Everytime I Scroll Through And This Fic Appear, My Brain Just Goes: Reread. Do It. What's Stopping You

Everytime I scroll through and this fic appear, my brain just goes: reread. Do it. What's stopping you from rereading. And every single time I get butterflies in my stomach and I get a good laugh from OC 🙈

— the one where jimin is not supposed to freak out but he freaks out anyway.

↳ alternatively jimin does not enjoy getting calls that let him know you’re in hospital, even if they give you chocolate pudding.

↳ genre established relationship / implied idol!au ig? / fluff & comfort / a lil angst and a lil humour / wc - approx. 700+

↳ warnings gn!reader / reader gets in a car accident (not described much) / jimin is very worried and frustrated / oc is a bit of an idiot PLSJSJS / injury — fractured arm

“hey, baby.” your voice fills jimin’s ears through his phone, and his lips immediately twist upwards into a soft smile.

“hi, sweetheart,” he replies cheerfully, ignoring the grimace taehyung sends in his direction. the two of them have been holed up in jimin’s studio for half the afternoon, and your phone call is a welcomed break from all the work he’s been doing. “what’s up?”

“listen — i need you to not freak out, okay?” you say guiltily.

the smile fades from jimin’s face, and his tone drops into suspicion. “why would i have to freak out?”

“you don’t have to freak out!” you suggest. “in fact, i’m telling you not to freak out. please don’t freak out.”

“you’re freaking me out!” he says, panicking. “what’s wrong?”

you hesitate. “i — i may have gotten into a… very small accident.”

“what?”

“but it’s like a teensy tiny one! miniature! microscopic, in fact!” you interject hurriedly, as he stands up, already searching for his keys. “jimin, there’s no need to freak out!”

he ignores this, and ignores taehyung’s concerned looks. “where are you? are you hurt? what kind of accident?”

“nooo, are you freaking out? you’re freaking out.” you sigh dispassionately. “i told you not to freak out!”

“oh my fucki — where are you, ___?” he repeats frustratedly. “please.”

“well.” you give him a sheepish laugh. “i’m kind of at the hospital right now. i have my own room and everything! they gave me chocolate pudding!”

he tugs a hand through his hair frustratedly. “chocolate puddi — god. i’ll be there in twenty minutes, okay? don’t — fuck. yeah. i’ll be there soon, baby, i love you.”

“love you too!” you say brightly, a stark contrast to the panic in his tone as he hurries towards the exit. “i’ll be here! in my hospital bed… just chilling….”

—

it takes jimin fifteen minutes to burst into your hospital room with a worried frown on his face. “hey,” he says breathlessly, striding over to you and cupping your face in his warm hands. “hey, what happened?” his hands run over your face lightly, his brown eyes distraught as he catches sight of the cast on your arm. “oh, baby.”

“you are freaking out,” you inform him knowledgeably.

he shakes his head at you, throwing his head back in exasperation. “you are so — of course i’m freaking out, you’re in the fucking hospital! what happened?”

“i was driving back from my lunch break — i went to that pastry place, you know? — and this guy ran a red light and hit me with his car. it was an accident! it’s not a big deal!”

“you’re hurt.” his voice is tight, and you see the tears in his eyes and suddenly realise just how worried he is. “it’s a big deal to me.”

“it’s not even broken,” you say softly, reaching up with your good arm to cover his hand that rests on your cheek. “it’s just a fracture. i’ll be fine soon, okay?”

he blinks furiously, and then sighs, dropping his head onto your shoulder. “okay,” he breathes, letting his panic seep away slowly. “okay. i just — if something happened to you — ”

“but it didn’t,” you interrupt gently. you don’t want his mind to go there. “nothing happened. i’m right here.”

he hums into your neck softly, muttering a quiet, “thank god.”

“and look!” you change tone, ready to lighten the mood. “the nurse wanted to sign the cast but i said you had to be the first. it’s all yours.” you offer him your cast and a pen, and he smiles fondly, scribbling his name and heart.

“she thought i was crazy, saying that park jimin had to be the one to sign my cast first,” you recall, giggling. “she wanted to check my head too.”

jimin’s eyes crinkle as he laughs. “that’s why she was looking at me like that when i came in!”

you examine his signature critically. “hey, do you think i could sell this after?”

“yah!” he cries, but he’s laughing as he scolds, both of you leaning into each other — park jimin never half-asses a laugh, he laughs with his whole body. eyes sparkling, teeth flashing, body leaning into yours like he wants to share this moment with you and nobody else. even in the oddest of places, park jimin brings you warmth and love like no other.

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Rule #5 | JJK (1/2)

Summary: You strike up a fwb deal with your childhood friend Jungkook after kissing him one night after a dare. But you have rules…5 of them to be exact and it seems Jungkook doesn’t want to follow any of them.

Pairing: Jungkook x Female reader

Genre: fwb au, friends to lovers, fluff, maybe a little angst, SMUT

Word Count: 20k (part 1) (twc:42k)

Warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, mentions of sex, mentions of oral (fem rec.), vaginal fingering, protected sex, toxic parent, oral (male rec.), lots of teasing, power plays, finger sucking, grinding, mention of boner, uh spoiler to the movie the notebook lol

Notes: after almost a year here is part one! Lmao. I will post the second part in just a few days! Hope you enjoy, I love hearing from you guys<3 also the banner is by my lovely friend @bangtansmauyeondan :)

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Part Two

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Since you were a kid, you were incredibly well trained in keeping the ins and outs of your live very private. You had to—your mother being a rather important political figure and all. You were taught on things you had to say, things to never bat an eye about and all the things in between. You have had the mindset of keeping your private life…well, private since you can remember so it’s barely a surprise when you bring those same elements and rules into your actual personal life.

But well, you’re an adult now. And your mother is retired so not too many eyes are laser focused on you specifically anymore. But still, the mindset isn’t so easily changed. Even when it shouldn’t matter.

“You’re…” You gasp a little when you feel Jungkook’s fingers slide up between your inner thighs, “Mm, Jungkook…you’re going to get us caught.” You whine, wondering how you ended up on the bathroom counter. In Taehyung’s house, nonetheless. Surprised that you’re even letting him do this but…it’s not like you don’t have the situation under control.

“Caught?” Jungkook raises a single brow, his hands disappearing under your skirt, “You say that like we’re 16 and I’m some boy you snuck into your bedroom at your parent’s house.” The thought makes Jungkook laugh since at one point he was a 16 year old boy you used to sneak into your parent’s house. It wasn’t for sex though. No, that’s new.

“Feels that way sometimes,” Your breathless laugh makes Jungkook roll his eyes, watching as your head bumps into the mirror. “What…what do you plan on doing anyway?”

“Hmm…” Jungkook’s fingers find the band of your underwear, “Eat you out.” He tells you simply, a crooked smile on his face while he silently urges you to lift your hips so he can slide your panties off. 

“This is the fourth time this week…” You relax into the mirror behind you, your half lidded eyes falling to Jungkook who lowers himself between your legs. “You’re breaking another rule.”

Jungkook looks up at you, as always, a fire in his eyes. And he smirks, “Aren’t I always?”

“Jungkook,” You try to lift yourself up more, hands going to his dark hair, “I told them I was just going to fix my make up really quickly…I swear you’re going to make things so obvious.”

Jungkook stands again, his fingers go to your ankles when he slides your underwear off completely and he bunches them up before shoving them in his front pocket.

“Really?” You laugh a little, “You know Taehyung’s goal tonight so I’m not sure some girl is going to be ecstatic finding those later.” 

Jungkook slots himself between your legs, his hands gripping your hips as he drags you closer to the edge of the counter. “What girl?”

You can’t help but roll your eyes, “Anyway—”

“Also,” Jungkook bites the inside of his cheek, playful glint in his eyes. “Who cares if it’s obvious?” 

“I care.” You drop your head to his chest, “You know I hate when people know my business.”

“People.” Jungkook gives you a pointed look, “They’re not just people, y/n. They’re our friends and it’s not—”

“It’s not like we got married behind their backs,” You inhale his scent before raising your head, “We’re fucking and actually…honestly that might be worse. You know how they are.”

“Yeah, I do.” He hums. “They’ll make fun of us for the night and then they’ll move on to other things since everyone has a life outside of ours.”

Jungkook is probably right, in fact, he’s almost certainly right. But no matter how silly they are, your rules are rules for a reason. He reminds you basically daily how unnecessary your rules are yet he goes along with them—though he constantly breaks them.

“It’s so things don’t get complicated,” You tell him but he scoffs at you, he gives you that same look as always.

“You realize rules are probably the thing that complicates things, right? We’re adults, y/n. There’s no need—”

“Humor me then, Jungkook.” 

“Anyway, we should get back out there. You know Taehyung…he’s probably already setting Jimin up on hook up apps as we speak,” You start softly pushing Jungkook back. Jungkook doesn’t hesitate to follow your lead. He knows when you aren’t going to do something then you aren’t going to do it. He blames it on you being a ‘control freak’.

“Yeah, we should probably save him.” Jungkook chuckles, finally backing away from you, his fingers wrapping around your waist as he helps you down from the counter. “He’s probably giving Jimin the ‘Being single is the key to happiness’ speech.”

“Yeah, well, Jimin’s lucky he isn’t getting the PowerPoint presentation like I did 4 months ago.” 

“Was it really 26 slides?” Jungkook’s thumb goes to the corner of your mouth and wipes the skin softly. “Smeared lipstick.” He tells you with a grin.

“And whose fault is that?” 

“Mine.” He says proudly. “Come on, let’s go.” 

You and Jungkook exit the bathroom and walk down the barely lit up hallway. The closer you get to the living room, the louder the music becomes. You see how empty it is but the voices of your friends get louder the closer you both approach the kitchen.

“Can’t we just stay here?” You can hear the obvious whine that Jimin slurs out, “I’m too sad to go anywhere.”

“Jimin.” You hear Taehyung yell out dramatically before you’re entering the kitchen and seeing your friends gathered around the kitchen island. “You can’t get over that girl if you stay here. The club has new girls!”

“But he doesn’t want a new girl.” Hoseok brings his beer to his lips, “He wants Sung back.”

“Oh come on,” You walk between Namjoon and Taehyung, “Jimin has been single for like 8 hours, let him grieve for a moment.” 

“Imagine being at work for 8 hours…the place stealing your soul…you really don’t think that’s a long time?” Taehyung throws an arm around your shoulder, cozying up to you. 

“When he puts it like that…” Namjoon tips his beer towards you all, “Taehyung has a method for these things.” 

“Did you just imply Sung was stealing my soul?” Jimin shakes his head before adding, “I wish I was like y/n…she got over Jihoon so fast.” He walks to the fridge to grab another beer. “Who wants another?”

“She’s been single for like 4 months now, right?” Taehyung squeezes you tighter, “And I’ve never seen her happier. What did I say guys?” He looks around the kitchen and everyone starts groaning, “Repeat after me! Single is the…what is it guys?”

“The key to happiness.” Jimin rolls his eyes, “Anyway, Taehyung did you order our ride yet?”

“Yeah, it’ll be here in like 9 minutes so you got to chug that.” He wiggles his brows at Jimin before his face drops when he realizes something. “Oh yeah. The ride can only hold 6…” He starts nibbling his lips, glancing around anxiously. “We’re 7…we’re going to need two cars. Can someone order anoth—”

“I got it.” Jungkook sings out, pulling out his phone. “y/n, want to ride with me?” 

“Sure.” You hum nonchalantly, “I guess Jin is meeting us there?” 

“He’s coming from Yumi’s parent’s house so he will probably meet us a little late.” Yoongi lets you guys know, “He was meeting some of her cousins, you know how she is…wants to make sure every person in her family approves of him before they finally set a date.” 

You giggle at this, “Please list even one person who doesn’t approve of the lovely Seokjin.” 

“That’s why he’s up to the challenge.” Yoongi snorts, “He’s something else.” 

“Apparently you’re the only person he couldn’t charm.” Jungkook looks up from his phone to wink at you, “Wonder who could though.”

“Oh god, I don’t want to remember the dark days of Jin trying to woo y/n.” Taehyung starts cracking up, “It was so sad to watch…he tried so hard but she…” He finally unwraps himself from you and pats your head. “She’s only into assholes.” 

“Ah, she’ll grow up one day.” Jungkook clicks his phone off, “Won’t you?” 

“Shut up.” You grumble, “You guys know nothing.”

“I don’t know, y/n…Taehyung and Jungkook have known you forever they might know you just a little bit.” Namjoon chuckles, “Although, I really thought Jihoon was kind of okay?”

“He broke up with her on Valentine’s Day!” Taehyung reminds everyone, “And then got a new girlfriend like two weeks later.”

“Thanks for the reminder.” You roll your eyes.

“What are best friends for?” He hooks his arm through yours, “But don’t worry, single you is thriving. We all shall continue to thrive tonight! Jimin is officially thriving from this point on as well. I want to see everyone making out with someone on the dance floor of the club tonight at the minimum.”

“I’m literally married.” Namjoon shakes his head.

“Fine, then tell your wonderful wife to meet you on the dance floor for a hot make out.”

“She’s seven months pregnant.” He deadpans but before Taehyung can open his mouth to retort Namjoon speaks again, “And before you say something undoubtedly stupid, just drink instead.”

“Fair.” Taehyung nods, raising his beer towards Namjoon. “Anyway, I want everyone hooking up but our main focus is Jimin. He needs this more than anyone, I’m afraid.”

“What I need is to cry in bed for a few hours.” Jimin slumps his shoulders as he leans back against the counter.

“Nonsense.” Taehyung’s lips curve into a sly smile, “Only thing you’re going to be doing in bed is—”

“Anyway,” You cut off your friend before he can start thrusting his hips into the air as demonstration. “Ara is already on the way to the club, she’s with some other friends of ours, and yes, before you ask, Taehyung…they are hot and single.”

“Oh!” Hoseok sets his empty beer bottle down on the counter, “I can’t remember her name but remember the girl that was with you guys last time? The one with short hair? Pretty one? Is she, you know, coming?”

“You’re talking about Lily!” You smile, “That’s perfect!”

“How’s that perfect?” Jungkook asks.

“Because she asked about Hoseok last time too. Seems there’s mutual interest.” 

“He says he doesn’t remember her name but…” Yoongi starts chuckling, “Then how does that explain the search you did on social media?”

“I think calling Hoseok out is Yoongi’s favorite past time.” Namjoon finishes his beer, setting it down as well. “What’s the status on the ride, Taehyung?”

“Uh,” He unlinks his arm from you before pulling his phone from his pocket. “Oh. It’s almost here!” 

“Me and y/n still have like six minutes.” Jungkook looks at his phone too, “We can just wait outside, I guess.”

“Okay, let’s head out. Jimin, are you ready?” Taehyung walks over to Jimin and links arms with him instead.

“No.” Jimin rests his head against Taehyung’s shoulder. “But I don’t have a choice, do I?”

“I’m doing this for you, buddy.”

~

“Your rules are stupid.”

“You’re stupid.”

“Oh, good one y/n.”

You and Jungkook are in the back of the cab, his hand somehow ended up on your inner thigh, stroking your soft skin that your mini skirt exposes. Your eyes slowly close at the contact, but you’re quick to shoot them open when you feel his fingers ride up higher and higher.

“Jungkook.” You say his name is warning. 

Jungkook’s hand immediately slows it movements before he’s bringing his hand back to his own lap. 

“You know I love this skirt though…” Jungkook leans in, his hot breath tickling the shell of your ear. “And then I’m not even allowed to touch you in it?” He’s teasing you like always. 

“Or look at me for too long. I don’t want anyone to become suspicious of us. Jin already made comments before. You swear you didn’t tell him, right?”

“y/n…” Jungkook groans, “If I said I didn’t tell anyone—”

“I know, I know.” You glance over at him, noticing how his messy hair falls into his eyes. “Then you didn’t tell anyone.”

“Which is stupid. It’s a stupid rule.” He reminds you for the hundredth time. “Your rules are stupid.”

“So you’ve told me.” You roll your eyes, “But I know you’ll try to follow them, right?”

“Mhm baby.” Jungkook’s glazed eyes scan your body again, “I can try.”

“That’s rule number 3 Jungkook. No pet names. Like, what’s the point?” You lay your head back, “No need for us friends to say things like that.”

Jungkook gazes at you for a moment before he shrugs, “I don’t know, it’s cute.”

You crack a small smile, “Anyway, but honestly it’s not that hard. There’s only 5 rules.”

“And you know I hate all these rules.” He groans again, his hands running through his hair, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he recalls your 5 rules.

1. No one can know.

2. No PDA.

3. No pet names.

4. Not often—only 3 days of the week.

5. No feelings.

“Rule number 4 is my least favorite one.” Jungkook cracks open an eye to look over at you. “Why the hell can I only fuck you 3 times a week?”

“I don’t want us to lose track of our friendship first and foremost, Kook. We need more days where we’re just friends…so we don’t get too used to…” you gesture between your bodies, “You know…”

“Once again, your rules are stupid.”

You turn your head to look at Jungkook. It’s dark but you can see his face thanks to passing street lights and he’s looking right back at you. You sometimes have to reflect on this…situation. You know, the situation where you and one of your oldest friends from your childhood, have somehow created this secret friends with benefits relationship in your adulthood. 

Well, you know how it started. Thanks to your other oldest friend…Taehyung. Four months ago you got dumped and Taehyung gathered you and your friends for a fun night to cheer you up but you know Taehyung is always up to no good…especially when he dared you to make out with Jungkook. But drunk and up for the challenge…you did. And that’s how this all started.

A simple fucking dare. But later that night you two found yourselves hiding in Taehyung’s bathroom with your tongues shoved down one another throats. Greedy hands exploring each other’s bodies, fingers unbuttoning jeans, hair being pulled, moans escaping parted lips. It was the beginning of a new side to your friendship. A friendship you cherish. And you never thought in a million years that it would turn out like this. 

“Yet you agree to them.”

“Because I…” Jungkook’s fingers find their way back to your inner thigh and then he speaks slowly, “Because I really like fucking you.”

You both glance towards the driver but he’s in his own world, playing his music and checking his GPS.

Coast is clear and you both lock eyes again and your heart feels a little jittery in your chest. Oh god, why do his words make your entire body react? You let his fingers ride up this time, your self control wavering as you do little to stop him. He’s testing the limits, of course, he always is. You can’t help the way your eye lids slowly shut, your breathing picking up, your chest moving much more quickly before he pulls his hand away completely. You open your eyes again to see that he’s got that inviting and bewitching grin.

“So…what’s the plan tonight?” Jungkook leans back in his seat, adjusting the seatbelt to rest against his chest more comfortably.

“What do you mean?” You ask, you open your eyes wider as you give him your attention. 

“Oh come on.” He rolls his eyes, “Taehyung is on a mission to get everyone laid tonight.” 

“Oh yeah, that.” You chuckle, “I guess we get laid?” This causes Jungkook to raise a single brow at you. “What?” You groan, knowing where this is going.

“We don’t have to…we can say we couldn’t find anyone interesting enough? And then you can come over after the club?” 

“Kook, we already agreed fucking other people is probably better than being like…exclusive or whatever.” 

“Why do I need to fuck anyone else?” Jungkook asks, like he does every time this is brought up. “That’s the great thing about what we got going on, isn’t it? I have you.”

“Jungkook. That feels too…you know.”

“Ha…” Jungkook feels himself become irritated, turning his body towards the window now. “Like you can find someone who fucks you better than me.” He mumbles quietly. But you hear him. 

“Please tell me when I ever told you that?” You laugh, “Plenty of men in my life have fucked me just fine.” You say in more of a whisper.

“You literally have said ‘no one has ever fucked me this well’.” Jungkook continues to look out the window, his tone bored.

“When?”

“When I was fucking you.” He turns his head to look at you now, “Multiple times.” He grins but it drops when the driver clears his throat and they make eye contact through the rearview mirror. 

“Oh please,” He gets playfully annoyed seeing how you roll your eyes before continuing. “No one ever means what they say during dirty talk.” Your voice is clearly teasing, your eyes locking with his again as you challenge him.

“That so?” He leans in, his face so close to yours as his hot breath fans over your lips. “So I guess I should take my talents elsewhere tonight?” 

“Tonight, maybe. You know,”  You lean in as well, “You’ve already had me three times this week, so…tonight we’re just friends.” 

“That so?” Jungkook says even more slowly, eyes falling to your lips, “I wonder if the guys would have thought that if they walked in the bathroom earlier when I was kissing you.”

“Jungkook—”

“But you know,” He replaces his usual look with something much softer, “I do think your rules are dumb because we aren’t kids, you know? There’s no reason to hide but I do enjoy privacy as well so it’s not horrible. I know you scold me for being the rule breaker—especially when you’re such a stickler for rules but everything’s fine… as long as you’re enjoying yourself.”

You chew on your lips as you watch him, his tender gaze set on you and it makes you relax. He’s always going to tease you but he’s always like this too. He’s always been fairly mature even since you guys were kids but when did he surpass you this much?

“I am.” You breathe out, “And—”

“The street ahead is blocked off because of all the people.” The driver suddenly informs you both, “I’ll have to drop you here but the club is right down there.” He points. “This okay?”

“Yeah.” Jungkook looks ahead, nodding along. “This is fine. Thanks, man.”

~~~

 You aren’t entirely sure what club needs three stories…like, why is it necessary? But Taehyung claims each floor offers something different. You’re all currently on the second floor, drinks getting passed around like candy. This floor offers a more lounge type of environment…the overall atmosphere is more relaxed than the ground floor. You look over the balcony and see how the blinding lights shine over the crowd of dancing people.

“Already looking for your potential hook up for the night?” Taehyung comes next to you, smirk on his lips. “Smart. Scoping out the good ones.”

“I was just looking at people dancing but okay.” You giggle, “I was wondering when we were going to head down there where the actual fun is.”

“Patience, young one.” Taehyung’s lips find the straw to his drink before he’s sucking up the different liquors. “We will wait for everyone to get here, start chatting amongst ourselves until everyone is just the right amount of tipsy before we adventure down to the wild zone.”

“You really do have a method for everything.”

“You think I’d let any of you head down there without having enough liquid courage running through your veins?”

“So thoughtful.” You playfully roll your eyes, “Where would I have ended up without you?”

“I don’t even want to think about what kind of sad life that would be for you.” Taehyung bumps your shoulder, his lips spread into a boxy smile while he looks at you. “Anyway, you are planning on getting some tonight, right?”

“Would it be the end of the world if I don’t?” 

“y/n,” Taehyung sips more of his drink before continuing, “Have you even gotten any, you know, action…since what’s his face? I highly doubt it.”

“Seriously?” You groan, eyes still roaming the dance floor below you. “Who says I haven’t gotten any action?”

“Kissing Jungkook a few months ago because I dared you to does not count.” Taehyung glances behind him, eyes finding Jungkook who is laughing with Hoseok about whatever. His head turns back to look at you again, “But I mean…the way you two were making out,” He starts nudging your shoulder…annoyingly, his voice getting higher pitched as he teases you, “Well, it was pretty steamy.” He starts making mock kissy faces before you’re slapping his forearm. 

“Ew.” You say, feeling your cheeks get warmer. “Why do you always bring that up?!”

“It’s fun.” Taehyung shrugs. 

“Well, if it isn’t my best friend and the most annoying boy in the world?” You hear Ara’s voice from behind you. You both turn to face her, your face lighting up as you and Ara greet one another with a tight hug. “You look hot but this is my shirt isn’t it?” Ara says into your shoulder, “Always stealing my shit.”

“You know,” Taehyung  continues to stand here, dark smile forming, “Being called annoying doesn’t rile me up the way you think it does, Ara.”

“Yeah.” She pulls away from you, “But being called a boy does.” 

“I’ve decided it’s because you just want me to show you how I’m a man, right?” Taehyung crosses his arms over his chest, an amused look on his features. “Just say the word, Ara.”

“In your dreams, Taehyung. One of these days I’m really going throw up when you say shit like that…” Ara begins rubbing her temples dramatically, “I’ll make sure it all lands on you though.” 

“What if I said I was into that?”

“Then I’d say please seek psychiatric help.” Ara says unenthused. 

“You’d say please?” Taehyung smirks at her, taking a moment to suck up the rest of his drink through the straw. “I love a girl with manners.” He winks, then glances down at his empty drink. “Be back, going to grab another.”

“Be back?” Ara raises a brow, “Please don’t.”

“You’re so into me, Ara.” Taehyung grins at her before walking away from the two of you, his shoulder brushing hers and you watch as she remains still.

The moment Taehyung is truly away, Ara’s eyes meet yours and she releases a long breath, “He’s so fucking sexy.” She blinks at you with her wide eyes, “God, I feel like jumping his bones every time I see him.”

“I just really…don’t understand you.” You shake your head, laugh threatening to leave you. “But it’s for the best actually. You know how he is…”

“Unfortunately, I do.” Ara rolls her eyes, “No one is more anti love than that guy!” 

“Exactly.”

“Oh but I am so tempted to hook up with him at least one time.” She tells you, “Just to get it out of my system!”

“You say that but you’re also fully prepared to have his children.” You deadpan.

“One? Three? Five?” Ara yells out, “I don’t even care just fill me up with your good stuff Ta—”

“Ew!” You start laughing, “Seriously, ew.” 

“Oh please,” Ara narrows her eyes at you, knowing smile on her lips. “You don’t ever say that to the guy you’re currently hooking up with?”

At this, you start choking on your drink. Eyes expanding and it’s making Ara chuckle to herself. “You really think I don’t know?” She quirks a brow at you before she starts fake moaning, clearly mocking you, “Oh! Yes! Like that! I’m going to—”

“—Dude!” You smack her arm and she doesn’t even laugh, she just shows you a satisfied smile.

“W-What are you talking about?” You glance around, eyes on your friends who are just a few feet away. “I’m not—”

“You totally are.” Ara says matter of fact, plum colored lips wrapping around the straw.

“I’m—”

“I don’t know who the guy is though.” She shrugs, “But whoever it is? He must be crazy good to have you sounding like that.”

Your eyes are continuing to grow bigger and bigger, anxiously darting around, making sure no one is hearing this. “And how would you know that?”

“Remember like a month ago when you went out of town to visit that friend of yours that I don’t like?”

“Han?”

“Yeah, that bitch. Anyway, you made me take care of your plants for those few days while you were gone? Well, I didn’t see your text that you went home a day early…”

At this you feel your heart start pumping a little harder. You know exactly what day she is referring to…you went home early and Jungkook went over and you two had your usual fun.

“And I still went to your place to water your plants and I got the shock of my life when I realized you were actually home.” Ara starts snickering to herself, “Anyway, I started piecing it together that you’re definitely seeing someone.”

“Ara—”

“Eh, you’ll tell me eventually.” She shrugs again before continuing with her drink. “Let’s join everyone else, shall we?”

~

“If I take another shot…I will make bad decisions!” Jimin slurs, his body still moving expertly to the beat despite how drunk he is. 

“Bad decisions like hooking up with the pretty girl you’ve been talking to all night?” Hoseok asks, head shaking with a grin. 

Jimin points at Hoseok and nods, “Exactly!” 

“Too bad,” Taehyung leans against the busy bar top, “Bad decisions all night, baby.” 

“I think y/n and Jungkook said they wanted a flavor shot instead of the hard stuff.” Namjoon comes beside Taehyung, “Maybe they’re taking it easy tonight.”

“Losers.” Taehyung smiles before glancing behind him, eyes landing on you and Jungkook dancing in the middle of the dance floor. “I bet they’ll want to stay and dance instead of joining us.”

“They always want to dance.” Namjoon agrees before adding, “It’s crazy how they really act like nothing happened when you made them kiss a few months ago.” Namjoon chuckles, “I would be so awkward if it were me. It wasn’t even a simple kiss either…imagine kissing one of your best friends?!”

“Ah, well…” Taehyung’s got his usual devious glint in his eye, “It’s not like that’s the first time I made those two kiss.”

“…Huh?” 

“Back when Jungkook was a little fourteen year old boy with zero experience in the love department, I came up with a genius plan.” Taehyung reminisces with a smug grin, “I told y/n she should give him his first kiss.”

“…You what?” Namjoon eyes Taehyung warily, “Isn’t that weird?”

“Nonsense.” Taehyung waves him off with a single hand, “y/n had already kissed like 3 people by that time! Poor Jungkook was going to end up a virgin for life if he didn’t lock lips soon.”

“He was 14…you really think—”

“—Anyway, he was way too shy and nervous to ask her himself so I helped a brother out.”

“Wow.” Namjoon shakes his head, “And then?”

“She said no, of course.”

“Of course.”

“But then I reminded her how Jungkook totally saved her ass like a year prior when she got her period.”

“What…”

“Yeah! He cleaned the blood of her chair—disgusting by the way—and even let her use his sweater to wrap around her waist. Even bought her pads. She owed him, big time.”

“Taehyung—”

“—He got blood on his fingers bro…when he clean—”

“—Okay, that’s…anyway, so you guys guilted her into it.” Namjoon narrows his eyes, “Teenage boys are truly the worst.”

“She finally agreed. But those nerds went into her bedroom and wouldn’t kiss in front of me so I was hurt obv—”

“—Scratch that, teenage Taehyung was the worst—”

“—Anyway,” Taehyung ignores Namjoon, “She was afraid he was going to bite her but I assured her I taught him how to practice with his hand so she shouldn’t worry.”

“God, you’re being so serious.”

“So they go to the room and after a while I hear y/n scream. He fucking bit her.” Taehyung snorts at the memory, “I was standing outside the door the whole time. I go inside and they’re so fucking embarrassed and she vowed she would never do that again and you should have seen poor Jungkook’s face.” He’s cackling to himself. “But to be fair, she stuck her tongue in his mouth and even I didn’t know she was that bold.” 

“He bit her?!” Namjoon is trying not to laugh now too. “Damn, can’t believe she was his first kiss though. That’s pretty cute. Even though, he… you know, bit her.”

“I wish I would have seen that.” Taehyung starts giggling, “I only got to hear about it.”

“Hear about it from them?” Namjoon raises a brow at Taehyung, “Or hear about it because you were listening outside the door?”

“Potato, potato.” Taehyung lifts his shoulders in a dramatic shrug, “I told them they never know what the future might hold!” He grins, proud. “Hilarious that their first kiss was so disastrous yet that make out legit made me horny. ” 

“It’s hard to compare kissing when you’re kids and kissing when you’re adults.” Namjoon points out with a laugh, “But huh,” He glances behind him to eye you and Jungkook. “They seem good though!”

Taehyung raises a hand towards the bartender to get her attention so he can order the drinks before he’s got his lips curving into something so menacingly mischievous. “Oh, I bet they are.” 

~

“Jungkook…” His name falls from your lips in something like a whine…maybe because you are whining. But you meant to say it more sternly. 

“Hm?” Jungkook’s lips come from behind you, landing on a spot on your neck that he knows drives you crazy.

“Go dance with someone else.” You tell him despite your fingers buried in his hair, “Go before someone sees us.”

“But I want to dance with you.” Jungkook’s hands grip your waist, fingers digging into your blouse as he pulls you closer to him. “Plus, they all went up to the third floor. We’re the only ones who wanted to dance.”

“This is a dangerous game.” You murmur, eyes closing when you feel him from behind you—the clear evidence that he’s enjoying this. 

“Games are for children, baby.” Jungkook tries to turn you in his grasp and when you’re successfully facing him, he leans forward. “Let’s leave, y/n. Let’s go to my place.” 

You feel tempted, of course you are, especially after feeling something resembling a boner on your ass. But you only crack a half smile his way, “Not tonight. Go mingle with someone.” You say before winking at him.

“Seriously?” He asks with a smirk. “You really want that?”

“Yup.” You tell him, your own smirk forming. “I’m going to go upstairs with everyone else.” 

“You think there’s going to be some guy up there for you to mingle with, huh?” Jungkook isn’t jealous, you know this. He just likes to tease. 

“Maybe?” You tilt your head, “I’m kind of just curious now.” You lift a finger to your chin, “You know?”

“Curious about what?” 

“Curious if you really are the best at fucking me?” You continue to look innocent, “I feel like I have to test it, you know? Maybe someone could be bett—”

“You know there isn’t. But sure, have a try.” He shakes his head with one of those alluring grins.

“Thanks for the permission.” 

“Didn’t realize you were seeking permission.” Jungkook leans in, his mouth at your ear. “You sure you want to give me that kind of power?”

You lean back from Jungkook, a disapproving smile on your face. “Annoying.” You tsk at him before swatting his chest lightly, “Let’s go.”

You don’t forget to roll your eyes before turning away from Jungkook, plans on heading towards the elevator to get to the third floor but warm fingers wrap around you wrist before you get the chance to move your feet. Jungkook.

“Yes?” You turn your head to eye him over. He’s looking more serious, smugness no longer lingering on his features. 

“You’re sure?” He asks you. “About wanting to hook up with other people tonight?” 

He’s being considerate, you think. You have no doubts that he will find someone to fuck tonight, even in the last hour you could probably point out 5 different girls who have had obvious interest in him. Whatever. “I’m sure.” You tell him without trying to think about it any further, “Now let’s go.” 

The third floor is an outdoor bar with a stunning set up. Lots of hanging lights, live band playing acoustics and a gorgeous view of Seoul. You spot your friends sitting on some fancy patio seating, a few faces you don’t recognize as well. Ara sees you first, her hands immediately rising to the air when she excitedly flags you down and waves you over. 

“You guys finally done dancing?” She beams at you, her cheeks rosy from the alcohol. “You missed it, Taehyung tried hitting on this girl and she turned him down so hard. God, it brought so much joy.” Ara smirks while glancing at Taehyung who just groans in response to her words. “Nothing makes me happier to see you fail.”

“Oh Ara, Ara, Ara.” Taehyung shakes his head, arms folding across his chest before he finally smiles at her. “The joy is because that means you still have a chance, right?” 

“You wish, Taehyung.” Ara’s smirk drops and she gives him the middle finger.

“Uh, yeah.” He agrees right away. “You don’t have to keep playing these games, you know you just have to say the—”

“Never going to happen.” She cuts him off before glancing at you and Jungkook now. “Wow, you guys are sweaty.”

“Well, you know dancing is the most fun thing about clubs.” You tell her, fingers at your hairline as you try to wipe some sweat. You look over at Jungkook who is shining as well. The outside breeze feels nice though and you’re sure he’s thinking the same thing.

“Careful,” Jungkook chuckles, “Taehyung will say the best thing about clubs is all the hooking up.”

“Because it is.” Taehyung gestures around the place, like it’s so obvious. “Like, look.” He nods towards your friends, “Hoseok and what’s her face, they’re totally going to fuck in the—oh, look. Even Jimin seems to be understanding club culture. He’s got his arm wrapped pretty tight around that girl. She’s hot, huh?”

“You know he’s just going to feel crappy tomorrow when he realizes he even stood 2 feet from a girl who isn’t Sung.” You remind Taehyung.

“She broke his heart! He deserves to at least flirt, y/n.” 

“I don’t totally agree with Taehyung,” Jungkook begins carefully, eyes on you while you’re already giving him a look of disapproval. “But come on, flirting won’t hurt the guy.”

“Hmm, I agree.” Ara chimes in, “And let’s be honest, Sung was…” She kind of vaguely gestures around with her hands, unsure expression on her face.

“Exactly!” Taehyung nods, “Ara is so smart. Is her intuition ever wrong? She’s like me.” Then he’s facing her fully, excited glint in his eyes. “Ara, imagine if we had babies, oh my god, they’d be the smartest—”

“No chance there, dude.” She puts a hand up. “Anyway, we made some friends, let’s introduce you guys.” She motions towards the rest of the group, trying to guide you guys. “Okay, first this is Hae and Youra!” 

Two girls who stand next to Lily and Hoseok suddenly lift their heads in your directions when they hear their names. The one on the left is probably the shortest one here, she’s petite with light brown hair and siren eyes. She’s the first to perk up when she hears her name and her eyes land on you and Jungkook as she grins.

“Hae.” She offers her name, “Your friends have been talking about you two. Glad we’re finally meeting.” She laughs now, hand covering her mouth as she bumps into the other girls side. “This is Youra.” Hae says cutely, winking at her friend who just brushes her off.

“Hi.” Is all she says. She’s taller, much taller and really, very pretty. Long, black hair that’s swept to the side as she eyes you and Jungkook over. Mostly Jungkook. Then she smiles.

You offer a short greeting, introducing yourself and immediately asking what your friends have been saying about you. Hae continues to giggle before she stands on her tip toes to whisper in your ear.

“You and your bestie here,” She glances at Jungkook who is greeting Youra. “Are super fun to drink with, but also your friends may have mentioned that Jungkook is super good looking and Youra is probably his type.” Hae leans away from you, grin on her face as she wiggles her brows in the direction of Youra and Jungkook. Well, she’s not wrong. Youra probably is his type. 

“Ah.” You nod in understanding and force a small smile. “I see.” You feel stupid for forcing a smile and you feel stupid for the stupid feeling in your gut but you told him to find someone tonight and the way he’s chatting with Youra, you imagine he’s listening for once. 

~

It’s not that the guys you’ve been meeting and chatting with every now and then tonight aren’t interesting—they just aren’t interesting enough. It’s a little boring, a little stressful and a little annoying trying to talk to a decent guy who you might want to hook up with. You understand Jungkook’s point of view…this is annoying. Why go through this when you have him? 

You’re almost tempted to tell him that but he is having a more successful night than you. He’s currently sitting across from you and this guy who you don’t remember his name, with Youra laughing into his chest every time he says something funny. Jungkook glances at you every now and then though, probably making sure you’re safe and comfortable. 

You’re safe and not exactly uncomfortable…but damn, you wish you were anywhere else. Jungkook’s eyes go back to Youra, her hand on his bicep and you’re trying so hard not to roll your eyes when Jungkook subtly flexes. You don’t think he does it on purpose…probably just instinct. Or maybe he just wants to impress her. You watch for them a minute and it feels like you just got caught with your hand in the cookie jar when Jungkook catches your eyes.

You look away quickly, gaze set on the bar when you begin to stand up. “I’m going to get another drink.” You tell the guy next to you but Jungkook and Youra can hear as well.

The guy next to you begins to stand as well, “Great, I can get it for you.” He offers with a smile and you’d be dumb to reject it. But…

“Actually, I owe y/n a drink!” Jungkook stands now too, “Guess I should get on that. Youra, would you like one as well?” He glances down at Youra who just nods her head with a pretty smile.

“Oh, cool.” The guy grins at you both, “I guess I can keep Youra company in the meantime!” 

“Okay. Be back.” You sing out before walking away and towards the bar. Jungkook follows behind you and you feel his chest on your back when you get comfortable at the bar top.

“Ever heard of personal space?” You lean forward, chin resting in your hands. “Also, why do you owe me a drink?” You turn your head to see him, his eyes on the busy bartender. “I mean, I’m not complaining but I don’t remember—”

“Just wanted to check in with you.” Jungkook’s gaze falls down to your eyes now. “You don’t seem too interested in Dal.” Dal. That’s his name. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah.” You hum.

“Okay…” Jungkook says slowly, “Then are you going to—”

“No.” You cut him off, knowing exactly what he was going to ask. “I don’t think I’m in the mood.”

“I could get you into the mood.” Jungkook says nonchalantly as he eyes the bartender again, lifting a finger to get her attention. You try to keep a straight face but crack an inevitable smile.

“Could you?” You decide to play along.

“Mhm.” He looks at you again, “That’s why you’ve been looking at me so much, right?” 

You try to swallow your spit but end up choking on it. “What?” You cough out. “What are you talking about?”

“Well,” Jungkook pauses to order a few drinks. When he’s finished with the order, his eyes find yours. “You were either looking at me so much while Dal was talking to you because A, you kept thinking about how much you want to fuck me. Or B, you were looking at me and Youra and being, you know, jealous.” He finishes with a straight face and when you don’t give an immediate response he smirks. “Oh?”

You stare at him until you start laughing, “Seriously? I only get two options?” 

“You want C? Okay…” Jungkook pretends to think hard about it, “C is that you suddenly came to the realization you are deeply in love with me!” He tells you dramatically but you’re quick to hit his chest but he’s faster, grabbing your wrist. “But that couldn’t be, huh? You’d never break a rule.”

You’re about to retort but the bartender is sliding over the drinks and Jungkook is taking his card out with a wink. 

“You’re so annoying.” You grumble. “But anyway, I wasn’t even looking at you.”

“You were.” He laughs. “It’s okay. Don’t I only know because I was looking at you too?”

You snort at him, shaking your head. “Fine. So why were you looking at me?”

“Because I keep thinking about how I want to take you home. It’s stupid you want to hook up with other people. I mean, I’m right here, baby.” He grins at you before putting his card back in his wallet. You feel heat crawl over every inch of your body.

“What about Youra?” You ask, feeling your body tingle in excitement but you’re telling it not to.

“Her?” He nods in the direction of Youra and Dal. The two are sitting next to one another, laughing and based off their body language—definitely hitting it off. “Yeah, I think she will be okay.” Jungkook chuckles. 

“Hmm, I don’t know.” You drag out the words, trying to look nonchalant while reaching for a drink but Jungkook only scoffs at you.

“You do know.” He says, grabbing the two other drinks. “Let’s finish these and leave. Say you don’t feel good or something.”

You aren’t going to fight him on this when you both know it’s what you want. “Okay.”

~

“And then Yumi’s cousin had the audacity to say ‘Well, I got married after two years of dating. You’ve been together what? Four years? And still no wedding?’ So, I looked at her and said, ‘Yeah but your husband could never look as good as me.’ And then I blew her a kiss. Just to piss her off more.” Jin says proudly, arm wrapped around Yumi, his fiancé.

“…Did you really?” Yoongi asks.

“He really did.” Yumi says with a straight face but then she smiles softly. “But it felt nice actually. I get along with everyone in my family except for her.”

“She’s a bully!” Jin shouts, “My Yumi is way better in every single way so it’s crazy that this girl thinks there is anything to compare.”

“Ah, Seokjin.” Yumi coos, her hand grabbing his cheeks. “My hero.”

“That’s right!” He grins at everyone. “You here that?”

“We heard.” Jungkook chuckles. “So does this mean you guys will set a date soon?”

“April next year.” Yumi confirms. “I already booked the place a couple months ago.”

“Wait, huh?” Jin turns his head in shock.

“What?” Yumi looks at him innocently. “Remember you said your dream wedding was at the venue in Jeju Island?” 

“…Yes.”

“I got it.”

“Yumi!!!!!” Jin yells out excitedly before wrapping her in his arms. “My future bride is the best!”

“I know.” She says, “But anyway, sorry we got here so late. Did we miss anything?”

“Not too much.” Ara takes a sip of her drink, “Besides Taehyung getting shut down by a hot girl and Hoseok and Lily disappeared like 30 minutes ago.”

“My guy.” Taehyung raises his drink to the sky. “Doing what we wish we could.”

“And I’m sad!” Jimin says with a drunk smile.

“…Oh.” Yumi smiles awkwardly, worried eyes going to Jimin. “I’m sorry about Sung.”

“S-Sung…” Jimin says her name slowly before his smile disappears. “It’s okay. I’ll just cry later.”

“What happened to the girl from earlier?” Taehyung asks, eyes searching for said girl.

“Oh her?” Jimin slumps his shoulders, “She told me something along the lines of ‘wow, I’ve never had a guy talk this much about their ex.’ Or something like that. Anyway, she’s gone.”

“…Damn.” You lean over and rub Jimin’s shoulder. “It’s okay, Jimin. Best part of getting over an ex is actually just spending time with your friends and having a good time.”

“No, the best part is hook—” You cut Taehyung off with a slap to his arm. “Fine, whatever.” He gives up.

“Where did Namjoon go though?” You look around but Yoongi gives the answer you probably should have assumed.

“He went home a while ago.” He sips his drink, “Pregnant wife and all.”

“Speaking of going home…” You say carefully, eyes locking with Jungkook who just sits across from you, his drink long finished. “I think these drinks aren’t really agreeing with me. Uh, kind of feel like heading home.” 

“What?!” Taehyung whines, “But but…”

“Don’t look so sad.” You laugh it off, “It’s not like you have to leave!”

“I’m not going to let you get a ride home this late by yourself.” Taehyung scolds you, “I’ll just—”

“I’ll make sure she gets home.” Jungkook says, “I’m tired too anyway.”

“Oh?” Taehyung looks between you both, “You’re such a gentleman.” 

“I know.” Jungkook stands, “Should we go, y/n?” 

You look around before standing as well, “Yeah.”

“Can I also go home?” Jimin raises his hand with a pout.

“Absolutely not.” Taehyung grins, “Yoongi!”

“Hm?” He continues to sip on his drink.

“Ready to get some ass?”

Yoongi is quiet as he sets his drink down onto the table, standing up and patting down his clothing. “I guess I could find another person tonight.”

“Anoth…it’s always the quiet ones.” Yumi whispers towards Jin. 

~

“I thought we were going back to mine?” You ask Jungkook as the two of you take the elevator up to his apartment. 

“I have to work early tomorrow so it will just be easier to leave from here.” He tells you, “Plus, we both know my sheets are way better than yours.”

“That’s true.” You shrug before pouting. “But I was thinking about the leftovers I have in my fridge that would totally hit the spot.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be the one hitting the spot tonight.” Jungkook says, smirk in his voice as he eyes the numbers inside the elevator as the floors get higher.

“God, do you just have a line for everything?” You laugh.

“You make it easy!” He laughs with you, his head turning in your direction. “You set it up so nicely.”

“So it’s my fault you’re so smooth?”

“You think I’m smooth?” He steps closer to you, hands going to your hips. “I’m trying not to be.”

You narrow your eyes at him, “Why not?”

“Don’t want to turn you on too much.” He smirks, “If you recall, I have your panties in my pocket. What’s to stop you from dripping down your thi—ow.” He winces when you hit him, a deep chuckle leaving his mouth. “You don’t think I could turn you with my words alone?” His fingers dig into your hips. “You don’t think I could sit you down and say dirty things to you and you wouldn’t get so wet?” 

“Jungkook…” You turn your head, eyes avoiding his. 

“Oh,” He pulls you closer to him, mouth nearing your ear. “You just don’t want me to have that kind of control, do you?” He whispers, hands sliding down until he’s cupping your ass. “That’s a pity.”

Your body feels like it’s being pulled down to the ground, your heart is loud, thumping in your ears. You still can’t look at him but you want to. You want to look into his eyes and see the darkness swirling around. See the lust coat over and the fire begin to crackle. Even looking into his eyes might be hard because you might really give him what he wants—

Ding. The elevator doors open and Jungkook squeezes your cheeks before letting go of you altogether. “Come on,” He takes your hand now, warm and calloused. 

Jungkook lives in a very nice apartment complex, the building is tall and towers over the city of Seoul. You guess this is what happens when you own your own successful business. The hallway to get to his front door isn’t a very long walk, it’s quiet save the sound of your shoes clicking against the floor. 

Your hand is still in Jungkook’s, his thumb brushing over your skin like it usually does. You glance down at your joined hands and wondered when you two got so comfortable with touches like this. You’ve always liked Jungkook’s touch more than anyone else’s. Even since you were kids…Taehyung kind of forced you to become more affectionate with his constant hugging and you love it, of course. But Jungkook’s touch always offered something more comforting. 

“It was option A by the way.” You suddenly say, voice softly echoing in the hallway. Jungkook stops walking, causing you to stop as well. He looks at you for a moment, eyes still filled with lust but the fire that was beginning to crackle is now growing into a strong flame. 

“A guy was talking to you and your thoughts were on me? How you want to fuck me?” Jungkook breathes out, dark smile beginning to form. “As much as I love that I was hoping you were a little jealous so you would want to do dirty things to me in hopes it would teach me to never want anyone but you.”

Your eyes slightly expand and you quickly move your legs closer together and Jungkook’s gaze falls lower before he lifts his eyes again. “See?” He turns to begin walking again, “I told you my words could turn you on.” 

“Shut up.” You follow him when you both stop at his front door. He enters the code and the door unlocks, he’s quick to open the door and tug you inside.

“Make me.” He says, shutting the front door and pushing his back against it. Offering himself to you. You eye him over and he shows you a small smile before reaching for you and dragging you closer to him, “I’ve been wanting you since you got to Taehyung’s house…please don’t make me wait any longer, y/n. Please kiss me. Or touch me. Both. Anything.” He’s looking into your eyes, “You know I have no shame…I will beg you all night if I have to.”

“Would you?” You get closer, your hands rising towards his chest. Fingers splaying over the material of his shirt. “Would you have begged Youra?” You ask, tone laced in a quiet confidence because you know the answer.

“Youra?” Jungkook quirks a brow, “Careful, y/n. You do almost sound jealous. Bringing up another g—”

“Not jealous.” Your fingers drag down his chest lightly, you feel his abdominal tense beneath you the lower you get. “Just curious.”

“Curious?” He chuckles, the sound shaky as he anticipates how your fingers will move against him next. “It’s okay, y/n. Jealousy doesn’t have to have a deep meaning…I could understand if you just didn’t want to share.” 

“Have I been sharing?” You ask carefully, tone still confident. Your eyes lowering to his belt. You swiftly begin untucking his shirt from his dress pants and he sucks in a sharp breath.

“You keep talking like you want to. But I know you, don’t I?” He watches your hands, fingers trailing back to his chest as you begin undoing the buttons of his shirt, one by one. “You,” He pauses, head tilting back against the door as your cold fingers graze over his exposed chest. “You and I both knew that the only one I was fucking tonight was you, huh?” 

“Hmm, how should I answer that?” You ask thoughtfully, eyes finally rising to his. “The answer you want or the truth?” You’re teasing him.

“The answer I want is also the truth.” He tells you, lips curving into a grin. “Right?”

“You’re so cocky.” You chuckle, fingers spreading his shirt further apart before you’re dragging the material down his arms and off his body. You eye his physique. Lean yet strong, muscles defined in a way that has heat pooling in your lower stomach. “God, but I guess you have a right to be.” 

Jungkook laughs a little, eyes closing when your fingers dance across his flexed stomach. “Kiss me.” He sighs out, “Anywhere.” 

“Hm, I don’t know, baby—” You stop, fingers pausing as well. You blink at nothing as you realize the term slipped out. But Jungkook releases a long breath and a quiet moan, his fingers wrapping around your wrist, you look up at him, his eyes now fully on fire.

“Fuck, please…” He brings your wrist to his lips and he starts slowly placing kisses there. “Keep calling me that.” His other hand goes to your waist, pulling you even closer. Your chest up against his, “I’ve been wanting to hear it for months…”

“Jungkook—”

“What do you want from me tonight?” He asks, “How many times will you make me come? How many times do you want me to make you come? Because I am running out of patience. Fuck, feel my dick, baby. Feel it.” 

You do feel it. The way you’re pushed up against him, you feel the outline of his hard length, you can only imagine the way it’s throbbing painfully in his pants. He’s flushed and desperate. He must need to be touched so badly. 

“Okay…” Your breaths are more erratic than you want to let on, but he knows you’re getting tired of all the talking as well. Your hand slowly reaches for his cheek, “I want you to fuck me on your couch.”

“Yeah, I can do that.” He nods, his eyelids are heavy. “But can I check something first?” He asks you, his tone is dark and teasing.

“Yeah.” You breathe out, “Go ahead.”

The corner of Jungkook’s lips turn upward and you feel his hand leave your waist and then suddenly his fingers are at your inner thighs. “Thought so.” He smirks at you, “Dripping down your thighs.” 

And another second is not wasted. Your lips slot between his quickly, rough and sloppy as you two desperately feel every inch of the other. His hands wander all around while yours tug his hair. He groans into your mouth while he urges you to jump and wrap your legs around him. You don’t even realize how quickly he’s got you, carrying you over to the sofa and sitting down. His back against the couch cushions while you straddle him, lips still moving against his.

Your skirt is bunched up around your waist and your exposed core is rubbing against his pants uncomfortably. Your fingers slide down his torso, quickly undoing his belt and dragging down the zipper. “Fuck, take these off.” You pant into his mouth, “Let me feel you properly.” 

“Hold on,” He moans, wanting nothing more than to feel your bare pussy sliding against his cock. “Let me…” His hands go behind him, pulling his wallet out when he gets a condom. And then he’s throwing the wallet across the living room and you lift up so he can take his pants and briefs off. 

“Oh god,” Your eyes fall to his crotch, his member springing free, hard and long and you want to wrap your lips around it, knowing it drives him crazy. And the look of him drowning in pleasure because of your mouth is a sight for sore eyes. But the look of him when his cock is embraced by your heat is even more satisfying. 

“You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen, you know that?” He looks up at you, lips parted as he pants. “So fucking pretty.”

This is what you meant…no one ever means what they say during sex. You don’t bother to respond to that. You only lean forward to kiss him again and your mouth falls open when you feel his fingers brush against your pussy. He’s soaking two fingers, gathering all of your wetness before teasing your hole. 

“Will this be the first way you come?” He asks, eyes finding yours. “Or should you ride my face?”

“Jungkook—” You gasp a little, his fingers pushing inside you. “Oh…” You slowly close your eyes as your forehead rests against his. His fingers feel like they’re massaging your walls, curling into you with expertise. 

“This is how you like it, right?” He starts working his fingers a little faster.

“Yeah.” You hum, hips grinding down onto his hand. “You know exactly what I—” You can’t finish that as you breathe heavier, your lips finding his again. He kisses you back, firm against your mouth. 

Jungkook feels his ego growing larger when your wetness drips down his hand, he feels more motivated to keep you going. You’re enjoying this, yes. But you realize—

“I want you.” You barely pull your lips away from his, “I want to come around your cock, Jungkook…I’m losing my mind.” 

“Yeah?” His thumb circles your clit and you struggle to keep most your weight off of him. He doesn’t mind as your body lowers, his fingers leave you and your body loses more power, you can feel his cock resting against him. “Fuck, you’re so wet. I know that’s a typical thing to say but holy hell, I’ve never felt it like this…” He’s straining. 

“Grab the condom.” You instruct him, feeling desperate. “Put it on slowly,” Your eyes are on his twitching member. “Let me see how you struggle to pace yourself.”

“You love watching me go crazy for you, don’t you?” He chuckles, hand patting the sofa as he tries to find the condom. He finally grabs it, ripping the package open and rolls it on slowly. He focuses his gaze on you, his fingers working the condom over his cock. You’re staring down at it, breathing heavy as you anticipate the way he’s about to split you open. 

“It’s only fair.” You finally respond, your fingers replacing his. His breaths are bated as you hold onto his member, lifting yourself to angle it just right at your entrance. “Since I’m going crazy for you too.” And then you start to slowly sink down onto him. You have to pause several times, his size stretching you apart and the burn is inevitable. 

“Take your time, baby.” Jungkook groans, his eyes watching how he disappears inside you inch by inch. “Could never dream of hurting you.” 

For reasons unknown, your heart pinches a little in your chest at his words. But the feeling quickly dissolves and is replaced with ecstasy when you’re fully seated in his lap with his member shoved so deeply inside of you. 

You stay still for a few moments, heavy breaths as you try to relax around him. He’s patient with you, he always is. He’s studying your expressions, eyes never leaving your face. His hands go to your waist, holding you so tightly, “At least take this shirt off.” He tells you softly, “Want to feel your skin.” You nod and he’s quick to get it off of you. Nothing but this skirt and a lacey bra. “Fucking pretty…”

“You feel good.” You sigh out, face barely an inch from his. “You always feel so fucking good.”

“Yeah?” He accidently bucks his hip into yours, the feeling of his cock somehow reaching deeper makes you moan for him. “Fuck, y/n. You’re squeezing me…”

You start to move your hips slowly, not exactly bouncing on his dick or anything. Just grinding and it’s something he really enjoys. Other guys in the past have complained about this particular move but Jungkook loves watching your hips move so effortlessly. 

“That feel good?” He asks you, struggling to keep himself from fucking you crazy. “You love the way I feel inside you, don’t you?”

You don’t answer with words. You only move faster. Finally you lift yourself, his cock beginning to slide out of you before you lower again making Jungkook tighten his grip around your waist. He’s panting below you, letting you do what you want with him. 

“That’s good, baby.” Jungkook bites his lip. “So good.”

And then you’re consistent with riding his cock, the pace is enough for your thighs to burn but the pleasure it brings is so worth it. “Ah, Jungkook…” You moan his name and he bucks his hips into yours again, the pleasure double. “Fuck yeah, do that.” You whine, feeling tired. “Fuck me like that…” You wrap your arms around his neck and Jungkook’s fingers slide down to your hips where he stills you, holding you in place before he’s thrusting up. 

His pace is quicker than yours and he’s hitting you so deeply. “Fuck.” He mumbles, “You sound so pretty…”

“Jungkook.” You cry his name as he roughly brushes against any spot that could bring you to orgasm. “Just like that…” Your words are broken, “Fuck me like this…making me come.” 

A loud moan is drawn out from his lips, his eyes squeezing shut as he fucks into you harder and faster. “Come, y/n. God, please come…” He keeps going and your legs feel so weak, your entire body is tensing, your face falls into the crook of Jungkook’s neck as you try to brace yourself.

“Yeah, I am…” You warn him, “Fuck, I am.” You let go of every little feeling in your body, it rushes out of you with no warning of how good this all feels. You’re tight around him, walls sucking his cock in as you come all around him. “Come too. Come, Jungkook. Come, baby.”

He’s pounding up into you, his eyes opening as he kisses your shoulder over and over, “I’m coming, fuck, my god, I’m coming…” He stills his hips once he’s buried so deep inside you. His hips stuttering for many moments as he tries to calm down his heavy breaths. 

You’re out of energy as you drape your body over his, shamelessly. He doesn’t mind, his hands loosening their grip on your hips before his fingers stroke your back soothingly. “Is this what you wanted?”

“Yeah.” You laugh into his neck, “I’ve also been wanting you since you got to Taehyung’s house.” You admit to him, face lifting as you make eye contact with him, “Bedroom next?”

He just chuckles and looks at you with a teasing glint in his eye, “You broke two rules tonight.”

“Don’t get used to it.”

~

You know it has to be pretty early, the sun feels more like it’s glowing through the window instead of the Saturday afternoon blindness that you’re used to. You squint, eyes going around the room when you see Jungkook’s bathroom light is on and he’s not in bed with you. 

You pull the sheets closer to your face as you try to lull yourself back to sleep. He’s probably getting ready, he mentioned he was going to his company today to work. You know he won’t mind if you stay and sleep in—wouldn’t be the first time. Right when you’re about to close your eyes again and drift, he is walking out of his bathroom. Dress pants and button up shirt and surprised eyes on you.

“You’re awake?” He asks, coming closer to the bed. “Shocking.”

“Only momentarily.” You murmur sleepily. Jungkook chuckles at you, walking to your side of the bed before taking a seat. 

“Want to hang out later when I’m done with work?”

“I think we exceeded our hook up limit.” You pull the sheets higher.

He raises a brow at you, clearly amused. “I meant as friends.”

“Oh.” You blink at him before tucking the sheet under your chin, “We’ll see. Anyway, it sucks you have to work today?”

“Big project coming up. But well, that’s what happens when you’re in charge.” He sighs out.

“Well, you do like that.”

“Yeah, you’d know, huh?” He smirks at you before feigning a shock expression. “Oh wait, you wouldn’t.” 

“Shush.” You feel the heat start to creep up your neck.

“Hmm,” Jungkook leans down, face hovering above your own. “Maybe one day…you’ll let me…” He whispers against your lips before kissing you. He’s gentle. Soft. Warm. 

He pulls away from you and you know the heat has made its way to your cheeks. “We’re just friends, why are you kissing me?” You ask, trying to hide a smile as you tease him.

He breaks out into his own smile, front teeth poking from his lips before he’s laughing. “I’ll see you later, don’t forget to lock up later, okay? Enjoy your sleep.” 

~~~

“I’m not saying it’s a big deal but she’s my mom! I would have liked to know she has a boyfriend! I had to find out through my aunt.” Ara tells you, her hands deep into a bag of chips. “Apparently he’s rich though, so like, good for her.” 

“Maybe she just hasn’t found the time to tell you.” You giggle, “Or she’s avoiding it because you’re terrifying and test every man she brings home. It’s like you’re the parent.” 

“It’s because she’s sensitive!” Ara pouts, “My mom is not like me at all. She’s like the easiest target for a broken heart.”

“Are you saying no one ever breaks your heart?” You lean towards her to grab the bag of chips, “I remember differently, I guess.” You tease her. 

“That was one time!” She argues, “Never again!”

“Uh huh.” You munch on a few chips. “Right.”

“Anyway, speaking of moms.” She says the words slowly, carefully. “Have you talked to yours recently?”

“Eh, kind of.” You shrug, “She called me like a week or so ago to chat.” 

“Oh.” She looks surprised. “That’s good!” 

“I guess.” You laugh, “You know, I think you guys care more about the relationship with my mom more than I do. It’s fine, really.” You try to assure Ara. “I accepted a long time ago that this is as good as it gets. And I’m content with that, believe it or not.”

“Okay, okay.” Ara raises her hands, “If you say it, I’ll believe it.” 

“Mhm.” You reach for more chips.

“But anyway…I’ve kind of been texting with this guy I met through Lily.” She steals the bag of chips from you. “Also, you got crumbs on your sofa. Can’t blame me this time!” She points next to you, “But anyway, we’ve kind of been texting for a bit and—”

“What about Taehyung?” You ask, brushing the crumbs to the floor…you’ll vacuum later.

“What about Taehyung?” Ara rolls her eyes playfully, “I might be in love with him but I also have some dignity.” 

“You do?!” You throw a hand to your mouth, shocked expression while Ara glares at you. “Kidding, kidding.”

“Anyway, so this guy….”

“Uh huh…?”

“He has a friend.” Ara gets out quickly.

“…Ara…” You immediately give her a look of disapproval.

“Hear me out! Hear me out!”

“Fine, I’m listening.”

“I maybe kind of….like sent a picture of both of us and his friend saw and now they want to double.” She flutters her lashes at you, “Doesn’t that sound fun?”

“Literally, not at all.” You answer with a straight face. 

“Look, I know you’re fucking someone but considering you haven’t mentioned this dude even once, I highly doubt there’s anything romantic happening, right?” 

You stare at her, mouth parted as you think of her words. Of course there isn’t. So tell her that. But instead you blink at her repeatedly until she’s narrowing her eyes at you. Then finally you blurt it, “No!” 

“…Right.” She says the word slowly. “Do you see a romantic future with this person?”

“No!” You say a lot more quickly this time, cheeks feeling hot. 

“Hmm…okay.” She tries not to smile, instead she gets on her phone. You decide to do the same and you notice a bunch of unread texts from one of your group chats. 

Jimin 3:03pm

Guys last night for real cured me!!!!!!!!

Taehyung 3:06pm

I told you bro

Jimin 3:06pm

Im being fuckin sarcastic dumbass 

Jimin 3:06pm

Anyway what I really need is snacks and sad movies?🥺

Jungkook 3:10pm

I told u taehyung

Taehyung 3:11pm

Shut up 

Taehyung 3:11pm

Jimin, be happy that ur finally free bro…free from the shackles of a relationship

Jungkook 3:14pm

Here we go 🙄

Taehyung 3:14pm

This is freedom buddy

Jimin 3:18pm

y/n…how did you get over Jihoon so fast??

Taehyung 3:20pm

Obvious…she didn’t even like him lol

Jungkook 3:20pm

Agreed 👀

Jimin 3:23pm

Oh I thought maybe she was seein someone lmao

Taehyung 3:23pm

LOL pls. she left with JUNGKOOK last night. She’s def not

Taehyung 3:23pm

Unless 👀

Jimin 3:24pm

Oh 👀

Jungkook 3:25pm

Guys😒

You roll your eyes at the last few texts before finally sending in your own messages.

y/n 3:28pm

ANYWAY

y/n 3:28pm

what movie do u wanna watch jimin?

Jimin 3:28pm

The notebook? 🥺

“Movie night tonight with some of the guys,” You lift your head to eye Ara, “You in?”

“Can’t.” She clicks her own phone off, “Meeting with the girls at a café. Ditch the boys and come.” 

“Ugh, I would but I don’t think Jimin would forgive my absence in his post break up state.” You chuckle, “He needs emotional support.”

“That’s fair.” Ara laughs as well, “I’m glad Sung is out of the picture, never liked her. I guess only me and Taehyung saw through her evil ways.”

“What?!” You laugh, “Was she that bad?”

“I need you to work on your intuition.” She starts munching on chips again. “Sometimes you got to notice the things around you…” She says more quietly before looking at her phone again. “Oh, this dress is cute, right?” She shows you the screen. “Maybe I could wear it on our double date.”

You snort at this, “What double date?”

“Ah, you’ll give in.” 

~

“You’re lucky I like this movie too, Jimin.” Taehyung says as he sits down on his couch, next to Jungkook. 

“Oh really?” Jimin lifts his head from your shoulder. “And what’s your favorite part?”

“When they die.” He says monotonously.

All three of you twist your heads in Taehyung’s direction and he blinks at all of you before slowly nodding his head, “Okay.” He snorts now, “I know how that sounded. But!” He raises his hands in surrender, “I meant it because I think it’s cute that they loved each other until the end. Jeez, do you guys really think I’m that heartless?”

“Never surprised with you, Taehyung.” You laugh out loud, “Never surprised.”

“Hey,” Jimin looks at you guys, soft eyes before he continues. “You guys are going to cry too, right?”

“Obviously.” Jungkook nods. “Now press play.”

You guys watch the movie, sniffles can be heard from everyone but Jimin is especially worked up as he mutters how beautiful the movie is. You guys eat snacks and debate another movie when Taehyung lights up excitedly. “Oh yeah! y/n!” 

“Hm?” You hum, mouth full. 

“When do you start the new position at work?” 

“Oh.” You swallow the food before looking a little unsure. “I didn’t accept actually.”

Taehyung’s lit up eyes lose all light when his eyebrows furrow, “And why not?”

“I don’t know, I’m just not that interested, I guess.” You avoid his gaze but Taehyung does not take the hint that you don’t want to talk about it.

“Not interested?” He asks, “Seriously? God, y/n. Are you always just going to hide in the shadows? Call your boss.”

“Excuse me?” You blink at him, almost amused he’s trying to tell you what to do. But mostly annoyed.

“Call him and said you made a mistake.” He says it firmly. “You’re not going to give up on this opportunity again.” 

“Taehyung.” Jungkook warns his friend. “Relax, she’s already made her decision.”

“She didn’t make any decision?” Taehyung looks at Jungkook incredulously. “You know better than anyone how dumb she’s be—”

“Dude.” Jungkook narrows his eyes at Taehyung. 

“Right, right.” Taehyung sits back on the sofa, clearly annoyed. “I’m not the bad guy here.” He mumbles, then he finds your eyes. “Just like Jungkook over here, I also care about you. I want the best for you and sometimes the best comes knocking and you ignore it.” 

“I just…” You chew your lips, feeling a little anxious. “I don’t think I can do it,” You tell him but your anxious eyes find Jungkook who is looking at you already with a softness that comforts you. You know he will talk to Taehyung and have your back. He always does. 

“You can do it.” Taehyung leans forward, shaking his head slightly. “You’re just so scarred—”

“Hey,” Jimin stands from the floor, “I think I remember seeing ice cream in the freezer. Want some?” He smiles at everyone, hoping to ease some tension. 

“Yeah.” Jungkook nods, “y/n? Ice cream?”

“Okay.” You stand too, “I’ll help.”

~

“You sure you want to leave and drive this late?” Jimin asks you as he pulls back from your hug. 

“Jimin.” You laugh at his dramatics, “It is barely 11. I think I’ll survive.” 

“Okay, let me rephrase…you sure you want to leave while I am emotionally compromised?” He jokes with you, “Ah, fine. I’ll just make Taehyung stay up with me, binging more sad movies.”

“He secretly loves it.” Jungkook chuckles while he slips on his shoes. “I’ll walk her out.”

You nod at Jungkook when Taehyung comes towards you, scooping you up for a tight hug. “Sorry for earlier.” He mumbles, pulling away but keeping his hands on your arms. “Love you.”

You look up into Taehyung’s eyes and you feel his sincerity and it makes you feel a little bad, “I know.” You tell him with a smile. “Love you too.”

“I’ll head out too.” Jungkook tells the boys, but they already assumed. “You guys still wanted to hit the gym tomorrow, right?”

“Yeah.” Jimin nods, “I’ll text when I’m up.”

“Same.” Taehyung adds. “Get home safe.”

You and Jungkook walk out of Jimin’s place and stroll down the street a little to get to your car that’s parked. You stop before unlocking it, facing Jungkook as your head bobs around. “Where did you park?”

“A little more down that way.” He points behind you. “But uh, hey…” Jungkook eyes you carefully, trying to read your expression. “About Taehyung—”

“It’s okay.” You shake your head with a small smile, “He’s—”

“He’s just being hard on you because he cares. You know that, right?” Jungkook tilts his head, big, doe eyes staring at you. Hoping you know the answer. 

“I know.” You laugh a bit humorlessly, “He makes it clear every time we get into conversations like this. But I just wish he would listen to me and just…I don’t know, let it go and let me be.” 

Jungkook lightly snorts at this, smile on his lips. “Have you met him? Is he one to ever let something go?”

“It’s just…” You look down at your feet, wondering how to word it…”It’s harder to get my feelings across to him. I…it’s always been easier venting to you and saying what I really want to say. When it comes to deeper things…you always know everything. It’s not his fault he just doesn’t get me.” 

“Hey…” Jungkook reaches for your shoulder, fingers rubbing it gently. “He does get you. I get you, yeah. But he does too…we just get you in different ways.” He tells you, a small blush on his cheeks and you wonder if it’s from the night breeze. 

“I guess.” You blow out a puff of air, shoulders slumping a little. 

“So,” Jungkook brings his hand back down to his side. “Can you tell me why you turned down the promotion?”

You look at him and feel the defeat settling, “Fine. I just…I don’t like roles like that, you know that. You know how I am. I prefer being off to the side, you know, very low key. Something—”

“Yeah. Well, we can thank your mom for that.” He says, annoyance evident.

“Jungkook.” You say his name vigorously but he ignores it. 

“What?” He takes a deep breath, “You know it’s true. God, she really messed up your whole perception of…” He gestures his hands around but you look at him, expecting an explanation. “Oh come on,” He drags out the words, “She didn’t want you to be the center of attention for anything. Literally anything. Remember when you were in middle school and you were the lead role for some play? She made you give up the role so ‘other kids had a chance.’ Or when she literally canceled your birthday party because it was ‘insensitive’ to other kids who couldn’t have parties??” 

You exhale a breath, waiting for him to continue…because you know he wants to.

“She was selfish, y/n.” He tells you softer now, “Her excuses were bullshit. She just wanted the entire spotlight on her and her campaign. Everyone and everything else was background. And now here you are afraid to receive any amount of attention that you deserve. Fucked you up.” He shakes his head, eyes going to the sky. 

Finally, you speak. “It wasn’t really like that.” You say calmly, “My mom had it rough and she wanted to prote—”

“I’m not saying that wasn’t part of it…” He looks back at you. “But she just isn’t the parent that wants better for her kid…but rather she wanted you to suffer the same way she did. To teach you what? How to be anxious?”

“It’s fine.” You glance away from his gaze. “I don’t really like the spotlight anyway.”

“Really? I can still remember how excited you were for that play.” Jungkook chuckles, “You practiced in front of your mirror all the time and you cried for like ever when she told you to give it up. Then I guess you got used to it.” 

“She really wasn’t that bad…” You say, knowing that’s not totally truthful.

“y/n…she didn’t even show up to your University graduation.” Jungkook reminds you. It should sting but this is old news. You’ve honestly healed a lot since then but it seems this is one event he really cannot let go. You were devastated at that time and Jungkook is the one who witnessed it all. You think he might continue but instead you hear him start cracking up, you lift your eyes to him and express your confusion. What is funny?

“But you know what was hilarious about that night?” He asks you, teeth poking out, ready to tease you. Ah, so that’s what’s funny. Well, you should have guessed he was going to bring it up. 

You roll your eyes and look at him, almost in a challenge. “And what exactly was so funny about that night?”

“You know how everyone always brings up the night Taehyung made us make out a few months ago to tease us?” He keeps grinning at you, devious little thing. “I wonder what they’d say if they knew.” He smirks now.

“Knew what, huh?” 

“That you tried to kiss me. The night of your graduation. You totally tried to kiss me.” He keeps smirking.

You glance away, pout on your lips. “I was drunk.”

“Uh huh.”

“Drunk and vulnerable!” You quietly shout, eyes back on him. 

He softens at this, “Yeah, you were vulnerable.” His gaze somehow eases even more. “That’s why I didn’t let you kiss me.” 

That’s why?

“Then…” You bite your bottom lip, pausing to gaze into his eyes. “Would you have if—”

“Oh.” Jungkook glances down, hand feeling his pocket before he’s pulling out his phone. He looks at the screen, “Sorry, my brother is calling me. He’s supposed to swing by my place to drop off some stuff.” He clicks the phone off though, “I’ll call him back when I get to my car.

“Jungkook—”

“—Look, about the promotion…I’m not telling you to call your boss and tell him you’ll take it…but at least reconsider.” He reaches for your hand, thumb brushing your skin, “And you might not want to be the center of the universe but to some people you are. So,” He bites his lip, concealing a smile. “Just humor us.” 

~~~

It’s Tuesday in the afternoon, fingers busy at your desk computer, trying to finish up one of your team’s projects. You work for an ad agency and you tend to do a lot of the background work but your boss has insisted you move up in the company as the lead director for all upcoming projects within your team—meaning you’ll be in charge of traveling to other places and be the head of presenting. 

You’ve already declined twice. But your boss reasons that no one is better for the job than you. He offered it a year ago, hired someone else but they’ve left the company and he’s asked you again just recently. Maybe Taehyung and Jungkook are right…maybe you should reconsider. But Jungkook is also right about you feeling a weird pressure anytime something like this happens…your moms words still echo in your mind. You laugh at yourself, feeling pathetic for still hearing her voice. You’ve healed, you’ve moved forward yet you’re still afraid and you still put restrictions on yourself. 

“y/n.” Your boss, Mr. Kim comes towards you with a flash drive in his hand. “Mind if you look over this?” He waves it around, “Hito’s team finished it up but I’d like for you to give it a once over and see if it’s actually ready.” 

“Sure.” You smile, taking the flash drive from his hand. “When do you want my thoughts?”

“As soon as possible, if you can.” He tells you. “By the way…” He glances around, “I know you’ve already rejected my offer but—”

“I’ll think about it.” You cut him off, eyes widening when you realized that you did. “Sorry, I just…you want me to reconsider the promotion, right?”

“Yes!” He grins at you. “Think about it. I’ll take it. Think you can give me an answer by the end of the month?” 

“Yeah.” You nod, smiling gratefully. Wondering where the hell your burst of motivation came from. 

“This is great news, y/n.”

~

You get home, small apartment quite a bit away from your work building—hey, maybe if you do take the promotion, you could afford something nicer and closer. Only Tuesday but the week feels long already and a bubble bath sounds so nice.

You dip your toes to test the waters, a pleasant burn from the tub makes you sink into the tub before you know it. Body already relaxing as bubbles swarm every inch of skin. Your phone that sits on the ledge of the tub vibrates and you try to somehow dry your soapy fingers before grabbing it.

Ara 9:58pm

So

Ara 9:58pm

Double date this Saturday?? For me?????

y/n 9:59pm

ugh

You look down at the screen contemplating the situation…for Ara. 

y/n 9:59pm

fine whatever

Ara 10:00pm

YAY!

Ara 10:00pm

Btw love the enthusiasm girly!

y/n 10:01pm

shut up

You laugh to yourself before deciding to scroll through your phone when an idea comes to mind.

y/n 10:06pm

hiiiiiiii

You leave the message thread before continuing to scroll through your phone. It’s been a few minutes and still no reply. You brush it off, maybe he’s already asleep. You set your phone back down on the ledge and then sink deeper into the tub. Bubbles meeting your chin and you close your eyes. Yes this feels—your phones buzzes and your eyes shoot open as your stomach swirls in excitement. You dry the tip of your fingers again before reaching for your phone.

Jungkook 10:17pm

Hey baby

y/n 10:17pm

😐

Jungkook 10:18pm

Lol okay okay

Jungkook 10:18pm

Hiiii

y/n 10:18pm

what are you doing?

Jungkook 10:20pm

Just walked in the door

y/n 10:20pm

from what?

y/n 10:20pm

from work???

Jungkook 10:23pm

Yeah its been a long ass stressful ass day 

y/n 10:23pm

its after 10 and youre just getting home?

y/n 10:23pm

lol r u lying….really from work?

Jungkook 10:24pm

Where else?

y/n 10:24pm

idk

Jungkook 10:25pm

Lol

Jungkook 10:25pm

Yes, from work y/n

y/n 10:26pm

I wasn’t insinuating anything!

Jungkook 10:28pm

Uh huh sure

y/n 10:28pm

anyway

Jungkook 10:28pm

Lol so do you want me to come over? I can shower really quick and go 

y/n 10:29pm

oh no its okay…im sure youre really tired 

Jungkook 10:31pm

So tired

Jungkook 10:31pm

But also stressed. So seeing you might be good for me 

y/n 10:32pm

wow…sex to relieve stress, huh?

Jungkook 10:32pm

Get your head out of the gutter! I was just going to VENT 🤥

y/n 10:33pm

uh huh sure

Jungkook 10:35pm

Lemme shower and ill text when im on my way 😘

After your bath you find some comfy clothes to slip into. Just a pair of shorts and an old, oversized t shirt from University. Jungkook texted like 20 minutes ago that he was on his way so you’re expecting him any minute now. And like clockwork, you can hear the ding of each number being pressed into your lock and suddenly the door is opening and Jungkook is letting himself in. 

“Hey.” He notices you coming through the entry way, “I brought stuff for tomorrow.” He holds up a duffle bag. “Figured I would just leave from here to go to work in the morning.”

“Probably a good idea.” You nod towards the bedroom. “Want to vent in bed?”

“Anything involving a bed sounds great.” He chuckles, “This day drained me.” And you think he’s right. He looks exhausted. 

You both make it to your room and he pulls the blanket back before settling in your bed, a long puff of air leaving his mouth as he relaxes into your mattress. You join him, getting cozy in your bed as well.

“Two of my most reliable employees both came down with the flu this week.” He begins his vent session, body turned towards you. “Which is not great timing considering we have a big proposal due at the end of the week for a major client. I’m basically covering all the extra work and there just isn’t enough hours in the day.” 

“Shit…that sucks, I’m sorry.” You don’t envy him. “Isn’t there anyone else who could help?”

“Everyone’s chipping in, picking up slack but only so many have knowledge on what I need help on exactly. So,” He sighs out, “That leaves me doing majority of it.” 

“Sorry, Kook.” You snuggle further into your pillow, kind of wishing you were snuggling up to him instead—as a way of offering your condolences or some kind of comfort. But you two don’t typically cuddle in bed.

“It sucks.” He laughs. “But it feels good to complain.” 

“Complaining can be fun.”

“Can be. But this is the only place I can do it. Can’t let it get to me at work, you know?”

“I get you.” You offer a small smile, “Complain to me all you want.”

“Hey, you offered. No take backs.” He grins now. “How was your day? Hm?” He snuggles into his pillow as well.

“It was…” You try to hide a sheepish smile. “Good?”

“Yeah?” He quirks a brow, trying to pry further. “How so?”

“I told my boss I’d…think about the promotion.” You admit. “I mean, I didn’t give an answer but—”

“But you’re thinking about it?” Jungkook cuts in, his eyes sparkling with something.

“Yeah.”

“Wow,” His hand goes to your cheek and he pinches it softly. “I’m proud of you. That’s something, y/n. Really proud of you.”

Ah, so they were sparkling with pride.

“Thanks.” You murmur and then crack a smile when you see Jungkook yawn out, his eyes looking tired. “You don’t really look like you have the energy for sex.” You giggle and he laughs too.

“You might be right.” He gazes at you, a look of regret passes over his features. “But don’t worry—”

“—No, you’re tired, Kook. It’s okay.”

“Don’t forget stressed.” He chuckles, cute smile on his face but yeah, the exhaustion is evident. And then you get an idea.

“Well…” Your fingers reach for his cheek, gliding them across his lips before they drag down his chest. “I could always help you relieve some stress…help you relax more.” 

Jungkook’s breath gets caught in his throat, eyes on you as he processes your words and then he’s swallowing. “Yeah?”

“Mhm.” You wiggle closer to him and he’s quick to grab your waist and help you push up against his body. “Could go down on you,” You whisper, “If that’s something you’d like.”

Jungkook playfully scoffs at you but his eyes stay on yours. “Why wouldn’t that be something I like? You have the prettiest lips. You don’t think I wouldn’t want to see them wrapped around my dick daily?” He breathes out, “Oh but I guess I’ll have to be satisfied with three days of the week, huh?”

“You’re such a smart ass.” You laugh a little, your hands sliding down his body before you have a palm lightly rubbing against his crotch. “So is that a yes?” 

“It’s always a yes,” He sighs contently, eyes slowly shutting when you’re palming him expertly, his member growing hard beneath your touch. 

“Okay.” You pause the action of your hand, both hands on Jungkook’s chest as you hint for him to lay on his back. He follows your lead, head hitting the pillow and eyes on you as you move to crawl over his body. “You smell good.” You tell him before leaning in to kiss his lips. He kisses you back slowly, lips moving together when he barely slips his tongue into your mouth. He tastes good too. 

Your hand is back on his erection but this time inside his sweatpants. The skin of his cock is warm, so warm like it’s been ready for you to touch. Waiting, anticipating, wondering where you are. Jungkook moans into your mouth when your fingers wrap around the head, thumb spreading his precum. He’s relaxing beneath you, his body sinking into the mattress.

You make your way down his body, fingers tugging at his sweatpants as you pull them down his legs. He’s not wearing underwear and you aren’t surprised. He typically will forgo them when he sleeps. Your eyes are set on his length. And his eyes are set on you. 

“Pretty.” He murmurs and you look up at him before giving him a small smile. “So pretty.” 

You take his cock in your hand, stroking him slowly before hovering over it. Your tongue licks up his base, eyes on him, gliding your tongue to the tip before circling it around a few times making Jungkook tense. “y/n…”

You continue to swirl your tongue until you wrap your lips around the head of his cock and suck on it, making him whine. God, you love the sounds he makes when you have him in your mouth like this. You want to tease him, you want to make this last so he can come hard but you also know he’s tired. And he probably wants have his cum sliding down your throat and then go to sleep. 

Your fingers continue to stroke him while you begin bobbing your head up and down, tongue working him from base to tip while your other hand fondles his balls and he’s breathing heavy, hands going to the back of your head. “You don’t want me to last, do you?”

You only hum around his cock and he laughs breathlessly, mixing a moan in there making your lower stomach fill with desire. You watch him watching you. Your head moving quicker, his cock going deeper, hitting the back of your throat and you struggle not to choke on his length—it’s impressive. 

“Baby.” He whines again, “Can I come in your mouth?” He’s trying not to come until you answer. You look up at him with your eyes that bewitch him and you hum in approval. He sighs in relief, his hips moving on their own as you continue to suck on him, fingers still stroking him, fingers still playing with his balls and you feel the way they tighten. “Coming,” He warns you, “Fuck, yes, y/n…I’m…” And then he stills himself, his hands trying to stop you from moving anymore while you feel his hot cum spill into your mouth. The way he groans loudly the moment he’s releasing into your mouth is a sound you will save for a rainy day. 

Jungkook chuckles to himself, clearly experiencing euphoria, an arm thrown over his eyes as you make your way to lay next to him. “Feeling less stressed?” You tease. He moves his arm back to his side before he’s snuggling closer to you and planting a kiss to your lips.

“Mhm.” He smiles into the kiss, adding another and another. You don’t mind. Kissing Jungkook feels nice and hey, there’s no rule that says you can’t.

~~~

You’re on your way home from the store, you were wanting to buy something cute for tomorrow’s double date—you aren’t trying to impress or anything but hey, dressing cute and buying something new is always great. You don’t have any plans tonight, maybe just some Netflix and cooking something simple for dinner.

You’re at a light when your phone starts ringing through your car’s Bluetooth and you see Jungkook’s name across the screen. You push the answer button and sing out a melodic ‘hello’.

“Are you in your car?” Jungkook immediately asks, “Your voice sounds far.”

“Yup.” You drum your fingers on top of the driving wheel. 

“Perfect. Drive here!” He tells you excitedly and then you begin to pay attention to the background noise, “We just ordered some take out and I ordered your favorite without realizing. So, come over and eat.”

“Wow,” You laugh, eyes still on the light as you wait for it to change. “You didn’t want to invite me beforehand?” You tease him. “Who’s there?”

“Are you complaining? Should I eat your share then?” He teases back. “It’s just me, Taehyung, Yoongi and Hoseok. We were playing games and got hungry.” 

“I thought I heard Hoseok laughing in the background.” 

“He’s loud.” Jungkook chuckles, “And he knows he’s loud because tell me why I said that and he looked directly at me and asked if I was talking about him.”

You start giggling at that, imagining Hoseok’s innocent face. Finally, the light turns green and you quickly try to switch lanes since you’re going to go to Jungkook’s now instead of your place. “Fine, I’m on my way.” You tell Jungkook, “I was out shopping on the other side of town so I won’t be there for like 30 minutes.”

“Good timing.” Jungkook tells you distractedly, the other boy’s voices in the background. “The food will get here around then. Just let yourself in. Drive safe!” 

“Okay, okay.” You smile, he can’t see it but he can probably tell. “See you guys soon.” And then you hang up. 

There’s traffic so it’s taking longer to get to Jungkook’s place. The weekends are usually like this, lots of people out and about and It’s after 7 on a Friday evening so it’s not surprising. But your stomach rumbles and you’re getting impatient since you’ve gotten really hungry. You can see Jungkook has texted you, probably asking where you’re at and then after a couple more minutes you are receiving another phone call.

“What?” You answer playfully annoyed.

“Where are you?” He asks, “Food got here already.”

“I think like ten minutes away.” You say. “There’s been traffic.”

“Oh.” He hums along, “Drive safe but hurry.” 

“You’re so impatient.”

“I just miss your pretty face.” He says into the phone quietly. “Miss every pretty thing about you, actually.”

You feel your stomach twist in panic? Maybe desire? Anxiety? Lust? “You didn’t say that in front of the guys did you…” You ask him slowly, your voice sounding so close to scolding.

There’s a beat before Jungkook sighs out, “I’m not telling you if I did or not.” He finally says, his tone is teasing and you swear you are going to make him pay later. “Anyway, I’m just trying to butter you up because I definitely ate your share of dumplings.”

“Jungkook!” You whine out, “Seriously?”

“Yes, seriously.” He starts laughing annoyingly into the phone. “Should I keep going about how pretty you are?”

“You’re the worst, I truly hope you know that.”

“And I truly hope you know you’re the prettiest most gorgeous—”

“—I’m going to hang up on you.” You threaten him but he just keeps cackling to himself.

“Don’t do that.” He sings out and then you hear the toilet flush in the background. You roll your eyes at the sound.

“Were you on the toilet this whole time?” You ask him and he hums into the phone nonchalantly. “Anyway, I’m going to be there soon so don’t eat more of what you ordered for me!”

“I’ll try not to.” 

And then you hang up again.

Like you said, around 10 minutes later you’re already inside the elevator of Jungkook’s fancy apartment building, waiting to reach his floor. You stand here, watching the numbers go up and you recall the last time you were in this elevator. With Jungkook. And all his teasing. The way he said he could have you so wet if he just sat you down and talked dirty to you. You believe him. He could. But also like he said, that might be too much control that you’d be giving him.

That’s a hard one for you. You typically are the one who guides a situation when you two are being sexual with one another. You just like to feel like things are under control—your control. Jungkook doesn’t mind though, you know he enjoys it but you also know he is itching to have you lose yourself for him—sexually of course. 

The elevator dings and the doors open. You stroll down the hall until you reach his front door, fingers pressing against the key code to unlock it. As soon as the door opens, your ears are met with loud laughter and talking.

“Hello.” You sing out as you slip off your shoes. You hear various ‘Hi’s’ and ‘Hey’s’ as you walk through to see your friends all in Jungkook’s living room. “Please tell me you guys left me some food.” You put your hands on the back of the couch before glancing towards the kitchen. “Or I am making you order me more.” You say, head twisting back to the living room, eyes going straight to Jungkook.

“Yes, my liege .” Jungkook dramatically bows to you but then he grins. “But there’s plenty.”

“Oh, yay.” You smile in delight, clearly satisfied. “Then carry on, I’m going to eat.”

“We’re allowed to carry on?” Taehyung asks, exaggerated shock on his face. “Oh my god, our liege is so good to us! Thank you, thank you, my queen, my—”

“—Shut up.” You laugh before heading towards the kitchen, “You aren’t going out tonight, Taehyung?”

“Nah,” He calls out, “I’m meeting a girl after this though.”

“Who?” You can hear Hoseok ask, “Someone new?”

“As if I hook up with someone twice.” Taehyung scoffs, “Well, except there is someone from the past I would totally hook up with again. She knew how to—“

“—Oh let me guess.” Yoongi cuts off Taehyung, “It’s the girl who left you the morning after. You like the chase, dude. That was the first time someone beat you to it.”

“Listen,” Taehyung’s voice gets louder, clearly getting defensive. “I was only disappointed because I thought we would hook up again in the morning!”

“Doesn’t that count as twice?” You yell out so he can hear you, your mouth getting busy with some food. 

“No!” He shouts back, “It’s the same occasion! Doesn’t count.”

“Morning sex is the best.” Jungkook chimes in, “I have to force myself not to come within 5 seconds though.”

You laugh to yourself quietly, mouth still stuffed with dinner. He’s right, he is a big fan of fucking right when he wakes up but he does struggle with not getting too lost with it and coming quickly. 

“Dude, I remember hearing you hooking up with someone back in college. It was like 7 in the morning, you had a class at 8 and the girl was screaming.” Taehyung tsks his tongue, annoyed. “I never hated being your roommate more than that moment.”

“What can I say?” You hear Jungkook chuckle and you roll your eyes. You take a few more bites of the take out Jungkook got for you before making your way into the living room. 

“Taehyung do you not remember when you hooked up with one of my friends in high school at my parent’s house? My mom told me you weren’t allowed back over for at least a month because she was so disturbed.” You remind Taehyung and he starts cracking up.

“Oh my god, I remember. It was my first time getting a blowjob, it was a big moment for me. I’m sure your parents could understand.”

“They didn’t.” You deadpan. 

“Did they hear him or something…?” Hoseok asks, almost afraid to know the answer.

“Worse.” Jungkook joins Taehyung in laughing. “Her mom walked in the bathroom that Taehyung was getting his dick sucked in.”

“Jesus, Taehyung.” Yoongi murmurs, shaking his head. “At y/n’s house?”

“Her friend was handsy, I couldn’t just say no, right?” Taehyung shrugs. But everyone looks at him with disapproval but he scoffs. “A blowjob.” He says like it’s enough reason. “A motherfucking blowjob!” 

“My mom told me I couldn’t host any gatherings after that for a while.” You take a seat next to Hoseok on the couch. Almost a week ago you were having sex with Jungkook exactly where Hoseok is sitting. 

“Remember your mom told you to stop hanging out with Taehyung because she was convinced he was going to corrupt you and take your virginity?” Jungkook looks between you and Taehyung and you both offer a grossed out face.

“Ew.” You shudder, “But yeah.”

“That’s funny that your mom thought you could actually get some action like that.” Taehyung snickers, “But you’re prude self didn’t get wild until college.”

“Hey,” You roll your eyes, “Jungkook didn’t lose his virginity until college either!”

“Okay, you lost yours during like your third year or some shit.” Taehyung gives you a pointed look before gesturing towards Jungkook, “My man over here lost his shit during the first week.”

“Truly the best first week I ever had when it came to school.” Jungkook smirks.

“You were so wasted you don’t even really remember it though?” You look at him and he shrugs.

“But I know it happened and that’s what matters.”

“You were wild back then,” Taehyung nudges Jungkook’s shoulder with his, “Too bad you’re in a dry spell now, huh?”

“Who said that?” Jungkook raises his brows at Taehyung. 

“I haven’t seen or heard anything so—”

“—You know I don’t say all the details of my sex life like you!” Jungkook counters, eyes big and defensive.

“So?” Taehyung suddenly gets more interested, his eyes narrowing and you can see the annoying curiosity lingering in them. “You’ve been—”

“—Yeah, there’s someone.” Jungkook cuts him off with a proud glint. You feel your stomach twist again for the second time today. 

“Someone?” Yoongi asks, his own curiosity growing. “As in singular? One person?”

Jungkook just nods.

“What the hell?” Hoseok’s lips lift into a grin. “Who?!”

You watch Jungkook anxiously. You know he won’t say anything…but the way he just glanced at you…you know he’s about to have his fun.

“Just someone.” He shrugs. “But I can’t tell you guys too many details, you’d get envious of me and what not.”

“Envious?” Taehyung quirks a brow, “Now I got to know more.”

“You really don’t.” Jungkook smirks, his eyes going between all of you. But they linger on yours more. “But—”

“—We really don’t need any details.” You start awkwardly laughing.

“Are you serious?” Taehyung blinks at you, “We totally do!” Then his eyes go back to Jungkook, “How good is the sex like rate it from one to ten.”

“Seriously?” You ask Taehyung, unamused. “We rate sex now?”

“y/n is just bitter because her sex with Jihoon was like a 3. She told me herself when she was drunk.” Taehyung outs you and you glare at him. But like, he’s right.

“A 3, y/n?” Jungkook’s eyes slide over to you, “Well, I hope you’ve gotten something better than that since then.”

“How long did you date Jihoon again?” Hoseok asks you.

“She was with that loser for like 5 months!” Taehyung answers for you, “Imagine have a 3 scale sex life for 5 months…”

“Was it really that bad?” Yoongi asks you and you take a deep breath.

“It wasn’t that bad!” You pout, “But okay, yeah, it wasn’t that good either.”

“Why did you,” Jungkook’s eyes find yours, his tone softer. “Why did you stay with him that long anyway? You weren’t that into him by the looks of it.”

“She was settling and then he still dumped her on Valentine’s day!” Taehyung jumps in, “God, I wanted to kick his ass. But don’t worry, y/n, the girl he’s with now is not nearly as hot as you.” 

“Getting called hot by you just doesn’t feel that flattering.” You deadpan.

“Can I say it?” Yoongi smiles at you, “Because Taehyung is right but I totally understand it just doesn’t feel like it counts when it comes from him.” He starts teasing. 

“I feel like it doesn’t count from me either for some reason.” Jungkook sighs out, “I tell her she’s pretty and she doesn’t even respond half the time.”

Stomach twists again. 

“Because you’re usually just teasing me.” You huff out.

“Oh?” Jungkook gazes at you with a darker expression, “I don’t think every time I say it it’s in a teasing way? Should I refresh your memory of moments—”

“—Nah.” You wave him off, “Anyway, when are you meeting up with your date tonight?” You direct your focus to Taehyung now.

“Late.” He answers.

“Oh,” Hoseok blurts, eyes on his phone. “Jungkook do you have a charger I could use? My phone’s on 2%.”

“Oh, yeah.” He nods, “I’m charging mine too but I know I have another charger in my room somewhere.” 

“It’s in your closet, on the top shelf inside a box.” You tell him, “I doubt you knew that since I’m the one who organized your closet last time.”

“Oh shit.” Jungkook cracks a smile. “What would I do without you?” He stands up and starts heading down the hall towards his bedroom. You look at the other guys with a straight face.

“How much you guys want to bet he won’t find it and is going to call for help?”

“A million dollars because you’re right.” Taehyung chuckles, “Not only that but he’s going to give up within a minute of searching.”

“Definitely.” You nod in agreement. “I give him another 30 seconds before he starts whining.”

“You guys are so generous because I give him maybe 10 seconds.” Yoongi says.

“You guys don’t know Jungkook or what because I give it,” He holds up 5 fingers before he’s lowering a finger one at a time, counting down. “4…3…2…1…and—”

“Hey!” Jungkook’s muffled voice echoes in the distance. “I can’t find it!”

“What did I say?” Hoseok asks around, looking proud of himself.

“I bet he didn’t even try.” You roll your eyes as you stand up, “I’ll be back.” 

You walk down the long, dark hall that leads to Jungkook’s bedroom, his walls decorated in framed photos and some other décor. Right next to bedroom door, a photo hangs that makes you heart swell every time. A picture of you, Taehyung and Jungkook when you were kids. Little Jungkook has a huge bunny grin, you with an angry expression as Taehyung has an ice cream cone getting smashed into your cheek while he’s laughing his ass off.

Some things never change, you think, the memory fond. 

You enter Jungkook’s bedroom and see his closet light on and him mumbling to himself before you walk inside. “Having trouble?” You tease him.

“You said box on top shelf but y/n there’s like 5 boxes.” He glances at you while gesturing towards the boxes above. 

“You’re right this is all my fault.” You brush past him, sarcasm thick in your voice. “How could I steer you so wrong?”

“At least you know.” He grins to himself, “I love how self-aware you are.” 

“Uh huh.” You stand on you tip toes to reach the box furthest to the right. “It’s in here.” 

“I’ll get it.” Jungkook tells you, quickly coming next to you to grab the box himself. “Let’s see…” He sings cutely, hands on either side before he’s bringing it down. “Oh.” He glances down and sees the charger right on top.

“Told you.” You say cockily, “What would you do without me, I’m so serious you’d be—”

“—Well, without you I wouldn’t be having 10 out of 10 sex.” He cuts in, his tone is playful. You gape at him, already shaking your head.

“Did you really rate our sex?”

“I knew you were secretly curious, y/n.” He grabs the charger before placing the box back on the shelf. “I didn’t want to leave you hanging.”

“You’re being so…” You motion your hands around, “I don’t know. Are you trying to rile me up today?”

“Is it working?” He asks you, his feet moving closer to you. “I told you I was missing you earlier.” 

“Oh,” You try not to smile, “You miss me because it’s been a whole 3 days? Wow,” You lift a hand to his jaw, fingers brushing against it softly and then you gaze into his eyes and speak slowly, “How have you survived?”

“Barely making it through.” He smiles lazily. “I’ve only had you once this week and it barely counts.” He tells you quietly, his forehead going to yours as his hands find your waist.

You look up into his eyes and you see he’s already affected. “Barely counts?” You ask, pretending to be offended. “Well, since it means nothing I guess I don’t have to suck your—”

“—Noooo,” Jungkook laughs, his hands rubbing your sides. “I just mean I didn’t get to do anything for you.” He leans back from you, hands going to your hips now. “But I could.”

“Hmm.” 

“Come on,” He tries pulling you closer to him. “How about you be good for me, hm? I’ll finger you and have you coming in no time. Guys won’t even think we’ve been missing for too long.” 

You raise an amused brow, “Be good for you?” You start pushing him back, leading him outside of the closet. “Are you trying to tell me what to do?” 

Jungkook stumbles backwards, doe eyes on you as you keep guiding him backwards. The back of his knees hit his mattress. You glance towards his open door, the distant sound of laughter coming from your friends can be heard. It’s a risk but…

You lift a hand to his chest, pushing him gently, forcing him to sit on the bed. “You want me to surrender myself to you, don’t you?” You ask softly, your body moving before your brain even tells it to. You lift a knee to the outside of Jungkook’s thigh and then the other, successfully sitting in his lap, straddling him. 

He looks up at you, eyes filling with need. “Yeah.” He tells you honestly, voice gentle. “But I have no control over you, do I?” 

You lower yourself more onto Jungkook’s lap, putting weight and pressure onto his cock that rests beneath you. One of your hands goes to the back of his neck, “No.” You finally tell him.

He releases a long breath, eyes lighting up in excitement. “Never say never, baby.” His hand goes to your thigh but just to prove a point, you slowly take his hand and bring it away from your legs.

“I control how you touch me, Jungkook.” You say quietly before you grind your hips a little, his member twitching from the feeling. He continues to look up at you, eyes heavy with lust, knowing this is exactly what he wants. He’s teased you enough today and you’ve always been a fan of playful revenge.

You take the same hand he originally had on your thigh and bring it your hip. You cover his large hand with your own, guiding it over your body. Hips to your waist to your breast. You cup your breast with his hand and he breathes heavily beneath you. His cock getting harder.

Finally, you pull yours and his hand back and clutch onto one finger. He watches you with curious eyes as you stare down at him. You bring his finger closer to your mouth, never breaking your eye contact with him and you roll your hips over him as you stick your tongue out and lick up his finger.

“y/n…” He sighs out.

You smirk before placing his finger between your lips and you suck on it, your tongue swirling around his single digit and he’s losing his mind as he watches you. You’re both gazing so intensely at the other. 

“Baby.” He wants to pull his finger from your mouth and crash his lips over yours and grope every inch of your body that he can. He wants to tear your clothes from your body and bend you over this very bed and fuck you until you’re crying for him. He wants to. And he knows you know that he wants to. 

He sees in your eyes how fucking delighted you are with his reaction. He knows you can feel how hard he is under you. You smirk, looking satisfied as you pull his finger from your mouth.

“Well, you survived three days.” You tell him quietly. “Let’s see if you survive a fourth.” And then you give him a smile before leaving his lap. He watches as you exit his bedroom to go back to your friends.

He stares at nothing for a moment, almost in disbelief before he’s quietly groaning to himself, little smile growing on his lips before he falls back to his bed in defeat. He looks up at the ceiling and tries to breathe evenly again. 

“God damn it.” 

~

Part Two

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but we were something, don’t you think so? roaring 20s, tossing pennies in the pool, and if my wishes came true, it would’ve been you.

⇢ title the 1.

⇢ pairing kim taehyung x f!reader

⇢ genre exes!au, non-idol!au, angst, fluff 

⇢ word count approx. 7.4k

⇢ summary a return to your hometown also means reminiscing what has been — and even pondering what could have been. but in the middle of your trip down memory lane, who should turn up but the person behind every bittersweet memory?

⇢ warnings angst!!!, crying, swearing, lots of flashbacks, lots of nostalgia and bittersweet stuff, mentions of pregnancy (not reader!!), like a 0.2 second implication that oc is shorter than taehyung??, i cried writing this (but also i’m an emotional bitch so that might just be a me problem)

⇢ italics mean it’s a flashback.

⇢ reblogs, comments and asks mean the absolute world to me. likes are very much appreciated, but a reminder that they’re not as motivating to content creators!!

⇢ reposting this bc like 4 people asked for it and i’m a people pleaser. um. yeah! enjoy 🫡 PLS IGNORE THE BANNER IT’S HORRENDOUS AND HORRIBLE QUALITY bc i made it in 5 mins after deleting the other one and also tumblr hates me !! i am not a graphics person 😭

THE SKY IS cracking open, leaking shades of gentle pink and hues of vivid orange when you step outside and onto your balcony. The soft twitter of a bird accompanies the gentle breeze that tugs at the locks of your hair as you take a small sip from the mug cradled between your hands, surveying the achingly familiar city around you.

It’s been six years, but you’re home.

Returning to your childhood city wasn’t an easy choice, but when you’d arrived late last night, memories indwelling every corner your car took, somehow, you knew you’d made the right decision. Funnily enough, it was the fountain in the town centre that really cinched it. A glimpse of it had sent you careering backward into a time when your world was a boxy smile and a deep laugh.

Now, as the sun peeks over the horizon, and your drink is drained, you exhale. Content. You have your own place. You have a steady job, a job you love. You have friends.  You’re happy. You’re home.

Life is good.

Keep reading

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headlines of the next (m.)

pairing seokjin/reader

warnings language | drinking | mention and indirect use of street drugs | implications of past domestic disputes | blood mention | shock and grief | discussions and violent depictions of murder | unprotected sex but I think that’s the least of your worries | use of both melee and ranged weaponry (guns and knives) | graphic descriptions of bodies at a crime scene | minor character death | please note: the acts depicted in this story are purely fictional. everything done by the characters is meant to be read solely as fictional behavior for the sake of plot, and is in no way a representation of their real-life image. these behaviors should not be idolized either. jungkook loves you 

summary an opportunity for a groundbreaking homicide investigation presents itself in the form of a subdued teenager right at your doorstep. now you’re faced with working alongside your colleague-turned-ex-husband to get to the bottom of it before the perpetrators can strike again. and their next plan of attack hits much too close to home

word count 36k

author’s note idea and pairing commissioned by @ahgishaman! happy birthday! thank you for giving me free rein with this idea; don’t think you expected things to turn this nasty though, woopsie daisy lol 

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Just.. just want someone to hold me too when i woke up at odd hours during twilight, is it too much to ask??😭

How can a writing so short gets my heart swell 2000 times is beyond me but that's how i feel💔

Ryen, give one scenario with 3tan Yoongi that can melt my heart and makes me a crying mess 🥺

“Question,” you whisper, softly stroking his hair with languid passes.

“Hmm.”

“Are you a light sleeper?”

He moves his head upward, and you think he’s aiming his eyes as high as possible. Adorable. “Kinda. Why.”

You pause, inhaling and exhaling deep before admitting, “If I get nightmares, I wake up.. uhm. In a tiny panic.” Stopping your brushing, you sigh. “Sorry if I end up waking you.”

“It’s all good.” He slides a hand up your stomach. “Do you get them a lot?”

“Not as much lately,” you muse, heart aching at the way his palm’s warming you through his shirt. “But… When it happens, I play something calm. Try to relax until passing out again.”

“Mm.”

“Just crossed my mind, is all.” You start your journey across his hair again. “Probably won’t even be an issue.”

However—as all timing goes—it does end up a problem. Because hours later you wake with a jolt, breathing hard and mind in a frenzy.

But Yoongi is there, half-conscious and pulling your trembling in with a strong arm.

“Fuck,” you stutter out, breaths harsh and gulps loud. “Damn it.”

He only whispers that it’s okay to your temple, and you shudder for what feels like minutes until you hear the faintest of murmurs. Of hums.

Hums?

Stilling, you hold your breath.

Because though Yoongi’s voice in the dark is rough, his low notes are soft in all the right places.

He’s…

Oh.

Your eyes slip shut in endearment, tension and panic melting from your shoulders in an instant.

As he keeps singing, you nestle into his side, knowing that you’ll never have to play something from your phone if this happens again.

All you’ll need to do is think of this moment.

The moment that Yoongi chased away your dread in the slowest, calmest, most thoughtful way he ever could.

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3tanslices: mini-scenarios!

series: three tangerines

bonus: the song he hummed❤️‍🩹

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478 drabble where they’re just starting out in their relationship and y/n figures that jungkook is a silent lover so when she needs help or something, she doesn’t come to jungkook for it and then jungkook finds out and is a little hurt by it ☹️

478: drabble

alternatively, you don’t call jungkook for help because you don’t think he would </3

[ 478 drabbles ]

8:07 PM

That looks good. Text me when you get home.

Jungkook types out simply when you send him a picture of your dessert from the dinner you’re in with your cousin, leaning back on his couch before closing his phone to resume watching his show.

It’s an abrupt end to your dinner, really. You haven’t laughed this hard with a relative outside of your immediate family for a long time — but it’s just too bad that your cousin was called for an emergency at work. She’s paid for the bill already even before you could argue that you’d handle it. There’s just two teeny-tiny problems from your cousin’s sudden exit.

She’s also your ride home, and the heavy rain that’s pouring outside the restaurant is enough to make its heavy glass doors howl from the wind alone.

It’s scary now that you think about it. You can barely see out even through the large window panes, and speaking of the window panes, they’re trembling from how hard the rain is going.

“Do you need help closing the roll-ups?” you pipe in (read: half-yell through the noise) when you see the owner of the restaurant you’ve become acquainted with for all the times you’ve eaten here, his face filled with worry because the once-locked doors already busted open with the wind.

The entirety of the staff is preoccupied with closing windows and rearranging tables, taking more precautions now that there’s still patrons in the building and almost half of them are alarmed with everything going on.

“Yes, please. But if you want to help-“ he looks apologetic, heart hurting at the thought of inconvencing one of his regulars that just happens to have a good heart. “Someone needs to go outside to bring down the roll-up, and crouch back to go inside when it’s halfway down. I-I can’t — my back’s too bad for me to do that.”

You’re not so keen at the thought that a flying piece of roof could deck you the moment you come outside to help bring down the metal roll-up, but if it means making the restaurant (your place of refuge for the time-being because you can’t go home at this state) a little more secure, then so be it.

“It’s no problem. I’ll be quick,” you assure the owner, tugging the sleeves of your sweater back down as if the few inches of fabric would protect you from the harsh rain. You count to three before going outside, much to the relief of the other patrons because the wind wouldn’t come in as much, and much to worry of the owner because he really thinks you’d be taken away by the wind.

8:43 PM

Your cousin drove you home, right?

The rain doesn’t look like it would stop anytime soon.

Jungkook’s eyes narrow at his phone, weirded out that you haven’t read his messages yet. There’s still clearly service because his texts went through, but even after almost an hour, he still hasn’t heard from you.

The restaurant’s supposed to be close to your apartment. It should only be a thirty-minute drive, could even be cut to fifteen because he rereads your previous (and many) texts of the day that your cousin drives barbarically fast.

It’s okay.

You’re probably okay.

You like texting him. You’ve probably already reached home and you’re just taking a shower.

9:30 PM

Y/N

Where are you?

Are you okay?

“Here. Eat more,” the owner coaxes you as he sets down another plate of dumplings for you to eat, practically hand-feeding you at this point because you keep insisting with a chuckle that it’s not necessary. “You risked your life out there.”

“I only closed your roll-up.”

“Yes. Still a hero,” he nods fervently, handing you iced tea this time and doesn’t stop shaking his head until you take a sip. “It looks like the rain’s gonna pass soon. Do you have a car?” he asks, making you chew faster in order to reply.

“Nope,” you shake your head, jolting a few centimeters into the air when it feels as if the thunder outside rang directly beside your eardrums.

“Do you have someone to pick you up then? Ah, didn’t you mention you have a boyfriend now? Booking a ride tonight would be impossible.”

“No, I don’t think my boyfriend would pick me up,” you mutter, recalling that Jungkook’s probably asleep right now. You’ve only been a couple for a month but you know what and what not to expect. It doesn’t hurt you particularly — it’s just that Jungkook is Jungkook.

He cares about you. He’s not that verbal nor touchy with it, but you know he cares about you. You’re just not sure if he’d brave a flood right now to pick you up, but it’s okay.

Love takes time.

10:01 PM

Please pick up my calls

Are you safe? Where are you?

Y/N please let me know where you are

“My phone won’t turn on,” you tut in exasperation, belatedly realizing that it’s been soaked already in your pocket for the ten seconds you’ve been outside. “I need to put this in rice when I get home.”

The owner frowns, still guilty that you’ve got it from helping him, but before he apologizes again, you cut him off with a smile.

“Do you have a landline?” you sheepishly ask. “I might need to call a friend. I’m about seventy percent sure he’ll drive me home.”

10:30 PM

Y/N where are you???

I’ve been calling you for the past hour

Are you home? Do you just have no service??? Is the power out???

Are you at the restaurant?? Are you with your cousin??

Where are you?

47 missed calls from Jungkook.

6:21 AM

I hope you’re home.

I’m coming over

The walls of your apartment shake.

You were pretty sure the typhoon’s already moved past your city last night and there were only semi-heavy rains left in its wake, but when you blearily look at your alarm clock (and not your phone because it’s dunked in rice), the walls of your apartment still continue to shake.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m coming! I’m coming! Who are-…” you stumble to the door in a hurry without even looking at the peephole, eyes still half-closed but slowly blinking awake when you see who’s in front of you.

“Jungkook?” you mumble, head tilting in surprise. “What are you doing here?”

“What am I doing here?” he repeats, his whole physique looking disheveled because he literally could not sleep the whole night from worrying about you. “Where were you? Were you here the whole time? I thought you were hurt,” he mumbles the last word, eyebrows still furrowed.

“I came home at what, 12 in the morning? I didn’t have a ride home when I last texted you at 8 because my cousin had to leave for a work emergency,” you recall, wincing in recollection because your body’s still heavy from the fatigue.

“What? But you don’t have a car. It was flooding last night,” he gulps, mouth still parted in worry even if he can see you right now in one piece. “How in the hell did you come home?”

“I called Yoongi.”

You shrug as you let your boyfriend know, the moment suddenly becoming tense because you realize now that you haven’t even invited him inside.

“Why didn’t you call me?”

Jungkook looks hurt, seeing more emotion now than you’ve ever seen him from the whole month you’ve been together. It makes you falter, the guilt rising to your throat.

“I didn’t know if you would answer.”

Jungkook mentally staggers at that, heart dipping in hurt.

He bites his upper lip in worry, deep into his thoughts that it’s his fault that you’ve started to doubt if he would even show up when you need help.

“Of course I would answer,” he mumbles, taking you into a deep embrace that you freeze into before you melt into his tight hold. “It’s you. I’ll always answer if it’s you.”

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