Taunt, Tempt, Tail (Kaeya X Puppygirl!Reader)

Taunt, Tempt, Tail (Kaeya x Puppygirl!Reader)

Inspired by these HCs—

“Do you like him better? Is that it? Do you wish he was your owner instead?” Kaeya’s frown turns into a snarl. “Tartaglia is a fucking freak. He’s one of those creeps who treats his pets like toys. You think you’re special? If I handed you over to him, he’d forget about you so quickly. He’d probably just dump you in Snezhnaya with the rest of his dogs. Is that what you want? To get wrecked every night by some scary hybrids you’ve never met?”

Kaeya’s free hand moves from your breast to your collar, and when he tugs, you know he wants an answer.

No, you want to whine, hips bucking into Kaeya’s hand as his fingers move faster. Only want you. No one else. Just you.

WORD COUNT: 4.1k

TAGS: female hybrid reader, puppygirl reader, teasing, degradation, tail-pulling, grinding, dry-humping, PIV sex, finger-sucking, power dynamics

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SUPERIORITY - PJM

top employee park jimin, snagged the promotion you were after. now he finally had the power to put you in your place.

pairing — jimin x female reader

genre — angst, smut

word count — 2.9k

warnings/tags — office!au, coworkers!au, dom!jimin, sub!reader, cussing (so much), reader got an attitude, power play-ish, semi-public, superiority kink, sexual tension, explicit smut, oral (m receiving), praise, dirty talk, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, ladies & gents), penetrative sex, crying, breeding kink (a small one), creampie +more

a/n: repost with minor edits 😶

It was currently promotion season at the company you worked at. Only one role was up for grabs, and there were ten employees fighting for it.

Honestly, you weren’t too worried about losing. Most of the employees were nothing compared to you. You probably sound self-absorbed, but really, you were the only employee that was actually competent.

That was until, Mr Park Jimin, decided to run for the role.

You were both always at each other’s throats. For petty reasons, of course. It didn’t help that he was just as competent as you; always finishing his reports on time, carrying out tasks with utmost efficiency.

He was just like you.

So were you surprised when your boss decided to hand over the promotion to him?

Yes.

In fact, you were livid.

“It hurts, doesn’t it?” Jimin taunts you, shrugging his shoulders and turning away from you to revel in his success. You were beyond pissed, and his words were not helping you right now.

You storm into your boss’ office, silencing out the distant cheers of Jimin and his fellow co-workers congratulating him out in the hallway.

“I have been nothing but loyal to this God forsaken company. We both know you wouldn’t get shit done without me, so for you to go and promote a man with bullshit goals and an ass for a personality, says a lot.”

You were always a compliant person, but you were not a bitch. If you needed to say something, even if it was out of line, you’d say it.

Having defied your boss on so many occasions, he was used to your sudden outbursts and shrugged it off. “It’s a matter of who I think is best for the role. And I’ve decided that it’s Mr Park. I suggest you come to terms with that.”

You mentally curse and let out a huff, falling onto the seat opposite him. “Sir, you know this promotion meant everything..” you start, your voice now softer than what it was before. There was a hint of sympathy in the older man’s eyes, because really, you did do a lot for the company. You made huge renovations and carried out tons of projects to modernise the company and they were always successful.

But Park Jimin came around and outshone you,

“Whatever, is the all-employee vacation still going on?” The company vacation to Bali was the only thing keeping you from losing your sanity.

“About that..”

No..

“Our partners didn’t book you a ticket.”

No way this is happening right now.

“What?”

Your boss hesitates to explain himself, but one look at you, and he knew he had no choice.

“They claim to have forgotten to book your ticket. By the time they realised, it was too late, all the tickets were fully booked,” the older man was bracing himself for another outburst from you, but you forced yourself to stay put. “But you’ll be reimbursed for the whole trip.”

You scoff and pull yourself up from the seat, “Oh please, as if that’s supposed to make things better.” You say nothing more and turn on your heel to leave, slamming the door shut behind you and pacing towards your own office, disregarding the crowd surrounding Jimin.

Yeah, Jimin noticed the scowl on your face. It was the highlight of his day, and he just had the urge to rub a little more salt on your wound, so he quickly dismissed himself from his co-workers, following you into your office, and before you could shut the door on him, he put his arm through, sandwiching his arm between the door and the door frame.

You didn’t even realise Jimin was following you, so when you looked back, your irritation heightened.

“Why are you following me, Park? I’m sure you’ve got better things to do,” you mumble, walking over to sit behind your desk, trying to ignore the God-awful attractive man at your door.

“It’s rude not to congratulate your fellow co-workers when they get promoted. No wonder you didn’t get the role..” he mutters the last part under his breath, but your ears caught on quick, standing up from your seat and scrunching up a scrap piece of paper, throwing it at his annoyingly beautiful face, to which he caught with his speedy reflexes.

“You know what? Fuck you and your promotion! I’m sick and tired of your shit. All you do is sit on your ass like you own the fucking place,” you keep going, calling him out for tons of irrelevant things since you couldn’t exactly comment on his work. He was good at that.

“Get out of my office and have fun on your stupid vacation with the whores you call women.”

“Oh, you mean the vacation you didn’t get invited to?”

That was the first thing Jimin had said after your constant rambling. He seriously had nothing else to comment on?

“Didn’t get invited to? I got invited, they just forgot to book my ticket..”

Jimin let out a sarcastic laugh, finally welcoming himself into your office and making himself comfortable on the seat opposite you. “Yeah, ‘forgot.’ You got kicked off the list because.. well, let’s be real, you’re not exactly the easiest to be around.”

What the hell does that mean?

“Because you’re so uptight.”

You’ve heard the term be thrown around at you in the workplace, but you didn’t think too much of it. You took it as more of a positive characteristic rather than an insult.

“Well, someone needs to be there to keep you guys in check—”

“—you see, that’s where you’re wrong.” The baritone of his voice had dropped profusely, and the moment he stood up to approach you, an alarmed look was painted across your face.

“I don’t know who gave you the right to disrespect not only your co-workers, but also our boss. I don’t know why he even lets you talk to him like that. He should’ve fired you by now.”

Jimin’s form was unprecedentedly close to you, and you needed to make a move now before he trapped you in your seat.

Pulling yourself up off your chair, you’re now standing chest-to-chest with the man, your head tilted up towards his face, seeming as if you weren’t scared of him. “Fuck off, Jimin. The last thing I need is you all up in my face and sticking your nose into shit that doesn’t concern you. I keep this team on its feet, I doubt you..” you pause, using your index finger to poke harshly at his built chest, “..Could do a better job.”

You barely did anything to provoke him, but now he was getting mad. His eyes glanced down at his chest, watching your finger poke him repeatedly until he grabbed ahold of your wrist. “With the promotion in my hands, you’re basically under my management, so I suggest cutting down on the back talk. That shit doesn’t fly with me.”

The anger you were exuding could be felt surrounding the both of you, it felt almost suffocating, but you were too blind-sighted to say anything about it.

“Or what, Jimin? I don’t care about your position in this business, I will never take orders from you. Now get the fuck out of my office,” your tone was harsh as you pushed him away from you, causing him to bump into your desk.

Jimin bit harshly on his bottom lip, trying to keep control of his anger, but your attitude was pissing him off more than it ever had before.

And seeing you so mad left the blood in his body rushing to his dick.

You’re about to turn away from him, but his quick movements deemed that to be impossible, now having you in his hold, arm wrapped securely around your waist and switching positions with you. Your lower back was pressed up against the edge of your desk, the hard surface searing into you and making you wince.

Before you could retaliate or question what he was doing, Jimin had cupped your jaw with one hand, forcing you to look up at him.

“If you even think for once, you’ll be getting away with throwing your little attitude around, you’re wrong.”

Your body tensed in his hold, suddenly hyper-aware of what was happening right now, but you didn’t do anything to stop him. The pool of heat between your legs grew profusely as you tried to squeeze your thighs shut, but Jimin was perceptive.

He pulled you off the desk to stand in front of him before taking a step back and analysing you.

“Such a pretty face, gorgeous body. Too bad it’s paired with that foul mouth,” he scolds you, approaching your now timid form and reaching his hands out to unbutton your white blouse slowly. “Don’t deny it; you’ve thought about this before, haven’t you?”

Of course you have. Any normal person would think about fucking their hot co-worker, now matter how they felt towards them.

“Fuck you..” Your breath hitches in your throat, feeling the cold air brush over your exposed chest. Your tits were sitting clad and pretty beneath your black bra, looking oh-so-enticing.

Jimin seemed unconvinced and merely shrugged, tracing his finger down between the lining of your cleavage with an astounding smirk. “Bet I could fuck the uptightness out of you, huh?”

Your silence spoke volumes.

“Before you start running your mouth again..” he starts, taking a couple steps back until he falls onto your seat. “..let’s put that foul mouth of yours to good use.”

His hands drop down to his belt, skilfully undoing the loops and pulling his black slacks down. He spread his legs apart to make room for you to sit in between them, and when he noticed that you were still standing in the same spot, he scowled. “My dick isn’t gonna suck itself, Miss L/N.”

Jimin’s tone was condescending, and you had to resist the urge to curse him out then and there, however your legs were moving on their own, approaching his Godly form and standing between his legs.

Your compliance was something Jimin adored. You were a handful, but you always followed instructions from higher ups because you got off on workplace validation.

You immediately fall to your knees, your fingers hooking between the waistband of his boxers and pulling the article down to free the growing hard-on he was sporting. Your hands wrap around the base of his cock as you lean forward to lick a long stripe up to his tip, meeting his tantalising gaze.

“Hm, your pretty lips will have to try harder than that.”

“Fucking unfeasible,” you mutter under your breath, your mouth instinctively falling open and letting the tip of his cock fall flat against your salivating tongue as you readjusted your position, pulling yourself closer between his legs.

One quick glance up at Jimin, and you wasted no time closing her lips around his leaking tip and sinking your mouth further down around his cock, clearly struggling to take him whole, but you did what you could.

"See that's much better. You're trying so hard to suck me off, but it's too much isn't it?" Jimin brags with a shit-eating grin.

You were drawing out soft moans from him whilst his hand rested at the back of your head, almost guiding you. "Fuck, just like that baby. Keep doing that for me."

Even though he was messing with you, his praise was going a long way, urging you to give him everything and more. You pulled away from him with a frown on your face, leaving his cock standing tall and hard before leaning in again and using your tongue to land small kitten licks over his throbbing tip.

Your hands were gripping tightly at his thighs, nails digging into his skin as your lips parted once again, sinking down on him deeper than before. Your breath hitched as soon as you felt him hit the back of your throat, making you choke slightly, but you didn’t pull away.

"Holy shit—" Jimin's voice cracks in a moan, "Should have had you doing this sooner, you sound so perfect with my cock down your throat. Who would have known that smart-ass mouth would be so good at taking cock."

He keeps talking, praising you between moans at the feeling, hands brushing your hair out of your face so he could watch you work between his legs.

His cock was throbbing incessantly as you continued to suck him off, a stringy mess of precum and saliva dripping down the side of your lip. The messy sight of you between his legs prompted him to fuck into your mouth, pushing his cock down the tight space of your throat and he almost came.

“Shit— shit—!” Jimin quickly pulled his hips away from you, leaving your mouth empty, and you gasping and spluttering on the floor.

“What the hell?!” you exclaim, looking up at the man who’s hips seemed to be stuttering in the chair. You bring your hands up to the side of your lip, wiping off any excess saliva.

Jimin had no time to speak. He was going through what felt like the 5 stages of grief, postponing his own orgasm. Delaying his climax only frustrated him, but he did what he had to do; grabbing your arm and pulling you up onto your feet, shoving you against the glass desk.

“As much as I wanna cum down your throat, I’d rather help myself and finish inside of you..” he says, rolling your skirt above your hips and pushing your panties to the side, wallowing in the sight of your drenched cunt.

“Shameless whore.”

You felt yourself clench at his degrading words, propping yourself up onto your elbows as you spread your legs apart, trying to make room for him to stand between them.

“You think just cause you have a higher position than me, you can fuck me whenever you please?” you scoff, but even then, you’re still edging yourself towards the edge of the desk, wanting him to fill you up.

“I don’t see you stopping me.”

Jimin wrapped his hands around his length, pumping himself in his fist a couple times as he eyed the slick running between your folds. All he could think about was how desperate he was to stuff you full of his cock, make you cry on him and leave you dripping for days.

And he was gonna make that happen.

Taking a couple steps forward, he ran his tip between your folds, relishing how easily you coated his cock with your arousal, and that helped him to plunge into you with ease.

At first glance, you were evidently in pain, shock even. A mixture of both, but as soon as he started to move, all that seemed to disappear. Pleasure was washing over your body, your bones going weak each time Jimin thrusted into you, his pace rough and relentless.

“Too much, Jimin—!” your moans come out breathless, throat going dry from how long you’d kept your mouth open the moment he left it empty.

“This isn’t too much. Little Miss Y/N will take what she’s given,” he grits, lifting your leg up onto his shoulder and the slight change of mission made a pretty big difference.

You swore you could feel him all up in your guts, your walls greedily clenching around him, making him groan.

Jimin chuckled, “Gonna flood your cunt with my load.. dumb you out to the point where my cock is all you can think about,” he goes on, his deceitful words making your pussy flutter brazenly around him. “Fuck, I felt that,” he quips, his dashing smile on show as his grip around your legs tightened, hips aggressively snapping against your used cunt.

“Gonna fuck this pussy so good.. maybe if I fuck my kids into you, you’ll have no choice but to listen to me,” Jimin seethes, feeling his cock throb inside of you each time you cried out his name.

“God, you’re such an asshole!” you cry out, letting out a sliver of a moan which completely went against your words.

The man smirks, lightly slapping you across your cheek and grabbing ahold of your jaw, “Let’s hope our kids get your good looks rather than your foul mouth.”

He releases you from his grip, letting your head fall back against the desk as he continued to mercilessly fuck not you. Your body was growing weak with each passing second and your mind was running laps wondering what the hell you were doing, letting him have his way with you.

Deep down, you’d been wanting this ever since he arrived.

“Come on, Y/N, cum all over my cock like you were made for it,” he taunts you, again and again, his pace becoming sloppy indicating he was close.

Your mind was becoming fuzzy and all of a sudden your senses had heightened, your orgasm catching you by surprise and completely dragging you away from reality.

It felt like ecstasy; your eyes fluttering shut as you mindlessly creamed his cock, Jimin following right after and spilling his load into the warmth of your cunt with a low groan.

He relished in the fucked out sight of you, your hard, powerful demeanour, now the complete opposite. It made him feel proud in a sense, having finally been able to break you down with just his cock.

You were the same as his ‘whores’.

You’d have to get used to the inferiority from now on.

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like the wind -> the encounter (jjk)

summary: jungkook was an eventing world champion. adopted and raised in a barn, he trained hard from the moment he could walk straight. he hated it – hated the repetitive, closed off life he lived just to please a crowd of humans who paid big money to see him perform. his great escape is all it takes to realise just how good it feels to run from it all, to discover just how much more life has to offer outside of his current one as an equestrian horse.

pairing: jungkook x female reader

genre: hybrid au, strangers to lovers

warnings tags: friesian horse!jk, human!reader, mentions of abusive handling and exploitation, talks of terminal illness, eventual smut

word count: 3k

a/n:  hello…guys…it me. i know i disappeared :( but life has been hella hectic recently ~ anyways, i am back, and i’m going to be working on my new series, LIKE THE WIND! :D i decided from now on, i’ll focus primarily on one series at a time, but at the moment i’m really cradling like the wind like a new born child, and i’ve been writing SO much for it. i hope you guys like her :3 

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Jungkook was finally a free man. Free to run, to be himself; to be the hybrid he was meant to be – a true stallion.  

Well not yet, not really, but the lady that came by to groom you in the morning hadn’t closed his stable properly, didn’t click the lock in and it swung open when she turned her back to grab buckets of supplies to start grooming him. 

His heart pumped in his chest harsher than he’s ever felt it, even after a full day of being shown in the rings. 

God, he hated the rings. Not because of the eventing, that part was admittedly quite fun sometimes if he could manage to drown out the sounds of the cheering morons that watched him. Even when he was being a pain to whoever was handling him, it was always different people.

The part that had made him miserable was the fact that these people were paying big money to see him transform from horse to human, would throw money at him like some kind of stripper or something. He felt insanely belittled, standing on a platform in front of hundreds of strangers to reveal the most vulnerable form of himself. 

Jungkook wasn’t some circus act, he was a horse, a big and strong and talented stallion.

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Streams & Sheets 🔞 | JJK

Word Count: 10k+ words (im sry) Pairings: gamer!jungkook x reader Genre: gaming au, slice of life, established relationship

Summary: Nobody expected famous twitch streamer JJK to trend online when his mysterious girlfriend accidentally makes a cameo in one of his livestreams. The chaotic problem in question? You streamed a live sex tape. ( kofisips' masterlist )

Warnings: the holy trinity (smut, angst & fluff), dom!jungkook, long haired jungkook in a man bun and brow piercing, jungkook with his alphabet username, unprotected sex, creampie, degrading, oral (f & m receiving), face fucking, multiple orgasm, slut shaming, dacryphilia, ass play, online humiliation, mentions of unsure breakup that's not clear with the characters, over thinking, slight ddlg

Notes: » IM SCREAMING COS I WROTE THIS BACK WHEN JUNGKOOK WAS STILL USER ALPHABET & HAD A BROW PIERCING!!!! RIP LEGENDARY ERA. » Flashbacks are italicized. » Setting is also during the first year of the pandemic. » Taglist is at the comments.

If you told Jungkook from 5 years ago that he’d quit his office job, he’d for sure think you were crazy. 

He used to be a creative director for a top advertising agency. The digital advertisements he handled always garnered large amounts of traction. He instantly became the boss' favorite employee for exceeding the client's expectations until the day the project manager had onboarded his team with the wrong client brief; they fired him on the spot.

His streaming career started out as a joke. Playing games with his friends was one of his de-stressors from work. He enjoyed all kinds of games but found RPG the most interesting to play. What kickstarted his streaming was Taehyung and Jimin – who practically begged him to join them on their stream. Everyone who tuned in during the Call of Duty Livestream thought he was a great sharpshooter. He only gave in when more and more people urged him to start his own streaming channel, and the rest is history.

The other de-stressor was you. Jungkook loved to take you out on dates and enjoy a simple life with you doing nothing at home. He wasn’t particularly ashamed of letting everyone know who his girlfriend was. However, he was an introvert who only enjoyed sharing a few snippets of his personal life with the public. You were his safe space, and he’d like to keep it that way.

Another day, another stream. Jungkook flexes his fingers and shoulders in circular motions, then arches his back to relieve the tension on his muscles, and finally cracks his neck with a satisfied groan.

“Okay motherfucker, time to meet your creator,” he snickered to the microphone, his competitiveness laced his voice.

You chuckled as you watched him focus on beating his opponents while trying to move his hair away from his face. All you did was take the initiative to come behind and put his fringe to a bun. The chat alerts started pinging non-stop when his viewers caught a glimpse of your hands.

“Thanks for that, love,” he gave you a boyish grin.

“You really need a haircut,” you teased before you exited out of the frame but his eyes still followed you.

“Jungkook, for fuck’s sake. Can you stop ogling at your girlfriend and focus on the goddamn game! We’re losing here, man!” Jimin yelled to the microphone, making you giggle.

Everyone knew Jungkook has a girlfriend, but there were no pictures of your face they could find on any of his social media accounts. The ongoing theory was you weren’t real, and he was only doing it for attention. To be fair though, that’s because he wouldn’t confirm or deny anything, so the speculations only grew. After all, he did a pretty good job with separating his work from his personal life and he’d like to leave it at that.

He squinted his eyes at one comment that caught his eye that wrote ‘JJK a king for bagging ‘em thick thighs.’ It was true, but in his manner of agreeing, he only chuckled at it, “King? Nah. Just a lucky bastard.” 

It was one of the nights where Jungkook stayed up late to stream with his friends.

You were about to sleep in your shared room when you decided to watch their livestream. The chats had you laughing hysterically as you scrolled through all of it. The whole stream was 20% exchanging curses at each other, 30% of it was actually playing, while all 50% of it was back and forth banter mostly between Jimin and Taehyung.

“For those still tuning in, did you know sleep deprivation causes severe brain damage? Just look at Jungkook,” Jimin teased when his character died.

After a few hours of playing, the game’s card showed that their team had lost against none other than his older brother's team who got him into gaming, Yoongi.

Throughout the game, Taehyung carried his team only to end up disappointed. All of them howled in laughter when Namjoon and Yoongi still blamed each other when they had won. 

“Now that’s what you call a nightmare,” Taehyung’s microphone spiked when he sighed too close to it, “Oops! Anyway, I think I should get myself a girlfriend.”

Jungkook snorted, “What’s with the announcement?”

“I was manifesting,” Taehyung retorted as he adjusted his headphones. “And you should click on the ‘play again’ button before I virtually throw my mouse at you,” Jungkook chuckled as he hovered his cursor over the button.

“Hold on! I need to feed my cat first,” Jimin yelled away from his camera, waving his hands from afar. “Don’t you dare start the fucking game without me!” 

You’ve already lost your drowsiness from laughing at the three of them. You thought it would be a lot better than to watch it all happen live so quietly pad your shared apartment, walking along the hallway, until you reached Jungkook’s gaming room and peeked through the corner.

Leaning on the door frame as you watched him play, he took a double-take at your figure and lit up when he saw you standing there.

He was in-game with his friends again, seemingly too focused targeting for a clean headshot. His doe eyes glimmered with happiness. 

“You good?" You nodded like a girl, but Jungkook only squinted his eyes, trying to decipher what was the weird thing that poked through your (well, technically his but you share half of his closet) oversized shirt. "What’s that thing sticking out?”

The things with your boyfriend is you need to give me a few seconds before things could sink in. Getting impatient, you took your shirt off, revealing that you had your nipple pierced which made his brows rise in surprise, “Since when did you–”

“I had them done 3 days ago where you got your brows pierced,” you cheekily replied.

Jungkook tried to recount all the times he was a good boyfriend this week to earn such a “reward” from you. There was a time it casually slipped out of him that it would be hot to fuck you with a nipple piercing. Of course, he loved you regardless of whatever choice you made to your body, so he never pushed it.

It was just a thought. 

Sensing that his eyes were on you, you nervously laughed and gave him a small wave but he didn’t notice that when his gaze was already scanning how the matching lace underwear on your body hugged your figure in all the right places.

“What?” you whispered.

“Nothing, it’s just–” there was a loud gulp mid-sentence before turning back to the camera. “​​Hang on, guys. Be right back, just need to take care of something…really important,” he turned the camera off for the meantime and removed his headset.

Rushing to stand up from his gaming chair to walk towards you, he placed both hands on your waist with a playful grin, “Did your boobs grow bigger?”

With wide eyes and a blush that painted along your cheeks, you stuttered your words out, “I-I don’t think it did?” 

He hums with approval at the piercing, lightly tracing the metal on your bud with his finger while smirking, "Why don't you be a good girl and cockwarm me while I stream, yeah?"

If that wasn’t enough to throw you off guard, Taehyung and Jimin’s hysterical laughter roared through the speakers of Jungkook’s headset. Apparently, your boyfriend liked to have his volume on max.

“Jungkook you, idiot! You left your fucking mic on!” Jimin yelled in the middle of his howling.

You giggled when Jungkook smacked a hand to his forehead, “Oh shit, I forgot about that.”

He returned to his station and scrolled through the live chat and read through it countless overwrought reactions like: ‘he said sexy time on air’, ‘guy ditched his stream for pussy’, and ‘show us your girlfriend!’

When a hashtag about revealing your relationship trended on social media, Jungkook simply ignored it and went on about his day like usual.

His viewers’ curiosity was amusing. There were times he wanted to show you off on his main accounts, but he knows better than to let everyone inside his business.

“Hey cutie, here’s your coffee,” you warmly greeted him as he waltzed in the kitchen for breakfast.

“Thanks,” kissing the top of your head before taking a seat beside you.

As he takes a sip from his coffee, he hears your huffs and struggles to open the strawberry jam you wanted on your toast. He doesn’t intervene just yet, he stays quiet and waits for you to finally give up.

Mentally, he counts from one to three, then you turned your head and faced him with a pout, whispering his name in a soft voice, “Koo?” Your eyes emulutated like that of a doe, “Can you help me out?”

“Alright, give it to me,” he chuckles, reaching for the jar and twisting it open with ease. Handing you the strawberry jam, he smiles as he watches you spread it on your toast merrily, “Anything else my baby wants?”

You hum as you thought, “Hmm, a cup of tea would be nice.”

Jungkook will never admit this, but he loves it when you ask for his help. No matter how big or small it is, he’s willing to do anything you ask of him. Just call him in those three simple letters and he will literally cross an ocean just to help you out. Running errands is also just a breeze for him all because he knows you’d be needing help in reaching the high shelves or simply carrying anything you bought. As selfish as it sounds, he adores the way he feels needed by you. He’s fine being called pussy whipped, the guy just loved taking good care of you.

During the first half of your relationship, he may or may not have gone overboard in looking after you. It came to a point where you felt somehow too dependent on him even when he says he doesn’t mind at all.

“Koo, I have hands,” you say sternly, pulling your heavy luggage away from his grip. Raising both of your hands in the air, you move it closer to his face, “See? I have two!”

“Baby, can’t you see this is too heavy for you to carry?” He retorts, not letting go of the handle.

For the rest of the ride to Busan, you stayed quiet. Too quiet for Jungkook’s liking. He would spare you a glance from time to time but not once did you ever meet his gaze. He didn’t understand why you had such a sour mood over a mere luggage, especially not when he’s always done things for you even when you don’t ask. 

When the silence was too much for him to bear, he finally spoke to you first, “Baby.” You finally looked at him, alright, but with an annoyed glare. “It wasn’t a big deal. I was just trying to help.”

“Not a big deal?” Your tone is slightly raised, making his forehead crease. He knows you’re about to call him by his government name next, “Jungkook, you’re always doing things for me, which I appreciate, but I can’t…I can’t keep feeling like a burden all the time.”

His eyes widened at your sudden outburst, “I– Y/N, I never meant for you to feel that way.” He reached for your hand, but not grabbing it. All he does is graze his finger over your knuckles soothingly, “I’m sorry if me constantly helping you made you feel like a burden, but I swear I just love to do things for you.”

Looking at how apologetic he truly was, there was no way you could stay mad at him. Letting out a sigh, you scoot closer to him and rest your head on his shoulder, “I understand, Koo. Just…just let me do things on my own and step in when I call for you.”

Bringing the back of your hand to his lips, he leaves a soft kiss and smiles against your skin, “Okay, love. Sounds fair.”

His favorite part of the day ever since the both of you had decided to live together was waking up entangled in silk sheets and seeing your face first thing in the morning. If there's any scent he can attribute to you, it would be the smell of coffee and cinnamon. 

That's the thing about you. You weren't a shot of espresso; you were a shot of tequila that burned a line to the throat. Aside from that, you were also good at playing video games and could smoke a whole team out if you decided to make gaming a career. Like a support in the game, you revive him to be the best he can be. The love you give is enough for him to forget all the lower back strain he suffered from sitting on his chair for too long. 

When he was still working a full-time job, Jungkook was forthcoming and he sometimes intimidated people when he spoke during meetings or whenever they saw his tattoos.

Most of the time, he was timid and reluctant. You, on the other hand, were the complete opposite of him. You were more delicate and spoke softly, but you were also carefree and took things head-on. A plethora of complex ideas and that’s what he liked about you.

He will never forget that day he had first met you.

It was the coldest winter Korea has ever gotten and what better way to spend the cold holidays than by joining a feeding drive for the homeless. You’ve always participated in various donation drives whenever you can. It just so happened that Jungkook was passing by, freezing in the cold as he read the poster that was posted on the food truck. 

“Coffee?” you cheerfully handed out the warm cup. Although it was a nice gesture, Jungkook somehow felt offended. ‘I should’ve worn something else,’ he thought.

“I uhm I’m not homeless,” he awkwardly froze when you giggled. That has got to be the most soothing giggle he has ever heard in his life – but in a good way.

“Huh? Everyone of all walks of life likes coffee.”

When you squint your eyes with a scrunched nose, Jungkook thought that has got to be the cutest habit he had ever seen. The next thing he knows, he came back the next day to volunteer and help you out with the drive.

It’s funny how it all started with a cup of coffee; now you live in one house and still, you never missed a day to make him a cup in the morning. For the years he had been with you, your happy disposition in life never changed. You were his constant and his confidant – with you, he can be himself. 

Working as a digital content specialist is such a tedious job. Still, you managed to pull everything through even when deadlines were tight. Unlike Jungkook who worked for bigger corporations that can afford to pay him more than he expected, you worked for a smaller digital company. Sadly, The companies you wanted to shift to wanted to hire people who came from bigger agencies but you don’t complain. Instead, you still worked with precision with an unmatched work ethic regardless of where you worked.

Changes never scare you and you believe in having a happy medium and that’s what Jungkook liked about you. However, the only thing he doesn’t like about you is that sometimes you let people walk all over you. You were the most understanding person he has ever met but some people take advantage of that. In your previous job, one of your co-workers asked for your help with their pitch structure. Being the angel that you are, you sent her your file in hopes of helping her. Unfortunately, it turned out that she had ripped you off.

“Why didn’t you tell your boss about it?” He worriedly asked when you vented out.

“Just let it go, they needed the promotion more than I did anyways. Besides, I don't think I'll grow in that company if I stay longer.”

He wasn’t sure if this was a flaw. Regardless, Jungkook still supported you in everything that you did, especially when you filed your resignation. 

You were an eager learner, but whenever you would ask him to teach you how to word things out better, he would happily oblige.

He enjoyed sitting beside you while he did all the proofreading on your captions as you watched. Over time, you learned to do it on your own. He thinks your biggest asset is having the longest patience on earth and he was proud of that – he was always proud of you for constantly learning and growing.

He thought he already knew everything about adulting until he dated you. Before he met you, he would burn half of his savings on random things he never needed in the first place. But ever since you lived together, he learned to save his money for necessities because of you.

As much as Jungkook hates cracking his joints every now and then, the copious hours of on-cam gameplay is his day job now. After all, he’s doing all of this for you and a life of comfort he knows you deserve. Thanks to streaming, gone are the days where you shared stories of how your days went over instant ramen. He can now afford to run to the grocery at any time of the day.

It was a surprise to have you on their stream. The idea just came when Taehyung visited your shared apartment. Sometimes when your busy schedule permits, you play Among Us with Jungkook and his friends and enjoy it. Whenever they need someone (which frankly was always) to play Overwatch with and you’d happily oblige to join in every time.

“I think you should join us on the next stream, Y/N. You make a pretty good Imposter,” Taehyung suggests.

“I’d love to but,” you nudge your head in your boyfriend’s direction, “I don’t know if he’s comfortable with me being on camera though.”

Taehyung lifts a brow at Jungkook, “She doesn’t have to be on cam. Her audio will do.”

Your boyfriend shrugs, seeing how that couldn’t be a problem, “I’m fine with it but only if you’re in”

“If someone yells at me, I’m leaving mid game,” You chided while playfully rolling your eyes at the two of them.

When the weekend rolled in, Jungkook volunteered to host the stream this time. Sitting beside your boyfriend, you made sure to sit away from the camera frame as you played Among Us with the rest of the boys. When the game had started, you stifled your laughter when you didn’t get to play as an imposter this time.

The character that you played walked into the electrical room just as Jungkook’s character killed Yoongi on the vent. You snickered as you quickly walked away and pretended that you saw nothing. Meanwhile, Jungkook sabotages O2 so no one would see you get out of the area. 

The chat alerts suddenly pinged non-stop making him jolt in surprise only to realize that the microphone caught your soft giggles.

From time to time, Jungkook would steal glances at you particularly on your milky thighs whenever your dangerously short dress rode up every time you adjusted your posture. His eyes moved up to the roundness of your tits. He tried to mask the hard-on he’s been ailing throughout the game by constantly clearing his throat or by crossing his legs.

His computer might’ve sensed his need to get off when the internet seemed to have fluctuated causing the stream to freeze, “Damn, we need to upgrade our internet provider.” 

He takes it as an opportunity to take off his headset, stand up, and snake his arms around you, “On the brighter side, I can fuck you on the couch”

“Mmm? Sounds like a plan,” your finger traced along with the outlines of his chiseled jaw then stopping to point at the mole beneath his lips. “I always found this cute,” he catches your finger with his teeth, teasingly circling his tongue against it.

Pulling the finger away from his mouth, you temptingly whispered, “How do you want me?”

He faked an innocent smile, imagination running wild with how vague your question sounded to him because if he were to be honest, he could go through a list of ways he’d like to have you so he starts by removing your dress’ straps until it pooled at your ankles. It must’ve been his lucky day that you aren’t wearing a bra today.

“Want you to kneel for me, sweetheart.”

You obeyed, resting your knees gently on the floor, as you watched him untie the strings of his black sweatpants. His already hard cock sprung out against his abdomen as soon as he pulled half of his bottoms down. Slowly, you wrapped your fingers around his member, pumping it a few times before you replaced your hands with your mouth.

A low grunt escaped his lips as he watched himself disappear and enjoyed how his cock felt with your mouth wrapped around it. His hips buckle at the sensation of your hot tongue making a long drag from his balls all the way to his shaft’s tip. You leisurely took your time blowing him as you gradually bobbed your head deeper and deeper until his cock reached the back of your throat. 

You sucked down on him greedily with an approving hum with the way his body responded. Seeing how much you’re enjoying it, you gagged when he pushed your head further to fill your mouth with his cock but he was too big to fit it all. Tears brimmed at the sides of your eyes but you didn’t want him to stop just yet.

“You like getting your face fucked this way, don't you?” You agreed with a moan against his cock, “My baby is so cock hungry, huh?”

“Touch yourself,” he commanded. 

Slowly, your middle finger ran through your slit, soaking your fingers with your slick before brushing it over your clit in circular motions. Your finger traced its way at your throbbing entrance, slowly inserting one finger at first then adding another one. Fucking yourself at the tempo you want while imagining it was Jungkook’s cock that was inside of you instead.

When your pleasure hits you, it drenched your fingers completely wet with your own arousal. You softly moaned against his cock while he continued to fuck your face relentlessly. When he started to feel his stomach twist in knots, he roughly pulled your head away from his cock and harshly pushed you to the couch. 

He flipped you over, crouching down to your cunt’s level only to move your very soaked lace underwear to the side as he watched your drenched pussy closely, “You’re dripping”

“That’s cute,” he mocked the way you commented on his mole earlier. He hooks his fingers on the center of the material then slips it to the side.

“You should wear this often,” he hungrily inched closer to your pussy, nose tracing along your wet slit before he replaced it with his tongue.

“Oh my god,” you shut your eyes and gripped on the couch’s headrest tightly, “Jungkook”

You squirmed against his mouth but he grabbed your hips to hold you in place as he pulled you further into his face. His low groans were muffled against your pussy as he devoured you, slipping in a finger at first before adding another one.

“Need you to be nice and stretched out for me, princess,” he left chaste kisses against your ass as he patiently waited for you to adjust and when you seemed to have finally done, he plunges the third finger in, “Wanna make sure you can take all of me.”

A moaning mess is a perfect adjective to describe how you looked under his curling fingers. He pumps his fingers at the perfect pace while his tongue abuses your ass’ hole. Still not satisfied, his other hand reached for your clit and rubbed it in circles. The thing about Jungkook is that he pays attention – he never leaves anything unattended and utilizes it at his expense.

“Fuck! Gonna cum again,” his eyes glowered with lust as you buck your hips further. 

“Gonna squirt for me?”

There were no intelligent words that came to mind, all you could let out were whimpers and sobs of pleasure as another orgasm took over your body. He lets out a dark chuckle when your arousal splatters all over him as he licks the corners of his mouth hungrily while wiping the bottom of his chin with the back of his veiny hand.

Your knees buckled forward to the couch as your legs shook violently. You thought he was done when he sat beside you only to gasp loudly when he suddenly carried your limp body on top of him. That’s when you started to contemplate that you should’ve known better than agreeing to fuck on the brand new couch. 

Gently lifting your overstimulated body, he aligned his member at your entrance and sank your body further to his still hard cock. You gasped for air when his girth had filled you, “You’re still too big for me”

“And you’re still tight as fuck,” he grunted lowly, sweat trickling down his creased forehead.

You dip your head at the crook of his neck as you rotate your hips to match his rhythm. With the constant fanning of your hot breath on his neck, he pounded in and out of you in deeper and harder thrusts making you shriek against his skin.

He pulled your body back and smirked at your nipple piercing, “I haven’t played with this yet”

Attaching his lips around the nipple, he sucked on it feverishly while making sure he leaves his marks all over your skin. He nipped on the piercing in between his teeth and lightly pulled at it, making you whine at the sensation.

“Baby,” you whimpered but your words fell on his deaf ears as his swollen cock thumped even deeper with deliberate, hard strokes. Eyes rolling back in pleasure, your walls clenched hard at how much his cock brushed on your sensitive spot multiple times. 

“Cum again for me”

“I can’t,” you choked your words out, “I don’t think I can–”

“Come on baby, you can do it,” his thumb pad over sensitive clit in circles, “I love fucking you like this. You look so beautiful from this angle.”

He left your clit for a moment to grip your ass with both hands. He pushed it down further at his length so he can fuck you even deeper than he already did. With an intent gaze all over your body, he licked his lips before parting them breathlessly.

“Do it again for me, please?”

“Jungkook, I can’t,” he slaps your ass, leaving a red mark across the skin. 

“I said,” he slammed his hips harder at each word for emphasis, “Do. It.”

You hissed loudly against his neck as he quickened the pace. The overwhelming pleasure he does to your body makes your toes curl. With your eyes shut tightly, you let the shocking orgasm wash over your shaking body that slumped over him.

“Good job, baby,” he kissed your shoulders endearingly but all you could respond was a tired hum.

Unfortunately, while the both of you were preoccupied with catching your breaths and Jungkook completely forgetting about what he was doing prior to fucking you, the stream had reconnected without him knowing. The both of you jolted when a loud kick and knock banged through the door.

“Get dressed and open the goddamn door!” Hoseok yelled from outside. 

An equally annoyed Jungkook yelled back with brows knitted as he protectively covered you with his body just in case Hoseok successfully opens the door with another kick, “How the fuck did you get in my house?”

“You moron, I used to be your roommate before Y/N– I mean your girlfriend moved in. Of course, I know where you hid the spare key!” he retorted. “And just so you know, you forgot to stop the fucking stream so I had to drive my freezing balls all the way here just to tell you that you did it all on live!”

You turned pale from shock at what you heard. You couldn’t believe that a nightmare had unfolded right before you, “I don’t know what kind of freaky shit you’re both into but this is not it.”

Out of sheer panic, Jungkook hurriedly wore his sweatpants and rushed to pull all the plugs out. You, the ever worrier, looked at your boyfriend with the same panic-stricken look across your face. A single tear rolled down to your cheek while you tried to recount everything. 

300k viewers watched the whole thing happen and though his camera was pointed low, that wasn’t enough to make the situation any better if everyone probably saw your face. Worst case scenario is if they kept a screen recording to themselves or much worse, upload it somewhere online.

Jungkook frustratedly ran his finger through his dark locks. Your silent cries tore him to a million pieces. He hated seeing you in such a pitiful state like this. Kneeling in front of you, he grabbed the shirt he was wearing earlier and helped you put it on. His hands ran up and down your arms in a failing attempt to calm you down.

“Baby? Hey, hey, please look at me,” you peeked at his apologetic face through your lashes, “I’m sorry. I’ll figure this out, I promise. Okay?”

“Just...Just let Hoseok in,” you croaked.

Kissing your knees before walking to the door, he heaved the heaviest sigh he could ever muster in his life. His trembling hands held on the doorknob with a shaky and erratic breathing pattern when he opened the door to a frowning Hoseok.

“What were the two of you thinking!?”

Jungkook stuttered his words out. He was more than sure that the internet was cut off. He was also sure he could be comfortable within the walls of his own home. He was more than certain that he did everything right yet still, he finds himself in a new hell.

“It–the–I... I thought it wouldn’t reboot when the internet got cut”

“Well it didn’t and I had to quit my game to get here”

“I know,” he regretfully admitted.

Pulling down at the hem of Jungkook’s oversized shirt in an attempt to cover yourself even more, you weakly called for Hoseok’s attention, “Hoseok? D-did they see my face?”

“I just…I don’t want them invading Jungkook’s privacy,” Hoseok’s lips parted. He was surprised that even after everything that had happened today, your already heavy heart still worried for your boyfriend.

“I don’t know, Y/N…I think they did,” Jungkook’s tongue poked the inside of his cheek, feeling so disappointed with himself. 

The second-hand embarrassment Hoseok endured was very evident but still, he felt sorry for the both of you, “Listen, man. I can’t say for sure what happens after this but if you need anything, I’ll try to help you out especially you, Y/N.” 

For the rest of the week and the weeks after that, scrolling past the comments under his name’s topic felt like diving into the 7th circle of hell.

The internet is a giant dumpsite of unfiltered opinions you wished never existed. Admittedly, knowing that you shouldn’t go through all those comments, you couldn’t stray yourself away from reading all of it.

Everyone’s posts were a mix of extending their sympathies for you while the others shamed you for hiding behind the cameras only to clout yourself in such a humiliating way.

[j.kim96]: Grow the fuck up and leave JJK and his girlfriend alone, you musty ass creeps! [yunh0e]: @JJK Tell your girlfriend blessed be thy ass [seulbi_8]: JJK's gf giving us a free pass to her onlyfans? A legend.

It was ironic how the both of you were still lucky. All that was seen on live were weirdly angled and cropped out thighs and heels. The only consolation you thought out of the situation is even if some of Jungkook's viewers had recorded the stream, it wouldn’t be porn site material to upload. However, you were taking it hard on yourself that it still happened

Before all the internet fame, it was just you and nine-to-five employee Jungkook who, even though he barely had any time due to work, gave you his undivided attention. Though he may have more time in his hands now, his mind is preoccupied with what content to put out.

That doesn't make him less perfect in your eyes, though. Not when he still gives you everything a girlfriend could ever ask for – and maybe even more. But with every good (which in his case is gaining a huge viewership through streaming), the bad that always comes with it is that both of your mishaps stay on the internet forever – like a stain that never goes away.

Being Jungkook's girlfriend is great, but when the overnight fame suddenly broke in, you weren't too sure of yourself anymore. Taking constructive criticism is what you do best, but the unnecessary comments about you (even though none of his viewers had seen you) make it hard for you to take it all in.

As much as you try to tell yourself not to let it go through your head, everything is difficult to wrap your head around it. You know for a fact that you know yourself better, but why does it feel like you also don't?

Maybe they were right all along – that there wasn't anything special about you except for your body or how good you sounded while you were getting fucked. Maybe Jungkook thought the same, that's why he isn't speaking up.

Sure, you understood how reserved he was as a person, but sometimes, you also feel like he’s ashamed of you. Not that you needed validation from a single post from social media, but sometimes, just sometimes, it would have been nice if he was so proud to show you off instead of hiding you like a secret.

It’s thoughts like these that somehow eat you up but you never had the heart to tell him, not wanting to sound like a needy brat. 

Or maybe his silence is another form of agreement? 

You don't know anymore.

Sharing the same bed with Jungkook wasn’t the same anymore, especially when your backs faced each other.

He wanted to kiss your shoulders and tell you things will be alright even if he wasn’t sure. Instead, he falls silent as he listens to your sobs against your pillow. 

“We shouldn’t have done that stream,” you croaked a heart-shattering whisper, “I…I should’ve just said no.”

Every word you mumbled under the sheets broke him in many ways, and all Jungkook could do is blame himself for everything.

At some point, he knew something like this was bound to happen so to counter all his worries, he made sure to be mindful at all times, which eventually turned to a ball of anxiety.

But the truth of the matter is, none of you wanted it to happen.

The eerie silence that spaced between you and Jungkook only grew bigger as the days went by.

Jungkook wasn’t particularly the confrontational type. He always chooses to stay silent and let things unfold in patience. After he had announced an indefinite hiatus from streaming, he only became even more aloof and apprehensive.

Until both of you just stopped talking to each other.

Completely.

You wish you knew what went inside his head instead of guessing it all on your own. Jungkook had nailed every love language that existed except for one – communication.

He can surprise you with a dozen roses and breakfast in bed, praise you until you’ve blushed the deepest shade of red, or watch your favorite feel-good movie while cuddling but he will never tell you what’s wrong.

Even in the middle of silence, you are still worried about Jungkook’s well-being. He has always been hard on himself; a perfectionist that delivers all the time. What worries you is he rarely bursts in fits of anger but when he does, all hell breaks loose. Although sometimes, he doesn’t. He just doesn’t do anything and leaves it as it is – like now. 

There were a few instances when he would distance himself for a while, so you give him his space for a while, then he just goes back to normal as if nothing had happened. Sadly, you don’t know where you stand in his life now that you haven’t been in speaking terms and this is the longest you’ve gone without talking.

Living under one roof is great but not when it seems like you’ve drifted apart further from each other.

You wanted to get out when the tension of sharing the same room as him choked you. Finding a new place to live meant going through all the hassle so instead, you chose to move to the guest room down the hallway.

Both of you had figured within yourselves that it would be best to just stay in the same house in case the problem fixed itself (which was impossible).

Aside from that, there was no verbal fights or agreement about what seemed to be your breakup. You simply treated each other like regular housemates for a year; only talking to each other to let the other one know if one of you would be coming home late.

It would be hard for you to move back to Busan. Moving all your things will be a hassle and most of the things you owned are shared with him so you digress the idea. You always had a hard time without Jungkook sleeping beside you.

Now, all you have are the happy memories you shared in the form of tears that soaked your memory foam.

If walls could only talk, both of you had sorted your problems by now.

“Hey, Jungkook?” His heart shatters at the call for his name. He used to go by ‘baby,’ ‘love,’ or whatever cute pet name you have for the day but now it’s just Jungkook.

“Yeah?” He craned his neck to the side.

“Uhm, here’s my share of the rent. I’ll just leave it at the console, okay?” you meekly told him.

“Keep it,” he says without even glancing at you. 

With furrowed brows, you waited for him to look at you but he didn’t, “What?”

“I said keep it. It’s cool,” he cracked his neck from side to side, “I’ve got it covered.” In his defense, this was the only way he can take care of you but it only made you feel like a problem for some reason.

As a compromise to his generosity, you always made it a point that the whole house was clean and that you made as little to no noise as possible. 

Whenever Jungkook falls asleep on the couch, you’d turn off the TV for him and pull his blanket higher just so he can sleep comfortably. Crouching down but at a safe distance, you take in his angelic features.

These were the few stolen moments you get to see his relaxed state. You wished you could do more but you didn’t want to come off as annoying and overbearing. Giving him the space he wanted was hard. It felt like breaking your bones willingly.

Jungkook missed having you beside him.

He missed peppering your face with a lot of soft kisses as you giggled in between pecks but out of the list of things he missed doing with you, he missed having you as his girlfriend and not as someone he just lived with.

He always looked forward to warm mornings with you but now that the both of you were only civil with each other, it had now turned to cold.

Whenever the rainy days rolled, his mind wandered off to the room beside his. You’ve always been afraid of the thunder and whenever the bad weather came by, he always made it a point to wrap his arms around your frame and put you back to sleep. However, that wasn’t the case anymore. He wonders if you wrap your arms around yourself for comfort.

On nights when Jungkook would stand by your door after he had grabbed himself a glass of water in the middle of the night, he frowns with slumped shoulders as he listens to the sound of your cries in the middle of a nightmare. He wished he could console you in his arms but he can only do so much now.

He finds that going out of the house as often as he could helped him to run away from the uneasy feeling at home.

The thought of going back to a 9 to 5 corporate job crossed his mind. However, credential-wise, his streaming wouldn’t suffice the long gap he left after his last office job. If anything, Jungkook thinks he had become rusty already.

On occasions when he would come home later than expected, he spent most of his days over at either Taehyung’s or Jimin’s place to hang out.

“Are you deranged?” Jimin sneered with a mouthful of food, “Why are you still living with your ex?”

“We haven’t officially broken up…yet,” Jungkook pressed his lips together into a thin line.

“So, roommates?” Resting his head on his palm, Taehyung watched Jungkook scratch his nose and then shrugged as he thought about the question.

“I guess? Call it what you want,” he sighed.

"The problem isn't going to fix itself, Jungkook. Have you talked about it with Y/N?" Jimin says with worry.

"Sure it will," Jungkook says with conviction, making both men blink at him. He just shrugged them even though part of him is wanting to believe the delusion he's been saying.

Taehyung scratched his head, "Crazy." He then looked at Jimin while pointing his pocky stick at Jungkook, "He's fucking crazy."

The middle ground you both found was ordering take-outs instead of sitting at one table together.

That way, you can enjoy eating your meals comfortably away from each other; it was usually you eating on the dining table while he ate in front of the TV just like today. It's also the rare times you casually talk, and if you were being honest, you'd settle for something like this.

“Breaking News: It has been confirmed that Sars-CoV-2, which causes the illness known as COVID-19, has entered South Korea.”

Your ears perked as soon as you heard the news. Listening intently, you took a glance over Jungkook whose brows knitted together as he took his time enjoying his food.

“WHO also declared the virus as a "pandemic" with over 4,500 recorded deaths recorded worldwide.”

“Holy shit,” you mumbled.

Two people came to your mind: First, your sister who worked as a nurse. You thought of how frontliners like here would have a hard time at the hospitals when the cases keep rising.

The second one was your history teacher who taught you that pandemics lasted up to 4 years more or less. You feared that it’ll take a while before they come up with a vaccine and for the world to go back to normal.

“Neighboring countries have closed their borders while the local government bans all kinds of social gatherings and urges everyone to remain on lockdown until further notice.”

When the news anchor emphasized the word lockdown, Jungkook whipped his head in shock. The words kept ringing in his head until they stopped making sense. His mouth hung low when the realization dawned on him – he’ll have to stay at home with you for an indefinite amount of time. At. Home.

Sneaking a glance at you through his peripheral vision, you watched the news intently with a very deep frown. He thinks you were thinking the same as him but he just turns his focus back on the TV instead. He tried to put all of his attention on the news but nothing registered to him even when the news anchor flashed the statistics on screen.

He thought about the worst-case scenarios that could happen during the lockdown:

It’s either you get on each other’s nerves

You have your long-awaited confrontation of the century (which was long overdue already)

Or worse, one of you moves out in the middle of the pandemic.

He figured that it would be best if he stayed in his room at all times to avoid all three possibilities that might happen.

“Looks like we’ll need to stock up on food and supplies now,” he fidgeted on his food after he had now lost his appetite.

“I’ll head out to buy a couple of things in a while, too. Do you need anything?” You ask with pursed lips.

“I can drive us there,” your brows shot up at his offer. After seeing your reaction and being too conscious if he sounded too happy, Jungkook cleared his throat, “I–uh I ran out of shampoo today.”

You nodded slowly, “Oh...alright.”

Jungkook made sure to turn on the radio as soon as he got inside the car to avoid the uncomfortable silence which worked.

This was the first time (after a year) that both of you were in the same car and went grocery shopping together. Running errands together used to be congenial but now it's different. There was an awkward feeling of nostalgia that came with that restricted the both of you.

Everyone was panic buying all the stocks on every shelf and the only way to go around it was to have a list of essentials he can just grab and shoot in the cart.

The cards aren't in Jungkook's favor because unfortunately, he was one of those panicking without a grocery list. Running point to point from aisles wasn’t a problem, it’s who gets the item first that worries him.

Annoyed with how he completely forgot about it, he scrunched his nose and furrowed his brows, “I forgot to make a list.”

Unable to hear his mumbles, you squinted your eyes and tilted your head to his direction, "I'm sorry? I didn't catch what you said."

"The list," Jungkook sighed as he hung is head. "I forgot to make one."

“It’s okay, I have one saved on my notes,” you tapped on the Notes app and scrolled through your saved notes until you finally found it. You always made one for him to memorize because he says carrying a list is uncool for some reason.

When you flashed the screen in front of him, his eyes scanned through the list of things the both of you usually bought whenever it was time to restock.

Squinting his eyes and inching a little bit closer, He tried to remember everything that was listed down but froze as soon as he read the note’s title that wrote in huge, bold letters: Things my lovely boyfriend should buy.

You were sure he saw the title but you pretended to know nothing of it, “Done remembering?”

He slowly nodded, “Yeah, I think I got it.”

Like a true introvert, he recited his things to buy in soft whispers while he pushed the cart around making you stifle your giggles as you trailed right behind him. Taking one final look at all the items he had put, he decided to grab an extra just in case so that none of you would have to take frequent agonizing trips to the grocery.

The lines were very long and people had already started to lose their temper as they yelled at those who sneakily cut the lines. You estimated it would take at least 30 minutes before you could get to the counter and having to stand beside each other for the entirety of it didn't make it any better. 

While waiting, he looked at the cart again and skimmed through the products.

‘Okay, so shampoo, body wash, cleaning supplies, food good for a month…what else am I missing?’ He pondered thoroughly, mentally reciting the list again, until his brows shot up when he finally realized what he had missed. Just when you were finally the next in line to the counter, Jungkook excused himself and sprinted to god knows which aisle he went to.

You, the ever worrier, internally panicked when the staff had started to bag the items of the person before you. Wiping your clammy hands at the back of your pants, you frantically looked around the store looking for him but to no avail.

When you were about to put all your items for checkout, right on cue, he jogged his way back carrying boxes in between his forearms.

“Where were you?” You asked, trying to hide the annoyance in your voice.

“You forgot to get tampons,” he placed eight boxes of tampons on the belt and waited for the cashier to punch them in.

You were so stunned at the gesture that you forgot to pull your card out to pay for the items. On the other hand, Jungkook was just as awkward as you were about it that he quickly gave his card and watched the cashier swipe it on the register, not even daring to look at you.

'Don't overthink it too much. He just knows how forgetful you can get,' you try to remind yourself, though there was a small ember of hope you wish you put out.

In summary, the pandemic has been a mix of boring and a massive decline in everyone’s mental, social, and physical health.

Most, if not all, businesses have decided to close down for good due to the lack of customers. Meanwhile, offices – yours included– have found ways of adjusting to the new normal by working from the comfort of your own homes. 

The long lockdown and lack of social interaction burnt out the two of you far worse than expected. In hopes of getting by, the both of you had started to venture on new hobbies respectively.

You and Jungkook have stayed in your respective rooms most of the time. You were busy working as a social media manager for brands. Everyone thinks working on social media is easy but tediously making sure that you don’t miss a single thing on your reports is just as stressful as everyone else’s work.

You could probably call it easy if you only handled one brand but you were handling four and your anxiety only rises when all the boosted posts from each brand hiccup all at once.

Meanwhile, Jungkook did playtests for gaming companies he used to collaborate with on his streams. He spends countless hours playing and taking down notes of the loopholes he had found in the game.

Sometimes, he adds his own take on how the developers can improve it further before sending his reviews in. It reminded him of how it was so similar to being a creative director but he only chuckles at the memory.

You tried to learn how to bake cookies and left some for Jungkook to snack on, while he bought a new guitar online and started learning how to play it. The days were stagnant and very mundane. Surprisingly enough, the both of you managed to fare it well.

As a stress reliever, you played online games and even joined a gaming server on Discord until you found a small community where they exchanged invites and played with each other. You figured this is how socializing has come to now – interacting with strangers and referring to them by their pseudo names.

On the other hand, it never crossed Jungkook’s mind to return to streaming no matter how bored he was. He still played games but under a different username now and enjoyed the anonymity that came with it. He scrolled through the #game-on channel in hopes he’d find players who started a server and were looking for people to join in but he couldn’t find any.

abcdefghi__: Anyone here playing? Can I join? 😩

1kwords: I’ll send you mine

abcdefghi__: Got it! Thanks!

abcdefghi__: Wanna get on call so we can strategize, bro?

1kwords: Sorry I can’t. Living with a housemate 😅

abcdefghi__: That’s fine I guess

"This alphabet guy's pretty good," you whispered as you watched him exchange fires with your opponent.

Your mouth pulled at the corners to a smirk when you’ve successfully hit the cleanest headshot you’ve ever made through the railings. When the game finally ended and the screen flashed a congratulatory card on your victory, you silently put your fist up in the air and rejoiced at your win.

Jungkook confidently puts his feet up as he pats himself on the shoulder for still having the sharpest shooting techniques in the game. Proud would be an understatement to describe how he felt given that he wasn’t as active in playing games like this ever since he had stopped his streaming.

1kwords: OMG WE WON!!!

abcdefghi__: Easy 😎

1kwords: Why do you always play so aggressively? 

abcdefghi__: Needed to let off some steam

1kwords: Sounds bad

abcdefghi__: Kinda. I'm stuck at home that’s why

1kwords: Aren’t we all? lol

1kwords: You can tell me anything but only if you’re comfortable

abcdefghi__: Wait, for real!?

1kwords: Try me 😉

abcdefghi__ is typing…

You waited for the user to finish his typing but it was taking a while for him to reply.

You thought that maybe things weren’t going well in his life lately and you were more than willing to virtually lend a shoulder when you understand exactly how the whole pandemic has been rough to everyone.

abcdefghi__: [this user is taking a deep breath]

1kwords: [and this user is patiently waiting whenever you’re ready]

abcdefghi__: I know how everyone’s currently in a weird position during these crazy times but so am I. Like, hella weird. 

1kwords: Alright, go on. I’m listening.

abcdefghi__: I don’t know…I just…I made great memories with someone but I didn’t expect them to turn into one

abcdefghi__: I’d be lying if I didn’t say I miss her but...

abcdefghi__: I really miss my baby :(

Jungkook chewed on his bottom lip as he typed every single reply. He was never really one to come face to face with his inner demons but the opportunity comes in the form of venting out to a complete stranger in Discord. 

"Oh fuck, there. I said it," he scratched his head.

1kwords: Damn, same. I know how hard that is.

1kwords: Have you tried talking to her about it?

abcdefghi__: …Not really. I can’t confront for shit.

1kwords: Oh

1kwords: That’s pretty tough. You’re like my (idk if he still is) boyfriend

abcdefghi__: I don’t really know the right words to tell her and I also feel like it was my fault.

abcdefghi__: How are you guys doing by the way?

1kwords: We’re civil with each other, but I don’t have a choice because I still live with him

1kwords: I come home really excited to see him, but now, we just order take outs and eat separately lol

abcdefghi__: NO SHIT? SAME DUDE

abcdefghi__: Must be pretty hard for you

1kwords: It still is. Kinda miss hearing him laugh too :( 

You were surprised yet comforted to know that someone finally understood exactly how you felt about your relationship with Jungkook.

The probability of finding someone who went through the same things as you did is slim but you guessed you were lucky that you and this stranger had talked and consoled each other. 

abcdefghi__: What’s he like?

1kwords: Honestly? He’s the best relationship I’ve ever had. Not once did he make me feel so unloved. It’s just that, I mean, he’s pretty vocal with telling me how much he loves me, but he’s not good with words if that makes sense?

abcdefghi__: ...Is he expecting the problem to fix itself?

1kwords: Kinda like that but we’ve never really fought about anything big tbh

abcdefghi__: lol I don't believe you. Never?

1kwords: Yeah

1kwords: Oh no wait

1kwords: Except that one time our stream had gone wrong in front of a lot of viewers. He just stopped talking to me.

1kwords:  I don’t even know if I can consider that as a fight but that’s how we kinda ended.

1kwords is typing…

Jungkook sat frozen in his seat with hands clamming around his mouse. The similarities he shared with this user were so uncanny for him to think about it deeply.

Assuming that maybe it was you, he stood up and leaned his ear against the wall to check if you were still awake but all that he heard was silence. ‘Idiot, she’s already asleep’ he mentally argued with himself with a frown.

When the chat pinged, he hurriedly rushed back to his computer. His doe eyes widened even more after reading 1kwords’ messages.

1kwords: Anyways, thanks for listening to me!

1kwords: Your username’s funny too. You’re missing the 'JK'.

1kwords: I’m also missing my JK

“Well that was a relief,” you exhaled while arching your back to relieve the tension of sitting for long hours today. 

This was the first time you had aired out your feelings about how things with Jungkook were. You didn’t have a lot of friends and the only person you were comfortable with sharing things with was your currently very busy sister.

You wished the lockdown would be lifted sooner, you couldn’t wait to gush everything that had happened to her.

On the other side of the wall, Jungkook held on his forehead with both hands for being stupid at how his silence hurt you even more. He tried to put things into perspective, carefully re-thinking his actions until he finally figured it out that is working on his communication skills better. But first, he needed to apologize.

He stood outside your room, debating whether or not he should knock on the door. Since he’s already there, he thought that he might as well just do it. Taking a long, deep breath he knocked on your door thrice and waited for you to open up.

His heartbeat pounded erratically against his chest but it halts abruptly as soon as you were standing right in front of him, “Do you need anything?” But he remained frozen and at a loss for words, “Jungkook?”

“You’re 1kwords,” your lips part in shock.

Jungkook is user abcdefghi__!

“You don’t have to say anything but just hear me out, okay?” You nodded slowly, "I don't fucking know what to tell you. Fuck, please give me a moment. I'm trying, alright? I'm really trying to remember what say. I'm trying. I'm–"

"Jungkook," you held on both of his shoulders, trying to calm him down. "It's okay, take deep breaths. I'll listen whenever you're ready."

He follows your command as you inhaled big and exhaled deeply. Mentally counting down to three while taking deep breathes a few more times, he finally returned to his senses.

“I just…I just wanted to say how sorry I am for trying to keep everything in. I should’ve known better than staying silent when I’m not the only person in this relationship,” He looks at you with big, apologetic eyes. The bags under his eyes screamed that he hadn't had proper sleep in so long.

“I know I never told you this, but I tend to overthink a lot and you were my safe space,” he admitted with a sigh. “You’ve always been a happy person, and I didn’t want to ruin that just because I was thinking of the worst things that could happen.”

“But I’m not happy if you’re not happy, Jungkook,” you croaked almost in a whisper. “I’d be happier if you slept soundly with peace of mind.”

“I’m sorry for putting you through so much humiliation and sadness, Y/N. It wasn’t my intention to humiliate you in front of thousands of people in any way. I know how stupid it was for me not to double-check. You have every right to get mad at me,” his weight shifted from side to side.

“You were the only one who supported me after I got fired from the agency, and when my parents thought that streaming was just a waste of time,” he frowned as he watched your lower lip pucker in a pout. "You believed that I can do it and I wouldn’t have done it without you."

“What happened was neither of our faults, Jungkook. That was an honest mistake,” he tilted his head back and shut his eyes tightly.

“Yeah, but I still beat myself up every single day about it. I don’t want sexist creeps commenting about my girl," he admits with closed eyes. "I guess I just felt so useless that I can only do so much in wanting to keep you safe.”

You frowned, still looking at the floor, “Jungkook…”

“We had it so good but I...I was stupid for ruining it,” his shoulders slumped as he looked at you with pitiful eyes. “You don’t have to take me back or accept my apology right away. I just wanted you to know how truly sorry I am for everything.”

When you finally looked at him, he inched closer to wipe away the tears that were streaming down your cheeks. Sniffling under his touch, your body seemed to have a mind of its own when you wrapped your arms around his torso as you sobbed against his hoodie.

Wrapping his arms around you tightly, he hushed you while kissing the top of your head, “You idiot, you had a year to speak up and you only did it now?”

Jungkook sighed, “I know, I’m sorry.”

“But I still love you,” you looked up to him with glassy eyes.

He tried to hide his smile from forming, “You do?” 

You nodded, “Always have and always will.”

“I love you, too,” He tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. “It’s disappointing how I couldn’t get you flowers at 3 AM”

You laughed and playfully hit his arm, “I don’t need flowers, just having you back is already enough.”

“Besides, there’s nothing we can do with what already happened. We’ll just have to move on with our lives,” the both of you looked deeply into each other's eyes – yours were puffy while his eyes were glimmering with held-back tears except this time, they were out of happiness.

He cupped your face with both hands and kissed you deeply for the first time again. It feels like a huge weight has been lifted off your shoulders because finally, the both of you took the first step in making your relationship better – communicating like level-headed adults.

“If I knew how liberating opening up is, I would’ve done it sooner,” he chuckled, “Thank you for giving me peace of mind even if I’m such a piece of shit. I promise to be more honest with you this time.”

Your stomach grumbling made the both of you laugh hysterically. You pulled away and avoided eye contact but he pulled you back in with a grin on his face, “Let’s go get you something to eat other than cookies”

You lifted a brow, “What’s wrong with my cookies?” 

Jungkook’s eyes widened as he shook his head, “I– uh nothing? …just a bit salty”

“Fine, I’ll work on the recipe again,” you playfully rolled your eyes.

You giggled at his effort for trying to be honest. It must’ve been a struggle for him to avoid hurting your feelings though you appreciated it nonetheless. His brows lifted ever so slightly. It had been so long since he last heard it. The way it sounded was refreshing, comforting even. It fluttered inside his chest. As he clasps your hands together, he holds them gently yet firmly. 

He can’t say how the following days will turn out for the both of you. It would probably consist of talking things through to have it out of the way so you can understand each other better. As you exchange soft, adoring gazes at one another, the only thing that matters is right now – Jungkook knows he’s finally home.

In The Night | jjk

pairing: stalker!jungkook + fem/afab!reader

word count: 2.3k

genre: smut, yandere, thriller

warnings: stalking, male masturbation, female masturbation, obsessive thoughts, yandere behavior, mention of filming without consent, vibrator use, body worship, breaking and entering, use of “princess”, it’s hot

— synopsis: When you find out that the shy tech guy has been watching you at night, you take matters into your own hands.

Eleven P.M. on the dot. It’s almost time. Excitement bubbles in your stomach, nerves flowing from your toes to your fingertips. Immediately, you open your window just enough to leave a crack. Then, you sift through your dresser for something just right. Walking around in a bra and panties would be too obvious—you have to keep up the clueless act as best you can, but still be a tease.

So, you fish out an old shirt you had accidentally made into a too-short-to-wear-to-the-grocery-store crop tee, the graphic on the front more than halfway cut off. It’s perfect to show off the expanse of your stomach, which is key for what’s to come. Perhaps you can go with only that and panties—no doubt it would be game-changing, but you still grab for your heart pattern sleep shorts that do wonders for the shape of your ass. It’s perfect, and just in time.

Eleven-Ten P.M. He’s here. Adrenaline pumps through you at a speed incomprehensible, putting your heart to the test as you can practically hear it pounding. Remember, play it cool. You’re not supposed to know that he’s watching.

Yes, the hot, nerdy tech guy that seems to lose all collectiveness around you watches you through your window every single night. And honestly, you love it.

Of course, you’ve had the inner monologue about how it’s supposed to creep you the fuck out and that you probably should have called the cops by now. But that just wouldn’t be any fun, now would it?

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