in love.”

Minjee snorted and nodded. “Alright, alright, I agree.” She turned to look at you once Jimin let go. “Just… don’t let him know that you’re crushing on him, okay?”

You nodded your head rapidly. “I won’t.” You eyed the almost empty hallway and checked your phone, a gasp escaping your lips. “Shit, I have 5 minutes to get to class. I won’t be able to choose a good seat now!”

“We’ll pick you up to go to Hobi’s party!”

Waving hurriedly at your friends, you sped-walked towards your class, making sure you got the class number right before going in. Thankfully, some people were also late, so you didn’t feel everyone eyeing you and just you.

Your eyes ran themselves over the crowd and quickly spotted the only seat available next to a person with their head down. You mentally cursed once you saw it was a seat in the far back, but you dismissed it because so far everyone had eyed the gifts in your hand and gave you an annoyed look. Maybe this was a sign.

As you got closer to the chair, you sighed as you came to find a backpack blocking it. You cleared your throat and shifted from one foot to another. You spoke up.

“Hey, uh, I’m sorry but I have to sit here. There’s no other seat available, and no one wants me next to them because I’m carrying birthday bags for my friend.”

The person simply grunted out in response to your ranting and got rid of the backpack. They let it flop next to them on the floor, and you sighed in relief.

Muttering a small “thank you” before sitting down, you heard the professor come into the room.

Getting out the things you use to write notes, you breathed in and out to focus on the first lesson being taught almost immediately.

Then you saw it.

You froze in your place quickly, back straightening at what you had just come across.

There, next to you, Jungkook was sitting, having raised his head to pay attention to what was being taught. You wouldn’t have exactly paid much attention until you came to see the tattoos that peaked through the sleeve of his sweater. He had raised the sleeve a bit, but only because it had been in the way of his writing.

And now it was your turn to mentally freak out. Mentally cursing and mentally freaking out because it was the first day of the second semester, and here you were, next to your crush, next to the guy you had been crushing on because he had been playing with a butterfly the first time you met with the most serious face known to man.

“Hey,” you heard a whisper, and you turned your head to see that the greeting wasn’t meant for you. A girl was whispering to Jungkook, who snapped his head to look at her. He didn’t acknowledge her greeting and just stared. “I thought you were cute, and I want to make a friend. What’s your name?”

He didn’t respond, and instead, he turned to look at you, causing you to look at the board, pretending as if you hadn’t been watching the interaction.

“Hey,” he started, making you turn your head once realizing he was now talking to you, “she wants to make a friend. Do you want to make a friend?”

You looked between him and the girl, and you sniffed, shaking your head while your pen was twirling between your fingers. “I’m okay.”

“She’s okay,” he shrugged, not looking at the girl. But he side-eyed her to glare at her. “Leave me alone.”

You could hear the girl scoff, and you cleared your throat this time to get rid of the awkwardness that consumed you three. You pursed your lips and continued writing, eyeing your letters.

“I’m guessing you get that a lot?” You mumbled, though; you weren’t exactly expecting a response, seeing how irritated he had looked. But you were proven wrong by coming to hear a hum of agreement. A sigh escaped his lips this time.

“It’s annoying,” you immediately internally winced at even thinking of the past few moments where you were staring at him. God, you were creepy. “Maybe if they took a hint, I wouldn’t have to be so harsh.”

“I mean,” you began, placing your pencil down and looking at him. You leaned back against your chair as you continued to talk lowly: “If they’re harassing you, it’s understandable for you to be mean.”

“Huh,” he let out before snorting and nodding, hands buried in his pockets. “‘Harassing’. You’re right. I never wanted to use that word, but it’s literally what they do.”

“You don’t like the attention?” You frowned, now paying attention to him, and he shook his head, placing his hands out to fiddle with the rings on his fingers. He had also leaned back against his chair, glancing at you here and there.

“It’s not very good when it attracts bad attention,” he continued, and it looked as if he wanted to say more, but he quieted down and looked at his paper. “Now, pay attention. I heard she uses questions in quizzes and exams that she uses in the lessons.”

You nodded and looked away, going back to taking your notes. You ignored the way your heart fluttered to hear his voice for the first time and the way he looked up close, but you knew now that, despite wanting to make advances, it was better not to. He hated it, and even if you wanted to get to know him more, you could do it while keeping in mind to just be his friend.

“Also,” you whispered, not looking at him, “if you want, we can change seats. It seems like you have an audience.”

At hearing your words, he turns to glance over his shoulder, only to come across a group of girls staring at him already. The way they never looked away, only waved or whispered to one another, was enough to make him nod in agreement.

“Next class.”

After that brief conversation, you stayed silent for the entire class. Thankfully, time passed by quickly, much to your relief.

“We will be doing projects in this class,” your professor said before she dismissed the class. “Because of that, you will be partnered up with the person next to you, so exchange phone numbers or social media, whatever. As long as you keep in touch. Your assignment is already posted; we will go more into it next class; it’s not due yet. You’re dismissed.”

Everyone packed up, and you could hear that, despite being told off in a dispiteous manner, the girl who had talked to Jungkook was whispering to her friends rather excitedly.

“At least he talked to me,” she giggled, standing up from her seat while swinging her bag over her shoulder. “I call that an improvement.”

“He is so hot,” you continued to hear, this time from another girl. You subtly glanced over at the man beside you who was frozen in his spot, too, hand clutching his backpack strap. “Do you think he’s good in bed?”

You and Jungkook simultaneously scrunched your noses at hearing the words. He scoffed and shook his head, looking down at the girls.

“You’ll never find out,” he stoically voiced out, lightly pursing his lips. “Sexualize me more, but do it louder so everyone can hear how low of a human being you are.”

He didn’t give them one more glance and simply walked away, clearly agitated by the way his stance was; he stood straight, chin high, and eyes hooded.

“He’s so mean!”

“You have to admit, though, that was attractive.”

With one last sigh, you walked away, your phone buzzing with notifications. You already knew who it was because only Minjee and Jimin took up all of your notifications. So, staring at your lock screen, you chuckled as you read the arguments between your best friends and then how they wanted to see you so you could back whoever up.

Looking at Jungkook’s back one more time since he was close by talking to his own best friend, you walked away, unknowingly being looked at by said person.

“So, how was class?” Minjee asked as soon as you stood in front of them. She and Jimin were looking at you so you could talk. You puffed your cheeks.

“Well, I have Jungkook in my class.” Your friends' eyes immediately widened at your words, and their mouths slightly opened. “And,” you dragged out, “he sits next to me.”

“What?” They exclaimed, trying to process the news dropped on them since they had been talking about your crush on him an hour ago.

“Yep, and we talk—”

“Hey!” Your friends looked over your figure to see that Jungkook was walking towards you, ignoring the looks thrown his way. You turned to see him, and he stopped in front of you, clearing his throat. “Um, we need to have something to keep in touch for projects.”

“Oh!” You remembered. “I’m sorry, uh, if you don’t feel comfortable with phone numbers, we can do emails or social media, whichever you’re comfortable with.”

“Here, I’ll give you my Instagram.”

You nodded, and he gave you his phone, all while eyeing your very silent friends behind you. He ignored them even when Minjee waved at him, but he looked away once he saw how they were looking at him. He knew that Jimin was close to shaking out of fear if he looked at them any longer, so he looked away.

“Shit!”

Their heads snapped towards you, and they saw that Jungkook’s phone had slipped out of your hand and had landed on the floor. It was broken, especially since it didn’t have a case, and you winced as you eyed its damages.

“Oh, God…” Jimin breathed out, cringing out of second-hand embarrassment. Minjee frowned and stepped forward, making sure to step in if things got out of hand, especially since she knew that Jungkook was very serious.

“I am so sorry!” You rushed, leaning down to grab it at the same time as Jungkook did.

He stayed quiet as he grabbed his phone, eyeing the back of it, where it was cracked. He pressed the power button and stayed quiet once he saw that it wasn’t turning on at all.

“Don’t worry about it,” he grunted, waving you off. “I’ll—”

“Let me pay for your new phone, please,” you pleaded, your face and body warm at how embarrassed you felt for entirely breaking your crush’s phone.

He looked down at you. “I’ll come to you once I get a new phone. In the meantime, I’ll give you my email next class so we can keep in touch.”

“Okay…” He gave you one curt nod, and just as he left, you uttered a small, “I’m sorry.”

Not having heard you, he walked away, his phone in his hand.

“What the fuck just happened?” Jimin exclaimed, and he and Minjee were frozen in their places with their mouths agape. “Dude, you just broke Jungkook’s phone. That’s so embarrassing!”

“Shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up.” You immediately covered your ears, moving away from your friends as best as you could since you also closed your eyes shut, trying to shake off the memory. “Oh, my God. I broke it! In my defense, though, I was trying to give it to him after I put in my username. Maybe this is a sign I should get away from him.”

“No,” Minjee huffed, nudging Jimin on the side with her elbow. “Take it as a sign that now he gets to talk to you even more.”

“She’s right,” Jimin straightened up, sniffing away the second-hand embarrassment he had felt not even a minute ago. “Maybe the phone breaking was meant to be.”

“Okay, you two are feeding my delusions way too much.” You mumbled, shaking your head while pushing them away from the building you were just in. “Now, let’s go eat while you two talk about your argument.”

“Jimin started it!”

“Yeah, blame me, the only guy! I’m starting to think maybe you’re the problem.”

Smiling at your friends’ argument, you tried not to let yourself think about what had happened. You’ll just apologize to him next class.

The next class arrived rather quickly, and Jimin and Minjee dropped you off with their thumbs up, all while giving you good luck and encouragement.

“Can I sit here?”

“No, maybe I should sit next to him!”

“I called dibs.”

You looked towards your seat, eyeing the girls who surrounded Jungkook. He was uncomfortable and annoyed. He was fidgeting in his seat as he played with his fingers, and although he tried to hide his discomfort, you were familiar with being hit on by people who didn’t take a hint, so his mannerisms stood out to you.

“Excuse me,” you softly said, pushing past the small crowd of people as nicely as you could without hurting anyone. “Sorry, you’re blocking my seat.”

“Who is she?”

The murmurs came back, but now they were all aimed at you. You gulped and set your things down, sitting on the seat from two days ago that told you your fate in this class. You nervously watched as they all grumbled under their breath, aiming their anger at you, before they eventually left.

“Good morning,” you choked out, clearing your throat. You took out your things and didn’t dare to look at Jungkook without feeling the same embarrassment for breaking his phone.

“Mmm,” he hummed in acknowledgment.

You looked straight ahead, lightly tapping the tip of your foot on the carpeted ground. Though you jumped a bit once you saw something being handed to you.

“Huh…?” You let out a blink. “Um, you got a new phone?”

He snorted. “Yes, I need my phone for school and other things.” You opened your mouth to speak, and he placed a hand up. “You didn’t have to buy me another one, Y/n. After all, I needed a new one, so you kind of did me a favor.”

“Do you still need my username?” You asked, and he shook his head, looking away from your gaze, his ears turning pink.

“I, uh, forgot my passwords for my Instagram and any other social media, so just give me your phone number,” he explained through small coughs, but he looked at you seriously shortly after, and his mouth opened again. “Listen, do not share my phone number with anyone, or I will have my friend find a way to give everyone your phone number.”

You squinted your eyes at him. “I know what friend you’re talking about. I know his mom.”

“You don’t know what friend I’m talking about,” he bickered back, now facing you. You scoffed and nodded.

“I do.” You typed out your phone number. “Taehyung is my bitch. I grew up with him.”

That sentence caught him off-guard. Taehyung was your bitch? He couldn’t help but cover the small chuckle that threatened to escape his lips, obviously not believing that his friend would be scared of you. Taehyung wasn’t even afraid of him. He was never afraid of anyone.

“Hmm, he’s never mentioned you,” Jungkook said, shrugging and playing with his pencil.

“I’ll speak to him after class,” you commented, giving him back his phone. He took it, and you smiled. “Last time we saw each other, he pulled my hair, so I’m trying to grab a fistful of his until he buys me whatever I want.”

“Now I see how you two can be friends.”

For the entirety of the class, you two were silent. He would speak once in a while to ask for some of your highlighters or ask for some parts he missed—the professor was rushing—but other than that, you two were too focused on the lesson.

After taking notes, your professor went over the assignment that involved two people, aka you and your partner, aka you and Jungkook. Thankfully, it wasn’t as awkward as you had expected it to be, judging from the fact that he looked like he hated where he was, but he easily made conversation even if he was curt with his responses.

“Again, this project will not be due until next week on Wednesday, so please stay in contact with your partner. Class dismissed.”

Everyone started packing, and the skin of your arm brushed against Jungkook’s bare skin, eliciting goosebumps to rise in their wake on your skin (and his).

“We never switched seats, by the way,” you pointed out, grabbing the highlighter he had been using previously from his hand in front of you. “Though, I’m a bit surprised they didn’t try anything this time.”

“Good,” Jungkook shortly answered, as usual, the two of you walking down the stairs of your lecture room together. “I’ll text you to meet up. I took a peek at the PDF, and we can easily separate the work between us two.”

“What is it about?” You asked, silently thanking him once he unconsciously opened the door for you, letting you through first. “All she said was to read over the article with our partner, but she never specified what we should do after or what the articles are about.”

“It’s just analyzing the articles she assigned specifically to every partner,” he replied. “I’m guessing she did it during class when she asked us to write our names on that paper, remember?”

“Oh, yeah,” you nodded, remembering how in your first class, your professor had suggested writing your name and placing the paper in front of you. You just assumed it was for attendance. “Continue.”

“Well, she assigned us an article, and she already sent it to me, so I’ll share it with you, and we have to do a presentation,” he continued, glancing down at his phone before he saw Taehyung not so far from him. You lightly groaned, and he nodded in agreement. “I know. But thankfully, we got an easy topic.” You sighed, and you watched his eyes look around the hallway, clearly looking for someone. He immediately set his eyes on someone in a nearby crowd. “Taehyung!”

Said man turned his head and smiled at coming to see his friend. Though his smile faded once he came to make eye contact with you. He let out a small screech and dashed towards Jungkook to grab his arm so he could shield him from you.

“Leave me alone!” He exclaimed, and Jungkook looked at him over his shoulder, not amused to be used as a protector, much less as a shield. “I know what you want to do to me. Back off, gremlin.”

“You pulled my hair last time, you jerk.” You moved to the side to head towards him, but he would just squeal and move Jungkook towards where you were heading. “Come here before I call your mom and cry to her.”

“That’s not fair,” he whined, furrowing his brows as he peaked over Jungkook’s shoulder. “You know she loves you.”

“What can I say?” You smiled. “It’s not my fault she’s been wanting a daughter. Now come here!”

“No.”

He dodged you, and he quickly hurried outside, where Minjee and Jimin were already waiting for you. Recognizing and knowing they were your friends, he ran towards them.

“Um, why is Taehyung heading here?” Minjee questioned, gulping once she saw the handsome man sprint behind them, his hands gripping their shoulders rather tightly. “Hello?”

“Your friend wants to kill me!” He whispered rather harshly, ducking his head so you wouldn’t see him. But you and Jungkook gave each other looks since you could see his figure over Minjee’s own considering the girl was short.

“What did you do?” Jimin asked, fully aware of your friendship with Taehyung.

“I pulled her hair last time we saw each other at my house,” he rushed out, and he flinched once he felt your hand gripping his hair. The others watched his rather tall figure being dragged away, and Jungkook just stayed still with his arms crossed over his chest, knowing that his friend deserved this. “Ow! I did not pull your hair that hard last time.”

“Yes, you did, you ass.” You squinted your eyes at him, making him look at you. You two stared at one another, conversing with your eyes, and it was hard for you to not laugh at the way his body was hunched. You let go of pity and crossed your arms, staring at him like a disappointed mother. “I’m still going to tell your mom.”

As you two then bickered like siblings and hit each other like ones, Minjee found the perfect opportunity to look at Jungkook for answers. “They know each other?”

“They’re childhood friends,” Jimin said once he saw Jungkook respond with a shrug. He didn’t like to talk. “I remember I had seen Taehyung in pictures with her mom and his mom, and I had asked her about it since I knew how his mom looked because of orientation.”

“I never expected them to be friends,” Minjee commented, giggles escaping her lips once she saw you and the boy swat each other’s arms back and forth.

Luckily for Taehyung, she and Jungkook intervened. Jungkook took him away from your grip while your best friend grabbed your hands away from him because you decided to fight him. Again. What college students you two were, acting like children, but it was his fault. He started it, and you fully blamed him. And, very college style, too, no one cared what you two were doing, so you continued to slap his arm despite being dragged away.

After dragging you and Taehyung away a second time—he went back to get his revenge and pull your hair—your groups sadly parted ways. Not before Taehyung admitted he’d get you a month's worth of free food if you didn’t snitch on him to his mother.

Eyeing Jungkook one more time over your shoulder, you smiled at his and Taehyung’s bickering and turned around to talk with your own best friends, who were holding onto your arms.

“That’s so crazy,” Minjee said after a moment of silence. You and Jimin glanced at her, giving her a look so she could continue with her sentence. She chuckled in disbelief. “You are friends with Taehyung.”

You snorted, shrugging sheepishly. “Our mothers were best friends. After my mom left, his mom helped my dad raise me, and she became like a second mother while he became a brother figure.”

“Why do you guys never talk on campus?” Minjee continued, curious about everything. You understood why. She became a close friend of yours and Jimin’s that school year, and she was getting to know you two more and more. Jimin only knew a bit after he came across picture after picture on the nightstands in your room after having moved in together. He didn’t question you as much, though.

“We do talk,” you answered. “But we have our friend group. We just prefer talking more in person with our families over dinner or just when I head to his house in general. The only time you’ll see us talk is if his mom wants him to give me something or if my dad wants me to give him something.”

“And here we were worried about you never talking to Jungkook when you could’ve just told Taehyung to talk about you to him.” Minjee rushed out rather excitedly, and you immediately shook your head, humming your disapproval.

“No,” you firmly said, as if you were determined to finish some type of mission. “Taehyung is my best friend, my brother, and it’s not fair for me to use him in a way that’s offensive towards him to get closer to his friend. After all, Jungkook should know me from me and not that butt face.”

If only that “butt-face” knew when to shut his mouth because, in the current moment, Taehyung was spewing so much shit about you to Jungkook that would have you strangling him.

“You just never told me about her,” Jungkook shrugged, and Taehyung snorted, hands buried in the front pockets of his hoodie.

“I figured she didn’t want to be associated with me,” he softly explained, as if he hadn’t revealed the fact that you used to stick your boogers on kids who liked you not even a second ago. “Y/n is, like, a sister, you know? I’m already embarrassing as it is—”

“I know.”

Taehyung ignored his comment and continued. “She’s the nicest person ever, though. She just didn’t grow up in a very nice home.”

“How so?” Jungkook asked, looking away from his friend’s face to show he wasn’t as interested as he was.

“Sorry, sister code.”

“I knew you were a girl.”

“She’s my sister, stupid!”

During the next few weeks of January, you spent your entire time finishing work with Jungkook until it was the month couples adored.

Now, despite the way your personality was, you never really enjoyed Valentine’s Day. Yes, it was nice when you would receive candy and chocolate from classmates after you had to when you were children, but now it just showcased the status of people. That was a reason, though. The other was that your parents argued more around this month, and it was hard. It led to their divorce, and much to your luck—sarcasm—after your parents tried to split their time with you, your mom was never great, hence why Taehyung’s mom came into the picture since she was your mom’s best friend and didn’t agree with her actions.

But you were happy this time. You got to befriend the guy you’ve had a crush on since orientation of the first year of college, so why wouldn’t you be happy? It may not be a big deal, but it was a big improvement on your part since you could never utter a single word to any of the guys you used to like, so being able to be friends with Jungkook made you happy.

“I brought you snacks!” You exclaimed once you reached him with a smile on your lips. You ignored the looks you received from other people and passed him a bento filled with food. “And good morning, Jungkook.”

“Good morning,” he muttered back, watching you sit down in your seat. Your hands quickly moved to take out your assignments and things you needed for class, and when you finished, you looked back at him with your hands neatly folded in front of you. He raised an eyebrow. “Hmm?”

“Try it,” you encouraged, gesturing towards the bento, and he sighed, opening the lid. “I made it with love.”

He looked up at you through his lashes at hearing you sing song the last word rather dramatically. He even noticed you had a little heart with your hands to emphasize it, and he could simply smile a bit, shaking his head at your antics.

“I’ll eat a bit, alright?” He mumbled out, grabbing the spoon you provided rather gently in between his ring-cladded fingers. He looked up to see you looking at him with a hopeful look and made sure to see if the professor was coming in. Seeing that she wasn’t, he ate the food you provided him and savored it.

“Well?” You bit your lower lip nervously while watching him eat. He slowly hummed, and you couldn’t even find any type of answer on his face that told you if he liked it or not.

He continued to eat with furrowed brows, and he still couldn’t give you a full answer. He was savoring it so much that he would immediately wave off any type of chocolate he would get from people coming to give it to him.

“Jungkook,” you whined, grabbing his forearm and lightly shaking him so he wouldn’t choke on his food. “How is it?”

You could hear the soft snickering he let out under his breath as he gulped down his food before turning to look at you. “It’s so fucking good. You need to make more.”

“God,” you playfully rolled your eyes at him and placed a hand over your chest by your heart, “just say you fell in love with me.”

He opened his mouth to say something once you turned away from him to cover the food, but he got cut off once your teacher came in, greeting everyone.

“Sorry for holding up the class. There was traffic.”

As she rambled on, you started writing in your notebook to calm down your heart, which was rapidly pumping. He loved your food.

“Hey,” you heard, turning your head and looking at Jungkook, who was glancing at his iPad. “Taehyung and I are going to eat at the café that you told me about. You wanna come with your friends, um, Mina, and, um, what’s his name?”

“Minjee and Jimin, Jungkook,” you corrected with humor laced in your voice. He always sees them after you two get out of class together, but that’s it; they all just look at one another and ignore each other.

“Yeah, them,” he sighed. “Anyway, do you want to come to the café?”

You nodded and smiled at his question. “Of course I will. My last class doesn’t end until 3:45, though.”

“It’s fine,” he shrugged, leaning back on his seat. He gave you a look. “Just text me. You have my number.”

You nodded with a happy hum and looked away from his gaze. But, you let his question settle in your head and hid your smile.

“You remembered I—”

“Bring it up, and I won’t take you.”

With a silent giggle, you continued to write your notes. Your hands felt clammy against your pencil, and you couldn’t process the fact that Jungkook had remembered that small moment. After all, you mentioned it once, two weeks ago or so, when you heard some girls talking about it from behind you two.

Getting out of class together, you two were stopped almost immediately by a girl handing Jungkook a letter nervously.

“Hi, Jungkook.” She placed a piece of hair behind her ear rather shyly, and you noticed her friends looking at her in the background. You stepped aside to not intervene, and although it did pain you to do so, you didn’t want to be a nuisance.

“What do you want?” He raised a brow, an annoyed expression crossing his face.

You winced at his tone and continued to watch, feeling bad for the poor girl who was shaking in her shoes. She gulped and cleared her throat.

“Um, I have been thinking of you,” the girl confessed, fidgeting with the paper as she continued her profession, “and I can’t—”

Jungkook immediately scoffed at the words spewing out of her mouth and looked away. “I don’t want it. Share it with someone else.”

“But—”

“Weren’t you one of the girls who was wondering what I was like in bed?” The girl’s face turned red in a flash, showcasing the embarrassment she felt at that moment since there were girls around her and the guy in front of her. “I don’t like girls who sexualize me.”

With one last scoff, Jungkook walked away. But he made sure you were still following behind him since he knew that the girls who liked him would blame you as quickly as they professed their love for him.

You sped away from the girl and the crowd, hearing the way she started to cry out of anger and embarrassment. You caught up to Jungkook and puffed your cheeks.

“Are you okay?” You softly asked, making sure to not overstep. He glanced down at you before eyeing your best friends and his friend together.

“I don’t want them to get the wrong idea,” he simply stated and continued walking towards your small group. You didn’t want to make him uncomfortable by questioning it even more, so you immediately smiled at seeing your friends.

You were the only one in the friend group who had one more class. It was about a 3-hour lecture, so as soon as you guys grabbed some food to eat, you were dropped off at your class by all 4.

“I’ll see you guys later!”

Your grin made three of your friends smile back, waving at you. Jungkook stood by and simply waved back before he and the others walked away.

“I miss her already,” Minjee sighed, pursing her lips. Jimin and Taehyung let out hums of agreement simultaneously, stating that they, of course, missed you as much. However, they heard a deeper tone and snapped their heads towards Jungkook, who wasn’t looking at them but rather seemed more interested in playing with his lip ring and eyeing the flowers of a nearby bush.

“Did you agree?”

“No.”

He did.

On the other hand, you weren’t having a good time.

A 3-hour lecture was not something you wanted right now because you were too excited to focus since you were going to be able to hang out with your friends. Especially Jungkook. Because of that reason, it was no surprise that you were the first person gone as soon as the teacher announced it was time to pack.

Jungkook was waiting for you at the front of the building your class was in. You noticed his stoic expression heightening when he would get approached or when he could hear people talking about him, so you took it as a sign to pull him away once someone approached him and wouldn’t leave him alone.

“Hi,” you smiled at the person before waving, your hand wrapping itself around Jungkook’s wrist. You then glanced at the person with the same sheepish smile. “Bye.”You led Jungkook away and once you made sure you were at a distance away from everyone, you looked at him. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he breathed out before clearing his throat. “Come on. The others are waiting by the supermarket.”

“Let’s go!”

It wasn’t the first time walking together, of course, but it was the first time walking off campus. He kept glancing at you here and there—you were too busy talking to notice—and he debated whether he should thank you once you were done explaining to him how you had to find a partner in class.

It was nerve-wracking; to be surrounded by a bunch of people who were obsessed with wanting to be with you. Jungkook didn’t mind it, but once he felt the hands and remembered the face of someone he once knew in his life that negatively impacted his life, he couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed by some people fighting to be with him. He stood up for himself as best as he could, but they just wouldn’t listen.

“Finally.”

He snapped out of his thoughts once he came to hear another voice, a familiar one, and even heard sounds of agreement coming from your friends.

“Sorry,” you winced. “We came as fast as we could. We can go now.”

“Be thankful it’s right around the corner,” Taehyung squinted his eyes playfully as he spoke, obviously just wanting to tease you. You rolled your eyes and smacked the back of his head once you passed by him to hang out with Minjee. The other three stayed behind to keep a close eye on you two, all while also talking to each other. Since Jungkook wasn’t a big talker and liked admiring instead, Taehyung and Jimin spoke the most and even added comments that allowed Jungkook to answer with a hum.

“Woah,” Minjee let out once you 5 arrived at the café.

It was already halfway packed and there were so many college students there that it started to make Jungkook anxious at the idea of someone hitting on him when he was with his friends. Thankfully, you and Taehyung noticed his change of demeanor and made him sit between you two.

“It looks so pretty,” Jimin said, his eyes looking around the place to eye the decorations that caught his attention. “Wait, I need to take pictures!”

You snorted under your breath and watched your friend immediately take out his phone, snapping away.

You made sure they all knew what to order first before you went back to the digital menu on your phone to see what you wanted.

“Jungkook,” you whispered since the others were talking with a waiter. Said man turned to look at you and he saw your brows furrowed in concentration. “Which one sounds good?”

You pointed your phone towards him, allowing him to see the options. He hummed and eyed the options meticulously before choosing.

“The first one.”

“Okay, okay.”

Once you all ordered, you were too distracted to notice that Jungkook had taken out his bento and continued to eat it, savoring each drop. He stayed quiet, like always, and the scenery in front of you was funny considering that this intimidating man wearing all black was in a place with rather bright colors. It was simply amusing.

“How was Y/n as a child?” Minjee asked, throwing a teasing smile your way once she saw that your smile had faded and a groan had escaped them instead.

“Do not tell them, Taehyung.”

He simply smirked and leaned closer. “She was an annoying crybaby.”

You scoffed at his words and leaned over Jungkook’s figure to smack his arm. “No, I wasn’t you ass.”

“Yes, you were!” He exclaimed back at you, smacking you back. He then turned to look back at your friends all while Minjee and Jimin listened with amusement and Jungkook continued eating—he was listening, though. “There was this one time she was chasing me and next thing you know, I heard crying, and my mom went to go check… she had merely tripped on a pair of shoes and fell.”

“I was bleeding from my nose?” You give him an incredulous that has hid him snickering. “He was laughing the entire time and his poor mom was wiping my nose. He got in trouble, though.”

“Yeah, and then you punched me in the nose,” Taehyung spoke in a loud tone, emphasizing every word. He rolled his eyes. “I’m never forgiving you for that one.”

“You punched him?” Jungkook side-glanced you and you cleared your throat, looking away from his gaze. You light shrugged.

“Maybe.”

You heard him snort and stared at him now. Jungkook had a small smirk on his face, shaking his head.

“It’s a good thing then,” he said, making eye contact with you. You hid your smile as best as you could and nodded.

“He deserves it once in a while,” you chuckled and he hummed in agreement with you as he chewed on his food. “Wait, you’re eating it?”

“I told you it’s good, did I not?” He arched his pierced brow at you and you gulped at how attractive he looked doing that. Nervously nodding, he looked away. “Just say you don’t listen to me.”

“I-” Shocked at his teasing tone, your eyes slightly widened. “Are you teasing me?”

“I don’t know, am I?” While swallowing his food, he spared you one more look before looking away again. “Close your mouth, you’ll catch flies.”

“Woah!” You and Jungkook eyed Taehyung who spoke, his eyes and the others on you two. “I’ve never heard you talk like that, Kook.”

“Because you’re annoying,” Jungkook rolled his eyes, pushing his face away from his since he was about to rest his head on his shoulder.

“I’m just surprised because this is the longest I’ve heard you talk,” Minjee commented with Jimin agreeing with her. Jungkook shrugged.

“I don’t feel like talking half of the time,” he simply explained, closing the bento once he finished with his food. He gave you your tupperware back, a small “thank you” escaping the lips he kept licking to savor any leftover sauce.

“Here are your drinks.” Your waiter arrived—thanks to Jungkook’s relief—to give you all the things you ordered, and you fidgeted in your seat once you had noticed a phone number on the sleeve of the cup that was given to you.

“Um, I think this phone number is for you,” you said, giving the cup to Minjee. She frowned and grabbed it from you before she rolled her eyes with a smile playing on her lips.

“Honey, that’s for you,” she chuckled. You pursed your lips and eyed it. You looked around for the waiter and your eyes met with his because he was currently looking at you.

“Uh, but what I don’t want to call him…?” You studied the paper and you heard Jungkook from beside you sigh.

“Here,” he grabbed the cup and stood up, ignoring the looks he received as he walked towards the boy behind the counter.

You could see him talking and the waiter peaked at you, his mouth moving to talk back to Jungkook. You saw Jungkook curtly nod before he walked away with a new sleeve on your cup and he propped it in front of you.

“He won’t bother you.”

Minjee, Jimin, and Taehyung gave each other looks while containing their giggles at the way he said those words to you.

“What’d you tell him?” You questioned and he shrugged.

“Just that you felt uncomfortable,” he replied, taking a sip of his smoothie.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.”

Hiding your smile while taking a sip of your drink, your eyes met your friends who were wiggling their eyebrows at you. You subtly threw them the middle finger but you couldn’t help but feel that familiar tingling coursing through your body. Unknowingly, the new events would bring you and Jungkook closer.

Jungkook surprised you the next day.

Before class, you had texted him that you’ll be in class earlier so you’ll get him some treats, considering that he had told you he had been getting headaches during class because he doesn’t eat.

Taehyung had told you to get him some banana milk and you got him other snacks that you’d hope he’d enjoy.

Walking to class, you were stopped, though, by a girl and a guy, their smiles so fake you could spot it a mile away. You frowned, not knowing who they were, and smiled confusedly.

“Hi?” You questioned.

“You’re Jungkook’s friend, right?” The girl spoke first and you hummed, not giving them a clear answer. “Well, he changed his phone number and we wanted to contact him because we wanted to interview him.”

“Uhuh,” you mused, clearly not believing in their lies. You had crossed your arms over your chest, an amused expression on your face. “Sorry, I advise you to talk to him about it first because I don’t give his phone number out to anyone.”

“Yeah, but he won’t know it came from you,” the guy said next, staring at you up and down. You ignored the way he was giving you an attitude and you rolled your eyes.

“He’s my friend and that’s why I won’t give you his phone number,” you threw them a fake smile, too. “Now, if you allow me, I have class.”

They stepped in front of you, blocking your way. The girl spoke again. “You have class with him, right?”

“Why?”

“We can drop you off!” The girl enthusiastically exclaimed, clapping her hands as if what they were about to do was so amazing. You scoffed.

“Sorry?” You made sure you heard them right. And just as they grabbed your arms to drag you to your class, you kept your feet planted on the ground to keep you in place. “This is creepy to another level. Leave him alone.”

“What are you talking about?” The guy snickered. “We’re just going to drop off our friend.”

“You don’t even know my name,” you pointed out, crossing your arms and staring them down.

As they opened their mouths to speak, they shut them close as soon as a figure emerged from behind you, a glare set on his face.

“What the hell are you doing?” You sighed in relief at hearing Jungkook’s voice from behind you. You felt his fingers grab your forearm and place you right beside him. “I told you two to leave me alone and now you’re harassing my friend?”

The girl gulped at listening to his tone and waved her hand, dismissing his words. “We just wanted—”

“Wanted what, huh?” Jungkook got closer to her to stare her down even more. He leaned a bit closer to whisper to them both. “Do not put your hands on her ever again. If you want to ask me something, ask it to me face to face. Do not speak to her.”

At not hearing a single word or sound coming out of them, he angrily scoffed and turned to look at you. His eyes shifted to the way your brows were furrowed out of worry, gaze on the other two. He grabbed your hand and led you away, ignoring the whispers thrown your way, and took you to a reserved spot.

“Are you okay?” You immediately asked, noticing his figure shaking a bit. He nodded.

“I’m sorry about that,” he sighed, sitting down on a bench near your classroom. He placed his palms on his face, elbows propped on his thighs, and soft breaths leaving his mouth and nose. “Listen, if you don’t want to be my friend—”

“Jungkook shut up,” you smiled at him and sat on his side. “Just because a few people beg me to give them your phone number, it’s not going to make me stop being your friend. I wouldn’t be a real friend if I ran away.”

“Really?” He asked and you nodded.

“Don’t worry,” you reassured. “I’m just there you got there in time. Nice to know you’ll protect me against people like that.”

“Of course,” he mumbled, looking back at his lap. He played with his lip ring. “Thank you for what you said by the way. Thank you for having my back.”

“Of course, you’re my best friend,” you childishly grinned at him, passing him his snacks and drink. “Here ya go!”

“You texted Tae, I’m guessing,” he chuckled as he noticed the banana milk. You nodded. “Thank you.”

“And thank you.”

“Don’t thank me,” he waved you off. “I’ll always be there for whatever you need.”

And he stood by his word.

A couple of days later, you were heading towards the place a peer of yours had told you to go to. You were a bit lost as you never discovered more of your college campus, but you tried your hardest to navigate around without looking too lost.

“Where are you going?”

You turned your head and smiled once you came to see Jungkook standing not so far from you, hands inside the pockets of his sweater.

“Do you know who,” you glanced at your phone, “Do-yun is?”

He immediately sighed, briefly closing his eyes in clear disappointment. “Are you going to meet up with a random stranger?”

You shook your head. “He’s my partner in one of my other classes. I was just telling you to see if you knew him.”

Of course, Jungkook knew him.

The guy was an asshole, and that’s saying something, considering Jungkook was the biggest asshole. But Do-yun was a cheater, and he loved playing around with people’s feelings. It didn’t matter what gender they were, as long as they had a heart and were extremely sensitive. You were a target now, considering that you were so chirpy, happy, and empathetic.

Jungkook immediately frowned.

“I’ll go with you,” he said, watching you hum and curtly nod with a smile on your face. You immediately grabbed onto his arm, dragging him towards where Do-yun was waiting for you.

You struggled a bit, but Jungkook guided you towards the place Do-yun requested you to go. At noticing the place, Jungkook was happy he saw you because where you were heading was a pretty quiet spot with no one around unless one came across it.

“Do-yun?” You called out once you reached your destination. Said man turned around at hearing his name being called and smiled.

“Hey-Oh…” His smile faded once he came to find the tall, stoic, tattooed man next to you, glares being thrown at him. He rapidly shook his head to wave off his shock and you eyed the way a smile started forming on his face again. “Hey, I was just expecting you and not,” he glanced at Jungkook, “anyone else.”

You smiled and patted Jungkook’s arm softly. “Jungkook is my friend, and he just wanted to come with me.”

“Hmm,” Do-yun hummed, a fake smile spreading on his lips because he and Jungkook did not get along. Jungkook did not take his shit, and Do-yun just wanted to punch that stupid face of his 24/7. “Anyway, are you okay with coming to my house to work on the project?”

“Why can’t we just meet up at the library?” You frowned, and Jungkook praised you in his head for being smart about the situation. Knowing the man in front of you, he knows he has other plans in mind. “I don’t feel safe going to someone’s house, especially someone I don’t know.”

“That’s reasonable,” Do-yun said, and Jungkook almost laughed at the way he tried to charm you. It was obvious what he was trying to do with you, and Jungkook hated it. He just wanted to punch the shit out of him for even daring to look at you with those nasty eyes of his. “We can just meet up in the library then.”

“Um, is it okay if Jungkook can join us?” You questioned, and though Jungkook might think you’re naive, you’re not. You can see the way Do-yun looked at you, and it was uncomfortable, so you hoped Jungkook would say “yes” to your request.

Upon noticing both of you had turned to look at him, Jungkook didn’t waste a second mentally agreeing to be there.

“Um, isn’t it supposed to be partners only?” Do-Yun questioned, glaring back at Jungkook once you looked away to look at your phone. “I don’t think we need another person there that isn’t in our class.”

“I’ll be there.”

You smiled at hearing Jungkook’s words and grinned at the guy in front of you, who immediately waved off the glare he was sending toward Jungkook. “Don’t worry. He won’t bother us. He’s just there so he can take me home.”

Do-Yun hummed and slowly nodded, still not up to having Jungkook ruin his plans. After all, you were so pretty, he had to get to you. Being Jimin’s best friend—he liked playing around with everyone—and Minjee’s—she just loved making friends—you were sought out, too. They were popular, and you were popular by association. You didn’t like it, as you liked your little group of friends, but it was a title that followed you. You didn’t need the popularity. But you were more popular now that you were associated with the guy everyone tries to go after and are even friends with his best friend—no one knows you and Taehyung are childhood friends—who was the most popular guy on campus because of his looks. Of course, he’d want you. To finally snag the girl everyone wants to befriend because of her friends? Yeah, you piqued his interest.

“I also don’t trust you,” Jungkook stated, continuing to burn holes into Do-yun’s head.

“You don’t trust me?” Do-yun scoffed.

“I don’t trust you.”

Jungkook made sure to empathize his words before he left with you, eyes not straying away from the guy now glaring back at him since your back was facing towards him.

“He’s such a creep,” you sighed as soon as Do-yun was out of earshot. “He tried pulling some moves on Minjee, too, so I know all about his dumb little game.”

“And that is?”

“And that is to get in my pants,” you answered, shivering out of cringe. You couldn’t ignore the way the blonde-haired guy tried pulling a move on you in class. That’s why you ended up as partners.

“You’re not as dumb as other people are,” Jungkook hummed and you snorted at his comment. With his hands in the pockets of his jacket and his hair swaying with the wind, you eyed the way he looked as he said that comment because one thing Jungkook is good at is insulting you and complimenting you at the same time.

“Well, you’re not an asshole like other people are.”

“Shut up, you think I am.”

You giggled at his comment and continued walking side by side, arm brushing against the leather material of his jacket.

After class was finished, Minjee came to pick you up so you two could go out and eat. It had been a while since you two hung out, just you two girls, so while Jimin was out making friends with Taehyung, you two went to the music store that she liked going to.

“He likes you.”

You snorted at Minjee’s comment as you eyed the objects in the store.

“He’s just being friendly,” you waved off, briefly smiling at some people who passed and you awkwardly made eye contact with him. “He rejects everyone who confesses to him. He’ll reject me and he’ll stop being friends with me.”

“Have you thought about the fact that he, I don’t know,” Minjee said, her voice dropping a bit while her hands held some albums, “maybe rejects them because he doesn’t know them? Random people are throwing themselves at him and he doesn’t know them at all.”

“That’s true,” you mumbled. “But, it doesn’t mean anything. We’re friends, best friends in my head. That might be how he is with Taehyung, too.”

Minjee thought about it and nodded. “Yeah, you’re probably right.” You two continued to walk around and you waved at the store owner, Yoongi, aka Minjee’s cousin, as soon as you came to see him looking at the door rather miserably. “Ah, he gets passed down my grandparents' store and he hates it. What a boob.”

“Shut up, Minjee, before I make your parents make you work.”

“I’ll gladly work here.”

You eyed their banter and walked away to let them be because much like how Minjee was with Jimin and Jimin was with her, they’ll bring you into their arguments and make you choose a side, which you don’t mind but it was hard to choose when they were both wrong.

You eyed some t-shirts here and there that fit Jungkook’s style, and snapped pictures to send to him. You even made sure to snap pictures of jewelry that screamed him.

Looking around once more while Minjee caught up with her cousin, you looked back at the pictures. However, something caught your eye in one of them once you sent it. There, in the background, Do-Yun stood with the two people he always hung out with, his back facing you. Thankfully he hadn’t noticed you and sighed in relief, but you felt like you jinxed it once you heard him calling your name.

Turning around, a smile that didn’t reach your eyes came to be, and you stayed in your place.

“Hi, Do-Yun,” you greeted.

“Hi, Y/n,” he grinned. He looked over his shoulders, hands sticking out. “Guys, this is Y/n, the girl I told you about.”

“Oh, the hot one,” a friend of his commented and you mentally groaned because, of course, it would be a moment like this. “You are hot, you know that?”

“Ah, yes, because I was seeking a compliment,” you sweetly stated, hoping that they would notice your attitude and take a hint. “Anyway, I’m heading out.”

“Wait.”

You felt a hand on your arm and you immediately pulled away. “Don’t touch me, Do-yun.”

“Damn, why are you so fucking angry?” He chuckled as if your attitude was the funniest thing ever. You rolled your eyes and ignored him. “Wow, are you riding Jeon’s dick this hard you can’t even talk to me?”

“Leave him out of this.” You gave him a look. “I’m simply telling you to leave me alone but that small ass brain of yours isn’t working, is it?” His friends chuckled at your words and Do-yun was not laughing anymore. “I was nice letting you be my partner, but seeing you now after school, I want nothing to do with you, so please look for another person.”

“Come on, Y/n,” Do-yun grabbed your wrist. You closed your eyes at his actions and looked around to make eye contact with Minjee. Luckily she had been looking around for you, too, and her eyes widened at your situation. “This attitude of yours can simply be fixed if you hang out with me.”

“Are you that desperate to sleep with someone?” You commented. “Like, are you? I’m telling you no and I’m showing you that I don’t want to be your partner anymore, and you still talk about wanting to take me out?”

The silence was deafening, but you thanked your best friend for immediately walking to you.

“Leave her alone, Do-Yun,” she sternly stated, her hand wrapping itself around his own. She took your hand away from his and pushed him away. “You’re so fucking annoying. Take a hint.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about, Jee,” Do-Yun sneered, getting closer. “Leave us the fuck alone.”

“No, no, no,” Minjee waved a finger in front of his face and you gulped down your chuckle. “You leave me the fuck alone and you leave her the fuck alone because your desperation is showing. You really can’t bag anyone if this is how far you have to go.”

“How about you shut the f—”

“Alright, buddy,” your heads snapped towards the voice and you all made eye contact with Yoongi’s glare, “get out of my damn store.”

“But—”

“No, don’t disrespect my family like that and expect to be welcome nicely here,” Yoongi raised his eyebrows as if to tell them to test him and he gestured towards the door. “Get out before I let Minjee get the pepper spray.”

Do-Yun exhaled loudly and walked away, clearly embarrassed at the situation he was in. He was more embarrassed that he was talking like that in front of his friends, but you and Minjee did not care. You were tired of his actions and you knew you shouldn’t have partnered with him.

Yoongi was paranoid about the situation and your guys’ safety, so he closed down the shop early to drop you two off at your apartment.

Saying goodbye and thanking him, you walked home, and your mouth couldn’t stop spewing curse words directed towards Do-yun.

“What an asshole,” you scoffed, opening your door with your key. “He tried putting his hands on me and said my “attitude” would be fixed if I hung out with him?” You opened your door and walked in, ignoring the voices in the background. “I mean, he’s such a piece of shit. I’m gonna punch him tomorrow, I’m not kidding. No, I’m going to do worse because how dare you touch me.”

“Y/n.”

“No,” you waved off, placing your bag on the table harshly. You placed your keys on the bowl nearby and took off your sweater. “Like, how entitled do you have to be?”

“What happened?” Jimin whispered. Minjee sighed, plopping next to him.

“Do-Yun,” Minjee made sure he knew who she was talking about before continuing, “was at the store we went to today, and he didn’t let Y/n go because he held her wrist.”

“What?”

You turned around and froze in your steps, because right across from Jimin was Taehyung and Jungkook who had gotten up at the revelation.

“What did he do?” Taehyung asked, eyebrows furrowing out of anger.

“That asshole was just annoying me,” you waved it off, though, you were seething. A second incident of someone grabbing you irritated you because of the nerve some people have. “I told him to find another partner because it’s not going to be me.”

“He grabbed you?” Taehyung asked, stepping forward to make sure you were okay. You nodded. “I’m going to kill him.”

“I’m just so angry,” you groaned, and Jungkook watched your actions because he had never seen this side of you. You were annoyed and irritated and furious all at once, and your hands were fidgeting with your fidget rings he never saw you play with.

“Don’t stress about it too much,” Jimin frowned, petting your head. “He’s not worth thinking about.”

“I’m more pissed he was talking back to Minjee,” you said, wrapping your arms around your friend. Minjee smiled and hugged you back, rubbing your back because she could feel your heart pounding against your chest from adrenaline.

“We’ll deal with it.”

You didn’t think they’d deal with it. Well, you did because both Jimin and Taehyung are fighters once their friends are harmed. You never doubted Jungkook, but you honestly didn’t expect him and the others to go by their own words. You don’t know why, but the three would do anything for you and Minjee, so if you two get harassed by an obvious asshole, they needed to step in.

The next day after the incident, Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung looked for Do-yun. Jimin followed him on Instagram and he immediately alerted them of where he was since Do-yun had taken a video and posted it on his story. So, the three of them sauntered off towards where Do-yun was, and they made sure to be away from any type of crowd.

“Hey, Do-yun!”

Said man looked over his shoulder and saw that the three were walking towards him, obviously pissed.

“What the hell is wrong with you harassing Minjee and Y/n, huh?” Taehyung asked. “Are you that much of a pussy you have to say shit to them?”

“Oh, what saviors you are,” Do-Yun rolled his eyes. He looked over his shoulder to make sure his friends were there, but his shoulders sagged once he saw that they had backed away. “Look, it’s not my fault that Y/n has to be saved or whatever and brought Minjee into it. If anything, it’s her fault.”

“Oh, yeah just blame Y/n and not your stupid ass self, huh?” Jimin laughed sarcastically, not liking the way this doofus in front of him was talking about his friends. He eyed, Jungkook, though once he saw that he was quiet and observing.

“Y/n was exaggerating my actions, dude,” Do-Yun rolled his eyes before setting themselves on Jungkook. “If she wasn’t dick-riding you so hard, she wouldn’t have made it a big deal.”

“I dare you to fucking talk about her again, asshole,” Jungkook said, a scoff escaping his lips.

“You're just jealous that I took a chance to talk to her about feelings,” Do-yun spat out. “Let’s not forget how you can’t have a single girl talk to you without you suddenly shaking.”

“At least he has girls talking to him,” Jimin commented, snorting at his comment. Do-yun glared at Jimin and he turned to look back at Jungkook.

“Just admit it, Jeon, if I wanted to, I could fuck her—”

Jungkook didn’t even let him finish his sentence before punching him across the face, making his bleed from his nose. Do-yun, though, didn’t want to look like a fool in front of his friends, so he struck back, though, his fist landed on Jungkook’s mouth instead. Hard but not too hard. Just hard enough that Jungkook started bleeding. It didn’t stop from there because Jungkook swung back at him sbd punched him hard in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him.

Watching him fall, Jungkook took a step back, wiping away some blood with the back of his inked hand.

“Stay away from her, you fucking idiot.”

Walking away, Jimin and Taehyung looked between the body on the floor groaning and then at their friend leaving. They laughed simultaneously at Do-yin’s face and followed behind Jungkook like children.

“oh, my god,” Jimin laughed. “His face was funny.”

“I hope you know that Y/n is going to be mad at you,” Taehyung smiled, snickering at the way Jungkook sighed.

“I know.”

And you were.

“So you decide to fight him?”

Jungkook winced at your scolding as you wiped away the wound on his lip. The others stood by and snickered at the scolding he was receiving and Minjee was secretly recording.

“Y/n—”

“No, Jungkook,” you glared at him, “you could’ve gotten hurt. No, not even that, if a staff member had seen you two, you would’ve gotten punished. What he did isn’t worth you fighting for and getting in trouble for.”

“He grabbed you!” Jungkook spoke in a louder tone than usual. “I told you I would be there if you need anything.”

Noticing that this was a moment you two needed, just you two, you made sure to give Minjee a look that had her pushing away your friends outside.

At the silence, your gaze softened as you eyed Jungkook.

“Look,” you started, eyes meeting his, “I appreciate you punching him, okay? I do.” He nodded. “I just don’t want you to regret doing that if you get in trouble.”

“I don’t regret it,” he reassured. “I promise.”

“But I’m still mad,” you pointed a finger at him. “I was supposed to punch him.”

Jungkook lowly chuckled at your words and eyed your concentrated face. “You can still do that tomorrow.”

You giggled. “Okay.”

And Jungkook, of course, didn’t think you’d try something, because when he found you the next day, you were scolding Do-yun.

“You better be thankful that Jungkook already hit you hard enough or else I would’ve broken your nose,” you sneered, shaking your head in disappointment.

“Yeah, what my friend said,” Minjee commented from beside you. Do-Yun was just silent, his friends holding in their laughs that these two girls were threatening him.

“Yeah, so come at me,” you got closer to him. However, a hand stopped you from doing so, and you looked over your shoulder to see that Jungkook was holding onto your backpack. “No, let go of me, I will jump him.”

You heard him sigh and he continued dragging you away while you continued to spew threats at Do-yun.

“You should be lucky Jungkook came here or else I would’ve knocked your ass out for hitting his pretty face!”

But Jungkook couldn’t do anything other than smile at himself.

“Idiot…”

It was midterm week and that meant so many students stressing. However, what Jungkook didn’t expect is you missing.

He was currently looking for you in class, his head snapping side to side to see if you would appear out of thin air but nothing.

He was feeling fidgety, and your presence alone comforts him every day since you always distract him by talking to him about your day or gossip you’ve heard about from others. And now here he was, alone, and he would glare at whoever would try to sit on your seat. That’s your seat. Even though you weren’t there next to him, he doesn’t want someone else to talk his ear off.

“Where is she?” He mumbled under his breath, frowning. His phone was in his hand, nervously playing with it as he waited for your response, but nothing happened. He looked at the time, and all he could do was write down the notes of the lesson because, knowing you, he’d know that you’d be very dramatic about knowing you missed a lesson.

It was a while later that Jimin texted him. He didn’t expect it, but he knew your best friend wouldn’t have texted him out of nowhere, considering that Jimin was scared of him. So, as he was packing his bag, he opened the message, his eyes running over the words.

Jaemin ( y/n friend ) : Y/n is sick. I just wanted to tell you so you can do her a favor in doing her notes, pls 🙏🏼

That’s why, Jungkook sighed and put away his phone.

He hummed and looked at the time, knowing that he had his last class in a bit, but he needed to make sure you were okay. Not that he cared, but he needed to make sure you were okay.

Walking towards where your apartment was, he softly knocked, holding onto his backpack strap. He still held his serious expression, and it didn’t change once Jimin opened the door with a shocked expression.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, his mouth slightly agape at eyeing the broad-shouldered, tattooed man. “Um, Y/n is sick.”

“Where is she?” Jungkook asked and Jimin moved aside to let him in. The latter simply hummed and went into their home, briefly looking around the place since it was a bit messy, and looked at Jimin with a raised eyebrow.

“She’s in her room,” Jimin replied, pointing towards the door that had your name in cursive. Jungkook nodded and headed towards it, but Jimin’s voice was heard again. “Just letting you know, she will most likely kick you out. She doesn’t like anyone caring for her.”

Jungkook hesitated, his hand hovering above your doorknob, but he just shrugged and walked in, met with a smell so nice and comforting.

He looked around and heard coughing from the bathroom. He made his way towards it and knocked, catching your attention.

“I’m okay, Jimin,” he heard you croak out before you went back to coughing. He rolled his eyes and knocked again, not wanting to let you know it was him because you’d most likely not open the door. “Oh, my God. I’m going, ‘m going.”

You opened the door, and there he was.

Jungkook eyed your face and the way your nose crinkled since it was stuffy. You were holding a wet towel with some droplets dripping out of it, and he ignored how shocked you were when he just gave you a look.

“You should be resting,” he stoically commented, taking away the towel from your hand. He dropped his backpack on the floor and took off his jacket, going into the bathroom to get rid of any excessive water left behind. “Jimin told me you didn’t like anyone caring for you.”

You softly groaned and leaned on the door frame, croaking out, “I’m just used to taking care of myself, so you can leave.”

“No,” the man simply stated, keeping his eyes on you through the mirror. “Either way, help would be nice to be considered considering your state right now.”

“I’m fine,” you sniffed, giving him a smile that would maybe convince him you were. But he saw the way you slightly swayed, holding onto the side of your head.

He sighed out of annoyance and walked towards you, grabbing onto your waist. You didn’t even process what he was doing and instead winced at the pain flashing in your head, almost as if the pain was traveling like thunderstorms.

“Fine my ass,” he retorted, leading you towards your bed. He felt your warmth even through the layers you had on, and he felt your forehead once you laid down. “You feel extremely warm. I’ll go make you some tea, okay?”

“No!” you whined, shaking your head. You held onto his hand. “Please stay. I’m very sleepy.”

He watched you silently. He placed the wet towel on your forehead and sighed, looking around your room with his hands on his hips. He looked at the slight mess and immediately sauntered towards the spare chair you had, grabbing it so he could place it by your side.

“I’ll stay, but once you wake up,” he pointed a finger at you threateningly, “you’re drinking it. Got it?”

You hummed and cuddled into your pillow. But you started to fidget and stuck out your hand.

“Give me.”

“Give you what?” He asked, brushing away some strands of hair landing on the towel. “Hmm?”

“Your hand,” you frowned. “It was very cold, and I feel like my entire body is burning, so it felt nice to hold your hand.”

Without a word, he gave you his hand and fingers dressed in rings, and he got comfortable once you placed his hand on your cheek, cuddling it. He softly groaned as he felt uncomfortable in the position he was in. So he glared at the bed and made you scoot over, his hand still placed on your face. You didn’t seem to mind his intrusion, scooting even more until you were close to your wall.

“Now, sleep,” he muttered, fixing the wet towel one more time before he heard you hum in satisfaction. His hand felt cold against your warm cheek, and he looked at the way your breathing slowed. Though he could tell you weren’t sleeping yet. “Why didn’t you let Jimin take care of you?”

Your eyes fluttered open, but you closed them again once you felt your headache pulse due to the light. You shrugged and sniffed, cheeks smushed against his hand bigger than your entire face.

“My parents were never home and always worked, whether I got sick or not,” you started, clearing your throat. “So, I just started taking care of myself without needing the help of anyone.”

“So you were neglected as a child?” He asked, unsure if he sounded too mean. He didn’t want to hurt your feelings.

“I mean, you could say that.” You smiled a bit. Though he could sense the lack of genuineness behind it, and then did he note that you do that a lot? Almost as if dismissing your pain. “I never minded it. After all, I was happy I had a roof over my head.”

He frowned at hearing that. “Were your parents ever there when you got awards or anything other than not being there?”

You slowly shook your head. “They were busy. Again, I knew they were, so I couldn’t complain. It’s why I stopped looking forward to ceremonies or birthdays.”

He stayed quiet, and you opened an eye to make sure he didn’t fall asleep. You saw him stare at the ceiling quietly, chewing on his bottom lip.

“I’m sorry…” He mumbled, and you softly chuckled.

“It’s okay,” you said, closing your eyes. “It just makes my friends' birthdays much more special and their achievements. You know I will always be in the crowd or be there next to you. I know what it feels like to not be seen, so it’s up to me to make sure others don’t feel that way.”

He looked down at you as soon as he heard a yawn escaping your lips. Your words were slightly slurred due to exhaustion, and before he could utter a word, soft snores escaped your mouth. He frowned, and he now thought about the times he had seen you.

The first day you two met, it was during class. You had bags with you, and he was annoyed, but he remembered you telling him it was your friend’s birthday and how, after class, you would be heading towards him to give them to him.

God, you were such an amazing friend. You even took care of him although he was cold towards you, but it was necessary. He couldn’t bear another situation like last time. He couldn’t. But he could see how genuine you were with him.

With one last look towards you, he just looks up at the ceiling, eyeing the glow-in-the-dark stars. And his heart clenched because he knew somewhere in you, your inner child was wounded by not having parents there for you.

After taking care of you the entire day, Jungkook stayed until the next day. Thankfully, he hadn’t gotten sick, and he simply told you (once you had asked how he couldn’t have), “I work out.”

He was relieved once you felt better and came to class, feeling less anxious that now half of the girls could see that they didn’t have a chance to sit next to him. He would’ve lost it if you hadn’t been there.

“The test is next week, so this entire week will be filled with an overview of the lessons.” Your professor spoke out loud, and you pursed your lips, eyes set on the notes you had taken. “Again, there are resources if you’re struggling. Come to my office hours or go to some clubs that will help you even more with this subject. If not, partner up with someone and—”

You and Jungkook immediately turned to look at one another, curtly nodding as unsaid words were told by the stare. He immediately wrote something on a piece of paper, and you even complimented his handwriting for now becoming neater after he started to take notes as neat as yours. The two of you ignored the stares you felt on you both.

“So, when—” You jumped back at feeling something on your forehead, your vision blocked by something white. You took it off and came to find a sticky note with “Jungkook’s partner. Back off” in all caps. You gave Jungkook a look before chuckling. “Okay, okay, I’ll put it back.”

He watched as you placed the sign back on your forehead, and he helped you pack up your things once he saw it was difficult for you to see. Thankfully, all the girls who had come up to him left as soon as they saw what you had on. It was pretty obvious that Jungkook had written it.

“Let’s go to the library,” Jungkook instructed, taking off the paper as soon as you two walked out. You hummed with a determined look on your face, turning to grab onto the backpack he was carrying so you two could snatch a decent seat. But he moved away from your hands. “You’re small, and you won’t be able to carry this, so let me carry it. I’m taller.”

You gave him a deadpan expression. “Jungkook, I can carry it.”

“I’m stronger.”

“And I don’t care!”

As you two bickered while continuing to walk towards the library, your best friends, Jimin, Taehyung, and Minjee, stood not so far from you two, obviously entertained.

“So,” Taehyung hummed, leaning against the wall, “how long do you think it’ll be until Jungkook notices Y/n likes him?”

“Never,” Minjee stated, shaking her head at their total obliviousness. “I think the question here is when is Jungkook going to notice that he likes Y/n?”

“Our friends are stupid.”

In the meantime, you and Jungkook thankfully found a table that no one was using, so while he stuck out the chair for you to sit on, you checked your phone.

“When are you free?” You questioned him, hearing him plop your backpack on the floor. You eyed him, and he stayed quiet, sitting next to you.

“I’m free every day,” he shrugged, sticking his hands inside his sweater. “Though, I do go to the gym, like, around 6-ish.”

“I’m going to make a calendar for us, so download the app I’m going to send you,” you instructed, and he pretended like he wasn’t listening, even though you knew full well who he was by the way he subtly took out his phone.

“Hey, Jungkook.”

“Fuck off,” he said before the guy on the side of him could continue speaking. The guy gave him a look of disbelief because he barely spoke. Why would Jungkook cut him off without hearing him?

“You didn’t even—”

“What then?”

The guy cleared his throat, his cheeks turning a dark pink that then traveled up to his ears, showing off his embarrassment.

“Do you want to be my part—”

“I already have one,” Jungkook cut him off again, gesturing your way without his eyes wavering from his phone. “I made it clear in class.”

“Sorry,” the guy squeaked out and when he left, you turned to slap Jungkook on the arm. He barely flinched and just gave you a look as if he was asking why you would do that.

“Stop being so mean,” you commented, a small scoff escaping your lips. He rolled his eyes and showed you his screen on the calendar app he downloaded, all while not caring about your words.

“They need to start taking hints.”

Understanding his reasoning, you dropped it, and you two continued to blend your schedules to meet up for your new project.

It didn’t take long—you wished it had—and he walked you towards your apartment to make sure you made it home safe. When you had teased him about it, all he said was: “Mention it and this will be the last time I’ll do this.”

You walked inside and smiled once you came to find Jimin, Taehyung, and Taehyung’s mom there, conversing.

“Mom!” You excitedly exclaimed, rushing towards your mother figure. You heard her laugh by your ear and her arms tightened around you. “I missed you!”

“Oh, honey, I missed you,” she smushed her cheek against yours and you smiled at her affection, relishing in the warmth. “I’m happy we made these plans beforehand because guess what I got you?”

“My strawberry milk?” You grinned and you felt her nod. “You’re a goddess!”

“I've been told before,” Taehyung’s mom giggled at your words and she watched as Taehyung took out your drink and passed it to you.

Sitting down, Jimin eyed you three. He knew your situation with your parents, and he was just happy you had people who cared about you. He didn’t expect to see Taehyung, the guy everyone was crushing on, in his house, with his mom, talking with him as if they’d known each other for so long, but everything was worth it once he saw your smile conversing with the older lady.

“So, how’s life been?”

Before you could answer, Taehyung opened his mouth, a smirk spreading on his face like usual. “Yeah, Y/n, tell Mom how you have a thing with Jungkook.”

Taehyung’s mom gasped. “Jeon Jungkook?” Her son nodded and she turned to look at you. “Spill everything.”

“We’re friends,” you groaned, hiding your face away from them.

“Yeah, who have intense feelings,” Taehyung continued and you glared at him, kicking his leg. He kicked yours back and Jimin chuckled.

“Let’s just say Y/n’s feelings may not be one-sided,” he stated and the older woman looked at him with wide eyes.

“Really?”

“He defended her and beat up someone for her,” Jimin named off, his hands sticking out to name events. “He was flirting with her when we went to the café and then went and told the waiter who had given her his phone number something to have him change the cup, and then he threatened some people to leave her alone and not to touch her.”

“Shut up,” you waved off.

“Y/n, he likes you!” Taehyung’s mom giggled excitedly, wanting to hear more. “I met him before so it’s nice to see you two getting along.”

“He’s such a nice person.”

You spent an hour or two talking with Taehyung’s mom, and she spent the night over so you two could privately talk more without Taehyung or Jimin intervening. She also stayed over once you had mentioned that you might throw Jimin a small party for his birthday coming up, stating that she’ll make some food before she leaves because she can’t handle leaving her kids by themselves without their stomachs full and without leftovers. You couldn’t even say no to that because you always liked eating whatever she made.

You threw Jimin a small get-together with your friend group 2 days later.

He was very happy about it and was extremely thankful to you for preparing it. He had heard you fixing everything before he woke up and you had brought him breakfast in bed at 9 am to surprise him. He was happy knowing that he had a friend like you, but he also knew he wasn’t a good friend for going out on your birthday. He always assumed you truly didn’t want anything, and now he notes your fallen expression.

“Smile!”

You were squatting here and there to get the right angles for Jimin’s pictures. He was laughing at your antics and he posed and smiled, holding on to the gifts you had given him. Taehyung stood in the background, shining a flashlight over you two to help with the photo shoot, and Minjee and Jungkook stood back and watched their friends.

Minjee smiled at you three and she saw you, your soft little smile once you saw how the pictures came out. Along with your expression, she noted your outfit and Jungkook’s own correlated in some way because you two

were wearing black shirts, blue jeans, and those damn Doc Martens you two wore. It was as if you planned but you two just looked at one another up and down confusedly and waved it off.

“She looks pretty, huh?” Minjee smirked behind the red cup she was drinking from, eyeing Jungkook’s expression from the corner of her eye.

He cleared his throat. “I mean, yeah…”

The two quieted down and the only thing loud enough was your guys’ laughter and the music playing in the background.

Minjee continued looking at you.

“You know,” she began, “she’s always so thoughtful.”

“She is,” Jungkook agreed, glancing down at his drink. He could see her cheeks flushed because the alcohol was getting to her, so he hoped she wouldn’t reveal anything too much.

“And she’s so nice,” her eyes started to water as she expressed her gratitude for you. Very funny she was doing so when it was Jimin’s party. “You know, she deserves so much and here she is at a party she prepared all while she’s never celebrated her birthday.”

Jungkook looked back at you and watched you take pictures of Jimin very excitedly. He was holding onto your big gifts, and a grin was spread on his lips, clearly excited about what he had received from you.

“Why doesn’t she?” Jungkook questioned, his eyebrows starting to furrow. He eyed your friend before he turned to look at your shaking figure, clearly out of excitement. “But… she looks—”

“Y/n pretends to hate her birthday or even say that she doesn’t care,” Minjee cut him off, a sigh escaping her lips. “Her parents are assholes, and they slowly forgot about her birthday so she assumed it wasn’t as important, and she has never celebrated it. I feel bad, though, because we’re not good friends for throwing her something but we thought she didn’t want us to intervene.”

“Why are you telling me this?” Jungkook muttered in almost a hush, continuing to look at you with such an intense expression.

“You like her,” Minjee simply stated. He immediately went to open his mouth, but she rolled her eyes and raised her hand, shutting him. “Dude, I’ve seen the way you look at her.”

“I don’t look at her in any type of way.”

“Whether you admit it or not,” Minjee rolled her eyes, “you like my best friend, and as much as I hate to admit it, I’m sure you’ll make her happy. I only hate to admit it because you’re very… kept off, and you sometimes say hurtful things. She’s like my sister, and I don’t want her hurt.”

“You know I’ll never hurt her.”

“You better not, please.”

He eyed the way Minjee looked at you with tears in her eyes, smiling at the way you smothered Jimin with hugs. And then he looked at you, and the way your smile was so bright that it lit up the entire room more than the fairy lights you had hung up.

How could something as big as your birthday not be celebrated? You just wanted to be celebrated without asking for it, yet you got let down repeatedly and stopped celebrating the day you were born.

He could see the way your smile didn’t reach your eyes, and then did he stop and focus on you. You were sad, but you were happy because it was your best friend’s birthday. And you got ready, and you were beautiful, but you got ready for a party that wasn’t yours and a party you wished someone threw for you.

He remembered when you got sick and the way you held yourself. You didn’t like being taken care of because you taught yourself to do so since your parents were busy. A beautiful soul like you who did everything for her friends and loved as her life depended on it, but, again, you were simply a girl with her inner child hurt.

He could sense your emotions now. And he wished you could see how loved you are. You had him, and he had you, so knowing your birthday, he got to work.

It wasn’t hard to get everything ready.

He got you everything you liked, and Taehyung, Jimin, Minjee, and Taehyung’s mom helped get everything ready.

He knew to bring in your friends, Hobi and Jin, who were older than you but were like older brothers. He was sure to get the cake from a guy named Namjoon and his grandmother, who worked at the bakery you liked going to, and he knew you liked going to it because a music store was next to it that someone by the name of Yoongi—he found out it was Minjee’s cousin when they argued as soon as they saw each other—took care of.

Through it all, he made sure you didn’t know a single thing about your birthday party. And it wasn’t hard because you were very nonchalant about the days getting closer to your birthday, almost as if you’d forgotten it, too.

“Kook!” You gasped as you looked at the café you loved going to. He noted the nickname but you have been hanging out with him and Taehyung much more recently and Taehyung called him that so he didn’t think much of it—yes he did. “Look! They remodeled it.”

He eyed the small, cozy place and nodded. “They changed the sign, right? Or was it the lights?”

“It’s both,” you said, and he sighed in relief that his plan worked at getting you distracted.

He already knew the café had been remodeled a bit. It was enough, though, to keep you distracted a bit until your friends and Tae’s mom were finished.

“I heard they also added some new drinks to the menu,” Jungkook commented, smiling to himself at the way your face lit up at the mention of new drinks. He eyed the way you walked inside and grabbed his phone.

jungkook 😘: almost done?

tae: we’re ready! >:)

Jungkook walked towards you, and he saw you taking pictures of the new menu. Not letting out a word, he dragged you away so that it had you whining out of protest.

“Jungkook, I wanted to get one,” you dragged out. When he didn’t budge, you let out a huff and crossed your arms, well, you tried crossing your arms. “It’s my birthday, so I demand that you let me go so I can get myself one.”

“We’ll invite our friends. Come on.”

At the suggestion, you nodded happily and hummed, letting him drag you away to, you’re guessing, your house.

“Hold on.”

You nodded and stood behind him with your hands clasped together as if your house wasn’t yours and it was his instead. You frowned with a confused smile tilted on your lips.

“Jungkook, we can go inside.”

jungkook 😘: here

tae: we’re ready!

Jungkook moved aside.

“You’re right, sorry,” he stoically stated, and you eyed him. “What?”

“Why are you acting weird?” You questioned him, looking at him over your shoulder now that you had opened the door.

He looked over your head and smiled. Curious, you did so, too, and gasped at the sight.

Taehyung stood in between Minjee and Jimin with his mom on the side recording. He was holding a cake with your name on it. Candles lit up the house, which was mostly lit up by fairy lights forming hearts on the walls.

“Happy birthday, gremlin,” Taehyung grinned, his eyes tearing up at the way your own eyes were.

You stayed still, frozen in your spot, and your eyes were watering at the scenery. “Is that for me?”

“Duh, dummy,” Minjee sniffed, her chin resting on her clasped hands.

“Come on, blow your candles.”

With a nudge, you walked towards your family.

Your chest hurts, and soft, short pants escaped your mouth because you were close to sobbing. Your fingers shook, and you remembered the way your parents, together, celebrated you. When their issues began and more arguments became normal in your household, you did not remind them of your birthday so as not to be a burden.

Remembering it all, you eyed the people in front of you. They loved you so much, and they made you happy because this was all you wanted. And it healed something inside of you.

You remember being a child. You remembered sitting at the table, staring between your parents in the early morning, having hope they remembered. But they never said anything.

The more years went by, the more you realized you weren’t as important in their lives as you were. So while learning to take care of yourself when you were sick, eating alone, celebrating your achievements, and being alone during senior graduation, you gave up on thinking your parents would be there. Taehyung and his mom were there, but they celebrated together, and you just wanted your parents.

“You have us now.” You turned your head to the side and saw Jungkook staring at you, his eyes showing everything. He grabbed your hand tightly against his and sighed as the others started to sing. “You’ll never be alone during moments like these, okay? I know you were alone and you went through stuff, but we’ll always show up for you.”

You felt his fingers wipe away the tears escaping your waterline and smiled at him. “Thank you.”

He smiled back, and you could see the way he blinked away his tears. He felt empathy because here you were, letting your inner child be happy and healed.

“Happy birthday.”

At the end of the night, everyone was hammered, and who knew that Jungkook would get along with Jin and Hobi? Because in the current moment, he had to get rid of their arms around him holding him tight.

“Oh, my God,” Jungkook groaned. “Let go of me, old man.”

“Excuse me?” Jin gasped rather dramatically. “How dare you?”

“Let go of me and I’ll give you a better name,” Jungkook rolled his eyes, making sure you were nowhere in sight so he could continue pushing Jin away from him. “I’m gonna punch you.”

“And I’ll slap you, so I dare you.”

Jungkook groaned one last time before he succeeded in getting out of Jin’s hold. He watched him stumble a bit in his steps and noticed Minjee and Hobi on the floor, drunkenly speaking to one another about nonsense.

He ran a hand through his hair, hands landing to rest on his hips, and looked around for you. Taehyung’s mom had gone home, Taehyung was sprawled out on the couch watching the TV, and Jimin was next to him, sleeping. For people who claimed to handle their alcohol very well, they sure got drunk very quickly.

Noticing that the front door was unlocked, Jungkook made sure your friends weren’t doing anything stupid before walking out. There, he saw you on the stairs of your front porch, a piece of cake on a plastic plate, and your strawberry milk on your side.

“Hey.”

You turned your head and smiled at coming to see Jungkook there. He sat down next to you as you greeted him. “Hi.”

“What are you doing here by yourself, hmm?” He asked, nudging his shoulder with yours. You quietly chuckled and shrugged.

“Nothing, I’m just very happy about today so I wanted to come out here to reflect, I guess,” you answered. He nodded along and you looked at his side profile before clearing your throat. “Thank you for this.”

“I didn’t do anything,” he dismissed, but you had noticed the signs.

“Uhuh, so distracting me wasn’t part of the plan, or what?” You raised a brow and he didn’t look at you because he knew you knew. “After all, Taehyung told me.”

“He has such a big mouth,” Jungkook sighed, dropping his head. He turned to look at your very amused face and rolled his eyes. “Shut up.”

“I just didn’t expect you to be a softy,” you teased, a grin on your lips. He snorted and pushed you away as soft as he could. “Again, thank you, though.”

“It’s nothing,” he whispered back. He looked down at yours and his shoes with a sullen expression. “Um, Minjee told me something on Jimin’s birthday.”

“Ah, when she gets tipsy she tends to reveal—not secrets but just private things, which explains why we’re always so cautious with her,” you explained. “Why? What did she tell you?”

“She was telling me about how you never celebrated your birthday, parents were assholes,” he replied and he saw you freezing in your spot. You shook your head and he heard you laughing a bit.

“That girl,” you commented. “She’s lucky I love her and know that she didn’t mean any harm.” You placed your plate on the floor and rubbed your thighs with your palms. “It’s true. Like I told you when I got sick, I never celebrated my birthday. During that time, my dad had found out about my mom having an affair, so to burden them… I just never said anything about my birthday or brought it up. It was better for me to stay quiet and mind my own business.”

“Where are your parents now?” Jungkook asked, leaning back on his hands.

“My mom, I have no idea,” you shrugged. “She didn’t want anything to do with me after their divorce so she gave full custody to my dad and left.” Jungkook could see that you weren’t entirely phased by it. “As for my dad… He tried his hardest taking care of me and he didn’t do it alone. Taehyung’s mom taught me things I needed to be taught by a mother figure, and my dad didn't worry. He helps me pay for school but other than that, we only message one another during holidays.”

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?” You chuckled and you reassuringly smiled at him. You looked at his shoulder and back at his eyes, asking for permission, and he nodded. Leaning your head on his shoulder, you sighed. “It’s kind of bad when you think about the fact that my entire life, the one thing I’ve ever wanted was a birthday.”

“It’s not bad,” Jungkook explained, tongue running itself over his lips to soothe the dryness that came to slap him on the face. “You just had a rough childhood and though you may have had a roof over your head, it’s not bad to want things.”

You smiled at his words and waved off the tears welling up in your eyes. “What about you? You never talk about your parents, either.”

“Eh, I get too angry talking about my dad,” Jungkook shook his head at even imagining his father. “How do I say it? He’s an asshole.”

“Really?”

“Yep,” he nodded in confirmation. “He’s the type of person that doesn’t like it when men cry. Toxic masculinity, if you will. He slapped me once when I did so and my mom left him. But, I'm not too entirely phased since I have a stepdad who is more like a father.”

“That’s very good you have a support system,” you smiled at him and he chuckled at your actions. “Is that why it’s hard for you to open up to people?”

He hummed at your question. “It’s partly a reason.” He debated whether he should tell you the real reason for his actions, but being next to you, warmth radiating off of your body to his own, and watching the stars littered on the sky, he didn't want you to leave. Call him selfish but he wanted you in his life. “He just-After an event happened, he blamed it on me so, I thought it was my fault for everything that had happened and I just closed off, I guess.”

“I’ll fight your dad,” you grumbled out. He could feel your fingers subconsciously playing with his fidget rings, hearing the swishing sound of the ring being played with. The background music that Taehyung had suggested you guys play was still playing in the background. Your heart couldn’t help but skip a beat at the moment you two were sharing. “All I know is that you just needed your dad and I'm sorry you had to go through that. No one deserves it.”

He gave you a ghost of a smile on his lips and gulped down his feelings. “Thank you.” He looked off, a sense of relief overcoming his body at being able to share his emotions. Well, some of them. “Just for never judging me and for being understanding.”

“Of course,” you smiled. “You’ve been there for me, so just see me repaying you.”

“Hmm, how about you repay me tomorrow by making me that one dish you sent me?” You looked up at his face and he had raised a brow at you. “Taehyung and I were talking about it and we started craving it.”

You snorted. “I’ll make it. Especially since Taehyung will be having a major headache tomorrow.”

“We told him not to drink,” Jungkook recounted, remembering that Taehyung had told two friends he was a “beast” at handling his alcohol. You two just couldn’t wait to make fun of him. “He’s an idiot.”

“Sadly, he’s our friend,” you chuckled, shaking your head at how you could hear him talking now that he woke up. “Bet you $20 he’s going to cry once he pukes.”

“Deal.”

“Honey,” you two turned to look at the source of the voice and you came to find Hobi hiccuping. He pointed to the back with his thumb. “Your friend is crying in the bathroom because he threw up.”

“Ha!” You giggled rather enthusiastically. “You owe me $20, Kook.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll give it to you tomorrow,” Jungkook playfully rolled his eyes, following behind you to head toward the bathroom. There, Taehyung sat by the toilet, sobbing, as if he had just received the worst news in the world.

“Aw, Tae,” you pouted, leaning down to sit next to him. Jungkook flushed the toilet immediately sprayed some of the perfume you had nearby, and made sure that Hobi was okay. “What’s wrong?”

“I threw up,” he sobbed. “I want my mom.”

As soon as those words escaped Tae’s mouth, Jungkook snickered. “I am so totally recording this and blackmailing him with it.”

At seeing his newfound humor, you grinned to yourself while consoling Taehyung at the same time, placing a headband on his head to push away his hair from his face.

You and Jungkook took care of him, making sure to get rid of his jewelry and his oversized sweater. You also cleaned his face, too, since Taehyung had always been a big skincare person. He would immediately come at you if he knew you didn’t at least help him clean his face. After all, he bought you a majority of your skincare just for situations like these.

“What if I smack him?” Jungkook harshly whispered to you from across the room. Since Taehyung had been knocked out after you cleaned his face, you two did not want to wake him up.

“You will take care of him,” you whispered back just as harshly, slapping his hand away from Taehyung’s face. “Leave him alone. It was hard getting him to stay still while taking off his sweater, I don’t want to deal with him.”

“At least we’ve got one drunk to sleep.”

“Yeah, at least.”

You two didn't even make it out of the room without halting in your steps because right in front of you, all of your friends were knocked out. You two sighed.

“I’ll get the blankets.”

“I’ll get the pillows.”

It seemed as if you and Jungkook had gotten closer after that night.

You weren’t able to see each other the following day because he was so busy taking care of Taehyung and you were too busy taking care of your friends who swore alcohol off.

y/n :) : guess what

kook 🩷: what?

y/n :) : I just baked the best brownies ever

kook 🩷 : im omw to steal u away

You snorted at his message and gave some brownies to Jimin and Hobi who, after talking at your party, became closer and started to talk. It had only been 3 days after your party, but it seemed as if they had known one another for years. Not only that but you had been introduced to Jim’s best friend, Namjoon, who you have met since his store was next to Yoongi’s.

“And then our dear friend over here is so head over heels for Jungkook,” Jimin smirked at you, he and Hobi finding amusement in you smiling down at your phone.

“Shut up, you two,” you dismissed your friend’s comment, placing the small plate in their hands. “I’ll probably make some banana bread later.”

“What did Jungkook say that’s got you smiling like that?” Hobi asked, taking a bite of the brownie as his gaze set on you. You knew they weren’t going to drop the subject, so you stood by your counter and leaned against it.

“I just told him I baked some brownies and he said he was on his way to steal me away,” you replied, shrugging it off as no big deal. But, they looked over at one another as if they were able to see you were internally freaking out, and you were.

“I mean, he and Tsehyung do not live far away so I won’t be surprised if he shows up in like 3 minutes,” Jimin said, glancing at his phone to eye the time. “I’m just wondering when you’re going to tell him you like him.”

“Oh, God, probably never,” you shivered out because just thinking about telling him your feelings made you want to throw up. “He and I are at a good place right now and it’s nice.”

“Does he know he likes you, too?” Hobi continued to question, clearly interested in your love life.

“I honestly do not think he likes me,” you said as you eyed your brownies as if they were the most interesting things in the world. “He finally opened up to me, guys. He has trusted me and even if I don’t get to confess my feelings for him, I don’t care. Being his friend is the best thing ever.”

Both your friends eyed your expression and the way your eyes twinkled underneath the light of the kitchen you stood under, and they could feel the respect you had for Jungkook. And who knew life would be like this? Because months had passed since you and Jungkook got paired up and now here you were, being one of his best friends if anything.

Before they could utter a word after the moment of silence that consumed you three, a knock was heard on the front door. It didn’t take long, though, for Jungkook to come inside, eyes looking around the room for you.

“You need to keep the door closed,” he commented before he could even greet any of you. “What if something happens? Jimin is too much of a deep sleeper to notice.”

“Kook, I’m pretty sure someone won’t break into our house mid-day when they both know how to fight and me of course,” you mused.

Your eyes then trailed toward his outfit and noted that he had a casual look today compared to the outfits he usually wore, which usually consisted of all-black clothing. Now, here he was, looking all comfy. He was wearing an oversized shirt you had bought him after you went back to the music store with Minjee and he was wearing baggy jeans. He was also wearing some Convers, but he looked so comfortable yet intimidating and you just wanted to hug him.

“Still, I can be worried about you,” he shook his head rather disappointingly. “You better be taking care of her, Park.”

“I am, I am, geez,” Jimin said, his hands going up. Jungkook rolled his eyes at his actions and walked closer to you. “Also, Jeon, love the new look.”

“I don’t always wear skinny jeans, Jimin,” Jungkook retorted, a small smile forming on his face once your hand hovered to give him a piece. He bit into it and his brows furrowed. “That’s good.”

“I started to think you wore skinny jeans to sleep,” Jimin continued to tease, receiving a contagious laugh from Hobi. “I dig this look. Don’t you do, too, Y/n?”

You froze in place and gulped down the dryness forming in your throat. You slowly looked up and you wanted to slap the smirks off of Jimin and Hobi’s faces because they did this on purpose. Jungkook looked down at you while continuing to eat the dessert and tentatively waited.

“I like it,” you commented after a half-second silence. “But, I just like your tattoos so I’m a bit sad I won’t be able to see those.”

Jungkook nodded along and all he could do was take off his sweater. There, underneath it, was a tight-fitted shirt that showcased every muscle he had. His inked arm flexed and suddenly, the room became warm once you could see the veins running up and down his forearm to his hands. You gulped and looked away.

“Also,” Jungkook started. “I’m taking your friend,” he then grabbed a mitten, “and the brownies, so bye. Don’t wait for us.”

Thankfully, he gave you some time to put on your slippers, but he then grabbed your arm and dragged you off.

When you found out he and Taehyung didn’t live that far from your house, you had let him know you’d walk by yourself there. Jungkook did not like that idea.

Getting to know each other a bit more, he has gotten a bit more… protective of you, some may say. He made sure that every window in your apartment was safe and didn’t open very easily, he gave you a little knife just in case, pepper spray, and he doesn’t let you get home unless you’re walking next to him. You didn’t mind it, of course. You loved spending time with him.

“We look dumb just carrying a tray of brownies,” you chuckled, quickly taking out your phone to snap pictures of the situation. “Also, are you simply taking me because you want me to do that dish I told you about?”

“Um, maybe?” He lightly laughed sheepishly. “Look, we’ll pass by the supermarket and I’ll buy you whatever you need. How does that sound?”

You hummed and smiled. “That sounds like a pretty good deal.”

“Good, let’s go.”

Walking towards the supermarket, a security guard looked at you two weirdly before glaring at the tray of brownies as if it were a target.

“Sorry, you can’t come in with that.”

You two figured this would happen so you turned to look at one another.

“Just head to my house,” Jungkook instructed. “It's the only one with a mailbox that is colorful because Taehyung wanted it to be so.”

You nodded. “Sounds like Taehyung alright. But, I’ll wait for you there, okay? Be safe.”

“You, too. Call me if anything happens.”

You nodded at his request but you couldn’t help but find his worry cute. His apartment was literally around the corner and you spotted the mailbox he had been talking about.

Walking there with a tray in your hand, your footsteps slowed down once you noticed a figure standing by, looking around. You frowned but ignored her as hard as you could considering she looked lost.

“Hi, Y/n,” you jumped at hearing the voice and turned to look at the girl who spoke to you. Your gut immediately alerted you something was off, but you let her continue so she could say something other than a greeting and your name. “I’m Jia.”

“Um, I’m sorry do I know you?” You asked, fidgeting around.

“Oh!” She smiled. “I just wanted to know if Jungkook lives here.” You didn’t say anything and simply stared at her. “Oh, didn’t he tell you? I’m his girlfriend!”

“Oh,” you could feel your chest hurting at the revelation and cleared your throat. “I’m sorry. We can wait for him but I just still don’t feel comfortable disclosing any type of information of his to people I don’t know.”

“Aw, I wanted to surprise him,” the girl dramatically pouted, crossing her arms.

You nervously chuckled. “Maybe I should go.”

You turned around to leave and you heard the girl scurry over to prevent you from walking any further.

“No, no, it’s okay,” she continued to smile, though, you swore her eye twitched just by being close to you. “Please, whoever Jungkook is friends with is a friend of mine.”

“Yeah, it was nice to meet you, again,” you nervously began, trying to move away from her. But, she simply would follow your move. “Look, I just want to leave.”

“No, it’s okay,” the girl waved you off. “Tell me all about how you know Jungkook. Though, don’t tell me too much, or else I will go crazy.”

She later laughed as if it was the funniest thing and you laughed uncomfortably.

“Maybe he’ll explain it to you,” you continued to repeat, but it was as if your words went from one ear to another. “I just find it weird he didn’t tell you where he lived if you’re his girlfriend…”

“Oh, don’t worry about it, okay?”

“I will worry about it considering he’s someone I know,” you replied, slightly glaring at her. She walked closer to you but she stayed in her place once she felt someone.

“Leave her the fuck alone, Jia.”

You immediately felt comfort at hearing the voice and Jungkook placed you behind him, shielding you away from the girl's gaze.

“Jungkook, my love, I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” Jia gasped, reaching forward to touch him. But, he pushed her aside.

“How did you find me?”

“I was scrolling on my social media and I recognized this guy,” she took out her phone as she spoke, “and I saw that you were in the background.”

Jungkook looked closer at the pic and noted that Jin had posted on his public account a picture of you and he noticed that there was a picture of him in the background talking with you. She must’ve found you first and later tracked him down.

“Leave me alone.”

“No, Jungkook,” Jis continued to cry out. “Please, I love you.”

“I helped you get your books off the floor and I just told you you’re welcome,” Jungkook hissed, body shaking with nerves and anxiety. You grabbed his hand and gripped it tight, allowing him to take a hint you were there. “You’re fucking delusional.”

“No, no, Jungkook,” the girl nervously giggled, getting closer to him. “You can’t leave me.”

Jungkook was close to exploding. But he saw that you stepped in and protected him from the girl in front of you two, staring at you with a crazed look.

“Jungkook told you to leave him, so leave him alone,” you clarified, hoping to prove your point. “I-I will call the police so please leave.” You turned around and grabbed Jungkook. “Let’s go.”

You grabbed his hand and walked the opposite way of his apartment so Jia wouldn’t see which apartment he lived in.

“Let’s go to your apartment. I’ll let Taehyung know.”

You heard the shaky pants he was letting out in between words and his hands shook as he carried the bag that contained the things you needed for the food you were going to make.

“Here, I’ll make you some tea, okay?” You frowned, walking inside your house as soon as you reached it. He nodded and you curtly waved at Jimin and Hobi who were still there. They became concerned noticing Jungkook’s current state, but you placed a hand in front of you to let them know not to question anything. “jimin can you put water for tea?”

He nodded without hesitation and stood up to do so. You led Jungkook towards your room, fixing the pillows and fluffing it up so he could sit down. But as soon as the door closed behind you, he fell to the floor, chest rising up and down.

“Jungkook,” you gasped, following after him but keeping your distance so as to not overwhelm him. “You’re okay. You’re okay. She’s gone now.”

Jungkook tightened his hand and formed it into a fist. “How did she even approach you? How did she find you here?”

The last question he asked seemed like it was directed more toward him, so you answered the first one.

“She called me by my name so I just looked at her thinking she was someone I knew,” you answered. “Then, she wanted to know where you lived but I told her I didn’t feel comfortable just sharing your LG Ouse with anyone, so she said she was your girlfriend.”

Jungkook looked like he wanted to throw up just at the mention of that. He continued to shake and you stuck out your hands so he wouldn’t dig his nails into his skin.

“Did you believe her?” Jungkook questioned, glancing at you through his lashes. You rapidly shook your head.

“No,” you said, rubbing your thumb on the space between his thumb and forefinger. “Something about her… I felt something was off once I saw her just looking around.”

“She’s the reason I'm closed off,” Jungkook mumbled, fixing his posture. He leaned back to rest his back on the wall, glancing at his hands. “She started stalking me during high school.”

“What?” You breathed out, backing up a bit as you processed the news.

You noted his response to other people’s actions and the way he was always so alert. Every time he would walk with you, he would usually look over his shoulder every few minutes. You had assumed it might’ve been because of the fact lousy people would be behind you the majority of the time.

“I thought I got rid of her, I did,” he sighed, running a hand over his face. “That’s why I came here because it was far away from home but, it’s not a coincidence she randomly found Jin’s account unless she was looking for universities and student accounts.”

“But Jin isn’t a student here,” you pointed out. “Though he is a mentor here and well-known… and has been in newspapers for his achievements, but still, it’s just extremely creepy.”

“Well, that’s how Jia is,” Jungkook gulped down his feelings. He breathed in and out to calm down and you made sure he knew he was safe. “I just… need to calm down before I tell you, okay?”

“That's okay,” you reassured him, softly patting his head. “I’ll go make you your tea, okay? Be right back.”

You stood up to leave but a hand enclosing around your wrist stopped you from walking any further. You looked down and Jungkook wasn’t staring at you, his gaze on his legs, but his grip on your hand was so soft.

“Don’t go please,” he muttered under his breath. “Just be here with me for a bit longer.”

You couldn’t help but feel your heart clench at the way he looked so defeated. You sat next to him and you two just stayed seated by one another.

“Are you going to be okay, Kook?” You asked, frowning at the idea of the girl coming back. He sighed and shrugged.

“I just need you right now,” he said in a quiet tone. He briefly looked up to look at the stars littered on your ceiling. “*I simply helped her pick up her books off the floor after I got out of school. She tripped in front of my friends and me and they ignored her, but I felt bad so I stepped in to help her. That’s all I did. I just gave her the books!”

He couldn’t help but freak out more as he recounted the events that led to moving away. “Then she started sending me stuff. Starting sending me more clothes, money, and letters, and it became so overwhelming.” He sighed yet again, just like he had been doing. “When my parents found out, my mom called the police, and my dad blamed me.”

“What?” You were close to exclaiming. You had stared at him with wide eyes and an agape mouth. “Why?”

“He thought I led her on but I just gave her the damn books,” he repeated, shaking his head, and trying to dismiss those memories. “My mom divorced him after he slapped me. I had stood up to him and here he was hitting me all because I said I didn’t lead her on. He wanted me to apologize.”

“Did you?” You asked, almost afraid of his answer.

“Fuck no,” he grumbled out. “I didn’t do anything. Whenever I would start talking to girls, they’d randomly break it off. I asked a girl once why and she said a woman threatened her. Shortly after, Jia tried breaking into my house when we were all gone. I noticed because I had installed a camera in my room and I saw her. She kept repeating that she just wanted to check up on her boyfriend.”

“Did the police believe you?” You continued to ask, making sure you weren’t coming off too strong.

“Thankfully, they did,” he said. He then looked at you. “They got a restraining order but a temporary one. It was enough for me to live a bit peacefully. Knowing her, though, it wouldn’t have lasted long.”

“I’m sorry you had to go through that,” you frowned. You couldn’t even imagine being in his shoes. For your last year of high school, the Worst thing that had happened to you was not having classes with your friends. You couldn’t even imagine having a stalker, someone who watched your every move rather obsessively.

“After all those years, you know,” Jungkook began again, a shaky breath escaping his lips, “I looked over my shoulder. I always imagined she was there and I always saw her face in every girl's face whenever they came up to me. That’s why I was always… mean to them all. I couldn’t bear dealing with another situation like I dealt with Jia.”

“Yeah, I always wondered why you did such a thing,” you said, glancing between his eyes and his clammy hands, “but now I understand.”

“Thank you, though. You noticed it. You felt that something was wrong and thank you for that.”

You let out a small chuckle and waved him off. “It’s okay, Jungkook. You know I’d do anything to protect you as much as you protect me. You have us.”

You immediately panicked once you saw his eyes glistening with tears. He dropped his head against the wall, gulping down the lump in his throat.

“You have made me feel so safe,” Jungkook croaked out, licking his lips. “From the beginning. You have stood up for me when I couldn’t defend myself, defended me because you wanted to, and you were just there. I hope you know how much of a safe space you’ve been to me and I hope you understand the reason why I was always so quiet.”

He wiped away his tears with the back of his hand and you felt your own eyes stinging with tears at watching him cry for the first time.

“I’m going to hug the shit out of you if that’s okay,” you sniffed and he looked at you while wiping away the tears dropping. He nodded and you took that as your sign.

You tightly hugged him around his shoulders, bringing him closer to you. His arms wrapped back around your torso just as tight, and for the first time since you’ve met, he sobbed.

He felt relief. Taehyung knew about the situation, and he just couldn’t ask him for a hug without feeling embarrassed. So, he relished in the warmth of your body and the scent he always deciphered to you, and took in how safe you felt. If he could, he’d stay there.

“Is it okay if I can stay here?” He whispered in your ear. You smiled a bit and nodded against his shoulder.

“Of course,” you whispered back, almost as if you two were sharing secrets. “Sleep here in the meantime and I’ll be back with your tea, okay?” He nodded. “Is it okay if I can summarize the situation with Hobi and Jimin? I think they can help.”

He nodded. “That’ll be fine, please. I don’t want to say it all again.”

“Okay,” you said in a small tone. “I’ll call Taehyung, too, and let him know to come here. I’ll call Minjee and Jin for some things. They’ll help, too.”

“Thank you, Y/n.”

“That’s horrible…”

“I know,” you lowly said, trying to be quiet since Jungkook was sleeping in your bed. You looked at Minjee. “Hey, I know you have connections, especially with your status, and just in case—”

“I know, I know,” Minjee smiled. “I’ll call my grandpa, and make sure he finds out more about Jia. There’s no way she could’ve gotten away with this.”

“Status?” You two turned to look at Taehyung who was staring at you two with a confused expression. Hobi, Jin, and Jimin were there, too, looking for an answer.

You snorted. “Minjee is rich.”

“Huh?” Taehyung let out.

“My grandparents own one of the biggest, influential companies here,” Minjee stated as if it were nothing. “I’ve been waiting for you guys to find out. They’re always trending.”

“Oh, my God,” Jimin gaped at his best friend. “I didn’t know!”

“Jimin,” you patted his shoulder, “she gave you the newest phone, a laptop, front seat tickets to your favorite concert, rented out a whole store for us to shop in, and you didn’t question it?”

“No!”

“This all happened within a week,” you chuckled at how slow your friend was sometimes. “I always make jokes about her wealth!”

“Listen, leave me alone,” he playfully scoffed. However, he was still processing the news he just received.

“Now, Jin,” you looked at your friend. “You’re a lawyer. Will you help us if we need to?”

“Of course,” he nodded. “Anything for Jungkook.”

“Hobi, your brother-in-law is a police officer,” you then looked at your other friend. “Can’t you find out what we can do?”

“I’ll ask.”

“Thank you.”

As they all fell into their conversations, you sighed as you stared at your cup. Taehyung, from the other side of you, nudged you.

“Hey,” he greeted and you repeated it. “Listen, Jungkook will lash out. Not a lot but he will get annoyed easily due to being paranoid. Whatever happens, just… talk to me, okay? I’ll stay here.”

You nodded.

“Mhm, thank you, Taehyung.”

And Taehyung was not kidding.

Jungkook didn’t lash out at you, though. He never did. He was always seeet to you and he was always thankful for taking care of him.

He would bicker with Taehyung, but it was the norm. The one thing they did argue about the longest was how Taehyung ate Jungkook’s cookie, the one you had made for him.

As for Jia, there was nothing. She did show up, though, and it was at your house that she did show up. Because Jimin had installed cameras, you all saw her just staring at the camera from afar, and glancing at the windows. It brought shivers.

Jungkook had gone back to therapy. He came back home and you two reflected on everything that has occurred in your life. After all, you dealt with people who wanted him, Do-yun, and he helped heal a piece of you that was always forgotten. It was just crazy as to what you dealt with together, but that’s why you two were close now.

It was Saturday. Finals were soon and still, no sight of Jia. At that point, Taehyung and Jungkook had moved in and you and Jimin didn’t mind because they weren’t entirely messy, and Jungkook liked cooking and Yaehyung liked cleaning. You didn’t mind having them at all.

You would usually head to Jungkook as soon as you came from classes and would tell him about your day considering he listened to you. He had also told you he didn’t mind how talkative you were after you apologized because he liked listening to you speak more than just listening to his thoughts. You liked the little schedule you two had and you liked knowing how well he treated you. In Minjee’s words, he treated you like a “princess.”

“Jungkook,” you sang as soon as you walked inside of your house, a smile on your face.

Though, you noticed the tension coming off between Taehyung and Jungkook because they were glaring at each other and not doing anything else. You gulped and much like what you used to do as a child, you would try to distract your parents from one another by telling them about things that happened in your life.

“Hey, guys,” you waved, giving them both a smile and a wave. They didn’t reciprocate it. Taehyung simply gave you a small smile and Jungkook kept his gaze on his best friend. “Did you guys see that the neighbor brought her baby home? I think I might do her some food considering she’s a single mom.”

“That’s nice of you, Y/n,” Yaehyung commented. “Remember that Mom left some things so, take them with you, okay?”

“Mhm,” you hummed enthusiastically. “Also, the man from next door was asking when you guys would come over. Said his grandson loved you guys and was bragging to everyone about having cool neighbors.”

“We’ll probably go tomorrow because he told us his grandson visits during the weekend,” Taehyung continued to answer, eyeing Jungkook who was still very annoyed. They had gotten over a stupid argument he didn’t even remember what about, but it got bad to the point they started insulting each other.

“Oh, Jungkook,” he didn't turn to look at you which you didn’t mind as much, “I got you some of your favorite snacks and I even got you that new one you wanted.”

Silence.

“I’m sure he’ll like it, Y/n,” Taehyung reassured, glancing at his quiet friend who was distracted by his thoughts.

“Oh, you guys are having the house by yourselves tomorrow,” you continued, remembering you had somewhere to be. “I’m going out and Jimin is going to go out with Hobi to a concert, I think? I’m not entirely sure but, just keep in mind to keep all the doors closed and be safe—”

“Y/n shut up, please.”

There it was.

Taehyung’a head immediately snapped towards Jungkook’s way, a stoic expression etched on his face now. You frowned and turned to look back at your friend, too, confused.

“Excuse me?” You asked, making sure you heard right.

“Just stay quiet for a sec,” Jungkook exasperatedly stressed. “It is not the time to fucking yap when you can see that we are not in the mood.”

“Look, Jungkook,” you breathed in, “I get it you’re going through things, I do, but it’s not an excuse to be rude to us. We are your friends. We are looking out for you and you’re pushing us away because you’re scared.” You sighed. “You don't need to apologize to me, but apologize to Taehyung because he’s been handling all of the insults you’ve thrown at him, and he’s been there.”

“Y/n…” Taehyung started but you raised a hand to stop him.

“Talk to me when you realize that you have people who care about you,” you gave him a pleasing pleading look. “Again, your feelings are valid. It’s okay to be scared, paranoid, and anxious, but how will we be able to help you when you’re constantly belittling those closer to you?” You closed the fridge you had opened. “Don’t be an ass.”

Walking away, Jungkook was left in silence at your words. Taehyung didn’t know if he felt relief because of your words or was completely worried about how it affected Jungkook. But, he knew you were right.

Jungkook was going through something, and he tended to lash out when he would get anxious in a sense of protection. That’s the way he learned to communicate whenever his dad yelled at him.

“Why have you been insulting me, Kookie?” Taehyung softly asked, using the nickname Jungkook didn’t like without wrinkling his nose.

Jungkook sighed, dropping the act. He pulled out his phone and opened a message where message after message was sent.

“Jia always finds a way to send threats,” he mumbled out. “She knows where Y/n lives and she’s been knowing. She knows her age, her parents, grandparents, and she even knows where she’s from. She knows who you are, knows what happened with your dad, and why you and Y/n are close. She knows Jimin, Jimin’s parents, and Jimin’s whole schedule. It’s terrifying. I know I should’ve come to you guys but, Jia’s uncle is a police officer, too, and is a reason why she doesn’t go to jail.”

“Ah, the system is corrupt,” Taehyung commented, shaking his head, and Jungkook gave him a look that told him it wansny the time. “It doesn’t excuse your rude words. I hope you know that.”

“It’s better for you guys to be tired of me and drop me as a friend,” Jungkook frowned, slumping in his chair, “than know you guys were in danger. I was already looking for places to move to as soon as you guys kicked me out.”

“Jungkook, you’re fucking crazy,” Taehyung shook his head, rubbing the skin of his forehead. “A big dummy. I forgive you but, you hurt Y/n’s feelings.”

“I know,” he winced at just watching your facial expressions. “I know how much she likes to talk so I figured it would be something I can insult in a way.”

“Yeah, you’re sleeping on the couch,” the other man chuckled, shaking his head. “My poor sister bought you snacks, and here you are insulting her because you’re scared of us getting hurt. We’re not like your high school friends, Kook. We won’t leave you that quickly.”

“I’m sorry for being an asshole.”

“Call yourself a fart head and I’ll forgive you.”

“You already told me you forgive me, idiot.”

“Shit.”

Not talking to you was utter hell.

It had only been a day but still, it was utter hell.

Taehyunf was right, though. He did have to sleep on the couch. And it was funny how you let him know without saying anything because you had blankets and a pillow and you simply let them plop on the couch. Jimin and Taehyung were just watching between you two, almost as if it was a drama come to life.

Jungkook wasn’t impressed with their teasing, but he let them do so since he hurt them with his idiocy.

Days passed after the incident and Jungkook hated it. He would try talking to you, but you would quickly avoid him and go back to your room, only coming out once the others were there, too. He had gotten so used to your ranting and you spewing out a small little summary as to what you did during the entire day, and he loved it. He knew you loved talking. He knew because you did it to him every day, and he did not mind one bit.

“Where’s Y/n?” Jungkook asked once he got out of the shower, a white shirt clinging onto his skin that caused the boys there to whistle at him. He rolled his eyes as he rubbed his towel over his wet hair, eyes wanting to meet yours but nothing. He frowned. “Where’d she go?”

“She went to Namjoon’s bakery,” Jimin answered and Jungkook nodded, heading towards the kitchen to grab a banana milk from the fridge. But, he groaned once he noticed something. “What is it?”

“He finally noticed that the reason why there was always banana milk was because Y/n always repacked it,” Taehyung snorted and he raised his hands in mock surrender once Jungkook turned to glare at him to shut up. “What? The consequences of your actions.”

“I just didn’t want her to go out considering Jia was seen on camera in the morning,” Jungkook stressed, sitting on a nearby chair. “I just hope she’s safe because she walks back here and it’s getting late.”

“She’ll come back safe, don’t worry.”

And they shouldn’t have worried because you were minding your own business talking to Namjoon’s girlfriend and his grandma.

“He said that?” Namjoon’s girlfriend gasped and you nodded, taking a sip of your drink. “What an asshole!”

“Don’t get me wrong,” you started, leaning back on your chair, “but he’s just going through something. And it’s not an excuse but, he tends to insult so he could protect his feelings.”

“Yeah, but that’s so dumb,” she continued to say, though, she calmed down a bit. “I hope he apologizes and learns from his stupid mistake. I’ll beat him up for you, Y/n. Me and Grandma, right Grandma?”

You two turned to look at Namjoon’s grandma who was listening to every word you two said and nodded. “Honey, he better respect you.”

“He does, Grandma don’t worry,” you smiled at her, tapping her hand before sticking your wrist out. You lightly gasped. “It’s late! I have to walk home.”

“I would’ve given you a ride but Namjoon took my car,” you snickered at the idea of seeing the giant driving, “I know, I know, bad idea. But, I’m sorry, babe. Call me, though, if anything happens, and you already know I’ll be there before you can blink.”

You smiled. “Thank you. I’ll see you tomorrow, though. I’ll come back.”

“Okay, see you!”

“Bye!” She waved at you. “Bye, Grandma!”

Smiling at the way she smiled at you, you walked off and walked towards Yoongi’s store. Opening it, you also said your goodbyes and received a curt wave from him since he was busy with customers.

You looked ahead at the sidewalk and groaned at how long it seemed, and you made sure you had your phone in one hand and your taser was neatly kept in your pocket.

You saw that you didn’t have any messages before you left, and continued your journey home. You took it as a time to start thinking about everything and you sighed. Because you just wanted to talk to Jungkook, and you couldn’t. You couldn’t stop thinking about his words and they echoed in your head like a mantra.

Did he find you that annoying? Is that bothersome? But he had told you he liked it when you would just talk and that it soothed him. Did he lie about that, too? And if he did, what else has he lied about?

You shook your head at your overthinking.

“Asshole,” you grumbled under your breath.

You continued walking and the hairs on your arm immediately went up once you sensed something. You looked over your shoulder at heard hushed whispers and quiet footsteps, and your heart started beating faster once you saw two guys standing there.

“Hey!” One of them yelled and you pretended to ignore it. Though, their footsteps got heavier and closer and before you knew it, they stood in front of you. “We were talking to you.”

You gulped. “Who are you?”

“I'm sorry, girl,” one of the guys said with an empty tone, “but someone told us that a stupid rich girl would be coming out today to this restaurant, gave us exactly what you are wearing.”

“Who told you?” You frowned, maintaining your face neutral once one of the guys got closer to you to grab your wrist. “Oh, my God. Not again.”

“Now, is that who you are, huh?” The man pushed you to a nearby wall. “You’re a stupid rich girl?” He grabbed your purse. “Let’s see how much you have on you if you are.”

You loudly sighed. “I’m not rich. At all. I’m a college student, geniuses.” You regretted those words as they came out of your mouth, and then did you remember how your mom had said you talking back would get you in trouble? You didn’t believe her considering you had just talked back when she said she didn’t want to see you. “Let go of me.”

“She’s right,” the talker guy said, showing off your wallet where only a few bills stood out. “There’s nothing.”

“Let’s see your jewel—” Someone snatched the closest man to you and threw him on the ground.

With hope vibrating in you, you simply sighed with relief once you had noticed that Namjoon was standing there. His car was messily parked on the side of the sidewalk, telling you he immediately got out to get you.

Not only that, but Yoongi was there, too, since he had been with him to get some food.

“You okay?” Yoongi asked once he reached you, taking you away from the scene. You nodded in confirmation, shaking in his hands. “Get in the car. I already alerted my brothers to come get them.”

“Thank you, Yoongi.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Namjoon spat out, punching both of the guys until they landed on the floor. “Who do you think you are to attack a defenseless person at this time of day when nobody is around?”

“Someone paid us,” the taller man explained. “She told us to do this and she even paid us a sum, too, that was enough.”

You frowned. “Did she have, like, long, dark blue hair?” The man nodded and you groaned. “I know who it is.” You turned to look at Namjoon. “Is it okay if we can leave? I don’t want to be here.”

“Yeah,” Namjoon nodded, passing Yoongi his keys. “Take her home. I’ll take care of these idiots. Your brothers were in my bakery when you called them so they’ll be here shortly.”

Yoongi nodded and helped you get inside the car before closing your door. He got in the driver's seat and made sure Namjoon was okay before driving off.

God, was it always like this with Jungkook? Because this is the third incident where someone grabbed you on your arm and tried threatening you.

You were silent the whole ride but everything hit you all at once. You never process any type of event and now, you allowed yourself to feel and understand what you were feeling. So far, you just wanted a hug.

“Here, I’ll take you to your house,” Yoongi said and you nodded, not saying a word, and got out. He followed behind and knocked on the door once he saw you were a bit distracted with your thoughts.

He looked up at hearing the door open and came to find Jimin. “Hi, Jimin.”

“Yoongi?” Jimin questioned. “What are you—” His eyes trailed towards you. “Y/n?”

Everyone’s ears perked at the mention of your name and Jungkook was the first one to stand next to Himin to see if you were okay. But, once you saw him, you simply jutted out your bottom lip and wrapped your arms around his torso.

Confused, Jungkook glanced up at Yoongi’s face before wrapping his arm around your shoulders and the other arm went around your head so his inked hand intertwined itself with your hair.

“What’s wrong?” He asked. “What happened?”

“She was close to getting jumped,” Yoongi started to explain. “Two guys stopped her and wanted to steal money from her.”

“What?” Both Jimin and Jungkook exclaimed. The others, Taehyung and Minjee, perked up at the sound and walked towards them to see what was happening. It was now Minjee’s turn to frown.

“Yoongi, what are you doing here?”

“Look, your friend almost got jumped,” he simply summed up. “Namjoon and I stepped in, and I have to hurry back because I left him to watch over the guys since he punched them.”

“Why did they do that?” Taehyung asked, eyes on his phone since he was calling up Hobi and Jin, having an inkling as to who it was.

“They said they got told by someone that a stupid rich girl would be in Namjoon’s bakery,” you mumbled as best as you could because your face was buried in Jungkook’s chest.

“Jia,” Jungkook sighed. He looked back at Yoongi. “Thank you for saving her. I’ll grab my jacket and I’ll go with you to—”

“No, Jungkook, stay here,” Taehyung instructed, spreading putting on his sweater. “Stay with Y/n. We’ll go talk with the police and Jin is going to come here to talk to you about Jia and what you can do. Minjee already dealt with paying Jin to represent you because although he would’ve done so for free, Minjee wanted to repay him, so don’t worry.”

“Okay, I’ll stay here,” Jungkook nodded. The others nodded and quickly put on their shoes. They all dismissed themselves and rapidly got inside the car where Yoongi drove off as soon as the doors closed.

You and Jungkook were left alone in silence and he could even hear your heartbeat from having you in his arms.

“Don’t let go,” you muttered. He sadly smiled and nodded, continuing to scratch your head.

“Let’s go to your room, okay?” He asked. “We need to talk after all.”

He felt you nod and you now stood by his side to walk towards your room. He closed the door and he watched you plop onto your bed, obviously comforting yourself. He walked towards you and you made space to let him in, moving aside until your back was on the wall.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook softly asked, his thumb rubbing the spot by your cheekbone to soothe you. You sighed. “I know, Y/n. I’m sorry for what you went through, I-I am. I’m sorry.”

“It was just scary, Kook,” you let out a shaky breath. “I mean, no one was around. No one was there. What if Namjoon and Yoongi hadn’t seen me? What would’ve happened?”

“You can’t think things like that,” he continued to speak softly. His brows were furrowed together and they depicted the stress and worry he felt. He sighed and leaned his face against your pillow, staring at you. “Listen, I’m sorry. For what I said… I wanted you to be away from me so something like this could’ve been prevented. You could’ve been hurt.”

“You only hurt me so I could get away from you?” You questioned with humor lacing your voice. You squinted your eyes before you started hitting his arm. “Fuckinf idiot! What a stupid idea, I swear. A good one, but a stupid idea.” You placed your hands on each side of his, squishing it so his lips could slightly pucker. “Do you think a woman who is obsessed with you scares me? Well, she does scare me, but it won’t make me leave you.”

“Really?” He frowned.

You nodded. “Just try some shit like that again, I will give you a wedgie while you’re sleeping and get a sharpie and just draw glasses around your eyes.”

“I-” He let out, staring at you with a perplexed look. “Yeah, remind me to never piss you off.”

You snorted and closed your eyes. But, you could feel him staring at you, his gaze burning holes in the places he looked at.

“I can feel you staring,” you whispered.

“I can beat them up if you want,” Jungkook said with the same hushed tone. “For scaring you. Did you get your purse back?”

“No,” you shook your head, keeping your eyes closed as the events brought some type of exhaustion to you. “They quickly took me out of there. I couldn’t blink before they just came and Yoongi told me he’d take me home.”

“I’ll have to repay them for getting to you,” Jungkook thought out loud. He looked at you. “From now on, I’ll be your ride, okay? I’ll drop you off and pick you up, okay?”

“Okay,” you sleepily nodded. “Also, just scare the guys. Don’t hurt them. Now, give me your hand.” Jungkook did so and you guided it towards the back of your head. “I got slammed on the wall so rub my head.”

“Y/n!” He exclaimed, sitting up. “We need to take you to the hospital.”

“They didn’t slam me hard,” you reassured him, guiding him back to lie down. “It was more, like, if you bump against the wall.”

“We’re going to the hospital tomorrow,” Jungkook waved a finger to you threateningly. You nodded and you couldn’t help but just look at him the way he was looking at you. His head was fluffy, resting on his forehead since he had taken a shower. And he looked so soft with his fitted shirt and sweatpants that displayed the size of his waist, something Minjee had teased him about. He was looking at you and he was looking. His eyes kept glancing between your eyes and your lips, and he kept rubbing your cheek with the pad of his thumb. You softly traced his tattoos. “Now, rest well, okay? I’ll stay h—”

“Can I sleep with you?” Your abrupt question caught him off guard. He opened his mouth to answer, but nothing came out. You chuckled. “Not like that, geez.”

Jungkook smiled. “Take me on a date first.” He nodded shortly after, though laughter spilled his lips. “Yes, I’ll sleep with you. It’ll help me, too. Are you going to take a nap right now?”

You nodded. “The events tired me out.”

“Okay then,” he smiled, tilting his head to the side as he was now propping himself on his elbow. “Rest, okay?” He kissed your forehead and you gulped down the squeal that wanted to escape. “I’ll be here.”

He wasn’t kidding.

jungkook stayed by your side until Minjee, Jimin, and Taehyung came back with Jin, Hobi, and Hobi’s brother-in-law. He just didn’t expect to see that Hobi’s brother was not only a police officer but a sergeant.

“Is she sleeping?” Minjee asked, frowning at the thought of her best friend hurt. Jungkook nodded in his response.

“Yeah, the events tired her out,” Jungkook repeated after you. He looked at Them all. “What happened?”

“We found Jia close to where the events happened,” Hobi explained, frowning at the way he saw the girl's face. “Even confirmed that she planned to have Y/n injured in hopes of teaching her a lesson: stay away from you.”

“We found that this isn’t the first time she’s done this… whole stalking thing,” Minjee explained after, catching everyone’s attention. “My dad called and said her uncle tried hiding her records so she would have more job opportunities. Stalked two guys and had to move away from city to city because everyone knew about her tendencies.”

“Right now,” Hobi’s brother-in-law began to say, “She’ll be arrested. We’ll have a chat with her uncle, too.”

“Just warning you, though,” Jin winced, “she might not get time in prison. She might plead not guilty for reason of insanity. If not then, she will get 3 years in state prison and may pay a heavy fine.”

“Look, I don’t care,” Jungkook sighed. “I just… want to stop being paranoid I have to look over my shoulder. I don’t want to see her ever again.”

Jin nodded in understanding. “I’ll try to talk to her lawyer.”

“Thank you,” Jungkook bowed his head before he glanced back to look at your door. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to sleep.”

Everyone bid their goodnights and didn’t mind it when he went into your room since he was staying there before he got kicked out to the couch. Though they didn’t expect to see you two cuddled up, they only found out because Minjee dropped off some things in your room and saw the two heads peaking from your blanket.

“Guys!” Minjee harshly whispered, closing your door a bit. “They’re cuddling!”

“What? No way!”

“Let me see!”

“Move out of the way, Jimin.”

No events happened shortly after.

Well, Jia did end up going to a hospital to stay in. But that’s all you and Jungkook wanted to know. However, her mom was left to pay some fines for the way Jia tried to harass Jungkook when he was a minor, and Jia’s uncle was suspended for using his work as a way to do personal things.

You and Jungkook went back to being the same as before. Well, except he went back to live in his apartment with Taehyung. Not only that, he was getting nervous each day because he wanted to confess.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you,” Jungkook began, hands buried in the pockets of his hoodie as you two walked off the college campus, “my mom requested to meet you.”

You gasped and pointed at yourself. “Me?”

“Yes, you, dummy,” he smiled. He looked ahead and let his smile fade to glare at people glancing at him. “Wants to thank you for just doing everything you could.”

“There’s no need to thank me,” you waved your hand off as a way to show you dismissing his words. “You’re an important person to me, of course, I would want to help.”

“Just let her take you out, okay?” He raised an eyebrow and you couldn’t help but nod along with his words. “You’ll love her, and don’t let her serious face scare you. I swear she is a big teddy bear.”

You snorted. “So she’s you?”

A scoff escaped Jungkook’s lips. “Not even. I’m going to tell her you said that.”

“No,” you whined, grabbing onto his arm and shaking him. “Ugh, I need to talk to your mom about you either way. The attitude you give me… despicable, I’m telling you.”

“My attitude is the one thing you like about me shut up,” he softly pushed you away by bumping into you. “Anyway, let’s go out on a walk.”

“I mean,” you gestured towards your surroundings, “we are walking.” He gave you an incredulous look by the way you said it so seriously. “I’m kidding, I'm kidding. Where do you want to go?”

“Let’s go to that one park near here,” he answered, grabbing onto your hand to prevent you from bumping into someone since you had been so distracted checking your phone to see if it was going to rain. “I think we both deserve just finally having some peace.”

“Oh, yeah,” you nodded. “It was a mess. But let’s get snacks first!”

“Okay, okay,” Jungkook chuckled, your hands still clasped together. You dragged him towards the nearest convenience store and by the end of it, you two had a bagful of goods—that he paid for—that made your mouth salivate.

“Kook, I want to marry this strawberry milk,” you spoke in awe as you held the can of milk close to you. “Thank you for buying it, even though I offered but you pushed me aside.”

He smiled at your sarcastic remark. “Can’t I spoil you?”

“Sheesh, just say you love me,” you teased, budging his shoulder repeatedly until he was doing it back to you.

As you sauntered off towards the park, you noticed the difference between the way Jungkook acted now to before. He seemed more protective of you in a way, pushing you away from a group of people who wouldn’t move or pushing them away, making sure you stayed on the inside of the sidewalk, and even glared at people who looked at you wrongly for even being him. Not only that, but he had a different personality with you—Minjee and Taehyung had let you know about this, too—where he glared at everyone, but he couldn’t stop smiling with you. Well, he had his moments where he seemed that way but Jungkook was just quieter compared to you. It was nice in some type of way.

“Let’s sit on the swings.”

You nodded and walked side by side. You looked at him out of the corner of your eye, admiring him. He was looking around and the hood of his hoodie was on. Since it was cold, he had worn an oversized sweater that he put on with some black jeans. To add more to his height, he wore his usual boots, and he liked teasing you more for being taller. His fingers were clothed with rings and he even had some of the jewelry you had gotten him which consisted of a necklace, earrings, and rings. He looked very cute and you just wanted to squish his cheeks together and coddle him to death. Liking him will never go away.

“Kook, why don’t you give me a nickname?” You had asked him as soon as you two sat in the empty swings. Considering it was not good weather to be playing around, the playground was rather empty and it was just you two.

jungkook pondered over your question. “Usually, your friends don’t call you that. They mostly call you honey.”

“Ah,” you simply let out. “I didn’t even notice they did that a lot.”

“And your name,” he looked down at his shoes, “I love it. It’s beautiful on its own.”

Your body heated up at his comment. You couldn’t help but try to hide your smile, making sure he wouldn’t see that his comment affected you.

You were entirely wrong, however, because he was laughing to himself while drinking his milk. You eyed him weirdly.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Tell me,” you softly kicked his foot and he continued to laugh.

“You look away so I won’t notice that my words affect you,” he pointed out. He looked at you, a small smirk hidden behind his stoic face. “It’s cute.”

“Shut up, your words don’t have an effect on me,” you cleared your throat, hoping he wouldn’t notice the lie. But, you mentally facepalmed when you even noticed how it was very obvious you were lying.

“Oh, yeah?” He raised his pierced brow, clearly testing you. You nodded and held onto your milk rather tightly once he got closer to your house. You noticed he did the triangle technique, glancing from one eye to your lips and then to your other eye. It had you holding your breath. “If I kiss you right now would you stop me?” You shook your head rather slowly, almost as if you were in a daze. “I need words, Y/n.”

The way he said your name in a demanding tone made you drop everything and kiss the fuck out of him but, you just gulped again.

“I wouldn’t stop you,” you muttered, glancing at his own lips before looking up into his eyes.

his gaze burnt and the way he looked at you made you want to see yourself in his point of view because Jungkook was shy and quiet, and here he was looking like he wanted to devour you and savor you all at once.

“I’ve been thinking about you for months,” he started, his lips brushing against yours, clearly teasing you. “Not even months, years. I’ve been thinking about you since the day we met 2 years ago during the first year of college. I always hated being stared at, but when I looked at you, you were more interested in the butterfly I was looking at. When you did look at me, though, I always hoped you continued to stare at me.”

“I always did,” you whispered. “I could never keep my eyes away from you.”

He gave you a tight-lipped smile. “I’m supposed to be affecting you, not you affecting me, idiot.” You smiled at the name, knowing he didn’t mean anything eitj that name. “Damn it… Look away.”

“Why?”

“You know why,” he rolled his eyes, covering your eyes with the palm of his hand. You tried peaking over the top of his hands but he immediately followed your eyesight.

“I don’t think I know why,” you said and you weren’t lying. You were a bit clueless when it came to hints but you were just stating the obvious.

“I have liked you ever since I saw you being yourself around Taehyung,” he admitted, lowering his hand a bit. You perked up at his words and let your eyes find his own. But, he rapidly put his hand over your eyes again. “Don’t look at me, please. I won’t be able to handle my emotions and I will kiss you.”

“you will?” You breathed out.

“Yes, so please don’t look at me or I’ll forget about what I’m trying to confess,” he admitted. You looked at his palm and licked your lips. “I have liked you ever since I saw you being yourself around Taehyung, so when you tell me I’m the one you’ve been looking at, my heart feels like it’s about to escape my chest.”

“But it has been you,” you confessed, frowning a bit. You slowly raise your head and let your eyes meet his doe ones. It was a little awkward at first considering you were both on swings and your bodies needed to situate themselves right, but you ignored the ache and looked. “I’ve liked you since the first year of college when I saw this boy just playing around with a butterfly. You looked so cute so, I left. I didn’t want to interrupt you.”

He let the corner of his lips slowly raise. “When I first saw you with Taehyung, fighting him, it reassured me knowing that you had good intentions getting to know me. You weren't faking it and I loved that about you, especially when I saw you being the nicest person in the world to other people when they didn’t deserve it.”

“Are you talking about the time when the girls were debating who should sit next to you?” You snorted at his idea of nice.

“You said “excuse me”, which, by the way, I would not be able to do.” Of course, he found amusement in that situation. “I would’ve been punching my way through that crowd because they decided to fight over the empty seat in the morning.”

“Ah, those days,” you dramatically sighed at the thought, considering that nowadays you two were in your final month of school. “But, you liked me since that day?” He nodded. “Wait, what did you tell the waiter when went to the cafe?”

He seemed taken aback by the question once he processed what you said. Scratching the back of his head, he looked away from you again.

“I told him that if he could change it because you had someone,” he winced saying it out loud. You simply watched him as he fidgeted under your gaze. “In my defense…”

“Uhuh.”

“You felt uncomfortable so it made him back off,” he shrugged and you could almost cackle at the way he was dismissing the obvious jealousy. “Hey, you probably like the fact that I got jealous so shut up.”

“I’m not saying anything,” you said between chuckles. hearing your laughter, he couldn’t help but join in, too. He smiled at a thought of his before he shared it with you.

“You know,” he started, “the reason I was never upset with you when you broke my phone was because you unknowingly saved my life. I hope you know.”

“How so?” You questioned, tilting your head to the side to look at him.

“When we met first year, you had been late which is why you were looking at me,” he went to explain. “Well, because you did that, I guess some girl thought we were dating because she said we looked like a cute couple. Not only that but, just as you came to class this semester, the girls behind me were playing rock, paper, scissors. Whoever won would sit next to me. When you broke my phone, someone had leaked my phone number before that, and the stress I felt… But, you broke it and it was the most freeing thing. So, Y/n, thank you. For saving me. You have saved me so many times and it’s been you since the beginning.”

You could cry at the way he mentioned the events. Thinking back, you were always around Jungkook. He was always there and you always would mention you were lucky. But you could see now it was more than that.

“I’m happy I got to save you in some sense,” you smiled reassuringly. He did, too.

“I’m happy, too.”

“And I’m very happy to know you reciprocate my feelings, you know?” He nodded. “It feels great. Total confidence boost.”

He snorted, taking a sip of his milk while you two continued to face one another. “I’m happy I get to be liked by you. I’d rather no one love me and fan over me if they’re not you.”

You smiled and you lightly pouted at the way he looked at you and expressed his emotions. “Kook.”

You then maintained contact, just staring at one another, because for the first time in months, you two felt at ease and at peace. Here you are confessing your feelings in a playground with tiny droplets of rain dropping on you two. So, you two admired one another.

“Fuck it,” he mumbled under his breath, and you looked at him confusedly at hearing his words. Jumping back a bit, he stood in front of you, leaned down, grabbed your face between his cold hands, and dipped his head.

Jungkook kissed you, and he kissed you as if you were going to disappear. One of his hands lowered to rest itself by your throat, gripping it a bit to bring you closer to him if possible. The other grabbed onto your hip, fingers dipping into the fabric of your sweater. With the emotion of it all, you two wanted more.

You could feel the way your knees felt weak, and if you were standing, you might’ve probably fell to the ground because of the way his hand just stayed to rest on your throat. His thumb was rubbing the base of your jaw and his lips fit so well with yours.

At needing air, you two backed away but not too far from each other. Your lips brushed against the others and they were itching to kiss again.

“I’m craving you more than ever,” he whispered in a low tone, continuously pecking your lips. “Can I show you?”

“Yes.”

“Yours or mine?”

“Mine. Taehyung had texted me to keep you away because he was bringing a girl.”

“He’ll be fine. He has commitment issues so he doesn’t get girls.”

EXTRA,

Minjee and Jimin looked up from their studies at hearing the door open. They glanced at one another once they saw you and Jungkook coming inside, your hands intertwined together. You were giggling and he had that soft smile on his face that he usually wore around you. But, there was something different about you two.

“Hello,” Jimin greeted, giving you two a smile.

You giggled and waved before clearing your throat. “Um, we have to study so, we’ll be in my room.”

Minjee slowly nodded her head. “Okay…”

“Bye.”

Jungkook curtly waved, following after your hurried steps.

Once the door closed and the two heard it lock behind Jungkook, they simply stared at the door with an amused expression.

“I’m guessing they told each other,” Minjee suggested and Jimin agreed with her without no hesitation. “And they’re about to fuck.”

“Yep,” Jimin pursed his lips. The two friends looked at each other again rather comically. “So, should we go bother Taehyung?”

“Yeah, we both know he does not have a girl over.”

“Ah, commitment issues.”

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pairing: werewolf! mingi x hunter! reader (fem)

genre: fluff, romance, smut

summary: you seemingly end up biting off more than you can chew upon discovering that the beast you hunted down for dinner is not what it seems.

w.c: 4.5k (more plot than smut this time hehe)

warnings: needy soft dom! mingi, sub! reader, pet names + praise only (shocking ik), pheromones mentioned, possessiveness, kissing, groping, tit play, spit + drool bc wolf mingi is a messy boy <3, mingi eats out reader like she’s his last meal 🫶🏼, SIZE KINK,,, feral unprotected sex, knotting <333, bulge kink/cum inflation, breeding kink ofc

a/n: IT’S FICTOBER TIME BITCH LETS FUCKING GOOO 🗣️ i am fashionably late ~ but i have come here to humbly offer you lovestruck werewolf mingi 🐺 <3 this is the softest my fictober stories will get btw lol it’s gonna be depravity from here on out ^^ oh and i’m sorry if this fic seems disjointed in any way,, i have a lot on my mind these days but regardless i hope you enjoy ~~

pssst: thank you so, so much for 5.5k followers !! it’s honestly insane to me and i still can’t fathom it hehe but the support and love means so very much to me <333

song rec: say - keshi

fictober 2024

You knew better than to hunt at night, but your rumbling stomach begged to differ. The evening air was frigid, sitting heavily inside your lungs each time you regrettably breathed it in, your hefty pelt only doing so much to keep you safe from the powerful winds that continually blew through the vast forest around you. You pulled the hood of your pelt down for a moment, the familiar sounds of wildlife finally making their way to your now exposed ears, though a freezing breeze made its mark on the soft flesh of your rosy cheeks and nose. You bit into your chapped bottom lip, surveying your surroundings for something you’d be able to feast on once you were back inside the safety of your cabin, thanking the gods for the decent visibility you had from the full moon above. 

The longer you sat there in silence, your body never growing acclimated to the fierce winter temperatures, you began to fall susceptible to exhaustion, the kind that had sunk its way deep into your bones in the same way your loneliness had for years at a time, feeling so heavy you retired from your once rigid stance and slumped down against the oak tree behind you. A few winks of sleep couldn’t possibly hurt you, not when you were quick to rise and fight if need be, your trusty bow and arrow at your side, as well as a pocket knife always sitting in its holster at your hip. You would be up as soon as you had the strength to open up your eyes and go on. 

You eventually woke up to the sound of howling. It had been so distinctly powerful that it was most likely produced by a large wolf, perhaps the leader of a pack. It was then that the culprit of the noise stalked past a few nearby trees and bushes, its dark shaggy coat leaving it virtually impossible to see due to the way it blended in so seamlessly. Leaving abnormally big paw prints behind in the ground below, it slowly paced back and forth in front of you, still quite a distance away from you, but getting closer and closer with each step it made, its large brown eyes piercing right through yours and seemingly gazing upon your soul, deeply fixated on your presence. 

It was much larger than any wolf you had seen in your entire lifetime, more akin to a dire wolf, which you had only seen in books, as it had been extinct for hundreds of years before, yet it was…so familiar. Still trapped inside the limbo of the dream you were initially having and your reality, you weren’t completely sure if what was happening before you was actually real. Not only that, but you had the sudden urge to be at the mercy of the wolf, even if it meant that you’d end up with your throat between the beautiful creature’s ragged teeth. However, you weren’t going to roll the dice with death, not when you’ve seen past loved ones get their lives snuffed out by a predator half the size of the one that was suddenly eagerly making its way towards you. 

Just before the wolf could reach you, your bow was drawn, the feathered arrow slicing into the cold skin of your cheek as it sailed through the air and lodged itself into the creature’s shoulder, your eyes shut tight all the while. What you expected to hear were the familiar pained whines of a canine but you instead were exposed to the lower pitched groans of a man, causing you to freeze, your eyes opening back up, now widened like marbles. The last thing you were expecting to see was another human, not when you lived alone in the woods for so long, and especially not a man that was stark naked and cowering in pain, with tears in his glistening eyes, looking at you as though you had betrayed him. 

You dropped your bow in favor of being at the strange man’s side, surveying his wound, realizing you were so exhausted and hungry, you must’ve simply imagined the wolf. “I-i thought…” you whispered, mostly to yourself, your voice trailing off, almost surprised to hear it after not using it for so long.

“Is that your way of saying hello?” The man hissed in pain when you touched the site of his wound, pushing your hand away from the broken shard of wood that was still lodged inside his bare shoulder. 

“I thought you were…going to kill me…” You reached down and tore off a portion of your thick linen blouse, about to wrap it around the man’s wound when you blocked you with his forearm. “I saw a wolf…” 

“Do I look like a wolf?” he pouted, reaching over to hold his shoulder in pain. 

“I’m sorry, I–…Please, let me help you. I need to apply pressure,” you reasoned, your face contorted with growing regret and concern. 

Studying your body language, the man cautiously let go of his arm and allowed you to wrap the torn linen around the wound site, biting into his lip all the while, letting out a few pained grunts. “Hurts…” 

“I know, I’m almost done, I promise…” you whispered softly near him, taking a second to share a look with the man, apologizing once again with your softened gaze and upturned brows. 

Once you were done, he leaned forward slightly into your personal space to study you, his eyes widened once again, this time with curiosity and admiration, already trusting you despite remnants of your arrow still left inside him. 

You bit into your lip, letting out a small breath, which turned into condensation as soon as it left your mouth. “I didn’t think anyone else lived in this forest…Where did you come from?”

Afraid that you would find his true identity to be far too much for you to handle, he thought it would be better to hide it. “Some would call me a nomad…I’m here, there, everywhere, really.” 

You nodded at his words, noticing once again that he lacked clothes when you were finally able to pull your attention away from his hypnotizing likeness, never having been drawn to someone like this before. It was then that you averted your eyes with diligence, your once cold cheeks growing warmer the more he stared at you. It took all your strength to return his gaze for just a moment. “Do nomads usually wander around the woods without proper clothing?” 

“Well–” The werewolf’s vision went dark for a second, as your pelt was thrown onto him. He pulled it down just enough to continue admiring the human he had been watching from a distance for so long, blowing a few strands of dark shaggy hair out of his sight. “I’m Mingi, by the way. What’s your name?” 

“Y-Y/N,” you answered sheepishly, not sure why the strange man was so keenly interested in you, especially after you just shot him with an arrow. 

“Y/N,” he repeated lovingly, enjoying the way it sounded, slowly sitting up until little white dots began to dance around his vision. “I don’t feel so good.” When Mingi fell forward into your arms, he couldn’t help but smile. You smelled so pretty, just like he had imagined. Warm like cinnamon, smoky like the fire you always kept burning inside your cabin, sweet like flowers in a garden he would roll around in when no one was around. You smelled like home. 

-

It took most of your strength helping the injured man back to your cabin, immediately laying him down in your bed and pulling your warm blankets up over him. To beat the freezing temperature inside your cabin, you quickly tossed a few pieces of wood in the fireplace and lit it up. You stayed crouched near the controlled flames for a little while to make sure the fire stayed alive, until your company let out a soft groan of pain. Now at his side, you pulled the pelt from his shoulders and frowned at the extent of the damage you caused, tears pricking at your eyes. “You’re still bleeding, Mingi…I’m so sorry…I need to stitch you up.”

Just as you stood up, Mingi reached up to hold onto the corner of your torn blouse, blinking hazily up at you, a few beads of sweat cascading along his straining neck. “Please, don’t worry about me, love. You’re the one who needs rest.” 

“Nonsense.” You shook your head, pulling away to find your sewing kit, your cheeks hot to the touch. Once you found it inside one of your drawers, along with a sleep shirt that had belonged to a previous loved one, you returned to Mingi’s side. “Now, stay still, okay?” 

“I’ll do whatever you need from me.” Mingi slowly sat up and rested his back against the headboard, watching with interest as you expertly sewed his wound closed, quite fond of the way you took care of him, and of how close you were to him, your hand resting on his chest for stability as you worked. Before you could pull your hand away from his body, he placed his over yours, unintentionally allowing you to feel his rapid heartbeat. “Thank you for this. Anyone else would’ve left me for the wolves.”

Biting into your lip, you couldn’t help but take into account the way his hand completely enveloped yours, truly forgetting just how important physical touch and connection with others was until this very moment, now that his warm skin was pressing into yours. “I-it’s nothing, really…”

“No, it’s not just nothing,” Mingi pouted, slowly bringing your hand up against his cheek to gently nuzzle into it. He couldn’t believe he had gotten this close to you, the special human he had been head over paws for ever since he had seen you for the first time. “It’s everything. You saved me.” 

It was almost as if this stranger had escaped one of the novels you read over and over, seeming too good to be true. “It was the least I could do after I hurt you…” 

It was when Mingi began to look at you for too long, with that unwavering longing in his eyes, that you cleared your throat and stood up, announcing, “I think I’ll make us some nice, warm soup. How does that sound?” 

It took everything in Mingi not to let out a few celebratory howls, instead nodding his head eagerly, his shaggy brown hair bouncing. “I’ve always wanted to try your food. I can smell it from outside sometimes and it always makes my stomach rumble.” 

You began to expertly chop up vegetables, stopping mid slice when you digested Mingi’s interesting choice of words. “So you know of me?” 

“I-i do,” he nodded shyly, despite your back being turned away from him.

“Have you been watching me, Mingi?” you asked after a few more minutes of silence, your knife now slicing into the last few potatoes you had pulled from your garden before winter began. 

“….Admiring you,” he gently corrected, knowing his big fluffy ears would be splayed out in embarrassment if they were there. 

Just as you began to pour the cut up vegetables into the pot of boiling broth, you blushed and jolted suddenly from the implications of the handsome stranger’s words. Your elbow knocked into the side of your cleaver, causing it to slip off the edge of the wood counter. Before you could blink, Mingi had already caught the handle of the cleaver, slowly standing up by your side, officially displaying the sheer size difference between the two of you. 

“I didn’t mean to scare you, love…” Mingi set the cleaver back down onto the counter, reaching over to touch your hand with a gentleness you hadn’t experienced before. 

The speed and quickness of Mingi’s reaction was incomprehensible; you were still reeling from it. Now he stood beside you, his size and stature more akin to a beast in human form than a simple man. Not only that, but the hand that was overlapping yours felt hot to the touch, like Mingi had a furnace burning away inside of him. You had heard stories of shapeshifters that lived in dense forests much like the one you called home. They had been around for centuries, living amongst themselves, never interacting with humans, able to take the form of beasts at will. You glanced out your window, peering up at the bright orb looming over you. It was a full moon, after all — but did myths like that really exist in the real world? 

“Mingi…are you…?” Your words began to die inside your mouth as soon as the puzzle pieces began to fall into place inside your mind. You couldn’t deny the connection you felt with Mingi, knowing that your total isolation played a part in your desire to let him in. It clouded your mind. You were growing so tired, you almost didn’t seem to mind if he wasn’t strictly human. 

Mingi smiled softly down at you, one of his canine teeth poking out past his plump lips, leaning himself down a bit to shorten the distance between you. He waited eagerly for you to finish your question, tilting his head to the side, having to blow his hair out of the way. 

“Are you hungry?” you finally asked, lowering the flame on the stove so that the soup could settle now that it was ready to serve. 

Mingi’s lips formed a silent ‘o’, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. He thought you might’ve been on the same page about your mutual attraction, but he was beginning to suspect that his obsession with you was one sided. It’s not like you had imprinted on him; it was the other way around. Silly wolf. 

Before Mingi could cry about it, he tasted something so delicious, he couldn’t help but let out an enthusiastic ‘mmm!’. You had slipped a soup spoon into his open mouth, allowing him to try the first homemade meal he’s ever had in his life, one that you had made for the both of you to share together within the sanctity of your cabin, away from the bitter isolation of the forest. He was a silly wolf, after all, because this, this was love. 

“Good?” you gauged softly, your eyebrows upturned with sheepish anticipation. 

“Good! Ahhh~” Mingi licked his lips and opened up again, savoring the warm, comforting feeling inside his stomach once you fed him another bite. “I’ve never had something this delicious before.” 

“Oh, stop,” you blushed, pouring some soup into a bowl and handing it to Mingi, shocked to see him bring it up to his mouth and gulp it down. “Oh, you weren’t lying…were you?” 

Mingi’s brown eyes were round, shiny like marbles, filled with unwavering sincerity. “Everything tastes better when you’re with the one you love…” 

You almost choked on your own soup, finding it hard to breathe all of a sudden. “D-did I hear that right…?” 

Mingi was a romantic at heart. He couldn’t help it, especially when the moon was so big and bright, glowing with everlasting light. She was reminding him to be brave. “Y/N, do you believe in love at first sight?” 

Your heart thumped away inside your chest, a steady reminder that you were alive, and not alone for the first time in a long time. “I think I might…Is that crazy?” 

Mingi brought his hand up to his face to hide the way it scrunched up with pure joy, his cheeks rosy and full of warmth. “If it is, then I must be too.” 

“Where…have you been all this time? I’ve been waiting…for someone like you…” You slowly reached up to pull his hand down, bringing it to your own face, pressing your cold cheek into his large palm. “For someone to keep me warm.” 

He had been there all this time; you just hadn’t seen him yet. But now, you would see all of him. Without thinking, Mingi brought his other hand to your face, gently cupping your cheeks and bringing himself down so that he could press his lips onto yours. It took everything in him to pull away just enough to whisper, “I’m here now. Is that…better?” 

For the first time, you felt like you could let your guard down, not be the lonely, hardened hunter you had to be. Now that you were safe, you could take a rest. “Better,” you whispered back, wrapping your arms around Mingi’s neck just in time to lay against his chest, losing the strength to stay awake. 

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You woke up to the sensation of something intensely warm wrapped around you from behind, someone’s lips idly pressed to the nape of your neck, what felt like fluffy ears twitching near your hair, the soft fur tickling your exposed skin. The air around you was hot and heavy like you were stuck inside an oven, an enticing aroma of spiced cinnamon and woody musk clouding your senses. Your eyelids fluttered open, first noticing two strong arms locked around your middle, realizing Mingi was holding you close to him, his heated chest pressing into your back. 

Overcome by the memories of earlier, the forgotten intimacy of being touched and held by someone, the intense pheromones you were practically doused in, and the want, the need to be truly seen by Mingi, despite having just met a few hours ago, you attempted to turn around to face him, only to have him tighten his grip just enough to keep you still. “M-mingi, I want to look at you…I’m not mad, I just–”

“Do you know what you’re getting into, love?” he whispered in a gravelly voice into your ear, sounding like he had just woken up out of a deep sleep, sending a rush of goosebumps across your skin with just his words. “I’m not…what you think I am.” 

You sheepishly pushed back against Mingi, hearing him let out a soft groan, knowing he was just as satisfied with the way your body felt against his. “I already know, Mingi…I trust you. I’m not scared.” You felt his grip loosen up around your waist, opting to cement his hands around your waist.

His lips were now pressing directly onto the shell of your ear, making you shiver. “Do you know what I am, Y/N? Do you wish to see?” 

“I do…” 

It was then that Mingi climbed on top of you, his broad naked body keeping the glowing orange light of the fire from reaching you, the pelt you had offered him earlier falling into a pile on the side of the bed. Filled with a sense of lustful wonder, you studied Mingi, your half-closed eyes trailing along his tan skin, noticing how his wound had already healed completely, unable to ignore the arousing addition of his elongated canine teeth and the way his tongue ran across them. “You’re a…werewolf…”

Mingi’s fluffy wolf ears twitched slightly, listening closely to the way your breath hitched. “Most would be scared of me, but you…you like this.” 

You swallowed harshly, still finding it very difficult to breathe in the air around you, Mingi’s dominating presence further encouraging you to submit. “Will you eat me?” 

Mingi let out a small puff of air through his nose, the corners of his mouth curling up into an amused smile, lowering himself further onto you, knowing his heavy cock was pressing into your heat through your linen trousers. His lips ghosted along your jaw, the bushy end of his tail gliding back and forth along one of your ankles, replicating the light strokes of a paintbrush. “Only in the way that would have you begging for more.” The small moan that escaped your throat didn’t go unnoticed by Mingi. He nosed at your neck, resisting the urge to lick and bite at it. “Though, i won’t do anything without your permission, love.”

You cupped your hands around his heated face, your insides feeling as if they had been set ablaze. “Do with me what you will, Mingi. I insist.” 

When Mingi’s lips parted, you pressed yours onto them with a fervor you didn’t realize you possessed. The kiss grew more and more intense, the two of you holding onto one another as though you were afraid it all would end too soon, taking turns licking into each other’s willing mouths, breathing in each other’s air when you grew dizzy. 

Growing frustrated with the lack of skin on skin contact, Mingi pushed his large hands up past the hem of your woolen top and slid it off of you, admiring the soft curves of your exposed breasts, before his desperation kicked in and he nuzzled his face against them, sighing onto your skin. “Beautiful…” He dragged his tongue up in between your tits, grabbing one while he sucked desperately on the other, a low growl erupting from his throat. 

“Mingi,” you moaned out, your back arching, only encouraging him to see what other pretty noises he could get you to make, gasping when his sharp teeth teased your sensitive nipples. 

He licked over them to ease the sudden bout of pain, unable to keep himself from sucking one of them into his mouth, apologizing with his upturned eyebrows and his big, round eyes. 

You simply couldn’t take it anymore. You needed him to make a mess of your aching cunt, feeling your wetness stick to the thin linen material of your pants as you kicked them off. “Mingi, more, please, need more…” 

The werewolf knew what you needed when your fingers slid into his soft hair, leaving kisses along your bare body as he moved down south, getting himself comfortable between your spread thighs. “You want me to eat you up, yeah?” He spread your pussy open with his thumbs, nosing at it to inhale your flowery scent, quite aware that it bumped into your clit when he gave your slit an experimental lick, just enough to collect your essence on his tongue. “My beloved needs me to ravage her?” 

“Yes, plea–oh, my god,” you reacted whinily, your thighs involuntarily pressing into the sides of his head just as he dove in, which he grabbed onto, pushing them up and out of his way, his lips and tongue already working in tandem to drive you to a place of pleasure you’ve never been before. 

Mingi devoured your cunt in true animalistic fashion, licking and slurping up your juices as soon as it spilled out of you, just to spit it it back onto your slit and drink it all down, eventually plugging you up with his large tongue to feel you throb, unable to keep himself from fucking you with it until you began to cry out his name in between unintelligible words, your fingers tugging on his hair.

So good, it’s so good, nnnghh, i’m–” You cut yourself off once your impending orgasm took over your body, barely able to register Mingi rubbing soft circles into your shaking thighs and leaving kisses across your inner thigh and on your sensitive clit. You were finally brought back to earth when Mingi’s arousal coated tongue slipped into your mouth, his heated body pressing heavily into yours, gasping into his mouth as soon as Mingi began to desperately rut against you, doing your best to swallow his drool. It was when he whimpered that you broke the desperate kiss, asking softly, “What is it, dear? Tell me what you need.” 

“Need you, need to be inside you,” Mingi exhaled against your jaw, letting out a few shaky breaths, unable to keep himself from sinking his claws into your sheets, clearly at his limit. “Can I…? Please?” 

“Have your way with me, Mingi,” you granted his wish, welcoming him with open arms, just as he folded you up into a mating press and began to pound himself into you.

Mingi knew that such an intimate position would almost guarantee that you would home his pups after the very first knot. It drove him crazy. He couldn’t help but fuck into you as hard and fast as he could, emitting a animalistic grunt or growl with each thrust he made into your dripping cunt, a few drops of drool escaping past his plump lips and landing on your flushed, sweat-ridden face. “You’re mine now, love. My mate. I’m going to breed you.” 

“Y–ours…!” you could barely enunciate, not when he kept punching the air out of your petite body when his oversized one came in contact with yours, his heavy cock continually slipping back into your willing hole with so much ease, it was clear that you were made for him.

“Mine. My pretty little mate, all for me.” It was then that Mingi bit down into your neck, hard enough that he could leave his mark on you, a white hot streak of pleasure shooting through your spine as he did so. 

It felt so good, you could’ve swore you were already cumming, dragging your nails down his broad back, your eyes disappearing underneath your fluttering eyelashes. The werewolf didn’t seem to get tired, no matter how many times you came undone, his large hands still tugging on your hips, forcefully guiding you back onto his cock as though you were a simple doll, at least until you felt a new sensation, something stretching you open even further. “Haaah, it’s so big…”  

“That’s my knot, love. Will you take it, Y/N?” he panted into your ear, licking and nibbling at it as his husky voice finally penetrated your hazy mind.

“Yes, give it to me, please, Min…”

He hummed against your skin, running his hands along the soft edges of your heated body. “I’ll breed you full…so full of my cum, you’ll be carrying my pups by the next full moon.” 

Something about what Mingi said altered the state of your mind on a primal level, your thighs automatically hooking around the werewolf’s waist, your arms around his neck to hold him impossibly close. You wouldn’t be alone anymore. You had a “mate,” like Mingi had lovingly coined the phrase. You would be his, and he was yours, and something so simple made you feel safe. 

“Yes, please.” 

It wasn’t the heavy knot that stretched you wide and locked you in that brought tears to your eyes, but the sudden, hot, seemingly endless rush of cum that flooded your womb that made you cry. Mingi rubbed gentle circles over the small pouch that joined the prominent bulge his cock made inside your abdomen. “You did so well, love, so good for me,” he cooed at you, giving your cheek a few loving licks. “You were made for me.” 

“I was just thinking that,” you sighed softly, running your fingers through his matted, sweaty hair, loving how it felt to have him still stay inside you, keeping all his love from pouring out. It just felt right. Being here with Mingi felt right, like you had always been waiting for him to fall into your life. 

“That’s because you’re my other half.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, before resting his against yours. “It was destined.” 

“For me to shoot you with an arrow?” you joked, reaching up to gently play with one of his furry ears. 

Mingi nuzzled into your touch, wanting to stay with you in that moment, that warm bed, that cozy little cabin that kept you both safe for as long as he could. “I would get shot a million times over, if it meant that I could meet you again.” 

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Needy Nerd

🍑Pairing: fashion major Hongjoong x college student afab reader

🍑Summary: When you volunteered to model for the fashion department of your university, you never expected to be paired with an adorable nerdy guy... who just so happened to be quite needy in a way you sort of enjoyed

🍑WC: 3.4k

🍑AU: college au

🍑Genre: smut, pwp

🍑Warning(s): 18+ rating, degradation, 'Mommy' Kink, dacryphilia, cum-eating, penetration with no barrier. names like "fuck toy, naughty boy" and others used on Hongjoong. Pervert bottom Hongjoong, some impact play, dom reader

🍑Nets: @pirateeznet | @mirohs-aurora-society

🍑 dividers by: @cafekitsune

🍑One of eight of the Pervert Ateez collab with other members of pirateeznet. (Will link the others when they're released!)

@bunnliix :Seonghwa: || @skteezcursed :Yunho: || @desirehorizon :Yeosang: "Debilitate" || @flurrys-creativity :San: "Limerence" || @mingsolo :Mingi: || @daddyfordaeddy :Wooyoung: "Décolletage" || @sanjoongie :Jongho: "Bad Pup"

🍑 Special thanks to: @callmeghostly, @bunnliix and @yourlocaljonghoe for brainstorming <3 And uh, this is also now my favorite piece. fr altered my brain chemistry ^^'

“You’re Hongjoong right? Kim Hongjoong?”

The black haired man, or boy, looked up at you through big glass frames that dwarfed his face much like everything else he wore. From the thick brown wool of his old fashioned sweater, to the large worn out leather bag slung across his body; the way he was sitting on the cafeteria bench did not help at all, legs pulled to his chest with one of the course books open on his thighs. The book he had been reading before you walked up to him and called out.

“That’s me, who’s asking?” He stretched his legs out and put the bookmark in the pages before shutting it.

You gave your name, cocking your hip and placing your hand on the curve. “I’m your model for your fashion project it seems.” When you had signed up on a whim for some extra credit, you didn’t expect to be paired with someone who dressed with clothes from your grandpa’s closet, hoping whatever fit he put you in wouldn’t make you the laughing stock of your friends.

His face lit up, breaking into a wide grin where the corners of his lips dimpled in. “Oh right! I kept meaning to find you.” He sat up more, legs thrown to the ground as he patted the bench next to him. “Sit. We can talk about planning and exchange contact information?” He was much more confident than you initially gave him credit for, and cuter.

You sat down, setting your bag next to you and watching him as he pulled out a hefty binder from his bag and set it on the table. He was quiet as he flipped through the pages, but you were still watching. The longer your eyes were on him though, the more flustered he got, almost squirming by the time he got to whatever he was looking for. “H-here.” He pushed it in your direction, showing off a very poorly drawn clothing design.

You frowned, brow scrutinizing the page as if it would make it make sense. “What am I looking at?”

He huffed, pulling it back. “My design for this project! It’s just a rough sketch but-”

“Rough sketch? Buddy that looks like a two year old drew a shirt on a stick figure.” You retorted without thought, immediately feeling guilty when his cheeks burned darker. “Sorry that was harsh.”

He shrugged, shutting the book. “You aren’t wrong though. The design is part of the grade unfortunately and I don’t do the best there, so I have to come up with a design that passes with flying colors to make up for it.”

You leaned forward, offering a smile and placing your hand over his. You didn’t know why but you wanted him to be successful, maybe it was the cuteness aggression since he looked like a small pouty squirrel? “It’s okay Hongjoong, I’ll be the best model I can for you! We’ll get you the best grade we can.”

He seemed even more flustered now, but encouraged by your words based on his smile. He was just a cute little nerd, you thought.

Boy were you wrong.

The project was for his final, the fashion department working together to put on a large fashion show for the end of the year festival, but they had been short models and were offering a little cash and a little extra credit for anyone else in the university that wanted to participate. How did you manage with perhaps the biggest perv in the department?

At first you thought you were just misinterpreting words and touches, but they kept happening. He’d adjust your clothes constantly, always make sure he was behind you when walking, offer to go to your apartment to work on the clothes, and go so far as to walk with you to and from work. You thought he was just being a gentleman.

Then you noticed it. The way his touch would linger if he touched your skin, seeming flustered. The way his breath would hitch when he walked behind you, especially if you wore a skirt. The few times you swore he moved something in your apartment or something went missing when he left like a dirty shirt you left out, or your water bottle had been moved or he spent far too much time in your bathroom.

Any excuse he could conjure up to touch you. To be around you. To especially come into your apartment and better yet: your room. He would get flustered, grinning as if out of breath, and a glossy look in his eyes.

What really gave it away was the fittings. He’d have you model for him often in the two outfits he was building, even making a third “just in case”, all revealing and requiring you to stand in your bra and underwear. You weren’t shy about your body, so you hadn’t minded, not at first anyways… not until things got, well intense.

He’d run his hands over your bare skin, fix your bra and underwear and cup your tits and ass, admiring them with that look on his face. He’d quickly say he was just adjusting them for the outfit, but you knew better.

Yet you never once called him out on it. You wish he would ask, admit it, maybe then you’d let him play with you a bit because damn his small hands felt so good on your body. His attention had your stomach knotting up, underwear wet, and daydreams full of his pervert expression.

Your final straw? Spotting a pair of your dirty underwear in his bag as he started packing up for perhaps the last time. The clothes were done, all that was left was picking out shoes and the actual show so he had no reason to come over multiple days of the week.

Scoffing, you adjusted your tee shirt you just threw on and strode over, reaching into his bag while calling his name. “What the fuck Joong?” You held up the fabric, turning to him and taking in his pale, bug eyed expression.

“I-I can explain.”

“If it’s some stupid excuse other than the truth I don’t want to hear it.” You stepped closer, watching the fabrics fall to the ground as he scrambled back. You huffed again, reaching out and pushing him onto the bed. “Pervert. Admit it. You’re a fucking pervert and want nothing more than for me to ride your sorry excuse for a cock?”

He whined, whined, at your degradation, gripping the bed sheets to keep from touching you. “I- that’s not-” He couldn’t look at you.

You scoffed again, bringing the underwear to his face. “You know, I got off in these. Rubbed myself on a dildo just to soak them.” You climbed onto his lap, underwear the only thing covering your bottom as you pressed down on his slacks, pleased to feel him growing hard under you. “Just-” You grinded up against the bulge “-like-” then down, “-this.” He moaned out as you repeated the motion, now grabbing your hips.

“Y-You did?” He gasped out, torn between staring at the underwear and watching the way you grinded down on him.

Your hips were still moving, but you lifted yourself just enough to take some of the pressure off his cock, smirking as he whined in protest. “Mmm I did. Almost thought about recording it for you.” You tease, laughing breathlessly when he bucked his hips up.

It was cute how he looked beneath you, pupils blown wide and pretty lips parted as he panted. His tongue ran over his lips, slicking them and giving you a wonderful idea. When he opened his mouth to reply, you shoved the panties between his teeth, stomach flipping at the pure pornographic moan he let out around the fabric. His eyes rolled back as he desperately bucked again, painted nails digging into your hips as he tried to pull you down on his cock.

“You like the taste of soiled panties that much? Disgusting.” You spat out, pleased when he squirmed more beneath you. He was enjoying the shame, so willing beneath you without question or complaint. You wondered how far you could go with him, how much could you push him?

He nodded, lifting his eyes to yours, the desire in them taking your breath away as it was the only potent emotion you could make out in his otherwise hazy vision. You were sure that same desire reflected in your own eyes. He spoke around the cloth, or well tried to, just to moan around them.

He was sucking on them the next second, the sound going right to your core. You wanted to use him, but instead your body reacted differently, palm hitting the side of his cheek just for him to moan louder. “I didn’t say you could suck on them.” You chastised, taking them out just to scoff as he chased them. You slapped him again, this time with the panties. “Behave, bad boys don’t get good things.”

“But- I- please. You taste so good.” He stammered out, releasing your his to grab at the underwear, his desperation just making you throb more.

Spurred on by his actions, you grabbed his wrists and began to tie them together with the panties, hiding a smile at how compliant he became the second he realized what you were doing. “Oh now you want to listen? Filthy pervert, you are just begging for me to use you aren’t you?”

“Yes, yes please use me. Fuck I want you to use me so badly Mommy, please please.” He rasped out in broken cries, bringing the panties to his pretty lips to lick at them more while rolling his hips up against your core.

Every sound he made, every word, was a chill up your spine and sparking your brain in all the right ways. You had been a bit put off by his pervertedness when you first realized it, but now… well you were apparently just as big a pervert because you loved it.

Loved the whiny, begging man under you even more. “Since you asked so nicely, Mommy can't help herself. But I won’t if you keep touching those panties. Even filthy little toys like you know how to obey yeah?”

He nodded fervently, letting his hands sit on his chest as he clasped them to keep from playing with them. His glasses were skewed, hair a mess, and drool coated his lips and chin already; some of your filth too probably.

Smirking proudly, you climbed down him, leaning forward to press a kiss to the bulge in his slacks just to tease him. Your hand had pressed down on his thigh to keep him from chasing your lips but he still whined.

“So fucking pathetic how needy you are.” You chastised, unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down roughly. He lifted his hips to help, watching as you tossed aside his pants, breath lodging in his throat as you stared unashamedly at the wet patch in his underwear. “So much… did the little pervert cum already?”

He shook his head, knuckles white from how tightly he was gripping them together. “N-no. But close. Still so close Mommy. Do you want me to come? I will. I’ll cum as many times as Mommy wants me to. Any way Mommy wants me to.”

You had no doubt in your mind he would, once again tempted to test how far you could take that knowledge. But you were also so fucking turned on, so desperate for him in turn despite your cool, detached tone as you continued to degrade him. 

You pulled his underwear off roughly, yanking down his cock in the process and earning a cry from him as his back arched, cock slapping back onto his stomach and leaking even more. Oh it was so pretty, you wanted a taste. Maybe next time.

He was whimpering as he shut his eyes, trembling to the point you could see his thighs clenching with the effort to stay still. Which he did manage to stay still. It was almost disappointing that he did.

So you scoffed, finger running up his cock before you gripped it harshly, scoffing. “Your dick is just as pathetic as you are. Do you really think this will satisfy me? You think you can make Mommy cum with this?” He was maybe average in size, a little bigger, but that you just couldn't pass up the opportunity to insult him; not when it had him whining louder and leaking on your hand.

“I promise it will Mommy. Promise. Use me any way you want, promise you’ll love it.” He whined out with broken pleas as his fucked out gaze followed your movements when you pulled away. Protests died the second your shirt came off, bare tits on display for him. He licked his lips, hands reaching up just to be slapped back down. “Please Mommy, wanna suck on them.”

“You have to earn that by proving you aren't as pathetic as you seem.” You moved so he could watch you pull your underwear off, now holding up the freshly soil underwear on display so he could see that despite your words, you were enjoying this so much: enjoying him so much. “Look at what you made me do. I ruined another pair because of you. You’re going to have to clean these.” You demanded, bringing them to his very eager lips. He lifted up to pull the wet fabric between his teeth, moaning at the fresh taste of your arousal.

It was so fucking hot how pathetic and desperate he was for you, but the scene wasn’t perfect. He continued to suck and moan around your panties while you swung your legs over his, pushing his shirt up and over his head until the fabric was to his elbows, his arms outstretched and torso now bare to you.

This was the first time you got to see him so exposed, his pretty waist and slightly toned stomach, but his tits, particularly the fact they weren’t just flat chest bone like you expected, was a pleasant surprise. You kept his glasses on him, you wanted him to see this after all, and leaned down to take one of his pretty pink nipples in between your mouth.

His reaction had your head spinning. He cried out around your underwear, back arching to put more of him in your mouth. You pushed his hips back down, feeling how taunt his muscles were beneath your hands as you flattened your tongue against his pebbled nipple. Biting down had him writhing beneath you, moaning louder around the fabric until only one word could be deciphered.

You pulled away in time to watch ropes of white splurt out of his cock and onto his stomach, your breath hitching at the sight he was. His head had fallen back, drool running out of the corner of his mouth and pants loud despite the fabric muffling him. He was tugging at the sheets above his head, his thighs flexing again and again under you as his climax coursed through him.

He was so fucking pretty like this, that you wanted to see it again and again. In fact you were upset with yourself for not feeling it inside you.

You wanted to cum so badly that you waited only long enough for his cock to stop leaking cum before you were grabbing it and lining it up with your entrance. Before you pushed down, you pulled the underwear out of his mouth just so you would be able to hear him. 

His head snapped up when he felt your slick lips on his tip, his neck veins prominent as he literally held his breath to watch you sink down on him. You took it slow, your own mouth falling open at the sensation while he moaned out deeply.

Only when you bottomed out did his head fall back, becoming a begging babble for you. “Mommy feels so good. So tight. Fuck please use me. Use me so good. Mommy please. Milk me, fuck me so good I can only think of Mommy.”

As much as you wanted to hear it, there was still that side of you that wanted to degrade him, so you used the wet panties to swipe up his cum and then shoved it back in his mouth with a pleased hum. “Mommy’s turn to cum so be a good toy and just take it. That’s all a disgusting pervert like you is good for yeah? Being used as a fucking toy for Mommy.”

He was sucking on the underwear again, moaning around the fabric as he stared up at you with half lidded hazy eyes. It only took one roll of your hips before he was pliant and fucked dumb beneath you. It was astonishing how close you were already to cumming, all the teasing and toying having riled you up just as much as him.

So you used him, the second your walls were used to him you were rolling your hips and slamming down on him with reckless abandon. His cock was still sensitive, the fabric muffling his moans but they were still loud. You reached for his nipples again, pinching and pulling at them both until he was squirming under you again.

“Such a sensitive perv, so disgusting and filthy and you fucking love it don’t you? You’re so glad I caught you. You wanted to get caught. Wanted Mommy to find you disgusting and punish you.” You spat out but it lacked the cool tone from before, your own pleasure slipping into each word as you were slamming down hard enough on his cock the sound was echoing in the room.

He nodded, but didn’t respond. You reached for his hair, yanking the strands and resulting in his glasses falling from his face even more. “Didn’t you?”

He could only nod again, but his muffled words were understandable enough. As well as the word ‘cum’ again. Eager to feel him pulsing and filling up your pussy, you kept your pace and tugged harder on both his hair and his nipple.

His cry was exquisite, so was the feeling of his hot cum filling you up while his cock was twitching between your tight walls. You clenched down to milk him for all he was worth, now noticing tears pooling in his lashes.

You came the second the first drop slid down his temple and into his hair, hips rolling to a slow space to ride out your high as you moaned for him, getting close to his ear and feeling him shiver at your breath against his skin.

Shutting your eyes for a moment, you took the underwear out of his mouth and just listened to his heavy breaths and whines; the incoherent words that sounded like praises and thanks.

Once you regained your own senses enough, you sat back up, staring down at him as he blinked away the remaining tears to refocus on you as well. With a wicked grin, you pointed down, waiting until his head was lifted before slipping off his cock. You leaned back on his knee, using your free hand to spread your pussy lips for him, feeling his cum and your arousal immediately slip out and onto his softening dick. “Take a good look at how well Mommy used you, naughty boy. Was it everything you ever dreamed of?”

He swallowed hard, Adam's apple bobbing and veins more prominent as he clenched his jaw. “A-almost.” When you quirked a brow, he rushed on. “Would be better if my cum was dripping out of you while you walk the runway in my designs. Please Mommy? I’ll do anything for that.”

Your eyes went wide at his fantasy, imagining it yourself. Your tongue darted out as the image lit a fire in your core again. “Anything baby?” He nodded. “Mm… I think Mommy can do that. For her favorite little pervert.”

He beamed at your words, and you smiled right back.

It ended up being quite thrilling to have so many eyes on you while you wore his designs with his cum packed in your pussy and ruining your underwear. The same underwear you shoved in his mouth after the show, just to pack your cunt full of him all over again.

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