Vows Aka 10 Ways To Win Your Husband's Heart Masterlist

Vows aka 10 ways to win your husband's heart Masterlist

An arranged marriage AU

You've been in your arranged marriage with Yoongi for five years, and he's never once retaliated for anything you've done to him. One day you realise you've lost your appetite for provoking him, and you set about trying to win his heart instead.

Vows Part 1 Part 2

Drabbles - Sorry, Pretend, Lonely, The suit, Choices, Geneva, Avila, Drive stick, Sire, Drown, Sulky

Schooled - Seokjin's revenge

Firsts

Everything

Doll

Penance

Every time like the first time

Switch pt 2

Untouchable

First Strike

Shiner

©hamsterclaw 2022-2023

I think he knows | myg

Summary: You knew that Yoongi liked the angel costume you were wearing for the birthday party, but he seemed to be too.. into you that night? You could help but asking yourself, was Yoongi jealous?

This is part two of so it goes: series masterlist

<part one part three>

—pairing: rapper!yoongi x reader

—rating: +18

—genre: friends with benefits (kind of? they're in love) to lovers, lots of fluff!!, smut.

—warnings/tags: grinding, unprotected sex, hickeys, riding, dom!yoongi (i guess), emotional constipation, jealousy, oc gets kind of sad 😫. etc etc etc

—words: 11.2k (whattttttt??)

a/note: hiii!! i finally get to post part two of so it goes, I'm so happy to share it but scared at the same time. I struggled a lot writing this so bare with me I wanted to show yoongi and the oc's relationship when they're not alone and to write the oc's feelings, it got this long at the end but give it a chance. I already started writing the next part so let me know what you think about this one, feedback is appreciated :) and again if you want to join the taglist, send me a message or comment this post.

The lights were off, the only thing that lit up the room  were the party lights that Nayeon bought to celebrate her birthday party. You were sitting on the couch around your friends when you looked at Yoongi, dressed like Tony Montana, leaned against the wall with crossed arms. He was wearing a whole white suit with a red shirt underneath, you found yourself wanting to take off his jacket, maybe his shirt and pants too, but he looked so good you might as well make him keep them on. 

You know him too well, he shot you a look that could only mean one thing. 

‘Come. Here.’ His eyes said, but you shook your head just to annoy him.

‘Come get me.’

It's his turn to shake his head in disapproval. You would be lying if you said that you weren’t thinking the same thing as him, you got maybe too intoxicated in his cologne when he arrived at your apartment and he whispered in your ear that he didn’t know if he could control himself if you were wearing that white mini skirt. Yes, you knew that Yoongi liked the angel costume and white corset you chose, you knew he got a little turned on when he saw you wearing fake angel wings and lip gloss, but he seemed to be… maybe too into you that night? He couldn’t stop looking at you from across the room, and when he was next to you he kept his hand on your waist, bringing you closer and closer to him. You saw him walking towards you, he offered his hand and you took it. You both laughed like you shared a secret and  guided you to your room as if you didn’t know the way. Then, the question you tried to avoid all night popped in your head once again, was Yoongi jealous?

It all started when he was sitting on his studio chair, his phone rang three times receiving a chain of cryptic messages sent by you.

[Baby]: Friday night, you and me.

[Baby]: My place.

[Baby]: Bring a costume.

[Yoongo]: roleplay?

[Baby]: ????

[Baby]: No??? 

[Baby]: Nayeon's birthday party, she invited you. I forgot to tell you, you have to bring a costume. 

[Yoongo]: i don't have a costume

[Baby]: Then get one, big boy.

[Yoongo]: it's not even halloween ? 

He waited for your answer but you didn’t reply. He stared at the “Seen at 4:12 pm” on his phone screen, leaving him talking alone.

Two days passed since you sent those messages when he opened the door of his apartment on a wednesday and you were already there, on his couch watching A Cinderella Story.

“Maybe giving you the key was a bad idea.” Yoongi said, taking his shoes off. Except for that night last month, he thought, when you waited for him on his bed wearing lingerie, but that was a whole different discussion.

Yoongi walked towards you and you made space for him on the couch.

"Did you think about your costume?" You asked, ignoring him, going straight to the point. 

"Can I go without one?" 

"Nayeon is gonna be pissed at you if you go without one. You would be the only one." 

Your flatmate and Yoongi got along pretty well, Nayeon liked him as long as he treated you right and Yoongi had learnt to like her, he couldn't understand how you, two completely different people, were best friends. She was too energetic, almost chaotic, and talked all the time, when you were more quiet and timid. In the last seven months Yoongi got used to spending time with Nayeon when he was at your apartment, and he was fine with it, until that led to him to wear a costume for her birthday party. 

"Who's going, anyway?" He asked. 

"A bunch of people. Jungkook, Eric, Yongsung, Kevin..." You started to list all of your friend’s names, but Yoongi stopped listening when he heard that name. Suddenly, the idea of going to the party didn’t sound so bad.

"What are you wearing?" Getting closer to you, he put his arm around your shoulder, pressing your body against his.

"I was thinking about an angel costume." You answered, playing with the straps of his black hoodie. 

"Mmm... like a Victoria's Secret angel?" He asked, kissing you softly for the first time that night. 

"No, but if you wear a costume I can be one for you by the end of the night." 

Then, Yoongi started to think of a costume.

Now you were there, just a few seconds away from disappearing in your room with him, but the question still hung in the air. 

Earlier that night, he arrived and gave Nayeon the present you bought together. It was just a simple silver ring with a beautiful stone on top of it, but you knew your friend would love it when you picked it. Then, people started to arrive and your apartment started to get full. How many people did Nayeon invite? How were all those people going to fit in your tiny place? She didn’t care, she was already dancing in the living room under the green and purple lights, it wasn’t her fault that everywhere she went, she made a new friend. 

Nayeon was your best friend and you loved her, you agreed with her when she proposed to wear matching outfits —she was wearing a red dress and red horns, dressed as a devil—, you helped her with the snacks and to decorate the place. It wasn’t a big deal, you loved doing things for her, especially on her birthday. When she started to move her hips towards you as Super Bass by Nicki Minaj started playing, you tried to draw the line and say no to her. You failed. 

“There’s no right way to dance to this, please.” You whined in embarrassment as you tried to follow her steps, she grabbed your hands and brought you closer to her, guiding you to a ridiculous dance. You knew your face was red, but Nayeon’s happy face was enough for you  to ignore it. 

“I know you loved this song!” She said.

“I love a bunch of songs,” you said over the music. “I don’t dance to all of them,”

That didn’t stop her to force you to keep dancing, her dance moves were ridiculous, but you looked more stupid trying to follow her.  

The song was about to end when you felt two strong arms wrap around your waist, suddenly you were being dragged away from your friend, who looked behind you, faking an upset grin.

“Sorry,” Yoongi’s deep voice resonated behind you. “you already got your share of her. It’s my turn now.”

“But it’s my birthday!” She complained.

“Not in South America.” He replied, making Nayeon roll her eyes. Classic Yoongi. 

He spinned you until you were facing him, grabbing your hips and pulling you closer to him. When a slow r&b song started, you remembered one thing about Nayeon: she didn’t know how to make a playlist, let alone a party playlist. It was either have her phone connected to the speakers Jungkook lent her, or pay an expensive dj (that was her excuse). But the song was fine, it worked.

“Is Min Yoongi taking me to dance?” You wrapped your arms around his neck and he placed his hands on your lower back, making you feel butterflies when he slowly started dancing with you “Are you trying to seduce me?” 

You saw his gaze traveling from your eyes to your lips and back to your eyes again, he lowered himself, you parted your lips just waiting for him, but he pulled back. 

“I don’t need to do that, I already did it” 

He swung from side to side to the rhythm of the music, grabbing your hips so you could move alongside him. Neither you or him were the type to dance at parties, both were too aware of people around you, but maybe if you pretended that it was just you and him, it wasn't so bad. 

Yoongi was taller than you and most of the time, when you were that close to him, you had to lift your head to look him in the eye. If you didn’t, the only thing you could see was his chest. And in that moment it was hard not to think of it  when it was right in front of you. 

You tried not to laugh at the thought, if you told Yoongi all the tiny things about him that turned you on he would laugh too, he would tease you about it every time he had the chance. You liked to think that you keep those things as a secret, from his exposed chest to way he pressed his fingertips on your hips, the kind of things that weren’t necessarily sexual but made your stomach flip. You liked when he stroked your hair a certain way and how deep his voice got in the morning, when he was driving or when he lay down on the bed and put his hands under his head, flexing his arms.

You snapped out of your thoughts when you felt his hands on your face, making you look at him. You could notice that it was hard for Yoongi to make eye contact, and you liked looking at him until he ran away from your gaze. Sometimes you think that Yoongi doesn’t like eye contact because maybe if you looked into his dark eyes for long enough, you would discover a secret. In that moment, you thought that you were about to do it. 

“You look hot.” You confessed to him, but he scoffed at the compliment. 

“Do you think?” 

“Yeah, I thought you weren’t going to make an effort. Like Jungkook.”

You looked at your best friend as leaning on the wall, dressed in blue boxing shorts and a black tshirt, his blue boxing gloves hanging around his neck. That wasn’t a costume, that was just Jungkook on a tuesday. 

“What’s up with him, by the way?” He asked, whispering in your ear in case your best friend might hear him. “I saw him glued to his phone since I arrived.”

“Oh you know…” you sighed “ladies problems, I think.” 

“Is he fighting?” 

Yoongi was one nosy bitch. 

“Not at all, I think he wanted to invite her or something, but he didn’t.” You ran your fingertips on the hair of his neck, watching how a little smile appeared on his face as he observed Jungkook typing on his phone. “Don’t you dare…” You warned him, making him pay attention to you again. 

“What?” He asked, playing dumb.

“Don’t tell him that I told you.” You clarified. Sometimes it seemed like Yoongi’s only purpose in life was to tease poor Jungkook. 

“Why do you always think bad about me?” He whined, his lips forming a pout. 

“I don’t! But I know you want to. You’re gonna get me in trouble.” Standing in your tiptoes, you kissed away that ridiculous pout on his mouth. 

When the room started getting too hot, you took Yoongi to the little balcony your place had. It was small but it had a view of the campus and the dark sky. Then again, for the second time that night you felt Yoongi’s arms hugging your back.That was maybe one of the first clues you got that night, it was rare for him to do things like that in public. Usually, you were the one who showered him in kisses or hugged him in places that weren’t his bedroom. A tiny you was dancing of happiness in your stomach, wanting to turn around and steal a kiss from his lips. But the other tiny you, the rational one, was telling you not to get used to that kind of stuff, they never lasted for you. 

You tried to shut her up, turning around to see Yoongi’s smirk plastered on his face. 

“You are going to ruin my wings if you keep doing that.” You warned him. 

“Okay… I prefer you like this anyway.” He leaned forward  to leave a short kiss on your collarbone. It was a cold night and you weren’t wearing much clothing, but that wasn’t what sent a chill to your spine. “And I like your wings.” 

“They look good, don’t they? The lady in the store thought they were for a kid! I didn’t tell her they were for me.” 

“If I have to guess, she supposed that because only kids dress up?” He tried to annoy you, still opposed to the whole costume party thing. 

“Don’t you know what fun is, Sir?” You teased him, tilting your head. 

“I know what fun is. I am a fun guy.” He defended himself. 

“Debatable. But you showed up today and I must say this, no because of the nature of the relationship we share, but because I mean it, you must have the best costume tonight.” 

“Wait, what’s the nature of our relationship?” A cocky smirk tugged from the corners of his lips, pulling you closer, if that was possible. 

“Shut up, that’s why I can never compliment you.”

“Tell me baby, will the nature of our relationship get me a pass for going to sleep instead of cleaning tonight?” He asked. 

“Don’t even think about it” You said, shaking your head. “You get no privileges, you and Jungkook are helping me. God knows how drunk Nayeon will get.” 

Yoongi laughed and didn’t argue with you anymore, but his question stayed in your head for a few seconds, and the word ‘relationship’ almost vanished into thin air, creating a cloud above your head, you blamed yourself for using it.

Sometimes you thought you were so awkward, you didn’t know how Yoongi was never capable of seeing it. You said things and then immediately regretted it, wondering if he thought you were getting too attached to him. 

You hardly ever lied to yourself, you could never escape the giant monster of your thoughts and you always had to deal with the truth. It was difficult to accept it, but carrying with the feelings you had for the man in front of you was worse. 

Seven months after meeting Yoongi you found yourself in this place, with his arms wrapped around your waist at the birthday party of one of your best friends. Almost all your friends knew him, all of them liked him, and you were happy to say that all of his friends thought the same about you.

For a second, you asked yourself how was the image that he had of you, did he really think you were built for that? You saw yourself as a person who could never go against her own feelings, you knew that if you feel something it’s better not to suppress it. Since the day Yoongi kissed you in his car you knew that if you developed feelings for him, you were screwed.

And screwed you were. 

The human being is not so complex, and you thought that you were the least complex human being to ever exist. You saw yourself as weak and if someone was staring at you the way Yoongi was doing right now, you would fall. 

You tried not to melt at his fond dark eyes, he was way too close to your face, making you nervous. Why was he making you nervous? Was it his gaze or the way his hands were tied together on your lower back? Or was it the way you were caged between him and the urging feeling to spit certain three words on his face? 

Lately you felt like you and Yoongi stared at each other from across the room like you share a secret together, and it was a matter of time until one of you screamed it. The thing was, you believed your secret was not the same as his. 

“What?” You asked when the silence and his gaze upon you were too much to bear. 

“I have something for you.” He confessed.You watched his eyes fly to another place that was not your face, escaping from it. 

“Like what?” His eyes come back to you to stare at your rosy cheeks and glossy lips curved into a tiny smirk, almost inviting him to bite them. Instead, he bit his own, holding himself back. 

“Like a present.” Yoongi answered like it’s nothing but you knew he expected you to be surprised. You lift your eyebrows, satisfying him. “What is that face? Is it impossible to believe I wanted to give my girl a present?” 

Then, your stomach turned upside down, you were sure your cheeks were burning red and the tiny you (the one who didn’t give a fuck) screamed so loud that you were afraid he might have heard her. 

“No, I just thought you were going to say something inappropriate.” You tried to play cool. You failed, making Yoongi throw his head back and laugh at you, shaking his shoulders.

“What did you say?” He teased you “Inappropriate? Do you think I say inappropriate things?” He made emphasis on the word every time it rolled out of his tongue. 

“Oh my god, shut up!”

“I don’t think you thought I say inappropriate things the other night when you told me… mmm, what was what you told me?” 

Your eyes popped open when you realized what he was trying to say, putting a hand on his mouth before he could answer his own question. “Stop it…”

“I don’t want to.” He whispered, almost daring you to make him say whatever he was going to say next. You were wrong, Yoongi’s only purpose in life was not just  to tease Jungkook, but you as well. 

“You’re mean. I want to know what it is.” 

“Just for that you have to wait.” He said and you rolled your eyes. “But I like when you use funny words.” 

Breaking news: Yoongi was soft. Was this a secret? Not to you at least, but you could tell.  Not only because he bought you a present, not only because he grabbed your face and left little pecks on your lips until he thought they were enough.

You didn’t make Yoongi vulnerable, you just showed him that it was okay to be vulnerable with you. 

Between giggles and short kisses, you felt like you were alone again, until Jungkook entered the balcony with a bottle of beer in one hand. He stared at both of you, not really looking guilty for interrupting the moment. 

“You guys should get a room.” He joked as he leaned on the railings of the balcony. “No funny business in public, that’s what I say.” 

“What’s up, kid?” Yoongi asked him, not taking his hands off you. “Are you jealous because your girlfriend couldn’t come?” 

Your eyes snapped at Yoongi the second the question slipped out of his mouth. You hit his shoulder, regretting ever telling him about Jungkook’s not-girlfriend. Jungkook’s eyes moved like ping pong balls, they went from you to Yoongi and back to you again. 

“What? Did you tell him?” Your poor friend looked at you like you betrayed him. You felt guilty for a second, but to be honest, he was a little bit… dramatic, and Yoongi laughing in the back knew it. 

“It was an accident! You never told me not to tell anybody.”

“But you should have known!” He argued. 

“How could I!?” 

“You just… should have?” Jungkook’s expression changed to a calm one, realizing you are right, he never told you to keep the secret, but he can’t help to be a little upset at Yoongi for reminding him that his not-girlfriend was at her house instead of being there with him. 

“You are like two old ladies.” He said drinking from the bottle “Always gossiping.”

You and Yoongi gasped, looking at each other like Jungkook insulted the both of you.

“We weren’t gossiping!” You tried to defend the man beside you and yourself “I mentioned it to him and he didn’t know.”

You were totally gossiping. 

“Anyway…” Jungkook said, sighing in defeat  “I didn’t know if she wanted to come.”

Yoongi and you share glanzes, knowing it was really easy to make Jungkook talk, it was really easy to make him forget that you told Yoongi at least. 

He couldn’t be mad at that though, in the back of his mind he knew that telling you something automatically meant that he was telling Yoongi too. 

“Why do you think that?” Yoongi asked,

“I don’t know, what if she is not interested in meeting my friends?”

“Oh my god, Jungkook. She’s probably right now at home wondering why you didn't introduce her to your friends already.” You said like it was obvious. Been there, done that. But it didn’t seem obvious to him, Jungkook snapped his eyes at you like he just remembered you were a girl too. In that moment, his mind made a strange connection; if you were a girl, you must know every girl’s secret. 

He took a step forward, now interested in the conversation. 

“How do you know that?”

It was difficult to make a guy understand that kind of stuff, so you took a second to think about it. 

“Think it this way, okay?” You started, now you had two pairs of eyes paying attention to you. Yoongi listened to you like you’re about to reveal a code from the secret book of girls. “Imagine it’s friday, you don’t have any plans except for playing games until you pass out. You text your girl, ask her what is she doing tonight and she tells you she’s going to a party. She tells you everything about it but doesn’t ask you to go with her, you stay at home playing fortnite with… Seokjin? How would you feel?”

“Terrible.” The answer that came out of Jungkook’s mouth was automatic, his eyes were filled with horror. Again, Jungkook was dramatic after all. 

“Well, I don’t know her to say that she would feel terrible, but I would be kinda bothered.”

“Would you?” Yoongi asked. You looked at him, trying to imagine a scenario where that situation happened to you. You think of the Yoongi of the past, and the way all the pretty girls throw themselves at him at parties. But you also think of the Yoongi in the present, the one whose arms are wrapped around your waist. Mmmm… You would be bothered anyway.

“I mean… Yes, I think so” You answered. He just nodded, looking like he just did a mental note. “Next time, invite her.” You said now to Jungkook. 

He answered a short “I will” and started typing on his phone again, his presence becoming unnoticeable. Yoongi’s lips were curled in a tiny smirk when you body returned to his arms. 

“Are you sure you’re not majoring in psychology or something?”

“Are you implying that next to him I look like a psychology major? That’s kinda rude, bubba.” You said, making him laugh. “But no, men are too dumb to notice what’s in front of them sometimes, especially Jungkook when it comes to girls.” 

You remembered the first time Yoongi introduced you to his friends, you had already met Hoseok and Namjoon, met Seokjin at an event that Jungkook invited you to, but you never met his other friends, the ones who weren’t  from work or famous. 

One night he invited you to meet two of them, Minho and Jinyoung. You thought about the way he introduced you, just saying your name, not “this is my friend” or “this is my girlfriend”, just your name. You never expected him to give you a title, at that time it was okay, and his friends never asked about it. They were friendly and they seemed to like you. Yoongi cooked for the four of you and throughout the night they kept sharing stories about their teen years, asking you about your years in high school too. Yoongi couldn’t erase the smile off his face, he was happy and so were you. By the time they left his apartment he was a bit drunk, so you took him to bed and said goodbye to Minho and Jinyoung. When you were on the bed about to fall asleep he slurred a sweet ‘thank you’ and told you that he could tell that his friends loved you. 

“Do you think so?” You had asked him.

“Yes.” He confirmed “You’re easy to love.” 

Yoongi fell asleep right away, but you stayed awake for another half an hour after that. The warm memory of that night came back like a sweet kiss on the cheek, feeling like you were on top of the world. 

Yoongi stayed on the balcony talking with Jungkook, you see him through the glass as you sit on the couch next to your friends.  It was endearing to watch them together, when Yoongi took Jungkook under his label he promised all the good things to him, and in a couple months he managed to keep those promises. You appreciated that, before Yoongi, Jungkook tried so hard to make his dream of being a singer come true, but he always found complications along the way, making him come back to square one over and over again. When he told you that Yoongi had signed him, you were as happy as him. You believed that Yoongi saw Jungkook the same way that you did, both of you believed in him. 

You were talking with your friend from class, Yongsung, when your gaze got blocked by someone who sat in between you two. 

“What do you think?” Kevin asked, making you judge his costume “Do I pass?” He was wearing just a white shirt and black pants, in his collar was tied a short cape and on the corner of his lips there was fake blood, he was a vampire. You and Yongsung analized his outfit, it was simple but it worked. 

“Basic.” Yongsung answered, “But you pass.”

“Basic?” Kevin repeated like he was offended. “I’m doing my best here.”

“If that’s your best, I don’t want to see your worst.”

“I think you look great.” You said so you could stop them from fighting “At least you dressed up, I’ve seen some guys who didn’t. Nayeon said that if she saw someone without a costume she would kick them out.”

“Did she?” Yongsung asked.

“She didn’t, but she wanted to.”

You spent a few minutes talking with them, judging people’s outfits like yours weren’t the cheapest thing you could find in the store, but it was fun and you didn’t know most of them, you wondered if Nayeon did. 

You were closer to Yongsung, you had known her for a few years and you shared almost all your classes with her. With Kevin too, but he was barely a new friend. You had a suspicion that he didn’t see you like that, but a potential-something-else.

You met Kevin a few months ago, at a time when you felt like you had no control over your mind and heart. It was after you failed an important exam and he offered to help you for the next one. You appreciated it, but the only thing that made the sadness go away that week was a hug from the man in the red shirt outside. 

You remember that week, it was the beginning of winter when he gave you his number and a warm smile, promising you that no one died because of a failed exam, it was hard to believe him. Your mind was tired after studying all those weeks, your heart was tired too, but for another reason: you were in love with a man who didn’t want to be in love, how bad was that?

Transitioning those days with only questions filling your mind after admitting the truth to the mirror, wondering what you were supposed to do, tell him? leave him? stay quiet and pretend everything was okay? The last option was the one you thought was the most effective, but it was not. Everytime you looked at Yoongi you felt like you were at home, how could you run away from him? How could you stay? 

Yes, Kevin was nice, funny, charming and handsome, but the tiny you inside your mind couldn’t help but scream: He is not Yoongi!

You had already declined the subtle invitations of Kevin to hangout, you liked him but as a friend, were you clear enough? It was like you had the spot saved for another person but you weren’t sure if that person wanted that spot, it felt stupid. 

The consequences of your choice of pretending everything was okay were slowly taking over, but you didn’t realize until Kevin started to flirt with you right under the gaze of Yoongi, who stared at you from the balcony: he put his arm on the side of the couch, almost rounding your shoulders, a friendly gesture, but you knew better “You look great, too.” he said in a low voice, like no one was supposed to hear that, except you.

But let’s get things straight: Kevin didn’t know about Yoongi, unlike everyone else, your other friends knew he was your not-boyfriend and that things were… complicated? He was not your boyfriend but you were exclusive? If you were to explain that to Kevin he would laugh, he didn’t need to know, you wanted to keep things private, not everyone needed to know about your sex life, especially not the guy who joined the group two months ago. 

It was simple for him, you didn’t have a boyfriend? You were single, how could that be complicated?

“Thank you, I improvised. If it were my choice, I would have chosen another outfit, but Nayeon insisted. You know how she is, she likes to be in control all the time. Her rising sign is virgo.” You started to rant, feeling like he was getting too close to you. It was a habit of yours that you could never get rid of, if you were nervous, you started to talk to fill all the silent gaps. 

“Yeah? What’s your rising sign?” He asked curious, Kevin didn’t know shit about astrology. 

You never really had a serious relationship until your last (and first) ex, but growing up you had a large group of female friends who shared with you every single thing about their relationships with their boyfriends. If there was a secret book of girls, it would have been written by you. Somehow, you had learnt how to read men, they were basic and all of them reacted the same way to the same things, they said the same things, did the same things, and flirted the same way. It was the first time you perceived Kevin as part of those men, when he got closer and started getting bolder. Was this the same Kevin from class? Or this was the beer taking place instead of him? 

“Uh… Cancer…” You said trying to pay attention to anything except his eyes. 

Rule number one: Men have this misconception when they’re flirting, they think that if you stare at them long enough, it means you want to kiss them. If you don’t, avoid their eyes!

“What does it mean?” He kept asking. 

“I don’t really know, I’m sensitive I think, that’s what Nayeon says, she knows a lot about that stuff. By the way, did you give her a present?” 

A tip that can be useful: try to make them remember that you are friends. 

“Uh… No… Do you think that I should have…?” Accidentally, you crossed eyes with him again, he was giving you one of the most radiant smiles you’ve ever seen. Kevin was really beautiful, you know he has like a thousand girls waiting for him to take them out, but you weren’t one of them. Sometimes you wonder if your heart would have felt something for him if it wasn’t so in love with another man. 

“Maybe you should have, Nayeon loves presents.”

“What did you give her?” 

You looked at him hoping that he didn’t notice how your mind flew directly to the day you picked Nayeon’s present with Yoongi, you had the idea and he knew a place. The image of Yoongi standing outside the apartment with the present on his hands earlier that night flashed your thoughts. You smiled, and Kevin wanted to believe you were smiling because of him. You weren’t. 

“A ring, she’s into that.” 

He nodded, looking at the tiny space in the couch that separated you from him, you were a few centimeters close to make him think that you liked him a bit more than you did.

“That’s nice…” He said, hesitant. You played with your fingers, already choosing the blurt of words you were going to say before he said something you didn’t want to hear. But he was too quick “So, I know you have a few days free, huh?”

Yes, you had a few days free, but they were occupied by Yoongi’s birthday. 

The question faded in the air as you connected your eyes with his dark gaze outside. His eyes went from you to the masculine arm resting on your side of the couch. It was nothing, yet, Yoongi could notice. 

A light bulb went on in your head when you remembered rule number two: sometimes men will stop insisting when they know you have a boyfriend. Was it sexist? Yes, it was. Was Yoongi your boyfriend? No, he wasn’t. But it could work.

“Have you met Yoongi?” You answered with another question, trying not to feel bad for ignoring him. You invited him inside with a simple hand gesture, Yoongi didn’t hesitate to start  walking towards the window, he opened and entered inside, Then, you looked at poor Kevin again, who was waiting for an answer.

“Yoongi?” Kevin repeated with eyebrows furrowed, but his eyes shifted to the man next to you when he noticed his presence. 

“That would be me.” He said sitting next to you and grabbing your waist to pull you closer to him, leaving his hand in that place for so long that you felt like it was burning through your clothes.

That was another clue. 

You could describe Yoongi listing the things that he was and the things that he was not: Yoongi was  talented, funny, a little bit grumpy, passionate and kind. Yoongi was not selfish, not picky, not ungrateful, not jealous. That’s what you would answer if someone were to ask you a few days before that night, but now you were a little unsure about that last one. 

“Nice to meet you, I’m Kevin.” He introduced himself, as his arm dropped from the side of the couch you felt like something in the room shifted. 

“Oh, yeah. I think she mentioned you once.”  

Yoongi was polite too, but today was the exception. No hello, no nice to meet you, just a “she mentioned you once”, talking like you had to read between lines. Lucky for you, you were an expert in all Yoongi things. 

Translator of Yoongi: “she mentioned you once” meaning “She said your name once, but you aren’t important enough to be mentioned twice.”

What you didn’t expect though, was what Kevin was about to say next. 

“I see, she never mentioned you” The words came out of his mouth almost hesitantly, like he tried not to sound so bitter but he did anyway. The worst part was that he was right, you never mentioned Yoongi to Kevin. 

You expected that he would finish the sentence with something else but he didn’t, that was it. Silence for the longest five seconds of your life. But Yoongi was smart, scoffing at him like he just told a silly joke, the grip he had on your waist became firmer. You feel like you just became smaller between the two men, but most importantly you wonder, what the fuck was that?  

The moment passed when Eric and Youngsung saw Yoongi and turned to talk to him. Did you already mention that they loved him? Because they do. 

“What’s up Yoongi? Did the queen already judge your outfit?” Yongsung asked him. He looked at you smirking and then back at her. 

“Yeah, and I think I won the contest, she told me it was hot.” He said, making your friends laugh, or at least Youngsung and Eric. 

“She only said that because she wants to get in your pants,” Eric said “don’t trust women like her. The moment she gets bored of you she will say that your outfit looked like trash.”

He was talking about what you said about his costume, he was the Joker. You didn’t say it looked like trash, you said it looked cheap, but only because he said that yours looked like the kind of halloween costume they mention in Mean Girls, when you were going for A Cinderella Story. In other words, he said you were dressed like a slut. Who wants enemies with friends like that?

“I didn’t say it looked like trash, I said it looked cheap!” You repeated. 

“You’re a mean girl in real life, you know?” Your friend said. 

“She’s right, though.” Yoongi defended you with a devilish smile on his face, the words of Kevin were almost long forgotten, but something made you feel like they weren’t. You would have paid to know what was happening in Yoongi’s mind. 

“You just said that because you want to get in her pants, you’re just like her.” 

“It takes one to know one.” Youngsung joined him. 

You couldn’t help but feel a little bit guilty, it wasn’t Kevin’s fault that you couldn't talk about your relationship with Yoongi because it was… complicated. It wasn’t Kevin’s fault that you didn’t know how to get out of situations, asking Yoongi to come and save you. You weren’t expecting Yoongi to react that way, didn’t expect Kevin to say that. Now, you were thinking how to make it up to Kevin and how to make it up to Yoongi, wondering if Yoongi even cared about what Kevin said. 

A sense of comfort was wrapped around you when you saw Jungkook joining the couch in front of you, thinking that he could save you from the situation you believed you created. You looked at him, holding your gaze and raising your eyebrows, hoping that he understood what you were trying to say. Jungkook looked at Yoongi and the way he was hugging you and then at Kevin, who seemed out of place next to you. Jungkook raised his shoulders. 

‘What is happening?’ he tried to say. 

‘I don’t know’ you communicated. ‘Save me’ 

But he can’t help you, and even if he could, he wouldn’t. He crossed his arms over his chest, marking a distance between the two of you. On this side, you were between two men, the one you loved and the one you tried to push away, on the other side there was him, laughing at your situation. That’s what you got for judging his outfit and saying he didn’t make an effort. Jungkook failed to be your best friend tonight, but you deserved it a little after laughing at everyone’s costumes. 

Looking to your right you stared at Yoongi thinking of that knowledge in men you thought you had, looking at him in the eyes you realized that Yoongi was not like other men, it was harder to read when it came to those things. You knew how to tell when he was tired, when he was upset, when he was happy. You knew the look on his face when he wanted you to stay the night, you knew the smile that appeared on his face when he was about to say something snarky, but there was a barrier when it came to things like that. 

The night passed and he disappeared with Jungkook in the living room to appear again against the wall, inviting you to your room like it was his own. 

You walked through the crowded hallway, bumping into people and stepping on crunchy chips, already thinking of the mess you will have to clean after all of them leave, but all the thoughts vanished when you entered the room and he closed the door behind you. 

Yoongi pushed you against the wood devouring your lips, introducing his tongue inside your mouth without permission. He sneaked his hands under your skirt, squeezing your ass cheeks in his palms and pressing you against him, he couldn’t bear to be another second away from your body. He kissed you desperately, like he waited for that moment all night. You tried to follow his pace, grabbing his hair in your fingers and making a mess of it. 

“Listen,” you said between kisses “stop looking at my boobs, you’re too obvious.” You scolded him, but he just laughed against your lips. 

“I can’t.” He confessed, catching your bottom lip in his teeth to bring your mouth closer. “How do I take this off?” You felt his large hands looking for the bow that tied the corset together, but you stopped him, grabbing his hands to guide him to your bed

“No, you can’t.” You tried to kiss him again, but he looked at you confused, furrowing his eyebrows. “It’s hard to take it off and we have to be quick, what if they start singing happy birthday?” 

Yoongi rolled his eyes but he allowed you to take his white jacket, exposing his strong arms in that tight red shirt. You put your hands on his shoulders, making him sit on the bed. 

“So I can’t eat you out?” He asked with disappointment in his voice, you shook your head. “Let me finger you, then”

“No,” You climbed your bed when he sat against the headboard, straddling him “it’s supposed to be a quickie.”

“I don’t want a quickie”  He whined, grabbing your hips and pushing them down to his own. You huffed, looking at the little pout that formed on his mouth about to give in to him. But no, you wanted to sing happy birthday to your friend, so you forced him to play along. Your hands traveled up to his chest and kissed him with urgency, feeling like time was running out of your hands. His fingers dug into the flesh of your hips to make you roll them against his crotch, the only barrier between you two were your panties and the thick fabric of his pants. 

Yoongi had no problem with fucking any way you wanted, he was happy to do it either way, but he had his preferences. He liked to have his time and to be on his bed, yours was too small. He wanted you fully naked because he liked to be the only one who got to see you like that. He tried to hit it from the back a few times before and it was good, it was always good with you, but it wasn’t the same. He preferred having you right in front of his face, to feel your shaky breath against his mouth and hear your whimpers next to his ear, to kiss you until you were so lost in the feeling of his cock inside you that you couldn’t kiss back anymore. 

But when he didn’t have much time he enjoyed it too. The memory of a rainy night on his bed assaults his mind sometimes, one thing led to another and you confessed that you had a current fantasy of getting fucked on his studio chair. Yoongi opened his eyes so big you thought he saw a ghost, and even though it was the heat of the moment and he confessed some pretty nasty stuff too, your words pierced through his mind. Did that mean that every time you were sitting on his lap you were thinking about… that? The thought made him shiver like he was a teenage boy all over again. He remembers how nervous you looked when he confessed the things he would like to do with you, but it took just one confession from you to tear him apart. If Yoongi thought you were wrapped around his fingers he was wrong, you had him ten times worse. 

He decided to make your fantasy come true, even if it was slightly uncomfortable and during work hours, even if you weren’t fully naked and not on his bed. 

You knew he liked it either way, so why did he want to keep you in your room so bad?

At that point the question was still on your mind, but you wouldn’t dare to ask him, not yet. It only took a second for you to forget about it, when you felt his tongue running d0wn your neck you were already thinking about other things. 

“You’re too greedy” You said as you tried to keep up with the pace of his hips, it was enough to forget about Yoongi’s behavior that night but not enough to satisfy you or him. 

“You made me like this.” He murmured. His nose brushed the column of your neck and then he trailed wet kisses down again, you closed your fists on his shirt tightly when he picked up a  faster pace, a tiny moan left your lips. You felt like you were seventeen on the couch of the guy from school you had a crush on, making out all afternoon but never doing anything. It was different with Yoongi, you anticipated all of his movements and all of his kisses, wondering what he was going to do next, and he enjoyed watching you trying to get off on top of him, helping you grind yourself on him so he could fuck you right later. 

Then it came the confirmation that he was jealous, his teeth nipping the skin of neck with only one mission: to leave a mark. It was unusual for him to leave marks in visible places, he preferred your inner thighs or the top of your breasts, he didn't like scandalous things. He was simpler, he enjoyed knowing that you had marks under your skirt but he was the only one who knew about them. 

But he was a man too, and men were simpler than simple.

You almost let him do it, you were too focused on the pressure between your legs and the grip his hands had on your ass, until a groan that escaped from his mouth shook you back to reality for one second. You grabbed his round cheeks from the crook of your neck and made him look at you. 

“No funny business.”

“I’m trying to fuck you right now.” He whined again, trying to get back to his original plan, but you stopped him. 

“I mean it, we have to get back.” You warned him, looking down to unzip his pants, encountering a similar but better surprise: he was pretty hard. You smirked to yourself, quite proud to be honest, getting his pants down. 

“Stop smiling like that.” He caught you as his fingers found the strap of your panties under your skirt. 

“Why?” 

“Don’t play dumb.”

“You’re seeing ghosts.”

He squinted his eyes towards you but didn’t answer the question, instead he grabbed your hips and lifted them just enough to slide your panties down your thighs. You helped him to take them off and sat back again on his lap. He wasted no time, his boxers followed his pants and with a swift motion his hands came back to your hips to push them down, pressing your wet core against his dick, making you gasp.

“You think you’re funny, don’t you? Laughing at me like it wasn’t your fault.” You bit your lips, trying to hold back a moan. “Laughing at me like you weren’t dripping right now.”

Yoongi started to roll his hips just like before, but this time it felt ten times better, it showed in your face, and even if he always tried to keep up his dominant mask, it trembled sometimes. He preferred to have you naked on top of him, with your bare tits in front of his face like you were just for him, but there was something about fucking you in you angel costume that was about to drive him crazy, especially in that white mini skirt that wasn’t long enough to hide the way you were rocking against him.

You wanted to answer him, to spit a snarky comment or to laugh on his face, but there was no time for that, his low voice made your stomach flip, your outfit started to feel hot, the two pieces of clothing you were wearing started to suffocate you. A devilish thought  was built in your mind in just a few seconds, the tiny you begged you to ask him to flip you over and fuck you however he liked, to eat you out and miss the happy birthday if he wanted, the tiny you didn’t care. 

The rational you didn’t exist anymore, she disappeared when Yoongi’s cock started to rub your clit, kissing you softly, a contradictory gesture from the way his palms on your ass were pressing you to grind on his cock.

“Now you’re quiet? Don’t you have something to say?” 

“Yoongi... Stop!” You whined quietly, but he didn’t take you seriously, he laughed at you again. 

“You’re funny like that, trying to tell me what to do.” He groaned, positioning yourself so your entrance would align with the tip of his cock. Your whole body shivered at the feeling, now you were paying full attention to his words. “Trying to tell me how to fuck you. But guess what, baby? I’m gonna fuck you the way I want, how I want, as long as I want and you’re gonna love it, okay?” He looked at you waiting for an answer, but you just nodded, enough for him to start introducing his member inside you slowly, you bit your lips hard, digging your fingernails on his shoulders. “Now be a good girl and hold your skirt up so we can watch how you get fucked.” 

You obeyed, grabbing the hem of your skirt and holding it up against your abdomen, starting to feel the slow drag of his member filling you up. Both of your moans left your lips at the same time, your bodies were aching for each other since your friend let him in wearing that fucking costume. 

He grabbed your ass to sink you deeper until you were full of him, his eyes focused on the direction where your bodies connected and then they came back to your face, catching the perfect sight of your face, you furrowed your eyebrows as you bit your lips trying  to hold back the sound that was about to come out of your mouth. He slid his hands up your clothed body, traveling up to the white corset to squeeze your boobs. Oh, how he wished to take that stupid corset off and wrap his lips around your nipples until you were creaming his cock. He could do it, he could convince you to throw it away and waste the next hour inside of your room, but if you wanted to sing happy birthday to Nayeon so badly, he would let you. 

You waited for him to move first, you feared that if you did it you would lose control of the sounds you would make, and he noticed, not really happy with the idea of you holding back. 

“Why so shy, baby?” He whispered, starting to set a rhythm with his hips.

“There’s… people outsid-…ah…” your voice got interrupted by a high pitched moan that escaped from your lips, he smiled satisfied and then, you started to move with him, pushing your hips forward to meet with him over and over again. 

“What about it? You don’t want them to hear?” he teased “You don’t want them to know how good I’m gonna make you feel? I think they already know.” 

The idea of your friends knowing that you disappeared with Yoongi in your room was embarrassing, but the urge set a pace and fuck yourself on him was stronger. Riding him always made you feel like you hadn’t fuck in months, and the last time you did was just last wednesday, when you woke up in the middle of the night and cuouldn’t go back to sleep. 

If the headboard was making any noise as he thrusted into you, you didn’t notice. Your body responded to him like it was second nature and your hands clung to his chest in search of some stability. “S-stop t-that…” you could only whisper but it was useless trying to be quiet, your whines were already giving you away, maybe the headboard too, but you convinced yourself it wasn’t making any noise. 

“That’s what you want, baby?” He asked in a sweet tone, leaning forward to brush his lips over yours “You want me to stop?” He slowly stopped his movements, gripping your hips to keep you in place. 

You shook your head in denial “N-no, that’s not what I..!” a choked moan slipped out of your lips when he thrusted his hips forward, you felt how your walls clenched around him, begging him to keep going.

Yoongi loved having you on top, he loved watching you trying to set the perfect pace so you could fuck yourself better on his cock. He knew one thing: every time you did it, you did it better. On the other hand, you were sure that riding him was just an illusion of power, there were very few ways to dominate Yoongi (one of them being pink heart shaped handcuffs, but that’s a story for another day), riding him wasn’t one of them. He always found a way to take control of things, now it was to grip your hips and sink you deeper on his cock. 

The position made you feel every single inch of him, quickly building a strong feeling down your belly and between your legs. You were a little embarrassed by how close you already were, but he wasn’t much different, the way his adam apple moved up and down gave him away. 

“Keep going, please…” 

“Are you gonna keep telling me what to do or are you gonna let me fuck however the fuck I want, huh?” You watched the way his lips moved with hooded eyes, regretting the decision of not letting him eat you out. 

“Please, just… just fuck me, I’ll stop.” you cried as you got closer to him, pressing your palms over his chest and enveloping his lips into a desperate kiss, he didn’t oppose, he was easy like that. His hands went to squeeze your ass cheeks one more time, thrusting deeper inside you again. He helped you move up and down until you caught up with his fast pace. 

How could you have a man like that and not be in love with him? No one ever kissed you with such determination, so sure of himself yet so scared to let you go, like time was about to end every second that passed. 

You never had that level of intimacy with anyone, not even with your ex, he never kissed or fucked you like that. With Yoongi everything was passionate, he made you squirm under him during the night and made breakfast in the morning. He told you how pretty you looked when you jumped into his car and listened to the songs you recommended to him. He sneaked you into your own bedroom just because he was jealous and horny. 

“Fuck baby, you’re so tight.” God, your ex boyfriend didn’t have a mouth like Yoongi either. He wanted to sit back and enjoy the view of your tits bouncing out of your corset, but if he did he would lose it immediately, he didn't know where to look anymore. You responded with a deep moan, allowing yourself to rest on top of his chest, a clear sign that you were about to cum “Are you going to be my sweet angel and cum for me?” You nodded, his thrusts starting to get sloppy yet faster.

“I-I’m... so close.” you managed to say. 

There would be time to worry about your appearance later, but the sight of him lost on his own pleasure, with his eye barely open and messy hair made you realize that you looked as fucked up as him. But he looked so hot like that, you wouldn’t want it any other way. 

“It’s okay angel, I’m close too.” The nickname rolled in his tongue in such a natural way, in the end Yoongi was not so wrong about the roleplay thing. You found it cute, in his voice it sounded sweet. 

You were too intoxicated in the way he was pounding inside you, too on edge of your climax. The worry of being heard left the room a long time ago, replacing it with the dirty sound of your wetness, your cries of pleasure and his deep groans. 

“Don’t stop, please” you whined.

“How could I when you feel this good?” You felt his cock throbbing inside you, making you arch your back and press your chest against his “Cum for me baby, want to see your pretty face when you do.” It only took one thrust of him to make you cum around his cock, he helped you ride your high as you filled the room with choked cries and the tortured sound of his name. “Can I cum inside you?” he asked as you tried to focus your blurry gaze, nodding because you didn’t trust your voice. “Okay angel, now lift your skirt again and let me see the mess you made.” His voice came out as a shaky breath, the desperation slipping out of his tongue. You rolled your hips once again to help him to reach his climax, crying out at the feeling of his cum slipping out of you, wondering how the fuck you were going to walk out of this room acting like nothing happened, Yoongi’s low moans were enough to make you forget about it. 

You felt like every muscle of your body was on fire, your thighs were shaky and sticky but something made you smile. You rested your head in his chest, feeling his fingers brushing your hair as he sighed. The room became silent, the only sound you could hear was the music outside and your heavy breathing. You stayed like that for a while, he was too content to break the silence.

But curiosity was eating you alive, so you lifted your head and kissed him on the lips, he closed his eyes and kissed you back, having no idea what you were going to say next. 

“Bubba, are you jealous?” You finally asked him. He opened his eyes like you just said a forbidden word. 

“What?” He murmured, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Don’t look at me like that!” You laughed

“Baby, I’m still balls deep inside you, do you think this is time for a conversation?”

“Yeah, why not? I wanted to ask.” You said, playing with the chain that hung around his neck, he huffed. 

“I’m not, why would I be? Why should I be?” He started questioning, the words slipping out of his mouth like he couldn’t control them. 

“Don’t lie to me” You warned. 

“Jealous of who?” He asked, avoiding your gaze. 

“Of Kevin!”

He stayed in silence for a while, and then his eyes came back home to yours, looking at you with the funniest expression, trying so hard not to snap. For a moment you thought he was about to lie again. 

“And what if I am?” 

“I knew it!” You exclaimed before he could retract himself “But why?”

“What, I can’t? I don't want other guys to be looking at your tits. Is that so wrong?” 

Your hands came up to cover your chest, furrowing your eyebrows “He wasn’t looking at them…”

“He was, baby. I know because I was looking at them too.”

“Oh my god, Yoongi...” You complained, why did he always have to make your cheeks burn red?

“Don’t Yoongi-me...”

“He wasn’t, but that was not the point.”

“What is it, then?” 

“That you don’t have to feel jealous of him.” You almost whispered. 

“Then why did he say that you never mentioned me?” He asked. In that moment you could see a different layer of Yoongi, one that didn’t use words to hide what he was really feeling, he couldn’t find a way to ask that question in any other way than to be direct. 

“I have known him for only two months, bubba.” You explained “He barely knows anything about me, I told him nothing about me. But I’m sure he likes me and said that to upset you, don’t pay attention to him.”  

“Only two months?” He asked.

“Yes, he helped me with that failed exam that made me cry. We always talk about school, but tonight was different, I don’t know why.” 

Yoongi looked like he was thinking about it, processing your words and changing his mood. You were right, there was no need to be upset. After all, all your friends knew him and loved him. His face softened.

“And besides, I only want you.” He stared at you from above. He was face to face with you and yet  he was so blind to see what you wanted. He was the only guy who could have you like that yet he still got jealous of someone you never thought about. 

You thought about Yoongi all the time when he was gone. You thought about him when you were cooking, wishing he was there to taste your food. You thought about him when you passed by the music store, when you see a fluffy brown dog down the street or when you hear the sound of the piano in a movie. 

You thought he knew all this stuff, but he was unaware of all of it, even if he was the only person you allowed to be inside you and have a conversation at the same time. 

“You do?” He asked.

“Yeah, pretty much. I mean, look at me, You know I don’t do these things with other boys.”

“Yes, I know.”

“Then stop pouting!” 

He laughed with you and shut you up with a short but sweet kiss. 

“Stop scolding me.” He whispered against your lips. 

“You need to be scolded sometimes.”

“Get up, let me clean you up.”

You sat on your bed before leaving the room, staring at yourself in the mirror, wondering if you were presentable to go out. Then, you remembered something.

“What did you get me?” You asked him. “Tonight you said you got me something.”  He nodded, remembering the gift. He stood up from the bed and looked for something in the drawer of your nightstand. He took out a thin but long black box and handed it to you without saying anything. “Did you hide it in my drawer?”

“Yes, when I arrived.”

You opened the box to find a golden necklace with three white pearls in the middle, it was the same necklace you were ogling in the store where you bought Nayeon’s ring. He came back and picked it for you. 

You stared at him with the sweetest look you could ever give him and jumped right into his arms to hug him. 

“You’re the cutest” You said between giggles “Thank you, it’s beautiful. I love it”

“Of course you do, I saw you in the store about to go bankrupt  to buy it. I couldn’t let that happen.” He laughed. He knew you so well. 

“And people think you aren’t sweet.”

“Don’t tell anybody about it.” He joked, hugging your waist and pressing a kiss to your lips “No one can know.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll protect your bad guy reputation.” 

Yoongi and you left the room acting like nothing happened, you sang happy birthday to a drunk Nayeon and ate the cake you made for her, everyone liked it, including Yoongi, who ate two pieces. 

Kevin didn’t try anything anymore, not after Yoongi kissed you in front of him, he got the idea. Nayeon gave you a funny look when he saw you again after half an hour, like she knew a secret she wasn’t supposed to know. 

Everyone left except Yoongi and Jungkook. You decided to clean the apartment the next day. Jungkook slept in Nayeon’s bedroom on a spare mattress and Yoongi followed you to yours to change into his pajamas and prepare to sleep another night in your one person bed. 

“I’m gonna buy you a bigger bed for your birthday,” He said, hugging you from behind “we can’t keep sleeping like this.” 

“I’m afraid we have to, a bigger bed won’t fit in this room.” 

You secretly loved sharing your small bed with him, there was no way for him to escape from you and the only comfortable position to sleep in was spooning. 

“That sucks.”

“But I like spooning.” You confessed.

“We can spoon in a bigger bed.”

You laughed, grabbing the hand he had on your waist and bringing it closer to your chest. He buried his face on your hair, attempting to fall asleep, only then you allowed yourself to step inside your mind. The rational you made an appearance and got informed about the events that happened during her absence.

Even pressed against him on the bed you felt like there was an abyss between the two of you and the things you wanted. The rational you did a list of them: firstly, you didn’t do “casual”, you never did, you didn’t like it. Yet, there you were, wrapped around some guy’s arms, waiting for him to tell you he was ready to be serious about you. 

You enjoyed the night, you didn’t want those thoughts to cloud your mind, but it’s almost impossible to stop them. A version of you that you never met was created in your head as you allowed those thoughts to wander in it. She looked like a nightmare, like someone you wanted to erase, a version of you who waits for someone to love her or leave her, not really sure what the man she loved was going to choose to do, not really sure of anything at all. You start to feel embarrassed, wondering if this is the view your friends had of you, if Nayeon or Jungkook saw the way Yoongi had you saving a spot he wasn’t sure if he wanted.

You were about to be dragged into one of the deepest places of your mind but then, his deep voice reached your ears, making all those ugly thoughts disappear in a second. 

“You know that you’re the only one I want too, right?” He asked, referring to the previous conversation you had.  Did you know? You felt like it was news to you. 

“Now I know.” You answered. He kissed your cheek and said something before falling asleep.

“Now you know.” 

You found it funny how Yoongi was the one to blame for all those thoughts but also the only one who could make them disappear. You fell asleep right after him, deciding not to torture yourself with any more questions, at least for tonight. 

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“Oh, what the fuck? How’d you get in?” 

Jungkook’s eyes are barely open, but he is already lifting his covers for you to join him. He can’t help but offer you a sleepy smirk as you undress your outside layer. Eyeing your thin and flimsy pajamas, you attempt to sound strict and lay the boundary for tonight.

“Stop looking at me like that…” You warn. “Jungkook, we are not fucking.”

He puts his hands up, pouting innocently. “Can we revisit the topic after your meeting?”

You glare at him. 

“... Fine,” you huff, settling beside him. Jungkook feels instant relief as he reaches for your body and pulls you closer. 

Happily, he wraps his arms around you, resting his head on your stomach. He has waited for this all day. It was the one thing he was looking forward to. Even if you didn't come, he was looking forward to dreaming about it. Yet, here you are... Holding him like he's all yours.

Which he is.

The placement is just a little shy under your boobs, so you can’t blame him when he sneakily slides his hand under your shirt and squeezes them. 

“Jungkook!” you laugh, playfully pushing him away. “Seriously? Just wait an hour.”

“So we are fucking after your meeting? In an hour to be exact?”

You purse your lips at him. “Pookie, can’t you just behave?”

He ponders. Then, he remembers he doesn’t give a shit. 

“When does your meeting start?” He asks. 

You reach over for your laptop and turn the screen on. Reading the time, you shrug at him in response. “Hmmm... In like 20 minutes.”

“20 minutes is enough time,” Jungkook insists, giving you no time to escape. Hastily, he places small and sweet kisses on your lips and then on your cheeks. 

Giggling, you push him off with a groan. “Yah, Jungkook—”

“Oh come on, pookie! Did you really think my back was the only thing that was gonna get rubbed tonight?”

Your mouth drops. 

Jungkook laughs heartily as you roll your eyes at him and complain about his unhinged behaviour. Once your whining dies down, he pulls you even closer and sinks into your body. He holds you tight as you rub his back. 

“Were you napping to ignore your problems?” you ask him quietly. “And can you—holy shit—I can’t breathe! Do you have to hold me so tight?”

It feels like your bones are about to be crushed. Jungkook’s body is warm and so fucking beefy. It’s comfortable and all but wow do you need some air. In response, he buries his face in your body, tightening his grip. You let out a squeal. 

“Yes,” he murmurs. “If I don’t, you might run away.”

Dramatically, you gasp for air. “J-Jungkook, I won’t run away. I’m in my pajamas. I’d have to get dressed first, of course!”

Your joke doesn’t amuse him. 

“When I fall asleep… You might leave.” Jungkook says, revealing his hidden feelings. 

You bite your inner cheek, navigating through your feelings. Honestly, his room was warmly lit… It’s pretty chilly tonight… Not to mention that it is getting kind of late… Maybe you should stay the night. Although it’s kind of funny he assumed you were going to leave. Never have you ever done that to him. Never ever could you do it. 

“I’ll only leave if you snore.” You tease him, booping his nose. “Also, I didn’t know you were such a light sleeper."

He scrunches his nose in response. “Now you know. Take note for next time,” Jungkook yawns. “And yeah… I didn’t know if you were actually coming so I thought I would just sleep off my bad mood.”

“Did it work?”

Jungkook lets out a drowsy-like chuckle. “No. You woke me up.”

“Geez, okay… I’ll leave—”

Jungkook plops up on his elbows and hisses, “Shut up and listen to my day, woman. You’re the only good thing in my life so you’re not allowed to leave. Don’t even joke about that. God, you’re so fucking mean—”

You cup his cheeks and bring his lips to yours. Kissing him gently, you add another peck as you pull away. Holding his face close, you kiss his cheeks and murmur, “Hmmm, sorry, sorry…”

He huffs, pouting for another kiss. You give in. 

Then, he begins to ramble about all the things that made his day so horrible. 

You lay there, rubbing his back, and offer a few, “Mhmm,”’s “Oh, seriously?” and a few, “Eww. No, you’re so right. That sounds awful. I’d be upset too.” Listening to his tired voice makes you sleepy. Not that he’s boring but more because it was so soothing. That’s something you would have never admitted a few months ago…

But things change. 

He changed.

You changed too. 

Unexpectedly, being together is so comforting. Despite being each other's pain in the ass, you two were always there for each other. You two, for some odd reason, have begun to need one another. 

Each other’s warmth, each other’s touch, and each other’s presence—all of it. 

God, you two just made everything better for one another.

If falling in love was a feeling… This is it. 

Being with Jungkook is so easy.

Like... You never understood when people said that about their significant other, but now you do. The weird part is... He isn't even yours.

It's like whenever you have issues that are blown up in your head, he doesn’t try to find solutions. Instead, he listens and helps you reflect. Jungkook has a good understanding of what is his to handle and honestly? He handles you well. 

Besides, being with you is his favourite part of living. It’s as if his body wasn’t aching from the 4 hour long soccer practice. It’s as if nothing mattered because at the end of the day—if it meant that he could be with you. 

Your meeting goes smoothly. Jungkook behaves (let’s give him a gold star!) and at one point, he falls asleep. His little snores made you roll your eyes, but it didn’t motivate you to leave. If anything, it’s the reason you stayed. When the call ends, Jungkook slides his hands down your shorts and chuckles. 

“Forgot to eat dinner,” he claims, peaking with one eye. “Lemme eat that pussy…”

You blink at him. 

He returns your look with a pout. 

“Pretty please?”

You stay still. 

Then, he huffs and abruptly gets up. “You’re so annoying,” Jungkook groans as he walks to his door. Just as he’s about to leave, he makes his final comment. “Do you know how hard it was to not eat you out while you were being all cute and academic? I behaved and now I’m starving. I’m gonna make some food. You craving anything—oh fuck yes.”

Jungkook’s words are cut off as you fling your panties onto his face. 

He blinks at you, scrunching your panties in his hands. His eyes almost fall out of his head as you open your legs and lean back against his headboard. Oh, god... He is so lucky. Today truly is the best day of his life.

Jungkook watches with steady eyes as you lift your flimsy top to expose your breasts. Then, you put your hands to your sides and grip his bed sheets. He loves the way you look right now... It's mesmerizing.

Therefore, Jungkook wastes no time.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you..." He praises your body, more than ready to dive in. You roll your eyes at him but secretly love this. You know you do. You feel it between your legs and even in your heart.

He positions himself in between your legs and kisses your inner thigh. As he begins, you grip his hair with one hand and whimper, "y-you... Craving you."

no more 02 (m) || myg & reader

title: no more pairing: min yoongi x reader genre: some angst, fluff, one-sided love (unrequited love?), college!au, secret relationship, smut word count: 14.5k prompt: yoongi doesn’t like your consistent pining, and one day, after finally coming to terms that he will never reciprocate any feelings back, you give up. yet, for some reason, yoongi is the one who can’t come to terms with the consequences of when he says ‘no more.’ warnings: public sex (in the bathroom), unprotected sex a/n: so yes, you’ve heard it right, i deleted and rewrote this fic a total of 4 times! we are our own worst critics, and i admit sadly that it’s evidently true. i hope you guys enjoy because… like i said…. four times………. and… idk how i feel about this one but I’M DONE! (i have mixed feelings about this) it’s the end of my 2-part series!

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Yoongi learns that pinks are his favorite color… at least, his preferred color on you.

He’s fond of when your lips are tinted a shade similar to strawberries from your sheer Dior lip balm he sees you apply on frequently. And when he presses his lips against yours, although it doesn’t taste as sweet as you look, he continues to shower you with pecks across your face nonetheless while you laugh uncontrollably at the ticklish sensation. Pink suits a pretty girl like you.

Or when you smile; cheeks rosy with an extra layer of an apricot blush, your skin radiates as if it’s been caressed by the sun, glowing in parallel to when it sets in the horizon. 

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xi. rotten angelcake ⇾ kth. [M]

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⌁ genre/rating; s2l, ceo au, sugar daddy au, smut, fluff, 18+

⌁ word count; 16.5k

⌁ warnings; dom!taehyung, daddy!taehyung, sub!reader, brat!reader, virgin!reader, daddy kink, praise kink, corruption kink, dirty talk, dry humping, a bit of orgasm control, oral (m. receiving), slight degradation, humiliation, exhibitionism, multiple orgasm, attempts at deep throating, hair pulling, begging, teasing, some cum play

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The sky swirls pink behind sheer clouds. The setting sun peeks through, casting a rose gold gleam into your apartment. Desperate to spread its last little rays of light for the day, it halos around the clouds. If you stare long enough, you can convince yourself that you’re catching a glimpse of heaven.

If Taehyung were here, he’d smile at your words. He’d let his eyes roam over your body before settling back on yours and say something that should sound ridiculously cheesy but still somehow make your heart race. He’d play with your hair, gently tracing the edge of your face with the pad of his fingers. You’d try to look away, but he’d cup your chin and force you to hold his gaze as he tells you something he shouldn’t, something that would excite your core.

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note: we made it !!! i am so incredibly grateful for everyone's love and support with c2u <3 meeting u all was so fun ,, answering ur asks and interacting thru comments truly made my day ! i'm glad i was able to share this silly goofy concept and have it well received . as usual ,, please lmk ur thots !!! i have 3 extras that will be posted soon (ie: their first hook up, a comfort scenario, and one final smut extra) so please look forward to those !!! thank u for ur patience ,, all the love 💗

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As much as Jungkook loves to play soccer for the glory, he loves it best alone. 

When the bleachers are empty and the field is wide and free—that’s when he feels the most love for his sport. To others, it comes off as lonely and sad but to him; it’s serenity. Sometimes, it’s the only place he feels like he can truly be himself. It’s a place where he doesn’t have to be anything to anyone. It’s a place where he can be lost and found at the same time. It’s also his go-to place when he can’t sleep. Jungkook hasn’t slept well in weeks. He figured it was time to be in his own space.

His haven. 

His favourite part has got to be when he plays so hard that he doesn’t even notice the world is waking up. The moment Jungkook looks up and sees the sunrise—he always gets this feeling in the pit of his stomach. It’s an easiness that can’t be explained.

It’s an incredible relief. 

When he sees the sun, he stops playing. He takes a break and sits down to watch the sun bloom on the horizon. There’s so much bliss in the stillness of the world. He feels so much clarity when it’s just him, the net, and the ball. It’s like nothing else matters and his mind can focus on one thing: winning.

Jungkook has only done these late-night sessions a handful of times in his life. 

The first time was the day before Uni tryouts and he doubted his talent. Everyone kept telling him he had nothing to worry about, but that didn’t make him feel any better. To Jungkook, his luck was just like everybody’s. He was afraid of it not coming through when he needed it the most. Therefore, he worked his ass off regardless of his luck history. 

Note: Jungkook was the first in his year to get in. 

The second time was when he fucked up at a game and cost his team a minor setback. It wasn’t the end of the world—he just felt like shit.

The third time was the day he redeemed himself and scored the winning goal that got the team to championships. It was the best game he had in a while. It was also the first time felt tired of it. Tired of the game, tired of the play… Just tired. 

The fourth time was when he decided to take a break from soccer and tend to his burnout… Eventually, he came back after a few months. Of course, he did. He loves soccer more than anything in the world…

That was until you.

He didn’t go back to the field and have a session to himself to celebrate. No, he celebrated with you instead. You didn’t know and he never told you… But that’s what he did. The first day he came back to soccer, he went to you right after. With you, he found rest. 

That’s when he realized something… 

He wasn’t tired anymore.

At least, whenever he was with you.

He wasn’t tired. That’s all he could really ask for, right? To fall in love with someone that was his safety net. 

The fifth time would be today. 

Jungkook has been out here since 3AM, kicking the ball and practicing drills. It upset him, to be honest. He thought being here would help ease his heart. Everything feels so clogged up and messy to him. It’s like no matter what he does to try to clean up his mess, everything stains. So, he thinks to himself that maybe if he ran enough laps or kicked the ball hard enough—it would stop.

The mess. 

The yearning.

The loving. 

But it doesn’t.

No, instead his heart continues to ache. As he clenches it every so often, he thinks of you. Then, for a second, his heart is still. In the stillness, he tries to think of good things around him. 

At least the rain wasn’t pouring as hard as it was an hour ago.

At least the sun is coming up and it’s a new day. 

At least you were here—

Wait. 

You’re here?

Jungkook rubs his eyes. Partly due to disbelief and partly because the rain made it hard to see you clearly. Yet, somehow… In his heart, he knows it. He knows it’s you. 

How’d you know where he was? More importantly, why are you here? 

Why was his heart racing so fast again? 

Be still. 

He isn’t sure of what to do. Should he wave? Should he call your name? Are you here on accident? 

Considering it’s almost 6AM… It can’t be an accident, right?

Just as much as Jungkook’s head begins to fill with questions, yours does too. As you walk closer and closer to him, you can’t help but only hear your heartbeat pound louder and louder. Is this normal? To feel like your heart could jump out of your chest if it meant getting to him faster? You let your mind spin. 

Why the fuck are you here? 

What are you doing again?

Did you write everything down?

You sure felt a lot braver ten minutes ago… Suddenly, seeing him has made you doubt all the courage you worked to have for this moment. At the same time, the complex feeling of pure happiness and relief blossoms. You can’t help but smile at the sight of him. There’s a stillness in the world and it’s only when you look at him and it’s good. You know that now… But oh my god. 

You’re about to lose your shit. 

How did you get here?

When did it all begin? 

Was it from the first night you two slept together? Or was it the karaoke night when you realized you were waiting for him to kiss you? Could it be time he fucked you in front of your mirror and you vowed to never drink coffee before meeting up with him ever again? 

… No. 

Maybe it was when Mina came along. 

You gave him a blowjob just to stall him from going (bad move, by the way. That was pretty bitchy). Oh, and we can’t forget about the time you craved him when you were drunk out of your mind and all he did was take care of you. Half asleep, you woke up to him mounting your mirror on the wall… And well, maybe…

Maybe it was then. 

When he fixed your mirror, he fixed your heart. 

That’s probably why the time you two hooked up in his bedroom at the party felt so right. It was finally clicking.

You were into him then.

You just didn’t know how to admit it. Then, it got fucked up because you were caught off guard. 

The perilla leaf.

The exile. 

The hate sex. 

Everything good and bad has led to this moment and you can’t help but feel like you’re falling apart. Finding the origin of it all feels exhausting… In your head, you debate it all. In your heart, you’ve always known. 

You see, it wasn’t supposed to be like this. 

The friendship, the sleeping with him, the hurting him—the loving him… It wasn’t supposed to do this to you. You aren’t supposed to be this nervous and so impatient at the same time. You aren’t supposed to feel this stupid either… 

But you do. 

… And that’s okay. 

Sometimes, with love, you’re going to feel a little stupid. You just have to cross your fingers and hope the person you’re being stupid for is just as stupid as you. 

In your case… There’s a good chance he is. 

As you stand on the sidelines, Jungkook places his hand over his eyes to see you clearer. He tilts his head in confusion as you drop your bag. 

Then, just like that…

It happens. 

His thoughts pause, his heart goes still for the nth time, and his world slows down as he takes in the sight of you. Nothing will ever be better than this. The same way he feels an ease when he watches the sunrise—he feels it as he looks at you right now. 

God, he loves you so much. 

He has known it for so long but this… You in this moment; it’s bliss. 

Complete and utter bliss. 

If that isn’t enough… His heart is completely undone the moment he realizes two things: one, you’re wearing his jersey, and two; you’re holding a towel in your arms for him. He can’t help but let a laugh escape his lips. All that shit you said about how you would never be a part of his fan club and how you could never be that girl…

Oh, this is gold. 

Honestly, it’s more than enough. For you to show up and make this effort—it fills his heart. Yet, you’re you. Always full of surprises and ways of making his heart go on overdrive. As he sinks in his thoughts and soaks this moment in; he watches you take a deep breath. Then, slowly but surely, you extend your hand out to him. 

It’s then when he knows it. 

The wait was worth it.

The wait is over.

You and Jungkook sit on a bench, under the technical area’s cover. For a while, you two watch the sunrise in silence. Both too afraid to say anything to ruin the moment—both so undoubtedly in love. Once the sun is fully up, you brace yourself. 

This is it. 

Jungkook turns to you, chasing your eyes. 

“You nervous or something?” he jokes, as he begins to dry his hair with the towel you placed around his neck. 

“Yeah,” you confide. “Am I doing this right?”

Jungkook’s eyes widen as you scoot closer to him and take the towel. In your continued silence, you take over and start to dry his hair. Scrunching the towel, you pat dry his neck and cheeks. He gulps, unsure of what to do… He likes it though. He likes that you’re taking care of him and that you’re trying. He knows you are. 

As you pat dry him, you try to find your words. It takes a moment, but you think to yourself… It’s now or never, right? You’re already here. You’ve already folded. 

It catches Jungkook off guard when you suddenly tug him close. Putting the towel aside, you cup his cheeks with your hands. Your hands are cold, but he doesn’t mind. If anything, he’s holding himself back from kissing them. With a pout on your lips, you begin your confession. 

“I hate being your friend.” 

Jungkook squints at you and chuckles. He removes your hands from his cheeks, smirking at you. “What bullshit are you on now? Didn’t we agree on—”

“I never agreed,” your eyebrows knit together. “It’s been like… A day and a half and I’m going crazy being your stupid friend.”

“Fine,” he snaps. “Enemies?”

His suggestion annoys you.

You lift your hand to hit him, but he catches your wrist. Then, he opens his hands for you. You sigh teasingly but take it. Intertwining your fingers together, you two sit in silence again for a moment. 

Holding hands, watching as the rain pours, and preparing to give your hearts to one another… It feels like this could be a dream.

“Tae and Yuna, ” you begin, breaking the silence. Your voice sounds weary and desperate. “They’ve been friends since the very beginning. He always had feelings for her and she did too… But she didn’t do anything about it until it was too late. He’s dating Mina’s friend now or something—it’s so messed up. It’s so unfair, y-you know? They deserve each other so much and I—”

“Breathe,” Jungkook comforts you. “They’ll figure it out.”

“I don’t want that to be us,” you blurt. 

Jungkook blinks at you. 

“It’s so scary. Jungkook, I don’t want that to be us… B-but it is us, isn’t it? Y-you hate me because of—“

His eyebrows knit together. “___, I don’t hate you. Don’t say that.”

Your lips quiver, unsure of how to navigate through this talk. Maybe you should have planned it better. Maybe you should have written this whole speech out instead of word-vomiting like this… But that’s the thing. 

You aren’t good at this.

Regardless, you’ll try for him.

“I’ve been selfish,” you admit, letting your eyes dart to the field. You can’t look at him. It feels too overwhelming to.  “I’ve been inconsiderate and I know I can’t justify my actions because they hurt you—I just need you to know that I was scared. It was so scary trusting you, falling asleep beside you, and waking up next to you. It was so scary watching you laugh with other girls and not knowing how to tell you how I felt… I’m sorry I started fights while trying to figure out how I felt about myself… Honestly? I think I was so scared because you made it so easy.”

A beat.

“T-the truth is… I’ve always known how I felt about you.” 

Jungkook can’t help but smile. He wonders if you know what you’re doing to him… Do you? He’s afraid you don’t.

“Really?” he pries, moving closer to you. “How do you feel about me?”

Attempting to be intimidating, you turn to face him with a glare. 

“D-don’t push it.”

Jungkook pouts. “But I want to know… Please, please, please?”

For a moment you contemplate. Then, you look at him and take it all in. His wet hair, soft eyes, and pouting lips… How were you ever strong enough to say no to him before? Truly, you’re a changed woman.

Curling your fist, you shut your eyes and say it. You tell him the whole truth. 

You give him your heart. 

“You said you got ahead of yourself… But have you ever considered that I was beside you the entire time? L-like you said you’ve had feelings for me since the first time you made me laugh… Me too. I knew it then too. I just didn’t know what to do because every time I dated guys, it all felt the same… With you, it was different from the start. I don’t know how to explain it… All I know is that I like you in every way it’s possible to like someone—I like you. My heart has been yours all along. I’m sorry it took me so long to give it to you. It just felt like everything with you kept falling into place and I was terrified I was f-falling too… I think—n-no, I… Umm, I know that I…”

Something others may not know about Jungkook is that he’s consistently bad at one thing. That one thing is playing it cool when it comes to you. He has to fight his inner demons to stop himself from professing his love for you every 10 minutes. So, it would be a lie that he wasn’t loving this. He loves watching you feel what he feels. 

Your words, sweet and well-awaited, completely captivate him. 

He can’t help it when you’re like this. So perfect, so cute, so his. He can’t resist!

Which is why he kisses you mid-confession. 

Jungkook kisses you slowly and deeply. Like never before, you lose your breath from how passionately he kisses you. Once you two pull away, he rests his forehead against yours. Smiling, he sneaks in a couple more kisses. 

Timidly, you say, “So… You aren’t mad at me anymore?”

With a laugh, Jungkook shakes his head. “God, you drive me crazy.”

“So… That’s a no, right?” 

Jungkook rolls his eyes and purses his lips. You press your lips against them and kiss him once more. 

“___?”

“Y-yeah?”

“... I checked my phone a moment ago and Yuna ratted you out. She texted me like ten minutes before you came. Said if you don't show up I should knock on your door and fuck your feelings out of you.” You gasp, burying your face with your hands. Sighly dramatically, Jungkook makes a cheeky comment. “Once again, I waited for you.” 

You hit his chest playfully. In pure disbelief, you groan at him. “What? Y-you knew and still made me do the whole speech—”

"I didn’t know!” You ignore his claim. “Although, I wouldn't have had any issue fucking the feelings out of you—"

"Are you insane?" you fume. "I was literally sick to my stomach trying to get this confession thing done right!"

“I was excited!” He teases, and nudges you. You remain annoyed at him. Jungkook can’t help but find it cute. “Awh, ___! Come on. It’s not every day that a guy gets to see his girl in his jersey, holding a towel for him on the sidelines! Also… I just really wanted to see what all your fuss was about. I promise, I didn’t know.”

It’s too late. 

Just as you stand up and storm away from the embrassment, Jungkook catches up to you. Out on the field, the rain continues to pour on you two. Drying him off was useless if you were going to be this dramatic. 

As he catches your wrist, you shove him away and cross your arms. 

“I feel stupid,” you sigh. “Y-you knew how I felt about you. I was worried and anxious the entire time and y-you knew!” 

Jungkook shuts his eyes and can’t believe how feisty you are. It’s entertaining and frustrating at the same time. God, you were so complex… But at the same time, he knows you’re just afraid. This is you finding an out. This is also you trying to stay. 

He takes your hand. 

You don’t shake him off say anything. 

You let him take it. 

He holds it like it’s all he has ever wanted to do (it is all he has ever wanted to do).

“I didn’t know everything! Hey, the fuss was cute,” he ensures you. “Do it again.”

“No!” you cry, feeling your clothes start to stick to your skin. It’s pouring now and you instantly regret being dramatic.

Except, Jungkook looks so perfect. His hair is wet and his shirt is soaked so you can see the way his muscles curve. He’s so handsome that you have to gather all your strength as a woman to keep yourself from jumping on him.

“This shit is so hard!” you complain through the rain. “How did you do this? You confessed like every time we fucked—”

“Yah!” Jungkook warns, feeling a little embarrassed. Maybe he should be the one to storm away now…  “Be nice to me or else I’m about to reject you.”

You roll your eyes at him. Grabbing him by the collar, you tug him to your eye level. Happily, he complies. 

“Do it then,” you call his bluff. “Reject me right now.”

Jungkook looks into your eyes, loving the way you look at him. He blinks at you slowly and bites his inner cheek. For a moment, he’s silent. You’d think he’s contemplating or something… But he’s not. He’s been sure about you since your first laugh, remember?

“Kinda cruel considering you’re all I’ve been waiting for,” Jungkook confesses, as he dips his head low and kisses you. 

As he kisses you, you squeeze his hand. Holding his hand tighter, he smiles into the kiss. The rain continues to pour, making everything feel unreal. As he pulls away, he looks at you the way he always has… This time, you get what Yuna was talking about.

The warmth in his gaze.

The love in it.

The you in it.

After what felt like endless heartache with other boys—this felt healing. 

This was yours. 

Him. 

And that’s when your heart tells you something you never knew… 

You waited well too. 

You two escape the rain and make it to your place.

In your bedroom, you quickly get undressed and sit in front of your mirror to dry your hair. Jungkook comes out of the washroom all clean. Passing by you, he plants a kiss on the top of your head. You watch from the mirror as he reaches inside your closet for one of his shirts. 

Your high from the moment at the field suddenly dies. Suddenly, you realize the confession wasn’t enough to move forward. For fucks sake, he has his clothes in your closet.

“Jungkook?” you ask cutely.

“Mhmm?” he responds as he dresses himself.

You almost choke on your words. “What are we?” 

He grins, coming back to you and swaying you side to side. Without batting an eye, he answers: “friends, of course!”

Instantly, you push him away. Your shoulders slump as you glare at him. He laughs his ass off, loving the way you reacted. When he calms down, he kneels in front of you and apologizes. 

“Okay, bestie,” you play along as he gets up. “Should we eat perilla leaves to celebrate?” 

Jungkook’s mouth drops. His eye practically twitches at the mention of perilla leaves.

Throwing his hands up dramatically, he cries, “Oh god... My girlfriend is so mean to me… She’s so hot, holy shit.”

Girlfriend.

That sounds about right.

He’s so big. 

Sometimes, you forget that.

It slips your mind because Jungkook has always been a giver. You never really had to worry about it being uncomfortable. He makes sure you cum first and always puts his needs above yours—tonight was a prime example of just that. 

As he towers over you, he leaves a trail of kisses from your neck to your lips. Each kiss is so soft and intimate, your pussy clenches at his very touch. It doesn’t help when he places his thumb on your clit, rubbing and stretching it out to stimulate you even more. As you moan into his ear, he feels shivers go down his back. 

You gasp as he bites your skin, enticing you to want him even more. 

“Jungkook,” you breathe, “put it in, please.”

“Mhmm,” he moves the hair strands on your face and kisses you. “Be good for me, okay? Be patient. Gonna fuck you good so I need you to be on your best behaviour.”

“B-best behaviour,” you repeat rather lewdly. “Okay… W-whatever you want, love. You have it. You have me.”

Love.

God, you and your fucking words.

Jungkook bites his bottom lip, trying his best to take his time. Truth be told, he wants to fuck you silly right now. He wants you so bad that your legs won’t work and he’ll have to tend to your soreness. He wants to fuck you so good that you scream his name and lose yourself in him… But he’ll take his time tonight. 

He wants to show you so much. He wants to show you how good he can make you feel. How you won’t ever regret your decision of being with him. He wants to show you what kind of man you chose and what kind of man you get to have.

A good man.

A man that has wanted you for so long that now that he has you—oh was he ready to drag it out.

Jungkook gently places his dick in between your folds. It’s hard and thick. You can feel it against your wet pussy and want nothing more than for him to put it in. Instead, Jungkook lifts himself and sits in between your legs. There, he holds the base of his cock and slaps it against your pussy. He rubs his cock up and down your folds. Then, he splits them open with his fingers and spits on it. He then spreads his spit with his cock. You feel so lucky when he pokes it inside once in a while. Like a tease, he takes it out so quickly that you begin to feel frustrated. 

“P-put it in, please…”

Jungkook smirks. 

“Put what in?”

You glare at him.

“Your hard, thick, stupid cock. Put it in my wet, needy, desperate pussy right now… Please?”

Jungkook lets out a sexy chuckle. “Not yet,” he tells you, as he fully stops. He then moves over and helps you sit up. Leaning against your headboard, he spreads your legs. Just when you think you can predict his next move, he reaches over to your nightstand and grabs his phone. Unlocking it, he passes it to you.

“Film me.”

You nod, following his orders.

Tapping record, you angle the camera to your pussy. You watch through the phone screen as Jungkook positions his face in between your legs. Gulping, you throw your head back as he makes his first lick. 

Jungkook holds onto your thighs, helping you keep your legs open. He digs himself into your pussy, devouring every inch of it. To deepen himself, he digs his nose in and curls his tongue as he licks you. When he pulls away for air, he sucks on your clit making sure to keep you on your toes. 

“Oohhh,” you sob. “S-so good. J-Jungkook—“

“Mhmm,” he murmurs onto your skin. “Tastes so good.”

“A-aghhh! Oh my god!”

The thing is… Jungkook has eaten you out before.

But this was different.

It was slow and sensual. The way he licks you and eats you out just feels so surreal. Your toes curl, your stomach winces, and your pussy tightens as you’re about to climax—

Jungkook pulls away. 

He has a devilish look on his face. You stop the recording and toss his phone aside. Suddenly, he takes hold of your ankles and tugs you down. On your back, you open your arms and welcome him in again. Gladly, he buries himself in your breasts and moans at your softness. 

“That was—“

“Everything my girl deserves,” he tells you sweetly. “My girl…”

“Your girl,” you pull him in for a kiss. “All yours..”

Jungkook moans, unable to stop himself. He lifts his hips, making space for him to quickly pump his cock before guiding it inside you.

… And oh my god.

He feels so good.

Him inside you is so fulfilling and healing. 

“You okay?”

You nod, mesmorized by the man he is.

“More than.”

With that, Jungkook kisses you and begins to fuck you. He thrusts in and out, making you feel his entire length with each stroke. Your body takes him in as if it’s welcoming him home. As he feeds you your craving, he picks up the pace. You wrap your legs around him, moaning from how good it feels as he buries himself in you. 

“F-fuck,” Jungkook hisses. “Love this. Feels so good.”

“Mhmm,” you whimper. “J-just like that!”

Jungkook continues to fuck you, drilling himself deeper and deeper. Soon, you’re chanting his name and his ego begins to boom.

Jungkook fucks you like he loves you… And you know it. You can feel it. To express so, you claw his back. Digging your nails deeper and deeper, holding him close.

“N-nghhh! I’m gonna cum—”

“Cum for me, pretty girl. You behaved so well,” he praises. “Proud of you.”

Your heart flutters. 

Then, your pussy clenches as you release. He feels it. Jungkook groans, accepting that this round will be over soon. There will be plenty more, for sure. As he pumps inside you lazily, cautious of being sensitive to your climax but also because he’s hitting his. 

Then, he creams your pussy. It oozes out, but he pumps himself a few more times to stuff you.

As he spills himself onto you, he lets out heavy breaths and collapses on top of you. You let him catch his breath there as you tangle your fingers in his hair. 

“I love you,” you confess. 

“Good… I was hoping you would.” Jungkook lets out a tired laugh. “I love you too, ___. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. You’re everything I’ve ever loved.”

You hold him tighter.

“I love you more.”

Jungkook bursts into laughter. “Love, we are not going to play that game.”

Tilting your head at him. “Why not? It’s true.”

“You think you love me more than I love you?”

“Mhmm.”

“Prove it.”

With that, Jungkook laughs as you shift position. Leaving him on his back, you climb on top and straddle him. As you lift yourself to guide his dick inside, he lets out a whiney moan. You are so sexy. You are quite literally his favourite part of living.

“I’ll prove it,” you accept the challenge. “Will you last though?”

Jungkook’s lips slight part, amazed and shocked at your initiative. In response, he relaxes and gestures at your body. There’s a tightness that overcomes his entire body. It’s mixed with excitement and relief. For the nth time, he gives in.

Jungkook folds.

Happily, he gives himself to you.

“With you? Forever.”

Forever.

After 3 rounds, you two call it a night. As you drift to sleep, Jungkook holds you. Before this, you two talked as much as you could and even began to make plans. There is an indescribable comfort in being with each other.

Upcoming dates.

Better ways to communicate.

Everything and anything in between—you two want it all.

As the rain pours, Jungkook finally shuts his eyes. He pulls you closer, kissing you for the final time tonight. There would be tomorrow to kiss you anyway.

Tomorrow and the day after that… And the day after that. And the days that follow—he’d do just that.

He can’t wait to kiss you forever.

To hold your hand forever.

To love you forever.

For the first time in a while, Jungkook finds rest. His heart stays still and feels loved. Besides, this is what he has wanted to be all along—

Close to you.