Reminder | Jjk (m)

reminder | jjk (m)

⇝ pairing: jungkook x fem!reader

⇝ summary: Whenever he flies back into town, your doorbell is the first he rings. When he has to fly out again, your bed is the last he lies in. However, you’re not stupid. You know your ex-boyfriend, that also happens to be an up-and-coming professional boxer, Jeon Jungkook, doesn’t come to you only. Unfortunately, you have no right to be jealous, not when you’re the one that ended the relationship.

⇝ genre: angst ; smut ; bit of fluff ; exes with benefits

⇝ warnings: explicit sexual content, exes, second chance, angst, fuckboy!jk, possessiveness, jealousy, exes with benefits, boxer!jk, unprotected sex(STAY SAFE), creampie, fingering, squirting, pussy slapping, oral sex (f. rec), handjob, spanking, toxicity (a lot if it), shower sex, heterosexuals (sorry), fluff if u squint, mutual pining, sooooo much pining, minors DNI

⇝ category: three-shot

⇝ wordcount: 8.6k

a/n: ck jungkook has given me brain rot and i just had to write something about it. sorry in advance.

— m.list & concept video

↓ part one ; part two →

Change is inevitable. Everything changes. Everyone changes. You love change, though. You don’t like clinging to things and you’re always up to try out new things. You’re the one in your friend group that’s always trying new items on a menu, always checking out random music, trying different things with your hair.

Maybe it’s because of the way you’ve grown up, always taught to move on and enjoy new things because life is short. No dwelling on the past, no asking yourself ‘why me?’, no fear of change in your life. That’s exactly how you’ve always been.

So, what you have trouble understanding is how you allow yourself to be in this situation right now, a book you should’ve closed a long time ago.

With your face pressed into your wet sheets, back arched, bare ass in the air and lewd moans spilling from your lips as you get fucked into your mattress by the man you broke up with 2 years ago.

“Jungkook! Slow down, I’m gonna–”

You’re cut off by a harsh slap to your left asscheek, your teeth sinking into the bunched up sheets in front of your face as the stinging and warmth from the spank spreads through your skin. You yelp in pain yet pleasure, your fingers gripping the sheets even tighter. You usually don’t orgasm from solely penetration but the overstimulation is causing you to physically feel every single one of your nerves electrifying in your nether regions.

“Cum, then. I’ll fuck you through as many orgasms as you want.” The pace of his merciless pounding never falters and it has you seeing every celestial body in the universe every time you blink. He grunts loudly as you start clenching around him, his hand reaching for your forearm and pulling it back to press it into your back as he continues to fuck you.

Your other hand reaches behind you, pressing flat into his lower abdomen to get him to slow down but he just swats your hand away. You attempt it for a second time and this time he grabs your wrist, bringing it next to your other arm that he’s already pressing into your back, now caging both of your arms in his grasp against your back as his hips slam into your ass.

A cry rips through your throat, eyes tightly squeezing shut as you drool into the covers. Your orgasm hits you like a fucking train, the knot in your stomach snapping and your entire body heats up as if you’ve been set on fire. Your slick walls constantly clench around Jungkook’s dick, making him grunt your name alongside a few swear words. His hips stutter in their movement, speed faltering as you continue to cry out in pleasure under him.

He curses under his breath, letting go of your arms. He presses his hands down on your ass until you’re fully lying on your stomach, face still pressed into the sheets. He never pulls out, on the contrary, he continues to fuck into you as you sob under him, the overstimulation has you squirming like a fish out of water.

There’s a pressure against your upper back, one that you quickly realize is his bare chest as he leans into your ear. “I’ve missed you so much,” he breathlessly says into your ear, a soft moan following his words and you feel his dick twitch inside of you. He’s close.

“Fuck,” he grunts, pressing soft kisses to your shoulder. His thrusts start getting inconsistent and sloppy.

“Jungkook,” you sob, a sniff following your cry and it’s the final thing you know he needs to get that knot in his stomach to snap. It doesn’t take long after for him to shoot his load into you, coating your walls with his cum.

He moans in your ear softly, something you swear is the single best sound on Earth. Paired with the best feeling on Earth, having Jungkook fuck the shit out of you.

After a few more lazy thrusts, continuously fucking his load into you, he comes to a full stop. His hips are still pressed into your ass and his forehead is pressed against your shoulder.

•••

2 hours ago

You’re scrubbing the last of your dirty cutlery with your soapy sponge when you hear 3 soft knocks on your front door.

It’s him.

You glance at the clock that’s hung up on the wall in your kitchen, your hands automatically reaching for the kitchen towel that you slung over your shoulder when you started washing your dishes. 10:45PM. You dry your hands and neatly drape the damp kitchen towel back over the cupboard’s handle before heading into the hallway.

You peek through the peephole but it’s blackened out, already knowing who it is with the way he always presses his thumb into your peephole to keep you from seeing him. You fight the smile that’s trying to force its way onto your lips as you reach for your keys.

With a sigh, you slowly unlock your front door. Your hand pulls on the door handle, creating a bigger gap and allowing yourself to be seen as your eyes make contact with his big brown ones and his sheepish smile.

There’s a cut on his cheekbone, bags under his eyes, his long black locks pulled back into a small bun. The layers that are too short to fit into the bun frame his face so perfectly, kissing the top of his brows and tickling his temples.

Still as gorgeous as ever.

He’s wearing a black shirt and grey sweats and he’s got luggage with him, allowing you to assume he probably came here straight from the airport. He must be absolutely exhausted. Or at least jetlagged.

You cross your arms, closing your cardigan around your torso in the process. “You’re back.” It’s all you can say, really. It’s all you ever say when he’s suddenly in front of your front door every few days or weeks.

Like it’s become some kind of inside joke, an inside joke just for the two of you.

“You’re beautiful,” he says without any hesitation right after the words leave your mouth. He always replies with these exact words but it catches you off guard every single time.

He doesn’t wait for you to invite him in, he knows you’ll let him. Like you always have. Like you always do. Like you always will.

He struts in, kicking his shoes off his feet but neatly placing them by the door next to his luggage before returning his attention to you, his big hands finding their way to your waist as he pulls you closer. You lean back a bit to glance up at him, your thumb gently grazing the cut on his cheekbone.

He doesn’t react, just stares at you as he lets you do whatever you want. He’ll always let you do whatever you want.

Because it’s no secret that Jungkook is still in love with you.

“Does it hurt?” you ask softly, bringing the same thumb down to rub his bottom lip, peeking at him through your pretty lashes.

He shakes his head, parting his lips as he takes your thumb into his mouth and slowly circles the tip of your thumb with his warm tongue.

“You must be hungry if you came here straight from the airport. I just made some pasta, you want some?” You move your other hand up to brush some of his hair out of his face.

“Hm, I can have you for dinner as well.”

You roll your eyes and take the opportunity to take your thumb out of his mouth and pry his hands off your waist to head into the kitchen. He huffs but quickly follows you, trailing behind you like a stray kitten.

•••

With your empty dinner plates in front of you, your conversation goes on. He’s just staring at you, teeth nibbling on his bottom lip. It makes him look like a bunny.

“How long are you staying in town this time?” you question, already assuming since he usually stays a week or 2 before he flies out again.

“5 days.” His answer is almost immediate, like he knew you were going to ask that question. It’s only natural, though, you usually ask him that.

“How was Paris?” you ask as you reach for your glass of water and bring it to your lips, keeping eye contact with him over the rim of your glass.

“It was good.” He leans back into his chair, rubbing his stomach which he always does after dinner. “Cold, though.”

“Yeah? I bet some lucky ladies kept you warm, no?” you tease, knowing he hates talking about that with you. You watch as he cringes, adjusting in his seat as he sits straight up.

He glances at you for a moment with a slight frown on his face and then rises to his feet, gathering the dirty plates and utensils before heading into the kitchen. You’re used to him completely ignoring questions like that.

A soft sigh leaves your lips as you momentarily look out the window. You’ve always pushed him to try new things like you do, that includes moving on from you.

He simply refuses.

You need him to move on from you so you can move on from him. It’s that simple. But every single time he stands before you, it’s like he sucks all the strength to turn him down out of your body.

The water runs and you hear the clatter of dishes, assuming he’s washing them. You get up and clean the table before walking up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your face in his back.

He dries his hands with your kitchen towel and turns around in your arms, cupping your face delicately, his pretty brown eyes scanning your features.

“Will you let me kiss you?” he quietly asks, thumb rubbing back and forth on your cheek.

He always asks this when you see him again. You always agree.

Your eyes shift from his left eye to his right repeatedly, a look of contemplation on your face. You both know that you really, really want him to, though.

Does he kiss the other people too? Does he caress their faces like he does you? Hold them so gently?

With a curt nod of your head, he finally leans down and presses his lips to yours. With your chin tilted up to meet his lips, your eyelids flutter close instantly, your heart rate picking up whilst a bubbling heat spreads through your body, starting in your stomach and growing all the way to the tips of your fingers and toes.

His lips were made to be on top of yours.

His kiss gets a bit needier, his hands holding your face so gently yet so firm, as if he’s scared to let you go. He tilts his head to the side to deepen the kiss, a soft muffled sound resounding in your throat.

The wet muscle you feel poking your lip doesn’t go unnoticed by you and you happily welcome his tongue, letting him lick into your mouth. By now his kiss has gotten heavy, tongue ready to devour you and swallow you whole.

With your hands still on his waist, you squeeze him gently, wanting to feel more of him. Needing to feel more of him.

After a few more minutes of passionate making out, he pulls back and deeply inhales. He’s still holding your face, tilting it even more to make you look up at him. “Will you let me fuck you?”

He always asks this when you see him again. You always agree.

Your heart jolts in your chest at the unexpectedly expected words. If the making out didn’t already leave you soaking, those words surely did.

You quickly nod to his question. As if you’d ever decline. He drops his hands, moving one to wrap around your wrist as he starts leading you toward your bedroom.

He sneaks his arm around your waist and pushes you toward your bed again, slowly letting you down onto your mattress. You reach for your pyjama shorts and yank them down, leaving you in your tank top and panties.

He drops down onto his knees in front of the bed, dragging you to the edge of your mattress by your thighs. You softly gasp at the sudden force pulling you, propping yourself up on your elbows as you set your gaze on him between your thighs, intently.

He takes his time, bringing his index finger to your clothed sex to gently rub all over your slit. Your hips jolt up like they’ve got a mind of their own but Jungkook presses you down by your lower stomach with one hand, shaking his head.

“Let me take my time, baby. You know I’ve missed this pussy.”

The moment those words leave his mouth, you let yourself fall back on your mattress. You’re sprawled on your bed with your ex-boyfriend in between your thighs and if you told yourself at 16 that this is who you were going to be when you grow up, that girl would’ve laughed at you.

Because you don’t dwell. You don’t go back. You don’t cling to the past.

But all those thoughts instantly disappear like fog in your head the moment Jungkook presses a kiss to your clit through your panties. A soft gasp leaves your lips, your fingers tucking under the hem of your panties as you try to yank them off.

He simply chuckles as he allows you to take them off, his eyes glued to your glistening sex. He wastes no time latching his tongue onto your wetness, licking a thick stripe up your slit before wrapping his lips around your pulsating clit. He hums in delight at the taste of you.

A cry falls from your lips, your fingers making their way to the top of his skull. You tug on the loose strands that frame his perfect face so well as you grind into his mouth.

“Hm, missed me?” he purrs, pressing you back down by pushing on your pelvic bone. He slides his hands up the back of your thighs from your ass to the back of your knees, pushing them back as he continues to devour you.

Soft moans spill from your lips as you arch your back off the bed, toes curling at the sensation of your clit being sucked on with so much fervor. “Jungkook!” you cry, pressing your palms into your eyes to try and keep yourself from bursting into tears at the pleasure.

He simply hums against your sex, dark eyes peeking up at you. His tongue slides down your slit, teasing your hole before licking back up to your clit. “There’s nothing better than the taste of this pussy,” he mumbles before wrapping his lips around your clit again, gently sucking on it.

A soft moan bubbles up the back of your throat, leaving your lips which makes him smirk against your skin. “Hm, even better than your little girlfriends?” you tease. You always use the words ‘little girlfriends’ to refer to all the girls in the city he fucks besides you, all the girls he fucks overseas, all the girls he fucks that aren’t you.

He peeks up at you again, this time a frown on his brows. You steal a glance at him when you sense him looking at you, a sheepish smile on your face. He pulls back and wipes his mouth and chin with the back of his hand as he lets go of your legs and rises to his feet.

You eternally groan at the fact that made him stop fucking you with his mouth but the show he’s giving you as he removes his shirt almost makes you thankful that he did.

“Yeah. And I fucked a bunch of ‘em in Paris,” he replies as he tugs his sweatpants down his legs, kicking them somewhere across the floor.

The slight raise in your eyebrows shows that you’re surprised. Jungkook never comments on your attempts at provoking him and mentions of other women.

You just shot yourself in the foot because you really, really don’t want to imagine him fucking someone else. You usually bring it up to provoke him and he usually dismisses it but this time, he puts a vivid image in your head and you don’t like it.

You huff as you sit up on your bed, “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” His response is immediate, his hand reaching for the hem of your tank top. You let him pull it off your body and allow him to ogle at your breasts.

He tosses your tank top at the growing pile of clothes on your floor before licking his thumb and bringing it to one of your nipples, rubbing circles around it with his wet thumb.

You sigh at the stimulation, “Were they good?” You can’t help but ask him this question, your voice coming out a bit choked but he doesn’t comment on it.

“They were fucking great.”

You almost bite a piece off your tongue, the entity that’s called Jealousy menacingly looming over your body and ready to devour you whole. You know you always provoke him but you only do it because he never responds.

You don’t comment further, you just reach for the hem of his boxers but he stops you. He swats your hands away and pushes you further back onto your mattress, so you scoot back whilst still sitting up right. He climbs into your bed next to you, sitting down on his ankles as he leans over you.

You place your hands behind you, leaning back on them as you glance up at him. He’s staring down at you, hand sliding up and down your thigh. With a little pressure, he spreads your thighs further apart and his fingers find their way back to your sex.

You grunt once his fingers make contact with your clit again, a tiny shiver running down your legs. You bend your legs at the knees, placing your feet on the edge of your bed and spreading your thighs further, still looking up at Jungkook who is staring you down like he wants to absolutely ruin you.

The tips of his middle and ring finger start rubbing consistent circles onto your pussy and you scrunch your eyebrows together, mouth falling open.

“Whose pussy is this?” he murmurs, fingers sliding down your slit and rubbing in between your folds. You moan softly at the sensation, thighs jerking in the process.

You quip, “Mine.” You know that’s not the answer he’s looking for, especially with the way his eyes narrow at you.

“Mad because I finally answered your stupid questions for once?” he scoffs, fingers sliding straight into you which earns a surprised gasp from you.

Your eyebrows scrunch together even more, your mouth still agape and your big eyes pleading for more. It’s the face you know Jungkook can’t resist, he usually kisses you right away.

But this time, he doesn’t. He doesn’t kiss you. He just stares you down as his hand starts slamming into your sex, fingers rubbing against your slick walls with each movement.

The lewd sound of your wetness almost embarrasses you but your mind is too clouded, his lustful eyes never leaving yours.

Before you can fathom what just happened, you yelp out in painful pleasure. Jungkook has retreated his fingers and brought his palm down with a slap to your wet pussy, making your legs jerk and your hands reach up to grab at his biceps.

“Ah!” you cry out at the sudden impact, your nose warming up and you know you’re about to start tearing up.

“I asked you a question.” His voice resounds inside your head, it almost makes the return of his fingers inside of you go unnoticed by you.

He fucks his fingers into you, palm slamming down on your clit whilst his fingers thrust in and out of you.

Moans spill from your throat as you hold onto his neck now, eyes squeezing shut at the delicious torture on your sex.

“Answer me, Y/N.”

You cry out when he slaps your pussy once again, your hips jolting under him but he pushes you down by your lower abdomen. He enters his fingers again, palm still continuously slamming down on your clit.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you manage to say without sobbing, the pleasure he’s giving you is making you dizzy.

“Bullshit,” he grunts, picking up the pace of his hand.

You want to pull his face closer by tugging on his neck but he doesn’t budge, his hand adamant on making you cum and it’s succeeding.

“I’m gonna cum,” you whimper, clenching around his fingers with your eyes shut tightly. You wince when he pulls his fingers out but you have no time to react when he suddenly rubs all 4 fingers in a waving motion against your clit at an incomprehensible speed.

You cry out again, squirming under him when a different kind of knot in your stomach snaps. You open your eyes just in time to watch yourself squirt all over his hand, all over your sheets, all over your floor.

All the strength in your body dissolves and you fall back against your mattress, the sensation of squirting all over your mattress still going as you writhe under him.

His torture never stops, the demonic speed in which he assaults your clit is enough to have tears bursting out of your eyesockets and the longer he keeps going, the more you keep squirting. “You gonna answer or want me to keep going?

His name falls out of your mouth in a series of sobs, “Fuck–! Yeah, I’m mad!” you admit, pushing against his arm to try and get him to finally stop.

And he does, he pulls his hand away. He takes a while to just stare you down and if you weren’t already, you’d describe the feeling as feeling naked under him.

“So then, why do you keep asking me if you know you’ll get mad?” he asks as he starts tugging his boxers down, allowing his erection to spring free. He kicks his underwear off the bed as he uses his wet hand to pump himself, essentially lubing himself up with your slick.

Not that you’d need any type of lube now, you are completely and disgustingly soaked.

You’re still on your back, trying to catch your breath when his hand slips under the back of your knee. He spreads you for him again and circles his tip all around your sensitive sex.

“Jungkook,” you warn, the effects of overstimulation making anything you say sound like a pathetic cry.

“Shhh, I know.” He pushes into you and usually circles your clit with his thumb but he doesn’t this time, for obvious reasons. You’re grateful, though. Jungkook can get pretty rough with his so-called punishments – that are absolutely sublime – but you don’t think you could take any more clit stimulation now.

He places his hands on either side of your head and leans forward, his silver chain dangling in your face. He presses a soft kiss to your lips before he pulls away to watch your face as his hips start slamming into you.

You sob his name, legs falling limb after an attempt at wrapping them around his waist. He leans down and presses his lips to your cheeks, softly kissing your tears away.

You sniffle, enjoying his proximity as he continues to fuck into you. Soft moans escape his throat too and it’s your favorite sound in the whole world. He sounds angelic. His lips retreat from your face in the meantime as he watches your face, a look of admiration on his.

“Do you kiss them as well?” you quietly whimper, sincerity in your eyes instead of the usual teaseful look.

He observes you for a moment longer, gaze dropping to your lips quickly before returning to your eyes.

You’d tease Jungkook about being with other women, something he hated and he never took the bait, and in the two years after your break up of the two of you casually having sex whenever he’s back in town, you’d never crossed the emotional territory. Because you had always taught yourself to move on, to not dwell, to not beat yourself up.

But with Jungkook, it’s just inexplicable. You want him, you need him, you breathe him.

You didn’t expect this time to be so emotional. So raw. So unchanged.

“Would kissing be worse than fucking?” he asks, dragging you out of your thoughts. You try to fight the quiver in your bottom lip but you can’t help it, your hands wrapping around each of his wrists that are caging your head in between them.

You turn your head to look away from his overwhelming gaze, pressing your lips to the side of his arm.

Out of the blue, he picks up the pace and starts fucking into you again. Several moans and cries fall from your lips, muffled by the skin of his arm. You sense his eyes on you from your peripherals but you don’t return the eye contact, you can’t. You might burst into tears. And this time it won’t be from pleasure.

He takes the opportunity to press his lips to your neck, kissing the skin under your earlobe and making his way down.

The words ‘I love you’ are stuck in your throat, threatening to blurt out. With all the strength you can gather, you swallow them down, squeezing your eyes shut tightly.

“No one will ever compare to you.” His voice is muffled from kissing your skin but you can hear him loud and clear, aside from the skin slapping and the wet sounds from your pussy being pummeled by his hips.

You shake your head in response to him, not wanting to hear that at this moment. You’ll just fall in love with him all over again and you’d rather die, you’d much rather die.

“Shut up,” you mumble after another sniffle, turning your head to face him again. He takes his lips off your throat, letting his gaze drape all over you again and it makes you feel so small.

His thrusts come to an abrupt halt, making you wince. In one swift motion, he pulls out of you with a grunt. He sits back on his ankles and gently – yet with a firm grip – turns you around onto your stomach. His hands return to your body with a tight grip around your hips, yanking your ass up into the air.

“You want to know how I fuck them? I’ll show you,” he says breathlessly as he shoves himself right back into your wetness, fingers sinking into your skin as he pounds his hips into your ass and the back of your thighs.

This is how he fucked you when you’d have an argument back when you were together, when he was mad at you, when you were acting up. He would say he didn’t want those eyes of yours looking up at him if he was fucking you with no emotion, with no warmth, with no love.

This is his way of answering your annoying questions, you suppose.

You mewl under him, your hands gripping the soaking sheets tightly to support yourself from the momentum of his thrusts. A low grunt rumbles in his chest when you clench your walls around him. His speed is almost demonic at this point, your body being sent into overdrive as your stomach tightens again.

“Jungkook! Slow down, I’m gonna–”

You’re cut off by a harsh slap to your left asscheek, your teeth sinking into the bunched up sheets in front of your face as the stinging and warmth from the spank spreads through your skin. You yelp in pain yet pleasure, your fingers gripping the sheets even tighter. You usually don’t orgasm from solely penetration but the overstimulation is causing you to physically feel every single one of your nerves electrifying in your nether regions.

“Cum, then. I’ll fuck you through as many orgasms as you want.” The pace of his merciless pounding never falters and it has you seeing every celestial body in the universe every time you blink. He grunts loudly as you start clenching around him, his hand reaching for your forearm and pulling it back to press it into your back as he continues to fuck you.

Your other hand reaches behind you, pressing flat into his lower abdomen to get him to slow down but he just swats your hand away. You attempt it for a second time and this time he grabs your wrist, bringing it next to your other arm that he’s already pressing into your back, now caging both of your arms in his grasp against your back as his hips slam into your ass.

A cry rips through your throat, eyes tightly squeezing shut as you drool into the covers. Your orgasm hits you like a fucking train, the knot in your stomach snapping and your entire body heats up as if you’ve been set on fire. Your slick walls constantly clench around Jungkook’s dick, making him grunt your name alongside a few swear words. His hips stutter in their movement, speed faltering as you continue to cry out in pleasure under him.

He curses under his breath, letting go of your arms. He presses his hands down on your ass until you’re fully lying on your stomach, face still pressed into the sheets. He never pulls out, on the contrary, he continues to fuck into you as you sob under him, the overstimulation has you squirming like a fish out of water.

There’s a pressure against your upper back, one that you quickly realize is his bare chest as he leans into your ear. “I’ve missed you so much,” he breathlessly says into your ear, a soft moan following his words and you feel his dick twitch inside of you. He’s close.

“Fuck,” he grunts, pressing soft kisses to your shoulder. His thrusts start getting inconsistent and sloppy.

“Jungkook,” you sob, a sniff following your cry and it’s the final thing you know he needs to get that knot in his stomach to snap. It doesn’t take long after for him to shoot his load into you, coating your walls with his seed.

He moans in your ear softly, something you swear is the single best sound on Earth. Paired with the best feeling on Earth, having Jungkook fuck the shit out of you.

After a few more lazy thrusts, continuously fucking his load into you, he comes to a full stop. His hips are still pressed into your ass and his forehead is pressed against your shoulder.

He pulls out and collapses onto your mattress, right next to your body. You crack one of your eyes open to peek at him. He’s on his back, the back of his hand pressed into his forehead with his eyes shut tight as he’s focused on steadying his breath.

You stare at him for a moment, captivated by his utter beauty. Your eyes trail the bridge of his nose, his pretty black lashes, his red cheeks and swollen lips. The thin layer of sweat makes him look like he’s covered in glitter, his cheeks glistening like a glazed donut, the pretty moles on his face making his soft skin look like a starry night sky.

The small cut on his cheekbone doesn’t go unnoticed by you, of course. The wound has seemingly healed but the skin around it is still purple and has some traces of yellow too. He’s way too beautiful to be fighting for a living.

You quickly avert your eyes when he opens his eyes again, staring straight at you as if he sensed you staring at him. You clear your throat awkwardly as you slowly turn onto your other side, giving him your cold back.

A finger starts drawing patterns on the bare skin of your back and you’re incapable of stopping the goosebumps from popping out of your skin. The mattress dips, telling you he’s scooting closer until he’s completely pressed up into your back.

He places his lips on your shoulder blade, not moving them, not kissing your shoulder. Just keeping them there, like they belong there, like they’re magnetized.

Neither of you say anything.

Nothing has to be said. You just enjoy the moment.

Because you know once he walks out your front door, you won’t see him until the day he has to catch another flight.

You know where he goes, you know what he does, you know how he spends the nights when he’s not with you.

He just showed you.

And you have no right to feel any way about it. You broke his heart.

Shattered his heart into so many pieces that you’re still the first one he sees when he’s back in town, you’re still the only one he actually lies with.

You’re the only one.

But you’re also not the only one.

•••

You stir, eyes fluttering open in the darkness of your room. It takes you a moment to gather your thoughts and recognize your surroundings. It’s then when you notice Jungkook’s tattooed arm lazily slung around your waist. Soft puffs leave his mouth, his breathing slow and very quiet snores fill up the room.

You silently reach for your phone, turning the screen to you and almost being blinded by the light of your phone. You squint as you try to figure out what time it is. 6:01AM.

You’re startled by the sudden jerk of his arm and you realize he’s waking up. With a turn of your head, you glance at him. He peeks at you through one eye, a sheepish smile on his lips.

“Sorry,” you start, “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

He shakes his head, his lips puckered as he leans into your face. He places his lips on your jaw, softly kissing down your neck which awakens the goosebumps on the upper layer of your skin.

You squirm once his breath hits your neck. “That tickles,” you giggle as you scoot away from him but he doesn’t let you get too far, quickly climbing on top of you.

You turn onto your back, tired eyes staring up at him, his beautiful hair falling forward which frames his face beautifully. It’s now that you’re reminded you’re both still naked and it makes your cheeks instantly heat up. Not because you’re embarrassed but because Jungkook’s body is temptation itself.

His muscles are soft and squishy now that they’re not flexed but you know how tight and hard his body really is. Your eyes trail the contours of his pecs and biceps, at least what you can make out in the dark.

His black locks must’ve escaped the elastic that kept his hair together in a bun whilst he was sleeping. Your hands automatically reach up, running your fingers through his beautiful hair to push it out of his face. “It’s getting quite long, hm?” you muse, ruffling through it in the meantime.

He lets you, of course, a soft chuckle leaving his throat as you play with his hair.

“You don’t like it?” he quips, teeth nibbling on his bottom lip. You can hear the attempt at making it sound like a joke but you know him well enough to know he values your opinion about him.

Your tongue slides over your teeth from left to right, fighting your smirk. “Are you crazy? I love it.” You tug the hair on the back of his head, smirking when he hisses at the grip you have on him.

He pokes your rib which makes you release his hair, a quiet yelp leaving your lips at the feeling. “What time is it?” he mumbles as he buries his face in the crook over your neck, leaving wet pecks all over your skin.

“6 in the fucking morning,” you groan as you squeeze his waist, nails grazing his skin gently, rubbing patterns on his exposed skin.

He grunts as he pulls away from your neck, rolling off of you in the meantime. Your eyes are greeted with his bare back as he sits up in your bed, your hand automatically tracing the back muscles he’s putting on display for you. “I should leave, Yoongi-hyung needs me to go take new photos for my passport,” he mumbles as he lazily rubs his face.

Your eyebrows raise at the mention of Jungkook’s coach-slash-manager, Min Yoongi. You haven’t seen him since the breakup. “Already?” you ask as you crawl toward him, “Can’t you stay a little while longer?” You press your bare chest into his back and wrap your arms around his waist, pressing soft kisses to his earlobe.

His hands automatically move up to yours on his chest, bringing one of your hands up to his lips to press a kiss to it. “I was supposed to do it yesterday because I ran into some trouble at the airport. I have to fly to Australia in a couple of days.” He peels your hands off his body and gets up, pulling you up with him.

“Let’s go take a shower, we passed out in all that shit,” he laughs as he nods towards the big wet patch, right where you squirted. You’re instantly reminded of the fact you both passed out right after that intense fuck session, you didn’t even clean up after yourself. Gross.

You wince in disgust and scrunch your nose up as you nod quickly, swinging your legs off the bed and placing your feet on the floor. You stand up and let him lead you to your bathroom, he could do it blindfolded – obviously, he used to live here.

You awkwardly wobble to the bathroom, the load he fucked into you last night threatening to spill out of you with each step you take.

You switch the lights on and let him close the door behind you, trapping you against it in between his arms. He takes this opportunity to kiss you softly, catching you off guard by the sudden affection.

You welcome his kiss nonetheless, your hands roaming all over his shoulders and squeezing his muscles. You can’t get enough of him.

He abruptly pulls away and rubs your bottom lip with the pad of his thumb, something unfamiliar pooling in his dark eyes as he stares you down. He parts his lips and it looks like he’s about to say something but he doesn’t. He closes his mouth and takes a step back, turning around and reaches for the lever to let the water run before he enters the shower.

A frown climbs onto your brows but you don’t comment on it. You won’t push him to talk. You quietly follow him, simply just getting into the shower and sliding the glass door shut. You cross your arms nervously as you wait for the water to heat up.

Jungkook is already used to cold showers so he hops right under, letting the droplets of water trickle down his honey skin. You reach out to him, suddenly getting the urge to slap his buttcheek, and you do.

He grunts as he glares at you over his shoulder, his buttcheeks clenching in response. You laugh as you reach for the body wash, squirting a generous amount onto your palm before you rub your hands all over his back. It’s almost like it happens automatically, he always used to ask you if you could wash his back for him.

You rub down to his buttcheeks and he whines your name childishly, making you laugh loudly. “Come on, you know I love your booty,” you tease, reaching around his waist from the back to grope his pecs.

He throws his head back in exasperation but he can’t help but chuckle, the lukewarm water finally hitting your skin. You sigh as you hold onto him, feeling his heart drum against your palm.

It’s quiet for a moment, the sound of the water hitting your bodies and the tiles filling up your eardrums. That is, until Jungkook breaks the silence.

“Have you been with anyone?” he quietly asks. The sudden question knocks the air out of your lungs for a moment because he has never asked this before in the 2 years you’ve been broken up.

Your heartbeat stutters in your chest and if you didn’t know any better, you’d say he could feel your heart thumping against his back.

“Yeah.”

Jungkook’s body tenses under your skin and it isn’t long until he turns around to face you, a blank expression on his face but he doesn’t say anything.

“Do you know how it feels knowing you’re overseas fucking other people? Even when you’re here,” you explain in a panic, heart racing as he just stares you down intently.

“You’re the one that walked out on me, Y/N.”

His words sting.

“You know why I did that, Jungkook,” you whisper, tearing your gaze away from him as you pull your arms away from him to rub your own arms in an attempt to comfort yourself.

He huffs, “Yeah, and it was bullshit.”

Your head snaps back in his direction, anger bubbling in your chest and threatening to burst out of your throat in a pathetic cry. “What’s that supposed to mean, you dickhead?”

“Exactly what you think it means.” He nonchalantly shrugs, looking away from you for a moment as he rinses the bodywash. “Breaking up with me because I was ‘gone all the time’ and had a ‘dangerous job’, but you’re still here. You still let me hold you, you still let me kiss you, you still let me fuck you.”

You scoff, pushing against his chest but he doesn’t budge. You spin on your heels and reach out to the glass door of the shower, ready to make your exit but Jungkook is quicker. He doesn’t let you.

He pulls you back by your bicep, tugging on it until your back meets his chest. “You’re not going to rob me of the little time I have with you,” he mumbles as he wraps his arms around your waist, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“Let go.”

“No.” His reply is instantaneous, arms strongly caging you in.

You blink back the tears threatening to fall, his proximity enough to calm you down yet drive you crazy. You shake your head and begin, “Jungkook, I–”

“I’ll always want you, Y/N. Just say the words.”

You freeze, breath hitching in the back of your throat. You already know this. Jungkook doesn’t shy away from telling you about his feelings and reminds you every once in a while.

Before you can let your mind wander even more, you’re turned around by his strong arms in one swift motion, both his hands moving up to cup your face.

He tilts your face to make you look at him but you stay quiet. The words he’s yearning for you to say never come.

“Kiss me,” you whimper, not able to take this silence and not in the mood for a staring competition.

He doesn’t waste any time, he instantly leans down and presses his lips against yours whilst slowly pushing you backwards until your back collides with the cold tiles.

You deepen the kiss, your hands roaming his chest as he licks into your mouth. A grunt resounds in the back of your throat at the feeling of his hand slowly making its way down your waist, to your hip, to finally your bum.

He grabs a handful of your asscheek, squeezing it and it elicits a lewd moan from you. It doesn’t take long for you to feel his growing erection inflating against your lower stomach and you reach for it.

You pump him slowly, making him grunt into your mouth. You rub your thumb all over his tip, gathering his precum and spreading it all over the head of his dick.

He pulls away from the kiss, his head dropping to your shoulder as you continue to pleasure him. His hand continues to knead your asscheek, a low swear word escaping his lips.

“Look at me,” you whisper, hand still jerking him off at a torturously slow pace.

He lifts his head off your shoulder slowly and let’s his eyes meet yours, head tilted downwards as he towers over you.

“How does it feel, knowing I did this with another man?” you ask him, a clear attempt at provoking him as you peek at him through your pretty lashes.

Something between an angry scowl and a confused frown etches onto his face and he merely grunts in response. His hand stops kneading your asscheek and before you know it, he’s turned you around, your front pressed into the tiles.

You’ve let go of his dick, hands now on each side of your breasts against the tiles in front of you. Your cheek is pressed against it as well, head turned enough to see him over your shoulder.

“I don’t want to hear about that fucking garbage,” he grunts, his hand pressed flat against the spot in between your shoulder blades as he holds you against the wall firmly.

You huff, but before you know it, his hand comes down to your asscheek in a powerful slap. It makes you jolt under his hold, a yelp ripping through your throat.

He spreads your asscheeks and slowly rubs the tip of his dick between your folds, earning a moan from you and you relax under his touch.

He pushes into you, eliciting a gasp from you at the intrusion. The delicious burn makes you arch your back more. He doesn’t really wait, he just starts slamming his hips into you, a series of cries and moans falling from your lips.

“Gonna fuck me like one of your hoes again?” you snark in between moans. Another slap to your asscheek makes you grunt and you look over your shoulder at him again.

He doesn’t even look at you, just snakes his hand around your face and drapes his palm over your mouth as he peels your face off the tiles and toward him, making you arch your back even more.

He continues to fuck angrily into you, “I fucking hate you,” he grunts, eyes glued to his dick disappearing inside of you.

You moan into his palm, eyes rolling back as the head of his dick repeatedly kisses your cervix. “Jungkook–!”

His other hand grips onto your waist, keeping you steady as he pounds into you. The strength in his hand has you seeing stars, if he put just a little more strength into it, you’re convinced he could crack your ribs.

“Come with me to Australia,” he whispers in your ear, lips softly brushing against the shell.

You close your eyes as you listen to his words. He’s often offered to take you with him, offered any way to keep seeing you, to keep being with you, to still have you.

“Please,” he whispers in desperation, the hand on your waist moving down to your sex as he furiously rubs your clit.

You cry into his hand, squirming and writhing under him but he has you under control. His thrusts never falter in speed and it has your eyes rolling back as you recognize the familiar knot in your stomach growing.

“Am gonna cum,” you whimper into his palm, but he doesn’t comment as he continues to destroy you.

He presses a kiss to the back of your ear, teeth gently nibbling on your earlobe and you slowly start losing control.

Your entire body is set alight, his hand leaving your mouth so he can listen to your pretty moans for him. Your orgasm comes to you like a punch to the gut, your eyes shutting tightly as pure bliss takes over you. You squirm under him, hips involuntarily jolting and knees buckling.

Both his hands return to your waist as he continues to fuck into you, wanting to get to his own release.

You’re fucked out, pressing your cheek against the tiles as moans continue to spill from your lips.

It doesn’t take long after for Jungkook to cum, shooting his release straight into you as he moans your name softly into your ear alongside a few swear words, which you’ve grown used to.

His thrusts get inconsistent, his breaths heavy and his grip on you loosens until he comes to a complete stop.

You stay there, mind clouded with nothing but Jungkook.

You’d considered going with him often but being on planes and having jet lag every few days wasn’t your dream, it was his. And while you would give up your life for him, you didn’t want him giving up his life for you. You know he’d start taking less fights, training, matches just to please you, to be with you, to love you.

He quietly pulls out but you don’t budge. When he notices, he takes it upon himself to clean you up, draping the showerhead over you, washing your body, your hair, his body, his hair.

The rest of the shower is quiet.

Not a single word was spoken.

•••

You both get dressed in silence, the occasional clinking of metal and ruffling of fabric being the only sounds in the room.

After he’s fully dressed and you’re back in your comfortable pajamas, you head down the corridor with him closely following behind you.

A soft exhale pushes past your lips when you unlock your front door as he puts his shoes on. You suddenly slouch, pressing your forehead against the front door. You think about the situation for a moment, the ruffling of him putting his shoes on being the only thing you hear.

“What?” he asks once he straightens his back and sees you looking out of it.

You push yourself off the door, turning to glance at him before momentarily looking away. “What are we doing, Jungkook?”

“What are you talking about?”

“This is not right.” You shake your head, your hand moving up to adjust the earring in your earlobe. “Why do you keep showing up at my front door?”

You’d never asked him that before so he’s surprised, the slight raise in his eyebrows being proof of that.

His brown eyes stare you down, a look of contemplation on his face before he takes a step closer to you – making your heartbeat mess up its perfectly fine pace.

“Why do you keep opening it for me?”

He knows he’s got you, that much is clear. You’re at fault as much as he is. You know you shouldn’t keep letting him in but you do and you always will. You’ll always want him.

He reaches for the door handle but you make no effort to move out of his way, essentially letting him cage you in between him and the door.

You really don’t want him to go.

You prepare to speak, clearing your throat in hopes that your voice doesn’t give out. “I’m trying to forget about you. You know that.”

His gaze burns holes in your irises, a whimper threatening to burst from your throat at the intensity. He leans down and presses his lips to yours in a quick kiss but pulls away too quickly for you, your lips chasing his for a split second before you realize he has already pulled away.

“I will never let you forget about me.”

The words leave his mouth with a certain arrogance yet desperation before he pulls you toward him by your waist. You think he’s going to kiss you again but he’s simply pulling you out of the way, to allow himself to open the door and leave.

And he does, your sad eyes intently watching as he exits your once-shared home and closes the door behind him, luggage in hand.

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it’s a good day to save lives and a beautiful day to ruin his.

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as surgeons, who has time for friends or love? at all costs, jungkook is determined to prove otherwise.

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pairing: 

sunshine/pediatric surgeon ! jungkook + grumpy/cardiologist surgeon ! oc 

au/genre: 

hospital / coworker / baby au 

enemies to friends to lovers

jealousy, crack, and fluff 

warnings:

an unhealthy amount of needing the validation of others

various sicknesses and unhealthy habits

competitive dynamics

explicit language

parts: 

30 / 30 (02/14/22)

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𝐚𝐜𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞. 35. feelings

acquiesce v. to accept something reluctantly but without protest. two strangers are trying to rewrite their story that was already written for them but to do that they need each other. yoongi needs y/n to keep his only dream alive and y/n needs yoongi to keep her secret hidden. so the two strangers form an unlikely alliance of playing pretend.

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꒰ m.list ➭ before • after ꒱

“I’m sorry, what are you talking about?” You asked looking at Hyewon like she grew two heads. Before she could answer, your attentions were drawn to the sound of the door slamming open. “Yoongi?” You gasped seeing him standing in the doorway panting for air. You watch as he looks around the roof before his gaze finally lands on you. You straightened yourself as he strides towards you. “What are you doing here?” You ask when he reaches you. 

“Are you okay?” His hands cup your cheeks for any sign of tears. His eyes search yours for any sign of sadness. “Did she say anything to you?” 

“What? Yeah, I’m fine.” You answered dazed from his touch. Your eyes searched Yoongi’s face to see any form of confirmation of Hyewon’s words. 

Once he sees you’re okay, he turns to Hyewon with a different tone. “I told you to leave her alone. I told you if you made her cry one more time -” 

You take Yoongi’s hand which was pointing at Hyewon accusingly. Hyewon wasn’t the least bit intimidated. Instead, she sported a condescending smirk on her face. God, you wished you had her confidence. Yoongi looks at your hand in his before looking at your face. You give him a smile. “She was apologising about that, so it’s okay.” His shoulders relaxed and the embarrassment washed over him. His cheeks dusted in rouge. You giggle at his sudden bashfulness. “Thank you for looking out for me though.” You squeezed his hand, and he gives you a smile. Your smile falls as Hyewon’s words filtered through your head. 

“What? Nothing is even happening!” Adora drunkenly joins the three of you. She breaks your linked hands and stands in between you and Hyewon. “No fighting guys! It’s my birthday!” 

“That’s not what you were saying before, Adora.” Hobi laughs.  

Adora shrugs. “Well, it doesn’t look like it’s going to happen.” You and Hyewon look at each other and laugh. Your friends join you and Taehyung finds his place by your side. He nudges your elbow, and you share a look. You give a nod and a smile to let him know you’re okay. He nods in return before turning back to the conversation.  

Your eyes search for Yoongi once more. Is there a possibility that what Hyewon said is true? Or could it be a cruel scheme Hyewon has set up to get back at you for Yoongi’s “pain”? Yoongi was whispering to Hyewon and based on his furrowed brows and Hyewon’s eyeroll, he was lecturing her. When he was finally done, Hyewon says something under her breath with a chuckle which made Yoongi shake his head. It looked like nothing was happening between them. You wanted to chastise yourself for jumping into the same conclusions everyone else did with you and Taehyung, heck, even you and Namjoon. You were always peeved at the idea that everyone believes two people of the opposite sex must be dating or, at least, fucking in order to maintain a relationship. You wanted to continue to berate yourself at your own hypocrisy, but a far more important topic is echoing in your head.  

You try to recount every single memory you had with Yoongi for any sign you missed. Why was it everyone close to Yoongi is telling you he has feelings for you but the man himself? Hyewon’s confession just left you with more questions that only Yoongi can answer. How did the last interrogation go though? You promised each other blatant honesty but his answers contradicted itself; again, you were no closer to solving the mystery of what Yoongi is to you and what you are to him. Do you even deserve to know what he thinks about you when you’re not so sure yourself? You found him attractive when you first met him. He was innocent, genuine, and chivalrous. Once you got to know him, you found his company easy despite your heart beating loudly against your chest. You were giddy at the intimacy albeit fake but that was because of the adrenaline of your schemes. Right? The fluttering in your heart when you listened to him sing beautiful promises was because of his talent and ability in music and not because of the possible meaning behind his words and who they could be directed to. Right? Your thoughts drifting to his lips whenever your gaze lands on his soft beautiful face; wondering how they would feel pressed against yours, wondering how he would taste, that’s due to your lack of experience and natural curiousity. Right? You wanted to slap yourself for recalling the memory of when his lips finally met yours. Your emotions started to turn into rage. How dare he kiss you and then end the deal the same week? How dare he ask you to stay by his side but then tell you to only be with each other when there are others around? Yes, you may be confused about what your feelings are for Yoongi but isn’t that because of him? Your lack of confidence is due to him constantly leading you on only to shut you down. You sigh suddenly feeling deflated. What’s the point in being so angry? It’s not like you could confront him about this anyway. 

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It was weird. One day you were stalking her page in jealousy and the next you’re hanging out with her like she was your friend. Hyewon waves in her seat once she sees you walk through the door. You wave back and give a tight-lipped smile. “Hey, thanks for meeting me.” Hyewon says as you sit down across from her. 

“No problem, if I’m being honest, I really wanted to continue our talk from last night.” 

Hyewon smiles at your admittance. “Well, let me clear things up. As I’ve said, Yoongi is head over heels for you. He believed you weren’t and was constantly heartbroken to see you with Taehyung.” 

“We’re just friends.” You defended. 

“Just like you thought of Yoongi and I?” Hyewon counters making you shrink. “Hey, that’s a good thing - at least for Yoongi. You feeling some type of way about me because of our closeness must mean you like him too.” 

“I’m not sure.” Hyewon frowns at this and crosses her arms. “Look, I’ve never liked anyone before and it’s not like Yoongi and I had the most straight-forward relationship - I mean given he broke up with me.” You added remembering your shared secret. 

Hyewon holds up her hand. “I already know it was fake.” 

Your blood ran cold. “So, he told you?” She nodded. “What else did he tell you?” You trusted Yoongi to keep your secret, but you couldn’t help but feel apprehensive at Hyewon’s answer. What if he felt that she would never meet you so there was no need to keep it a secret since it won’t interfere with your life anyway? 

“Just the basics, how he found out you were the one his parents tried to set him up with. So, he approached you and explained his situation and you being the angel you are, agreed to fake date to get his parents off his back. You guys made the deal to keep dating and then ended it once your parents sorted their thing out.” 

You visibly relaxed into your seat. “That’s more than just the basics. Not even our best friends know it was a fake relationship.” 

“Yeah, he told me to keep it on the downlow.” You nodded. “Anyway, you’re right. The relationship you have with Yoongi isn’t normal and because the basis of your relationship started out with a lie, you don’t know what’s real and what’s not.” 

“That’s exactly how I feel.” You jumped up in excitement. “Finally, someone who understands!” 

Hyewon shakes her head. “I know how you feel, because that’s how Yoongi feels.” Your smile fades. There it is again, the squeezing feeling in your heart. Hyewon gives you a smile. “I know, it’s hard but maybe you should speak to Yoongi about this?” You open your mouth ready to protest when she holds her hand up to stop you. “Just think about it?”  

You close your mouth and give her a smile. “Okay, I will.” Hyewon reaches out and squeezes your hand in comfort. 

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“You happy now?” You ask Adora as she stuffs her face with the cake you bought her. 

She does a shoulder dance as she eats. “Hey, can you blame me? I’m your common denominator and you’re hanging out without me.” 

“Yoongi is also a common denominator.” Hyewon points out earning an eyeroll from Adora. 

“He’s an ex, I pull higher rank now.” You couldn’t help but laugh at Adora’s way with words. “But I’m glad you two are friends now.” You and Hyewon share a smile. “The three of us can go clubbing!” Adora starts pumping her arms gaining some attention. 

You laugh giving her a hug to subdue her dancing. “Yeah, we’ll see. Clubbing is still not my thing.” 

“Guess we have to change that.” Hyewon says menacingly. 

“An accomplice!” Adora jumps out of your hold to cheer. Adora and Hyewon begin scheming while you sit and watch. You can barely handle Adora herself but with Hyewon working with her, you are no match for the two of them.  

━━━☆ 

Jungkook takes a photo of you and Taehyung the second you reach him. “You’re such dorks.” 

“I mean, of course, we are but why?” You asked setting down the snacks you bought from the convenience store. 

“Your matching outfits.” Jungkook answers popping a chip in his mouth. 

“If you’re jealous, Kook, we can match next time.” Taehyung teases ruffling his hair. 

Jungkook swats his hand away. “Ah, Hyung!” You laugh pinching his cheek while he’s off guard. “Y/n!” He swats your hand away too. You and Taehyung laugh as Jungkook raises his hands in defence. You joined Jungkook in sitting and passed Taehyung his favourite bag of chips. “I made up with Yoongi, by the way.” Jungkook confesses almost mumbling. 

You look up at him taken aback. Yoongi is a topic he rarely partakes in. Yes, he has heard your complaints to Taehyung, and he knows more than the gist of your complicated feelings towards Yoongi, but he never involves himself directly - well, not until recently at least. Jungkook has always been a kind person and he’s not the most affectionate person but he’s loyal and reliable. He usually takes on the lighter conversations, but he listens tentatively to the hard ones. “Good job, Kook.” Taehyung pats him on the back. “It’s good you’re being the bigger person.” 

Jungkook rolls his eyes. “Yeah, whatever Dad.” Taehyung chuckles giving him a nudge before returning to his food. Jungkook’s eyes meet yours and you look at him in silent appreciation. You wanted to voice your thoughts out loud, but Jungkook is hardly the sappy type. Jungkook sends you a smile and a nod. You smile back knowing – hoping he truly understood what your eyes were trying to convey to him. 

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“Y/n!” Hyewon waves you down as soon as you and Taehyung entered the café. 

You wave back and make your way to her table. “Sorry, we’ll just go over and say hi first.” 

“No, we’re hanging out with her today.”  

You looked at Taehyung perplexed. “Uh, what?” Taehyung gives you a knowing smile and walks ahead. You reached the table and sit across Hyewon while Taehyung sits next to you. You looked between the two who were just smiling at you. “Ok, so when did you guys start talking?” You ask starting to become suspicious. 

“That’s the last time I order for us. Next time, you have a complicated order, do it yourself.” Someone complains behind you. You turn and you feel a lump in your throat. “Y/n?” You love the sound of your name coming from him. It never fails to cause butterflies in your stomach. “What are you doing here?” 

“Don’t be rude. I asked y/n and Taehyung to join us.” Hyewon answered for you and pat the seat next to her. Yoongi scowls but sits down. You take note of him handing Hyewon a credit card which you assume is hers. Bribery. “You know, after everything I thought it would be nice if the four of us hang out.” 

“And why would you think that?” Yoongi asks bitterly. You tried not to flinch at his spite. Of course, he doesn’t have feelings for you. How can he? He can barely stand being in the same room as you. 

“I’m going to the toilet, be right back.” You excused yourself. This was all too confusing. You didn’t know if you could believe what Hyewon has told you. She seemed genuine when she apologised, and she seemed like a nice person after all. But you still can’t forget her hateful glare and biting words. There’s still a side to Hyewon that you need to be careful about. 

“Hey, you okay?” Hyewon asks as she joins you. “Don’t take it personally, he didn’t know about this like you.” She reassures you.  

You give her a weak smile. “I’m sorry Hyewon, but I don’t think I can believe he has any positive feelings for me at all. I mean how can I when he’s like that every time I’m around?” 

Hyewon sighs and leans on the sink. “It’s not you, it’s Taehyung. That’s why we thought that maybe meeting and getting to know Taehyung will ease him.” 

“I’ve already told him that Taehyung and I are just friends. I don’t think it’s Taehyung he has a problem with.” You roll your eyes and lean on the sink next to Hyewon. 

“Just like how everyone in his life is telling you, he’s crazy about you? Heck, even your own friends who don’t know him are telling you that and you don’t believe it.” Hyewon argues. 

“Ok, fair point.” You admitted which made Hyewon smile. “Convincing Yoongi that there’s nothing going on between Tae and I should be easy since there isn’t. Although, I don’t think sitting Tae and I next to each other is helping.” 

Hyewon nudges your arm. “Damn, you want to be next to Yoongi that bad?” Your face heats up at her teasing. “This plan is about seeing you two for what you are so it’s better if he’s facing you both. But don’t worry, there will be plenty of times we’ll saddle you next to him.” 

“Please don’t.” You begged hiding your face in embarrassment. 

Hyewon laughs taking your hands away from your face. “Come on, let’s convince that idiot. Hopefully he hasn’t killed Tae yet.” She jokes but you look at her anxiously. You make your way back and you feel your heart lighten at seeing Yoongi fight back a smile at whatever Taehyung has said. “Well, looks like we’re worrying over nothing.” Hyewon comments as you both sit down. 

“Yeah, we’re fine. More like you two are cramping our style.” Taehyung teases making you smile. “I’m gonna order for y/n and I. Hyewon can you help me pick which cake to have?” Taehyung gets up and gestures to the counter. 

“I would love to! Be right back!” Hyewon jumps up in joy and leaves with Taehyung. 

You see Yoongi poke the inside of his cheek with his tongue in annoyance. God, there’s absolutely no reason why you find that so attractive, but you do. “They’re about as subtle as a gun.” You joked trying to lighten the mood between you and Yoongi. 

He turns to you with a less annoyed expression. “Hyewon can’t be discrete to save her life.”  

You smile that he responded to your joking. “So, um, how did you two become friends in the first place?” 

“We have classes together, so we knew of each other through there. We didn’t get close until we had to partner up for a project.” You nodded and silence filled the table. 

Yoongi was waiting for you to respond but you didn’t. Once, he assumes the conversation has died, he goes on his phone to hide his disappointment. You couldn’t really pay attention to his current expression. You couldn’t stop thinking of asking the golden question. But he did technically confirm when you asked your first question. But that could mean that was how they got close in the first place. It doesn’t answer if that’s all she is to him. You see Hyewon and Taehyung make their way back and it was now or never. If you ask in front of them, they would probably give you the biggest shit-eating grin and you won’t be able to hide your embarrassment. If you ask at another time, it would be weird and out of context. You hear Hyewon laugh at something Taehyung said signalling that they were getting closer. Y/n, the time is now! “So!” You shouted making Yoongi jump. Some of the other patrons along with Hyewon and Taehyung look over at you. Hyewon grabs Taehyung’s arm to stop him from getting closer. “Sorry,” You shrink trying to ignore everyone’s stares. Yoongi puts his phone away and looks at you to continue. “So…you’re friends? She’s just a friend…to you?” You wanted to punch the air the second you asked the question. You wanted to crawl in a hole and never show your face again. You aren’t any better at subtlety in turns out. 

Yoongi chuckles before leaning over the table. “Yeah, just a friend. I don’t see her as anything more than that.” 

“Cool,” You nodded pursing your lips together. “Me too,” You agreed – for some reason. You looked away to cringe at yourself. You too?! 

Yoongi scratches the tip of his nose hiding his smile. “Cool,” 

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Min Yoongi had consumed your every waking thought for the past six months. You couldn’t even think of a time when you weren’t thinking of him. He was a distraction. He distracted you from your rules, job and social life. You had no composure or control when it came to him. Well, you didn’t have control over anything but at least someone had control. Neither you nor Yoongi had the confidence to lead the other. 

You sighed twiddling your thumbs as you stare at your ceiling. You needed to stop thinking about him. You needed a distraction. Your mind instinctively reaches for your phone. You swipe through your home screen and stop on the page with the esreservations app. The app had the red badge with the number fifty-two on it. You hadn’t gone on the app since you met Yoongi. You hadn’t had the time or energy to do reservations since you met him. But escorting was the only thing in your life that you could control – well, at least before Yoongi’s reservation. Maybe, that was what you needed to do right now. Go back to how things used to be. You open the app and open your requests tab. Luckily, the app filters the reservations from latest to oldest, so you didn’t need to sift through fifty requests until you got to the latest one. The latest request was done earlier this afternoon. Age: 24, Gender: male, Date: 11 September Friday. Request: I need to bring a plus 1 for my ex’s engagement party. This was another common request you got but you understand why your clients need you. You can only imagine the awkwardness and pity the other attendants would feel for you knowing you are the ex of the person who is clearly doing well in their life. Before you could really think it through, you accepted the request. Well, there’s no going back now. Upon sending your introductions, your client responds instantly. You repeated the terms and conditions and he agreed eagerly. You asked him for the general details of his event, but he wasn’t interested in speaking on the phone. It wasn’t unusual since most clients would like to avoid any paper trail as much as possible. The client seemed desperate enough for you to assume that he would be decent when you meet up with him. Your stomach flutters at the thought of going back to normalcy. You were anxious at the idea but felt relief at the familiarity as well. 

━━━☆ 

You arrived 3 hours prior to the appointment. You weren’t one to make the same mistakes twice. You sat in hair & makeup while you prepared the necessary paperwork. “It’s been forever since I saw you, y/n.” Ginny, the senior makeup artist, a.k.a your identity saviour, quipped as she prepares your face. “Everyone thought you ran off with that photographer.” 

You raised an eyebrow at the rumour. “Who?” 

She looks at you with a smile. “You know, the handsome photographer you bent over backwards for.” You roll your eyes at her batting her eyelashes mocking you.  

“He and I are friends; I knew him beforehand.” You dismissed going back to your paperwork. 

“Boo! You’re always so boring.” She sticks out her tongue at you making you laugh. “So, what kind of look are you going for this time?” She asks once she’s done prepping your face. 

“Well, the client needs me for his ex’s engagement party.” Ginny blows a low whistle. “Exactly, so I’m thinking of going for a bolder and sexier look? Maybe blonde with foxy makeup and a signature beauty mark.” 

“Leave it to me,” She gives you a wink before getting to work. 

━━━☆ 

A knock on your door alerted to you to your client’s presence. “Come in,” You acknowledged standing up and going to the door to greet your client. Kim opens the door and lets the broad figure in. “Hi, I’m Gloss.” You shake your client’s hand. 

“Jack,” He introduces himself. “Thank you for accepting my request.” He says as you lead him to your desk. 

You feel his dark green eyes follow you. “No need to thank me, it’s my job.” You responded just like you do every single time a client is appreciative. You always appreciated their courtesy, but you weren’t doing anything you weren’t being paid for. “So, shall we go through our backstory?” You sit down on the chair next to him. 

Jack is a rich socialite with a hobby of travelling. Known to never be in one place for too long. That is until, he met Chaeyeon. She was his translator hired by his parents and he fell for her at first sight. He loved her so much he transferred to the Korea branch and even learned her language. They were perfect and in love until they weren’t. It had been three years since they broke up and she clearly had moved on. Although his parents allowed him to work in Korea and they never mentioned any distaste for Chaeyeon when Jack told his parents his plans of proposing, their true feelings came to light. In the end, they gave an ultimatum – his inheritance or Chaeyeon. You obviously knew where it went from there. He was a peculiar one. Most clients looking for a date when an ex is involved is usually because they were dumped or embarrassed. Jack made his choice, and you didn’t understand why he would want to bring a date to the “love of his life’s” engagement unless he wanted to hurt her all over again? You shook your thoughts away. It wasn’t your place to judge your clients. You are supposed to be a safe place – free of judgement. It is just a job, after all.

After understanding the background, you start establishing his “dream girl”. Initially, you would have thought it was someone sweet and pure as he described Chaeyeon, but you were the opposite. Your name is Mae, a rich socialite with a taste of the fine life. A fun party girl but is at least classy about it. The kind of girl that steals the show. You were unnerved by his requests but again, this is your job. Unsurprisingly, you guys had the same social circle and have always had a flirty relationship but never went further. But then, he found solace in you and what was once a distraction to forget became a reason for him to start again and get his shit together. You nodded your head impressed at his story boarding skills. Almost like he had this grand story in his head for years. Maybe he’s a hopeless romantic? 

You leaned back in your seat as you begin diving into Jack’s personal life. Best friend? Mason, another rich socialite who he grew up with. They were even neighbours and would go up to his parents’ lake cabin to ride jet skis and drink. Degree? “MBA and I’m only 24.” He emphasises irking you again. You had been out of the game for too long. Of course, you have had your fair share of clients who believed they were God’s gift to women. You always had to bite back the question, then why are you here? And you had gotten good at it too – being stoic and professional. Never wavering no matter, the crap coming out of their mouths. You were good at steeling yourself for the worst and keeping a poker face.  

Your usual routine was to interview the client, set up the backstory, study the client’s life, then get ready for the event. Usually, the clients leave so that the two of you can go and get ready. Jack didn’t. “Would it be okay if I help choose what you’ll be wearing?” He asks when you hinted at parting ways before the time of the reservation. 

You hesitated before forming a smile. “Of course, do you have any suggestions?” 

“I don’t really know much about fashion. Do you have some options for me?” Accepting that he isn’t going to leave, you get up and lead him to the wardrobe section of hair and makeup. As you enter the room, you lock eyes with Ginny who was styling Hyunjin. The pair found it odd seeing a client follow you through the backstage process. It was allowed, of course, but it was a first for you. You greeted Toni who is the head stylist of esreservations. “Hi, I’m Jack.” He extends his hand for Toni to shake which he took graciously. “In terms of style wise, I want Gloss –” 

“Mae,” You corrected. “You should get used to saying my name.” You explained after seeing his face drop. 

In a blink of an eye, he flashes his pearly whites. “Oh, that’s right!” He clears his throat to move on. “I want, Mae, to look classy but alluring. Mature but feminine. The kind of dress that would make it seem like she’s leagues above the normal people.” He addresses Toni who gives you a look. You’re surprised Jack doesn’t dare say the word ‘peasant’. “You know, I want her to look like she comes from money but not fake money. Not how people show off their designer anything which they’re paying with 15 credit cards. Subtle rich vibes, ya know?” 

“I’ll see what I can do.” Toni answers slowly. This wasn’t the first client to be so demanding and obnoxious, but it still wasn’t something to get used to. And demanding is the perfect word to describe Jack. “This is option six.” Toni announces as he opens the dressing room curtain for you. You went through five outfits that did not only fit the bill of what Jack needed but they were also ones you really liked. It was starting to get annoying for you and insulting for Toni. He wasn’t designer of the year for nothing. 

You stepped out in a black knit set which didn’t seem to impress Jack at all. “Spin around for me.” You clench your jaw at how he was leaning back in his chair with his legs spread and his finger waving you around but spun around, nonetheless. He straightened himself upon seeing the backless feature. “This is the one.” He says making you sigh in relief. “You should have your hair up though – it’ll make the backless feature stand out more.” You see Ginny pretending to hit him behind his back. You can only imagine if it was Ginny he was picking apart. There wouldn’t be anything left of him. Well, you’ll give it to him, he does have taste. You watched yourself through the mirrors as you make your way to Ginny. The fluffy long sleeve was warm and classy, and the black skirt hugged your hips nicely. The backless feature gave the seductive edge that he wanted while remaining modest. Toni accessorised you with a designer bag and subtle but expensive jewellery. 

“I don’t know how you do it, y/n.” Ginny comments once you reach her. “If it was me, the dude wouldn’t have a mouth to flap.” 

You laugh. “And that’s why you’re the stylist and I’m the escort.” 

She shakes her head in disappointment. “Are they all like this?” She starts gathering the wig for a low bun. 

You can’t help the shy smile form as you think of him. “Not all of them.” 

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The night went off without a hitch. It’s been a while since that happened. Chaeyeon was as lovely as Jack had described her – maybe even more. She was even happy for him that he found someone else. You nearly felt sorry for Jack if only you weren’t reminded of his attitude problem. Sure, he grew up with the world at his feet but that didn’t mean his behaviour was acceptable. During the night, he and Chaeyeon slipped off somewhere. It wasn’t your concern. The entire night he watched her with stars in his eyes. Chaeyeon noticed it as well since she was the one that asked to speak privately. You hope she doesn’t fall for it. Her fiancée was the polar opposite of Jack. He was soft, kind and humble. At least from what you can tell. I mean what kind of man would allow his woman to bring an ex-lover to their celebration?  

When Jack came back, it was like a switch had flipped. His attention was on you for the rest of the night. You assumed Chaeyeon set him straight and killed any belief of hope he had left. He even took you back to the HQ which you would never peg him to do since the night was over. 

“Thank you for tonight.” Jack says once you were on your floor. 

You smile. “Again, no need to thank me for doing my job.” 

Jack breathes out a chuckle and runs his hand through his hair. What a waste of good looks, you think as you watch his hair fall back into place framing his forehead. “I know but you saved my face tonight. If it weren’t for you, everyone would be pitying me.” You wave his appreciation off as no big deal. He takes your hand lightly and kisses your knuckle. “So, thank you.” He looks up at you with your hand still in his. 

You give him a tight-lipped smile before slipping your hand away. “You’re welcome. Good night, Jack. Get home safe.” He nods and slips back into the elevator. Once the elevator door closes your smile falls. “Because sending heart eyes to your ex from across the room doesn’t call for sympathy?” You criticised under your breath. It wasn’t anything personal against Jack. Yes, he was a jerk at times, but you made sure to see the red flags of your clients to avoid catching any form of affection for them – whether that’d be attraction or sympathy. It’s just a job and it requires professionalism. Nothing personal. Kim gives you a knowing smile from hearing your comment which you return.  

You head to the styling room to return everything. Ginny and Toni were sitting down having tea when you entered. “How awful was he on a scale from one to ten?” Toni asks as you remove the wig. 

“Considering, the worst thing he did was send love signals to his ex – one?” You started the process of removing the makeup after taking off the jewellery you had on. 

“One? That’s low for someone who didn’t do anything that bad.” Hyunjin joins in rubbing his wet hair with a towel. 

“Well, he was already at a zero from this afternoon.” 

“Fair,” Hyunjin agrees along with Ginny and Toni nodding in the back. 

“Upped to a four for not being an asshole at all making everything easier. Then back to a three for staring at his ex all night. And then a two for going off somewhere with said ex.” Everyone in the room cringed at the red flag. “And then he dropped down to a one for kissing my hand when we said goodbye.” They laughed at your reasoning. 

“For most girls, including myself, that would at least up him to a four.” Ginny argues despite admitting to wanting to decapitate him earlier. 

“You should have seen his face.” You leave the dressing room in your own clothes. You put the set in the laundry hamper. “He looked at me as if I was supposed to get weak-knees.” You dry heaved to make a point. 

“Ah, the good old bedroom eyes.” Toni starts wiggling his eyebrows. “I mean, you don’t always have to like who you find attractive or sleep with.” 

“Please, I’d rather wipe my makeup off with sandpaper.” Everyone visibly cringed at the idea. 

“Okay, we get it. He’s awful and you’re not interested.” Ginny holds her hand up for you to stop. Being a makeup artist herself, that analogy felt personal. 

“Does y/n ever like any of her clients?” Hyunjin brings up the age-old question. 

“Like Toni says, I don’t have to like them.” You answered deadpan. 

Hyunjin rolls his eyes. “Yeah, it’s a job for me too. But there were some clients that I didn’t mind or even liked – not enough to want to take it somewhere but enough to enjoy my job and what I’m doing with them.” 

“Nope, not a single one pops to mind.” You shrug popping the p in nope. An obvious lie but they didn’t need to know otherwise.

“She’s not the iron maiden for nothing.” Toni reminds Hyunjin of your nickname. “When I asked Hyori why she recruited y/n, she said, and verbatim, she’s strong and uninterested.” It was your turn to laugh.  

It was true. Growing up, your parents taught you discipline. Once you had your mind set on something, there is no going back. You were always so sure and headstrong. Once you set the rules for this job, you never looked back. You not once felt tempted to break any of the rules. It was your control system. “Alright, I’m heading home. It’s a long train ride back.” You get up and waved your goodbyes. You made your way-out saying goodbye to Kim. You turn your phone off airplane mood and go through your notifications as you waited for the elevator. 

Despite everything that was said, you were glad you took up the request. It reminded you of how it used to be and how it could go back to normal if you wanted it. A reset. A life with control. A life without Yoongi. Your smile twitched at the thought. You didn’t like it, but you had to think about why you need it. You needed a break from the confusion and heartache. You were tired. It’s for the best. You needed to let go, you concluded as you stepped outside the building. The cool air greets your cheeks making you sigh in pleasure. You turn to make your way to the station when you see Yoongi on his phone leaning against the building. He had his earphones in, and his phone screen was the only reason you knew it was him as it illuminated his face. As if he sensed your gaze, he looks up locking eyes with you. He puts his phone away and takes out his earphones. “You done for the night?” He asks casually pushing himself off the wall. 

“Yeah,” You watch him make his way toward you. You could only look up at him dumbly. 

“Let’s go home then,” He nods his head towards the station. He doesn’t wait for your response and starts walking with his hands in his pockets. You catch up to him but stepped further to be ahead of him in your pettiness. 

━━━☆ 

As usual, you both spent the train ride home in silence. Again, it was a comfortable silence. Yoongi didn’t say anything or even looked your way during the entire ride. You wondered why he bothered coming all that way if he was going to be so distant. You wanted to pout. How can he be so hot and cold? You followed him off the train and walked back to your dorm. It was late but you didn’t want it to end. You watch him lead you to your dorm building. Another night where he drops you off without a word. Before giving yourself time to hesitate, you grab his sleeve. He stops once he feels your pull. He turns looking at you with curiosity – the first time of the night, he’s shown any emotion. “Are you hungry?” 

He finally smirks. “Are you paying?” You wanted to slap that smirk of his face. Why is your heart beating so loud at seeing him smile? Why are you feeling funny at the sight of him being playful. You could only nod in response, worried the lump in your throat would be clear. “Alright, let’s go.” 

Yoongi takes you to one of the few restaurants open late. You sit across from him and feel nostalgic. It’s been a while since you’ve eaten together just the two of you. “So, how did you know where I was?” You finally asked while you eat. 

“I still have my account.” He answers mid-chew. You hummed acknowledging his explanation. The real question is, why? “Did you reply to Jungkook?” 

You tilt your head in confusion. “He didn’t message me?” 

Yoongi clenches his jaw. You see betrayal flash in his eyes. “He said he couldn’t get in contact with you and was asking me if I knew where you were.” 

“Oh, well Tae messaged me, but it wasn’t like he was trying his hardest to get in contact with me.” You chuckle. If sending two messages is even called an attempt. 

Yoongi rolls his eyes and leans back in his seat. “I should have known. I mean why would they think I would know where to find you of all people?” 

Your smile falters. “You did know where to find me though.” Yoongi looks into your eyes. “Of all people, you are probably the best person to come looking for me.” He smiles pleased with your compliment. 

“I’m the best person because I know where to find you or it’s because it’s me that’s looking for you?” Yoongi leans on the table with the same mischievous twinkle in his eyes. 

You flush and lean away. “Look at it however you want.” Yoongi laughs at your bashfulness. You don’t know if you missed Yoongi’s smoothness or not. It always made your hear race but too much where you think you might die – you swear it’s not an exaggeration.

━━━☆ 

You weren’t surprised when you woke up the next day and saw another request from Jack. You didn’t know why, even though he was a walking red flag of a client, you accepted his request. A part of you was intrigued to see how it will go. Call it unprofessional but your client’s lives were entertaining and you got front row seats to it all. Another part of you associated the feeling of normalcy to him.  

After sorting the details with Jack, you message Yoongi. You hadn’t got home until 3 am and once you were, you were knocked out once your head lay on your soft pillow. You recollect last night. After a bumpy start, you and Yoongi fell back into rhythm. You caught each other up about what you could with such little time you had. You eventually had to move the conversation to a nearby park since it was so late. It felt like years since you felt at ease with him. You laughed and teased each other like there was nothing going on between the two of you. Maybe there isn’t. Maybe you needed to relax and stop overthinking things. Your relationship with Yoongi came naturally when you stopped thinking too much and let go. Keep things simple and enjoy yourself. But the night had to come to an end. You didn’t want it to end. You didn’t want to let the nerves come back and ruin things for you again. Yoongi had to basically force you into your bed. You denied it but he could see your eyes fighting to close. He didn’t take your lame excuse of having dry eyes. He carried you on his back from the park to your dorm. You were too tired to fight him about it. When he bent over and showed you his warm inviting back, how could you say no in your sleep-deprived state? Well, you didn’t really want to miss out on the opportunity. You relished in the feeling of him. It’s been so long since you got to be so close to him. It was like the night he asked you to stay over but this was a different kind of intimacy. When you laid with him, you listened to the sound of his heart beating. You listened as if it was talking to you. You relished in the light sway of your head in the rhythm of his breathing rocking you like you were in a cradle. Your back and arms burned at the weight of his arms around you almost like you wanted to have a permanent reminder of the feeling. This time, you could feel the warmth radiating from his back. You could hear his breaths with every step he took. You could see the hairs on his face raising due to the night breeze. You couldn’t stop your smile. You buried your face in his neck to hide your happiness. He still smells the same from that night. Your heart squeezed at the thought. He’s still the same person you remembered. But things aren’t the same anymore. 

You thank Yoongi for taking you home. You can’t remember if you managed to say thank you when he laid you down in your bed. Your heart started racing at his replies. Why does he do this to you? You squealed into your pillow once you read his words. If Taehyung was here, he would think your standards are low. If Jungkook was here, he would think you’re crazy. Maybe they would be right. 

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“Why would you take another request from him?” Ginny screeches when you ask for the same look as last time since you had Jack again. “He was insufferable!” 

“Good thing, I’m the one going on a date with him and not you.” You laugh as situate yourself on the seat.  

She shakes her head but prepares the same wig as last time. “I’m telling you, y/n, this guy is bad news.” Ginny looks you in the eyes after putting on your wig cap to show how serious she was. 

You only smile. “A trust fund baby, they’re the worst.” She visibly frowns at your joking. “He’s fine, Gin. He’s a jerk, sure. Maybe have some psychological issues but honestly, what sane person would hire a fake girlfriend or boyfriend to lie to people they know?” 

“Okay, fine. But don’t say I didn’t tell you so.” She points her finger at you making you raise your hands up in surrender. She laughs and shakes her head getting to work. 

━━━☆ 

Because it was the second meeting, your preparation with Jack didn’t take as long. He went through the basis of the event which is a business dinner party. What he expected of you, same as before, esteemed socialite who will make everyone jealous of him. Of course, he wanted to choose your outfit as well. After going through a couple of options that didn’t hit the “mark”. He got up himself and went through the wardrobe. “He’s a control-freak, if anything.” Toni whispers to you as you watch Jack go through the clothes frustrated. 

“More like a freak in general.” Ginny comes up from behind scaring you. 

You put your hand over your chest. “God, you really don’t like him, do you?” Before Ginny could answer, Jack comes back with a gorgeous tight-fitting black velvet dress. “Well, you must give it to him. He’s got some taste.” You commended. 

“With a fetish for backs, I guess.” Ginny comments making you smile.  

You go up to Jack and take the dress from him graciously. Toni follows with a pair of heels and bag in hand. You put the dress on, and Ginny was right. He must have some kind of fetish for backs because once again you are in a backless dress. You wouldn’t say it’s quite appropriate for a work dinner, but the guy did want you to stand out and it did fit your profile. You stepped out and Toni hands you the bag. “This is the one, you look gorgeous.” Jack stands up and takes your hand. 

You watch Ginny sour, and you give him a small smile. “Thank you,” You let go of his hand naturally by going over the accessories. “Which do you think would go with this, Toni?” 

Toni steps up and stands next to you. “Keep it simple, love. Let’s go with this.” He hands you a pair of small but thick silver hoop earrings and a beautiful ring to match. You both turned to Jack who only nods and walks away seemingly uninterested. You share a look with Toni at Jack’s sudden mood change before heading over to Ginny to finish with hair and makeup. 

━━━☆ 

Unlike the first reservation, Jack was by your side the entire night. Most likely because he didn’t have Chaeyeon to distract him. He either had his arm wrapped around your waist or had his hand guiding the small of your back. You weren’t uncomfortable with the skinship. It’s expected. Some clients are touchier than others but to be fair, you are supposed to be dating them. If they don’t go any further or push their luck, it’s fine. You don’t even blink at their touch. You can’t afford to. The entire night, he showed you off to anyone and everyone. You feel some eyes linger on your form as you pass to greet another person. Another thing you had to get used to. The night was a success. You laughed at all his jokes, charmed everyone you spoke to, and Jack was tolerable this time. Maybe it was because he was in front of people he worked with.  

The dinner was coming to an end. The boat had returned to the dock, and you were both outside speaking to each other about nothing real. A fake conversation of pleasantries and small talk. ‘Did you enjoy your night? What did you think of dinner?’ Normal things a couple would speak about. It was only interrupted when one of the top managers had requested Jack for business. Jack apologises to you and leaves you with a kiss on your hand. A normal sign of affection for couples. You give him a loving smile and waved him off. Once he was gone, you frowned. You couldn’t help but remember the last time he pulled that stunt. He still had the same greasy eyes as last time. You shivered at the thought. You took your phone out to kill the time – something you wouldn’t normally do but everyone seemed to be finished for the night and there was nothing to do. You turn your phone off airplane mode and scrolled through your Instagram when you received a message from Yoongi. Even though you know you couldn’t see him, you still looked up and looked over at the parking lot. There were other people in the parking lot either leaving from the cruise or other people enjoying the river. You couldn’t pick him out from the crowd, but you weren’t surprised, he was most likely camouflaged in all black.  

You put your phone away suddenly regaining your energy back again. As you turn to look for Jack, you bump right into him. “Oh, sorry!” You squeaked. 

He holds you in his arms to stabilise you since you were in heels. “It’s alright, love.” He soothes his hands drifting from your arms to your waist. 

It was normal. You knew that. But you didn’t like the way he looked at you. It was eerie how good he was at looking like he loved you. Is this how all your clients feel when you start the show? “Are we nearly done?” You ask sounding too professional. Jack’s eyes steel at your tone. “I want to go home, baby. These heels are killing me, and you owe me a foot rub when we get home!” You pout and playfully smack his arm and left your hand on his arm to return the affection. 

Jack’s eyes light up again. “I’m sorry, love. I must take a rain check on that massage.” You tilt your head confused and cross your arms pretending to be upset. “Oh, don’t be like that.” He takes your hand and you let him. “You know, I have work to do.” 

“Doesn’t mean I can't get upset when it steals you away.” You answer with a slight whine. This comes naturally to you. It was a first that a client ended the night short, but you knew all the big shots love to be wanted – no, needed by their lover. 

Jack smiles satisfied. “Nothing can keep me away from you, my love.” He brings your hand up to his lips and kisses your knuckles once again. You watch his eyes filled with sincerity and force a smile. You watch his eyes bore into yours as he straightens. A warm feeling blossoms in the pit of your stomach. He guides your hand down and gives you a smile. “I’ll see you at home, my love.” He kisses your cheek and gestures for you to head to the dock. Why does he say it like that? You could feel the rumble of his voice when he calls you that intimate nickname. You make your way to the gangway stopping to look back to find Jack already gone from where you left him. Well, the night is over. You exchanged goodbyes with the strangers you pretended to remember and make your way to the parking lot. 

You shake your thoughts away and collect yourself. The walk to the parking lot was long and excruciating. You had to fight the skip in your step once you finally see Yoongi. It was no wonder you couldn’t find him; the man is in all black as you suspected. “It’s no fair, how am I supposed to see you when you’re camouflaged with the dark?” You teased as soon as you reached him. 

“It’s not my fault, you look like a glow in the dark stick.” He retorts making you smack him playfully. “Those heels must be killing you.” He comments making you look at the stilettos in question. 

“It’s what I get paid for.” You laughed and shrug nonchalantly, but Yoongi doesn’t share your amusement. “I’m used to it, Yoongs. I’m fine.” He doesn’t say anything and bends down pulling out a pair of slippers from a grocery bag placing them by your feet. Your body suddenly felt warm despite the lack of clothing you had and the cool night air. Yoongi didn’t even wait for you to register what has happened as he began unbuckling the straps on your ankles; the tension finally releasing. He gently guides your feet off and places it directly underneath the pair of slippers and he does the same for the other side. He places the heels in the bag and gets up from the ground. 

“Let’s go.” He says gesturing to the taxi stands outside the parking lot. He doesn’t wait for you again and you watch him walk off carrying your heels with him.

[a/n] another chapter after fifty years of silence. ik i have run out of energy, motivation and time to continue this series and i doubt anyone cares anymore but it is unfinished so i will keep going even if it takes me literally fifty years to finish this series. i'm so sorry, i have no excuses i can give you if you are still following this series. i'm just grateful that you are

sorry if the writing is shit. i had a hard time writing this and it's not edited :(

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reminder | jjk (m) pt. 2

⇝ pairing: jungkook x fem!reader

⇝ summary: Whenever he flies back into town, your doorbell is the first he rings. When he has to fly out again, your bed is the last he lies in. However, you’re not stupid. You know your ex-boyfriend, that also happens to be an up-and-coming professional boxer, Jeon Jungkook, doesn’t come to you only. Unfortunately, you have no right to be jealous, not when you’re the one that ended the relationship.

⇝ genre: angst ; smut ; bit of fluff ; exes with benefits

⇝ warnings: explicit sexual content, angst i mean a lot of angst, so much pining, exes 2 lovers, exes with benefits, flashback, this part is just backstory tbh, vaginal sex, sad love making, unprotected sex (STAY SAFE), creampie, possessive!jk, obsessive!jk, boxer!jk, mentions of injury, mentions of blood, yoongi cameo, marking, bruising, overstimulation, jealous!reader, arguing, angry!jk, forceful restraining, a lot of crying, minors DNI

⇝ category: three-shot

⇝ wordcount: 8.6k

a/n: i originally wasnt planning on making this a two parter but the love yall gave pt 1 was so overwhelming esp since i just got back into writing. all the support has been so amazing and it made me wanna give u a second part. thank u sm <3

a/n 2: i might add a part 3/final part but that rlly depends on whether u guys would even want that or if you’re okay with this ending. cause i could easily make part 3 sad as hell 🤭🤭🤭

— m.list & concept video

<- part one ; part two ↓ ; part three ->

2 years earlier

“No.”

“Okay, then I’ll just tell Yoongi-hyung to take less matches.” His attempts at trying to reason with you shoot daggers straight into your heart. His hands are tightly gripping your waist, heavy with fear that you’ll slip through his fingers.

“Jungkook.” His name leaves your mouth in a quiet sigh, your eyes avoiding his desperate ones as you keep your gaze glued to the wall over his left shoulder. “Just stop.”

“No, I’m not going to stop,” he declares with a pinch of hopelessness in his tone, his brows scrunched together as his eyes keep desperately searching for yours. “Please, just look at me.”

You’re convinced the lump in your throat is lathered in sand paper because swallowing your anxiety is getting harder by the minute.

His hand gently cups the side of your face, the pad of his rough thumb softly rubbing the apple of your burning cheek. “Look at me, Y/N.”

Your eyes slowly trail back to his and the sight in front of you is exactly what you’d feared. His pretty brown eyes are now pools of despair and distress and it won’t take long for you to drown in them because once you do, there’ll be no turning back. You’re not strong enough to deny him.

Heavy silence settles around the two of you, the air thick with turmoil and bitterness. His proximity and his desperation breaks your resolve faster than a thin layer of ice on a rain puddle.

A deep exhale pushes past your lips, your arms still limp by your side as you let him tilt your face up to look at him properly. You finally break the silence as you speak up, “Maybe we should just–”

“No.”

His abrupt ‘no’ immediately cuts you off but you can’t say that you didn’t expect that.

“Don’t ever suggest that again,” he adds, a stern frown on his face.

Jungkook comes from a line of short relationships and situationships and when he initially started talking to you, that’s how he thought it was going to end with you. Just a few months of fun but he was proved horribly wrong and it was like a punch to the gut for him.

He never expected that the little things would ever matter to him, that he would ever pay attention to any of it. Because he never did.

You were different.

He fell in love with everything about you. 

Your eyes. Your smile. Your lips. The bridge of your nose.

The way your tongue pokes out at the corner of your mouth when you’re concentrating, the way your brows pinch together and your eyes squint when you can’t read something from a distance, the way your eyebrows raise when your name is called.

The way you’re selfless and selfish at the same time, the way you always try his shit-cooking but never discourage him, the way you subconsciously stroke his hair when he’s dozing off in your lap.

Everything about you, he finds endearing.

Not just endearing, he loves it. He loves you.

Anyone on the outside would call Jungkook’s behaviour obsessive and maybe it is but you’re just the same with him.

However, Jungkook is starting to flush his dream down the toilet for you and you don’t want that. You love him too much to allow him to let anyone else get in the way of his dream.

“Please, don’t do this to me,” he pleads with a crack to his voice, salty tears noticeably pooling in his eyes. He peels his hand off your face to run it through his short locks, tugging on them in distress before he brings his hand back to your face. “Please.”

“Jungkook,” you plead, your voice choked up and your tone desperate. “I can’t let you do this.” 

It all started a few days ago. He told you he had cancelled on partaking in a tournament that would literally set his career off, all because you had come down with a fever. You had gotten into an argument with him about it, about how you’re not a little kid, about how this is important for him, about how he shouldn’t take it so lightly, not after he wasted all his teenage years training.

He dismissed you, telling you there were always other opportunities and that you were more important.

And you feel guilty. Extremely guilty. Because you’re the one that always complains about how much you’d miss him when he’s gone, how much you’d worry that he’d get seriously hurt, which is initially why the entire argument started.

But because Jungkook has never really been by himself – always in and out of relationships – he’s very dependent on you. He’s extremely attached to you as you are to him, which is exactly why you can’t allow him to water down his dream. Not for you.

“I’ll tell Yoongi-hyung not to cancel, okay? I’ll go, just tell me you won’t–”

“Jungkook, stop.”

The silence that settles around you is more painful than the sound of sharp nails scraping down a chalkboard. You can’t stand his big brown eyes so full of hurt and distress.

“I think it’s best if you take some time for yourself,” you start, carefully choosing your words next. “Figure yourself out. What you want, what you need.”

His hands loosen their grip on your face and you internally wince, your pounding heart free falling straight to your feet. Your eyes catch his bottom lip quivering and you have to blink your own tears away as his hands drop from your face, falling limp by his side.

“I’ll be here whenever you need me,” you quickly add, your own hands coming up to cup his face but his gaze shifts down, staring at the necklace around your neck that he gifted you.

He idly blinks at the pendant as if it displays your memories to him, deep in thought as he starts nibbling on his bottom lip which he does when he’s anxious. 

“Jungkook,” you quietly say, hoping to catch his attention but he closes his eyes instead, his thick brows pinched together in unwavering concentration and his teeth still chewing on the soft flesh of his lips.

You try to ignore the worry burning in your throat. He’s usually so readable, so animated but right now he’s not giving you anything. It’s almost as if you’re staring at a blank canvas. It worries you because for the first time ever, you can’t tell what he’s thinking.

You fill your lungs with a generous amount of oxygen and hold it for a moment before exhaling through your mouth. You need to give him all the time and silence he needs, so you do. You just hold him close, you don’t speak, you don’t move. You let him come to terms with it on his own.

That is, until you notice blood trickling down his chin.

Your eyes instantly shoot wide open. “Stop that, you’re bleeding!” you exclaim, using your thumb to tug his bottom lip from under his teeth and he lets you. All that chewing and nibbling on his bottom lip has seemingly opened up his old wound again, a cut on the corner of his lip that he got during a match a week prior.

Your big worried eyes are the first thing he sees when he opens his and the tears that were pooling in his eyes have started rolling down his reddened cheeks.

You drop your hands from his face and reach for his wrist, tightly wrapping your fingers around it and drag him all the way to your bathroom.

“Sit down,” you demand after shutting the lid to the toilet seat. Jungkook simply listens, lowering himself onto the seat without a word.

You swing your cupboards open, reaching for the first aid kit you keep stored away here because your boyfriend is a boxer and stuff like wounds opening again happens regularly. You turn to him again, pouring some disinfectant on a cotton pad and hunch over him, taking your time cleaning him up.

He doesn’t so much as hiss, the stinging is something he’s used to. But this atmosphere isn’t something either of you are used to. You’ve often cleaned his wounds and he would always hold you, tease you, make your job harder by trying to jumpscare you but now he’s just sitting there, blankly staring ahead.

A defeated sigh leaves your lips as you kneel down in front of him, gently rubbing his knees and thighs over the fabric of his sweatpants with your clammy hands.

“Jungkook,” you whisper, “look at me.” 

There’s nothing more you want at this moment than for him to look at you. To see you. To acknowledge you.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, his gaze slowly but surely shifts. His dark gaze drapes over your sad face, still not a single word for you on his tongue. The way he’s just blankly staring you down with blood-shot eyes is making a sob bubble up your throat but you forcefully swallow it down.

You have to be strong right now. If not for you, then for him.

Your hands firmly hold his, bringing them up to your mouth and placing gentle kisses on the cracked skin of his knuckles. You lift your ass off the back of your feet, rising up on your knees and leaning into his face as you softly press your lips to the apples of his cheeks to kiss his tears away, neglecting your own tears.

He sniffs silently, tugging one hand out of your grip as he uses the back of his hand to wipe his runny nose. He just continues to stare at you and it’s starting to take its toll on you.

“Please, say something,” you plead, vulnerability clouding your tone.

“So,” he starts, “that’s it? That’s how we’re ending?”

“Jungkook,” you pause as you shake your head, hoping the right words will come to you, “You always put others first.” You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a tight embrace but his arms stay limp by his side, his quiet sniffles ringing in your ears. “I just want you to put yourself first, for once.”

“But I love you.” He sounds so defeated, his voice choked and barely there.

“I know you do,” you whisper as you pull back to look at him, arms still tightly wrapped around his neck and your face mere centimeters away from his. “I love you too. Which is why I can’t let you do this.” 

He finds the sincere look in your eyes and slowly begins to nod in understanding, wiping his tears with his sleeve.

You rise to your feet and wipe your own tears, holding your hand out for him to take. He doesn’t take it though, and he gets up from the toilet without looking at you.

The single action makes you want to bawl, excessively burst into tears in front of him, drop down to your knees like a robot powering off, scream into the void but you can’t. He’d never leave if he saw you like that.

The both of you silently make your way to the front door, the only sounds being heard are the sounds of your footsteps shuffling and the occasional sniffling from the both of you.

You slowly turn to look at him, but he’s still avoiding your gaze. You part your lips to say something but to your surprise, he lunges at you and wraps his arms around your frame tightly, pulling you into his heaving chest.

You bury your face in his chest, ear pressed into his hard breastbone. You inhale his scent, his faded cologne still lingering on his clothes. A hint of citrus and musk fills your nostrils, the combination of his familiar scent and his beating heart singlehandedly calming you down.

With your hands gently rubbing his back, you’re letting him know you’re still here from every direction, from every angle, from everywhere.

You stand there like that for a moment, just enjoying each other’s embrace.

He slowly pulls back to look at you as he cups your face, another sniffle leaving him. “Can I kiss you?” he quietly asks, uncertainty in his pained voice. “One last time,” he adds.

Yes. Of course. Always.

There’s nothing more you want than that but should you really? You know it won’t stop with a kiss, especially if the possibility of this being your last time clouds both of your minds.

(Read: it wasn’t your last time.)

Before you even have the time to form a coherent response, your body moves on its own as you press your lips to his in a soft kiss. His eyes flutter shut and he holds you close, hands still cradling your cheeks.

It’s selfish. You know it’s selfish.

You softly hum into the kiss, squeezing his waist with your arms. You try to be careful not to graze his wound and hurt him in the process but it’s him that doesn’t care. He tilts his head, pressing his lips firmer to yours in the meantime.

He slowly backs you against the door and you let him, still lost in the void of space that is his kiss. He drops his hand to your jaw, fingers draping over the back of your neck as he continues to kiss you, trying to pull your face even closer.

It isn’t until a droplet drops onto your face that you realize he’s crying again. You slowly pull back, a quivering pout on your lips as you peek up at him through your lashes.

He quickly wipes the corners of his eyes and the apples of his cheeks with the back of his hand. “Sorry.”

You shake your head, swallowing the pathetic cry that’s threatening to burst out of your throat.

His red eyes shift back to yours and it looks like he’s contemplating something. You let him take all the time he needs, still holding him close.

“Can I make love to you?” he asks, quietly. The quiver in his tone makes him sound uncertain but it could also be from all that crying.

Before you can reply, he adds, “One last time.”

You inhale deeply through your nose and exhale through your mouth, eyes never leaving his.

“Yes.”

•••

And that’s how you find yourself completely naked, sprawled out on your bed, with the love of your life on top of you and his hips wedged in between your thighs as he passionately thrusts into you. Break-up sex really is mind-blowing.

“Jungkook,” you cry, your nails scraping down his back and undoubtedly breaking skin.

His face is buried in the crook of your neck, the tip of his nose grazing your hairline and the consistent pace of his thrusts never faltering. The pace is soft yet hard, calm yet angry, loving yet hateful.

“I love you,” he breathlessly declares into your ear, his sweaty chest pressed into yours. “I love you so much.”

The only response you can get out are cries of pleasure and his name, your legs tightly wrapped around his waist in hopes he doesn’t go.

It’s contradictory. You know it’s contradictory.

“You need to forget about me,” you whisper in between soft moans, voice lathered in desperation and hurt.

He scoffs at that, a humorless chuckle leaving his lips as he pulls back to stare down at you, a rougher edge to his thrusting in the meantime. “I will never forget about you,” he grunts, brows scrunched together in anger. He’s staring at you like you’re crazy for even suggesting that.

You simply moan in response, eyes fluttering close as your cranium sinks further into your pillows.

Your eyes immediately shoot open again when his wet mouth latches onto your left breast, tongue circling your erect nipple.

Your hands move up to his shoulders, squeezing them tightly. “It won’t be easy to forget about you either,” you say, reminding him this is a two-way street.

His thrusting comes to a full stop. Fear bubbles in your stomach as you watch his expression shift in real time. You can’t read him.

“I will never let you forget about me.”

His face is blank but his tone is vicious, instantly knocking the air out of your lungs. You gaze up at him with big eyes, not a single rebuttal coming to mind.

He pushes himself off of you, unwrapping your legs from his waist and firmly wrapping his own hands around the back of your knees. His grip on them is almost painful but you don’t have the time to think about that when he forcefully shoves your legs against your mattress, leaving you wide open and exposed for him.

You yelp at the sudden change, ready to scold him but he slides right back into you which leaves you speechless and empty-minded.

His thrusts are still the same, not too rough and not too soft, just to let you know that he hates how much he loves you.

Your hand trails down your stomach to your own sex, reaching down and furiously rubbing your sensitive clit as your brows furrow in concentration.

The rhythmic sound of his hips slamming into your thighs has you hypnotized, the way he’s taking his time because this would be his last has you intoxicated with pure bliss and pleasure.

(Read: again; it wasn’t.)

Your orgasm soon starts approaching you and Jungkook can tell by the way your thighs tense, your walls clench, your mouth falls open and your eyes are squeezed shut, not to mention the pretty sounds falling from your lips.

He lets go of your legs and places his hands on each side of your waist, supporting your legs with his strong arms as he leans forwards and lets his tongue attack your neck. He moves one of his hands down to where you’re connected and slaps your hand away, rubbing insanity-inducing circles on your clit while his other arm keeps your leg spread wide open for him.

He viciously sucks a massive bruise onto the side of your neck and you can’t protest because you are utterly powerless under him as your orgasm drops on you like a pile of bricks, his consistent pace of thrusting into you has you floating on clouds and has your brain exploding with dopamine.

You pathetically sob at the amount of pleasure he’s giving you, your limbs falling limp next to your body as he continues to thrust into your wetness, chasing his own orgasm.

The next words out of your mouth selfishly blurt out their own. “I love you,” you whimper, earning a loud groan from him as the pace of his hips rocking into yours picks up.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he grunts quietly, returning to sucking on your neck, essentially marking you.

“Why are you–”

“It’s a reminder.” Is all he says, already knowing you were going to complain about the unmissable hickey forming on your neck. He knows you bruise easily and they tend to last obnoxiously long on your skin.

He’s making sure you’re reminded of him and all the things you’ve been through every time you look at yourself in the mirror, every time you try to take a picture of yourself, every time you so much as go out in public.

You squirm under him from the overstimulation and that’s when it dawns on him that he’s still stimulating your clit. “Think you can cum again? With me?” he grunts but answering him is useless, useless because he’s still rubbing your sensitive clit and you’re still writhing under him.

You cry his name out, hips jolting roughly but he just holds you down firmly with his own hips as he furiously rubs to get you to your climax again.

Your stomach is already starting to clench, “Please! Please,” you plead, begging for something you don’t even know. You’re not sure why you’re begging, you’re not even sure what you’re begging for or how long you’ve been begging because the pleads just spill from your lips on a continuous loop.

Jungkook seems to know, though, because he simply nods to your pathetic pleads, kissing away your tears. Even when he’s hurting, he’s taking care of you.

You don’t deserve him.

A scream rips through your throat as your second orgasm approaches you even faster than the first, hitting you like a pick-up truck coming at you full speed. Your legs violently jerk, your hands scratching Jungkook’s biceps open but that never hinders his love-making as he just keeps thrusting into you at the same pace.

You’re a crying mess, vision blurred by tears and your head almost combusting from the amount of dopamine that it’s releasing. He retreats his fingers when you’ve ridden out your high and places his hand flat against the mattress, next to your waist, bangs sticking to his sweaty forehead.

His hips begin to stutter in their rhythm and it doesn’t take long after for him to come undone inside of you, painting your walls with his cum as a chorus of moans and your name falls from his lips, head dropping into the crook of your neck.

Another sob rips through your throat as he continues to thrust his load into you, the gushing sounds of your arousal and his cum almost as loud as the sound of his hips slamming into yours.

Once his thrusts come to a full stop, heavy breaths leaving his mouth and droplets of his sweat dropping onto your skin, he collapses on top of you. You stay there, trapped under him. Unfortunately for your rational self, there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

And that’s when the world around you blurs and fades.

The following morning, you wake up to a loud alarm coming from your phone, an empty spot in the bed where he once lied and an ugly bruise on the side of your neck with no knowledge of the small red box containing an even smaller ring that swam in the deep pockets of his sweatpants.

•••

You don’t see Jungkook the next day, or even the day after that. You don’t see him the following week and not even the following month.

No, you see him for the first time 3 months after your break-up and he has returned with the golden medal from the tournament that more or less caused your break-up in his luggage.

It all happened when you groggily awoke from your slumber, ready to kill whoever was bothering you at 11PM by knocking on your front door. You wrapped your silk bathrobe around your figure and lazily dragged your feet down your hall, peeking into the peephole once you made it to your front door. It was blackened out and it made your heart sink into your stomach.

As a woman living alone, you had to take drastic measures to stay safe, so someone blocking out your view of them through your peephole instantly sent paralyzing fear down your spine. You clutched your phone close, ready to dial emergency services if necessary and your eyes roamed your surroundings for any possible weapons to defend yourself with.

“Who’s there?” you called out from behind the closed door, ear pressed into the hard material. 

It was quiet for a few seconds before you heard a faint sigh and a familiar voice say, “Delivery.”

Your heart plummeted to the ground. You’d never, ever forget that voice. And he knows that too.

Your stomach clenched and your feet went cold. In record time, a layer of sweat formed onto your forehead.

It’s Jungkook. You know it’s Jungkook.

You shouldn’t have, you know you shouldn’t have but your hands were already moving on their own as they slowly unlocked the front door. You held your breath as you slowly pulled the door open, your eyes instantly met with big brown eyes decorated with eyebags caused by a lack of sleep.

There he was, luggage by his feet. 

His hair was a bit longer than when you last saw him and he had an ugly cut in his left brow, making you internally hope that wound wouldn’t leave a scar on his beautiful face.

You hadn’t realized how quiet it had been until he deeply inhaled, unsure of what to make of your reaction. Your eyes shifted to the space behind him, a car parked a few meters back with Min Yoongi, his manager, leaned against it and his arms crossed as he stared back at you.

Your eyes shifted back to Jungkook, his teeth once again anxiously chewing and abusing his bottom lip. You finally decided to speak up, “Why are you back?”

“Why are you beautiful?” he retorted immediately and if he noticed your resolve breaking instantaneously, he didn’t comment on it.

You were fucked up. You told him you’d be here whenever he needed you and there he was, but you didn’t expect him to take you up on the offer on a random Tuesday at 11PM.

You slowly began to shake your head in disapproval, stomach ready to churn and empty out on his sneakers. 

“I miss you, Y/N. Please, don’t make me leave.”

His gaze dropped to your throat as you gulped, lingering on the necklace he got you when you first started dating. It was a thin silver chain with a very small tear-shaped pendant centered in between your collarbones, the pendant being sapphire, his birthstone.

He had gifted you this gorgeous necklace on your 3 month anniversary and poor Jungkook – who had never bought a significant other an anniversary gift at that time – thought you didn’t like it because in the instant that he pulled it out to show you, you doubled over and threw up all over your brand new pumps.

You had to assure him for hours on end that it must’ve been that weird omelette you ate that morning and that you absolutely adored the necklace. And you did, you were absolutely obsessed with it. You immediately put it on and kept fidgeting with the pendant, every time it grazed your fingertips it made you feel like you were directly touching him.

That’s when he made you promise to never, ever take it off.

And you had no intention of breaking your promise, it seemed.

(Read: You wordlessly took it off the first time Jungkook returned from a trip with a purple hickey on his neck that you didn’t give him.)

You blurted out the next words without thinking, “I’d never make you leave.” You weren’t lying when you said that because truly, you missed him too. You barely ate, you barely slept, nothing felt the same without him.

His eyebrows shot up in surprise at your words, his teeth finally giving his bottom lip a break. “So, if I did this,” he said as he took a step forward, towering over your figure as he stood a few centimeters in your entrance and kicked his luggage toward the accent table by your front door, “you wouldn’t stop me?”

Your doe-like eyes shifted up to meet his, pretty lashes kissing your brow bone as you carefully watched him. “Jungkook,” you mumbled in a warning tone.

“And if I did this,” he continued, stepping further inside and closing the door behind him, “you wouldn’t stop me?”

You stayed silent, just hoping to your Lord that Jungkook wouldn’t touch you because the moment he would, you’d melt into his embrace and forget about all the hard work you put into yourself those past 3 months.

Almost as if he could read your mind, he continued, “And if I did this,” he added as he slowly and carefully cupped your face, his palms fitting perfectly around the curve of your cheeks as if he was made to hold you. “You still wouldn’t stop me?”

Your lips twitched in response and a scrunch settled between your brows. His familiar scent, that smell that you loved so damn much, entered your nostrils and you could inhale it for the rest of your life. You weren’t sure if you were happy or angry, or both. The word ‘both’ always seemed to describe anything ever, if it involved Jungkook.

Your stern eyes intently watched as his face closed in on yours, lips brushing yours but never actually kissing you. “Tell me to stop and I will,” he whispered, soft puffs of his warm breath draping over your lips.

Not a single word left your lips at that moment, your gaze dropping down from his eyes to his lips. They trailed his wide cupid’s bow, the fading scar from that cut months ago, the curve of his bottom lip. Fuck, you had missed him. You had missed him a lot.

“Y/N,” he mumbled, hoping to get some kind of response from you. “Say something.”

Without hesitation and with a whole lot of selfishness, you pressed your lips onto his, your hands desperately grabbing fists full of his bomber jacket. In an attempt to pull him closer, you tugged on his bomber jacket, not caring if the fabric tore from the strength you were tugging on it with.

His lips instantly worked back against yours, rough hands still cradling your face gently. He tilted his head to the side, a low grunt leaving his throat. “Fuck, I’ve missed you so much.” He didn’t stop kissing you to let you know that, the words just tickling your mouth as he took another step forward, wanting to trap you in his embrace.

You let him, though, wanting nothing more than to be pinned against the wall as he passionately kissed you, kissed you like he had 3 months to catch up on or kissed you like you two had never been apart.

You missed his hands and how they slowly trailed from your face down to your waist, to your hips and then to the back of your thighs. All those years of him training his arms and lifting ridiculous amounts of weights come in handy, because without any question you let him lift you off the floor and keep you pinned against the wall, his strong arms securely holding you.

You never had to worry about your weight with Jungkook because his massive arms would never let you down.

With your arms wrapped tightly around his neck, you hummed in satisfaction against his lips. You were going to regret letting him in the next day but right in that moment, you couldn’t bring yourself to give a single fuck. All you craved, all you wanted, all you needed was him. And you’d be damned if you let him walk away that night.

Because one more time wouldn’t hurt anyone, right?

(Read: that also wasn’t the last time.)

It wasn’t ever the last time. Every time you tried to forget about him, he was right there to remind you again.

Because after he fucked you into your once-shared bed that night, he was back a week later. And the week after that. And after that. And after that too.

And you never once made him leave.

•••

Jungkook had been gone for 2 and a half weeks this time, the first time he had been away for that long aside from the 3 months directly after your break-up. At this point, it had been 7 months since you ended your relationship but 4 months of regularly sleeping with him.

It’s wrong. You know it’s wrong.

But it feels right. So damn right.

And you don’t understand it, because he single handedly dissolves your need for change, your need for new things, your need for a breath of fresh air.

You peek into the peephole at 12:03AM after hearing his rhythmic knocking, once again covered by his thumb. You fight the smile that’s threatening to creep up your lips as you swing your front door open.

“You’re back,” you huff, a mischievous smirk on your lips as you eye his wavy hair, just long enough to be tucked behind his ears.

“You’re beautiful,” he replies right away, throwing his luggage by your accent table before lunging straight at you and wrapping his arms around you.

He says it every single time and it doesn’t fail to leave you breathless all over again. You wrap your arms around his waist and inhale his scent again, nose buried in his black shirt.

“Are you hungry?” you ask him as you pull back to glance up at him, doe-eyes drinking him in.

“No, I ate with hyung.” He shakes his head, tongue swiping along his bottom lip as he smoothes out the scrunch between your brows with the pad of his thumb.

You take note that there are no new cuts or bruises on his face, he must be getting really good. You’re proud. You really hate when you have to think about him being in physical pain. Or any kind of pain, for that matter.

“So, what do you want to do?” you ask with a faint grin on your lips, already knowing the answer to your own question.

“I want to kiss you,” he pauses as he tilts his head to the side, “will you let me?”

Your eyes soften at his words, he’ll always ask if he can kiss you before he does anything else. It’s endearing. He’s endearing.

You slightly nod your head to his question, your eyes fluttering close in anticipation. His lips softly brush against yours, never actually kissing you. You can tell he’s smirking against your lips and you immaturely whine his name.

He chuckles before finally pressing his lips against yours and you instantly allow yourself to melt in his hold. His fingers gently cup your face, his tongue licking at your lips. You grant him access by parting your lips, allowing him to lick into your mouth as you moan at the taste of him.

“I want to fuck you,” he says breathlessly when he pulls away, “please, let me.”

You kiss your teeth with a loud smack as you wordlessly tug him toward your bedroom, giggling as you hear him ditch his shirt on your way there.

You flick on your night lamp before turning to him but the sight in front of you instantly knocks the air out of your lungs.

You halt in your movements, the lungs in your chest burning with something you can’t describe. Your eyes slowly drape over his neck, the fresh bruise mockingly staring back at you.

He notices you staring and his hand instantly flies up to his neck, right over the hickey as if he’d forgotten he had it, his eyes wide like a dog that’s been caught ripping apart his owner’s favorite shirt.

The necklace he gifted you that’s prettily sitting on your collar bones suddenly feels like it’s tightening around the perimeter of your neck, strangling you and squeezing out every bit of oxygen that’s left in your lungs.

“Don’t,” he pauses as he tries to think of a way to say what he wants to say without worsening the situation, “don’t look at me like that,” he finishes, rubbing the hickey as if it would disappear.

You shake your head and press your lips into a thin line. You take a moment to collect your thoughts before speaking, “I’m not looking at you like anything.” If you could shoot yourself in the mouth for sounding so pathetic and bitter, you would.

“Yes, you are,” he mumbles, hand still awkwardly rubbing over his bruised skin. “You’re the one that walked out on me, you–”

“Will you stop? I didn’t even fucking say anything.” You roll your eyes as you turn your back to him, letting your feet carry you to your bed and plop down. You have to sit down because your legs are starting to feel like they’re made of jelly and you do not want to look that pathetic in front of him.

“You’re mad,” he mutters as he walks up to you, slowly dropping his hand and finally exposing his bruised skin to you.

“I’m not mad.” Your reply is immediate, your tone twisted and your words calculated. “I bet you loved fucking someone else, though.”

“Y/N,” he warns, his voice coming out stern and angry as he walks closer, menacingly looming over your body which makes you look up at him from where you’re seated.

“How was she? Was she good? Did you cum inside of her? Did she suck you off?” Your attempts at seeming unbothered and casual about it horribly fail, the jabs coming out bitter and hateful.

“Stop,” he warns again, anxiously running his hand through his black hair as he glares down at you.

“Yeah, I bet it felt good,” you pause, “or was it so shit that you came here? Pump your load into me and leave me again?”

“I said stop!” he exclaims, lunging at you by gripping your shoulders and pushing your back flat against the bed as he hovers over you, trying to keep you from writhing and squirming under him.

He continues before you can say anything else, “You don’t get to fucking guilt trip me after walking out on me, Y/N. That’s not how this fucking works.”

His words are like a shot to the heart and if words could kill, your heart would be bleeding out right this instant.

He’s right. You know he’s right.

You have no fucking right to act this way.

You stop squirming once you come to your senses, big eyes staring up at him and you swallow down whatever cry or insult that’s ready to burst out of your throat.

His angry gaze makes you feel naked, his silver chain dangling in your face and the thought of someone else being in the position you’re in right now makes you sick to your stomach.

“You’re right,” you finally say, eyes still fixed on his face and he visibly relaxes at how you’ve calmed.

“I should also feel free to get fucked by whoever I please. You’re right. Thanks for reminding me,” you continue, not understanding why your mind isn’t listening to your heart.

He shakes his head and begins, “Just stop. I didn’t rub it in your face, you don’t have to rub it in mine.” His words are angry and painful but you know that if you don’t provoke him, you’ll start bursting into tears.

If you agree, if you communicate your thoughts, if you just stay quiet, you’ll cry. You’ll pathetically sob right here, right under him and you can’t blame anyone but yourself. It’s your own damn fault.

“Just shut the fuck up and fuck me like you came here to do, Jungkook,” you mumble as you push against his shoulders but he doesn’t budge an inch.

“Don’t fucking say it like that.” His furious eyes stare into your own and his face is still so damn close to yours, eyes burning with fury and lips quivering with words they want to throw at you. “You know you mean so much more to me than just a fuck, you fucking know that.”

Of course you know that.

You don’t say anything else. You just stare at him, eyes trailing the contours and veins decorating his face, the scrunch on his brows looking like it’ll awake a headache any second.

You turn your head to the side, looking away from his penetrating gaze and finally swallowing down the stinging lump that had started forming in your throat. “Of course I know that.”

“Then stop saying shit like that, you’re pissing me the fuck off.”

You bring your hand up to hide your eyes from him, inhaling deeply through your nose and exhaling through your mouth to prevent yourself from bursting into tears.

The embarrassment from your attitude switch rises to your cheeks, your ears. It bubbles up the back of your throat and it unleashes a bitter taste onto your tongue when Jungkook starts climbing off of you.

Your hands grab at his shoulders, stopping him from leaving. “Don’t go.” Your voice sounds so fucking pathetic, trembling like you’ve been standing in ice cold weather for 48 hours. “I’m sorry.”

He shuts his eyes and deeply inhales and you can visibly see him trying to calm himself down before he cracks his eyes open again and stares down at you. “I’ll never leave if you don’t want me to,” he says quietly, head dropping into the crook of your neck as he deeply inhales your scent.

“Fuck me, please. Make me forget about everything,” you plead, fingernails digging into his ribs which makes him hiss.

“I’ll make you forget about everything,” he says as he lifts himself up, hovering over your face with that same unreadable look in his eyes. “But I will never let you forget about me.”

You attempt to stimulate your saliva glands to gulp, in hopes to relieve your dry throat.

And so, he does.

He carefully undresses you like you’re fragile. He angrily spits on your bare pussy like you’re a slut. He slowly guides his dick into your wet sex like it belongs there. He roughly fucks you into your mattress like you deserve it. He arrogantly makes you ride his dick so you can feel in control before he restrains your arms and roughly thrusts up into you like he owns you. He finally cums inside of you like that’s all he cares about. He does it all to remind you of who he is.

But what he doesn’t do is comment on the way his gifted necklace isn’t around your neck the next time he knocks on your front door.

•••

present

You stir, eyes fluttering open as you take a few moments to gather your thoughts and recognize your surroundings. The incessant knocking on your front door doesn’t stop, making you loudly groan into your pillow.

You reach over for your phone to check the time, the light almost blinding you. 2:41AM. Who in the hell would be at your front door this late?

(Read: you’re stupid.)

With another groan you swing your legs off the edge of your bed and slowly get up, reaching for your bathrobe and wrapping it around your body. You make your way to your front door, leaning in to peek through the peephole.

It’s black. You can’t see anything.

Reality dawns on you like a pile of bricks when you realize who it is.

In your defense, he has never arrived this late and you expected him to come way earlier. When he wasn’t here by 12am, you decided to just go to sleep.

Just like clockwork, it’s been 5 days since you’ve last seen him. He’s leaving to go to Australia today and he’ll most likely crash the night here before he goes, like he has for the past 2 years. Not that you mind. You’d never mind his presence.

You begin to unlock the front door without hesitation, yawning obnoxiously as you swing it open. 

There he is, a sheepish smile on his face and his long wavy hair perfectly messy, kissing the outline of his shoulders.

“It’s almost 3 in the fucking morning, Jungkook,” you grunt as you turn, heading down the hall toward your bedroom again but leaving the front door open for him, a wordless invitation.

Once your head hits your pillows again, you hear him lock your front door and kick his shoes off before the shuffling of his feet becomes louder and louder, telling you he’s getting closer and closer. After a few more moments of shuffling and the ruffling of clothes hitting your floor, the mattress beside you dips.

He scoots closer to you, wrapping his arm around your waist and strongly pulling your back flat into his bare chest, lips pressed against the back of your neck.

You don’t say anything else. He doesn’t say anything else.

The world around you fades but the tingle of fulfilment and happiness in your stomach never does.

•••

“Y/N.”

You grunt in response.

“Y/N.”

This time, your body is being shaken by rough hands around your biceps.

“Y/N!” he whisper-shouts, making you loudly groan as you open your eyes.

You snap your head over your shoulder to look at him with a scowl on your face. “What the fuck, Jungkook?” you childishly whine, turning your head again and closing your eyes as you chase that lovely dream you were having. You don’t remember what it was about but you know Jungkook was in it.

“You have to lock your front door behind me, I’m leaving.” He strokes your head gently, pressing his lips to your temple in a soft kiss.

You crack your sleepy eyes open as you yawn loudly and stretch your arms out over your head. “What time is it?” you ask as you yawn once again, tears pricking in the corners of your eyes.

“6AM.”

A frown settles on your brows as you turn to look at him, finally able to make out that he is, in fact, fully dressed now. That’s when his words finally process in your brain. “You’re already leaving?” The words blurt out before you can stop them, a tinge of disappointment coating your tone.

“I have to catch that flight. Australia, remember?” He taps the tip of your nose with his index finger before pushing himself up from your bed.

“You,” you pause as you rub your eyes, confusion present in your voice as you continue, “you came here just to sleep next to me for 3 hours?”

“Yeah.”

Your frown deepens as you prop yourself up on your elbows, you can’t see much in this darkness but you clearly see his figure at the foot of your bed, staring down at you.

You shake your head in confusion, lifting your upper body as you sit straight up in your bed. “Why?”

“Because I love you.” 

His confession knocks the air right out of your body. Your heart implodes in between your lungs at the words and an aggravating lump forms in your throat. He has said he loves you a few times since the break-up but because you never replied, he had assumed it made you uncomfortable so he stopped.

However, today, you asked. You asked why he would feel the need to simply sleep next to you and leave without anything more. No kiss, no sex, not even a conversation.

He just wants to be with you. It doesn’t matter why or how long or where, he just wants to be with you.

You idly blink at him. You quickly realize that it isn’t just a lump, but words. Words that you instantly swallow down, your original response never reaching his ears.

(Read: You almost told him that you love him too.)

You stare at him for a few quiet moments before averting your gaze and rubbing your hairline, an attempt at gathering your thoughts.

Your feet hit the floor as you swing your legs off the side of your bed. You bring your hands up to your eyes, gently rubbing them with your palms in hopes it’d wake you up. Damn him, waking you up twice in a single night for his tomfoolery.

The both of you quietly make your way down your quiet hall and you silently watch as Jungkook slides his feet into his shoes.

As you repeat the same old cycle, unlocking your front door to let him out, your mind is still clouded with him and his words.

You slowly open the front door, the clinking of the keys banging against the door making it sound like bells, something he always claimed he wanted to hear when being with his soulmate.

You watch as he steps out, hands buried in the pocket of his hoodie but he stops dead in his tracks, coming to an abrupt halt. He turns to look at you, a slight raise on his eyebrows.

It’s only now that you realize that you subconsciously called out his name.

Your feet take you to him by themselves, your body inexplicably magnetizing toward him. Your hands move up to his face as if they were moving on their own, cupping his soft skin, thumb grazing over the wound on his right cheekbone that is now a soft yellow with a brown scab on top.

“Can I kiss you?” you ask, softly. You know he’ll never decline but you still make it a thing to ask, because he’s not yours.

He is but he isn’t.

He would tell you he is but you both know he isn’t.

He tilts his head to the side, a look of confusion etched onto his features. He’s usually the one asking you, it’s never you asking him. So, you can tell he’s surprised by the sudden switch but he doesn’t comment on it.

“Of course.”

You waste no time as you pull his face toward yours and press your lips against his in a soft, tender kiss. His hands make their way to your waist, tattooed fingers draping over your ribcage.

The kiss feels natural, like your lips were made for each other. It sends electricity down all your veins, setting every single one of your nerve endings on fire and if he wasn’t holding you so tightly, you’d collapse to the floor like a sack of potatoes.

It’s not rough, it’s not needy, it’s not sexual.

It’s love. You know it’s love.

Jungkook chases your lips for a second when you pull away, his hands squeezing your waist when he opens his eyes to steal a glance at you.

It’s been 2 years since you asked Jungkook to figure himself out and you’re finally convinced that he has. He loves what he does, he finds ways to squeeze you into his life without putting you before his own needs and he still comes back to you every chance he gets.

You look up at him with big eyes, the eyes that he loves so much, your pretty lashes kissing your eyebrows and your lips quivering with the foreign yet familiar words they want to blurt out.

And they do.

“I love you too.” 

His face doesn’t change when he hears your words but his eyes visibly soften. You haven’t said this since the day of your break-up, because you never took those words lightly. Not that Jungkook did, he truly does love you with every fibre of his being.

His hands tense on your body and they try to grab at you when you start to peel his hands off your waist.

“We’ll talk about it when you’re back, okay?” you tell him, your voice soft and vulnerable.

He can’t help but smile, a singular dimple appearing on his left cheek, right under a faded scar that he got as a kid from fighting with his older brother over some stupid video game.

“Okay.” He doesn’t push, he doesn’t pry, he doesn’t say anything else. But the look on his face melts your heart like butter in a hot pan, because he’s so happy. So damn happy. You haven’t seen him this happy in so long.

And so are you.

“Have a safe flight,” you add as he takes a few steps backwards, a toothy grin still on his face. He nods to your words and turns around as he gets into Yoongi’s car that probably contains his luggage and who he must’ve contacted when you were still sleeping, eyes stealing a glance at you as you’re intently watching him leave. 

He waves at you as the car accelerates, your own hand coming up to wave back at him, a small smile tugging on the corners of your lips.

And something in your gut tells you that during his time in Australia, he doesn’t so much as look at another woman.

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Friendcation (m) | myg | series masterlist

Summary: Going camping with your best friends seemed like a brilliant idea when you initially made the plans. But when you harbor secret feelings for one of them, what will become of you being close confined for three months? Trouble, that’s what.

Pairing: Yoongi x reader (female, “Y/N”)

Other characters: Jimin, Jungkook, Teahyung, Namjoon, Hoseok and Seokjin.

Genre/AU: Best friends to best friends with benefits to lovers, non idol!au, camping!au, roadtrip!au, mechanic!Yoongi, humor, slight angst, smut and fluff

Rating: mature/explicit/R18

Word count: TBA (currently still writing it)

Warnings/tags: will be tagged for each individual chapter. But it does contain smut, almost in every chapter (not the first though).

Taglist: The taglist is open, and you can write a comment if you want to be tagged when a chapter drops 🙂

Status: Ongoing!

Author's note: Remember, I'm still currently writing it, so I won't post regulary, it will probably be sporadic (as soon as I've finised writing a new chapter). But when a chapter teaser is posted, it means that chapter is dropping in the next week (or max two). I really hope you like it, please let me know 🙂

🍃 Chapter 1 Word count: 11,9K Summary: As exhaustion and stress threaten to consume you and your friends at work, Yoongi comes to the rescue with an enticing proposal: a collective vacation—a friendcation. Amid the backdrop of breathtaking landscapes and shared adventures, your feelings for him only deepens more. Yet, his lingering gaze holds secrets you can't ignore, leaving you to wonder if it conceals something deeper—an unspoken connection that may forever alter your friendship.

Read → the teaser Read → chapter one

🍃Chapter 2 Word count: 12,7K Summary: When you get a flat tire, you think it’s bad luck, but when you fall flat on your ass and Yoongi offers to massage the pain away, has your luck finally turned? 😜

Read → the teaser Read → chapter two (coming soon)

🍃Chapter 3 Word count: TBA Summary: When you and Yoongi visit his family in Daegu, and he introduces you as his friend, it rubs you all kind of wrong. But what are you even to each other, other than best friends with benefits?

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🍃Chapter 4 Word count: TBA Summary: TBA

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🍃Chapter 5 Word count: TBA Summary: TBA

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🍃Chapter 6 [finale] Word count: TBA Summary: TBA

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reminder | jjk (m) pt. 3

⇝ pairing: jungkook x fem!reader

⇝ summary: Whenever he flies back into town, your doorbell is the first he rings. When he has to fly out again, your bed is the last he lies in. However, you’re not stupid. You know your ex-boyfriend, that also happens to be an up-and-coming professional boxer, Jeon Jungkook, doesn’t come to you only. Unfortunately, you have no right to be jealous, not when you’re the one that ended the relationship.

⇝ genre: angst ; smut ; bit of fluff ; exes with benefits

⇝ warnings: explicit sexual content, lots of arguing, angst so much angst, toxicity, strong language, jealous!jk, possessive!jk, reader gets a taste of her own medicine, slightly aggressive jk (not @ reader dw), cockblocker!yoongi, hater!yoongi, mean!yoongi, yoongi just cares about jungkook okay, another bts member cameo and he’s the only normal person in this frfr, a bit of jungkook pov, quick forgiveness bc they love each other so much guys like theyre such losers omg, mentions of.. THE NECKLACE… sorry in advance, oral sex (m. rec), unprotected sex (dont be dumb), rough love making, make-up sex, shirtless ck jk because why not…, kinda subby!jk for a moment… :D, creampie, mentions of edging, mentions of overstimulation, teasing, imo both reader and jk are extremely dumb in this tbh, minors DNI

⇝ category: three-shot

⇝ wordcount: 12.5k

a/n: ah. its the final part. i wanna take the time to thank you guys for loving this three-shot! the love reminder has received really did have me considering making it into a series (i really did) but honestly i think it’s best to keep it a three-shot. HOWEVER: i wanna write a lot of drabbles for it so request!!! i’d love to write some of your ideas for this pairing they’re honestly one of my faves! you can request in my asks. enjoy and let me know your thoughts!!<333

a/n 2: ignore any mistakes u see or you are cloverphobic. not betaread.

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<- part two ; part three ↓

The distant thud of a car door slamming shut makes Jungkook jerk awake in his car. With a hiss, he slurps up the drool that had trickled down his chin from being knocked out and he shoots upright in his seat. He’s jetlagged as hell after flying out from Australia but he still insisted on seeing you first.

Unfortunately, when he knocked at your front door around 12AM, you weren’t home. Being his stubborn self, he decided to wait for your arrival in his car. He dropped Yoongi off at home and returned, parked in front of your door and waited.

But the sound of that car door slamming shut has pulled him out of his slumber. He looks out of the car window on his side, and there you are in the distance, dolled up and searching for your house keys in your clutch as you make your way to the front door.

Wearing a tight dress, hair did exactly the way you know Jungkook likes and from this angle he can’t see your face but without a doubt, he knows you’re absolutely gorgeous.

He takes his phone out of his pocket to check the time and the numbers on his lockscreen – which is a picture of his hand holding yours – tell him it’s 4:08AM. He’d been here for hours but all of it felt like minutes when he finally set his eyes on you again.

Right as he’s about to get out of his car, the figure of another person walks around the car you had just gotten out of. With a squint in his eyes, Jungkook tries to figure out who’s walking up to you right now.

A man, not much older than himself, holds you by your arm as he leads you to your front door. A frown creeps onto his brows when you don’t seem to have a reaction to this man touching you.

Jungkook watches as you keep digging into your purse, seemingly searching for your keys but that doesn’t matter to him anymore.

With a scowl on his pretty face, he silently gets out of his car and sneaks up on the both of you. He makes sure not to make any noise as he stands directly behind the unfamiliar man. Jungkook tilts his head to the side as he says, “She can handle the rest from here.”

He watches with a stern look in his eyes as you and the man slightly jump from the sudden interruption. Your head snaps in his direction and so does the man’s head next to you.

Jungkook can see the horror in your eyes as you come to the realization that it’s none other than Jeon Jungkook standing right next to you.

You’re staring at him like he’s grown a second head, Jungkook’s eyes trail your face and scan your features, committing it all to memory. Pupils dilated, a thin layer of sweat coating your forehead, lips swollen, remnants of lipstick smudged across your chin.

“Who’s this?” the unknown man asks you after the deafening silence that had settled around the three of you, a raise to his eyebrow as he turns his head to look at you.

You quickly compose yourself and clear your throat to speak but before you can answer, Jungkook butts in. “I’m Jungkook,” he says, cockily.

The man slowly nods to Jungkook’s introduction and opens his mouth to respond with his own name as he says, “Hoseok.”

Jungkook nods again after puffing out his chest with an air of arrogance and replying, “Nice to meet you, Hoseok. It’s awfully late, though. You should go home.”

Hoseok turns to look at you with a confused yet concerned look in his eyes, checking with you to see if it’s okay to leave you with this man named Jungkook.

You let a soft sigh push past your lips and give him a nod of reassurance. You place your hand on Hoseok’s bicep to wordlessly tell him it’s okay but he doesn’t look convinced. That’s when you say, “It’s fine, Hobi. Thank you for helping me get home. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Jungkook’s eye twitches at not only the nickname but at the fact that you’ve seemingly agreed to meet up with this man tomorrow. His gaze drops to your hand on Hoseok’s bicep and he rolls his eyes, fighting the urge to flex his own arms but quickly realizing how stupid he’s being.

Hoseok nods once he sees the sincere look in your eyes and slowly starts walking backwards whilst staring Jungkook down. Jungkook isn’t backing down, though, staring back head-on. Hoseok clicks his tongue and finally spins on his heels, making his way back to his car. He looks back one more time.

Jungkook hasn’t budged from where he was staring Hoseok down and Hoseok glances at you one last time before getting into his car and driving off.

Jungkook glares at the retreating vehicle until it has literally disappeared down the street.

With a frown on his face he turns to you but you avoid his gaze as you turn your keys in the keyhole, unlocking the door to your home. You don’t even hold the door open for Jungkook as you walk in, heels clicking against the tiles as you kick them off and make your way to your living room.

You toss your purse at the couch, watching as it tumbles to the ground with a loud clatter, spilling all its contents but you don’t seem to care as you turn to look at him once he closes the door behind him, in the midst of kicking his own shoes off.

“Why the hell are you here, Jungkook?”

His brows pinch together at your words, the urge to nibble on his bottom lip starting to creep up his spine. “What do you mean, why am I here?”

You stare at him for a moment longer with frustrated eyes and your lips pressed into a thin line, watching his every move but he isn’t budging an inch.

You shake your head as you start walking away from him but he quickly stops you, hand wrapping around your bicep as he tugs you back. “Y/N, speak.”

You glance down at his inked hand wrapped around your bicep and try to wiggle it out of his grasp but he doesn’t let you.

You scoff, “Seriously? I don’t fucking hear from you the entire two months you were in Australia and you have the nerve to come back and act like nothing has happened?”

Record scratch.

Jungkook can hear the cry threatening to spill from your throat and it stings him as bad as when he was punched in the mouth a week ago during a sparring match.

He’s usually gone for a week or two, never longer than that. Not only has he been gone for two months, he didn’t contact you at all while he was away.

He shakes his head, tugging you even closer to him. “You never hear from me when I’m gone, I always come back like nothing has happened! Why are you suddenly acting like it’s a big deal? We’ve been doing this for two years.”

You press your hands into his chest in an attempt to push him off but there’s no real strength behind it. “Because this time, it’s not the same!”

He quickly takes notice to your quickened breathing and the hurt in your eyes but he doesn’t comment on them and decides to stand his ground and defend his actions. “How is it not the same?”

The look of disbelief you give him has his heartbeat stuttering in its rhythm and his throat tightening as it starts drying out.

“Don’t act dumb, Jungkook,” you say, adding more strength behind your push against his chest.

He doesn’t budge nor respond, instead, he continues to stare you down with eyes that flicker with uncertainty and desperation.

You shake your head in disbelief again at his lack of response. “Last time was different. You know it was.”

Again, he has no rebuttal because he knows. He knows it was.

But Jungkook was scared. Terrified, even.

Before he reminds himself of how he’s felt the past two months, he changes the topic. “Who was that?” is all he asks.

Your brows pinch together as your eyes scan his face, dropping to his lips and catching the way he wets them with his tongue, a substitute for chewing on them. “What?” you ask him in confusion.

“Hoseok,” he pauses. “Who is he?” he asks, the face of the unfamiliar man flashing in his mind makes his blood boil all over again, fingers adjusting around your bicep to make sure you don’t slip from his grasp.

You can’t believe he’s deterring the conversation to this, apparent by the raise in your brows and the change in your pitch. “Are you serious?”

“Answer the fucking question, Y/N.” He closes the distance between you two, menacingly towering over you as he stares you down with his onyx eyes.

You huff in frustration and with a shake of your head, you reply, “He’s my friend.”

Jungkook nods to your words in mockery and then reaches up with his other hand, wetting his thumb with his tongue to wipe your chin clean of the makeup. “Friends follow you to your front door at 4AM with the same lipstick on their face that’s smudged across your chin?”

“Oh,” you begin with your eyes narrowed, “don’t you fucking start.” You wiggle your arm out of his grasp and this time he lets you, allowing you to make your way towards your bedroom. His presence is in your wake, following close behind you.

He ignores your words and as soon as the both of you enter your once-shared bedroom, he asks, “Did you fuck him?”

You groan, “No, Jungkook. I didn’t fuck him.” You start taking your jewelry off as you continue, “But friends do share New Year’s kisses.” You fully turn your back to him, tucking away your jewelry in their rightful place. “You didn’t even fucking wish me happy holidays.”

He sighs in exasperation, staring at the ceiling. He knows the fact that it’s New Years is why you’re dolled up, why you’re dressed like this, why you came home this late.

But that doesn’t make him hate it any less.

With a shake of his head, he says, “You know how busy I am, Y/N. There’s nothing more I would’ve wanted than to be here with you, you know that.” His tone has softened and he’s closing the gap between you two but he stops dead in his tracks when your head snaps in his direction.

“I’m not asking you to be here while you can’t. I know you can’t. I’m asking for at least a phone call.” You reach for the zipper on your dress right under your armpit, tugging it down to your hip. “Not even a text, are you fucking kidding me?”

He loudly exhales again, shaking his head as he throws it back and his gaze shifts up to the ceiling, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he swallows down what he really wants to say.

You bitterly chuckle as you eye the short distance between the two of you – he’s standing about two meters away. “Bet you had enough time for other people.”

Your accusating words make his eyebrows twitch and so, his response is immediate. “I didn’t fuck anyone.”

“Aht,” you say as you hold your hand up. “Don’t you fucking bullshit me,” you add, pointing an accusatory finger at him.

He shakes his head in disbelief, face turning to the side as his eyes shift to the wall on his left. He glares at the wall for a while, his hands on his hips and his bottom lip trapped between his teeth.

Then, he says, “Is he the one?”

Jungkook can tell by the way you sigh in exasperation that you’re fighting the urge to start yanking on your own hair.

“The one what?” you groan in annoyance as you start tugging your dress down your body, exposing your body in a matching underwear set and letting the dress pool at your feet before reaching for your bathrobe.

He rubs his face harshly as he adds, “The one you fucked.”

He’s still not looking at you but by your tone and heavened breathing, he knows you probably look like you want to bend over and scream until your vocal chords burst.

“I told you, I didn’t fuck–”

He immediately cuts you off. “I’m not talking about today. I’m talking about what you told me in the shower before I left for Australia,” he says. Then he repeats, “Did you fuck him?”

At that, you go quiet.

He closes his eyes at the silence, jaw clenching as you fidget with the ropes of your bathrobe and his own throat tightens at how you go speechless. You glance up at him with big eyes and a tremble in your chin.

At your lack of response, Jungkook finally looks at you, eyes dropping to your mouth, not missing the quiver in your pretty lips. “It’s him, isn’t it?”

You shrug your shoulders and finally find your voice after what seems like ages. “Does it matter?”

“Yes, it matters.” He stomps the rest of the way over to you, menacingly towering over you. He adds, “I’m not buddy-buddy with the people I fuck.”

You tilt your chin to look up at him, brows knitted together and a scowl forming on your face. “Drop it, Jungkook,” you mumble, tying the bathrobe around your waist.

He closes whatever small distance is still in between you, his body pressed up against your arm before he leans down to directly say the next words into your ear, “Was he good? Did he fuck you good? Did he do the thing you like?”

You move your arm up, pressing your elbow against his chest in an attempt to push him off but he doesn’t budge an inch. “Stop it,” you warn.

He clicks his tongue and kisses his teeth with a loud smack, still not backing away from you. “Not so fun to be on the receiving end of that, is it?”

He’s right. You’ve been pestering him like that for years, always bringing up his sex life with other people to provoke him, to annoy him, out of your own selfishness. Why can’t he return the energy? Put you in that situation? Give you a taste of your own medicine?

You click your tongue in annoyance not only with him but yourself. Teasing him all those times has come back to directly bite you in the ass.

“Shut up, seriously.” You bump your shoulder into his as you make your way to the bathroom but he doesn’t let you get away that easily.

“Were you together? Or was it casual?” He follows close behind you as he continues to pester you.

“Jungkook.”

He doesn’t care about the warning tone in your voice or the scowl on your face. “I just wanna know. I wanna know if he knows I fucked you all those times too.”

You don’t even respond as you start taking your makeup off, ignoring Jungkook’s gaze through the reflection. He’s leaning against the doorframe, cockily staring at you through the mirror and you do your best to ignore him.

When it’s been quiet too long for his liking, he says, “Does he know you’ll always let me do whatever I want to you?” He begins to walk closer, closing the distance between you two until his chest is pressed up against your back and continues to menacingly stare at you through the mirror. “That you’ll never forget about me?”

You slam your makeup wipes down onto the sink with a loud thud, turning to face him. He’s completely pressed up against you at this point, caging you in between the sink and his own body.

You don’t even know what to say because that’s exactly how you’d talk to him ever since the break-up. You tilt your chin to look up at him. “Stop.”

He scoffs as he stares you down with intense eyes. He kisses his teeth with a loud smack and says, “Yeah, not so fun, is it?”

You ignore his provocations like he did yours all those times and move your elbows up to his chest, pushing past him to walk back into your room. Jungkook is aware that you’re constantly creating extra space between the two of you because his proximity will have you bending to his will.

He stays back this time, just quietly watching as you get ready for bed. He can’t ignore the sinking heart in his chest as your bottom lip quivers and your breath has gotten shaky, he can never be mean to you for long and he knows that.

He deeply sighs and shakes his head at his own antics. “Come here,” he mumbles as he makes his way to you.

You don’t respond, you just keep your back turned to him as you prepare your pillows and sheets.

He quietly sighs to himself as he wraps his arms around you from the back, halting you in your movements.

He turns your body to make you face him, his big hands firmly on your hips. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said those things.” He leans into the crook of your neck and nudges your ear with the tip of his nose. “You drive me crazy and it’s making me act a fool.”

Your arms stay limp by your side, your way of telling him you’re still mad at him but you turn your face slightly to give him more access to your neck like you’ll always do.

“I fucking hate how much I love you,” he whispers into the crook of your neck, pressing a soft kiss to your collarbones, fingers digging through the fabric of your bathrobe to grip your hips tightly.

You sigh softly at the sensation of his lips on your skin again, your hands coming up to squeeze his biceps. “You’re an asshole.”

“I know, baby.” His voice is muffled by your neck but you feel the smile on his lips against your skin. “Didn’t like the taste of your own medicine?”

You grunt in response, pinching his biceps which makes him hiss and chuckle before pulling away from your neck to glance down at you.

“Will you let me kiss you?” he asks you, thumbs rubbing circles into your hipbones as his pretty black eyes roam your features.

“No,” you reply, moving your hands up to his chest and rubbing circles through his shirt.

His lips pucker up in a childish pout but he doesn’t push it any further, your proximity is enough for him.

“What’s the magic word?” you say.

His chest puffs as he chuckles, shaking his head. “Will you let me kiss you, please?”

You huff like a little kid that’s just finished throwing a tantrum but you nod your head to his question nonetheless, hands moving up to cup his cheeks.

His face closes in on yours and he presses his lips to your attention-seeking ones. He melts into your kiss, hands traveling up your sides to hold your waist tightly.

It’s been too long since he last saw you, so kissing you feels like a thousand years ago. He makes the most of it as he tightly holds onto your waist as if you don’t have breakable bones, as if you’ll slip through his fingers, as if you’ll disappear into thin air.

He slowly pulls back from your kiss. “I have something to show you,” he says as he reaches for something in his pocket. His phone seems to be in the way so he takes it out of his pocket and hands it to you so you can hold it while he searches for what he so desperately wants to show you.

You glance down at the screen as it automatically lights up and your eyes mindlessly drop down to the 3 hours old notifications.

[1:02AM]

René (AUS)

Are you still at the same hotel? Want me to come over?

[1:04AM]

René (AUS)

Missed call (1)

He watches your face twist into confusion and pain as his own eyes drop to where you’re looking at, the realization dawning on him like he got hit by a fucking train.

Jungkook’s body tenses up under your touch. His other hand drops from your hip and your eyes slowly trail to look up at him.

In a panic, he quickly says, “I swear, it’s not what you think. I swea–”

You don’t let him finish as you slam his phone into his chest and directly stare into his concerned eyes. “Fuck you.”

The way you say it with so much venom in your voice knocks the air directly out of Jungkook’s lungs.

He can hear an imaginary record scratch when you point toward your door and say, “Get out.”

Jungkook is stunned.

You have never made him leave.

You have never told him to just get out.

And for some reason, the ‘get out’ hurts even more than the vicious ‘fuck you’.

“Y/N–”

“Out.”

Jungkook shakes his head, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “Don’t make me leave. Please.”

You immediately reply, “I want you to leave. Right now.”

He stares at the wall for a few moments as he gathers his thoughts. You stare at his side profile for a few seconds before you spin on your heels and head towards your bed.

As you plop down on your bed, you’re just in time to watch Jungkook dig in the pocket of his sweatpants and roughly throw something across the room, aimed right at the wall to your right.

You flinch at the clatter of a small box being smashed against the wall and turn to look at him with a frown etched onto your features.

He has never shown you any aggressiveness ever so you’re shocked at the sudden switch. “What the hell, Jungkook?”

He tugs on his long black locks before he quietly curses and turns, loudly stomping out of your room. The shuffling of him putting his shoes on reaches your ears and before you know it, the front door has been slammed shut.

Your hand sits on your chest, right over where your pounding heart is. You’re not scared of Jungkook and never will be but there’s a reason you don’t go to his matches. You don’t like seeing the boy with the entire galaxy in his eyes be aggressive, be angry, be consumed by hate.

When you’ve finally composed yourself, you take a few breaths to steady your ragged breathing. You deeply exhale and get up from your bed, walking over to the mini box and its spilled contents.

The small blue box is on its side, wide open and something shiny is sprawled out next to it.

Small tear shaped sapphire earrings that would fit perfectly with your estranged necklace.

The words – which you recognize as Jungkook’s handwriting – on the neon pink post-it that’s stuck to the inside of the lid shatters your heart into a million pieces.

‘Be my girlfriend (again)? :)’

•••

[6:30PM]

Hobi

I’m outside ^_^

You smile at your phone and apply your lip gloss as your finishing touch. With a final glance in the mirror, you give yourself a smile and a nod before heading into the hall and sliding your feet into your pumps.

You leave your home after locking up and quickly make your way down to the vehicle in front of your home before hopping into Hobi’s car, leaning over to give him a greeting hug.

“Hey, you okay?” he asks as he leans back and starts accelerating after you’ve closed the car door.

“Yeah. You?” you say as you buckle your seatbelt and open up the interior mirror above your head to check your makeup again.

“I’m fine.” He slows down in front of a red light and glances over at you. “What was all that about?”

“What?” you ask, already knowing what he’s talking about as you continue to check your teeth and waterline, ignoring the persistent lump that’s forming in your throat.

“Yesterday.” He returns his gaze to the road in front of him. “Well, more like this morning.”

You sigh and close the mirror, slouching in your seat as you glance over at him. “I’m sorry about that, Hoseok.”

Even if Hoseok was just helping you get inside, you feel bad about sending him away like that.

A chuckle leaves his mouth. “I know you are, I just thought I was seconds away from being decked in the mouth.”

You look out the window, pressing your lips together in an attempt at blending your gloss with your peachy nude lip combo.

“I know. Jungkook is just,” you pause, rubbing the scrunch between your brows.

He accelerates once the light jumps to green. “Is he the boxer?”

You merely hum in response, picking at the loose flesh around your manicured nails.

“You love him, right?” Hoseok’s question knocks the air right out of your lungs. The lump that had started forming in your throat has lodged down your esophagus and has unleashed a stream of lava that causes your heart to burn.

Your lack of response makes him nod his head, his hand coming to his jaw and rubbing his freshly shaven chin.

“And he certainly didn’t seem happy to see me,” he chuckles as he recalls the events of this morning.

“Yeah, well.” You nonchalantly shrug your shoulders. “He can’t just show up at my front door after two months of not talking to me.”

“Two months?” he repeats, leaning his left elbow against the window next to him and rubbing his chin with his hand whilst his other hand manages the gear shift and steering wheel.

You nod and cross your arms over your shoulders, adjusting the belt that’s digging into your neck.

He asks, “What was he doing for two months?”

You explain the events that happened two months ago, from Jungkook showing up to you telling him for the first time (again) that you love him. You explain the entire history between you and Jungkook, all the problems, all the love, all the pain, everything.

Hoseok knew you were still head over heels in love with an ex-boyfriend that also happened to be a professional boxer but he never pried. However, as he witnessed that embarrassing moment firsthand, you’re of the opinion that you owe him an explanation.

“Hm.” He thinks about what you just told him for a few moments, seemingly in deep thought. Unfortunately, you know Hoseok well enough to know when he wants to say something.

You turn your head to look at him, chest already tightening at the thought of him not agreeing with you. “You’ve got something to say.”

He looks at you for a moment before glancing back at the road. “I’m not sure you want to hear it.”

The raise in your brows indicates intrigue and surprise at his words. “Well, now you have to say it.”

He chuckles at the switch in your tone and parks in the theater’s parking lot before turning to look at you again. “To me, it just seems like he didn’t want to suffocate you again.”

“Suffocate me? He’s not going to suffocate me by texting me once in two months, Hobi.”

“No, I get that, and he is incredibly stupid for that but it seems to me like he’s so scared of losing you again that he didn’t want to ruin anything?” he explains, his point of view being a reminder that not everything may be what it initially seems to you.

You furrow your brows and part your lips to argue but Hoseok cuts you off before you can.

“What did he say after I left? Did he seem different?”

You think about it for a while. Yes, he did seem different, now that you think about it.

And then you’re reminded of Jungkook’s gift and his question. And at that, a surge of guilt spreads through your chest and starts bubbling up your throat.

“He, uh,” you start as you clear your throat, “he just asked who you were. The usual ex-boyfriend stuff. But he did kind of ask me to be his girlfriend again.”

He unbuckles his seatbelt and then turns to you. “So, I take it y’all made up, then.”

You shake your head, avoiding his gaze as you open up the mirror again to check if there’s anything in between your teeth to pretend you don’t care. “I told him to leave.”

“Why?” His brows are pinched together in confusion and you can see him aiming his frown at you in your peripheral vision.

You shrug your shoulders nonchalantly again, hoping to appear unbothered. “I saw his phone, one of his groupies texted him. Just wasn’t in the mood.”

“Did he text them or did they text him?”

You slowly turn to look at him as a frown climbs its way onto your brows. “What?”

Hoseok stares at your for a few moments in silence before repeating his question, “Did he text them?”

You idly blink at him, the image of Jungkook’s face when he swore it wasn’t what it looked like flashing in your mind. Fuck.

You quickly compose yourself and say, “I don’t know.”

Hoseok blinks at you for a few times with a slight pinch in his brows before slowly nodding. “Okay.”

“You want to say something again,” you groan loudly, rubbing the scrunch on your forehead to prepare yourself for what he has to say now.

Surprisingly, he chooses not to. “I’m not going to this time.” A chuckle leaves his mouth after he says that, shaking his head in the process. “Let’s go, the movie is about to start.”

•••

Australia, 1 week ago

With a big gulp, Jungkook slams his glass down onto the wooden surface of the bar he’s sitting at. He winces at the burning liquid sliding down his esophagus, bringing his hand up to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand as he pulls his phone out of his pocket.

He stares at his lockscreen, a smile creeping on his lips at the picture. His eyes trail your fingers and your hand, how well they fit in his.

With a tilt of his phone, he unlocks it using Face ID and opens the message app. He scrolls until he sees your name, it’s been over a year since either of you last texted each other. Like mentioned before, he always comes back unannounced and you always act like nothing has happened.

It’s how it’s been for two damn years.

His fingers slowly start hovering over your contact name. Should he text you? Should he not?

He shouldn’t. You told him the two of you would talk about it when he’s back. Maybe he’d scare you off if he were to text you right now.

Besides, he’d be back in town in five days anyways.

Right as he locks his phone again, he’s dragged out of his thoughts when a hand squeezes his bicep.

He snaps his head in the person’s direction.

“You gonna keep acting like you don’t see me?” Ashley – an ‘acquaintance’ of Jungkook’s – says as she tucks a lock of her hair behind her ear.

(Read: acquaintance meaning a person he’d usually fuck if he was back in their country.)

“Oh,” he mumbles, his arm tensing up under her touch. Not to flex his arm but because he doesn’t want her touching him. “Ashley, right?”

“Hm,” she hums as she drops her hand from his arm, swiveling in her stool to face him, her knees pressed into the side of his thigh. “Doing anything tonight?”

He shakes his head as he continues to stare at the ice ball in his glass, his fingers fidgeting with the rim.

“Wanna do me?” she suggests, her feet making their way to rub up and down his calves in a teasing way.

He instantly regrets all the times he had her bent over his hotel couch, pounding into her from behind and kept his eyes shut to imagine he was fucking you.

He quietly exhales and rubs his eyes with the back of the knuckle of his index fingers as he looks for an excuse to reject her. “I don’t have any protection on me,” he mumbles, hoping she’ll get the hint.

Jungkook is responsible when it comes to his sex life. He’s quite literally always carrying protection. The only person he had ever fucked raw and would continue to do so are you.

So, these past two months he’d been walking around with nothing of the sort because he didn’t feel the need to. Now that there was that blossoming chance that he’d get back together with you, he’d wait for you.

He doesn’t want anyone else moaning his name, he doesn’t want to hold onto anyone else’s hips while pounding into them, he doesn’t want anyone but you.

“We could pass a nightshop on the way to my apartment,” she offers, her hand coming back to his bicep and sliding up his shoulder to his neck, the tips of her fingers playing with the ends of his hair.

The thought of anyone else touching him right now has goosebumps popping out of the upper layer of his skin and not in a good way.

“Let me use the restroom first,” he says as he gets up from his stool, subtly shrugging her hand off his neck in the meantime.

He looks her way for the first time since acknowledging her at the start and gives her the fakest smile he can muster. He walks around her and disappears in the sea of bodies that had started growing behind them.

He quietly makes his exit through a backdoor, standing in front of the building with his back to the door as it shuts loudly behind him. He tilts his head back and allows the infinite soft rain droplets to gently kiss his face and neck.

After a few more moments of enjoying the rain and distant booming music, he whistles at a taxi that he sees passing by and jogs toward it, hopping in the back before anyone else catches him.

•••

present

Damn Hoseok.

It just seems like he didn’t want to suffocate you again.

He’s so scared of losing you again that he didn’t want to ruin anything.

Did he text them?

Should you have heard him out?

You couldn’t even focus on that damn movie. Hoseok’s words and input kept clouding your mind, kept reminding you of maybe – just maybe – you were being unreasonable.

No, you’re not at fault for being upset that he didn’t say a word for two months.

You still think he’s an idiot for that.

Even if it’s been like that for the past two years. This time it was different and you’re not going to let anyone gaslight you into thinking it wasn’t.

But with how well you know his heart, his love, his passion for you, you should’ve known better. You don’t even know how long he’d been waiting in front of your door on New Years.

And there you were during New Years, opening up your front door with a man in your wake that had been in your (once Jungkook’s) bed.

You and Hoseok met at a party of a mutual friend one night and immediately hit it off. For the first time since Jungkook (about a year and a half after the break-up), you finally allowed yourself to let loose and do the thing Jungkook did to get his mind off of you.

You ended up having casual hook-ups with Hoseok, and goodness, was he amazing.

He fucked you good, touched you in the right places, said the right things, did everything right.

But he wasn’t him.

So, after about four months, you’d called it quits. Hoseok, being the amazing person he is, didn’t pry but insisted on staying friends and being there for you.

And that brings you back to the conversation you had with him in the car on your way to the movies.

He didn’t excuse Jungkook’s behavior but he made some good points, and damn him for that. Because now you can’t stop thinking about it. All of it. The worst being that Jungkook had planned to ask you to be his girlfriend again on New Years.

And thanks to all of that thinking, you find yourself in front of Min Yoongi’s front door a few days later.

Since you broke up with Jungkook, he never bothered to find a new place since he’s gone a lot. So, you assume he must be crashing at Yoongi’s when he’s not crashing at yours.

You raise your shaky fist and knock on the door.

A few seconds later, the sound of shuffling and keys jingling reach your ears and instantly sends a jolt of electricity up your spine. The door swings open and you make eye contact with his manager, his intense eyes make your heart almost implode within your ribs.

His frown at your presence almost stings. “What are you doing here?”

You look to the side as you swallow, hoping it helps you gather your courage. “Is Jungkook here?”

He scoffs, clearly unimpressed. “Why?”

“I need to talk to him.” You turn your head to look at him again, hoping you look as determined as you feel.

He dryly chuckles and shakes his head in disbelief. “So, you can kick him out at 4AM without hearing him out but he needs to hear you out because you’re the one that needs to talk now?”

You cross your arms over your chest to keep yourself from fidgeting and glance at the floor. “I want to apologize to him for that.”

“You want me to believe that?” He glances at his watch as if he’s unimpressed with your reasoning.

Gosh, why is he so stubborn?

Before you can even reply, he bitterly adds, “You need to quit playing with that boy’s feelings, Y/N.”

You finally look up at the older man, a quiver in your bottom lip and an imaginary bag of sand unleashing in your throat as your mouth dries out at his accusation. “I’m not playing with his feelings, Min,” you pause as you look away. “Please, just let me talk to him.”

“You can’t expect me to believe you came all the way out here just so you can apologize to him.” He slides his feet into his shoes, running a hand through his freshly cut hair.

He looks so nonchalant, as if what you’re saying is of absolutely no significance to him. The tightening in your chest tells you that you’re starting to lose your patience. “And why the fuck not?”

Yoongi’s eyebrows twitch as he takes a step closer to you, menacingly looming over you. You now know where Jungkook gets that from. “You could’ve texted him and he would come over in a heartbeat, you know that.”

“Let me stop you right there,” you say as you raise your hand, holding it up in front of his chest. “He’s not a fucking dog. I’m not going to text him so he can jump at every command. I know he would, which is why I took it upon myself to come here and personally apologize to him.”

Yoongi tilts his head to the side as he listens to your ramble, his arms crossed over his chest. You see the glimmer of something in his eyes but you can’t tell what it is, he’s always been too hard to read.

You drop your hand, wrapping it around the straps of the purse you’re holding in your sweaty palms to tug it over your shoulder. “So, will you let me?” you say after a few seconds of silence from Yoongi.

He narrows his eyes at you, still trying to read you and your intentions. But your sincerity is clear, evident by the fire in your eyes, your balled fists at your sides and the pinch in between your brows.

He takes a deep breath and steps aside to let you in. “Do what you want. I was about to leave anyway,” he mumbles as he slides his coat on and walks around you, heading out the front door.

He abruptly stops and turns to look at you one last time. “Don’t make him do anything stupid, Y/N. Or so, help me God.”

He stares you down as if he wants to obliterate you with a single blink of his eyes and with that, he leaves.

Jesus. What is his deal?

You clear your throat and compose yourself. You quietly close the door after he’s left, kicking your shoes off and make your way down the corridor, peeking into rooms until you find a door that’s shut. You try to open it but it’s locked so you quietly sigh before bringing your fist up and knocking softly on it.

“Can it wait ‘till tomorrow, hyung?” Jungkook’s groggy voice is muffled from behind the door.

Your chest tightens at his voice.

You shakily exhale as you drop your hand, your other hand still sitting on the door handle. “It’s me. Can we talk?”

Instant shuffling behind the closed door has butterflies eating your stomach from the inside out, your fingers tightly wrapped around the straps of your purse as you forcefully swallow down the bubble of panic that’s threatening to rush up your throat.

The door swings open and you’re met with bed hair, shirtless, sleepy Jungkook.

Your eyes drop down his figure but you quickly return them to his eyes, your lips pressed into a thin line.

His eyeballs are practically bulging out of his eye sockets at the sight of you here and his brows are dramatically pinched together but he quickly composes himself and shoves his hands into his pockets. “Why are you here?”

It stings, it does. You realize that asking him that day what he was doing at your place must’ve hurt this way. Burned this way. Stung this way.

“Jungkook,” you breathe out, your hands in front of your thighs with your fingers wrapped tightly around the straps of your purse as you swing it back and forth to distract yourself from the nerves creeping up on you.

He tilts his head to the side, parting his lips to answer your call but he closes his lips right away. The fact that he’s not replying is enough to have your heart stuttering in its rhythm, veins pulsating with fear. What if he tells you to get out like you did?

His silence makes you speak up and say, “I’m sorry.”

His expression doesn’t change but there’s a glint of surprise in his eyes. “For?”

“Everything.” Your reply is immediate.

He slowly crosses his arms over his chest. “You’re going to need to be more specific than that, Y/N,” he says with a stern tone in his voice that has your stomach twisting into a wringed out shirt.

You sigh as you watch him step backwards into the room again, leaving the door open for you, a wordless invitation.

He doesn’t even turn the light on, just goes back to sit on the bed but he reaches over to turn the flashlight of his phone on and turns his phone face down on the bed so it lights up some of the room.

You walk in and close the door behind you, looking around the room. You haven’t been here in a long time but not much has changed.

Your feet bring you to the foot of his bed, his eyes staring you down the entire time. “I’m sorry for sending you away and not hearing you out. I shouldn’t have done that.” You place your purse on his bed but stand in front of it still, anxiously fidgeting with the strap.

He continues to quietly stare at you which makes you continue, “I was,” you pause to sigh deeply, “I was upset because you didn’t talk to me.”

He exhales deeply and looks to the side, your eyes watching as his Adam’s apple bobs up and down. “You told me we’d talk about it when I was back.”

“I know I did but I thought I’d at least hear from you if it was going to last that long. I was waiting,” you explain, not missing the way Jungkook has nervously started nibbling on his bottom lip.

“I just thought that last time…” You shake your head as you continue, “I thought last time was different.”

He slowly nods as he returns the eye contact finally. “You’re right, it was,” he quietly says. “I’m sorry. I should have reached out. I was just scared you’d push me away again if I reached out to you just because you said–” he pauses as he glances at you and then turns his head to look away again, “those words. That you’d think I was too excited or something.”

Hoseok — a complete stranger to him — read Jungkook better than you. You should be fucking ashamed.

You gently rub your eyes to not mess up your eye makeup and then walk around the bed, moving to stand in front of him. He refuses to look at you, though, staring at his lap as if it’s playing a movie to him.

“Jungkook,” you start, “look at me.”

He slowly turns his head and tilts his chin to look up at you. If he notices the way your hand slightly hesitates before reaching out to him, he doesn’t show nor comment on it.

Your fingers delicately tuck his long black hair behind his ear, mindlessly playing with the shell of his ear.

“Will you hear me out this time?” he asks you, eyes twinkling with hope.

You shake your head. You don’t want to hear him out because he doesn’t owe you an explanation. “You don’t owe me anything, Jungkook. You don’t have to explain yourself to me.”

He wraps his fingers around your wrist as your own fingers play with his locks. “I want to. Will you let me?”

Your chest deflates as you deeply exhale at his stubbornness. “Okay.”

He reaches for his phone that he left face turned down on his nightstand and hands it to you. He’s telling you to check his phone to prove his innocence.

You shake your head as you push his phone away, you’re not that kind of person. You’re aware you and Jungkook don’t have the healthiest relationship but snooping in each other’s phones is something neither of you ever felt the need to do.

However, Jungkook is determined. “Just look at it,” he pleads.

Your eyes shift downwards as you curiously glance at the screen. It’s a text conversation between him and someone.

René.

You realize he’s showing you the full text conversation that you read last time and there are no replies from Jungkook at all.

[1:04AM]

René (AUS)

Why didn’t you tell me you were back in Australia? We could’ve gotten together and hung out!! Let me know when you’re back x

[1:06AM]

René (AUS)

Missed call (2)

You rub the scrunch between your brows and take a deep breath as the reality of the situation dawns on you. His words play on a continuous loop in your head.

I didn’t fuck anyone.

Jungkook had never denied it before. He would usually be quiet if you’d imply he’d been with someone. And if you think about it, that wasn’t even the part that made you upset. It was not hearing from him at all.

You push his phone back toward his chest when the text messages have mockingly stared at you long enough. “I’m sorry, Kook. I was such an ass.”

You continue, “This doesn’t change anything, I’m still a prick for not considering your feelings.”

He looks up at you through his pretty lashes, teeth chewing on his bottom lip which has reddened from all that nibbling.

You mindlessly press your thumb into his chin to make him release his bottom lip as you conclude, “Even if you did do whatever I thought it was you were doing, you have every right to. You don’t owe me a goddamn thing.”

“Just stop.” He shakes his head. “Don’t say that.”

You sigh as he dismisses your statements, he’s going to keep dismissing them so there’s no point in pressing him about it. “Well, I’m sorry. Are we good?” you ask as you tuck another lock of his hair behind his ear.

A soft smile stretches onto his pretty lips, his eyes glimmering like he’s holding the entire galaxy in his gaze, which is you. “Of course we are,” he says, eyelashes fluttering at you and if it was any quieter, you could probably hear the blinking of his eyelids. “Did you come all the way out here to apologize?” he adds, his voice quiet and uncertain.

No, you didn’t.

You slowly nod, sliding your fingers to his earlobe and down his jaw, rubbing his chin with your thumb. “I did.”

He nods his head and you notice the scrunch in his nose for a split second, a habit he has when he becomes emotional. Becoming emotional is the last thing you need right now so you avert your gaze to your purse on his mattress. “When will I see you again?” he quietly asks.

“You know where I live,” you say, telling him he’s always welcome whenever he needs you. You drop your hand from his face and reach for your purse, slinging it over your shoulder as you head towards the door again. The sound of him following behind you reaches your ears, letting you know he at least wants to walk you out.

It’s a direct parallel of whenever you walk him out of your house.

However, you change your mind and decide that right now is the best time to respond to his unanswered question.

“Actually,” you say as you turn on your heels, “I came for one more thing.” You take his phone out of his hand to use his flashlight.

He halts in his steps behind you and raises his brows, eyes shifting to your hands as you pull out a box from your purse.

You hold it out to him, shaking it slightly when it takes him too long to take from your hands. A frown sits on his brows for a moment but he takes it into his hands nonetheless, opening it to look inside of it.

It’s your estranged necklace, the one he gave you three years ago.

He glances up at you, his pretty eyes once full of love and hope now full of hurt and despair. His misunderstanding squeezes your heart until you almost can’t breathe under his pained gaze.

“You’re giving this back to me?” he asks, voice so small and barely loud enough to be heard.

You shake your head. “I’m asking you to help put it on me.” You turn the flashlight around to aim it at your face, allowing him to finally see the tear-shaped sapphire earrings he got you hanging from your earlobes for the first time since you walked in.

It had been dark in the room so he never noticed you wearing them until this very moment.

His eyes jump from your right ear to your left, the reality of the situation dawning on him like a pile of bricks. The smile that suddenly stretches onto his lips singlehandedly glues all the pieces of your broken heart together again.

He can’t contain his wide smile, fingers scrambling as he takes it out of the box. He throws the unimportant box somewhere on his bed and unclasps the necklace, wrapping the chain around your neck from the front, never breaking eye contact with you as his fingers fasten the chain behind your neck. He adjusts the pretty necklace around your neck and reaches up to play with the earring in your right ear.

You can’t help but smile at his giddy reaction, your fingers coming up to fidget with the pendant.

His hand drops from your earlobe to his side, fingers pinching at the fabric of his swears. “Is this a yes?”

(Read: He’s referring to the question he wrote on the post-it note.)

You shrug your shoulders with a smug grin and add, “Clearly it’s not a no.”

A soft chuckle leaves his mouth as he shakes his head at your teasing. His hands reach out and hold your waist, pulling you closer to him and your heart jolts in between your lungs at his proximity. He nudges your nose with his and respectfully drops his hands to your hips.

“Will you let me kiss you?”

The two of you giggle when you realize you’ve both asked each other the same question in unison. You bring your hands up to cup his face and press your lips to his.

He pulls you closer, closing the distance between the two of you as he tilts his head. His hands squeeze your hips and you hum into the kiss, moving your hands behind his neck so you can wrap your arms around his neck.

You pull away slowly and move to cup his cheeks, rubbing the apple of his burning cheek with your thumb.

“Stay the night. We’ll talk some more in the morning,” he says carefully, hoping you’ll agree.

You tilt your head to the side as his offer reaches your ears, a thinking pout on your lips before you part them to say, “I don’t think Min Yoongi would appreciate me staying over. He hates my guts.”

He stares at you for a moment longer and then glances at the wall. He knows you’re right. “He doesn’t hate y–”

You cut him off. “Yes, he does.”

“He hates what I let the relationship do to me. It’s not anything against you.” He tries to reason but you can’t forget the way Yoongi looks at you like he wishes you would just disappear into thin air.

He must’ve noticed the uncertainty in your expression. “I’ll lock the door,” he adds as he nods over your shoulder at the door.

“What are we, teenagers?” you laugh, rubbing his chest to make him look at you and he does.

He kisses his teeth after being in deep thought. “Okay, then just stay for a little while.” He pulls you down onto his bed, making you let out a surprised yelp.

You fall on top of him, hands still on his chest. You glance down at him and he’s got a shit-eating grin on his lips. He whimpers when you bring your hand down to slap his chest before you roll off of him to take your jacket off.

You toss the article of clothing somewhere across the room and your attention is disrupted when he wraps his hand around your wrist to pull you down and back into his embrace.

He pulls your back flat into his chest, arm hooked around your waist and his lips pressed into the back of your neck. He inhales through his nose and presses a soft kiss to your shoulder blade.

“I missed you so much.” He leaves a trail of kisses from your shoulder to your neck, not paying any mind to the goosebumps that he’s awakening directly under the soft flesh of his lips.

You hum in response and let your eyes flutter close. “I haven’t had sex in months so if you don’t stop kissing me right now, I’ll ride you for three hours.”

He chuckles and pulls away to say, “Aren’t we moving too fast?”

You roll your eyes at his stupid joke as you wiggle out of his grasp and sit up, your gaze shifting to him next to you, eyes scanning his cocky face. “You fucked me for two years, Jungkook.”

“Still.” He rolls onto his back to be able to look at you better and moves his hands up to place the back of his head on top of his palms, allowing you to look at the clear outline of his biceps and triceps. He adds, “We just started dating, you horndog.”

“Right,” you say as you mockingly nod your head and get up from his bed, starting to head out of his room. “Guess I’ll just ask Hoseok.”

By the time the ruffling of his sheets have reached your ears, you haven’t even made it halfway through the room. Jungkook drags you back by your bicep, pulling you backwards into the room. You let out a quiet shriek when he spins you in one swift motion, hooks his hands around your thighs and lifts you onto the dresser.

He wedges himself in between your thighs, pulling you to the edge of the dresser and holding you tightly by your waist, fingers draped over your ribcage. “You just love exploring my limits, don’t you?”

You chuckle and reach up to tuck his beautiful hair behind his ears with both hands. “You’re hot when you’re jealous.”

He shakes his head with a smile stretched onto lips, wrapping his arm around the perimeter of your waist to push your chest flat into his. “Yeah? I could also just text René right now,” he says as he shrugs his shoulders before adding, “ask what she’s wearing.”

Your face twists into a scowl as you press your hands into his chest in an attempt to push him off but there’s no strength behind the push because you don’t want to push him off and luckily, Jungkook is not budging.

You huff and wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your lips to his jaw and leaving a trail of soft kisses on his honey skin. “You could but you won’t.” Your breath tickles him, apparent by how quickly you can get goosebumps to pop out of his skin.

“Hm,” he hums nonchalantly and tilts his head to give you more access. He adds, “You sound awfully confident.”

“Yep,” you retort right away, dropping your arms and placing your hands on top of the dresser, leaning back on them as you look at him. “Want me to show you how confident I am?”

He cocks his eyebrows and tilts his head to the side, contemplating your words. “And how would you show me?”

You blink at him, fluttering your eyelashes innocently as you push him back and hop off the dresser. You turn him around and press his back into the dresser.

You slowly sink down, squatting in front of him and caging his calves in between your thighs in the process.

You look up at him with an innocent twinkle in your eyes as you reach for the waistband of his sweats, waiting for him to give you the green light.

“Shit,” he breathes out before eagerly nodding.

A soft giggle pushes past your lips as you start tugging his sweats down his legs and letting them pool at his ankles. You’re faced with his black Calvin Klein boxers and fuck, does he look good.

You tuck your fingers under the hem of his CK boxers and slowly tug them down his legs as well. His dick isn’t hard yet but it’s slowly growing.

You place your hands on the outer-sides of his bare thighs and move your head downwards to take the head of his dick into your mouth without using your hands, pretty eyes still staring into his.

He curses quietly and places one of his hands on your head, staring down at you to watch your every move.

You keep your eyes glued to him, lashes kissing your brows with the same innocent glimmer in your pretty eyes. You continue to move your head down his shaft, feeling it harden in your mouth and grow heavy with blood on your tongue.

His dick starts rapidly inflating in your mouth but you’ve already completely lathered it in your saliva, making it easier for you to pump his base as you continue to suck on the first few inches of his hardened dick.

You slide your tongue down his shaft, tracing one of the veins down to his balls as you gently suck on them whilst pumping his shaft, your eyes never breaking the intense lock you have his gaze in.

He winces in sensitivity and his thighs tense in pleasure as you continue to suck on his balls, your thumb gracefully rubbing over the head of his dick every time your hand makes it up his shaft.

“Quit teasing me,” he demands but it comes out in a pleading tone, his hips slightly jerking as he tries to fight the urge to thrust into your hand.

“Quit teasing me, what?” you press a kiss to the side of his shaft, eyes menacingly mocking him as you refuse to look anywhere else. You love when Jungkook submits to you because he rarely does.

He grunts in annoyance. “Quit teasing me, please.” His hand on your head gently strokes your cranium, hopeful that you’ll comply.

But you have other plans.

You haven’t taken him into your mouth since you’ve started teasing because the moment you do, he’ll make you eat your own shit by mercilessly fucking your throat. And you’re in need of teasing him some more before you let that happen.

You lick a wet stripe up the downside of his dick ‘till you make it to his tip, collecting all the precum that had started oozing out of his dick onto your tongue. You teasingly lick all around the head, the tip of your tongue sliding in between his slit which makes him hiss.

“Y/N,” he warns, trying to sound stern but his mouth betrays him when a soft, desperate moan pushes past his lips right after he says your name.

You simply hum in response. He can sound stern all he wants to but you’re the one in control, not him.

One of your hands abandons his thigh, letting the cold air hit the warm spot on his skin that your hand has left and you bring it up to massage his balls, tongue still wickedly teasing his slit.

You innocently blink up at him as you start pressing kisses to his tip, the precum sticking to your lips as you leave a sloppy trail of kisses down his shaft.

“Y/N, please,” he whimpers.

The moment his plea reaches your ears, you part your lips wide enough for him to fit through but you don’t move. It’s a wordless invitation for him to come use your mouth however he pleases.

He gets the memo right away and doesn’t waste any time to slide right into your mouth, holding your head in place as he thrusts into your mouth, groaning when the head of his dick slams into your soft palate.

You blink your tears away but it’s useless as he continues to assault the back of your throat, tears uncontrollably spilling from your eyes and rolling down your hot cheeks, ruining your makeup in the process.

You tap his thigh twice and he understands, halting his thrusts and glancing down at you to check. Once you take his dick back into your mouth and move your own head down his shaft again after catching your breath, he throws his head back and lets you suck him off to the best of your abilities.

Your makeup has undoubtedly smudged all over your face but you don’t mind, not when Jungkook loves it. You gracefully move your mouth down his dick, committing the feeling of his hardened shaft effortlessly sliding over your tongue to memory.

He moans and groans a few more times and that tells you he’s nearing his orgasm. But just as you’re about to speed up, he stops you.

“I want to cum inside of you,” he tells you before sliding out of your sloppy mouth.

You try to catch your breath and nod as you wipe your chin and mouth with the back of your hand before rising to your feet.

“I don’t like that I’m completely naked and you’re fully clothed.” He reminds you that you are – in fact – fully clothed and he is – in fact – buttnaked.

“I don’t know, seems kind of fair to me.” You shrug your shoulders once you tug your shirt off and throw it somewhere in the room. You bring your fingers up to right under your eyes to try and clean up some of the makeup stains on your hot cheeks. “‘Cause aren’t you a pervert, anyway?”

He scoffs as he crosses his arms. “I’m the pervert?”

He takes a breath to continue his argument but it’s abruptly cut off when you unclasp your bra and toss it at him, watching as it gracefully drapes over his shoulder.

His eyes drop down to your chest as if he’s forgotten you even have eyes before his hands wrap around your waist and push you toward his bed with a quickness.

You let yourself fall back against the soft mattress but you can barely enjoy the feeling before his fingers tug your pants down your legs. You prop yourself up on your elbows and watch as he mindlessly tugs your jeans off your ankles, angrily tossing it aside.

A soft giggle leaves your lips as you watch him be passive aggressive with your pants but not for long when his eyes shift to yours.

“Something funny?” he quips, eyes dropping down to the only piece of fabric that’s hindering what he wants to do to you.

You glance down at your panties before back up at him. Your hand travels down your stomach to your pelvis, slowly sliding your panties to the side, allowing him to see what a mess he’s made between your legs.

His tongue peeks out at the corner of his lips, sliding along his bottom lip as he eyes your attention-seeking sex. He hooks his fingers around your panties and slides them down your legs, tugging them off your ankles and tossing them somewhere on the floor over his shoulder.

He hunches over and positions his mouth right above your pussy before spitting on it, watching your legs jerk as he rubs it into your already soaked sex with his fingers. He knows you like it and he’s right, it drives you up the fucking wall every time he does.

He straightens his back and positions himself at your sticky sex, rubbing the head of his dick up and down your wet slit.

He wastes no time as he looks into your eyes when he pushes in, watching your face and how your eyes widen, your mouth falls open, your body jerks.

“Jungkook.” His name leaves your mouth in a desperate moan as he bottoms out, his brows furrowed and his bottom lip trapped between his teeth.

He lets out a low grunt and after a while of adjusting to the feeling of being inside of you again, he starts thrusting into you.

Your eyes shift to where you’re connected, intently watching how his dick disappears in and out of you. A pathetic moan falls from your lips, a surprised yelp following directly after when he grabs a handful of your breast, massaging it in his palm as he fucks into you.

His hips speed up in pace, the sound of his skin slamming into yours has your eyes rolling back and your arms give out, making you fall back against the mattress, sprawled out in front of him again.

He lets go of your breast and pushes one of your legs back, hooking it around his arm to keep it in place and mercilessly starts pounding into you, face hovering right over yours. “You’re so beautiful.”

Your eyes flutter open at his words, the only thing you can think about now is the stretching in your walls and his beautiful face in front of yours.

“You belong to me, don’t you?” he muses, face closing in on your neck as he presses soft kisses to your sweaty skin. The soft whines and whimpers leaving your mouth makes him fuck you harder yet gentler, full of love yet full of hate, want but also need.

You gather your breath to answer his question, in the mood to tease him now that he’s finally yours again. “No.”

Teasing each other is your love language.

His hips slow down and his face appears in front of yours again with a frown. His jet black eyes staring you down makes you want to sink into his mattress and disappear off the face of the Earth. He arrogantly clicks his tongue as he says, “Is that so?”

“Mhm,” you hum, closing your eyes as you move your hands up to the back of his neck to play with his hair, twirling his locks around your fingers.

He mockingly nods at your teasing. “You know damn well no one else fucks you like I do.” His thrusts get harsher, eyes dropping to your breasts bouncing from the momentum of his pounding.

You whimper at the switch, the rough pounding makes the wetness squelch extra loud and you’ve made a disgusting mess against his sex with your slick.

“You know, Hoseok was pretty goo–”

“But who’s the one fucking you right now?”

His rebuttal has you dead silent aside from the occasional, pathetic moans and heavy breathing. You open your eyes and the first thing you’re met with are his own, black and frustrated.

“The love of my life.”

Your reply to him has his hips stuttering in their rhythm, the corners of his lips twitching as he tries to fight the smile threatening to creep onto his lips. In order to hide his smile, he starts leaning down and presses his lips against yours in a sweet kiss, a stark contrast to the rough pounding of his hips.

Make-up sex really is the best.

You decide it’s enough teasing and wrap your legs around his waist, caging him in between your thighs as you pull him even closer. “I love you so much,” you mumble against his lips, arms wrapped around his neck to fully keep him trapped in your embrace.

He nods at the words, his pelvis still repeatedly slamming into yours. His hips slow down but the power behind them never subsides, the rough pounding has all your nerve endings set alight and your thighs jerk violently when the head of his dick barely grazes your cervix with each thrust.

“I’m gonna cum,” he mumbles against your lips, allowing you to lick into his mouth. You clench around his dick, walls wrapping tightly around him. He groans into your mouth, it’s your way of milking him of every drop and he knows it.

“Harder,” you moan once he pulls away from your lips, his brows knitting together as he complies, roughly slamming his hips into yours.

His breath is getting heavier by the second and his dick twitches in between your walls, alerting you that he’s seconds away from his climax. “I love you so much,” he mumbles as he ejaculates, painting your insides with his cum.

He keeps thrusting and lets long groans and moans leave his lips as he fucks his load into you, your soft whimpers in his ear are the cherry on top that drives him insane.

He gives you a couple more thrusts before he fully comes to a halt, face buried in the crook of your neck.

The synced heavy breathing, his proximity, the reality of the situation, it all has tears pricking in your eyes.

He slowly lifts his head off your shoulder, eyes searching yours. “You haven’t cum yet, hm?”

You shake your head in response.

“Remember when you teased me while sucking my dick 20 minutes ago?” he asks as he unhooks your legs from his waist.

Your breath hitches in your throat as you listen to him, already knowing where this is headed.

“Get ready,” is all he says.

He pulls out and drags you all the way to the edge of his bed, forcefully shoving his fingers into your mouth while the other wastes no time traveling to your sex and beginning its torturous assault on your sensitive clit.

Your throat is ruined from the screams you’ve let out when he continues to edge and overstimulate you for the next 30 minutes, watching in satisfaction as you writhe and squirm under his touch.

•••

You wrap the towel around your frame as you leave his bathroom, eyes glued to him as he’s staring at the ceiling before his eyes shift to you. He turns on his side and props his head up on one hand, a smile on his lips as he watches you dig into his dresser for something to wear.

“When do you leave again?” you ask quietly as you pull out a pair of his sweats.

He stares at your back for a moment longer before answering, “Next Thursday.”

(Read: For context, it’s Friday right now.)

Your hands find one of his bigger shirts and you pull it out, placing it next to the sweats you chose on top of the dresser.

You continue, “Where are you going?”

He thinks about his answer for a few seconds. “Brazil,” he says. This conversation happens every time and yet he answers like it’s the first time you’re asking him these questions.

You slowly nod as you consider asking him what you want to ask him.

“How long will you be staying there?” you ask as you drop your towel and slide his sweats and shirt on, ditching your bra and underwear.

He looks up at you as he says, “I’m not sure, probably a week or two.”

Your feet slowly take you to him and you take your seat on his bed right next to him.

You nod your head in understanding again before you reach out to tuck his hair behind his ear, addicted to the way his soft hair feels against your skin.

“Will you let me come with you?”

Your question has him perking up like a cartoon character, lips twitching, eyes wide, ears expanding.

Ever since you met him, you had never flown out with him anywhere. You love change but you also love the comfort of your own home.

But love is about compromise, is it not?

He instantly shoots up in his bed and lunges at you, wrapping his arms tightly around your frame, face buried in your hair. He deeply inhales, his arms almost crushing your ribs, his pounding heart beating against your chest.

His breath has gotten shaky but you can tell that he’s fighting the urge to bawl in your presence. And eventually, he finally finds the voice that abandoned him in his time of need.

“I would love that.”

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